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alx-magazine · 6 months ago

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The sky is cotton candy🍦🍭

I lived by One Republic is playing as Sabrina is biking home for dinner.

It's a late 2012 afternoon, the sun is setting, and mom is about to call for dinner; I oughta get there before she starts to worry.

Peddling and peddling, trying to see how fast I can go down the neighborhood hill; I know, I know, there is a fair chance I might bust my face.

Busting through that door, wafting the aroma of sauteed onions and garlic from dinner, "Mom, I'm home !", I say as I'm going to my mom for a side hug, "It all looks lovely !"

"Well I appreciate it sweetie, come on, we're about to pray."

As a family we fold our arms, I volunteer to say the prayer today, "Dear Heavenly Father, thank you for this day-."

Dinner was splendid as usual, rice, feijoada, banana, farofa, barbecue ribs, and a salad on the side.

I ate my plate, and immediately went for another serving. Before running upstairs to go to my room, "Don't forget to do your homework !", my mom exclaims behind me.

I don't do my homework; for the life of me, I can't get myself to, I just want to watch YouTube videos and it's almost bedtime.

Scars to your beautiful by Alessia Cara starts playing as I'm in room picking out what to wear for school tomorrow.

Flipping through my closet, I am looking for what I should wear tomorrow; it's going to be Friday, one of my favorite days ! That means I must put together my best outfit of the week. I decided to go with my black, l love Yoshi shirt, my regular skinny jeans, and some white vans. I straighten my hair a bit more so it doesn't look puffy, I know I won't wake up before school to do it. I wear this outfit quite religiously I'll admit, I feel like I radiate in pretty girl energy when I do so.

My hair is a tangled up, curly mess, I feel like I look so much prettier with it straightened; It's a lot to keep up with but as mom says, "beauty hurts."

Now before bed, I must lastly wash my face so I don't break out, and I'm all good to go !

Lights by Ellie Goulding starts playing as the moon is up, goes down, and the sun comes back up.

It's 7th period science class, the day is almost over and I can't wait for the weekend. Walking down the halls, I see all the various social pools. Popular girls holding hands with delinquent, adolescent boys, then there are my friends and I, nerdy art kids with questionable style, being our loud, annoying selves; the highlight of my school day.

Now I'm on the school bus about to head home, and I know that the moment I drop my backpack off, I'll ask my mom if I can go play outside.

My mom gave me permission and with pure excitement, I hop on my teal Schwinn bicycle with brown leather accents and speed away to my friend April's house.

Castle on the hill by Ed Sheeran starts playing as I am approaching her house.

April is my best friend; we grew up together at church since primary, she's a year younger, we always play outside in her front yard. We loved to draw on the driveway with chalk, pretend we're a part of high school musical, jumping rope, hula hoops, and dancing around.

In the summers past, we'd barely get to play outside together, but some nights we'd have late night talks about silly, sappy things on the swings.

Sometimes her parents don't let her play outside, and I'd throw little pebbles at her window, hoping she'd open it and chat for a little without her parents seeing.

She's so my best friend even if she doesn't go to school with me; but hey, every summer we could always spend girls camp together, much like last summer. This year is going to be my third year and her second year at camp; I'm so looking forward to it !

I just approached her house and it looks like she can't play today, and I feel a bit bummed; sometimes it feels like we can barely hang out outside of church.

Little talks by of monsters and men starts playing as I'm throwing little pebbles at her window.

She opens up her window, looking a bit saddened, I wonder why so.

"Hey ! You okay ?"

She nods her head no and I say "come on out, wanna talk about it ?"

She gives me sorrowful eyes, saying, "I can't.."

"Well hey, we can just talk here then."

That's when she breaks the news to me, "I'm moving this summer, I don't think we'll be going to camp together, but you have my parents number if you ever want to talk, I'll make sure they send your parents our new address, maybe we can send each other letters.."

God this sucks. She's my best friend, I wanted so badly to go to girls camp with her this summer. Summer is so ruined.

I tell her, "Whyyyy ? You're my best friendddd ! Do you know where you're going ?"

She tells me, "I'm not too sure but it might be out of the city or state; you send me letters okay ?

In that moment we locked eyes, you can see that we were about to burst into tears. She starts tearing up some and I give her a hug through the window. Until sunset, we just chat like usual, laughing, and for a moment forgetting about the summer bummer.

Soon after, I hop on my bicycle and bike my way home before dinner starts.

Wake me up by Avicii is playing as I'm speeding down the neighborhood hill on my way to supper.

I felt really bummed all night and all weekend. I feel like there's a massive hole in my heart, and sinking feeling in my stomach, I barely wanted to eat dinner that night.

The weekend has passed and another school week has commenced; you can tell I was a walking bummer with my dreadful demeanor. Dreading class, dreading summer, dreading life...without my best friend.

I still went over to play after school as much as I could until the school year ended. Our parents planned an outing for us before the move in hopes of that cheering us up. Hey, at least I look forward to that.

Shower by Becky G is playing as I'm getting ready, singing in the shower with excitement.

I am wearing my soft blue Old Navy tee with skinny jeans and my white vans, my other best outfit.

We are going to hang out at Menchies to get frozen yogurt.

I see her coming in through that door with her parents, she looks beautiful. I swallow my thoughts, I mustn't look at her that way; she is a white rose , and I, troublesome with my rebellious ways.

Giving her a light hug as she walks in, I welcome her with glee. Our parents leave us be to be young teens, as they go walk around the strip mall, talking amongst themselves.

Us girls, we're just chatting away about our usual discourse, silly shows, silly thoughts, jokes, and feelings. The cotton candy sunset looks so pretty, and our frozen yogurt too sweet, not the best for our teeth, with vibrant flavors and candy toppings.

The table underneath, I felt her hand touch mine for a second, brief, and I felt all air lost; it was a foreign feeling to me. I wonder if she felt something too, I doubt it though , girls are only meant to be friends, nothing more of course.

Girls like girls by Hayley Kiyoko starts playing as I am stunned by these brand new thoughts and feelings.

Underneath the table, I feel her fingers caress mine for a bit. I am shocked, completely. I must be overthinking it all.

Underneath the table once more, her fingers lock mine and stay.

And I feel, I feel something I can't put into words; my breath is lost, yet my pacing heart feels still, when she locks her hand in mine, and her hand stays.

I look at her, still for some reason trying to pretend we're just being friendly, and I ask her, "you think you won't have to write to me for too long ?"...."we'll hang out again, won't we ?"

"For sure, I mean, I'd hope to as soon as possible", she says with her eyes looking at her lap; you can tell, she's deeply saddened by this move, just as I am.

"Sabrina ?" , she says to me, "do you wanna have chat in the girl's room ?"

"-uh, sure !", I say, a bit confuzzled by that random request.

Standing by the soft pink stalls, she grabs my hand, you know I'm feeling it all rush down my body like rain on a car window.

I look at her and feel a bit tense, not knowing what's coming next.

"D-don't hate me okay ?", she says awkwardly before kissing me out of the blue; quite courageous of her.

I looked stunned, with my jaw slightly dropped, and my eyes widened, "A-April...", and before making her feel embarrassed, I grabbed her other hand and kissed her back, I wanted her to know that kissing me was okay. You can see in her face that she felt relieved, "I just wanted to make sure I had the chance to do this before I go.", she told me, trying to downplay as we both did, about how we felt.

I kissed a girl by Katy Perry is playing as we both just had our first kiss ever.

"We ought to get back out there before our parents start to worry.", I tell her as I am nervous about getting caught.

She agrees, we both know that this has to be kept between us; She's already moving far away, I don't want her to also be kept away.

Awkwardly walking out the restroom, we sat back down in hopes that our parents didn't see. I know they should be coming back anytime soon. You can tell just how badly we wanted to hold hands again, maybe even lean on each other's shoulders, and as much as I wanted to... I couldn't risk that.

And as much as we wanted to, I'm glad we didn't.

The store door bell jingles as we see both of our parents walk in not too soon after everything. We both try our best to act like we didn't just kiss each other a few minutes ago.

My mom says, "You girls had fun ?, come on, we have to go soon."

Ughhhh, I'm so not looking forward to being away from her. This has got to be the saddest way to start summer.

Summertime sadness starts by Lana del Rey playing as I am looking out the car window on the way home.

It's officially her last day here, I am outside her driveway, watching all the boxes load up into the truck, she's moving some hours away. "I'm glad we got to chat once more, I'll miss you April, don't forget about me okay ?"

With utmost sorrow, we hug for quite a long time, yet not too long, for we don't want to raise suspicion.

Summer passes, and so does a few years. Years of anguish, rebellion, and unrest within my home. I grew into myself, the shades of the girl I once was, the girl I tried so hard to be, had forfeitted over time.

We wrote to each other for sometime, eventually we started texting; although between my constant grounding and her not being allowed to be on social media, contact had faded, and my curiosity had grew.

Did she forget about me eventually ? Did our friendship just fizzle out from the distance ? Did she just outgrow me over time, had forgotten about that moment we shared at Menchies and grew into a person I no longer recognize ?

Glad you came by The wanted started playing as I am in my cap and gown, taking pictures outside after graduation.

