#int. addison

[scottienolan]

"Babes, if you're looking for storybook fidelity I hate to inform you that Hollywood couples are not where you should be casting your eyes. Jesus, how old are you? Don't you read blind items?" Scottie questioned with an arched brow.

It could have been that her life had left Scottie in a place where she was too cynical, but she would have that any day over being naive.

"Hot people always find their way to each other -- the universe just wills it to be that way."

@addisonxoconnell

"Well, that makes sense then." Addison couldn't argue with Scottie's statement, and she couldn't judge her for not liking AJ. Maybe she just had the usual attraction to the bad boy persona boy bands loved to get into.

"I mean that is true. I just keep hearing about nearly every celebrity couple getting divorced so it's like why is anyone getting married at all. Is there any true love out there? I wanted to think someone in the spotlight could've had a chance at it. It does make me wonder how all these social circles interact with each other. How did they even meet?"

@scottienolan

[horsetailcurlers2]

just as they were finally about to revoke my membership card for the Certified Derek Shepherd Haters Club, i started rewatching bits of season one and two with the knowledge of what comes later and i i kind of want to rip out all his fingernails one by one

[movedtodykedvonte]

I wanna hear more addison and Spamton headcanons >:D

Okay, so this is a lot and is mostly about how addisons actually manifest and like are "born in a sense" I'll prolly make another post and link this with HCs specifically about my Spamton and my interpretation of the addisons later. Anyway, I actually made shitty visuals for this. Under a cut cause I realize this is fuckin long

Stage One: Baby Mode

Addisons start out as things called data sparks. Each spark consists of a different type of data collected from cookies, caches, search histories, and general internet activity. They create a soft glow due to all the energy compacted into them.

They can come in any color but the most common are Orange, Blue, Yellow, and Pink. White data sparks are leftover data, think of abandoned searches or misclicks on websites. 

Usually, they dissipate due to a lack of substance but are sometimes purposely thrown in the trash zone to avoid inconsistent data altering the more substantial sparks.

Each spark usually corresponds to whatever searches were most common. If you looked up a lot of information about plants then the data spark will consist of intel on plant care and products and gravitate toward other similarly colored sparks with the same data.

Stage Two: Fusion Dance

When enough of these sparks manifest, they will try to sync with similarly colored data, spinning around each other (kinda like a loading circle) to determine if they can sync and become a larger data clusters.

Clusters are a very short-lived period of the Addison manifest cycle where they stabilize and the product they advertise will be determined. Despite this, some ads do change what they specifically sell over their existence, though the same in the same industry.

Rarely, white data sparks will form into clusters and try to determine a product. This often fails due to the scattered data but instances of properly colored sparks syncing with the white clusters by mistake have yielded paler, inconsistent but stable addisons. 

Even rarer is white clusters forming into a stable addison, usually, they disburse due to their instability but occasionally they can get by with reprogramming or modifications.

Occasionally sparks may sync with the wrong colors. Usually, this just creates weirdly toned ads with odd tactics or pitches that seem confusing. This is usually hindered by those who monitor the syncing process.

Stage Three and Four: Ready 2 Sell & Bussiness Buddies

At this point, they are full-fledged Addisons and ready to sell whatever product they were manifested to sell. They still go through a training period by more established Addisons and general instructors to ensure there are no unidentifiable glitches

Often Addisons flock to similarly colored ads initially (blue with blue, pink with pink, etc…) but will gravitate towards ads that are in the same industry or sell similar products. This is both due to being a social species that like to have common grounds and the urge to create a connection for sales purposes.

Usually, sparks form clusters in mass and in groups. This means that typically 2-4 ads will form at the same time similarly colored or not that all are in the same advertisement industry. These ads will likely sell the same type of products and thus will feel a closer bond with each other. 

Though never related, ads determine what type of relationship they will have based on how and who they naturally gravitate towards. Some choose to remain strictly business within their groups while others develop more personal or intimate dynamics. Still, advertising takes priority.

Stage ???: You're fucked up

Of course, some ads are botched or just bad at their job. These ads most likely had an issue during the clustering phase in which not enough data was collected or they simply had too much conflicting intel.

These ads struggle to make ends meet due to not being able to attract customers, form connections, and the inability to manifest products in a lot of cases. They are not purposely ostracized but it is common for “proper” ads to avoid interaction out of fear of also being seen as “defective”, “glitched” or “corrupted”. For ads, it is also a superstitious sign of bad business.

These ads however retain their ability to glow (as when they were a spark) due to never fully stabilizing. This is often used to compensate for other deficiencies or in some cases find business in darker, deeper, and more foreboding parts of the internet… Some clients are desperate for any salesman to sell the “products” they need.

Otherwise, these ads just try to work for more successful business owners and lay low for the most part. They are often very defensive and close to addisons like themselves and live in very close-knit communities with each other.

This is just one part of like a much bigger web of info I have about the addisons and why color theory is an integral part of their culture but it's the dumbest thing ever. Will it ever get elaborated on? Maybe if I don't forget.

[blcssom]

it’s quite possibly the first time she’s ever been in the campus library, which is probably why it takes her twice as long to find them. their guards have been a little too good at blending in lately, effectively annihilating her only tell. still, she manages to sniff them out regardless and when she does, she promptly closes the book they’re reading. “oh my god, are you actually studying?”

closed starter for @persephonyed  open to m/f/nb || plot in source 

[h-a-unted]

❝ i don’t need your help. ❞ (travis from addy @tragicsongs ) ・・・・・・➹・・・・・・ Assorted Sentence Prompts (Accepting!)

