#lena's space log

[mycatismyeditor]

DAY 10… ON EARTH

Lena gets a new project to help keep her occupied.

Art by the incredible @rustingcat

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[rustingcat]

Apparently it's international cat day, so the perfect excuse to draw Ripley cause I miss her♥️🐱

[fionnemrys]

There's a Cat in the TARDIS

What if, one day, a cat just wanders into the TARDIS and never leaves?  

(I feel like the Doctor would get along swimmingly with a cat. He would absolutely just talk to her like she was any other person.)

The Doctor greets her amiably. “Hello! How’d you get in here?”

The cat, a ginger tabby with sparkling green eyes, looks at him enigmatically.

“I always wanted to be ginger,” he says as he frowns at a lock of very not-ginger hair. “You’re very lucky.”

She head-butts his leg.  He scritches her behind her ears.

“You know, every ship should have a cat. I can’t believe I’ve never thought of this before. Would you like to be my Ship’s Cat?”

“Mrr,” she says as she rubs against his leg.

“Brilliant! Do you have a name?”

“Mrrp?”

“No? Would you like one?”

“Meow.”

“Hmm. Okay then. Jonesy? No. He was a great ship’s cat but that movie was racist. How about Goose? No, you don’t really look like a Goose. Chewy? Nah. Oh! How about Ripley? I read a story once about a cat named Ripley. She was brilliant! Lived on a space station with her two mums.”

Ripley jumps up onto the console, accidentally sending them to [someplace/somewhen cool].

After banging about together for a couple of days, they make it back to the TARDIS.

"That was brilliant!" the Doctor exclaims.

"Let's have another go!" and invites Ripley up onto the console again.

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@mycatismyeditor, I hope you don't mind. I think Ripley missed the stars. The Doctor will bring her home often.

[k-starr-ent-ceo]

Lena's Space Log Social Media Edition

Update - Day 56 is posted

[making-the-crypt-rock]

Lena, the Werewolf

Monster x human reader (pt 1)

Mostly safe for work(nudity, depictions of a strap on), but trigger warning for domestic abuse.

Escaping a bad situation leads you to the small town of Denizen, where the people are hiding more secrets than just a beautiful state park. It's here that you meet Lena, the best bartender you've ever met.

(I'd also like to shout out @momolady , as this piece was inspired by characters in her Hearthway Hollow section)

"Finally away. Finally, I've gotten away." That's all I can think, as I speed down the road. As I wipe the last of the tears from my eyes, I try to control my breathing. Fortunately, I haven't passed any hidden police cars. The way I was driving, I would have been pulled over, for sure. Then again, maybe cops who didn't know my ex would take me seriously.

With clearer eyes, I catch sight of a speed limit sign. I slow down to match the thirty mile per hour limit. I figure that I must be getting close to a town. I'm not even sure where I am, right now. I just ran out of my apartment, got in my truck, and sped off. I didn't even have time to grab clothes, this time. He was so mad... I couldn't stay there. I can only imagine the state that my apartment's in, now. Caleb probably tossed the place and broke all my stuff. It's probably for the best that the majority of my most prized possessions are at my parents' house. But I definitely won't have my computer or a lot of the pictures I had hanging on my walls, when I go back. I shiver at the thought of him still punching holes in my kitchen.

I'm shaken from my thoughts, when I pass a sign. It says, "Welcome to Denizen. Home of Nethermoore State Park." The green of the basic road sign stands out against the fall colors painting the woods around me, making it hard to miss. I don't think I've ever heard of this town, let alone the park. Coming around the corner and over a small bridge, I'm met with a quaint town. Right away, I can identify a coffee shop, hardware store, gas station, grocery store, and a bar, most importantly. The lights on the street have hanging baskets decorated in autumn fashion, with fake, orange leaves and little pumpkins. There's not a stop light, even on the main road. This place is so much smaller than Stillwater.

I pull my truck into a space next to The Raven bar and grill. It stands out pretty well and has a very charming look to it, as it seems it's designed to look like a log cabin. When I park, I notice an older man leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette. He looks at my truck, before looking in at me. Then, he just looks away, taking a drag. Now parked, I take the chance to look at my phone. Fifteen missed calls, fifteen voicemails, and fifty-seven unread messages, all from Caleb. However, there are also a couple texts from my mom, wondering where I am and if I'm alright. Caleb must have called her to see if I was hiding with her and Dad, again. Hiding there didn't go well, the last time, though. He almost fought my dad to get to me. I'm pretty sure he'd do far worse, this time.

I send her back, "I'm alright, Mom. He's upset, because I finally told him that we're over and that I'm going to be moving out of my apartment and away from him, as soon as I can. It's finally going to be over. I'm going to be staying the night, out of town, but I'll stop by after I go collect my things, tomorrow." I watch the text bubble for "someone is typing" dance for a moment, before her reply pops up. She tells me that she loves me and that she's proud of me for finally leaving him. She tells me to stay safe and that she'll see me, tomorrow.

I store my phone back in my pocket and hop out of the truck. I hadn't gotten the chance to eat the dinner I'd made, and now I'm getting hungry. The smoker looks me up and down and nods at me, but gets a bit of a concerned look on his face.

"You alright, Miss?" he asks.

"Huh? Oh, yeah, just getting through a bit of a rough patch. I'll be fine," I reply.

"Well, this would be the place to help with rough patches," he says, pointing his thumb over his shoulder at The Raven. "But this is also pretty good and you look like you could use it." He fishes a tissue out of the pocket of his jean jacket and hands it to me. I take it and wipe the last of the moisture from my eyes and wipe my nose up, thanking him.

"No problem, miss. I'm Elijah, by the way. I own the grocery, next door, if you need anything, while you're here." Elijah smiles, kindly. He reminds me of my dad, in a way; sturdy build with dark hair and kind eyes. He's the kind of friendly that makes you feel calm.

"Also, miss, and not to pry on your business, but what brings you to town? Camping out the rough patch in the park or you just come for the pour?" he jokes, taking another drag from his cig.

"Oh, I'm YN. YN Green, and I'm just passing though. Needed to get away, for the night, and kinda ended up here by accident," I reply.

He chuckles to himself and replies, "Well, Ms. Green, if you believe the old folktales, no one ends up in Denizen by accident. Always something to find. Anyways, I'll let you get to finding what you need." I nod and thank him for the help. He nods back with a smile.

When I walk into the bar, a few people glance over at me. The place is warmly lit with hunting and sports decor all over the walls, ranging from old Wild jerseys and a gigantic, framed picture of the old Metrodome to mounted deer and fish. There are a couple TVs, too. All are silent, except for the one displaying a channel for the music playing over the speakers. Many of the tables are full, but I find a small one tucked in the back. The black chair I sit in has a little duct taped patch on it. The sound of bar chatter and 90s country is almost foreign.

Then, an older woman in a black t-shirt with the bar's logo walks over with a laminated menu. "Welcome to The Raven. Can I get you started with anything to drink?"

"Just a water, please," I say with a smile. She studies my face for a moment as she hands me the menu.

"Alright, I'll bring that right over," she says in a cheery tone. I look down at the menu. Burgers and sandwiches line both sides of the menu, with sections for appetizers and daily specials. Today, it's fish fry, like many Midwestern places do on Fridays.

Looking up from the menu, I take another look around. This place is different from my usual hang outs, but not in an uncomfortable way. Certainly, just... different. My eyes stop at the bar, where I notice one of the bartenders is looking at me. She glances down as she hands a customer a beer, but her eyes come back to me. Her short, brown hair is pulled back into a paintbrush of a ponytail, showing off her undercut. Her face is soft, but with a strong jawline. She looks athletic and like she enjoys her time at the gym. I'd bet she could open any jar of pickles she set her mind to.

The waitress comes back over and sets my water down. "Know what you're having, tonight?" I look from her to the menu and order the fish - three pieces with waffle fries, and I ask her to hold the side of coleslaw. She scribbles it all down and nods, taking my menu. "Thank you much. That'll be out in a bit." I nod and try looking back at the bar, but the woman is gone, pry helping someone at a different corner of the bar or checking in with the kitchen. Elijah walks in and takes a seat at the bar, giving me a wave when he sees me.

I pull my buzzing phone back out. Caleb's latest text says, "Where the fuck are you? You need to come back here and take back what you said. We're not over and you better be prepared to apologize, you fucking bitch." My eyes start to water, so I just swipe the notifications away. I open my phone and message my landlord about the situation. A friend of my dad, Mark has been working with me to document everything that's happened and get me out. He wishes he could just move me to his other property, but it's all occupied. With Caleb and I both on the lease, though, he's making sure that all charges for damages and fees for breaking the lease are going to him. He thanks me for the info and says he's going to go over and give him his thirty day notice. I thank him and set my phone down, again.

The waitress comes back over, but not with food. She hands me a glass with what looks like a kiddie cocktail in it.

"I didn't order a drink," I tell her. She lets out a little chuckle.

"No, but someone sent it over. Lena makes a mean Malibu Shirley." I glance over at the bar where the bartender, Lena, is looking at me, again, while she stands by Elijah, who's giving me a toothy grin and doing a goofy, finger twiddle wave. I smile at him, mouth a 'thank you', and thank the waitress. She smiles and walks off, again, towards a table of older folks having a rather jovial night. I take a sip of my drink. Sweet and fruity, not too strong. It would be great blended, on a hot summer day.

As the night winds on, I eat my dinner and stare at my phone, trying to find a local hotel. There's a motel at the edge of the state park, but it says that it doesn't have vacancy. The next closest one is forty-five minutes back the way I came. Far too close. I sigh, wishing I hadn't taken my camping gear out of my truck bed. I send messages to Mark and my parents, getting and giving updates about what's all been happening. Apparently, Mark took the police chief with him, to deliver the papers, and Caleb was detained, after they discovered all the damage. I still don't feel safe enough to go home.

Elijah came and went, telling me to have a good night. I order a few more Shirleys, as the night goes on. The waitress, LouAnne, gives me a polite smile, every time she stops at the table. I think I only heard her raise her voice, once, and it was to tell this old drunk he had to go home. Lena kept looking over at me, but I haven't seen her for a bit. I get lost in my search for a place to stay the night and the warm comfort of coconut rum.

Suddenly, the chair on the opposite side of the table slides out and the bartender takes a seat. "I'd ask if this seat was taken, but I don't think I've seen anyone use it, since you came in. Plus, it's getting close to closing time and I doubt anyones gonna come in just to snatch it," she jokes. "I'm Lena." She's even prettier, up close. I notice the little freckles on her cheeks and the crescent moons on her ear piercings.

"Yeah, the waitress told me your name. You're the bartender that likes to stare," I joke back. Her cheeks turn pink, but she laughs along, shoulders shanking. Her eyes are soft. They're green, like walking through a spring forest. "I'm YN." We shake hands and I can feel just how strong they really are.

