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simp-ly-in-love · 4 years ago

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Bummer Summer

Step 3 (18 y/o)

Summary: Jamie is having a hard day mentally and Cove is eager to help them out

Words: 2100

Trigger Warning: I am basing this off of what a less severe depressive episode may look like. In this, Jamie is on medication and has been seeing a therapist for years. Cove is privy to their lows prior to this episode. If you are easily triggered by mentions of depression/ vague descriptions of dissociation please read at your own risk. And if you are feeling low and can access help, please do :)

You couldn’t quite put your finger on what had felt off when you woke up, besides the extra strong desire to stay nestled comfortably in bed. You had thought that perhaps you had just had a bit of morning laziness, that surely would pass after an hour or so of browsing on your phone. Doubt started to creep in around the 45 minute mark, and after the morning slowly crept into the afternoon, you realized that perhaps that wasn’t going to be the case after all.

The slightly bad taste in your mouth from morning breath did nothing to persuade you to get up, nor did the low rumble of your stomach or the dryness of your mouth. The idea leaving bed simply seemed like an increasingly impossible task for today.

Wanting to block out this uncomfortable realization, you pulled your covers over your head and willed yourself to fall back asleep. Mom and Ma must have been out for the day since they hadn’t been up to check on you by now. And you vaguely remembered Liz mentioning she was leaving for the day to meet up with some friends. On any other day, having the house to yourself might have been nice, but now it just felt lonely.

The staccato buzzing of your phone cut through the silence, and begrudgingly you checked to see who had texted you.

Cove: Jamie Are you home? I haven’t seen any sign of you all day

You felt mildly bad that you didn’t have the energy to respond. But even that bit of remorse felt muted, far away somehow. With a sigh, you turned your phone off, not wanting any more potential interruptions. You closed your eyes once more, hoping to drift out of consciousness…

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“Jamie?” A soft voice called out to you, accompanied by a series of light shakes to your shoulder, pulling you from your second nap of the day. A mop of green hair greeted you as you blearily blinked the sleep from your eyes. You felt your eyebrows pinch together in confusion, and the voice spoke again before you could ask what Cove was doing there.

“You read my messages, but didn’t reply. You never do that” Cove explained, sheepishly. It was true, you had always made time for a quick reply whenever you had gotten a message. “I got a bit anxious, so I figured I’d check on you…”

For a moment, silence filled the air once more, as you stared at one another. You could see the concern pooled in Cove’s eyes as he stared back at you. Still you found yourself at a loss and couldn’t find the words to reply.

“Did you take your meds today?” Cove asked, determined to figure out what was going on with you. His head swung to look at your desk as he spoke, searching to see if you’d taken your daily dose. His eyebrows raised slightly in alarm when he saw the day’s portion still occupied. Without a thought, he quickly crossed the room and grabbed your meds and a half open bottle of water that had been on your desk. He offered them to you, looking at you with a mixture of pleading and expectancy.

Using all of your strength, you sat up for the first time all day, gingerly taking the pills and open bottle from him. Cove smiled softly as he watched you take your meds and drain the rest of the water. He took it from you once empty and threw it in your trash can with ease before joining you on your bed

“Are you having a hard day?” He asked, and you replied with a nod. Cove’s lips parted, presumably to ask you another question, when he was cut off by a much louder groan from your stomach. After a moment of surprise he let out a little chuckle then said, “I guess that answers my next question”

You felt your face flush with embarrassment at the exchange, but were relieved to see nothing but a soft smile on Cove’s face. Of course he never would have laughed at you for something like this, but seeing him still look at you like he always had in your current state really helped any lingering unease.

“Tell you what; How about if you go get ready for the day, and I’ll go get us something to eat?” Cove suggested cheerfully. Though still muted, you felt your heart fill a bit. You could always count on him to take care of you at times like this. When you agreed, his smile grew wide.

“Up and at ‘em” he declared, hopping out of bed and offering you both of his hands to take. Allowing yourself to stretch your back first, you placed both of your hands in his and allowed him to help you out of bed. As you slowly shuffled around your room, grabbing clothes from here and there to change into, Cove offered some words of encouragement and praise. “Take as long as you need,” He said with a smile after dropping you off at the bathroom. You nodded in acknowledgement to him before closing the door.

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You could feel a change in yourself as soon as you stepped out of the bathroom. You definitely felt lighter after cleaning up, without the feelings of shame and slight disgust weighing you down. Feeling fresh even gave you the energy to discard your old clothes in the hamper and make your bed before heading downstairs.

As promised, Cove was sitting at the kitchen table with two bags from your favorite fast food place and some tall water glasses. When he heard your padding over, he looked up from his phone and smiled. “You look great, Jamie!” he stated, with the same enthusiasm he had the night of the ORCA fundraiser. His enthusiasm brought a sheepish curve to your lips as you joined him at the table.

“I know it’s not the healthiest, but I figured you’d enjoy some comfort food” Cove rambled as he handed you your meal and one glass of water.

“Thanks” You said gratefully before digging in, not quite catching the proud expression Cove was wearing. You ate together in comfortable silence, and you had to admit it felt incredibly good to finally have a full stomach and some water in you.

The orange hue of evening sun was the first thing you had noticed once you had finally tuned into your surroundings. Your mouth opened in awe when you checked the clock in the kitchen and it read almost 7 pm.

“I can’t believe I spent the whole day in bed…” You mumbled with a mixture of disappointment and sadness. While your mental health was something that you had actively been working on improving for years, there were still days like today. Sometimes, it made you feel like all of the progress you had made had been thrown out the window.

“Hey, don’t be so hard on yourself” Cove offered, his hand reaching across the table to capture one of yours. “I’m so proud of you for getting out of bed and getting ready,” he added, determined to re-inflate your mood. He let go only to clean up after you both and refill your waters.

Having only been satisfied after watching you drink two more full glasses of water, Cove suggested you go on a walk together. Truthfully, you weren’t quite feeling up to it, but you’d felt bad rejecting the idea when you knew he was only trying to help.

The sun was almost fully set by the time you’d arrived at the beach, adding a coolness to the air and the sand. Kicking off both of your shoes, Cove offered you a hand once more. You took it, allowing him to guide you to the shore. The coolness of the water was more shocking than you thought it’d be, causing you to jump a bit at the contact. A light laugh escaped from Cove, who seemed to be enjoying himself well enough as he watched you begin regrounding with the world.

You stood still, letting your eyes close as you focused on your surroundings. Taking a deep breath, you smelled the patent saltiness of the sea. The cool waves still washed over your ankles, though their chill was less shocking to you now. The distant cries of seagulls and chirps of crickets could be heard. A light wind gently stirred your hair, slightly tickling you. And the warm hand in yours offered a calming, comfortable presence.

When you reopened your eyes, the sky had changed from hues of orange to purples and blues. You turned to Cove, your rock for the day, and drew him in for a hug. He happily accepted, giving you a tight squeeze in return, his cheek resting on the top of your head. The two of you stayed like that until you were ready to let go, and to Cove’s delight, you were beaming at him.

“Thanks for taking care of me today, Cove”

“Thank you for going along with it,” he replied cheekily, flashing you a broad smile of his own. He knew you well enough to know that sometimes it took you more than one try to accept help when it was offered to you, especially on days like today. He was genuinely thrilled that you had allowed yourself to be vulnerable with him enough to let him take care of you. “Should we head back?”

“Sure” you agreed easily, this time offering him your hand to hold as you led the way home. You walked together, hand in hand, in silence until about halfway home when a thought suddenly occurred to you.”Hey Cove… How did you get in?”

A deep flush fell over Cove’s cheeks at the question. His free hand scratched awkwardly at the back of his neck, his eyes averted from yours as he awkwardly replied, “I… may or may not have picked the lock at your window…”

“WHAT?!” You exclaimed, more surprised than upset really.

Flustered by your reaction, Cove panickily tried to explain, “The front door was locked- and I tried calling you but your phone was going straight to voicemail. Then I saw you in bed and tried to wake you but you didn’t hear me… So i just-” Cove fished out his utility knife and mimed picking your window lock.

“Sorry… Please don’t be mad” Cove pleaded, puppy dog eyes aimed straight at you. You could only shake your head ruefully at his antics.

“Maybe I should just leave my windows unlocked from now on…” you mused aloud, bringing a smile back to Cove’s. You weren’t quite sure if it was due to his lack of a punishment or because he genuinely found the idea appealing.

“Honestly, why didn’t we think of that years ago?” Cove huffed out in a laugh.

“True, it would have saved me from you waking me up in the middle of the night all the time” You teased back. By the time your joint laughter died down, you had reached the street between your houses.

“Thanks again, Cove” You said, simultaneously pulling him in for another hug.

“Anytime Jamie… I hope tomorrow’s a better day. And even if it’s not, I’ll always be right across the street” You felt your heart melt a bit at his offer, and you gave him an extra tight squeeze in response. You really had been blessed with the sweetest, and most wonderfully attentive neighbor.

“Goodnight, Jamie” Cove bid you. You did the same, finally releasing him from your embrace and made your way to your respective front doors. Of course you both looked back at another before heading inside, offering each other a smile and a wave before finally letting the door close shut.

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Only when you were ready for bed did you recover your cell phone that you had accidentally left in bed when you made it earlier. After waiting a few minutes for it to turn back on, a series of buzzes went off in rapid succession.

Cove: Helllooooo Earth to Jamieeeee Why didn’t you respond ? I’m going to try calling you…

Conveniently, you also had 3 missed calls

Cove: That’s it, I’m coming over Reply if you don’t want me to Or if you do … On my way

You couldn’t help but laugh at his unreturned messages. If there was one thing you could always count on, it was definitely Cove cheering you up, you thought as you settled into bed, a smile resting firmly on your face.

#cove holden #cove Holden imagine #cove Holden headcanons #cove holden x reader #cove holden x jamie #cove holden x you

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zombiekillerky · 4 years ago

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{ROTTMNT Fanfic} - Burden

( WARNING : This is not Turtle x Turtle related at all, this is purely just some family scenarios with no relationships at all what’s so ever. Just regular day in the life turtle stuff)

[Also before you read this, I’m not very knowledgeable with ROTTMNT just yet. I just started binge watching the episodes recently so if I get any information wrong about the series I’m sorry. I hope you enjoy reading this though.]

It was around an hour before when he left the lair down below the surface. Not even bothering to tell his brother’s where he went off to before he had left. He was to much of a burden to them any way so why would they want to know where he went off to. It seemed like they were just all around annoyed with him to be fair. More then the usual annoyance of his sick puns he made through out the day to lighten the mood with his humor. Almost like he had done something wrong and didn’t even know about it. The blue masked turtle let out a sigh as he sat on top of on of the roof tops. Staring down at the light the shined in the city around him. His chin rested in the palms of his hands as he sat there in silence. Debating on what to do next in his little solo adventure by himself. The loneliness was hitting him hard, unlike Raph he could be alone for periods of time easy. But it was the fact that his brother’s didn’t want him around them, that made the feeling worse in the pit of his stomach. He just didn’t understand why, and that was his worst fear. That they didn’t want him around any more and that’s what it felt like at the moment.

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“Hey......hey Donnie watcha doing!” Leo asked as he spun in the spare chair his brother had by his computer desk. The purple banded turtle seemed busy enough, coming up with new ideas and advancements with his past inventions. His brother groaned in annoyance as he hunched over his table yet again, ignoring his brother behind him. Continuing tinkering with his bow staff in his hand to fix the little problems he had using it last time. Leo’s brow raised as he pushed himself over using the end of the table against the wall. Pushing past his brother swiftly and glanced over his shoulder to see what he was working on at the moment.Curiosity was all he had at the moment and the saying goes curiosity killed the cat. He knew Donnie would get easily distracted by him moving so he tried to stop himself from moving any more. His plan was to get a good spot to look at his project behind him. Failing miserably as he fell back with a loud smack of the back of his shell hitting the floor along with the chair.

“Leo could you leave, you’re distracting me from my work to much. I can’t even think with you around causing all of this noise! Can’t you just go and bother someone else!” Donnie exclaimed as Leo laid there on the floor in pain as he looked at his brother looking down upon him. The small sound of a pop in his ribs filled the room as he sat up from the floor quickly. Donnie soon turned back to his bow staff as he sat there on the floor. The blue masked turtle sighed as he stood up from the ground quite quickly. Running his brother’s words through his head that pierced his heart somewhat. Leo sighed, his posture hunched over somewhat, his ego bruised by his brother’s words. the comedic turtle walked in to the front room. His head lifted up and found Mikey in the kitchen, humming a tune softly to himself as he stared at the cook book on the table. Leo smiled widely as he raced over and ducked in tot he kitchen, his younger brother seemed to be cooking a desert dish. One of the many things he liked to cook and practice��in the kitchen on his days off. Leo glanced around the island in the kitchen and stood up fast.

“Hey Mikey, watcha cookin?” Leo asked as he stood up, frightening his brother somewhat as he stood there concentrating. Mikey screamed, dropping a little more then enough flour in to the mix. His brow knitted together as he glared at Leo standing there on the opposite side of him. Mikey was never one to be overly angry, but his face at the moment showed all.

“Leo could you NOT scare my in the kitchen like that bro, you made me pour a lot more flour then what I needed.....I have no clue what I’m gonna do now!” Mikey exclaimed as he glanced down in to his bowl he was using at the moment.

“I-I’m sorry Mikey.....I didn’t mean to scare you.....I’ll just go” Leo replied, his head hanging even lower then before. Now two of his brother’s hate him at the moment instead of one. What was up with him today? Why were they so easily annoyed and aggravated with him....He was getting in to his own head again like he always does. No reassurance to get him through this bad time. The turtle in blue just wanted to cry, he wanted to go to his brothers and just ask them why he was annoying them. Leo ran his hand down the back of his head and neck as he walked in to his room. Grabbing his sword placed on nails on his wall up above his bed. The comedic turtle carefully walked out of his room, his eyes darted toward the living room where his father sat. A small smile formed on his face as he walked closer. Noticing he was falling asleep in the chair in front of the TV. Leo bit his bottom lip slightly, not knowing if he should wake him up or not. The look on his father’s face meant he was falling asleep, but he wanted to tell him where he was going before heading out in to the world alone.

“dad......dad I-I’m-”

“Blue! Can’t you see I’m trying to watch my shows! Goodness you know it is on a marathon tonight. I have no time for your silly games, go bother your brothers right now.” Splinter somewhat yelled in an annoyed tone of voice as he fixed his sitting position on his chair. Having the cousins squeak loudly from the shift of weight. Leo glanced away from him, not even remembering that it was the marathon of his favorite show this afternoon. To be honest he didn’t really pay attention to him saying that earlier because of his selective hearing he had.

“Sorry dad......I’m just gonna head out” Leo replied as he walked away from him, even more depressed then ever. His whole family hated him, he didn’t even want to try with Raphael at this point. He scared him the most when he was angry because he normally isn’t at all. The blue masked turtle’s head hung low as he made his way over to the entrance of the lair. Glancing back in to it like he was waiting for one of his brothers to come and tell him not to leave. What was he thinking, they didn’t want him around at the moment anyway. Why would they stop him now?

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The blue masked turtle rubbed his eyes slightly, forgetting to blink as he stared off in to space while he sat there in silence. He lifted his legs up from the side of the building. Dusting his back of dust as he stood up from the roof. His mind was wondering in many places, the bad overruling the good at the moment more then anything. He hasn’t even gotten a call from his brother’s back at home to ask where he was. His eyes looked down in sadness at the cars slowly driving by.

“Well what do we have here, the turtle in blue all by himself up on the roof top....what A pleasant surprise” Leo turned around quickly and found the two villains with the foot like symbol on theirs heads. Standing there behind him with what seemed to be a brief case in the taller ones hands. Leo smirked, hiding away his emotions as he grabbed his sword with a snarky grin.

“Well well well looks like we meet again then you crooks, what have you stolen now.....let me guess some fancy colored paper for your minions that we fought and beat easily might I add not just because of my ego?”

“No! Why would we.....oh your the sarcastic one aren’t you....gotta be honest all I remember about you is that and your portals you create....other then that not really anything”

“Oh I can so promise you there is a lot more to me then you know about besides my dashing good looks and my charm”

“Come on we don’t have time for this, we need to get going”

“What you don’t have time for little old me? What’s wrong you afraid of Leon?” Leo asked with a sly smirk as he gazed at them standing there. The villains glanced over at each other, smiling devilishly as the smaller one brought out. Several pieces of paper. Making more minions as their escape route, they seemed to be bigger then before. Some had better weapons then others. Leo gazed over all of them, making it seem like he was confident in himself to take them all on but truth be told he wasn’t. Leonardo got his stance ready and launched himself forward. Cutting two of the closest ones in half with some ease as he tried to follow the two villains from earlier. They were quick as they ran on top of the roof tops together. One carried their stolen item the other created more minions for Leo to defeat on the way.

“You guys are really slacking, I just cut through like 6 of hem with ease. Come on, you would think fancy colored paper would do the trick this time” Leo called out to them as they ran, realizing that they were only ignoring him as he talked. The blue masked turtle sliced his way through the crowd, it seemed as he got closer the villains made even better minions as they traveled. Leonardo hated to admit it but he was getting really tired at this point. He tried his best to follow behind them but his stamina was running low.

“I guess you could say I’m giving them a paper cut huh? Come on and fight me already instead of putting your minions in the way. What ever you got in the brief case shouldn’t be that important. It’s just me, shouldn’t this be a treat to you guys?” Leo asked as he dodged another hit coming at his head swiftly. The comedic turtle formed a portal quickly and on to another building across the street where he saw them go. As he turned the next corner his body was slammed against a big hammer one of the minions was wielding. His body smacked against the closest wall with a loud thud. The air being knocked out out his lungs tremendously as he struggled to breath while laying there. Leo clutched his shell in pain as he sat up from the ground. He reached out and grabbed his sword from the ground next to him. Getting hit once more by another minion to his side, he didn’t know what to do. His mind was racing yet there was no plan of escape. He needed to act fast now, with the villains gone out of his sight and range. He needed to find a way to either defeat all of the minions and get back to them or portal himself out of there and fast. He just wasn’t sure what to do and that was the main problem.

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“Are you sure he didn’t tell you where he was going Donnie?”

“No he didn’t, I made him leave the lab because he was distracting me with my work” Donnie replied as he flipped his googles down to see if he could trace the energy of his brother’s sword. Raph sighed as he glanced over to Mikey, he seemed tense as he stood there. Almost like he was hiding something as he stood. Raph’s brow knitted together as he took a few steps closer to Mikey as he stood by the edge of the building. Getting his brother’s attention almost immediately.

“Mikey......did Leo tell you where he went?”

“N-no-”

“Mikey?”

“I yelled at him too okay, he scared me and I didn’t mean to....he left looking really sad and then I heard dad yell at him before he left in the other room....I really didn’t mean to yell at him he just scared him a lot and that was my reaction!” Mikey replied, letting everything out as he stood there with and upset look on his face. They all knew Leo’s issue with negative and overthinking, he never told anyone about it but they all knew he had that problem.He felt as though he could be annoying and a burden to them. Like he was useless and that his family hated him for some of the things he has done. Even through they reassurance he still has trouble coming to realize that they could never hate them. Donnie looked back at them in realization, knowing why he had left with out telling any of them now. Guilt was setting in on all of them now as they thought about their brother’s emotions and what would go through his mind at the moment. Raph stepped forward and hugged Mikey tightly. His eyes wondered around for any signs his brother could have left. He knew they didn’t mean to yell at him, but how was he gong to convince him about it when they see him next.

“Have you tried calling April, maybe she has seen him lately?” Raph suggested, watching his smarter brother nod his head as he grabbed his phone. Her number was soon dialed but no one answered after the rings had stopped and the voice said to leave a message. Making them all panic since April always answered her phone no matter what. Donnie soon tried again, his face of confusion said it all as he clicked her contact once more. Getting the same result soon afterward.

“We’re heading over to April’s then, it’s settled right now she never does this” Donnie replied as he stood up from his crouching position and jumped to the next roof top. Having his brother’s follow quickly behind. Their anxiety was through the roof as they traveled closely together. First their brother wasn’t answering and now their best friend wasn’t either. What was going on with the two of them, more importantly was something very wrong. They needed to think positively about this, maybe she just couldn’t reach the phone at the moment and they could try again soon enough.The trio of turtles traveled quickly through the night, coming closer and closer to April’s apartment building across the street. Mikey went first and landed on the ladder outside, hearing voices coming from inside. He waved his brothers over, having them be quiet as he slowly opened the window so they could hear better. As the sat they finally found April coming in to frame and their brother slowly limped behind her to the kitchen chair pulled out. He seemed bruised and cut but alright for now.

