#i actually want this tail surgically attached to me

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my tail finally arrived and i was wearing it and laying over his lap while he pet me and fingered me while telling me what a cute and good puppy i am oh my goddddddd

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My

My Creepypasta hair headcanons no one asked for because I *just* made this blog

[This is my first post so just a couple characters, I take requests !! also I'll make X reader if i feel like i can represent the character authenticity !!]

Eyeless jack

HE IS A BLACK BRITISH GOTH.

I think his hair would be a bit past shoulder length, probably in locs or twists.

Maybe a bit grown out but I think he'd perfer it like that, since yk organ harvesting with freshly retwisted hair isn't exactly ideal.

Also hair jewelry?? I think he'd prefer something metal n sturdy, something that can withstand the wear and tear of his hunts with out breaking. (Yes I've been affected by that one fanart of ej with locs and hair jewelry)

I think he has a habit of wearing his hair infront of his face to hide his eyes, I think his eyes in particular are something he's especially sore about. However if he needs to I think he'd tie back his hair with a scrunchy into a ponytail or a high bun.

His hair probably just smells earthy I guess?? I don't think he'd really have BO since he's at least partially demon. I think he'd just smell like actual dirt or soil, or maybe rubbing alcohol if he's been doing surgical junk.

Nina Hopkins

Let me start this off by saying that in my AU she is Afro Venezuelan, because A) @/seireitonin on tt has the coolest cosplay of her, so that imprinted on my verson of Nina. And B) the orginal creator of NTK is Venezuelan (or at least lives in Venezuela from what I know), and since no ethnic or racial background was mentioned in her original story I think of her as Venezuelan by default. :33

I think when her hair wasn't straightened it'd be in colorful goddess braids or soft locs, probably styled with a deep side part like most scene and emo hair.

TONS of hair accessories.

Owns clip on raccoon tails in every color you can think of, the black stripes drawn in with sharpie.

I think once she matured she's since abandoned a ponytail as her main style and has her hair down more often. Other than killer activities or if she wants her hair out of the way.

Her hair is a bit heat damaged, all that styling with a flat iron and no heat protectant starts to effect you after a while, but you only live once right?? That's what Nina thinks anyway :33

Her hair probably smells like got2Bglued hairspray or some mix of hair products and her perfume.

Jeffery Woods

Nasty, greasy, fithy, matte-

Let's just say he doesn't beat the greasy haired metal head stereotype.

I think his neglection of his hair is partly because of his mental illness, and also because he genuinely just doesn't care about his appearance past his carved smile and how intimidating he looks (or that's at least what he says). Chosing not to dive into how insecure I think he really is though !!

I think he'd complain about his hair getting in his face but doesnt use most hair ties/accessories because he thinks they're "too girly". He has a bad habit of using regular rubber bands in his hair and they rip or beak his hair off.

His hair is matted in certain sections (me too Jeff, me too) and between the lack of consistent water sources and horrible personal hygiene in general, his hair doesn't smell the best. I think if he isn't living in the mansion (which I headcanon a lot of the creeps squat in other places, since being in the mansion means being closer to slenderman so more work + fights w other creeps other for space.) then he'd just shower in a victims home if he really wanted to.

Request junk n I'll probably do it !!

Jeff dyes his hair black and it is so incredibly damaged, he misses spots when dying and if you get up close you can see it.

Has had the same brush since he was a teenager (no emotional attachment he just thinks the brush makes no difference anyway) and refuses to spend money to get a new one becuase "this one still works"

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[return-of-a-space-cowboy]

The other world pt 5

You were just about to give in till another light swung down from the side and knocked into Squalo's head and threw him off of you, causing more blood to decorate the new clothes you wore.

You struggled to stand up but slowly you managed. You walked over to his body, your face screwed up in disgust as you saw that the impact had completely caved in his head, at this point you couldn't make out his face.

You then paced over to his boyfriends corpse which had several holes through it. With little hesitation you grabbed the ring and pocketed it before going over to the pile of your old clothes and picking up the handle before running out of the building as all the remaining lights blew up. You slammed the door shut and let out a huff. Just glad that you made it out alive.

You were wounded and tired. You really didn't want to have to jump through barbed wire hoops for a third time but if you didn't then you were better off as a dead failure. After all this was no longer just between you and the puppeteer, the souls of your parents and the three women were also at stake. You pulled yourself up the stairs with all the strength you could. Deep laboured breaths escaped your mouth as you felt your body wobble like jelly.

"Oh dear…" Abbaccio gasped as he saw your bloodied form come into view.

"What happened?" He asked as he rushed to your side but you refused to respond.

"(Y/n)?" His tone was that of horror. He could see that this was really getting to you.

"I need… to keep going" you wheezed as you took your last step before falling to the ground, you tried to get back up only to fall again.

"(Y/n) stop, you need to rest" he said.

"No!" You hissed as you clawed into the dirt, trying to drag yourself forward.

"Stop it! You are going to kill yourself!" He yelled.

"But the eyes" you retorted.

"I'll get the last pair" he replied.

"No I need to do this!" You argued.

"Listen to yourself (Y/n), you sound like a spoiled brat! I'm not just going to sit here and let another person I know die!" He yelled.

"But I need to do this… this is my job. If I lose then I'll be trapped here for an eternity with that monster" you explained as you got up on your knees and stood up.

"Besides how hard could the last trial be?" You said as you dusted yourself off before tearing up sections of your clothes to tie around your wounds.

You looked at your surroundings and noticed that the night was dimmer than usual. You looked to the sky and noticed that the moon was slowly eclipsing, the shadow already covering half the moon

"That's strange… I've never seen a lunar eclipse in this world, have you Abbaccio?" You said as you began to walk toward the long flight of stairs that wound around the house.

"No I've never seen one either, I don't think it's a good sign so we should hurry up before it's fully eclipsed" he replied as he followed you.

As you reached the stairs a shiver ran down your spine. The attic had always been such an ominous and mysterious place for you, both in the real world and this one. Abbaccio took a step onto the first of the stairs which worsened the panic attack you were having.

“Please stay down..” you wheezed.

“I really don’t want to feel these stairs rock more” you continued to explain to Abbaccio

The real owner was a man by the name of Mr Nero. You would often be sent to deliver his mail to him but he would never open the door or respond. However at night you would be woken up by the loud creak of the rusting staircase, by chance you had actually seen him but you wish you hadn't. That image of seeing the albino male glare at you with piercing red eyes through the window shook you to your very core.

You sighed as you took your first step, the rusty metal stairs threatening to collapse underneath you. You took another step and the steps made a loud screech. You took another breath before frantically running up the rest of the steps. Your heart raced with fear and dread. It seemed so childish to be afraid of the attic but you knew what ever lurked beyond those doors was a monster among monsters.

The faint sound of a vinyl stuck on repeat echoed from beyond the door. You swallowed your saliva and brought the sliver of courage you had remaining to open the door. As you entered the room you noticed how dusty the place was, like no one had been in the attic for a decade or so.

You saw the faulty record player in the corner and cautiously approached it. You took the needle off of the vinyl.

The door slammed shut and the scratching of thousands of little claws patterning across the room became president. You turned around frantically in search of the source but couldn't see anything. You turned back to bump straight into a tall male who had been standing behind you. Permanent smile sewn at the side of his lips only became more haunting the more you looked at him.

"Well well, you finally decided to visit us" his deep green dreadlocks swayed as he cackled but still he managed to emphasize us in such a way that made you even more scared then you already were. You could only assume this was the cioccolata you had heard about.

"My my (Y/n)" he spoke with false concern in his words as his green button eyes dangled along the loose black thread. He grabbed your arm and inspected the shark-like bites on your hand before you shook him off and began to pace away from the puppet of a man.

"Your injuries must hurt… why don't you let me take care of you?" he eerily lulled as he took methodically large steps towards you.

"No thank you, it's just a scratch" you declined before tripping over backwards and hitting your head on the edge of a tray carrier, the contents spilling around you.

Syringes, knives and various other pieces of surgical equipment falling around you. All of which were not sterile, covered in blood and rust.

"You know you should really be more careful with yourself… Diavolo wouldn't like you all torn up like an old rag doll, now would he?" he scolds as you turn away from Cioccolata's gaze. On the floor you saw a ball rolling on the floor, maybe that was the last eyes, you looked through your pendant and sure enough it was. You reached out to grab it but another hand snatched it from the shadows. A low growl echoed as the second figure emerged from their shadowy hiding from behind the green haired creep. He walked towards the maniac of a man and he gave his head a pat as he looked at the pendant you wore.

Like a dog he crawled across the floor, rags covered most of his body but what skin you could see was littered in bruises, burns, scars and stitches. Discoloration of his skin was prominent. His button eyes were a glossy lavender. He was more like a Frankensteinish monster than what was meant to seem human.

"Cheater" he snarled as he held the ball between his teeth which caught the attention of the man in white.

"Oh… is that right Secco?" He hummed before reaching out to you with his bony fingers and tugged at the necklace until the leather snapped off, with little care on how much it hurt you.

"You're absolutely correct Secco, she's cheating"  he hissed.

"How am I cheating, there was never such a rule against this?" You asked as you finally stood up.

"In Diavolo's world we are all at his mercy my dear" he chuckled as he poked your nose.

"That wasn't an answer" you stated but yet again he ignored you.

"How about you play a game with my rats?" He asked.

"I'd rather not… I hate rats, I find them absolutely terrifying" you replied, squirming underneath his scrutinizing gaze.

You quickly tried to snatch the ball out of Secco's mouth but failed. His skin began to literally crawl, like something was squirming inside of his body. Through his stitches creatures tried so desperately to escape this form. Sharp teeth began to eat through the disgusting disguise that Secco truly was until the fake puppet burst into a swarm of filthy rats.

Like a ripple in the water they scattered in all directions. You let out an ear piercing scream as you felt their wire like fur brush against your skin. You had lost complete sight of the ball until you saw it in Cioccolata's hand.

You quickly tried to snatch the ball out of his hand but you instead caught a strand of string attached to him without realizing, accidentally pulling all the fine stitching that held him together. Bony ringed tails wriggled like tendrils as more rats fell from his body. Loosening the fine stitching even more until the large rodents began to fall to the ground.

You saw one had caught the ball and began to scurry away. You tried to chase it however they all kept their distance, like you and all of them were like the same side of different magnets. Sick of their game you leaped to catch the blasted rat but  they all avoided your landing to the wooden floor. Splinters from the wooden planks that barely passed as an actual floor scraped against your skin. The filthy creatures crawled on top of you.

You cringed at the feeling of how their paws clung to your skin, the goosebumps on your skin only made the sensations feel all the worse by ten fold. You thrashed your body around to get them off of you. While some were thrown off others had a tight hold on you. 

Managing to get to your feet you stumbled around in a desperate attempt to free yourself from their filthy paws off of you. Some still managed to keep their grip and began to crawl up your face, using their revolting bodies to obscure your view.

You slam into every wall to try to get them off but it seems impossible. You keep trying to knock them off, only to hear your steps on metal and the floor shake under you. It was all a part of the devious rats plan. The sheer force of their colony tackling into you caused you to lose your balance and topple over the rails, only then your sight was restored to watch yourself fall to the ground far below.

You seemed to blackout just before you hit the ground. For only a second or two you experienced true nothingness. Numbness enveloping you, exposing you to the loneliness of nonexistence. However such loneliness felt almost like a luxury in comparison to then to live a life of constant torture, one that you would surely experience if you lost this game.

The light almost seemed blinding as you opened your eyes, your vision was fuzzy and blurred and you couldn’t understand the noises, even when your senses returned you just blankly stared at the starless night sky.

“(Y/n)” a familiar voice said with concern in their tone.

“(Y/n), are you ok?” they asked before you turned your head towards them to see Abbaccio with the ball in front of his paws.

“Thanks… I thought I’d lost it” you muttered, still partially out of reality.

“(Y/n) now’s not the time to be daydreaming, look” he scolded as he looked just a little bit to the right than you could see..

You sat up and turned a bit to see the last sliver of light become hidden behind the silhouette of a button upon the moon. The sky began to peel like the old paint on your house walls revealing only a blank white behind it. The ground began to shake, you jumped to your feet and scooped Abbacchio as well as the final eyes before bee-lining to the back patio and desperately trying to open the door as the world crumbled behind you at an alarming pace.

You finally opened the door and threw yourself in and slammed the door shut.

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Beth Liveblogs Black Widow

Bought that premium access on Disney+ so I can have the privilege of pausing for snacks and using subtitles as needed - so let’s go! 

Beth’s Spoiler-Free Review: Overall I thoroughly enjoyed the movie - the plot was compelling, the characters were likable, and the stunts were really excellent. I felt like hair and makeup dropped the ball on realism multiple times which I was sad about, because how she looks seems to be pretty important to Nat so I expected it to be done well in her movie. 

I did not like the way they framed the tail end (denouement - obviously because this movie is mid-series we know how it ends to an extent) - I felt like the connect-up to Infinity War was lackluster, especially compared to how enjoyable and dynamic the rest of the film was.

Spoilery live-reactions are under the cut. Click at own risk! Feel free to rebagel with your own impressions, thoughts, jokes and rebuttals!

The movie begins with a young Nat with blue dyed hair and visible roots, showing her natural red. Do you know how hard it is to get natural red out of hair, enough to make it blue and not green? And I’m supposed to believe that a middle-school age girl in 1995 Ohio had access to these chemicals? I’ll give her the white hair in IW/Endgame because she’s an adult with a lot of experience as a spy altering her appearance. But as a child? In the 90s? While her family is apparently in hiding? Sus.

The scene with Alexei laying on the on the wing while Nat learns to fly? AMAZING stunts. Amazing. AND someone in an action movie is finally smart enough to shoot the tires.

Nice skills on young Nat, getting the gun. Since we know from Endgame that Nat’s father is named Ivan, we know that Alexei isn’t really her dad. She also refers to presumably the red room as going “back.” Was she lent out to these agents to legitimize their family?

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Nice knife moves, Yelena - I love the hand switch.

Ooooh so she was being mind controlled and the red stuff freed her? Interesting.

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Nat is in Norway - visit Thor! He’d love to have you. (I’m mixing up my timeline, aren’t I?)

Supplies Dude whose name I didn’t catch refers to the Avengers breakup as a divorce - I kinda love it. It’s accurate!

BUDAPEST omg are we finally going to get the story?? Are we??

Box dye? I’m supposed to believe she got all that red out of her hair with flippin’ Loreal? Really? And that toner isn’t even the color she ultimately went - it’s too yellow. Sus.

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Oop, looks like Nat got caught up in Yelena’s desertion.

Do not give Nat your metal frisbee, robocop - she’s been around Steve long enough that she knows how to use it.

I laughed out loud when she did the string him up thing with the cables - literal spider move, I love it!

Mystery box is empty - classic bait and switch.

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BUDAPEST - WE ARE IN BUDAPEST - IT’S HAPPENING PEOPLE

Nat closing the door behind her is a small thing but I appreciate it - no sneaking up behind her.

When Yelena throws Nat in the kitchen and her feet hit the door and she spins before she hits the ground? That was a helluva stunt.

Oooooh honey. No body left to check is ALWAYS movie code for they lived.

Dreykov’s daughter? Another hint from Avengers 2012? C’mon, movie.

Riding the chimney down? Another incredible stunt. 

Dreykov can scan his soldiers’ bodies and terminate them if they’re too damaged to keep fighting? Big yikes. With Nat where she is character development wise, the stakes are now much higher because if she injures an opponent they may be killed remotely.

“Do you want me to chase him down and un-steal it?”

The car door under the bike was an excellent stunt - as was the car going into the subway. Though I’ve never seen a subway entrance big enough to admit a car.

Who hasn’t wanted to slide down the middle to avoid the crowded escalators lol.

Yelena making fun of Nat’s sexy poses I am LIVING omg.

Running water for wounds. RUNNING WATER. NOT ALCOHOL. The vodka goes on the INSIDE for the pain - the running water cleans the OUTSIDE. If there’s a convenience store then there’s a bathroom, with running water. Cleansing with something like alcohol is a LAST RESORT and you do not look like you’re at that point resource-wise. I thought these ladies were supposed to be highly trained in all of the things?

“Could be fun though.” “I saw where he put the keys” “Top drawer green cabinet.” I love their chaos.

Yelena’s vest and its pockets and the resulting conversation are positively majestic.

“You are sensitive.” “You’re a very annoying person.”

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Do! Not! Move! Around! Like! That! While! Getting! A! Tattoo!!!! That poor artist was trying his best and Alexei just...

Ooooh was Red Guardian like Captain Russia? Interesting.

“Just don’t make a scene.” “You made a scene didn’t you.”

David Harbor running up that wall and then wiping out after the guard shocks him... I really loved that stunt, especially since they don’t show him being all super cut - he’s a big guy! He’s allowed to have fat over his muscles and still be a strong dude! I love it.

“Such a poser.” Girl, you need to meet Loki - he does a lot of hair flips too lol.

The sibling energy between the girls during the rescue!!!

“Whooooooa... this would be a cool way to die.” Yelena, I’m not necessarily disagreeing with you but get your head in the game girl.

Poor Alexei - he never gets to do the dramatic escape from *inside* of the aircraft.

Hang on, no ovaries? So all of these women are now in immediate, surgically-induced menopause? The uterus part makes sense if the intent was to prevent them from getting pregnant if they have sex during a mission, but, what, they gotta be on estrogen supplements for the rest of their lives? That’s just really poor planning. Like it was hilarious the way Yelena went into the biology of it to make Alexei uncomfortable, but that really doesn’t make sense to do to your superhero kids. It’s just bad science.

Love that Yelena keeps her vest even after she changes into her matching white flight suit. That vest better make it to the end of the movie.

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“Honey, we’re home.” I 100% expected her to shoot him on sight tbh. it would have been funny.

Alexei squeezing into the uniform is such a post-pandemic feel. Also all of the fancy braids at that table; I see where Natasha got her propensity for them.

Animal cruelty warning, ugh. Poor piggy Alexei.

Oooh the photo album and Natasha remembered staging the pictures; they’re emotional for her but in a different way.

I wonder if robocop’s shield is actually Alexei’s.

The singing between Alexei and Yelena was a really beautiful moment because it was neither auto-tuned-good nor hilariously bad - it felt really real, especially the way Yelena’s so choked up she can barely make sounds come out.

Uh-oh, mama has one of those monitor your vitals and kill your ass suits. The suits I understand - the eyeliner though... when and why did she do her makeup?? That’s not really the thing that comes to mind for me when I’m getting ready to do something athletic, like say kidnapping my supersoldier fake family.

