#i mean through sheer stubbornness i DID just get through the museum scene

[asummersday]

clearly the only way im getting chapter 2 out is by being more stubborn than my procrastination. i've decided that i WILL post it tonight.

i am very good at being stubborn. it's also 11pm and i have uhhh ~3 (??) scenes to write. plus editing. current WC is 5k.

[female-overlord-3]

Bring Them Home 12

The "Wild Pony" in the room ao3

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We discuss her so warnings for Maria being mentioned and also get some communication between Alex and Liz! Season 2 is done and now it’s time to see what I can use from it :)

They're all at Max's house again and it's somewhat decided on what to do about Maria.

"We've listed all the pros and cons but if we're going to be honest it's whatever we prefer to happen that decides this." Liz casts a glance at everyone seated in Max's living room, almost a near identical scene from a couple days ago.

Surprisingly it's Kyle who starts the conversation of if they should bring Maria in or not, citing he wouldn't mind and she was used at the Gala but she might react badly to the truth about Rosa.

Liz agrees with him but Michael, Max, and Isobel are still unsure.

Cameron isn't as close to Maria so she offers her unbiased opinion of waiting until after Noah and Caulfield is handled to tell her.

Max and Isobel share a look, Isobel more conflicted on the idea.

"I don't know if I can go through what I did with Liz, the guilt and having someone mad at me again. Not that DeLuca has ever liked me." She tries to joke but it falls a bit flat with the slight fear she feels at repeating that whole process again, even if she knows it wasn't really her who killed Rosa that night.

Liz takes her hand squeezes it. "I'll help. This time you'll have someone who knows what Maria will probably be going through."

"I'm tired of keeping secrets but if she decides to do something about it, I don't want to have the extra worry added to all the shit we already have to figure out." He looks to Max then Liz. "She'll want her mom to be healed but we don't know if Max can heal Mimi or what will happen if people start asking questions of how she got better so quickly." Slouching against Alex he sighs. "Plus this thing we almost started before Alex and I talked. I don't want to hurt her but if we tell her than she's gonna get hurt." Alex's arm comes around to hold him around the waist in comfort and he sinks further into his side.

Kyle makes a frustrated face and groans. "So most of us are fine with it but also don't want to face the consequences of what telling Maria will be. Great."

Alex has remained mostly quiet until Liz gives him a pleading look for support.

"Does the pros outweigh the cons? We'd gain someone else to help, who stays pretty well informed, can provide another safe place to meet up, is incredibly intuitive, and being a bar certainly helps most of us who'll need it." He sighs and takes comfort when Michael covers Alex's hand on his waist.

"But we don't know how well finding out the truth will go and as Michael pointed out, she'll want Max to heal Mimi. I'm also not a huge fan of adding another person who could get hurt or used by knowing."

"She still could. Wouldn't knowing the truth be better, being informed and aware."

Alex knows Liz is right but there's still this tiny small part that doesn't want to have Michael near Maria. Not yet, so soon after finally getting Michael. He feels eyes on him and tilts his head to the left to meet Isobel's.

"We should take a break, take 5 to think over what we want." There's a collective sigh of relief and Kyle, Max, Liz, and Cameron disperse.

Michael shares a look with Isobel before giving Alex a quick kiss to the top of his head and going to join the others in the kitchen.

Moving a seat closer, Isobel extends her hand.

"I've been working on not puking and being in physical contact seems to be the easiest way, just a splitting headache."

Alex eyes it before nodding, taking her hand and then they're in her mindscape.

You don't want to tell her.

Alex nods and looks down at his hands.

Not now. It's too soon. I don't want to see it.

See what?

That there might be love in her eyes when she looks at Michael. That she'll have that same hopeful expression I've had and would've gotten the chance to be with Michael because I was too scared that being with me would hurt him again. That one of my best friends would lie to me like that.

Time changes people Alex. We try to hold onto the past, to what we had but sometimes you need to let it go so you can move forward. You need to face it now or it'll rot inside.

