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harlot-of-oblivion · 4 years ago

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🔎OC Questionnaire: Mirabella🔎

a.k.a. The Detective Reader from The Devil’s In The Details series

Full name

Mirabella Merritt

Preferred name/nickname

Mira, Honey (even though she acts like she hates it)

Generally referred to as

Honeybee, Quickdraw, Hothead, Ice Bitch

Appearance

FACECLAIM: Here’s a portrait I made using Artbreeder:

SEX: Female

HEIGHT: 5’5

WEIGHT: Lightweight

BUILD: She got some muscle in her arms and legs from her defensive training and she stays in shape with some workouts at the local gym and nightly dancing at the local cantina.

HAIR: long, soft, and honey blond. Her hair comes down just past her shoulders. She wears it in either a high ponytail or a perfect bun while working. It’s usually worn down or in a loose and messy ponytail at home. She usually curls it a little and either leaves it down or pinning it up with some flashy hair pins before going out for a night of dancing.

SKIN: White. Smooth and soft with some rough areas around her scars and calloused hands.

EYES: Honey brown like fine whiskey. They’re always sharp and focused while working a case behind her glasses. They light up like a wildfire when she’s angry and full of emotion. Long eyelashes.

MOUTH: Small mouth with thin lips. Slightly crooked teeth lightly stained with coffee.

NOSE: Little, rounded, and a bit crooked on the bridge. Small but cavernous nostrils.

HANDS: Small with trimmed fingernails with the occasional manicure if she plans on dancing that night. A little calloused from training and drawing but otherwise smooth and soft.

FEET: Small and narrow. Well trimmed nails that she paints before a night of dancing. A little rough from all the dancing in heels, but the occasional pedicure makes them soft and smooth.

SCARS: One small round scar on her thigh from a stray bullet. One large burn scar on her chest and partly over her left breast with a couple other smaller scars.

CLOTHES: A mix of business casual and sultry nightlife. Her work wardrobe mostly consists of suits, jeans, and riding jackets. She has a collection of backless evening dresses comfortable enough to dance in with a lot of high heels. There’s also quite a bit of leather, knee high boots, and concealed corsets and harnesses for her knives and guns.

OTHER NOTABLE FEATURES: She has a beauty mark just above and to the right of her chin.

Speech

VOICECLAIM: To be determined.

ACCENT: Neutral city accent.

VERBAL TICS: She will sometimes stumble over their words if back into a verbal corner.

LANGUAGE: Fluent in English and Spanish.

ARTICULATION: She is very good at explaining things; straight to the point, sometimes stubbornly so with a few curse words.

EDUCATION: She doesn’t mince words and gets straight to the point.

LAUGHTER: Her laugh is deep and hearty, but not many have heard it since she rarely laughs.

GRUMP: She’s a really grumpy gal! Grumbling, sneering, grunting...she’s done it all!

BREATHING: She humphs, scoffs, and huffs a lot when she’s annoyed.

Mannerisms

FACE: She has a stoic face most of the time, especially when she’s working. But she’s really expressive when annoyed or enraged.

HANDS: She pushes her glasses up her nose and twirls her drawing pencil a lot.

LEGS/FEET: She jiggles her leg a lot when in deep thought.

EMOTIONAL OUTBURSTS: She’s a bit of a hothead, so she’s definitely prone to some angry outbursts every now and then. Lots of yelling and shaking when she’s mad.

HABITS: She dances to music while she cooks. She also fiddles with her drawing pencil and glasses a lot.

POSTURE: Very good posture, straight and to attention even when she’s not working. She tends to slump around when she’s really sad though.

WALKING POSTURE: She has a very confident stride at all times, but tends to get stompy when she’s angry.

SITTING POSTURE: She crosses her legs a lot while sitting and doesn’t slouch unless she’s digging into a very big meal.

PERSONAL SPACE: She maintains a personal bubble for the most part, but she has been known to get into someone’s face during one of her tirades. She gets annoyed when people invade her own personal space, but doesn’t make a deal unless threatened.

SPACIAL AWARENESS: She’s been trained to notice even the littlest of details, so it’s very rare for her to be clumsy and trip over things.

OTHER: She always has to have a few hidden knives on her person at all times.

Health

DIET: She either eats a lot of junk food or nothing at all...there is no in between. Her favorite foods are spicy chicken wings, chilli dogs, pancakes, and belgian waffles. There are times that she forgets to eat while working on a case.

SLEEP: She has an erratic sleep schedule. Some days, she’ll stay up really late and only get a few hours of sleep before work while on other days she passes out super early on the couch. She pulls a lot of all nighters if she’s working on a difficult case. Doesn’t dream much, but she does suffer from the occasional nightmare of past traumatic events such as her father’s death and a scaring case from her past.

EXERCISE: She works out at the local gym and at home, but her favorite form of exercise is dancing on the weekends.

ACTIVITY: She’s a hard worker...sometimes too hard. She’s been known to work herself into exhaustion on occasion.

CLEANLINESS: She bathes regularly, showers in the morning and hot baths at night if she needs to relax. She takes special care of her feet and hair.

ODOUR: She has a nontypical feminie scent. Cool, herby, and slightly smoky.

MEDICINAL DRUGS: Birth control for her cycle.

NARCOTICS: No.

ADDICTIONS: No.

ILLNESS: No.

INJURIES: The scar on her chest still feels like it burns every now and then, but she thinks that’s all in her head. But she has noticed that it tends to get itchy around demons.

PARASITES: No.

OTHER: She’s a bit farsighted, hence the need for glasses whenever she wants to draw.

Personal

INTROVERT/EXTROVERT: She’s definitely more of an introvert, but she’s very outgoing with people she’s familiar with and has no qualms yelling when angered.

OPTIMIST/PESSIMIST: She’s more a pessimist with a dash of optimism when things go right.

GENDER: Female.

SEXUALITY: The gender and/or sex of a potential partner doesn’t really matter to her as long as they have the backbone to stand their ground around her. She can’t stand pushovers even though she’s more dominant in the bedroom. She finds it highly attractive if a partner can challenge her in some way, but if they turn manipulative she’s very quick to leave them in the dust.

ROMANTIC: She thinks that all romance is just a farce to get laid, but she secretly wonders how it would feel to be romanced. She has a weakness for any show of compassion, especially towards her since she scares away most people from getting closer to her.

MEMORY: She has an excellent memory thanks to her training as a detective. She can recall a lot of obscure details off the top of her head such as restaurant menus, city streets, and defining features.

PLANNING: She’s very good at planning, very meticulous and contingencies are made for many possibilities. But sometimes the best laid plans fall apart, which is why she’s also a quick thinker and has been known to keep cool under pressure.

PENSIVE: She spends a lot of time thinking about many things: her life, past actions, problems, and cases to solve. A lot of her ruminations happen while she’s drawing or driving on her motorcycle.

INTUITION: Her intuition is very sharp thanks to her training as a detective.

PROBLEM SOLVING: She’s made a career out of solving problems, so she’s gotten very good at it.

GOALS: To serve and protect the people of Red Grave to the best of her ability.

INSECURITIES: She’s very insecure about the huge scar on her chest, which is why she never wears anything that shows her cleavage. No one knows about this since she’s so damn good at hiding her feelings. The only time it comes to light is when she’s intimate with a partner, but even then she just insists on wearing something to cover her chest. Her partner can still see and touch her anywhere if her demands are met.

ACHIEVEMENTS: She was very proud when she got her badge and when she got her promotion to detective.

ANXIETY: Sharp objects near her eyes really freaks her out. And being around demons still makes her a little uneasy.

OVERWHELMED: She has a pretty high threshold for stress, but the dam has been known to break when it gets to be too much at the same time.

SELF-HELP: She says that she deals with her life problems, but it’s more like she brushes them off until she has to deal with it in order to move on once it becomes inconvenient.

COMFORTS: Drawing, dancing, and eating breakfast food.

BAD HABITS: She taps her fingers a lot and even bites her drawing pencils at times.

PHILOSOPHY: She’s not very religious, especially after all the things she’s seen and experienced in Red Grave. But what she does believe in is that everyone deserves justice tempered with common sense.

TRIGGERS: The screeching of demons and malicious laughter.

The Past

PARENTS/GUARDIANS: Both of her parents divorced when she was very young. She was mostly raised by her father while growing up. She loved her father very much, so when he died in the middle of a gunfight she was utterly devastated. She had to move in with her alcoholic mother soon after, constantly bickering and dodging stray vodka bottles until she was old enough to leave. Her relationship with her mother hasn’t gotten any better since then.

SCHOOL: She always got the highest grades in her class. She was teased for having a “trashy bitch” as her mother by fellow classmates, but one punch to the face and groin of one bully soon put a stop to that until she graduated.

ADOLESCENCE: Going through puberty was really rough for her since that was about the time of her father’s death.

LEAVING HOME: She hated leaving her father’s home in Red Grave, but she celebrated leaving her mother’s home to pursue a career as a detective just like her father.

FURTHER EDUCATION: She went to a prestigious university for police training and to study criminal justice.

FIRST JOB: She did a bunch of odd jobs before moving out of her mother’s house, mostly food delivery and front desk clerk for a local mechanic.

LIFE EVENTS: Watching her father get shot multiple times definitely solidified her decision to become a detective at a young age. Getting her badge and promotion was a very proud day for her. Almost dying at the hands of a malicious demon while working a case still affects her to this day.

WORST DAY OF THEIR LIFE: The day her father died.

BEST DAY OF THEIR LIFE: She finally found her place in the world beside her devilish partner.

LESSONS: Life isn’t always a basket of rainbows and sunshine; sometimes it’s just hell in a handbasket disguised as the most wonderful dream. Humans will always put up a fight even when it seems hopeless. Always get the whole picture before putting your pencil to paper.

LOOKING BACK: If Mira could re-play her life and do something differently, it would be to not call out her father’s name that fateful day...maybe if he hadn't of turned around he would’ve seen one of the shadowy figures pointing a gun at him. Maybe he would’ve lived if he hadn't just looked away at just the wrong moment.

Relationships

FAMILY: After her father died and she moved out of her mother’s clutches, she just accepts that she has no more family to speak of.

FRIENDSHIPS: A couple of her co-workers can be considered close friends. She values honesty in friendship, but finds it hard to open up about her feelings even among long time friends.

FRIENDS IN NEED: She’s a really good listener so she helps by hearing a friend out while they rant and rave their troubles to her. She’ll only offer advice when asked, and if it’s a subject that makes her feel uncomfortable...well, she tends to just stay silent and hope that it ends soon enough.

NEEDING A FRIEND: She’s always relied on herself so it doesn’t even cross her mind to seek help. She’d much rather just deal with her problems on her own, which makes the few friends she does have worry about her from time to time.

ANNOYANCES: She’s very easily annoyed if you know exactly what really grinds her gears. And if an argument or disagreement starts, she won’t back down unless proven wrong or she just gets way too angry and needs to leave to let off some steam.

ROMANCE: She’s never really wooed anyone in a romantic sense...she’s very up front and to the point, so if she intends to take someone to her bed then she’ll spell it out in big bold letters. She’s attracted to people who aren’t afraid to let her know a piece of their mind and respect her privacy.

MARITAL PROBLEMS: She’s not married, but there would probably be a lot of bickering and some fights that end with some sort of compromise.

ADVERSARIES: She doesn’t tolerate narrow mindedness and duplicity among friends.

ENEMIES: Anyone who harms innocent civilians and uses trickery for their own selfish gain will be seen as an enemy in her eyes.

STRANGERS: She’s respectful of strangers since that comes part of the job, but she has no problem sharing a piece of her mind if they’re rude.

FUN STUFF: She likes to hang out at the local cantina for some good food, margaritas, and some salsa dancing.

DATING: She would just like to do what she normally does with friends...just in a more intimate setting with just her and her romantic partner. She also wouldn’t mind staying home, cooking a meal, and eating together on the couch while watching old movies.

BEST FRIEND: To be determined.

LOVE: If she’s ever honest with her feelings...her devilish partner will forever always have her heart.

WORST ENEMY: Right now, whoever is behind the current string of murderers and disappearances is number on her list of worst enemies. The one criminal who got away is second for now.