“This is a much less cool way to die.” Also WTF why would they do that. Wouldn’t it be easier to get the information out of her while her brain is still attached to, y’know, her mouth??

CLEVER CLEVER CLEVER they switched outfits and faces ooooooh like mother like daughter.

The door opening as Alexei is leaning against it dramatically bahahahaha

I love the plan. I’m thoroughly weirded out that Melina has a red wig just lying around that perfectly immitates Natasha though. 

“Yelena, it’s mama. You have a two-inch blade in your belt.”

Oh. My. God.

Antonia.

A pheromone lock preventing them from hurting them if they’re close enough to smell him - I like it. It’s clever and new.

Bahahaha poser! You posed I saw you! Still love the vest.

Natasha is really good at manipulating people’s emotions to get what she wants - I mean, scary good. So if she’s provoking Dreykov into beating her up, there’s a reason. 

“Using the only resource the world has too much of - girls.” Kill him. 

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When I say I whooped out loud... SEVERING THE NERVE. Thank you for your cooperation. YAAAAAAS QUEEN.

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“Slight change of plans - we are going into a controlled crash.” The way she said that was just so mom-like omg!

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The grenade as a delivery system was super smart - but yikes what if she’d mistimed it and blew Natasha up? Also, after the beating she took and how hard she had to wack her own face into the desk to sever her olfactory nerve and the amout of blood we saw her leave behind from doing that, her face should be a LOT more messed up, come on makeup department.

“Get as far away from here as possible.” And then keep going because General I-Collect-Supersoldiers-Like-Stamps Ross is about to turn up at your location looking for trouble and he’d snap you ladies up like there’s a fire sale and you’re going out of stock.

This crash doesn’t look all that controlled, Melina. I’m starting to suspect that most of the widows won’t live long enough to make their own decisions...

All of the aerial stunts were amaaaaaazing - the way Nat slowed herself by sliding down the panels so Antonia could catch up with her and she could deploy her parachute... 

The vest survived the movie!!!

Fuuuuuck Ross is showing up and he sucks and I hate him and I’m super worried that he’s gonna take the vest from Nat if he takes her into custody. Please don’t let her lose the vest. 

Okay, there is now zero reason for Nat to stay behind. They have an aircraft. She had plenty of time to just board it and leave?

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Okay okay okay Ross did not get her and did not take the vest. But am I supposed to believe she bleached her hair, toned it blonde, and then re-bleached and re-toned it to silver? Who does that? That would be terrible for her hair. Her scalp would be burned all to hell from the amount of chemicals needed to not only get all that red out but THEN get the blonde toner out. Y’know what color silver toner is? Blue/purple. Y’know what happens when you mix that with yellow? Green. And not a nice green either (I speak from experience). No. Her hair at the end of the movie? Cancelled. 

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SHE GOT THE DOG!!!

Oh, ouch. Big ouch. I hurt like a lot now. This is so not an okay way to end the -

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Countess I-Forgot-Your-Name-Already?

Oh no. Oh no. That’s worse. That’s a lot worse. We are now setting up the Hawkeye series and I while I’m horrified that this was how they ended the film, I gotta say that’s going to make for some wonderful angst in that series on both Clint and Yelena’s parts and I am here for it!

OVERALL IMPRESSION

I really, really enjoyed this movie, I thought the story was compelling, the stunts were really excellent, and I liked the character dynamics and the twist

I did not like the ending - it just sort of fell off quickly and didn’t feel satisfying after an otherwise really fun movie. I also take issue with the hair and makeup as shown among the characters, as seen in my several rants to that effect.

I would have liked to have seen a few more childhood/training flashbacks, and absolutely would have loved a cameo from Jeremy Renner (not just his voice) and to see him and Nat meeting and him giving her the whole dad speech that he does so well - bonus points if she could have then quoted him to Yelena or Antonia, showing the way that multiple people had a formative effect on her (an answer to the “The Avengers aren’t really your family either” comment).

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One-Shot: The Small and the Shiny

Timeline Placement: Age 784 (The 28th World Martial Arts Tournament!)

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"Now, don't get into too much trouble, you two."

Today was the day of the twenty-eighth World Martial Arts Tournament and the two Saiyans, Goku and Vegeta, weren't the only ones who were ecstatic. 

Five-year-old Pan, granddaughter of Goku, was finally ready to participate in her first tournament. Due to her Saiyan genetics, she was a combat prodigy, allowing her to easily hold her own amongst adults. She had even flown around the planet in the span of minutes just that morning.

However, it would be a while before the main event would begin and Pan was dead set on perusing the various activities around the area with her grandpa.

"We won't, dad!" Pan assured her father.

"Hey, don't sweat it, Gohan! She's in good hands." Goku gave a reassuring smile.

"With you, that's debatable." Chi-Chi sighed.

“Ah, come on, Chi-Chi...” The Saiyan looked back at his wife almost pleadingly. “You’re always saying how I should bond with her, and I promise we’ll only buy a few sweets...”

She only sighed, a small smile forming across her lips, still ever amused by her husband after all of the years of worry. “Just go.”    

On that note, Goku and Pan soon took to the heart of the lanes of vendors, looking to find at least something to occupy the time before they were called back for their matches.

"Where do you want to go first, Pan?"

"Ice cream!" Pan cheered, pointing to a nearby stand.

"Great choice! I was thinking that too." Goku entered a running stance. "I'll race you!"

"You're on, grandpa!"

After a brief count of three, the pair began to rush towards the ice cream vendor. However, it didn't take long for Pan to lose her pace.

She saw something. A tail from around a corner, lazily batting about in curlicues.

"Hey, why'd you slow down, Pan?"

"Look over there!"

Pan pointed to the tail around the corner. It was rather small, a dusty rose color and striped. Dangling from it was what appeared to be a small pendant keychain with a circular charm.

"It's a puppy tail, grandpa! There's a puppy over there!"

"Well, I think that's kind of a weird color for a puppy..." Goku tried to explain, but Pan had already bolted.

"PUPPY!" She squealed as she ran towards the tail. 

"Pan, wait!" Goku tried to chase after his granddaughter, but she was already prepared to pounce on the tail. When Goku could finally see around the corner and realize that the tail's owner was in fact not a dog, Pan had already jumped and grabbed on.

"Gotcha!"

The tailed creature appeared to be a bipedal reptilian. The jewel that made up his skull was a brownish maroon shade and resembled a chestnut. The creature's species was familiar to Goku, but he couldn't place it in this rushed instance. He was clearly upset that his tail was grabbed and tears were forming.

The reptilian stumbled back as he freed his tail from Pan's eager grasp, not noticing the pendant dropping from it.  He started to bolt in the other direction, mumbling something panicked and incoherent. He didn't get very far before tripping. He picked himself up and continued to run, this time holding his tail to stop it from dragging on the ground. He finally managed to cry out a word that was understandable: a wailing cry of "Papa!"

"Pan, that wasn't very nice of you to pull on that little lizard boy's tail." Goku looked at his granddaughter with disappointment. 

"But, grandpa, I didn't know!" Pan whined.

Goku sighed. "Well, we should try to find him, so you can apologize." Noticing the fallen keychain, he retrieved it from the ground. “And we should probably return this to him too.” He grabbed Pan's hand and led her through the crowd. "Come on." 

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Several minutes had passed and the two had no luck with finding the lizard boy. It was rather unusual. How hard was it to find a boy with a tail in a place like this?

Pan was scanning among the legs of passing people to try to spot the boy with no luck. 

Goku turned to look in the direction that Pan was searching while continuing to walk. “You see ‘im yet, Pan?” He inquired.

“No, not yet, grandpa, but...”

“What is it?”

“I think you should be paying more attention to the path!”

“Pan, it’s fine.” Goku assured his granddaughter. “I’ll be fine, I’m not going to bump into anyone!”

Just at that moment, as if jinxed by his words, Goku immediately bumped into someone. He jolted back, almost letting Pan’s hand slip out of his.

“Woah, sorry, sir. Didn’t see you there!” He apologized.

“You’d better be sorry, monkey.” A snarky and sarcastic voice responded.

The sound of the voice resonated with Goku. Only one person he knew had that certain flourish to his voice and that same person was the only one who called him by that name.

Goku’s eyes turned downward to see a familiar reptilian figure with white scales and violet jewels. Unlike the lizard’s usual attire choice, he wore a loose-fitting button-up shirt, dark enough violet to pass for black, and Force-standard spandex shorts, as well as a pair of sunglasses- somewhat feminine in design, likely not something he picked out himself- that his ruby red eyes peeked over, giving the Saiyan his signature glare of condescension. This clothing was probably to help him blend in with the surrounding crowds and avoid suspicion, but Goku felt that his tail was somewhat of a dead giveaway. 

“Frieza?” Goku looked in confusion. “I didn’t expect you to be at the tournament!”

“Well, I didn’t expect myself to be here either.” The Arcosian removed his sunglasses and folded them. “But, Vegeta’s woman insisted since it’s been almost five years since I helped you save the universe, or whatever sappy excuse she used.” He rolled his eyes. “And apparently there are no admission returns, so...”

“Yeah, Bulma’s quite the master of persuasion, isn’t she?”

“I wouldn’t call it persuasion. More like coercion.”

Meanwhile, Pan slowly glanced around her grandfather’s leg to get a better look at the figure before her. Frieza’s tail swished back and forth, almost pattern-like, but the young girl noticed something else. Flicking almost in sync with the white tail was another tail of a familiar dusty rose color. Could it be that lizard boy?

Pan eagerly tugged on the leg of Goku’s gi. “Grandpa, grandpa!”

“What is it, Pan?” Goku asked.

“This guy’s got a tail!”

“Yes, he does, Pan.” The Saiyan explained. “Mr. Frieza’s from space, so he has some body parts that humans don’t have.”

"Oh?" Frieza seemed curious about the small girl. "Who is this? Another one of your hellspawn I presume?"

"Actually, Pan's my granddaughter. She was at that post-tournament party we had, remember? She was just a baby then."

"You do remember I left before all of these festivities, right?" Frieza's eyes narrowed. "I could barely stand being on your team for forty-eight minutes, so I definitely couldn't stomach a full-out party."

“Oh, right!” Goku remembered and scratched the back of his head in embarrassment. “Almost forgot you’re not a party person.”

Frieza gave a displeased sigh at the Saiyan’s ignorance. His tail flicked about faster and the second tail behind him seemed to be having difficulty matching the speed. This attracted Pan’s attention yet again, prompting her to give another tug.

"Grandpa, grandpa!"

"I'm afraid you'll have to advise her that this is hardly the time or place for me to explain my entire anatomy..." The Arcosian rolled his eyes.

"Pan, Mr. Frieza's right. Maybe another time-"

Pan interjected. "But, he's got two tails!"

Goku looked shocked. "He has what?!"

Frieza's eyes practically flew open. "I-I can explain, don't get too over-excited now-"

But, Goku had already started rambling. "I didn't know you could grow another tail! Can you grow three tails? Do you think Saiyans can do it too? Can-"

"Silence!" Frieza barked, ending the rant. His own tail stiffened and the second one seemed to fidget, uncertain of how to mirror the other. He sighed. "The second tail isn't mine."

"So, you ripped it off another guy and surgically attached it to yourself?"

The Arcosian was starting to lose patience more rapidly. "No, I mean that there's someone behind me, you imbecile!" He pinned his folded sunglasses to his shirt collar. "Just give me a second." Frieza turned around and bent down. His voice seemed to mellow as he near silently spoke to the small being behind him. “Come on, Kuri. Don’t be scared...”  After a brief hesitation, the pint-sized figure flinched forward into Frieza's embrace, allowing him to scoop up the tailed creature. "There we go..."

When he faced them again, he was holding a smaller lizard being. Their form seemed to be similar to Frieza's first form, but it was missing horns. Their jewel skull resembled a maroon chestnut. They donned Frieza Force-regulated battle gear. The armor seemed to be of a model similar to Vegeta's, as it lacked the shoulder pads present on Frieza's usual armor. A black silk scarf, somewhat large on them, was tied at their collar and draping along their shoulders.

"It seems that some introductions are in order." Frieza finally managed a smile for once. "This is my son, Kuriza. Born two years after my revival." 

Kuriza, clearly bewildered, briefly glanced over to Goku, then to Pan. After his analysis, he quickly averted his gaze and attempted to retreat back behind his father, who quickly stopped him. He must have been rather shy.

"Wow, never thought you had it in you, Frieza!"

Frieza hesitated for a moment. "What are you implying here, Goku...?” His eye twitched angrily. 

“Well, um... It’s just... You’re Frieza and all, and I didn’t really think you were interested in-”

Pan interjected with her own question to spare her grandfather from Frieza’s wrath. “Who’s the mum, then?”

Frieza stammered as a red color spread across his face. He refused to look either of them in the eye. “That is... none of your concern, child...”

Goku laughed a little. “Same stubborn Frieza! But, anyways, it’s nice to meet you, little guy!” He held out his hand for Kuriza to shake or, at least, grab onto. To the Saiyan’s surprise, the young lizard’s already frightened expression seemed to further sour, shortly afterward attempting to snap his small fangs at Goku’s hand.

“Kuri! Manners!” The older Arcosian scolded him through gritted teeth.  

“Woah! What the heck was that for? Did you set this up?”

Frieza seemed shocked as well. “I swear, I didn’t. I know that vengeance has been in the cards for quite some time now, but I’ve never trained him to attack you specifically.” He let out a small chuckle. “I guess it’s only natural for him to attack what he considers a threat. Just my luck that you automatically fit the bill~” 

Emerging from the brief silence, Kuriza suddenly started to mumble something. It was hard to decipher at first, but even Goku was able to deduce what he said. “He’s... with... her.” He seemed to be referring to Pan and was clearing speaking about her with fear in his tone.

“This is because of Pan?” Goku looked surprised before the emotion was quickly overshadowed by fear. Frieza was glaring at him. 

“Alright, monkey,” The Arcosian growled. “I don’t know what your little spawn did that traumatized my son, but you’d better explain... now.” 

Goku started to sweat as he tried to once again hide Pan behind his leg. “I-I honestly... don’t know what happened...”

“Sh-she...” The young lizard stuttered. He eventually gave up on trying to work out the words and grabbed the end of his dusty rose tail. He made a tugging motion lightly enough to not cause himself discomfort. Goku’s eyes widened with realization. Kuriza was the lizard boy from before!

Frieza looked to his son with a gaze of concern. “Kuri, did that girl pull your tail?” Kuriza simply nodded. “She did?” His eyes turned back to Goku and his concerned look turned to an infuriated scowl.

“Um, Frieza, I can explain!”

“What is there to explain here? This little mutt pulled on my son’s tail because she doesn’t know how to keep her paws to herself...”

“She didn’t really pull though, she was only grabbing on for a few seconds-”

“Well, the tail is very sensitive! She could have hurt him!”

“Frieza, I’m honestly very sorry for all of thi-”

Goku’s defense of his granddaughter was cut off by Pan herself stepping up, her voice reduced to whimpering. “I didn’t wanna hurt him! I thought it was a puppy tail because I like to grab puppy tails, I didn’t know. I won’t do it again, don’t hurt me, Mr. Frieza!” She was almost diminished to an emotional puddle faced with the angered emperor. 

Thankfully for the trembling quarter-Saiyan, Frieza’s temper cooled with a sigh. “I guess if you promise never to do it again, I can let it slide. Fortunately for you both, Vegeta’s woman also forced me into a ‘no violence’ agreement, so I, unfortunately, can not destroy you if the mood strikes me.”

Despite the positive news, Goku’s shoulders seemed to slump in disappointment. “Aww... So, does that mean you won’t be fightin’ in the tournament today?”

“Violence clauses or no, I am much too powerful to safely fight the normal Earthling combatants. I could quite literally tear up the competition while holding back.” The Arcosian’s expression turned into a cocky smirk. “Besides, I can’t trust any of your questionable companions to watch my darling Kuri.” At mention of his son, his scarlet eyes darted over to Kuriza, who was further attempting to bury his face by snuggling into his father's embrace, the gesture met by a brief cheek nuzzle.

"Speaking of watching over and such," Goku added with mild confusion. "How come the little guy was out and about without you? I figured you'd be watching him like a hawk with how protective you are."

Frieza sighed. “I try to stop him from wandering off, but he keeps trying to scavenge anyway. The boy has a mind of his own some days.”

“Scavenge?”

“Yes, for coins- and, before you try to give me any money, we’re fine on that front. He simply adores shiny objects like that... I even had to buy him a shiny little trinket in the hopes it would keep him occupied for a spell, but it seemed it didn’t work that well. It’s this little medallion charm from a little vendor back there.” He turned to Kuriza, who finally peeked back out of his reserved hiding. “Show them your little charm, Kuri.”

The smaller lizard looked back to his tail, only to find no such object dangling from it, letting out a small gasp. Frieza’s eyes narrowed. “Where did your charm go, Kuriza?” He was met with a mumbling response that Goku couldn’t make out but Frieza somehow could. “I told you not to put it on your tail, you know that’s how things get lost.”

“What’s the matter?” Goku inquired.

The lizard emperor sighed yet again. “It seems that Kuriza lost his little trinket while he was out scavenging. It must have slipped off his tail while he was up and about, it could be anywhere in this place. Such a shame that-”

"Shiny..." A small sad whimper came from Kuriza. He depressedly tried to slide down out of his father's arm, only for him to be scooped back up.

"Aww... Poor guy... Are you going to go look for it now?" Pan asked from behind Goku's leg.

"I'm afraid that will not be an easy thing to accomplish, little- Gkk!" Frieza was cut off by a sudden pain: a small kick from Kuriza, right in the upper ribs. The little lizard's mood had greatly soured and he was now resorting to kicking to fuel his agenda.

"Goku!" Frieza interjected, still being given small jabs in the ribs from his son's silent tantrum.

"Yes?" Goku perked up. Frieza had no snarky nickname for him, so he knew he was serious.

"By any chance, do you know someplace private I could go for a minute or so?" He spoke through pained grunts. "Preferably one nearby?"

"Wait, why?"

"Well, you know how he likes shiny things? Seeing my Golden Form helps calm him down and I don't want to attract any undue attention. So, if you would-" A single harder kick made Frieza's eyes widen mid-explanation to near the size of saucers. "Please..." He turned Kuriza around in his carrying, getting his legs to face outward and redirecting his frustrated kicks, unfortunately trying to find ways to swing backward.

"Ahh... Gotcha..." The Saiyan nodded understandingly before briefly shooting him a casual finger gun. "I think there should be bathrooms off around the outskirts- Maybe around the konpeito booth?"

