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rose-blooms-red · 4 years ago

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Significant Others/troopers under their command react to Edee's latest volley of obnoxious gifts :D

Did I start this 3 months ago? Yes. Did I also write over 2k of it Today? Also yes. Productivity is a Relative Term.

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Fox twitches as he reads the clearly handmade voucher. Says, pleasant as anything, “I’m going to fucking murder him.”

Ponds hums, looking over Fox’s shoulder, “It’s sweet. Probably.”

Fox makes a noise in the back of his throat that isn’t entirely describable by any known language.

Does he still have that clock he found during that one shopping trip? The one with that awful fucking peach, mustard, and grey-blue combination that spat out an eeopie’s mating call every half hour? He’d been planning on saving it he remembers but—

“Telling you to take a break like that,” Ponds continues, like he can’t hear the way Fox’s higher reasoning is currently dying a slow painful death, “very considerate.”

Fox grits his teeth. Needs must, and Fox needs to crush the little fucker’s spirit thoroughly under heel. He’ll have to take it out of storage tomorrow.

“No.”

Ponds giggles, “I’m sure it’ll be entertaining at least.”

“Hondo,” Fox reiterates, digging his elbow back into Ponds’ stomach.

Ponds drapes himself over Fox’s back, knocks the side of his head against Fox’s, “As I said,” he simpers, “entertaining.”

Fox makes a disgusted sound, sneers down at the offending…. Gift.

‘All expense-paid cruise on the Hondo Ohkana ‘Sights of The Galaxy’ tour!!!!!!’ It proclaims in neon colours and excessive exclamation marks, ‘Very Romantic and Exciting!’

“When’s it say it’s good for?” Ponds asks, like he’s actually contemplating it.

“No.”

Ponds snatches the voucher out of his hands anyway, “Oh good! We aren’t busy that ten-day.”

Fox’s hand twitches, “I am not getting on a fucking ship with fucking Hondo Ohkana, Ponds.”

“Mhm, ‘course not Fox.” Ponds responds absentmindedly, pats his arm lightly in the way that means they are definitely getting on the fucking ship with fucking Hondo Ohkana, “We’ve got a ten-day to pack and get everything in order, that should be enough.” He nods to himself, breezes out of the room with a vague sense of purpose as he flits around the house, presumably for things to take on a ‘very romantic and exciting’ trip.

Fox is going to murder somebody, preferably Hondo, or Neyo.

He hears the sound of Ponds grabbing the DC-15A’s and he grimaces, ugh, time to find the fucking holdout blasters, those things haven’t been serviced in at least a ten-day, and he needs to check on the blaster packs for the DC-17’s. He can’t remember if he restocked the things after the last time he used them.

If they’re going on the fucking trip, they’re gonna be well fucking stocked.

(Fox manages not to murder Hondo, but it’s a very near fucking thing.

He does come back from the trip in a much better mood though, other than the twitch he’s developed from listening to Hondo all day. Ponds is annoyingly amused and smug about it. Fox ignores it, like he does every other fucking annoyance in his life.

He shuts down the talk of another trip like it happening any time in this fucking century before Ponds even opens his mouth to respond. Once was fucking enough thank you.)

__________

Colt closes his eyes, casts a net about his mind for a sliver of patience and finds his supply has dwindled something awful.

When he opens his eyes again both nuisance and potted plant are still there. Gree smiles winningly and Colt smells danger.

Or maybe he just smells the plant, because that is the thing overwhelming everything else right now. He glares down at it, it looks harmless, mostly, in it’s large pot but already Colt can hear the sounds of flies swarming around.

“That is not a houseplant,” Colt says, relatively tamely in his opinion, given that the overwhelming smell it emits is decay, “that is the type of plant one shoots and hopes doesn't survive the encounter.”

“It’s a very rare and endangered plant,” Gree lies, grin earnest and eyes bright with humour.

“It’s a pile of banthashit dressed up in vegitive form.”

“It’s an Amorphophallus titanum,” Gree corrects, “and it’s very rare, it’s one of the largest unbranched inflorescence in the galaxy that isn’t also carnivorous in any shape or form.”

Colt gives the plant a dubious look, “I’ll believe that when it doesn’t smell like it just ate and digested something.”

Gree shrugs, “It’s possible it’s a type of carrion flower…. but in the name of protecting it from extinction there’s no one I’d trust more than you.”

Colt twitches, he has no clue what a carrion flower is or how that accounts for the way it smells like Colt has a pile of corpses rotting away on his front step, but he does not like it at all.

The worst part is that he can’t actually tell whether this is Gree being serious or him pulling a shithead move. Because this is exactly the type of thing Gree would genuinely do and also the type of thing Gree would do just to fuck with him.

Behind him someone gags and Colt twitches.

“Fine,” he grits out, and Gree’s smile tries for sunshine and comes up partly cloudy and fully shiteating.

“Wonderful, thanks Colt.”

“Please leave.”

Gree laughs as he leaves and Colt closes the door with a sigh.

“It smells like someone died over there,” Blitz calls out and Colt groans.

“Really? I hadn’t noticed.”

Havoc sniggers, “It really does sir, we might have to keep the Little’s away for a few days, wouldn’t want one of ‘em puking.”

Colt winces, that image does enough to convince him of the necessity, the only thing that could be worse right now is over a dozen Little’s sicking up from the smell. “Might be for the best.”

Blitz hums, looking at the now closed door in interest, “How likely is it that he was pulling your leg?”

Colt slumps into his chair, “50/50” he admits and Blitz raises his eyebrows.

“That is almost more concerning. What the kriff did they put in your batch.”

“Mistakes,” Colt grumbles back. This is why he’s the oldest, he’s the only one in the entire batch who managed to wrangle any sense out of his tube and keep it all the way through.

Havoc laughs and Blitz snorts, then looks like he immediately regrets it, “Ugh, Colt your batch is full of sadists I’m not gonna get the smell out of my nose for weeks.”

“It’s probably seeped into the clothes at this point,” Havoc agrees and Colt groans.

(When Shaak comes home she takes one look at the plant and can’t seem to decide whether to grimace or smile.

“Apparently,” he drawls, “it’s a very endangered plant that’s been entrusted to my care.”

A burst of laughter ripples out into the room and Shaak smiles, hand covering her lips as her shoulders shake minutely, Colt forgets about the death plant for a second as he looks up at her, heart stopping for a moment in the split second it takes her to swallow her laughter back down and he wants nothing more than to pull that sound out from her again.

It takes him a minute to realize that at some point he’d started smiling. He can’t seem to stop it, but there are worse things to find himself unable to stop doing.

“It’s commonly known as a type of carrion flower,” she tells him finally, laughter lacing her tone, “otherwise known as a corpse flower for the smells they produce. It is not endangered, though there are those who agree that it might not be too much of a loss if it was.”

Colt groans. Shaak giggles and Colt finds himself forgetting for a second to plot his revenge.

Maybe Gree will get off a bit lighter this time, if only because Colt got to hear that bright laughter.

He hums, “Plant it far, far, far away from the house?” Shaak smiles, presses a kiss to his forehead.

“That, my dear Colt, sounds like a brilliant plan.”)

__________

Gree gives the box a look of suspicious distrust that makes Barriss giggle and Decker snicker.

It’s a big box, about the size of his torso and Gree has seen that bland, even smile too many times before to trust the contents of the box.

“Fox,” he warns and Fox’s grin goes sickeningly sweet.

“Gree, Baby Brother Dearest,” he drawls and Gree can hear the capital letters what the fuck, “I put my heart and soul into this you know, I’m hurt, really I am.”

That, Gree thinks sourly, is the worst load of banthashit he’s ever heard, and he’s had to listen to ‘scientific lectures’ given by people who read maybe one Edupad and then promptly forgot all of the information in the Edupad and decided whatever half-remembered thing left was Fact and Truth and refused to listen to Reason…. or sources and cited works.

Gree was very annoyed about that one, he’d put Effort into that paper thank you very much and he’d taken the class to learn things, not whatever that had been.

Fox wiggles the box in his hands around, expression pleasant and smile sharp.

Gree sighs. At least, he assures himself as he takes the box, it won’t be as bad as whatever happened after Fox and Ponds had come back from Neyo’s…… Gift.

Maybe.

The box is squishy. Boxes are not supposed to be squishy.

Gree has a Bad Feeling about this. He raises an eyebrow, Fox doesn’t even twitch.