RESPECT: She will never respect any enemies that pull innocent civilians into harm's way for selfish gain.

Interactions

MINGLING: She’s not much of a mingler and she’s terrible at making new friends.

COMFORT LEVELS: She’s somewhat comfortable talking to people, but doesn’t go out of her way to to do so unless it’s for a case. The only time she’s uncomfortable is when they invade her personal space.

PHYSICAL: She’s not touchy-feely at all. The closest she’ll ever get to close contact is handshakes, shoving her elbow into someone that’s annoying her, and the occasional pat on the shoulder and arm.

GROUPS: She does okay in a big group, but she’s more than likely sulking in the corner listening to various conversations. It’s only when she’s hanging out with a small group of people that she can feel truly relaxed.

OPENNESS: She’s definitely not an open book...more like an angry bee buzzing around in an airtight jar. And even if you manage to crack the lid open you still gotta deal with one pissed off bee! But if someone’s able to withstand her sting then she’ll gradually open to them.

GENEROSITY: She’ll buy gifts for close friends for their birthday and holidays. And she would be willing to lend money to a friend if so long as it’s for an important and responsible reason. She always tells everyone that they don’t need to get her anything, but it secretly warms her heart anytime she receives a gift.

JEALOUSY: She’s not prone to jealousy unless it has something to do with her job, such as someone seeing a clue she should’ve seen first, which just pushes her to do better. When it comes to romantic jealousy, she will do one of two things: she’ll either pretend that it doesn’t bother her while asking a lot of questions OR she’ll straight confront her partner about it with just a tad of anger within her voice.

TEMPER: She has one helluva temper! But it only comes out if you know juuuust the right buttons to press. And she tends to keep a lid on her temper while working unless it will help get a lead that will help the case.

EMPATHY: She’s able to empathise with people despite living a hard life, and her training as a detective sharpened this to a fine point since it sometimes helps to think like a killer. She’s always careful about what to say as long as she isn’t in the middle of an angry tirade.

AFFECTION: She doesn’t show affection in the typical way; sometimes she’ll give a little sketch on a napkin or a full on drawing. Other times, she’ll bring some takeout from their favorite place along with their preferred booze of choice. And as for physical displays of affection, she likes to lean her on their shoulder or chest, maybe some light hand holding if she’s comfortable around them.

DISTASTE: She’ll outright tell someone she dislikes them to their face. But if she REALLY doesn’t like someone, she’ll dig up some dirt on them and casually pull it out the next time they get on her nerves.

ETIQUETTE: She can come off as rude and inappropriate at times thanks to her upfront attitude, but she tries really hard to reign it in during certain situations.

RESPONSIBILITY: If she’s proven to be wrong then she will not only own up to her mistakes, but she’ll also try her hardest to correct it.

SELF ESTEEM: She’ll not only stick up for herself...she’ll straight up fire back! Being bullied in school has toughened her up and her skin has only grown thicker since then.

CONFIDENCE: She doesn’t give a damn what people think about her.

HONESTY: She always speaks her mind honestly at all times. But while working she’ll keep some thoughts private if she thinks it will lead to a break in the case.

LEADER OR FOLLOWER: She’s a leader through and through.

PARTY TRICKS: She’s pretty decent at speed drawing and she can tie a cherry stem into a knot, sometimes two knots if it’s long enough, using only her tongue.

PRAISE: It depends on who is giving her the compliment that determines her reaction. If it’s her superior complimenting her on a job well done, then she’ll accept it graciously but move onto the case. But if it’s someone in a more intimate setting giving her a compliment, she’ll still accept it but feel very strange about...almost as if she really enjoys it even though she doesn’t think she deserves the praise.

FAILURES: Some people don’t appreciate her abrasive attitude and her terrible temper hasn’t made her much friends in the past.

CRITICISM: She can handle criticism, but she has a tendency to beat herself up over it if it’s related to work.

INSULTS: It depends on who’s insulting her. She’ll launch into a full on yelling match at some, but then roll her eyes and just fire back with her own insult at others.

EMBARRASSMENT: It takes a lot for her to feel embarrassed. But when it does happen, she tries really hard to hide it behind her stoic expression. The tips of her ears and front of her chest turn bright red when she’s embarrassed.

FLIRTING: She’s not verbally flirty, but her body does all the talking while dancing.

ATTENTION SPAN: She’s great at multitasking and can hold her concentration for a very long time. She’s not easily distracted either.

SITUATIONS: She’s not good at dealing with difficult social situations, mostly because her first instinct is to start yelling.

Life

CAREER: Detective for the Red Grave City P.D. She’s one of the best in her department and she finds her job very fulfilling with every case she solves.

PROMOTION: She’s happy where she is at the moment, but sometimes she feels like she could do more, which always leads to the idea about leaving the force to become a private detective just like her father.

BOSS: The superior she reports to was her partner before he got the promotion, so they have a pretty good relationship.

DUTY: Solves crimes and brings criminals to justice whenever possible.

TECH: She’s great with modern technology.

POLITICS: Not very political.

COMBAT SKILLS: Has basic training in hand-to-hand self defence and has precise aim with her gun. She’s also not afraid to whip out one of her many hidden knives if ever disarmed.

HOME: She lives in a one bedroom flat near downtown Red Grave. It’s kept very clean and neat in some areas like the kitchen, but the one corner of the living room that serves as her work area is an organized mess of pencils, drawings, and crime scene photographs. Sparsely decorated with only a few personal touches here and there, such as a display case that holds her father’s custom gun.

DAILY LIFE: Goes through with the day-to-day tasks in a calm and orderly fashion most of the time. There are some days where stress gets the better of her, but some greasy food and a couple of margaritas help get her back on track.

INDEPENDENCE: Very independent ever since her father died.

COOKING: She’s a decent cook, only knowing a handful of recipes handed down to her from her father. Her specialty is spicy chicken wings, pan pizza, and pancakes.

BUILDING: She inherited her father’s toolbox and uses it for basic DIY around her flat since she hates waiting up for maintenance. She’s also a decent mechanic, which comes in handy when her motorcycle needs a tune up. And she knows a little about sewing, mostly just to fix her various riding jackets.

CLEANING: She tries to keep her flat clean, especially the kitchen, bathroom, and bedroom. But sometimes her job distracts her from doing her chores for days at a time.

SHOPPING: She doesn’t mind shopping, but it’s not something she looks forward to. She usually buys what she can online just so she doesn’t have to go out. She’s a sensible shopper and isn’t prone to impulsive buying unless it’s for a special occasion.

DRIVING: She built her own custom motorcycle and drives around on it all the time.

FINANCES: She’s financially stable and pays her bills on time. She also has a tidy sum in her savings since she rarely splurges in anything besides food and drinks.

MARRIAGE: Not married and doesn’t really see marriage in her future.

KIDS: No kids and doesn’t want kids.

PETS: No pets but wouldn’t mind getting one if she ever moves into a bigger flat.

DEPENDANTS: No.

LAW: The police got involved when she punched a bully’s lights out in high school, but no one pressed charges against her. Not much trouble with the law after that.

COURT: She had to go there numerous times to sort out some legal issues with her mother.

PRISON: No.

TRAVELLING: She hasn’t been on holiday since college, and every time someone brings it up she just shrugs and says that her job doesn’t allow breaks. But she wouldn’t mind traveling somewhere for a time, drawing some new scenery and clear her thoughts before getting back to work.

MEDICAL: She goes to the doctor and dentist when she has to, but avoids the eye doctor like the plague...especially if the check up involves sharp objects near her eyes.

ILLNESS: She has PTSD.

WORRIES: She worries about difficult cases from time to time, wondering if she’ll solve it before more lives are lost.

PEACE: She doesn’t mind peace and quiet, but she’s gotten good at filtering out distracting noise whenever she’s concentrating on drawing or just pondering about theories. She listens to rock music while cooking though.

PARTYING: She loves to go dancing at the local cantina with a couple of her coworkers on the weekends. But she sometimes stays in if she wants to be alone with her thoughts.

HOBBIES: Her job as a police sketch artist before her promotion to detective has now become an enjoyable hobby. She also likes to collect knives and hide them in various places all over her person as well as her flat. And she’s been known to tinker with her motorcycle and find ways to make it run smoother.

I used this detailed character meme here to fill this all out (the OP’s tumblr is either deactivated or on private so I cannot provide the link there)

#mirabella #detective reader #oc questionnaire #the devil's in the details #finally finished honeybee's questionnaire!#i hope you enjoy this cute grump #that somehow stole a devil's heart with one angry tirade 🤣#🔎🐝🕵️‍♀️🐝🔎#harlot writes #harlot speaks

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overdramatic-queer-antagonist · 4 years ago

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Echos of Something Long Forgotten

AO3

Yeah, I can write canon compliant things. Wild, I know.

Magnus should be in bed. It's three am, and he's got a long day of training tomorrow, but- He has nightmares a lot. Always about Julia. Most of the time, they're about what happened, Kalen, and such, but sometimes they're... something else. It's not that he can't remember the dream so much as parts. Scenery, people, and words, usually.

He's had The dream since before Governer Kalen. Hell, Steven (his father in law, not the fish) took him to a dream specialist for it. Ze had said it was a sign of PTSD, but Magnus had never experienced anything like it in his waking life.

In the dream, something descends from the sky. When Magnus tries to remember what, all he can think of is static. Dream Magnus knows what it is, though. His friend grabs his hand (Another piece of static. He can't think of his name or face. Magnus is pretty sure it starts with a B,) and they run towards some more static people. The captain tells them the game plan. Which is also mostly incomprehensible, but Dream Magnus gets it. And then they break off.

Magnus runs into the Hammer and Tongs. He's yelling for Steven and Julia, and he hears Steven scream. There are more people- no. not people. They're a part of the thing in the sky. He gets into the room just soon enough to watch the static monsters kill Julia. Even as she dies, she keeps hacking her ax at it. Sometimes Magnus wonders if she died fighting in real life, too.

The dream was marginally easier when he still had Julia. He'd wake up screaming for her every time. She never got frustrated, though, even when they were fighting. She'd kiss the scar above his eye, and they'd go downstairs and heat up some lavender tea. That's what he was doing now. He never did lose the habit of stocking up on lavender tea. It wouldn't be as good as Julia made it, but it would do.

Magnus was sure he'd be alone. Yet, here Taako was kneading dough way too hard.

"Taako? Is everything okay?" Magnus asks blearily.

Taako jumps and aims the Umbrastaff at Magnus, relaxing when he sees who it is. "Shit, Maggy! Thought you were one of those crystal monsters!" When Taako doesn't answer the question, Magnus raises an eyebrow. "Yeah, I'm fine. Just couldn't sleep."

"Yeah, same. Had a nightmare." Magnus says. He's trying to imply that Taako can tell him what's wrong.

"What about? Dogs falling off the moon?" Taako asks, making clear that he doesn't want to say why he's up.

"No, actually. About my wife. And what happened," Magnus is kinda lying, but he doesn't really want to get into it, and he doubts Taako would either.

"Fuck, sorry, dude." From anyone else, that would seem apathetic. But Magnus likes to think he knows Taako well enough to know that's not true.

"Yeah, just making some tea. Speaking of what are you making?"

"Oh, just basic sourdough. Don't have 'nuff energy for anything too fancy."

Magnus would love to tell Taako he's sure it will be delicious. He is. Those macaroons Taako made last month for Candlenights? Amazing. But Magnus knows that any mention of actually eating anything he makes will make whatever wrong worse.

Those macaroons were the only thing of Taako's Magnus has ever seen anyone eat in the half-year he's known him. It's not like Taako doesn't cook. He does, all the time. But when he's done, he always just throws it away.

Instead, Magnus stays quiet. The two putter around the kitchen, making their respective coping foods, in silence until they hear a loud banging coming from Merle's room.

Magnus, you guessed it, rushes in. Well, actually. He knocks politely on the door and asks, "Everything okay?" He doesn't get a response, so he says, "Okay. I'm gonna come in now." and opens the door.

Magnus doesn't think he's ever seen Merle cry. Well, there was that time last month when Magnus cut his arm off, but even then, he barely shed a tear. Now, Merle was sitting at his desk, sobbing so hard that it shook. It looks like that banging Magnus heard was Merle's Xtreme Teen Bible! falling off of the desk.

