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evandarya · 3 years ago

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This story is inspired by @im-totally-not-an-alien-2 post

Pearls and Pomegranates

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Chapter 1

Tim hated working with Damian. It wasn't that he didn't like his little brother… Okay, no, it was exactly that. He didn't like Damian, and if the constant insults, death threats and attempted fratricide were anything to go by, the feelings were more than mutual.

"Remember, we are here to find the missing people first and foremost. We can not risk them disappearing again,” Tim said. Damian responded by sucking his teeth before jumping down the broken skylight. Over the last few weeks they had received reports of people, mostly homeless women, going missing around the city. They had traced the disappearances to a cult calling themselves "The Acolytes of the One True King" but the information they found on them was incomplete at best. According to what Tim had been able to dig up, the Acolytes had been active for the last fifteen years. They show up once a year, always in a different place. Always with the same MO. 25 people go missing in the weeks leading up to the end of October, then on the night of Halloween some kind of ritual takes place. All that has ever been found were the bodies of the missing women, their faces twisted in terror and pain.

It was only sheer luck that they knew where they would be tonight. One of the women had escaped and ran right into Red Hood. She told him everything, and since somehow Tim had been put in charge of all cult activity it was given to him. He would be fine dealing with the cult by himself, but Batman insisted he needed backup. Red Hood had wanted to come, but since his methods in human trafficking rings leads to more corpses than answers, he got stuck with Damian.

Tim jumped down the skylight after Damian and stumbled a bit on his sprained ankle.

"Tt. Are you so incompetent that you can not even land properly?" He hissed.

"Come on. Let's just find the hostages." Tim stalked down the hallway of the abandoned office building, keeping an ear out for any noises. There was nothing on the top two floors, but when they got to the third floor from the top things got interesting. The ceiling and floor between the floors had been removed, leaving a large open space with I-beams criss-crossing above. On the floor below there was painted a large, 12-pointed sigil; twenty-four missing women were tied, two together, at the points of the sigil with the twenty-fifth standing alone in the center.

“I count 15 cultists, I’ll take the left, you go right.” Tim said, but Damian was already moving, drawing too much attention. Tim barely had time to make it to the ground and block a punch that would have knocked Robin out.

“I do not require your help!” Damian sneered.

Tim barely resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Alright, if that's how he wants to do it. Tim focused on the three cultists attacking him. They were protecting someone who must be their leader judging by their dark purple robes. The leader was still reading aloud from an old book.

“Robin, get the book!” Tim shouted. Robin gave him a scathing look, but moved toward the leader. Tim was too distracted watching his progress that he missed the cultist approaching behind him.

“Watch yourself, Red.” Tim turned just in time to see the cultist go down from a blow to the head. The woman from the center of the sigil had freed herself.

“Thanks. Can you get the others out?” he asked.

“Not a problem. Get that lunatic.” The woman said with a nod.

With the hostage situation being taken care of, Tim turned toward Damian and the leader.

“What have you done?!” he bellowed.

“Stopped your little plot, is what.” Damain said, kicking the book out of his hands.

“You’ve ruined everything!” The cultist pointed at Damian and started chanting quickly.

“Robin!” Tim shouted. He knew a spell when he saw one, and Damian was just standing there! With a burst of speed, Tim tackled Damian, but unfortunately, he was too slow. They both got hit by the blast. Everything disappeared in a blinding white light, the world dissolved around them, and then they were falling.

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They landed with a thump and Tim saw stars as his head slammed into the ground. He pushed that pain aside and sat up despite his vision swimming.

"Are you actually stupid?" Damian shouted. "I could have taken him, easy."

"Oh, excuse me, next time I'll just let you get hit by the spell without trying to save you." Tim spat back.

"Next time you should throw yourself in front of the spell and get hit by yourself!"

Tim's vision was starting to clear and he could see their surroundings now. They were in a large chamber covered in hoarfrost with a raised dais at one end. On the dais was a throne that looked to be made of ice, and floating about six inches above the seat sat a being, legs crossed and head leaning against his hand, watching them. His face was hidden by a dark hood, the only thing Tim could see was his mouth, twisted up in a smirk. A spiked crown that looked to be made of the same ice as the throne floated just off the being's head, letting off an odd steam that sank down and swirled around the figure. Tim felt his heart pound in his chest. He felt like he was being stared down by a predator. Damian must have noticed Tim's distraction because he turned to face the being.

"Don't stop on my account." The being said, his voice echoing strangely, like he was speaking in stereo. "It's been too long since anyone just dropped in."

Tim struggled to his feet, hyper aware of the beings eyes on him. "We're really sorry for this-"

"Do not speak for me!" Damian cut off Tim's apology. Could he not see how dangerous this thing was? "I have done nothing to be sorry for!"

The being was quiet for a few moments before he spoke. "Then perhaps you could tell me how you came to be here." Damian opened his mouth to respond, but the being held up a gloved hand. "Not you, the other one."

"We were investigating a cult. They had kidnapped some people and were using them for some kind of ritual. We saved them, but the leader hit us with some kind of spell and we ended up here," Tim said. The being shifted on his throne, he was leaning forward now. Tim thought he could see green glowing out from under the hood.

"How interesting. May I have your names?"

The way he phrased the question niggled something in Tim's brain, 'Never give your name to a fae. They will take it and never give it back' one of his nannies had told him when he was young.

"You can call me Red Robin, and you can call him Robin."

The being on the dias smiled with teeth that were just a bit too sharp. "And you can call me King Phantom."

"King Phantom. Is there any way to send us home?" Tim asked tentatively.

King Phantom was quiet for a long few moments before he spoke. "It isn't easy, entering the Infinite Realms. It's even harder leaving. Death doesn't give up what is hers easily."

"Death?" Damian spat. "What do you mean? We aren't dead."

"No, but you stink of Death. And you," Tim could feel Phantom's eyes on him. "You have been courting her for a long time. She has claimed you both, and now that you're here in her Realms, she won't want to let you go."

"You can't just keep us here!" Damian shouted.

"Please. We have to get back. Our family will be worried if they can't find us, and we are the only ones who know about the cult leader. They won't be able to find him without us."

Phantom sat still, watching for a long while before speaking up. "There is a way I could send one of you back, but only one. You must decide who will go and who will stay."

"I'll stay." Tim said immediately, stepping in front of Damian.

"And you? You're okay with this?" Phantom addressed Damian.

"Of course, he's useless anyway."

Tim couldn't help the wounded noise that comment pulled from him.

Phantom paused for a moment before saying in a quiet voice. "Then so be it." With a click of his fingers a portal opened beneath Damian's feet and he was gone.

"Where did he go?" Tim asked, feeling a little panicked.

"Home." Phantom said. "Back to wherever you came from." Tim looked back toward Phantom. He looked a little less ethereal now. He was actually sitting on the throne and the crown wasn't giving off steam. "Now, come along." Phantom said, stepping down from the dias and heading toward the back of the room. "We have a lot to discuss."

#danny phantom #danny fenton #batman #dc comics #crossover #fanfic #tim drake #damian wayne #ghost king danny #Danny Fenton/Tim Drake #Brain Dead #Red Robin

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sourapplesauces · 3 years ago

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Bot Boy Idea 4: Vanny comes back

I'm gonna be honest, this one is my personal favorite, and I am quite surprised that it hasn't been done yet. Think of the angst potential! (this is no longer true)

Imagine it's been a few weeks since the 3 star ending and the 3 goobers are getting more acclimated to living with each other. Gregory is getting used to the fact that he has 2 adult figures that actually care about him. Vanessa’s nightmares are starting to become less severe. Freddy’s head was reattached to his body, and he now remotely controls a child-size bear doll (like a Lonely Freddy but not evil) so he can still easily be with Gregory when he isn't at the pizzaplex.

The day would start like any other: everyone wakes up, goes through their morning routines, and eats some breakfast. Gregory finishes first and gets up to go and wash off his plate in the sink. That is when it happens, Vanessa starts to feel a little off, like she is moving slower than normal. At first, she brushes it off as her still waking up. Then she hears a voice… a voice she only hears in her worst nightmares… VANNYS voice. Vanessa would then discover that she could no longer move or speak. She could only watch as she felt herself get up from her chair, and pick up a knife from off of the counter. The reason that she still has any knives at all is for Gregory to use to spread various condiments on his school sandwiches when he makes them.

Meanwhile, Gregory and Freddy are near the sink, having a conversation about Freddy's obsession with dad jokes or something (You are the Morbest superstar!) They turn around, preparing to return to Gregory's room to get ready for school, and they see Vanessa, holding a knife. Gregory would feel a sharp twinge of betrayal before looking at Vanessa's face to see that her calm green eyes, ones that had reassured him after many a nightmare, were now glowing a sickly purple. Freddy and Gregory would realize that the person in front of them was no longer Vanessa, but Vanny.

Vanny raises her arm, Gregory is looking for a way out. He is also preparing for the possibility of being killed, and he doesn't want to give Vanny the satisfaction of being scared if that happens. Through all this, Vanessa is trying desperately to retake control, all the while Vanny mocks her efforts, making sure that Vanessa won't be able to mentally look away from her worst fear, the death of her savior by her own hands. Freddy is preparing to try and jump in front of Gregory at the last second to try and cushion the blow of the knife using his plush form.

Just before Vanny is able to deliver the killing blow, she disappears. No warning at all, like a true glitch, Freddy and Gregory watch as Vanessa's eyes flicker from purple back to green, drops the knife and collapses to the floor, hugs herself and sits in complete silence for a few seconds before bursting into hysterical tears.

Nooooo....... you're gonna bring me to tears first! No offense but this has to be my least favorite so far! Im sure you can see why though ;_;

I imagine they confront that soon after though, they cant live in peace knowing that Vanny and the virus is still a threat! I wonder how Glitchtrap/Vanny (?) managed to infiltrate Vanessa's mind again though, in the 3-star ending Burntrap's body is still (slightly) intact so i imagine Glitchtrap/Vanny is just planning something- but of course he/she cannot do anything without someone's (Vanessa's) assistance. Somehow he/she managed to find a breakthrough of sorts after being kicked out from her mind? Or he/she wasn't kicked out and just dormant. Either way another interesting concept!

#fnaf #fnaf vanessa #security breach #fnaf security breach #halogenrobotics #sorry if the text is sorttaaa confusing #is vanny a seperate personality or just another label to glitchtrap?

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gryphsdeadbones · 5 years ago

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hey from one nd person to another the comic where fm gordon says a slur seems kind of in poor taste. ik ur not intentionally making light of it and tht occurring in fm should be criticized but while you dont make it out to be a good thing making jokes about it and calling him a "slurboy" is kind of questionable? it makes it seem more like a plotpoint and angst rather than the creator of fm genuinely fucking up in the past (and having moved on from it)! i think exploring fm coming to terms with being nd is a good idea but this isnt the best way to do it. if you want me to explain my point more lmk if/when u post this and i will! someone already made a post abt it but it was kinda strongly worded and i wanted to approach you more calmly because i genuinely dont want to call you out or start drama or anything ;-;

first off thank you for being civil and patient with me i appreciate this ask a lot- also this got long- im not in a flying rage or anything when i bold or emphasis text, i just needed it also for my own readability and since im not the best at wording- hopefully this hellsite works and my response is under the cut

i would like to know how is it in poor taste when freemind explicitly gets clocked at the very end for saying it. the entire point of the comic was to show that saying the r slur has existed in his source and is bad

im not sure how much more direct i can get, with the disclaimer/warning list growing longer and longer and out there for a huge sign that says “this au can get dark as fuck and these subject matters are treated seriously/not something to mess around with.” Like yes, there are some jokes in the asks and other comics, but that specific comic is not supposed to be “haha thats funny”. it has a serious tone using a rough sketch style bc i was super tired and wanted to vent

was it just the direct reference to it that just made people uncomfortable? because thats 100% understandable, and i made sure i tagged it appropriately (although admittedly, a little bit late since i thought the filter would catch at least the main thing)

i think what some people somehow got from it is “exploring sensitive content = endorsing said content” which! that is not the intent! i absolutely do not want people saying that word! I don’t want people thinking that is any way okay for this character to say

its more of a damned if i do address it, damned if i dont.

if it never comes up, people are gonna assume that ‘oh this character says slurs and is shit, surely the creator or fan-creator MUST be okay with it and woobifies freemind and absolves him of any mistakes’ or something like that. no. this asshole has an arc and i want to do it right. its serious and i think it shouldn’t be shoved under the rug

and people just. dont want to read for context for whatever reason. theyll start watching it and get taken aback by the slur and start blaming me ‘hey you never warned for this’ when very early on i keep mentioning over and over ‘you dont have to watch it if you dont want to! This has slurs and 2000s internet brand humor/style’ You really dont, I’m not forcing you to watch it- Literally all you need to know is either canon half life or hl/vrai. thats it. fm mostly follows hl1 with very slight changes.

so i had to make something that:

1. warns people who arent aware and dont want to go through my asks or about/warning pages (for whatever reason) and just want to see the art

2. also NOT downplay freemind’s canon assholery. listen, i kinda despise writing mean and cruel characters, theyre hard to do, and a lot of people get shit for doing it wrong or people going “character = author”

i’ve also considered leaving the bubbles blank, but then people could fill it with whatever they want, then blame me for being vague. or they’d fill it in with a different kind of slur that freemind has never used, even if he MIGHT be the type to do that. I needed to explicitly mention that it is ableist slur. There are shitty racist and other problematic jokes, but never those kinds of extreme racial slurs to my knowledge.

Although I do see your point that maybe joking about it outside of the serious stuff might not be the best route. The slurboy jokes are getting stale, and I will try a better way to remind people.

The thing that gets to me is that it feels people are more than ready to defend either Ross Scott or Gordon Freeman the fictonal character himself. I don’t??? really care for Ross Scott, so I don’t know if he’s ever brought it up specifically. I’m not really calling him out or cancelling him. Idc for some white man’s feelings, im only bringing the timeframe of That era and reworking it to fit in This current era.

And I hate to break it to people: Gordon Freeman is a blank slate character, you can project whatever the hell you want on him as long as it’s not freakshit illegal garbage. The machinimas (fm, hl/vrai) do have SOME characterization that I want to nail down. It fucking sucks when characters are ooc, and I’m trying not to do that, even if it means sacrificing some comfort. But still mostly staying in my comfort zone if that makes sense

Now about the callout that I do not want to engage with the op directly:

Honestly im very surprised the comic was called out when i just. thought my stuff is relatively tame on exploring the bad shit canon freemind does. ive seen him in fancontent where they really dont hold back and its still played off as ‘kinda funny’ tone.

I really don’t know if people just want any reason to hate me for whatever reason. That’s fine I guess, I can’t please everyone and they dont have to like me.

But like. isn’t it so much easier for the op of that to block me and the post and move on. Why kick up such a fuss. I can see that thinly veiled death threat of a vague. That’s pretty fucked up- Like holy fucking god, you do not have to like my stuff. I’m not holding you at knifepoint to like my stuff. I’ve specifically made two different tags (one general au, one specific au) if anyone wants to blacklist it for their own reasons I do not need to know. I don’t want to know.

You’re allowed to be uncomfortable. You’re allowed to unfollow/blacklist/block.

However you just don’t go ranting about it for something you horribly misinterpreted. If it bothers you so badly, literally just. drop me a message to clarify. thats it. or save yourself the time and block me.