“Leo how did you even manage this and what’s inside the briefcase?” April asked as she brought out cleaning supplies and started to clean the cuts along his legs and arms. Hearing him wince as the alcohol touched with open cuts.

“Well.....I ran in to those guys with the *wince* foot symbols again and they carried this along with them.....I followed them and got beat up by their minions. But they weren’t the normal ones, they were like upgraded versions. So naturally I *wince* fought back against them. Just as I thought I wasn’t going to make it and stop them. I managed to- Ow hey be careful”

“Sorry Leo, you know I’m not good with this kind of thing”

“It’s fine....anyway where was I- Oh yeah....I managed to portal away just in time and actually portaled right where they ended up. I took the brief case and portaled my way out of there before they could do anything about it as easy as that.” Leo replied with a large grin on his face as April wrapped his arm slowly so she wouldn’t hurt him any more. April smiled back at him as she watched him fiddle with the case. Soon stopping as his expression faded and went blank. He slowly sat it on to the ground beside them both and glanced back at her cleaning the gash on his leg.

“You mind telling me why your brother’s weren’t with you fighting?” April asked as she looked up at him. Placing a butterfly bandage on his temple where a small cut lied. His gaze fell in to a quite depressed looking one, telling April all she needed to know. She knew about his anxiety and constant over thinking. He covered it up well she had to give him that, but nothing could get past her when it came to her best friends. Already getting an idea in to her head of what had happened.

“I left....I could tell I was being a burden so I figured I would just leave before I made things worse....I didn’t look for a fight the trouble just found me up here.....I came to you because you were the closest when it came to help and well I didn’t want to bother my brother’s and their work....but I’m okay, at least it wasn’t that bad injuries to be fair.” Leo replied with a small sad smile on his face to try and cover his real emotions. April leaned forward and hugged him tightly, trying not to hurt him even more since she noticed the bruising near his shell and the small crack on the right side of his plastron. Leo was in shock for a second, but he soon wrapped his arms as best he could around her with a small chuckle.

“I told you I’m fine-”

“Leo! I’m so sorry....I’m so sorry for yelling at you honest” Mikey broke the silence as he entered the apartment. Joining in on the hug they were having. Leo stared at him in confusion and found his brothers coming in as well from the same window. he laughed softly as April let go and had Mikey hug him tighter. He let out a groan of pain, signaling for Mikey to get off of him. his hand quickly went to the small crack in his shell. Shrugging slightly as he glanced down at it.

“What are you guys doing here?”

“We were searching for you.....when April wasn’t answering we figured something had happened to the both of you and came here to check out the place.....Are you okay Leo, where did you get hurt?” Raph asked, being over protective and caring as always. But as he was about ready to help Leo up his brother stood up himself with a small bit of pain in his eyes.

“I’m fine, April patched me up pretty good.....just gonna have bruising the next few days” Leo replied as he picked up the brief case and limped over to his brother standing there silently. The guilt in his eyes never faded as he glanced away to try and hide his fear. Leo smiled softly as he placed his bandages hand on his brother’s shoulder. Grabbing his attention and handed him the brief case he had took from the bad guys.

“Well since you guys were eavesdropping and doing it really badly might I add. Have a look at what those guys were stealing will ya....and probably away from April’s place just in case it’s something really bad in it like a bomb” Leo replied as he started to make his way to the window. He turned his head back as he felt his brother’s hand on his shoulder. As he looked back he was brought in to another hug. This one was less tight then Mikey’s but Leo could tell how worried Raph was and how much he cared for him at the moment. Leo smiled as he wrapped his arms around his brother, resting his head up against his chest. He felt his other brother’s arms wrap around him soon after like he had done before. Leo’s eyes darted over to Donnie, standing there like he wasn’t aloud to hug him at the moment. But as soon as he seen Leo’s smile he had he knew he was always welcomed. Wrapping his arms around him as well as tight as he could almost.

“Sorry I left guys....I didn’t know I would worry you this much jeez”

“No don’t be sorry....I shouldn’t have yelled at you for scaring be on accident”

“I shouldn’t have been so stern with you when I told you to leave......I-I’m s-so-”

“Save it Donnie.....I forgive you guys” Leo replied as they stayed in the group hug for another minute or so.

“But from now on at least leave a note before taking off like that okay, you scared the ever loving crap out of me!” Raph said as he picked his brother up with ease. Making him chuckle as he held him like a rag doll up in the air.

“I won’t I won’t okay scout’s honor, you want a pinky promise I’ll give you a pinky promise Raph”

“Yes I would like a pinky promise thank you very much”

“Fine pinky promise.....now could we head home....I’m kinda hungry after running around all night after those goons”

“Yes of course, I’ll make dinner as soon as we get back I promise”

“Sounds like a plan bro’s”

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yyxgin · 4 years ago

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no bar!! never fret about replying late. i know what it’s like to not want to talk to anyone. honestly. i won’t call it (my experience) a depressive episode bc one of my friends used to brush off me when i was saying things like i’m depressed and say ‘sad’ instead. like if i were to say ‘that made me/i am depressed’ she’d say something like ‘oh god same! like if it’s making you sad,, don’t do it.’ which is a v poor example of what she did but i never called it depressed after that bc she pissed me off n was disregarding of my feelings (even though she’s incredibly anxious herself) bc i didn’t get it officially diagnosed. idk if you’ve ever read about birth control pills but i always read on tumblr people calling them literal depression pills and i ignored it, thinking either 1) people were being dramatic / were over-dramatising it or 2) it wouldn’t happen to me anyway. it fucking happened and they were not being dramatic. i was never happy n always working on minimal sleep n making self depreciating jokes all the time bc it was the only way i could cope with my thoughts n constant mood swings. so what i’m trying to say is,, i know how it feels. if that’s any consolation. it’s not me trying to be ‘oh me too!’ or ‘mine was worse than you’ it’s just me being understanding n telling you it’s okay. also lemme at your friends!! i’ll stomp them out n get the barman to run them over for you!! they’re so mean to forget you!! i find that deciding i want to do something specific n then asking the appropriate people if they want to do saïd thing/place works for me. it can be a simple ‘we should do this, when are you free?’ helps. making it known that you want to do things helps. or aggressively remind them that it’s nice to be asked bc it means they thought of you even if you couldn’t go n tried to include you. or we can revisit me stomping them out w my beloved barman,,, whatever works best for you my dear <3

admittedly me and one of the girls were discussing that we are going to miss our manager. even though literally everyone moaned about her (i feel like it’s impossible to avoid in literally any job/situation) she did have her moments and she did a lot for the staff like after work-drinks, asking the chefs if we could order off of the customer menu instead of the staff menu or whatever they cook in bulk for everyone to take home in the evening. apparently she did this a lot more than the previous manager. she has a good heart but sometimes she ignored some of the girls when we ask for days off or our availability for the week which was very annoying of her. it could’ve been a lot worse, i suppose, but overall she wasn’t terrible.

thé lady who lives in my town and drops me given the chance, told me the other night that she used to be the duty manager. i asked her why she stopped and she explained that when they furloughed everyone they asked her to come back on like half pay or something? idk i just remember it being explained as they wanted her to come back sooner and take away her furlough so she said no and got demoted. but somehow she still gets some of the furlough? idk i have been taught that asking how much or discussing specifics of paychecks kind of thing is rude, growing up. she has been telling me they keep asking her to come back (now they’re asking her to be a supervisor since she declined the manager role) and she keeps saying no. i love her and want the best for her so i won’t say anything to anyone about the conversations me and her have had (i mean, apart from maybe my mum if i can remember, and you bc, let’s be real, you don’t know me and idk you) and she says they’re just difficult to work with as a management team. she even said our area manager isn’t impressed with our current assistant manager (who is currently the only person on an houred contract since our manager left) which shocked me since i personally think he is quite good considering he has a good relationship with the staff and kitchen (he’s thai so he can communicate with the kitchen better than most of the wait staff (some wait staff are thai but mostly not)) i think she doesn’t want to be the eldest person in management or she doesn’t want the age gap to be so big since she has a kid she can lecture at home, she doesn’t need to be looking after people at work, y’know?

also today, me and one of the girls were upstairs (two floors of the restaurant!) and it’s nearing 11pm and her brother (who also works there) comes up and asks us when we’re finishing (mostly her lol) but we had two tables just sitting talking amongst themselves so she just said idk. he was saying he wanted to go bc he’s tired etc n he’s driving n she was like it’s fine go home i’ll call an uber or something n he was refusing to leave her behind. (i feel like i brushed over the two tables sitting there but it must be noted they’re the only tables left in the entire restaurant and we were the only two wait staff still there, apart from her brother but he changed and was waiting downstairs). anyway, she was sweeping (i was cleaning the booth/sofa thingy chairs as it was a mundane task we could do to pass time and while she was sweeping by one of the tables thé boyfriend was whispering to his girlfriend saying ‘should we go?’ and the girlfriend said ‘why should i care?’ and the girl came over to tell me v quietly and i got so upset for her. bc she is literally the sweetest person on the earth and the only reason i didn’t go to ask the manager to see if i could go home with the lady who offers to take me (ex-duty manager lady!) was so she wasn’t alone up there. if i had been the one sweeping near that table i would’ve snapped so fucking hard at them. i mean, we’re 18 and have lives and sleep schedules, and we’re working until 11pm on a thursday before we even get home?? like i wouldn’t have minded staying if they were reasonable tables but after the gf said that i was like ‘shall i go get our stuff from the staff room?’ so i could split as fast as possible. in the end the temporary acting manager came up and told us we could finish and she kicked the tables out ten minutes later. i told her what the table saïd and she thought that was mean and unnecessary too. i was also worried about my sleep tonight since i have my first vaccine tomorrow morning. that’s why i was more pressed about what time i left work today. oh well.

im sorry for talking so much about work! sometimes i don’t have someone to talk to about it (at home) bc of my weird hours and sometimes i don’t like re-explaining things to my mum if she doesn’t get it the first seven times. sometimes it’s just a little too draining as she doesn’t understand since she’s a lifer at her job. it’s easier to explain to my dad but then i get a whole lecture on something that i ultimately have no control over n id rather just bitch w the girls at work but the problem is WE’RE AT WORK!!!

also i booked for my first tattoo!! i’m excited. it’s for next week,, which was super quick considering i was expecting to have to wait soooo much longer. i’ve been telling people about it and that it’s happening but i haven’t had the pleasure of telling people exactly where i got the idea from. bar, my dear, you know wheein’s new album, redd? well, it comes with loads of things, including these stickers (one for each song) and the one from springtime was just so perfect and when i saw it my first thought was, this would be a perfect tattoo. and so i am having it tattooed on my body. a subtle nod to kpop whilst also having something meaningful on my body. i also have just decided i want a small, minimalistic (or one-line art) rose on my sternum, kind of in the valley of my breasts, bc my nan was a rose. i like having her close to me. i recently got her necklace fixed which has left me feeling so incomplete after it broke in august last year. it’s been almost ten years and i think i’m long overdue something to remind me of her. i fiddle with my necklace when i’m nervous which is why i love it so much but incase it breaks again (i pray it doesn’t but i have a long life ahead of me) i would like her close still.

gosh there’s never enough space in my head to remember what i want to tell you so i’ll stop here for now since i should sleep to be able to wake up in time for my first jab. i’m scared but it’s whatever i’ll do it i suppose,, eeek 😨

ilyl ~ 🌻

thank you so much for opening up to me about this, it means a lot to me :( i am so sorry you had to go through this and honestly,, i really resonate with you. i feel like when i talk about my emotions and my sadness (dont know if its okay to call it depression either but yea), my friend either always either makes me feel like my emotions arent valid or she tells me she doesnt know how to help, which is frankly, why i dont talk about my emotions to people irl anymore. i dont open up and it takes me a long long time to do so if i ever do, because i tend to feel insecure/not safe :D so really, thank you for telling me and i hope you are doing better. your emotions are valid and i am always here for you

HAHAHA i mean i dont have many friends so theres not many to stomp on:( but i mean,, i get passive aggressive when i feel forgotten/left out so you best believe i told my friend how im feeling, but like uhhh it didnt do much. i spent the whole weekend at work and i was free on friday but my friend decided to ditch me and yeah. i havent been out in like two weeks now and i mean i am an introvert so i dont mind that much but even i want to socialise sometimes

aah i mean every manager has their flaws, no one’s perfect. my manager keeps calling me to go to work even though i was literally there for 11 hours on saturday AND sunday which means i worked for 20 hours in two days. and i work 20 hours a week at max. and i already worked some hours before the weekend so i think i have like 30 hours now and she keeps calling??? dude i need a break too,,i am so exhausted and tired of this shit :dd

oh i totally get what the lady that drops you off sometimes told you. i would feel a little iffy if i heard it too, but like,,,judge by your own experiences!! if you feel like something is off, you can always leave,, so i wouldn’t be so stressed about it.

why are people so rude ??? dude,,you should care, because we are all human. everyone has their needs and their lives and i bet he wouldnt like it if he was the one in your place. why should you stay there longer just because he didnt want to leave?? that was so unnecessary. people are weird beings and i learnt that after working with them this weekend,,,like i litereally got screamed at because i couldnt accept cash in different currency. like,,what tf do you want me to do?? i dont have every single currency with me so i could give u the change ?? tf ??

ALSO ITS OKAY TALK ABOUT YOUR WORK HOWEVER MUCH YOU WANT !!!! i also feel like i dont have anyone to talk to about work bc my parents dont listen to me as much as they used to these days and my friend unsurprisingly just doesnt care bc she doesnt work,, and i dont wanna talk to my internet friends abt it as much bc i feel annoying so i am glad us two can talk about these things together !!!!

YOUR FIRST TATTOOOO WHOAAAH thats so cool. i love tattoos hihi dfkja idk if u already had the appointment but tell me how it went after !! i wasnt able to find the sticker on the internet but im sure it looks hella pretty. also i love how it reminds you both of kpop and your grandma, its wonderful <3 i really want to get a tattoo one day,, and i also want something meaningful (not that i am hating on people that tattoo themselves just for fun and have no meaning behind their tattoos i just have commitment issues so i want something long lasting). alSO my crush (yes i have a crush now ew) has a tattoo and it looks like satan lowkey,,but apparently its a japanese something (i forgot the word oopsies) and it means jealousy, bad past and wisdom ?? i was like BOY IF U DONT??? fjdkla he has blue hair btw i am very much whipped but he also doesnt know me and i am older than him so this is embarrassing

ALSO I HOPE YOURE FEELING WELL AFTER GETTING THE VACCINE !!!

ily <333

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Hey there :3 May I request a matchup🙈? I'm a 5'6 tall, queer, chin long dyed red haired girl(she/her) and you can call me Karo if you need a name :p I don't really care if it's a single pairing or a poly one as well as the kind of relationship (platonic/romantic/sexual), but maybe a romantic one would be sweet🤔 I'm a INFP and was born under the sign of Pisces and I think the stereotype fits me pretty well lol. I don't think I would describe myself as clingy, I definetely need my space (part1)

and me-time, but sometimes it's also nice to have someone who will drag me outside to do stuff or socialize if I'm isolating myself too much or another depressive episode seems to creep up on me. I think they need to understand, doesn't matter if it's a platonic or romantic relationship, that sometimes I can't give them much(time etc) and that that's nothing personal and that they're still very important to me. Hmmm I think I would prefer my relationship like I like my fanfics hehe, slow burning, like first get to know each other, (enemies to) friends to lovers is just *chefs kiss* for me <3 I really love to draw and sing, to dance too, I like to spend time in nature and with animals, help them too. But I also like adrenaline rushes, like rollercoasters, cave exploring, bungee jumping, exploring lost places etc, I would say I'm almost up to anything if it's exciting or interesting, but I definetely like just chilling and watching netflix, playing games or watching Vine compilations or crackhead satire twilight tiktoks(which is tbh the things I do most of the time until someone drags me out). I love making others laugh with just random outbursts(thats pretty much my humour, just randomness and gen z memes). I try not to judge anyone for anything and be open for all kinds of stuff, except for like non-negotiable things for me like racism, homophobia, sexism etc, like, full offense but I have absolutely a zero tolerance for that. I also get very emotional very easily, doesn't matter if it's something not so important like a touching movie scene(so many things make me cry so easily haha) or like in an argument. I really have a hard time argueing, I hate it SO much, I either try to avoid conflict(and run away like a coward lol) or if it's really something we have to discuss I sometimes need time and space in between(not the best under stress talker/thinker), but if the other side is being calm and considerate then I think I would be fine too Oh almost forgot,I love cuddling(definetely also platonic)and am not afraid to just throw myself at my friends/lover/s I am getting better at not caring about what others think, but sometimes I'm still pretty insecure about everything(my actions,my future,my appearence..),but my motto is fake it till you make it,so feck other people,I can do whatever the hell I like and nobody's gonna stop me hehe😈🙈 Soo yes,I think that will be enough😂Thank you for your time and effort👐💕👐

A/N: I promise you fake it til you make it is 100000% good strategy and also i see feck are you from ireland

I pair you with.... The Attic Sandwich!

Beel and Belphie would be perfect partners for you. The two of them balance each other out in many ways, and you fit right into that. They value the connection between them and because of it they don't expect to always be around each other. This connection extends to you. Beel takes you out to all sorts of places (usually ones where there's unique food) and would definitely have fun with some adrenaline rushes. It makes him forget about his hunger for a bit. Belphie is absolutely there for your sense of humor and he's very good at watching your depression and arranging something to cheer you up.

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The plot of the first 20 chapters is what really gets you close to these two. (Spoilers for that follow and in the last three bullet points) Beel opens up more and more to you, and just absolutely falls for you. Belphie gives us that sweet, sweet enemies to lovers trope. He becomes curious about you, especially with how smitten Beel is, and ends up falling along the way.

THIS is the cuddliest group to ever cuddle oh my goodness when you want snuggles you will have them

They adore just relaxing with you. The three of you become a pile on the couch while watching movies or other videos.

Beel will watch you scroll through tumblr while he engulfs you with his arms. Belphie somehow worms his way into yours and alternates between sleeping against your chest and watching your screen as well. You hear an occasional snort of laughter from him.

Beel is very emotionally intelligent, so he can quickly determine your mood and what he can do to help.

Belphie encourages you to break out of your shell and be yourself. He's very blunt about his opinion of other people lol

He finds himself staying awake longer with you just so he can hear you. He thinks you're hilarious, honestly, and loves talking with you.

When you throw yourself at Beel he catches you. He big and strong and loves affection from you. but also this happens https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NIhl1cW9Me8

Belphie thinks its the funniest shit he can't breathe

If you do it to Belphie honestly he just stands there - either to let you fall or cling to him like a koala. He looks so Done but I promise he loves it. He laughs at you either way. He saves hugs and cuddling for when laying in bed or sitting. Too tired to hold you.

They both understand needing space, and will often just go off and do their own thing. They have complete faith in your feelings for each other, and will never doubt that you love them.

At least not for needing alone time - Belphie has lingering guilt over plot but he tries to make up for it by protecting you.

The others in the house can't help but be reminded of the trio they were with Lilith as angels.

While it still hurts to remember, Beel and Belphie feel almost as if they've come home around you. A part of them that was lost is found again.

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Cleaning day is nobody's favorite, but least of all Belphie's. Too much work. Just don't take ou your stuff and then you don't have to clean it later, right? The problem to him seems to be all the time people spend awake and he shouldn't have to deal with it!

But cleaning day is a little better with Beel and Karo. With their laughs and energy. Usually seeing other people so active drained him, but not with those two. He watched as Karo danced around the room to the music she had put on, while she and Beel tidied up. It was frankly adorable, and best of all: Belphie wasn't expected to join.

He was happy to watch. He watched as Karo spun into Beel's side, surprising him and causing him to stumble before he laughed and swept her up into a spin together. He watched as Beel picked Karo up with ease to put something on the top shelves of the room. He watched Karo find pillows in all the nooks and crannies of the room, and he huffed and whined when she threw each one at him on the bed.

Belphie was on snack duty. In exchange for the two helping him with cleaning day, he was expected to provide the rewards. This was not a small feat when Beel was involved, but it was far better than cleaning.