Behind him Barriss is watching the exchange with wide, mirth filled eyes and a hand covering her mouth. Decker has long since lost the battle of keeping his snickering quiet and the rest of Gree’s so called loyal troopers of Green company watch with rapt attention.

He sighs again, loud and long-suffering, Fox’s smile never shrinks a shade less than serial killer pleased.

Gree unwraps the wrapping flimsi with ease, and then stares with distant horror at the plasti-cling underneath it. Not a box, no, plasti-cling.

It’s layered.

Gree twitches and reaches for one of his vibroblades.

“It’s very delicate,” Fox informs him, just as he gets the vibroblade out of it’s holder.

“Oh?” Gree asks, really quite pleasantly given the plasti-cling is so layered he can’t see a damn thing through it.

“Extremely,” Fox confirms, deadpan. Behind him Barriss giggles uncontrollably and Decker is flushed with laughter and gasping for air and the others aren’t much better.

“Do they always do this?” one of them whispers incredibly poorly, Gree twitches, Fox eyes him with that malicious amusement that cements his place as youngest forever in Gree’s head.

“Always,” Barriss whispers back, giggling still and Gree’s heart warms for a second before his impending humiliation via gift settles in again.

“I knew the Commander wasn’t only, you know, learny, but I always thought he was sane.”

“Oh he’s sane,” Cooker reassures, “far as we can tell their entire batch is just, Like That.”

“But this is Torrent lev—” Fox’s face gives an unpleasant twitch that Gree sympathizes with.

Torrent, ugh.

“Shhhh,” the rest of Green hisses and Barriss hides her head in her hands as she laughs.

“We don’t compare them to Torrent, makes them touchy,” Draa mutters, as if he isn't half the reason Gree goes into interactions with Torrent prepared to have engineering go on another crazed building spree. He has a hunch that they feed on each other, the engineers, and it's their own special kind of crazy that Gree is half fascinated by and half resigned to.

“My point stands.”

Gree grits his teeth, narrows his eyes at Green Company as a whole to no avail, turns a raised eyebrow to Barriss in a last attempt at gaining control of a situation he’d lost all hold over the moment Fox had walked up to him with a ‘gift from the bottom of my heart, Gree’.

His cold dead heart maybe. Gree is plotting his revenge already.

He puts the blade back with mechanical motions, feels around for the beginning of the despised plasti-cling, seriously who made it Gree has complaints for them, and begins the arduous task of unwrapping it all.

Who let Fox have this much plasti-cling.

(Over 10 hours of nonstop focus later the last of the plasti-cling has finally been ripped away and Gree stares at the new puzzle cube. Ugly and about the size of his palm. Much, much smaller than the wrapping he’d been given, nearly the size of his torso.

Gree makes a strangled sound that he will forever deny, Draa.

The plasti-cling sits around him tauntingly, viciously victorious in all it’s piled glory.

It takes 3 days for Green Company to stop laughing about it. It does not take 3 days for them to stop sharing the holopics and vids they took, that takes much longer.

Barriss is Gree’s favourite now, everyone else is awful and everything they say is lies, and Fox has been demoted to all the way to being the baby.)

__________

Neyo tilts his head, grin bordering manic, “That, is the ugliest piece of garbage I’ve ever seen.”

Colt smiles, “It’s high class art.”

“It looks like someone took cans of paint and dumped them on the nearest patch of dirt they found.”

“The texture adds value.”

“It’s chunks of dirt and grass.” Neyo hisses in delighted outrage.

Colt waves a hand, voice disinterested and all ‘above all this nonsense’ like, “Very classy. Made with only the best of intentions.”

Neyo giggles, “It looks like actual manure, I hate it.”

“I got it just for you,” Colt simpers, like the little shit no one ever believes he is, “I saw it and just knew you’d connect to it.”

Neyo cackles, “This is awful, you’re awful, I’m hanging it on the wall and telling everyone you painted it.”

Colt raises an eyebrow, “No one will believe you.”

He’s right, it’s awful. Neyo pouts, “I could convince them.”

No he can’t, but that’s besides the point.

Colt hums, “mhm, I’m sure you could kih’vod.”

Neyo flicks at Colt’s wrist and wilts, “This is harassment.”

“Whatever you say Ney’ika.”

“You’re a bully.”

“Mhm.”

“I can’t believe anyone thinks you’re responsible.”

“That is because I am.” Colt says, putting Neyo in a headlock, they both ignore the way Neyo tenses up for a fraction of a second before he relaxes, sulks, digging his elbow into Colt’s side.

It’s the first time Colt has given him such a blatantly awful gift. Neyo cackles and something shakes loose in his chest. His throat feels grossly tight and the stupid shitty canvas covered in dirt and paint sits leaning against the wall innocently.

Colt makes the same even face he uses on the Little’s when they’re being hilarious and he can’t afford to tell them or when he’s about to say something completely karking stupid because no matter how much he likes to tell everyone he’s the oldest he totally isn’t.

Neyo slips out of the headlock, giggles through the knot in his throat and rolls his eyes.

“You’re deluding yourself and everyone around you.” he tells Colt. Colt has only ever been responsible by necessity, and never once in all of Neyo’s memories of him, has he been anything less than an absolute shithead just like the rest of them when there was no necessity.

“Am not.”

“Are too.”

“I’m not arguing with you like a first-cycle.”

“Are too.”

“Neyo.”

“You’re the one who gave me the shitty painting.”

“It’s high class art you bastard.”

Neyo preens, “Thank you, still the worst thing I’ve ever seen though. Might hang it up in the front room, just to really bring it all together.”

Colt sighs, aggrieved. Neyo has no sympathy for him, really if you’re gonna play the game you gotta be in it to win it. It’s not Neyo’s fault that the trashy, awful, horrible dirt, grass, paint mixture splattered onto canvas happens to be horrifyingly tasteless. Neyo loves it. It’s gonna make Fox so mad.

(“Neyo,” Vaughn asks, staring at the wall, “why is there a, what even is that, dirt? On canvas?”

Neyo straightens up, grins wide, “Colt painted it. Out of the love in his heart and the limited talents he was decanted with.”

Vaughn raises an eyebrow, “That’s lovely and everything, why is it hanging in our front room.”

“It is horrifically awful and I love it and Fox and Ponds are coming over tomorrow.”

Vaughn laughs.

The next day, Ponds takes one look at it and giggles, “Fox, Fox come here, you’re gonna hate it.”

Fox takes one look at it and walks right back out of the house, Neyo cackles the entire time.)

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12timetraveler · 4 years ago

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How would the gang reacted if the reader has guniea pigs?

Gonna hold some Christmas piggies while I answer this.

~ I think the first reaction would be confusion.

~ a dog makes sense. It can guard the camp, take care of itself, maybe even help fend off intruders.

~ Even Arthur's thousand horses make sense with this way of life, because, you know, you can ride them. They get you places (even if he has more horses than he needs)

~ but a little guinea pig? They really wouldn't benefit the camp any. (Or so they think)

~ you found the guinea pigs in a little shop in town and feel in love immediately.

~ they were SO FUZZY

~ you had no money, but the shop owner was rude and kept them in a very small cage, so you felt no guilt when you snuck in that night and emptied his safe, as well as lifted the little cavies.

~ that was how you made Dutch okay with you having them.

~ "look at all the money I got from this job, Dutch. And all of it can go to the gang. I got my own little reward."

~ Dutch is confused by your new pet rats ("They ain't rats!" "Gophers. Whatever") but you did bring in a couple hundred dollars for the gang so he lets it slide.

~ Hosea immediately fell in love with the cute little things, and immediately went out and... Liberated a book on how to care for them.

~ you tossed out their little birdcage and crafted them a new enclosure using wood and chicken wire.

~ but honestly they don't use their cage much.

~ they're perfectly content to just sit out with the chickens and nibble the grass.

~ Grimshaw keeps the foxes away from the chickens, which then keeps them protected as well.

~ the piggies also stay close to you, following you as you move around camp.

~ Micah suggests eating them. You stomp on his foot and tell him if he so much as touches your new babies, he'll lose an eye.

~ The threat is directed at Micah, but everyone takes note.

~ Javier and Sean are a little confused by the rodents, but they both warm up to having them around.

~ Bill is charmed by the little creatures, though he'll never admit it

~ "I gotta admit, the wee squeakers are cute" Sean's says one night as one of them curls up against him.