I’ve blocked the op for both our sakes, but if anyone wants to send this post to them, then thats fine. I don’t want anything to do with them.

I don’t want to link the post and blow it up. I just want shit clarified, dropped and we can move the fuck on with our lives.

If you’re reading this and don’t know what the post is, please don’t bother. I do not want people going after the op with threats, please keep it civil, I’d prefer if you don’t engage with the post at all on my behalf.

Despite this huge wall of text, I do not want this to be a big deal, so please don’t ask me about the details.

As for anon, feel free to dm me either on here or. Maybe on discord if you’d still like to suggest or have something more cleared up. I’m still willing to hear any kind of feedback, and i want to thank you again for being reasonable about this

#Anonymous #ask #jdb faq #ask to tag #long post

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okay-j-hannah · 6 years ago

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Broken to Whole

Supernatural : Prompt

Sibling!Winchester

Setting: During mid to end Season 3 (Dean has his contract set for Hell)

Word Count: 2263

Warnings: There’s quite a bit of blood and some moments of terror, but it turns to funny and fluffy bits with the Winchesters right quick

Request: “1 with sibling!winchester reader? ok so what im thinking (which you can totally say no to) is that the reader and her brothers (sam and dean) are in a new town fighting a new threat and this threat gets to the reader which lands her in the hospital. her brothers are going insane waiting in the hospital or like a week until one day they’re watching over her and she wakes up?” - @aliciasayshi

Prompt:

“How long have you guys been standing around my bed like a bunch of creepers?”

A/N: After receiving an almost fatal blow, the Winchesters race you to the hospital where they fight with you and your immense fear of anything medical

Part Two: Take a Break

(Y/N) was panting ridiculously through gritted teeth, attempting to conceal her cries of agony as blood continued to slip from her cut onto the table she laid on.

“(Y/N)? Oh my God, stay right there!” Dean said, running to her. He grabbed the nearest supply of towels and cloths and started piling them on her stomach and she yelled out, “Sorry, sweetheart. I'm sorry. Hang on."

Dean undid her restraints and instructed her to hold the towels in place while he helped Sam, who was on a table beside her in his own straps. (Y/N) applied pressure regardless of the shockwaves it was sending throughout her body.

Sam went to tie the now unconscious monster down as Dean went back to (Y/N) and slowly removed the cloth to get a look at the damage, "Son of a bitch. That’s deep, (Y/N/N). We’ll have to go to the hospital."

She grimaced, and tears started to pour down her face, "I really don’t like the hospital, Dean."

He winced along with her, sympathy pain flowing his features, "You’re going to need stitches. And I bet nothing is sterile in here, you could get an infection or some other crap."

(Y/N) continued to cry as Dean pushed against her cut, "Dean, I really, really don’t like the hospital. Please! Just stitch it yourself.”

He shook his head and looked towards his brother, who came over with the same pained expression on his face.

”(Y/N), we need to get you help, now. You’re bleeding out everywhere. We don’t have the proper equipment and besides - that cut is deeper than any regular stitches can fix,“ Sam stated.

And as the painful exhaustion started to blur the edges of her vision, Dean scooped her up, regardless of the blood getting onto him, and they quickly got out of the house and into the car.

Despite her protests, she was put in the impala, crying and squealing with the pain. She tried her best to handle it with grace, but by the time Sam started driving, the bumps of the road enraged her wound.

She clutched at Dean’s hand as he held her close, hushing her along the way. And all she could remember was physically praying that she’d pass out.

And thankfully she did.

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When she finally came to she was in a light blue hospital gown, laying in a white hospital bed, covered in clear hospital tubes, and smelling like a bleached, disinfected hospital patient.

And she was not happy about it at all; her heart monitor starting to raise as her blood pumped faster.

Next to her, sitting in a chair, was Sam. His head was on the edge of the bed and his hand was inches from hers. Dean was up and pacing the room, back and forth, right in front of her bed.

"Now that I’ve received medical attention, can I please leave this hell hole?"

Sam jumped up and scooted his chair in closer and Dean fumbled in his mid-turn and somehow managed to make it to the bed without falling.

"How do you feel?” Sam questioned.

“Are you in pain at all?” Dean added.

“How long have you guys been standing around my bed like a bunch of creepers?” (Y/N) tried to sit up more, but failed miserably, wincing, “I’m fine. Can we leave, please?”

The brothers looked at each other and then back at her with contorted eyebrows and serious expressions.

“You were hurt bad, (Y/N/N),” Sam muttered. “They had to take you to the surgical room to stitch you up."

Dean made his way to her other side and rested a hand on the elevated part of her bed, "You probably would have bled to death if we hadn’t gotten you here."

"And I’m thankful for all the modern medicine and blah, blah, blah. Seriously though, when can I leave?”

“It’s just a hospital, (Y/N/N). Why do you hate it so much? You seem fine whenever we do cases,” Sam asked.

She took a deep breath, “Bad memories, alright? I don’t like being the patient in this situation. Visiting a hospital is fine. Staying in one? Count me out.” She attempted to swing her legs out of the bed and Dean held her down by the shoulders.

“Not today, sweetheart. You need to heal. You’re not going anywhere."

She gave each of them a moment of weakness gaze, her eyes filled with fear and pleading. Her heart rate was still raised, and her blood pressure and breathing had elevated.

"I’m sorry, (Y/N). But this is your best option,” Sam muttered.

She begrudgingly moved her gaze to her toes sticking up from the blanket and her eyes began to sting. She twiddled with her fingers again and bit the inside of her cheek. Finally, one of the monitors began to beep as an alarm and a nurse came running in.

“I’m sorry, boys, but I’m going to have to ask you to leave. You’re causing her distress."

At that thought (Y/N)’s vitals seemed to skyrocket even higher if that was possible. She moved her tear-filled eyes to the nurse and pleaded.

"No, no, please don’t take them away from me.”

Sam got up from his seat and went over to whisper to the nurse, “She’s just a little afraid of hospitals. Us being here is what’s actually keeping her somewhat grounded."

The nurse gave (Y/N) an up and down look and then back at Sam, "I see. Well, if those numbers keep rising then I’m going to have to sedate her. She needs to be relaxed for her to properly heal…"

"We understand. If we could stay here it would really help her, honest."

Dean went down and clasped one of (Y/N)’s shaking hands, trying to steady it. He eventually had to put both his hands around her one and she felt comfort in the pressure. She squeezed back and stared at the ceiling as her pulse started to lower.

The nurse gave a slow nod and threw her hands in the air, "Whatever works for you. I’ve got cases that I need to file, if you would excuse me."

Once they were alone again Sam came to (Y/N)’s other side and took her right hand in his, "Don’t worry, (Y/N/N). We’re not going anywhere. We’ve got time.” He looked at Dean when he said that, but (Y/N) didn’t notice.

It took her almost the entire day to get her heart rate to a normal range, all the while holding onto Sam and Dean. They took turns watching over her as the other went to get food or take a small break. She complied to all that the doctors required her to do: shots, medicines, check-ups. As long as one of the brothers were there to hold her hand.

It wasn’t until the last part of the second day that she was actually able to have a normal conversation with the two of them.

“You know, for a hunter, you’re a bit of a softy,” Dean mumbled, his faced smashed into the bed as he sat there waiting for something to do.

She actually responded this time, “Don’t give me that crap. Everyone’s scared of something."

"Dean’s scared of planes,” Sam interjected from his laptop.

Dean raised his head and glared at him, almost with a smolder on his tired features, “Yeah, well, Sammy’s afraid of clowns."

"Really?” (Y/N) said. “Planes and clowns and you think you’re some big tough hunters?"

Sam lifted his eyes from his work, "You’re scared of hospitals and we’re in and out of them weekly."

There was a silence for a while as (Y/N) closed her eyes and Dean stared at Sam, flitting his head towards the resting girl. Sam got the message to egg her on.

"Is there anything else you’re scared of?"

"Like I said, everyone is scared of something."

Dean gave a puzzled look, "So it’s only hospitals?"

"And things associated with them. Needles, surgical equipment, hand sanitizer, rubbing alcohol, stethoscopes… you name it."

Sam laughed, "That’s a lot, (Y/N/N)."

"Oh, and haunted houses,” she was on a roll now, her eyes still closed. “Can’t stand them. You know when I was fifteen I tried to go into one and I freaked and blacked out in the line."

"In the line?” Dean asked, finally starting to sit up.

“Yep. And I screamed and cried the entire time. The only reason I was able to move through it was because my friends dragged me."

Not wanting to spoil the nice time they were suddenly having, the brothers pressed on with the topic.

"What is it about haunted houses that you don’t like?” Sam asked, shutting his laptop. “They’re supposed to be fun.”

“Fun? Don’t be ridiculous. What is so great about those freak filled horror fests? I just don’t like being scared, that’s all."

Sam chuckled and scooted his chair closer to her bed, "But a haunted house is basically like all the places we go for hunts. Why do you enjoy one but despise the other?”

“Yeah, these real-life monsters come at you all the time and you never look scared when that’s happening,” Dean mentioned.

She finally opened her eyes and found them both gazing at her fondly. This was new, full and undivided attention.

“Why do you guys want to know?”

“Curiosity,” Dean said. “Just wanting to get to know you more."

“We haven’t seen you in years, (Y/N),” Sam shared a look towards his brother, “We just want to be close again.”

She thought about it for a minute. They wanted to get to know her.

"I don’t like the dark either.”

“Yeah, Bobby was saying something about that to us earlier,” Sam said, remembering when they had called him to update about (Y/N)’s condition. “You don’t like to sleep. Is the dark part of that?”

(Y/N) moved her eyes to her sterile blanket, “Partly, I guess. I don’t like the dreams that I have."

Both the boys leaned in, their silence begging for more. And she sensed that.

"Nightmares, more like. Just a reminder of when I was younger."

Sam caught a glance with his brother before cautiously moving forward, “Can we ask what your nightmares are about?”

(Y/N) pulled out her hands from under the blanket and played with her fingertips. She ignored the question for a long time before Sam took one of her twitching hands into his and said, "You know you can trust us, (Y/N/N). What is it going to take for you to believe us?”

She thought about her angels, her demons, her nightmares, her childhood. It was all so much information that she had kept to herself for so long.

Running off to live with Bobby was the best decision she’d ever made, even if it took her from her brothers for over fifteen years. She wasn’t sure the boys were ready to hear all of that. Or if she was ready to tell it all.

With a deep breath she pulled away her hand from Sam’s grasp and stretched, “I’m starved. Anyone up for burgers?"

Sam sat back and gave an exasperated sigh, showing the defeat across his face. They had gotten so close, and (Y/N) knew it. She was letting them in too far.

"Not so fast, kid. You’re not getting away that easily,” Dean said as he leaned back on two of the chairs legs. “You’ve been wiggling your way out of every question we ask. Now we don’t want to drill you or demand answers, but don’t you think we deserve to know something?” He let his chair fall onto all fours, “We’ve been waiting here."

He was right. They’d been patient with her. She was the one being stubborn and afraid.

"I just don’t want to push you away,” she whispered. “What if you don’t like the truth?”

Sam held a short smile, “(Y/N), we aren’t just going to up and leave. I don’t know what crazy thing happened to you, but the inevitable in this situation does not involve Dean and I leaving you. We’re here to stay."

Dean nodded in agreement, "We’ve all got demons, (Y/N).”

“Who’s Lilith?”

Both the brothers were taken aback.

“How do you know about Lilith?” Sam asked.

She had to think quick, “Uh… Bobby mentioned her. I know she’s some kind of demon."

Dean smirked, "She’s the bitch that’s holding my contract. And the one who’s after Sam."

(Y/N) frowned slightly, "I guess I don’t know as much about you two as I thought."

"She’s one of the original demons directly from Lucifer,” Sam explained. “She sees me as a threat because I… uh - well, I used to have psychic powers."

That gave her something to be startled about, "Psychic powers? Wait… what?”

Dean laughed, “Yellow eyes. He’s a demon that had a plan that involved burning people alive and bleeding demon blood into the mouths of babies. It gave them… powers."

"Yellow eyes? You mean Azazel? Bobby talked about him too… he’s the demon that you two were tracking for the past few years. The one that killed..."

The brothers nodded, and Sam muttered, "Until Dean killed him. And my powers stopped."

She twiddled her fingers, "He’s the one that killed mom." There was a silence that confirmed that for her, "But if your powers are gone why is Lilith so threatened by you?”

“I’m not entirely sure. Something about how I was chosen by Azazel to be his successor. I was the only one left standing out of the psychic children. But yellow eyes was stopped before he could get me to do anything else."

(Y/N) smiled, "Sounds like you guys have been through a lot."

Dean rubbed his hands together and laughed, "You got that right."

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Homestuck Liveblog #186

UPDATE 186: Political Assassination

Last time John finally got that tooth off his chest, and Jake agreed to give his endorsement to Karkaroni. Now what will happen? Let’s see.

Has it been days since Jade has been sitting on that couch, levitating and with her eyes completely black? Given everything that has happened in the meantime it sure feels like it has. Roxy’s getting worried, she tried to call Rose but she didn’t respond, so instead he goes for the next option she has: Dave. Who immediately brags about working to stop Jane from screwing up everything. The words ‘neoliberal austerity measures’ are unsaid but they’re like an echo when Dave talks about the presidential campaign, I bet. He’s busy handling Jake’s endorsement speech.

ROXY: i guess in the grand scheme of things

ROXY: shes just takin a sort of nap

ROXY: but its one HELL of a nap bro

‘one hell of a nap, davey, shes been blacked out for, like, a week’

It seems the troll candidate is more popular with the trolls and the carapacians than with the humans and consorts. How don’t they have more consort supporters? Hopefully Jake’s endorsement will change that.

ROXY: lmao dirk just texted me about this

ROXY: somehow he found out about jade did u tell him

DAVE: uh no

ROXY: he just said make sure she gets lotsa daylight

ROXY: that itll help with the “exorcism she needs”.....

ROXY: and also to say hi to calliope for some fuckin reason??

DAVE: thats weird

Well that makes clear what the best course of action is: don’t open the windows nor place her anywhere in the daylight. If Dirk’s advice will help with the exorcism she needs – to get Dead Calliope out – then it’s a bad idea. I’m enjoying this epilogue much more with Dead Calliope controlling the narrative, thanks.

It’s alarming Kanaya isn’t picking up either. Could Dirk have gotten rid of her? I sure hope not! Kanaya has done nothing wrong and deserves to stay alive, what with being the professional when it’s about troll reproduction. She better still be fine and kicking!

DAVE: i gotta give karkat some emotional support

DAVE: since gettin jake on our side was a pretty huge fucking bonanza for us

DAVE: which has almost equal probability of winning us the election as it does blowing up in our faces depending on this speech he gives

DAVE: so we gotta like

DAVE: concentrate here?????

DAVE: instead of jerking each other off all god damned day for the rest of our lives

DAVE: (im just joking we dont actually do that)

ROXY: oh

They don’t do that, much to Jade’s disappointment, I bet. Either way, it’s speech time!

The struggle to take control of the narrative is a petty squabble, says Dirk, taking the high ground by offering Dead Calliope a way out. Buddy, pal, friend, you can’t take the high ground and then insinuate Calliope is ugly as sin. That is petty.