A finger pokes his cheek and they're back, Isobel quickly digging through her bag to take a sip from the travel bottle of nail polish remover.

"Thank you. As much as I don't want to, I needed the push." Alex gives her hand a squeeze and cheekily gives it a kiss when he feels a familiar weight settle at his free side.

"Honestly if you had to fall for a woman i'm sure Iz would absolutely be your type darlin."

Alex, now more settled and lighter from his talk with Isobel, pulls a surprised Michael into his lap carefully.

"If we bring Maria in then I need her to know you're mine. That you're my home and we'll do what we can to help Mimi, to make sure what happened at the Gala won't happen again." He looks up at Michael with determined eyes and a set jaw.

"You and I will talk to her. We'll ask her if she wants to know the truth; now, later or not at all. It's going to hurt and be difficult but we've gotten through enough of those that we'll be fine." Michael lean their heads together and a sense of calmness helps settle them. "Right?" He asks.

Michael nods and bumps their noses together. "Right. We're tough and durable as hell Alex. We can do this."

There's a small cough and a couple seconds someone complaining.

"Isobel let us back in!"

Michael and Alex break from their moment and look to Isobel who's looking anywhere but them, face somewhat embarrassed.

"I'm saving all of you from sheer sappiness. You should be thanking me!" She yells back as everyone returns and takes a seat, Isobel going back to hers.

"Ew I can see what Evans means. You guys are going to be that couple aren't you." Kyle bemoans but the teasing smile he wears makes the pair shrug.

"I've finally got Alex so you bet your fancy doctorate I'm showing him how much I love him." A sloppy kiss to Alex's cheek makes the man snort as his hold on Michael tightens.

"Guess we're just making up for our lost youth."

Alex smiles happily as he looks around, feeling somewhat safe to be like this with Michael but pauses when he gets to Liz.

There's a pained look in her eyes and she opens her mouth to say something before snapping it shut.

"Liz you have the thing I asked for?" She quickly nods and heads to the kitchen, some things still ingrained after living most of your life with a person.

Alex pats Michael's leg and gives a more chaste kiss to his cheek before moving him off. Michael's eyes shoot to where Liz left then back to him, an eyebrow raises in question if he should go with Alex.

A shake of Alex's head and the soft smile tells Michael to stay and wait causing Michael to pout but nod as he slumps back into the chair.

"Tell them what we decided and see what everyone thinks, I'll ask Liz."

"Ugh always make me do everything."

Alex just grins as he makes his way to Liz in the kitchen.

She's pacing the back and forth along the island but pauses when she sees Alex.

"What's up Liz? You looked like you needed to talk." Alex asks when she starts pacing again.

"I- It didn't hit me til now. How I didn't even realize is insane and it's been literal days I've seen it!" She rambles before taking a starting breath and stands to face Alex, the look of stubborn determination telling Alex that whatever she has to say is going to be hard for her.

"I'm a horrible friend." The statement makes him blink, not expecting it at all.

"Okay… why?"

"Cause I didn't have all the facts and when Maria talked to me about Michael and how she felt- how could I forget she told me that Michael was Museum guy and that you were in love with him!" Liz's hands fly out and shes back to pacing, missing the shocked and hurt face Alex makes. "She said she felt guilty because they slept together and then found out who Michael was to you but I told her she shouldn't, that she has no control over who she falls for because what's life if we don't fall right?" Her eyes are starting to glisten with tears when she turns back to Alex.

"I told her if she had feelings that it was okay and I hoped she'd talk with you because we're friends but she hasn't has she?"

Alex shakes his head but tries to calm Liz down. "No she hasn't but it's not your fault, you were right. You didn't have all the facts and you were trying to give her advice."

Liz throws her hands up in the air in frustration. "Alex I literally told her it was okay to be in love with Michael even though we both knew how much he meant to you for the past decade."

She grabs his hand and stares at him with tearful remorse.

"I didn't know but now I do and the love you guys have is- it just pours off of you! It's like watching the sun rise into a beautiful new day and I could've damaged that."