"Hah! The closet is done!" Karo declared, brandishing her feather duster. "Snack us, Belphie!"

He couldn't help but chuckle. It was an awful phrase. Silly and stupid, but Karo's enthusiasm was just so contagious.

"Good job. C'mere," he told them, reaching to his hoard of treats.

Karo practically jumped onto the bed, grinning at him, while Beel was close behind looking very expectant. Belphie hid the curling smile of his lips by lifting up a large bag. "The closet is the biggest monster of them all - so for defeating it, you two get this."

Karo gasped and Beel's eyes gleamed. "Oh, those are my favorite..." he said, already reaching out.

"Ah-ah," Belphie pulled the bag back, to be met with a pout from Beel. "You'll eat them too fast for Karo to get any, so we're gonna do something different."

"Different?" Karo asked.

Belphie smirked and opened the bag, which led to a very audible tummy rumble from Beel. He and Karo couldn't help but laugh. He pulled out a snack - just one - and held it up. "Karo, say 'aaah'."

She beamed at him and opened her mouth. "Aaah!" Belphie tried really hard to keep his blush down as he dropped the snack in her mouth. She was so darn cute about everything.

"Now you give one to Beel."

"Just one?"

"Just one," Belphie agreed, smirking at the pout.

It didn't last long though, as Karo held up the snack and said "aaah" to Beel. He eagerly opened his mouth for the treat, but shocked himself by blushing heavily once she leaned over to feed him. Karo didn't comment, but seemd to be rather proud of the fact.

Belphie fed her another, and she followed up with Beel - but Beel took her hand after stealing the snack from her fingertips. He couldn't help but kiss the palm of her hand. "You're... so cute," he mumbled. "I like this."

"I thought you would," Belphie said, pleased with himself. "Karo?" he held up another.

She went for the treat, but instead he pulled it away, holding it above his head. "Beel gave you a kiss, don't I get one too?"

Karo paused and blinked before laughing and leaning in. "You're adding new rules," she told him.

"Never said I couldn't," he answered, giving her a light peck on the lips before presenting her with the treat. The look of satisfaction in her eyes made his heart pound, and he could tell that Beel's was just as busy.

"My turn," Beel said quickly. Whether he meant for a snack or for a kiss... well. We shall see.

#im sorry it took so long!!!!!#i got hit with stress in school and hid in dragon quest builders 2 for three days #Ive literally done nothing but play that #thank you so much for the request!!!!#matchups #match ups #bast babbles #my writing

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lushvet · 5 years ago

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i know i should just drop this and wait for friday to come study, but i can’t help and investigate in what illness sander might have. i have a hard time imagining wtfock erasing the whole MI storyline, because it’s an important subject for skam and also, we’ve already got enough hints of it.

so i was mainly looking at BPD and bipolar disorder. my friend (who’s obviously more invested in those topics than i am) helped me understand, and then i connected some dots with sander by comparing both disorders. i reckon there’s a bigger chance that sander has BPD, so i chose those signs to talk about instead of bipolar. also, i barely know other illnesses, so of course he could have something else.

borderline personality disorder and bipolar disorder sound very similar, i honestly used to think it was the same thing, but it’s really not. from all the search results i can say borderline is less common than bipolar and is more difficult to live with.

bipolar is a mood disorder that affects your mood whilst borderline acts on your personality. now, the biggest difference between these two is that bipolar people tend to have these “two versions” of themselves: maniac and depressive, and borderline people experience intense, various mood swings that can switch very quickly, whereas bipolar disorder is long term (can last from days to months).

now goes some of the borderline symptoms that i think are linked to sander.

fear of being alone. it explains why sander said he’s afraid he’s never gonna find someone who loves him, it wasn’t just a way to build the atmosphere for the kiss. another moment was when talking about multiple universes and sander saying it makes him feel lonely.

people with BPD can’t help the feeling of abandonment, whether it’s real or not. they make desperate attempts to make people not leave them. explains him painting robbe’s face on a building wall as a way to reach out to him (there’s plenty of easy ways to reach out and yet he chose to do THAT)

people with borderline tend to try to commit suicide more often than people with other mental illnesses. it’s much stronger. talking about sander, it’s arguable, because there’s no evidence except his line that the only way to stop your thoughts is by dying. though it’s enough to know that such idea is already on his mind.

unstable feelings about their loved ones. it can get to the point, where one moment they think you’re the best thing in the world and the next, you’re the worst thing ever. i can’t help but to refer to skam italia and skam españa and how they handled both even characters with borderline disorder, precisely in the final episode when they underestimate themselves to the point where the even characters are implying they’re just gonna treat their lovers badly, like they’re the worst things. so if sander is anything like them, then this sign fits him as well. this may resemble his relationship with britt too, but we know nothing from britt’s view.

viewing things as all good or completely bad. in this case sander’s all the way or no way quote is the most accurate way to describe not finding the balance between positive and negative things, it’s either this or that. as in for decision making, this makes so much sense, because he doesn’t seem to have second thoughts. e.g., during the first kiss scene, he just went for it with no regrets or before the reunion happened, he did choose to go for robbe, declaring his 100% you and i, etc.

then there’s another symptom, i read it’s one of the most troubling, which is intense, inappropriate anger, difficulty controlling it. that brings me to sander’s sudden outburst at britt. it looks like it clicked on him really fast, completely changing his behaviour, when just a moment before he seemed so content, excited to meet robbe. perhaps i’m reading too much into it, but it sure as hell left a weird feeling for me that it was an overly expression coming from him.

not everything is mentioned and i guarantee there’s at least two parts where i’m wrong because i have small brain i don’t have any experience from personal life and i may not understand the illnesses completely. tho i’m happy i made effort to learn about these things, which may be beneficial for the future, it was fun :,)

#watch me delete this if it turns out hes bipolar #hahah jk though #it really doesnt matter what illness he has and IF he has one #im just curious and impatient aaa #wtfock #sander driesen #rosander #sobbe #skam #my post

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real-jaune-isms · 5 years ago

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RWBY Volume 7 Chapter 11 Review/Rundown

And here we see how RWBY continues their tradition of Chapter 11 being the most tense and depressing part of each Volume. I hope and pray it will get better next week, but we’re two episodes away from the finale so I don’t know how much of this can be fixed in even 40 combined minutes of well paced run time. Still, at least the episode started with some cool satisfying fight scenes and a relative triumph for the heroes.

First and foremost is the duel between Ironwood and Watts in Amity Coliseum. Ironwood pulls out his second pistol which has more black detailing than the other one and fires it behind him. Turns out it fires Gravity Dust, which he uses to propel himself through the air towards Watts’ platform. Watts fires at Ironwood a few times, counting down how many bullets he has left much like Deadpool did in his first movie. But Ironwood keeps using the gravity gun for midair dodging and the two start melee combat on the platform mixed with the occasional gunfire if one can get a little distance from the other. Watts dodges and jumps back to another platform then uses his rings to affect the gravity of the one Ironwood is still standing on, then makes him gravitate to a vertical platform giving off its own artificial gravity. This becomes the gimmick of the fight, Ironwood landing some hits as he chases Watts around and Watts in return messing with the gravity to screw with the General. Ironwood adapts quickly and uses the recoil of his guns to help keep his balance a few times, while Watts keeps making hard light tiles to use as shields or stepping stones to go from one Gravity biome to another. We get a new song by popular cover artist Caleb Hyles, and it helps set the mood of the fight. After the mad genius knocks his black gun away, Ironwood gets the bright idea to just go back to the stage in the middle and get ahead of Watts while he��s busy jumping across a volcano biome on his little Hard Light tiles. Watts falls for it and doesn’t realize James is sneaking up behind him until he gets shot in the shoulder. He retaliates by freezing Ironwood’s foot, since his gun actually does have other dust types than just hard light despite the initial appearance. With the General temporarily indisposed, Watts jumps up to stand on the bottom of the platform directly above (he really must love using the complete gravity control). Ironwood of course gets loose and the two run at each other and wrestle in the air for a few moments before they both hit the ground. Watts tries to jump away but Ironwood grabs him by the ankle and throws him back to the ground hard enough to break his Aura. Before he can recover Ironwood comes running at him and tackles him off the edge where they both go tumbling and flying through the air and land back on the center stage. The entire route of their chase/duel was mapped out in artwork shown during the credits and it’s very helpful. Watts uses his hacking rings to start raising the stage into the middle of the scaffolding for the lights and what we can assume is the incomplete communication equipment, and starts complaining about how Ironwood didn’t appreciate his genius and chose Pietro’s project over his own. Arthur was given so much for his accomplishments, but he was outraged that he wasn’t entitled to every little thing he ever wanted. Truly, if Hazel is the embodiment of Wrath then Watts is Pride. That would likely make Cinder Greed for power and Tyrian Gluttony for death and carnage in particular, which also seem rather accurate. The brawl starts anew and Watts is pushed back to a metal scaffold near the edge, though he does get his pistol against Ironwood’s head. Too bad for him, Ironwood was keeping count too and knows Watts is out of bullets so he drops his gun in resignation. But he does still have a trick or two left, and when the General drops his guard his opponent turns him around and shoves him against the scaffold instead, furthermore trapping his left arm in a hard light tile Watts had formed from placing his rings on the beam. If Ironwood moves his arm at all his skin will be burned badly and too much activity trying to escape might sever the appendage all together. Watts just laments how close the fight was and how he’ll have to make new rings, then goes looking for the communications equipment so he can mess with it. But to his shock, Ironwood forces himself to endure and pulls his arm out. It’s unclear if he will have use of that arm anymore but for the moment he’s at least burned the skin off and can’t seem to move it much. But he doesn’t need it to choke slam Watts and drag him along the floor to the edge of the platform. Now with a friction burn around his right eye and a mouthful of blood, the mad genius is hanging over the lava biome with only Ironwood’s hold on his collar keeping him from falling. James Ironwood declares that he will do whatever it takes and sacrifice whatever he has to if it means stopping Salem, and that seems to delight Watts. Smug even in defeat, he hopes to see just how dedicated to that promise he will be.

One fight down, and one with ominous but satisfying resolution, onto the other. Clover tries to declare that Tyrian is under arrest but he just starts laughing. I have to agree in this instance. You know this man is a vicious serial killer, he’s not going to surrender just because you tell him to, so such declarations are pointless. I guess you could argue it can add to Tyrian’s charges since he’s now resisting arrest, but he’s already done worse things so it’s just a drop in the bucket. Qrow charges in to attack and when the faunus proves to still be agile enough to dodge and counter him the other two engage as well. The fight is incredibly fast paced and there’s so much action from all four people I can hardly even describe it without going into tedious play by play. Robyn keeps her distance to shoot her crossbow at Tyrian, but he always seems to catch or dodge them so it does little. Clover keeps hooking him and keeping him from moving around as much as he would like, but he’s not landing many attacks either. Qrow’s slashes and stabs do next to nothing aside from keeping the tricky bastard moving, but for whatever reason he can still punch the bastard with satisfying regularity. All these complicated weapons and tactics, and Tyrian can never defend against fisticuffs. There are definitely some noteworthy team tactics, like Robyn ricocheting a few bolts off a fire escape and then off the broad side of Harbinger to hit Tyrian in the face and make him fall head over heels backwards. Clover also manages to bind Tyrian’s tail to his back with a pair of bola-cuffs and pin his arm and tail in an inconvenient spot with his fishing line so Qrow can punch him in the gut with minimal trouble. That just pisses the killer off though, as he knocks them both away and does a breakdancing move to get loose of the bola. But then he starts laughing insanely again and Robyn takes that opportunity to shoot him in the mouth. He catches the bolt in his teeth, unfortunately, but it was an explosive and he’s too slow to avoid the blast. It’s enough to break his Aura and make him dizzy enough to fall on the ground. Still barely conscious and laughing, he gets a boot to the head courtesy of Robyn herself, who triumphantly asks the knocked out man to try and smile now. The huntsmen are amused and impressed, and Clover radios the others to say they need a transport to take Tyrian into custody.

Ironwood has made his way back to his office with his arm in a sling, and for whatever reason took Watts’ bag with him. He breaths a sigh of relief that the threat to their Kingdom is finally over with Tyrian being caught too... until he sees something that shocks and surprises him enough to drop the bag. We cut to the outside of the Academy where Winter is giving orders to the students to stay indoors and consult upperclassmen or faculty for guidance... until she gets contacted by the General. His tone is cold and serious, we’ve never heard him this emotionless and blunt before. Did anyone get caught sneaking into the school. No? Then they have a serious problem. Winter seems panicked and sprints inside, with Cinder watching from an upstairs window. If Winter is going to make sure Fria is still secure, as is likely her chosen duty in such matters, then Cinder can easily follow her and take what she wants~ God I hate that woman... Penny gets a notification too, but we don’t hear what they say, and she flies up to Atlas as well. Joining her in that journey are the Ace Ops minus Clover, RWBY and JNR. The kids are wondering why they were called back up under such vague circumstances, but the Ace Ops don’t much care. Orders are orders, and you have to follow orders. Besides, the worst of the Grimm are taken care of and the evacuation ships are still going so Mantle will be okay for now. Oh if only that were the case... Still, they do decide they’ll split up: JNR will go get Oscar from his room and meet Team RWBY up top.

When RWBY and the Ace Ops do come to the office, Ironwood is facing away from them and wordlessly turns around in his seat to place something on the desk. A black Queen chess piece, the sign of Salem’s triumph over Ironwood from Beacon. He’s got some real paranoia about something so basic if he called them back here just for that. But it’s not just that, it’s that someone left that in his office without being seen and now he wonders if they’ve made a major mistake and played right into Salem’s hand. He’s doubting everything they’ve done, wondering if bringing everyone to Atlas just made it easier for her to wipe them all out at once, if making them all go down to Mantle was just a distraction so the enemy could strike Atlas without opposition. Weiss tries to reassure the General that they’ve done good things, they’ve united the people, but he’s too concerned with what Salem’s grand scheme is and how she’s always thinking ahead of them. Slamming his fist on the desk hard enough to crack it, he also knocks the black queen over and sends it rolling across the desk top. Ruby takes notice of the sound it makes and looks at it more closely. In a stroke of intelligence we don’t often see from her outside of battle, Ruby recognizes that it’s made of black glass and thus must have been left by Cinder. The revelation only exacerbates Ironwood’s paranoid theorizing, because if Cinder is in Atlas then Hazel might be as well. And with how hard they all fought to contain Watts and Tyrian’s trouble they are in no shape for heavy hitters like those two. We in the audience know that Hazel is just back in the Grimmlands being a father figure for Mercury and Emerald, but the characters do not.

However, I do want to go on a bit of a tangent for a moment about Cinder, and more specifically about how the other characters think she’s acting on Salem’s behalf here and it’s all part of her master plan. She wants them to believe this is all going according to plan, because making Ironwood panic and rush to protect the Maiden is part of HER plan. But if there was someone in that office with the common sense and clear mind to point out what I’m about to, the stress might be lessened a bit. Her win/loss ratio is rather awful all things considered. What were her big victories? Having Emerald use her Semblance to influence fights so Beacon students would seem to act viciously, using Watts’ virus to hack the CCT Tower and later Ironwood’s robot soldiers through Neo bringing a Scroll with the virus onto an airship, making a deal to have Adam and the White Fang attack the school along with ships of Grimm. All things reliant on other people’s hard work or assistance. She did do a few things herself of course: kill Amber and get the Fall Maiden powers, kill Headmaster Ozpin, control the Wyvrn to have it destroy Beacon Tower, and kill the celebrity fighter Pyrrha. But this came with great sacrifice, the temporary loss of her voice and the more permanent losses of her eye and her arm. And she didn’t get the Relic of Choice from the Vault, something Salem wanted very badly. Then she went to Haven and got some assistance for the attack there from Hazel and Adam leading the White Fang again, and recruited Raven and Vernal. The attack failed, she couldn’t get the Spring Maiden powers or the Relic of Knowledge, and she was presumed dead. Salem would not tolerate that much failure, and our heroes should realize that. So if Cinder is in Atlas there is no way it would be by the will of Salem, she would be there purely of her own volition and for her own purposes. Her history of killing the last Fall Maiden and murdering who she assumed was the Spring Maiden would show she’s hungry for power so she would totally be here for Fria and the Winter Maiden powers. And since Yang was able to get the lamp she clearly didn’t get the Spring powers or she would have taken it first, so they would feel safer in knowing she only has the power of one maiden. But they’re all under a lot of stress and can’t really think about all that right now. I’m just saying it might help to think about who they’re dealing with... Okay, rant over.

Blake tries to calm Ironwood down a bit by saying the night isn’t done and they’ll be on his side to help with whatever comes next, but that was the wrong move. Because it reminds him that Robyn found out about Amity Tower early so one of them must have told her. Yang admits that she and Blake told Robyn the night they were supposed to ambush her, which pisses off the Ace Ops something fierce, not to mention how Ironwood feels. These guys take orders and loyalty more seriously than the air they breath, and it shows. Yang stands by her choice, it was the right thing to do and they wouldn’t have gotten Robyn’s support for everything that had gone so right tonight without that tip of the hand. There are some great background details, like Blake’s ears pinning down to her head in discomfort and fear as the arguing starts, Marrow being the first and most visibly upset at first, the music getting creepy and tense... and Watts’ bag visibly bulging and moving on the desk as all the negativity ramps up. Weiss tries to divert the conversation since they need to worry more about the future than the decisions made in the past, but Ironwood can out yell her and insists loyalty will always matter. And if you can believe it, things only get worse.

Watts was apparently hiding a Seer in his bag and it explodes out to catch everyone off guard, including us. But we don’t just get a hazy image of Salem in the Grimm’s dome head, the damn thing’s tentacles start spasming and curling up while the head begins to crack as Ironwood points his gun at it and backs up into a corner... before it falls dead to the floor and black mist starts pouring out. No, not smoke, it’s mist. And from that mist rises the form of Salem herself, ethereal and larger than life to further the inhuman intimidation factor. Team RWBY and the others hear her voice for the first time as she patronizingly congratulates them for beating Watts. Ruby stands her ground and says they beat Tyrian too, and can beat anyone else she sends their way... but that’s not what matters to Salem. Watts and Tyrian weren’t trying to win, they did what they were sent for and have set the stage... For what, Ironwood asks? For Salem herself~ Time is a luxury an immortal like Salem has an abundance of, while Ironwood and the people of Atlas and Mantle have a very short life ahead of them. For the sake of ending their suffering, James would find it in his best interest to just give her what she wants so she doesn’t have to hurt more people to get it. He still tries to defy her, but she leans over him and gives her best loving mom smile... which is unsettling at such a close view. The sooner the General accepts how futile his struggle against someone as unstoppable as her is and surrender, the sooner it can come to an end. But Ruby has other ideas. They’ve seen Salem’s past, her history of strength and her immortal curse... but they also know her pain and losses. They know she is capable of failure, and Ruby is determined to make that happen here too. It’s very inspiring, and shows how she’s thinking outside the box for the solution no one else was realizing. She is not the little girl she was in Volume 1. Unfortunately, Salem hates being criticized and having her flaws pointed out so she goes for the mortal wound. Not physically, but emotionally. She says she heard this same speech from Summer Rose, and Summer was wrong. Ruby will be wrong too. The poor girl can’t handle this, the thoughts and memories of her mom flooding back again, the clifftop scene from last volume becoming stormy and sad as horror movie music plays. Salem probably killed Summer herself, and she’s counting on the grief and sadness and despair to overwhelm Ruby. And it does, she starts crying and her silver eyes flash for a moment involuntarily before she falls to her knees weeping. Her job of breaking her enemies by striking at their vulnerabilities done, Salem just fades away. It’s a very uncomfortable scene and the CRWBY absolutely made it that way on purpose. I have seen a theory here on tumblr that suggests Ruby has repressed memories of being there to see Summer die in person and Salem has made them surface to try and break Ruby’s spirit. It ends on the positive note of saying if Ruby can process and deal with those memories it may be the key to unlocking her full Silver Eyed potential, but still. What a damn tragic reveal that would be.