Apparently everybody thinks Dave loves Karkaroni, and although I believe that too, it’s fine if Dave never comes to terms to that. The guy marches at the beat of his own drum, he’ll be fine. This kind of thing can’t be forced on him. Speaking of things that can’t be forced, Roxy wants to know how Dave came out to everyone else as not straight. Oh dear, Roxy, I don’t think Dave ever did that. You’re asking the wrong person – unless you want the answer to be ‘deny it for like eight years now’.

He’s not really denying it right now, though. Maybe he did come out to the others and I didn’t find out until now. He’s not comfortable enough with rapping about ‘boning dudes’ in middle of a stadium where so many people can see him, but he’s not running away from the question. Way to go, Dave! I approve character growth!

Somehow Dave has this entire spiel about all the steps of admitting not being straight. On what phase are you, Dave? Inquiring minds want to know. I’d paste the entire thing here, because it’s pretty good stuff, but it’d feel like I’m applying filler for the sake of applying filler, so I won’t.

Dirk really doesn’t want a conversation about gender. Personally I have to agree because, even though this is great for development and I appreciate all of Dave’s steps, this is kind of a random place to shove this in. Pretty bad place, really. It’d have been great at a different moment.

Horrendously invasive of Roxy’s deepest personal thoughts.

...uh, Dirk, you know what else is horrendously invasive? Taking over the narration and manipulating people around. Also the assimilation plan, that’s more than horrendously invasive.

Okay, this is going for long enough.

DIRK: Do you even know where I am right now?

DIRK: Do you have the slightest idea what I’m up to?

the prince is laboring under the delusion that he has been the least bit subtle in his intentions. he currently stands beneath the carapacian bell tower, poised to climb to the top. he holds the long, red sniper rifle that once belonged to roxy, brandishing it openly and boldly. he seems mysteriously oblivious to the fact that holding a long rifle in broad daylight somewhat tips one to the fact that he soon intends to shoot someone from a great distance. he also seems unaware of the fact that i know perfectly well that the top of this tower has a clear, long-range view of the stadium, allowing any competent sniper a clear shot of whoever happens to be standing at the podium as they give a speech. as jake english is about to do.

he also doesn’t seem to realize i have anticipated his attempt to assassinate his own friend in order to advance his political goals, and that i am prepared to take measures which make this impossible.

It really sounds like Dirk’s getting ready to shoot, he’s up at the right place and has a view of the stadium where Jake will be, but...I don’t know, ever since Roxy said Dirk messaged her about keeping Jade in the sunlight for ‘an exorcism’ I have been feeling uneasy, and now that this all was said just now, well, I kind of suspect Dirk may try to shoot and kill Jade. It sure would free her of Dead Calliope’s control and possibly give him back the control of the narrative. It’s a possibility, no?

Somehow the next few paragraphs resembles a schoolyard roleplaying fight. ‘You can’t reach the top of the stairs because...your feet feel really heavy’ ‘really? Then I can fly’ ‘and then the bell came crashing down on you!’ ‘I cut that stupid bell with my sword!’ ‘not fair!’ ‘yes fair!’. It’s endearing in its own way.

DIRK: He wonders out loud, “what is this, amateur hour”?

DIRK: The Dead Cherub then humorlessly narrates, “why, yes. yes mr. strider, it IS amateur hour. and i’m the amateur here, for throwing a huge bell at you. i would like to humbly apologize for my amateurism.”

no i don’t.

DIRK: Sure you do.

I’m having fun with this part, guys, I really am! This is great.

This is over when Dead Calliope, trying to stop the focus on Dirk and his increasingly petty narration, turns the attention back to Dave who must still be explaining to Roxy the intricacies of coming out to their friends. I see keeping a show in a standstill is a Strider family trait.

DAVE: well lets just say internalized whatevers are kind of like an onion

DAVE: theres lots of layers

DAVE: they suck on pizza

DAVE: and trolls have to get their stomach pumped if they eat them

That has got to be the most contrived simile Dave has said in recent history.

Dirk continues saying very clearly he’s about to shoot Jake, and the more he states that so bluntly the more I suspect there’s something else going on.

‘Xenophobe’ and related words are starting to stop looking like a real word. It just has been said so many times.

Everything is making Dave feel like something’s wrong – undoubtedly Dead Calliope’s influence – so he gets in the path of any potential bullets, protecting Jake with his own body.

and despite dave’s quick and well-justified action, what is also unbeknownst to him is that the sniper no longer poses a threat of pulling that trigger. because everyone knows that for all of the prince’s shortcomings, he would never expose his beloved brother and son to the risk of a heroic death.

DIRK: You’re absolutely right.

DIRK: I would never do that.

DIRK: I’d never kill Dave, no matter what I felt the stakes were. I’d never hurt him either.

I’m pretty willing to bet taking over Dave’s self doesn’t count as killing or hurting him, therefore it’s fair game. Dave would be pretty unhappy to know what Dirk’s doing, anyway. The narrative reveals what’s in the sniper rifle are not bullets, they’re tranquilizers. It’d be a non-fatal way of keeping someone out of the way for a while. The second thing Dead Calliope got wrong, though...

DIRK: Yes. You’re right about the tranquilizer.

DIRK: But there’s one more fact you’re not aware of.

DIRK: Which is that I never intended to aim for Jake at all.

Well then! Turns out I may have been right about that he intends to shoot Jade. He must feel really confident about it if he can announce it aloud after aaaall the charades he did to fool Dead Calliope. Is it Jade, Dirk? Will you tranquilize Jade and pretty much put her to sleep – non-fatally?

Dirk spins in what must be the tiniest bell tower ever, given he only has to spin to change direction and be able to aim somewhere else, and gets ready to shoot. All Dead Calliope can do is freeze Dirk’s finger on the trigger, but he thought ahead and made the rifle to be voice-operated. All he has to do is say ‘fire’. Which he does! Game over for Dead Calliope?

Pretty good aim, hitting a vein from all this distance. Jade indeed has gotten tranquilized, and I’m pretty sure given this isn’t the first time Dirk uses tranquilizers – he uses them in TV – it shouldn’t be too hard for anyone to realize this is Dirk’s orangey shady hand making the moves.

The insult against Jade is uncalled for, Dirk. But yeah, the result of all this is that Dirk is once again back in control of the narrative, which makes me sigh with exasperation. I really liked Dead Calliope’s narration more than Dirk’s, so I’m not looking forward to this change.

Roxy drops to her knees by the couch, pulls the dart out of Jade’s neck, and tries to shake her awake. But it’s no use. That’s a heavy dose I gave her. Could be out for weeks. Maybe months? Can’t have any cherubs messing with my business on this planet. At least not until I’ve taken my leave. But Jade’s gonna be fine. Don’t worry about that.

So...she’s pretty much in a coma. Could be worse, could be worse. She could be dead. This is barely better.

Cherubs are fuckin’ weird, I’ll totally concede. Still not sure what makes them tick. What they idealize, what they really want. It all comes across to me as a little cloying. Perfection to them is a sweetness beyond comprehension. Sugar so potent it’s poison to us. To our bodies, to our souls. Like the place she was operating from was a realm of self-construction. A bubble of pure, phantasmal confection.

Well, I for one have had enough of that goddamn toothache. I’m back in the protein saddle, motherfuckers. I’m clacking my tongs, and the charcoal is hot.

Now who’s hungry for meat?

Does that mean the candy epilogue is all Dead Calliope’s influence seeping through instead of Dirk’s? It could be interesting to see what kind of thing she does to the world. Although...given the effects of the trickster lollipop and how ‘sweetness beyond comprehension’ is perfection to them, it’s bound to be nightmarish. I’m actually looking forward to that!

Speaking of meat, holy shit. You just look more fucked up every time we come back to you, don’t you, John?

You’re a disgraceful mess right now. Covered in blood, mysteriously sticky, bruised all over your arms, legs, and neck. Terezi practically raked rows into your back. You catch sight of yourself in the rearview mirror. You’re kind of embarrassed by what a postcoital train wreck you look like when all she’s got is mussed hair. And you should be embarrassed. Seriously, it’s like you were mauled by a wild animal. Jesus, don’t either of you have any shame?

Ah. Okay then, good for them, although I’m pretty concerned. Such a physically intensive activity can’t be good for the guy with a gaping hole in the chest and the troll who still must be half-starved. I won’t be surprised if these two just pass out and die anytime soon. I’m not entirely sure, but it seems things are awkward now between these two. Maybe it was all a spur-of-the-moment move.

You sit together on the hatch, like when you first met up days ago. Terezi crawls into your arms, and nuzzles right up against your chest so you have no choice but to hold on to her. You would have done it anyway if she asked, because you’re a total sap. The kind of guy who no doubt thinks banging a girl in a car is some deep, soul-shattering experience that bonds you for life. Yeah, John, you do think that. You think that you and Terezi are basically married now.

I can’t tell if he really thinks that or if Dirk’s funneling those thoughts into him. The line between what the character feels and what Dirk wants them to feel is pretty blurry by now.

After all this, Terezi gives up on looking for Vriska, so this is a prime moment for her to fly by and find them. She doesn’t, though, and John proposes Terezi to go home with him. Can they even go home? John is so tired it’s possible they can’t – which he really should have thought about before doing said physically intensive activity. Nobody to blame but yourself, John. Seriously, you have an open wound and bled like four liters of blood. You’re as good as dead.

He feels the urge to lie down and sleep, which is a pretty bad idea given the situation. Terezi rouses him up, so instead he decides to give this a try and zap back home. Hmmmm...if he’s so tired right now, it’s possible the act of zapping home will drain whatever energy he has left, so I’m not...very optimistic about John’s chances of survival. Would this count as a heroic death? Can you die from a heroic death if you die like two weeks after the offending injury is made? If he dies from exertion after having sex with Terezi that doesn’t count as a death because having sex with Terezi is neither heroic nor just, no? Oh well.

Back in the stadium, the inexistent assassination attempt may have given Karkaroni a push in the polls, and Dirk spends quite a while brandishing Jake like a piece of meat. Really, can he be treated as more than a flat character whose only non-flat trait is his posterior? Jake’s nervous and fidgets around, so much Dave and Karkaroni show concern and offer to cancel the speech and/or the campaign. It seems our favorite presidential troll still doesn’t like the idea of having leadership, he’s ready to throw the towel anytime. Jake insists he can do it, so he starts!

I don’t remember Dirk being so outright antagonistic in Homestuck. It’s making me pretty uncomfortable, I have to admit. It feels kind of out of nowhere, just like Jane’s sudden xenophobic inclinations are. What was Hussie thinking when he wrote all this? What was his intention?

Jake’s getting pretty nervous and I can’t tell if he’s getting stage fright or if Dirk’s influencing him to be nervous. The latter is a possibility, no? Wouldn’t be surprised if that’s what’s going on.

Why don’t you have a good, long think about that, Jake.

Is this really the time for a good, long think? Jake muses to himself, actually putting a finger to his chin like some public domain clip art picture of a befuddled guy. If the crowd is confused by his rapid-cycle mood changes, they don’t show it. Jake’s got a bit of a day-drinking problem, which has been slavishly documented in the global tabloids. That’s how you avoid responsibility, isn’t it, Jake? You can fool your fans, but not yourself. The truth is that there’s a canniness to the act. It’s partially cultivated. You’re stupid, but you’re not nearly as stupid as you pretend to be.

JAKE: What in the devil was i thinking coming here?

JAKE: Why did I...?

JAKE: I came here to...

... slide the biggest knife any motherfucker ever wielded directly into your friend Jane Crocker’s back?

She loves you, Jake, more than anything, and you toyed with her heart. And you would have guiltlessly toyed with her “kettle drums” too had it not been for a bit of divine intervention, let’s decide to call it.

Sigh. That’s...that’s all I can do with all this. Sigh and keep reading. Third time I’m scrolling through the epilogue a tad faster than I should. It’s pretty much an entire page of gaslighting. Nothing really worth delving into, mainly because it’s pretty uncomfortable to read such a thing. Dirk’s being the abusive ex, pretty much. Nothing really worthwhile.

JAKE: I love dirk!

JAKE: IM IN *LOVE* WITH DIRK!!!

And to love Dirk is to obey him.

You know, there are a few reasons why I’m thinking of liveblogging these epilogues. I’ll explain them later, but right now I may as well say a word of two: the epilogue is competently written. The events in it are interesting, and the interactions are raw and full of emotion. It’s all pretty unpleasant to read, which makes it a bit novel, like swallowing bitter medicine. It’s pretty good, in a technical way.

But it simply doesn’t work with Homestuck characters. It just doesn’t.

Anyway, let’s continue scrolling down to the end of the page and go to the next.

I was right in that zapping back to Earth C would take what was left of John’s energy. He barely can give three steps before he falls down, so it’s all up to Terezi now. She wants to bring John to Jane, so she can revive him. I don’t think she has revived him before, so it should be a good idea. It’d be better to bring Jane to John, though.

It doesn’t matter. This isn’t a wound you can recover from. It’s Game Over this time: no healing, no afterlife, no cosmic clock proclaiming your sacrifice as Heroic. The poison needling through you is antithetical to narrative relevance. You’re not dying, John. You’re being erased. Cherubs don’t fuck around. We’ve both been learning that the hard way.

Oh, nevermind, it’s something not even Jane with her life powers can fix. I wonder if, once John is erased, nobody will remember him. That’s what happens when there’s no place for you in a narrative, no? Hmmm...

John already know he’s irreversibly going to die, and tells Terezi not to waste her time, that he was dead the moment Lord English bit him. Which is true, given this poison. Then he says he was dead the moment he woke up that morning, which...I suppose is the depression talking.

You died the moment you made the decision to go meet your destiny. You would have lived if you made the other decision, under a certain definition of the word “living.” You might have even lived until the end of your immortal life span, as shitty as that sounds.

So he’d have lived for the rest of his life if he had decided to do nothing. Makes sense. This may have been for the better, given Lord English needed to be defeated, so it’s time well-spent. It’s rather unfortunate it involves John’s death, but...in a way I saw this coming. Pretty tragic outcome, and given this epilogue has been chock-filled with a lot of tragedy and pessimistic scenarios, it only made sense this would happen.

It’s dying words time! Terezi is really affected because she really cares for John, and also they had a ‘emotionally significant sexual encounter’, so she’s even willing to listen to all the sappy stuff John will say in his deathbed. This is bound to be rather emotional! And the fact he can’t even think of something appropriate to say in his final moments is what makes it emotional because this isn’t how he imagined this would go. He can’t even think of quotes from his movies. Terezi offers to tell everyone John Egbert said some cool stuff in his final moments and make everybody believe it somehow, so instead John goes straight towards the sappy and tragic. There he goes!

JOHN: i think... i really lo—

TEREZI: DONT YOU D4R3

JOHN: i... r-really lov—

TEREZI: DONT YOU D4R3 FUCK1NG D13 ON M3 1N TH3 M1DDL3 OF 4 LOV3 CONF3SS1ON!

TEREZI: 1 FORB1D 1T!!!

JOHN: but... i...

JOHN: i...

Then John dies in the middle of a love confession.

Love confession on the deathbed! It’s like this truly came from a movie, haha. Terezi is devastated, so much she can’t even bring herself to cry properly. Once she confirms he’s dead, she ponders what she should do now, alone in the world John wanted to bring her to. She doesn’t have anything else to do, so after a moment – and at Dirk’s behest – she takes John’s corpse in Dad Egbert’s wallet and starts walking.