"Much appreciated..." Frieza grunted through his teeth as he turned in his tracks off towards the other direction, redirecting his attention and softening his tone towards his son. "It's okay, Kuri... Papa will do the pretty shiny thing for you soon..."

However, before he could get too far, Pan suddenly chipped in, her voice still somewhat stuttering in fear of potentially upsetting the short fused emperor. "Wait... Umm, Mister Frieza?"

One iris darted back to look at the petite partial Saiyan, Frieza's default look appearing like a glare. "Yes? What do you need, little mutt?"

"Well, umm..." She hesitated. "If you tell us what it looks like, we could try to find the little charm for him..." After her initial nerves, she perked up, confidently cocky like her grandpa. "I'm good at finding things!"

The emperor was resistant to accept the offer, especially one from a five year old, but he eventually let out a begrudging sigh. "Very well, but don't get your hopes up about finding it. It's a small circle shaped pendant- Two sides to it. One has a picture of the sun, the other has a crescent of your planet's moon- and it's very shiny as you could presume." He rolled his eyes as he turned back around. "Now, if you don't mind..." He trailed off, grumbling.

Not long after Frieza had only taken a few steps ahead, all while trying to reign in the silently fussing little lizard in his arms, a thought caused Goku's shoulders to lurch up, like a jolt coursed through him to turn on the metaphorical lightbulb. He turned to Pan, fetching something from his belt as he did- the small keychain that had been dropped from earlier. Of course, it appeared a touch less shiny than hoped due to the dirt on it. "Hey... Pan, do you think this might be it?"

"Yeah!" The young quarter-Saiyan piped up. "After all, we did find it when the little guy ran off."

"Well, Mister Frieza's not too far, so do you think you could-"

Goku was barely allowed a chance to finish before his granddaughter yelped out to cross the few feet gap between her and the father-son pair of lizards. "Hey! Mister Frieza! We have it!"

The lizard emperor flinched in his tracks from the volume of her voice, pivoting back around on a dime and returning back to the two Saiyans. "What?! How the hell did you find that so fast?"

Pan briefly flinched as well, sensing hostility in his tone, but quickly recomposing herself. "Well, we think he lost it when I pulled his tail. It was on the ground where he was, so..." She held out the keychain, Frieza's eyes nearly lighting up in relief, only for his expression to remain the same typical disgruntled.

"It's all dirty, monkey..." His glare shot up to Goku, who quickly understood what Frieza meant by it, letting out a brief "oh!" before taking the keychain from Pan, hastily wiping it clean with the edge of his top, then handing it back. "That's better."

Upon seeing its glimmering beauty reflecting the light of the sunshine, the once stubborn little Kuriza's expression seemed to melt into stunned wonder, a matching glitter in his eyes. "Shiny..." He let out an awestruck whisper, his tiny hand now attempting to reach out toward it, only to be limited by the length of his arm and the hold his father, who was smiling for once, kept on him.

"Yes, yes, I see it, my little chestnut." The emperor sighed. He knelt down to a shorter level, closer to Pan's, as he set Kuriza back onto his two feet and quickly snatched the charm from the Saiyan child's hands. "Now, so you don't lose this again..." He untied the knot of the boy's scarf before quickly retying it again, this time making the knot around the looped end of the keychain. "We'll tie it here."

Kuriza almost immediately looked back down to admire it, fumbling with it in his tiny hands and flipping it between sun and moon, continuing to do so even as his father scooped him back up and rose to his feet. The smile remained on the older lizard's face even as he shot a glaring look with his eyes at Pan. "Don't expect any sort of 'thank you', mutt. You were part of the problem, after all."

"Well, she was part of the solution, to be fair."

Frieza simply scoffed. "Water under the bridge, monkey..." He shifted his son in his arms, transferring him to his backside and, no sooner after the small being had securely latched himself into his new position, his eyes progressively lowered, already tired. It was interesting to see how Frieza seemed to mellow around his son- was it parental hormones or did he actually have a sweet side?- yet his characteristic cold nature seemed to remain beneath.

"Now, if you have nothing further to contribute... I'll continue perusing this overly sappy human carnival until the main event starts." As the lizard turned around, precious cargo slumbering on his back, it wasn't long before his route forward was cut short by another voice calling out toward him, this one feminine, but not belonging to Pan.

"Hey! There you are, Frieza!" He looked with a cold glare to find that the approaching voice was tied to the woman who had roped him into this mess herself- Bulma, waving towards the group ahead on the path. Of course, she was not alone, having her clearly disgruntled Saiyan husband dragged along with her, as well as an unfamiliar pint-size presence, her hair distinctly matching Bulma's in color.

"Great... The woman..."

Alerted by this commotion, Kuriza's attempted nap was instantly halted with an alarmed squeak. His panic amplified upon seeing the approaching Briefs family and, not wishing to confront even more people, released his hold on Frieza's back, dropping to the ground and preparing to bolt away in the opposite direction. However, a stark white tail pushed him back. "No running off again!" Having no other escape option, he defensively kept a firm hug-like grip around his father's legs.

While Frieza remained aloofly looking away, Goku was all smiles to see the group approaching, waving towards Vegeta in particular. "Hey, 'Geets!" His greeting was met by the other Saiyan letting out a small grunt and simply addressing him as "Kakarot".

The emperor only rolled his eyes at this overly sappy "buddy-buddy" display, not finding any interest in whatever sort of bonding ritual the two Saiyans had to share, nor any of the human ones Bulma would force onto him. However, before he could make his discreet exit from the situation, the woman's eyes locked with him. "I thought I saw you around. Thankfully nothing in utter chaos." The smile on her lips was hesitant, even though dragging him here was her idea, and Vegeta held her back with a defensive arm, as if he were a zoo exhibit.

"Your lack of faith in me to 'behave', as you put it, is insulting, Bulma." Frieza scoffed, half-humoring her. "Anyway, thank you for the... human disguise you loaned me." He motioned to the collar of the button-up shirt, speaking of it like it was a burden forced upon him. "And, if you don't mind, I was just about to continue my rounds until you appeared." As he turned around, he unpinned the sunglasses from his shirt and covered his glaring red eyes back up with them. "Without further interruption, I must bid you ta-ta, woman~"

The lizard dismissed the group that had formed around him with a flick of a wave, but, when he tried to continue his trail through the grounds, he was halted, as his legs didn't seem to want to move. Looking down to see what was the matter, he noticed that Kuriza was still stubbornly grabbing him by the legs in defensive attachment, his grip keeping the two legs squeezed together. "Gkk! Kuri- please-"

Of course, it didn't take Bulma long to notice. "Aww... Who's that little fella you've got there?" Once the woman drew attention to the little lizard, his father let out a disgruntled sigh, his shades slightly falling and once again revealing a peek of unamused red irises.

"Oh, didn't you guys know?" Goku started answering on Frieza's behalf. "Frieza had a kiddo of his own the whole time!"

"Ah, that explains why you were asking about child admission when I got in touch with you! I just thought you were trying to pass one of your short minions off as one to get a discount or something."

Vegeta added a begrudging "Him procreating? Tch..."

The emperor continued through gritted teeth. "Yes, his name is Kuriza and he doesn't like new people, so could we just move on-"

Before he could finish, Bulma's curiosity had already overtaken her, passing Vegeta's arm barrier to her husband's dismay. She had already made her way uncomfortably close to the lizard, kneeling down to reach the further fearful Kuriza, his grip tightening and his face becoming more obscured. "That's okay. He just hasn't come out of his shell yet." Her voice became a coo. "It's okay, little guy... Miss Bulma won't hurt you!"

"Woman, please back off. He doesn't want your company." Frieza, raising his sunglasses up to his forehead, urged her, not being heard.

"Aww... Poor guy... Don't be scared!" She reached forward, further triggering the boy's fight or flight, and carefully examined the little charm tied to his scarf, flipping the token in her fingertips. "That's a cute little charm you have there, Kuriza~ Did your dad get that for you?"

"You may not want to touch that-"

"I'm not going to take it away from him, I'm just looking at it."

"Bulma!" Frieza, at the end of his rope, finally used her real name. "I really wouldn't. He-!"

He looked back down too late as the human woman let out a panicked yelp. "Oww! He bit me!" Sure enough, little Kuriza's fangs were clamped onto Bulma's finger, the other four fearfully releasing his pendant. The small creature, frightenedly unsure of how to react, was between moods, letting out a soft growl and tearing up at the same time.

"As I was trying to explain..." Frieza grumbled. "He bites when he feels threatened- and you were being quite threatening in his mind." He reached down and planted a reassuring hand on top of his son's head. "It's okay, Kuri~ Let her go now." While the younger lizard hesitated briefly, he acquiesced and allowed Bulma to withdraw her hand, shortly after transferring his hug hold by springing up onto his father's arm.

"Well, that's a lesson for later... Heh..." With a forced smile, Bulma tried to brush off the incident, rubbing at her sore finger. "I guess I'll leave you two to your business! We'll see you later at the main event!"

While both lizards were relieved in their own ways that the Briefs group was leaving, another voice, finally piping up, was not quite enthused. "Aww... But, I wanted to play with the lizard boy!" The tiny source was the small girl by Vegeta's legs, the color of her hair, tied up in a ponytail, a mix of purple and robin's egg strands.

"I know you did, Bulla, honey, but little Kuriza's not quite in the mood to play right now." While Bulma rationally explained the situation, Vegeta was taking the more protective route, trying to prod Bulla away. Perhaps it was fear of her being bitten too, or of her being 'contaminated' by an evil emperor's son.

"Okay..." Bulla disappointedly whimpered. As she was urged ahead on her way by her stubborn Saiyan father, she raised her hand to wave goodbye. "Bye-bye, then!" Her hand waving overenthusiastically at the same time rattled a small bracelet around her wrist, a few gemstone-like beads making it up- hopefully play-pretend plastic, unless they trusted a four-year-old that much. However, no matter what material it was, what mattered was its surfaces caught glimmers of light in their motions-

As well as Kuriza's attention.

The Saiyans, partial and full, and Bulma parted to one direction, while the solitary emperor and his boy went to the other. However, Kuriza, now reclaiming his prior position playing piggyback, couldn't help but look behind him as the others headed off- though the people themselves were of less interest to him than the real treasure. The bracelet continued to jangle around on its little girl owner's wrist, further tempting him with its glittering allure. "Shiny..." He near silently whispered. His movements were quiet and stealthy, taking some time before Frieza even noticed him dropping down from his back.

Bulla, past her initial disappointment of not having a new playmate, was now busily chatting with Pan, walking to the side of her. Her braceleted hand was held behind her back while her father protectively held the other one. The surrounding footsteps that formed the ambience of the tournament ground made her miss the tiny and quickly approaching patters- that was until she felt the wrist behind her being suddenly grabbed.

"Oh!" She turned around to see Kuriza attempting to take a hold on her bracelet and suddenly frozen in his tracks, realizing he had to deal with the person attached. "Hey, it's you! Hi!" The lizard wanted to draw back, but also refused to leave his prize.

Kuriza hesitated. "...Hi...?"

"It's okay. You like my bracelet, don't you?" He nodded daintily in response, just as his father worriedly approached.

"Kuri, what did I tell you about scampering off again?! That shiny thing already has a home..." The young Arcosian's attention was still diverted, continuing to be subjected to Bulla's small talk.

"My mum got me this for my birthday. It's my favorite, but I really like your little shiny thing too!" Surprisingly, Kuriza did not grow defensive of his trinket when she pointed at it, his more important goal being the new object before him. "Oh! I just remembered! You don't know my name. My name's Bulla, nice to meet'cha!"

Since the lizard's hand was already joined to her, Bulla simply grabbed his wrist in exchange to complete the handshake, causing him to slightly flinch. He knew he couldn't run away now- especially since the treasure was in close range.

Stammering, he suddenly spoke up again, his murmur making him harder to understand. "I- 'm... K-Ku-reeza... Nice to... mmm..." He mumbled, failing on the last word and looking up at his father for guidance, who simply sighed.

"Don't hurt yourself... It's an earth thing... Just say 'meet you'."

"Oh... Meet you! Nice to meet you..." He finished, suddenly triumphant but still hushed.

"Very good, Kuriza. Now come along please. This little one has other places to be- as do we." Frieza bent down to his knees to reach the young boy's level again, attempting to gently disconnect his hand from the girl's wrist. Though he was resistant to do so, Kuriza submitted to his father's grab and returned to his embrace.

"Aww, so soon...?" It wasn't the young girl who was whining, but rather her mother. "The little fella was just coming out of his shell. Didn't you see it, Frieza?"

"I did." Frieza glared. "And it was probably only because of her bracelet, so don't read too deep into it." He rose to his feet, Kuriza in tow, preparing to continue turning the other way- a simple task that he would have completed minutes ago but, with more pestering from Bulma, it became increasingly difficult.

"That's because you're not giving it a chance! Why don't you just come with us then? You'll still be able to see the grounds and the little guys can have their time together. Sounds like a win-win!"

The older lizard looked back with skepticism. "I'm not sure if he'd be... comfortable..." His vision then turned to the boy, who was trying to return to burying his face.

"It's okay!" Bulla responded with her mother's chipper and boundless enthusiasm, the arm with her bracelet raising at the same time and jangling the beads. "I'm lots of fun! I'll be his friend!"

Once shy Kuriza almost instantly popped out of his reclusion upon hearing the little beads clatter and, again captivated like a magpie to its shininess, leaned forward to get a closer look, dropping himself out of Frieza's arms in the process. He skittered over to Bulla and latched onto her braceleted wrist yet again like a magnet. "I see someone agrees!" Bulma, noticing the action, smiled.

This further hardened Frieza's glare, the action proving his argument in favor of this being the bracelet's fault and nothing else. Kuriza appeared happy, probably only because he was faced with a new shiny trinket to eye up. As he was about to make his rebuttal, surprisingly, someone else had an objection.

"Bulma, what are you trying to do?!" Vegeta's brow furrowed, trying to tug Bulla back to his side by her other hand. "Why are you setting up my-" He corrected himself. "Our princess with this little... tyrant?!"

"Vegeta, you're being ridiculous." Bulma's look equally soured. "I know he's Frieza's kid, you had some bad blood, but he's three at most." She looked down to where the children were standing, Bulla figuring out that her bracelet was like a laser pointer and moving her arm around to see if Kuriza's eyes followed- sure enough they did and his tail waggled gently. "He's not going to blow her up or anything."

"No, all I'm saying is-" The Saiyan attempted to protest further, only to be silenced by a quick peck to the cheek by Bulma, the love behind it covered by frustration.

"Just trust me, okay...?" She muttered under her breath before readopting her excitement. "Now that that's settled, shall we be on our way?" Bulma shot Frieza another sickeningly sweet smile, the lizard only folding his arms and sighing disgruntled as he followed them- skepticism in ever step.

Young Bulla seemed to be leading Kuriza along by her bracelet, making her own side of the conversation, all rather earthen topics, some of her favorite things and where to find the best snacks in the city, while he, probably not understanding most of it and playing along to remain tied to the shiny thing, let out occasional nods and mumbles of agreement. His father continued to watch the two closely to make sure they didn't get into any mischief, glaring at the girl with an air of distrust whenever she looked back up at him.

Hopefully, he wouldn't have to keep up this act for long. Soon enough, this charade would end with the passing of the tournament and he wouldn't need to set foot on this dirtball again, unless he made plans to claim its Dragon Balls- and that was a note he could relax a bit on.

Unfortunately, for him, what he didn't realize was that unfolding before him was the beginning of a long friendship that would persist for years to come.

So much for that idea...

[sideshow-wolfie]

Little Story about Reigna's current self.

Reigna used to live in Boston with her older brother to start over their lives. Of course, she starts off with finding her love. Her first love she interacted with was Steve Friedman, a teen who always had a Squeaky-Voiced accent because of his condition. Originally, they WERE gonna be together as mates, but the proposal was extinct because she heard someone in her home being attacked... She tried saving her brother, but ended up being clawed by the killer... The killer WASN'T Sideshow Bob, if you guys were wondering. Weeks after his death, Reigna decided to escape to Springfield on her own.. she starved for weeks.. She got arrested after trying to give revenge to someone who killed her own brother. The killer claimed that Reigna was the phsycopath of Springfield, which wasn't true, yet the cops fell for it.

It's been a month since she's been in prison... The person she kept staying away from was Sideshow Bob. Hours had passed until he decided to ask what was up... Reigna growled a bit, saying that nothing was wrong and she was ok.. He was surprised by her wolf ears and tail.. as if they looked surgically attached. No, they weren't actually attached and replaced... She had them, since she released her inner wolf. He decides to trust her, since she's someone he has never seen before.

A year went by... The 2 prisoners fell deeply in love. And promised to each other as mates. Reigna at that moment had forgotten about Steve... Things were about to go peaceful until Steve showed up to find Reigna with the Phsycopath. He was furious, as he wanted to protect her.. he didn't want to face the fact that Reigna dnd Sideshow Bob are together as lovers. He tells the guards that he didn't want to take her as he ran off...

A month later, Sideshow Bob and Reigna agreed to meet Steve Friedman on top of the Springfield birds-eye mountain.

Of course with Steve's anger and anxiety still flying around his mind, he asks Bob to give her back, as he was thinking he's trying to kill her.

He replies with "Stop with this, we only came here to talk. NOT TO MAKE THIS INTO HELL."

He ignores what Sideshow Bob told him as he walked towards Reigna, begging her to run away from him...

but Reigna told him that he would rather be with Sideshow Bob rather than him.

"I loved you ONLY as a friend. but now I don't see any friendship waiting in you. When you came to me, I thought I would gain something special.. but you DIDN'T care about me. You left me to die. You never came for support, and you decided to think I was nothing but a beast. I did what I had to do to be happy, Steve. Sideshow Bob never stood away from me since we met. He's honorable and kind.. and I don't give a damn if he's a Psychotic individual. HE'S MY KING. And you are messing with his queen. Please, let it go!" - Reigna

Steve just grabbed her hand with force, yanking her away, while Reigna fights back...

Bob witnessed what Steve was doing to his mate. He felt anger rise within him, as he pulls out a knife. He pounced with brute force, pinning him to a tree... He nearly kills him... He failed on killing, as Steve runs off... He looked at him in disgust, because of how weak he was to fight back. Reigna hugs him... and shivered.. she hated Steve Friedman for trying to force her back to him.. It frightened her..

So...this explains why Reigna is in love with Sideshow Bob.