Some of her tears have fallen but now there's a smile on her face.

"You're both so happy and you deserve to be this happy! I've only gotten to really know Michael recently but the way he looks at you and how much lighter he seems, it's incredible."

Alex is somewhat speechless, mind still trying to process the good and the bad.

"So as much as I want to tell Maria and include her, for us three to band together and work toward being best friends before everything went to hell, we can wait til you feel comfortable. If you want to talk to her just about Michael then do. If you need me or want me to do it for you I will. I'm done being a shitty friend because you Alex Manes don't deserve shitty friends."

All Alex can do is bring her into his arms for a tight hug. He realizes now how much he's missed Liz, how fierce a friend she's always been even during those trying times of her being with Kyle then leaving for school. This is the Liz Ortecho he knows and loves. The closest thing to a sister he's had besides Maria

He lets out a watery laugh.

"Ya i'm not a huge fan of shitty friends but I've gotten to know some pretty decent people and one of them gave me a pretty good apology for something she didn't have much control over either." Alex sighs into the comfortable feeling of having one of his oldest friends close again, their relationship slowly but surely knitting back together.

"She didn't have all the information too and I'm not gonna be a shitty friend who keeps information. Michael and I are going to talk to Maria, ask her if she wants to know the truth about everything before we give her all the information."

Liz nods into his chest before stepping back and wiping her eyes. "If that's what you decided on then I fully support you. I'm serious though, you can throw me under the bus and I'll save you the pain of telling her. The alien stuff, what happened at the Gala. Michael. Everything!"

Alex rolls his eyes but smiles as he turns around.

"I'll let you know. Now let's get back to the others cause I've got my own whinny alien that is apparently impatient."

It's only now that Liz sees the way Alex's shirt is being tugged and pulled in the direction of the living room.

"Guerin's kinda needy." She jokes and latches into Alex's arms.

"Oh you have no idea."

[astronomicalterror]

NOTE - THIS CHARACTER IS A WORK IN PROGRESS; ACTUAL BIO COMING OUT WHEN IM NOT EXHAUSTED FROM WORK.

)▬▬ BASIC INFO ▬▬(

• Name: Stevie A. Nicks

• Nicknames and Aliases: Anna, Savannah

• Species: Human

• Powers: Stand- Junkhead

• Alignment: True Neutral

• Date of Birth: December 13th

• Gender: Female

• Hometown: Tokyo, Japan

• Relatives: Unnamed Father [DECEASED; Died from Brain Cancer], Unnamed Mother [DECEASED; Murdered]

• Occupation: Shipping Company Owner [Former], Gambler [Currently]

• Equipment: Sewing Scissors and Thread

• Status: Alive

▪︎ Part 3 - Age : 33

▪︎ Part 4 - Age : 45

▪︎ Part 5 - Age : 47

▪︎ Part 6 - 56

▪︎ Stand Name - Junkhead

▪︎ Stand Power - Red String Manipulation: User can create, shape and manipulate the red string of fate, an invisible conceptual string that bonds souls together. They can create an limitless amount of red strings and extend them at any distance and the strings never tear apart, as it is practically indestructible. They can make the red strings become visible and touchable for others, and also choose to apply changes to anyone's soul, and as well control the relationship of those bonded by the strings, or even completely remove their bond.

▪︎ Stand Stats

Power - A [Not "Attack" wise; This is catered to the effectiveness of Junkhead]

Speed - D

Range - D

Durability - C

Precision - A

Potential - B

▬▬ PHYSICAL DESCRIPTION ▬▬

Height: 5’7’’

Weight: 152 LBs

Body Shape: Hourglass

Natural Hair Color: Platinum Blonde

Dyed Hair Color: N/A

Eye Color: Blue

Ethnicity: Japanese American

Skin Tone: Porcelain

▬▬ PSYCHOLOGIC DESCRIPTION ▬▬

Personality Type: The Commander (ENTJ)

Personality Type Description: Commanders are natural-born leaders. People with this personality type embody the gifts of charisma and confidence, and project authority in a way that draws crowds together behind a common goal. However, Commanders are also characterized by an often ruthless level of rationality, using their drive, determination and sharp minds to achieve whatever end they’ve set for themselves. Perhaps it is best that they make up only three percent of the population, lest they overwhelm the timider and sensitive personality types that make up much of the rest of the world – but we have Commanders to thank for many of the businesses and institutions we take for granted every day.