It has been a month already. Jane won the election after what I figure was Jake’s endorsement speech for her, so that’s that. Terezi has been rather lost this whole month, and nobody has seen John Egbert – instead of saying he’s dead -- so I suppose she hasn’t told anyone he’s dead. Rose has been missing the entire time and Kanaya has been pushed around by Dirk’s machinations to keep him distracted while he keeps Rose locked away somewhere, both mentally and physically, I figure. All in all, it’s a pretty grim outlook for everybody in Homestuck. Also, Jade is still in coma. Terezi goes to visit her, perhaps to tell her what happened to John?

Dirk continues being so salty Roxy’s experimenting with her gender, apparently. Aren’t there a million other things to deal with, pal?

Roxy is very glad to see Terezi, and she takes Terezi thinking she’s Dave as a compliment. She also compliments Terezi, giving her some heartache because it makes her remember the time she spent with John. It may have been a few hours, apparently. Time works in mysterious ways up there in paradox space!

The reason Terezi is here is because she feels John would come here, and she’s right, I bet. John would want to check on Jade as much as he can, so now that she’s carrying John’s cadaver around, she feels she should handle this all herself. It’s also confirmed she hasn’t told anyone John is dead.

ROXY: back when jade first got all effed up callie saw somethin and it made them freak out

ROXY: it took me weeks to convince them that it was safe to come home

ROXY: but now we got the opposite problem and they arent leavin the house at all

ROXY: they stay home all day with the blinds drawn paintin some weird ass shit on the walls

TEREZI: WH4T?

ROXY: its not as bad as it sounds i promise

ROXY: some of it is like

ROXY: weird and violent??

ROXY: like lotsa nasty purple blood and um

ROXY: nudity????

TEREZI: >:?

ROXY: yeah yikes

ROXY: but MOST of it is cute stuff like... various combos of all of us being happy and gettin married and shit

ROXY: anyway thats kept callie kinda busy

ROXY: so it was hard as hell to convince them to let me come see jade at all

ROXY: its like theyre traumatized

ROXY: and they think ill drag whatever possessed jade back into our home with me

So the end result for Calliope is that she’s traumatized. Seeing a dead version of herself possessing Jade must have really rattled her. As I said, this is all pretty grim for everyone in Homestuck, goodness. Although...part of me wonders if her current state is partly because of Dirk’s influence. He’s petty enough to mess with the living Calliope’s head as a ‘take that’ for Dead Calliope.

Someone tries to contact Terezi through her phone, she’s not sure who it’d be. Perhaps Dirk? He did show a preference to sending messages to his former friends and acquaintances. As if things weren’t awkward enough for Terezi, she’s asked if she knows what happened to John. Terezi, you can’t keep this under wraps forever. Sooner or later you have to tell everyone John died because of injuries in Lord English’s fight.

It seems Terezi can hear Dirk perfectly even when he’s talking in the narration, I suppose it’s because of her aspect. Oh, be careful with the stuff you say, Dirk! She’s also willing to whisper stuff to address Dirk, even if it gets odd looks from other people. On the other hand, this kind of leaves her more vulnerable to Dirk’s machinations, no? Part of manipulating people is responding to what they say, so with some luck this won’t go belly-up.

Once the conversation is over Roxy leaves and Dirk exposits Terezi still feels guilty about hiding John’s death from everyone, and she can’t even confide in Dave because of mistakes she did as a teenager in another timeline. It’s the curse of having the Mind aspect, isn’t it? Knowing what the choices cause. All of Dirk’s exposition bothers Terezi enough for her to tell him to scram, and he refuses to do so.

Come on, Terezi. You don’t belong here. You know you don’t belong here.

Do you feel threatened by Terezi, Dirk? Is that why you’re trying to push her away? I don’t think Terezi has anything that could be particularly useful against Dirk’s plans, so I’m not sure why he’s bothering to mess with her like this. She even points out they barely have crossed words.

Okay, I believe he feels threatened by her in some manner because he tries to convince her to join him in...some place. More like he wants her out of Earth C. He even offers to let her take John with her, which is why I’m sure he made her pick up the corpse, so he could manipulate her by using John. He finally leaves her alone with her thoughts, sure he managed to convince her enough. We’ll see.

Stopping for now!

Next time: next update

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acourtoftog · 7 years ago

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Throne of glass spoilers ahead, you have been warned kiddos

Firstly , god damn that was a rollercoaster of hardcore battle , like seriously

The forging of the lock... idk the scene of aelin kinda flying across worlds gave me shivers, and even though I haven’t read acortar or whatever , it’s kinda made me want to read them now, it was so beautifully written

Tell ya who the queen of slow burn is, SJM like god damn that woman, yeh we god elide and Lorcan(obvs) but freakin Lysandra and aedion , I’m kinda still starved for content like, ik aedion was pissed but still a lot of the dialogue between the two of them was Lysandra feeling like shit

LYSANDRA WAS UNDER APPRECIATED JEEZ

aelin- 10/10 character development, Sarah kinda broke her down and built her back up again, from a cocky arrogant queen (who I adored) to a kind, almost wise still cocky queen

Was it just me who thought rowan and the cadre and elide finding her was kinda... anticlimactic... yeh rowan skinned that douchebag alive but still. I felt sjm could have done it more justice

Dorian and manon my little cuties honest to god, their scenes were awesome, manon found her humanity

Crochans were awesome, but like obviously they were important but we didn’t really find out much about them if that makes sense ?

IM ALSO GONNA GET A LAWYER, SARAH OMG WHY TF DID YOU KILL MY BEAUTIFUL THIRTEEN, YEH IT MADE MANON GO APESHIT N FIGHT HARDER. AND YEH THE STAIN ON THE BLOODIED GROUND, AND THEN ALL THE DIFFERENT KINGDOMS PUT FLOWERS WAS AWFULLY BEAUTIFUL. BUT STILL YIELDING? WASNT THAT THE COWARDLY WAY OUT? ASTERIN NEVER MET FENRYS REALLY? I WANTED HER AND BORTE TO BE BEST FRIENDS OMG. HONESTLY WAS SOBBING AT 3am ONLY BIG DEATH THAT MADE ME CRY OTHER THAN NEHMIA, ALSO ASTERIN GOT TO KICK THE BITCHES ASS N TAKE HER DOWN, she’s going to be with her hunter and witching remember that guys :(((((

NOOOOOOOO GAVRIEL AND AEDION NEVER GOT TO TALK CUS AEDION WAS A STUBBORN ASS 🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️🤦🏻‍♀️😤😤😤😤

ngl thought nox was gonna have a bigger role, like we all knew he was gonna be in there somehow but still... did he even meet aelin ? Did I miss something

Also thought that it was gonna be Dorian that would have forged the lock ? Anyone else , like ik it wasn’t supposed to be glorious and yeh aelin kinda hAd the right to do it but she just pushed him aside tbf , also neat little thing sjm put in about Dorian wondering about his humanity, and about his father who turned out to be cleverer than we thought.

Maeve was an absolute bitch, her death was kinda anticlimactic, but my main boi fenrys got to have one of the killing blows which was pretty cool

Sartaq and neseryn was awesome as per usual, but I kinda wanted there to be more interaction between them and the other characters , but then again they were just their so we could get birds eye view of battle and also the dam which was freakin awesome like that was really cool , there was an impending threat that wasn’t maeve or erwan

Rowan didn’t really give aelin more time which kinda pissed me off like yeh , he was wary In a worrying way for the couple of chapters in the boat and caves but still.

It was fenrys that honestly just took my mind away, the communication whilst my main girly was getting tortured by the dickhead. That was really cool the way that was written, 11/10 maas for keeping that going throughout the book dammmn

Ik it was a battle but WHERE TF WAS FLEETFOOT , yeh she was mentioned which means she was safe and yeh she was sleepy on the floor , but I wanted her to take a bite outta someone for nehmia

Abraxos didn’t die hahahaha hahahaha my theory of big spikey doggo was correct 😏

HE HAD A MATE OMG SERIOUSLY MAN , he’d gone through so much effectively torture, then he was happy and then his mate and all his friends just got killed

Erwans death was awesome like good on yrene who is a freakin goddess in my books definitely a favourite character for evermore. She was pregnant and she managed to save everyone

Aelin still kinda has her power to remind herself and everyone what she had to do to save their world

Ngl I felt kinda sorry for maeve when she wasn’t plotting and scheming , yeh she’s the evil lady that tortured aelin for months, mentally and physically, but she genuinely just wanted to escape from her husband and brothers

Sorry but who TF were those random wolf fae/ humans like heya they saved their asses but I’ve never heard of the wolf tribe before unless I’m being stupid lol

So ummmm Dorian and shapeshift? What can’t that kid do 🤨 but his and chaols reunion was the best like I almost cried , they found each other again, the boys are backkkk

Chaol and yrene didn’t have that many chapters tbf, and when we saw them it was kinda a couple of pages and that’s it each couple of chapters, like I would have liked to have seen more interaction with other characters

Chaols dad didn’t turn out to be as much of a massive dickkk whooooooooop but still I wanted to meet terrin and his mum. Like how cool would that have been if terrin used his diplomatic skills to make the wild men fight for them, like we could’ve had some more character development from chaol who would have faced the bad aspects of his past with the good ones

Sjm could definitely do another series idk she’s kinda set it up like she could write tonnes more on it , but I’m mmm guessing theirs gonna be some more storytelling aspects to the guide book next year than we thought

THE ENDING OMG THE ORIGINAL TRIO WAS BACK AND THEY ACTUALLY ACKNOWLEDGED EACH OTHER IN THE BEST WAY LIKE CHAOL WAS CRYING DORIAN WAS SOBBING AELIN WAS JUST KINDA GLAD THAT NONE OF THEM HAD DIED. However wtf was chaol going about them seeing each other again.? I’m expecting yrene and chaol and Dorian to be all up in Terresan for yulemas etc, aelin and Dorian better send each other books

Nawwwwww manon was a powerful queen who united the clans of witches like that was sickkkkk

Yano I was kinda expecting to meet Vaughan tbf (idk if that’s how you spell his name ) but I’m glad we didn’t because aelin probably would have given the blood oath to him so she could have the full cadre (other than Conall) which I’m still pissed about, like him killing him self, surely he loved fenrys enough to fight it ? Bros before hoes ? Jks it was relevant 😖 and it wish it wasn’t cus I wanted him and fenrys to be free together

AND THIS CONCLUDES PART 1 OF MY LONG AND TEDIOUS TED TALK , THERES GONNA BE MORE I CAN TELL, BUT THAT WAS ME TRYING TO CONDENSE MY BIG PHAT SAD FEELINGS OMG I SOBBED AT THE END OKAY COOL YOUR WELCOME 😎

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bobowhooo · 7 years ago

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Potent Savages

Genre : Angst/ Thriller/ Trigger Warningssss/ Smut/ Exo, oc, and blackpink au!

Summary : Not everyone is cut out for this kind of fast paced lifestyle, but for these young, rich, savages, it’s second nature.

Chapter 11 : Look alive

The moment we realized that the secret of this life we live, love was always a strength. And never a weakness.

“Never again.”

Am i dreaming? Did that girl shoot me and now im in heaven? Wait, wrong one.....? Im confused. This smell is not supposed to be filling my senses right now. Im supposed to be dead. Or at least fighting for my life. My eyes are stinging. I might cry. I usually never fucking cry. I won’t cry.

I gripped more onto the body im tangled to. Someone pinch me. Or shoot me. Because if i open my eyes and this isn’t baekhyun. I mind as well be dead.

My nose took in a large amount of air and my chest puffed up along with it.

I’ll open my eyes.

In one, two, three.

The windows to my soul popped open in a rush. As if im scared of what i might see.

The swelling of my heart became hard to handle as i looked around me. My girls, exo, even si yeon. They all made a tight circle around me and baekhyun, Protecting us from the enemies that surround us.

I don’t cry. I don’t cry. I still won’t cry.

I might cry.

“Are you fighting those precious tears princess?” Baekhyun said staring at my eyes with his arms still holding me strongly.

“Not anymore.” I bit my lip and dug my face into his neck. Tears started to stream down my cheeks all the way to my mouth. They seeped through my lips and graced my taste buds with a salty flavor. This leaves me wondering what tears would taste like if they matched my personality. Hot, spicy, and bitter. That’s me.

The faintest sniffle came from baekhyun as he shook his head. He’s fighting tears to. He’s probably trying to be my rock right now. I wish he understood that even being here is enough for me. I don’t need a superman.

My body pulled back, separating my chest from his. I looked at him deeply, silently asking to see his heart through those brown puppy like eyes. He tried to avoid eye contact because of the tears begging to show everyone how emotional he is at the moment. The pull was to strong though. He never stood a chance. I know that for a fact.

His eyes filled with fire when they met mine.

Why did i let you go.

That’s the sentence we could both hear go off in each others minds.

I stopped thinking when my hand flew to his jaw. Pulling him to me oh so roughly. His skin feels softer than the silk in the pockets of this dress.

I gently pushed my lips onto his. A perfect contrast to the possessive and rough claw i have on his jaw line, extending into his cheeks. My head tilted to the right as his did the opposite. The kiss is slow and every movement is drawn out. Our love shining so brightly in this moment. A perfect depiction of our life, like a moving painting. Right in the middle of enemy territory. Right in the face of death. We protect each other. We show our love in the best ways we know how. Right here. Where else could we shine so brightly, when this is what we live for? What we strive in. Dare i think, what we’re made for.

At the end of the day. We’re young. And we love each other. And we would do anything you can imagine for one another. And when it comes to life. Isn’t that everything you really need? Everything else is just things you want.

That’s how i think of it at least.

I bit his bottom lip and he hissed. His hands now squeezing roughly on the cheeks of my ass. This can’t continue. I would let it. But this is not the time.

My teeth let go of his plump soft bottom lip with hesitation. I looked at it snapped back to it’s normal state. There are little teeth marks adorning it greatly in my eyes. Im sorry for being so rough with it. I couldn’t help myself. Or maybe i just didn’t want to.

The sound of everything around me started to rush back into my ears again, as it had earlier been silenced. My focus on baekhyun must have somehow blocked out everything surrounding me.

A kiss that could have gotten us both killed, you could say.

But very much worth it.

“Do you have any clue how much i need you? How much i miss you?” His grip on me tightening with every word. Passion and what im almost sure is love, burning up something wonderful in his eyes.

“I have a few leads on it. But nothing too solid.” I said lowly. My forehead making its way onto his. As if we were silently showing each other that we are a team. That we are one mind, functioning in two separate bodies, with two separate souls that can’t live without the other.

Never have i felt this before. And i can already tell you. I never will again.

“I love you more than i know how to express, i swear i do.” His pearly white teeth showing out almost too perfectly. Something like a shot to the heart.

“And i love you more than i ever thought i was capable of byun baekhyun.” I said, mirroring his beautiful smile with my own.

Dangerous will be this new love of ours. But nothing is wrong with that.

“I think it’s time to end this now, my queen.”

“Fucking right it is, my king.”

Let’s pick up the pace.

In a quick motion, i jumped down from baekhyuns arms. My hands ripped the bottom of this dress recklessly, now looking exactly how you would expect it too. Baekhyun pushed my lucky glock onto my cheek teasingly as i kicked my heels off.

When the weapon touched my palm i started to feel like myself again. My beautiful glock 26. The fifth most precious thing to me. Im sorry for leaving you,

Chanyeol looked back and smiled at the both of us. “Took you guys long enough!” He can’t control how happy he is to see me again after everything that happened. I feel the same way.