Regardless of theories, Yang immediately drops to her knees to hold and comfort Ruby, though you can see she’s really upset too. She’s the one that remembers Summer raising her and being her mom, but she has to be the big sister and rolemodel Ruby can depend on so she can’t show her emotions. It’s very unfortunate for her, they both need some grief counseling. But we don’t even get time to deal with Ruby’s mental state because the Ace Ops are freaking out about seeing Salem for the first time and realizing how screwed they probably are. Elm thinks that if Salem was leading a massive force of Grimm their way the coastal proximity alarms would detect it, but Vine reveals those have been down for a few hours without them noticing in all the other chaos. Ironwood grimly counters that the sensors may have already been destroyed and the Grimm are closer than they think. This does not make the Ace Ops feel any better, and the General himself is just blankly staring out his window. Blake asks if the communications tower is really complete like he had told everyone, but Yang realizes it was a bluff and they’re in even worse condition than they thought. Weiss can’t believe it, she wants to hear it from him, but instead he drops another truth bomb: Winter has been instructed to claim the Winter Maiden powers immediately, which may very well mean killing Fria herself. Blake is shocked, Yang is pissed, but Weiss is utterly aghast. She had the most faith in Ironwood since Winter had trusted him too, but this is horrible. He’s made the decision that they need the power to access the Vault so the Staff and the Lamp can both be locked away. Ruby has recovered a bit, and she’s confused since Ironwood had said they could keep the Lamp... but he’s changed his mind now that he knows they lied about so many important things and their unstoppable enemy is at their doorstep with all his forces exhausted. So he’s making some changes. The biggest is that they will no longer be lifting Amity into the upper atmosphere but all of Atlas itself. The people who still haven’t been evacuated from Mantle will be left to fend for itself and be annihilated in the process, and Atlas will live in complete isolation and “safety” under their artificial climate. Ruby refuses to go along with that, she still believes the old plan of uniting the world with the completed Tower would work. But Ironwood is done listening to optimistic speeches like those, the Tin Man has lost his heart. The tough times call for tough decisions to make the right thing happen, but Team RWBY stands firm that the right thing is to stand their ground against the coming storm no matter how hopeless it seems. They are unfortunately alone in that, the Ace Ops are obedient soldiers who support their boss and believe it’s more important to be sure they can save who they can now vs hope and dream everyone can be saved. The smaller more honest soul cannot stand up to such cold realism. The romanticized aspiration of being Huntsmen and Huntresses means jack shit when the facts are plain to see and those facts spell disaster if they risk it all on a final stand with so much of the war left to win. Weiss rightfully points out the council will not allow this, but Ironwood is well past that. He’s declaring martial law and MAKING this happen, and even if it’s just because they’re thinking about people like Robyn, Team RWBY is standing in the way. The four stare down Ironwood, until Ruby suddenly gets a call from Jaune. She reaches for her weapon, but instead dashes around Ironwood when he was expecting to try and outdraw her and hides behind his desk. She uses an open communication channel to tell JNR, Winter who has been joined by Penny, and Qrow along with Robyn and Clover, about Ironwood’s plan to declare martial law and abandon Mantle by raising Atlas with the Staff, and of Salem being on her way. The important bit gets across, but the mad tyrant disables her Scroll remotely before she can completely declare Mantle’s doomed fate. Robyn and Qrow glare at their companion turned foe(?) while Tyrian just watches in amusement from his cuffed seat. Ruby gets up from behind the desk just in time for Ironwood to declare Team RWBY under arrest until the danger is over and his plan is complete, and he knows damn well they won’t go quietly. That’s why the Ace Ops will stay and fight them while he gets started. I really don’t want to see Team RWBY fight their new role models and surrogate parental figures, but I also really hope they can surpass them and win. There’s also the hope that Marrow will betray his own team and help his FRIENDS escape, he’s been the one with the most conscience of the Ace Ops. We will have to wait and see what happens next week, but I don’t like how it’s going...

But of course, Jaune had a reason for calling Ruby and he’s very concerned when the call dies out before he can really say anything. He remembers the last time things were going badly and he couldn’t contact one of his friends... And as we see, things are definitely bad. He, Nora, and Ren are at the door to Oscar’s room, which is filled with destroyed Atlas robots. Either Oscar unlocked his Semblance and used them as practice, or Neo abducted him just like we worried she would. And that’s the other unfortunate thing about Cinder’s plan, siding with someone as low down the totem pole as Torchwick’s former sidekick. But Neo is still dangerous as hell and no one knows to expect her or have any way to prepare themselves for an enemy they can’t identify. Hopefully JNR can find Oscar and get him back, though I worry if even they can beat Neo. And there have been rumblings on Twitter of a new model for Pyrrha being made and Neo doing something this Volume that will make us really hate her... Hmmmmm...

One way or the other, this was an amazingly made episode that takes you for a wild ride and uses every scene and moment to the fullest. I’m emotionally rattled and nervous as hell, but I can’t deny it’s one of their best works.

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shy-magpie · 5 years ago

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RQG 142

I used up all my delayed gratification avoid spoilers and not listening to a season a day; so in an act of optimism over evidence I am going to listen before bed instead of waiting for my lunch break at work. Come on dead!Shoin! It would be the perfect punchline to Zolf refusing to play, if Yoshida was killed by his own trap. I think I was wrong about Zolf's spell sobering up Skraak but we've got to be nearing the 24 hour mark in the next couple episodes. They have to sleep sometime. Eep! Streaming promo! Rusty Towers has to be doing well if they can branch out, good for them! What can I say I like rituals? Thank yous followed by the theme and intros make my brain light up. Alex went 3rd person over the stress of the series being up to 142? Time to poke the corpse. Exploding 20s sound fun but a pain to plan for. Body is in a state of disrepair. Panel open in the room indicates the bolt came from a trap Body is gross Adventurer not Shoin? We can't search the corpse? Not even for Alex's traditional wallet of backstory? Can't picture the layout (ETA Babs you are amazing, and your map is my RQG post for tomorrow.) Explanation for this area having power, I just like hearing Cel talk. Locker by each door. No Alex, we don't trust them to be normal lockers. Fire ax, weird wrench, box. Box contains: Solvent, glue, a dead potion, means of applying glue/solvent Cel sounds like they are consoling themself for this not being a puzzle Zolf is not a public speaker, but I think I got the gist of it. Take the tool kits: we will need them whether this is a puzzle or not. Another dead trap. Thanks for the careful wording, Alex *Foul water pool surrounded by a walk way *2 dead kobolds :( *Killed by acid in the face from a creature I am tempted to mark the turnings but given the weird layout I don't think I could track it right even if I could juggle my MP3 player, this post, a pen and paper. Once again just going to trust them to spell out what's important. Yeah they would check for traps at every door. Ooh active trap. Its a well balanced team, nice to hear them give eachother credit for their respective strengths so readily. Dark hall way of options They are honest, and admit they are probably not checking for traps as they walk. Oh good Zolf doesn't actually have a Thing about Dancing Lights. It really was just a "could we not make it easier for people to shoot us?" coupled with a possibly IC trouble relating to how much moving around in the dark stinks without Dark Vision. Ha they immediately spot a tripwire they would have missed if they just had Zolf & Azu lead them in the dark. Chalk marking, ensuing discussion of what it means. Is that Zolf or Ben who is losing it over the puzzles? Cel, do you need a variation on the "a live dog is better than a dead lion" speech I nearly wrote when Hamid went after that ooze? Because dead scientists can't write up their findings. Love ya both, if you have to die, please not to something you could have just walked away from. Of course Zolf is going to indulge them; he took to Cel fast as Sasha and Cel is less squishy than L1 Sasha. Oh darn I have to be fair, learning what the symbols mean could be life saving later on. The glaive really is a 10ft pole, I was joking when I asked that. I hate the word "seemingly". Alex, don't break Ben. Hmm, this is actually pulpy fun. Getting us back to base levels after really intense beginning of the season or being readied for more emotional content? Most of the beats I'm expecting can't hit until they get off the island; could be the answers to the what's going on around here are intense. Final bets on it being Mr. Ceiling mark 1? Weird room with weirder floor. Clearly another puzzle. Once again how rich is this guy? That's a lot of money to go "I'm smarter than you are". Genre savvy is rewarded Dead wizard "I'm giving you this for free" is Alex implying that other info given without rolls has a price normally? Other room is completely flooded? Zolf suggests we mark the door. Kinky Azu. Hamid switches mark to clearly writing the issue. This team backs a play, so its now a Rosetta Stone of warnings Partially flooded room but no real danger? Ah Zolf catches that we could lose our path back if we keep doing letting water out. Flooded & trashed lab Speakers burst to life Break time Its Yoshida, arguing with himself. Cel is a delight. Azu is "going to shake" Yoshida Swimming sounds like a bad idea. Oh, caught that tone from Zolf, does he think Poseidon would mess with them? Worrying since Alex keeps tossing water related potions at them. Zolf and Hamid are making decisions as equals. Hamid no longer sounds nervous and Zolf still isn't pulling rank crap. Even Skraak is worried about Zolf. Oh right, better is a relative term. Still pretty depressed (mechanicaly grief stricken). Ok not to get to into it, but Zolf's mental health arc is really good. Like no show is perfect but Zolf going from the Paris breakdown to clearly putting the work in on changing how he talks about himself and relates to the team, but it not being a cure all? All while still being a fully contributing member of the team? Pretty damn good to see. Back to first room. Cel does not understand where Zolf is coming from. Cel, Azu, and Zolf have a brief conversation about Zolf's mood. Have I mentioned how great Azu is lately? Player vs Character thing? Because even without Alex lamp-shading it, Lydia doesn't strike me as the "you must be chipper" type. Zolf and Cel interaction. Zolf wants to put a pin in this and have a proper conversation later. Not sure how I feel about promising to "keep a lid on it". On the other hand its hard to balance expressing the emotion vs ramping yourself up vs the needs of the rest of the team. So much for me not getting into it. Flip-side: hey, turns out I can acknowledge an actual flaw in Cel while still thinking they are awesome overall. Crates of potions, including the stuff from the syringe spears. wanna grab a sample this time? Because I'm thinking the stuff in the spears is the stuff that makes the Kobolds so docile and may be a prototype for the alchemical side of the blue veins. That sounds cathartic for Zolf. (looting the place then letting Zolf smash the rest) Azu smashes too. Good for both of them. Ah point Cel, stuff could have airborne effects. Point Zolf, 2 way street, Cel should let people know that kind of thing. Speakers, what is up with Shoin? Assuming this isn't a pre-programmed contingency (which I wouldn't have thought possible until watching Alex), why is he using the script from the puzzle party while half of the traps are broken? Getting meta again Well maintained nasty trap with really obscure poison 2nd trap?! Isn't going to kill anyone, thank Alex. What in the Magnus Archives? Dancing mannequin room with weird heavy gas? Going to crawl on the conveyor belt. Its trapped too. Acid damage to Azu. Into initiative.

Skraak got a nat 20

Azu was hit with a syringe arrow of acid.

Azu backs out past Hamid & Skraak

A second trip wire drops a grate! Hamid and Skraak are trapped on the conveyor; everyone else is back in the room.

Zolf sees Cel dithering and directs them to deal with the grate. No effect

Azu takes 7 damage

Hamid uses acid splash on the grate.

Oh cool, there is an actual rule for how long it takes to get armor on and off. It makes sense too, the better the armor is the longer it takes. From what I picked up, better armor would have more straps for better fit and have more thick overlapping bits rather than gaps

All Zolf can do is a heal check and help Azu get her armor off.

Cel offers the antidote potion, but we don't know what it does.

Hamid reassures Skraak, continues to splash grate

Cel can't really do anything

More damage to Azu

Sweet out of initiative

Zolf cleans Azu off, Azu takes a couple healing potions and that’s dealt with. The acid splashes didn't do anything to the grate. Lift the grate attempt one. Ah "come on Skraak, we're going to help" so wholesome Zolf wacks it with his glaive, it has some effect but not a viable plan Speakers again, Cel points out they might need to meet Hamid on the other side. ...long story short lever attempt has no chance of working. Zolf: Hamid, mate, you're on your own Hamid: I've got Skraak. (winks at Skraak, Skraak blinks at him) Is it having little brothers? He is good with Skraak! Zolf: chin up, don't die on the conveyor belt. Hamid: yup gonna try Zolf: cool anything we can give you? Hamid: I'm pretty well equipped I think. Zolf: all right well we'll see you on the other side. Azu: Yeah, we'll meet you there alright. We'll see you soon Hamid: yeah Azu: alright Hamid: stay safe Azu & Zolf: you too And the end of the episode out takes are always fun

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stevenuniversallyreviews · 6 years ago

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Episode 123: Room for Ruby

“It's sunny now, but it can always rain later.”

Catch and Release really did change everything. I’ve already discussed it as a paradigm shift, transforming the concept of what the Crystal Gems are: before, a quartet with Steven as the rookie, and after, a fluid group where Steven has some seniority. We’re in an era where Connie, a full-fledged human, is a Crystal Gem. Bismuth, who already was a Crystal Gem but got reintroduced and then left behind, will return as a member of the modern iteration. And two former enemies, Peridot and Lapis, have joined the group (the latter unofficially). So who’s to say a ruby soldier wouldn’t fit in?

Granted, Charlyne Yi’s performs a ruby that’s a little too forgiving, and power combo Raven Molisee (of the highly expressive Molisee’n’Villeco) and Jesse Zuke (of the barnmaster duo Zuke’n’Florido) exaggerate her face and words to the point where it’s at least a little suspicious from the start. But Navy, cleverly named for the gem on her navel just as Army is named for her arm gem, has always been friendly and chipper compared to the other rubies in her squad. It’s believable, despite us never witnessing it, that the other rubies are mean to her for this attitude. And because this is a ridiculous character, it was always possible that her ridiculously jolly attitude was sincere.

That Navy is lying the whole time is irrelevant to the wonder of a show that makes us believe that she might join up. Her betrayal might be predictable, but our status quo is as capable of change as the planet our heroes love; it’s a similar sensation to Alone at Sea, where even though nothing drastic happens there’s a real possibility that Lapis might relapse and go back to Malachite. It’s so much better than an episode where we know from the start that the character-of-the-week will depart by the end of the story.

Navy’s chipper behavior is variably cute and questionable, but I love the massive hint that is the rain sequence. Gems become Crystal Gems when exposed to water, so Navy gets her own little baptism as part of the orientation. But because she’s a false convert, we get artificial rain for her artificial reaction. Yi sells absurd joy as well as absurd frustration, but there’s a cloud hanging over this moment that becomes clearer on rewatch.

Despite beginning with Steven and Garnet, then bringing Navy along for the ride, Room for Ruby becomes a Lapis Lazuli episode as soon as we head back to the barn. Navy is as one-dimensional as it gets before the reveal, blithely accepting everything that comes her way and seeming incapable of feeling negative emotions, so she needs an external opponent if we want this episode to have a plot. Yes, it’d be fun to see this goofball being a goofball for eleven minutes, but thankfully Steven Universe is willing to go deeper.

Peridot’s bossiness and desire to impress makes her an excellent candidate to teach Navy the ropes, and both can bond with fellow shorty Steven over a shared go-get’em mindset. So it makes sense that our wet blanket is Lapis, who first distrusts Navy and then gets fed up with how easy everything is for her. She’s trying, but seeing another foe-turned-friend have such a smooth go of it isn’t easy, and exploring those emotions of jealousy and inadequacy allows for a wonderful last hurrah before Lapis abandons Earth in Raising the Barn.

Lapis has a tricky role to play here, as she’s straddling the line between protagonist and antagonist depending on how much you trust Navy. Our hero/villain is portrayed sympathetically, as we’re reminded of her traumas and her slow but steady recovery process; she might come across as petty, but it’s understandable pettiness when Navy breezes by in areas where Lapis has struggled. And it helps that unlike fellow Ornery Lapis episode Barn Mates, Navy doesn’t seem to get upset at the negativity; this isn’t Peridot trying to win over a stubborn holdout, it’s a spacy ruby who ignores the venom. But at the same time, Lapis is the only protester in the Navy Parade, and her clash with Steven’s goal of bringing in a new friend makes her a huge bummer.

Which is why I love this episode’s lesson so much: that it’s sometimes okay to be a huge bummer.

It’s okay because everyone’s going through the world at their own pace, and whether you’re clinically depressed, a survivor of trauma, or you’re just plain sad, it doesn’t make you less worthy than folks in a happier mood. Lapis attempts patience and understanding despite her annoyance, and only snaps when Navy’s attitude turns sickly sweet; feelings of inferiority are hard to work through, but it doesn’t make it okay to be a jerk the whole time. Even after the outburst, Lapis is quick to reassure Navy, acknowledging that it’s an internal problem and apologizing. She wants to like the newcomer, but as soon as she senses the forced perkiness it’s hard for her not to notice that something’s off.

A good twist is something that makes you rethink the plot, but a great twist does this duty while being enjoyable as a plot point on its own merits. The execution of Navy’s betrayal is marvelous, even as it becomes more and more obvious that it’s coming. After spending the whole episode geeking out about Earth stuff, Navy not-so-subtly suggests that she wants to go back to her ship. Steven not only falls for it, but is down to press a huge button without asking follow-up questions; it may seem inconsistent with his growing maturity, but it makes sense that an excitable kid is lost in the joy of making a new friend. The stranger area for me is his exclamation that the Crystal Gems “finally” have a pilot, as if Pearl hasn’t been successfully navigating spaceships this whole time, but again, he’s caught up in the moment.

The twist-within-a-twist is that while Navy has been plotting against our heroes this whole time, her demeanor isn’t part of the act. Yi's transition from earnest giddiness on land versus manic giddiness post-betrayal is worth the price of admission, especially as she merrily explains that she opted not to just steal the ship because she wanted to watch the Crystal Gems suffer.

And of course, this brings about Lapis’s triumphant laughter at being proven right. Jennifer Paz is awesome throughout the episode, restraining herself when necessary for big bursts of energy to hit home, and it culminates in the sheer joy that comes from righteous vindication. We could’ve gotten a somber moment of Steven’s anguish at being tricked, similar to what we got after Peridot’s duplicity in Message Received, but Lapis allows us a sense of relief despite things going horribly.

In an episode featuring a character as unsubtle as Navy (being tricky doesn’t stop her from being loud and hammy), I love the quieter story we get from Garnet. We only get a nudge that Navy’s story appeals to Ruby and Sapphire, but we don’t need more than that, so I’m glad we don’t get more. Yes, it would be fun to see Ruby hanging out with Navy, but the episode’s focus is elsewhere and we don’t indulge in fanservice that would take away from the plot. The two balloons Garnet brings at the end are color-coded for convenience, so we don’t need anyone to tell us that the optimistic red message is Ruby’s hopes and the apologetic blue message is Sapphire’s realism. It’s not a novel observation that Steven Universe respects the audience enough to not hold our hands, but it’s still appreciated.

(Also appreciated is a soft moment of Garnet bonding with Steven independent of the plot as they make wishes; Steven may be growing up fast, but he’s still allowed to be a kid sometimes instead of spending every episode in teen angst mode.)

In terms of criticisms, I’m a little torn about the pacing: Room for Ruby meanders a bit in that second act, even though I understand its purpose. Lapis needs to have her tolerance for Navy strained to a breaking point so she’s not throwing a tantrum out of nowhere, so we need multiple examples of frustrating glee. But it does get a little boring on rewatch to have the point driven home again and again that Navy is a perfect little angel, even if it’s all building up to the twist that she’s anything but.

Still, I can’t help but enjoy the nostalgia this structure provides, because major plot points aside, the episode fits right in with classic Season 1. We get a simple story that primes us for an obvious conclusion. Steven will find an unusual solution in his cheeseburger backpack. Steven will learn patience when Pearl takes a while to reform. Steven’s beach party with the Gems and the Pizzas will teach the Gems to respect civilians more. Lapis will grow to accept Navy’s differences. But instead, Steven’s improvisation only goes so far, and he’s impatient again as soon as Pearl returns, and the Gems still don’t care about Fish Stew Pizza, and Lapis’s negative outlook was correct. Steven Universe first made its mark by toying with the conventions of episodes with straightforward morals, and it’s nice to see that legacy continue so late in the series.

The implications of Navy’s actions are soon made clear, as the loss of the Crystal Gems’ only means of space travel (stolen from the very barn where Steven, Greg, and Pearl first experimented with space travel!) makes Steven’s imminent sacrifice that much weightier. But before that shoe drops, we can enjoy one last glimpse of our favorite little ruby.

(I’m kidding of course, our Ruby is the best ruby.)

We’re the one, we’re the ONE! TWO! THREE! FOUR!