"Yeah, ol' Eli told me about you. Said you blew in out of nowhere. He also said you might need a place for the night, and considering you've had a few more of my Shirleys than just the one I sent over, I'm gonna guess a ride somewhere, too." I feel my mouth fall open, ever so slightly. She sent it? Probably just trying to be nice, I suppose.

"You sent it? I thought Elijah did, cuz he saw me when I got here, so I thought he was just trying to help me feel better," I tell her. Her face gets a bit more serious.

"Yeah, I did. Elijah mentioned that you looked a little worse for wear, when you pulled up. Everything ok?" she asks, leaning in and resting her forearms on the table. I feel tears fighting to come out, but I hold myself together. Between the stress and liquor, it's a real battle. The crack in my voice, however is a different story.

Telling her, "I'm fine, just some stuff with my b... My ex." I have to correct myself. He's not my boyfriend, anymore. There's a slight shift in Lena's expression, but it passes quickly. "He's just being a jerk cuz I told him to get lost. But then I got lost and ended up here. Funny how that works." I know I'm rambling, but the words are hard to stop. Her face softens as her eyes scan me. She looks so amused.

"You're a little drunk, aren't you?" Not a question.

"Yes, ma'am. And youuuu started it." I point a finger gun at her and giggle. "You make a good drink." Lena smiles and lets out a soft chuckle.

"I'm flattered," she says, mockingly, placing her finger tips against her chest. Then her tone turns to the edge of flirtatiousness. "It's not every day I get such praise from such a pretty girl." I'm praying that the flush from the alcohol hides my blush.

"I, um... Thanks," I squeak out, causing her to throw her head back with laughter.

"God, that was adorable," she wheezes, trying to compose herself. Pretty, now adorable? I'm not even sure what to truly say, in response. "Ok, ok. Real talk. Eli said you were pry in need of a place to stay the night. Not to be presuming anything, but I've got a spot at my place. I have my basement listed as an Air BnB, and it's open, at the moment. Since it's just the night and short notice, you can just crash down there, if you need. If you found a spot, that's cool, too, but I just want to make sure you get where you're headed, safely." She sounds genuine about the offer. I didn't find a place and I didn't even think to check that site, with it being such late notice.

"Uh... Yeah, that would work for me, if it's not too much trouble. I promise I'll pay you back." Lena puts up a hand and shakes her head

"No need. I'm offering. Now, I get done in thirty, so just hang here, while I finish cleaning up and clocking out," she says. And that's what I do. I sit with my, now, almost dead phone and watch her work. She wipes down the bar and washes her mats, before mopping and taking out the trash. She lifts the large bag like it's nothing and I have to push a thought out of my mind, when I realize that I rocked my hips on the chair. She looks back at me, for a moment, before leaving the room, a strange look in her eyes.

When she and the cook lock up, I head to my truck for my charger and travel toothbrush. I expect her to head for a car, but she just starts walking. I try asking her about it, but she says she lives only a bit down the road and that she just walks.

"Do you want to just drive my truck?" I ask. I'd feel better not leaving it here, if I don't have to." She agrees and we hop in. Lena adjusts the seat back and tilts the mirrors. She rolls the windows down, too, letting the chilly, fresh smelling air in. Then, in no time at all, we pull into the long driveway of a gorgeous two story house. She parks my truck and we hop out.

"Hey there, Toasty," Lena babbles after pushing the door open. She looks back at me with an uncomfortable face. "You don't mind dogs, right?" Then, before I register it, we're both surprised by a very happy Staffordshire terrier bouncing out of the door and jumping up to sniff and lick at my face and hands, letting out a few barks. I laugh at the excitable dog and scratch his ears.

"I love dogs!" I laugh, as the dog sits for pets. "Is this good boy yours?"

"Yeah, he's my buddy." Lena leans down and pats his side. Then, he runs into the yard to do his business, before coming back to us. "Alright, in." He follows her command, trotting back through the door and we both follow.

Lena's home is beautiful. She has many different potted plants in her windows, a spacious living room, and a kitchen that would make my mom jealous. She gives me a small tour, only pointing upstairs to tell me she sleeps up there, before taking me to the basement. It's finished and she's set up a second entertainment area with a TV and an Xbox 360. I even spot some old guitar controllers, in the corner. There's a full bathroom and a bedroom, in the far corner with a nice bed already made up.

"I know you said it's alright, but I'm definitely paying you back for this. This is really too kind." Lena just shakes her head.

"Not happening," she replies, crossing her arms.

"You can't stop me from trying," I say, crossing my own arms and smirking. Her brow creases as she lets out a light snort. Lena takes a couple steps towards me and I feel the wall on my back. I stare into her eyes and am surprised that I don't feel the same way Caleb made me feel, when he would corner me. This time, I can feel my heart racing in places besides my chest. I see Lena's eyes dilate, as if she can tell that that's what she was doing to me, too.

She places her right hand above me and says in a low tone, "I can't stop you, YN, but I can certainly do my best to make you too flustered to keep trying." I can smell her sweet and musky perfume. Her eyes have the same amused look that they had, at the bar. She's playing with me, like I'm a toy. I've never flirted with another girl, like this. Sure, I kissed a few friends, in college, but I never really took the chance to pursue anything further. It was all just in good fun, but this? This is different. And so much more exciting.

"And just how would you do that?" I look at her chest as I trail a finger along her collar, before looking back up at her. I see her breath hitch as she takes in my response. Then, she gets more serious, an almost worried look in her eyes.

"You really want to do this? I need you to know that I didn't bring you here for anything funny and that, if you're just playing, I understand. I'm not the kind of person to just bring anyone home, especially not drunk girls. I'm... not the type for one night stands," she says, searching my eyes. Wouldn't this just be one night, though? I mean, I don't think I want it to be, but isn't that how it has to go? I just left Caleb. I can't just start in with a new partner, the same night. Then again, I haven't so much as kissed him, in over three months, and with everything he's done, I think I'm ready for someone who wants me.

I look Lena in the eyes, then down to her lips. They're thin and I can tell that she bites them, but they draw my attention in a supernatural way. I want to see more of her. I want her. Looking back up and meeting her eyes, I can almost see sweat forming on her brow, in anticipation of my answer.

I place my hands on either side of her face and let out a steady breath. "My brain has been so fried, this evening, Lena, but if there's anything that I know for certain, it's that I don't think I'd ever forgive myself if I didn't take this chance. I want this and I want you." Her eyes light up and I don't think she really knows what else to do, besides stare at me and bring a hand to my cheek. Her mouth is trying to form words, but nothing comes out. I let out a small chuckle, before leaning in just a little, glancing down at her lips, again. This time, she takes the initiative and kisses me, hungrily. My hands find each other, interlocking my fingers behind her neck. Her right hand, remains on the wall, while her left takes hold of my waist, pulling my body to hers.

"Fuck, your lips taste good," Lena growls. She tastes like peppermint and vanilla chapstick. I can feel my body turning on for the first time in ages, as she kisses me. She rolls her hips against mine and I begin to notice a firm object being ground against me. In my head, I let out a long "fuck." Lena hard packs. She's a butch who hard packs. I moan against her lips, grinding my hips to match hers.

"You're sure about this, YN?" Lena pants in my ear, huskily.

"All bark and no bite, huh?" I goad, trying to control my breathing as I plant a soft kiss on this woman's neck. She lets out a noise somewhere between a low growl and a chuckle, before latching into the side of my neck. Her teeth press against my skin and I can't hold back from moaning, which only seems to encourage her. She hungrily licks and sucks at my neck and I have to push her away, before she leaves a mark.

"Not there, just yet," I whine. "I want it there, but no visible ones, yet." She nods, a hungry look in her eye, as she realizes that this means she will have access to the rest of my body to leave marks on. She licks her lips as she looks me over.

"Fair enough." With a quick movement of her hands, I'm lifted off of my feet. I wrap my legs around her middle as her strong hands caress my thighs. "Then let's take this to my room, huh?" She gives a toothy smirk as she begins to effortlessly carry me up the two flights of stairs.

"God, you're strong," I tell her, making her smile.

"I have a very active lifestyle. When I'm not at the bar, I'm either in the gym or on the trails. And I work at the trail head, for the nature center. They have me split firewood, for the campers at the state park." I get a mental image of Lena all sweaty, wearing a wife pleaser and jeans, with an ax over her shoulder. She hums out a teasing tone, when she feels my muscles clench at the thought. One hand slides further up my ass and gives me a little squeeze, as we get to the second set of stairs. "I felt that, cutie."

I mutter into her neck, "Well, I could feel your strap, when you were grinding on me, so I guess we're even."

"You can do a lot more than feel it through my pants, if you want," she growls in my ear. When we get to the top of the stairs, I feel a wet nose touch my ankle. Toasty is looking at us, happy for company. Lena sets me down and gives his head a pat. "Sorry, buddy. You're going to have to sleep in the living room, tonight." He cocks his head, but trots down the stairs, when Lena tells him to go on.

Lena's room is spacious with a couple of dressers, thier tops covered in little knick knacks, a large book case with books ranging from older hardcovers to more contemporary, and a comfy looking king-sized bed with a maroon comforter on it and a large walnut chest at the foot of it. I excuse myself to her bathroom, for a second. I set my phone on the counter to charge and pull my toothbrush from my pocket. I give myself a quick cleaning and check my neck for a mark. Besides being a little red, I'm ok.

When I come out, Lena is sitting on the bed, looking deep in thought. She gives me a soft smile, when she notices I'm looking at her. I ask her what's wrong and she just gives a little shake of her head.

"I'm trying to figure out the right words, right now..." answers Lena. I give her a confused look and she sighs. "Well, there's... some stuff you need to know, if you're serious about this whole thing. And it's... It's going to be really hard to believe and make me sound insane." She looks almost terrified. I sit next to her and she keeps just looking at the carpet. "I hardly know you, YN... But I really feel a connection that I can't shake."

"I was feeling something similar..." I say. "Back at the bar? I just couldn't stop looking at you. Something in the back of my brain kind of just said 'that is the prettiest, most fascinating person you've ever seen, so you better not stop staring.'" She finally looks at me with a soft smile that doesn't quite reach her eyes..

"I'm... not quite a normal person." I raise an eyebrow at this as she searches for more words. "Well, you how I'm a dog person? Like, how I have Toasty?" I nod. "Well, I'm also a dog-person. With the hyphen, in the middle."

"So... You're a furry? Or is this like a pet-play thing?" I ask, thinking she's just worried about exposing a fetish.

Lena says, voice wavering in a way I would have predicted, "I'm... not entirely... human? I'm... I'm a werewolf." A goddamn werewolf? I turn and just stare at the floor, the same way she had been.