Merle looked up at Magnus sadly and sighed, "Oh no, Mags. You don't need to see me like-" His thought was interrupted by another loud sob, and he gave up on trying to speak.

"Okay," Magnus starts carefully. "I'm gonna carry you over to the couch. Nod if that's okay." Merle nods, so Magnus gently lifts and walks slowly over to the couch.

By the time he has Merle comfortably seated, Taako comes over with a rag that smells like lavender. (Magnus privately wonders if Taako just dumped his tea on a rag.) He puts the rag around Merle's neck and holds his hands.

"Okay, now tell me what happened," Taako says.

"I had a nightmare. I w- I'm sorry, I can't," Merle whispers the last part as if he thinks if he's quiet enough, the tears won't try to interrupt him.

"That's okay. You're gonna have trouble. Just keep trying." Taako says as he rubs circles into Merle's palm.

Merle takes a deep breath and continues, "I was playing chess with a man. I can't think of his face, but I'm pretty sure I knew him. J-J." He slumps over as he tries to think of the name.

"Don't worry, Merle. Just keep going." Magnus says.

"Okay... He kept- he kept asking me about my kids. And I kept trying to change the subject, but he just kept asking and- I can't explain it, but I just knew he was going to hurt them."

"Is there more?" Taako asks. Merle shakes his head. "Okay, now take slow, deep breaths. In for 7, hold for 4, out for 8."

After a few cycles, Merle looks like he feels a lot better, and he asks, "Now, where the hell did you learn that, Taako?"

Taako closes his eyes tight like he has a headache, and Magnus puts a hand on his shoulder. "It's not worth it. Just let the question slide past."

The trio sit in quiet for a moment before Taako finally asks, "Magnus, did your nightmare have static in it?" Magnus nods. "Mine too..." Taako says thoughtfully. After a moment, he lets out a loud groan and gets up. "There's something there! It's right there, but I. Can't. See. It. And it's driving me crazy!"

"Just let it pass. Do you wanna talk about what it's about?" Taako opens his mouth to speak and instead starts gagging. "Okay, me first. A big cloud of static comes down from the sky. There are seven of us. We all seem to know what's going on. We're trying to stop it. I go to the shop- Oh boy. One second," Fantasy Jesus, why is Magnus's mouth so dry. His heart was pounding, but he could work through that. "I go to the shop my father in law and I owned, and I can hear him screaming from the backroom. The last thing I see before I wake up is Julia hacking at a static monster, refusing to die. The worst part is these dreams started before they even died."

It takes a moment to realize why nobody's speaking. Merle's drinking a glass of water- good he was crying. He's probably dehydrated.- But Taako's writing furiously into a notebook. Magnus laughs. He looks just like- Taako gives him a weird look, and Magnus shrugs in return.

"Can you speak, bud?" Merle asks.

Taako sighs, "Yeah, I think it'll be okay. Wasn't sure, though, hence the notebook. Okay... Fantasy Mary Berry, this is like group therapy or something! So. I poisoned a whole town."

"Gosh, Taako, that sounds terrible. I'm so sor-" Taako interrupts Magnus with a sharp, bitter laugh.

"That wasn't the nightmare. It actually happened. An accident, obvi, but I'm still wanted. Glamour Springs, forty people died."

"Shit."

"Yeah. 'Shit' indeed. The point is that's why I don't really cook for anyone anymore. In my dream, I'm making something for someone... It's so weird. I want to say she's my sister, but I'm an only child. But, yeah. My 'sister' eats it. Thirty garlic clove chicken, because my brain hates me. It poisons her, and I sit there watching her die in front of me, unable to do anything but pray it doesn't hurt too much. I can't even figure out what I did to mess up the recipe so bad."

There's silence for a moment. Magnus doesn't really know how to proceed, and he's willing to bet the others feel the same. After a second, Merle speaks. "Wow. What a fucked up group we are, huh?"

Magnus laughs, "Yeah, that's one way of putting it, old man!"

Eventually, the conversation becomes less weighted and the silence more comfortable. It's nice. Knowing that there were other anomalies like Magnus. People who cried for people and places they didn't know that didn't exist, probably. Even so, Magnus can't shake how familiar all of this feels. Talking with Taako and Merle like this. It feels like he's done it a thousand times. But he guesses that's just another thought he has to let slip through the cracks. For now, he'll just goof off with the first friends he's made since the fall of Raven's Roost. Yeah. That sounds nice.

_____

Lucretia hoped that they would be asleep. She'd woken up with nightmares again, just like she had for the past 112 years, just like they all had. This was the day the Hunger took their home from them, after all.

She just wants to check on them, make sure they were still there. Not dead like her nightmares. They aren't. She hears Taako laughing from behind the door, and for a moment, all she wants to do is barge into that room and tell them about the latest book she read.

That's what they used to do on this day. When everything was too much like what they'd lost. Magnus would always try to get through it alone, but the Captian made sure nobody went through it alone.

The twins would bake cookies, elderflower macaroons, Lucretia's favorite, and try to teach Barry how to make hot cocoa. They never could figure out if him drinking the one with milk in it was better or worse. Taako swore it was a sin to drink hot cocoa made with water, but Lup didn't want him to hurt his stomach.

Merle would listen to Lucretia rambling on about whatever book she'd just read. They had to stock up on them because she went through them so quickly. Taako would interject her retelling with comments and jokes. Whenever she read a particularly heteronormative one, he'd start interjecting ways the scene could've gone but didn't. It was like a party. It was a little too somber, but that just made it a shitty party.

It had been twelve years since their last shitty party. Lucretia wanted so bad to just walk in there and be like they used to. Taako, making fun of Barry and Lup. Merle, trying to get Davenport to dance with him. Much to the dismay of everyone else in the room. Magnus, parading Lucretia around on his shoulders as she ranted about how overrated Fantasy Shakespeare was.

But Lup and Barry are gone. Davenport's a husk. Magnus, Merle, and Taako, while they may not seem too different to the outside eye, are broken. And it's all Lucretia's fault. She tries to tell herself that she had no choice. Once the Hunger was stopped, they could go back to that. She really should be going, actually. But she's been all alone for twelve years. So she leans against the door of her brothers who don't remember her. She'll just listen for a little bit longer.

#the adventure zone #the adventure zone balance #taz #taz balance #taz balance spoilers #taz fic #fanfic #magnus burnsides #taz magnus #taz taako #taako tacco #taz merle #merle highchurch #taz lucretia #angst #tw swearing #tw panic attack #tw nightmares #tw ptsd

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ghostgetter · 5 years ago

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hi idea i want to write but am too lazy to compile:

there needs to be a klance canon divergent au of lance idk, being manipulated by druid magic or possibly (and i like this idea better) post-undercover mission instructed by shiro and getting caught, trying to escape in his ship (not Blue) and it crashing and a galra leader blowing it up and Lotor (who, since i have watched one episode, is Bad To Me) finds him near-death after being begrudgingly ordered to kill him, but with n o m e m o r y of anything - he thinks his name is Tailor until Lotor comes to the conclusion by galaxy rumors that his name is Lance - and is thus coined a ~*~*~perfect right-hand man~*~*~, a perfect soldier, who has all the muscle memory of an excellent pilot and shooter but no recollection of his home or his family or his life or his friends, so nothing to hold him back from getting the job done.

And Lotor takes him under his wing to not exactly work with the galra (because he’s a prince damn it he has earned his place to take control of what he can and will not be ordered by shitty galra lieutenants) but still do Bad Things. He’s got Acxa and others and essentially overthrow governments for their team, collecting weapons and information and money and the like (but Lotor is sending most of this to Zarkon for control blah blah complications whatever)

Meanwhile the team is like, totally distraught. Nearly fallen apart. They have a funeral for Lance because they have no reason to think he’s alive. Keith, who had a fleeting moment with Lance a few days prior, who had developed feelings for him, blames Shiro for his death. Hunk’s furious with the team in general and demands they go home. Pidge is immensely sad and stops sleeping because she lost another brother figure. Shiro doesn’t blame Keith for being angry and agrees this is his fault. Keith’s being extra-“let’s throw my life on the line every mission who gives a shit anymore” until he and Shiro have a Serious Talk. Allura is reluctant but forces herself to attach to Blue, whom is also relectant (they later find out it’s cus Lance Is Alive and Blue Wants Her Paladin).

Anyway Kolivan, leader of the BOM, who Keith has been occassionally working under for more missions to kill himself in, comes to the castle of lions with news about the galra a few months after Lance’s death. He requests their help with stopping a side group of galra who don’t seem to be directly working with Zarkon but are on the map in a massive way and causing havoc and know team voltron wanna be involved. Allura is automatically in but Hunk is so fucking done he wants to go home. He wants to go to Cuba and see Mrs McClain and apologize and cry about their son. And then Kolivan pulls out a tablet that reveals a hologram of Lance.

Lance, in a bright purple uniform, a scar from his temple to his brow, hoisting a galra-styled rifle and perched on a futuristic building, aiming below, clearly unaware of his photo being taken. Alive.

And Keith snatches the tablet from Kolivan “when was this taken?”

“Three days ago.”

Anyway so Team Voltron and BOM team up immediately to get Lance but BOM’s goal is Lotor and the other galra Keith and Hunk (and Shiro, who is still very guilty) are all “we’re getting Lance and regrouping fuck this.” They end up on a planet untouched by Zarkon but in near chaos cus of Lotor’s team, and the BOM are chasing some of the galra in their ships, losing em, and team voltron are also in ships (not the lions), and Keith’s chasing Lotor but then his ship gets slammed into and it’s Lance, he just knows, so he has Shiro and Kolivan continue after Lotor while he chases Lance. He shoots out a cable that catches onto Lance’s ship and forces it to (roughly) land and he runs out of his ship to get Lance, who’s stumbling out

and Keith calls out to him and Lance shoots him.

Keith is able to dodge it enough so it grazes him but Lance quickly shoots at the cable attached to his ship to get it off and runs back in before escaping.

And in his sheer disbelief of what just happened, he hears on the coms that Lotor also escaped, and Hunk and Pidge’s ship crashed, and this was a fucking mess, and Lance looked right at him and just shot him, what the hell -

Anyway lots of heists and chasing and Keith has Pidge catch wind of Lance at an underground hover cycle race on a planet with lots of crime (Lance had ditched Lotor and his team for some air as things were getting Tense between him and Lotor, who was usually very on top of Lance in a protective, possessive way that was kinda creepy but also not necessarily Bad, unlike now where Lotor is being possessive and gross and Lance was starting to question things because Blue was trying to communicate with him through quintessence as the Castle Ship kinda hovered nearer and nearer and Allura was trying to expand it???? idk i don’t watch this show does this make sense lmao) and Keith heads off there alone and sees him in his natural habitat and it’s almost like???? he was the same person? It’s post race and he rips off his helmet, cocky and smirking at an alien that he just beat. mouthing off to him and shooting finger guns at the crowd and winking and Keith’s heart soothes because shit, it’s Lance.

And Lance is getting ready to leave - he’s collected his winnings and such and he’s pulling out and Keith drives up to him and takes his helmet off and Lance double takes. And is like “um, hello?”

And Keith has, no idea, maybe it’s the cocky smirk he saw, but he revs his engine and says: “I hear you’re pretty good at racing around here.”

Lance laughs, sudden startlement pushed aside by amusement. “I’d say I’m the best pilot they’ve seen.”

“Wanna test that theory?”

And Lance is confused because like, he shot this guy? “Do you have a death wish or something, man?”

“Maybe,” Keith smirks. “I just wanna race.”

Lance blinks once, twice, then scoffs. Turns forward, “Fine. Your funeral.”

“This’ll be fun,” Keith turns forward as well. “Lance and Keith, neck and neck, remember?”

And Lance looks at him, because no, what the fuck? No he doesn’t.

Anyway they race through the city streets. It is indeed: Lance and Keith, Neck and Neck. Lance comes to the conclusion that this Keith is immensely fucking good at racing. But so is Lance, who bypasses him on a few turns, of course until they start getting tailed by the city’s law enforcement. And Keith, who’s fucking crazy, is able to turn his bike around and force them to crash, and then pass Lance in reverse, and take the lead.