~ the guinea pigs have particular favorite songs of Javier's, and they wheek with joy when he plays them.

~ they take to Charles immediately, following him around camp when you're not around.

~ he loves it.

~ he sits down to craft arrows or sharpen his ax, and the piggies just settle in nearby, munching on whatever they can find and lounging in the sun.

~ Swanson very nearly trips over them on numerous occasions. They learn to stay out of his way.

~ Strauss is oddly okay with their presence.

~ though he laments that they're both female so you couldn't breed them.

~ "lots of money to be made in the let industry."

~ Lenny loves when they curl up with him while he reads.

~ Molly is wary of them at first, but after a while she decides they're more like rabbits than mice, so it's okay.

~ Dutch just kind of watches them as they waddle around camp, not really sure what to make of them.

~ Jack loves snuggling with them, and they love snuggling with him.

~ Abigail loves them because they keep jack distracted.

~ the other girls think they're just adorable.

~ Mary Beth loves carrying one around as she goes about her day.

~ Tilly loves brushing their fur and helps you keep their nails trimmed.

~ Karen keeps calling them rats, but she does like them.

~ Uncle once tried to offer them some beer one night when she was a bit tipsy. You chased him off.

~ Kieran falls in love with them.

~ when he's tied up, they like to sit on his feet

~ once he's freed he gives them treats when he feeds the horses.

~ Pearson tosses all the carrot tops and other vegitable scraps their way. They hang around Pearson's table a lot during the early afternoon when he's chopping veggies.

~ Arthur comes back to camp one day with his bags overflowing with wild carrot.

~ after distributing them among the horses, he gives the rest to the guinea pigs.

~ he's enchanted by their happy little noises as they chew the carrot.

~ he starts bringing more herbs and vegetables back for them.

~The camp loses their mind when Arthur gives them raspberries and it stains their chins, making them look like little murderers

~ soon they start wheeking every time Arthur comes near them

~ and he always has a treat ready.

~ Sean gets jealous that Arthur's getting all their attention, and brings a big pile of dandelion leaves back to camp for them.

~ soon everyone is bringing them little treats they find on their travels.

~ it gets to the point where any time someone rides into camp, they guinea pigs go wild, squeaking and wheeking and kicking up a fuss until tribute is given.

~ this particularly comes in handy one night when Sean fell asleep on guard duty.

~ a group of O'driscolls tried to attack the camp.

~ upon seeing the new figures entering camp, the guinea pigs went crazy, demanding the tax be paid.

~ this awoke camp members, who quickly spotted the intruders.

~ what could have been a disastrous ambush became a quick fight for Van der Linde gang.

~ the guinea pigs were handsomly rewarded.

~ "Guard squirrels. Well I never." -Dutch, thoroughly impressed.

Javier approves these hcs

#hcs #guinea pigs #i had a lot of fun writing this #rdr2 hcs

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kyoko0001 · 4 years ago

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So I got re-diagnosed with ADHD recently and got on proper medications for it. I say re-diagnosed because I had been diagnosed in childhood multiple times, but my parents refused any sort of therapy or treatment for me. I’ve spent my entire life self medicating in various ways and beating myself up in an attempt to just be functional.

I gave up on normal years ago!! After so many teachers, family members, and friends just telling me to be quite. Just pay attention. Just make a list. Just try this app. Just stick to a routine. Just write it down. Just don’t be so sensitive... I seriously wonder sometimes if I just... human wrong?

The things my parents and teachers constantly told me run on repeat in my head every time I notice the gap between me and ‘normal.’ I berate myself by saying I am just being lazy. I am not trying hard enough. That if I can only do better, read another self help book, find a new app.... That I could be normal too. Everything would click and I could get my shit together.

Over the years I think I myself have become my biggest bully... and I learned to bully myself for the natural way my brain works because a bunch of uneducated adults and teachers told me I was purposely failing because I just didn’t care. I learned that I didn’t deserve love, empathy, or basic human respect until I ‘grew out of it’ and that was so deeply ingrained in me, and my inner critic got so big, that I thought I was just... bad. Not even broken! just offensively wrong to everyone and anyone I came across.

When I was a kid and still in catholic school we would stay after school mass for private prayer or reflection and I would look around at all the statues and crosses and wonder what I did to make god hate me.

Let that sink in.

I thought my parents and teachers hated me because god had made me bad. and no matter how many prayers I said, how often I went to confession, or how much repenting and apologizing I did to those statues... nothing changed.

I don't have a unique experience. I am sure a lot of you relate to this and I am fucking sorry.

I only graduated in 2015 guys. I’m 23. Those same ignorant teachers and school administrators sill work with kids just like me every single day and I wonder if they understand what a negative impact they can cause. Not just on kids with ADHD... but any kid who doesn’t have a perfect home life or is struggling with mental health issues. We are called liars. We are told we are faking. We are told we just want attention. We are called dramatic. We are told we are lazy. That we lack work ethic and if we don’t want to work at McDonalds for the rest of our lives we better get it together.

The thing that always frustrated me the most... is that I always tried.

It was never about not trying.

I don’t think I am more overwhelmed as an adult then I was in school... but I think I am more aware that it is not normal for things to actually be this hard. I’ve been in therapy for like... 2 years now I think? I needed two years of therapy to deal with the complex trauma from my first 18 years of life to even get to a point of being able to show myself enough compassion to not instantly shut down the thought of “well maybe I have no reason to lie to myself and everyone else about how my brain works?”

Yes.

I have a lot of genuine fear that I am making the entire thing up for attention and all those teachers and my shit parents were right all along. That really I am just lazy and life really is this hard and it wont get any better because everyone procrastinates or gets distracted every now and then.

I know I am not alone in this ether. Tons of people feel this way about their mental health because our society treats mental health differently than other forms of illness or trauma. You wouldn't worry about faking a broken arm or a failing kidney.

I was shaking as I waited for my appointment to start. I was terrified that I wasn’t going to be believed even though all I had to do was tell the truth. I was afraid to say that I felt like the coping skills I had learned on my own through self help books and therapy were not enough and I wanted to try medication. I was afraid she was going to think I was just a drug seeker because I have self medicated with different things in the past to try and quite my head down enough to function.

Instead I felt listened too, validated, and not alone.

I had my first day at work today on my new medication and FUUUUUCK is there a night and day difference. I don’t act any different in a social setting but guys... . My head was quieter then it has been in years and instead of crying in the bathroom because I was overwhelmed... I had to take a quick cry brake because it was 4:30 and I actually got everything done I needed to without my brain pulling me in 50 directions all at once.

Do you know how much energy you have at the end of the day when you’re not spending your entire day mentally berating yourself over the fact that you are doing everything but the thing you need to do? Do you know how much time I save when I don’t have to start from the beginning of work tasks over and over every time I get interrupted because I loose my train of thought and don't want to make a mistake?

After I got out of work it was not straight home to smoke some weed and vegitate because I am out of spoons and transformed back into my natural gremlin state. I stopped and put gas in my car, I did my dishes, I walked the dog, and I worked on my fics some while still getting downtime! I still got to play on tiktok and obsessively check the election results.

My energy level, concentration, and mood have been consistent the entire day. That NEVER happens.

I get to go to bed tonight knowing I did every fucking thing I was supposed to do today and honestly... I have no clue how many years its been since I could say that.

Today I wasn’t just functional... I got to feel normal.

#ADHD #adhdawareness #Trauma #kyokorambles

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rthoney · 4 years ago

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76: Do you like birds?

77: Do you like to swim?

78: Is swimming or ice skating more fun to you?

79: Something you wish didn’t exist:

80: Some thing you wish did exist:

81: Piercings you have?

82: Something you really enjoy doing:

83: Favorite person to talk to:

84: What was your first impression of Tumblr?

85: How many followers do you have?

86: Can you run a mile within ten minutes?

87: Do your socks always match?

88: Can you touch your toes and keep your legs straight completely?

89: What are your birthstones?

90: If you were an animal, which one would you be?

91: If a flower could aesthetically represent you, what kind would it be?

92: A store you hate?

93: How many cups of coffee can you drink in one day?

94: Would you rather be able to fly or read minds?

95: Do you like to wear camo?

96: Winter or summer?

97: How long can you hold your breath for?

98: Least favorite person?

99: Someone you look up to:

100: A store you love?

101: Favorite type of shoes

102: Where do you live?

103: Are you a vegetarian or vegan? If so, why?

104: What is your favorite mineral or gem?