I sigh. "If you didn't really want to have sex with me, you could have just said." She looks shocked.

"I'm being serious!" exclaims Lena. "Want me to show you?" I look back at her and tell her very matter of factly that, yes, if she ever expects me to believe her that she's a werewolf, then I'm going to need proof. Holding eye contact with me, she offered her hands. I watch as they shift from the slightly muscular hands of the butch bartender to a set of furry claws. I jump back, almost falling off the bed. I don't even know what to say.

Lena stares at her hands and replies, "It's a genetic thing, so don't be worried about catching it. This town was made for our kind, a few decades ago. That's why people ask strangers if they're going to the park. It's a total safe zone for us to shift or be in our less-than-human forms. ...I'm sorry, I should have told you, sooner." She can't even look at me. She looks so ashamed. I'm trying to process it all, but nothing is computing, properly.

Slowly, I manage to ask, "Can... Can you always control it, like that, or... you know... Like, does the full moon make you wolf out?"

"I'm in total control, but the pack does get together, during the full moon, for a meeting and other activities. Mostly a midnight run or hunt," Lena explains. I look back down at her hands. They're still the paw-like, furry hands. "February can be a bit hectic, though." She laughs a little at this, but whatever it is goes over my head. Taking everything in, today, must have taken its toll, as this all starts to feel less and less insane. I place my hand on her shoulder and she stiffens.

"I've had... a very rough day, Lena. And I don't know if it's the drinks, the fact I've been so emotionally drained, or the fact that I thought you were a person I was genuinely 100% glad I met, a few minutes ago, but I don't think I care about... any of that," I say, tiredly, gesturing at her claws. She looks up at me, eyes wet with tears she's holding back, like water in a dam.

"You... you really don't mind that I'm..." Her lip quivers and I almost can't help but think it's cute. I give her a soft smile.

"Strangely enough, no." I sigh and replace my hand with my head, resting it on her muscular shoulder. "I just wish you'd saved it for a bit." I can feel her turn her head, a bit. "Not meaning that this was one, but telling a girl you're a werewolf is kind of a second date type thing." Lena bursts out with her hardy laugh, again, wheezing and letting her tears fall. I scoot closer to her and wrap an arm around her waist.

"So... I'll take it you want to keep seeing me?" Lena asks, sniffling and wiping away tears from her eyes and face with her paws.

"Yeah... I want to get to know Lena. But you need to do a couple things, first." She nods, smiling that beautiful smile. "1.) I could use some pajamas, 2.) I want to see your whole body do that, cuz that is so weird and I don't think I'll be able to sleep without seeing how that works, and 3.) you're big spoon." She laughs and leans into me.

She jokes, "Alright, but if you ask me to play fetch, you're sleeping downstairs." I pick my head up and look into her pretty, green eyes. I give her a quick kiss on the cheek and tell her it's a deal. Then, she kisses my forehead and gets up to find me some night time clothes. She hands me a white tank top and a pair of thin, black, cotton pants. As I'm about to excuse myself back to the bathroom, she turns away and pulls her shirt off. She does the same for her sports bar. I can see just how cut she is, now. My eyes linger on her toned back as I set the clothes on her bed. I, similarly, turn away from her, disrobing and watch her out of the corner of my eye, the same way you suspect she is.

As I pull her tank top over my head, I hear the zipper of her jeans come down. I watch with anticipation as Lena slides them over her hips, exposing her red boxers and the straps of the mount she's wearing underneath it. She tosses the jeans onto a chair that seems to house a few articles of "I'll wear those again" clothes as I finish pulling on the pair of pants. She digs in her dresser and pulls out a gray t-shirt and blue, flannel shorts. She casually brings them over to her bed and sets them down, all the while she's smirking, I know she saw my ogling her chest.

"You can look, YN. Wolves are pretty open about their bodies. Can't quite shift well in your clothes and expect them to be in decent shape, after." My eyes are scanning her body and I can practically feel my brain kicking me for not just telling her to shut up and fuck me, after I got out of the bathroom. Her tits are great and the outline of her strap is just... Ugh... "Also... I can smell every time you've been turned on, tonight. Glad I waited for you to be looking, when I did the trash." She winks as my face flushes bright red.

Then, moment of truth, she slides her boxers off. Her mounted dildo springs up from her thigh - dark blue and purple, large, and in a very uncommon shape. Of course the werewolf lesbian has a Bad Dragon. I make a mental note to look for the model, in the morning. Unfortunately, I don't get to enjoy it, before she slides the toy from her hips and puts it in the chest with what looks like more of her gear. Now I can see her well groomed bush. And she's about to get more hairy.

Lena looks at me, nervously, as she steps back to the center of her room, stark naked and asks, "You're ready for this?" I nod, sitting sideways on her bed. I take a deep breath as I watch her. She groans as her body shifts and elongates, growing hairier and more monstrous. I feel my body start to shake with fear, but I don't look away. Her kind eyes change to add tones of rich amber to the forest green. Her chestnut hair covers her body, changing to gray in many places. She's so much taller than me, now. And she has a tail! She looks straight out of a movie. Twilight, eat your heart out.

As I try to speak, Lena rasps out, "There's more." Then, she begins to shrink onto all fours, hands becoming paws, broad chest slimming, and cut muscles becoming less and less defined as a wolf, unrecognizable from any other, now stands in Lena's bedroom. She pads over to me and looks up with the saddest puppy eyes I ever saw, laying her head in my lap. She can definitely feel me still shaking, because she lets out a sad whine. I don't suppose she can talk, like this.

Carefully, I set my hand on her head and her tail starts to wag, ever so slightly. I pet her coarse, yet still fluffy, fur. She's like the husky my friend had, when we were kids. She lets out another whine, looking at me expectantly, but I just stare back. I think to scratch behind her ears and she seems to enjoy it, but shakes her head and takes a step back. I watch as she shifts back, groaning and growing more and more nude, until she's just plain, naked Lena.

"I forget that you can't understand me, like that." Lena walks back around the bed and hikes her boxers back up. She comes back around, pulling her shirt on and squats in front of me. "Are you alright? I know that seeing that is a lot, the first time." I put my hand back on her head and just play with her hair. She sighs and stands up, crawling onto the bed and pacing herself at the center. Her arms are open and she motions for me to come closer. I do, sitting between her legs as she wraps me in a warm hug. She sways and hums one of the songs that had been playing at the bar. I hardly even register it, when I start to cry. It feels like my body is just all of a sudden racked with sobs as I cry against her.

"It's alright, YN. It's going to be alright. I've got you." Three little words to make you feel at home. Two strong arms to hold you together. Lena feels like the one person in the whole world with both, and she is, right now. "I don't know what all you're going through, right now, or how much I've just added to all of the things on your mind, but I'm right here, for you, YN. I'm right here." She continues swaying and rocking me until I can't cry anymore. She wipes my teary face either thumbs and holds my cheeks in her hands, until I look at her.

"That's it. It's going to be ok. Want me to grab you some tissues? There's a box right over there." She jerks her head over to her right. I nod and she leans back, stretching out. She comes back with a small box of Kleenex and I take one, blowing my nose, loudly. She rubs my back and just sits, patiently waiting. After a few more tissues and a few more lingering hiccups of sobs, I'm left puffy-eyed and all cried out, leaning into Lena's warm hug.

"I think it's time to get some rest. We'll figure this out, in the morning, alright?" Lena softly asks. I nod against her chest. She scoots back, leading me with her hand, as I crawl behind her. "Ok. Let's just scoot back, here, and get comfortable and we can fall asleep, when you're ready. Come here." She pulls back the comforter and tosses the decorative pillows off the end of the bed. Lena, then, pulls the covers over both of our laps, as I lean into her, finding comfort in her warmth.

"Lena?" I whimper, trying to find my voice.

"Yeah?"

"This is all real, right now?"

"I'm afraid it is." I nod. "Is there anything I can do for you, YN? Anything at all that would help you though this?" She sounds so sincere, almost pleading.

"Just... Don't... Don't let me go. Okay? Promise me that."

Lena's face softens and she kisses me on the top of my head. "YN, when I said that thing about not doing one night stands, I meant it. There's nothing set in stone, but I trust my instincts and they're completely drawn to you. Wolves mate for life."

"I know this sounds weird, but haven't you had partners, before? You seem so confident and practiced." She laughs through her nose.

"I've had a few standing partners, but those relationships were for mutual physical needs. I'm twenty-seven and it's a bitch to be as horny as wolves can get, without having an outlet. Mostly women, but one was nonbinary," Lena explains, gently, rubbing my arm with her thumb.

"Men, but mostly because I was unsure. Looking at you... I don't know, it was just different." She nods along.

"It can feel like that, sometimes. And it's ok to feel unsure." Lena rests her chin in my head. "Also, and I hate to do this, but I'm going to run downstairs and let Toasty out, for just a second. I'll be right back, ok?"

I nod and reply, "Yeah, go ahead." She kisses the top of my head, before slipping out of the bed, putting on her shorts, and telling me she'll be right back, before disappearing out the door. I head to the bathroom, myself, while she's gone. Checking my phone once more, finding nothing but random notifications, before grabbing it and plugging it in next to the bed, for the night. I swipe away all of the notifications for calls and texts from Caleb, the fear of that whole situation feeling like a distant memory. I take a chance to look at his messages, all the same as they've been during previous fights. I know I have to go back to my apartment, tomorrow, to assess the damage.

When I hear Lena coming back up the stairs I shut my phone off and set it back down. She flicks the light off and climbs back into her bed to snuggle up to me.

"Can I ask one more big favor?" I ask.

"Anything."

"Can I come back, tomorrow? Stay a while?"

"Nothing would make me happier. Stay as long as you'd like. Preferably forever, but..." she jokes. I laugh and that makes her smile. "Aww, there's that cute laugh. ...Alright, now. It's been a long day and it's getting really late. We'll get you all settled, tomorrow. I already told Vix, that I'm not going to be in, tomorrow, anyways." Lena holds me close as she prepares to fall asleep. With the weight of everything, both being away from Caleb and from everything since I entered Lena's house, I fall asleep almost immediately. I barely make out Lena's, "Goodnight, YN," as I fade into the darkness of sleep, dreamless and safe.

[sol91]

Alone

LOG ENTRY: SOL 90

It occurred to me today that someday someone from earth might actually listen to these logs, so I figure I should record a needlessly expository one to get everyone up to speed.

My name is Lena Luthor.

It's been 90 martian days since I landed here with the rest of the crew. That's what, 92 earth days? Mars spins just a little on the slow side.

On sol 6 a dust storm was going to knock over the rocket we brought to take us home, so the rest of the crew went home and left me behind to die. Well, they thought I was already dead and left. To be honest, not their fault at all.