Maybe she didn't need his help per se, but she did need some kind of help. Despite her... state, she was alone, and the woods were probably still dangerous, even for her. Either that or Travis was just ridden with uneasiness towards her, a budding concern despite her circumstances and his guilty conscience.

"It doesn't have to be mine, but... I'm all you've got right now. So, let me give you a hand, if anything." How could he help her? He wasn't entirely sure, but he was willing to try. After all, this predicament could have been prevented if he had saved his family a while ago.

[ononestring]

Well, I think it’s over. As much as I try to work on this, I just really cannot finish it in a way I’m even remotely happy with. I officially would like to release this concept into the public domain. This took a lot of thought, and as long as you credit me, feel free to use this idea from now on.

Track list:

PROLOGUE

The concept is a spamton based origin story called on one string. It starts with Kris at Spamton’s shop in a normal looking save file, however, the path to Spamton’s shop door has a path going off to the left. When you go on it, an adjacent path is seen with a younger spamton standing on it. The game glitches out. A Gaster sequence begins. He tells you that you aren’t supposed to see this, but he will agree to show you Spamton’s story if you agree that you cannot alter the events and will simply play as a memory version of him. The game starts.

VERSE ONE

Wake up!

(Beautiful concept art by Grimblo)

You wake up in Spamton’s bed. You are instructed to complete his morning routine. One of these is writing a letter to Seam. This is the save system in this game. There will be desks across the game to write to them and save your game. Spamton is infatuated with Seam and Jevils performances, (although doesn’t approve of Jevil’s segment) and writes to Seam as a fan, having watched them on T.V. Spamton has to go to work.

(More amazing stuff by Grimblo)

and after coming outside to see a heavy traffic jam; the player can only walk to the tramway entrance through a brief “Train rush” segment where you have to make the train on time while avoiding other denizens. At work, Spamton is instructed by the pink Addison to “get to work” and so you are instructed to enter the email room. Here is two desks, one that says “Addison #4” and one that says “Addison #0”. Behind the #4 desk is the blue Addison, Spamton’s only real friend at work. He cheerfully greets him, informing Spamton he left all of “your favorite emails” for him. These are referring to all the responses from Noelle. There is then a short work minigame where you have to please customers over email. Upon returning home, you are forced to go back through the tramway at night. That’s when the Nightpath Ne’er-do-wellers attack! This is where you will learn the battle system.

Spamton discovers a letter, from Seam. This is where you receive the shadowpin, an item that will let you move through dark worlds. Seam was curious upon receiving Spamton’s letter, and wants to see if he really does have what it takes to make it. Spamton, excited and nerve-wracked by this, goes to Queen’s mansion where a Halloween party is commencing. He asks her how to get there; and tries to seek advice. Queen informs him of a close friend of hers, (referring to the Dialmiser) and his city which is fairly close to cyber city if you go through the Coldlands, which is what the cliffs are from chapter one. Spamton suits up, gets in his car, and goes to the edge of cyber city where a toll booth is. The man inside warns spamton of the coldlands and the danger they hold, however spamton leaves anyways. It’s a long, creepy segment but eventually Spamton can see DIALVILLE on the horizon.

Down the Rabbit Hole…

The DIALVILLE port is empty and eerie. Spamton hears rustling from a bush.

Out pops Storgsly, a self-defined guide to the city who is also later revealed to be this chapters secret boss. He tells spamton that as long and they stick together, he can take him to the other end of the dark world and get him closer to meeting Seam. Storgsly joins your party. It becomes increasingly clear as you walk through the port Storgsly doesn’t know his stuff, but Spamton is seemingly blind to it. The first Dialmiser encounter occurs when you reach the front doors.

He is standing there, and Storgsly quickly tells you he has to go. Spamton tells the Dialmiser Queen sent him, and Dialmiser is quick to tell him that Queen is someone whom he does not respect. He is very pompous and believes he is the greatest person in the city, and reveals he has taken over the politics here to a grand extent, even locking the mayor up in his own office. It is here when Spamton notices a direct path to the other end. He does not take it. He realizes that it’s his moral obligation to help DIALVILLE, and Seam can wait.

WELCOME TO DIALVILLE!

Although Dialmiser has greatly put a wound on this city, things are as lively as ever. People here aren’t pushy and rude like in cyber city, they love to communicate with one another. Letters, phones, telegrams, litter the street. Spamton quickly finds out about 4 major divisions the Dialmiser is running, and decides he needs to take these out before he leaves. The first, in DIALVILLE itself, is his fun factory. After traversing through the city, Spamton makes it here. This division is run by this chapters “milk” boss: The Bentlov Twins.

Conjoined twins, one happy as ever, one down and sad, they are forcing DIALVILLE residents to work in Dialmiser’s factory. This is where you first fight them. It’s a short fight, and it’s isn’t the last. The next district is the city hall, so Spamton enters at night and has to avoid mini-misers guarding puzzles and mini-games. Once you save the mayor, this district is cleared! The next district is the letter plains. Unfortunately, to liberate them you will need to fight the Bentlov Twins. It’s a twin horseback battle where you have to take them down.