And win.

And Lance is pissed but he takes this loss and pulls out into an open field and Keith and him bicker a bit about the race and Keith criticizes him but also “but you got better with the accelerating. You just break too much on turns. You do that when you pilot, too.”

“I’m confused. So you know how I pilot, now?”

“Yeah, I know how you pilot. I know you.”

“No, you don’t,” Lance argues. “You don’t know me.”

“You’re a pilot, you’re good with a gun -”

“Everyone knows that,” Lance cuts in. “Everyone on this planet knows that. I made a name for myself here. That doesn’t mean you know anything about me—”

“I know you’re from Cuba, on Earth.” Keith argues back. “I know you have a large family. I know you love the ocean, and that you miss rain.”

Lance is quiet, then, “I don’t remember rain.”

“Maybe not. But I can help you remember it.”

And at this point they’ve gotten closer and they’re talking and Lance asks where he got the scar on his face “if you know me so well” and Keith tells him the story, breezing over their moment and tells him about Shiro, and fighting the galra, and that Lance is a paladin of -

And in comes Lotor, his ship coming in from above and landing, him and another Galra, and call out to Lance, in a calm, orderly fashion and Keith and Lance both freeze. Lotor tells Lance to meet at the randezvous point and Lance hesitates until Lotor repeats himself, and Lance sighs, looks at Keith and salutes him, and gets on his hoverbike with one last look before driving off to get to the ship he docked and fly off.

And then Lotor and Keith face off. Not fighty but more argumentative. And Lotor expresses just how much control he has over Lance, who’s so flighty lately since Voltron got involved and it’s agitating, and Lotor offers information on inside Galra war plans in exchange for Keith and his team to back off.

“And Lance?”

Lotor eyes him. “He stays.”

“Then no.”

And Keith takes out his sword because he’s honestly had it with Lotor and then he sees Lotor brought more than just one Galra, but another humanoid-alien, who comes out aiming a laser at Keith. And then bam bam Hunk appears from Yellow, who he took down to follow after Keith because fuck you, Lance is his best friend he wants him back, canon bayard loaded and trained on Lotor.

Anyway no harm comes from it and then after a battle happens with the Lions and Lance being forced to eject from the warship with a few others and join the fight and Lance is Not Feeling This (he feels super connected to Blue and Lotor is on his ass about Keith and Lance Does Not Remember fuck off). Keith sees this and has Red get close to Lance, with Shiro and everyone yelling at him, and he propells to Lance’s ship outta the jaw of Red and has Red back outta the line of fire, and somehow blah blah, gets into Lance’s ship. And Lance is like ?????? but then immediately sees that Lotor is aiming a canon at them and they’re gonna blow up and they do, until Red comes in and snatches them up. Keith is unconscious. Lance is confused. He sees Team Voltron on the vid cam and doesn’t know what’s happening. He tries to explain what Lotor’s doing and that Keith got knocked out with the blast and he’s so confused and why is the yellow guy crying, what’s going on, until Allura tries to get Lance to pilot Red, and Lance argues with her a bit while settling Keith in what looks like a seconadry pilot chair that miraculously popped up. And then Lance, like, hears this Lion-thing? Speaking to him??? And he pilots Red and Lotor escapes and they go back to the castle of Lions, get Keith into a pod, and everyone hugs Lance, who still doesn’t???? Understand????

Anyway. Long story short. He re-meets the team. Joins the fight. Pilots Blue again, who he confesses to have been hearing in some sorta abyss for the last month. Has a heart to heart with Shiro. Cries with Hunk. Re-falls for Keith. Big battle. He gets his memory back later. The end.

#klance #how do i add a read more on here anymore fucj

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gh0stbird · 4 years ago

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Okay Now Do The Rest

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

Bright but argumentative. I was never afraid of pointing out things I didn’t feel were fair hfhddh

When we were learning numbers kids would often write 91 for nineteen, just flip them, y’know, and Ms. Potter yelled at the class for it. Baby Generiq went into it about how it was an understandable mix up because you do say the number first. In twenty-three you write the two first, so in nineteen it’s easy to assume you would write the nine first.

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

Tired.

8. movies or tv shows?

TV shows. Every book adaptation should also be a series not a movie. Thank you for coming to my TED Talk.

9. favorite smell in the summer?

Honeysuckle and sunshine

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

Floor hockey! My friend and I used to be brutal and swing at each other’s shins going after the ball. Also it was reminiscent of golf, which I competed in.

12. name of your favorite playlist?

I have an untitled playlist I cycle my current music in and out of, but Newton’s Third Law is my favorite named one!

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

I don’t- I guess the yellow smarties. Don’t come for me they taste like lemonade.

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

I assume this means assigned book and not the reports we got to pick for ourselves. Ah, Night was good. Lord of the Flies was fine but way overhyped. Again, don’t come for me.

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

If I can tuck my legs into the chair I am sitting in that is ideal!

18. ideal weather?

When you know it is going to rain and you get to stay home

19. sleeping position? (Skipped on accident)

I reeeally like pressure, so either against something or on my stomach.

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

Phone notes and a notebook! Sometimes a blank document but I always find it strangely intimidating

21. obsession from childhood?

Warrior Cats, Percy Jackson, and Maximum Ride were my big three!

22. role model?

Aa I try to straw from people I want to copy, but there are talents I look up to. Rachel Chavkin is a brilliant director, and there are so many artists and authors I look up to and who inspire me.

24. favorite crystal?

Obsidian because it’s black like my hea- I’m kidding, I do love obsidian, but it’s Rose Quartz because it’s a very very pretty, soft pink and makes me happy.

25. first song you remember hearing?

The mobile above my crib played Imagine by John Lennon. My childhood room was themed after it as well!

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

Swim or sit in the sunshine. Ben and I usually go driving with the top down as well.

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

Walking through fresh snow is amazing, so are snowball fights and building snowmen.

28. five songs to describe you?

Oh fuck yes

Hurricane - Hamilton

The Reckless and the Brave - All Time Low

Almost There - The Princess and the Frog

All This and Heaven Too - Florence + the Machine

Facade - Jekyll and Hyde: A Gothic Musical Thriller

30. places that you find sacred?

I don’t typically find places sacred, but certain headspaces are very special to me, and time spent with loved ones means more than enough to be considered sacred.

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

A black blazer with a white button-down and a skirt.

32. top five favorite vines?

I am in Missouri (misery)

I love you, Bitch

I want a Church girl

Obama’s “I know because I won both of them”

I won’t hesitate, Bitch!

33. most used phrase in your phone?

“No worries”

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

That fucking PFI bandana boot sale I stg

35. average time you fall asleep?

Somewhere between 9:00 and three in the morning

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

Some girl doing bunny ears on her friend. I don’t remember what the caption was

38. lemonade or tea?

Both. Mixed together. It’s called an Arnold Palmer and it is my favorite drink

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

Lemon cake!

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

We duck taped out principal to the wall once. Also some kid broke their tray over another kid’s head at lunch one time.

41. last person you texted?

The family group chat, though Beau if Discord counts

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

I wear a lot of leggings so jacket pockets!

44. favorite scent for soap?

We had some Lily of the Valley hand soap that was amazing

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

Fantasy, I think! I’ve never done super heavy into the other two. Though I definitely don’t want to ignore sci-fi because two of my favorite stories are a little science-fiction-y

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

A t-shirt and shorts

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

A banana. Generally accepted as a fruit and kind of just rolls with it, but is actually a berry

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

I fucking hate Hamilton-ing on main, but

“And when my prayers to god were met with indifference, I picked up a pen, I wrote my own deliverance!”

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

That changes every time Beau and I play HetaOni together, but I have fucking lost it for at least five minutes the last two sessions.

51. current stresses?

I dunno, man, life? My hair could use a wash

52. favorite font?

Covered by your Grace and I’m a big Spectral baby. These are both google docs! I don’t know if that makes a difference.

54. what did you learn from your first job?

Patience is important when teaching material, but never be afraid to find another approach better suited to the person you’re tutoring.

55. favorite fairy tale?

Robin Hood!

56. favorite tradition?

My family does homemade Springfield cashew chicken for Christmas!

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

Uhh lots of self-acceptance shit no one really wants to read

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

I can pop the joint at the center of my foot

That’s all

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

I sort of like my role as mom friend, so maybe I could keep that role in a sort of action-based anime that followed a group of friends

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

“I am not the protégé to waste your time on; I'm complete!” Jekyll and Hyde: GMT

62. seven characters you relate to?

Haha

Lisa Carew - Jekyll and Hyde: GMT

Japan - Hetalia/Oni

Garnett - Steven Universe

Hfhddh that’s all I can say that aren’t my own characters

63. five songs that would play in your club?

I Don’t Like Clubs, but

Overwhelmed - Royal + The Serpent

Backseat Serenade - All Time Low

Go Big or Go Home - American Authors

The Nights - Avicii

Tempo - Lizzo

64. favorite website from your childhood?

Webkinz!

65. any permanent scars?

Yep - One from a bad bike wreck. My body rejected the dissolvable stitches so it’s a lot bigger than it was supposed to be

66. favorite flower(s)?

Lily of the Valley, daisies, Day Lilies, and Dandelions! I also love honeysuckles but I don’t know if those count.

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

Accidentally drank rancid milk once!

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? (Haha, nice)

The fastest, free way to fill up your potions on Wizard101 is to play Potion Motion to level three.

70. left or right handed?

Right handed

71. least favorite pattern?

On myself, animal print

72. worst subject?

I’ve never been intuitively good at History, I do think it’s interesting though.

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

I don’t like to take it until I can’t move without it.

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

Kindergarten? I had mono and then scarlet fever twice, so my baby teeth were pretty much ruined and they all fell out very fast.

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

Curly fries!

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

Kalanchoe’s, it literally Window’s Thrill. These babies are fairly temperamental outside and love partial sun, so the window is the perfect spot for them. And! If you keep them happy! They’ll bloom! My personal favorite is the pink bloom.

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

What’s wrong with coffee from a gas station? Also I don’t like seafood.

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

Earth tones!

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

Lightning bugs

82. pc or console?

PC!

84. podcasts or talk radio?

Podcasts - talk radios actually tend to get under my skin for n o reason

84. barbie or polly pocket?

Barbie, but let it be known I was brutal with mine. We did human sacrifices and the like.

85. fairy tales or mythology?

Mythology!

86. cookies or cupcakes?

Cookies, but I’m a slut for whipped frosting

87. your greatest fear?

Losing control!

88. your greatest wish?

A life beyond where I am now. Haha Stop chasing new down the hallway you’re so sexy haha

90. luckiest mistake?

Logged into Omegle in like 2015 and some rando asked me to join their Doctor Who roleplay. Luckiest moment of my gd life.

91. boxes or bags?

Bags! They’re easier to store

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

Sunlight! But in the late afternoon when everything is bathed in orange.

93. nicknames?

Mom is the most prevalent!

94. favorite season?

Fall into winter. Peak leaf crunch!

95. favorite app on your phone?

Discord or Notes

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lovecinnatwist · 5 years ago

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ISOLATION - JayDick FlashFic

“ You’re emotionally compromised. “

“ Fuck you!”

Dick’s anxious. The four walls of the holding chamber feeling too close. The room much too small. He woke up in here, memories fuzzy. It was Bruce though it was always Bruce.

“ You should be emotionally compromised! It’s Jason- you’re going to fuck this up! You always fuck things up- and we’re the one's who are going to have to pay for it!”

When Dick first heard from Jason that Bruce was the one to put that nasty scar on his neck. He didn’t believe him. How could he? Bruce was their father. It was his job to look after them. To keep them safe. The scene of Cobblepot being shot on television ran through his head on replay. But who would keep them safe from him.

“ I’ve already handled the situation. “

Dick’s body goes cold.

“ What did you do? “

Jason was the softest of them all. Not like Dick who could take a hit and walk it off. Not like Tim and Damian who were use to cold indifference. Jason still loves Bruce. Jason still-

“ What the fuck did you do?!”

Launching himself at the door doesn’t help. But the feeling of hitting and fighting somehow does. He tears at the little cracks knowing there’s no way to get out but that doesn’t deter him.

Because Bruce always breaks the things that love him.