I am taking pictures with family outside, and my high school friends soon after. All day I kept hearing something about this so-called "surprise". I know I am having a graduation party after this but I sure wondered what everyone had been talking about.

And to my surprise, "Sabrina !", I hear a familiar voice. As I am looking around I hear once more, "Sabrina, over here !", and oh my did she blossom.

I see her, I see her, it's her !, "April !", I yell out as we both run towards each other for a long awaited hug.

We both sobbed our eyes out, and to our embarrassment, our families are laughing, smiling as they are taking pictures of us.

"-N-no way !", I am on the floor sobbing, and the sky is cotton candy, just like that day we spent at Menchies.

"Come on, we have a graduation party to attend !", she says with excitement.

She IS the surprise.

Uma Thurman by Fall out boy is playing as we are both throwing down moves at my graduation party.

And underneath the starlit skies, somewhere outside, where only we knew, we kissed, and kissed, like our lips longed for this moment, to coexist.

As we grew older, eventually to branch out and away from our shame, many more late afternoons were spent, and as it was then, it is to this day; The sky is cotton candy 🍦🍭.

Forever stuck in our youth by Set it off is playing as the screen fades to only, soft pink, cotton candy skies.

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amtcurlyq · 2 years ago

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Truth or Dare

The club was in full swing, when we left. Those people dancing must not have jobs or livers. I collapse into the booth before Peter and Gwen. Liz and Harry slide in on my other side. And MJpulls a chair to the booth. The waiter came by and took our orders. Harry tries to fight us on the third pizza but me and MJ knew Peter would inhale one on his own. “Okay,” Harry claps his hands together. “We’re all sufficiently drunk now. Let’s play truth or dare.”

“What?” Asks MJ.

"Isn’t that game for children?” Gwen asks, matter of factly.

“Please don’t get him started,” Liz begs.

“Not if you ask interesting questions,” says Harry.

“Uh oh,” I slur.

“Oh yes,” says Gwen. She’s already got a question lined up. I hope it's not for me.

“Come on,” Harry insists. “No one else has a burning question for someone sitting at this table. Or wanna embarrass somebody.”

“You make truth or dare sound so sinister,” I say.

“Let’s play,” declares MJ. Oh no.

“Why am I so scared now?” Asks Peter.

“You got something to hide, Parker?” Chides Harry.

“You have no idea,” I giggle.

Peter and MJ give me a harsh look that appropriately sobers me. Harry looks between us than at Gwen. “Do you know what that was?”

“Okay,” Gwen concedes. “Fine I’m in. If only to find out what that look was.”

I have to turn away from the heat of Peter’s glare. Peter shrugs. “Let’s play then.”

“Great. Who should go first?” Liz says.

I know that everyone was hyper focused on Peter so I said, “Me. Dare.”

Harry looks me up and down. “I wanna see your phone.”

“What?”

“I dare you to Unlock your phone and let us look around.”

Instant regret. I pull my phone out of my purse, try to think of all the things in there I didn’t want him to see. Harry holds out his hand. I unlock my phone and give it to him. “Have fun.”

Gwen and Liz lean towards Harry. Peter tries to look uninterested but his eyes flit towards the screen. While Gwen seems genuinely uninterested. MJ has no chance of seeing the screen so Gwen narrates for her, “He’s going into her gallery.”

My heart pounds as Harry swipes until he finds something interesting. Peter’s eyes go wide as he takes my phone from Harry. “It’s fine, Peter.” I laugh.

“Ginger-” Peter starts.

“Relax,” Harry tugs the phone from Peter. “There tasteful.” He flips the phone to show everyone the picture of me in my white lacey panties. Liz starts clapping. Peter’s jaw clenches.

“I took those,” MJ points at the phone.

Liz nods, “You did a good job.”

“Thank you,” responds MJ.

Harry hands my phone back. “Okay. I think you definitely earned next pick.”

“Harry, truth or dare.”

“Dare.”

I’m delighted. I didn’t really have a question. I look down at my little black dress. “I dare you to switch clothes with me. Heels and all.”

“Jokes on you. I’ll definitely wear it better.” Harry slides out of the booth. MJ hops out so I can follow him.

Harry’s bachelor look is much more comfortable than it looks. Probably because it was designed for a much taller man than me. I had to button up a few more buttons so the shirt wasn’t open to my navel. His belt hangs around me like a hula hoop. The gang chuckles, when I leave the bathroom but they full on howl when Harry does. I slide in at the edge of the booth now. “This is much more comfortable.” Harry rolls his eyes. Harry kinda looks like a giant in my small clothes. My dress is basically a shirt and if he wasn’t still wearing his boxers he’d be completely exposed. It’s just overall uncool.

The three other people in the restaurant are interested but too drunk or sleepy to give it anymore attention. He can hardly sit down. I’ll never be able to wear it again with him stretching it out. “I can’t breathe.”

“You wanted to play this game,” I say.

I hand Harry back his shoes and jacket. Harry snarks, “And they say chivalry's dead.” He slides my heels back to me under the table. Like I want those back.

“Liz,” Harry snaps and points at her. “Tell us a story.”

Liz complains, “You didn’t even ask me truth or dare.”

“Do you wanna do a dare?” Harry asks.

Liz looks between me and Harry. “No.”

“Tell us the weirdest hook up you ever had.”

“The weirdest,” Liz says to herself. “There was one guy that was really into belly buttons.”

Gwen says, “That’s not too weird.”

“You weren’t there.”

“That’s lame,” Harry says.

“That’s all I got,” Liz says.

“What was he doing? How long?” I ask.

“I don’t know,” she laughs

“Oh my gosh,” I rub my hand down my face.

“Peter,” Liz says. “Truth or dare.”

“Dare.” That was really his only option.

“I dare you to put your underwear on your head.”

“But we’re in public,” Peter complains. Gwen chuckles. Like she was anticipating his humiliation.

MJ shrugs, “You picked dare.” Now Harry and Gwen had to slide out of the booth to let Peter make his way to the bathroom.

I can’t believe he would do it until he showed up. Boxers on those luscious curls. I would be sad if I wasn’t laughing so hard. I do feel bad, when the remaining two people see Peter and start laughing. He stands in front of the booth waiting. Harry scoots down so Peter can sit on the edge. “Now it's your turn to be on display.”

“Who do you want to ask, Peter?” Asks Gwen.

“I don’t really have a question.”

Gwen perks up. “Oh! I wanna ask Ginger something!” Peter acquiesces. “Pick truth. Pick truth.”

“Uhh.” I don’t know if she would ask me anything about Peter. Better be safe. “Dare.”

“I dare you to let me draw on your face,” She says.

“Just don’t put anything-”

“I’m drawing a dick.”

“Nooooo,” I whine.

MJ eagerly digs through her bag. “Ma’ma. Miss! Can we please get a pen, please?” MJ eagerly swings her hands in the air for the waitress’ attention even though we’re the only people in here now.

“Gwen, come on.” I whine

“I’m sorry, Ginger. My hands are tied.”

“You started this!”

Our waitress comes by with a pen, handing it to Gwen. “And now I have to finish it.”

Everyone snickers at me, except for MJ, who doesn’t look up from her phone. “Okay its my turn. MJ, truth or dare?”

“Dare.”

“Hand over your phone.”

“What?”

“I dare you to let me text the last person you did.”

She clenches her phone in her hand. That can't be good. I hold out my hand until she drops it in mine. I see the lock screen. “Unlock it first.” I thrust it back at her just as a text slides across the top of the screen. MJ makes a grab for the phone but I see the name. “Oh my god!” MJ lunges across the table at me.

Gwen and Harry are laughing. “Guys,” Peter tries to reign us in.

To my surprise she doesn’t stop when I wrench the phone out of her grasp. She follows me over the table, landing all her weight on top of me. I shriek. I roll her off the bench and onto the floor. The table tips over in MJ’s attempt to stand. Everyone lifts their feet to avoid the crash. “What the fuck, dude?”

Peter moves the table out of the way.

“Shut up!” MJ pulls my hair and I tumble to the floor after her. I squirm in her grasp as she tries to shake the phone off me.

Peter picks me up out of her grasp. “Give me my phone.”

“Come on, Ginger. This isn’t funny anymore.”

MJ stands up. Peter pulls me behind him but doesn’t let me go. I look him in the eye. “She’s talking to Sally again.”

Peter fully turns to MJ forgetting to hold me prison. “MJ.” His voice is an olive branch but MJ pushes past him to snatch the phone out of my hand.

“Who’s Sally?” Gwen asks.

The silence that night is unbearable. I stare into the darkness, sure MJ is still awake too.

Apparently presence was so offensive, MJ had to leave our room before I even woke up. I couldn’t sit with myself and my thoughts so I leave the room too. I wonder the halls of our hotel until I end up at the laundry room. No one would never look for me in here.

But when I open the door, I find Peter crouched on the floor. “What are you doing in here?”

“What are you doing?” Peter asks.

I just close the door behind me. Peter is still in his pajamas. His three shirts in the laundry.

“I’m sorry Harry told everyone about Vin.” I sit down next to him.

“It’s fine.” He looks me over. “You know maybe embarrassing MJ like that wasn’t the way to go.”