So I'm alone here on mars, no way home, no way to communicate, only enough food for a year, and everyone thinks I'm dead. Which sounds miserable but luckily I do have this disco music to listen to, courtesy of Commander Lewis.

And, if I can get these potatoes to grow in martian soil, which I definitely can, then I can survive long enough for the next mission to arrive.

Which should be in about 4 years.

Which does honestly sound like a long time to be alone. But I've been alone before. Most of the time, to be honest, it's how I do my best work.

I don't know, maybe I could have done things differently. Asked out that reporter when I had the chance. Not gone to fucking mars.

On the plus side, if I do make it home, she'll be so impressed she'll have to go out with me. I'm pretty sure the president is basically obligated to deliver a eulogy for every astronaut who kicks the bucket up here so everyone in the country must know my name by now. They'll probably show the satellite images and everything— actually, I wonder if they've figured out I'm alive by now. What else do all those NASA technicians even do all day?

Anyway, that's basically the situation. Feel free to keep watching these if you want to hear about my adventures cleaning solar panels and fixing the water reclaimer. Yeah, that'll sell movie tickets.

LOG ENTRY: SOL 91

Fuck. Oh god. Okay. Something just opened the airlock from the outside. There's no locks on it, because why the fuck would there be? There's not supposed to be anything else on this planet. I have like 30 seconds before that airlock opens and I have no idea what to do. Obviously there's no windows in the airlock for structural reasons, I guess the engineers back at NASA didn't consider the hab might be invaded by space aliens. Alright. If this is my last message I have some things I want to say. Commander Lewis your music is awful. Lex you can rot in hell. Kara I always thought you were hot.

Oh shit here we go—

Kara?

Kara Danvers stepped into the hab. She was wearing a button down shirt and khakis, no space helmet. "I've never held my breath that long, that was crazy." She said, panting slightly.

"Kara, what—" Lena began. But before she could finish forming a sentence, Kara was hugging her.

In the hierarchy of times you wanted to run into your crush, not having showered in 3 months in a room full of manure was pretty much bottom of the list. But right now, Lena didn't care. The hug lasted at least 30 seconds before Lena pulled back.

"Kara, what the fuck is going on? How are you here?"

"Oh! I'm Supergirl" Kara said simply.

"That… actually makes a lot of sense"

"I was at the office when I heard you were still alive and I just—" She shook her head. "NASA had some complicated plan to get you home, but I just thought, how far away can Mars really be?"

Lena laughed.

"You ready to go home?" Kara asked.

"Very." Lena was already crossing the room to don her spacesuit.

"Also, I was wondering" Kara said, more hesitant now. "Do you have plans for dinner tomorrow?"

Lena turned to look at Kara. "Do I have plans for dinner tomorrow?" She repeated, smiling. "Kara, I live on mars."

"I— right. Do you want to have dinner with me tomorrow?"

"I would love that."

"Great!" Said Kara, "It's a date! I promise it'll be—" "Don't you dare say it." interjected Lena. "—out of this world."

[docholligay]

Choose Your own Adventure: June 2024

Listen the quality is middling and I really really wish I had more time to work out the rough bits of this but it's 3021 words which is more than I've written in a month in a long, long time. So thank you all so much!

I’ve had nightmares ever since I was a kid. 

I guess that’s not actually all that impressive, plenty of people can say they’ve had nightmares since they were a kid. No, what I mean is, I’ve had the sort of nightmares where I dream too deep, and I can’t escape, since I was a kid. 

You ever dream too deep? Where you know you’re dreaming, but you can’t get yourself out of it. The most insane things can be happening around you--once I was trapped in Picasso’s Guernica, after I saw a picture of it in my sixth grade social studies book--but it must be real, because if it weren’t real, you could wake up. 

I was doing that. I couldn’t wake up, but I was in the most fucking insane situation of my life. Not a quite a nightmare, too strange to be a nightmare. Sitting in a historical house in England, surrounded by a bunch of people that aren’t real. Completely fake. Internationally trademarked, even. 

The fact that they weren’t real, however, wasn’t keeping me from building a fire in a glorious marble fireplace  while noted fictional characters Fareeha Amari and Haruka Tenoh moved furniture around, trying to get a space for everyone to draw their boundaries for the night. 

It was tense. Tension’s a lot more fun when you’re writing it instead of living it. 

Lena dropped an armful of wood beside me and crouched down, looking at the arrangement of logs. It’d be fair enough to question what I was doing. I’m good at building a fire, great even, but that supposes a number of things are true. I don’t know if they’re true here. Does wood even cure in the UK? It must, wood cures everywhere, but it’s just so goddamn damp here. 

“Set of matches upstairs.” She picked at the edge of one of the logs. “If you need.” 

I didn’t want her to go upstairs. I don’t know why, but it prickled across my skin. I don’t like it. There’s something odd about this place, beautiful as it is. Don’t get me wrong, I still wanted to wander around every inch of the house. The carved woods, the hand-knotted carpets, no one to tell me I couldn’t touch it, running my fingers across the flocked wallpaper. But I didn’t want her to. 

“Well, I’m just gonna look around here,” I stood up, stepping toward the mantle,  “has to be a match somewhere, it’s a fireplace for fuck’s sake. Can’t light it with hope. No need for you to run around all hell in the dark.” 

She chuckled appreciatively and got to her feet. 

“Oh, I’m alright.” She scratched the back of her head, “I’m the only one knows where it is. Improve everyone’s mood a bit, warm fire.” 

I’ve had these dreams all my life. The fastest way to get out of them, is to follow the rules of them. My brain wants these worlds to be real, and so they have to be real. If I call it a dream, if I try to break out, it closes in tighter. Dream people don’t like to know they’re fake dream houses like to stay firm on the ground. These dreams are waves to be ridden. That this one feels more real than anything I’ve ever had is all the more reason to be careful. All I needed to do was get through it. As soon as the tow truck pulls up, I would just fade into the dawn. I’ve done my part. 

But the reality of it. Even looking at Lena, I couldn’t imagine the perfection of her. Everything’s the way I know it, but have never seen. Her eyes are bright and brown and filled with stars. Her smile is crooked and constant, completely unself-consious. Her messy hair with its chestnut glimpses in the light. All perfect. But things I hadn’t imagined, either. Things that were completely correct, but I could never have written down. The barely-visible scar on her arm, from breaking it as a child. The rips in her sweater, lovingly darned. 

Was it like this for God, that his creations were made more real in their own time? 

Wow, comparing myself to God, that’s a fascinating level of arrogance on display as I’m freezing to death. 

“Haruka!” I call out behind me, “Can I use your lighter?” 

Lena looks at me. I shrug. 

“She smoked when we were in the van.” 

“Oh yeah!” She laughs and adds a small piece of tinder to the fire, “I forgot. She’s been round the backside of every pub we’ve stopped at.” 

Haruka tossed it, not leaving Mina’s side, not wanting to join the conversation. It doesn’t matter. She’s still young, and annoying, and I don’t expect it. If I could have picked, I’d meet forty year old Haruka. But the lighter is more important now, one step closer to waking up to my three year old running into the room. I’ve done this plenty of times. 

First fire. Then phone.

_________

Lena watched the fire catch, and then rose to her feet, offering Doc’s shoulder a pat. Everyone would be a better mood when they were a little warmer, and maybe Lena herself could cast off the strange feeling that had come over her since she went into the house. The house wasn’t talking to her, the house didn’t know her, the house wasn’t creeping around her like the ivy on the side of the house. 

Course not. 

That didn’t mean, though, that things weren’t odd. 

Fareeha was moving together couches and piling in bedding from another room. It was a good idea, they’d probably all have to spend the night here, and Lena ignored the twinge that she shouldn’t be using the fine coverlets, the down pillows. It was just like a thought said in another room, anyway. 

She should go apologize. She thought it would be funny to scare Fareeha--and it was--but Lena did whatever came to her mind first, and never thought a day, a month, a year past it. She should have known it would bother her, having spent so much time trying to professional in front of two people who wouldn’t know professional if it slapped them across the ass. Who, honestly, didn’t care about how well Fareeha ran the organization. 

But Fareeha did care, and Lena had upset her, and she cared about Fareeha even if she was an annoying stick in the mud who never met a rule she didn’t like. When you care about people, sometimes you have to pretend you care about other things as well. 

So she went to Fareeha’s side, and touched at the pillow on the couch in front of her, fluffing it slightly. 

“Listen, earlier, that’s the sort of thing you more or less expect from me andI I thought it’d be a bit of fun, and---alright, what I --I didn’t mean to embarrass you. In front of the posh poodles. Or what ‘ave you.” 

Fareeha barely looked up at her. “Who said that you embarassed me?” 

Lena gave a short sigh. Well, she’d done her part. Fareeha’s pride was what it was, and there wasn’t much to be done about it. 

“Right.” She looked at the shadows the fire threw upon the wall, squinting as if she could almost read them. “Strange place.” 

She said it quietly, almost to herself, but flicked her eyes back to Fareeha’s, knowing she would hear and hoping she would confirm it. Not quite a whisper, but most certainly a private conference. Fareeha said nothing, her eyes simply meeting Lena’s in silent assessment, but nothing was not a denial. Right, of course. Fareeha, for whatever her faults might be: Her stubborness and pride, for example, qualities that Lena herself most certainly did not embody, or, if she did, embodied them in a much less annoying way--for all that, she trusted Lena. She didn’t think Lena was crazy. 

She took the silence, as she took most silences, as leave to continue. 

“Don’t you wonder about this rain?”

“In England? No. I absolutely do not.” 

“It doesn’t rain like this.” Lena shook her head, trying to ignore the shadow play on the wall.  “It drizzles, London fog, grey, all that. Does this seem a drizzle to you? For hours now. Doesn’t strike you as odd. Just a bit? Something is not right.” 

Fareeha smiled. “We are,” she waved a hand and clapped it heavily on Lena’s shoulder, squeezing. “on a windswept moor, or something. You don’t hear ghosts, just Heathcliff howling.” 

Lena took a few steps back and shook Fareeha’s hand off her shoulder. 

“Right, first off, we ain’t in Yorkshire, this is Surrey. Buy a map. Second off, you’re really proud of finishing that book. Third off,” It reached a stage whisper, a wide gesture, “don’t bloody patronize me! Fareeha!”

“Fourth off, there’s a ghost in Wuthering Heights.” 

Lena and Fareeha both looked over to where Doc had appeared beside them. Lena didn’t much care for anyone to have quiet feet but her. 

“You think this house is haunted?”

“Not necessarily, I’m just givin’ a book report. I guess. Anyway,” Doc broke from Fareeha’s gaze, “Everyone’s mood would prolly greatly improve with some food.”

Food? 