A smirk flashed across my face before i pushed through the tight circle my new family had formed. Excluding si yeon of course. I hate that bitch.

“Where the fuck are you siwon!?” I yelled shooting the two men running towards me. My back was pushed by someone else’s and whipped around fast. Jennie turned to give me a smile along with with my girls. My sisters. My body turned back and i began to lead the way. I commenced running fast toward the hallway i know so well while the girls followed close behind my trail. My eyes squinted when i heard footsteps. lots of them. My arm extended out to give a stop sign. My other arm lifted my hand to my ear. That’s about twelve men. Wait, eleven men coming from another direction. They’re destination is this hallway. I Know that for a fact.

“Shit! Run!”

My bare feet hit the ground harder and harder as i ran down the long hall. I know siwon is in that room, The room he tortured me in. The room he drugged me and used my body in. The more i think about it. The hotter my blood gets. Pretty soon it’s going to start boiling. Just how i like it.

The men came from two different ends of the hallway. They closed us in somewhere in the middle. None of that matters though. Im focused on that steel door. It’s going to lead me to my sweet, brutal, victory.

“Keep going!” Jisoo yelled before kneeling on one knee and shooting in the opposite direction of me. Lisa and jennie moved in front of me, mimicking jisoo’s movements and taking out the threats.

My lips made it’s way into my teeth, My body hesitated to leave them here. All for siwon.

“I don’t think so. Lisa! Heads up!” I yelled over the gunshots, My arms threw my lucky glock to her and she did the same with her rose gold semi-automatic rifle. A perfect catch landed the dangerous weapon in my hands safely and i pointed it at the cameras. Lets test these bombs he’s set, shall we.

One shot hit the camera all the way down the hall, on the right, high up into the corner. Siwon’s maximum security consists of bombs on the cameras, just in case someone tries to dismantle it or destroy it. I learned this from pearl. I guess he would rather everything blow up then have me leave. Looks like some shit is gonna fucking blow then. The camera exploded right on time, little pieces of it flew everywhere as the destruction from it spread chaos in it’s area. I smirked, almost too proud of that little scene. My directions changed and i aimed at the one on my left.

“Wait!” Rose yelled pointing at the crowd behind the crowd. The guys made their way to the hallway finally, taking down the men in their way. I let my gun lower as i watched baekhyun take out a big guard almost three times his size. I never realized he still uses the hapkido skills he learned from awhile ago. He has to teach me that some time.

“Aya!” Suho yelled, looking straight passed me. I looked in his direction and saw roughly fifteen more guards coming from nowhere i know of. One of the men in the front aimed his rifle for the camera in the middle of the hallway, not too far from where we are. His aim is shit though, I can tell that before he even shot at it. The bullet missed completely, hitting the corner of the place right by the camera, ricocheting and shooting a guy that’s occupied choking chen. A small snort of laughter came from me as i aimed straight for his head. And one thing about me is i never miss. He should be happy to have died by such an excellent head shot. Another one of the guys stood back as the rest of the guards charged for us. He’s aiming for it too. My aim is too blocked by the other men, so i make a run for where the boys are on the other side. Everyone followed behind me trying to avoid the explosion to come. I couldn’t see the man trying to set off the bomb anymore but that doesn’t matter.

How about we fight fire with fire.

As if on cue, me and the man down the hall shot a bullet towards the last two cameras in the hallway.

My body flew to the wall on my left, my chest and head hit it harshly at the same time and i coughed as the wind got knocked out of me. I fell to the ground on my knees and hands. Smoke filled the area making my eyes burn and water up a bit. I couldn’t hear anything but that’s to be expected. I dragged myself up to my feet and stumbled, my shoulder hitting the wall abruptly.

My waist was suddenly pulled into another body and before i even looked up baekhyun kissed my forehead. His arm reached in front of us shooting men i could only see faintly because of my watery eyes. This isn’t normal for me. Im usually doing the protecting. I feel disarmed around baekhyun. I lose my dominant and controlling nature with him. Only with him. Maybe that’s a good thing.

I slightly remember that small moment in that limo, when i was thinking about love breaking down my iron walls. I thought i would never forgive baekhyun for loving me, and showing love to me. And i thought i would never want to love or be loved again. Being here and having them come to save me. I don’t think my heart has ever been so open.

Im happy. Even thought we could die right where we’re standing. Im happy.

My eyes shut tight when i rubbed them on baekhyun’s chest. My eyes are getting too much moisture today. I don’t like it. I pulled away from him and turned to lisa with open hands. She threw my glock back to me and picked up a random gun from a dead guard on the floor. I did the same, now occupying both hands with firearms.

“Let’s clear the hallway!” I yelled to everyone behind me. Going on a one shot, two shot rhythm, I slowly began to make my way back down the hallway. Baekhyun took his place beside me shooting his way through, at the same pace. I stopped looking at my aim when i turned to him and beamed. He sensed it and turned his head to do the same.

“Guys! Guys!”

I snapped out of my trance and looked in the direction of the call. Baekhyun jumped, startled by the noise, his bullets penetrating the floor before he took his finger off the trigger.

“Do you two lovebirds realize everyone’s dead? You’re shooting at nothing.” Sehun said pointing lazily at the other side of the hall.

“Hey, what do ya know.” I said softly as i exhaled.

We all took a breather in that hallway. Exchanging looks of content and determination.

“Split up. I want all floors of this building checked. Aya, baekhyun, im sure you have siwon handled.” Suho tilted a eyebrow at us to show his statement is also a bit of a question.

“You bet your ass we do.” Baekhyun abruptly slapped my butt when he finished. Chanyeol tossed him a long black bag and smiled at me once more.

“Alright then let’s clean this place out.”

We all separated from each other. All running in different directions. Ready to set this shit hole on fire.

The hall seemed much shorter as we rushed to the steel door that used to hold me prisoner. The room has so much security it’s no wonder why he’s using it as a panic room. Im gonna guess there are at least five guards in there. Maybe si yeon, and most likely carmelo too. My palm moistened when i put my hand on the door. The only thing going through my head is the million different ways i could murder siwon. I let my hand fall from the steel and i took a few steps back.

“Let’s get down to business princess.” Baekhyun spoke as he pulled out a sledgehammer and a flat-head axe.

“You brought toys.” i spoke in a dreamy tone. The weapons fancying my taste nicely.

“I always do.”

The process to open a steel door is easy. All you need is two people, an ax, and a sledgehammer. I would have walked you through that process, but i don’t think you need information like that. Right?

Aya popped the door away from the doorjamb and exhaled deeply. We both calmly helped each other remove the steel door by pivoting it on the latch side. Bullets flew the moment the door was popped out of it’s normal placing. The steel shielding us for the time being as we held it close.

“Really!? He couldn’t even wait for us to move this heavy thing!?” Aya yelled in my ear as she fought to keep the object held upright.

“Why would he!”

We pushed the door into the room making quick work of moving out of the way. Aya picked up the ax as i thought she would and i snatched up the sledgehammer. I gave a nod of my head before we ran into the room together. Aya swung her ax into the head of the man on the right of the door as i took out two guys on the left. We met each other in the middle of the last guards head, completely mashing it into a bloody mess. She pulled her ax out of the head of the man and i turned around.

“Wait, Where-” My sentence didn’t even finish before i saw the door being picked back up by another guard from the outside. Aya ran towards him and kicked the door into him. Siwon close lined her to the ground when i made my way out of the room and into the hall.

“Not so fast.” Si yeon said while pushing the muzzle of a gun into the back of my head. My eyes shut closed. If this isn’t what i expected i don’t know what is. “You know, i somehow knew things would end up this way. Ever since i laid eyes on you at the founders brunch. Back when all you were was a toy.” The lady continued. My eyes focused on aya be pinned to the ground by siwon as they fought for control over each other. “I guess im glad to be here during this moment. While you’re taking your last few breaths.”

“You always knew you were going to shoot me?”

“Nope, i always knew i would shoot a bitch that tries to come in between us. Now close your eyes lover boy. I’ll make it quick and as painless as possible.” She had an anger filled tone to her voice while her true feelings poured into my ears. Her gun slowly pointed at aya, trying to aim for her head as she continued her brawl with siwon. Sad thing is. Si yeon has never killed anyone in her life. She might have had people kill for her. But never with her own hands. Some would say that’s smart or a good thing, but in all honesty. It made her soft. She can’t handle the thing her hand. I know that more than she does. My arms swung the sledgehammer into her forehead when i whipped around. Her body hit the wall head first, only to drop to the ground in a harsh manner. I feel guilty because she’s lady. But if she’s threatening aya’s life. It’s on me to take care of it. My hands dropped the heavy weapon and pulled out my desert eagle.

“Aya! heads up!” I yelled before shooting siwon in shoulder. Bull’s eye.

The man rolled off of her in pain and she climbed on top. I let my gun lower and watched her silently. Her eyes get more crazed with every brutal punch she gives. Her arms flexing to put more strength into it. And her mouth tilting into a grin as more cracks are heard from his body.

“Aya, that’s enough.”

Another hit, And another into siwon’s face. It’s starting to become harder to recognize.

“Aya, i said that’s enough! You want a more satisfying death than this don’t you!?”

Her bloody fist stopped in mid air and she bit her lip. She’s using all the power she has to stop herself from murdering that man at this very moment. Aya’s body relaxed a bit and let her fist roll out and become less of a weapon.

“You’re right.”

“Aye! He got away!” Chanyeol yelled at us while running down the hall.

Me and aya looked at the man in confusion thinking everyone was accounted for. “Who!?”

“Carmelo! Carmelo took some random girls with him and flew away on the jet.”

I looked at aya to search for her feelings on the matter and she looked at the ground.

“Oh.” She let out softly.

“Oh!? He can’t get away! He needs to die right beside siwon and si yeon’s snake asses.” Chanyeol let out his passion and finally made it over to us at the end of the hallway.

“No, he’s fine. He helped me a lot while i was here. Despite the things siwon told him to do. He’s an alright guy.” She spoke with her voice void of emotion.

“If she says it’s fine, it’s fine.” I told the heated man. The others finally started to make their way down the hallway. I saw some of them make faces at what had been said just now. But im sure they’re relieved it’s over now.

There’s no one else to worry about.

Three of my fingers held onto a match that will soon turn into a beautiful fire. A fire that will engulf everything in its path. It’s sad to think that fire will always be thought of as destructive and dangerous. And yes of course it is those things. But more so because of people that use it with those intentions, or no intentions and use it carelessly. Me on the other hand, i don’t need fire to do my job. Everything inside this building is already destroyed. The fire will get rid of this horrid mess we made though. That’s better than leaving it like this. To me at least.

“That’s enough.” I called out to minseok. He was dumping lighter fluid onto the ground as he got closer to the door where we are all standing. A few gallons of that stuff is all over the building. And for some reason i still wonder if that’s enough.

I picked up a rock and pushed the dirt off of it. it’s cold like the air at the moment.

“This chapter of our lives is finally....”

My finger tightly drew the match across the rock. The tip catching fire instantly. My arm threw it into the house and my feet stepped back.

“Over.”

My eyes filled with light as i watched the house burn up. The heat faint, but is present nonetheless. This is the dream i had for so many nights. The one that seemed impossible to pull off not too long ago.

Im not dreaming though.

“Let’s get out of here.” Baekhyun spoke into my ear. He pulled my arm when his lips left me.

My feet walked with him but my eyes continued to watch the flames.

To all the new feelings i felt tonight.

To all the people i killed.

To siwon.

I want to say.

It’s time to start a new chapter.

AUTHORS NOTE : AYYYYAYYYAYYAYY lmao im soooo sorryyyy i didn’t write the smut T-T T-T T-T i really am im actually writing this on my b day so i don’t have much time and i was going to hold off but i didn’t want to cuz it’s already been too long T-T SO next chapter will be smut galoreee lemme know if there’s anything special you want in there haha thanks for reading as alwaysss hope you enjoyed!

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trashiecat · 7 years ago

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this is a 65 question ask meme and im the bitch that’s filling it all out at once to waste time

1. Do you ever doubt the existence of others than you? oh yeah definitely, but it’s usually the other way around where everyone else is real and i am not

2. On a scale of 1-5, how afraid of the dark are you? idk like a 2.5 i guess

3. The person you would never want to meet? i mean. i don’t know ??? how can i know who i don’t want to meet until i have met them and decided they’re the worst

4. What is your favorite word? akimbo

5. If you were a type of tree, what would you be? i would WANT to be a weeping willow, but in all honesty i’d probably be a birch or some type of maple

6. When you looked in the mirror this morning what was the first thing you thought? i honestly cannot recall

7. What shirt are you wearing? a grey pajama shirt

8. What do you label yourself as? the skeleton god

9. Bright room or dark room? i mean if we’re talking the absolute brightest room vs the absolute darkest, i suppose i would pick brightest.

10. What were you doing at midnight last night? for once i was actually asleep

11. Favorite age you’ve been so far? god probably like 8 years old was good

12. Who told you they loved you last? my dad

13. Your worst enemy? it me

14. What is your current desktop picture? it’s a landscape in the style of like miyazaki movie backgrounds

15. Do you like someone? romantically ? no

16. The last song you listened to? poison vine - noah gundersen

17. You can press a button that will make any one person explode. Who would you blow up? just like physically destroy one person ???? idk man. like the consequences of this would probably be too far reaching for me to even fathom. do i get caught ?? does it spark paranoia worldwide ? a string of copy-cat murders ? could i live with myself knowing i killed a human being ?

18. Who would you really like to just punch in the face? nazis

19. If anyone could be your slave for a day, who would it be and what would they have to do? idk like. the idea of a slave that has to do stuff for me for a day is kind of wild. if i can like, make a billionaire my slave and then force them to redistribute their wealth then i’d do that

20. What is your best physical attribute? (showing said attribute is optional) my bones !! i can’t show them to you though, not yet

21. If you were the opposite sex for one day, what would you look like and what would you do? i guess the opposite of nonbinary is SUPER binary so i’d be like half man half woman and i’d look exactly like a halloween costume

22. Do you have a secret talent? If yes, what is it? no, all of my talents are pretty out in the open

23. What is one unique thing you’re afraid of? one unique thing ??? i don’t think anyone really has unique fears. if you dig deep enough they all sort of boil down to the same few things in the end. i guess the most strange fear i have is that spiders will be in my slippers, and so i do not own or wear slippers.

24. You can only have one kind of sandwich. Every sandwich ingredient known to humankind is at your disposal. oh shit ok. idk all the ingredients but one time i ate a vegetarian bahn mi in chicago and it was like the most heavenly sandwich i’ve ever had. i want that again. endlessly.

25. You just found $100! How are you going to spend it? honestly at this very moment in time i would buy groceries, and also maybe a pad of watercolor paper

26. You just got a free plane ticket to anywhere in the world, but you have to leave immediately. Where are you going to go? oof, leave immediately ??? that limits my choices bc i don’t have a passport. i guess i’d go to like. god idk oregon ? colorado ??? the pacific northwest somewhere.

27. An angel appears out of Heaven and offers you a lifetime supply of the alcoholic beverage of your choice. “Be brand-specific” it says. Man! What are you gonna say about that? Even if you don’t drink booze there’s something you can figure out… so what’s it gonna be? wait what am i supposed to figure out if i don’t drink booze ??? like if my plan was to sell it, i’d have to get a liquor license, and that’s a can of worms i don’t care to open. i think i would ask the angel if instead i can get a lifetime supply of, like, that good bahn mi sandwich i was talking about a few questions up.