“I wasn’t trying to embarrass her-”

Peter cuts me off with a look.

“I just don’t know what to do. She just keeps going back for more.”

“It’s different for her. I mean there’s just less options and you know how hard it is for her to open up to people.”

“We live in New York. Where is there a better dating pool?” Peter doesn’t respond to me. “If I had done half the stuff to her as Sally, she’d never speak to me again. She just shook me like a soda over her phone.”

Peter is quiet. I know he thinks I’m being unreasonable but he’s just gonna let my denial crash over me. Nope. “Say something!”

Peter sigh, watching his clothes spin in the washer. “What do you want me to say?”

That is unexpectedly dour. Now I’m quiet. “Is everything okay with you and Gwen?”

“Yeah.” Peter’s voice goes up about five octaves.

I give him a look. I take his hand but say nothing. Peter leans his head on my shoulder. I run my thumb over the back of his hand. Peter clears his throat. “I don’t think its gonna work.”

I turn to him. “What’s wrong? One fight isn’t gonna end everything.”

“Gwen’s suspicious. She knows I’m hiding something.”

“Peter?” It hadn’t even occurred to me that Peter hadn’t told Gwen about Spiderman. “It’s been months. How have you not told her?” “She’s a cop,” Peter defends.

“What?” How did I not know that? No, I knew that. Maybe.

“You don’t...no of course you wouldn’t know that.” Peter lifts his head. His hand slips from my grasp.

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means you’ve never made an effort to get to know Gwen. Ever since I started dating her you’ve been avoiding me.”

“No. I haven’t.”

“Ginger, come on. Just because I haven’t said anything doesn’t mean I didn’t notice.”

Shit. I turn away. I’ve experienced too much humiliation in the last twelve hours to expend any energy on this. I can’t confess my love right now. I just can’t.

“What’s going on? Do you not like her? I thought you two got along fine.”

Peter offers me an out and I take it. “I can’t do anything about it if she gives me a bad vibe.”

“A bad vibe?” Peter asks, incredulously.

“I'm a woman. I can’t ignore my intuitions about things.”

Peter rubs his face. “Okay. So, these past months you’ve been avoiding me over a bad feeling.”

“Jesus Christ Peter, not everything is about you. Sorry I can’t revolve my life around you every single day. I don’t know if you’ve noticed but in the last few months my entire life has gone up in flames. I was going to a prestigious school, double majoring, I was engaged. I was gonna be everything I was supposed to be and now I’m sitting here hiding in the laundry room with you of all people. Fuck you. Fuck your laundry. I’m glad that guy stole all your stuff because you’re an asshole, self-righteous, self-obsessed jerk.” I get up and walk out.

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dru-plays-starbound · 1 year ago

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Home That Our Feet May Leave, But Not Our Hearts

Universe: Starbound CW: Swearing, deliberate tense switching Words: 3212 Context: Started for August's monthly prompt: "Home". Finished for the Woe, Cubes be Upon Ye Protectorate Event. Title is from The Poet at the Breakfast Table by Oliver Wendell Holmes Sr. Concrit welcome. Or read on AO3 Tag list (ask for +/-): @jacquesfindswritingandadvice, @writeblrsupport

Somewhere, an alarm is chirping incessantly. Mio pulls the covers up, trying to drown out the sound. "Cadet." The voice has an electronic cadence, devoid of emotion. "Cadet, wake up. I calculate a 99% chance that you will be late if you don't get up now." Mio throws the covers back. "SAIL?" "No. This is your other automated assistant, LIAS." The delivery is almost deadpan. "Oh, very funny," Mio replies, equally deadpan. "You know, I regret ever installing that sarcasm module. Just my luck it was unstable…" The air is the first thing she notices – it's fresh and clear, devoid of the synthetic smell recycled air carries. The light is bright and warm, reflecting off light grey and orange walls. Mio nictitates. "SAIL, what day is it?" SAIL's audio crackles as it plays a snippet from an old movie, "Why, it's Christmas Day!" "Ocean Tides, SAIL!" Mio runs a hand over her face. "Mio, are you unwell? Did you somehow forget today is your graduation day?"

Mio fumbles out of bed and stares at the room. "I think I'm dreaming…" The sunset postcard and hula girl Lonny got from xir sister. Goldwall's maintenance manuals next to Chian's trashy romance novels next to Mio's textbooks. Xilli's turtle plush, Fabian's guitar… It's all exactly as Mio remembers, right down to Chian's clothes spilling out of the drawers. Mio pulls the turtle plush off its shelf, crushing it against her chest. She can feel the soft pile, feel it tickle the membranes of her hands. It even has the little worn spot on the top of its paw that they all rubbed for luck or anxiety. Mio finds herself thumbing it even now. This doesn't feel like a dream, and yet… "SAIL, what the fuck is going on?"

"Mio, I am concerned. I know you have been looking forward to graduation day; however, I recommend you forgo the ceremony and instead get checked out by the medical team." "I feel fine, SAIL. I'm just…" Already the lines are blurring. "I'm confused. I had a dream? The craziest dream. The Protectorate was gone, the Earth was destroyed… I met Grand Protector Bright, and she had me collecting these relics…" Mio shakes her head. "Your vitals seem normal," SAIL says, though its tone is reluctant. "If you are to make Graduation, you must hurry." "Right." So Mio shakes off the remnants of her confusion and hurries. Bathroom ablutions are done in haste, her uniform – perfect from where it was laid out the night before – is donned, and she grabs a slice of cold toast Xilli has left out for her, chewing as she rushes through the halls.

Lonny is the first to see her. Xe waves and laughs as Mio is hustled in with her group. They may be Dorm B, but their outstanding performance means they graduate first. As a diplomat, Mio is their team leader and is hustled right to the front of the queue. "Anxious. Hurry, Mio. The ceremony is about to start," Goldwall says, nudging her through. "Why isss Mio sso late?" Chian hisses as Mio passes. "I had a bizarre dream. SAIL was this close to shocking me awake." Xilli clacks her beak. "Tell us about it later. Did you manage to eat something?" "Yes. I found the toast, thank you!" Xilli nuzzles Mio's fronds. "Someone's got to take care of our Captain." "Not Captain!" Fabian chuckles, his eyes dancing. "Not yet." Because they all know it's coming, Mio thinks as she stands proud at the front of the line, straightening her uniform. The six of them will be deployed to join an existing crew, and in a few years they'll get their own ship, and then she'll be Captain.

There's applause as Grand Protector Portia steps up to the podium and begins her speech. A sense of déj�� vue floods over Mio, like she's heard these words before. "Today, in the name of peace," Portia is saying. Mio's stomach clenches, dread and fear rising. She shakes her head. "You okay?" Fabian whispers into her ear. "I feel strange," Mio whispers back. Fabian squeezes her shoulder. "It's just-" he starts, but a rumble interrupts him. "Huh?" Mio moves instinctively, like she's done this dance before. She spins, shoving Fabian hard. A chunk of concrete drops from the ceiling between them. "Mio!" "Run!" she screams back.

There is nowhere to go but the stage. Mio's running, scooping the Matter Manipulator up, even as Portia, wrapped in the huge tentacle of some giant beast, is shouting at her to run. She's chased down the corridors by screams and the noise of ripping infrastructure, and arrives on the shuttle pad as smaller tentacles worm their way through the building towards her.

SAIL guides her to a waiting hylotl ship, something she can reliably pilot, and she shoves the AI into the ship's waiting port. As Mio runs the start-up procedures, she can't help but wish Lonny was here next to her. Xe's a far better pilot than she is. Her heart twists. She left her crew. Her family. Her love. "Cadet, I have released the shuttle and plotted a route away from the planet. You may launch." Mio's hand wavers. "Mio. Launch." She hits the ignition, and they rise through the atmosphere. "Engaging FTL… Now!" In her haste, Mio has forgotten her seatbelt. She's slammed back into her seat, then forward. Her head hits the console, and everything goes dark.

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Mio wakes with a start, jerking upright, and leaping away from a bed. "SAIL?" she calls, voice tight with panic "Good morning," comes the AI's modulated voice. "Where are we?" "Mio?" SAIL sounds worried. "You are in your dormitory at the Terrene Protectorate Academy." "But we-" Mio turns frantically. Golden light reflects off orange and white walls. "There was-" She pulls the turtle plush down from the shelf, crushing it against her chest and thumbing at the bare spot on its paw. "What the fuck?" "You were dreaming, Mio," SAIL says. "I was just about to wake you. If you do not hurry, you'll be late for your graduation." "The graduation!" Mio's eyes widen. "Tides, I have to warn them! Where's Grand Protector Portia?" "She's currently in her quarters. Mio, what are you talking about?" The turtle plush is thrown onto Xilli's bed as Mio runs out of the room, still in her PJs. "Get Fabian on comms. Tell him to grab the crew and our families and get to a shuttle now." "Mio, I understand the last term has been stressful for you-" "Damnit, SAIL! Just do it!"