If there’s anything Commanders love, it’s a good challenge, big or small, and they firmly believe that given enough time and resources, they can achieve any goal. This quality makes people with the Commander personality type brilliant entrepreneurs, and their ability to think strategically and hold a long-term focus while executing each step of their plans with determination and precision makes them powerful business leaders. This determination is often a self-fulfilling prophecy, as Commanders push their goals through with sheer willpower where others might give up and move on

Personality Trait Strengths:

Efficient – Commanders see inefficiency not just as a problem in its own right, but as something that pulls time and energy away from all their future goals, an elaborate sabotage consisting of irrationality and laziness. People with the Commander personality type will root out such behavior wherever they go.

Energetic – Rather than finding this process taxing Commanders are energized by it, genuinely enjoying leading their teams forward as they implement their plans and goals.

Self-Confident – Commanders couldn’t do this if they were plagued by self-doubt – they trust their abilities, make known their opinions, and believe in their capacities as leaders.

Strong-Willed – Nor do they give up when the going gets tough – Commander personalities strive to achieve their goals, but really nothing is quite as satisfying to them as rising to the challenge of each obstacle in their run to the finish line.

Strategic Thinkers – Commanders exemplify the difference between moment-to-moment crisis management and navigating the challenges and steps of a bigger plan, and are known for examining every angle of a problem and not just resolving momentary issues, but moving the whole project forward with their solutions.

Charismatic and Inspiring – These qualities combine to create individuals who are able to inspire and invigorate others, who people actually want to be their leaders, and this in turn helps Commanders to accomplish their often ambitious goals that could never be finished alone.

Personality Trait Weaknesses:

Stubborn and Dominant – Sometimes all this confidence and willpower can go too far, and Commanders are all too capable of digging in their heels, trying to win every single debate and pushing their vision, and theirs alone.

Intolerant – “It’s my way or the highway” – People with the Commander personality type are notoriously unsupportive of any idea that distracts from their primary goals, and even more so of ideas based on emotional considerations. Commanders won’t hesitate a second to make that fact clear to those around them.

Impatient – Some people need more time to think than others, an intolerable delay to quick-thinking Commanders. They may misinterpret contemplation as stupidity or disinterest in their haste, a terrible mistake for a leader to make.

Arrogant – Commander personalities respect quick thoughts and firm convictions, their own qualities, and look down on those who don’t match up. This relationship is a challenge for most other personality types who are perhaps not timid in their own right, but will seem so beside overbearing Commanders.

Poor Handling of Emotions – All this bluster, alongside the assumed supremacy of rationalism, makes Commanders distant from their own emotional expression and sometimes downright scornful of others’. People with this personality type often trample others’ feelings, inadvertently hurting their partners and friends, especially in emotionally charged situations.

Cold and Ruthless – Their obsession with efficiency and unwavering belief in the merits of rationalism, especially professionally, makes Commanders incredibly insensitive in pursuing their goals, dismissing personal circumstances, sensitivities, and preferences as irrational and irrelevant.

Personality Type in Relationships:

As in other areas of their lives, Commanders approach dating and relationships with a set of goals and a plan to achieve them, and proceed to do so with impressive energy and enthusiasm. People with the Commander personality type are in it to win, and will gladly take leading roles in relationships from the start, assuming personal responsibility for how smoothly things go and working actively to ensure a mutually rewarding experience. Romantic relationships are a serious business, and Commanders are in it for the long haul. This sense of personal responsibility means that Commanders put a lot of energy into their relationships, and they show their creativity by always having something new on the agenda to keep things interesting, especially in the dating phase. At the same time though, Commander personalities keep their eyes on the long term, and if they determine that a relationship is heading towards a dead end, they will cut their losses and move on in what will seem to their partner an abrupt end to the attention they had been receiving.

