#i don't know why but tending to the plants is very calming

[bambisspeckles]

Stowaway ✿ Poly Pirate!141 x Reader

*pics for aesthetics only!

Summary: You accidentally sneak onto pirate crew 141's ship CW: Inaccurate depiction of pirates, poly!141, fem!reader, ghost and price are kinda assholes (for right now), soap is well soap, gaz is an angel sent from heaven, reader is held captive (ish), stockholm syndrome core but like in the way beauty and the beast is, no romance yet (sorry, but don't worry it won't really be a slowburn), self-edited! WC: 1.8K

It was a mistake, honestly you should have just stayed put. You have no idea why you thought it'd be a good idea to sneak onto any ship, at all, ever.

You suppose this cruel fate is karma for your actions.

It started in the early hours of the morning, when many passenger ships were docked. You had decided to pack a small bag with your most important belongings and sneak into one of the ships cargo holds. In theory it was a good idea, you figured most of the crew we be pretty occupied tending to passengers needs, therefore your chances of getting caught and thrown into the ocean were slim. It's a shame you the ship you decided to board wasn't a passenger ship.

You should have known, it didn't look remotely like a passenger ship. There weren't any nice amenities, only one small dining room, not nearly enough beds for the amount of people that come to and from your island, and there were too many suspicious looking locked chests. There was a voice inside your head screaming for you to get off the ship but the adrenaline being pumped through your body was too high, and the yearning to escape the hell your home brought to you overruled almost all your sense of logic and reasoning. When you found the cargo hold, you didn't even think twice before making your way inside, quickly scanning your surroundings to find the best place to hide. You decide to hide behind some unmarked crates, figuring they'd be bothered the least. You squeeze your body behind the boxes, maneuvering so all of you can be hidden well.

It feels like you're there for days, realistically you know that's not true, but you're so close to leaving this island and never looking back. No matter how tempted you are to bolt, you keep yourself firmly planted behind the crates. Finally, you hear voices, it doesn't seem like there's very many people and that makes your anxiety sky rocket, but it's much too late to sneak off and try to find another ship to become a stowaway in. Pushing your knees further into your chest, you take a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm your nerves. For hours you hear voices and footsteps above you, but no one seems to have any suspicions. In fact it's been so calm the rocking of the ship has your eyes fluttering shut, you've been fighting sleep but nothing has transpired for so long maybe a few minutes of shut eye won't hurt. As your mind battles between alertness and staying asleep you hear something.

Footsteps. Coming down the steps, right into the cargo hold.

Your heart drops into your stomach and your breath hitches. You squeeze your body into itself in an attempt to make it smaller, one of your hands coming to clasp your mouth shut. The footsteps get louder and louder until you see a large figure standing in the archway. You go rigid as you get a better look at him. He's no average sailor, he's a fucking pirate.

"Great." You think wryly. "If he finds me then I really am dead."

He's moving around some boxes, you're not quite sure why, and for a moment you think he has no clue you're there.

Unfortunately for you, that's where you're wrong.

In the blink of an eye he grabs you from behind your crate wall, holding you by the scruff of your neck like a naughty kitten. The look in his eye is dark, and the rest of his face is covered by a mask, a skull print adorning the fabric. He says nothing, only staring at you for a moment before throwing you over his shoulder and walking back up the steps, presumably to bring you to the rest of the crew.

Oh. you're totally fucked now.

The mans footsteps attract the attention of his crew as he walks across the deck, when he stops walking, he practically throws you onto the ground, forcing you to kneel before three other men.

"Wha' a bonnie thing she is… S' what tha' noise was? Was startin' worry I was finally losin' it." A man, Scottish you think, says as he stares at you. His thumb dragging down the side of your face as a devilish smirk graces his lips.

You flinch under his touch and the Scotsman quickly removes his hand but his touch is soon replaced by another, a man much more imposing than he. Rough hands gripping your face, forcing you to meet his gaze.

"Was wonderin' why it sounded like there was a rat down in the cargo," A dark glint flashes through his eyes, but it's gone as quickly as it appeared. "Now tell me, stowaway, wha' the hell are ya doin' on my ship."

Tears well in your eyes as you struggle against his grip, and you can feel his impatience growing as he waits for you to respond. After another moment, the final man turns to speak to you.

"Captain asked ya a question love, best answer him before he gets angry." His voice is surprisingly gentle, and when you meet his gaze, soft brown eyes stare back at you, eyes filled with pity.

The look in his eye breaks you, and fat tears begin rolling down the apples of your cheeks.

"I'm… I'm sorry!" You choke out your words between sobs, your body taut under the piercing gaze of the Captain.

A beat of silence passes before the Captain of the ship releases you from his grip, your body crumbling into itself.

"I didn't know! I didn't- I don't… I just wanted to leave! I promise I didn't take anything a-and you can drop me off at your next stop, just please don't hurt me…" Your words come out watery, your voice hoarse and snot coming out of your nose, ugly sobbing as these men surround you.

The man with the soft brown eyes crouches down next you, his gentle hand wiping tears off your cheeks.

"You poor thing, you're all outta' sorts. M' sure you didn't mean any harm…" He looks towards his Captain but his head is still angled in your direction. "Go easy on her sir, poor thing is trembling."

The Captain scoffs, his arms folding over his chest as he studies you, his gaze scrutinizing, piercing through you.

"She shoulda' thought of that before sneaking onto my ship." He gives you another once over before ordering you to stand on your feet. You figure it's best to do what he says so you rise from the ground, knees almost buckling under you.

The group of men stare at you for a while, seemingly unsure of what to do with you. After a few moments, a deep voice from behind finally speaks, you turn to look at him, his skull mask making your spine tingle with terror.

"We should just throw er' off the ship, no bloody reason to keep the thing around." You wince at the way he refers to you, objectifying, dehumanizing.

"Now, now, Ghost, nae reason tae make such a hasty decision. The kitten's completely harmless! I say we keep er', it'll be so nice to have a bonnie thing on board." The man, Ghost, scoffs.

"We don' need liabilities layin' around Johnny. Sides' got no use for er'. M' sure Price is inclined to agree with me." Ghost turns his head towards Price, presumably waiting for some type of agreeance on what he said.

Before the Captain can even get a word out, he's interjected.

"M' inclined to agree with Soap- for different reasons," He pauses shooting Soap a look, but he merely shrugs back. "But I agree all the same. I mean look at er' poor thing is terrified, I doubt she came to pillage our goods Captain."

Price sighs, pinching the bridge of his nose as he mulls over his, limited, options. Everyone, including you, waits for him with bated breath. Selfishly, you hope he'll keep you around a bit longer, at least then you'll get a chance to make an escape plan.

Finally, the Captain speaks.

"She can stay, for now. We can keep er' in the cellar until I figure out wha' the hell to do with her." His words carry a tone of finality, a fact that has Ghost scoffing.

"You're jus' pickin' sides cause' Gaz wants to keep er' around." He motions towards the man next to you, bitter venom coming out alongside his words.

Gaz rolls his eyes, blowing out with an irritated sigh.

"Price isn't picking sides, he's doing what's right. Just cause' you don't agree with it doesn't mean that-" Price puts his hand on Gaz's shoulder, interrupting his sentence. A silent way of telling him "settle down."

Gaz relaxes under the Captains touch.

"Gaz, Soap, take er' down to the cellar, we'll keep er' there for now. Ghost, come with me to my quarters." Ghost mumbles something in response, but his words are muffled by his mask, something you're sure he's grateful for at this moment.

You, Soap, and Gaz watch him for a moment as he follows Price like a kicked puppy. When they're finally out of view, Soap and Gaz turn their attention back to you.

"C'mon kitten, yer gonna ave' tae be a bit uncomfortable tonight, the Captain didnae plan for any stowaways.." He chuckles at you playfully, something you'd find much more comforting under different circumstances.

You suddenly feel a hand on your back, the skin a bit rough even through the fabric of your clothes. You whip your head to look behind to see Gaz, his soft brown eyes still filled with that same look of pity. He and Soap begin gently guiding you towards the ships cellar.

"It's alright love, The Captain can be a bit cruel but he won't hurt you. Even pirates have their limits… Besides, I assure you we're not nearly as bad as some of the other pirates out there. We'll get you sorted out in the morning."

You have no reason to trust these men, all you've known is that pirates cause pain and destruction everywhere they go, but the only thing you can do right now is trust them. So, you nod timidly, letting them guide without resistance.

Hopefully you can escape at the next docking place.

[rafeandonlyrafe]

just add water

words: 5k

warnings: brief illusions to sex but no smut, mermaids (like h2o mermaids), tropical storm/bad weather, really fluffy hehe, australian!reader, lots of kisses omfg these bitches in LOVE!

it's one of the few things rafe does to calm himself down. sandals held in his hand, feet pressing into the cool sand with every step.

rafe looks down the beach, the moonlight reflecting off the water as the waves gently lap against the shore. he squints into the darkness when he sees movement, hoping his relaxing walk isn't going to be interrupted by someone's public intimate moment.

he continues walking, the same stretch of beach he always does, passing by familiar houses of friends and old classmates.

his vision clears as he gets closer, eyes widening when he sees you, knees pulled up to your chest as you stare into the water.

“hey.” rafe says when he's a couple yards away, not wanting to spook. you, but it fails as you gasp and jump up to standing.

“sorry.” rafe holds his hands up, trying to show that he means you no harm. “im just taking a walk on the beach.”

you take a step back, like you're making room for him to walk past, for him to continue to leave footsteps in the sand, but rafe looks closer at you as the moon shines down, light slightly illuminating from the rows of houses with porch lights or bedroom lights left on before bed.

“im rafe.” rafe can't seem to keep walking, his feet planted firmly as his eyes roam over your face. “i don't think we've met before.”

“just moved here.” you explain quickly. “im y/n.”

“you're australian?” it's more of a statement than a question, but you nod, the accent clearly giving you away.

“i was wondering why i haven't seen you before. it's a small island, everyone kinda knows everyone.” 

“yeah.” it's a signal to end the conversation, polite but firm, but again rafe can't help himself, drawn close to you looking out onto the water just as he does.

“would you like me to give you a tour of the island? tomorrow or whenever you're available.”

“that would actually be really nice.” you smile at rafe. you were worried about leaving everything you knew in australia when your parents moved you across the country, and it's perfect luck that you meet someone your very first night in the outer banks willing to show you around.

“here.” rafe pulls his phone out of his pocket. he puts it on do not disturb for his walks, pretending it's not there, not allowing it to distract him, but he needs your phone number, needs to see you again, to see if your eyes are the same enchanting twinkling of the water in the daytime.

you take his phone and put in your name and number before handing it back, hand briefly touching his, feeling warm against your slightly chilled skin, making you realize you probably should have put on more than just shorts and a tank top for relaxing at the shore at night.

“ill text you.” rafe says, giving you one last look over before taking a step back, not turning away yet, keeping his eyes on you, as if you're an apparition thats going to disappear the minute he blinks.

rafe finally turns away to walk home, not looking back. he smiles. he can feel your eyes on him.

--

you sigh as you step into the bath, sinking in as your legs morph into a tail moments after the water makes contact with you. you never realized how much you loved showers until you couldn't take them anymore.

you have a love hate relationship with your abilities. being able to manipulate the shape and volume of water, as well as enhanced breath and super speed swimming, is amazing. but having your bottom half turn into a mermaid tail every time water touches you is a hard accomodation to make when your parents love the ocean.

you wash yourself off quickly, knowing you have to get totally dry before rafe gets here to show you around the island. 