105: Do you drink milk?

106: Do you like bugs?

107: Do you like spiders?

108: Something you get paranoid about?

109: Can you draw:

110: Nosiest question you have ever been asked?

111: A question you hate being asked?

112: Ever been bitten by a spider?

113: Do you like the sound of waves at the beach?

114: Do you prefer cloudy or sunny days?

115: Someone you’d like to kiss or cuddle right now:

116: Favorite cloud type:

117: What color do you wish the sky was?

118: Do you have freckles?

119: Favorite thing about a person:

120: Fruits or vegetables?

121: Something you want to do right now:

122: Is the ocean or sky prettier?

123: Sweet or sour foods?

124: Bright or dim lights?

125: Do you believe in a certain magical creature?

126: Something you hate about Tumblr:

127: Something you love about Tumblr:

128: What do you think about the least?

129: What would you want written on your tombstone?

130: Who would you like to punch in the face right now?

131: What is something you love but also hate about yourself?

132: Do you smile with your teeth showing for pictures?

133: Computer or TV?

134: Do you like roller coasters?

135: Do you get motion sickness or seasickness?

136: Are your ears lobed or attached?

137: Do you believe in karma?

138: On a scale of 1-10, how attractive would you say you are?

139: What nicknames do you have/have had?

140: Did you have any pretend or imaginary friends?

141: Have you ever seen a therapist/shrink?

142: Would you say you are a good or bad influence to others?

143: Do you prefer giving or receiving gifts/help?

144: What makes you angry

145: How many languages do you speak fluently?

146: Do you prefer boys, girls, and/or non-binaries?

147: Are you androgynous?

148: Favorite physical thing about yourself:

149: Favorite thing about your personality:

150: Name three people you would like to talk to right now in person.

151: If you could go back into time and live in one era, which would you choose?

152: Do you like BuzzFeed?

153: How did you meet your spouse/girlfriend/boyfriend/partner? [If you have one.]

154: Do you like to kiss others’ foreheads or hands for platonic reasons?

155: Do you like to play with others’ hair?

156: What embarrasses you?

157: Something that makes you nervous/anxious:

158: Biggest lie you have ever told:

159: How many people are you following?

160: How many posts do you have on your blog(s)?

161: How many drafts do you have on your blog(s)?

162: How many likes do you have on your blog(s)?

163: Last time you cried and why:

164: Do you have long or short hair?

165: Longest your hair has ever been:

166: Why do you like, dislike, or have neutral feelings about religon?

167: Do you really care how the universe and world was created?

168: Do you like to wear makeup?

169: Can you stand on your hands or head for more than thirty seconds?

170: Did you answer the questions you were asked truthfully?

1. im ok with my height 2. Australian Shepard 3. not really.is a sweatshirt and leggings a style? 4. wii 5. probably like the 5 people i talk to every day, hamilton, music 6. i thought of like 6 different things.. 7. idk you pick something and ill answer it 8. fuck idk 9. YES BUT IF YOU TICKLE ME BE PREPARE TO BE KICKED 10. just pollen 11. straight 12. all three. 13. both 14. mermaid hehe i love swimming 15. no 16. 5′ 7″ 17. eliza idk i like my name 18. no 19. nope 20. ocean 21. kinda more like my dad and stepmom are so like i kinda am too. idrk. 22. people umm idk 23. i dont know 24. i dont have one. they all kinda just look like stars to me.. 25. ^^ 26. wtf is that 27. heights. spiders. snake. most bugs in general. sleeping bags. 28. absoultely 29. no 30. H.A.M.I.L.T.O.N 31. i get startled pretty easily but like actually scared, a little less easly 32.fuck alot. ummm i think 14 not including all the fish ive had 33.well its anon so... 34. idk. 35. new york, paris, austria, irleand, 36. in the same town i have lived in my whole life 37. meduim brown 38. both.. 39. naw 40. both 41. my mutals 42. my best friendsssss 43. i want another percing on my ear 44. ig 45. no 46. no thank you :) 47. i hate the sound of things being hit on metal 48. lin manuel mirandas voice <3 49. nope 50.NOPE 51. LIN. MANUEL. MIRANDA. 52. HAMILTON 53. im feeling good 54. the color that it is..... 55. idfk 56. listening for music 57. not that i know of 58. it means elizard hamilton 59. music. friends. art. thats probably not what it meant but idk 60. yes 61. being and asshole 62. hamilton and fanfics, mostly 63. idk what this means 64. DOGS. CATS. PANDAS. MOST ANIMALS. 65.i have wayyyy more than three tho..... 66. idk. 67. i dont have one. 68. i dont know what that is... 69. aquaruis...? 70. no ones old and ones dumb 71. probably my pjs or my london tshirt and jeans/leggings 72. if anyone reminds me i will lol. i doubt anyone will read all of these tho. 73.yes but i dont wear them cause i cant walk in heals 74. idk.... 75. fuck no 76. yea 77. YES I LOVE SWIMMING 78. swimmingggg 79. wasps 80. every broadway show ever to be profretionally recorded. 81. i have two in each ear but i rarely wear the bottom one 82. paiting 83.any one of my best friends. 84. memes. depressed people. fandoms 85.166 86. fuck no. 87. nope. like %80 of the time they dont match 88. sometimes 89. amithest. 90. idk 91. daisiessss 92. idfk 93. 0-2 94.read minds 95. ..idk 96. WINTER 97. idk 98. this ass hole i used to be friends with. he was a racist dick and very toxic 99. i d k 100. idk 101. converse 102. Washington 103. No 104. idk 105. yes 106. some 107. nooooo 108. most things lol 109. kinda 110. idk 111. idrk 112. yea but just like tiny spiders 113. yessssssss 114. sunny unless its raining 115. i dont know. 116. i dont fuccking know 117. blue...? 118. i wishhhh 119 personality 120. vegitables 121. watch hamilton 122. sky 123. sweet, i dont like sour things 124. dim 125. no 126. idk 127. my friends <3 128. what does this mean... 129. idfk 130. my brother 131. basically everything about me 132. sometimes but not really. 133. computer 134. FUCK YEA 135. no 136.what? 137. no 138. 6.7 139. ri ri, ri, genie, honey, riles, bitch, eliza, weirdo, trash, riley elizabeth gene (not my name) 140. no 141. once. but i was super awkward and didnt talk the enitre time amd never saw her again. i probably need theriapy 142. good 143. giving 144. racists, terfs, people who are assholes 145. 1 146. boys 147. what is that 148. my eyes :P 149. idk 150. lexi. peggy. alex. 151. early brodway era 152. yes. sometimes its a problem 153. LOL IM SINGLE 154. yess 155. yos. espisally when my friends hate it so i do it to mess with them 156. my family. talking about my life with my family. sharing things i like with my family, talking about who i like. 157. preforming 158. how i met my best friend. its a long story but ill say if anyone wants me to 159. 142 160. 3563 161. 7 162. 4641 163. i dont know 164. long 165. probably now is the longest its been. or like kindergarden lol 166. ? 167. no 168. a little 169. hell naw 170. yea.

HOLY FUCK THAT TOOK SO FUCKING LONG

thank you anon

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A Bloom In Time P 11

(Disclaimer: The moss part I do NOT know is true, if you want to look it up go right ahead. Im just using it as logic on their fake planet and for the story.)

She felt sick.

The stretching fast feeling of teleporting was something she swore she never wanted to after that last incident of her zooming off into space with a tight sickly feeling, that left her crashlanding into a child's bedroom for a couple hours. But here she was again, only this time she was traveling through space in a different light. The blue-white light faded away into sparkles and allowed her to see she was laying down face up towards the endless blackness of space, but as the sparkles of light faded off she could only gasp and stare off into the quiet silence of the black.

Was this it?....Did she die and what happened before was all just a dream? Was she being taken to where ever beautiful place spirits went?