(More amazing art by Grimblo)

VERSUS STORGSLY

Upon defeating them, they reveal the final district: the Dialmanor. But before you go there, they invite you to visit their house and rest up before you go. When you do, you meet their lovely family, and discover a dark secret. Storgsly is related to the bentlov twins. Stashed at the back of the house is a dark, dusty room where you find the key to the ravine tram, aswell as some backstory for him amongst the items. After going inside the room, each family member will relay a short excerpt about him. Approaching the ravine, Storgsly urges you to not go. When you decline, he runs away. After using the lift key, you descend into the ravine. It’s cold, dark, and as soon as you walk for a little storgsly swoops down and steals the pin. A short chase segment ensues before you corner him at the back. The ravine shatters and he uses the pin to try and take you out. Using the pin, he manifests attacks from within his phone book. When you defeat him, a small crack has formed in the pin. Going back to the Bentlov house, you have the option to give the bell beret away to them. The Dialmanor is a large area with puzzles, minigames and there is currently a mask party ensuing when you arrive. After a spat with the manor guards, they tell you where to go to find Dialmiser. After a long staircase, you figure out how to liberate the final district: defeat the Dialmiser. The battle is lengthy but when you do he reveals that maybe he pushed everyone away that ever made him want power in the first place. He gives the key to the city back to the mayor, and Spamton departs in his car again…

VERSE 2 COMING SOON

[enchantedflameandflower]

Glimmer 30/? Billy Butcher!

HI!!! We are so close to Season 4! I'm going to start marking the chapters that have smut, for those looking for a quick smutty romance read so please keep an eye out for that! Please give my little story a chance! 🖤

Chapter 1

Previous Chapter (29)

Notes: Please give my story a chance! Thank you so much!

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Chapter 30

The click of Addison sliding the clip into place in her 9MM echoed throughout the empty back stairwell. She lifted her gaze to meet Billy’s, dark and fierce, dangerous, and they shared a knowing look. Billy nodded and she flicked off the safety and released a round into the chamber. 

She met M.M.’s hard stare then, he had insisted on going with them, and then she nodded to the protective operative in swat gear with them rounding out Mallory’s team for this endeavor.  

Taking the lead, Addison started silently up the concrete stairs, Billy right at her shoulder. “Remember our orders?” she tested him as they climbed their way to the fourth, then the fifth, floor. 

“Fuck orders,” he growled in reply. 

Addison stopped, turning to face him and she lifted a gloved hand to his chest. 

“Mallory wants him alive, Butcher,” she whispered.

Flame raged in his eyes and he glanced away. He was wearing a black sweater and black jeans with his duster, and he looked ferocious. Even more so than usual. “Yeah well we don’t always get what we want, eh?”

Addison took a breath. “Let’s at least try.”

M.M. gave her a look from behind Billy’s shoulder that she knew well but she didn’t let it show on her face. Billy’s eyes were all dark brutality. 

Addison blew out her breath and closed her eyes to focus, listening. It wasn’t a huge building but she was still surprised to find very few people, even after a couple sweeps for sound. 

“Our guy’s at the top,” she murmured. “Far corner,” she jerked her head. “Two others…”

“Only two?” Billy asked. 

Addison listened one more time then nodded. “I’m sure.”

“Well that’s a damn shame.”

Addison pursed her lips. He wanted blood, but she trusted him still. She nodded to Billy, shifting to let him lead. 

They went through the door from the staircase onto the top floor silently and Addison paused to listen again. 

Two guards, outside a room. Stillwell inside. She looked at Billy and he nodded back, understanding without having to say a word. 

From around the corner, still out of sight, Addison took a breath and spoke. “Put your guns on the floor and go to the elevator quietly and you can just walk out of here, no harm no foul.”

She heard them both shift, but no reply came. “Count of 5, boys,” she continued out loud to them, then she exchanged glances with Billy and M.M.. Wordlessly they agreed to let Billy make the first move. When he stepped out, he was fired on immediately. He ducked back, unscathed and then took a step out again killing the guard that had shot at him with a single bullet before ducking back. It was only a second before the second guy tossed his gun to the ground with a thud. “Fuck this,” he mumbled and he stepped into the elevator without any hesitation. Addison pinned Billy with a hard stare.

As soon as he was gone they went to the door. Billy kicked it open. 

“Come out here and show your face, ya cunt,” Billy growled from the behind the doorway. 

At first there was no reply and Addison zoomed her senses in on him. He was in there all right, crouching in the corner of the room. His heart rate was elevated but seemed to be from more than just adrenaline. He was on something too. And he was fumbling with a gun…trying to load it but his hands were not steady. 

Addison jerked her head toward the corner of the room he was in and mouthed “GO” at Billy. 

The four of them streamed in, weapons drawn. Billy went in first, kicking the gun out of his hand, while everyone else trained their sights on his chest. 

“I should kill you right there you fuckin’ cunt, right where you’re skulkin’,” Billy growled, towering over him. 

“Billy -“ Addison murmured but she was interrupted. 

“You,” Stillwell snarled back. “You killed my sister you fucking animal. I loved her, my sister. She was everything…”

“Shut up you stupid cunt. I don’t care about any of your fucked up Game of Thrones shit and for the record I ain’t the one that killed her.”

“Ha! That’s rich,” Stillwell said as he stood again. “You’re a monster…you’re not human -“

Billy whipped his gun across his face, splitting his cheek open and making him cry out as he fell to his hands. 

Butcher’s dark eyes were wild with rage. “I didn’t kill her but I’m gonna kill you, as slowly as I can. I’ll break every bone in your body and let you bleed out -“

“Billy!” Addison reached out to touch his arm. “Stop. He can’t hurt me. He never could. He’s a weak piece of shit. He’s nothing. Let Mallory handle him.”