--

two weeks in the outer banks. the time feels like it's flown by. you're surprised how much you don't miss australia. your parents tended to jump around from town to town to surf, so you never developed a close group of friends either.

two weeks spent with rafe, first showing you the popular parts of the island, then his favorite areas, the spots only locals know about, filling you in on all the nicknames that can't be found with a simple google search.

the only place he hasn't shown you yet is anything out on the water. you refuse every time he offers to take you out on his boat, and his sad face breaks your heart.

“wanna go out on the boat today?” rafe asks, just as you're thinking about it, like the idea transferred from your head to his. you hope that's not a new power developing.

“sure.” you finally concede, heart fluttering when rafes face breaks into a wide smile. you are taking things slowly, despite what is clearly forming. “but no swimming.”

you hate having to lie to rafe, pretending like you don't wake up every morning and explore the waters of the outer banks before hiding under a pier to dry off. you told him you were afraid of the water, that you didn't like going in it, merely enjoying looking at it.

rafe is excited to take you out, so much so that wheezie gives him a weird look before shrugging, deciding to herself that crushes make boys do crazy things, because she's never seen her brother act like this, so enthralled.

“here, ill help you.” rafe reaches his hand out as you step into the boat. you don't want to let go as he guides you towards the bench behind the helm, allowing you to sit down as your fingers finally disconnect.

“im gonna show you everything.” rafe undoes the lines quickly before returning to you. “and by the end of your boat tour, you'll realize that the outer banks is so much better than australia.”

rafe places an arm around your back, not caring that he now has to navigate with just one as you giggle and tuck yourself into his side.

the ocean calls to you as rafe shows you different spots, the outer banks feeling so different when looking back at the land.

rafe anchors the boat at a sandbar. you look over the edge, surprised how crystal clear the water is in this area.

“there's a spring in that marshy area over there.” rafe points towards a cluster of grass. “it feeds out into the ocean here. one of the best spots in the obx.”

“it's beautiful.” you say honestly. the sun is warm against your face, tanning your skin and relaxing you, keeping you dry enough to not turn whenever a drop of water splashed over the side of the boat onto your skin.

it's dangerous to be on the boat, but you can't help it with the way rafes eyes light up as he looks at you before ripping his shirt off over his head, catapulting over the side into the water.

“rafe!” you shout as a plume of water splashes up, soaking your arm.

rafe smiles at you as he resurfaces before his expression quickly shifts to a frown when he sees you furiously rubbing a towel against your arm.

“y/n, the water isn't dirty.” rafe didn't realize how deep your fear got. he climbs back onto the boat as you stagger back, face twisting in fear as you look at rafe.

“shit, im sorry.” rafe takes a step towards you, but you back away.

“take me back, please.” you sit down at the front of the boat, making your position clear.

rafe nods, glad the water covering him is hiding the tears that well up in his eyes as he pulls the anchor.

you stay sat far away, towel wrapped around your shoulders to protect you from getting wet as rafe drives back in silence, not speaking until he has the boat tied back to the dock, now completely dry and donning his tshirt again.

“hey.” rafe kneels in front of you. “im really sorry.”

you open your mouth to reply, to tell him it's okay, but rafe continues speaking. 

“you said no swimming. i should have listened. i saw this-” rafe places a glimmering queen helmet conch shell in your lap. “at the sand bar and wanted to get it for you. so you could remember this day.”

rafe stands up, figuring this is the last time he'd see you after his mess up. “so you can remember me.”

you stand up quickly, but make sure to carefully set the shell on the seat next to you. before you can second guess your actions, before that cautious voice in your head can convince you otherwise, you press your lips against rafes, having to rise to your tiptoes to reach.

rafe hesitates for a moment before kissing back, arms wrapping around your waist, tugging you in tight to him.

--

“this is a cute spot.” you snuggle into rafes side, his arm wrapped securely around your shoulders, showing all of the obx that he's taken, and you're the one who's captured his eye.

“it is.” rafe hums, looking around the diner. it's not his usual place, but rafe wanted somewhere casual to take you, so you didn't have to worry about dressing up or proper etiquette for your first official date.

you order a stack of pancakes as it's around brunch time, rafe ordering a cheeseburger for himself. you smile at the waiter as they walk away before looking to rafe. “im totally gonna steal some of your fries by the way.”

“fries and pancakes?” rafe twists his face up as you giggle.

“potatoes go with everything.” you explain, like it's a commonly known fact.

“what's your favorite food?” rafe asks. he's dying to know everything about you, wanting to sit you down and run through the list of questions in his head, but he knows it's best to take things slow, to allow things to progress naturally despite wanting to ask you about your favorite color, past boyfriends, whether you're a cat or dog person and so so much more.

you're about to answer when a passing waitress stumbles, her tray of waters heading to a crowded table dumping over you, getting your entire side wet.

the waitress goes to apologize, but you're already on your feet, mental timer starting in your head as you rush to the restroom, letting out a sigh of relief when you realize it's just a single stall as you lock the door behind you moments before you fall to the ground as your tail appears.

“y/n?” rafe must have run after you as he jiggles the doorknob.

“im okay!” you call out. “just drying off. give me a minute.”

“are you sure?” you can picture rafe standing outside, ear pressed against the door.

“yeah. ill be out soon.” you try to reach up to the towel dispenser with little luck. “you better not eat all the fries before i get back.”

you're relieved to hear rafes laugh as you finally get the motion sensor to work, rubbing it over your side, letting out a sigh of relief when your tail finally transforms back into two legs.

you stand up, always feeling a bit wobbly at first, but you want to get back to rafe, to your date and most importantly as your stomach rumbles to your pancakes and fries.

“aussie cheesy potatoes.” you say as you slide into your seat. “my favorite food, aussie cheesy potatoes.”

--

i miss you

you send the text to rafe, smiling when his response bubble instantly appears.

i was just about to text you the same thing

you know you're in the honeymoon phase of your relatively new relationship, but you can't help the giggle that escapes from your lips, the way your heart starts to beat faster.

meet you halfway? rafe sends back before an image loads of a dark beach, camera pointing down the shoreline towards your house.

on my way <3

you quickly touch up your makeup in the mirror, deciding to stay in your pajamas since they're just a loose long sleeve shirt and comfortable shorts. you hesitate between putting on a pair of sneakers or sandals, ultimately deciding more coverage is the smarter option.

you are quiet when leaving your house, just in case your parents are awake. you doubt theyd care anyways, they probably haven't noticed how much you've been gone lately. you are an adult after all, but they stopped being protective the minute you were in your teens, letting you surf solo for the first time the day after your thirteenth birthday. 

you walk down the beach, keeping your steps fast as you look for rafe, breaking out into a jog when you finally see his figure emerge from the darkness.

you throw your arms around rafe as he twirls you, tucking his head into your neck, pressing kisses to your delicate skin before pulling back to connect your lips together.

“hey.” rafe smiles at you, lowering you carefully back to the ground.

“hey.” you peck his lips again in another kiss.

“you look beautiful.” rafe says earnestly, the words falling from his mouth. you're beautiful to him during the day too, but there's something about night time that makes you shine, like the moon calls to you.

“not too bad yourself handsome.” you let rafe string your fingers together before beginning to walk, back in the direction of tanneyhill.

you chat about your days as you stroll, mostly with what rafe was occupied with as he helped his dad, spending your first day away from each other since you arrived on the island. safe to say you're both falling fast.

“stay the night with me?” rafe asks when you're standing in front of tanneyhill, the large house frightening imposing.

“i don't know…” you trail off, but the smile on your face tells rafe you clearly want to.

“at least lay with me on the hammock for a while.” rafe tugs on your hand, and you find your feet following him. he lifts the mosquito netting up as you duck under, toeing your shoes off as rafe lays down.

you snuggle in next to him, sighing as you rest your head against his chest, the fabric squeezing the two of you together.

you both enjoy the gentle quiet, the sound of the waves and wind rushing through the leaves the only thing breaking into your peaceful silence, not needing words, just each other. 

sleep takes you both, warmed by your bodies wrapped together.

--

you're not sure what jolts you awake, but you're glad it happens as your eyes snap open, a drop of water hitting your cheek.

“shit…” you mumble, quickly pushing it off your skin as you look up at the gray sky, the events of last night coming back to you as you realize you're still in the hammock next to rafe. you don't want to move, you're the most comfortable you've ever been in your life, but the skies threatening to open and dump it's rain down on you has you scrambling.

“baby?” rafes voice is deep with sleep as you rush to put your shoes on, knowing the dew on the grass is going to turn you as you look towards the house.

“i-i need to pee!” you yell quickly, pushing out of the mosquito netting as you run, the rain beginning to fall. you're aware of every drop as you push some away with your abilities, but ultimately you can't stop nature as a few drops hit your back.

you aim for the glass doors, praying they're left unlocked as you burst inside, eyes widening when you see not just wheezie, who you've come to know pretty well, but the entire rest of the cameron family milling around in the kitchen.

you're seconds away from transforming as you find your voice. “bathroom.” you simply say before rushing into the closest half bath, glad you accepted the full tour from rafe one day when both ward and rose were away from the house.

“shit.” you mutter under your breath as you hear through the door that rafe has come in after you, mentioning something to his family about rain coming before the tropical storm set to hit in the next couple weeks if it doesn't change direction.

you grab the towel, neatly embroidered with their last name as you rub your back, glad it's only a couple drops as you're quickly able to exit the bathroom.

“sorry about that.” you say awkward, clasping your hands in front of you.

“i was wondering when you lovebirds would wake up or if the rain would do that for you.” ward smiles, eyes flicking between you and rafe. you let him lead the amount of affection as he walks and wraps his arm around your shoulders.

“stay with us for breakfast, y/n.” rose says. clearly someone told the couple about you, most likely wheezie tattling on her brother. you just hope she said nice things.

“yeah, id love that.” you say after rafe squeezes your shoulder to let you know it's okay.

--

good morning gorgeous 

you smile at the text, grabbing your phone the second you were awake.

you quickly reply, a string of emojis that only lovesick you would type out.

there's a party this friday. come with me?

you glance at the calendar hanging on your wall. not a typical one filled with appointments or birthdays, but one charting the phases of the moon, letting you know when it's safe to be out at night. you let out a curse when you realize friday night is a full moon.

sorry baby i can't :( parents want me home to call my grandma back in australia

you can come after, yeah?

sorry rafe 

you leave it at that, hating telling him no, but you need to stay inside during the full moon.

you should totally go though! spend some time with your friends

rafe doesn't mention the party again when you meet up later that day.

--

“i got the party changed to saturday.” rafe says, his head sat in your lap as you brush your fingers through his hair.

“what?” you question, raising your eyebrows. you're sat in your bed, the afternoon sun pouring in from the open windows, watching some show on tv neither of you were truly invested in, just background noise as you look into each other's eyes.

“the party this friday. you can go saturday right?”

“yeah.” you nod, smile stretching across your lips. “yeah, i can.” you shouldn't be surprised rafe changed everyone's schedules just to fit yours, the party is at his friend's house after all.

you're excited to finally meet them, you've heard bits and pieces from rafe, but have never gotten to actually see them.

you spend the entire time you're locked in your bedroom on friday night choosing exactly what to wear, curtains drawn tight closed, even blankets thrown over for extra precaution, not allowing any of the full moon to peek inside.

you realize you made the correct decision when saturday night comes and you open the door to rafe, his jaw visibly dropping.