Mio slides to a halt in front of the Grand Protector's quarters. Taking a breath, she straightens her pyjama top. From within comes Portia's muffled voice, "For over 500 years, we have stood honourably… No, no. We have stood proud…" Mio rings the bell, and the door hisses open. "Blast, is it time already?" Portia asks. Her white hair is neatly swept back, and her ceremonial uniform is missing the golden epaulettes. She's mistaken Mio for her escort. "Ma'am, no. I'm not here to take you to the ceremony. I'm here to take you to safety." "I beg your pardon?" "My name is Mio. I'm a final-year cadet. This will sound crazy, I'm sure, and I can't explain how I know, but we're going to be attacked." Mio swallows. "You'll say 'we welcome our newest compatriots, and present each of them with our greatest tool' and then a giant tentacle will kill you. Please, I must get you to safety." Portia waits for a second, then laughs. "I commend you, Cadet Mio. Usually, the pranks are after the ceremony. I think this is one for the history books." "Ma'am, please. This isn't a prank. Earth is going to be destroyed. I'm trying to warn you!" Portia gives Mio an indulgent smile. "Listen, Cadet. This is one of the more unique and inventive stories I've been given in my tenure as Grand Protector, so I applaud you for that. But I need to finish getting ready. Come and find me afterwards, eh?" Portia turns away, but Mio sticks her foot in the door. She knows she's not being very diplomatic, but the panic for what's going to happen seems to have robbed her good sense. "Ma'am," Mio says firmly. "There's not going to be an after if we don't act now!" "That's enough, Cadet." Portia has a shock weapon in her hand. Mio can already anticipate what's going to happen but knows she still has to try. She takes a step into the Grand Protector's quarters. "Ma'am, please-" Mio's whole body locks up, muscles frozen from the electrical discharge Portia's just struck her with. Mio hits the ground, and everything goes dark.

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"Cadet. Cadet, wake up." Mio lies in the bed for a moment longer, ignoring the alarm, ignoring SAIL's prodding to rise. Her gaze flits over her surrounds – orange walls, warm sunlight, yellow bedspread – and she sighs. "Hush, SAIL. I'm getting up," Mio says. Mio dresses, eats both slices of the cold toast, and rubs the turtle plush's paw. "It is quite impressive that you can remain so serene when you are running so late. Well done you," SAIL says. Mio says nothing in response, only gives a grim little smile as she exits the dormitory.

"Mio, where are you going?" SAIL says. "The main hall is in the other direction." "I know. Please get Fabian on comms. Tell him to round up the crew and our families, and get them to a shuttle immediately." Mio runs a fond hand over the orange panelling. "Tell him I'm sorry, I won't be joining them." "The message has been sent. Mio, I am concerned. It is unlike you to behave so irrationally." Mio stops at a door, and prises off the keypad's face, fiddling with its innards as Chian taught her. "If something happens once, that's a fluke," she says to SAIL, as she works on the lock mechanism. "If it happens a second time, it's a coincidence. But once something happens a third time, it's a pattern. Agreed?" "Agreed," comes SAIL's cautious assessment. "Then I'm stuck in some kind of time loop. In just under an hour, an eldritch creature is going to obliterate Earth. I don't know why or how this is happening to me, but I've got a chance to stop the beast, so I'm going to take it."

The door hisses open and lights flicker on as Mio walks into a room filled with stacks of weapons and munitions. She walks directly to a cage in the back and picks the lock. "Mio, are you sure you didn't just have a dream?" Mio snorts as she finds what she's looking for – a monstrosity in black and shiny grey. "Yes, SAIL, I had a dream. My dream was to graduate with my friends. To go to the afterparty and introduce my girlfriend to my parents. To have my mother be proud of me. "My dream was to go into space with the people I've spent the last four years training with, to lead them to bold new horizons and share their adventures. "Instead, I end up stranded, Tides' knows where, on a dead ship, all alone. My home, destroyed. Everyone I cared about, murdered. I had to claw my life back, block by block." Mio shoulders the rocket launcher. "The Ruin destroyed my dream. The fuck am I letting it happen again."

It takes longer than Mio would like to get up to the hatch beside the Hall's dome, and many strange looks, but she pulls on the harness, hooks herself onto the safety rail, and starts the climb. The dome is the highest place on the Academy campus. She only knows how to get up here because Whip brought her one morning to watch the sunrise. It had been magical – the golden sunlight glittering off the Thames, turning it into a ribbon of molten gold, and Whip's warm arm around her, protecting her from the wind. The city, unblemished, spreads out before her now, as Mio sets up the rocket launcher. There're no strong, warm arms this time to protect her from the racing wind, and she has to brace herself against the safety rail. SAIL has long since stopped complaining; she can only hope it hasn't sent for Security forces.

The Ruin appears in the blink of an eye. One moment all is serene – the next, the sky is filled with smoke, debris and banded purple tentacles. Through the darkness, Mio sees the glint of something vast and yellow. She aims and fires the rocket launcher. There is an unholy screech. Thick tentacles reach out for her, but she fires again, blasting them apart. The dome shakes. Mio loses her footing. She drops the Ex Machina and watches it skitter away. Something strikes her back. Mio feels the taut safety line snap, and she's plunging towards the edge of the dome. She falls, and everything goes black.

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An alarm chirps. "Cadet-" "Fuck off, SAIL," Mio says, rolling over. "I'm sick."

An hour later, the building shakes. Mio is knocked out of bed. Goldwall's toolbox falls off a shelf and hits her on the head. Everything goes dark.

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"Cadet-" "I had a dream that told me not to graduate today," Mio tells SAIL before it can get any further chivvying her awake. She dresses, eats her toast, and tidies the dormitory. As she's putting Chian's clothes away, Mio smiles, thinking of Freya's tendency to drop her clothes wherever.

Mio takes her time strolling down the corridor, chatting to the graduate students. She fixes the vending machine using a trick Nobu taught her, helps the janitor clear the walkway of blossoms – not unlike sweeping flour from Sparkfoot's galley – and sits under the tree, listening to the second-year recite poetry that reminds her of Sakura's. Mio stays on the bench after the second-year leaves, admiring the view and thinking that Kata would like the wind chimes. Then the beast comes. The tree is uprooted, and a falling branch knocks her unconscious.

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The alarm that woke her was the warning blare of defective machinery. Rather than 'Cadet', SAIL was crying, "Captain! Captain!" The air that greeted her nose was stale, her vision wavering and tinted green as she stared through the darkness at the orange shape flitting distantly. Mio twisted, looking around, trying to figure out where she was. Another flicker, white this time, and closer too. "She's waking up! Get her out of there!" "The mechanism's bust. We'll need to get her out manually." The voices were muted, as if coming through thick glass, or water. Mio nictitated. She pressed her hands against a wall of glass. A tank? Why, by the Ocean Tides, was she in a tank? "Guys!" "I'll do it." Another figure resolved out of the wavering darkness, unmistakably a hylotl by their cyan and lavender markings. Their webbed hands and feet clung to the outside of the tank as they climbed it. Metal reverberated against metal, making the tank shake. Mio gripped the walls, fearful of ending up crushed and cut. But the tank didn't fall. The top was removed, and the other hylotl slid in with her. «Leader,» said the hylotl. Mio nictitated. It had been so long since she'd heard the underwater language, that she struggled to understand them for a moment. «What this?» Mio asked. «Rescue.» The hylotl smiled, achingly familiar. Mio was sure she knew this one, but like spume in a storm, their name escaped her. «Hold still. Many points to remove.» «Points?» The hylotl reached up to her head and pulled something off Mio's scalp. Mio screamed, the tank fluid filling with bubbles as she fought to get away from the searing pain. «Leader, leader, wait,» the other tried to soothe. «No! Pain! Pain!» The other launched themself up, leaning over the top of the tank. "Fife, do you have something that can help?" "Try this." The one in white hands a tube of something to the other. "It's a cream that should make the electrodes come off easier."

Mio's mind whirled as the other hylotl massaged the cream into her fronds, lifting the electrodes from her skull. Fife… Fife is a medic. Fife is her medic. The orange blob resolved itself into the form of an avian… Xictli, Mio's second in command. That makes the hylotl… «Youko.» It's not possible to whisper underwater, so zir attention was on her instantly. «Yes?» Mio nictitated. «Nothing. Continue.» As ze went back to the business of freeing Mio from whatever contraption she'd fallen into, Mio can't help but feel a fluttering in her chest. This is her crew. Her family. They came to rescue her, to take her back to her ship, which she captains. Mio put a hand to her head. Her memories are all so jumbled.

Finally, Youko was done. Ze helped her from the tank and into Xictli and Fife's waiting arms. "What happened?" Mio asked as Fife looked her over. "Your last reported position was just outside this facility." SAIL's words were perfunctory, but its tone was fretful. "You declared your intent to investigate an abandoned apex research facility and shortly afterwards your comms died. I waited three hours, planet time, per our standard procedure, then alerted the crew to your disappearance." "When we arrived," Xictli said, "the place was not as abandoned as expected. We can only surmise you were taken by surprise, captured, and put in this… contraption. I'm sorry it took us so long to find you." "How long?" "A few days." "I can see your vitals are stable," SAIL said, "and aside from some malnutrition, you have no outward signs of injury. Doctor, do you concur?" "I'll do a full diagnostic back on the ship," Fife said. "But from initial evidence, I concur. How do you feel?" Mio opened her mouth, then shut it again and shook her head. "That's fine," Fife said. "It's alright to be confused. I can't imagine what they were doing to you." Yon smiled gently. "Let's get you back home." Mio recoiled. "What?" "To… to the ship?" Fife frowned and glanced at Xictli. "I'm going to need a full workup on what that machine was doing." Xictli ground her beak, hands curling into fists. "I'll bring a team back down after the Captain is safe." Mio closed her eyes briefly. "The base is Miniknog. It's thought reassignment R&D. What-" Her voice stuck in her throat. "What was the programme set to?" Xictli and Youko shared a look. "To assess the subject's perception of 'Home'," Xictli said. Mio nictitated rapidly, flaring her gills. "Of course it fucking was," she said with a choked laugh.