Charlyne Yi hamming it up and Lapis’s grouchiness paying off? What’s not to love?

Top Twenty

Steven and the Stevens

Hit the Diamond

Mirror Gem

Lion 3: Straight to Video

Alone Together

Last One Out of Beach City

The Return

Jailbreak

The Answer

Mindful Education

Sworn to the Sword

Rose’s Scabbard

Earthlings

Mr. Greg

Coach Steven

Giant Woman

Beach City Drift

Winter Forecast

Bismuth

Steven’s Dream

Love ‘em

Laser Light Cannon

Bubble Buddies

Tiger Millionaire

Lion 2: The Movie

Rose’s Room

An Indirect Kiss

Ocean Gem

Space Race

Garnet’s Universe

Warp Tour

The Test

Future Vision

On the Run

Maximum Capacity

Marble Madness

Political Power

Full Disclosure

Joy Ride

Keeping It Together

We Need to Talk

Chille Tid

Cry for Help

Keystone Motel

Catch and Release

When It Rains

Back to the Barn

Steven’s Birthday

It Could’ve Been Great

Message Received

Log Date 7 15 2

Same Old World

The New Lars

Monster Reunion

Alone at Sea

Crack the Whip

Beta

Back to the Moon

Kindergarten Kid

Buddy’s Book

Gem Harvest

Three Gems and a Baby

That Will Be All

The New Crystal Gems

Storm in the Room

Room for Ruby

Like ‘em

Gem Glow

Frybo

Arcade Mania

So Many Birthdays

Lars and the Cool Kids

Onion Trade

Steven the Sword Fighter

Beach Party

Monster Buddies

Keep Beach City Weird

Watermelon Steven

The Message

Open Book

Story for Steven

Shirt Club

Love Letters

Reformed

Rising Tides, Crashing Tides

Onion Friend

Historical Friction

Friend Ship

Nightmare Hospital

Too Far

Barn Mates

Steven Floats

Drop Beat Dad

Too Short to Ride

Restaurant Wars

Kiki’s Pizza Delivery Service

Greg the Babysitter

Gem Hunt

Steven vs. Amethyst

Bubbled

Adventures in Light Distortion

Gem Heist

The Zoo

Rocknaldo

Enh

Cheeseburger Backpack

Together Breakfast

Cat Fingers

Serious Steven

Steven’s Lion

Joking Victim

Secret Team

Say Uncle

Super Watermelon Island

Gem Drill

Know Your Fusion

Future Boy Zoltron

Tiger Philanthropist

No Thanks!

6. Horror Club 5. Fusion Cuisine 4. House Guest 3. Onion Gang 2. Sadie’s Song 1. Island Adventure

#room for ruby #steven universe #su #steven universally #review

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threewaysdivided · 5 years ago

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Author Meme

Tagged by @pi-cat000. Hello to you too! I'm also something of a lurking digital hermit, but more than happy to interact so feel free to tag me in stuff, send asks or just poke my blog with a stick if you want to chat.

Author Name: Three Ways Divided across Tumblr, Archive of Our Own and Fanfiction.net. Occasionally I do art-stuff and post the High-Res versions to DeviantArt as RedMoonWhiteTiger.

Fandoms You Write For: Pretty much just Young Justice and Danny Phantom. I’m involved in other fandoms too but I don’t produce fic-content for them (maybe one day).

Where You Post: For Fanfic: Started on FFN then began crossposting to Ao3 when I noticed people migrating across to the archive. Now I simulpost to both, and drop a linked preview here when new content comes out.

For Art: Any proper finished pieces go to DeviantArt for full res viewing, as well as under #my art here. Sillier art stuff and WIPS are Tumblr-only.

Other stuff: Tumblr. Outside of fic and art the main things I do are long analytical meta-pieces under the #scattered thoughts tag, discussions of writing for the #writing advice tag, and food stuff under #3WD Cooks.

Most Popular One-Shot: I only have one official one-shot right now and it’s my DP piece Defining Moment, so I guess it wins by default.

Most Popular Multi-Chapter Story: There’s something to be said for limited choices - my one and only is, of course, Young Justice: Deathly Weapons.

Favourite Story You Wrote: I have a love-hate relationship with YJ:DW but I’m very happy with how the plan’s coming out so far.

Story You Were Nervous to Post: I have exactly 2 stories and I wasn’t particularly nervous about posting either - either they’d work or they’d vanish and I’d let them go when my interest ran out. There are some more out-there concepts that maybe one day might develop into fics, but if they survive workshopping then I’ll at least be confident that they’re not completely devoid of value.

Right now I’m mostly nervous about ensuring that new YJ:DW chapters live up to the existing material.

How Do You Choose Your Titles: Typically Wordplay. If I can find a pun or phrase with double-meanings then I might use that. Callbacks or references to the source material also work in a pinch.

For example, “Young Justice: Deathly Weapons” is a reference to YJ’s canon titling style and a play on the phrase “Deadly Weapons” (i.e. lethal weapons) and the word “Deathly” (adj.: resembling or suggestive of death), because dangerous plot involving ghosts. Several of the chapters and planned chapters have titles that are chemistry references, puns or nods to other series.

Do You Outline: Do I outline?

You tell me.

Complete:

Unless it’s a one-shot, not for a very long time.

I do plan my stories with the end in mind but I’m also a compulsively overambitious, overachieving, perfectionist gremlin so there’s a whole lot of content and drafting between here and there. By a lot I mean an entire half-season of the show. This one puts the long in long-fic.

In-Progress:

I have one fic that’s not a one-shot, and I promise I’m still working on it.

Coming Soon: YJ:DW Chapter 17 “Assessment” is 1k from draft completion and getting closer each week.

Do You Accept Prompts: Not really, no. My writing style typically involves a lot of planning and drafting so I find spontaneous flash-fic hard unless I’m especially inspired.

BUT! Analysis is my bread and butter so if anyone ever wanted some fic-meta, or analysis of storytelling/ characters or even to pitch a story/scene/trope idea for feedback/suggestions, I can spin out a decent essay-style or research piece quite fast. My brain is naturally geared towards analytical writing over narrative prose.

“My mind," he said, "rebels at stagnation. Give me problems, give me work, give me the most abstruse cryptogram or the most intricate analysis, and I am in my own proper atmosphere.” - Sherlock Holmes

Upcoming Story You Are Most Excited to Write: Young Justice: Deathly Weapons is actually 12 semi-self-contained story-episodes, at least 2 significant character arcs, a long-running mystery and a bunch of short character essays stacked inside a trench coat and masquerading as a single sane fanfiction, so mostly I’d just like keep on with that. I also have a few tie-in one-shots, so I’ll be prioritising this series before moving on to any other big projects.

Ideas I’ve been kicking around and may one day write when YJ:DW is closer to done and assuming they survive workshopping:

DP x YJS1 Danny-Dick Brother AU, of which there are three variant ideas for execution

DP x YJS1 dissection-fic in the vein of Unfair Justice

DP x YJS1 literal crossover in which Danny has to leave his universe behind and ends up on Earth 16

DP AU fic - in which the Fenton parents are much worse at parenting, Danny gets his powers a different way and we explore depression, isolation, self-perception, self-hatred and neglect

BNHA fic in which Izuku never gets One For All, tones down the fanboy after realising just how serious the issues with the status quo are and chooses to go into Support instead to change the system from within

Dark Souls one-shot mood piece

Yeah, YJ:DW is more light-hearted than all but two of these, my brain is just a barrel of laughs.

Tagging: @lunagalemaster @batmanisagatewaydrug @ao3commentoftheday I would be curious to hear from you if you’re interested and have the time.

If anyone else would like to participate but haven’t been tagged, please consider this your open invitation.

#3WD #author meme #pi-cat000 #thanks for tagging me!

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justbtsstuffsforfun · 6 years ago

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Harder than it Looks

Pairing : Taehyung x Jin

WC: 6,240

Warnings: Mentions of rape.

A/N: Forgive me for my pathetic title. And I’m nervous.

“Where is Jin-hyung?” Taehyung asked, scanning the crowd. Having been promised that the latter would come and pick him up, it was only natural for him to ask about his missing boyfriend.

“Hyung is…a bit busy.” Yoongi replied, maintaining the stability in his voice while answering Taehyung. He’s definitely not gonna let this poor cub know about the hyung’s condition.

“Then let’s go to his filming site! We can go and surprise him!!” Taehyung clapped in excitement. No way was he going to miss the surprised look on the older man’s face.

“No. Tae-tae needs rest. Carry gramps Yoongi back to the car.”

“Hyung, I’m the one that needs rest and- Hey!” Taehyung fake-exclaimed, seeing his hyung climb on to his back. Damn, it’s been too long since he felt this excited to carry Yoongi again.

“Hyung cut some slack for this 31-year old kid!” Taehyung pouted, adjusting his backpack and the sloth-like Yoongi. “And what about my mask? People might recognize me.”

“Mask? You look like a caveman with that thick beard. No one would even imag-“

“OH, MY GODS! THAT’S KIM TAEHYUNG!” a petite woman screamed in excitement.

“AHHH!! TAEHYUNGIE WITH A BEARD!! AHH!!!” another joined.

“YOONGI OPPA LOOKS LIKE A KITTEN!!” the third one started bawling her eyes out in astonishment.

“And this is why I should never listen to Hoseok. Run towards my car in that corner!” Yoongi face palmed himself and hid his face on Taehyung’s shoulder.

“L-leave meee, I have to gooo. Tae babe’s waiting.” Jin slurred, chugging in another mug of beer. “He’ll see me and break up immediately. I’m so ugly, fat, blond, no muscle, blah blah blah.”

“Hyung, I get the fact that you’re worried but seriously, why would you call yourself ugly and fat when you’re neither?” Joon asked, pulling the older away from the kitchen counter. “And for God’s sake, what has got you so upset huh?”

“Tae baby will run away from me.”

“No, he won’t. In fact, he’ll run towards you. No stop drinkin-”

Clang! There goes one of Jin’s favorite plates. Namjoon quickly pulled the light-weighted man to the couch.

“Hyung, please don’t break your favorite stuff one by one. You’ll end up regretting.”

“Tae-baby will break my heart.”

“WILL YOU STOP WITH TAE BABY? It’s cringy hyung!”

“I waaant beer. Gimme a kiss. Come here.”

“And I’m not your Tae-baby hyung!” Joon smacks Jin’s head in frustration. “Stay here for a while. I’ll make a call and-“

“DON’T CALL TAE-“

“WILL YOU STOP!” Namjoon literally blew up, confusing Jin. “Stay here Jin-hyung, I’m calling Yoongi-hyung”

“Okay.”

Namjoon quickly walked to the corner of the room, dialing Yoongi’s number. It’s been quite long since the two of them saw Seokjin so drunk and wasted.

It had all started when Jin’s drama director had personally contacted Namjoon in the bakery that afternoon.

“What! Jin didn’t show up for 3 days?!” Namjoon almost crushed the macaroons on hearing the news. “That’s strange. He always returns missed calls and messages.”

“Really? Is he sick? He hasn’t picked up any of my phone calls!” the director asked, a bit confused. Jin quickly became people’s favorite actor after his debut drama.

“Really?! Gosh, I’ll check up on him today.”

And, as Jungkook’s and Jimin’s train was arriving in 20 mins (Hoseok’s going to get them), Namjoon had no choice but to pull the busy Yoongi-hyung along with him.

And Yoongi thought his idea-less -day couldn’t get worse.

The smell of alcohol and beer welcomed them as soon as they opened his apartment door. And right on the floor was Jin, with god-knows-which-mug and the third empty bottle.

“What in the world?” Namjoon exclaimed which also, somehow, brought Jin back to planet earth.

“Pick up Taeehyungie,” Jin called out, searching for his car keys on the floor.

“On it. Take care, Namjoon.”

And that’s how Namjoon was left alone with poor, depressed Jin.

“Hyung! Please come fast. Jin needs help and pep talk.” Namjoon quickly took a glance at Jin, who had now made himself comfortable on the couch.

“Yah, his baby is dozing off right next to me. Don’t be so loud!” Yoongi whisper-barked on the phone. “I’ll drop him and come.”

“Jooon,” Jin called out. He was staring at Namjoon with his blood-shot eyes, pleading for the younger man’s presence beside him.

“What is it hyung?” Namjoon quickly cut the phone and rushed beside the dark-haired man.

“I’m sorry.”

“Finally back to your senses huh?” Joon gave a small smile, letting his hyung know that the apology has been accepted.

“I wanted to drink so that I could sleep.”

“I know. At least pick up your director’s calls man. Don’t scare us like this.”

“Hmm.”

“What’s troubling you so much hyung?”

“What if Taehyung leaves me?”

“Why would he?” Yoongi asked, locking the main door. “He was practically nagging me to take him to the shooting site. He wanted to surprise you.”

“But guys, wh-what happens after that? You know how much Tae wanted me to wait? I-I literally betrayed him!” Jin choked towards the end of his sentence.

“Drinking isn’t going to change the result hyung. You should talk to him about it.”

“I’m scared. I don’t want him crying his eyes out like before.”

“Hyung, our Taehyungie has matured a lot since debut days.” Yoongi tossed him the painkillers and the bottle of water. “So stop overthinking and trust that guy. He loves you a lot.”

“Anyways…we have to leave now,” Namjoon replied, after reading the message. “PD-nim wants us there. We’ll finally have a meeting tomorrow with the seven of us.” The two of them put on their standard hoodies and black masks. “Try to make it, please?”

“Yeah. I’ll try. And guys?”

“Yeah?” the two of them turned in unison.

“Promise me you’ll be with Taehyung no matter what happens.”

“Hyung shut the fuck up,” Yoongi answered back. “The 5 of us will support your ugly asses no matter how hard things get. We are supporting now too, aren’t we?”

“Just go sleep peacefully hyung. Tomorrow might surprise you.” Namjoon smiled, slowly closing the door.

“Yeah, surprise,” Seokjin repeated those words loudly in his now empty room. And within an hour, the brightly lit, alcohol smelling flat turned pitch black, with a figure walking out of the building, praying no one notices his absence.

“Jungkook-ah, you seriously have to watch Jin-hyung drama! Like damn, the way he acts as the waiter is so priceless; any girl would fall for him!” Jimin jumped like a happy dog in excitement. Jungkook, on the other hand, was busy doing his push-ups.

“Don’t forget about guys, Jimin.” Hoseok reminded the latter while tying his shoelace. “You know, Jeong Jaehyun was so damn ready to ask out Jin after watching the first episode! God, you should’ve seen hyung’s face he was-“

“WHERE THE FUCK IS KIM SEOKJIN!” a loud, deep voice interrupted Hosek’s chirpy, happy tone.

“Chill Taehyung, do you miss him-Holy shit!” Looking at Taehyung disheveled condition, Jimin immediately ran towards him, almost tripping over his own shoes he had thrown across the floor.

“What happened?” Hoseok followed Jimin, quickly wrapping his hands over the messy guy.

Taehyung pursed his lips, trying really hard not to shed a single tear on this special day. They were finally spending time together after 5 long years and here he was in his pajamas and sleep-deprived, swollen eyes, ready to ruin the mood of the studio.

“N-nothing.” Taehyung replied, putting on his best fake smile.

“Yeah sure. Hyung, you would never come to the studios in pajamas if it was nothing.” Jungkook pointed the obvious out in a matter-of-fact tone.

“Taehyung-ah, tell us. I’ll bash Jin-hyung for you.” Hoseok moved on to hold Taehyung’s hands that were miserably bitten and sore.

“Hyung, J-Jin hyung-” Not being able to speak another word, he thrust his phone onto Jimin’s hand and ran to the washroom.

“Hyung, wait,” Jungkook called out and followed the older man to comfort him.

“Seriously guys, it’s been 5 years since the 7 of us met and you guys are al-“Yoongi abruptly stopped, almost pouring a bit of his Americano on his white sneakers. “Why are you guys gaping at me like you’re seeing my soul?”

“H-hyung, read this.” Jimin quickly handed him the phone, unable to digest the messages on the screen.

Nothing made sense to Kim Taehyung. Tears were streaming down his eyes. His lips were constantly quivering. In addition to his beautiful condition, he had successfully managed to ruin their reunion, even before it could start. And to add up to all this, Jin never showed up.

Namjoon and Yoongi were sitting; gaping at each other, wondering the exact reason why Jin was drinking last night. That’s when they realized that they’d been perfectly fooled by their hyung really act.

“Tae…we’re so so sorry.” Namjoon patted him on the head, which slowly turned to soft strokes. Tae didn’t know how to react. Well, it would be safe to say that he really couldn’t process anything after reading the message.

Taehyungie, I’m sorry but I’ve lost interest in you. Since I love myself a tad bit more than how much I love you, I’m breaking up with you.

Please don’t follow or search for me as you would be wasting your precious time and energy. Also, please don’t waste time sending messages or trying to convince me to get back with you, since my feelings for you have become insignificant.

Do take care of your health and mind. Health is really important for a beautiful looking man like you.

I wish you the best of luck for your future goals and achievements. Do not message back. I won’t reply to any of your messages.

Take care of the members. Make sure they take care of you.

“So does this mean he’s going to leave Bangtan too?” Jungkook asked, his voice completely depressed and upset.

“He didn’t tell us anything about it last night.” Namjoon quietly told them. He and Yoongi then recalled the entire scene in front of the men. How their oldest hyung was a mess. How he kept calling Taehyung’s name over and over, fearing that he would break up with Jin.

After 10 mins of dead silence in that room, Taehyung asked “Hobi hyung, can we check his house and workplace. Please? I would really like to wish him good luck. I know he h-hates me b-but I just…” Tears don’t seem to stop falling from the young man’s eyes. He had never really expected or imagined that his Jin would one day forget about all those memories they had made together. Didn’t the bracelet mean anything? Were they supposed to end like this, with the world thinking that they were fan service all along?

“Hyung, let me join you too. I don’t know what happened to Jin-hyung but he made me stay. Now it’s my turn to do the same.” Kook sniffed.

“Kookie, I know you have your reasons sweetheart but Tae-tae should be the one to talk and settle things with hyung.” Jimin held his hand, to stop the maknae from getting up. Namjoon nodded in agreement.

“Okay then. Taehyung, get changed. You can’t walk to his office like this.” Hoseok got up from the floor and walked out of the room, to get changed and screw Jin for one last time.

“Manager-nim, I would be taking leave for a month.”

“Seokjin! First, you don’t return my calls for 3 days straight and now you want a holiday? Is your success getting to your head?”

“No hyung, it’s just…you know there has been a lot going right? There are a few people who aren’t really happy about me coming out!”

Director Sooshim pushed his specs over his nose bridge. Jin did have a point there. Even though he was pretty supportive of this newbie star, many people in the office itself had trouble accepting him for who he was. People still have a long way to go, unfortunately.

“Fine Jin-ah, I’ll give you. But, the moment you returned back, I will make full use of your presence. You’ll have to take up more than 4 roles in different dramas.”

“Aish, you and PD-nim never go easy on me.” Jin smiled at their similarity. “Fine. As long as it benefits me, I’m cool.”

“Good. See you in a month then!”

Jin quickly put on his mask and walked out of the room. Now, the only thing that remained was getting a ticket to Gwacheon.

He decided to take a short visit to his room on his way back to pick up something. Something that might be of no use for him from now on. A necessity to memory, he mused.

He wanted to show Taehyung his newly renovated room. It was bright blue, just the way he would like it to be. In the far corner, towards the window were the plants they had bought together. It was almost time for the lilies to bloom. Tae might tear up looking at them.

But right now, none of it mattered.

Jin slowly walked up to his desk. For one last time, he opened the left-middle drawer. There it was, his favorite pic with the man of his life, right at the heart of Paris.

He could literally feel that sick feeling rushing up his throat. That crazy feeling which he had been trying to subdue since last night once he broke up with Taehyung. Jin slowly moved his shaky hands over the picture. He did look exceptionally young, more like 22 when he stood beside Tae.

“I guess that’s how Taehyung makes everyone feel. Young and confident.” Jin chuckled, slowly kicking out the pain within him. He definitely should get out of Seoul, before his feelings take over. Taehyung has to be safe. That’s all.

Just before Jin could throw away all his memories (BTS pics), someone quickly rapped on the main door.

“Come in I’m-“ Jin froze as he saw who it was.

“Oops, did I walk in at the wrong time?” the woman smirked, casually playing with her hair. Jin quickly averted his gaze from her. The last thing he wanted to do was get into another situation.