--

“oh my god, i was totally picturing someone different when you were talking about topper.” you whisper to rafe after walking away from his friends to find a quieter spot. you didn't even have to tell rafe that you were starting to get overwhelmed, he seemed to sense it and pulled you away, not caring that kelce was still going on about something.

“what did you picture?” rafe asks, hoping the talking will distract you from all the excitement of the party, finding an empty guest bedroom and sitting down on the bed together.

“i don't know why but dark hair.” you shrug. “and i always pictured glasses.”

rafe laughs as he leans against you, your hand coming to his hair to scratch at his head, the soft movements of your fingers comforting you just as much as rafe.

“thanks for meeting them. and coming here with me.” rafe says earnestly. he's always liked parties of course, going wild and getting drunk or high or whatever he felt like that night, grinding against different girls and ultimately taking one to bed. rafe never put together how all of that was just a distraction, that he wasn't truly happy.

“you make me happy.” rafe says, turning to look at you, eyes still twinkling, reminding him of the ocean, the moon, the most stunning gemstone, and something so uniquely you.

“rafe.” you coo, pressing your lips together. you don't come out of the guest bedroom until the morning after, giggling quietly as you sneak out of toppers house, your hair a mess and clothes askew.

--

“i just realized ive never seen you in a swimsuit before.” rafes eyes look carefully over your body, having just taken off your coverup once your arrived at the spring again, rafe vowing not to jump in again, simply enjoying laying out and tanning on the boat.

you smile at rafe, gesturing for him to get closer.

rafe crawls over the bed area at the front of the boat to hover over you, pressing his lips tightly against yours. your hands feel his muscles, skirting from his chest down to his defined abs.

“you know, there's no one else out here.” you smile up at him as you reach lower.

“naughty girl.” rafe chuckles, glancing around to make sure no boats were within view.

once you're both finished, tired and panting, skin sheened with sweat, rafe finally brings up a question he's been dying to ask.

“why don't you like the water?”

you place your chin on your hand as you turn to look at rafe, taking a moment to formulate an answer. you hate having to lie to him, but you don't want to reveal your secret yet, for rafe to look at you any differently.

“i used to love to swim, to surf.” you say honestly. “but then something happened… and it's turned me away from it. i don't even like pools.”

rafe doesn't push for more, but his face does turn to a frown, thinking about whatever happened. he's guessing you got caught in a riptide or had a near drowning experience, he would never in a million years guess that you fell into a cave exploring an island after a fight with your parents and swam through a mysterious pool to get out, waking up to surf the next day only to transform into a mermaid.

“im sorry baby.” rafe says honestly. he wishes he could fix whatever happened, to enjoy riding on a jet ski with you, or relaxing on a sandbar.

“it's okay.” you shake your head. “i like being on the boat with you.” you say. “you make me feel comfortable.”

rafe pulls you back into him, not caring if you get an uneven tan line as he kisses you again. he swears you taste like honey with the slightest hint of sea salt.

--

“we got cyclones all the time back in australia.” you tell rafe, looking out your window. the sky looks normal, no sign of a tropical storm that's supposed to be blowing in soon, thankfully it never upgraded to a hurricane.

“do you want me to come over for it anyways?” rafe smiles at you as you finish braiding your hair. “hold you just in case you get scared.”

you laugh as you stand up, dramatically falling onto the bed, placing a fanned hand on your forehead. “oh, save me rafe cameron, save me!”

rafe laughs as well, pulling you against him. your shared laughter always turns into shared kisses. it's been months now that you've been in the outer banks. you swear your accent is even diminishing ever so slightly.

but you don't miss australia. you love your life here. spending nearly every day with rafe, exploring the island and the waterways, trying out different food spots and even letting rafe give you golf lessons, despite your inability to hit the ball straight.

--

you open the door as soon as there's a knock, expecting rafe, but your face falls when you see ward standing there.

“y/n, is rafe here?” he questions, entire body soaking wet from the storm, now covered by your front porch, dripping onto the welcome mat.

“no.” you shake your head. “he should be here any minute though…”

“shit.” wards eyes are wide with worry. “he took the boat out. i was hoping he docked it here.”

“the boat?” your voice rises as your anxiety does as well. “what is he doing on the water in this storm?”

“he likes to go to the spring at the start of storms to watch them roll down the coast, but he's always back before it hits. something must have happened to the boat, i don't know.” you can tell ward is rambling. “maybe he ran out of gas or got caught in something-”

“you have to go out there and save him! the waves-” you don't need to tell ward, you're sure he knows how bad the water is going to get, how violent the storm will make the sea, even in the shallow area rafe is in.

“i can't.” he shakes his head. “i already tried the coastguard but they won't go out until the storm is over.”

“he's your son!” you argue. “you go!”

“i can't.” you can hear the pain in wards voice. “if something happens to me, sarah and wheezie will have no one.”

you know it's not an appropriate reaction, but you're so mad, so worried about rafe being out there in this mess that you slam the door right in wards face.

you walk back through your house, past the empty kitchen and dark dining room to your living room, the glass doors revealing the storm raging outside. you make a decision in that split second, opening the door and barely shutting it behind you before you take off, rain hitting you in the face. you send out a prayer to the moon to allow you to reach the water before you transform. you make it onto the sand before face planting, having to awkwardly pull yourself forward into the water.

the second you're submerged, you take off, using your speed swimming abilities to navigate through the waters and strong tides. you go faster than ever, heading in the direction of the spring and sandbar, desperate to find your boyfriend and make sure he is safe.

you see through the rain at the surface of the water his boat, letting out a sigh of relief when you see he's anchored in his usual spot.

“rafe!” you call once your surface. “rafe!” you shout again, hoping he can hear you over the roar of the wind and rain.

rafe pops up, looking over the edge, wrench in hand, clearly trying to fix whatever is wrong with his boat, a smear of oil on his forehead not washing away with the rain.

“y/n?” rafe shouts. “what the fuck are you doing?”

rafe drops the wrench, rushing closer to the edge as he looks at you. your tail flicks up. there's no hiding it anymore. you don't want to anyways. 

“babe, get out of the water theres-” rafe blinks, his eyes squinting as he realizes its not some strange fish, but in fact covering your legs.

“get in the water rafe im going to swim us back home.” you shout, eyes turning to the sky, looking down the coast. the worst of the storm hasn't hit yet thankfully. with the size of the waves coming, it's sure to capsize his boat.

“baby-” rafe swallows harshly before jumping over the side. he may not understand what's going on, but he trusts you.

you grab onto rafe, keeping his head above the surface as you swim. it's slower getting back pushing him with you, but you go as fast as your tail will allow.

“you're a mermaid.” rafe says simply when you get back to shore, deciding to go to your house instead of tanneyhill, just in case ward is looking out his windows for rafe to return.

“go inside, ill be okay in the water.” you tell rafe, just needing to make that final couple steps onto the sand.

“im not leaving you out here.” rafe simply says, glancing to your tail before back at your face. he scoops you up in his arms, holding you tight to his chest as he carries you onto land, despite how heavy your tail is.

you hold onto rafes shoulders as he brings you inside. he sets you down on the plush rug in the living room as gently as possible.

“the tail doesn't go away until im dry again.” you lift your fin up and down as the rain pounds against the windows.

“ill get some towels.” rafe is ridiculously calm, coming back and patting you down in silence until your legs reappear.

“im sorry for not telling you earlier.” you say with a whisper, hand reaching out to hold rafes, shifting to sit up. “i-i love you rafe, but i understand if you want to break-”

you can't even finish your sentence as rafe leans in, pressing your lips together. “i love you too.”

--

“is that the right part?” you ask rafe, leaning yourself against the ladder as he fixes the engine on the boat, somehow it managed to stay anchored at the sandbar.

“we'll see right now.” rafe cranks the key, letting out a cheer when it turns on.

you smile as he jumps over the side in a dramatic celebration before resurfacing and shaking his wet hair out of his face.

“okay, you gotta show me again.” rafe stands on the sandbar as you swim around him, tail flicking back and forth.

you concentrate on a spot of water, lifting it into the air before popping it like a bubble, sending droplets raining down.

“you're the most amazing person ive ever met.” rafe says. “most amazing mermaid.” you correct him with a giggle and a splash of your tail.

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[hyacinthdoll1315]

4 Months of Moth HRT

Well, I got sick again. Uuuugh, like, I got the flu I think two weeks ago, it seemed to get better, and then I got sick again? not to mention what I've been feeling all week anyway and it sucks.

Okay, uh so, update time. (maybe i should talk about myself? just leave it at what happened.) So I'm not hanging out with my friends anymore. I think I already said I'd be doing that in the last update but it's way different to do something compared to saying it (say? do?) and well, my friend circle has become rather, small. Like, Alice still comes by sometimes to chat and hang out (yesterday? last week? I can't remember) but beyond her and maybe one or two friends I've made online, I'm pretty much alone in my little flat.

I don't really have the money to afford a big house or a cottage (maybe I could make one? flatting on land. how much money for a tiny forest home?) so for now I've been renting a small room in the city. It has been rather livable and nice in the past, but now, it's (HURTSHURTSHURTSHURTS can figure something out carsaretooLOUD) not great. Still, I'm working on a solution and I'm sure things will be okay, I think.

Um, still, I've been making progress in other things though! My tea has been really nice lately, and I found out that leaves are kind of tasty now? like, not lettuce or kale but like, small leaf parts are really yummy, I've um, kind of been buying tea bags just to open them and eat them found the leaves in tea to be a good snack.

My sense of smell is really good now too! And not just for tea, but other things. It's a little awkward since even when wearing a mask, I can still sometimes smell things (including things I did not think I'd be able to smell) which can sometimes be a bit gross. But the smell of different plants has been so calming!

My sense of taste has also changed a lot. I may not be eating cotton (not all moths do!! >:c ) but meats are just, not the same anymore, while stuff like carrots have been really nice! I can't be sure, but I think my reaction to some things have changed too? I can't tell I don't remember sugar keeps making me very excited, but at the same time, chocolate has been making me feel sick. (why must you betray me my dear chocolate?) Spicy food is also an absolute no-go now, I tried a bit of mild and started coughing from just the smell.

My eyesight hasn't been too good lately either, which I was told to expect as my eyes change. It's kind of like, everything was normal but blurry, and then suddenly I'm seeing a slightly fuzzy double vision? but now it's triple vision! it's kind of funny seeing like this! if I look in the mirror I end up just seeing like, 9 of me? super fun times with mirror buddies! it's super trippy but cool.

Sadly, this comes with a few downsides.

As said, I still don't know why but I've been feeling very sick (body just goes ick coughing, drool, sore throat, stomach aches) sometimes, and my sense of time sometimes slips, where I might be somewhere in midday, and suddenly the suns moved and I might be across the street? (amnesia? ADHD gone worse?) it tends to be a little after eating some things, but I don't know what's causing it. My stomach will just hurt really bad and sometimes, especially after something sugary, time seems to stutter.

I felt a bit better last week (thank goodness), like it was a bad flu that had finally passed, but now it's back again. not to mention, I think last time my body felt, tight? It, It hurts now. Like, not super sore, but like a headache across my whole body. I don't know what it is but I can see black splotches beneath my skin (blood? chitin? poison?) and I'm a bit scared. I tried asking the doctor for help, but he just gave me a reschedule for next week, the asshole barely knows and if I go to the ER, I'm not sure what they'll do. Maybe that's paranoid, but I don't think the doctors there will understand and will just assume I'm an alien or messed up human like everyone else.

I'm scared.