Personality Stats:

Mind (This trait determines how we interact with our environment.): 56% Extraverted, 44% Introverted

Energy (This trait shows where we direct our mental energy.): 69% Intuitive, 31% Observant

Nature (This trait determines how we make decisions and cope with emotions.): 40% Feeling, 60% Thinking

Tactics (This trait reflects our approach to work, planning and decision-making.): 60% Judging, 40% Prospecting

Identity (This trait underpins all others, showing how confident we are in our abilities and decisions.): 75% Turbulent, 25% Assertive

▬▬ Story ▬▬

My father was also a respectable man. A archeologist. And I, a archeologists' eldest daughter and heir. He not only owned a shipping company, he was a close relative of a government official, who was called upon when aid was needed, and also cared for the museum in Osaka-- where we were often stayed at in the summer. As his heir, I was expected to learn much and so, I had my own private tutor that lived with us.

When summer came to pass, we went back Tokyo. In Tokyo, I saw these lovely things... these paintings. I fell in love with their design, and took up the hobby of Ukiyo-e painting. I practiced and practiced, giving father small gifts every once in awhile. He made it even more clear that I should not interact with the outside world all too often, as he did not know I was honing this new-found skill for the purpose I had intended to use it for.

He did however, notice I had begun training my eye for the paint right after passing through the marketplace on multiple occasions, wondering and dreading with his beloved daughter would whip up next. I could see things you wouldn't believe; Red strings connected to every little thing with little dates etched into them... For as long as I could remember, I could see everything of this nature just dangling freely for me and only me to take. I treasured these moments the most, this innocence in my abilities.

I can remember everything so vividly down to an exact date and exact time in which my marriage that lasted a month or so, was quick to fall apart. I had just gotten into the gambling scene heavily at 25 years old and, undoubtedly so, I had made friends as well as enemies; It was no secret I was a rich mans daughter and heir that simply had too much time and cash on their hands to blow it all so I became a center of attention. What few had tried approaching me in Hope's of romantic interest, did so in groups, only interested in my cash or my body; Everyone except for him, or so I thought.

He was charming, handsome even, and he was like a god in my eyes for he made me feel special and loved... So when he proposed, I thought nothing of it and accepted him into my heart immediately. He was eager and I was nervous. The time spent before our marriage was a month long and I had-- at the time-- no idea why. I loved him and he loved me, so why wait? By the end of that month we had waited... we married in Denmark.

The chapel was empty on my side, so his friends (and only ‘friends’ showed up) had spread out evenly. I was not accustomed to this practice, and so we had to go over it a few times... I probably frustrated them. I would find out, much later than I would have liked, exactly why he wanted to wait sooo badly~.

My body, it was on the floor and it was oh so limp. I could feel it, suffocation as blood clogged every airway possible. So limp, yet I mustered the strength to write one thing in hoping--praying!-- that I wasn’t alone. That he would be discovered. That I could be saved.

‘Him’

“Oh trust me... no one is going to find you.”

With that, that dutch bastard left me to die alone, gagging on my blood. And the fool had the audacity to step over me as I was in the process of drowning in my own pool of blood and puke on the floor in the bedroom, blood slipping between my fingers from the wounds peppering my stomach and face. Before leaving through the door, he stoked a flame to his pipe... and smiled down at me “Thanks for the inhe.....”

I can remember blacking out and, somehow, by some miracle, I was alive; My ribs were cracked, left hand fractured and I had various damage to my face from the blunt object which he had chosen to bludgeon me with but... I was alive. It stirred something in me, like I had cheated the inevitable when in actuality a friend of his hand stopped by to drop off a box of camping supplies...

He planned to break my bones and stuff me in a trunk to better hide me in the nearby woods easier.

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