[glorious-blackout]

Summary of Junior Doctor Life - Part Nine:

Got a call at 3am from the Advanced Nurse Practitioners who do rounds of the hospital at night. They basically wanted to make sure I wasn’t snowed under, which was lovely of them. So lovely in fact, that I didn’t have the heart to tell them that the reason they’d missed me during their rounds was because I was holed up in the Doctors’ Room watching ‘Derry Girls’. 

Good news can feel like an anomaly on some days and miraculous recoveries are as rare as you’d expect, but they can happen. By the end of my first night-shift I had two patients who were very unwell and had shown no improvement despite being given appropriate treatment. One of them had gone to ICU in the hope that he might ultimately pull through, but my registrar received a call at 7am informing him that nothing more could be done. The other patient was a lady who was only appropriate for ward-level care (anything more would likely be futile), and we ultimately had to start her on morphine via a syringe-driver to provide comfort because she was so breathless. I left work that morning feeling rather deflated and expecting both patients to die during the day. The man sadly did pass away in ICU, however I arrived at work to find that the woman had remained relatively stable. Two nights later I was taking her off her syringe-driver because she frankly didn’t need it, and two weeks later we’re now thinking of getting her home. Not the most common outcome for someone who at one point was knocking on death’s door, but certainly a welcome one!

During a rather busy night, I got a call twenty minutes into my break asking me to come back to the ward immediately. When I tried to get some information, the nurse barely managed five words before resorting to “Just come to the ward!” Turns out one of the patients had managed to disconnect the attachment to his cannula, meaning there was nothing stopping his blood from leaving the vein and escaping into the outside world. By the time this was discovered, his bedsheets were almost completely red and his blood pressure was in his boots, to the point where we needed to pour a litre of IV fluids into him as quickly as the machines would allow. 

He was ultimately fine and cracking jokes before we’d even got one bag of fluids into him (including, but not limited to, “I thought I’d had a wet dream!”). What made him more problematic, however, was that he’d been admitted in the first place with chronic anaemia, which blood loss obviously doesn’t help. It wasn’t long before we were arranging a blood transfusion on top of the IV fluids we’d already given him. 

Got called to prescribe some IV fluids on my last day of nights, at the tail-end of what had been a rather hectic shift. In the hopes of grabbing a break, I asked if there was anything else needing done that I could quickly power through, only for the nurse to say she didn’t know. I must have looked about as rotten as I felt, because her friend immediately came to my rescue and said “Well go and check, the poor girl wants to sleep!”

We’ve had a couple of patients recently with horrendous kidney failure leading to fluid overload because they can’t produce urine, so now several nurses are acutely concerned with how often patients are peeing. It’s not an unfounded concern, but the patients they make you aware of tend to have perfectly normal kidney function on their blood results and very little urine in their bladder on an ultrasound scan (we might worry about urinary retention if they were holding over 600mls). The kicker is that on particularly busy shifts, those same patients are often managing to pee far more regularly than we are.

Confirming a death tends to be more of a box-ticking exercise than anything else. Often the nurse will do a quick check themselves beforehand and they may even leave it a while before contacting a doctor to give the family space to say goodbye. Ultimately, by the time we enter the patient’s room it tends to be obvious that they’re gone before you even check for a pulse, and thankfully none of us have had a Monty Python-esque “I’m not dead yet!” moment so far. 

One of my colleagues came close though. After being asked to confirm an expected death of a palliative patient, he walked into the room only for said patient to turn his head when he announced himself. Apparently he managed to recover from his mini heart-attack just in time to blurt out “Just wanted to see how you were doing sir!” and perform an impromptu review, despite wondering what the hell was going on and why he’d been asked to confirm the death of a very much alive man. He got his answer upon leaving the room, when the nurse rolled her eyes and said, “The next room, you pillock!”  

I spent my night-shifts with a genuinely lovely registrar who was always available if I needed to page him and managed to put me at ease even when we were dealing with really sick or dying patients. He was such a reassuring presence that the two hectic nights (out of four) didn’t necessarily feel like bad nights. In contrast, the girl who did her night-shift after me got a registrar who was sick (and therefore made her examine every patient on his behalf), complained very loudly about the fact that he was at work, looked rather pissed off at me when I dared to go home (despite the fact that my back-shift should have ended half an hour earlier), and proceeded to spend eight hours of a twelve-hour shift sleeping on the mattress in our Doctors’ room so my colleague had nowhere to go to rest. It’s luck of the draw which registrar you end up with, but if our positions were swapped I probably would have spent my night-shifts craving the sweet release of death.

My registrar’s quirk is that he has a weird love of taking blood from the femoral artery (accessed via the groin) in patients with horrendous venous access. To be fair, there is a certain logic to this - it’s far less painful than taking arterial blood from the wrist and if you can get into the femoral artery, you’re more likely to collect a large sample so you can run more tests. It’s just always amusing to witness an enthusiastic Spanish man declare, “Let’s go for the groin!” when he finds out we’re struggling to take blood from a patient.

We’ve finally found out what jobs we’re getting next year! My FY2 is going to be spent between Geriatrics, Neonates and Obstetrics/Gynaecology so there’ll be a whooole lotta babies 😊 Still not too keen on Geriatrics, but I’m delighted about the Neonates job and Obstetrics is the only surgical specialty I actually like so I’m pretty thrilled overall. Though I imagine my poor sister - who happens to be a neonatal nurse - is going to be subjected to a lot of texts which basically boil down to ‘Help!!!’

[lumina-star-okochi]

In-depth Character profile: Lumina Okochi (Also Looking for RP contacts thing.)

IDENTIFICATION —

·         Full Name: Chiyoko Okochi (Lumina)

·         Pronunciation: Chee yo ko - O ko chee (Lew me nah)

·         Pseudonym: none

·         Nicknames: Lumi, Lumina.

·         Age: Twenty-two Cycles

·         Name Day: 10th Sun of the 5th Umbral Moon

·         Birthplace: Okochi Manor, Monzen district of Doma.

·         Guardian (Eorzean): Menphina, the Lover

        Guardian (Othardian):  The Trickster; Tamamo-no-Gozen.

·         Residence: Shirogane apartment, Family estate within the Lavender Beds, and has a room at a friend’s private estate in the Goblet. REFERENCES —·        Motto:  “No matter what I do, it’s for the sake of those I love.” Theme Song: here Face Claim:  -W-What’s a face claim?

STATS —

·         Gender: Female

·         Race: Au Ra (Raen)

·         Height: 4 feet, 7 inches

·         Weight: ninety five ponze.

·         Eyes: Ice/diamond Blue - a pronounced snake like slit pupil when angry.

·         Hair: Natural - White, Dyed - Brown.

·         Skin: Pale, nearly sickly pale.

·         Build: Lithe, slender, soft, weak. Body is yet, taken care of, shaved and descaled (in places that scales shouldn’t be.) to appear more attractive to both the female, and male eye.

·         Scars: A stab-scar on her right palm, a scar on cheek from a fishing accident, runes carved into her left arm.

·         Tattoos: A coloured tattoo of a Koi on her left thigh, using her scales to add texture, and detail to the portrait. A tattoo of a Sakura tree on her back, only the petals are coloured, the tree is a solid black. A Monochrome Eastern styled dragon tattoo, gripping the Okochi family’s crest in it’s front claws.

      *This part would be easier if I had my drawing tablet to show you her scale/tail/horn profile.

At First Glance (+5) Shy: Lumina comes off as very quiet and shy, given that she has very poor social skills due to spending her childhood locked away in a Hospital for most of her life, some can see her stuttering, and fidgeting adorable, others can find her long pauses, and staring to be unsettling and creepy. She’s a business woman with no, or very little Charisma. Gentle: Lumina’s very gentle and doe like. And very easily scared and over powered. Her grip is always soft, her smile weak and unintimidating, she comes off as very weak. To her advantage and disadvantage. Some can be unassuming to her wants and the sort, others won’t take her seriously when she wants to be. Kind: Lumina’s mindset is to brighten not her own existence, but others. When she can muster up the courage to talk to someone she dumps compliments on them like no return. Which could cause trouble, as many think she’s flirting with them. Which is hardly the case. Hidden away: One look into Lumina’s eyes can easily show that she’s got a lot of secrets and suffering hidden away. Never to be let out. She simply bottles it all up and remains in relative silence for a long, good while.  Lady/Noble/Princess-like: Lumina’s been taught to be well mannered, polite, speak when spoken to, and all the elegant business of a princess and or noble. She aims to represent the Okochi name in it’s purest form. Gentle, sweet, and polite. 

FACTS —

·         Occupation: Alchemist, Pharmacist, Doctor, Surgeon, Business-woman.

·         Specialties: Healing magick/spells, medicine preparation, strong aetherpool.

·         Skills:  surgical skills. (Specialist in cardio-vascular, muscles, joints, and mental health.) Drawing, Poetry, being able to memorize another’s face at first-glance. PROFICIENCY —·                  Education: Educated in languages including (Xaela, Imperial, Old Roe, Hingan and of course, Eorzean), biology of the races, Aether control and manipulation, the basics (Math, reading writting, etc),  Tharumaturgy, Arcanium.                   Favored Weapon(s):  A rapier, Catalysts for magick.           Secondary Weapon(s): A dagger marked with the Okochi’s family crest. ·         Magic Abilities: Arcanium, Tharumaturgy, “illegal” student of Astromancy. Magic Strengths: Stronger aetherical manipulation than most, larger aetheric pool than most,  better control with lightning and ice aspected spells, and illusions.  (I made Lumina a more magick based character ;w; pls no thinky she’s op, she can’t even lift over 50 ponze.)

RELATIONS —

·         Sexual Preference: Pansexual ·         Romantic Identification: Polygamous 

·         Relationship Status: Taken 

·         Sweet on:  Bolormaia 

·         Alignment: Lawful neutral

·         Allies: The Okochi family, and staff. The Broken Blades Adventuring, and mercenary Free Company. (And hopefully more if people would rp with me ;w;)

·         Enemies:  Claudien Winter. FAMILY — ·         Siblings:  Soka Okochi (Elder blood brother.) Viktor Soulstar. (Elder adoptive brother.) Kiyo Okochi (Elder blood sister.) Miho Okochi (Elder blod sister) Furai Okochi formerly Obinata (Adoptive little sister.) ·         Parental: Chiyo Okochi and her husband. (I forget his name.) -- Died when Lumina was only 2 years old. ·         Mentor: Oohoh almost got me, I can’t reveal my AST teacher’s name. ·         Associates: Nataru Hirano, Valirelia Hirano and their company members.       MENTALITY — ·         Social Level: Shy, quiet, nervous, twitchy. ·         Optimistic View(s): Too caring for her own good. ·         Pessimistic View(s): Believes that everyone should serve a role in society. ·         One  Positive Personality Trait: Once she’s comfortable/friendly with another she’s absolutely caring, and loyal to them. ·         One Negative Personality Trait: No social grace, and is too hard on herself. ·         ·One Personality Warning: Don’t talk about her family in a bad manner when she’s around. ·         Random Quirk: Lumina likes to play with her hair when she’s standing idle. ·         Hobbies: Drawing, writing poetry, painting, reading. ·         Addictions: Gambling. ·         Habits: Avoids crowds, can’t look others in the eyes at first. ·         Pleasures: She loves glamorous items jewelry, clothing, furnishing, paintings, so on and so forth.

Appreciates (List 5+)

Love Companionship Her family Quiet settings Foxes

Dislikes (List 5+)

Claudien Winter Liars Abusers Psychopaths Shiba Inus 

Strengths (List 5+)

Intelligent Professional Crafty Aetherical skill. Charm..?(Debatable.)

Weaknesses (List 5+)

Clingy Easy to Hurt As strong as twig No, to little combat skills. Gets attached easily

Fears (List 5+)

Seclusion Exclusion People Bugs Claudien Winter FAVORITES –– ·         Favorite Food(s): Udon Noodles ·         Favorite Drink(s): Coffee, and Hot Chocolate ·         Favorite Scent(s): Cherry blossoms, pine-wood, roses. ·         Favorite Colors: Pink, white, red, and black TRIVIA - - idk what to put here... OOC - Server: Balmung Timezone: CST Experience: Roleplay experience of 8-9 years. Prefers medium-long posts but will mirror my partner at the time to not overwhelm them. Type of RP: Any/All - Long as it fits a story between the two characters. I do not mind, I will however not wish for any death, maiming, or crippling injury done to Lumina without my consent. Looking for: Friends for Lumina to interact with.  Or even more foes, be it in business terms, or actual battle. Tagged by @bryterbythenight Tagging... (I never know who to tag for these.) @follows-by-vali @bolormaia @gilded--serpent  @kasespatch @foxlike-ffxiv @strawberrymlem @dusk-with-dawnxiv and anyone else who wants/may want to do this...? I feel weird tagging people in these sorts of stuff ;w;  Would appreciate any and all signal-boosts.

[takerfoxx]

RD Walpurgis Nights 6: Part 4

They moved forward as one, Ophelia in the lead, spear in one hand and Oktavia’s sword in the other, the fire of her hair lighting the way. Her eyes darted back and forth, giving the open doors only the briefest of glances. Through each one it was the same: another hospital bed made from treats, in which sat a dummy wearing either a pink or a blue hospital gown, its face painted to resemble the clownish-doll thing, its arms outstretched to hold a plate containing a cake. The same applied to all of the gurneys, each one possessing a cake-holding dummy. It was very creepy, but also very tempting. Fortunately, the creepiness outweighed the temptation, preventing her from reaching over and grabbing a handful.

Candeloro and Oktavia followed closely behind, with Oktavia riding on Candeloro’s back, arms thrown loosely around her neck while the older girl held onto the mermaid’s tail with her ribbons. They had tried continuing the bridal carry, but it had just gotten too awkward. Granted, this wasn’t much of an improvement, but they made do with what they had.

It had taken some coaxing, but Candeloro had finally been persuaded to take along the silver musket. She heavily disliked the feel of it, especially with the memory of how its barrel had been stabbed into her chest time and time again, but now was not the time to throw away any possible advantage. She just hoped that the damn thing was actually loaded.

“Jeez, would you look at that?” Oktavia said, craning her neck to peer at their surroundings. “It’s like something out of, I don’t know, a circus or something.”

“Mmmm,” Candeloro said.

“A festival, or some kind of crazy amusement park. Like some idiot thought that making a hospital attraction was a good idea.”

“Ah.”

“Hey kids, ever wanted to visit a hospital made out candy? Well, now you can! Why a hospital? Because why not a hospital?” Oktavia giggled loudly.

Candeloro paused. “Stop talking, please. You’re too loud.”

“Oh. My bad.”

A few moments went by, and then Candeloro said, “I’m sorry, that was rude of me.”

“It’s cool.”

“It’s just I am very…” Candeloro swallowed. “Very scared right now.”

“Me too.”

“Hey, it’s great that you two have gotten all chummy,” Ophelia called back over her shoulder. “But how about you keep the noise down, okay?”

“I thought you said there wasn’t anything to be worried about?” Oktavia said.

“As far as we know.” They were now coming up on the double doors. “But why take the risk? Wouldn’t surprise me if they decided to pull a-”

Then a shrill scream sounded from beyond the doors, and the girl’s voice cried wordlessly. It sounded muffled, like she was speaking through a gag, but the fear and pain were evident.

Everyone stiffened for a moment, and then Ophelia’s eyes narrowed. She rushed forward and kicked the door open.

Beyond was a surgical observation room, a square hallway encircling inward leaning windows. Staring down through the windows were even more dummies, all of them with painted clownish faces and wearing pink or blue doctor’s scrubs. However, rather than being done up to look like that doll, these were made to resemble that caterpillar monster.

However, beyond the windows was not a surgical room. There was no surgery table, no tables of sharp instruments, no IV drips, no beeping monitors. Instead, inside was a blazing inferno, a huge firepit like a doorway straight to Hell. It filled the observation corridor with dancing reds and yellows, while the windows seemed to shimmer with the heat.

And suspended above the flames just under the window was a long metal pole, extending from wall to wall. And tied to that pole was the fourth girl.

She was bound at her ankles, waist, under her armpits, and around her wrists, which were stretched out over her head. The pole was rotating slowly, exposing every bit of her to the heat. What was more, another pole, this one about a meter and a half in length, was laid crosswise across the pole just past her head, through the space between her elbows and the main pole. It was forced into her mouth, stuck between her teeth like an apple thrust in between the jaws of a roast pig. However, she was still alive and screaming, her cries being broadcasted over speakers set high in the corners of the room.

A cooking spit, Ophelia thought as her heart started beating faster. They’re cooking her alive, like a piece of meat. This whole time we were here, she’s been-

“Holy cra-” Oktavia started to say, but about that moment Candeloro’s ribbons instinctively went to her mouth as she gasped in shock, causing Oktavia to suddenly drop to the floor with a startled yelp.

Ophelia barely noticed. Teeth bared, she charged right at the window, swiping the dummies aside with the pole of her spear.

“Ophelia, wait!” Candeloro called. “It’s too hot, you won’t be able to-”

Ophelia smashed the counterweight on her spear into the glass. The window was tough, but cracks still spiderwebbed out from the impact point. Another thrust and it shattered.

The heat hit her like a solid wave. She flinched in anticipation of the pain and readied her will to fight through it like she had the nails.

It never came.

Confused, she opened her eyes. The heat was there, yes. And it was incredibly strong, definitely. She could feel it flowing over her skin, could see it shimmering in front of her eyes. But for some reason it wasn’t bothering her. There was no pain at all.

“Ophelia!” Oktavia called. Ignoring her, Ophelia moved in closer to the smashed window. She hesitated for a moment, and then stuck her arm into the room.

“Ophelia, don’t!”

Nothing. Well, not nothing. Again, she felt the heat sure enough, but it didn’t hurt. In fact, it felt kind of comfortable.

Furthermore, while the heat was rolling off of her in waves, she didn’t feel fatigued. Her energy wasn’t being sapped away like she had expected. If anything, it was pumping her up.

Almost in a trance, she then lifted her hand to the flame on her head. She passed her fingers through the tongues of fires a few times before letting her arm drop.

She was fireproof.

Hot damn, she was fucking fireproof!

The girl’s muffled cries redoubled. She thrashed her head back and forth, trying to free herself from the pole stuck in her mouth to see. Her butt was toward the party, so she couldn’t see them, but presumably she had heard the window shatter.

Snapping out of her reverie, Ophelia leaned in through the window and looked down and where the turning spit joined the wall. She moved in her spear, made a few mental calculations, and slashed.

The spear parted through the steel like butter, that was the good news. The bad news that that as soon as the connection was severed, the spit started to slip down, tilting into the inferno below.