As they rose through the floors of the underground lab, Mio watched her team work on her extraction. They might not be the crew she thought she'd have, and they may not have been the ones she wanted. Nonetheless, they were her crew, the ones she'd chosen, bit by bit. She cared for them – shared their adventures, their triumphs and tribulations. They had, she realised, become as much of a family as her first crew; and her ship as much of a home as the Terrene Protectorate.

#starbound #writing #starbound fanfic #starbound fanfiction #sbprompts23 #theprotectorate23 #wandering words #concrit welcome #Tense switching is *hard*. I'm sure I've screwed up along the way XD #This doesn't feel like one of my better works but maybe I'm just hitting that one curve?#The taste vs ability one. Thus all thoughts welcome #oc mio #mio's crew

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toldyaimaslut759110101698901kk · 1 year ago

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Bed with myself? Nothing but Undressed #groundzero KKK 3rd state of mind && also "Try With Me"

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foreveralwaysanauthor · 2 years ago

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Kona's Basic Info

Name: Kona Elsie Birr

Kona’s faceclaims in the moodboard are not only picked for their appearances, but also for how they portrayed the characters I’ve seen them as. From the left we have Hayley Mills for the 60s (The Parent Trap and Pollyanna), Ami Foster for the 80s (Troop Beverly Hills), Jodie Sweetin for the 90s (Full House), and McKenna Grace for the present (Just Beyond and The Handmaid’s Tale). Also, just putting it out there, but I love McKenna Grace’s song You Ruined Nirvana. It’s worth a listen, in my opinion.

Nicknames: Koko (she hates it because it sounds like a dog’s name), Kone/Kone-head (usually only by her friends), Pua (by her mom, it means "flower"), Keiki (by her dad, it's a fond way to say "child/children" in Hawaiian), and Kokomo (after the restaurant her parents met in and a Beach Boys song)

Age: 14

Date of Birth: November 24

Zodiac: Sagittarius

Birthstone: Topaz and Citrine

Nationality: Hawaiian and Australian

Sexuality: Bisexual

Birthplace: Maui Memorial Medical Center, Maui, Hawaii

Current Residence: Aloha Drive, Brightwater, Saint Pete Beach, Florida

Schooling: Junior High (going from eighth grade to Freshman year of high school)

Occupation: Helping her parents in the record shop they own, selling homemade jewelry and keychains, and being a bad bitch (she claims that’s a full-time job)

Talents/Skills: Kona can tell what song someone is thinking of by listening to them hum it or say a few lyrics, she is insanely flexible, and she knows many traditional Hula dances, her favorite, ironically, being “I Kona”

Birth order: Oldest

Siblings: Kahlia Riley (only younger sister in some AUs)

Parents: Jonathan Birr and Nalani Pelekai

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Height: 5’3” or 161 cm

Eye Color: Green

Hair Color: Blonde (she wants to dye some of it blue or pink, but hasn’t yet)

Glasses or contact lenses: She doesn’t need glasses, but will wear them for fashion

Distinguishing features: Has an old scar on her right knee from taking a nasty fall off her bike as a kid, a freckle on the left corner of her lips, and her left eye is slightly more blue than green, but you can only see it when you’re really close or looking for it.

Mannerisms: Tying knots or braids when she’s bored, bouncing her legs when she sits criss-cross, biting her fingernails (started as a way to piss off her mom and now just does it when she’s nervous)

Health: Prone to nosebleeds, born with one kidney, and is allergic to strawberries

Hobbies: Making friendship bracelets and other jewelry, bowling, embroidering her jeans and sneakers

Greatest flaw (in their opinion): She can be very sassy/sarcastic and it comes across as mean even though she doesn’t mean it that way. She hates when people take her humor/the way she says things the wrong way, but she’s trying to work on it.

Best quality (in their opinion): Definitely her confidence. Kona is very outspoken about who she is and how, if someone doesn't like how she is, they can get out of her life. She was a shy little thing when her family moved away from Hawaii, but now she's back to her confident, sure-of-herself ways. Her parents encourage her to be herself and to be confident in who she is and Kona makes sure everyone is well aware that they can't change her no matter how hard they try.

Biggest fear: Change. She doesn’t like things to change at all, not even her daily routine. It’s something she had major issues with after they moved when she was younger and never quite got over. She likes things just the way they are and always have been, so when something comes along and disrupts the normality she’s used to, she has a really rough time working through it.

Hogwarts House: Gryffindor

Favorite ice cream: Banana (especially if it's covered in rainbow sprinkles)

Favorite color: Blue, but turquoise specifically

Favorite number(s): 2 and 17

Favorite songs: Killer Queen by Queen, Show and Tell by Melanie Martinez, Could Have Been Me by The Struts

Favorite movies: Arrietty, Shrek, The Breakfast Club, My Neighbor Totoro, and Enola Holmes

Favorite TV shows: Brooklyn Nine-Nine, Heartstopper, Derry Girls, The Umbrella Academy, and Killing Eve

Favorite books: Radio Silence by Alice Oseman, The Sun and the Star by Rick Riordan, The Maze Runner by James Dashner, Pretty Dead Queens by Alexa Donne, and This Book Won’t Burn by Samira Ahmed

Favorite video games: Hogwarts Legacy, Hollow Night, and Fall Guys

A musical they like: Mean Girls (purely for the drama, but she also just straight-up loves the songs Revenge Party, I'd Rather Be Me, and, believe it or not, Sexy)

A place they want to visit: Hollywood and Tokyo, Japan

#Kona Birr #character info #Kona

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nightfall-by-jacqui-natla · 1 year ago

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18. LENORE

THE KHOTLERS' FAMILY MANSION WAS ALIVE with the hum of excitement and the occasional burst of laughter, bouncing off the high ceilings and echoing through the grand hall. Tonight was game night, as Rhona pointed out back at the forest, a cherished tradition in my new vampire family, and the game of choice was Pictionary. No fangs, no gothic imagery, just pure, unadulterated fun.

As I walked into the drawing room, the warm light from the chandeliers played off the rich, dark wood of the furniture, giving the space a cozy yet elegant feel. The room was dominated by a large fireplace, its flickering flames casting a welcoming glow. An enormous whiteboard had been set up on an easel, and the coffee table was strewn with markers, erasers, and a stack of cards bearing the game's prompts.

Gabriel and Helena were arranging the furniture, making sure everyone would have a clear view of the board. Helena, her blonde hair cascading over her shoulders, caught my eye and smiled. "Violet, come join us! We're about to start."

I felt a flutter of nerves and excitement as I took my place beside her. The teams were already divided: girls against boys, a setup that had apparently been in place for centuries. Gabriel, with his effortless charm, winked at us as he joined the other side with Joseph and Simon. Rhona and Alana exchanged a determined look, while Ethan bounced on his toes, eager to begin.

"Okay, everyone knows the rules," Helena announced, her voice commanding attention. "We have one minute to draw and guess the word on the card. No letters, no numbers, and definitely no cheating." She gave Joseph a pointed look, which he returned with an exaggerated expression of innocence.

"I never cheat," Joseph retorted, glancing at me. "She just thinks I do."

"I know you cheat," Helena laughed, setting the tone for a night of friendly competition.

The game began with Alana stepping up to the board. She drew a card, glanced at it, and immediately set to work. Her strokes were quick and sure, and soon we were shouting out guesses.

"Tree!" Rhona called out.

"Forest!" I added, but Alana shook her head vigorously and drew a couple of squares at the bottom.

"Christmas!" Helena shouted, and Alana beamed, nodding enthusiastically. The girls cheered, and the boys groaned good-naturedly.

Next up was Simon. He drew a card, gave a dramatic sigh, and started to draw what looked like an abstract mess of lines. Gabriel and Joseph squinted, trying to make sense of it.

"Is it... a maze?" Gabriel guessed. "Fog?"

"Spider web!" Ethan suggested, his young face scrunched in concentration.

Simon shook his head, erasing furiously before starting again. Finally, Joseph shouted, "Tornado!" and Simon threw up his hands in triumph. The boys whooped and high-fived.

As the game continued, the room filled with laughter and playful teasing. Rhona's turn had us in stitches as she tried to convey "elephant" with what looked more like a deformed horse, and Joseph's attempt at "ballet dancer" ended up looking like a stick figure doing karate.

When my turn came, I felt a rush of nervous energy. I drew a card and tried to keep my face neutral as I read the word: "rollercoaster." Taking a deep breath, I started drawing the tracks, the loops, and the little cars with stick-figure passengers.