No. Couldn't have been. She was slowly falling backwards, strands of red hair slowly waving past her face as if she was underwater and slowly sinking down ever so slowly. Her blue eyes widened at the sight of thousands of stars twinkling and blinking at her good bye as she continued her decent, reflecting in her eyes as if they were the sea on a starry night. Two shooting stars stars shoot above her caught her attention when she blinked and her head followed them as they distended over her and forward. Following them Poppy's body turned along with her movements and she gasped. The-....The world! Her world! It was right there! Big, bold and wonderful! The round planet seemed to have an aura of it's own and glowed perfectly. The perfect gentle blue of the sea, the bright tan yellows of the desert. Many islands. The highest mountains surrounded by pure white clouds even looked as if she could reach out and grasp it almost. Did she sure she wasn't dead? Something whooshed over head and she looked up again to sparkling light. The two comets or shooting stars where still in front of her but much farther up ahead as they descended to the subcon planet. They were headed right for a giant strange dark, purple spot along one of the coasts as she could see, and even if they weren't on the same path, she could see from where she was slowly falling that she was headed right to that strange purple area too. It looked and gave her a different feeling compared to the rest of the planet. It looked....almost sad. Why? Well she was about to find out as she continued to free fall slowly but steadily down towards the world. She breifly wondered where her kingdom was and what happened to it for all this time but those thoughts were short lived when suddenly a giant gust of air blasted her in the face and on instinct shut her eyes and held her arms in front of her head to sheild her. She had just broken through the atmosphere of the plant and now free falling faster through the sky. Faced down towards the ground but after a moment she dared to reopen them. What came outta her was a sudden gasp of shock as panic and fear once again pulsed through her veins. She wasn't just in the wide open endless space anymore, she was falling through the sky pretty fast with white fluffy clouds whizzing by her now very fast form and she could barely open her eyes with all the wind blasting her right now. Her braid and hair whipping around wildly ultimately coming undone and becoming a red streak behind her. Making her look like a falling streak of a comment ready to strike the planet. She was taking deep breath and tumbling head over heels, her world turning that that time she tumbled down the hill as a kid. Only it went Sky n clouds then Purple land. Sky n clouds. Purple land. SKY N CLOUDS!! PURPLE LAND!! PURPLE!! BLUE!! WHITE!! PURPLE!! BLUE!! WHITE!! By this rate she would meet her doom when she hit the ground!! She slammed her eyes shut as she saw what looked like the ground and her body crashlanded into something hard making pain explode into the side of her body she slammed into what felt like wood!! WOOD definately!! Poppy knew that plant feeling anywhere. She yelled and cried out as her body slammed and tumbled into branches and other vegitation stranded on the vines. Just when she was SURE she would be made into a human pancake- SHE STOPPED!! The feeling of rope wrapped around her made her uneasy as she just kept her eyes slammed shut, shook, and breathed heavily.

Over head crows cawed and flew away sensing something bigger than her and the giant spider who might've attacked her for food immediately decided to climb up higher in the trees away from her and try to hide within the branches. With her eyes shut she didn't see the giant shadow rush past her on his way home, nor did he notice her hung above stranded by vines. She continued to breath heavily until with the confidence she was blessed with by her father, she opened one eye..... and seeing herself hung maybe three feet above the very edge of a dirty pond, she opened the other. Still breathing heavily, she blinked at the ground before wipping her head up and around. Purple. Around herself was lots of purple, dead trees, and when she looked behind her she saw what would would be called a bog. The only problem was there was enough fog surrounding her to make it where she couldn't see more than maybe ten feet away from her current position. Her body like suspected, was held up by vines most likely from the trees she crash landed into. Leaves and sticks stuck into her now long waist length hair. Her mind worried about not being able to see where exactly this bog began or ended, but after a moment she sighed. Heart beat going down. Glad she was still alive at least- SNAP!! She yelped and a moment later a loud splash echoed out as the vines finally gave under her weight and left the poor lady crashing into the swamp water. Thank peck it was only a few inches but that didn't stop her from becoming all dirty and wet from it. She quickly pushed her front from the swamp water and spat out the dirt tasting water from her mouth coughing and reaching one arm up to rub at her eyes as she use the other to crawl out from it. She didn't see the magic arm from the swamp reach out to drag her further in but stopped because 1. She was already too far close to the edge to really drag in, and 2. She was out within a few seconds anyways. The magic arm retreated from where it came from just as fast and she still didn't see it as she continued o cough and spit out the taste. Groaning and sitting upon her knees as she got her bearings and let her body have a moment from the light feeling of falling from space, pain from crash landing in trees, and now cold and wet from the water now. Once she was done getting the taste out of her mouth she stuck her tongue out in a normal 'yuck' expression and blinked around at the strange fog induced place of purple. She....She must've crash landed in some kind of bog or swamp. Either way, she was glad she wasn't dead at least.

"......Frozen to death for a thousand years loosing everything by the hands of a crazy queen turned into a monster, who then got rescued by aliens on a spaceship with a ghost father, then I fell from space into a bog and now I'm all dirty and wet while almost dying again......Can't get worse than this surely," she muttered as she shakily pushed herself on aching legs and shimmied out of whatever vines were left clinging to her. Now was not the time for sitting down and feeling sorry for her situation no matter how unbeleivable it was or how much her body ached. What she needed right now was a way out. Now what did she learn on her Dad's farm? "Let's see." She held her chin. "The planet's sun rises to the very middle of the sky when it's exactly 12 p.m. every day except in winter when days are slower and it changes to 2 p.m., so depending on where I landed on the planet it could be any time. ...And it's too foggy to determine what time zone or direction it's heading." She could pull her hair at that. Ok. THINK Poppy! The sky was a bright blue when you fell. So at most it's somewhere between a late-ish morning and early afternoon. So at most she was somewhere realtivly in the middle of a continant right? So either way if her planet's sun was somewhere in at least the north of the sky...That would mean...She still had no idea. "UGH!! How do sailors navigate like this!?"

OK!! Obviously the fog was messing up her surroundings and even looking up proved no results as she groaned and looked around some more until she spotted it....MOSS!! OF COURSE!! WHY HADN'T SHE THOUGHT OF THAT SOONER?! MOSS USUALLY GROWS ON THE NORTH SIDE OF TREES!! Poppy instantly began looking around at these poor, poor trees. Breifly wondering why they were all so devoid of life and low and behold there it was!! A small patch of green dingy moss stuck out on one tree near the swamp water and quicker than she thought, she raced towards it and grabbed the old crusty bark where it was. Now moss didn't ALWAYS grow on the side of trees but it was the only thing she could go on at the moment and guess. She stood up slowly after inspecting it and looked in the direction it was pointing, towards the water.

"So if north is presumably in THAT direction, then south would be in the complete opposite. Which means east would be behind me and west in front." She gave a cringe look at the water again. "And considering the water seems to end there....the most likely way to avoid this water would be to go in the opposite direction." She pointed a hand in what hopefully was south. "So that way would seem the best way to get out of this creepy place."

Or at least she hoped so. Hang on a second? Wasn't she supposed to be with some kind of little alien? Where the world did they go?! She literally free fell was space to her doom for crying out loud! Was this how aliens traveled to planets?! By freefalling from their ship? She shook her head, some of the dirt and sticks falling to the ground from her tangled up mess. She had better get stepping if she wanted to find some way out of here..and get a bath. But she soon discovered it wasn't going to be that easy trudging through the weird swamp or dead forest fast. The fog was so thick it would've taken at least four of the strongest lumberjacks in the land to make so much as a dent in it. The only thing she could see were tall long slender shadows which turned out to just be more dead trees. It was strange, these trees had no life in them that's for sure...but also showed no signs of rotting away like she was sure they should've had by the looks of them. strange. The only plants that she had seen so far that were alive was the strange vines she had thankfully been caught in before hitting the ground, it was strange. Purple dirt, heavy fog, dead trees all around...Made for something out of a campfire story. She couldn't even see the any sunlight beyond this stuff. As the woman made her way through the thick fog and strange forest of dead wood, she was VERY unaware of the dangers that lurked in them. After about maybe twenty or thirty minutes of this walking she brought her arms up to start rubbing at her sides. It wasn't very warm where ever she was, and her damp clothes clinging to her weren't helping either. Maybe it would've been better if she had just stayed on that ship with that blanket....

Maybe she would've been better off not even coming to this kingdom in the first place. If she knew a crazy queen was going to-

"Miss Poppy!?"

She jumped and snapped her head around at hearing her own name being called. It sounded very soft and distant, but still loud enough to be heard faintly. Could it be someone was looking for her or was she hearing things?

"HELLO?! IS SOMEONE THERE!! I CAN SURE USE A PECKIN' HAND HERE!!," she yelled out but got no response in return for her shout.