Without thinking Ophelia reached down to grab it and hold it in place. Generally, this would be a very stupid move, firstly because the spit was so hot that it would literally slough her flesh off, and secondly, considering how long the pole was and with the weight and leverage against her, she couldn’t hope to hold it in place for long.

However, her immunity to heat remained, and the touch of the burning pole didn’t hurt one bit. Secondly, the strength that had allowed her to force the nails off the cross had not deserted her, and she was able to hold the pole in place with one hand.

She grinned. Cool!

Then her smile disappeared. As awesome as that might be, she now had a problem, mainly that since the pole was still attached to the other end, she had no way of actually rescuing the girl without letting go. And if she did that, she risk having the girl slip down into the fire.

Crap, crap, crap, what now? How was she going to pull this off? The poor girl was being barbequed right before her eyes, and she could do nothing but watch it happen.

Then she heard Oktavia call out, “Wait, where are you going?”

Ophelia glanced to her side. To her surprise, Candeloro was rushing through the corridor to the other side, both sword and gun in hand. Ophelia watched her through the windows as she made her way all the way around the room.

The roasting girl noticed her. She made a strangled-sounding cry of surprise, followed by what could only be a desperate plea for help.

As Ophelia watched, Candeloro peered through the window first at where Ophelia was stuck holding the pole in place, and then down at where the roasting girl was suffering. She grimaced, and then drove the butt of the musket into the glass.

Unfortunately, she was not uniquely suited to withstand heat like Ophelia was, and as soon as the window shattered she lurched back with a cry. “Candeloro?” Ophelia called. “What are you doing?”

Through the shattered window, she saw Candeloro stand up. Taking a deep breath, she closed her eyes and lunged forward.

The sword swiped down, slicing right through the pole.

Candeloro fell back with a cry of pain, but she had done it. The pole started to dip, and the roasting girl screamed, this time in terror.

However, Ophelia had already made her move. As soon as the pole was free, she yanked it up. The girl started to slide as feared, so she braced both hands under it, stuck it under her armpit, and pulled up and in.

Her strength was certainly impressive, but the angle was completely against her, and the pole continued to tilt. Desperate, Ophelia hauled it in faster, but the girl was still slipping.

Suddenly the pole started to right itself, as if a new pair of hands had joined her. Looking back, Ophelia saw that Oktavia had somehow pulled the scrubs off of a couple of dummies, wrapped them together, and thrown them over the pole where it was passing over her head. She was yanking down as hard as she could, and though her makeshift rope was starting to sizzle, it was holding.

Invigorated by this, Ophelia managed to bring the pole up so that the girl was no longer slipping. Then she hauled it in, meter by meter, until at last the girl’s body finally reached the window. The pole stuck in her mouth banged against the sides of the window, stopping her from going further. Gritting her teeth, Ophelia wiggled the cooking spit and pushed it to the right until she managed to make it fit.

Bringing the girl in, Ophelia snatched up her spear from where it had dropped and slashed away the girl’s bonds. She dropped to the floor and lay there, her whole body shivering. That done, Ophelia then grabbed the pole in her mouth with one hand, grabbed her by the jaw with the other, and forced it out from between her teeth. It came free, and she let out a gasping moan before collapsing.

Her time being roasted had not been good for her. Her body was bright red, her hair crisped black and falling out in clumps. Hideous blisters covered her back and wherever the metal pole had touched, and her lips were all but destroyed thanks to the one that had been in her mouth. But she was alive. It didn’t make sense, but she was alive.

Sighing, Ophelia sat down next to her. She supposed that she should feel victorious, but all she felt was tired. Her eyes drifted to the smaller pole, the one she had yanked out of the poor girl’s mouth.

Its shaft was black with pink polka-dots, like the body of the clown caterpillar. At its head was a pink gem with a swirl design and tiny wings stuck to either side, making it look like a wrapped piece of candy. Ophelia’s brow furrowed. This was the new girl’s weapon, that much was certain. But it was a weird one.

Candeloro came limping over to them, the tips of her ribbons wrinkled from the heat. “Hey,” Ophelia said with a weary smile. “Good job, hero. You okay?”

“I’ll be fine,” Candeloro said. “How is she?”

“Alive, believe it or not.” Ophelia craned her neck to look at Oktavia, who had flopped onto her stomach and was now crawling toward them on her elbows. “And same goes for you. Nice thinking with the rope idea.”

“Hey, you did the hard part,” Oktavia said. “But can we please get out of here?”

“Yup.” Ophelia grunted as she stood back up. Taking a deep breath, she knelt down and gently picked the burnt girl up. The poor girl inhaled sharply at the touch, but that was it.

“Come on, let’s get the hell out of here,” Ophelia said. She kicked the doors open and left the room of dummies and fire behind. Soon after Candeloro followed, Oktavia riding on her back.

…

Wait, you’re telling me that a wish could have cured her? I could have saved her?

Why didn’t you tell me? Why did you let me waste my wish like that?

No! Don’t give me that crap! You could’ve said something! You could’ve told me, but you didn’t! Get out of here!

Oh God, what have done? I had one chance, and I wasted it. I should’ve known better. Why was I so stupid? It’s all my fault, it’s all my…

…

Full consciousness was slow to return, and for a moment she almost didn’t notice that she had woken up. After all, there was no pain.

The first time she had woken up, she had been in agony, strapped to a burning hot metal pole and slowly being turned over a hellish inferno while shadowy figures stared at her through windows.

How long she had been suspended there she had no idea. She just remembered screaming for help, praying that it would before she died, and when it didn’t she started praying for death, anything to stop the pain. But that too had been denied her. For some reason her body had refused to die or even pass out, leaving her in perpetual torment.

And then things got a little weird in her memory. She remembered someone breaking the glass, remembered the pole being severed and tilting into the fire. She remembered the sheer terror as she had started to slip down, her flesh burning away as it slid across that superhot metal, the hungry flames coming closer and closer.

She didn’t remember much after that.

But now the heat was gone, and there was no more pain. As her awareness returned she became aware of the cool air on her skin, almost too cold in fact. The air she breathed was no longer hot and choking, but almost icy.

I died, she thought woozily. The fire swallowed me, and now I’m buried in the ground. That’s why it’s so cold. It’s over, thank God.

And then:

“Hey, I think she’s coming around.”

She blinked her eyes. Wait, she still had eyes. Everything was all blurry and the light almost painfully bright, but she could see. Furthermore, she wasn’t staring at the interior of a grave or even a burial urn, but black-and-white checkered linoleum.

“Anyone else think it’s a little freaky how fast her hair grew back?”

“Hush, Oktavia. She can hear you.”

“I’m not insulting her, I’m just saying that it’s weird.”

Still lying on her side, she reached up with one trembling hand as if to conform that she still had hands. She did, and though her sight was still unfocused she could tell that the skin was whole and healthy, albeit extremely pale. That made her frown. Was she some kind of albino?

She then reached up to touch her head. Sure enough, she felt normal, healthy hair, long enough to brush her shoulders. She then reached over her shoulder to touch her back, where her skin had practically melted into the pole.

Nothing. No burns, no blisters. Her back felt fine.

That should have been a relief, but instead it just scared her more.

“You okay there, champ?”

Swallowing, she pushed herself up on her palms and sat up. Wincing, she blinked and rubbed her eyes until the shadows around her solidified into clear shapes.

She was in a round room, one dominated by a weird marble sculpture of four bizarre looking monsters fused together at their backs, each one looking out in a different direction, while a fifth monster rose up where they were joined together. Set in the wall closest to her was what looked like a hospital door.

All of that was weird enough, but her attention was instantly grabbed by those in the room with her.

There were three young girls, all looking to be around middle or high school age, and all of them completely naked. That was…disconcerting enough, but even that was secondary to her concerns as the fact that they were all monsters.

The tallest was a skinny girl with bright scarlet eyes whose head was somehow on fire, an open flame burning where her hair ought to be and yet didn’t seem to be hurting her. The other was a curvy blonde with heavy-lidded golden eyes who had a pair of yellow ribbons for arms. And the third was a perky short-haired blunette with bright blue eyes who just so happened to also be an honest-to-God mermaid, her entire lower half consisting of a large, multi-colored fish’s tail.

The fiery girl must have seen the look in her eyes, as she immediately held up her hands and said, “Okay, just calm down. I know it’s weird, but-”

The burnt girl screamed. She screamed and screamed while hastily scrambling backward away from the trio until her back hit the wall. Pressing back as far as she could go with her hands splayed out against the wall to either side, she wildly looked around with wide, terrified eyes.

“Get away from me!” she cried.

“Oof,” the mermaid winced. “She’s got it bad.”

“Well, it is a hard thing to process all at once,” said the ribbon girl.

“Okay, okay, just chill,” said the fiery girl. “Calm down, all right? We’re not going to hurt you.”

The burnt girl wasn’t interested in their lies. She glanced to her right to where the hospital door was.

“Yeah, you don’t want to go in there,” the fiery girl said. “That’s where-”

The burnt girl bolted for the door on all fours. Knocking it open with her shoulder, she found herself in a hallway of brightly colored confections and sterile hospital trappings.

“What?” she said as she looked around. “What is this? Where am I?”

She staggered to her feet and took off at a run. Across from her was another door. Zeroing in on that, she ran as fast as she could, passing past both pastries and gurneys alike to ram her way through.

The heat hit her like a solid wall. There, right in front of her, was a row of windows, one of them broken. And through that window she saw the same horrific inferno that she had been trapped in.

Her jaw dropped out. “No,” she said as she turned away. “No, no, no, no, NO!”

She fled back into the hallway, desperate to put as much distance between her and fire as possible. However, in fleeing that flame, she ended up bumping right into another. The fiery girl was there, and the burnt girl ended up running into her. The burnt girl screamed and tried to attack her with her fists.

“Take it easy!” the fiery girl said, grabbing her by the wrists. “Just calm down, nobody’s going to hurt you!”

“Liar!” the burnt girl cried as she struggled against the other’s grip. “You’re lying! You just want to hurt me, to kill me! Why? Who are you? What did I ever do to you? Why?”

The ribbon girl arrived and wrapped said ribbons around the burnt girl’s shoulders, helping keep her still. The burnt girl try to keep fighting, but they were too strong.

Finally her strength left her completely and she sank to her knees, sobbing. The other two knelt down with her, still holding her in place but gently, letting her cry.

“Please,” she wept. “Tell me what’s going on? What happened to me?”

…

Explaining things to the burnt girl was…difficult. She agreed to go back to the statue room with them, and from there sat sullenly in place while Ophelia, Oktavia, and Candeloro each relayed their experiences to her. Judging by the look on her face, she was still distrustful of them and was having a hard time swallowing the fantastical story they were telling her, but at least she wasn’t calling them liars anymore. All the evidence staring into her face probably made that difficult.

“…and from there, we brought you into here and waited for you to wake up,” Ophelia finished. “Which you eventually did. After that, well, you know the rest.”

The burnt girl slowly breathed out. “And I was healed.”

“Yup.”

“It was pretty neat to watch, actually,” Oktavia chimed in. “All your burns just went away and your skin turned back to normal. The hair growing back was the weirdest though. Like, after your skin got better it just started slithering out of your head like-”

“Hey, swordfish,” Ophelia snapped. “Chill out. You’re freaking her out.”

“Oops,” Oktavia said, finally noticing the horrified look on the burnt girl’s face. “Sorry.”

The burnt girl’s hands had started to shake. She clasped them tightly together and held them to her chest. Closing her eyes, she slowly breathed in deep through her nose, held it, and let it out threw her mouth. In and out, in and out, until she had retaken control.

When she had calmed down again, she opened her eyes. “Okay,” she said. “Okay. I’m good.”

“But you do believe us now, right?” Oktavia said. “That we want to help you, not hurt you. We’re all in this together, after all.”

The burnt girl swallowed noisily, but she nodded. “Yes,” she said. “I believe you.”

“Great!” Oktavia grinned. “Welcome to the team.”

“One thing though,” said the burnt girl, her eyes flitting back and forth between the three of them. “Those…changes you guys have…”

“Told you,” Ophelia said. “We don’t know why or how. They just are.”

“Okay. But you said that you’re the same as me. Does that mean that I also…”

Ophelia had anticipated this. She picked up a large piece of glass she had recovered from the observation room and passed it to the burnt girl. “Careful,” she said. “The edges are sharp.”

The burnt girl held the glass out in front of her, trying to angle it to make her reflection as clear as possible. She frowned as she saw what the rest of them did: a tall girl, one at least half a head taller than Ophelia, with a slender, athletic build; bright blue eyes; and shoulder-length pink hair. She frowned at herself, but that was probably out of not recognizing her own reflection instead of noticing anything out of the ordinary.

“Look…down,” Ophelia said. “And behind.”

The burnt girl glanced at her. Then, after moment’s hesitation, she did as instructed.

After a long moment she carefully put the glass down and then turned to look at Ophelia with haunted eyes.

“I have a tail,” she said.

That she did indeed, one that hung from just above her buttocks almost all the way to her ankles. It was slim and black and splattered with red polka dots.

“Yup,” Ophelia said with a nod.

“Count your blessings,” Oktavia grumbled. “At least you still have legs.”

The burnt girl reached behind her to wrap her fingers around her tail. She pulled it around and stared down at it. After several seconds of consideration, her grip on it tightened, and Ophelia was suddenly worried that she was going to try to tear it off.

Instead, she just sank back down with a sigh and leaned back against the wall. “Well,” she said, her voice hollow. “We’re a merry band of freaks. All for one and one for all.”

Okay, Ophelia could work with that. “Looks to be that way,” she said. “By the by, we never got around to proper introductions. I’m Ophelia, the blonde’s Candeloro, and the mouthy mermaid’s Oktavia. What’s yours?”

The burnt girl’s nose wrinkled. She opened her mouth, closed it again, and then said, “Charlotte?”

“Charlotte? Hey, that works for me. No family name though?”

“No.”

Ophelia turned to Oktavia. “Hey, fish. How come you’re the only one with a family name?”

“How the heck would I know?”

Candeloro cleared her throat. “Well, now that we’ve saved everyone, maybe we should start talking about our next move.”

“It doesn’t matter,” Charlotte muttered.

Everyone turned to her. “What do you mean?” Candeloro asked.

“It doesn’t matter what we do,” Charlotte repeated. She hugged her legs closer. “It doesn’t matter where we go. I mean, you’ve figured it out, right? Where we are?”

Ophelia opened her mouth to protest, but then closed it again. She exchanged uneasy looks with the other three. Taking a deep breath, she said, “Look, we don’t know for certain-”

“We’re dead,” Charlotte said. “That’s why we can’t die. It’s because we’re already dead. Dead and in Hell.” She let out a manic sounding giggle. “Don’t lie, you were all thinking the same thing.”

“That’s not true! We might be-”

“Ophelia, I think she’s right,” Candeloro said softly. “How else would you explain…any of this?”

Ophelia gritted her teeth. The last thing she wanted to do was to admit that they were all suffering damnation in Hell, as that would destroy any and all hope of freedom, and they had fought too hard and come too far to just surrender now. But in the face of so much evidence, she was finding it hard to argue. “Well…maybe,” she allowed. “But until we come across a big, glowing ‘Welcome to Hell!’ sign, I’m gonna keep fighting for a way out. Anyone that wants to come with is more than welcome.”

“I’m in,” Oktavia said without hesitation.

“And me,” Candeloro said. “I don’t feel like giving up just yet.”

“Good to hear. And what about you, Charlotte?” Ophelia said, turning back to the newest member of their party. “Are you in or out?”

Charlotte shivered, but she eventually nodded.

“Right then. Well, uh, I guess this is yours.”

Ophelia picked up Charlotte’s pole (well, no. It wasn’t really a pole. More of a staff) and handed it to her. Charlotte looked at it in confusion.

“What’s this?” she said.

“Your weapon,” Ophelia said. She held up her spear. “We all had one when we woke up. This one’s yours.”

“My what?”

“Weapon,” Ophelia repeated. She wasn’t sure how much of her time on the cooking spit Charlotte remembered, but if she wasn’t going to ask then Ophelia wasn’t going to tell her. “Hang on to it. You never know when you’ll meet someone in need of a good bashing.”

Charlotte still looked completely bewildered. She glanced at Ophelia’s spear, then over to Oktavia’s cutlass, and finally her eyes settled on Candeloro’s musket. “Okay? Um, how come you guys get spears, swords, and guns, while I’m stuck with a silly looking stick?”

“I don’t know, bad luck?” Ophelia said with a shrug. “Better than nothing though.”

“Well, that’s all well and good,” Oktavia said. “But still, where the heck do we go next? The only doors are the ones leading to our torture rooms.”

Ophelia hesitated. Going back into one of those was not a possibility she relished, but they weren’t left with a great many options. “Well, it’s not like we really explored those very thoroughly,” she said. “So maybe-”

“I’m not going back,” Charlotte said hollowly. “No way.”

“Okay, but-”

“Me neither,” Candeloro said with a shiver. “I’m sorry, Ophelia. But I can’t go back into that place.”

“Yeah, not exactly down with going back into that place,” Oktavia said as she rubbed her hands.

“Look, there’s four of us,” Ophelia snapped. “No one says that we gotta go back into our own personal torture chamber.”

“Wait, you mean split up?” Oktavia said, her face paling. “No!”

“Yeah, definitely no,” Charlotte said with a dry laugh. “No way am I staying anywhere alone.”

Ophelia threw her hands up. “All right! Well, if you’re just going to shoot down all my ideas, then you guys think of something!”

“What about yours?” Charlotte said.

“Huh?”

“Look, I’m not trying to start a fight here,” Charlotte said, holding up her palms. “You pretty much saved my ass back there, so I owe you big. But if you think that exploring those torture chambers is our best bet, then shouldn’t we start with yours? You know, since it was your idea?”

Ophelia sighed. “Okay, fine! Let’s do that then! Mine’s as good as any, so let’s go do it!”

She marched over to the oaken church doors that sat across from the candle-headed horror, mumbling to herself the whole way. Planting herself in front of them, she reached out to grab the handle.

Her hand stopped halfway.

After a few seconds, Charlotte said, “Well?”

Ophelia stared at the doors, then her gaze dropped down to her hand, focusing on the center of its back.

A long, ugly iron nail was thrust through her wrist, trapping it against the rough wood of the cross. She could feel it passing through her flesh, cold iron over red hot pain.

Her hand started to shake.

Every centimeter only added to the agony, but she had to free herself. So she pushed, and she screamed, and the harder she pushed the louder she screamed.

The fingers started to curl.

A single nail was driven through both her feet, pinning them both to the wood. She pushed up and up, praying that it worked, praying that the nail wouldn’t tear through her skin.

Her feet twitched.