Billy managed to turn to look at Addison, but his eyes were unfocused, his breathing heavy. She could hear his heartbeat without trying, pounding wildly and so hard she thought it might burst through his ribs.

“Billy please…” she curled her fingers around his bicep, as much as she could, glancing at M.M. for a second - his gaze and his gun were thankfully trained on Stillwell where he was dripping blood on the carpet, trying to stay conscious.

“Billy, I’m right here. He’s nothing.”

Finally his eyes focused on hers, and his heart started to slow. He rubbed his hand brusquely over his jaw then nodded once. When he turned back to Stillwell, he slammed his heavy boot into his face, then kicked the gun across the room. “Secure him!” he barked at the operative with them.

As soon as he had his wrists cuffed, they took a step back but stayed on alert. The operative drug Stillwell to his feet, but he seemed barely able to stand so he looped his free arm under his shoulder, pulling him forward.

The next second happened in a blur. Stillwell somehow knocked the operative back and he cut through his plastic restraints. Then he lunged - not for Billy though, but for Addison again. Billy pulled his gun as soon as he saw him move but it was too late.

Stillwell had pulled a knife from somewhere - maybe this had actually been his plan all along - and as he lurched forward with a deranged cackle he buried the knife deep in Addison’s shoulder.

But Addison was a different person now. 

Quick as a whip, she reached back and pulled the blade out and had it in her hand. She swung it through the air in a perfect arc, slicing it across his throat. Blood sprayed across the room, a few drops fell on her but most of the blood splattered all over the poor operative. 

Both Butcher and M.M. turned to her, lifting their brows as Stillwell slumped dead to the ground. 

Addison looked at them. “Oops,” she said, cold as stone. She sheathed the knife in a strap on her thigh after wiping it clean. 

Billy watched her walk out the door. “Fucking diabolical.” He smiled. 

*.*.*.*

As soon as it was all over, Billy took Addison back to the hotel. He was frantic over her injury but she had healed by the time they got there. Still he was clearly upset she had been hurt again because of him but she felt absolutely dead on her feet, exhaustion weighing her down like nothing she’d ever felt in her life. 

When she finally woke late the next day, Billy was gone, but she didn’t think much of it. She knew he’d back in time for bed. So, even though all she really wanted was to eat something and go back to sleep, she made herself change and parked herself on the couch reaching for her cell. 

Billy came in again just as she was finishing the last of three lengthy phone calls. 

“Just have Claire go look,” she said tiredly into the phone. “I just don’t really care, and she knows what I want. Whatever she decides is fine.” She gave Billy a half smile and he sat in the chair across from her. “Yeah, okay. Talk to you later.” She hung up the phone, tossing it aside and took a breath, meeting Billy’s gaze. 

“Who’s Claire?”

Addison sighed, pulling the throw blanket over her lap. “The assistant I hired to work with my financial adviser.”

“What? Just now?” 

“No, I hired her after my father died. Just to…to help me deal with all of it.”

“Is it kind of strange I didn’t know you had an adviser and an assistant?”

“I’m sorry.” Addison shook her head. “I don’t like talking about it.”

“Anything else?” He smiled at her, but she knew his question was serious too. And it was important to her, to share everything with him, there was nothing she wanted to keep from him, even if it was just difficult to think about those demons from the past.

“Well…” she looked out the window. “I also called my broker and my realtor this afternoon. I’m just going to get a new apartment. Not in my name this time. I can use my trust.”

“Sounds like a good idea, but it’s just that easy, eh? Just get a new place in the city?”

“Billy,” Addison swallowed. “I know you know I have money, but I - it’s a lot. It’s a lot of money. When he died, I didn’t want it, but his business manager - well as much of a piece of shit my father was, Mark is actually a good guy. So I donated a lot, but I invested the rest. And I’ve made a lot more since…” 

“When you say a lot, how much are you really talkin’?” 

“If we need to…I can take care of all of us. We can go anywhere you want, all of us, and not have to worry about a thing.”

Billy clasped his hands leaning forward in his chair. “Addi, we wouldn’t ask you to do that.”

“I know…” She met his hazel eyes and the love she saw there refilled her heart again, just like it did every time, but she could not pretend she didn’t see the rest of his uncertainty and the darkness in him swirling there too. 

“Anyway,” she couldn’t talk about it anymore right now. “I’ll get a new place. I want something with a few bedrooms this time in case…in case anyone needs….” She bit her lip. “Um, and security and safer and just you know, all of it. I was telling Mark to just have Claire scout out my options in person. And I’ll hire a company to go in and move everything from my old place. M.M. said he’d go to oversee it when I schedule.” 

Billy nodded again and all she could think was that she would give anything to be able to read his mind but she couldn’t. She didn’t think the money bothered him at all, but he was holding something back. 

They didn’t talk about it anymore though, she only felt exhausted again. Billy ordered room service and when she finished he reached for her hand and took her back to bed. 

When she was settled under the blankets, he undressed then slid into bed with her, wrapping her up so tight in his arms. He felt so so good but she couldn’t help wonder - why was the way he was holding on so tight making her nervous. 

But then he whispered, his breath warm, against the shell of her ear. “I love you.”

“I love you too.”

*.*.*.*

“Addison.”

That tone of voice, she’d come to know it so well.

When M.M. had completely lost all patience with her. 