"Train!" Helena guessed. "Racing cars!"

"No, it's a rollercoaster!" Alana shouted and the the girls erupted in cheers.

"Well done, Violet!" Rhona exclaimed, giving me a high-five. I felt a surge of pride and belonging.

As the night wore on, the competition grew fiercer, but the laughter never stopped. Gabriel's exaggerated charades while drawing "tap-dancing" had us all in tears, and Alana's artistic masterpiece of "hula hoop" was met with raucous applause. Even Ethan, who was often quiet, came alive with excitement, his guesses and drawings adding to the lively atmosphere.

By the end of the game, the score was tied, and it all came down to one final round. Helena stepped up for the girls, her expression determined. She drew her card, gave a nod, and began to draw. Her strokes were confident, and soon she had sketched out a picture that was both intricate and clear.

"Is it... a concert?" I guessed.

"No, it's a... theater!" Rhona tried, but Helena shook her head, urging us to keep guessing.

"Parade!" Alana shouted, but time was running out.

"Festival!" I finally figured out just as the timer buzzed, and Helena dropped the marker with a triumphant grin.

"Correct!" she announced, and the girls erupted into cheers, jumping up and down in celebration. The boys groaned, but their smiles betrayed their enjoyment of the night.

"Well played, ladies," Gabriel said, wrapping an arm around Helena and pulling her close. "How about another game? Any suggestions?"

"Charades?" Ethan requested and we all agreed to play it.

"Alright, everyone," Gabriel called out, his deep voice commanding attention. "Let's split into teams. We'll draw names to mix things up."

Helena held out a bowl filled with slips of paper. We each drew a name, and soon the teams were formed. I ended up with Gabriel, Rhona, and Ethan, while Helena, Joseph, Simon, and Alana made up the other team.

"May the best team win," Helena said with a wink.

"We intend to," Rhona replied with a mischievous grin, making us all laugh.

Gabriel stepped up first for our team. He drew a card and studied it briefly before launching into his performance. He began miming driving a car, then started to flail his arms wildly.

"Car crash!" Ethan shouted immediately.

Gabriel pointed at Ethan with a proud smile, and we all cheered. The opposing team clapped politely, but I could see the determination in their eyes.

Next up was Helena. She drew a card, glanced at it, and began her act. She mimed picking up something heavy and throwing it repeatedly.

"Is it weightlifting?" Simon guessed, but she shook her head.

"Shot put!" Alana guessed, and Helena nodded vigorously. Their team cheered, and the game was off to a competitive start.

Rhona was next for us. She drew her card, smirked, and started her performance with exaggerated sneaking motions. Then she pretended to tiptoe and look around nervously.

"Spy?" I guessed, and she nodded, grinning broadly. Our team whooped and clapped, high-fiving each other.

As the rounds continued, the room filled with laughter and friendly banter. Joseph's turn had us all in stitches as he tried to convey "octopus" by waving his arms wildly, and Alana's attempt at "juggling" was a comical masterpiece of pretend dropping balls.

When it was my turn, I drew a card and felt a flutter of nerves. "Astronaut." I took a deep breath and began miming the slow, deliberate movements of walking in zero gravity, then pretended to float.

"A ghost?" Rhona guessed, her head tilted in concentration.

"No, it's an astronaut!" Helena shouted, clapping her hands in delight as the rest of our team cheered. I felt a surge of pride and relief.

"You're a natural, Violet," Gabriel said, giving me a reassuring pat on the back.

As the game went on, the competition grew fiercer. Helena's turn to mime "tightrope walker" had us all on the edge of our seats as she pretended to balance precariously, and Simon's "opera singer" involved such dramatic gestures and silent singing that we couldn't stop laughing.

Ethan's enthusiasm was infectious. When it was his turn, he drew a card and began miming with fervor. He pretended to hold a fishing rod and reel something in with great effort.

"Fishing?" Gabriel guessed, but Ethan shook his head, continuing to pull with exaggerated difficulty.

"Catching a big fish?" Joseph tried, and Ethan nodded, grinning from ear to ear. Their team celebrated loudly, and Ethan's eyes sparkled with pride.

As the night wore on, the score remained close. It all came down to one final round. Helena stepped up for her team, drew a card, and started miming. She mimed stirring something in a pot and then pretended to take a taste.

"Cooking?" Alana guessed.

Helena shook her head and added more actions, pretending to chop ingredients and mix them vigorously.

"Baking a cake!" Rhona shouted, and Helena nodded with a big smile. Their team erupted in cheers, and we applauded their win.

"Great job, everyone," Gabriel said, his voice full of warmth and pride. "That was a close game."

"Next time, we'll get you," Rhona teased, her eyes twinkling with competitive spirit.

As the excitement wound down, we gathered around the fireplace, sharing stories and laughter. The sense of camaraderie was palpable, and I couldn't help but feel a deep sense of gratitude for this newfound family. They had accepted me, embraced me, and made me feel like one of their own.

Ethan settled beside me, his eyes bright with excitement. "That was so much fun, Violet! You were amazing at guessing."

"Thanks, Ethan," I said, ruffling his hair affectionately. "You were great too. I think you're the real Charades champion here."

He beamed at the praise, and I felt a warmth in my chest that had nothing to do with the fire. This was home. These were my people.

As the night drew to a close, we tidied up the remnants of the game and prepared to retire. Helena and Gabriel shared a tender moment by the fireplace, their love for each other evident in every glance. Simon and Alana, arm in arm, whispered softly, their bond as strong as ever. Joseph and Rhona were still bickering playfully about some long-forgotten game, their laughter echoing through the room.

I took a moment to soak it all in, feeling the weight of centuries of tradition and the joy of new memories being made. Game night at the Khotlers was more than just a way to pass the time; it was a celebration of family, of connection, and of the ties that bound us together.

But then, I spotted a raven resting on the window sill. Its dark feathers glistened in the moonlight, its eyes piercing and wise. The raven seemed to be observing us, as if it knew the significance of our gathering. It was a reminder that even in moments of happiness and togetherness, there was always a hint of mystery and the unknown.

Strangely, my mind drifted back to my human days at Forks High, sitting in English class. I recalled Mr. Mason — was that his name? — assigning us to choose a favorite poem to recite in front of the class; I had chosen Edgar Allan Poe's "The Raven," naturally.

I tried to recall the poem's opening line in my head.

"Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary..." The words echoed in my mind as I watched the raven outside, feeling a strange sense of connection to the bird and to the poem itself.

Reflecting on Poe's life, I pondered the tragedies he endured: the loss of both parents at a young age, his foster mother's death at twenty, and his wife Virginia succumbing to tuberculosis. These heartbreaks fueled his fixation on death, evident in his literary works.

Contemplating further, I envisioned a hypothetical scenario where Poe encountered a vampire, an immortal being untouched by death.

In this imagined encounter, Poe would be both fascinated and repulsed by the vampire's eternal existence. The vampire, with its pale skin and piercing eyes, would embody the very essence of death that Poe was so captivated by. The two would engage in deep conversations about mortality, immortality, and the human condition.

But then, a thought struck me. If the vampire were to offer Poe the gift of immortality, would he accept or would he simply refuse it?

As I continued to watch the raven perched on the window sill, a name suddenly popped into my head.

"Lenore," I whispered, as if the bird could hear me. It seemed fitting, considering the connection I felt to Edgar Allan Poe's poem.

Lenore, the raven, and I were all intertwined in this moment of mystery and the unknown. I couldn't help but feel a sense of foreboding. Was it a sign of something ominous to come, or simply a coincidence? I shook off the feeling, choosing instead to focus on the warmth and love that filled the room.

Lenore had flown off into the night, leaving behind a sense of mystery and intrigue. But as I looked around at my family, I knew that no matter what challenges lay ahead, we would face them together, united by love and laughter. And as we parted ways, I couldn't help but feel grateful for the bonds that held us together, stronger than any darkness that may come our way.

The next day, a thick blanket of clouds veiled the sky, concealing the radiant sunlight from my sight. With a thirst that gnawed at my insides, I ventured out into the wilderness, seeking solace in the hunt for an unsuspecting animal, perhaps a graceful deer. In the depths of my mind, a flicker of hope ignited, yearning to cross paths with Lenore, the enigmatic raven. Yet, a lingering doubt lingered, whispering in my ear, questioning how I would discern if fate had indeed brought us together once more.

As I trudged through the dense undergrowth, the silence of the forest enveloped me, broken only by the occasional rustle of leaves under my feet. The air was heavy with anticipation, as if nature itself held its breath, waiting for the moment when destiny would reveal its hand.

"Violet?"

Bree's voice reverberated in my mind. I frantically scanned the forest, but there was no sign of her. Then, the realization struck me - she was gone. The weight of my solitude pressed down on me, threatening to crush me under its heavy burden. I pushed forward, determined to find some semblance of purpose in this desolate landscape.

As I continued my journey, the clouds above began to darken, threatening to unleash a torrent of rain upon me. Eventually, I spotted a deer, grazing peacefully in a small clearing. Its elegant form and gentle demeanor captivated me, and I felt a surge of gratitude for the opportunity to witness such beauty in the midst of my desolation.