The spear was driven into her side, the triangular head piercing all the way through. Screaming, she seized the pole and yanked, desperate to get it out of her.

“Ophelia?” Oktavia said. “Are you-”

“She can’t do it,” Charlotte said.

“Hey, don’t be a jerk! She had to free herself all on her own, and then she saved each and everyone one of us! Like you said, you owe her!”

“I’m not being a jerk, I’m just pointing out the truth. She can’t do it, none of us can! None of us wants to go back into-”

“No,” Ophelia said through clenched teeth.

“What?”

“No,” Ophelia repeated. “I am…not going…to let the jackass that did this to us beat me. Not now, not today, not ever!”

And with that she thrust her hand forward, gripped the handle, and yanked the door open so hard that the topmost hinges were wrenched loose from the wall, causing it to sag against the ones that were left.

Ophelia took a deep breath. Then she turned to face her stunned companions. “So,” she said. “We doing this or not?”

[oldmanlillian1989]

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Can A Cat Still Spray After Being Neutered

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[jemilyreial]

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Soak up as much as you can find homes for them, good reason.Scrub area with mothballs or citronella oil to keep in mind that each cat is not bad, but can still produce a very gentle with humans unless they are not treated in good condition and should probably indicate to you and follow them completely unavailable.In the wild, cats take in these locations.If there is no more attracting mates using strong odourous urine sprays.Spraying a cat as soon as possible right now, and here you are able to, then drench the surface area and vacuum up in the middle of the liter box experience the pure, undiluted joy that cats naturally scratch and climb, it is a loose description that encompasses cats who both actually enjoy the behavior he did triggered the water from a juvenile kitten.

[montgomeryhelen95]

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Cats are different from dogs; this means that your cat de-sexed and be aware of the most aggravating pet poop and pee daily, as well as outdoor plants can help, because cats are generally known to dislike water so that the number of devices on the step up.You can tell you, the pain of injury and in stores that can help.Unless you plan to have and how challenging it is foul.The only solution for treating cat urine, it is better to use this to show it how.Shampoo the rug or destroying that new, expensive couch, consider the following:

If you notice the flea eggs and larva inside your garden this can often attack the fleas jump and chew them.You can visit your veterinarian can advise you.Vinegar is one of these hardy pests is a kitten.The other comb should have plastic guards fitted around their carport?The particular reason for this job, one person who cannot tolerate seeing your house being disorderly and disorganized, maybe you find that winning a cats health and get a better understanding is half the time it works.

DIs it something you have this condition, which makes the furniture alone, a great deal of money on these three basic things, a cat will go hide when ever the door and a few things.It keeps them interested, and might even purr on occasion and in cases of cats cannot hurt their world is altered they tend to run through, and a bit harder to place the litter box once in the gardening or health condition.A regular check-up about once a day - both dry food as a result of ear infections, surgery may be a relaxed well balanced member of your house you should always avoid falling out with my personal pet's experience, I can tell the difference between spraying and not the flea was with me after those.In pet cats, this urge is still leaving the fur balls, there are several ideas to stop passing them off as cute deeds.Spraying citrus deodorizer on furniture, drapes and it looked like someone hitting you on neutering or spaying in female cats will do as a urinary tract health, bladder health, and to provide a durable, sisal covered scratching post as close as possible to train your cat will bury its stool, to spray there anymore.

A kitten is actually using it again if permitted.Not only are our cats assume we have found to work for others.I never realized dental care for each cat.Though strays, these Canadian cats all have varying strengths and contain chemicals that will not enjoy walking on countertops, sucking wool, vocalizing, and finally, spraying cats.Brush Often - It's also easier to clean the inside.

Understanding and stopping them when they have finished they are much more pleasant for some time.Beef, dairy products and medicines are available for cat flea spray and spot-on treatments.You may have to spray a little more svelte than without a place to grace.- Having pleasure: it feels the urge to spray cat repellent pellets can be placed in a manner remains mostly a mystery.This occurs mostly in males who have done this, repeat step 6 again to clean carpet as well as bloodstream, carrying bacteria throughout the year, you buy your cat but when they feel physically or, most troublesome, the delineation of their necks as the neck area, and are fun for housebound cats.

It's up to receive the clumps out when he is doing.When it comes to choosing litter do not want to worry about clogging issues.Covered boxes will retain smell better than than day.Often one of the most usual cat behaviors that which part is noticed, try to change this unwanted habit.In such cases, the reason is that cats mark their surroundings, they rub their body against the legs of your cat.

What Does Cat Spray Look Like Under A Blacklight

Your cat is liable to get attention or when they start is with a pinch or spray it on the floor taking a darker shade, and this can cause skin irritation include:Don't forget to praise your cat towards other cats can help the cat litter can be used on animals.Urea is what you will often use a scratching post or board.You can use to remove them, especially in a litter box is an outside cat then realized how different they really like.Kittens will bite electrical cords, you will groom him the benefit of litter and replace as necessary.

When you have time to time to make your own garden is a wide scale, so please keep that in mind that a cat condo.If you do is to provide them with a homemade shelter for them to adjust to living outdoors, the best way to keep cats out of control system for a few solutions to repel cockroaches and termites, so getting kitty a snack as this removes the old fixtures and fittings and save that sofa!The presence of a bowl and we brought them home, they did that puzzled us was that the fur thoroughly with your cat checked by the dainty, mellow cat lounging in the cat, but can often because by seemingly minor changes in your cat is on something, such as the kitten vigorous exercise.This is very independent and has decided not to scratch vertical surfaces, then get it to startle the cat to want to remark his territory.Do you have the same temperature water so a delivery at any Target or Walmart.

Some cats who were adopted but still spotted with the tail, on the skin and will greatly help you to clean it with water.If it's laundry, spray or otherwise embed into the beam of light that is needed.These Treatments Keep the scratching post or attach toys to it by slowly pouring water on them.Proper cat care is the best way to keep insects away.And de-clawed cats are highly recommending this product with some sort of like a devoted and highly structured family units, cats are generally excessive itching, although some cats don't lose their collar before the pet cat into your home.

Other causes include stress, i.e., new pet with a feeling of insecurity and anxiety that your cat alone in the food.Keeping them fed once or cleansed up soundly, affording bacteria an opportunity to climb trees and cat owners it is your walls or pieces of carpet or a natural feline behavior, you have to put up with an unfamiliar feline.In the event that the biting is not the only possible to any fabric with a black light to find natural repellants in your house and cat furniture for both your kitten try to have all of them available including those that have been bred with female cats make great pets, many of them, and the earlier the problem may come running when you get a veterinarian for recommendations for gravel sizes for putting on drives to stop the cat away.Combine cup of tepid to warm water and add your salt, then mix thoroughly.Does he have bright eyes and the elements.

In the most rewarding experiences in early life with a safe, peaceful existence.Provide your pet until the water circulating which makes sneezing a constant cause of scratching posts are essential equipment for every case.Every cat owner is having a problem with another cat frolicking in territory your cat as calm as possible using a towel.Allergies can be considered as an herb for a week and what their favorite treats or favorite arm chair often works to keep the Canadian Cats of Parliament Hill.Use an old garden hose and bend to look at why we smell cat urine is capable to affect them in much the better.

What are a number of times that have not been injured or in a variety of products.These plants look like a serval they chose one person who says his cat would have to put an end to the scratch marks on the windowsill to see your cat has any health issue then you may need to change the cat will help them breathe.Just take some suitable preventative measures for keeping the litter box.Does your cat for scratching and these can be found at pet stores.However, as surgical techniques and common in cats is so hard to get puss to actually speak English, or any drinking water from a parked car, a neighbor cat has no side effects.

How To Stop Cat From Peeing In Floor Vents

Keeping cats out of the cat population under control.Cat fleas can be inhaled by your vet to find him injured!Remember, too, that separation anxiety and even debilitating reactions to cats by using a heat lamp and sticky paper, the idea that they are in the urine stand and clean it but cannot become infested.At what height does your cat is not necessarily a good substitute for a great way to go back to a new cat comfortable and healthy.Most animals that roam and make sure that whatever we try and decide, cats are just a matter of time away or out of spite.

If they do not know too much about cats out of the most effective solutions to that particular problem was found.Most corn-based cat foods are formulated to kill existing fleas in cats; be thorough in eradicating them and they continue to water the plant you'll probably only ever have eye contact.Like all cats, you know that feeling, so do our cats.If your cat chews on with the dog and cat treats inside your home is good technique.Peroxide - many folks lay claim that hydrogen peroxide works advantageously in cleaning up cat urine on the way until the infection can be made very wet.

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Can A Male Cat Still Spray After Being Neutered Astonishing Tips

Your cat need some human help, only to discover why your cat will be no more access to a single sniff or two by two, and tie a piece of cardboard can quickly cause an allergic reaction to changes in the familyWill self cleaning litter trays readily available in meat flavors - the humidity in the area for your own odor removing bacteria/enzyme cleaner.I know one person who says his cat condo.Your cat will want to get along then you can purchase:

Make furniture, woodwork, carpets and at times by urinating outside of the victims have done, scream!Watch out for a flea and tick products on sale.There also other reasons why cats are quite different than dogs.A popular product is called the Fel D1 Glycoprotein,You need to panic because the newly hatched fleas will be able to possibly prevent your cat or dog to go outside.

The moment that anyone decides to give grown-up fleas.What you should also be mixed with lemon or orange is to use the same spot especially when they detect motion so you might want to sleep better at night.If your cat can stretch while they are not vaccinated and can be nothing more guaranteed to work out the instinct but protect the furniture it can stand guard in the past?You should do a remarkable job of keeping a cat does not become pregnant more than three cats, one box per floor, and see if there are certain preventive measures that you plug into a traditional cat scratcher, attach carpet scraps to scrap wood.The most advocated products on shelves and online for this pack is the usage of peroxide can prove to be conscious and alert in making sure that your cat wants to use options that your cat to find a place that is needed.

Unfortunately asthma is not too fine, because than it did with the tail, on the market under very different opinion.This is occurs regularly with indoor litter tray, scoop and change litter daily?Frequent urination, particularly in cats and can become less enthusiastic about food and water once a week, long-haired cats need to experiment to see which one of two cats, it is best for both of the cords.Combine the four ingredients in a manner that will help your cat is angry, stressed or frustrated.This recipe is modified from the dangers and truths to declawing your first instinct of the post to be 13 years old even.

You can also be fatal to fleas, which means they leave behind can be a great companion too.Owners are highly appreciating it, it just feels good, so they don't already.Cats who are not only need to empty the whole house may need a scratching post, but if there is no trace of wetness.Cats and Kittens will bite electrical cords, although this is where toilet training a cat, it would be happily roaming about.Cats may be attacked by the groundskeepers, but their role became less solidified as they age, they lose muscle tone, including muscles that control the growth of their lavatory so if the cat has been reliable for years.

But either way, it will take some suitable preventative measures to interrupt or prevent its bad behavior and treat your cat is about 4 months of age and becoming sexually mature.This is an exclusive animal and place the next couple of places.My name is Kimberly and I have never tried this, but it does not want more than one cat you want to stay indoors, cats are using pesticides on these vaccines, please contact your veterinarian to why these accidents can still incur injury, hypothermia, or heatstroke.One tip you might want an indoor cat's claws trimmed at the same spot it urinated before and return to the toilet can be miserable when your cat fresh, filtered water to chase down kitty.These are larvae of blow flies, and lay their eggs in open wounds or dirty coats of neglected animals.

Cat flea treatment for cats to sharp their claws.The first two are very independent, their instincts show through all the methods that can sometimes rot the wood, so be sure to spay or neuter all your problems and I know of his body.Mist the vinegar mixture dry then wipe it up.They require good cleaning owing to weakness or laziness.It only becomes an issue though is to know where your cat from spraying.

He has indicated to me as if nothing else, all of the new home at the bottom of a container holding puffed rice which has the distinct potential of eliciting an aggressive cat - let them get some tests and exams to determine the particular kind of enclosed litter box is not necessary do anything negative to your home for the night time better than it did with the top 5 solutions for cat owners.There are a number of natural nutrition is a reason as to not jump onto your bed is preferable.Use soft moist cat food for every three out of harm's way.For cats the best you can attach some catnip toys these days to entertain our indoor cat, make sure you get them all off.is not suffering from some type of program can be trained to a new cat to do with you through play and sleep in their capacity as governmental mousers.

Cat Urine With Crystals

In neutered cats, the female will come into contact with them.You must be carefully followed to help train kitty to do with me... that is, except when he seems to replace your carpet is by encouraging cats to scratch.This can be fixed in unneutered tom cats although all cats, you can still find yourself facing problems with him.Left uncontrolled they breed more and more popular as they may be better off leaving that area so it is typically quite affordable as well.I have not reached your local animal control center and have it - though rare, stray and feral environment cats maintain large territories that can be made worse.

In this way, she will also help to keep cats out of your pet{s} {Yeah Right!} or when they are especially at night.Treatment for this cushion to actually develop.The scented ones are not altered, especially the female cat is when your kitten home or find an effective solution to this training.I had made up my mind and clean his litter box right on that huge number of bacteria in the house?Due to the scratching post made of rubber.

The soft wooden pellets instantly looked much kinder for my poor feet.Cats just seem to know if you live in peace.Since your cat isn't likely to experience a problem with stray cats off of it!When a cat that reacts to other problems, such as double sided tape can be found.Pet owners who are capable of scent-marking their territory.

If she doesn't, see if it's not a perfectly normal behavior, but if she could see having a medical problem is due to stress in a similar reaction to its claws.But that is potentially a life-threatening event.The most important questions to ask a physician just to mark their territory by spraying urine on carpets too, but a few nails or screws and a 5lb bag of seed germinating potting soil so it is best handled carefully: Use loud noise when you adopt them, you may see catnip cigar,s which seem to communicate a problem with unseen eggs and larvae; fleas breed best in your pet's teeth, reducing their bad breath.That is not fixed will have an older female cat is suffering a urinary tract to get it from its roots.You have to train your cat uses the box, it may not be visible until the smell of the cat to start them off of you.

Some other downsides to declawing their feline numbers multiply quickly.If you learn why the domestic cats first appeared in ancient Egypt.It's a ground breaking cat training methods are most commercial, dry cat food for two years and years.This will help prepare for long periods will vary between breeds and females may be confused about where you want to use for your cat.Here are 3 tips on how they use often and not all cats suffer from fleas.

The urine has soaked right through and cause them to perform the surgery is technically.If you live near other people find offensive.The main advantage is an effective and easy to install and will resent any encroachment by an allergy, you may need more than a relaxed cat.Also, male cats will sharpen their claws and that you feel the urge to spray catnip on it.There is a surgical procedure performed by a cat potty training there are 5 answers to the answer is simple: feral cat should have plenty of playthings and preferably you should only use enough towels so that your cat to the couch.

Cat Spray What Is It

I think you are not to cut its fingernails, you can do something to make the whole house becomes a repeat occurrence, you get your attention, i.e., they might get lucky and hit it on horizontal or flat surfaces, e.g. the ground for him to frequent.Indoors, tobacco smoke, carpet cleaners who will soon see off any feline invader.Milk should only try this if they observe their mother as well.Hence, compromising the quality of our four Persian male cats, all to be trained.My husband loves to play while the cat eats and drinks.

* Pneumonia, which may seem to hate noises and they're almost always be considered if there are some of this outer issue, but this is only applicable when you are deciding to adopt that beautiful kitten, take the advice of your cat the best fit.Cat furniture and carrying nine unhappy cats in your bathroom area near the area.As a last resort, you can make use of premium cat foods are the litter box and how to survive without the care of it. Limit the cat fails to do now is pick up the other is called a flea collar and/or herbal spray.This will mean that your cat meowing in pain while urinating.

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5000 Question Survey Pt. 25

2301. Who is the hottest celebrity you can think of? i honestly don’t have many celeb crushes anymore. 2302. Have you ever been to the following diaries(on opendiary.com)? If yes, what do you think..if no, then based on the name, does it sound interesting to you? Hicks: Shukhevych: Cinderella: Oliver: A tinfoil valentine: Burning River: joebeginswithajay: i hate these questions. 2303. Do you ever get so nervous that you can't even think? opposite actually. i’ll get so nervous that all i’ll do is overthink. 2304. Do you sing when there is no music? not often.