“Aren’t you going to reply Seokjin?”

“Walk out of the room. I don’t even want-”

“To look at me.” She completed his sentence, smiling to herself. She walked towards Jin, pushing the latter back, till his back made contact with the wall. Jin could feel his legs trembling.

“Of course. Truth is always harder to accept, Jin” She pouted scanning all the photos on the table. “You are a huge disgrace now. Bangtan would be better without your ugly ass.”

Jin didn’t lookup. He knew she was right. Especially after that happened.

“Wow, you agree. Sluts remain sluts forever I guess.”

“Get the fuck out of here, Soojin,” Jin replied in a shaky voice, his anger at its peak. He’s had enough to deal with this week. All thanks to this pastel yellow-dress woman standing in front of him.

“Lol. Your ugly secret is safe with me. Farewell Actor Kim. Walk out of the this place as fast as you can!” She took off, satisfied that the man had been scarred for the rest of his life.

As soon as the woman left, Jin collapsed onto the floor. For the first time in 33 years, he put his head down in shame, disgust, and fear, praying that none of this affects the other 6, especially Taehyung.

“I guess this is our last resort.” Hoseok looked up at the tall glass building, which looked exceptionally posh with the 3 pm sun rays falling on it. He turned towards his left, to make sure that the younger man was still holding on.

Taehyung didn’t bother much this time. He had completely lost all hope. He was never going to find Jin. Period. All their moments together were insignificant to him. Jin, that bratty asshole only loved himself. Taehyung was never a permanent part of his life. And neither was Bangtan.

“Hyung, how could he simply throw all of us out of his life without a second thought? I thought we were a…family.” Taehyung quietly asked, not bothering to turn towards Hobi’s direction.

“I know. It’s tearing me apart too Taehyungie” Hoseok took hold of Taehyung’s hand. Upon holding, he noticed that the bracelet was still there. Taehyung was still subconsciously hoping for Jin to return. For all this to be a sick nightmare.

“That’s why we’re here aren’t we? To bring back Jin-hyung!” Hobi’s answer somehow managed to get Tae’s attention. “Taehyung-ah, you know how stupid our hyung can be right? What if he was just pranking? Maybe he’s just testing you. And us.”

Taehyung immediately raised his head at that possibility. A slow, unsure smile started showing up. “If that’s the case, Hobi hyung, let’s kick that ass right in the balls.”

The interior of that building turned out to be even more posh-looking. The crazy chandeliers, white lights, huge ass lobby gave the entire place a more royal look. Taehyung made a mental note to tease Jin with this. Provided they find him and bring him back.

Right on their way to the third floor, the two of them spotted director Sooshim.

“Director!” Taehyung called out, taking quick, long steps to catch up with him. Hobi followed, a bit relieved, finding a known face.

“Taehyung, Hoseok! What a pleasure!” Sooshim quickly bowed. “Is everything alright? The two of you seem to be in-“

“Where’s Jin?” Taehyung quickly cut in, annoying the older man. Noticing the annoyance in his face, Hoseok covered up. “ Sorry hyung, we haven’t really met him these past few days. Taehyung here is just worried.”

“You too?” Sooshim’s face relaxed. “Jin didn’t tell you anything too? Aish that boy.”

“Did you see him hyung?” Taehyung asked, the concerned boyfriend-look plastered all over his face.

“Yes. He has decided to go on a month’s leave. You know, till things settle down.”

“What things?”

“Taehyung, you don’t read the news or what?” Hoseok asked, turning towards him. “Jin came out. People now know that he’s bisexual.”

Taehyung was stunned. Annoyed and stunned, to be more precise. That fool…didn’t they discuss that they would come out together? Like a perfect kiss in front of their fans, something romantic like that?

“When did this happen?” Tae huffed.

“A month back.”

“WHAT?!” Jin definitely didn’t really care about him.

“Yeah… and many people still have problems with it. So he said he would like to take a break till things settle down. Poor boy.”

“Where is his room?” Taehyung asked, his voice taking a dejected low.

“Turn right from here on the sixth floor. You’ll see a bright blue room that screams Jin.” Sooshim laughed.

Well, let’s be honest right here. The two of them never, ever expected all these actors to be their fans. As soon as they reached the sixth floor, a huge crowd blocked their path to Jin’s room. And 80% of the crowd was going crazy over Taehyung’s beard.

After 5 mins of pushing and pulling, Taehyung openly shouted: “Do any of you know where Jin’s room is?”

On hearing Jin’s name, the entire crowd went silent. All of them were staring at each other, in confusion and fear, baffling the two men in the process.

“You guys don’t know Jin?” Hoseok asked looking around to see people’s reaction.

“Who wouldn’t“, someone from the far corner replied. It happened to belong to a mid-forties guy with dirty blond hair. “Come this way.” He gestured them to follow him.

“Why did everyone stop at Jin’s name?” Taehyung asked the man, as soon as they had turned towards the right to the empty corridor.

“Well, …we did have this party where your man became the star. And showed his true colors.” The stranger replied, turning towards them.

“That definitely sounds like our hyung” Hoseok nodded in agreement.

“I know right! His skin was so soft and perfect!”

Taehyung froze at that spot. “Perfect what?”

“Skin. It was so soft and gorgeous. All those bites we added on to it made it look more beautiful. In addition to that, gah, his moans and pleas! That soft, drugged voice of his that was calling for someone to help him could seriously-”

Taehyung didn’t hesitate to punch that man right in his face. In fury, he smashed the guy’s head into the nearby vase. “You sick bastard! How dare you touch him?”

“What else do you expect us to do to sluts like him that can sleep with both guys and girls huh?” the man replied, wincing in pain.

“Call his boyfriend a slut again, I’ll fucking make sure that your ugly dick goes out of use” Hoseok replied ramming his foot on the man’s dick.

“How many more people were there that night? Answer me you bastard!” Taehyung growled pulling that man up by the collar.

“Tw-twelve. Ahh…T-the entire floor was sent a video of it. It hurts, let me go, please.”

“Huh? Let you go? D-didn’t he plead t-the same way that night?” Tears were threatening to fall from Taehyung’s eyes. “And how d-dare you take a video of what you’ve done, you asshole. Who started this entire shit?”

The man gave a blank stare. He knew the consequences. But did he have a choice? The two men standing in front of him were ready to rip him to shreds. Especially that bearded guy.

“Are you gonna tell us?” Hoseok asked cracking his knuckles. “Or would you like us to get it out of you through the hard way. I recommend you not to worry much about the consequences. Either way, the 6 of us will make sure you and all the other bastards rot in jail.”

“Tell me, or else” Taehyung tightened his grip over that man’s neck.

“S-Soojin. It was Soojin.” The man’s face hardened. “She said bisexual assholes like him can take advantage of both men and women. So she and I decided to teach him where he belonged. Now you can see the type of slut he is.”

“Slut?” Taehyung spat out. “You assholes rape him, drug him, bite him and then call him a slut?”

“He walked in the next day like nothing bothered him! He was perfectly enjoying it!”

“You Bastard! You fucking bastard. He wasn’t enjoying it. Nobody enjoys sick things like that. He walked in keeping in mind that he had to finish his part as an actor! That’s how he is! Work and profession is always his first priority!”

“Why don’t you try this on your wife huh? I bet she would have-”

“Taehyung enough!” Hoseok glared. “Don’t bring his wife and children into this. I know you’ ve-“

“Why not? How dare he touch my Jin-hyung!” Taehyung fought back. “H-he did n-nothing hyung. Why does he have to suffer? Why do we have to suffer because of random dumb-fucks who can’t control their shitty desires?”

“This is not the way you handle a situation Taehyung!” Hoseok raised his volume. He knew the younger man’s anger. Forget that, He himself wanted to break all this man’s bones. But, judging the condition and position they had reached as a team, doing something irrational would make them look bad.

“Taehyung-ah, take my car and find Seokjin. I’ll handle the rest, calling the other members.” He tossed his car keys on the latter’s hand. “Go find him before he does something stupid!”

“Yuck! All trains to Gwacheon are full!” Jin kicked the small pebble out of the cliff in frustration. Even the sun’s beautiful orange glow didn’t seem to make things right today. Watching the sunset from a high place has always brought happiness. No matter how miserable or sad his days were.

“Why can’t you make me feel better today, you stupid sun?” Jin screamed out loud, not expecting anyone to come and witness his actions. “Gah! Why does it have to be like this?! If things didn’t turn out this way, I-I could’ve brought him here! He would be so happy you know?”

“Who would?”

“My boy-” Jin immediately turned to find the owner of the voice. Taehyung was leaning on the trunk of the cherry tree, giving his regular smirk. Jin had to bite his tongue to prevent himself from giggling looking at the young man. That asshole actually grew a beard?

“I told you not to come in search of me.” Jin stiffened, which gave him an indifferent look.

“I do what I want. And how can you assume that I was searching for you? Aren’t you a bit too eager to see me?”

Yes, yes he was. Jin could literally feel his heart clutch looking at the man stand so far away from him. 10 feet becomes a great deal when you don’t touch your love for two years.

“Fine, I’ll leave then. If that’s what you want.” Jin took his backpack in such a hurry that all the photos stuffed within it fell off. God, things were getting out of hand.

“I thought you didn’t want anything more with any of us.” Taehyung smiled, slowly picking up their Paris picture. ”And yet you still have this-“

“Give that back” Jin snatched the pic from his hand, trying his best not to show his fear.

“But it’s mine too hyung. You’re mine too.”

“No-“ Jin flinched when Taehyung’s hand accidentally brushed over his. Jin’s face turned pale, partially in fear and shock at his sudden reflex. “N-Nonono. Shit, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to- Shit, why did this happen?” Tears broke out of Jin’s eyes. Never in this goddamn world had he expected himself to flinch at his hands. How could he fear the hands he was supposed to feel safe at.

“D-Don’t touch someone as disgusting as me Taehyung-ah, please. I-I don’t even like myself anymore.” Jin sobbed, completely losing whatever control he had. “I-I want to rip every part of my body, every inch of it. D-don’t come near me! Please! Th-they would do the same to you.”

“No one would touch me Jin-ah. And you’re not disgusting. You’ll never be disgusting in my eyes.” Taehyung slowly moved his hands towards Jin’s hair. Seeing no reaction from the latter, he gently stroked it, trying to bring the older man at ease.

“Don’t cry sweetheart, it hurts to see you cry like this.”

“Y-you don’t u-understand!” Seokjin choked.”They-“

“Shh” Taehyung pulled the older man’s head towards his shoulder. He didn’t even realize that tears were falling from his eyes. “I know baby, I made sure those bastards got what they deserved. Especially Soojin.”

“I’m sorry Tae. I’m so so sorry that you have to touch a slut-“

“NO!” Taehyung snapped. “Don’t you dare call yourself that. My boyfriend is not a slut. My angel will never be a slut.”

Boyfriend…yes. Hearing that word, another set of unexplainable emotions engulfed Jin. Realization dawned upon him. He almost threw away the most important part of his life, probably the only part that would help ease the pain and embarrassment.

Taehyung could feel Seokjin’s tears soak his shirt once again. All that pain and grief he had experienced, was now being let out on his shoulder. And he couldn’t do a single thing to make him feel better.

“I broke up with you.” Jin told in between his hiccups.

“And now we’re back together.” Taehyung kissed his head.

After silently remaining in each other’s presence for 10 mins, Jin lifted his head up. “Taehyung-ah, Thank you.” He kissed off Taehyung’s tears, making the younger smile at his improvement. “For accepting me. I would never admit it but, the fear of not being able to see you anymore almost killed me.”

“Well…don’t break up like an ass then. Talk to us.” Taehyung smacked his hyung head, in the name of knocking some sense into him.

“By the way, can I try putting my hand over you? It’s been so long and I just can’t resist myself. I promise I’ll be gentle hyung. Pl-”

Well, let’s just say that Jin had been feeling the same way. Taehyung moaned in pleasure as Jin’s plump, swollen lips crashed onto his. And literally kicked out the word ‘gentle’ from the latter’s dictionary. Although soft, Taehyung’s lips now fought to take control. He slowly bit back on the older man’s lips, creating an entrance for his tongue to explore.

“Tae,” the older man moaned, tightening his grip over Taehyung’s shoulders.

“You’ll be safe,” Taehyung replied, gently caressing Jin’s chin with his empty hand. He then slowly moved down, tickling Seokjin’s neck with his soft pecks, making sure not to leave a single mark on his soft skin. “Hyung is so beautiful. So soft.”

“Gosh, I missed you.” Jin laughed, giving him a quick peck on his cheeks.

“Me too.” Taehyung hummed, resting his head on Jin’s shoulders.

“Hyung?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you feel better?”

“Yeah. Really better. And safe.” He slowly wrapped his arms around Tae’s muscular body.

“I love you Taehyung.”

“Love you too, hyung.”

“And I think the five of us here need an explanation for your extremely rational act,” Yoongi called out, a few meters away from the two lovebirds.

“Don’t you dare apologize Jin-hyung” Jungkook ordered him, rubbing his puffy eyes. Jimin and Hoseok were literally throwing daggers at him with their gaze. And Namjoon looked defeated, probably tired of explaining the situation their oldest was in.

Jin heaved a heavy sigh, his hands quickly grabbing Taehyung’s. “Stay here with me okay?” he mumbled tightening his grip over the younger’s hand. Taehyung gave a small nod, resting his hand on Jin’s shoulder.

“I-I know what I did was wrong. So-“

“Wrong?” Jimin questioningly raised his eyebrows. “You made Taehyung cry. Literally, cry.”

“I know and we’ve-“

“No one makes him cry. You made that bloody rule and you-“ Hoseok clenched his fist, his eyes still fixed on Jin.

“I-I didn’t want to hurt him! I really didn’t want to hurt any of you.” Jin teared up, focusing on the dusty floor. “We had gone through so much. We worked so hard. And I didn’t want anything to break our reputation. Namjoon and Yoongi were busy making new songs, and raps. Hobi was teaching other idols. Kook, Tae, and Chim were working. It-It would be selfish of me to throw such a huge bomb on your faces!”

“Nonsense,” Namjoon called out. “We found sleeping pills along with empty beer bottles at your place. How long were you hiding this from us?”

Jin could feel Taehyung’s head turn towards his. “A-A week after I came out.”

“Hyung, I thought we were supposed to share problems. Didn’t you make all of us promise that that night? When I confessed about my dislocation?” Yoongi softly asked, making sure the oldest understood his pain.

“I’m-I-“ Jin choked.

“Jin-ah, cry.” Taehyung nuzzled him. “It’s okay. Cry as much as you want. I’ll cry with you. We’ll cry with you.”

“D-Don’t.”

“Let us, please?” Jungkook asked, walking towards Jin. On coming closer, he slowly patted Jin’s head, giving his best teary-bunny-smile.

And for the third time that night, Jin cried. Literally cried like a five-year-old kid. All that pent up fear, frustration, and sadness came out in the form of tears. Every time he tried apologizing for his mistake, more tears fell. But somehow, it felt safe. It felt relieving.

Taehyung just quietly hugged Jin from the back, his tears soaking his boyfriend’s shirt. Jungkook and Namjoon sat beside Jin, the younger resting his head on the oldest’s shoulder while the leader, a bit embarrassed by his tears, silently sat beside his best friend. Hoseok and Yoongi sat opposite to their hyung, with Yoongi on Hoseok’s lap, sobbing miserably, hurt and annoyed at the oldest actions. Jimin found a place between Tae and Jungkook, gently patting Taehyung and resting his head on Jungkook. At times, he also consoled Jin by whispering into his ears.

After silently reliving the entire experience while crying, Jin cleared his throat to get his member’s attention. He knew he had to get over the disgusting feeling within him. And, the only way to do that was: talk.

“It-It all started when my drama became a huge success. She was jealous, as expected.“

“Two days before I had a discussion with Joon about coming out, she blackmailed me with the pic I took in Paris.” Jin took a glance at Taehyung’s startled look. “Yeah Tae, ours.”

“She asked me to leave acting and find another place. Initially, I didn’t give a crap to her words, cause why should I? But then, she made a deal with dispatch…and things went out of control.”

“So you decided to come clean.” Namjoon interrupted. “You told the world you are Bi.”

“Exactly. And it did solve the problem with dispatch, luckily. I guess she probably asked them to stalk me or something. And since my hand had covered a major portion of Tae’s face during that kiss, it was hard for them to recognize him.”

“And then she and some ‘really orthodox’ people decided to put you in the right place. ” Jin sighed, looking at the irritated Yoongi, who completed his sentence.

“Is there any way in which I can make it up to you Yoongi? All of you in fact. I know I screwed up big time and I don’t deserve the six of you after what I did-“

“Hyung.” Jimin smiled. “Shut up please.”

“What?”

“It’s our fault too. We didn’t do anything to make you feel better.” Namjoon replied, running his hand through his brown hair.

“You should’ve told us, but still, we’re partly at fault.” Hoseok smiled, nudging Yoongi to do the same.

“Hmph!” Yoongi huffed, side-eyeing Jin.

“I’m sorry Yoongi. Really. I promise. No more secrets between us.”

“You cook tonight. I’ll accept your apology if the food tastes good.”

“Fine. Let’s go home then.”

“No. Cook here.”

“Here? Yoongi, I get the fact that you’re pissed but seriously, are you asking me to steal eggs from the bird’s nest?”

“No hyung. Well…since you completely ruined our lovely reunion, we decided to camp out here.” Jimin laughed, patting Yoongi on the head. “It was his idea, by the way.”

“Yah! Don’t embarrass him! He’s trying his best to act all serious.” Hoseok replied, trying really hard not to chuckle.

“Give him some time Jin-hyung” Namjoon replied, putting his hand over the older man. “How about you and me go out and try some really cool cuisines. Just the two of us.”

“Sure! Next week” Jin smiled, secretly eyeing the possessive man who was freaking out in the corner.

“Hey hyung, get the food ready,” Jungkook ordered, setting up a bonfire. “You’ve depleted my energy and ruined my routine!”

“How is it my fault that- yah! Don’t poke me with that twig! Fine fine, I’m going- I SAID I’M GOING JUNGKOOK! Don’t put that thing on me!” Jin playfully smacked the maknae, who was threatening the former with a slug he had found on a branch. And just like that, the depressing mood between the seven lightened up.

“So…may I know why you were acting so aloof and annoyed around me, Kim Taehyung?” Jin teased, making himself comfortable beside the younger man, who was lying on a mat, looking up at the night sky, free of city lights.

“Go spend time with Namjoon. You didn’t even comment on my beard.” He pouted.

“I have the entire month free. I’ll take you wherever you want.”

“You’re very bad. Every time I try to stay angry with you, you- you lighten up the shitty mood.” Taehyung turned towards Jin, his eyes sparkling. “That’s cheating.”

Jin gave a soft laugh and placed his head on Tae’s chest. And in a matter of few seconds, Jin could feel Taehyung’s thumb trace his lips.

“Taehyung-ah?”

“Hmm?”

“Why do you love someone like me?”

“Should I have a reason to love you?”

“Shouldn’t there be?”

“I don’t need one. All that matters is that I do.”

“Aish…you’re so simple.” Jin quickly lifted his head and adjusted Tae’s shirt, before looking at him in the eye. “Your turn, lie on me.”

Taehyung quickly got up and made himself comfortable in between Jin’s legs, quickly leaning on his shoulder.

“The beard doesn’t look that bad.” Jin chuckled. “It just becomes extremely annoying when you try to nuzzle or breathe over my neck.”

“Yoongi-hyung said I look like a caveman.” Taehyung pouted.

“Yeah. Definitely.”

“Hyung!” Taehyung whined, making the older give him a quick peck on his forehead. “Caveman or not, you’ll always be mine.”

“Then don’t leave like today. Like I did the last time.” Taehyung immediately turned, his eyes turning serious. More than pain, Jin could feel the latter’s determination, to make things work, in his voice.

“Never.”

“Promise me. That you’ll never leave or hide anything from me. We’ll work it together. No matter how small or big the problem is.” Taehyung slowly held Jin’s hand, caressing the older’s knuckles with his thumb.

Jin continued to gaze at Taehyung’s hair, a beautiful mess all thanks to the late September wind. There was no way he was going to leave Tae. There was no way he was going to experience that dreadful feeling once again.

“I promise.” Jin smiled, watching the boxy grin creep into the younger’s face.