Whatever it was, it left as soon as it came but that didn't stop her from still looking around and not paying attention to where she was going so she shouldn't have been surprised when the ground suddenly swallowed her up making her fall backwards and yell out. What swallowed her up was a large flash of white and she once again felt herself get stuck up feet in the air again. Oh pecking GREAT! What had she gotten herself into NOW?! The white sheet felt like some kind of rucksack her father used to use to sack the potatoes before charting them off to the market place. But it was a dingy white from being hidden under a layer of dirt for who knows how long, and instead of potatoes it was HER that was stuck in them. Well not on her watch! Poppy, fed up with everything at this point just gritted her teeth and began pushing against the confines of her new prison. It was tight, compact, and obviously meant to hold tightly. Whoever had made it knew EXACTLY what they were doing when making it.

"PECKING STUPID TARP THING!!" She pushed against it and it wasn't easy in the cramped space and the swaying she caused with her pushing against the sides trying to get loose. Too bad she didn't have some kind of sheers or sharp object to cut through the thick tarp thing. "LET ME OUT!! IM DONE WITH THIS PECKING SHI-"

She was shut up when she felt the whole world shake. Knocking the poor trapped woman back onto her behind within the trap, what sounded like a humungous tree cracking and falling over with the shaking made her freeze up more as a sudden feeling of dread came over her and it was backed up by the swaying of the trap. Also caused by the shaking. The panicked cawing of crows as they flew to safety amplified whatever she was feeling, blue eyes looking around wildly until they locked onto movement. SOMETHING. BIG. Was just outside the tarp. A shadown silently moved along side the outside of the tarp and her breath hitched. OK! Don't freak Poppy! It was probably just a wild animal. Like a deer or a giant bird. Oh she hoped it wasn't a bear!

SNAP!!

The woman tumbled out from the bottem of the trap and her yelp was interrupted as she face planted the dirt. Dirt and small twings sticking to her still damp self. Purple. EVERYWHERE. Suddenly dark purple. Her head raised in horror as reality itself disappeared and purple warped her view everywhere. Her red hair coming down to block her face and screw up her world veiw even more but she preferred that over the same giant shadow suddenly falling over her and the booming raspy voice behind it that turned her body back to ice.

"AAAAAAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!! FFFFFOOOOOOOLLLLL!!! YOU BLEW IT PUNY MORTAL!! NO ONE ENTERS MY DOMAIN AND WALKS OUT THE SAME!!" Poppy's frame began to shake as the foreboding feeling of something LARGE looming over her leaned down closer to her body. Goosebumps covered herself and the tall figure could literally hear her teeth chatter and her body shake. The fanged smile of Snatcher smiled despite himself, despite the day and a half. At least he could get a little pleasure out of seeing puny mortals shake before his might like they should be and see the fright in their eyes....Only he couldn't see her eyes, she was facing away from him. That would soon be fixed though. "You came at a very bad time, Lady. Unfortunately for you I'm not in a 'living' mood today. But tell you what, I'll grant you the honor of seeing your demise before it happens. Now. Turn. Around. And maybe I'll allow you to say some last words."

Poppy couldn't!! She just remained frozen within the dark of the shadow before her...but her body as if under some kind of spell, shaking badly, slowly turned to meet her doom. Snatcher smiled his best menacing smiled at the dirty sea of flame red hair, as the woman's arm was shaking. SLOWLY reaching up to move her hair away and he could clearly see the oh so scared blue horrified eyes and red freckles dotted along her face like rose petals blowing in the wind. But when they met....Both had opposite reactions. Poppy let a sudden inhale and loud gasp come from her throat. Feeling the blood drain from her face as the shadow blocked out any light avalible and what met her in the light's place was two round yellow eyes and a frowning mouth. She was an ant compared to him and for another time in her life, felt very very small. The entirety of the ghosts amusement and glee ABSOLUTELY disappeared once the features of the woman was shown to him. Making the ghost look like he's seen a ghost.

.......No.....NO!...NONONONONO!! This wasn't-.....N O! The ghost's arms shook as he just stared down this woman. Yellow eyes wide and many many memories suddenly slapping him in the face as those yellow eyes saw the seen play before him as a downward spiral for him in panic and fear. A seen in a dungeon, a sobbing prince hanging from shackles as the cold crept in, one last promise escaping his lips to a Princess of Flowers. Sharp as a thorn. Hair red as roses. Blue eyes like hydrangeas. Skin as soft as petals. And always surrounded by a scent better than any lily. A final promise and good bye he made long ago with his final dying breath-

"I-Im s-so sorry, Poppy. I-...love-...you ..w-with all my heart and soul....may my soul...never....forget...that.."

"A-A-A-.......AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!"

Poppy frightfully ducked her hand back down at the unholy yell coming from the ghost and even when it stopped suddenly she didn't look up as it echoed throughout the plain of existance she was currently in.........It was like a weight was suddenly lifted from her chest and the heavy feeling of being small went away, as did the feeling of indemping doom and fright...She blinked utterly confused...and dared to look confused back over her shoulder. The....snake shadow...thing was a little ways from her facing away and having his back towards her having a moment it seemed. She guessed whatever was considered his back(she was also guessing it was male by the voice) was facing her and it's tail and two arms was sprawled on the dark purple ground holding it up as it seemed to heave and make raspy breaths. Snatcher's mind went absolutely blank and his noodle arms shook every few seconds as he gathered himself from the sudden flashback he didn't expect. Poppy gazed at him breaths heaving before looking around this strange purple place, looked as it it was some sick purple snowglobe. And began to back awa- Poppy stopped. Literally stopped as her back made contact with some kind of invisible wall she couldn't see as she tapped the palm of her hand against it a few times. Still glancing at the giant purple creature to her rig-

"You can't get out," he rasped out. Poppy jumped whirling back around to her captor as Snatcher still stared down at the purple dirt. Eyes narrowing and a frown coming over his face but he still didn't look at the petrified girl. "...WHO are you and why are you in my forest?"

Poppy's mouth was already open in fear, but at this ...thing speaking to her in her own language..Well. It was that shock that drove away the shock from being scared and make her blink at the giant thing. Only one thing could escape her mouth and she didn't mean to say it either. "Why?"

....The thing's head raised to twist around to her with that fed up expression and she shut up again. "I ask the pecking questions here fool! And I won't repeat myself either so you better fess up before I change my mind. And trust me when I say no one likes that."

She gave a shutter and curled her knees up hugging her arms. "I-I....I don't know-"

"That's NOT an answer. You got here and I want to know HOW and NOW!!" His voice shook the empty space and she ....well she scowled back at him temper at the back of her mind started to flare up a wee bit from all she's been through.

"I said I don't know! I don't know where I am and the only way I got here is by crash landing from space and falling into from rotting wood! You pecking purple jack-o-lanturn worm!!" If he was going to be her doom then so be it! She had nothing to gain or lose.

The thing seemed to almost flinch and a brief moment of surprise flashed across his face before the scowl came back. Thick country accent sounded like her- "How did you get in space?", he asked getting up and floating again staring down at her. He was easily sixteen feet.

Her brow rose. "I was rescued by a little girl-''

"Hattie," Snatcher mutter gazing off in thought. ...Woman in an apron. Those eyes snapped back to her. "What. Is. Your. Name?"

"......Poppy."

He flinched back eyes widening.....before a hum escaped him and he just...stared at her for a good long time. Neither said anything as they stared silently at each other and Poppy felt as though he was suddenly her every feature right down to staring into her very soul. And he might as well with what he mentioned earlier. Her blue eyes widened again when he floated forward, herself straining against the invisible wall as the purple reality slowly disappeared back into the foggy forest of dead trees and fog-

"Oof!"

The wall suddenly disappeared and had her landing on her back and looking up at the thing as it loomed over her again, this time reaching down and picking her up by the back of her dress and once again she was magically back in the air suspended by his arm. She got a good look up close of his face with was human-like in shape and what looked to be hair on his head and a sorta like lion mane of more purple hair around his neck and shoulders. Those narrowed eyes stared at her suspended messy self another glance before he hummed again.

"You and I are in for a very long talk to catch up."

#Snatcher

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purplesurveys · 5 years ago

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3 words that describe...

Your personality: (A bit) aloof, sensitive, and shy.

Your friends: Loud, laidback, cheeky.

Your family: Emotionally distant, (mostly) religious. I’m cheating so much on this looooool.

Your life: Right now? Put on hold. Thanks, coronavirus.

Your current mood: Hungry, and irritated eyes.