28. You discover a beautiful island upon which you may build your own society. You make the rules. What is the first rule you put into place? no nerds allowed

29. What is your favorite expletive? i’m pretty partial to fuck, but honesly yikes is what i say most often even though that’s not a swear word. petition to make yikes a swear word.

30. Your house is on fire, holy shit! You have just enough time to run in there and grab ONE inanimate object. Don’t worry, your loved ones and pets have already made it out safely. So what’s the one thing you’re going to save from that blazing inferno? hey so one time there was actually the threat of a fire in my house and despite all these questions no one does anything like that. i put on my shoes, grabbed my phone, sunglasses and water bottle because they were all immediately available as i was exiting the house. so as much as i’d love to grab my box of treasures and keepsakes, i absolutely would not and i know this about myself now.

31. You can erase any horrible experience from your past. What will it be? yikes. i can see the appeal of this for a lot of people, but for myself it’s just uhhh not feasible. i’d always wonder what i erased, and at some point i would uncover the truth. i wouldn’t like to live with that kind of mystery going on.

32. You got kicked out of the country for being a time-traveling heathen who sleeps with celebrities and has super-powers. But check out this cool shit… you can move to anywhere else in the world! oh thank god. i’m moving to a colder climate with universal healthcare.

33. The Celestial Gates Of Beyond have opened, much to your surprise because you didn’t think such a thing existed. Death appears. As it turns out, Death is actually a pretty cool entity, and happens to be in a fantastic mood. Death offers to return the friend/family-member/person/etc. of your choice to the living world. Who will you bring back? okay i would strike a deal here and let’s say i can bring back two pets instead of one person and in this case i would bring back rusty (family golden retriever), and also kohji (brother’s shepherd mix). i’d like to say i’d bring back my cat, but i have two cats now and i know my brother would really like his dog back.

34. What was your last dream about? i don’t really remember, tbh. i’ve been having a lot of weird dreams tho

35. Are you a good….[insert anything you’d like here]? yes i am a VERY good [something]

36. Have you ever been admitted to the hospital? yes ! it was terrifying and i’d never like to do it again thanks

37. Have you ever built a snowman? no, somehow this was never presented to me as an option any time i’ve been around snow

38. What is the color of your socks? buddy i’ve not worn socks in months. but also generally they are striped with various colors.

39. What type of music do you like? gay stuff

40. Do you prefer sunrises or sunsets? sunrises

41. What is your favorite milkshake flavor? chocolate

42. What football team do you support? oh i sure don’t

43. Do you have any scars? yes, many

44. What do you want to be when you graduate? considering that i am no longer in school, the answer is that i want to do whatever i feel like doing at any given moment

45. If you could change one thing about yourself, what would it be? i suppose i’d cure my mental illness (which i’m working on, so, this will happen)

46. Are you reliable? oh, no. no thanks. i absolutely am but i hate feeling obligated so i always choose to not put myself in situations where someone needs to rely on me for anything

47. If you could ask your future self one question, what would it be? i guess i’d ask if they’re happy

48. Do you hold grudges? i mean. i don’t forget things ........ but i am capable of forgiving people

49. If you could breed two animals together to defy the laws of nature, what new animal would you create? nope ! i’ve seen movies, i know what horror that can cause

50. What is the most unusual conversation you’ve ever had? one time my sister and i were talking to our aunt, and we could not for the life of us figure out if she was trying to GIVE or SELL us some rabbit fur coats she had ......... it’s been over a decade and we still do not know which it was

51. Are you a good liar? yes

52. How long could you go without talking? several million years

53. What has been you worst haircut/style? sorry my hair is indestructible and because of the natural texture it looks great no matter what. i’m blessed and i know it.

54. Have you ever baked your own cake? what kind of person doesn’t bake their own cake ????? rich people i guess

55. Can you do any accents other than your own? yes ! but not very well

56. What do you like on your toast? butter, and occasionally cinnamon sugar

57. What is the last thing you drew a picture of? some cool clouds

58. What would be you dream car? a honda prelude with the pop-up lights

59. Do you sing in the shower? Or do anything unusual in the shower? Explain. i do sing in the shower sometimes, but not loudly

60. Do you believe in aliens? absolutely

61. Do you often read your horoscope? almost every day, but i do my full birth-chart horoscope so that it’s accurate, and not like horoscopes from the newspaper

62. What is your favorite letter of the alphabet? n

63. Which is cooler: dinosaurs or dragons? i mean are they not the same thing. tell me a dinosaur and a dragon are not basically the same things.

64. What do you think about babies? yeah they’re alright. i never want to be in charge of one but i’m alright with them

65. Freebie! Ask anything interesting you can think of. i guess the most interesting thing i can think to ask myself is which tarot decks i have, and i will tell you. i have the prisma visions tarot (which is amazing), and also the shadowscapes deck (beautiful!), and also a deck of runes that i made myself with a sharpie on a pack of pepsi branded playing cards

#about mai #i guess this used up like thirty minutes of my time

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imdifferentshadesofpurple · 8 years ago

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Jaebum x Reader [featuring GOT7 x BTS] → angel!au / demon!au Warning: violence, language, & mentions/descriptions of death

→ Masterlist (including teasers) → A/N: chapters are updated every Friday

After breakfast, you find Mark, curious to know what his lessons were going to entail.

You were surprised when all he did was smile and tell you you’d start another day, for now Jaebum was asking for you.

You found him out on the balcony, away from the chatter of the others, opting for the conversation of the ocean instead. His eyes were shut, wind blowing through his dark hair. Hands gripping the railing, you peer over the edge to see the sand below.

“Scared of heights?”

You snort, “Out of everything I’ve been through, heights are the least of my worries.”

Eyes still closed, he smiles, “I used to be afraid of them. When I was younger. Anything remotely too far off the ground and I’d run for it. You could imagine how fun that made amusement parks.”

Imagining a small Jaebum, clinging to his mother, you chuckle, “You must’ve been adorable.”

“My mother would’ve probably agreed.”

You fall silent next to each other, content at just watching the water before you. Somehow, Nora finds her way out, wrapping herself around his legs before deciding you were more comfortable. With her small body tucked between your feet, you sigh and tilt your head up to the sky.

“It seems as if Father made the weather quite agreeable today.”

“I asked him to.”

His eyes open as you turn to look at him, “What do you mean?”

He shrugs, “I asked him for a bit of nice weather. Today, for the first time in probably forever, you get a break.”

You grow excited, “A break? Like, no training? No history lessons? No dealing with the maknae brats that keep asking me to let them throw knives at me?”

Grinning, he turns towards the others, shaking his head in amusement, “They asked to throw knives at you?”

You nod, “They’re curious to see if I can turn my abilities on and off. To see how in control I am.”

“You discovered you can do that this morning. How much control do they think you’ve already mastered?”

“Jaebum. You said a break?”

Lips still upturned, he shoves his hands in his pockets, “Yes. A break. Whatever you want to do, wherever you want to do it. Father’s only condition is that I stay by your side just in case.”

You jump slightly in place, ignoring the quiet meow from Nora, “Anything? Anything at all? Like, you won’t complain or pout or whine?”

“Yah, I’m not a child. But yes, anything. So what do you want to go do?”

Gripping his hand, you lead him back inside, “I want to go shopping.”

Shopping with Jaebum was oddly...nice.

He’d compliment you on what you tried on but told you if there was something he thought didn’t look good. He held all your bags but didn’t resist when you told him you could handle a few on your own.

He didn’t whine. He didn’t complain that he was tired.

He’d just smile and say ‘okay’ when you asked to go into shop after shop.

“What about this one,” you ask, twirling in a lavender sun dress.

Looking up from his phone, he takes a moment before, “It looks good. I’ve never seen you in a dress before today. You bought like..four.”

Playfully sticking your tongue out, you turn back to the mirror, “You insisted. Which, by the way, you didn’t have to. I make my own money and can afford my own clothes.”

Attention back to a text from Yugyeom, he chuckles, “I know. But it’s my treat so just let it be. Save your money so you can travel and get out of here once you’ve saved the world.”

“You seem to have a lot of faith in my world saving abilities.”

“I’m an angel Y/N, I’m made of faith.”

“Well Mr. Made of Faith, let’s pay for these and then you can treat me to food. I’m starving.”

Heading towards the nearest register, you casually glance to a bright colored shirt that catches you eye. When you look up, your blood freezes.

In the corner of the store, staring at the shoes up on the wall, was Jung Hoseok.

It was unmistakable and you suddenly couldn’t move. You take a step forward and then falter back.

His face changes, shifts into another and it’s no longer Hoseok you’re looking at. The boy now has black hair and bright eyes, turning to smile at an employee asking if he needed help. You clutch the side of your head as you grow kind of dizzy, and then Jaebum is near, his scent strong around you.

“What’s wrong,” he whispers, lips close to your ear.

“I thought...I thought I saw someone. It’s nothing. I’m okay, let’s go.”

His brows are furrowed, he’s obviously worried, but you guide him away and pay for your things. You’re a bit disorientated, not even noticing Jaebum slipping his hand in yours to guide you out of the store. He takes your bags, leading you to a bench in the open shopping center, under the shade of a tree.

“Stay here,” he says, clutching at your arm, “let me buy you something to drink.”

You nod and shut your eyes as he dashes away, head starting to clear. You turn back towards the store, wondering what in the world you saw, when Jaebum returns with a smoothie in hand.

Quirking on eyebrow, you smirk, “Usually people get water.”

Kneeling in front of you, he sticks a straw in the cup, “You mentioned you wanted a smoothie. Sometimes better than water.”

Taking a sip and smiling you agree and he grins back before he asks, “What happened in there?”

You find that you really don’t want to tell him. Your day together had barely begun and you didn’t want to ruin it. An odd feeling blooms in your chest as his hand lingers on your knee, thumb rubbing over the skin to calm you. You meet his gaze, lip trapped between your teeth. Seeing your own worry, he snickers, “What’s with the look? Come on, you can tell me anything.”

“I don’t want to.” “And why not?”

Sighing, you run your hand through your hair, “It’s gonna ruin our day and I still wanna eat and go shopping.”

“We can still eat and go shopping Y/N. But you looked freaked out in there. If there’s something wrong, something dangerous, you need to tell me so I can help protect you.”

Inhaling slowly, you rest you hand atop his, “I thought...I thought I saw Hoseok in the store. Against the wall by the shoes. But then I looked again and...and it wasn’t him. Like his face glimmered and changed within seconds. And then I got kind of dizzy.”

He comes to sit next to you, hands still pressed together, “Y/N that’s...that’s an ability of a Bone Witch. Rose could do it too. That’s how she saw the demons. She sees past their glamour, she can see their true faces.”

“So who I saw...” “...must’ve been Hoseok.”

You stiffen, “Oh no. Oh no Jaebum, if it was Hoseok...”

He grasps your shoulders gently, “Yah. It’ll be alright. He didn’t see you. So we’re safe.”

“But if he could sense me...”

He shakes his head, “They don’t make a move without Lucifer saying so. If he didn’t notice you, he’s playing human today. You’re alright. Let’s...let’s just go eat and then finish the day.”

You eye him curiously, “You seem so calm about this.”

“He poses no threat. Not now. They don’t do anything unless they’re complete. He was alone, right?”

“Yes. He’s the only one I saw.” “Then it’s just him. He can’t carry out an order without Namjoon’s direct permission and he wouldn’t send just one if they were planning on attacking you. Just try to relax, somehow, and let’s enjoy the rest of the day. We can worry about the world ending tomorrow.”

“I never knew Righteous Im Jaebum would leave the world burning until tomorrow.”

He shakes his head, amused, “Let’s just say today’s a break for us both.”

The next few hours pass just as the ones before.

You pick a place to eat, somewhere cozy overlooking the shopping plaza. You play a game of twenty questions, which turn into more, over delicious food. It amazes you how comfortable you become, talking with Jaebum was simple and enjoyable.

There was never an awkward moment, just pauses in conversation to eat or laugh loudly.

You spend most of the afternoon seated across him, sharing desserts and stories. He tells you of his life as a human, his dreams of becoming a music producer or maybe owning his own label. You regale him with your adventures as a detective, your life as demons slowly faded in the background. There’s never a dull moment and you wonder if saving the world could mean more time with him, like this.

After a bit more walking around, you notice the sun starting to fall behind the clouds, night about to descend. It seemed like such a short day even though they had left the house and the others hours ago, still munching on their breakfast.

Your stomach sounds, small grumbles in succession, and Jaebum’s gaze darts to your abdomen before he throws his head back and laughs.

“How are you hungry?”

You pout, “Lunch was awhile ago! And I have a quick metabolism. Don’t judge me, feed me Mr. Im.”

Linking your arm through his, you send him your best aegyo. Still grinning, he pulls you forwards, his eye catching his favorite restaurant just a few doors away.

“Alright, alright detective. Let’s head over there. Mark took me once and I can never get enough, I think you’ll like it.”

You follow his lead, excited to see where he was taking you. “Jaebum?”

He hums in question, focused on weaving through the small crowds scattered about. “When you’re with me, do you think about Rose?”

He stops and your arm almost drops from his. Turning to you, he looks a little pale, “What?”

Your eyes search his, “When we’re together...do you imagine Rose instead? I know that you said you didn’t know what romantic love was, that you didn’t know what you felt for my sister. But we have the same face and I just..suddenly wondered if you were imagining her in my place. Which is fine! I would understand. But I was simply...curious.”

He stares at you, kind of like you grew an extra head, and you’re wondering if you should take it back, play it off like a joke and just drag him to whatever restaurant you were heading to. But you don’t, just waiting for his answer there in the middle of the plaza.

“No.” “...no?”

He shakes his head, resuming his walk towards the brightly lit entrance of the burger place ahead. “No. You’re different than Rose. The same face, yes. And at first, I saw your sister more than I saw you. Which wasn’t fair to you. I may have not known my feelings for her but it wouldn’t have been right to use you to figure them out. If there was something between us, it’s gone now, because she is. And you’re here. Working your hardest to save mankind when all you wanted was a normal life. Today, I saw you. And just you.”

He pushes through the door and you’re a little stunned, dragged behind him as he asks for a table. It’s when he’s looking at the menu that he finally notices you’ve been silent.

“You’re not broken, are you?”

“No. Just surprised. You’re turning out to be much more than I imagined Im Jaebum.”

He’s smiling again, the millionth one today, and your heart does it again.

Flutters.

It had been fluttering for months now, ever since your move into his home. You had gotten to see a different side of him, or maybe it was just who he was and you never really cared to notice. But now, sitting across from him, you look.

You look at his dark hair falling over his eyes as he searches for the burger he always gets when he comes. You look at his fingers as they scratch the nape of his neck and rest on the table.

His broad shoulders. The upturn of his lips. The silver hoops in his ears. The moles above his eye.

You look and you can’t seem to avert your eyes.

You pick up the menu and search for something to eat, cheeks heating up. He doesn’t notice your small inner meltdown, sipping on the water that had come a few moments after they sat down.

You’re a bit glad for his oblivious nature, focusing on the food instead of the handsome angel just an arm’s length away.