When did she eat last? She ran back in her mind, trying to figure out what it had been. They’d been at the Spoons, for some ungodly reason ordering chicken katsu, and what had she had? A little pizza. A pint. Alright, two pints. She should be fine. She spent a lot of time talking, didn’t she? At least, Fareeha had said so, but you know--

She saw the pizza box in the back of the van, more than half full. 

“Right! I’m ‘ungry, is all.” 

Plenty of people who were supposedly experts in a thing that had never happened had said plenty of things about her, after the slipstream, and most of them had been only too happy to suggest Lena be tossed in the bin like a broken toy. She’d never be right, you know. MIght never talk again, then did, might never take care of herself, did that too, might never be able to work again, check, and she would have had her pilot’s license back immediately if everyone at the CAA wasn’t so bloody straightlaced. She had done it all, everything they said she wouldn’t. 

Might even be a danger to herself or others, for all she’s talking about seeing the pasts overlapping, about screaming into a London that was covered in soot that was under siege by the Vikings that was bombed to the ground that was her living room.He’d never let that go. She’d been a bit forgetful and chatty, with a tireless body, since she was small, but now everything she said and did was some proof of his theory. Everything was proof of an ‘unquiet mind’, never mind that they’d been happy enough to recruit her busy, loud mind before. She’d hated that insufferable prick the most, and that was quite the accomplishment. 

No one thought she was crazy, why was she thinking about this? Why was she thinking about the house? She was hungry. When she was hungry, it was easy for her to jump tracks. Happened all the time. 

Fareeha was looking at her carefully. 

“I have meal replacement bars in my bag. You can have any of them.” 

If there was anything worse than Fareeha’s constant criticism, it was her occasional concern. 

“Oh, right! The blueberry kale one.” Lena gave a bright smile, “Not to betray me English right of resignation to misery, but ‘ave we tried going the kitchen?” 

“I can cook. I’ll help.” 

___

I don’t know why I volunteered. Other than I knew exactly what kind of meal replacement bars Fareeha has stashed in her backpack, and even if there were only a few scant things in the pantry, it would be beter than a bunch of bars with the name “Superfood slam” or “Supergreen.” 

Also, I genuinely did think everyone would be better off with some food. I don’t know what Mina’s up to in the corner with Haruka, but she keeps giving me this stare, like she’s trying to peer into my soul. She knows something’s up with me. 

I just have to keep going until it’s finished. Six am comes real early.

“Alright.” Lena shrugs with a smile, “I can probably manage not to kill anyone, so between the two of us it’ll be a regular feast.” 

You’re actually a pretty decent cook, I want to say, you took an A level in food studies in a desperate attempt to get what you needed to qualify as a pilot. You grew up helping cook. You may be the best cook in this room who isn’t me. But I need to remember I don’t know these people, at least to them. 

Remember the dream about the opera? Remember telling your seatmate the end of the story? Remember how the stage caved in, remember how it dragged you down, remember how you forgot to believe in the dream? Remember how dark it got? Lena is a stranger to you and you don’t know anything about her you couldn’t have read in a magazine somewhere. 

Relax and enjoy the dream. Hell, maybe it’ll give you some ideas for that crushing writer’s block you’ve had. It’s easy, everyone agreed to send you two off, there was a flashlight given over, and you more or less understand the layout of older houses--why does this place look so familiar anyway? It’s not the Moss Mansion. It’s not the Biltmore.--so you thought you could find the kitchen. Easy. 

But why are there so many things I would never imagine? Why are the cell phones different? Why--

“What about you, then?” Chipper and bright. 

“What about me?” 

We were wandering the first floor, looking for a dining room, which would suggest a kitchen. The walls were dark, carved in relief squares with pictures and saints’ portraits hung, all of them watching, some directing, some whispering, but all watching. 

“You know,” she swung the flashlight in front of her, “Married. Kids. Sunday league team. Just making conversation in the dark.” She laughed at herself. “Nothing important.” 

“Yeah, married. Daughter.” I’m never sure how much to say, how to keep from betraying myself. I suddenly remember I’m not supposed to know anything. “Oh, you?” 

“Nearly there!” A sliver of moonlight hit her face, and the beauty of the joy in her face was illuminated in silver like a holy manuscript. 

“Going to ask ‘er next month, when we go on ‘oliday. Oh, but she’s beautiful. And so kind. Patient, which to ‘ear me family say is the only reason she can tolerate me. I don’t know ‘ow I ended up so lucky--you imagine, girl like ‘er, in me family’s pub with the sticky carpet and--but that doesn’t matter, i did manage to charm her, and now I’ve got the ring.” 

There was a strange twist in my stomach, then. Something deep and sick inside me, like I ws aboard a tossing ship. 

“Never really saw meself settling down, not that I didn’t want to, but it’s a dangerous life, mine, and--”

Ah. Guilt. That’s what it is. 

“Here it is.” I half-ran through the dining room. I couldn’t listen to her be in love anymore. “Kitchen.” 

___

Doc was flipping through the pantry, muttering to herself as she took the tops off a few spice jars, sticking her nose over the top. 

“Boy, no one here’s been particularly burdened by seasoning.” She set the jar of smoked paprika back down with a clink. 

“Yeah?” 

“Everything’s old.” She reached into the pantry again. “Least in here.” 

Doc moved away from where the unhappy jars sat, and went to another cabinet. People teased Lena, said that she never paid attention to anything, but the problem, Lena had often observed, was that she paid too much attention to everything, and it was hard to keep it all catalouged. Looking at Doc, watching her mutter to herself, the way her fingers drifted over surfaces, the way she bounced when she walked and how her eyes wandered. Lena couldn’t be sure, you could never really be sure of anything like that, but there was something kindred between them. 

“You’re a bit like me, I think.” Lena jumped up onto the countertop and opened a tall cabinet, revealing nothing but some old glassware. 

“No,” Doc shut the cabinet with an annoyed thump, “You’re a little like me.” 

Didn’t ask how she meant. Didn’t even think about what Lena might have been saying about it. Didn’t disagree. Doc stopped in the middle of the room and nodded. 

“I’m older than you, I mean. I came first.”  Doc shrugged. “So it’s you who’s like me. A little bit.”

She stood in front of the few cans they’d managed to gather and threw a pot on the stove, turning on the gas and striking a match all in a swift and praticed motion. The burner lit without dramatics. 

“Anyway, who the fuck wants to talk about it? Congratulations, we’re both twitchy and weird. Want to place bets on who can sit still the longest? Short game. Hand me that knife, will you?“ 

Lena sat down on the butcher block counter, her arms around her knees and watched Doc as she popped open cans and began to toss them in the pot. Not everyone wanted to talk about what made them tick, and it wasn’t even as if Lena had necessarily wanted a deep conversation about it. It was only an observation, an extension of friendship. Maybe she’d embarrassed her by noticing. Lena’d felt that way herself a time or two. It doesn’t always feel complimentary to have someone tell you they know you’re odd. Not every family was like Lena’s about it. She grabbed the knife and extended it toward Doc. 

Kill her.

Lena jumped back with the ferocity of it, the knife clattering to the counter. Doc turned to her, eyes narrowed. 

“What is it?” 

Kill her before she kills you. 

For next month

[anthroposeen]

tmagp 14 relisten notes

(sorry this one is a bit late!!- spoilers under cut)

celia:

- says that sam can get intense, and seems to be down playing her feelings for sam (hesitation and lack of enthusiasm when telling alice the date went well)

- directly confronts alice about her relationship with sam, but with the intention of getting out of drama, not causing it. i think this goes to show she started this job with a mission, and isnt interested in anything that may derail it

- seems genuinely taken aback by alice flirting with her

alice:

- deflects when celia confronts her by flirting with her -> im a buzzkill, so i dont think this is a genuine act of affection on alice's part, though it does sound more nervous than usual. i think shes gotten worked up and its resulting in a change in her demeanor

- has a very awkward pause after celia says alice can "do better next time" (referencing her relationship with sam)

- says that when she first started the job, she also wondered about the cases legitimacy

sam:

- picked up on the letters of rejection from the institute, and was trying to talk himself out of drawing connections

- he grew frustrated with gwen, and got particularly agitated by her saying he wouldn't understand (rejection again) and that she doesnt have time for him

- this is the first time we've seen him drop the positive attitude he normally has with coworkers (other than alice), his walls are already coming down

gwen:

- very sullen, but still offers some minimal help to sam

- seems upset with lena (this checks out)

- shes exhibiting self isolation behaviors (not opening up about her problems or trying to get help from coworkers)

lena:

- looking for gwen, and not in a good mood (did gwen not follow up w the external she was supposed to email? was she actively on assignment?)

incident:

- jon chester narrating -> mentions an institute (hmmm i wonder what institute that may be) and is directed at sam. im not of the philosophical house that he's encouraging sam, i actually think hes using the incidents as a means of venting (bad computer pun) and warning sam, since the incidents are all about the doom of being involved with the institute

- incident occurs in 1995, 4 years before the institute burns down

- follow-up by the agency writing the report was post-poned due to the absence of the technician (assuming this is alyssa)

- the shop keeper was wary of a rat being in his shop and had various scratch and bite marks on his body-> interesting because he seems to have no issue with hygiene or contamination in the shop (and rats are commonly fed to pet snakes)

- the shop keeper had a "physical altercation" with the technician, and referred to "his burden" -> i can guarantee that this will be an important detail for future use, whether or not he becomes a reoccurring character, i expect that the "burden" will eventually be expanded on

- the description of the shop itself lists sickly traits: warm, likely has mosquitos, there is a sharp smell from the reptiles, there is old food left in the office space, strong smell from the bad food, ant infestation, squirrel droppings, and there was a hole in the wall

- the report ends in the midst of removing the squirrel, and resumes with the mention of waiting for police on scene

- the report becomes more of a personal log after this interruption, with alyssa speaking directly to her father. this is especially interesting since she says he will believe her, implying he has some paranormal experience

- the room shes locked in is a makeshift cctv room, which i find worth pointing out since it draws an obvious connection to the eye, though i dont think theres a real connection

- the shop keeper seems manic and aggressive, and wants to sell the snakes desperately

- the shop keeper began, well, Transformation (snake)-/-horde

- jane prenthiss

- the snakes seem to want to possess another person and wither their host, which is an interesting change to the themes of tma's corruption, which protected and embraced their host in most cases

- the shop keeper had pinned rejection letters from "an institute" (take a wild guess as to which one) to the wall -> this implies there have been others rejected from the institute even before sam, and that a rejection does not seem to be an indicator of inability to interact w the paranormal

glitches/lies:

- none

extra notes:

- colin hasnt been featured or mentioned by other characters in a while. i feel like this is particularly strange for alice, since we know they were the closest, but im assuming the characters are overlooking him because of their own distractions. but its still concerning

- i think this incident was chosen by chester specifically because of sam's rejection from the institute. ive interpreted it as a warning that continual obsession with the past (and the institute) will lead sam down a bad path. im also taking this as a potential foreshadowing to sam's arc, dealing with the shop keeper's burden/possession as a metaphor for what could happen to sam. the shop keeper eventually gets left by the snakes, allowing them to take up a new host, meaning these powers and horrors can be transmitted or given to others; so sam can just as easily turn into one of the monsters from an incident. he has to choose to stay away from this path

- im hesitant to draw connections between the fears of tma and whatever powers are at work in tmagp, since i believe theyre different (or, at least, theyre manifesting in new ways) but this was a garishly corruption-aligned incident. im unsure exactly what that implies, but im taking it as a hint that the tma fears are not entirely gone as we know them. (or this is a major red herring?)