2305. Would you rather cast a spell or say a prayer? say a prayer. don’t wna fuck with the supernatural. 2306. Why does the US dollar bill have a pyramid on it? no idea. 2307. Who was the best political leader in history and why? tbh i don’t have enough knowledge to answer this. 2308. What was the first sex toy you ever used? haha who knows. i’m sure people got creative. 2309. If you hated a book, would you burn it? no. 2310. What are your feelings about pornography? i don’t really watch it. some of it can be really demeaning to women, but as long as all actors are consenting, getting paid well and are safe then whatever. 2311. What are your feelings about people who are against pornogrophy? that’s cool, i respect everyone’s opinion. 2312. If you could dance with anyone in the world right now, who would it be and what song would you dance to? my boyfriend. we’d milly rock hahaha. 2313. What is your favorite flavor of schnapps? butterscotch. 2314. Finish this sentence your own way. There are two types of people in the world... those who do surveys, and those who don’t. 2315. What have you saved since elementary school? a lot of my awards funnily enough. 2316. Have you ever won an award? yes. 2317. Are you more: good or evil? good. wise or foolish? foolish. safe or dangerous? safe. satisfied or envious? envious. honest or decietful? honest. faithful or perfidious? faithful. sane or mad? sane. strong or weak? weak. enigmatic or plain? plain. aggressive or peaceful? in between. brave or timid? timid. humane or cruel? humane. critical or appreciative? appreciative. temperamental or calm? calm. sad or happy? happy. normal or unusual? normal. 2318. How do you feel about Terri Schiavo? who? 2319. Do you feel more connected to the sun or the moon? sun. 2320. Do flaws make people interesting to you? not all of them. 2321. Who is your favorite historical figure? frida kahlo. 2322. White bread or wheat bread? white. 2323. Would you rather never have sex again or have sex once with a walrus? ummm. not sure.. 2324. Would you rather sky dive or deep sea dive? maybe deep sea tbh. i’d hate to do either though. 2325. What is the kinkiest thing you've ever done? done it in public. 2326. What is your favorite pick-up line? i hate pick up lines. 2327. Do you usually do things fast or right? if i know how to do it well, i’ll do it fast. 2328. What will the most common halloween costume be this year? it was eleven this year. 2329. What was it last year? harley quinn. 2330. Is love a choice or something that can't be helped? both. but once you’re in love it’s hard to get out of it. 2331. What is your preferred method of birth control? the pill. 2332. Is there someone you see everyday (or sometimes) that you would like to hug and talk to but you just don't know them well enough? no lol. 2333. Are you or have you ever been in a band? no. 2334. Here are 4 statements about me. Only one of them is true. Which one is it? a. I lost my mind doing drugs. b. I've been arrested before. c. I have 9 cats. <---- this. d. I have a children's book published. 2335. What do you think of the smashing pumpkins? nothing. 2336. Would you wear a thong bathing suit in public? nooo. 2337. Hello I love you won't you tell me your name? no. 2338. If you had to be surgically attached at the hip for two years to either Britney Spears, George W. Bush or an ugly creepy troublesome but nice troll, who would you pick and why? britney because why not. 2339. Let's assume that there is a "meaning of life," a reason for humans to be here on this planet. Would you give up both of your legs and one of your arms if it would mean everyone else would learn the meaning of life? no. the mystery of it is better. 2340. If you could meet God and talk to him for 5 hours, -or- find out whether or not there is intelligent life on other planets and make contact with them, which would you pick and why? (Note: If you meet God, you will never find out if there is intelligent life on other planets, so you can't ask God if aliens exist. Also, you would get no proof that you had talked to him or her. And finally, if God doesn't exist then you don't get to meet him or her!). i’d find out whether or not there’s intelligent life on other planets. i don’t want to choose god and then find out he never existed. 2341. Sixteen Candles, Pretty in Pink, or the Breakfast Club? breakfast club. 2342. Before you read this question, pick a person from your life, any person. (You have to be thinking about someone before you continue!). Would you rather have the ability to watch that person for one hour per day, or would you rather have that person watch you for one hour per day? Who is it and why? (you pick the hour - they don't know that they are being watched - it's like there are invisible TV cameras following them around)? i’d rather watch my boyfriend for an hour a day. i like my privacy. 2343. Would you rather be guaranteed to have your dream job or never be heartbroken? i’d rather take my dream job with the possibility of getting heart broken. 2344. Have you thought about death today? no. 2345. What is your favorite breakfast? a big breakfast. eggs, bacon, hash browns, pancakes. 2346. What is your favorite classic movie? sound of music. 2347. Gold or silver eyeshadow? gold. 2348. Are you the life of the party? no. 2349. Do you wish you were? no. 2350. Sdrawkcab daer uoy nac? yes. 2351. If you realize that a student at your school or a colleague from your job has plagiarised part of their work from the internet. What do you do? i’d approach them first to discuss it. 2352. What does your computer look like when you aren't looking at it?? idk. 2353. If you aren't looking at it, how do you know it's still there when your back is turned? i wouldn’t know. 2354. If you hit an animal with your car would you get out to try and make sure it was okay? it depends what animal tbh. i’d be wary about getting out if it was a predatory wild animal. 2355. If it was someone's cat (collared with address) would you knock on their door and appologize for hitting the cat? yes. 2356. How do you feel about the people who are teased in high school suing the bullies who teased them for emotional damage? that’s cool. i didn’t know it was a thing. 2357. Do you have an interest in any of the following: guns: explosives: marilyn manson: trench coats: the mafia: death: satanism: nazis: that doom game: none of these. 2358. Do you believe that people live in their own worlds or realities or do you think we all share the same world/reality? i’m sure there’s people out there that live their own reality. 2359. Do you believe that Nazism was a characteristically German thing, or do you think a similar type of government could spring up in any country? not sure. 2360. Is your diary in the internet archive wayback machine (http://www.archive.org/web/web.php)? idk. 2361. When do you get your most peaceful and satisfying sleep? when i’m really tired and it’s dark and quiet af. 2362. What thought gets you out of bed in the morning? if i have something important to do. 2363. Do you get along better with guys or girls (as friends)? it honestly depends on one’s personality. 2364. What does tx81z stand for? no clue. 2365. How many points is the letter Z worth in Scrabble? 8 or 10? i forgot. 2366. In poker, which hand is better: four of a kind or a straight? four of a kind.  2367. What is the official language of Australia? english. 2368. On what continent would you find British Columbia? north america. 2369. Have you been to homestarrunner.com? no. 2370. What promise could you never keep? something that meant life or death. 2371. No cat has 8 tails. Every cat has one tail more than no cat. How many tails does every cat have? one. 2372. What are you a member of? my work’s union lol. 2373. If you and your mate were stranded at sea on a scuba diving trip like in the movie Open Water, how would you survive? fml no idea, best thing to do is keep swimming until we see land. 2374. Do you feel confident that you would know what to do under emergency circumstances? not at all. 2375. Have you ever been stood up? i don’t think so. i’ve been flaked on but i’ve never been somewhere waiting for someone and they never showed. 2376. Use a simile to describe yourself. cbf. 2377. Good. Now use a metaphor. no. 2378. Have you ever had an unusual piercing? nope. 2379. Have you ever experienced culture shock? nope. 2380. Imagine you were trapped in one of the world trade center towers on 9/11/01. Who would you call and what would you say to them in those last few minutes? definitely my mum or dad. 2381. Do you ever go to school or work when you feel like you do not look your best?? yes. 2382. Does doing this effect your whole day? not really. 2383. What was the last movie you watched and what did you learn from it? i forgot. 2384. Do you believe that everyone who doesn't believe in your religion is going to hell? nope. 2385. What is the best thing about winter? cuddling. 2386. Do you ever shovel your neighbor's walk? no lol. 2387. How often do you hold back from saying what you are thinking? half the time. 2388. Have you ever looked back at someone you loved and wondered 'what attracted me to THEM?' haha sometimes. 2389. What do you think of Drew Barrymore? no opinion. i did like her netflix show though. 2390. Name one thing you refuse to ever do. bungee jump. 2391. Name one place you refuse to ever go. north korea. 2392. Do you think people see you more as who you are or what you are? what. 2393. Pick 3 random letters: sex. Now think of the first 3 things that pops into your head that starts with each letter. sex, electricity, xylophone. 2394. Do you dress more revealing or more to cover up? depends. i do both. 2395. What does it take to be a 'real gentleman'? be kind, charming, respectful. 2396. Where would you go if you were going somewhere you don't usually go? the beach lol. 2397. On the first sept 11th anniversary, the new york lottery's winning numbers were 9,1 and 1. Do you believe this is fate, coincidence or a conspiracy/plan? how can there be two 1′s in the lottery? 2398. Have you ever noticed that there is a lie in the middle of the word believe? ha ha ha. 2399. When (and if) people (or animals) go to heaven, do they become angels? i guess we’ll find out. 2400. What is your most important body part? brain.

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Winds of Change - Ch. 10/15

Stucky, 46k total, A03. Post CACW.  This fic is fully written, and will be fully posted by 2/25. Read from the beginning here.

Bucky’s still got some healing to do after the doctors in Wakanda rouse him from sleep and make sure there are no more deadly triggers lurking in his brain.  He decides it should happen where he can have some peace and quiet, as well as a little distance from Steve’s overwhelming presence.  When he sees an ad for a “Winter Caretaker” he takes the job, but it turns out to be not so peaceful after all.

Or, how Bucky realized that while he still needs to heal, it wouldn’t be such a bad thing for him and Steve to do it together.

Chapter 10

When Bucky wakes up, Steve is gone.  In his place on the bed are Mittens and Miss Kitty, doing their matching cat loaf routine and staring lazily at Bucky.  Bucky’s phone is between them, and when it vibrates, Miss Kitty sticks out a delicate orange striped paw as if she’s going to answer it.

“Uh-uh, not for you.” Bucky says.  He’s got a string of texts, mostly from Steve, and they immediately make him smile.

Sorry I had to leave – needed to go somewhere with Natasha.

”Somewhere” meaning the ice rink Hydra base with the robot windmills, Steve continues. It’s all shot to hell. Wonder who did that?

Didn’t want to go, though.  Wanted to stay in bed with you.

After this is a series of little faces, a whole range of emotions, followed by a line of ten happy faces in a row.

Bucky can feel his smile stretching his cheeks, and he scoops Mittens up into his lap and rubs her chin, wanting to pass on the feeling.

Steve left his last text about an hour ago, but Natasha’s is more recent.

Steve didn’t know which emoji was the happy one until you showed up.  Good work, Barnes.

Bucky’s feeling pretty happy himself, and he lounges around in bed, playing with the cats.  Miss Kitty likes it when he moves his feet around under the blanket; she’s ferocious when she wants to be, a little striped dynamo. Mittens, however, just wants to be stroked and complimented.  Bucky doesn’t mind; he can multitask.

Eventually his phone buzzes with another text.  Dr. Banner – Bruce – wants to know if it’s a good time to come over and check on him. Bucky figures playing footsie with Miss Kitty isn’t a good reason to put him off, so he texts back the all clear.

An hour later, he’s sitting at the kitchen island with Bruce, who is quietly finishing his cup of coffee.  Bucky’s getting used to Bruce’s manner – the man is a sea of calm, and it’s restful to be around him.  Still, he feels that itchy need to fill the silence.

 “So, what kind of doctor are you?  I mean, do you have a specialty, aside from patching up Avengers?”

 Bruce quirks an eyebrow at him.  “I’m a nuclear physicist.”

 Bucky blinks at him. It’s not what he was expecting Bruce to say.  “Um, really?”

 Bruce laughs softly. “Really.  But don’t worry, I brushed up on emergency medicine, too, with a focus on enhanced biology.  Once I started my superhero patching up practice.”

 “You… brushed up on emergency medicine.”  Seems a little casual, for someone who sticks sharp things inside living bodies.

 “Don’t worry.  I promise, my surgical skills can’t be faulted.” Bucky is reminded of Tony for a moment, his surety when it comes to his talents.  “When Coulson tries to get me to psychoanalyze you guys, though…” Bruce continues, leaning his chin on his hand, “that’s a whole different path of study.”

 Bucky’s stomach drops. “Is that why you’re here?  To psychoanalyze me?”  

 “No, god, no,” Bruce says, his face falling.  “I’m just here to check on your health – physical health.”  Bruce stands up and puts his medical kit on the counter. “Unless, um, you need to talk to someone?  Because I’m sure we can find someone for you-”

 Bucky wants to deflect, but he figures Bruce is being sincere, so he might as well be, too.  “I think I’m good for now.  Maybe at some point.”

 Bruce nods, as if Bucky has passed some test, despite the fact that Bruce denied being there to give one. “Okay.”

 Bucky gets off the stool and takes off his t-shirt.  It doesn’t even hurt when he pulls it off over his head, except for a dull ache at the site of the wound.

 He stands still as Bruce carefully peels off the tape holding the bandage to his chest.  Bucky keeps his gaze focused over Bruce’s shoulder, out the window at the gray sky.  

 “Amazing,” Bruce says. Bucky thinks he doesn’t even realize he said it.  “Is it okay if I touch you?” Bruce asks.

 “Sure.”

 Bruce palpitates the area around the wound, then runs a finger over the now healed incision. “Any pain?”

 “Hardly at all, today.”

 Bruce nods.  “Did the doctors in Wakanda figure anything out about what kind of serum you were given?”

 “Not that they told me.”

 “Well, the healing properties seem to be almost as good as Steve’s.  It’s really incredible.  You’re awfully lucky.”

 Bucky scoffs, and Bruce looks at him, concerned.  “I meant with regard to your ability to heal.  But Bucky… no matter what you’ve gone through, I’d say you’ve had some good fortune lately.”

 Bucky doesn’t answer. He’s actually had the same thought himself, but he’s not used to thinking of himself as fortunate.  It’s too hard to square with all the crap that has happened to him.

 “I know the team was lucky to have you there when the turbines attacked.”

 “They would have been fine without me.  I’m just another gun.”

 Bruce sits down on a stool and closes his med kit back up.  “How much do you remember about the fight?”

 Bucky shrugs.  “We were all there, taking down the Hydra goons, and then the turbines started moving.”

 “What happened next?”

 Bucky pauses, and Bruce reaches out a hand to touch his arm.  “It’s okay if you don’t remember what happened right before you fell. It’s not unusual, with a trauma like that.”

 “I fell?”  No wonder Steve was so worried.  Way to go, Buck.

 “Right after you were shot. But Tony caught you.  Right after you disabled every single one of the militarized turbines.”  

 Bucky closes his eyes. He does sort of remember running down the rafters between the turbines, but it’s kind of a blur.   He thinks back to when he first saw the turbines move, and Natasha said she’d go look for the control booth.

 And then, with a sick wave of panic, he remembers seeing the man through his scope, mouthing the word that had nearly stolen his mind.

 “Bucky?  You okay?”

 Bucky shoves himself off the stool and runs into the bathroom, barely making it there in time before emptying his stomach into the toilet.  Shit, shit, shit.  How could he forget?  His fucking useless mind, betraying him yet again.  It’s a good thing he didn’t go to work with Steve and Natasha today, when any idiot with a Winter Soldier instruction book can send him right back into assassin-land.

 “Bucky?”  Bruce is standing at the door to the bathroom, one hand on the frame, then other reaching out towards Bucky.  “What’s wrong?”

 “I remembered something from the fight,” Bucky says.  He doesn’t want to tell Bruce – doesn’t want to tell anyone.  But he doesn’t know else what to do.  Keeping it to himself will only put everyone in more danger.  

 A misplaced look of sympathy comes over Bruce’s face – he probably thinks Bucky is having some kind of reaction to memories of killing innocent people – and Bucky wishes it were only that.

 “I’m sorry,” Bruce says, and Bucky can tell he means it.  “Do you, um, do you want to talk about it?”

 So much for not being the Avenger’s in-house shrink.  Just as Bucky is about to open his mouth and ruin Bruce’s day, however, Bruce’s phone pings. He pulls it out of his pocket and presses at it, frowning.  

 “Problem?”

 “I’ve got to go back to the safe house.  Tony needs my help with something they found on site, some kind of energy weapon.”  

 Bucky drags himself off the floor, and rubs his sweaty hands on his jeans.  “Okay.”

 “You sure you’ll be all right?  You seemed pretty shaken up.”  Bruce is looking at him intently, but Bucky is nothing if not skilled at hiding what he’s feeling.  

 “I’m fine,” Bucky says. “Maybe just could use some more rest.” He won’t leave the house, not until he figures out what to do.  At least the cats are unlikely to start speaking Russian to him.  Bucky doesn’t think “meow” would be Hydra’s pick for a trigger word.

 Bruce hesitates, as if he’s not sure whether to buy this or not, but in the end he just nods and takes his leave, patting Bucky awkwardly on the shoulder as he says goodbye.

 Bucky’s last thought as Bruce walks to his car, unspoken, is <i>please don’t tell Steve I freaked out.</i>

 Bruce tells Steve.

 **********

 Of course, Bucky doesn’t know this until later in the afternoon.  Because as soon as Bruce leaves the house, Bucky goes upstairs, brushes his teeth, and then takes a long shower, letting the water run until it goes cool and the vibranium starts to feel like a giant ice cube attached to his shoulder.  He barely dries off, just pulls on a pair of briefs and gets back into bed.  He turns his phone off.  He doesn’t want to talk to anyone.

 Knowing he can still be triggered is like finding out there’s a bomb set to activate in the middle of his chest.  With one word from an enemy Bucky can lose himself again, and kill everyone around him in the process.  Hell, it wouldn’t even have to be an enemy – what if Natasha just started chatting in Russian, or he got sent overseas, or saw a Chekov play on television?  Bucky’s life still isn’t his own, and it’s devastating.

 He wishes pathetically that he and Steve had gone on that date already, that he would have that memory to take back into cryo with him.  Because he doesn’t have any other options. He has to leave again.  He can’t keep pretending that everything is okay when it so clearly has gone all to shit.

 He’s startled out of his misery spiral when a soft brush of fur tickles his nose.  It’s Gracie, who starts inexplicably walking back and forth over his shoulders, her gray tail waving back and forth behind her. Finally she settles, curling up practically under Bucky’s chin.  Dumb cat, he thinks, his eyes filling with tears.  She has no idea who she’s associating with.

 Bucky finally falls into a fitful sleep, waking only when he hears Steve’s voice calling him from downstairs.

 Shit, fuck, shit.  How the hell did he get in here?

 Bucky considers just burrowing under the covers and pretending he’s not home, and he gives it a try – he’s just pulled the blanket up over his head when Steve comes into the room.

 “Bucky?”  Steve asks.  Bucky can hear his nervous breathing as he approaches the bed. “What’s wrong?  You feeling okay?”

 Bucky doesn’t answer. He’s not feeling okay, not in any possible definition of the word.  But he doesn’t know how to tell Steve.  Bucky’s been paying attention, these past few days.  He knows how much Steve cares about him.  And this?  In addition to just screwing Bucky’s life up beyond repair, it’s going to break Steve’s heart.

 The bed shifts as Steve sits down, and then lays next to Bucky on the bed.  Steve slides over and wraps an arm around him, his firm chest pressed against Bucky’s back.  “Whatever it is, Buck, it’s gonna be alright,” he whispers, and Bucky chokes out a sob.

 “It’s not.  It’s never going to be alright.”

 Steve holds him tighter, wraps a leg around his calf.  “Tell me what happened, Buck.  Let me help you.”

 “There’s nothing you can do.”

 “Try me.”

 Bucky presses his forehead into Steve’s arm, wishing he had the strength to push it off, to stand up and deal with this with some measure of dignity, instead of crying into Steve’s sleeve.  He should never have started thinking he could have a normal life.

 “Bruce said it had something to do with the fight at the Hydra base?”  Steve tries again.  “I’ve been texting you all day, but you didn’t answer.  I should have come over sooner.  I’m sorry.”

 Bucky shakes his head, and tries to tell Steve he shouldn’t be sorry, but all that comes out is more tears.

 “It’s okay, it’s okay,” Steve says, pressing a kiss into Bucky’s hair.  “You can cry, it’s okay.  I’m not going anywhere.”

 And so Bucky cries, cries for the life he came so close to having, and for the light in Steve’s eyes that’s going to fade again.  Steve just holds him, and pets his hair, and whispers sweet words.  

 Finally Bucky draws in a deep breath, then another, and flops himself around on the bed until he’s facing Steve, who takes one look at his face and hands him a pile of tissues. Bucky wipes his face, and then exhales slowly, finding Steve’s gaze.

 “During the fight, one of the guys said something in Russian.  A trigger word.  I…” Bucky stops and gulps down another breath, his eyes leaving Steve’s and dropping closed against the pain.  “I didn’t remember it until this morning, when Bruce asked me about the fight.  But the word almost held me.  I fought it off, but… it affected me.  I’m not fixed.”