With cautious steps, I approached the deer, my heart pounding in my chest. I could feel the intensity of its gaze as it turned its head to meet my eyes. In that moment, a connection formed between us, a silent understanding that transcended words. I reached out my hand, hoping to touch its soft fur, but it gracefully stepped back, as if reminding me of the boundaries between our worlds.

And without hesitation, I seized its neck and sank my teeth into its flesh, savoring the taste of animal blood. The metallic tang filled my mouth, momentarily satisfying my insatiable thirst. The deer struggled weakly in my grasp, its eyes wide with fear and pain. Guilt washed over me, but I pushed it aside, reminding myself of the necessity of survival in this unforgiving world.

As I fed, a sense of primal satisfaction washed over me, momentarily drowning out the doubts and uncertainties that plagued my mind. The rain began to fall, a steady rhythm that matched the pounding of my heart. The forest around me seemed to come alive, the droplets of water dancing on leaves and creating a symphony of sound.

But amidst the chaos of nature's orchestra, a familiar caw pierced through the air. I froze, my senses heightened as I strained to locate the source of the sound. There, perched on a nearby branch, was Lenore, her ebony feathers glistening in the rain.

A surge of hope and disbelief coursed through me, as if fate had finally answered my silent plea. Lenore's eyes met mine, and in that moment, I knew. This was no mere coincidence. Our paths had crossed once again, and this time, I would not let her slip away.

With renewed determination, I released the deer from my grip, its lifeless body falling to the forest floor. Lenore watched me intently, her gaze filled with a mix of curiosity and understanding. I approached her cautiously and, as I drew nearer, Lenore spread her wings, a gesture that seemed to invite me closer.

I reached out tentatively, my fingers brushing against her sleek feathers. A surge of electricity coursed through me, a connection that transcended the boundaries of the natural world.

Yet, as darkness slowly enveloped us, Lenore remained unfazed. It was as though the darkness held a familiarity for her, a comfort in the unknown.

"Greetings," a man's voice broke the silence.

Startled, I turned to face the source of the voice, my hand still outstretched towards Lenore. Before me stood the man, his features unmistakable. I recognized his oblong face, the thick dark hair, and the beard that covered his neck. His eyes glowed a deep crimson, fixed on me. Clad in a vintage suit of rich purple with intricate black patterns, he looked more suited for a grand masquerade than a stroll in the woods.

His presence exuded an air of mystery and power, leaving me both intrigued and wary.

"Who are you?" I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.

The man smiled, revealing a row of perfectly white teeth. "I am known by many names, but you may call me Ingram," he replied, his voice smooth and velvety, like the sound of a distant violin.

My amber eyes flickered at the mention of the name. Thoughts of Joseph's past, particularly of his brother, Ingram, flooded my mind.

Ingram's smile widened at my recognition, his eyes gleaming with a mixture of amusement and something darker. "Ah, I see you have heard of me," he remarked, his voice tinged with a hint of satisfaction.

I felt a shiver run down my spine, a sense of unease settling in the pit of my stomach. Ingram's presence felt both alluring and dangerous, like a predator disguised in the guise of a charming gentleman.

Lenore shifted beside me, her feathers rustling softly as if sensing the tension in the air. I glanced at her, seeking reassurance in her familiar presence, but even she seemed wary of the man before us.

Ingram's gaze lingered on me, his smile unwavering. "You are exquisite, breathtaking," he murmured, his voice low and hypnotic. "At first glance, I believed I had let my creation escape my grasp."

I felt more shiver run down my spine at his words, unsure of what he meant by "creation." My mind raced with questions, but before I could voice them, Lenore let out a soft, melodic chirp, breaking the tension in the air.

Ingram's gaze shifted to Lenore, his eyes softening as he reached out a hand to gently stroke her feathers. "Ah, Lenore, as she calls you," he said fondly, "You've done well."

I watched in confusion as Lenore nuzzled into Ingram's touch, seemingly at ease in his presence. It was as if she knew something I didn't, something about this man that made her trust him.

Ingram turned his attention back to me, his smile now tinged with a hint of mischief. "You must have so many questions, my dear," he said, his eyes twinkling with a mysterious light.

"Whoa, what's with the 'my dear' thing?" I suddenly exclaimed.

Ingram chuckled softly, his gaze never leaving mine. "Just a term of endearment, my dear," he replied smoothly. "But I understand if it makes you uncomfortable. I can assure you, I mean you no harm."

I couldn't help but feel a sense of unease at his words. There was something about him that seemed off, something that made my instincts scream at me to be cautious. But Lenore seemed to trust him, and I couldn't ignore her intuition.

Taking a deep breath, I finally spoke up. "What do you mean by 'creation'?" I asked, my voice steady despite the nerves that were beginning to creep in.

Ingram's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with a mix of pride and excitement. "Ah, my dear-"

"Quit calling me 'dear' and get to the point!" I interrupted, my impatience getting the better of me.

Ingram's expression faltered for a moment, but he quickly regained his composure. "Apologies, my apologies," he said, his tone slightly strained. "To answer your question, 'creation' refers to what humans would classify as 'shadow creatures'."

Recalling my previous research on shadow creatures and Joseph's stories of Ingram's fascination with shadows and darkness in his human life, I pondered the implications of his words.

His nod was accompanied by a mischievous glint in his eyes, as if he was delighted by my deduction. "Very perceptive," he said, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "I have the ability to bend shadows to my will, to create and control these shadow creatures."

I couldn't help but shudder at the thought of such power. It was both fascinating and terrifying at the same time. The raven's trust in him suddenly seemed even more significant, as if she had sensed the depth of his abilities.

"Is Lenore one of your creations too?" I asked, my curiosity overpowering my unease.

Ingram's grin widened even further, his pride evident in his posture. "Indeed, Lenore is one of my most recent creations," he confirmed, his voice filled with a mixture of affection and possessiveness. "I was journeying through North America a few months back. I stumbled upon a dying fire where I discovered they were ashes from the vampires. I couldn't resist the opportunity. I used my powers over shadows to breathe new life into them, transforming them into something entirely different."

My mind raced with questions, trying to comprehend the extent of Ingram's abilities. "So, Lenore is a vampire turned shadow creature?" I asked, my voice barely concealing my astonishment.

"Precisely, Violet," Ingram replied, his tone filled with certainty.

My breath caught in my throat as I processed his response. Before I could fully react, a realization struck me. "Wait a minute, I never told you my name."

Ingram's smile grew slightly, a glimmer of amusement in his eyes. "You're right, you didn't. But my brother called out your name, and you reacted."

Suddenly, a memory flashed in my mind...

The scent of blood hung heavy in the air, intoxicating and irresistible. It mingled with the earthy aroma of the surrounding forest, creating a heady cocktail that fueled my desire. It was a scent that triggered a primal response, awakening the ancient instincts that lay dormant within me.

Halting suddenly, I fixated my gaze upon the unsuspecting human, my predatory instincts kicking in as my body coiled, ready to strike. However, just as I was about to unleash my attack, my attention was diverted by a mysterious presence concealed within the dense greenery.

Emerging from the shadows was a figure, shrouded in a mystifying silhouette resembling that of a man, his eyes emanating an eerie crimson glow. The details of his attire and appearance remained elusive, leaving me intrigued and uncertain.

Silently, his gaze shifted from the injured cyclist to me, as if we shared a common prey that one of us would ultimately feast upon. Despite my instincts screaming at me to flee, I found myself inexplicably drawn to him, a strange sense of curiosity and fascination taking hold of me.

Instead of either of us making a move towards the cyclist, we stood there, locked in a gaze, as if engaged in a silent battle of wills.

I could feel the power emanating from him, a force that both intrigued and intimidated me. His presence seemed to command respect and fear simultaneously, a paradox that left me feeling both drawn to him and wary of his intentions.

As we stood there, a silent understanding passed between us, a recognition of each other's strength and capabilities. It was as if we were two predators sizing each other up, each waiting for the other to make the first move. And yet, there was a strange sense of camaraderie in that moment, a shared understanding of the primal instincts that drove us both.

Time seemed to stretch endlessly as I stood there, lost in a whirlwind of emotions. Soon enough, Gabriel, Joseph, and Simon caught up with me, their voices harmonizing in a chorus of concern. "Violet, please, just stop!" Joseph's voice boomed with authority, yet beneath the surface, I sensed his own frustration and exasperation...

I was taken aback by this revelation, my mind racing to that moment in my new life. It was as if we were living in a small world, and it seemed like it. The realization sent shivers down my spine, a mixture of awe and unease.

Ingram, sensing my apprehension, took a step closer, his eyes filled with a mixture of understanding and reassurance. "Do not be afraid, Violet—."

"It was you I saw at Epping Forest?" I immediately accused.

Ingram's eyes widened in surprise, his grin fading slightly. "Yes, it was me," he admitted, his voice tinged with a hint of guilt. "I apologize for not revealing myself sooner. I wanted to observe you, to see if you were truly worthy of my trust."

The pieces of the puzzle began to fall into place. The encounter in Epping Forest, the mysterious figure watching me from the shadows from outside the mansion — it had all been him. The realization left me both intrigued and unsettled.

Ingram took a step closer, his presence commanding yet strangely comforting. "I assure you, Violet, my intentions were never malicious."