Your dreams/goals in life: Ok three words will be too short for this so I’ll just enumerate three whole phrases: I’d like to have a job that pays well, get a house that doesn’t have to be huge, but it has to come with features I’ve always wanted like cove lights and a yard for the kids and dog to play in, and get settled.

Your partner/boyfriend/girlfriend (if you have one): Funny, intelligent, courageous.

The person you last talked to: Brave, considerate, responsible.

The room that you are currently in: Comfortable, well-lit, homey.

The world in your perspective: Many stupid humans.

Yes/No questions...

Are you creative? Absolutely not. I like doing the logical/rational side of things... I let others take care of creative aspects, if they have to be present.

Do you like spending a sunny day outdoors? NO, unless I’m at the beach then sunny is the only way to go. Otherwise I’d rather be indoors or somewhere air-conditioned thx.

Do you get upset easily or over the littlest things? I can be. It’s usually when I’m already stressed/antsy enough, or if I’m on my period.

Do you dislike any of the people in charge of you (i.e: teachers, bosses)? I don’t particularly dislike my prof in my Rizal course but he sure teaches like he doesn’t want to be there. I just haven’t been getting the enthusiasm off of him, and that’s really important to me when it comes to being interested in my subjects. Oh but my PE coach this sem is a bitch - one time I forgot to wear the shirt color she demands us to follow and she ignored me for the entire period. Quickest way to make me feel shitty. So yeah. Probably her.

Do you like to read books/magazines/newspapers? I like books only if they’re non-fiction. I...don’t really read magazines anymore, and I kinda have to check into newspapers from time to time because I take up journalism.

Are you family-oriented? Towards my girlfriend’s family, yeah. I don’t really care about being family-oriented for my own.

Have you ever been friends with someone in the past out of sympathy? Yeah, this girl named MJ in Grade 7. She was a new-ish student then and no one was approaching her, so Gab and I tried to befriend her for a time. Didn’t really pan out that well - we just didn’t mesh - so we stopped talking not long after.

Do/did you ever get nervous around people you are/were crushing on? I still do.

Do you believe in global warming? Duh.

Are you happy with the way society/the world in general is? I’m typically pessimistic when it comes to people, so no not really. I just feel like the bad news always overweigh the good these days - and while good news can serve as rays of sunshine sometimes, I’d rather face reality than live in my own bubble and choose to be oblivious to all the shitstorms happening around me.

Do you ever question your own religion/beliefs? I did, as early as when I was 10. The Bible just didn’t make sense to me to my frustration, and I’ve always felt disgusted with my school guilt-tripping us to be good people because a man got crowned with thorns and nailed to a giant cross. I figured I can be good simply because I choose to, so I let go of my Catholic roots quickly after. Having no friends that time surely forced me to think hahahahahahaha jk 1/2

This/That...

Do you prefer today's trends/styles, or ones from the past? Both have awesome stuff, there’s no need to pick. I’m really into the mom jeans of the 90s, but I also like the yellow trend that’s been going on recently.

Being too cold or too hot? I’d rather be shivering but be comforted with a thick blanket, than sweat bullets and have absolutely no way to cool myself down.

Uploading music to your iPod, or buying CDs? Depends. I used to buy the CDs of my favorite artists then just download the other music I’m not as passionate about.

Fruits or vegitables? VEGETABLESSSSSSSSSSSS. I hate fruits.

Chocolate or vanilla? Chocolate, for the most part. Vanilla tastes like nothing to me. Baseball or football? I don’t watch either and I probably won’t enjoy either either lmao, but I have a bias towards football because my girlfriend’s sisters play the sport. The mall with a bunch of little stores, or one single, big store? Malls kinda work differently here... they’re all one big building with a bunch of restaurants, clothing shops, sports shops, novelty stores, etc. Rap music or rock and roll? Not a big fan of either but I’d go with rock and roll I guess. I like some rap but none of them make me feel things, which rock can sometimes do for me. Roller skates or roller blades? I owned a pair of roller blades when I was 10 and had fun memories with it even though I never did learn how to do it properly. Horror movies that give you nightmares, or romance that makes you vomit? Horror for sure. I don’t even like romance-only movies; they have to be laced with a lot of comedy in between for me to enjoy them. Making more friends or making more money? Making more money sorry LMAOOOOOO Living it up and being stupid, or being safe and never pay the price? I’d always rather be safe. I hate getting reprimanded or caught doing something bad or being punished. Doing more of the talking, or more of the listening in a conversation? Listening, please. I don’t like having the attention on me for too long. Giving or receiving? Giving I guess? I always have a pretty good sense of what my loved ones need, and it’s always nice to see how good they feel when I give it to them. Cats or dogs? Dogs. Playing on the swingsets or the slides (as a kid)? Swings. I was traumatized by one slide when I was 6 because it was apparently blistering hot when I slid down from it, and it almost burned my butt off lmao.

Would you rather...

Bolding these because I’m lazy.

Live off of just food for 2 days, or just beverage for 2 days?

Tell a lie and be believable, or tell the truth and still be blamed?

Die at 65 with the love of your life, or live to 85 being single?

Fart and be heard from far away or fart and be smelled from far away?

Be tickled for an hour straight or be woken up by a bucket of cold water?

Have a cabel snap while bunjee jumping or have the bar go up on a coaster?

Have a deadly plague or a nuclear bomb hit your country? (Don't get ideas!) < This is a sick question to ask these days lol. I’m not answering.

Lick a frozen telephone pole or stick your hand in dry ice? Be rejected by your favorite celebrity or by someone you secretly admire? Give up your favorite food for eternity or eat a bowl of dead spiders? Make a lot of money at a job you hate or little money at a job you love? Jump off a bridge or from a moving car? < Another sick question.

Favorites...

Color(s): Pink, sky blue, off-white.

Song(s): I don’t have one at the moment. I haven’t listened to any music in a while, save for lo-fi.

Artist(s): Beyoncé if we’re talking solo, Paramore if you mean bands.

Music genre: I don’t have a favorite one; my taste is pretty scattered.

Movie: Two for the Road or Good Will Hunting

TV show: Breaking Bad, Friends, BoJack Horseman, Queer Eye

Actor and actress: Gregory Peck; Audrey Hepburn or Kristen Stewart

Movie/TV genre: Romantic comedy or drama lmao, I’m a sappy bitch. Suspense and psychological horror are also cool.

Restarant: Yabu, Mendokoro Ramenba, or Silantro

Food: Sushi

Dessert: Macarons

Hobby: Going to museums! Or reading about the history of anything.

Activity to do out of boredom: Scroll my social media feeds orrrrrr do surveys, or watch cooking videos on YouTube heh.

Type of weather: Bleak, rainy, and chilly.

Book: I don’t have a favorite.

Subject in school: History

Item that you own: My car hahahaha

Pastime: Eating out and window shopping. Maybe I’m just saying these because I haven’t been to a mall in a while :/

Site: Palawan

Tourist attraction: I’ve always wanted to go to those towers that lets you go to the top floor and the floor is just literal glass. If I’m gonna be a tourist-y tourist, that’s the first place I’d go to haha.

Random questions in your own words...

If you could have any desired superpower, what would it be?

The history nerd in me would take up time travel in an instant. And I won’t even be using it as a superpower lmao, it’d be like a research pastime for me.

What would be your dream job?

If I wasn’t such an introvert and if I were a lot better in handling crowds, I really would have wanted to be a pro wrestler.

Descibe your dream date:

Museum in the day, cute dinner at night.

What was the best day of your life like?

I don’t know if that has happened yet.

What was the worst day of your life like?

So far my worst day was when I wasn’t accepted into my school paper in high school and I spent like 18 hours crying my eyes out. I liked writing and was accepted for my portfolio, but people thought I was too shy to fit the group’s dynamic and ended up getting booted. There are quiet writers too, assholes.

If you ever have kids one day, what you you name them?

Too early for this lol I’ve only had name picked out - Olivia.

What's one thing that will bring you out of your worst mood no matter what?

My dog. FOR SURE.

Who's the most annoying person you've ever encountered?

Jem, someone from my college who thinks she’s close with me but I really do not like her at all.

If you could grow up to be like anybody, who would it be?

I don’t believe in having role models. I just want to be the best version of myself.

If you could change something about yourself, what would it be?

My mental health could be mental healthier.