[wildwinterlunas]

I, for one, would like to see how you'd make Emily into a chatacter both in canon and in Mirrorwatch, both in terms of lore for why she's fighting and her abilities.

In regards to canon I would keep her as a civilian, in the data logs it's very obvious that her character was being set up to be a window into civilian life during the invasion, which is good because we need that connection to the publics reactions. How human and Omnic relations are affected by the Invasion. There is also the obvious of making her and Moira related, add some complexity and knowledge to her character that not a lot of the characters wouldn't have. I would mainly characterize this as a dislike of her aunt but having more complicated feelings about the situation, possibly even make her entire family situation complicated? It would kinda explain her lack of connection outside of Tracer. Speaking of which, I would also have her have connections to other OW members that are not reliant on her being Lena's girlfriend (like her and Genji being friends cause I find their dynamic cute).

Another thing I would do is make her a very artsy person, not only because it opens the door to her character outside of Tracer, but it furthers the parallels between her and Amelie. Speaking of which, I would have history repeat itself here, I would have Emily be kidnapped by Talon at some point, I would have her put up a pretty good fight, and I would have her be rescued before Talon could even try to brainwash her, mainly because Widow wouldn't want someone else to go through that pain.

Also she's an absolute dork and is in a bunch of fandom spaces.

As for MW!Emily I'd keep all of what I just wrote the same, only changing when the accident with Lena happens. After Lena disappears and then reappears as a Talon agent, Emily is devastated. She's also angry, angry that Overwatch didn't try more, angry that they aren't even trying to help her now even though what's happening is their fault. So she steals some Overwatch tech, mainly some of her Aunt Moira's tech. She then goes on the hunt, both for Lena herself and a way to fully help her with her chronal dissociation. I like to think she's more of a neutral force.

Not on Talon or Overwatch's side, sometimes her motivations align more with one side or the other but she's usually on her own. Though as a future plot point I could see her being directed to MW!Junkertown by either MW!Sombra or MW!Cassidy, where she meets MW!Winston and finally gets not only the chronal accelerator (my hc is that MW!Tracer is using a modified chronal anchor, which was a prototype of the chronal accelerator in canon, which also makes MW!Lena's state a lot more unstable) but also that separate chronal accelerator that allows Lena to remain in the present with her being physically separate from her accelerator.

[canon-autopsy]

Okay so the Magnus Institute burned down Dec 24th 1999, ten days later the OIAR is thought to have ended contracts with military private contractors Starkwell.

In the past the OIAR has worked with security company Rightforce International, previously known as Diligence Security.

Agents of a security company that did not want their name spread raided hilltop center when it was getting fucked up by what we can assume were entity avatars. Then the security team pressumedly burned the place down.

-

What if all of these are the OIAR's secret, but still operational, Response division? They change names, companies, and affiliates on paper in order to stay undetected to the point that even the Assessment division don't know they exist.

What if the OIAR response team went in and collected all the files of the Magnus Institute Archive before burning the place down and that mission led to establishing a "Magnus Protocol"

Lena was overheard talking about "expanding external operations" and promoted Gwen to External Liasion. I'd say the OIAR external operations involve the government knowingly working to thwart the entities through the Response Division and by checking that box, Sam accidentally connected himself to them.

There's plenty of reason to believe the OIAR serves the Eye but what if it doesn't? Like Jonah's old victorian friend group that worked to understand the entities before almost all of them ended up aligned with an entity, maybe the OIAR works to stay unaligned. Gwen and Alice catagorize cases but aren't made afraid by them, Alice pays as little attention as possible to the content of cases (not very Beholding of her) which leads me to believe they really are just there to log and categorize spooky happenings for more classified divisions of the OIAR to use and research in efforts to shut down entity activity.

(Maybe the on site food Lena is so weird about has something to do with the assessment teams relationship with fear? entity alignment? some kind of neurological drug? idk. Maybe Klaus found out too much and Lena had to make it look like he died to appease the higher ups but actually she helped him escape)

Now to get a bit more speculatory (totally go off the rails)

If all of that's true, what role do our friendly neighborhood computer voices play? We would expect Jon and Martin derived beings to be working in opposition of the entities BUT WHAT IF they're not. What if there's very little of "Jon" and "Martin" left and through their connection to the fears via eyepocalypse and each other they're now actually working AGAINST the OIAR and FOR the entities and are influencing Sam as another pawn in a differnt entity takeover scheme.

and why is TMA Celia there? Maybe Basira, Melanie, Georgie, and the cult (Led by Basira I'd imagine) sent her there to investigate. By the time the entities were sucked into the space time rip on hilltop road the rip was already REALLY BIG. what if they worked out how to use it for dimension hopping. So what's their goal? Celia was probing for information that would indicate the existence of the fears in that dimension. So why are they tracking down the fears? I can't imagine it's just to destroy them purely for the good of other realities, there must be something needed to save TMA post-eyepocalypse dimension and now she's stumbled upon remnants of their Antichrist and his plus one!

[skylarstark4826]

Harry a Uma "Uma is you who I love, you are my girlfriend"

************************************************************************ During the celebration, Harry thinks about his feelings after Uma's rejection, when trying to kiss her while he danced with Audrey. Harry ends up getting her help on how to correctly declare himself to his army Uma

************************************************************************ After Uma's rejection when trying to kiss her, Harry is going to dance with Audrey who, seeing what had happened between him and Uma, decides to help him by giving him advice on how to win Uma's heart.

************************************************************************ It was somewhat humiliating, to say the least. Standing alone at a party full of people. There were three other people with him just two seconds ago, but such a voice may have been too excited and one of them may have thrown Lena into the fire. Harry Hook, a week before this day, had spent more than half a year without his captain, and he was a miserable boy. As next in command, he was in charge of the crew, but every time he had to think like a captain, he only thought of his captain. When they finally met, everything was fine. Normal, in fact. They had acted as if the last handful of months had never happened, that she never plunged through the barrier to urge King Ben to love her, which resulted in losing another battle against Mal and getting lost in the sea. In fact, they were closer than ever. They were no longer limited to the hook grips and the reflective moments of contact. They were hugging each other. And not like the usual hand to grab the "thank you for the training game" log. These were real hugs. The guy in which he held her against his chest while she clung to his shoulders for a brief moment in time, or the guy in which he lifted her in the air and made her turn as if she had no weight. It was new, and it was great. Maybe now things are different now, Harry thought as he danced with her. Well, not with her. She was dancing with Evie, and he was behind her, at a respectful distance, of course. However, he longed to be by her side again, to embrace her closely as he had done before. There was something new there, but I had to be sure before asking him directly. Villainous children are not the best with things like "love" or "affection". However, they knew something very similar to both: jealousy.

"¿So she's definitely not single?"

I could already feel Uma's incredulous look bored on the side of her face before her question about Mal. He almost didn't hear Evie's response. He was too busy measuring Uma's reaction from his peripheral vision. He had his attention, that was for sure, so he went on to look at Evie. Dopey's son was the first to say something, reminding Harry that he was actually her boyfriend. For a moment, Harry couldn't help but admire that title. I wish I could endure it on behalf of someone else. He felt a hard slap on his arm. Speaking of names.

"¿What's my name?"

Yep, there's the reaction that Harry was looking for, the demand for his attention. That had to count for something, didn't it? Six months ago, he would have leaned on one knee and whispered his name as if it were his last breath, but when he turned to her and realized how close they were, he didn't want to risk further separation. I also didn't want to miss another moment in the flare as I used to do. I wanted to take advantage of the moment.

"Uma"

He said simply before bowing to finally give him his first kiss. But then she dodged him. …She pushed him. …She stepped back, pushed him back and walked away, a feeling of urgency in his step as if he needed to be somewhere else, or anywhere other than near him. And now, Harry was alone. Doug and Evie had left after Uma left, leaving him in a sadly open space in the crowd. He straightened up, cleared his throat and looked around for something, anything he could do to get his mind out of that mistake. Unfortunately, he was surrounded by optimistic Auadonians, none of whom were people he knew or whom he could easily approach with a pointed hook in his hand. Until one approached him. Well, I actually dance towards him, it would be more precise. A pink blur spread towards him, and he had to extend a hand to the stranger to prevent them from being knocked both down. When he finally glimpsed her face, he realized that it was Princess Audrey, dressed in a much less terrifying outfit than the last time he saw her.

"Hi"

It was all he could gather. No cunning flirting came to my mind after being brutally and humiliatingly rejected by Uma.

"Hi"

Audrey told him in return before giving him a small bow in the greeting. Before Harry could react, she took his hand, turned him under his arm and threw him back into the dancing crowd.

"¿What are you doing?"

Harry laughed nervously, he was already looking for Uma. If she caught him dancing with another girl, it would be the end of... Well, whatever they've been doing.

"I saw you as if you needed a saving"

Audrey replied, with a good glow in her eyes. They fell into rhythm with the music, mixing with the crowd of teenagers dancing around them.

"I know I wouldn't like to be caught alone at a party as big as this, so I thought you might want a friend."

"¿Do you want to be my friend?"

Harry asked, narrowing his eyes under suspicion.

"From what I've heard, you were never too fond of vks, even before you met us, so. ..."

Audrey's little smile falteled, and her gaze fell on her feet of guilt. When he looked back at him, his expression was solemn.

"Maybe I was also hoping to make a friend"

He cleared his throat.

"Or at least, excuse me for all the problems I caused you... and thank you for saving Auradon from me."

Now Harry felt uncomfortable. I wasn't used to someone seeming so hopeful to regret it. Usually, after a comment like his, he faced an equally bitter challenge about his own gloomy past. On the other hand, this was Auradon, land of good. Maybe he also needed to adjust his attitude.

"For a princess, I'm sure you know how to cushion the mood at a party"

Harry tried to make a joke, offering an unbalanced smile to Audrey. She laughed a little at his comment and shook her head in a good mood.

"Well, at least I didn't scare my baby at a party"

Audrey told him mischievously, although the meaning of his comment fell on deaf ears.