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clanwarrior-tumbly · 6 years ago

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Heartbeat-Chase Brody x Reader (Soulmate AU)

This is a story inspired by the Soulmate AU where: Your soulmate’s heartbeat is tattooed on your wrist.

Summary: The Reader is a close friend of Chase, and they begin to notice that his moods are almost correlated to how fast or how slow the heartbeat on their wrist is. So they start to wonder if there’s a connection or it’s merely a coincidence.

Hope you lovelies enjoy~!!

T.W: Sensitive topics such as suicide, depression, and alcoholism are mentioned, since this is Chase we are talking about.

There is a happy ending to this story, though, so don’t worry ^^

.......

“Yo what’s up guys? I’m Chase! And welcome to Bro Average!”

You smiled as you stood behind the camera, watching as Chase fired his toy Nerf gun off to the side, before he flinched back.

When you go to edit the video later on, you’ll be sure to add in a crashing noise and the classic “Wilhelm Scream” just for laughs.

Finally, you had the chance to help Chase film his latest “Bro Average” episode, where the most he did was throw teabags and other tiny objects across the room and into mugs scattered around, making “trickshots” as he called them. Either way, though, his viewers loved it and it was actually earning him a couple bucks, so you had no problem helping him out.

After he made his first trickshot after several failed attempts, he ran around the room screaming and cheering, before he tossed his hat to the side and ran to you, grabbing the camera and shaking it a bit as he got up close and personal.

After that you hit the pause and laughed as he went back to pick up his hat. This man was such a goofball at times.

You glanced at your wrist, seeing the tattooed red heart “thumping” fast with the wavy, lines going across it now slightly jagged.

Yes. Since the day you were born, your wrist had this tattoo. Your parents told you that it reflected the heartbeat of your “soulmate”, basically the person you were destined to be with. But despite being in your late 20s..you haven’t found them just yet.

Of course, it was extremely difficult to figure out, since your only clue was a physical manifestation of their heartbeat imprinted on your skin. Either way, though, you haven’t given up hope.

You already crossed Chase off your list, as he told you he found his soulmate: Stacy. A lovely woman who he married and had two amazing kids with. But as of late he’s been running into some...marital problems that got quite severe, so he invited you over to his studio to take his mind off of it.

Several long takes later, however, you noticed that he was losing a bit of focus, and would openly blurt out how his life is crumbling to pieces because of his failing marriage...sometimes not even realizing it until you pointed it out.

And during those moments, you could see the heartbeat start to slow...

Eventually, you left him and took a break while he answered a call from Stacy. But when you came back into the conference room with some soda cans, you nearly dropped them as you saw the camera on the table still recording, and Chase slumped over in the chair sobbing, although he shed no tears.

You quickly turned it off and rushed to his side. “Chase, wh-what’s wrong?” Pulling up a chair, you sat beside him, wrapping your arms around him. He hugged you and whimpered softly. “I-I can’t take i-it, [y/n]...I..I miss them..”

A knot formed in your stomach as you knew something was seriously wrong. You’ve never seen him act like this, so it was scary. “Shhh..maybe we should take a break from filming, okay?” You suggested. “We’ll get you some tea and go back to work once you’re alright.”

“N-No..I’ll...I’ll be okay..” Sniffling, he pulled away and adjusted his hat, before he looked at the heart tattoo on his other wrist. “Just gotta do what I always do. You know, I put on a brave smile. And I put on my best hat. I do good work..I do a good job. Surely my soulmate can see that..right?” He gazed back at you, his expression forced.

You didn’t know how to possibly answer that, so you just sighed and nodded. “Yes. She does see that, Chase.”

After that discussion, Chase decided that he’ll finish filming the video by himself. Even though you didn’t really want to leave him alone, you decided to use the opportunity to talk to Henrik in his office, explaining your concerns for Chase to him.

However, at some point during the conversation, the doctor inquired you on your tattoo.

“Tell me, [y/n]..did you notice...anyzhing about your little heart vhenever Chase did somezhing?”

You frowned slightly, unsure of how this was related. “Well ah...I noticed that it speeds up whenever he’s running around the room. And it..slowed down when he was crying over Stacy. But I mean...it’s probably just a coincidence, doc. He’s married and-”

“Ah..but..you see, it’s very common for people to mistake zheir true soulmate’s heart vith anozher person’s,” he chuckled softly, rolling up his sleeve to show you his tattoo. “It’s happened to me many time before...until I found my vife and my true soulmate. But many still believe in zhe fabled “love at first sight” myth and zhink zhe whole “soulmate” zhing is utter nonsense.”

For a few long moments you were quiet as you processed what he said, before your eyes widened. “S-So wait...are you telling me that this..” You tapped your wrist. “...could actually be Chase’s?”

Henrik opened his mouth to reply, but before he could get an answer out, a loud gunshot rang through the Septic household. The two of you immediately got up and rushed back to the studio..

Only to find Chase laying on the floor, a pool of blood surrounding his head with a gun laying in the palm of his hand.

And when you anxiously turned your wrist over....

The heart was still and the line was flat.

..................

It was well over a year after Chase’s life was saved and Jack fell into a coma, and things..definitely haven’t been looking up for the former.

He recently became diagnosed with depression not only because of his friend and the fact that he hardly got to see his kids anymore...but also due to the realization that Stacy wasn’t his true soulmate.

She was leading him on only because she admired his radiant personality and good looks, and that’s what utterly devastated him and made him resort to drinking away his problems. He had come close to hurting himself a few times...but thankfully he never got to that point.

Eventually, though, he had given up on the whole “soulmate” thing and believed he wasn’t destined for anyone.

You, on the other hand, became almost certain that he was the one. But anytime you tried to bring it up or even show him your tattoo, he’d start crying or change the subject and get angry if you tried to insist on discussing it. He even wrapped a bandage around his heart so he didn’t have to look at it anymore.

So you decided to give up on trying to talk to him about it. Once he was in a better mental state, then maybe he’ll give it a chance.

You could only hope he does. ...........

You took a visit to the operating room, where, as you expected, Chase was sitting beside a comatose Jack, bottle of Japanese whiskey in his hands. He gently grasped his friend’s wrist, carefully turning it over to see the heartbeat going.

“Y-You must be lucky to have a soulmate, Jack,” he murmured quietly. “I...I was considering just...getting a tattoo over mine. I don’ care what it is...poop emoji, another rune...anythin’ would be better than this.” Then he ripped off his own bandage, seeing his heart beating fast.

Meanwhile, you just stood there, anxious as Chase spoke of how badly he wanted to get rid of the very thing he was born with.

Then he sniffled and set Jack’s hand onto his stomach, before patting the top of it. “Hope you wake up soon, Jack...I..I miss ya.” He took another swig of his drink.

“Chase?”

Looking over, he saw you and smiled. “Hey, [y/n]..”

You could clearly see how awful and exhausted he looked tonight. There were dark purple bags under his eyes, and even with his hat on his hair still looked greasy and unkempt. The depression had definitely hit him hard the past two days, so he didn’t shower and hardly ate.

Speaking of which, you could hear a grumble echo through the room. You frowned and walked over, putting a hand on his shoulder as you gently wriggled the bottle from his grasp. “I have some food in my room. C’mon.”

With a small nod, he got up and you put his arm around your shoulders so he didn’t stumble as you both walked out of the room, turning the lights off and closing the door.

Once you made it to your bedroom, you set the whiskey on your desk before returning to Chase, who was now on the edge of your bed, staring off into space. You grabbed the McDonalds bag and opened it, taking out some chicken nuggets you bought for him, before handing him the package.

“Here, I got you the 4 piece. It’s okay if you can’t eat all of them right now.”

He just stared at it, shaking his head and tears welled up in his eyes. “I-I don’t want it..” His voice cracked.

“At least have one..or even half of one,” you pleaded softly. “I wanna see you at least eat something, Chase. Please?”

After a long while, he shakily took the box from you and opened it up, taking out a nugget and eating it slowly. You smiled, glad to see him finally eating, as you rubbed his back. He blushed at the gesture, becoming a bit more relaxed.

Within a few minutes he had eaten two of the nuggets before he closed the box and gave it back to you. “Good job, Chase. I’m proud.” You set it on his nightstand. Then you took off his hat and placed it over it. “You should get some sleep.”

“C-Can you stay..?”

You blinked in surprise at his question, but your smile returned as you nodded. “Sure. I don’t mind.” With a sigh, you helped him pull off his shirt, which was stained with drops of whiskey and possibly tears, putting it in the laundry basket, before you both got under the covers.

“G’night, Chase.” You went to turn off the lamp, only to stop as Chase grasped your arm.

“'m sorry for the way I’ve been acting lately..” He mumbled. “It’s just..I..I wanted to give up on the idea of...soulmates. But...a part of me doesn’t wanna. I keep trying to put it out of my mind..b-but..when I’m around you it somehow always comes back...”

You gazed at him thoughtfully for a second or two. “You only get those feelings around me?”

He nodded tiredly. “They..feel good but at the same time..I-I’m just scared that I’ll b-be wrong yet again..”

“Well.....you never know unless you try, Chase.” You sighed, deciding that he should know that you were, indeed, his soulmate.

“Try..?”

You wrapped your arms around him, bringing him closer to you. “Try laying your head on my chest. Then look at your wrist. If my heartbeat sounds like it’s moving at the same rhythm as your tattoo...then that’s the only way you’ll know for sure.”

Chase remained silent, confused and tense, but he just shook his head, his eyes watering back up. “I-I...I can’t, [y/n]. It..It hurts too much to look at. What if..?”

“Don’t think about the “what-ifs”.” You cupped his cheek, brushing away a stray tear that trickled down his face. “Just please trust me on this one, alright?”

Hesitantly, he nodded again and snuggled closer to you, resting his head against your chest. Since you had a tanktop on, he was able to press his ear against your skin so he could hear more clearly. Then he shakily looked at his own wrist, watching a listening carefully.

After a few moments, his eyes widened as he heard your heart beat fast...moving at the exact same rhythm as the “tattoo version” of it.

“Th-The rhythms are the..e-exact same..” Then he shifted away to look into your eyes, seeing your smile. “You...Y-You were right..” More tears began to stream down his face as he realized that after all this time...his soulmate was the one person who had been there for him all along. “I-I’m sorry I-I...I never..I shouldn’t h-have-”

“Shhh..it’s okay, Chase.” Tears formed in your own eyes as you kissed his forehead. “I know you’re going through rough mental patches. And I know love was a huge part of that, so I wanted to give you a break. But it’s okay now..” Your smile grew further. “We’re true soulmates. That’s all that matters.”

Chase choked out a sob as he smiled, too, before he nuzzled your chest, crying softly out of sheer relief. “I-I love you, soulmate..” He whimpered.

“I love you, too, soulmate.” You chuckled as you threaded your fingers through his hair, kissing the top of his head several times.

While you were aware that him finding his true soulmate wouldn’t magically cure his depression, at least now he knew that his romantic life wasn’t hopeless.

And that he had found the one who truly loved him....flaws and all.

#jacksepticeye x reader #chase brody #chase bro average #chase brody x reader #soulmate au #reader insert #readerinsert #fanfiction

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standbyyourmantis · 7 years ago

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Bottle Episode -- Chapter 1/2

Summary: I'm back with a new romcom. Belle French and Jonah Gold never really thought much of each other, until a drunken encounter leads to them being snowed in with nowhere to avoid each other. Is it possible there's more between them than they thought? Thanks to @spottytonguedog for finding this plot for me.

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The Storybrooke Chamber of Commerce’s annual Christmas party was a notoriously weird affair. The combination of a full bar with a bunch of stodgy business owners and any local public servants with an interest in the historic downtown could result in the sorts of events that made up small town gossip for the whole rest of the year. Two years previously, the mayor had been caught in a broom closet with the local sheriff. This year, though, the gossip was going to be the librarian Belle French and Eli Gold who owned an antique shop right across the street from the library.

She’d never really paid much attention to Mr. Gold, to be honest. Her apartment was provided by the city, so she'd never had many dealings with him outside of the library.The general consensus around the town was that he was cold and calculating, and she'd never had any reason to question it as they had never spoken beyond simple pleasantries. At least, not before tonight. Maybe it was the many, many, many drinks she'd had, but he was extremely witty! He had a sharp sense of humor that she found she really liked, and he was so charming, too. Or at least he'd bought the last few rounds, which at this point was basically the same thing. And she should definitely tell him that.

“You're so funny,” she said, brushing her hair back off her face. “I didn't know you'd be this funny! I really, really like that in a guy.”

“You're too kind,” he replied a little unsteadily. “But I knew that because that's what everyone says. 'Belle is very sweet,’ did you know that? You're pretty, too.”

She giggled and tapped his shoulder lightly. God, he was so funny!

“I'm gonna get us more drinks!” She wobbled on her feet as she got out of her chair and teetered off towards the bar. Shoes had been a mistake tonight, and she should probably take them off after she ordered.

“I need another rum and Coke and a whiskey with water,” she said to the bartender as she leaned on the bar. “Please.”

“Sorry, ma’am,” he said. “I'm afraid I have to cut you off.”

“No, I'm fine,” she said, forcing her eyes to focus through sheer force of will. “I am fine. I'm totally fine. And one of them is for Mr. Gold, you know.”

“He's cut off, too,” the man said. “You have both had enough.”

“Is there a problem?” She heard Mr. Gold ask from behind her.

“Sheriff Swan and Mayor Mills have both told me to stop serving you two,” the bartender said. “You can have water or soda but that's it.”

She was so disappointed. She'd been having such a good time and she wanted to keep going.

Eli was arguing with the bartender which was just ruining her good mood when suddenly a thought occurred to her.

“Wine!” She exclaimed. “I have wine at home! Do you want wine?”

“Yes, perfect!” He replied, turning towards the bartender. “We will leave and have wine.”

She was still regretting her choice of dress shoes as she giggled her way out the door clinging to his arm, especially when the valet couldn't give them his keys (which she actually did understand because they'd had quite a lot to drink) so they were going to be walking the three blocks to her apartment and then the stairs up to the single bedroom apartment above the library the city had set aside for her use.

They never actually got to the wine. She wasn’t sure what had gotten into her, but she was on him as soon as they were through her front door. Maybe it was just that she hadn’t had sex since she moved to town over a year ago, or maybe it was just the liquor doing her thinking for her. Either way, he was right there and apparently just as eager for it as she was. They barely made it into her bedroom, shedding clothes all along the way.

Consciousness hit Eli Gold like a freight train the following morning, followed shortly by the reality of the situation. It hadn’t been a weird dream, he’d actually gone home with the librarian. The same librarian who was still out like a light in the bed next to him. This was not a good idea in the slightest. Setting aside that he only had the vaguest of memories of the previous evening, mostly vague images of a pretty brunette and long legs.

Belle French was certainly pretty enough, but a pretty face couldn’t do much to alleviate a dull personality, and he hadn’t ever seen much evidence that she had much more to her than the love of books he would expect from anyone who made a career out of them. Or, at least, he hadn’t before last night when she had proved that at the very least she was quite adept at holding her liquor, which was certainly...something.

He wasn’t much for one night stands, but he was fairly sure that sneaking out before she woke up would be fairly uncouth, and anyway the choice ended up being taken from him when she suddenly roused herself with a bit of a start.

“Mr. Gold?” she blurted out, staring at him with something akin to disbelief on her face. So she evidently didn’t remember much more about the previous evening either, then.

“Good morning,” he said for lack of anything else to say. He was no happier about any of this than she apparently was, which did at least give them something in common.

“How much did we drink last night?” she asked, and he knew it was a rhetorical question but he felt compelled to answer it anyway.

“Too much, I’m afraid. It’s been quite a long time since I indulged like that, and hopefully I won’t be doing it again anytime soon.”

“I haven’t had that much to drink since college,” she replied before sitting up with a groan. He joined her in being upright, forcing himself to go slow as his stomach revolted at the idea of movement – and he would not vomit in a stranger’s apartment, he would do it in the privacy of his own home, or at least in an alley outside.

By the time his body had adjusted to its new, vertical lifestyle she had already pulled on a light blue robe with pink roses over it and made a go of standing and he was suddenly very aware that he was the only naked one. Luckily, his boxers were easily located on the floor near her bed where he suddenly remembered having thrown them the night before in his haste to be inside of her. He cringed at the memory, he’d been far too absorbed with the idea of having sex for the first time in a depressing number of years, and he had a suspicion that he hadn’t exactly covered himself in glory after getting his clothes off.

“I can make breakfast if you want,” she said from the other side of the bed and he had to admire her willingness to put a good face on for him.

“No, thank you,” he replied. “My son is home from college and I should probably be heading back before he gets worried.”

“I didn’t know you had a son,” she said, sounding more shocked than anything else.

“Just the one,” he said as he gathered her clothes and trying really hard not to wonder exactly how long it had been since she was in college. It did finally occur to him that the son part of that may not have been her biggest cause for concern. “No wife,” he continued. “Not anymore, anyway. She lives in Fort Lauderdale.”

She visibly relaxed at this little bit of biography and he mentally kicked himself for climbing into bed with her prior to providing it.

“Oh. Well, I hope you have a good visit.”

They almost certainly would not, Bailey would have preferred being almost anywhere else but his dorm was closed and he needed to do his laundry, so he kept coming back.

“Thank you.”

She shifted uncomfortably from one foot to the other as he dressed before she finally turned and walked through a door that presumably went back into the living room. He got his pants and shirt on as fast as he could, though his shoes and jacket had apparently been dropped out in the living room which required him to follow her out. His socks may just be a lost cause, and as much as he hated to go out without them he would also very much like to just get home and get this awkward encounter over with.

“Did you find your stuff?” she asked him once he’d gotten his jacket on and he nodded, feeling in his pockets to ensure his phone, keys, and wallet were at least still there.

“Thank you for…” He trailed off, unsure of what he was thanking her for, just not knowing how else to get the hell out.

“Yeah, sure. Well, it was nice to meet you.”

“You too.”

And then he was out the door to the hallway and breathing a sigh of relief. Sweet, sweet freedom. It was far and away the most awkward encounter he’d ever had with a woman, and his ex-wife had attended their son’s high school graduation with a new live-in boyfriend who worked as a sailing instructor.

He found the stairs down easily enough and let himself out through a door just outside the library into a damn blizzard. The snow was easily up to the middle of his thighs and still coming down heavily. Mailboxes and cars were simply larger piles of snow, and Eli had no idea what on earth to do. He’d known there was snow on the forecast but he had not realized that there was apparently another ice age on the horizon though. There was no way he was going to make his way home, even if he walked down to the Civic Center that the party had been in and managed to dig himself into his car, the streets were completely covered in snow still and anyway, he wasn’t really dressed for the weather. He briefly considered trying to make his way to the antique shop down the block, but aside from the cot he kept in the back room he didn’t have any real provisions or anything. He briefly thought about dialing 911 and faking a medical emergency, but even that would probably be a crapshoot as to whether or not he’d freeze to death before the one ambulance in town made it to him.

There was absolutely nothing for it, he was going to have to go back upstairs and impose himself on her hospitality. Again. But first, he had to throw up in her alley.

Belle breathed a sigh of relief as soon as she had the door latched. She had never done anything like that at all. She hadn’t known he had a kid or that he’d been divorced, and honestly she wasn’t entirely certain she remembered his first name correctly. Elliot? Eli? Something like that. She was just relieved it was over and she could hopefully pretend like it had never happened.

She picked her dress up off the floor before it got too much more wrinkled and it had been such a pretty one with the illusion netting on the halter top and the full skirt with a tighter fitting layer beneath it. Maybe she’d get another few uses out of it, if she ever went anywhere nice. The rest of her clothes could just stay there until she felt less like crawling into a nearby hole and dying. Step one would be to take a shower and clean herself up, step two would be eating something, step three would probably be taking a nap. But first, her shower.

There was a knock on the door before she even managed to get the hairbrush off her vanity, and she had a sinking feeling in the pit of her stomach. There was really only one person who might need to knock on her door right now. Her fears were confirmed when she checked the peephole and found Mr. Gold on the other side of the door. looking just as awkward as she felt. And she couldn’t even pretend like she wasn’t home, because where would she have even gone? She braced herself and opened the door.

“Is everything okay?” she asked before he could say anything.

“Yeah, there’s just...there’s a blizzard outside. I can’t get out.”

She had to let him back in. She couldn’t just leave him outside to freeze, so that meant she had to let him stay in her apartment. While she was there.