A mix of emotions swirled within me, making it difficult to form coherent thoughts. "But why?" I managed to ask, my voice barely above a whisper.

Ingram's expression softened, his eyes filled with a depth of emotion I couldn't quite decipher. "Because—."

Before he could finish his sentence, the sound of approaching footsteps reached our ears, and it seemed he noticed it too.

Ingram's eyes darted towards the source of the noise, his face contorting into a mix of concern and urgency. "I better leave," he said to me.

I watched as he quickly turned and disappeared into the shadows, leaving me standing there, my mind reeling with questions and confusion. What was he about to disclose before the interruption? Despite the uncertainty, a part of me couldn't help but feel an inexplicable pull towards him, yearning more for his presence.

"Hey, Violet!" Joseph's voice called out to me. Oh no. Ingram's brother was approaching me. I needed to compose myself before he jumped to any conclusions. "I'm glad I found you, because I thought—."

I quickly plastered a smile on my face, trying to push aside the lingering thoughts of Ingram. "Hey, Joseph! What's up?" I asked, hoping to divert his attention away from the mysterious encounter I had just experienced.

"Are you okay?" he inquired. "You look like you've seen a ghost."

I chuckled nervously, trying to shake off the lingering effects of my encounter with Ingram. "Oh, you know me, always getting lost in my thoughts," I replied, hoping my casual tone would convince Joseph that everything was fine.

Joseph raised an eyebrow, clearly not convinced by my response. "Hmm... anywhere, Gabriel has something to share with us."

"What is it?" I asked, to shift the focus of the conversation.

"A surprise. He wants the entire family to be present."

As Joseph and I made our way back to the mansion, my mind couldn't help but wander back to the interrupted conversation with Ingram.

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masked-feature · 2 years ago

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🥀...LEARN THE ABCs: MYRA

masterlist

A - "Are we really doing a performance on roller skates? This is a recipe for disaster."

B - "But why did you think it was a good idea to climb up to the roof and sing to the birds? You could have fallen and broken your neck."

C - "Can someone please explain to me why we're dressed as giant fruit for this photoshoot? I'm concerned for our image."

D - "Did you really just try to jump over a moving car for the sake of a TikTok challenge? This is not worth a broken leg."

E - "Everyone thinks it's hilarious that we're wearing matching animal onesies for our next stage. I'm just worried we'll look like a zoo."

F - "Fan chants are one thing, but did we really have to learn a dance routine involving synchronized cow milking? This is getting out of hand."

G - "Getting tattoos of each other's faces is not a bonding activity, it's a cry for help."

H - "How did we end up with a pet alligator in our dorm? And why is someone trying to teach it how to do aegyo?"

I - "I can't believe you convinced the rest of the members to do a photoshoot in a haunted asylum. This is not a good look for us."

J - "Just because we're idols doesn't mean we're immune to the laws of physics. Jumping off a roof onto a trampoline is not safe, guys."

K - "Kpop is supposed to be about music and performance, not dangerous stunts and questionable fashion choices."

L - "Let's be real, our manager is never going to let us perform with live snakes. This is just a recipe for disaster."

M - "Myra's the name, sanity is my game. Can we please refrain from doing anything that could potentially land us in the hospital?"

N - "No, we can't do a performance on a bouncy castle. That's a lawsuit waiting to happen."

O - "Okay, I know we're trying to be edgy and unconventional, but getting matching face piercings is not the way to go."

P - "Pranks are fun, but pretending to be kidnapped for a vlog is not a good idea. People will take this the wrong way."

Q - "Quick, someone grab a fire extinguisher! Who thought it was a good idea to light sparklers on stage?"

R - "Rumor has it that we're planning a skydiving performance. I'm not sure if this is a joke or not."

S - "Singing upside down while suspended from the ceiling is not a talent, it's a death wish."

T - "The choreographer suggested that we dance with giant hula hoops. This is a disaster waiting to happen."

U - "Underneath the craziness, we need to remember that we're role models for our fans. Let's not do anything that could set a bad example."

V - "Very concerned about our next comeback concept. Are we really doing a tribute to the Spice Girls? I have so many questions."

W - "Who thought it was a good idea to take a bath in a tub full of glitter? We're going to be finding glitter in our hair for weeks."

X - "X marks the spot for our next music video shoot. We're apparently doing a pirate theme. This is going to be interesting."

Y - "You know what would be really wild? If we actually did a performance where we just sang and danced without any gimmicks."

Z - "Zero will to live right now but I'm gonna snooze that notification for now 'cause my members are dying."

a/n: she may act sane, but when she gets going, she should be contained.

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thatoneadhdseabunny · 10 hours ago

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My Favorite Place

Miami looks back on fond memories, before looking at future ones too.

Paradise

“Five, Six, Seven, Eight” I swayed my hips just like I was supposed to, trying to concentrate on what my mind was used to as a dancer. Every movement tacked to a number one to eight. My face soured, and the teacher stopped the music, nodding as she put a finger to her chin. “Would you like me to start again?” I nodded, trying my best not to pout. I don’t want to come off as too unprofessional. My father’s had me dancing since I was young. No way I’m going to pout when I don’t get it perfect first try. I settled into the starting pose, toe pointed, arms up, bent at the elbow slightly, standing leg bent the same way, and-“Five, Six, Seven, and, One-!” I started, hips saying to the beat, grass skirt matching my skin burn with an itch but, I knew I’d worn worse. The music stopped abruptly, and my head turned to the hula teacher, her kind eyes trained on me, as finally she said:

“I know what the issue is.” She said.

“I would’ve gotten it that time.” I protested weakly. She shrugged as she floated ever to me, her soft hands finding a perch on my shoulder.

“Have you taken dance classes before?” She asked, voice as calm and soothing as a mother’s. Not my mother, but similar. Kinder, almost.

“Most of my life, yes.”

“Alright. Well, can i ask you something?”

“Go ahead.

“Why are you learning the Hula dance?

“Dance is something I’ve always been familiar with. I’m usually able to dance, no problem.” I felt a seed of guilt in my gut, as there was another sweet, and funny reason, who just happened to tack on a please to his questions and I was practically putty in his hands.

“ah, but can you tell stories?” The question brought me back from my thoughts of his eyes, blue as cornflowers staring into mine and making my heart race. Storytelling though? Not my forte.

“Uhm… I’m not the best at it.” I admitted, and she nodded, eyes shifting towards the window as she started into the true blue ocean surrounding Love~Love Paradise.

“There lies the problem, then…” She mumbled, before turning back to me, as I tilted my head.

“I’m not quite sure I understand…” i said carefully as she laughed.

“Most who’ve been predisposed to dancing have trouble with the Hula. Think about your intentions, your story, instead of your steps, or technique.” She instructed, as I nodded, looking into the mirror as I got into my starting pose.

“uhm… if I’m supposed to tell the story, then… what if I just listened to the music?” I asked after another failed try. The teacher nodded, motioning for her to sit down. I did, closing my eyes and listening out for the feelings conveyed in the melody. I looked up at the teacher as the song was done. “ a song about love?” I asked softly, and a slow smile crept onto the woman’s face as she nodded slowly.

“Now, try it again. Remember, it’s value is not in how skillfully you pull it off, or the numbers you attach to each step. Tell the audience your story.” She said, as I started.

the music started flowing from the record on the player and I closed my eyes, thinking about Garroth as I did. The moves flowed. Like the light blue water of the paradise I’d somehow found myself in. My body moved as if carried by the current, and I smiled as a pair of blue eyes worked their way into the black abyss behind my eyes, guiding me through the steps as thoughts of him filled my mind.

As the music stops, I open my eyes, and my teacher is grinning from ear to ear, I opened my mouth to ask her if I did better that time, and she simply said: “There it is.”

I grinned at Garroth, helping him pack his suitcase as he talked about our little hula show for our friends.

“i mean, we did great! My hips were moving so hard they couldn’t be lying!” Garroth said as he threw a T-shirt on top of everything, stuffing some memorabilia into the pockets. I laughed, cheeks warming a little as the sun shone through, his eyes little pools of water I wouldn’t mind spending all day in. If not a lifetime.

“You are so cute…” I mumbled. Garroth’s blue eyes shot to mine.

“wh-what?” He asked, and I froze. Crap

“I-I mean-um, what did you do with your bathing suit? I-I have no clue where to put it, y’know? Do we get to keep it?” I asked, as he flipped suitcase shut so I could sit on it.

“Erm, y-yeah. I kept mine, so- uh- I think you should probably keep yours.” He said, the tips of his ears turning red as he focused on zipping his suitcase before he looked away

Of course his ears turn red. I smiled, hopping off his bed as I patted his shoulders.

“C’mon big guy, let’s go get my suitcase done.” I said, taking his hand and dragging him down the stairs to the couch where my suitcase lay. If this vacation had taught me anything, it was that when feelings were involved, risk just comes with the territory.

Don’t worry, I’ll tell him… eventually.

Hey All! Hope you enjoyed! Here’s a deleted scene! (Maybe) This one is an interesting one because it kind of hangs in the balance of being deleted, and staying in the story 😅

Anyway, hope you enjoyed, and I love you, in case no one’s told you today :)

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