"What about me?"

Harry arched an eyebrow.

"Your baby"

Audrey repeated, a little surprised that she didn't know what she meant.

"You know, ¿'Before anyone else'? ¿That special person?"

Harry just kept looking confused. Audrey rolled her eyes.

"Uma"

It was clarified

"I'm talking about Uma."

"Oh shit"

Harry murmured, embarrassed as he reflected on what had just happened between him and his captain

"¿Did you see it?"

Audrey nodded in affirmation. To what Harry shyly scratched the back of his neck

"Was it really that bad?"

"She literally ran to the other side of the crowd"

Audrey answered seriously.

"You tell me."

Harry sighed, once again taking a look to make sure that Uma couldn't see him. Audrey realized her anxious behavior and tried to think of a way to relieve her tension, but her situation was very… one-sided at this time.

"Hey, I'm sure he couldn't see it been worse"

Audrey told him trying to comfort him, although he might not have said it at all seriously.

"I mean, I wouldn't be very happy if my boyfriend asked about other girls, but I'm sure you have a reasonable explanation."

"¿Boyfriend?"

That word caught Harry's attention in Audrey's rambling. He shook his head vigorously.

"No, no, Uma and I are not boyfriends, I haven't really asked her..."

He took a deep breath, remembering his thoughts and organizing his words before saying them, this time with much more care.

"We are just colleagues and friends."

"¿Really?"

Audrey asked in disbelief.

"Am, Sip.…".

"Wow"

Audrey reflected out loud.

"Sorry for assuming otherwise, I thought you were boyfriends because I remember that when you were singing and dancing in the scepter, the two of you together, so I assumed it… I'm sorry."

"Yes, then. ..."

Harry said although now with sadness.

"You weren't the only one who made false illusions."

Audrey looked at him with a bewildered expression for a moment, deciphering the underlying meaning in his words. Then, he realized the longing in his eyes as he looked at the other end of the clearing, where he saw no one else and nothing but Uma, dancing with the rest of his pirate crew.

"Ooooh"

Audrey smiled at him at last understanding it.

"You are 'only friends', but you wish you two were more than just friends."

Keeping his eyes on Uma, where they were so accustomed to staying, Harry pressed his mouth on a firm line. For so long he had kept his unspoken feelings. The only person close enough to him to tell him would be Uma herself, and the idea of telling him was terrifying. Now he had the opportunity to tell someone he barely knew, and he was actually considering it.

"On the Island"

He began to say in a very sad voice

"We don't really know the 'feelings' or 'falling in love' or anything like that"

He turned with his hands, taking his eyes away from his captain in favor of the silver instrument

"But she was acting differently in Auradon, so I thought maybe we could be different."

Audrey's lips pulled a small smile. Since Hades saved his life, he had thought a lot about his opinions about the VKS, and this book of pirates with a weakness for his friend clearly demonstrated what he concluded even more: they are all people with feelings. A villain has the ability to love as much as a hero has the ability to be bad.

"Well, I've learned something in the last few days"

Audrey told him wisely.

"It's just that keeping your feelings inside you won't benefit anyone."

He looked at her in bewilderment, and she nodded in Uma's direction.

"Go talk to her."

"¿Where would it start?"

Harry wondered, feeling like a useless tool.

"Well, an apology for being an idiot could be a good start"

Audrey joked. Then he took a quick look around him.

"However, I could recommend a more private location if you want to be honest with her."

"¿And do you think that would work, Audrey?"

Harry hesitated, but again, he was raised by villains. He had no other alternative in his back pocket.

"Just a way to find out"

Audrey gave him a reassuring pat on the shoulder, effectively pushing him in the direction of the girl of his dreams.

"Thank you, Audrey"

He said with a small smile before remembering something he forgot to mention

"Oh and by the way, my name is Harry."

"¡GO!"

Audrey encouraged, now pushing Harry away. As pleasant as it was to talk to someone without status or history being a problem, he felt excited to think that he could help another person to be happy. Now she really felt like one of the heroines. Harry approached the noisy group of pirates as if nothing totally out of the ordinary had happened. He got drunk with Jonas, gave Desiree a playfully rough slap on the back and kept up with the buzzing emotion that everyone felt when they were in Auradon for the first time. He almost forgot about his personal mission until he almost entered Uma.

"Hello Uma"

He said quickly, urgently to get his attention before she shrunk him again. He crossed his arms and dropped his hip, waiting expectantly for what he was going to say. He cleared his throat, almost drowning with the foreign words

"Hey, listen to me. ... Uma, I'm sorry."

"Wow, ¿is Harry Hook apologizing to me?"

Uma gasped, squeezing a hand against her chest with an exaggerated shock. There was a clue to a smile playing on his lips, betraying his bitter tone.

"I guess Auradon's kindness works faster than we thought."

"I'm sorry"

Harry started again, maintaining eye contact with a fierce determination.

"For having been an idiot with you before."

Uma nodded, impressed by the gesture, but still hesitated to respond. She herself couldn't explain what was going on with them, but she knew as well as he did that there was something. Lost in her thoughts, she didn't notice when Harry took her hand with her free hand, in doing so both he and she felt sparks fly which made them feel a tingling in their palms still taken.

"Uma"

He said it in a low voice, throwing Uma away for a moment. I could hardly hear it because of the commotion.

"I really want to enjoy today with you and with our team."

He took a deep breath, gaining determination for the slightest softening of his expression.

"But there is definitely something we have to talk about later."

Uma took a moment to think, putting her lips together and looking at Harry up and down until she finally raised her other hand and wrapped a finger around the curve of her hook.

"Then save the conversation for later"

Uma smiled at him, somewhat blushing

"Let's enjoy the day."

Harry smiled, was relieved to have survived the encounter, and did what his captain said. They danced with their team, chatted with friends, old and new, and at the end of the party, everyone made their way under the arch of the castle in groups. Walking side by side with Uma was natural for Harry. What also felt natural for both of them was to join their arms just as they passed under the arch. It was a movement as fluid as swinging a machete, and none of them questioned it. Harry stood straighter as Uma leaned towards him, laughing all the way through the tunnel. In fact, they would have an interesting talk. The night had quickly fallen on Auradon, the day was swept away by the constant party followed by a voracious meal, and now the logistical part arrived: ¿Where were the newcomers going to stay?. Uma was working with Ben and Mal to put each villain child in a bedroom and each villain in a temporary living space. Harry understood that they needed additional help with the organization, so he left Uma to do her job. They agreed to meet later for their "chat". Meanwhile, Harry decided to walk around the school, taking the night air as he passed through the lush grass. It was hard to believe that in a few hours he would stay in one of those rooms, with air conditioning and silk sheets in abundance. It had taken a long time to arrive. A long time, but they were finally in Auradon. A flash of pink in the corner of Harry's vision caught his attention. He glanced at the stairs and saw Audrey standing on the steps, with one hand hanging freely from the railing. Thinking that he had some plenty of time, he went to her. When his steps reached Audrey's ears, she turned to him, with a friendly smile that welcomed him to his company.

"¿And what could a princess like you be doing here alone?"

Harry asked with a mocking sense of the cavalry. Even so, part of it was really curious. Audrey returned her attention to where she was: upstairs. Harry followed his eyes and discovered that he was looking at the highest tower of Auradon Prep, where he was standing only a few nights before, when he was still looking for revenge. Harry realized that this was a tense moment for her, since the silence lasted longer than she expected. Finally, Audrey sighed deeply.

"I liked to feel powerful"

He admitted, with a guilty edge that got into his tone.

"In fact, I enjoyed the idea of destroying Auradon if that meant that he could be the Queen, but..."

He crawled, biting his lip against a wave of sadness.

"... I never felt uglier in my life."

Harry took off an eyebrow in question, but he didn't say anything. This personal confession was without realizing it, and he knew that it was better than packing in the past luggage of a vulnerable woman (speaking from experience, of course). She was only telling him what she was ready to do, and he was fine being that friendly ear. That friend, in fact.

"All my life, I thought that being a princess and having status was what made me beautiful"

He continued, looking down at his hands.

"But I never realized that it was really horrible on the inside."

Now, Harry was a little lost. He didn't know her so well, so he didn't know she had a history of being a little obsessed with her real status. As much as he knew, she tried to take revenge on Auradon, and that's her whole story. He can't blame her. He supported Uma in the same effort.

"Well, I don't know anything about that, what he sighs"

Harry, trying to sound sincere. He climbed a step so he could put a reassuring hand on his arm.

"But from what I've seen today, I'd say you have some beauty to spare."

Audrey gave him a grateful smile. She was lucky to have danced with him. She had to admit that he was handsome and attractive, but she could say from a mile away that her heart is with another person. She wouldn't want to get in the way of people in love. She knew how she felt. Audrey put a hand on Harry's, a silent thank you to her new friend. Their comfortable moment stopped abruptly when they heard someone else clear their throat.

"¿Am I interrupting something?"

Harry turned, moving his arm away from Audrey, and found Uma standing behind him, with her arms crossed with a glow of disapproval stuck on his face. His apparent agitation went unnoticed by Harry, since he was only excited to see her.

"Hey, Uma"

He greeted her with an enthusiastic wave of his hook. He took a deep breath and deliberately relaxed his shoulders to have control despite the multiple butterflies in his stomach.

"¿Ready for that talk?"

"Saving your stupid talk, Harry"

Uma deviated, her low and monotonous tone. Harry's smile fell when he saw his hurt look he was looking at them between him and Audrey

"I've had enough of you for a day."

Uma turned around and began to get out of the clearing. Harry was frozen in his place, unable to make a move or even say a word. What has changed? He wondered, putting the scene back in his head. Even in the darkness of the night, he was able to clearly remember a touch of emotion in his expression.…¿Pain?.…He looked at Audrey, the panic was as evident in her face as in her bowels.

"I... I'm really sorry, Audrey"

He apologized quickly.

"I need to run away and solve all this."

"¿What are you still doing here then?"

Audrey asked rhetorically, pushing him with her hands.

"¡ANDALE, GO LOOK FOR HER NOW, HARRY!"

With a kind nod to the princess, Harry turned his heel and screwed himself in the direction in which Uma was heading. He clearly hurried to get out of there quickly because Harry felt that he had run a marathon when he found Uma approaching the edge of the Royal Garden.

"¡UMA!"

She ignored his calls, accelerating the pace in an attempt to evade him or at least convey that she didn't want to talk.

"¡UMA!"

"Leave me alone, Harry"

Uma snarled when he finally caught up with her. Harry ran in front of her to block her route, and the first thing he tried to do was walk around her. He eluded himself, keeping her in front of him. He held his arms in an extra measure to stop her and as the first line of defense.

"Uma, please"

Harry begged her without defering from her.