I don't think I can keep this to myself, I'm so lonely so I'm sending this journal entry online I think. Who knows, maybe someone will have the answer? (I'm not going off the hrt) so well, if anyone has any idea of how to fix this, or just has some funny cat videos to share or just wants to message, um, please do.

Goodbye Talk to you all later. Emily.

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[linkeduniverse-writing]

General LU Headcanons part 1

Heya! So I'm starting this blog with some general headcanons about the boys, I think I'll divide it in three parts so it's not too long. First up are Four, Hyrule, and Legend! Hope you enjoy :D

Part 2 Part 3

Four

It takes him so long to emerge from sleep

Like he'll be in a haze for like 20 minutes, not able to form any coherent thoughts

Which is kind of a surprise because he's one of the early risers, and is super reactive once fully awake

He tends to talk to himself a lot, mostly when he does something or thinks through a problem

It's mostly to exteriorize all the noise inside his head tho

The others aren't as weirded out by it than he feared, and he's thankful for it

Whenever they're in a market or just in a town, he always finds himself drawn to craftsmanship

Like if they need to interrogate people about monsters and stuff, he'll go ask artisans mostly

He feels more comfortable around them

It feels like home

Also he likes to compare his work to other blacksmith's

He feels like he has a lot to learn still, and he's very curious about how the craft has evolved with time

He doesn't know first aid and the scent of blood makes him sick, but if his teammates need tending he'll do his best

He tries to see their wounds as metal work needing repairs

It helps him keep his cool

But he'd rather leave it to someone else

Hyrule

Another early riser, but he hates it

He loves sleeping in and wishes his body would let him sometimes

But oh well, when it's time to wake up it's time to wake up

He's a very light sleeper too, like the wind blowing in the leaves above would wake him up

He hates it

Botany nerd

Loves keeping track of the new plants he finds along the way

He always asks the Link from the Hyrule they're in if he knows about it, and will pick them up if he can't get an answer, to study them later hopefully

He rarely can, but when they have a moment he'll either find a plant book (and a Link who can read it for him) or straight up ask someone if they know about the plant

He's always so polite and genuinely curious, people can't help but answer

He accidentally set Sky's stuff on fire once when showing off his fire magic to Wind

Sky was too impressed to truly be mad at him tho

(Also Hyrule replaced all of the stuff that couldn't be repaired, don't ask him how)

He doesn't mind blood and grime and gore, but can't handle anything with maggots in it

He'll stitch up anything, he'll put bones back in place if necessary, but one bug? In a wound? Don't count on him

He can keep his calm even before the grossest injuries, which is why he's often fixing up the others after a fight

He rarely uses his healing magic tho, he knows he'll tire too easily, and he can't help them if he can barely stay awake

So potions potions potions

He's a gentle caregiver but you better do as he says when you're hurt

Legend

A heavy sleeper, and he dreams a lot, but he never remember them

Probably for the best if you ask him

He usually wakes late, but never truly rested unfortunately

That never stoped him from being immediately efficient and fully awake tho

He knows he has a reputation of being sharp and closed off, but he's a really good listener

He's the kind of person curse the world with you when you vent until you're in the right headspace to find a solution

He kind of encourages the others in their dumbest ideas just to see what'll happen

(not the too dangerous ones, of course)

But he's curious, and after all the adventures he's been through, he believes that if he survived all of this, surely Wild will survive trying to cook a bomb flower

He did, but Twilight almost died of stress

He's the one who helps Warrior with refilling their inventory when they're low on supplies

He's a great negotiator and can get them twice the supplies for the same price

He's sometimes even charming enough to get them all a free meal

It's his favorite skill

He doesn't mind blood but will not look at broken limbs

Not his own, not other's

He tries to keep his cool around the others to not make them panic, but he really hates broken bones

If one of them is hurt, he'll try to distract them and make sure they have water and enough heat

He'll also keep them in place if they move around too much for Hyrule or Warrior to work on them

He's not gentle, but he's still reassuring somehow

[octo-artist]

Calm before the Inkstorm

Pre-war yan! Octavio x reader x platonic pre-war yan! Craig

Chapter 1: Sunny days…

TW: Possessive relationships, toxic mentalities,slight abuse of power, Typical Yandere shenanigans on both sides

I do not condone any of the actions in this series! If you are in a relationship like this please seek out help!

Certain parts are heavily inspired by Dissonant melodies by DriftingNova

Y/N=your name

T/C=tentacle color

E/C=eye color

Masterlist Next chapter

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Where did everything go so wrong… Why did things turn out this way… This war should never have happened, how many signs did I ignore to reach this point…

~Four years prior~

The day was a sunny one, hardly any clouds in the sky, in a castle overlooking a quaint seaside village two figures converse in the garden, an Octarian prince and an inkling gardener. The prince, Octavio, is seated on a platform beneath the tree, his octobrush leaned up to the platform and an instrument laid out in front of him, the inkling meandering about tending to the various flora around the yard. Octavio watches them with a bored expression leaning his dead against one of his fists, it does not take long for the boredom to win him over.

“y/n, come sit with me I know you’ve already finished your duties for the day so why not take a break?”, the prince calls out from his seat, patting the space next to him with his free hand.

“Your highness that would be improper of me to do, i’m just a gardener after all not a noble”, Y/n replies, a small tinge of amusement in their voice hearing the young prince groan in exasperation.

“As if, don’t make me have to order you to take a break.”, he argued back, a bit annoyed at the Inkling’s refusal to sit with him.

“Prince Octavio with all due respect I need to finish pruning these flowers, if I don't remove the withered buds the plant won’t redirect that energy to the healthy ones.” Y/n calmly explained.

They continued their work not hearing the prince stand up and begin to walk up to them until he wrapped his arms around their waist and lifted them up and carried them over to the platform despite their protests.

“Your highness put me down! We could be seen! What would your advisors think if they saw this?!”, y/n scolded the young man who merely laughed in response.

“Ah let them! They can’t say shit to me, I’m the crown heir so they have to listen to me!”, Octavio laughed as he sat back down, not releasing the inking, setting them in his lap, “besides you’ve been working all morning and haven’t stopped once to take a break, so now i’m making ya take one. Been working on more music and I want you to hear it.”

“And you couldn’t play it while I was working?”, y/n questioned not believing that to be his only motive.

“Nope, you’re gonna stay right here and listen”, the cheeky grin could practically be heard as he let go and let y/n move to the spot next to him before beginning to play, a beautiful tune filling the space with a calming atmosphere. Closing their eyes y/n lightly swayed listening to the prince play. Their bond was a mystery to those who saw them, but it was clear to many they were close, both having grown up together despite their very different lifestyles.

The peaceful atmosphere was quickly interrupted when an unknown voice speaks up from behind the duo, “Wow you play really good!”

In response Octavio whirls around grabbing his weapon and pointing it at the intruder, an inkling male with white tentacles and gold eyes, he’s fairly scrawny wearing travelers gear. “Back off! What do you want?! Are you a burglar? An assassin?”Octavio demanded, positioning himself between the stranger and y/n.

Stuttering the inkling replies, “a-an assassin? N-No I’m a… I’m a fan of your music?”

Lowering the brush slightly the confused prince looks at the inkling saying, ”My what?”

Recomposing himself, the inkling smiles and explains, “I heard a heavenly melody in the wind, so I followed your song to this courtyard! You have some real talent!”

“But how did you get security clearance?”,Octavio asks, relaxing a bit but staying on guard a bit, keeping his position between the two.

Holding up a peace sign with a confident smile the inkling states, “Oh, I just snuck in!”

Both look at him deadpanned before Octavio calls for the guards to throw the intruder out. Unfortunately dropping a notebook in the process which the prince picks up curiously when the courtyard quiets once more.

“Oh no, poor guy must've dropped it when he was being dragged out. Maybe I should bring it to the front doors to retu-”, Y/n starts but is interrupted not long after.

“No i’m sure he’ll be back for it, kinda curious what's in it.” Octavio says, still looking at the journal.

“That feels like an invasion of privacy, your highness”, Y/n says concerned.

“The guy jumped the wall just to tell us he was a fan of my music, I think that warrants reading it to know exactly how he got in”, Octavio says back, not swayed by their concern, opening the book to take a look inside.

“I’m just going to get back to work… I don’t feel comfortable looking through some poor soul’s personal property”, Y/n states, picking the pruning shears back up to continue pruning the plants around the courtyard.

“You’re too nice y/n, you gotta know when to make the tough calls for the safety of yourself and others”, Octavio states not looking up from the page he’d landed on. Y/n doesn’t reply to his comment, focusing on their work. Naturally as the prince had predicted, the inkling came back for his journal, jumping the wall like the day before. Octavio waited with his arms crossed, a deadpan look on his face as the other male climbed down the wall, “So being tossed out once wasn’t enough to teach you a lesson?” The inkling spooked by Octavio’s statement pleads with him, “I know I know i’m sorry! But I lost my journal and I was hoping-” Not letting the inkling finish Octavio tossed the journal at him, it landing square in the poor guy’s face.

”Here, I wrote a couple of verses. Some parts could use some more work, but all in all your lyrics ain't half bad.” Octavio responded.

“You…” the inkling began, “You like my songs?”, his eyes now twinkling.

“I think they’re acceptable. Craig. Don't get too full of yourself.” Octavio replied a bit annoyed.

Reeling back in shock Craig stammers “H-HOW DO YOU KNOW MY NAME?!”

“IT’S WRITTEN ON THE COVER YOU AIRHEAD!” Octavio yells back. From the door to the castle a laugh can be heard, the duo turning to see that y/n had arrived just at the tail of the conversation. This distracts the two long enough to calm down a bit before continuing as y/n walks over to join them.

“I-I see! Well Craig’s fine and all but I prefer to be addressed as cap’n”, Craig says, a sweat drop falling from the embarrassment of forgetting he’d written his name on his journal. “What are you the captain of..?”

“Captain of fresh rhymes!” Craig states striking a pose making y/n chuckle at the silly antics of the man. Octavio gets a slight frown before eventually cracking up at Craig’s antics as well.

“Alright then if THIS is what we’re doin’… I guess that makes me the Sovereign of Spicy Beats! You can call me Prince Octavio” holding his hand out for Craig to shake, which Crain initially goes to grab saying with a smile “It’s always a pleasure to meet a fellow music lover! I…” he freezes mid sentence pulling away a bit like he’d just thought of something confusing both y/n and Octavio.

“I, ah…”, Craig stammers lost in thought, “hmmm”

“Hellooo, what are you-“, Octavio starts before being startled by Craig grabbing Octavio’s hand in both of his hands with a grin before exclaiming, “Let’s start a band!” To the surprised Octavio who looks to y/n in confusion. “I mean it wouldn’t hurt to give it a try tav, it might be fun!”, y/n says trying to assure Octavio, Craig taking note of the nickname before asking, “are you two a-“ to which both end up growing flustered before Octavio pulls Craig close to whisper sternly, “you are not to tell a soul ok? They’d lose their job if we got discovered by the council, got it?”

“Crystal clear, secret is safe with me!” Craig states making a zipping motion over his lips.

“Good, then I accept the proposition. I don’t have anything better to do and it can get pretty boring around here.” Octavio says releasing Craig who’s now once again grinning.

“Oh this is gonna be great!”, he exclaims, excited to have a new friend and band mate.

[emmetverse]

how do you feel about magic? not master building, but magic itself?

✲ Ooh! I'm answering this one!

The others talk of magic with Vitruvius. They say that he was a very smart and wise wizard, which he was in my world too. He was the 'tutor' of my friends who found me.