“You have a spectacular new apartment in a fancy fuckin’ high-rise in midtown and yet you’re sitting in this musty old basement with us motherfuckers across the river. What the fuck is wrong with you?”

“Hey, speak for yourself,” Frenchie spoke up from the kitchen brandishing his spatula at him.

Addison gave a heavy sigh, tilting her head to rest against the back of the couch. There was no point in not saying anything, they’d find out sooner rather than later anyway. 

“I haven’t heard from Billy in three days and I have no idea where he is.”

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Thank you, love you all! <3

Chapter 31

[blcssom]

“yeah, you really need to work on that.” how many things had she watched him miss out on over their lifetime because he was too polite to admit how badly he wanted them? his surprise catches her off guard and she can’t help but respond with a nervous laugh. “yeah, i care. have i not made that obvious?”

charlie rests his chin on her head with a click of his tongue. "well, i don't know if this shocks you, but i'm pretty much unable to articulate anything i want, ever." almost involuntarily his hand clenches on her waist, the breath he draws in shaky. "so you care about me ??"

[countrymusiclover]

20 - Simple Life Gone Wrong

Part 21

Battle of Mind and Heart

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It was a stormy and rainy morning and the kids were still asleep since I wasn't making them do homeschooling on the weekends. Lying asleep in the bed Erik was sound asleep like normal when I sharply woke up feeling the urge to empty my stomach. Tossing the covers off of me I crossed the wooden floor like it was on lava until I got myself bent over the toilet. “Addi?”

“Ugh…where are they? Ah yes.” I heard Erik’s voice from the bed but I just kept throwing up until I felt that I was better. Remaining on my knees I opened the cabinet rummaging around until I found one of the pregnancy tests that I had bought from the store.

Footsteps creaked against the floorboards till he finally could see my current state. “Addison, here. I…I am here now.” He moved around grabbing a hold of my hair gently right as I went to puke a second time.

“Ugh…so gross.” I wiped my mouth with one of the towels shifting my body around so I could sit on the floor holding the pregnancy test I just took in my hands.

Erik shifted to sit down across from me pulling his legs up to his chest so I could have more room for my legs. “So what does it say, Addison?”

“We're…We're gonna have another baby.” I began crying a little at the thought picturing the excitement on the twins faces when we got around to telling them the good news.

Erik paused like he had the first time I told him I was pregnant with the twins but this time his pause was much shorter. “I love you.” He whispered, connecting our lips in for a kiss and I smiled into it.

“I love you too.” I whispered laying my head against his chest and he wrapped his arms around my waist.

Erik just held me for a little while until he thought it had been long enough. “Let’s get you back to bed, Addi.” He lifted me up into his arms carrying me back to bed and he laid back down with me.

“So what do you want this time. Boy or girl?” I asked him looping my fingers with his while we were laying down and just staring at one another longingly. This wasn’t a rare thing for us to just lay in silence and watch the other too afraid they might disappear in an instant after the time we were forced to be separated by the Pentagon.

Erik kept his focus on my eyes. “It doesn’t matter to me. We already have one of each. So I'd say girl to make it even for both of us.”

“Oh are you and Ryder feeling like you need another woman in your lives?” I teased him imagining another baby girl hanging off his shoulders during piggyback, playing hide and seek during thunderstorms or him just listening to the random rambles from the child’s mouth.

Erik shakes his head leaning forward, capturing his lips with mine. “I just want you to be happy because for a long time I didn't think I could ever be, until I met you.”

“And nobody is going to tear us apart ever again.” I declared laying my head back down in the crook of his neck.

By the time I had ended my conscious conversation with Charles I entered our bedroom seeing my husband shoving different drawers and grabbing whatever he thought we would need. Which could only mean one thing, he was preparing to run again. Stepping into the room I touched his forearm the second he spun around facing me. “Erik, woah hang on. We don't have to run now.”

“Yes we do, Addi.” He attempted to move past me but I pushed a hand on his chest.

“Tell me what happened.” I urged him.

He moved his gaze down to mine showing my other hand was intertwined with his larger one. “If I'm exposed we're all exposed, Addison. I…part of a machine nearly killed a man today. But I stopped it. I heard some of the other workers talking and I know that can't mean good things. Most people already know my name on the news.”

“Hey, look at me. You did a good thing saving his life.” Moving my other hand off his chest and up to his face, he leans into my palm. “We don't have to run. We…this is our kids now, our future baby's home.”

Erik cradled my face in his hands. “We are their home. We will be this little ones home.” His gaze shifted down to my now somewhat visible stomach but we hadn't told the kids about it yet.

Leaning forward I kissed him quickly, wrapping my arms around his neck. He leans down into the kiss, moving one hand around my waist tugging me closer. “Where’s the kid” I asked him breaking the kiss with us both trying to catch our breaths.

“I told them to pack. They should be done by now though.” He answered my question with fear written over his face. We bolted up the stairs only to find their room empty with bags packed but neither twin was there.

Running to the backdoor the backyard was found to be the same. “They must be down by the creek. Astraea! Ryder!” I hollered and he did the same trucking through the thick forest of woods until we found a clearing and were met with a handful of policeman.

“Mommy, daddy. They won't let Ryder go.” Astraea came running forward out from behind one of the trees near us.

The words slipped my mouth when she locked her arms around the middle of my stomach in fear. “Are you alright?”

“She's fine as is your boy.” One of the officers said.

I snapped at the officer. “Then let him go!”