Once you’ve ordered and calmed your racing heart, you notice familiar faces among the patrons. Just a few tables away sits Shan, arm linked through Jinyoung’s as she bends her head towards his in laughter. Across from them sits Fal and her husband, his own arm draped around her shoulders as his eyes wrinkle in amusement. You’re about to point them out to Jaebum when someone starts to shimmer, like Hoseok, and your stomach drops.

It’s Namjoon.

It’s Namjoon sitting with Fal, arm over her as he sits across from Shan and Jinyoung. Fear starts coursing through you and you can feel your power before you see it. Your glow builds slowly, casting golden rays across the table. Jaebum’s eyes widen and he grabs your hands, squeezing tightly.

“Yah. What’s wrong, what’s happening?”

You feel the panic bubbling in your chest but you try and inhale, breathing in and out while you hold on tightly to Jaebum, the glow starting to dim. “It’s Namjoon. He’s here.”

His grow serious, jaw clenching, “Where? I won’t look but tell me where.”

Your eyes dart over his shoulder and you’re slightly relieved to find they haven’t noticed you yet. “He’s sitting with Fal. And Shan and Jinyoung. Jaebum he’s glamoured. I think...I think he’s been pretending to be Fal’s husband. But they’re been married for awhile, how did I not notice? How could I be this stupid? I was at their wedding, how did I not put two and two together?!”

“Remember what I told you. Your powers were dormant. Which meant Namjoon must’ve used Fal to gain access to her circle of friends and co-workers at the precinct.”

“What do we do? If we go over, won’t he know?”

He shakes his head, “Probably not. Namjoon will recognize me but if he’s been able to play nice in front of Jinyoung, we’ll be fine. He doesn’t know you can see through the glamour yet. Just stay calm.”

You’re trying to, still breathing in and out as you approach their table. Fal recognizes you first, smile brightening as she waves, “Ohmygod Y/N! Hi! Fancy seeing you here!”

You smile and wave back, hand in Jaebum’s for extra support, “Hi! We came to eat and we saw you all here.”

Shan turns, chin coming to rest on Jinyoung’s shoulder, “You guys should join us and you can introduce this Mr. Handsome you’re holding onto.”

Bowing, he smiles, “Hello, I’m Im Jaebum. It’s nice to meet you all.”

Recognizing the voice, Jinyoung turns, “Hyung? Noona? What are you guys doing here? Where have you been all day?”

You shrug, “Shopping. Eating.”

“More shopping,” Jaebum says, chuckling.

You catch Namjoon’s eye, trying not to vomit, “Hi Joon, it’s been awhile.”

He grins, “Too long, it’s good to see you again. And nice to meet you Jaebum.”

The table of four becomes a table of six, both you and Jaebum sitting in between Fal and Jinyoung. Food is scattered across the round tabletop and somehow the conversation is flowing and fun, laughter loud with one another.

But you kept your eye on Namjoon, watching him carefully when he wasn’t looking. Jinyoung now knew, revealed to him during a quick bathroom break with Jaebum, and tried his best to keep his attention on Shan instead of the demon close by.

Everything seemed fine. Until it wasn’t.

“How cute. A triple date.”

You see Namjoon’s jaw clench but it’s Shan that speaks first. “Jimin? What are you doing here?”

Jimin grins, pink hair like an ironic halo over his head, “Why dear Shan I’m here to say hello. I haven’t seen you in awhile and well, I missed you.”

“I guarantee she doesn’t miss you,” Jinyoung spits, fists held tightly under the table.

“Ah. This must be the boyfriend. I’ve heard about you. Park Jinyoung. What an angel you must be, saving Shan when I didn’t show up to our little date.”

You can feel the tension growing but one look from Jaebum stops you from making any rash decisions. You can see Namjoon from the corner of your eye, cradling a worried looking Fal but glaring daggers at his fellow demon.

“Jinyoungie is right Jimin. I’m glad you didn’t show up that night. I’m very happy now so please, leave us alone and don’t ruin our night.”

Anger flashes in Jimin’s eyes, irritation apparent on his handsome face. “Oh. You’re happy are you Shan? Apparently you’re the kind of bitch that sleeps around, huh? It seems it didn’t take much time for you to throw yourself at someone else all those months ago when you were dying to ----”

He doesn’t get to finish, Jinyoung’s fist connecting with his jaw. Jimin flies backwards and into some tables, knocking down the customers sitting. Jinyoung’s eyes are burning like Hell itself, chest heaving up and down as Shan gasps and tries to hold onto his wrist. “Yah Jinyoung-ah! Stop!”

He doesn’t, throwing himself forward in time to land another punch, this time to Jimin’s gut. Falling forward, he groans and looks up, blood staining his lips.

“Watch it you son of a bitch angel,” he growls, low enough for only Jinyoung to hear.

Namjoon wants to interfere, Father will be pissed if it continues, but his wife clings to him and stops any movement. Jinyoung continues to fight, Jimin now up and throwing his own punches. You don’t know what to do but it’s only a few more seconds before Jaebum is up and in between them both.

“Yah, what the fuck do you think you’re doing,” he whisper-yells at Jinyoung, trying to hold him down.

“He can disrespect me hyung but not Shan. Not Shan!”

“I get it okay? I get it! But calm down, Father won’t be pleased to hear about this. Think of the others. Think of Y/N. Think of Shan, for Christ’s sake, and stop.”

He does, the moment his eyes meet hers, fear evident in her face and posture. He relaxes, shoving past a weakened Jimin to cradle his girlfriend and whisper his apologizes into her hair. Jimin moves forward but it’s Namjoon that finally calls out, “I don’t know who you are but I think that’s enough. I think you should leave before anymore damage is done.”

Suddenly seeing the glamour, Jimin stops upon seeing Namjoon’s unhappy face. With a scoff, he wipes at his bloody mouth and exits, pushing past people that had crowded around. Jaebum turns, bowing and offering apologizes.

“You know how much this shit is gonna cost to replace?”

Jaebum bashfully smiles, “I’ll pay for it hyung. You know I’m good for it.”

Park Chanyeol, co-owner of The Eve, shakes his head in mock amusement, “I know you are Jaebum-ah. But let’s worry about that later. Your friends alright?”

He nods, “We’ll all be fine. Let us at least help clean up.”

Chanyeol winks, leaning forward, “Leave it be. What good is being an angel when you can’t use your abilities to clean up your own restaurant. I’ll just throw a little something in everyone’s drink so their memory gets wiped. Just get home safe. I could feel some weird demon vibes all night.”

The younger nods, “Stay safe hyung.”

Chanyeol walks forward, laying a hand on a now calm Jinyoung, “Don’t worry about anything guys. Get some safe, I’ll take care of things here.”

“I’m really sorry hyung.” “Oh stop Jinyoung-ah. It’s fine. You protected your girl. Kai would’ve beat him to a pulp so he’s lucky. Just get going.”

They do as they’re asked and soon enough they’re out the door, atmosphere alot more melancholy than before.

Shan and Jinyoung head out first, the latter saying he was staying the night and not to worry about him. You wave them off and offer to get Fal some ice cream, her face still a little pale with what just happened.

Once it’s the two males left, Namjoon drops his glamour, “Your boy can definitely throw a punch. But Jimin doesn’t like being humiliated so he’ll be back.”

Jaebum chuckles, “Maybe you should keep him in line better. And while we’re having this nice little chat, let me ask you this: your wife has no idea does she?”

“Don’t bring her into this.”

“When it comes down to it Namjoon, she won’t stay untouched. I can see it. The way you look at her. The way you protected her tonight. The way you protected your little bundle of joy. You went and got her pregnant.”

“I told you. Keep. Her. Out of this.”

Jaebum tsks quietly, “Breaking the rules. I’m sure Lucifer is thrilled. Just remember this: she won’t stay safe. And neither will that baby. And once the battle begins, you’ll have a choice to make. How loyal are you and to whom?”

“I swear if you don’t...”

“Can we go home,” Fal whispers, clinging to her husband.

“Of course. Let’s go. Y/N, Jaebum, get home safe.”

You keep up appearances and nods, “You guys too.”

With them gone, you turn to Jaebum, “What in the world just happened?”

He sighs, head tilting to the sky, “Something bad. But let’s go home too. Like I said, we can leave the world burning until tomorrow.”

A/N: IT HAPPENED @kpopfanfictrash! The Jinyoung/Jimin showdown lol. Though I’m sure, like Namjoon said, he’ll be back. I hope you all enjoyed the fun cameo of a certain unicorn boy. Also I’m dead tired so if my editing missed any typos, I apologize. I’ll fix when I’m more awake lol. Until next week. xoxo

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survivorelara · 7 years ago

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Episode #14: “IDK WHAT TO DO W MY IDOL IF SAM GOES ILL CRY FOR LIKE 3 YEARS BUT I WANT TO BE SAFE ;(” - Loris

HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! it's the fricking final FIVE!!!!!!!! i feel like an icon,,, right ok so. tea lately? im winning... like look at everyone in the final 5 rn,,, if we go back to final 8 or 9 or sumn,,, out of us who would u say would be in the final 3... me bitch duh. anyways like.. i got to play mi legacy screeeeeeeee!! AND I still have my idol and if u think im playing that on anyone else lol!! i probably will dont quote me. anyways tea final four sooooooooooooooooon. woop woop. sam has me convinced it's a final two and the winner of fic gets to remove a juror. THAT'S CUTE. i'd love to go to the end with sam i love sam. umm.. like im pretty sure id beat him the jury hates him?? they hate me?? but him morE?? i also played GOOD. doot doot! boop boop

Well, I made it to F5, and this is where things really start falling into place, if my plans are proper, I shouldn't run into any issues. Though I WOULD like to win this challenge if only because I wanna be the one with the most challenge wins at the end, just as an additional notch on my belt.

HOWEVER, I can't seem to get this damn challenge right because of how much I suck. I keep fucking it up, over and over, and it SUCKS. Especially since I keep fucking up sooner and sooner every time.

Hopefully I can get my shit together, things should go fine though so long as Roxy doesn't win immunity, or Sam for that matter since I think Ci'ere and Roxy could try to pull a fast one given how obvious it is that Loris has the idol.

Anyway, here's to it all working out somehow.

Well I won immunity, which is a good thing and the most ideal for me, as it's another challenge under my belt, and it guarantees I make F4.

Currently I'm having a hard time seeing this vote not go my way, Sam and I are both voting Roxy, and presumably Loris is too, and that's majority right there. Funnily enough Roxy was trying to get Sam to flip on me in a F4 scenario or something, which was interesting, but if anything I just feel more justified in voting her out add in that whole tie vote fiasco, and I'm ready to send her home. (I love her to death though, she's such a sweetheart, and I do feel bad voting her out, but I have my own game to think about.)

Ideally Ci'ere will end up voting out Roxy as well, and at F4 I've got two F3 deals and I think I've got reasonable odds in both. Knowing that Loris had two advantages, and just how people seem to think he's this giant threat, I feel almost that I HAVE to vote him out at F4 if the opportunity is there. I think his game is flawed, but it'll all come down to perception, and he's perceived as someone who'll win against anyone.

Alternatively Ci'ere has had a more independent game, though I think I have a stronger case than his, but I could be wrong, maybe the jury will like him more, I can't really say.

Above all else despite all my plans, I'm happy I won this challenge, and I hope I get to FTC as that's all I've ever wanted and this'll be the first time I will have done it.

https://youtu.be/hd8d17Uos6k

Sigh...

So Sam got a brilliant plan together, that could potentially take Loris out. But then Ci'ere told me he wants a F3 of him me and Roxy, which I'm not a fan of. I'd much rather just drag my goat to the end, and drive things my way.

We'll see how things go, I'm not a huge fan of this plan, but I might go along with it just because it seems fun. Regardless though this plan requires Sam to vote Loris, as I will 100% be voting Roxy. If Loris idols himself, I voted Roxy, and I didn't necessarily break blood with Loris. If Loris idols Sam, then Loris goes, and I didn't vote against him, and can hopefully pull for his vote.

So I'm still trying to bend this situation to my favor. Though I'm more in favor of just dueling Loris at F4 since that's what I was expecting. I could honestly just tell Loris to idol himself to force this vote a particular way, but honestly I think I'm in a situation that honestly it doesn't matter who's at the end so long as one of Loris or Roxy go home now, since I'll likely have to win immunity to make it to F3 anyway.

I WANT TO DIE OK SO CIEREMESSAGED ME SAYING SOMETHING LIKE WE NEED TO MAKE LORIS THINK ITS YOU AND NOW APPARENTLY KORI WANTS ME OUT At final 4 GIRL IK NOT SURPRISED ... IDK WHAT TO DO W MY IDOL IF SAM GOES ILL CRY FOR LIKE 3 YEARS BUT I WANT TO BE SAFE ;(

ok.... I don't even know how to start confessing this round. really mad I fucked up and didn't win immunity cause that would've made this vote SO much less tricky. but alas, kori is immune, and guess what, loris has the idol. as we all are aware of now. these are the 2 people I DONT want in the f3 with me, because they both can beat me, whereas I feel I can beat the other two, so that had me thinking. does this mean one of my ideal f3 will have to leave, meaning I'll lose the game?

then it hit me, the most fucked up plan I could think of. loris has been my RIDE or DIE the entire merge phase of this game. words cant even describe how much I adore the kid, but like I said if he makes it to the end of this game, he wins the whole thing. that's how well I feel he's done. definitely enough to beat me. I know loris, and he isn't a dummy. i know that if he felt he had too, he would play his idol on me, because he's aware that if I ended up leaving this round, he'd be alone at f4 with everyone else wanting him out. so I started to wonder, what if I could make him play his idol on me, then vote him out…

so I got to work. I approached both ciere and roxy first and told them that one of us 3 is going because kori is immune and loris has the idol. and if that were the case, then the other 2 left in the game couldn't win because either loris or kori would take the cake if they are both in the f4. I had to convince them that us 3 making the f4 is best for all of our games. I told them to go to loris and start completely gutting me to him, convince him that everyone else is voting me. telling loris that they feel he's too selfish to not use the idol on himself. once word got to him and he came to me about it, I immediately started saying well great man its been fun love ya dude... but I wish you the best of luck at f4 since without me youll be alone. basically hinting at him to use the idol on me

then there is kori… he needs to go next, there's no question about it. but I had to try and convince him that voting loris out now while he has the chance is in his best interest, and that we've been a f2 this whole game and if worse comes to worse I would vote with him at f4. claiming that if loris makes it, kori will be the bigger threat. I started to leak false alliances to him, to try and get him to feel some type of way that im the only one he can trust, and that me staying this round and loris leaving is our best chance at both making it to ftc, because he wants to go with me since clearly he would win against me... that's how I convinced him to hop on my insane, wild, stupid plan to tell loris im the one leaving so he can play his idol on me. then another emma happens and he goes this vote…

If this plan works out, it will be absolutely brilliant, but also hands down the most brutal thing ive done in any org I've played, hence why I'm so frenetic. I can't say this enough but ill say it once, loris does NOT DESERVE THIS AT ALL. not at all. He has been one of my absolute favorite allies ive ever had in an org, and I couldn't be happier to have met him. What I'm doing to him this vote is honestly so brutal I can't even explain how brutal it is. But I came here to win. That's why I play orgs, is to go as far as I absolutely can. And if loris makes it to f4, I don't win. Period. My best shot at winning this game is going f3 with ciere and Roxy, and all im doing is trying my best to ensure that happens so i have the best shot at winning this game. Sure this could blow up in my face and get me voted out instead, but I feel and hope ive done a pretty good job at explaining and convincing how one of those 2 will win this game if they both make f4 and that ciere and Roxy stand a way better chance against me. Here goes nothing, I came to play hard and take risks, so heres one of the biggest risks yet. I'm so so so sorry loris, I just, fucking love you god I hate orgs Why do I put myself through these.