My friends were all very special. They had talents that made them different from others. I believe the way it was described was "inate ability rather than needing to learn the magic", because others could learn the magics too if they studied hard. They were not the only ones who had these talents, but they were my friends, so they are the ones I care most of! Haha

Lucy had the light magic. She could control colours, make the world black and white, these sorts of things. She talked of the length of waves when she tried to explain it, if that helps you understand. (It did not with me.) And she could also make these pretty little balls of light and colour that I liked very much. Very pretty.

Benny could do shapes of the world. I don't know how to explain it or how to do the words for it. Say you are in a long alleyway. He could make so the other end of it was next to you. But only the alley would be squashed, not the buildings around it. And he liked floating. I don't know if that is the same magic. I just know he float!

Mayhem is a telepath. I was told this is different than magic, but I don't understand why, as mind reading can also be learned through spells and potions. She needed to be touching to do it properly. There was a time that a building collapsed, and she spent a long time using her power to find people trapped. She was very brave and smart.

Mayhem was also friends with a queen? I am still unclear if this is her title or her name. Queen is a shapeshifter, which I am also told is different than magic. I did not know her well. But she knew Batman well, haha

Metalbeard and Batman and Unikitty did not have the talents in magic ways. Metalbeard grew rare harbs and plants in an undersea farm, and he was very good at spells for him to breathe underwater to tend to them. I was told he was taught it by a Grand Alf. He liked exploring lots. I think the farm was just a hobby because there were not many places left to explore.

Also, when others speak of him, it is with a cyborg, like Three but different? My friend was not. But he was still very big and strong. I think he had not-human blood.

Batman is an "all rounder". Him and Lucy started learning at the same time, he said, but she learned her special magic and he was left behind in learning. But I think he has a special talent too, because he can summon weapons very well and fast. I think he was just sad about Lucy. They were not friends or boyfriends anymore and so he got sad :( But he got better! He was very smart with studying and figuring out puzzles.

Unikitty did not learn magic in the same way because she has the horn to channel through easier, but she was very good at puzzles too. She was good with emotions! Very therapy. If someone was very angry, she could put her paws on them and they would help to calm down. She didn't like doing it without permission, but she was good anyway.

(Oops, this is long. Sorry!)

[mash4077confessions]

Headcanons for Mulcahy coming up! With more to follow. Sadly there is a text limit on tumblr or I'd do this in one fell swoop.

Here we go!

1) Something this character is truly proud of? Mulcahy is most proud of himself, when others are proud of him. That said there are a few things that he does take pride in that others might not necessarily notice or appreciate. -His garden. Mulcahy was taught how to grow all kinds of fruits, vegetables, herbs, and flowers by his mother. With so many kids, it was cheaper to grow a lot of their food in the backyard. Mulcahy always had a green thumb; even in Korea. That's why the creamed corn fiasco really hit him so hard. He loves watching as the plants he tends to flourish, even in such terrible soil. Mulcahy also 100% talks/sings to his plants while he's out tending to them. -As a featherweight boxer, he had many great wins. A few fights he still plays over in his head...especially when he's really tempted to wallop somebody (i.e Winchester and Frank). -His personal hygiene. His nails are always neatly trimmed. No hang nails to be seen. Mulcahy also moisturizes. He bathes very frequently. He also does some manscaping. It all comes from the idea of "cleanliness is next to godliness". It makes him feel good and keeps him all fresh faced. -Mulcahy is very proud that he was selected to be a chaplin in the army. It's not really something people think too much about when they're around him, but there (at least were in the 50s) are some rigorous steps a priest make to be selected to go to one of these Mash units. It's part of why becoming a captain was so important to him.

2) Who they want to please the most? For a time, Mulcahy desperately wanted to please his father; to get him both figuratively and literally off his back. It was never going to happen. So then Mulcahy decided to do everything he could to please his mother, and that was also not to be, but it felt more attainable. She would praise him, and then slip in a bit of a passive aggressive remark, so he never really had a completely safe spot to be.

As an adult, he tries to please his friends, and anyone "above him". He's still searching for the unattainable.

9) What calms them when they are upset?Depends on what he's upset about. Talking things out could be useful; provided he feels like he has someone to talk to. Prayer is another comfort he uses. He'll also beat the hell out of his punching bag. Worst comes to worst, he'll have a good cry, hidden off in some place where no one will see or hear him. Poetry can be a comfort for him too, sometimes. Something that resonates deep inside him.

12) How they sleep? He sleeps on his back. I don't know how, but he does. Having had to share a bed with his 5 older brothers, he learned how to sleep anywhere. That tiny, hard army cot is nothing new for him. He gets into his comfortable position and he doesn't move. So weird.

16) Their sexuality? I've said it before and I'll say it again; he is demisexual biromantic. He's definitely been attracted to men before, but he also is attracted to women. The key here being that these attractions don't really become sexual interest, unless he feels very emotionally close to that person. In a way, it's fortunate for him. He's not allowed by the church to have romantic/sexual relationships and because of that same career choice, he's isolated himself from a lot of opportunities to gain these deep emotional connections that would be necessary for him to have that sexual attraction towards people. In a way it's kinda perfect.

That said, if anyone cares, I have NSFW headcanons for Mulcahy as well 😏

19) When they feel safest? Mulcahy feels safest when with friends and far away from shelling. Or when back in Philadelphia, either near Kathy or just in the upper loft of his home church, when all is quiet and the sun is coming through the stained glass windows. But truth be told, he's never really felt completely safe. There's always an unease buried deep inside him. A left over from childhood, where he wonders when the ax will fall.

[pastel-gothfriend]

An Unexpected Visitor

CW: Dolls, Implied Abuse, Difficulty Communicating

The flower shop was a quaint affair, a small store on a street's corner dense with arrangements of well maintained foliage, save only for a small desk in the back. The store was owned and operated by a single worker, a quiet woman known to most as "that weird lady that runs the flower store."

The day was dark and dingy, gentle rain tapping against the glass front of the store. It had seen no visitors today, as was common. It was only so often that someone started a new garden, or desired a bouquet for their beloved.

The owner's attention was caught as a figure stumbled into her store. The figure was thin and waifish, wrapped in several layers of clothes, and its face disguised by the combination of a mask and sunglasses. It was hunched over, as if trying to make itself seem as small and unnoticeable as possible.

"Do you require help with anything?" the owner called out to it. She rarely payed any heed to customers, but this one was different.

The figure returned with a meek glance. "N-no thank you."

The owner gave it a gentle smile and nodded before returning to her work, one eye trained on it.

The visitor hesitated a moment, before taking a sheepish step forward. It's eyes glanced through the stock of plants within the store, which brought it a sense of comfort, as it began relax before stopping at section of vibrantly multi-colored flowers with bulbous bottoms and tops like jaws. The visitor reached out and gave a bulb a gentle squeeze, and the flower opened like the maw of a dragon.

The owner approached it, taking a spot next to the visitor, who seemingly did not notice her until she spoke. "You like snapdragons?"

The visitor took a step back, once again growing small and scared, but the owner's eyes looked at it with such gentle kindness that it found the strength to respond.

"Yes, I..." it stopped, seemingly unfamiliar with the word. "I do. They're very pretty and I love the way they open up."

"They are very cute, though most prefer roses or tulips," the owner responded"

"Do you prefer them as well?"

"I love all of my plants equally. But I have a soft spot for these silly flowers."

The visitor took a step closer to the owner, eyes once again fixed on the snapdragon display. The owner could see clear as day from this distance that her visitor was not made of flesh and blood, at least not entirely. No, she could see porcelain.

"Are you a doll?" she asked.

The visitor froze for a second before turning away. "Please don't hurt me... please don't hurt this one, or tell this one's Miss."

"I won't hurt you. Could you tell me what's wrong?"

The doll was quiet for several moments, save only for it's heavy breaths. "This one ran away from its Miss."

The owner placed a gentle hand on the doll's shoulder, which seemed to help calm it down. "And why is that?" she asked.

"This one's Miss became angry at it because this one couldn't understand her instructions. She made them so unclear, this one just needed something more direct, it didn't mean to fail her.

She threatened to disassemble this one."

"You poor thing," the owner said, gripping the doll tight and pulling it in for a hug. "I think I'd like to keep you."

"Really? Are you..."

The owner did not let the doll finish. "A witch? Yes. How did you think I kept all of these plants healthy year round?"

From that day on, the witch of the flower store had a new doll, one she affectionately named Snapdragon. The doll took well to tending to the store's plants, and serving its new witch filled it with great joy. And, in short time, people would come to know the store as "that flower store run by that weird witch and her doll."

[dyadhogs]

“alright spill it. what's going on with you?”

amy had jumped, not just because of the forcefulness of the question but that fact sticks had very much just appeared in her face, the badger pushing the book amy had been staring at for the last hour away to look the hedgehog dead in the eyes. 

sticks was never subtle with certain approaches. 

“what are you talking about…?” and amy was never coy about playing the clueless one when the moment called for it.

“don't play dumb with me.” again, the badger refused to back down and merely took a step back to jam her hands on her hips. her eyes never left amy. “why are you sulkin’ around inside? and why haven’t you gone to check on sonic? togetherness and compassion is like your whole shtick.”

she had expected this to come up again, but amy still looked at the ground and just shook her head solemnly. “i just…don't feel like it.”

the badger snorted, not buying it. she hadn’t the very moment amy had uttered those same words back at the hospital, after the hedgehog had snuck away after sonic had woken up and refused to go back unless she was almost dragged by the rest of the team. it was so out of character that everyone had noticed her odd behavior, and all of them were worried about it. 

but while the boys tended to sonic it was up to sticks to get to the bottom of amy’s strange aversion. and she wasn’t going to stop until she did. something even amy knew, and dreaded. 

the way sticks stared at her said as much. “try again.”

amy could feel her chest tighten, and her fists followed suit on her lap, clutching at her dress. “i don't think it's a good idea…”

“but why, ya always – ?” it was as far as the badger got before amy let out a loud, distressed noise and buried her face in her hands.

even so sticks heard her wail perfectly. “because everything that happened was my fault!”

sticks blinked, confused. That was not what she expected. “no, it –”

“yes it was!” amy snapped, shooting to her feet so fast that the badger took a step back. there was an anger on the hedgehog's face, marred by the tears that had welled in her eyes. the dam had broken, and she started to ramble, fists at her sides. “i'm the one who had to go find the crystal, i’m the one who took it back to the sire, and then i couldn’t stop metal and eggman from stealing it! i couldn't even defend myself when they brainwashed me, and i ended up hurting sonic because of it! and even after he managed to bring me back, i still had to be saved and he almost died because of it! tell me how none of that is my fault!”

the hedgehog's voice had reached a crescendo, cracking as she started to openly cry. there was no stopping it and sticks frowned. she had never seen amy this bad before, and it was a little alarming, but she wasn’t giving up. that’s not that friends did. 