“We will. We just wanted to have a word.” The lead officer answered, still holding Ryder's shoulder firmly underneath his hand.

Erik tilted his head noticing something that I hadn't until he said the words. “You're not wearing your badges.”

“No metal. Some guys at the factory said they saw something today. Something that didn't add up.” Another policeman answered.

I begged the men in uniform. “Put your weapon away.”

“You've been a good citizen, Henryk...A good neighbor... a good worker. I want to believe that's who you are.” The lead officer focused his attention on my husband.

“It is.” I bared my teeth looking down at my daughter in my arms. Her fingers were gripping my hand while she now stood at my side, my other hand was resting on my stomach.

The fourth officer scoffed. “But nobody in this town really knows you.”

“Yes you do. I am Henryk Gurzsky. Jakob, I've had dinner in your home…” Erik attempted to remain calm seeing one of his workers who reported him in standing there too.

“And you were lying the whole time. I brought a killer into my house.” The man growled.

Ryder tried to move from the top policeman’s grasp when he drew out a printed picture of Erik the day he tried to kill the president until Raven stopped him. “Is this you? Are you the one they call Magneto?”

“Take me in. Please...Just let my son go.” Erik paused sparing me a glance silent as an apology. Ryder bolted forward when the officer let him run straight to his father where they embraced in a quick hug. “Go with your mother and sister.”

Walking forward I grasped my son's hand separating the two with two officers holding Erik causing our son to begin wining. “Please...Don't leave me. I'm not going to let them take you.”

“What's going on?” Lifting my head I felt the ground under my feet shaking and everything felt like it was beginning to slow down.

“She's one of them?” A policeman pointed his finger back at Astraea who had her hand raised forward causing some of the men to hold their heads in pain.

Ryder squeezed my hand and I saw his fingers glow before he shot a blast towards them and the other two ducked in fear. “Tell them to stop!”

“They can't control it! He's scared of you!” Erik responded with the last two still holding him in place.

“We're not going to let them take you!” The twins decided to meet up to stand right beside each other about to blast them a second time until I heard an officer draw an arrow and he accidentally fired it from his bow.

I bolted picking up my boots tackling the pair into the dirt. “Astraea! Ryder! - ah!” I screamed in pain feeling the arrow hit me in my lower stomach.

“Addison!” Erik cried out bolting in my direction with the other officers trying to run but they couldn't because our daughter was keeping them blocked in. He caught my body when I had yanked the arrow out where my legs collapsed to the harsh ground. “No…no please Addi.”

Gripping the fabric of his flannel jacket I gasped feeling some blood slowly coming from my stomach. “Erik…Kids.”

“Mommy.” Astraea hollered coming over to us.

Ryder pressed his hand on my stomach where I winced seeing some more blood coming out. “Ryder, what are you doing?” He sent me a simple smile before our eyes the wound on my belly disappeared and there was just a simple scar.

“He can heal.” Astraea gasped in shock.

Erik held me against his chest glancing between the three of us. “Kids, go back to the house and wait there until we get there. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” The twins answered before running off together in the direction of the house.

Peaking over my husband’s shoulder I winced trying to get to my feet until I felt something falling between my legs. Looking down I gasped seeing blood even though the wound was healed. “Erik…the baby.”

“Addi…but he healed you.” Erik placed a hand on my forearm seeing the tears forming in my eyes.

The head officer takes a step forward to apologize. “Mrs. Gurzsky, I'm sorry.”

“Erik, I….do it. Do it!” I started crying, more tears reaching inside my shirt. Drawing the metal coin necklace that I wore shoving it down into his open palm. “Make them pay.”

He didn't need to be told anything more. He closed his eyes, opening the palm launching the coin slicing the necks of the throats of the policemans with their bodies dropping. “There's one more thing we need to do before we get out of here. Let's get you better first.” He scooped me up in his arms making our way back to the house.

“Mommy, Daddy, There something I need to tell you.” Ryder came running around the corner when we had made our way back into the small cabin.

Erik sat me down on my feet so I could lower myself to be his level I asked concerned. “What is it you need to tell us, Ryder?”

“The baby…they would have been a mutant like me and sissy.” The young Lehnsherr boy reply.

Glancing over to his father Erik’s features switched over to a much darker look. He helped me to my feet pulling me closer when he whispered under his breath. “Let’s go make those men at the factory pay too. Then we will take the kids to Charles place.” I nodded in agreement grasping his hands in mine. Knowing we deserved revenge.

[crmsnmth]

September Sky Chapter Nine, Part 4

Adam laughed loudly almost dropping the bottle to the floor. The other three of us stared at him, waiting for some kind of explanation as to what was so funny. And it must have been pretty damn funny because the guy was in tears.

Eileen took the bottle out of his hands, fearing the same thing I had thought.

"Jesus Christ, what is so funny?" She asked, taking a swallowing and handing me the almost empty bottle. Just enough for two swallows, one for myself and one for Addison.

Adam took his glasses off and sighed, still chuckling to himself. The rest of us sat in quiet expectation.

"Well?" Addison asked, polishing off the last of the cheap whiskey. I can't speak for anyone else, but I did have a nice buzz on now. And that was a good thing. I was loosening up, and liquid courage was exactly that. I was fine with the people in this room, but the anxiety that was racing up and down my spine was almost unbearable when I first got here. Alcohol didn't make it completely disappear, but it did gag it. And now it was muffled and easier to ignore.