“Come in.” She stepped back to let him in and returned to her living room, digging her phone out of her purse so she could check the weather report for him. “Oh, damn. It’s supposed to be snowing the rest of the day.”

“Do you have a television? I’ll check the report.”

“I actually don’t. But I do have an emergency radio.”

She went to the closet where she kept her flashlights, batteries, and the little radio that she had for natural disasters and power outages. She flipped to a local station but it was just playing music, so they’d have to wait for a DJ to get on and let them know when snow plows would be out and what the plan for them was. The city wasn’t extremely big, and Belle knew her street usually wasn’t a high priority since it was mostly businesses and government offices rather than emergency services and residential areas. She was basically the only person who lived within four or five blocks. It was basically the worst place to be snowed in.

“I can go ahead and make eggs or something if you’re hungry,” she offered. She could postpone the shower to be polite. And maybe they’d get an answer about when he’d be able to leave.

“No, no, I’ll cook,” he replied, looking at her robe and then quickly away. “It’s the least I can do for imposing.

“It’s not an imposition,” she said, realizing all at once she was still largely naked. “Anyway, it’ll be easier to do it myself than tell you where everything is.”

He looked a little reluctant, but seemed to accept her reasoning.

“You’re right. I need to call Bailey anyway and let him know where I am – or ah, at least that I’m safe.”

“Good idea. Let me know if you need anything?”

He retreated across the room and dialed while she went to the kitchen to contemplate breakfast. Coffee was an easy first step. She also had bread and eggs, but no bacon or anything which pretty much meant French toast. Good enough, it only took a few minutes to make mediocre French toast and hopefully he’d be out of her hair soon enough. After a few minutes of him being too quiet for her to effectively eavesdrop he finally hung up the phone and returned, sitting on one of the two dining chairs she had.

“How is everything at home?”

“He’s fine,” Gold replied. “He asked that I not ever tell him where I am, but said he’d be fine.”

“Well, you said he’s in college. As long as he has electricity and food I’m sure he can take care of himself.”

“I know, but still. I worry.”

“You sound like my dad,” she blurted out before instantly regretting it. Wrong thing to say on either side of a one night stand. “I just mean, he likes to call me to check up.”

She finished her cooking quickly, setting it on the table before pulling down a pair of mugs from the cabinet.

“How do you like your coffee?” she asked.

“Black is fine.”

He’d taken his coat off again and rolled his sleeves up a little bit, which helped her feel a little bit more comfortable sitting across from him in her robe. She filled his mug and then hers, finishing hers off with a splash of milk and some sugar before bringing both to the table and joining him for breakfast. He thanked her, but they ate in silence after that. This was so awkward she could hardly stand it.

Finally, the emergency alert noise came on the radio and both of them turned to face it as one.

“The Storybrooke emergency services are asking all non-essential travel be postponed during the blizzard. Snow is anticipated to fall throughout the day and crews will begin clearing the streets this evening once it’s slowed. No power outages are expected, though residents are advised to fill water jugs they have available with water just in case. We will be updating throughout the day as the situation progresses…”

“Oh dammit,” she said under her breath.

“My sentiments exactly.”

She didn’t have enough alcohol to get through this. He’d been hilarious when she’d been drunk, and now they were trapped together in her too-small apartment while they waited for the apocalypse to finish up outside.

“I think I’m going to take a shower,” she said at last, pushing away from the table.

He nodded and she turned quickly and retreated to her bathroom, making sure to lock the door after her. Not that she thought anything bad was going to happen, but still. She didn’t know much about him at all besides his name and where he worked, and that he had a kid. And that he was, for lack of a better word, handsy. Very, very handsy in a very, very good way. God, she really needed to check if there was a used condom someplace in her bedroom. She really hoped there was.

#rumbelle #rumbelle fic #mantis fic #bottle episode

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foxydodo · 7 years ago

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Any Older Kenny headcanons?

Hey! I got a couple of peeps asking about Kenny so let’s go! Also here’s a drawing I had for awhile now. Appearance: Broken nose, crooked teeth, mild acne, lean and is shortest amongst the main 4. His hair is dirty blonde consisting of different shades and is really soft. Idk where else to slot this but Kenny doesn’t smoke and if he does it’s just for socialising. Pansexual, Gender-fluid.- Pretty obvious with his feminine Princess Kenny persona and hyper masculine Mysterion. “It’s just how he seems to be rolling right now.” -Cartman- Life comes and goes so fast, the least he worries about are labels. Street smart and he seems to know everyone. - You’ll be surprised at how he can find around a problem just with his contacts. With this, he doesn’t even have to pay when he goes into certain stores and restaurants. When prompted he’ll probably cheekily say people just can’t resist his charm. Hard to argue with that but he is very private. - He also knows the best places to go to for specific things like recommending which auto repair, grocer for which ingredients, restaurant, services etc. This knowledge comes from all the odd jobs he worked. - Starts driving really young without a license -Speaking of jobs, I like the idea of him having a job as a stunt double, body guard or car racer. Also love him going into the creative or music industries bc he’s so poetic. Also a possibility of Butters and him writing screenplay or boarding music videos or making clothes (more on this later). Slight insomniac and light sleeper- Work as Mysterion messes up his body clock. He sometimes is reluctant to sleep bc of bad dreams too. Wakes easily.Adrenaline Junkie and Eccentric- Kenny feels like a main character you will find yourself swooning over in a teen film. He’s the type that will speed across the highway in a Ferrari Spider that he supposedly “borrowed” at 2:34AM just to bring you for milkshake or to satisfy a midnight craving. He’s dangerous yet you’ll feel the safest around him. - He does a lot of things for the thrill of it. Many times it’s bets he places with people. He’ll do things like skateboarding at the edge of the building if he gets dared to.- Hanging out with him is always like an adventure but he’ll have calm moments. He’ll like to do things like laying in the middle of a frozen lake to star gaze, going to abandoned rooftops and chatting all night so you can watch the sunrise together. I’m not entirely sure how to describe it but I imagine Kenny to be this eccentric soul that makes you experience life in a very artistic way…-Is constantly occupied with thoughts or observing people. He wonders a lot about other people’s lives in comparison to his. He loves sex jokes and innuendos to keep the mood light since he deals with enough depressing issues. Genuinely finds them hilarious. Flirty, seemingly promiscuous but is really loyal.- Kenny is very charismatic even if he doesn’t speak a lot. Most of his personality is in his body language and actions. The way he leans against the wall while talking to you or the way he laughs can easily give you butterflies. He doesn’t look really attractive but everyone has a bit of crush on him honestly and they don’t know why. Also makes the straight guys question their sexuality. - He is very flirty and touchy but it’s just his way of relaxing. Teases people a lot. - Treats ladies with utmost respect. Chivalrous. - He fantasizes about provocative women but that’s just eye candy to him. It doesn’t play a part to what he looks for in a partner. He’s the kind that will make their partner feel like they are the most attractive person in the entire world!

- He doesn’t think about sex obsessively or goes around looking for people to sleep with. However if somebody wants to have fun with him, he’ll most likely go with the flow. -He dates many people but is reserved in committing to a serious relationship. That only applies for a partner he knows he has feelings for. Needless to say, their partner must be okay with Karen’s presence in their relationship. Dates will sometimes include her and Kenny might even prioritise her depending on the situation. Protective big brother!!! - A lot of things he does is for Karen. The jobs or the classes he takes are scheduled around her in case she needs him. He’ll easily drop whatever he’s doing to tend to her. People think it’s weird that they are so close. He’s also easily the most studious amongst the main 4 bc he wants to do his best for Karen when he graduates.- He has some skills with sewing since he makes his own costumes and took home economics in one of the episodes. He starts to make clothes for Karen since it’s cheaper that way and fit her better. (She’s malnourished..) Butters join in sometimes and they even design clothes for themselves especially dresses and skirts if they want to experiment. This way they don’t have to deal with stares and it’s rewarding to make stuff together. - Karen eventually learns the truth about Mysterion and Kenny teaches her how to fight or protect herself. - Brings Karen along with him when they can move out. Sorry if I got carried away but Kenny is just so precious. I actually think about him quite a bit but never put them into words before. Thank you for asking :3 and wow if you actually took your time to read this haha!

#nothing too special but yea #kenny mccormick #south park #headcanons #hcs #asks

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myassbrokethefall · 7 years ago

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Do you have any favorite scifi shows? Or any recommendations?

Well! This is a fun ask. Let me see…

So, I really like sci-fi, but sometimes I also don’t like sci-fi. I overdosed a little bit on spaceship stuff after my years of Star Trek obsession and then BSG (and like, I hear The Expanse is great but I just…haven’t been in the mood), and these days my favorite sci-fi is talky, high-concept atmospheric mystery stuff in a fairly realistic world where something is a little bit weird. What I really DON’T like is violence/shooting/chasing/action, and a lot of sci-fi, unfortunately, is that. (Westworld, I am looking at your ass.) I also am a LITTLE bit over sci-fi as sledgehammery social parable, again a la Star Trek. Even though I’ll always love Star Trek (and will get around to watching Discovery one of these days).

Some sci-fi TV that I’ve enjoyed recently includes:

(hey surprise, this got very long! so it’s under a cut)

Dark. There’s just one season of this on Netflix right now, but I LOVVVVVED it. Talk about atmospheric. It made me want to move to Germany and live in a forest where it rains all the time. It’s in German – this isn’t a bother to me because I like subtitles, but it’s available dubbed as well if you prefer that. It takes place in a small town and starts with a missing child, and it quickly becomes clear that something strange is going on. Time travel is an element. A central part of it becomes about the way all the characters in the town are interconnected and how the events of the past affect the future. It’s part Lost, part Stranger Things, part Back to the Future.

The Returned/Les Revenants. So there’s an American show called The Returned as well, and this is not that one – the one I’m talking about is in French (sorry…I swear some ones without subtitles are coming) and was on uh, IFC or something like that. One day in a(n extremely attractive and cinematic) French town in the mountains, a girl comes home from a class field trip…except she died on that field trip years ago, in a bus accident, and her family is completely shocked and freaked out. The same thing is happening all across town. Includes one (1) very creepy child. Very spooky and also super atmospheric. (One reason I loved Dark so much was that aesthetically it reminded me of Les Revenants.)

The 4400. I binged this show and had a window of time in my life where I was super obsessed with it. Premise is similar to The Returned, actually: A bunch of people (4,400 of them to be precise) who were believed to be the victims of alien abductions – across many years – are returned to earth all at the same time, all at the age they left. So you have a man who was taken in the 1950s (Mahershala Ali!) and a little girl from the 1930s, etc., all dropped back into modern-day America – and most of them (all of them? I forget) have mysterious powers of various kinds. Two police detectives (am I predictable or what) investigate. Things escalate from there. It is a little XF-y in a way I appreciate, while also being totally different (and much less arty than something like Les Revenants).

Stranger Things. I might as well list it…everyone knows about this show but it really is pretty great. Season 1 especially. Huge ET vibes, creepy/Spielbergy, not a cop-out where it’s all a metaphor or something (pet peeve).

Fringe. This isn’t so recent (well, neither is The 4400), but if you like sci-fi and you haven’t watched it, you should! It starts out being a liiiiiiittle bit of a less-hooky ripoff of XF (a group of FBI folks, including a retired mad scientist basically, investigate paranormal cases), but after a few episodes it finds its groove and it becomes its own weird and wonderful thing. It was a show I really enjoyed and it ended satisfyingly. John Noble as Walter Bishop is fantastic, and one thing I really loved about it was that it was not afraid to make things happen and shake up the premise if needed.

Jessica Jones. I really, really am not into Marvel or any of the superhero stuff, but I like this show a lot. It puts the idea of having “powers” in a very grounded kind of gritty, cynical, noir-y setting and I enjoy that. It’s also woman-focused, which is nice, and it’s just different from other stuff on TV. I dig it.

Orphan Black. Man, I loved Orphan Black. What a fun show, and – not necessarily the most important thing to me in a show, but hugely refreshing nonetheless – it’s also very woman-centered. The premise is that a woman named Sarah sees someone who looks exactly like her – right before the doppelganger throws herself in front of a train. And in unraveling the mystery, Sarah learns that she’s a clone and she has a bunch of “sisters.” Tatiana Maslany is FREAKING AMAZINGGGGG as all the various clones. It is definitely sci-fi, but it’s also a lot of fun and just a fast-moving, action-packed (but not in a way that makes my eyes glaze over) cool-ass show.

Grimm. Grimm was a pretty silly network-y show, but my affection for it really never waned (though it also never really went too far above “mild”). Premise: Basically, that fairytale monsters (broadly speaking) are real and walk among us (disguised for the most part), and there are these people called Grimms who can see them and are supposed to fight them. Lots of ancient documents, old books, mysterious keys, etc. This one dude who is a police detective in Portland (it was shot in Portland and is basically the second Portland-iest show after Portlandia, as far as I can tell) finds out that he’s a Grimm, and he meets this guy who is one of these monsters but also a delightfully civilized clock nerd who becomes his friend and helps him learn about this hidden world, and it’s pretty much monster-of-the-week episodes every week (though there is a mytharc of sorts involving an evil cabal of European royalty or something, snore). I think it’s the people who did Angel (which I never watched; I’m not a Buffy person). It also started the same year as Once Upon a Time, so it was the “other” fairytale show.

The Leftovers. Technically, it’s sci-fi. It’s also just very imaginative storytelling, and is a good example of what I mean by high-concept and atmospheric and something being a little bit weird in an otherwise contemporary setting. (This is a post-Lost Damon Lindelof, and Damon Lindelof has learned from his Lost mistakes, with wonderful results.) The central premise is a sci-fi one (2% of the earth’s population mysteriously vanishes), but aside from that there are also just a lot of kind of fantastic imaginative leaps and surreal settings and…ah, The Leftovers. My standard intro/warning: Season 1, while really good, is VERY depressing; Season 2 becomes marginally less depressing while also changing things up considerably and in my opinion becoming much better; Season 3 is even better than that. Love you, show.

Lost. I suppose I should mention it even though it’s another obvious one. I have rarely been hooked as hard as I was by the pilot of this show. It doesn’t necessarily deliver on everything it promises, and it’s interesting to think of it in terms of it being one of the first shows to, basically, cancel itself – to choose to end so that it could pace its story effectively and lead to a deliberate ending instead of just vamping forever and trying to keep sucking the audience in for one more season until that stopped working and it was canceled. However, before that happened there was some time-killing, and I think that maybe contributes to people’s perception that it didn’t know what it was doing half the time. A divisive ending that I did not have a problem with. If you watch it in the spirit of being taken on a ride and enjoying the feelings that the twists and turns give you in the moment, you’ll find it more satisfying than if you’re trying to solve every mystery and trying to make it all work out perfectly with every loose end tied up.

The OA. This was a weird-ass motherfucking show on Netflix and I still don’t know what the fuck it was about. I feel like I dreamed it. It maybe involves angels? And stuff.

Carnivale. Lord, talk about atmosphere. This was an HBO show several years ago now about a creepy traveling circus in the 1930s. Being on HBO, it’s very violent and dirty and twisted and stuff. I was obsessed with it, and loved watching it although I vaguely remember the ending being not super satisfying? I should rewatch it, really, because I have forgotten a lot about it beyond impressions (it started in 2003). It’s not that sci-fi, but it has kind of mysterious portents and shit like that all over the place. Anytime I see anything remotely carnival-y I’m like AAAHHH CARNIVALE

Westworld. Sigh…I’m having a lot of trouble connecting to the season of Westworld that’s currently airing (Season 2, on HBO). I loved Season 1. My opinion is that they blew their premise too quickly and now they have nowhere to go – it’s just been violent chaos of the sort that puts me to sleep. Literally – one episode a couple of weeks ago I tried to watch and fell asleep during TWICE – two evenings in a row – before I finally got through it on Day 3. Because it was just a bunch of shooting. But the premise is cool – in the undetermined nearish future, there is a giant elaborate theme park where extremely realistic robots interact with the superrich guests who pay to come and basically be super destructive and violent (this show doesn’t have a particularly high opinion of humanity) in an Old West-themed setting. Like Disney World if your dream was to fuck and murder everyone in the Hall of Presidents. It’s made by one of the Nolans so there are lots of twists and also you don’t know what the hell is going on half the time. But there are some high-budget groovy sci-fi set pieces in it, and if you like amazing piano covers of popular songs (sometimes but not always in the in-show context of the player piano in the saloon), that is a fantastic bonus (the music is terrific overall). ROBOTS.

Battlestar Galactica. Speaking of robots. I loved the hell out of this show, although I have my issues with it. I felt when I first saw it (this is the 2000s remake I’m talking about, not the 1970s original) that it was like Star Trek had grown up. It gets more and more high-concept the longer it goes on, and some people weren’t fans of where it ended up (I, again, was fine with it), but it starts out with a hell of a premise: Cylons (humanlike robots originally created by humanity, which then evolved) destroy almost all of the human race except for a few stragglers in a few scattered ships, who have to pull together and somehow survive. Great acting, great writing, big themes, Laura Roslin.

Black Mirror. This is an anthology series, meaning each one is a short story basically, with different characters, a different near-future setting, and a different premise (often having to do with technology going wrong. In the words of Mallory Ortberg: What If Phones, But Too Much?) Some of them are better than others but if you can take some upsetting conceptual stuff, it’s really a super interesting show. Your bingeing tolerance may vary, but I personally could not handle more than a couple of episodes a night.

Roswell. Holy shit I was so into this fucking teen soap opera about aliens. Also not recent. They might do a remake of this I heard?? MAX + LIZ 4EVA

Millennium. Yes…Chris Carter’s Other Show. I’ve said this before, but in a weird way I feel like this show is…CC’s best work???? Without the chemistry supernova of Mulder and Scully dimming everything around it, the “scary stories” he’s always talking about actually have room to be kind of interesting. It also works with his inclination to do what is essentially an anthology series loosely connected via recurring characters that are almost more narrators/observers than participants. In XF, this makes me want to break things when it results in stagnated character growth and no continuity and endless reset-button-pushing. In Millennium, Frank wandering grimly through the show universe encountering fable after fable (grimmer than XF – less on the stretchy mutants and fat-sucking vampires and lake monsters and Reticulans and spooky green bugs; more serial killers and cults and angels and apocalyptic stuff) actually worked pretty darn well for me. It’s not that the characters aren’t good, but they are VERYYYYY archetypal (kind of like how M&S could have been if not given such aliveness and humanity by David and Gillian, and Morgan and Wong and Vince Gilligan at that). Frank Black is the tormented detective, he has a beautiful kind wife and an innocent young daughter and they live in a beatific yellow house and he has to keep them safe from the evils out in the darkness. You might say this is hammered home a lot. But: the kind of mythic tone of it is a much better fit here than on XF. Lance Henriksen is perfect as Frank, and some of the stories are really absorbing and emotional. I cried during WAY more Millennium episodes (I can think of three or four off the top of my head that I remember WEEPING openly over, one of which stars Darren McGavin) than I ever have at XF.

Everything changes in Season 2 when Morgan and Wong take over as (I believe) showrunners – things lighten up considerably versus S1; there’s even a Darin episode! With Jose Chung! And the Spotnitz Sanitarium! – and then everything changes again in S3 when they leave. The show does suffer from a lack of cohesion in that sense, and frankly the “mytharc” parts never did a lot for me (loosely, the world is going to end in the year 2000 and a cabal of mysterious dudes something something). But there is a lot of cool shit in this show. There really is. Every few years I attempt a rewatch and never finish; I should try again. In late fall, which is the only time Millennium should be watched.

BONUS

Face Off. This isn’t sci-fi per se (it’s a reality competition show, on Syfy), but if you’re a sci-fi person you might love it. The way I describe it to people is very simple: It’s the exact same premise and structure as Project Runway, except instead of fashion, it’s FX makeup. The best thing about it is that everyone is NICE and HELPFUL to each other. It’s a bunch of creative nerds making monsters together and the competition element is there but no one is a dick and there’s no fighting and drama. Michael Westmore, who did the makeup on Star Trek: TNG among many other acclaimed projects, is the mentor (and the dad of the show’s host, McKenzie Westmore), and he pops in to give dad advice to all these starstruck dorks. The new season just started and it’s just a fun show. I have, at times, thought of it as my FAVORITE show on TV.

Well, that was probably more than you wanted, anon! I feel like I’m missing some, too. TV! I like it.

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