“do you really think he thinks that?” the badger’s voice was unnaturally calm, soft even, and she only continued when amy forced herself to look at her friend. she was greeted with a small smile. “you really think that if he thought ya deserved any of what eggman or metal did he would have saved ya? sonic may have some serious flaws but he's never been that vindictive and ya should know that.”

all amy could think to do was shake her head again. she wanted to believe that, she really did but… “you don’t even know that…”

sticks groaned, exasperated, hands planted on amy’s shoulders to force the other to look at her. “yes i do! we all do! he missed you, just like the rest of us.” 

when the hedgehog said nothing, stick just rolled her eyes. this was getting ridiculous. “what are ya going to do? avoid him for the rest of forever?”

that seemed to have struck something, and the hedgehog frowned, contemplating. she knew she couldn’t do that, but how was she supposed to face sonic now? she didn't have the first idea how to apologize, and every time she looked at him….all she could see was him that day, motionless and bleeding. how was she supposed to forget that?  “i don’t know…”

“well, i do,” sticks said without missing a beat, giving amy's shoulders a gentle squeeze. “ya need to get your butt out there and go talk to him. then our group can be whole again and things can go back to normal.”

there was doubt in the hedgehog's expression, but there was something else there that finally gave the badger a little bit of hope. she knew pressing anymore was a bad idea, but she needed to say one last thing. 

“it’s your choice in the end, but ya seriously need to think about this before ya cut ties or whatever you plan to do, and even if ya do…he deserves an explanation.”

[creativebrainrot]

*aims gartling gun at u* 💋💖🍑📀 for either gwyn or belial!!!

TWO OF THEM .

💋 How affectionate are they with their friends? Their family? Their romantic partner(s) (if they have any)? Are they more physical or emotional when it comes to displaying their affection? Why?

Belial isnt reeally touchy, usually. aside from being Vertically Challenged they tend to express their love through words. Eloquently telling you how much you mean to them, or giving words of encouragement, or making people laugh. It's easier for them physically and mentally. (hard to bear hug someone when ur 2 foot tall.)

Maelgwyn is VERY physically affectionate with romantic partners. Little bit less so with friends. He'll bear hug good good friends and clap his drinking buddy on the shoulder real hard. He's actually super snuggley with his romantic partners. He's not good at telling people his emotions or being vulnerable like that whatsoever. Touch is way easier for him.

💖 Has your OC ever been in love, be it romantic or platonic or otherwise? Who with and did they ever express their feelings or keep it private? How long did these feelings persist / do they still feel this way?

Belial has been in love a few times in their life. Usually platonic. They don't actually remember the people because it was during their early asura college years. Present-day they've been married to a Sylvari woman named Ren for about decade now. It happened very naturally and very Asura, they were basically like "plantwoman who gives me fuckin' stELLAR ideas do u wanna get asura married to trIPLE THE IDEAS??? i can show u so mANY COOL GOLEM DESIGNS" (ren said yes- she loves belial very much and also :O COOL GOLEM DESIGNS???? we're tripling those ideas rIGHT NOW.) they're very happy together.

Maelgwyn's answer

🍑 Where is your OC’s favourite place to relax or calm down? Recount a story of their time spent in this place! What makes it so special to them?

Belial's safe place is their at home workshop an hour out of Rata Sum. They get to tinker and make blueprints and Ren is there, they get to share stories with her and it's just great. Their favorite memory in that workshop is the little garden-tending golem design they came up with with Ren's help, just for her plants that all over the estate. The golems are shaped like Fern Hounds and they do all the Good Stuff for plants.

Maelgwyn's favorite place to calm down for a bit is a tie between a secret oasis nearby his home, and his bed. bed good because bed soft and right there. However his favorite memory is in that oasis. The first time he tried to open up to someone since Jasmeen left. The first time someone welcomed it in a long fucking time. Nights spent at that place with trahearne are his favorite memories. although his bed has some fucking gREAT memories too

📀 How easy is it to shock your OC? To confuse them? To lie to them, to manipulate them? How are they with feelings of trust? Can your OC be trusted?

Belial is a master of bullshitting. You cannot fool them with words. They will Know. They will also Inspect your ass to make sure they're right about you. If they are you get outta here with that buLLSHIet. If they're wrong about you "my bad dude u can never be too careful and you did phrase it a lil weird but thats alright :thumbsup:" Belial is absolutely trustworthy- they love a lil prank now and again but no one will pull through for you like Belial will. I'd say Belial trusts other people about average.

Maelgwyn is very feral cat coded sometimes. He doesn't truly trust other people much at all. He'll act completely average, bout the same as anyone else. But inside you have to really show you mean it if you want him to trust you. He's pretty savvy, it's not easy to lie to him, but like anyone, if you play the right cards you could get to him. Maelgwyn is a very trustworthy person as well. He's one of the first people refugees get pointed towards.

✧.*[ASK GAME]✧.*

[joyful-soul-collector]

Ex Machina

Welcome to me reacting to Oscar Isaac Movies, which nobody asked for but I don't care! HERE WE GO:

Oh wow it is weird to hear Domhnall Gleeson with an American accent

So this Nathan guy is definitely weird

And not just because Oscar looks WAY too much like my father in this movie

A crack in the glass, that's not ominous at all

Ava is interesting??

Oop power cut. I'm sure that won't be important later

Her drawings are cool

Oof, poor Caleb, sounds like a pretty traumatic car crash

Ah another power cut, featuring Ava! Who DEFINITELY isn't the one causing those

Yeah I figured Nathan wasn't a chill dude haha

Oof yeah not a fan of this Nathan dude lol, he doesn't talk to his workers kindly

Also that woman is an AI, calling it right now

Weird to see Oscar playing a villain. Cool tho! He's doing well

This Caleb guy is a HORRIBLE liar lol

And. Kinda weird to be watching this robot while she's doing stuff. She's an AI, she's likely got feelings, it's weird to be watching her bro

"yeah I just hacked all the phones in the world and now her brain is the internet" sir you are insane

You're telling me that she has the entirety of reddit AND tumblr in her brain

She's going to be a serial killer

She drew the plants in her window! I'm sure that's not a metaphor for anything

Oh I like people watching too! Not the way Nathan does tho lol

Aw she wants to show off her pretty outfit! What she wants to look like! She looks so cute!

Yeah, love, analyzing people's expressions that closely tends to make them uncomfortable haha

Oh and of course we have the long scene where the guy is watching her undress while she's unaware (well, "unaware", she probably knows but it's not like she can stop him)

Pfft Nathan's like "why would a grey box interact with another grey box if they didn't have sexuality" as if asexuals and friendship didn't exist MY GUY YOU ARE STUPID

Aaaand of COURSE she has a robot pussy. Because Nathan is fuckin weird. This whole movie is just gonna be a creepier version of Her isn't it

"oh you CHOSE to be straight? No." the worst person ever is accidentally a gay ally, fuck

I knew she was the one causing the power cuts

Ok the relationship between Nathan and Kyoko is fuuuuuckin weird man

His ripping up her drawing!! What the hell Nathan!?

Ok this is weiiiiird

Why do they always make asian women in movies like. weirdly sexual and stupid at the same time. "uwu I can't speak english are you asking me to take all my clothes off?????" STOP IT. I GET THAT SHE'S PROBABLY A ROBOT THAT CREEPY NATHAN MADE BUT IT'S STILL REALLY FUCKIN WEIRD

Ah this is where everyone gets those gifs of Oscar dancing from lol

Aww, she drew him :C

Oop sneaky Caleb hacking things

Oh cool so this is uhh absolutely horrifying

Of course all the other AI women were people of color but the New Main Character one is white

Why do all of the AIs have to be women. And naked. I can't tell if this is a metaphor for women being objectified all the time or if they just really wanted to have a lot of naked women in this movie for some weird reason

Knew Kyoko was an AI I KNEW IT

Oop he is. Questioning his own humanity AAAND I'M NOT WATCHING THIS BIT I THINK NO THANKS

Of course this is the one day he decides not to drink

Damn. Nathan is a fucking mastermind.

And an absolute asshole

AND CALEB IS EVEN SMARTER GODDAMN FUCK YEAH

Oh damn knocked out in one punch lol

:O BUT WHAT IF THEY WERE LESBIAN ROBOTS

FUCK YEAH STAB HIM

Wow he is weirdly calm about being stabbed lol

So, no lesbian robots?

*breaks skateboard*

Oh good idea just grab a new arm, build yourself out of your previous lives

Once again, very weird that you're watching her do all this Caleb

Bruh is he gonna just be stuck in there forever

She really didn't love him huh. She just wanted to be free

She's outside!!

Damn, she really just. Left him to die huh. That's pretty fucked up tbh

Though I guess maybe that's what he gets for watching her like that and thinking of her as an object too

Aw she's people watching

That was fun and terrifying and very weird, in part because Nathan looks like my fucking DAD and my dad is a sweetheart so it's very weird to see someone who looks like my dad being an asshole lol. I feel like there were a number of problematic things about it but I'm not sure if they were problematic on purpose to make a point in the story or if they were just plain weird, but I also did not care for it enough to analyze it thoroughly to figure that out so if someone else wants to ramble about it feel free to do so lol.

Anyway let me know of any other movies with Oscar Isaac I should watch, ik I really wanna watch Sucker Punch so maybe I'll do that next haha.

[litlunacy]

32 and 45 for the mc ask game! (for as many of your apprentices as you want to answer for)

I answered for all six of them this time!

32. Does their use of/skill in magic differ from canon? How so?

Well, the canon magic system seems to be a kind of soft one, right? Sometimes it's as simple as willing a thing to happen, like thinking of fire and summoning a flame, and sometimes whole entire rituals are required. There are also different classes of it, like green magic, alchemy, blood magic, etc. Also, everybody's magic has a different feel to it, and the Apprentice can pick up on it. So with that in mind:

Ximena's magic feels like a cool, gentle breeze, but can come off a terrifying gale if she's mad enough. It manifests itself in pale, silvery wisps when unfocused. And since her aunt was all green magic, and her dad is ridiculously powerful in the abstract formation of will, Ximena has a very good grasp on both. She is a powerful magician, and she often uses magic to do everyday things.

Lilith's magic feels very sharp, like a whipcrack. She has a very tight control on it and is extremely powerful. She knows this, and she will use it to her advantage. Don't ask her to do green magic though, plants aren't her thing.

Zuri's magic feels like...nothingness, emptiness, a cold dark void. And it kinda frightens her a little. It also gets away from her sometimes, especially if something happens to break her concentration. She has a lot of power that she doesn't really know what to do with. She does better if she has a partner to form a circle with.

Lorica's magic feels playful, like butterfly kisses and playing tag. She's a good magician, but she works better with a focus. That's why she keeps spare crystals in her bag.

Rajani's magic feels like spring, green and alive. Which makes sense, as their focus is mostly on green magic and healing. They do like doing stuff the old-fashioned way though, so you won't catch them using magic for most daily chores and stuff.

Bellamy's magic feels warm and bright, like a sunny summer day. He's a bit better at reading the cards than he is at magic, mostly because his attention tends to wander. He's something of a Jack-of-all-trades, master-of-none in magic; he can do a little healing, he can do green magic, he can manifest his will if he really tries, he works with a focus if he remembers to bring one. Don't ask him to do the fancy rituals or alchemy though, that's way too complicated. He does become a lot more powerful when when casting with a partner who can help him concentrate. Oh, and he can talk to animals. Which is just a very normal thing to him that always astounds everyone else.

45. Are they more street smart or book smart? Something else?

Ximena is a bit of both. She reads a lot and is highly intelligent, and she can navigate a lot of situations purely by bullshitting her way through them. She prefers to sit back and observe as long as possible before acting in most situations, or just cast a cloaking spell and dip if something is too much.

Lilith is book smart, but she's not exactly street smart. She does, however, have a very authoritative presence and can be extremely menacing when she chooses, and uses it to her advantage. If she starts speaking very slowly and precisely with that little smile, run.

Zuri is extremely book smart, but has no street smarts whatsoever. People are terrifying and confusing and why do strangers talk to her and can she please just go home now???