"It's so fucking stupid." Adam said finally, "None of you are going to find it funny."

"That's not the point," Addison quickly came back.

"Seriously, it's dumb." He still had hiccup laughs escape his throat.

"So?" I finally joined int the conversation. Adam looked at me with a face I couldn't recognize, and that meant immediately I thought he was mad at me, or I wasn't welcome to join the conversation.

Instead, he laughed.

"It speaks!"

I wanted to give him the finger. Playfully of course, but I didn't know where I stood here. If it were Addison, I would have done it. But I hardly knew Adam other than the few conversations we've had when I had come to see Addison. And it was getting easier to have conversations with another person. So, I kept my finger down, instead laughing slightly and shrugging.

"I was laughing because the invites at seven and you want to at eight," He finally answered the question.

"You were right. That was pretty fucking dumb." Eileen said in a dead pan monotone. And with that the room erupted into laughter. As were laughing, I realized that this was the first time in a very, very long time that I had laughed in this way. Or felt comfortable in other's company. I had been in Milwaukee some time now, and my only friends in the city for so long were just the people I work worth. Don't get me wrong, I loved Amber and Justin, but I honestly don't think either of them would've been friends with me if we didn't work together. Here, these people had me here by choice. They wanted me around. My moment of clarity came, and a warmth took over me. Of course, that could very well be the whiskey talking.

"Besides, haven't you ever heard of being fashionably late?" Addison said once the room got back to its base quiet.

"I told you it was stupid," Adam said as he stood up, "Anybody want a beer?"

"What do we have?" Addison asked.

"I'm pretty sure just PBR."

"Sure, I'll have one."" She nudged me and looked up at her, "Would you like one?"

I nodded and smiled, "Sounds good."

Adam looked at Eileen who just smiled at him. A grin that said don't ask stupid questions. This time I chuckled to something no one new about as he left the room.

"What are you laughing at?" Addison asked.

"Eileen's expression looked like she was telling him not to ask dumb questions. Made me chuckles, I guess." I shrugged as I spoke. I even smirked.

"Damn, you're good at reading faces," Eileen said, with her own chuckle. Her voice was raspy and low, but her laugh was squeaky and high-pitched, and I spent most of the time talking to her wondering just how this was possible.

Adam came back with three unopened cans of beer, and one open one. He tossed one to Addison, one to me, and handed the last one to Eileen, giving her a quick kiss on the cheek. The sounds of cans opening bounced around the room, adding to the orchestra of laughter and meaningless conversation.

By the time it was time to go, all four of us were probably drunk by legal, but we were young. Addison, Adam and Eileen were college students, and I was a college drop out. Plus, we were all born and raised in Wisconsin. Drinking was in our blood.

Adam and Eileen left first, heading down the stairs loudly. Addison held my arm, so I didn't keep following them. If she hadn't grabbed me, I would've ended up out in the dying sunlight, and having no idea where to go.

"Stay for a few minutes. We can be a little later." Addison said. Down the stairs, a door slammed as those two hit the sidewalk.

[windovvaving]

aileen took to 'there's always room for improvement' mentalities like a sponge. everything she ever did, she had to get better and better. "awesome awesome, i look forward to hearing what you think afterwards." feedback was crucial for her job. if club-goers didn't like their sets, they'd be out of a job. "they're a newer band, not surprised you haven't heard of them. since my set is over, i'm done for the night, someone else is finishing out the night. so, yeah, i'm down to get a drink with you."

addison’s smile grew wider at the others words. it was nice to come across someone with a similar mindset to get. addison herself was always trying to improve, always trying to step out of her comfort zone. What was life without a little risk ? “I like your way of thinking. and if the next one is guaranteed to top tonight, then I’ll have to make sure I come to that, too.” making a mental list of the name, addison nodded. "i've never heard of them before, but i always like discovering new music. so, are you resigned to here for the whole night, or are you able to get a drink before the night is over ? "

[blcssom]

it’s not as though this is HER first choice either, but the power is out all over town and with temperatures steadily dropping the only way to retain heat is for them to squeeze into the same twin-size bed she’s had since she was twelve. “.... i don’t usually sleep on my back can we... change positions?” as if it’s the position that’s making her uncomfortable and not the warm body beside her.

closed starter for @gldenrush ( 1/4 )

[kkdeer]

I have no idea how to use tumblr so here’s a doodle of my Fallout protagonists.

Charlie Dean - Lone Wanderer

Age 19 (2277)

She’s a low speech + high intelligence nerd. She talks herself into trouble, not out of it.

Kaitlyn McCullough - Sole Survivor

Age 27 (2287)

Lawyer = high char high int. She can talk herself out of anything.

Addison Terrell - FO4 (not sole)

Age 20 (2287)

She’s very sneaky which is good cause the girl can’t aim to save her life.

Gray - Courier Six

Age 26 (2281)

She’s an amnesiac who seems to have also forgotten what a hairbrush is. Very chaotic and mildly confused.

I’ll post more on these guys later

[theofficefantasyfootball]

WEEK 7 - Wrap Up

MILK THE CLOCK STRATEGY

Special shout out to Keely Scott for forwarding this clip to me this weekend. Yes, at first I admit I was a bit confused and bothered by this coach and his actions. Then i watched it several more times and I became okay with it. Bottom line...teams have signals and just because this coach happens to be a man, and he is trying to milk himself to send a message that the team needs to slow the pace of the game (milk the clock) ...I don't think he needs to be apologizing to the American public. We have all seen the movie Meet the Parents and know that you can milk anything with nipples. Facts. Gotta love college football!