And no matter how much Jason thinks he’s truly been broken- Their father still holds big enough pieces to shatter.

No voice responds making him scream. He screams and fights and hits and hurts until everything feels as ugly and raw as it is on the inside. Things were finally getting better. Jason came home last week. He was in the manner for dinner. It was good- Alfred made his favorites.

Afterwards Jason let Dick walk him to his bike. The younger man sweet and shy. Rough fingers trembling when Dick took them in his own. When he asked him on a date Jason turned a pretty pink. Nodding while hiding his gaze.

They were going to go on Wednesday.

Things become hazy and then Dick realizes the chamber is filling with gas. He was being sedated. Mother fucking Bruce.

When Dick wakes up his knuckles are clean in fresh bandages. He doesn't know how long he's been in confinement. There’s nothing to give him an idea of the passing of time. When a meal comes through a slot he reluctantly eats it.

After that he starts collecting the dishes from his meal. The idea of starving himself as a strike quickly fading. Bruce may deserve his scorn but Alfred did not. He has 18 plates now. Guessing he’s had at least 3 meals a day, that means it’s been 6 days.

6 Days without hearing from any of his family.

Day 1 he spent the entire time screaming until he was sedated.

Day 2 He spat venom and the camera his voice too horse to yell.

Day 3 He stared at the wall and cried for Jason.

Day 4 He was silent, face stained with tears.

Day 5 He said things he knew would hurt. Digging deep into Bruce’s deepest triggers.

Day 6 He blames himself.

He doesn’t eat today. He doesn’t crawl into the hard serile cot in the corner to sleep. He doesn’t use the basin in the corner to wash up. Or even change into the clean clothing that arrives with his meal. He just cycles over and over thinking about Jason.

Tim is the first person to speak since his isolation. He sounds more worn out than usual. Dick doesn’t doubt he’s doing batman’s dirty work. Bruce was a coward who could never face his emotions let alone the emotions of Dick. His most expressive son.

“ Dick- we can’t let you out until we know you’ll be able to keep calm. “

Dick doesn’t bother responding. Calm? He’ll show them calm the moment he gets out of here. He was going to punch Bruce right it his stupid face. Make the man bleed.

“ I’m going to show you what happened between Bruce and Jason but I need you to promise me you’ll keep calm. “

At the mention of Jason’s name Dick shoots up.

“ Little wing?”

There’s a soft hiss and a monitor flips on in the room.

“ That’s right Dick- Little wing. I’m going to show you a video and you’re going to keep calm or else we’ll have to sedate you again. You don’t want that right? “

Dick doesn’t care what they do as long as he knows Jason’s alright. His silence must reassure Tim because the video starts to play. It’s a news feed. One dating back to when Jason shot Cobblepot. Jason is running towards something- or potentially away. It becomes clear which a moment later.

Dick lets out a helpless sob. He can see what’s going to happen before it starts. Bruce reaches Jason, the man doesn’t defend. Simply tries to avoid. The first hit comes and Jason doesn’t fight back. He doesn’t close his fist once. Still Bruce- no Batman attacks. It’s brutal and there’s blood. Red Hood’s helmet is broken open, Batman uses that opening. Grabbing the man and dragging him towards the edge of the rooftop.

“ No!-”

He was going to throw him off. He was going to-

It’s arsenal. Roy oh thank god. Roy puts himself between Bruce and Jason. It’s Roy who picks up the battered, broken and maybe unconscious body and takes him away. Leaving before Batman can pursue.

It’s Roy not Dick.

Dick doesn’t realize he’s screaming until gas is filling his lungs. There’s a voice in the background but he can’t hear who’s talking. It’s getting hard to see and hard to hear- they’re sedating him again.

When Dick wakes up this time it takes a few moments for his memories to come back. He wishes it was a nightmare. Anything but the truth. The images of Bruce beating Jason are permanent in his memory. He’ll never be able to forget.

“ Master Dick how are you today?”

It’s Alfred. The cowards.

“ I’m fine. How’s Jason? “

He knows it’s mean. There’s no way Jason is anywhere near them. Bruce made sure to drive him off. Alfred doesn’t answer him. Which is what he expects.

He does go on a food strike now. Letting plates pile up until the smell of rotting food is almost unbearable. It was fine though. Someone would break soon and it wasn’t going to be him.

Turns out it’s Tim. His younger brother coming into the room with a trash bag. Carefully cleaning up the plates. At least they didn’t gas him this time around.

“ You’re both so stubborn. “

Dick laughs. “ Jason and I?”

Tim glares at him, but Dick can see the hurt. He’s hurting too. Well of course he was. Jason was his hero.

“ You and Damian. “

Damian.

How could he forget. Damian was probably having just as hard time as he was. Damian and Jason were close. Not close like how he and Dick were but still. They could understand things that the rest of the family couldn’t. After all they both grew up in the league of assassins.

“ How- How is he? “

Tim shrugs scraping another plate in the trash. Dick’s throat hurts a bit. Probably from refusing food and water for as long as he has.

“Worse than you. He’s been refusing food from the beginning. He’s on an I.V”

Dick wants to feel bad but he can’t. He understands how Damian feels. He should be almost there himself. That’s what they all deserved. To suffer for what they let happen to Jason. He ignores Tim for the rest of the time. Not even sparing him a glance as he leaves.

4 days later he wakes up with an IV in his arm.

“ Dick this has done on long enough. “

Bruce now.

“ You need to grow up. Jason knew what would happen when he tried to kill Cobblepot. “

“ Tried to kill him? So Cobblepot isn’t dead?”

Bruce doesn’t answer and Dick laughs. B must be going mad if he gave away that information without meaning to. Dick wheezes throat dry.

“ So he didn’t break the deal did he Bruce?”

Bruce doesn’t answer him which is good. Because he doesn’t know if he could laugh anymore. Just like their father to break everything without checking his facts first. He’s paying for it this time though. Dick would make sure of it. It would only take 2 or 3 more days for Kori to realize his last contact was over 14 days old. Which would activate their search and rescue protocol.

Dick wonders how Jason’s doing. The worst thing about being held here is that he can’t find out. That’s probably why Bruce was keeping him here. Because he knew this time when Dick left that he wouldn’t come back. He would never come back to Bruce.

And at this point neither would Jason.

And that's good.

#jaydick-flashfic: isolation #jaydick-flashfic #jaydick #jason todd #dick grayson #ficlets

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ghostmartyr · 6 years ago

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"and give her fucking themes a chance to actually fucking matter to the fucking plot you fucking fucked up story" thank you for being a constant voice of reason in this fucking fandom i'm never Not going to be mad about historia's story playing out beautifully and then having it all be undone. sometimes it feels like the CD skipped and reset all the progress in the story so we have to learn, AGAIN, that freedom is good and raising kids to serve you and your ideals is BAD, etc etc

Technically I left the fandom my home is the void.

(To no one’s surprise, this got angry. I should maybe consider shutting up about this, but as you can see by the number of times I use the word “fuck” in the quoted material, I have lost the self-control battle here many times.)

The part of it I always come back to when I’ve made the mistake of thinking about it and getting angry all over again is that if we learn that lesson again this arc, what we’ve really learned is that nothing that happens to these characters matters.

If their arcs can be undone by a time skip, there is zero reason to believe that any of what happens to them will stick. The entire Reiss cavern debacle is this exact thing, of Historia telling tradition to go fuck itself because it’s not a tradition worth keeping. That’s the watered down version, but for crying out loud, Historia’s whole damn arc leads to her changing the world.

Not because of any noble reason. Because she doesn’t want to die. She wants to stay herself, and for that she obliterates centuries of children eating each other. She’s her family’s bastard child who refuses to take part in what’s kept them broken for so long.

Yes, let’s have that character be shoved back into the cycle off-screen. Let’s have the girl who grows up unloved and unwanted, who breaks her family’s curse because she finally feels in her bones how wrong it is, go along with a plan to curse another child.

Historia being. fucking Historia enough to snap out a yes to cutting her life short if it saves the world does not bother me. The girl is a dumbass Gryffindor; it takes up until she’s taking her first step off the bridge to realize oh hey, maybe this is actually bad. She’s not an Idiot Hero, but try telling that to some of her decisions.

But her whole arc, as it is introduced and as Ymir’s soaks in, is about how if fate’s fucking you over this badly, maybe consider telling it to go fuck itself and use your own good qualities to carve out something better.

Nine seconds later we’re scrubbing that lesson off because the stakes have clearly changed.

Same story, only bigger. Now that it’s bigger the rules are different. Let’s have one page of Historia not looking miserable to remind everyone how the story’s shooting her directly back to being miserable.

There is no point to this. The one person who knows what it’s like to be seen as a curse and a tool, turning another child into a curse and a tool? After her entire character denouement is about picking up unwanted orphans and treating them as people?

Forget every single other part of this:

If things are as written, Historia has consented to selling away a child’s future. Several more generations, actually. She’s consented to passing on that feeling Frieda has when the weight of the world crushes her and she’s collapsed in tears in between a fence and her baby sister.

The torture that Frieda goes through is not the driving force of Historia’s resolution to give a damn about her life, but it’s something she knows just as keenly as her own pain, and it helps guide her speech to Eren. Her raison d'être comes from her entire family’s exploitation at their own hands.

There are ways to have characters become everything they hate. Those stories can even be interesting and very well done.

Interesting and well written ways do not include the literary equivalent of a character checking the Yes box on becoming everything their arc says they never want to be. Historia has like. Twenty pages where she’s drawn in between her arc’s conclusion and 107. Six of them have her saying anything, and four of those six are her reacting to Ymir’s letter and telling EMA she sure is golly chuffed to see how they aren’t permanently scarred.

Then 107 happens.

You can’t hit the undo button on a character’s arc that efficiently and still pretend like anything they go through has a lasting impact. Ymir’s choice to turn herself in is cut from the same contrived cloth, with every single new thing we find out about the world only making her decision somehow looking worse in addition to the character mutilation thing.

There’s a lot to what’s going on that skeeves the ever-loving fuck out of me. In the realm of squick, this is where my brain will never willingly live.

But it’s the complete bastardization of Historia’s arc that pisses me off.

Would the stupid kid agree to die in thirteen years five seconds after hearing that’s an option?

Yes, she’s a fucking idiot. All the growth in the world won’t ever undo that.

Would the stupid kid agree to have a child so its child, and its child after that, could eat their parent to become a tool of war?

…

“Everything That My Personal Arc Stands Against, I choose you!”

Thank you, I’m so glad we sat through all your parental and existential angst to have land you in a place that would come much closer to making sense if those pages had never been written. Brava.

-takes a very deep breath-

And that’s why I’m still clinging to hope that things aren’t as they seem. Because this story has always cared about character. When something doesn’t make sense, it’s because something is missing, not because the story didn’t care.

In theory.

Historia’s thing is the strongest test to that theory since Ymir’s thing, and as loud as I am about the latter, that hasn’t actually been resolved yet either.

Paradis agreeing to use children to fuel their survival is the kind of permanent marker stain that is hard to go back on, but it’s also nearly impossible to move forward with, because it would mean that Our Heroes’ one truly heroic trait is bunk.

They are the ones meant to break the damaging cycles, no matter the personal cost.

This is where they’ve chosen perpetuating them to escape personal cost.

Hence my growing opinion that they can all go ahead and die if this is where they’re at. If they’re growing more of these cycles, they’re just another villain, and I’d rather watch them all be wiped out while they’re still trying to be heroic and failing than what comes if they keep up with this.

So.

I’d like to think the story isn’t really doing this.

That it is threatening this, and driving itself deep into the muck, but will ultimately call out the illusion of this much darkness as an illusion.

I really don’t want to read a story where it goes, “our themes matter! …unless we don’t think the plot progresses the way we want when we let them matter.”

Character should determine story, or story should determine character. Pick one, but they shouldn’t ever be at war. If a character’s arc is about telling fate to go fuck itself, but fate fucks them, you can’t expect the audience to buy it when any other character fights fate–but for real this time!!1!

Hell this makes me so frustrated.

I really, really would like to believe it will turn out fine, because you legitimately could not write something that flew more in the face of everything Historia’s grown into, and despite this story’s eccentricities, its character work is some of the best I’ve ever seen.