Lorica is a mix. She's well-read, but not a genius, and she can navigate most situations by staying calm and listening. Politeness is key.

Rajani is more street smart. They are intelligent, but they prefer reading people to reading books. They're also quite good at smoothing things over with little distractions. "Oh, let me buy you a drink, that's a lovely bracelet, hey did you hear about this..."

Bellamy is...neither. He's not an idiot by any means, but he tends to just float through life by being a good dude who smiles and laughs a lot. People like him. He likes people. And if he screws up, he apologizes. It works, at least most of the time.

[goombasa]

Horror is my Kryptonite

I'd like to think I have a pretty broad appreciation for different genres, and I love experiencing new things and trying out unfamiliar experiences, but when it comes to horror, I feel like my relationship with it is somewhat complicated.

I don't like to feel scared. I don't like the rush that it gives me, and admittedly, I'm a very jumpy individual, so even when jumpscares are the primary means of scaring someone, I'm a very easy to target with that sort of stuff, and I hate it.

Surprisingly, games don't affect me quite as heavily as something like movies or stories. I think it's mostly because in games, I have a certain level of control, I feel like I have more options for staving off that fear. Ironic considering that horror games often times have to take away control, or at least limit it, in order to create that feeling of dread or helplessness. But when I'm watching a movie or reading a story, or listening to audio, when I'm primarily forced to listen to and watch the terror and demise in OTHER characters, that is what gets me. It's like watching someone else in a situation like this is so much worse for me, so much scarier. If I have direct control of someone, I feel a certain level of calm, but someone else? No thanks, I truly feel helpless as all I can do is watch someone that Vorhees has decided must die, or Freddy is toying with.

But probably the worst part of horror for me, is the aftershocks. The dread is so much stronger for me after the experience is over. My mind has issues with always going to the possible worst-case scenarios in real life, and so when it comes to horror, when those ideas are planted in my mind, it doesn't take them long to germinate. I tend to ask myself ‘what if’ more often than is strictly healthy, even when the scenario is just outright ridiculous, as most horror media tends to be. But then you get to ones that are just close enough to real life that it could potentially happen, even if the odds are still very low.

And those low odds are just high enough for my mind to go into overtime.

Psychological horror honestly doesn't hit me quite as hard either, mostly because it doesn't kick in my mind's ‘what if’ scenario. Instead, it just makes me think in general. Psychological horror gets me to pick apart its characters and its world. By its nature, psychological horror feels like something that wants me to understand it or what's causing it, and there is nothing that destroys fear more than understanding. The more information you have on something, the more you can understand and rationalize it. It might still be dangerous, it might still be capable of hurting or killing you, but if you can understand it, it's like dealing with a dangerous animal or dangerous weather, you can figure out how to stop it or defend yourself from it.

But stuff that is just straight up horror, where you don't know what your opponent is, what it wants, what the upper limits of its power or abilities are, where it could be, and so forth, that is scarier to me. That's also why Mascot Horror very quickly loses any impact, as far as I'm concerned. Most mascot horror isn't really horror, it's just a brand. Sure, I might still jump from the sudden jumpscares here and there, but when the games mostly exist to just sell merchandise to children, it loses a lot of its impact. It's kind of like what happened to Freddy Kreuger. He was always a wise cracker, but the more lore that was revealed about him, the more jokey and ridiculous he got, until he eventually just became a vessel for merchandise, he became an icon more than anything.

Bendy doesn't scare me. Nor do any of the Fazbear animatronics, or any of the creatures in Poppy Playtime. The neighbor in Hello Neighbor is just a regular guy who is a caricature of a mysterious, dangerous man.

Why I call Horror my Kryptonite is because, all things considered, it's a genre that I am much more picky about than others. I don't like being scared, so anything that is truly scary pushes me away quickly. Anything that is more focused on lore or psychology, anything that is asking me to understand it or pick it apart, I do enjoy as someone who just likes to think and speculate, but at that point, I kind of think it's failing at its intended purpose at that point. Horror is just one of those genres that I am interested in, I love a lot of the various characters and ideas that come out of it, I like when little horror sequences appear in other games (Hello Pizza Tower and that terrifying ending to the Fake Peppino fight), but experiencing horror myself is… difficult. I'd like to know if anyone else has similar issues when it comes to this or other genres, particularly if it's one you really WANT to get into, but have difficulty with.

[ibarap]

[Event] A Match on the Sugoroku Board / Prologue

Natsume: S̴h̶u̸t̴ ̵u̵p̸,̴ ̴y̶o̶u̵ ̵w̴o̵r̵k̵a̵h̶o̶l̵i̷c̵.̸

<On a certain day in early February, in the hallway just outside the NewDi office.>

Natsume: ...Sigh, the chaos at the end of last year and the start of this one has finally calmed down.

We started the SS qualifying rounds, unveiled a new stage prototype in SSVRS, did work at the Maizuru Manor — it feels like I'm bragging a little, though. [1]

With that, I can finally go back to a normal pace.

Now, I'll go hit Senpai, who was doing exploitative work even during that time. I hope he looks forward to his belated day-of—

Huh?

Tsumugi & Ibara: ... ♪

Natsume: (That venomous snake...?! Why is he here?!)

(Don't tell me he was planting some idea into Senpai's head while I wasn't around, was he—?)

Ibara-kun, what are you doing at NewDi?

Ibara: You're back, Natsume-kun. ♪

I'm very sorry for intruding! His Majesty and I were speaking as the representative and vice president of our respective agencies, so you don't have to be so concerned. ♪

Natsume: ...!

Ibara: Oho, you're glaring at me like a snake! I tend to forget recently that I'm known as a 'venomous snake', so I'm very grateful you're kind enough to make me remember that fact!

Natsume: That's not what I meant by that. Don't go at your own pace, will you?

I'm telling you to stop speaking in circles and say what you have to say.

Tsumugi: Natsume-kun, you don't have to be so serious about it, you know~. Another agency's representative came all this way to NewDi.

Now, smile, smile. ♪

Natsume: S̴h̶u̸t̴ ̵u̵p̸,̴ ̴y̶o̶u̵ ̵w̴o̵r̵k̵a̵h̶o̶l̵i̷c̵.̸

I̶f̵ ̴y̸o̵u̶ ̶d̷o̷n̸'̸t̶ ̸t̶a̵k̶e̴ ̸a̴ ̶b̸r̷e̷a̷k̴,̴ ̸I̵'̸l̷l̶ ̴t̴h̸r̴o̴w̴ ̷y̶o̷u̵ ̶i̸n̷t̴o̵ ̸a̵ ̴h̵o̵s̵p̶i̴t̴a̸l̶.̸

Tsumugi: Please don't?!

Ibara: He sounds pretty annoyed~. It seems you were quite busy!

Well, I won't be keeping things a secret for any longer either, so both of you please take a seat. I just thought it'd be fun to keep Natsume-kun in the dark on purpose!

Natsume: You're rotten to the core.

Ibara: Ahaha ☆, what a nice expression on your face!

That aside, do you know about NETV?

Natsume: Ne... What?

Ibara: NETV — a streaming service aimed towards an international audience that was launched recently.

Unlike major streaming sites that invest large sums of money and take up a big market share in the industry, the streaming services in this country produce programs on a reasonable budget.

Despite being niche, there's a demand for idol programs internationally — and that's what NETV is trying to produce.

So that's why I came here to discuss if I could select guest stars from NewDi who would help out.

Tsumugi: That's right! Saegusa-kun said we'd be working on "a reasonable budget", but when I saw what was planned, it was more all-encompassing that I thought.

I was wondering if a growing agency like NewDi would even have a chance.

Natsume: I don't buy it... I can't believe this venomous snake here is offering a job to us.

There has to be a catch. If there wasn't, CosPro would've chosen to monopolise such an appetising project for themselves.

Ibara: It's ridiculous that you'd think there's a 'catch'. Just like fortune telling, it's simply statistics and mechanisms.

I don't mean to tell you a lame joke like, "It'd be unfortunate to tell a lie to a fortune teller." There are things I won't be explaining, but I can disclose some of it with you. [2]

The truth is, CosPro was able to invest in NETV as well.

They're an old connection I have from when I was first starting out as a manager a long time ago. As a result, it'd be a total loss for us if this program doesn't succeed.

In other words, this project proposal is an idea I came up with after thinking there should be a few losses at most. If it's a program featuring a crossover between two agencies, then it'd be publicity for both of us.

So CosPro is excited for the program to succeed, while NewDi gets the opportunity to appear on it—

What do you think? It's not that bad of a proposal, is it now?

Natsume: ...

Tsumugi: I feel partial towards appearing on NETV, too.

I saw the materials, and it didn't leave a bad impression on me, so I felt like a respectable production company is involved.

The only problem is that NETV does online programs, so there aren't that many idols from major agencies appearing on the program, right?

...Wait, NewDi isn't even a major agency, though.

Currently, this is a once in a lifetime chance for us. With online programs being a still-developing industry, not many of the long-standing agencies would risk entering it.

Natsume: ...Hmph. The questionable parts are undeniable, but it does make sense.

But when that venomous snake does something suspicious, I won't stay quiet about it.

Ibara: Well now, don't be like that! Let's both look forward to working hard together as coworkers!

I'll come here again to explain more about the project on a later date, then! Until then, have a good day!

Notes:

Maizuru Manor: Reference to the !! event story Poltergeist. It's the orphanage Natsume, Tsumugi, Madara, and Arashi all worked at temporarily.

『占い師』だけに裏はない: Ibara makes a (lame) pun here (uranai-shi dake ni ura wa nai). Literally means, "There's no catch because you're a fortune-teller." I tried my best to replicate the lameness as best I could orz

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[theunexpectedexpectations]

The next morning Freya woke up feeling a little different, a little more inspired. Sure she can mourn her mother, but she can still try to make life fun. Besides she wasn't sure how long she could even keep up the charade for that type of mentality has never been for Freya.

She looked at her clothes and felt the need for something *different*. She dug into the closet and was sure she brought her scarf.

"Found it!" she whispered, throwing it around her neck. She slid her skirt on and tucked in her favorite green shirt. She brushed her hair and buckled her sandals. Freya looked in the mirror and smiled, she actually liked the little combo she put together. She skipped out of her room and was stopped by her father.

"Heya, Freya, where are you skipping to?" he sang.

"If you must know I have to get in touch with my mind reading skills so I can find fairies. I have to fine tune it to their wavelengths." she answered.

"Heh," Ezequiel half laugh because she probably was going to talk to fairies and there wasn't much he could or should do to stop it, "So do you want some pancakes to fuel the mind or what sounds good?"

"It *has* to be fruit or a vegetable, they don't eat anything else!" Freya always talked like she actually knew the answer and at this point, Ezequiel didn't need much convincing.

"Why don't we pick some fresh fruit from the garden? Make a nice little fruit salad?" he asked.

Loving the idea she quickly races him outside, "We need strawberries, blueberries, raspberries, and blackberries!" she declared.

Ezequiel followed close behind, smiling. He was just happy to see Freya finally acting normal since Sig's disappearance. Freya normally did tend the garden and she loved fruits. After a little bit of picking Ezequiel grabbed their full bowl and brought it inside.

"I'll whip this up really quick, then you can get to your mind reading training." he teased.

After their breakfast Freya went out to the garden area because apparently the flowers and plants help you with trying to find the right frequency.