Random thoughts featuring me, Ci’ere!: I think this plan worked a lil too well I convinced Loris to vote out Sam and not use the idol on him but if I can't vote out Loris or Kori Sam is the next best thing and a move for myself sam loris and kori have a final 3 sam told Loris about our final 3 with Kori Kori tells me that Loris has an idol and Sam also tells me that he has one moments later but Loris was planning to vote for Roxy Loris plans to vote to Roxy because he thinks that this plan to get Loris to play an idol on Sam is impossible Sam comes up with a brilliant plan to get Loris to play his idol on Sam which would need convincing by me Loris has no relationship with Roxy and Kori is trying to be this saint and doesn't wanna be in on it Roxy was originally trying to vote for me in the event that Loris played the idol on himself everyone feels closest to Sam: Loris, Kori, Roxy and maybe even me even if I don't want to be taking out Sam would be a move that I could call my own I went off on Kori because he's acting like he's superior for winning immunity and that he'll win the next one too. I'm gonna do everything in my power to prevent that from happening. I also went off on Roxy because she acted fake and sent me hearts that she was down to vote for Loris when she was already told that he had an idol I was very hangry... I had a very long talk with Loris and I was trying to convince him that I would vote for Sam. I believe it worked, but it worked just a little too well because Loris wants to now vote for Sam as well ASDFG I also accidentally slipped and told Loris "we need Loris to believe that it's you" or something of the sort. Luckily, I saved myself by scapegoating Kori and telling Loris that I acted on Kori's delusions that I would vote out Loris in a f4 situation if we were to take out Sam. This means promising Loris that I'm taking him to the end and whew gurl between Kori and Loris I'm not even sure what I'd do but Loris has played better I believe Sam tried turning all of us on each other while he'd be the middleman and have a clear shot at making it to the end with a great story. Which means Sam's relationship with Loris isn't as strong as Sammy thot ASDF Okay nvm Sam just got confirmation that Loris is idoling him OMG THIS WORKED??? I'M SHAKING Sam might've came up with the plan, but I put it into motion and convinced Loris that we were all gunning for Sam & I also got Kori to tell Loris that he was voting Sam. I spooked Loris into voting me... I'd say my acting skillz were on point for this one hehe If Loris happens to end up idoling himself and voting for me or he in fact does vote for Sam, I need a safety net and I need to make sure the next best thing is sent home. So I’m going to be voting for Sam as a precautionary measure because sis ain’t going nowhere okcurrrr.

Loris is voted out 3-1-1*

#episode #flyinghigh

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mattyslittleworld · 7 years ago

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party in the bush

I’m sitting in the 9th street path station. I walked around the city, as I tend to do, listening to mixes and masters and writing. I get so inspired seeing groups of friends running around the village with excitement. I really get a kick out of seeing people get caught up in their little moments and their path. Even like arguments and frustration. It really reminds you of empathy and that all the people around you have lives with a lot of emotional shit going on. Tonight it feels like Autumn and that’s a really weird feeling for me. Growing up there was a 2-3 year time period where every autumn I lost a close friend due to some reckless stupid shit, most of them died from car accidents and over doses, some I lost through incarceration. But my point is that it was always in October. As soon as the air starts to get cold I immediately get brought back to those times of just adapting to how brutal the world can be. I also have fond beautiful memories of my friend group coming together to heal each other’s wounds over our constant losses and grow as a community. We would all just camp out for years on end at Kait McCarthy’s house in EK by Mcmahon Park and never sleep or eat or have any idea what the future held. I remember I was in love with this girl who id do anything for. I wrote about her a lot on the Jailbirds album that’s about to come out. I wrote about her on the songs “Navesink River Road”, and “Meet Me In December”. I would just sit in Kaits house with my friends and dream about getting out of this shitty town and making dreams come true. Fast forward Danny Clinch actually sings “from Kaits house of abandoned romantics we slept like the dead lord we dearly missed” - on a song called Jeralyn that I wrote about that era of my life. Pure reckless abandoned love and beauty and pain. How ironic that ended up being. To have that man all these years later sing those words about Kaits house and the death of our best friend Dana Centanni. Damn I remember that like it was yesterday. I miss her so much. I wonder who she’d be now. So successful and beautiful and I’d still be chasing her. I sometimes wonder what would have happened if she came home from the mall that day. Would we have started dating? She said we’d hangout that night and the next time I saw her was in a casket on 115. That’s where most people I love ended up. I must have written 8 million songs about her and that tragedy. As soon as the leaves fall I feel that shit in my soul. I also remember our friend Pat died. I was always scared of Pat. He had long hair and was super badass. One night at the st Leo’s fair in Lincroft, a mob of no less than 50 of us left the fair and were walking down the street to go have a brawl behind the elementary school. There were so many of us. I was walking with him and 3 grown men from Asbury walked up to him and asked his name and the second it was given one uppercutted him to the ground in front of me and 3 other friends and they stomped him out in front of us and we were so young and just frozen. It was just so far beyond the scrapping we were used to. Pat got up like a champ, the men walked away, apparently it was for beating up their friend in RB a week prior, and like nothing happened he wiped blood off his face and we went behind the school and everybody went wild. Well weeks later at Kunkel Park in Leonardo, NJ (the hockey rink) we’d all hangout I’d watch everyone do drugs and we’d skate and fight and meet up with girls...me and Pat tried to burn the hockey rink to the ground starting with the wooden penalty box. It was so funny. The hole is still there to this day amongst all the horrible memories of sex drugs and whatever else happens in that movie KIDS. Not long after Pat ended up getting into a car accident. I heard his ribs pierced his lung. He died and it shook the town, and you can still feel it. You can STILLLL feel the legend in the wind in the fall. Amongst Dana. I remember my cousin and our friend Zack got drunk before school in honor of him and came in hearing about some senior saying he was glad Pat died so my cousin drunkenly tried to square up with him. I walked over in a 2xl parka with the hood up and got him out of there, chipped the senior up, turned myself in and that was the end of Highschool North (weeks prior I pulled a box cutter on a kid at Tindall Park and he snitched and somehow Tom Sasso got in trouble?). Onto South Visions where the fun began with all my new friends. I specifically remember being really into bands like Thursday, FATA, Underoath, and all that vibe. I had long emotional hair, kinda like I do now, but for some reason the wave was looking like a girl. Tight jeans, bracelets, the whole thing. So everyone would like blow dry their hair and shit and rock circa survive Merch (when they were a small band) and it was cool I promise. So one morning, I wake up, I pick out an outfit that I think is CUTE and I blow dry my hair and do the thing....go to visions and BOOM its a class trip day. AND THE CLASS TRIP IS TO THE FREEHOLD COUNTY JAIL. Because we were the bad kids. So we get boarded onto this bus, and off to jail we go. I literally got dressed up, blow dried my fucking hair, wore my best shit....to go to county. The inmates were fucking with me so much but for some fucked up reason the way I am I was ready, I wasn't scared, I was like yo fuck this let me at em!!!! which isn't cool. My best friend standing next to me the whole time while we navigated through the system for the day told me “Yeah I just did a week here last month, I don't know why im on this trip. im actually in the system” - he's still a close friend of mine and went on to do time there again for assault with a deadly weapon and somehow my name was in the middle of it and im glad I wasn't there. I remember when Dana died I felt crippled. I couldn’t get out of bed and my teacher Dallessio noticed I wasn’t in class and came to my house and personally woke me up and drove me to school. He cared that much. That changed my life. He was already at school saw me NOT THERE, LEFT THE CLASS, drove all the way to Middletown knocked on my door walked up my stairs and got me into his car drove back like nothing happened. If you’re out there, thank you man. Eternally. That put me on the right path. Damn the cold weather brings so much back. Like my whole class erupting in a brawl and a desk flying through the dry wall into another class room. Or having to have security bring you to the bathroom because you’re a threat to mainstream students. Came along way. From that to Sold out shows all across the world with my hero’s and being able to make records and tour and to take my terrible decisions and Fucked up past and dress it up as wisdom to guide the youth the best I can. Now that I’m in this weirdo folk rock Americana world, I don’t think a lot of these people understand where I come from or who I am. I stay low. But like YG says - STAY DANGEROUS!

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modernmutiny · 8 years ago

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team cap didn't injure Rhodey, Vision injured him when he fired at Sam on Tony's orders and then missed. then when Sam apologized (even though he didn't do anything other than avoid the giant laser that very well could've killed him considering it paralyzed a man in a super armored suit) tony then shit Sam with zero provocation. also let us not forget that team iron did all the same shit of property damage and endangering lives, except none of then we're put in oceanguantanamo

I’m assuming this is in response to my last post about how Team Cap is made up of mostly international terrorists, correct? Now normally I wouldn’t respond to this bc you don’t really want to hear my opinion on this, you just want to feel the satisfaction of getting a leg up on someone with a different perspective than you. But, unfortunately for you, I’ve been having a bit of a stressful day so I’m in an argumentative mood right now. (full answer under the cut)

So let’s break this down. First off, I also watched the movie so yes, I know the exact details of what happened. It’s funny how, out of everything I said, you found it uber important to start off by correcting me on the little details that don’t actually have much impact on literally anything I said, but I’ll play along anyhow.

Now, note in the post you’re responding to that when I mentioned what happened to Rhodey I said that Steve and Co were “indirectly responsible.” This means that, although they didn’t physically take take a handgun to Rhodey’s spine until he couldn’t walk again, they did create the situation in which friendly fire was a real possibility, and even a likely one.

But before we even get to that let’s recap that entire scene, since we’re already going there. I’m gonna focus mostly on the big stuff, so let’s start when wanda throws dozens of passenger cars at Tony. First off, she couldn’t see them so she had no idea if there were people inside or not, and second that’s the first big property damage we see in this scene. Tony did blow up two dinky little two-seat planes in dock a bit earlier, so I will take that, but also that won’t cause germany a few millions to rebuild a parking structure nor did it take out hundreds of thousands of dollars to innocent civilian families per car. Then scott and cap threw an explosive semi-truck at natasha, who 100% would not have survived being hit (wanda also threw her head first into a truck less than 5 minutes later, by the way).

from that point we get to the big brawl where everything is pretty equal, so we’ll skip over that. Only big point there, really, is that cap drops a 5 ton shipping crate on a teenager, but peter had already shown his super strength so i’ll let that go. Next point of interest is when team cap decides that they’re gonna go for the distraction to get buck and steve out, before they ultimately surrender. Immediately after that we get scott going all king kong on us. he throws a bus at t’challa and rips the wing off a charter plane. Then vision destroys the watchtower to stop cap and buck from getting away.

So basically, leading up to The Scene, things aren’t very equal. Tony’s team had the goal to detain and arrest. Cap and co were trying to get out, any means necessary. There’s a difference. Plus none of that even matters because Tony’s team was sent out on an official UN mission to detain a band of international terrorists, while cap and co were trying to resist arrest and evade the forces sent by the coalition of 117 countries to detain them.

Anyway on to The Scene. The quinjet is getting away and rhodey and tony go to intercept. Sam follows to give the twin terrors a clean getaway. Vision is called in to take out take out sam’s thrusters and “turn him into a glider.” Sam evades, and now the non-lethal shot meant for him is now a lethal shot for Rhodey. Let’s put this into legal terms now. Sam was pursuing two authorized forces in an attempt to aid the escape of two highly deadly terrorists, and when the authorities tried to disable him, he evaded, causing the hit that would not have hurt him, theoretically, to completely disable one of the authorities. Whether or not you like sam or rhodey or vision or whoever, you can’t deny that sam, who previously admitted he was going to surrender, created the situation in which that action was necessary, making him indirectly responsible. Also, the shot didn’t paralyze him, as you claim. The shot took out his systems, the fall from 800 ft paralyzed him. Sam wouldn’t have had to take that fall regardless bc he has wings. He would have glided safely down, if it had gone to plan.

As for the part where “tony shit Sam with zero provocation” I just don’t agree at all. If it was you trying to detain a group that has killed dozens of people and just attacked you with no regard for your safety, if it was your best friend who fell almost a thousand feet with no control, would you take the weak “im sorry” that sam gives? Rhodey was bleeding from his nose and unconscious with a weak heartbeat after a fall without a parachute. He very well could have had any sort of brain injury from the pressure change which would only be exacerbated by the impact. (the suit,, by the way, would have offered no cushion when falling from high enough to leave a crater in the ground, instead it would have added more pressure on top of him and also give his body no room to bend and move with the impact, which would greatly increase the risk of all kinds of compressed breaks). Point is, his best friend for most his life was half-dead in his arms, would possibly die en-route to the hospital, and the felon who he was trying to arrest comes up to him to try and say sorry as if it wasn’t all his fault. So Tony shot a repulsor beam at him, knocking him back, but mostly because he didn’t need to deal with the hollow apologies from the man partially responsible right now. Had they surrendered and dealt with the consequences of their actions for once in their lives then maybe none of them would have been in that situation. (Im not even going to get into the fact that the repulsor beams are made not as weapons, but as defensive measures. They can only knock back an opponent, not hurt them, so it was a hollow threat at best.)

Now onto your last point, where team tony wasn’t detained and somehow that’s “unfair” or w.e. Team Tony was deployed to detain a group of dangerous criminals. Bucky killed innocent people in his escape after the first germany altercation, not to mention all the people before that (yes, yes, I know, he wasn’t in control of his actions and all that, but none of the UN countries have any proof of that after he attacked the man trying to evaluate him), Wanda killed eleven people in Lagos, Scott is a registered felon, Sam stole a piece of equipment worth millions of dollars from a secure military fort, and Clint is a former international assassin. Your precious Steve was implicit in the Lagos deaths, the theft of military property, illegally entering multiple countries as a rogue citizen, evading arrest by federal forces, and even grand theft auto. They are all international criminals that, in evading arrest by UN forces, caused massive property damage and endangered thousands of lives. It’s all about the intent, and since Tony and his team were sent out on an official mission in these countries, they have the authority here. Cap’s team is just a group of highly dangerous citizens with no privileges anywhere, so anywhere they go they’re committing a crime.

Basically you need to take off your rose-tinted glasses and see what actually happened. According to the law and anyone that matters, a group of murderers and felons evaded arrest, so anything that happens from that point forward is a consequence of the choice that they made.

#teddy talks #ask answered #ca:cw #cap 3 nonsense #honestly kids im stubborn af you're never gonna get the last word with me #sorry for those followers who don't care but this gets me riled up #yall need to face the facts #you have to look at the actions taken and the impacts they have #plus the whole tony-sam thing #he didn't need a reason #he was provoked enough already by this group of bandits throwing buses at him and his Official UN Team #zero provocation my ass #ppl better with emotions than me have also talked on this and ive reblogged it before #as a knockback to ppl who say tony was wrong in shooting sam with the repulsors or for attacking bucky #hes human yall #hes doing his best to keep the gang together #and steve shits all over that and basically tells tony he can go fuck himself #like honestly #is he that opposed to following the rules for once in his goddamn life

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