"Just listen to me."

"You just can't help it, ¿can you?"

Uma rebuked in an accusatory.

"You just have to go for anything with a pulse, as if that kind of thing doesn't mean anything."

"I swear it wasn't what you thought"

Harry explained to him desperately.

"Audrey and I were just talking."

"Yes of couse"

Uma nodded, but kept an advantage in her voice.

"You and Audrey were talking, but ¿what if we asked about Mal and Evie before, eh?"

Harry could no longer find his eye, unable to deny what he did.

"¿And what is this that I'm hearing about Jane?"

Harry clenched his fists, forcing himself to regain eye contact. Despite the ferocity of his radiance, he kept it with determination.

"Uma, it's not what you think"

Harry repeated to him without moving from where he was still standing in front of him.

"Just shut up Harry, please."

Uma admitted with a defeated shrug of shoulders. He bit his lip and suddenly took on a softer tone.

"I honestly thought that things were different between us for a minute, and that's up to me."

"¿Different?"

Harry repeated. ¿So she also feels the same way about him?

"But the fact is that I left for a while"

Uma pointed out, and Harry caught a glimpse of what he saw before. It was definitely a pain of some kind.

"And now I see that you clearly have better things to do than hanging out with me."

Harry furrowed his forehead, confused about how Uma could even consider that as a possibility. However, before she could object, Uma raised her hands in surrender and slapped with a bitter smile.

"¿You know what? Have fun with that."

She took a quick step around her, but Harry quickly caught her arm.

"Uma"

He said his name with as much sincerity and respect as he could gather. He stopped walking, but still refused to face him. Even so, he continued with his please

"Please, let me explain it to you."

Uma reluctantly turned around, still without looking at him directly, and shrugged indifferently. Harry nodded to a stone bench in the garden. He let go of his arm in favor of taking her hand and guided her. They both sat down, Harry never let go of his hand.

There was a rhythm of silence, only stained by the low buzzing of the crickets and electric lamps around the garden. Harry finally broke the silence between them.

"I also realized that something was..."

He turned his brain around trying to find the right word.

"... changing between us, but I was too afraid to ask."

He leaned forward, trying to get her attention, but she kept her gaze fixed on the cobbled road. He settled for rubbing small circles on the back of his hand with his thumb. He broke a smile.

"I'm not silly, Uma"

Harry laughed half-heartedly

"I know that Mal is going to get married, and Evie was clearly involved with that green guy."

"Then ¿why did you ask about them?"

Uma responded, keeping her voice down so as not to betray any emotion.

Harry shrugged his shoulders shyly.

"I wanted to see how you would react"

His answer was honest, but he made Uma narrow his eyes. I knew it sounded bad despite his intentions.

"I was thinking that maybe if you saw me interested in other people, your reaction could give me a clue as to how you feel about me."

Uma didn't respond immediately. She was digesting her confession slowly, trying to decide on a proper reaction. Should I be angry or... ¿halaid?

"¿And what about Jane?"

She deviated, finally looking at him.

"Actually, I just wanted to scare the party"

Harry laughed.

"We may be in Auradon now, but I'm still a little scared."

To Harry's surprise, his joke managed to make Uma laugh. It was brief, but it was something.

"But that's irrelevant right now"

Harry proceeded once his shared fun was extinguished. He gave him a gentle squeeze in the hand to emphasize his sincerity

"Right now, I'm telling you that I'm sorry for playing like this."

His eyes were thrown between his own, in search of a crack in his determination, but all he saw was the sincere will of his first companion. The corner of his mouth became entched with a small smile.

"You've been in Auradon for too long."

"You've been here longer than me"

Harry pointed out to him.

"Fry enough"

Uma laughed, and Harry enjoyed seeing her smile. She sighed deeply, something heavy in her mind.

"And I guess I also owe you an apology."

Harry raised an eyebrow at the statement, unable to think of anything he had to regret.

"To always run away instead of just talking about things with you"

He continued, shaking his head at his own ridiculous antics.

"I'm getting so…"

He crawled, wrinkling his nose and grinding his teeth as he tried to find the right word.

"…Angry when you talk to people like that."

Harry bowed his head, looking at her with a strange feeling in his gut. The wasps in his stomach were gone, but there was something else there. Something light. Something I had been feeling all week, but I hadn't recognized it until that day.

"Well, if that calms you down"

Harry offered him, releasing his hook to take his other hand and place them both on his knees, which were pressed against each other.

"I promise not to flirt with everyone I see."

Uma snorted and rolled her eyes. The promise was stupid, but I couldn't deny the pleasure it brought him to listen to her.

"That would make me feel better"

He admitted when a mischievous smile took its place on his lips. His voice took on a mocking tone.

"Although, if you don't, ¿how the hell is the great Harry Hook going to have a date again?"

Harry gave him an unbalanced smile.

"I have some ideas."

He leaned forward, much slower this time to measure his approval. She didn't move backwards, or to the side, or even forwards. She stood still and waited. Even when he approached, nothing changed. His eyebrows rose with expectation, as if he were still waiting for him to explain his "idea." Until, finally, her lips connected with hers. He ignited a shock through Harry's body, only making that light feel more prominent, as if it were flying. It wasn't like kissing a sleeping princess. She was kissing him, returning the slightest pressure. When he finally retired, looking at his beautiful face with nervous astonishment, he was happy to find his once pedregina expression that melts into one of happiness. He couldn't hide the smallest laugh as he shook his head.

"That could work"

He smiled, biting his lip. She approached him so she could rest her head on his shoulder, and Harry let go of one of his hands to wrap an arm over his shoulders. He put his chin on his head and kept her close, repeating his moment again and again in his mind with emotion and hope for his future. Over Uma's head, Harry noticed a whisper in the bushes. Uma didn't seem to hear it, but Harry narrowed his eyes on the mountain. It wasn't until he saw a mixture of blond, pink and blue hair coming out of the bush that he relaxed. Audrey gave him a thumbs up and a proud smile, and he winked in return. I was as excited to have her as a friend as I was to have Uma as his.

THE END

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[mycatismyeditor]

Day 365

Lena says goodbye.

At by the incredible @rustingcat

Latest chapter available here:

[rustingcat]

love Lena's Space Log and your illustrations for it! do you read the chapters early and choose a scene to draw? or are you given a moment without context? so curious about how y'all collab!

Thank you so much darling😘

It depends on how much @mycatismyeditor managed to write in advance. I usually asked for the next one after finishing a piece and would get anything between a full chapter to a sentence with a general idea and a date (depends on how much in advance I asked it). Regardless, I choose the moment to draw based on what I got, which why sometimes I get a super early draft and get creative. When I do, Cat would actually add it to the fic itself which is really sweet of them (like the case of noodles Ripley, Ripley joining girl's night, Alex flipping the bird, and so on). Since we're close to the end, I currently have all the remaining dates with the basic idea of each chapter, and Cat sends me the advanced draft when they can.

For anyone who hadn't, go read this fantastic fic! And, of course, the best way to enjoy each chapter is with the companion art piece;)

Thank you for asking and taking an interest in our process. This project has such a special place in my heart, and I'm always thrilled to talk about it♥️

[babytowntm]

Update time!!!

Sooooo, only two more weeks until the move is gonna start. We've already put as much as we could into the remaining boxes that we had lying around but it seems like we'll still need some more. Especially our clothes have taken up quite the storage space, as well as new furniture my mother bought beforehand.

Due to personal circumstances though, unfortunately, I won't be able to renovate my room the way I want to right away. I'll probably just try and play around with paint as best as I can. My original plan included patterned wallpaper, but that's really expensive and money's tight right now, since we have to pay double rent during november. I'm still excidet though and trying to stay positive. My friends have really been keeping my motivation and mood up, which I'm really thankful for. Especially my boyfriend and my friend Leslie, who have really helped my mental health stay on course with long discord calls.

My friend Lena has also been making me quite happy, cause during our discord calls we both always take our time and journal something together while our friends program, code or play games. It's great to see how creative she can be and what goes on in her head. She's really putting a lot of effort into her very first Journal and I'm quite proud of her. My journal is kinda like a diary of sorts, with casual stuff in between. I've also been keeping a tea-cup-themed mood tracker to keep me going, as well as a sleep log.

I really wanna try and use this move as a starting point of a healthier lifestyle, not only in terms of eating but also in terms of how I carry myself. I wanna wake up earlier and use another hour in the morning to get rdy without being stressed or feeling naseous.

I've been dipping my toes into vintage clothing lately and have found some real treasures I've been keeping tabs on. I really wanna step up my fashion game as well and give it my all.

Work has been a lot of fun and fine so far as well, though I haven't been able to visit my driving course due to us packing and moving lol. I'm trying to get back on track though.

What else can I update you on? Well, I'm currently working on a present for my friend Lorika. It's a book I bought, and I've written and marked my commentary within it, making it a one of a kind commentary-parody. I hope she'll have a good laugh once I've given it to her. I love her a lot. I wish there were more ways I could support her right now though. She's going through a tough time and there's not much I can do, since its work related. The only thing I can do is send her nice and lovely messages to keep her feeling better.

[k-starr-ent-ceo]

Lena's Space Log - Social Media Edition

Chapter 2 is now up!!

[ao3feed-supercorp]

Lena's Space Log

by MyCatIsMyEditor

With the new L Corp space station needing to be tested Lena decides to leave her company in Sam’s capable hands so she can spend a year doing it. And more importantly enjoy a year not worrying about people trying to kill her. Two birds, one stone really.

There’s just one small problem with her plan; it means she’s spending the whole year alone, on a space station, with her every move recorded and shared live to the world by a poorly programmed droid.

Watch Lena struggle to maintain her cold Luthor reputation while she yells profanities at a goat, lavishes affection on a cat, goes through what she insists on calling a “grunge” phase, keeps accidentally letting slip how sex starved she is, and desperately tries not to let on how madly in love with her best friend and only visitor she is.

TW: Threats of violence towards a goat. Nothing bad happens to the goat despite Lena’s many murderous urges. She just REALLY hates it.

Words: 2188, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Supergirl (TV 2015)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/F

Characters: Kara Danvers, Lena Luthor, Samantha "Sam" Arias, Alex Danvers, Jess (Supergirl TV 2015)

Relationships: Kara Danvers/Lena Luthor

Additional Tags: SuperCorp, Bisexual Lena Luthor, Bisexual Kara Danvers, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Lena in space, Sam is the Voice of Reason, Lena slowly going insane in space, a cat called Ripley, a vlog with a perverted comments section, droid bondage, Sam sending ‘care packages’, Lena REALLY hates a goat called Darcy, Naming of vibrators, Lena being depressed, Lena insisting she’s not depressed, Many many threats against a goat, Lena Luthor Knows Kara Danvers Is Supergirl

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