LANAKILA vs TREE HUGGERS

And just like that...the winning streak is over for Mr. Krippayne. It came when he was matched up against our current champion, Cliff Young and his marquee player Patrick Mahomes. Scott had an amazing run and now is tied with Cliff and Bebo who are also at 6-1. Scott is still in a great position 1/2 way through the season but, it does show that he is a human and just as he won his first 6 in a row, it is possible that he could lose the next 6. So, congrats to Cliff for exposing Scott and inspiring all of us to take on the giants of the league (not the new york giants of course).

FUNK GUY vs BACKDOOR BANDITS

And just like that...Dana's 4 game losing streak has come to an end! With a fantastic week...putting up 118 points, 16 of those from the Giants Defense...he was able to take down Kyle. Kyle is on a rough road for himself this season. This is now 3 losses in a row for him and puts him at very depressing 1-6 record. Kyle is usually pretty good at this game...so it's surprising that he left 23.50 points on his bench by not playing Josh Downs...especially when Jameson Williams for the Lions put up 0 points. That's a big swing. Nice win Dana! Congrats!

TuPADRE vs LONG LEFT BALLERS

I am so confused. Bebo is 6-1 while Gully is 1-6. I know I have mentioned a few times in the wrap ups, that this season for Gully has been branded - Andy & Son. They drafted together...they sat on the couch scheming and plotting, sometimes even laughing at all of us...and I just keep going back to the fact that we have never seen Gully do this poorly at Fantasy Football...is it the kid? Or has he just lost his touch? Poor draft? You know - If I am honest, I just don't care. That's for him and his son to figure out! Congrats Bebo...keep doing what you are doing!

MOOSES ON THE LOOSES vs MR AWESOME

So, this was a close one. Mitch ended up taking down Mr Awesome by just over 2 points. That means if Geno doesn't throw and INT and Eagles get 1 more sack, then boom...we are talking about how great Gabe is and how he is now on a winning streak. But, instead we are having to say that Mitch is hanging in there and continues to be a threat. Everyone, listen to me! Listen closely! When you match up against The Moose...take this shit seriously. We don't need this guy hanging around and making the playoffs. He's a dangerous individual. You don't want him playing week 14, 15 and 16. You have been warned.

MALIK MY BALLS vs TRADE WITH ME

Gotcha Brett. I have to admit - after the early Sunday games I was a bit worried. Cook with 16, Waller with 15, then Gibbs kept putting up points and ended up with 18 and then Koo kicked that winning field goal to make it 13 for your kicker...but then the afternoon came. Lions 2, Ekeler 4, Watson 2 and throw in the Thursday Ridley play of less that 1 point...and boom...victory! And it looks like I will grab the high point again this week! Not to brag or toot my own horn but "LET'S GO!!!!!" Thanks for a relaxing Monday night!

HOWARD vs BOOMER SOONER

And on this one...we wait. Yes Rob Howard is up 94 to 31 and still has Mattison to play but Stu has Addison, Hockenson, Akers and 49ers Defense...so we wait and watch on MNF. Predictor says Howard wins 104 to 79...but we will wait. Stu was on a great path to winning and then Addison went out...and the 49ers Defense just kept failing. Add to it - Purdy INTs and boom...Howard holds the lead and grabs the win. Sorry Stu...nice win Rob!

SURVIVOR

And it's over for Rob Howard. The Bills go down to the Patriots so we are now left with Scott, Mitch and Gully going into week 8.

CHEERLEADER OF THE WEEK

I know...I know...we have moved on from Minka Kelly but I won high point and I miss her. She is the ultimate cheerleader anyway so she wins this week!

[ofsweetness]

❝  Yes, I got your joke. Because the candles are literally... lit.  ❞  She giggles, rolling her eyes. He's the best. And his bright smile lights up her whole face in one of her own. She can't believe she really gets to have her someday. With the best zombie boyfriend a girl could ask for. "I know, I know you do. And I love your family. Everyone's really nice." A lot nicer than her parents have been with her over the years... But this is a time to celebrate. And with Zed and all their friends she really can.

He expects no less of a compliment from her. So, he's smiling down at her like she's his sun. Which she is to him. Always shining brightly even on her bad days "Are you talking about my joke? Please, tell me you caught the joke." He laughs. "And I appreciate that! My family appreciates that."

[prkjiho]

surf’s up ⇝ closed starter for @adoringaddison​

It was still dark out but dawn was fast approaching. Addison and G had agreed to go surfing since the surf forecast predicted close to perfect waves during this time. He had quietly snuck into the bedroom where Austen and Roman were staying in and tried to wake them up without waking the others. He was met with groans and sleepy waves of a hand, he whispered to them that he was going to go make the coffee and that they had until then to get ready to go to the beach. Eventually they all got to the shore, Austen plopping down on the sand with a blanket over her shoulders and a stainless steel coffee mug in hand and Roman laying next to her, using her as a pillow.

It was a struggle to get those two to this point but he was glad that they were all there even though when Addison was the first to agree to go surfing that he hoped it would just be the two of them. Some other surfers were there too but everyone was pretty scattered down the beach. “Looks like I wasn’t the only one watching the surf report.” He smiled at Addison. “I think these two sleepy heads are fine now. Let’s see who the better surfer is.” G winked and headed toward the water, the waves already calling to him.