She sat down on the grass and tried clearing her mind. She looked around the area, it really is nice out here though. 'It may be far, but it feels alright out here' she thought. The flowers, the trees, it all made Freya feel at home. She even grew comfortable having no friends. She closed her eyes.

She felt herself relaxing and a sense of calm about the things that have been happening lately. She knew she couldn't control them, she tried to focus on what she wanted to do, which was talk to fairies. She tried to think about the frequency that a fairy may be on. And focused on it. She felt time melting away and could hear a faint ringing noise it started getting a little more higher pitched.

"Spray under the bed!" a small voice whispered.

Freya listened some more and waited.

"Spray! They are watching!" the small voice sounded worried this time.

Freya opened her eyes and walked towards the side door. Throwing the door open she yelled, "Dad!"

Sitting there reading his book he jumped at her sudden intrusion. "Jesu- what Freya?" he said sighing in relief that it was her.

"They told me that I need to spray under the bed. They said 'They're watching'." she said very matter-of-factly.

"Spray under the.." he sighed and smiled, "Alright, I'll spray under the bed, but only if we can make some cookies tonight after."

She smiled brightly, "Absolutely!"

He stood up and walked to the kitchen, to his surprise there was a bottle labeled "Bug" Spray, but on the packaging he read that it "Get's rid of those pesky, hidden monsters in just 2 sprays!"

He walked to her room and sprayed the bottle on her bed. After he sprayed he swore he heard something let out a gasp. His skin crawled.

'What the hell *is* under her bed?' he thought.

Just in that moment a shadow ran out the window, if he hadn't been watching he would have missed it. Stepping backward he realized he was going to need help from the Queen, maybe shield their cottage.

His mouth was dry out of fear though, the thought of that thing living under his daughters bed for how long now? He brought the bottle back into the kitchen.

"Is it done?" she asked curiously.

"Why don't you tell me?" Ezequiel answered.

Freya popped up and walked to the bedroom hesitantly.

She walked to her bed and investigated it.

"Oh!" she said "Much better!" hopping into the bed and getting comfortable immediately. She looked back up at him and asked, "So what are thinking?? Chocolate chip, snickerdoodles?"

"I was thinking maybe gooey butter cookies?" he responded.

"Sounds like a plan!" she popped back up to her feet and walked past him. "Are you coming?" she asked.

He was watching her out of confusion and curiosity. 'How did she know?' he thought. 'If she only knew the truth..'.

"Yes, I'm coming." he said.

After they made their cookies, and Freya had her bath, Ezequiel let her stay up and watch her movie he got her. He cleaned up the kitchen a bit and looked up to see Freya fast asleep on the couch. Glancing at the clock he read the time.

10:45 pm

'Alright, I need to change and meet Speio.' he thought to himself.

Ezequiel peered down at his wristwatch.

11:30

'At least I'm early for once, I bet Sig would be impressed- if only she was here to see.' he thought to himself. 'It's amazing that this spot is a gateway for the Realm. It's right next to this cottage, too, awfully convenient. I guess Sig always knew where it was though. Sig was always prepared.. her disappearance doesn't make sense, if she could plan all this out how could she not prepare for getting kidnapped?'

"You really do not listen for anything when you are deep in thought." a voice spoke from behind.

Jumping at the sudden interruption, Ezequiel turns to see Speio.

"Look, I'm just trying to figure all this out still, and could you stop popping in like that? You could give someone a heart attack!" Ezequiel said still trying to catch his breath from the scare.

Speio smiled, "I suppose you're right with all the events happening lately, but I did say your name three times before."

Ezequiel looked at Speio, but had no excuse for his lack of hearing.

"Alright, wise guy, where are we going?" Ezequiel asked.

"Well what I have here are numbers. I cannot read them though, which is what the Queen has been trying to decipher, but we are unfamiliar with the sequence." Speio handed him a leathery brown sheet that read a set of coordinates. Ezequiel grabbed the sheet from him and stared at them.

"These are coordinates." he said pulling his phone out.

"And why would you need a little black mirror tha-" Speio stopped as the phone spoke over him.

"In 300 feet turn right." the phone yelled out.

"You have a *talking* black mirror? How does she fit in there?" he asked.

Ezequiel was humored by this, "You know if you guys watch us, how do you not know what a phone is?"

"I'm familiar that a phone does what our telekinesis is possible of doing, and that it connects you all somehow, but I did not know little people lived in them!" Speio said still looking at the device in confusion.

Ezequiel laughed at him, "Come on are we going to find Sig?" taking off in a full sprint. 'I want to see Sig. I have to find her.' he thought.

"You know just because you have the talking black mirror doesn't mean you can fun off without me!" Speio called from behind.

Regardless of what Speio had to say Ezequiel was on a mission at this point. He just laughed and looked at the time they would arrive.

1:47 am

'Geez.. it's going to be a long trip.' he thought to himself.

They ran and ran, it's a good thing Ezequiel was already fit enough for this kind of a run otherwise he'd be completely winded.

"Rerouting.." the phone yelled.

Ezequiel stopped in his tracks, "Wait, what? No!"

"Rerouting.." the phone shouted again.

"What does she mean? Did she forget where we are going?" Speio asked.

"I don't know," Ezequiel said getting frustrated, "Apparently I have no bars here."

"Bars?" Speio looked confused.

Ezequiel getting impatient didn't have time to explain it all to him.

"You know how it was classified to tell me about how you guys tell time? This is kind of a similar thing." he said staring at the phone just hoping it would blip.

Speio watched him desperately trying to fix it, he looked around and leaned his head back. Taking a deep breath in he closed eyes, suddenly he darted off, "Over here!"

"Wait! Speio wait! What if someone sees you?" Ezequiel said chasing him.

Finally catching up to him, Ezequiel came across a rather defeated looking Speio.

"I don't understand.. She was just here." Speio complained, "If my magic was strong enough, I would have been able to find her tonight."

"What do you mean?" Ezequiel asked.

"I can only use so much.. and I have not trained enough to have it mastered, but it will take me at least five human years to do it now." he sighed.

"Well, I don't know much about your world, Speio, but what I do know is: you have given me more hope and relief these past few months than I could have ever done alone." Ezequiel said trying his best to comfort the hybrid elf.

"It is just.. Sig was my friend, too, Ezequiel," Speio said, "I want to rescue her as you do, but I am unsure of how to help now."

"You knew Sigrid?" Ezequiel asked confused as to why he never mentioned it before.

"We grew up along side eachother. She and I practiced Nature Magic together in the Realm's forests." Speio explained.

"Why did you not bring this up before, Speio?" he asked.

"Because it was classified. You have clearance to hear this information now." Speio still looking like a kicked puppy, Ezequiel knew he had to try to comfort him.

"You know how Sig was then. You know the attempt to save her would be more than enough to make her happy. You also know she would have said 'I told you so.'" Ezequiel said.

Speio was smiling at him, "She would also have given me a hard time for coming here."

Ezequiel didn't know what Speio meant, "What do you mean by that exactly?" he asked.

"I am really forbidden to come here. I just wanted to help you and rescue Sigrid, I wish to be on the Queens good side." Speio answered.

"So then what if someone *would* have seen you?" Ezequiel asked getting worried, but also noting that Speio had interest in the Queen.

"Ah Humans I am not worried about, they cannot see me as they wouldn't believe it. But beings from other realms could be lurking, that would pose a problem." he answered.

"Speio, as much as I appreciate your help and willingness to find Sig, don't do anything that would get yourself into trouble either.." Ezequiel said, "Also if you want to be on the Queens good side, not coming here while she doesn't know probably isn't the best way to go about that."

Speio connecting the dots, "You are right, Ezequiel.. I'm sorry, I should not have inserted myself."

Ezequiel patted his back, "It's okay, but we should head back. I need sleep and you have to make sure the Queen doesn't catch you." he said laughing.

Speio smiled back. "You're right."

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And several other changes that are occurring here what is their thinking of dredging and pulling all the boats out. Thier not sure exactly how to go about it, but they can quote health and safety and they do need those out of there importantly slow and they're farting around with it it's horrible. In a meeting cuz they tried to discuss it and people said it's impossible too many idiots don't want it and we left it at that but it needs to get done

-there are other things happening that are actually happening we have the news to proceed for 200,000 projects and out of those 45,000 apartments roughly and we have started half and the other half we begin today like clearing and getting the pads ready. Who else is starting half of the commercial projects and half of the retail and government buildings and all of the heavy highway and we shall be complete with the contracts probably end of next week except for some heavy highway which will extend for a couple weeks after which is fast for heavy highway. And we have more contracts coming to us and it's about this neighborhood idea and renovations and so forth and we're going to go and have and proceed to them they plan to award this morning, 100,000 more projects including heavy highway what about 4500 neighborhoods all over Florida that need to be ripped out and replaced at each neighborhood has two or three houses it's not that many it's just that the recycling effort would be a nightmare without a proper recycling plant and we need to install that and we need to have a few at least and they agree and we're going to put them in too and start them up very shortly. I'll try those 100,000 are many retail centers here in Charlotte county or toast and full of mold. And it's in everything and some of them are opened and I'm going to be closed today permanently until they move or rebuild and they're recommending they don't move their stuff cuz they'll close and condemn the place they'll have infected it even if you don't see it it's going on today and people getting locked out of their places and they enjoy anything to fix the place after the storm and that's what happens

-is there a few more things happening here in Charlotte county they are pursuing John Riva Lord and they intend on removing him from the office of sheriff this week instead of last week too and the week before that when that's what they attended to do and my husband's right there probably have to remove the police who work for him but they did add to the force it was 3,000 now it's like 5,000 or so and they reduced the more lots of 1200 out of that and today it's going to go to 900. Then tend to put them in prison and keep them there and put them back in repetitively and figure out how he's getting out and they're going to keep doing it.

-they're working to pull everybody out of towns that are walled and a lot of them are in Florida and they will have 50% of the times walled off today but tomorrow it'll be 70% they're increasing it

-few more things they're changing they're starting to get aggressive with criminals if you're commuting a crime you're going to be arrested here for harassing my husband you're going to be arrested here so what the max said this a.m.

And close out and say this feel like what's happening you'll see why and who's doing and don't bother us

Hera

I do have a couple things to add and while she was talking about what's going on in the max added items of things to do today and one is

To try and calm my son and stop these people from bothering him and she mentioned part of it if they want to start up an overall plan to do that and to try and heal some items to see what it is it's smart because we're doing all the time and we know what it is I'm going to figure out that it's just global problem more so

-they want to dissect Tommy f off the warlock and vice versa and see which anyone is each side and it was a relationship is what examine the other relationships too but this one is the big one

-they're doing research to see what the status is of VIP and see what happened to them and who's responsible for what happened it's a very important assignment for them to be doing because a lot of people are very angry as to what happened especially our son and daughters foreign puppy and Mama

-they're adding people to a list of class of s and they have a label system already and a lot of people here are able to fund on a class a nuisance and most of the time of wild cards they're adding so they don't need to be here

-they want to stop them, so they're going to step up pulling people out and go breaking the law as an excuse and they need to

-movies like cesario are starting up it's because of the ship and because of everything that's been said because they feel it's probably almost ready to launch so those are going to begin and that will start this whole series and they will be expelled and outlawed from being in the United States but Florida first then happens because of guantomino bay building up to it. We see the characters all over for me and we see them changing into them and eventually the show will begin and happen and a few things happen for it yes but our son mentioned that the money last night that was taken there was his and it's really Max money but our son handles and used on that yes it has been taking Cuba. He does take it there and it protects the island and the max are very pissed off

What is the Publish now

Hera

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