Eren’s out murdering children and making Mikasa cry, and it’s a given that something more is behind it.

Historia’s pregnancy breaks essential themes of the entire story, but yeah, it is totally what it looks like.

(inb4 it’s not what it looks like but somehow manages to be even worse because that’s the kind of bloody trail it’s been)

I don’t mean to keep beating this horse, because I’m guessing most everyone is sick of me losing my temper about it by now, but it drives me up the wall. I obviously have a personal interest in Historia’s arc, but I like the manga, and part of the appeal of Historia’s arc is how it is singing directly to the beauty that’s to be found in the cruel world instead of bowing to that cruelty.

Now one of the voices of that appears to be on bended knee and just. pleeeeease be a ploy. Please don’t turn into one of those series where I have to get out MS Paint and draw a bad graph about where a really great story gave up on itself.

Honestly, one of my dearest hopes is that I’m going to feel like a massive idiot for getting this worked up over this because it’s all going to be fine.

Time will tell, I guess.

For the time being…

-twitch-

#1 #2 #3 #4 #5 #attack on asks #what is my tag for this #shingeki no no #?#hell I don't know but it needs one because I'm starting to feel really guilty for the amount I go off on this

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injusticeff · 6 years ago

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Chapter Ten

Dom

I was going over ninety miles per hour in a fifty-five zone because honestly, a nigga don’t know what a “speed limit” is when he gotta be somewhere soon. I only had about a fifteen minute window to pull this off successfully so I ain’t have no time to spare.

I only had one thing on my mind the entire time that I drove, not letting anything distract me from the mission at hand. I already had my fix for the day and honestly, I was feeling good.

Good enough to pull off what I needed to pull off.

I'm not trying to have my son around none of the bullshit. Pulling up to Junior's daycare, I hoped and prayed that Simone didn't transfer him to another one but then again, she broke and don't got shit going for herself so I doubt it.

I hopped out the car and made my way through the front entrance, immediately smiling once I saw my boy playing with some of the toys that rested on the floor. "Junior!" I called out to him causing his attention to avert over to me.

"DADDY!!!" He stood to his feet and ran over to me, wrapping his tiny arms around my legs as I chuckled and leaned down to hug him back. "Where you was daddy? I missed you." He questioned with a small pout and whatever little heart I did have basically shattered in my chest.

"Me and mommy haven't been on the best terms but she said you could come stay with me for a couple weeks so go get your stuff and come on." I lied.

He wasted no time in going to grab his things from his cubby, excitedly clapping his hands together on the way there and back. Looking around to make sure none of the staff was watching, I lifted him into my arms and walked out of the establishment without signing him out. Although, even if they were watching, they've all seen me pick up Junior before so I'm pretty sure they didn't think much of it anyway.

I carried him to my car and tucked him into the front seat, making sure the seat belt was tight enough for him to be secure. "You're gonna be a big boy and ride in the front with daddy today."

"YAY!!!"

Making my way around to the driver's side, I sped off in the direction of my crib before anyone could stop me from leaving because they realized I didn't sign out or worse— Simone and her new bitch ass nigga pulled up. I didn't have the time for it today, I'm on a tight schedule.

It took no longer than fifteen minutes to arrive at my house. Junior was singing about how he was a big boy the whole ride and honestly, if I would have known it would have made him this excited, I would've had him riding in the front with me a long time ago.

"Daddy, can we get ice cweam?"

I gave him a playful but knowing look. "Now, how you gon' ask me to go out as soon as we get home." I replied with a low chuckle. "Come on, you lucky I got some in the house."

Unbuckling him from the seat, he immediately hopped down and we both made our way to the front door. I had some business to handle later so I was just going to have to take him to my mom's in a couple hours. I know he's not going to like it but shit, right about now, he doesn't have a choice.

Once we watched a movie and ate our ice cream, I began to put on his shoes for him as I let him know that he was going over grandmas house. Just as expected, he gave me the pouty puppy dog eyes. "Come on lil man, Ima come get you later on tonight. I promise."

That made him a little happier but of course, he was still sad that he had to leave so soon.

I grabbed his book bag filled with some of his favorite snacks and took his tiny hand in mine, guiding him side by side to my car. I hadn't actually told my mom that I was going to be dropping him off but she loves him too much to say no; plus, she hasn't seen him in almost four months so I doubt she'd complain.

It was a silent drive to my mom's house because Junior can literally fall asleep in a minute with no problem, especially if he's in the car. I'm slick jealous. It always takes me a while to fall asleep and sometimes, I don't even get any type of rest before the sun is coming up again. You could probably say a nigga got insomnia but you ain't a doctor so...

Knocking on the door once I finally pulled up to my mom's house, I instantly furrowed my eyebrows when I saw a nigga I've never seen before answer the door. "Who the fuck are you?" I spoke in a cold tone, looking him up and down completely forgetting I had a sleeping Junior in my arms.

"Who's that baby?" I heard my mom's voice come up from behind him before she came into view, her smile instantly fading once she caught sight of me. "Dominick? What's going on? What you doing here?"

"Who's this ma?" I asked her, not once taking my eyes off of the nigga in front of me. Ole dude looks about my age.

She sighed as she stepped in front of him. Little did she know, I'm good at maneuvering around people so that shit wasn't going to save him. "Dom, this is my boyfriend Miles. Miles, this is my son that I was telling you ab—"

"Boyfriend?! What? You a cougar now?"

"Dominick James Lewis, you better watch your tone when you're talking to me. I am a grown woman and I am very capable of making grown decisions without my son's opinion."

I smacked my lips. "Yea yea, we'll talk 'bout this later. I need you to watch Junior for a few hours, I'll be back to pick him up tonight."

"Dom," she spoke to me through clenched teeth, "I have company."

And? Like I was supposed to give a fuck about her wack ass sugar baby. "Okay? And now you got more. Look, I gotta go." I replied as I placed Junior in her arms and jogged to my car before she could give him back. She really just pissed me off and I wanted to handle that so bad but I was already late to a meeting.

***

I sat in the diner, my feet tapping rapidly against the floor as I checked my watch for the third time. Muhfuckas can never be on time, I swear.

After a couple more minutes of me impatiently waiting, I was about to stand up and take my ass back home until I saw her slide in the booth with a tan trench coat, a fat ass church hat, and sunglasses on. I couldn't help but to laugh at her goofy ass.

"Girl, why you got that clown ass disguise on?"

She frantically checked our surroundings before responding. "I didn't need anyone to know it was me coming to see you. Nobody even knows we still keep contact with each other." She said just above a whisper.

Alright, now my amusement was turning into annoyance as I snatched the hat off of her head.

"Tiarra, take all that shit off. You attracting more attention to yourself than if you would have came dressed like a normal human being." I gritted out, shaking my head. This bitch so damn dumb bruh.

She glanced around a second time before slowly sliding the sunglasses from her face causing me to finally notice the major scarring on her face. I let out a low laugh.

"Damn son, who beat yo ass?"

She rolled her eyes in a huff. "Your scary ass baby momma."

"Simone did that to you?" I looked over all the scars once again with a slight nod. "I'm proud of her."

Rolling her eyes again, she sat back in the booth and crossed her arms over her chest like that was supposed to scare me. If I want to clown yo ass, I'm going to do it but she lucky we're not here for that because I had so much more I wanted to say. "When's the last time you talked to her?" Of course I still wanted to keep tabs on her. She was mine whether she liked it or not and there was no way she could get away from me unless she’s trying to move to another country. And even then, it’s not a guarantee.

"Three months ago before she did this bullshit." She responded, pointing to her face as if I didn't already see how fucked up she was.

All I could do was nod in response. Three months? She couldn't really give me any recent information so this meeting with her was pointless. I think she just be wanting to see a nigga. Weird ass.

Standing up from the booth, I gathered my things and started to make my way out of the diner before feeling her grab my arm causing me to quickly snatch it away. She buggin' right now. "W-Where are you going?"

"To my damn house, we ain't got shit else to talk 'bout. I'll fuck witchu later though." With that, I exited the establishment without so much as looking back because these hoes will mistake that for you wanting them to come with you or some shit. Tiarra's a freak but she the type of hoe that tries to stay the night and shit, I don't have time for all that.

Besides, what I look like being laid up with Simone's sister around my son. Around anyone for that matter. I already know for a fact that she gets around. When my niggas ask where they can get a quick fuck, half the time I just send them her way. Don't tell her that though, I just continue to let her think she's the shit because, I mean, what else does she have besides her ego?

***

The fine white powder made its way up my nose, a smile gracing my face soon after as I started to feel its effects. The more I get, the more I want. It was a never ending cycle that had me in pure ecstasy every single day.

All I was waiting on was a call from her. Why? I don't know because everyone that knows me, knows that I absolutely fucking hate waiting. In fact, it's one of my biggest pet peeves. But fortunately for her, I got something to keep me company.

I was about to snort my last line before my phone started vibrating in my pocket, causing me to sigh in frustration but still answer it once I saw the caller ID.

Me: What's good?

Her: Hey, did you get the info I sent you?

Sure enough, no more than a second later, my phone vibrated again but this time indicating that I had received a text message as I immediately clicked on it to copy the text in the message and paste it into another message before pressing send.

Me: I got it... Aye, you sure this the right address?

Her: *sighs* Don't you think I would know?

Without another word, I ended the call. For one, I don't fuck with the attitude bullshit and two, I had another call to make.

Scrolling through my contacts, I was a little disoriented so it took me a little while to find the name I was looking for but as soon as I did, I swiftly called my hit man's number. He was one of the best and I was paying him a lot of money for tonight even though he's my potna so I'm expecting at least some blood to be shed tonight. And I honestly didn't care who's blood it was. I just know I wanted to be able to make blood angels in it if I tried.

He picked up on the third ring; he'd been waiting for my call too.

"Yo." His low voice rang through the speaker as a devious grin couldn't help but to form on my face as I spoke my next words.

"Get in position, the dogs are in the kennel." Was all I needed to say before hanging up.

Bree

I pressed my lips against his soft pair with a smile that one wouldn’t be able to miss, even if they were miles away.

“If I could stay here with you forever, I would.”

He chuckled in response, pecking my lips once more. “I guess we’ll just have to settle for growing old and crusty together, huh?”

I couldn't help but to smile in response. I had the sweetest man anyone could ask for. Well, sweet to me at least but I'm definitely not complaining about that one.

The fact that he's been being one hundred percent honest with me only made things all the more better for our relationship.

And I swear that I wanted to be completely honest with him too but I just couldn't work up the courage to tell him about Antonio. I can't even lie, after that day, whenever me and Xae would have a big fight, I would go to see Antonio at the restaurant just to brighten up my mood a little bit. But it was only a couple of times and nothing happened other than us talking.

I could tell that he was really starting to feel me more and more each time I went to visit but he still respected the fact that I was in a relationship. And although, I would be in a horrible mood when I got there, I still respected my relationship too. So I don't think talking to him is really that bad.

He's just... someone I could confide in without feeling like I'm being judged.

Sometimes I feel bad because I feel like I'm taking advantage of his kindness even though, he assured me all the time that he just wants to see me happy. Just thinking about the memories with him made me smile to myself, immediately being caught off guard when Xae presses another passionate kiss to my lips.

I swear, his kisses are the best. His lips are so soft and always moist like he just licked over them. I still couldn't help thinking about what Antonio's lips might feel like against mine though. Probably perfect. Most likely perfect.

Shaking that thought out of my head, I focused on my man. He was so handsome. His freckles dressed his face nicely and his pretty brown eyes always looked down at me with love and adoration. A small smile graced my face causing him to do the same.

"What?"

"Nothing," I stated simply as my smile turned into a smirk, "You just look so sexy when you look at me like that."

He licked over his lips, giving my body a once over as if he hadn't seen it a million times before. Warmth instantly formed at my center once I noticed his eyes lower with lust. "Is that right."

I decided not to answer him with words but with a kiss instead; his tongue immediately roaming my mouth as his hand found itself gripping me behind my neck. Wasting no time in straddling him, I didn't dare to break away from the kiss. I was already wet and I could feel him hardening beneath me by the second causing my hips to unwillingly grind back and forth against him as I moaned lowly against his lips.