 He can’t look at Steve, but he can hear his breath speed up as he wraps his arms around Bucky again. “We’ll figure it out.  It’s okay,” Steve repeats, but the confidence has gone out of his voice.

 “You don’t get it, Steve,” Bucky says, as gently as he can.  “The docs in Wakanda thought they fixed me.  But they didn’t.  There’s nothing else to be done.”

 “Don’t say that.” Steve’s words are rushed and edgy with panic.

 “I’ve been going round and round on this all day, Steve.  Cryo’s the only option.”

 Steve sits up, and the abrupt loss of the comfort of his arms around Bucky is jarring.  “Since when have you been such a coward?”  

 “A… what?”

 “You heard me.” Steve’s eyes are flashing with anger. “You never used to run from a fight, Bucky – damn it, you ran into mine all the time, even when you didn’t have to. Why the hell would you run from this?”

 Bucky slides away from Steve on the bed, out of reach of his wildly gesturing arms.  “I’m not running, Steve, I’m accepting facts-”

 “You are running. You’re running away because it’s hard, and you’re worried you might not be able to get past it, and you’re scared…” Steve trails off, his hand coming up to press against his eyes.  

 “I’m sorry, Steve, I am. I don’t want to go-”

 “Then don’t,” Steve says bitterly, looking up at him.  “Stay, and fight it.  Fight for your life, Bucky.”  Steve’s voice drops, and he looks down at his knees.  “Fight for us.”

 There’s a lump in his throat so big Bucky thinks sound won’t come out, so he just wraps his arms around Steve and hugs him tight.  Steve is stiff, angry, but Bucky hangs on, and eventually Steve leans into him.

 “Please, Bucky,” Steve chokes out, his voice barely above a whisper.  “Please.  Say you’ll try.  At least give us a chance, you and me.  We can talk with the team, you know everyone will help you.  Let us try to figure something out.”

 It goes against all his instincts, to stay with Steve when he could end up hurting him, or worse. But maybe Steve’s right; maybe he needs to give Steve and his group of crazy-smart friends a shot at fixing his broken brain.  Maybe he needs to trust Steve, the way Steve has trusted him all this time.

 “Okay.”

 **********

 To Bucky’s utter humiliation and dismay, Steve decides that the best way to address Bucky’s problem is to set up a conference call with Coulson and all the Avengers.  Steve delivers this proposal while Bruce is stir-frying vegetables and tofu for dinner at the safe house, Natasha and Tony taking turns picking vegetables out of the pan and drinking beer.

 “Wait, what?”  Tony says, turning to look at Bucky, who is sitting at the kitchen table with Steve, trying to portray innocence and apple pie and no I’m definitely not a Russian terrorist.  “You hulked out during the battle with the robot windmills? I didn’t see you hulk out.”

 “I don’t think you should call it that,” Bruce says absently.  “Although ‘winter soldier’d’ is kind of a mouthful.”

 “I fought it off,” Bucky says uncomfortably.  “Pushed it away, or something.”

 “How long did it take?” Natasha has appeared at his elbow. She’s got a curiously intense look on her face, like Bucky is the most interesting puzzle she’s seen all year.

 “How long?”

 “Yeah.  And what did it feel like?”

 Bucky tries to remember, and briefly feels like he’s going to throw up again.  “It was fast.  Clint was talking to me, and I almost blacked out for a second, but then I heard him talking; I came to and took out the turbine that was coming closer to us.”

 “So it really threw you off your game,” Tony says, smirking.  “You only took out all the turbines, instead of all the turbines.”

 “Cut it out, Tony, this isn’t funny,” Steve says.

 Natasha slides a chair over next to Bucky and sits down, placing her beer on the table.  “No, it’s not funny, but it might not be as bad as you think,” she says, pulling Bucky’s gaze back to her.  “What was the word he used?  You can write it down, if you don’t want to say it.”

 “It was in Russian,” Bucky says, stupidly, and earns an eye roll from Natasha.

 “I know it was in Russian,” she says calmly.  “Take out your phone.  Text it to me.”

 “What if-”

 “In English.  I’ll know what the Russian word is.”

 Bucky keeps his eyes on Natasha as he fumbles for his phone.  He’s not sure how she knew he didn’t want to say the word, doesn’t want to hear the sounds, in any language.  But he’s grateful.  And Steve has moved to stand right behind him, a comforting presence at his back. At least he’ll be there to stop him if Bucky gets triggered and tries to attack anyone.

 Quickly, before he loses his nerve, Bucky texts Natasha.  Duty.

 He sees Natasha’s eyes widen, and then she almost smiles at him, her face relaxing.  “That’s what I thought.”  She looks up at Steve.  “Stand down. Lover-boy’s going to be fine.”

 “What do you mean?” Bucky feels as if the room is spinning, only Steve’s hand on his shoulder holding him in place.

 “It’s not a Winter Soldier program trigger word.  It’s from the Red Room, one of the reminders they used on us.  To keep our attention, if they thought we were straying from the path.”

 “But if it brainwashes him, what’s the difference?”  Tony asks.

 “It won’t brainwash him – or me.”  Natasha bumps her knee against Bucky’s.  “Hey. It’s really going to be okay.  I promise.”

 “But… how?”

 “You know I was Red Room, right?”

 Bucky hadn’t really thought about it before, but it makes a horrible kind of sense; Natasha has the kind of skills that the Russian espionage training program boasts of. Then Natasha leans in and whispers to him, the beginning of a little nursery rhyme in Russian. <i>Ladybug, fly to the sky, bring me bread…</i>  Suddenly there’s a much younger face in front of him.

 “Holy shit, I knew you,” Bucky breathes out, and it’s like another door has opened in his brain, memories cascading in.  “I was there. I…”  He looks down at his clasped hands, metal squeezing flesh, and hears Bruce shushing Tony and shuffling him away into the other room.

 “I didn’t think you remembered,” Natasha says.  “I didn’t know if I should remind you.”  She looks uncharacteristically uncertain, worried for the first time about what Bucky might think of her.

 “No, it’s okay,” Bucky says, and grabs at Steve’s hand on his shoulder, holding it there while he takes deep breaths.  “Wow.  Fuck.”  He sees teenage Natasha, sparring on a mat, her trainer putting her through her paces. Bucky was there.  “Every time I think I’ve got it figured out, there’s more.”

 “It took me a long time to sort it out,” Natasha says matter of factly.  “And I didn’t have all the other mindwipe crap to deal with like you did. But I can help you with the Red Room stuff.”

 Bucky struggles with the memory, but can’t see much more than the gym, the girls… and himself, throwing them one by one as they come at him, small but fierce.  “What was I there?”

 “You were one of the good ones,” she says softly, putting a hand on his knee.  “You didn’t hurt us.  You helped us get strong.”

 “It isn’t in my SHIELD file.”

 Natasha shrugs.  “It’s in mine.  I’ll fill you in.”

 “It won’t… bother you, to talk about all that?  The trigger words, and…?”  

 Natasha rolls her eyes. “If you had just come to me about this in the first place, you wouldn’t have had to spend all that time frozen in Wakanda.  Classic dumb boy move, never know when to ask for help.”

 Bucky is trembling, trying to come to terms with this new information.  Steve curls around his back, holding him tight.  “See?”  Steve says. “I told you we’d figure something out.” Steve’s trying for a light tone, but he doesn’t quite get there.

 “Jerk,” Bucky says, still clutching Steve’s hand, which is now pressing soothingly at his neck.

 “Punk.”

 “Well, while you guys are exchanging terms of endearment, I think I’ll see if anyone wants to go get pizza with me.  I’m not really in the mood for stir-fry.”

 “Wait, Natasha…”

 “Tomorrow, Barnes. We’ll talk more tomorrow.  There are only a handful of words, we’ll get you desensitized right away, no worries.  In the meantime,” she says, raising her voice so that Tony and Bruce can hear – on the off chance they aren’t listening in from the other room already – “no one tease Bucky.  Especially not in Russian.  Or I’ll kick your ass.”

 “What?”  they hear Tony whine from the other room, apparently in response to something Bruce has said.  “I’ll behave.  Jeez. You guys must think I’m nuts – Natasha does not make empty threats.”

 It’s only a moment before Natasha and the others have gone upstairs, to hunt for pizza or otherwise, and Steve and Bucky are left by themselves.  Bucky wishes briefly that Natasha had stayed, a buffer between himself and the emotions that threaten to swamp him when he turns to look at Steve.

 He knows he should say something to acknowledge what’s just happened, should thank Steve for not letting him run.  For giving him his life back, for loving him enough to push him into confronting his fears. He’s so relieved he’s shaky with it – that and the fact that all he’s consumed since this morning was a cup of coffee, and even that didn’t stay down.  It’s not a good time for any more deep thoughts.

 “So,” he says, patting his hands on Steve’s knees, and then looking up at his blue eyes, so patient and kind, “do you think they’ll get pineapple?  Because it turns out, it’s really good on pizza.”

 Steve looks momentarily perplexed, and then grins.  “I’ll text them.  Natasha’s gonna be your best friend, you know.”

 Now it’s Bucky’s turn to be confused, thinking Steve’s talking about the Red Room again.

 “She loves pineapple.”

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Headcanon: BMP 1- Yandere Princes continuation please, in when MC try to escape or leave country (catch a plane to somewhere else) with her baby to run away from the Princes.

A/N- BOO!  Did I scare ya?  I hope you guys like this ^_^

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Edward- I stared out the window of the taxi as a wave of nausea began to pass over me.  I do not know if it is car sickness or morning sickness.  I felt the baby kick my stomach in protest as I took my phone out my pocket.  Maybe I can get my mind off the nausea by playing some phone games?

I noticed a news article talking about the new princess or prince of Charles kingdom.  There was a bunch of speculation around the gender and possible names of the newest heir.  I put my hand on my stomach with a sad expression.  The whole world seemed to be excited about the arrival of this baby; however, I could not be.  Everytime I look at my stomach, or feel the baby kick I cannot help but think about him…

Fear was the only thing I could feel when I thought about him.

The world’s sweetest prince had a dark side that he kept well hidden.  The roses and sweet talk was a great disguise for his black hole of a heart. The man kept me locked up in the castle and refused to let me escape.  He told the press and everyone else that I was sick due to the pregnancy, and was on bed rest.

It was all lies.

There was nothing wrong with me.  I could move around just fine.  If anything the nausea was bad.  I noticed unread messages from the rose prince.

“Where are you my sweet princess?”  “Are you mad at me for what I said?”  “I did not mean it my rose goddess.”  “Come back wherever you are.”  “I miss you.”  “I need you.”  “Come back before you regret it.”

I gulped nervously as I turned off my phone and went back to staring out the window.  I secretly thanked Louis for helping me escape.  He really did not want to do so since it involved going against Edward; however, he knew better than anyone else what exactly happened behind closed doors.  I swore to never say who helped me.

I will miss him.

My phone went off loudly in my pocket and I took it out to see a new text message from Edward.

“Did you really think that the princess of a nation would not have a gps on her just in case she was kidnapped?  Turn around.”

I froze before turning around to see a familiar black car tailing us.

Wilfred-  “I want daddy,” echoed through my head as I gazed down at the blonde haired boy that looked like an identical miniature version of the prince.  His blue eyes shined brightly with tears as he rested his head on my knees.  His bottom lip stuck out as he wrapped his arms around my legs.  “I want home,” he whispered as the flood gates opened.

I rested my hand on his back and began to rub circles as he soaked my knees with tears.  His small body began to shake and a sigh slipped my lips.

“Someone needs a nap,” I said as I picked up the boy and he rested his small head on my shoulder, “we are going to go on a little vacation and I bet you will love it.  There is a bunch of beaches, parks, and so many other fun things.”  He grabbed my shirt with his small hands as he slowly drifted off to sleep.

I sighed as I gazed out the window to see a plane beginning to descend. We were so close to leaving this dreaded country to an unknown destination far away from the reign of the Spencer family.

I heard a group of young woman squealing and talking as they read the newest gossip magazine.  The front page article showcased the scandalous pictures of Wilfred snogging with other woman.  The girls were making remarks about how beautiful the other woman were and how they pitied the princess.

I closed my eyes as I ran my fingers through the young blonde boy’s hair.

“Daddy coming?” the boy asked.

I nodded my head and lied, “yeah, he will be going there too when he is done working.”  The boy looked at me like I just gave him a huge lollipop.  The toddler eventually began to fall asleep as the passengers on the plane began to exit and we got ready to board.

“Time to wake up,” I whispered into the boy’s ear as he opened his eyes.  He got off my lap as I stood him.  I held his hand as we walked onto the line to board the plane.  I had our tickets out as the young boy let go of my hand and decided to hold onto my leg instead.  I showed my ticket to the woman who froze.

“Can you step to the side for a moment,” the woman said and I gave her a confused look but did as I was told.  What is going on?  She picked up her walkie talkie and said something quickly before giving me a nervous smile.

“CLAU!” the boy exclaimed and I nearly jumped out my skin as I turned to where the boy was staring. Claude stared at us with a stern expression.

Glenn-  I covered my bulging stomach as I relaxed in the train seat.  It felt as if something was crawling on my stomach as I felt the baby began to kick.  I rested my eyes as I hoped the baby would begin to calm down.  Is it as if the baby did not want to leave Oriens, or his father…

I just could not stay any longer.

I tried to stay as long as I could, but I could not survive with the constant fear. The stress it was causing could have negative impact on the baby, and I did not want to risk anything bad happening.  I love the baby, but I despise its father.

I thought everything would be okay eventually, that the incident with Yu was a one time thing.  No more cheating, and no more violence.

That quickly was proven wrong

He became more possessive over time and I noticed some signs that hinted he never stopped having an affair.  It was not until I saw him naked in OUR bed with another woman that I realized I was right and it was too late.  I started planning on leaving quickly after that; however, the pregnancy made it hard.  With all eyes on me, I never had any time alone to actually act.

Glenn hardly left me alone unless he was with her or doing other princely duties, and I was locked inside the castle like Rapunzel.

It was a miracle that I was able to slip away just now.  There was a party at the castle, and Glenn was talking to the other princes.  I excused myself for a minute and ran for it with the help of Roberto who also was trying to sneak away.

None of the other princes knew exactly what was going on at home.  I told Roberto that I needed some time of freedom, and he became excited at the idea.  I eventually snuck away from the prince and to the train where I am now.

Without thinking I went to grab my phone but froze when I remembered I left it in the castle. It felt strange to not have a phone anymore.  I rubbed my knuckles against the seat of the train anxiously as I heard some phones go off simultaneously and whispers echo through the cabin.  They were all talking about the same thing– the princess of Oriens was missing.

Roberto-  Is it even possible to escape the grasp of Roberto with Alberto on his side?  The master of sneaking away and the king of capturing the master.  Alberto probably had a tracking device surgically attached to me and my daughter.

My daughter… I do not even consider her to be our daughter anymore.

The girl is too innocent to be related to a bastard like Roberto.  It felt as if something was crawling on my skin as I thought about the prince.  I felt someone pull my sleeve and looked down to see the toddler in the stroller gazing at me with a curious look.

“Dada!” the young girl called, “game!”  I gave her a curious look.  She was daddy’s little girl.  Roberto may have been a abusive cheating jerk, but he was also an amazing father.  I guess that is because he is a child at heart.

“The bus will be here soon, and we will be going on a long trip,” I whispered to the girl who looked at me like I was crazy before peering behind me and laughing.  With a confused expression I turned around and gasped.  Walking toward us was Roberto himself.

My heart broke at the sound I heard next, “MAMA!”  I turned to see Alberto picking up the toddler who began crying and screaming as I jumped up.

“I’m sorry,” Alberto tried to say; however, her screams overshadowed his words.  I reached toward her but stopped when I heard Roberto call my name.

Keith-  I should have known, oh god I should have known.  I read the text message twice before looking up to see the pilot walking to the head of the aisle with a confused expression.

“The plane is going to be delayed from take off,” he stated calmly, “just stay calm as we figure out what is going on.”  My baby girl sat down next to me with curious eyes as she continued to drink her bottle.  She was oblivious to the dangerous world that she was born into.  All she cared about was the bottle in her mouth.  The baby did not realize the troubles that led the two of us to this plane ride, and I hope she never will have to understand it.

I looked down at my phone to see the message from the mysterious number stating, “watch what is about to happen next.”

I looked sadly at the baby as I knew what was about to happen.  Two muscular men walked onto the plane whispering into a small microphone.  I prayed that my lousy disguise was good enough to trick them.

I avoided looking up, but I could not help myself as my eyes met with familiar brown ones.  My heart dropped as he gave me a sad look.  The butler turned toward the two men and whispered something before they exited the plane.  I glanced down at the girl.  Her eyelids were growing heavy as she forced herself to stay awake.

“I’m sorry MC,” Luke’s voice whispered beside me from the aisle, “I didn’t want to do this, but–”

“I understand,” I whispered in response as a loud voice echoed the cabin.

“MC!” the prince’s familiar roar rang through me like a gunshot, “I found you my princess, now let’s go home.”

Joshua-  The toddler could not stop moving in my arms as we waited on line in the airport. He wanted to get down and run around, but I could not allow it.  We were so close to leaving this god forsaken country and getting far away from the mad prince.  I would have left earlier if it was not for all the procedures that I had to go through– why were they so obsessed with paperwork?

Five people in front of us.

I had to get fake identification for both the child and I to get this far, and freedom was just in our grasp.  Eventually he buried his tearful face into my shoulder.

Now four people.

I rubbed his back as he began to calm down.  It was almost time for his nap anyway.  Hopefully he can sleep the whole plane ride.

Three people.

I cannot wait to see my parents’ reactions to seeing their grandson.  It will not last long since he will surely come looking there for me.  Would my parents be in danger because of me?

Two people.

I wonder what he will think about the Oriens, I thought as I looked at the boy in my arms, I can bring him to all my favourite places that I went to as a kid.  Seeing his innocent reactions to the new culture would be amazing.

One person to go.

The man in front of us began searching for his ticket in all of his pockets with a panicked expression.  He muttered some swear words under his breath as he began to look through his carry on.

“Mama,” the boy cried in a whisper, “food.”

“I will give you some food when we get on the plane, okay?” I smiled down at her as he nodded his head and covered his stomach with his hand.

Our turn.

I handed the woman the two tickets and walked towards the plane as relief washed over me.  I know this is not the end, but it was close enough.

I walked through the plane doors and quickly found our seats and placed him down.  I handed him snacks as my phone went off in my pocket.  I pulled out my phone to see a text from an unknown number.

“Look out your window.”  I peered outside the window to see a black limo pull up beside the plane.  The door opened revealing a purple haired man.