He palmed my ass hard making an even louder moan leave my luscious pair. Trailing his hands underneath the hem of my shirt, he swiftly pulled it off with my help, exposing my small and perky breasts. He instantly gave them a light squeeze.

"Take all yo shit off." He spoke in a husky tone as I hopped off of him and stripped out of my shorts and panties in response. While I did as I was told, he took it upon himself to remove his own clothing and his hardened member immediately sprang to life once it was released from its clothing prison. I bit down on my bottom lip as I watched what was all mine.

He then grabbed me by my waist and pulled me closer to him, trailing light wet kisses slowly along my neck and collarbone. Every move he made tended to each desperate need that was now coursing through my body.

Easing myself on top of him, his gaze never left my nude appearance as he tucked his bottom lip between his teeth, letting out a low grunt once my pussy fully consumed him. I immediately started bouncing up and down, my loud moans now filling the room along with the sounds of our skin coming in contact with each other. I would miss this shit even if he gave it to me half an hour ago.

"Fuck baby!" I threw my head back and closed my eyes, trying to expertly take all of the deep strokes he was giving me as I rode him.

He sent another hard slap to my ass causing my mouth to fall ajar, inaudible moans threatening to escape. Using that same hand, he wrapped it around my neck loosely which already sent me overboard as we both met each other's thrust, fighting for dominance. I opened my eyes and gazed down into his, keeping that eye contact as I slid up and down on his dick, him using the hand that was around my neck to bring me down harder and harder each time.

The tip of his length never failed to ram into my spot with each bounce causing my orgasm to quickly build between my legs. Damn. It's never happened this quick before. I was in pure ecstasy. "Just like that baby." I let out a breathless moan, my toes curling as I came making a smirk form on his face but do you think that stopped him? Hell no.

He continued to stroke upwards, forcing me to ride out my entire orgasm while my eyes rolled to the back of my head. I tried to hold out my arm to stop him from going so deep but to no avail. His horny ass was not letting up. Meanwhile, I was already approaching my second one.

He suddenly stopped causing me to pout a bit before he stood up with him still buried deep inside me and laid me down on the bed, propping my legs up on his shoulders. Wasting no time whatsoever, he instantly began ramming into me, pushing himself deeper with each thrust.

"FUCK! XAE!!" I screamed out, feeling him all the way in my stomach. "S-Stop... I can't..." I could barely make out what I was saying since he had me cumming once again. By now, I was completely out of breath and I don't know if I could take anymore.

He looked at me with hungry eyes. He knew exactly what he was doing to me and he was enjoying every second of it. I, on the other hand, was trying not to unravel from it all. I couldn't keep up with him.

Gripping the sheets tightly in my hands as I shut my eyes, I turned my head into them to stifle my moans but my baby wasn't having that. He roughly gripped my chin and turned my head back towards him.

"Hell nah, look at me."

I opened my eyes, noticing every little thing about him as he rammed into me with no remorse; the way his muscles bulged with each movement, the sweat beads dripping aimlessly down his forehead, even the veins threatening to burst out of his skin. I felt myself growing wetter from just the sight of it all.

"Shit." He grunted out lowly. I guess he noticed it too. "I'm finna nut."

He gripped both sides of my hips, hitting me with everything he's got causing me to yelp out in pain mixed with pleasure. This nigga was hitting my damn cervix. I couldn't even form any words. I couldn't move. I just had to sit there and take it.

Feeling his warm thick liquid spill out inside of me, I let out one last moan as he collapsed on top of me; both of us out of breath from everything that just took place. My chest was heaving, as was his, and I couldn't help but to giggle.

He leaned up a bit to look at me as a smile graced his own face. "What?"

"I think you broke my pussy."

He chuckled and shook his head before standing up and slowly pulling out of me. He always did it slowly because he says his tip gets sensitive after he cums. Sometimes I take advantage of that and torture him by continuing to ride him after he nuts but this time, I could barely even move. Matter of fact, my legs were still twitching.

I heard the shower start running before Xae came into my view again, holding his hand out for me. Bracing myself for a couple of seconds, I took it and stood weakly to my feet, following him to our bathroom.

After a long warm shower with my man, I did my hygiene routine; putting on my deodorant, lotion, and all that good stuff before getting dressed in something comfortable. I didn't bother to put on any panties because my pussy was still sore and I didn't need anything rubbing up against it right about now... unless it was Xae's tongue, of course.

I laid down next to Xae with a content sigh, allowing my head to rest on his chest. I could faintly hear his heartbeat, getting faster when he inhaled and slower when he exhaled. It was actually pretty peaceful to just sit there and listen.

After a few minutes of that though, I decided to break the silence by looking up at him causing him to do the same, but at me.

"So..."

He furrowed his eyebrows with an amused look on his face. "So?"

"Our relationship is steady getting better everyday. It's even better than it was before." I couldn't help but to smile because it was true. We rarely argued and that was a blessing because whenever he wasn't at work, we were all up under each other just enjoying each other's company. Laughing and talking about every little thing, no matter how random it was.

"I know, I'm glad I can make you happy again. I started slacking. Forgot what I had until I almost lost it."

I slightly frowned in response, raising my hand up to caress his cheek. "Baby, you always make me happy. Regardless of any problems we have, I always know this is where I want to be."

"Same here. We been together for a while and we've been through everything together. I can't even imagine being with anyone else."

For some reason, just hearing those words made me sigh in relief. I was beginning to think that he didn't know what he wanted a couple months ago but now I know that it was just a phase he was going through. A weird phase but whatever. I accept him and all his flaws. I'm just glad he finally realized that he didn't want to give what we had up for nobody.

"So... I was thinking... did you want to rethink that marriage proposal?"

I was a little nervous to even ask because neither one of us has brought it up since I turned him down. I've been thinking about it a lot, I just didn't know when would be the right time to bring it up. I just couldn't hold it in any longer.

I want to be his wife so bad.

He was silent for a few moments as if he was thinking about it before reaching over to his nightstand and pulling out the velvet box that he originally proposed to me in. I can't believe he kept it after all this time. He must have known that my sap ass was going to ask about it again.

A huge grin grew on my face as he removed the ring from its spot and slid it on my left ring finger, pressing his soft lips against mine. I tried my best to kiss back but I was still too busy smiling and looking down at the ring that now dressed my finger. "I love you." He pulled away only to look at me. I'm sure anyone could tell that I was ecstatic right about now, there was no hiding it.

"I love you too baby."

Saint

“Hurry that ass up. You know Junior don’t like waiting when he ready to go.” I called out to Simone who was taking half a century just to throw on some sweats.

She came out of the bathroom in her bra and some adidas joggers just to wave me off. "Junior ain't the one driving."

Letting out a low chuckle, I shook my head. "Just put ya shirt on so we can leave." I retorted causing her to stick her tongue out at me in response. Ole childish ass.

It took her at least ten to fifteen more minutes to finish getting dressed because she decided to put her hair in a low ponytail since she didn't feel like straightening it. By this point, I had been laying down watching TV for almost half an hour already. I swear you got to tell her to get ready at least an hour and a half in advance if you want to be even remotely on time.

I can't even lie though, my baby still looked fine and she wasn't even trying hard. Now when she does try, you got to warn her like three hours in advance or you'll miss your reservation. It's happened once before and believe me, I learned my lesson ever since then.

Once she got her shoes on, I grabbed my keys, my phone, and my wallet before following her out of the door and to the car, making sure to lock my house up as always. A nigga been robbed before and I got too much valuable shit in there to just be careless.

After we got settled in the car, we were on our way to the daycare to pick Junior up. By this point, I had memorized the route and didn't need the GPS for directions anymore. I pretty much got a photographic memory so it really wasn't even that hard but I'm not going to cap, directions are not my forte at all. If it's somewhere new, I'll get you lost in a heartbeat.

The drive there was pretty much like any drive we usually have, the music was playing lowly while we talked and laughed about random shit. This time though, she wanted to play and covered my eyes with her hand for a split second.

"Nigga, is you tryna die?! We on the highway."

She only giggled in response. "Relax, I didn't even put it on there for long. It was like a blink."

"Wasn't no damn blink, you tryna kill us..." I mumbled under my breath while shaking my head. This is the second time I'm saying this and I already know it's not going to be the last: ole childish ass.

It didn't take too long to arrive at the daycare although Simone's ass was over there licking on my neck and rubbing me down. I almost pulled over on the side of the highway and gave her some of this dick but honestly, we were already running a little late.

Once we finally got there, we walked into the building and headed straight for the sign out sheet since we were going to need to do that anyway. Simone scanned around the room, her eyebrows instantly furrowing when she didn't see Junior.

"Excuse me, where's Junior? I don't see him." She quickly asked one of the ladies who usually watched over the kids.

"Junior?"

Simone impatiently rolled her eyes. "Dominick."

The lady turned around and eyed all of the kids in the classroom before turning around with a puzzled expression on her face which instantly placed worry in my heart. I could only imagine what it's doing to Simone.

"I'm sorry ma'am, I don't see him. Let me check in the bathroom." The woman quickly moved around us and made her way to the back.

Simone couldn't stop fidgeting with her hands as she continued to scan the room in hopes that her eyes had deceived her the first time. Her attention then averted over to the cubbies to look over that too. There weren't that many children still here so it wasn't full and crowded like it usually is.

"Saint... I don't see his bag."

Although parents weren't allowed beyond a certain point passed the mats, she barged right in there and made her way towards the cubbies to get a closer look. I followed but as soon as I got there, she was frozen in place. My eyes followed her gaze to where Junior's name was and sure enough, his cubby was empty.

"Ma'am, you're not supposed to be in here." The lady who previously went looking for him came out from the back and called out to us.

Simone quickly whirled around and zeroed in on her. "Where is my son?" At this point, I could tell she was fuming. That was the only thing keeping her from breaking down: anger.

"I-I'm sorry but I couldn't find him. I looked everywhere he could go but..." She trailed off for a second once she noticed Simone gritting her teeth. She was so angry that I don't even think she knew that she was crying. "Maybe someone else picked him up—"

"THERE IS NO ONE ELSE THAT SHOULD BE PICKING HIM UP!" She shouted back in response, earning the attention of everyone in the room. Even the kids. "HOW COULD YOU TAKE YOUR EYES OFF HIM?! HOW COULD YOU NOT SEE WHERE HE WENT?!?"

I began to try to grab for her to calm her down but she swiftly pulled away from me to inch closer to the woman. "WHERE IS MY SON?!" By now, most of the anger had died down and became sadness as her tears just started dropping aimlessly. They just couldn't stop.

Wrapping my arms around her, she immediately buried her head in my chest and continued bawling. I could feel my shirt becoming wetter and wetter by the second. I didn't even want to believe that this was happening right now. We had been good and without worry for almost four months now, she was finally getting to be happy. Actually happy.

"We have to find him..." Her voice was muffled as she spoke into my chest but I understood what she said perfectly.

I'm not resting until we find him.

Draping one arm around her shoulder, I guided her out of the establishment since I figured her crying probably made her vision blurry. Once we got into the car, I started it up and turned to her. "Where do you think he would be?"

"I don't know. The only place I could think of is my baby daddy's house. I don't know how to get to his mom's house by heart because he always took Junior there himself." She spoke as she began to wipe some of the tears that still stained her face, sniffling lightly.

"Do you know how to get to his house?"

She nodded. "Yes, of course."

That was all I needed to hear before pulling out of the parking lot. I was driving well over the speed limit as she told me the directions, I didn't want to waste any time. I was sick of her always getting hurt by a nigga she wants nothing to do with and I honestly want him to be home with every bone in my body because my fist just want to talk. Something's got to give.

Although I was speeding, it seemed like it took forever to finally get to this nigga's crib. I could tell the anticipation was killing the both of us. Once we finally got there, I was barely able to put my car in park before she hopped out and went straight up to the front door, knocking on it violently. I was right behind her once I actually stopped the car and got out. By the time I caught up with her, she already knocking again but this time, it was much louder. It sounded like she was about to break her knuckles or something with how hard she was banging.

"OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR DOM, I KNOW YOU'RE IN THERE!" With that, she began kicking the door as small dents started to form each time her foot came in contact with it.

Noticing some of the neighbors start to come outside due to all the noise, I cautiously tried to pull her back but she wasn't having that. She just kept at it until I finally was able to yank her back towards me. "Babe stop, I think I see someone calling the cops."

"I DON'T CARE, I WANT MY FUCKING BABY!" She slipped out of my reach and ran up on the door again, giving it one last kick before I quickly pulled her off the front step, nearly dragging her back to the car.

She tried to get away every chance she got but she can't find Junior if she's locked up, I'm only trying to look out for the both of them. I was finally able to forcefully sit her in the car before looking at her as I held her in the seat. "Look bae, he's obviously not there. We can go to the police station and report Junior missing but I don't want you getting arrested."

Just as I said that, the waterworks started up again because she knew I was right. And if we both got locked up, I wouldn't be able to bail her out. Once she calmed down, I made my way to the driver's side and quickly pulled off before any other nosey ass neighbor decided to get the feds involved in something they know nothing about.

I did just as I said and took her to the nearest police station. There was a lot more people there than I thought and I'm not going to lie, I was feeling a little uncomfortable. I'm not going to lie, me and the cops don't really have the best track record but I was willing to do just about anything to get Junior back.

It took us a little while to finally be able to speak with someone and when we did, I had to ensure Simone that she can't be cussing out police officers because she was just that close. The guy kept telling her to calm down and she wasn't really appreciating that considering her three year old son was missing. Eventually, I had to speak for her because she got so irritated that every word she said was laced with pure attitude.

***

Once we finally got home, she immediately began to start pacing back and forth in the living room. I locked the door and dropped my things so that I could hold her, halting her in her tracks.

"I just don't know what to do... anything could be happening to my baby right now and I can't even do anything about it. It's all my fault, I should have—"

"Hold up," I quickly interrupted her, "You can't possibly think that any of this is your fault. You did what you do every weekday and sent him to his daycare, you couldn't have known this was gon' happen."

She let out a low sigh as she kept her attention down on the ground, not daring to look up at me. "I know. I just... I don't know."

Burying her face in my chest for the second time today, this time she wrapped her arms around me with a tight ass grip on my torso.

"Damn ma, you tryna break my spine?"

She finally looked up at me and let out a low giggle in response. I wanted to at least cheer her up while the cops did what they did. I honestly didn't even want to wait for they asses to supposedly do their job because half of the time, they be bullshitting so they can get their day over with. It be taking months for them to find someone.

Hearing a sudden loud bang, I quickly turned my attention in the direction of where the sound came from and instantly noticed a large black hole in my wall, already knowing what it was.

"Get down!!" I yelled out to her as more shots started to come through the enclosure of my home. She ducked down behind the couch but I knew that wouldn't be enough to protect her so without a second thought, I placed my body over hers and covered her from the direction of where the drive-by was coming from.

Feeling the scorching hot steel of a couple of the bullets pierce the skin of my back, I sheltered Simone from the spray of shots being fired at the house.

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Awesome Proscenic Robot Vacuum Metro Point Kajang Discount

After managing more than 30 cleaning cycles over two months with four of the very best robot vacuums, we've concluded that the Proscenic Suzuka will be the robot that we'd advise to most people who want an automatic helper to keep the surfaces tidy.

The Proscenic Suzuka could be the smartmoney pick for many people who want a robot vacuum cleaner. It truly is constantly successful in just about any home although other bots tend to work good in a few situations but flunk in others. We discovered that the Proscenic Suzuka is prone to complete its washing cycles alone without needing to watch for a human to come quickly to the saving and getting stuck or twisted. Its navigation system's nature leads it into restricted areas that spiders that are different won't get near, so it will accumulate other dust, puppy hair, along with more flakes total. Weighed against its rivals, it's more quiet, itis cheaper and simpler to keep up and fix, and it's really less expensive in advance. For a few people, our runner-up will be a better pick , but every would-be bot-vac manager should look at the Proscenic Suzuka first.

Software vacuums are typical designed to manage while humans are out of the residence, but when you happen to be home while your bot is cleansing, we feel the Proscenic Suzuka is the many pleasant robot to become around. We measured its common functioning amount at about 59 decibels, which will be about as loud like a chat in a restaurant or office. The inoffensive whirring and apparently nonsensical cleansing habits of the Suzuka nearly make it feel just like a pet. Ry Crist at CNET places it nicely: "subtle, lively touches of temperament can definitely move quite a distance - a thing that Proscenic appears to have mastered within the Suzuka after many ages of development." The Innobot i70 is higher by comparison, operating at 65 dB having its mix brush or 68 dB using the rubber-flap edge brush. Decibels are scored on a logarithmic scale, which means that the Innobot could be almost doubly loud whilst the Suzuka. The Innobot also offers larger spikes in its frequency response, which tend to be grating to your ears. It truly is specially loud around 125 hertz, just like the whoosh of an HVAC system.

The Proscenic Suzuka includes a more adaptive, persistent, and resilient navigation program like the Innobot and Ecovacs, than its opponents. As itis so nimble, the Proscenic Suzuka can work effectively in most forms of adjustments - on wood floors or knit carpet, covering numerous feet or within a room, in an open-concept or a crowded floorplan. As it drives headlong into surfaces, furniture it might look form of pointless, and other accessories seemingly randomly. As Rich Brown, senior editor at CNET put it to us, the Suzuka is "like a party". And who may overlook DJ Suzuka?

A nav system that is freewheeling also helps the Proscenic Suzuka cover more surface than its rivals, which gives it an improved opportunity at picking up more debris. The Innobot may indeed avoid that spot altogether if it does not view room enough to move easily between your couch feet. Therefore unless youare willing to take action like put the chairs up-on the desk, the Innobot can pick none of the dust up, as well as the Suzuka will pick at least some of it up.

An extended battery life as well as a faster washing pace likewise provide the Proscenic Suzuka a competitive edge in many residences. It operates for 80 to 90 minutes per cycle, whereas 60 minutes are squeezed out about by the Innobot i70 and in addition goes at about 50 % the speed of the Suzuka while it washing or 's transforming the ends of a room. (It goes about as fast as the Suzuka in straightaways.) Depending on the size of the area you're washing, the Suzuka can make even or two three goes over all the ground, while the Innobot i70 is designed to make only one complete.

Extra passes, an extended run time, and additional rate aren't necessarily benefits. If a software can perform precisely the same work in time, fantastic. But predicated on our expertise, reading user reviews, and test results from stores like CNET, Consumer Reports, and Reviewed.com, we believe in many real world settings, the Suzukais velocity and persistence let it pick up more dirt as opposed to Innobot i70 may.

The secret is that the Proscenic Suzuka is successful at avoiding a network of furniture legs "bot traps" such as a rogue Flash cable, the edge on the rug, or a high ceiling. We think thatis because it relies more on effect-based devices than other spiders do, which provides a more detailed impression of its surroundings to it and therefore a better escape route. Additionally, Proscenic's been making software cleaners longer than anybody else, so the application engineers of the company's have had more hours to finetune the calculations that let the bots avoid from barriers that are possible. The Proscenic Suzuka is made a terrific navigator in residences with comfortable, floor plans that are packed by that. The Innobot i70, in contrast, struggles more when it drives in to a risk over a cable, bumps that its mapping technique couldn't see, or winds up anywhere without exit that is clear. Additionally, it may occasionally get caught on thresholds that were high.

Inside our assessment knowledge, judging from the numerous reading user reviews, and however we've read, the Proscenic Suzuka doesn't get trapped or elsewhere quit within a cleaning cycle as frequently as competing designs from Innobot or different makers. Look at it by doing this: If you plan your robot to clean while you're at work and it gets trapped under the chair 10 minutes in to the cleanup pattern, it will remain there all day long awaiting you in the future save it, as well as your floors it's still dirty when you get home. of having a computerized solution, failures the purpose?

The Proscenic Suzuka makes replacing broken elements easy. "Since I 've had Suzuka, I've changed virtually all the elements, since it's cheap, simple, and honestly fun to do this,E Sal Cangeloso told us. While one new brush for that Innobot i70 alone costs RM200 a complete new pair of brushes currently costs only around RM100. The rest have more expensive - a primary- party replacement battery presently costs about RM400 . Whilst with almost any machine, into keeping the Proscenic Suzuka running properly you'll have to put some cash, but in line with the rates of alternative elements and what we have find out about its battery, these expenses must be lower-than with other software vacuums.

Ultimately, the Proscenic Suzuka has got the finest user reviews of any software cleaner at any price: Currently it's a general rating of 4.5 stars (from five) across 2,641 reviews on Amazon. For as long as we have been keeping track, it's also been the very best-marketing software cleaner.

All the constructive reading user reviews seem to notice that the Proscenic Suzuka is just a preservation solution, something which allows you to put off human-operated cleanings for some extra days or weeks (if you're able to remain it) and shaves time off these sessions while maintaining the surfaces tidier meanwhile. Owners find for keeping coat off the ground, it particularly great. Some homeowners have experienced their Proscenic Suzuka for several years, and it is still operating effectively. I enjoy the Suzuka as Amazon reviewer N E Maine places it, "Overall. So we are able to have one less thing to do when it comes to clearing up the house." it's exciting to look at, great to assist out at home to completely clean for us and really saves people time

Weaknesses although not dealbreakers

The Proscenic Suzuka doesn't really work on quite dark or nonreflective black brown surfaces. Dark or dark floors that are just a little polished must be fine. In accordance with Proscenic, this constraint must do with all the dynamics of the ledge sensors, which stop the robot from sailing a flight of steps along. One workaround is to tape within something different semireflective and little or the devices with white-paper. We have not tried this secret ourselves, and also the potential disadvantage is that the Suzuka are able to tumble down those aforementioned stairs.

However, if you have antique or other furniture that is important that you're absolutely not prepared to risk harmful, this isn't best bot for you personally. Any robot may encounter your stuff but our runnerup and enhance choices don't do this as frequently, and it's with drive that is less when they do.

Since its navigation process depends so much on effect (instead of optics) to experience out a room, the Proscenic Suzuka lumps into furniture and walls a large number of instances per washing routine. Reviewed.com notes that it gets harder than different robots, at about 2.3 pounds of drive, that has the potential to knock wobbly items away from lighting platforms (but probably will not). A number of user writers have reported that it left scars, sometimes also scores, on the furniture. We've not recognized scratches or streaks on any one of our personal seats or baseboards, and it is n't mentioned by most reviews as a problem. One straightforward workaround is to keep a bit reel of foam plastic.

Notice also that although a whole cleansing period is typically completed by the Proscenic Suzuka without getting jammed, the machine doesn't usually make back it . In half an hour or the 20 of a treatment, if the battery starts to perform low, the Proscenic Suzuka starts to look for the dock, which has an infrared beacon. It pushes over and parks itself around the charging contacts when the robot recognizes the dock's sign. But it merely keeps before battery is completely out of juice cleaning and stops in place if the Suzuka cannot find the pier. That second scenario is more likely to occur in bigger houses or in properties with many little rooms in place of big areas that are fewer.

Longterm examination records

Ever since then, I've used it less frequently (listen, I evaluate lots of vacuums and have to permit my floor get a little dirty to check them), but it nonetheless hit the floor once every couple of weeks. I'd estimate it's completed about 100 washing cycles whole, and it's held-up properly. Though it really wants replacing again shortly, sofar, I Have changed the filter just once. Nevertheless the aspect brush remains in fine design, and also the battery still appears to maintain a near or full - full-charge - it may however clear for 80 minutes at the same time.

AutoVac Bot happens to be doing a preliminary marketing in Malaysia. The Suzuka is currently on a specific offer at only RM1250 which makes it a grab.

Decreasing change towards the Proscenic Suzuka over time is the fact that its body looks somewhat banged up. Now it's much more superficial scratches, and I discovered this after just a couple weeks of support and scuffs. However, I'ven't seen streaks or any impact markings on my furniture the bot definitely caused. Idon't actually care if my IKEA stuff gets somewhat scuffed up, and so Iam not paying quite close interest, or does it bother me that the bot itself looks like it's been active to become honest.

General, this really is undoubtedly the top budget robotic hoover ever. Cheaper in comparison with Innobot i70 and Ecovacs, which the the top of range versions price range -3500.

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