What's your favorite inspirational/famous quote? I don’t depend on these either. Describe your dream ice cream sundae (unlimited toppings): Meh, I don’t like sundaes. Just scoops would be fine with me. What comes to mind first when you think of your favorite color? I have no idea why this is what I remember, but it was the day I went shopping for school supplies and got myself a pink clipboard, pink pencil case, pink expander, and pink highlighters. I think it’s because it was that day where I had to acknowledge that pink was in fact, unironically, my favorite color HAHAHA What's something in your life that you once hated but came to like? ^ The color pink. And chicken curry. What's something in your life that you once liked but came to hate? Cooked salmon. There was one phase my mom made it almost everyday and I just got sick of it. I refuse to eat salmon to this day unless it’s sashimi or in sushi. If you could stop any chaos/problem in our world today, what would it be? This fucking pandemic. 2020 CAN’T CONTINUE BECAUSE OF YOU. What would be the best way to die, in your opinion? Peacefully, in sleep, with no pain. What would be the worst way to die? Falling off a cliff (or anywhere high) and landing on a boulder EUGH I cringe at it. Also getting impaled. AND plane crashes. If you could give your room a free makeover, what would you do to it? I’d make it look spacier by moving the bed to the wall so there’s a lot of free space in the middle. I’d also add a desk, work chair, and a lamp so I can study there. If you could have an unlimited amount of anything, what would it be? The number of years my dog would live. What's one thing that you like that would probably surprise your friends? They know I like punk rock in general but I haven’t shared any of the music with them. It would definitely surprise them. Out of everything in the world, what holds the most meaning to you? Stability.

#survey #surveys

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tum-blrb · 6 years ago

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Real life fantasy

I had a fanfictionesc experience with my boy friend last night. I’m gonna retell it with Sadie and Sam. His innitiation was into improv club but im going to make it an innitiation into B.E.E.S.T. Note this is probably not cannon to the comic. Also I’m gonna tell this from Sadies perspective since it’s mostly my perspective.

I had watched him at the training session. His biceps bulged at the slightest bend of his elbow. I had always thought he had broad chest even though he seemed to always think he needed to bulk up more. He was objectively wrong but I found no harm in letting him think otherwise. As long as he had a clear body image and liked himself as much as I did, that’s all that mattered to me.

I watched Inaya’s eyes travel over him and I knew exactly what she was thinking. How the hell did he fit that ass in those jeans? I felt a pleasure in knowing I would be the only one to find out. At the end of our training session (improv show) There was a ceremony to celebrate our last practice before battle. (We went to Denny’s)

“So...what are you guys doing now?” Moyo asked.

I told him we were heading to the ceremoni and he asked if he could ride along.

Sam was accomodating as usual. I told him to put away his G.P.S. and proceeded to direct him with my own british accent. Perhaps I would have done better had I not been so easily confused about my left and right. When we made it the ceremoni we found our friends and I determined what I wanted from the menu faster than I ever have before.

He ordered a breakfast platter while I ordered a steak and vegitables. Any time there were this many people in a room togethure I had no choice but to engage them in a game. I had brought paper and pens for a game of telestrations. This time I brouht enough pens for everybody even though only seven out of twelve of us were playing.

“Are you gonna play?” I asked Sam who was helping me to recruit players from the table.

“Ofcourse.” His enthusiasm was genuine. Immediatly I felt disgusted with myself for the amount of adoration I held in that moment. He would cringe if he knew.

I couldn’t help but to whisper under my breath a subtle “Your perfect.” Even though no one is.

So amid conversation, and youtube videos, and a painful compilation of sounds we played the game. When the food arrived we cleared the table.

“French toast breakfast platter?”

“Thats him.” I said, tilting my head in Sam’s direction.

He took the plate, perplexed by the lack of food on it. I recieved my steak and could sense mild jealousy from my right side. (Left handed couples bennefit from that one shared trate) “Don’t worry. I’ll share.” I promised him. But an even larger plate of hashbrowns, eggs, and sausage followed mine.

“Aww I asked for bacon?” He murmered.

“Need me to advocate for you?” I asked.

“Nah. It’s fine.” He said politely.

“You want a piece of steak?” I offered.

“I would love some steak.”

And so I proceeded to saw at the juicy sirloin. I slid a nice chunk of it off my fork and onto Sam’s plate.

“Wow that’s really good. Do you like it?”

I smiled making the second cut. “I don’t know. I haven’t tried it yet.”

“You gave me the first piece?”

“I did.”

“Aww That’s so sweet.”

And before I knew it his plate was cleaned asside from the sausages and a smear of egg yolk.

I watched the leader pour shots of syrup into little cups.

“Sadie, do you remember the ritual?” He asked mischiefously.

“I don’t remember ever having to do it.” I admitted.

“What ritual?” Sam asked.

But I had been instructed not to tell.

“Can you pass the sugar?” He asked me as his coffee was refilled.

“Regular sugar right?”

“No. i really want that aspertame stuff.” He said sardonicaly.

As he toor open his sugar packet the group leader came to a stand.

“Now I’m not realy one to make speaches but I thought I should say something. Something. There I said it. But here at B.E.E.S.T. we have a ceremoni for innitiating new members. Everyone here has done it. Well Sady is questionable. So I poured all of the new members syrup shots.”

I wanted to lay a hand on Sam’s shoulder and tell him it was optional but it wasn’t my place. Besides I didn’t want to smother him and make his decitions for him.

“Guess I’ll be drinking my coffee black then.” He mused, setting asside the sugar packets. He toasts his shot of syrup hesitantly. The face he makes is one I have never seen before. His eyes widen with a sort of fear. His only focus is on keeping the syrup down which he looks like he might not be able to. I imagine this is the face he makes when he’s about to be ill.

“That was very unpleasant.” He cholks

“You alright?” I fight the instinct to lay my hand on him. Normaly, I would be scooting away or flenching in this situations.

“I’m fine.” He tries to wash away the syrup taste with black coffee.

“Want some steak?” I ask him.

He pausses to assess his stomach. “Sure.” He says.

“Figured it might balance out the sugar.” is my explanation as I hand him the fork.

“Mmm at least with burbon the burn only lasts for a minute. I can still feel the syrup.” He says sickly.

“Drink some water.” I suggest, and rather than arguing he says “that’s a good idea.” And proceeds to sip from his glass.

I give him the last piece of steak. I had intended to order dessert to share with him but judging by the way he keeps rubbing his stomach under the table I decide I should probably hold off. Though I do make mention of it for some reason.

He’s still playful though, making jokes with everyone and going along with their chinanigans like hiding in foyer from our friends before we leave.

On the drive home he opens up a bit about he’s fealing. “Ugh, I just feel... ack, bleck, augh.” He shakes his head commicaly trying not to be to complainy. “eck”

“We’ll get you home so you can sleep it off.” I promise him. And I go on to tell him how much I appreciate that he does things, and that he’s fun, and that he steps out of his comfort zone.

“You’re so sappy.” He tells me.

“You’re the one who’s full of syrup.” I remind him.

“Mhh Yea. And now I feel queasy.” He says and I feel ever nerve in body light on fire. I still don’t know if he heard me moan involuntarily.

We drop off our friend and head to Sam’s dorm. As soon as the back car door shuts I’m a loose cannon.

“I want you so bad right now.” I blurt.

“I figured you would-” He’s about to say more but I go onto describe the way his pants accent his butt, the way he looks like a greak god every time moves. But he knows what I’m diying to say.

“My stomach hurts a little.” He winces. And I know he isn’t acting because he can’t keep a streight face during roleplay.

“You should drink some water.”

“I know. I want you to give it to me.”

“Are you sure?” I ask. I feel like I’m in a dream.

“Yes.” He says. “It can be our forplay.”

“Foreplay? I thought you wanted to go to sleep.” I say gently. Though I certaintly don’t want to go to sleep.

“Yea but I want to cum first.” He addmits. “Besides I’m in the perfect state for you right now.”

He isn’t joking. Just queasy enough to need some soothing, but not so queasy he doesn’t want to be touched.

“Hell yea.” I say. “Fuck. I don’t know if I’m horny or I have to pee.”

“Probably both.” He reassures me.

He’s right. And when i come out of his bathroom I find him standing in the middle of his room.

“Take my shirt off.” He whispers. “Take your own bloody shirt off.” I tell him, trying to quote something we’ve watched recently.

“You want to don’t you?” He asks.

I admit that he’s right and I pull his shirt off over his head.

“Can you undo my pants too?” He asks me. I slink down kissing his tender stomach gently and unfasten his pants. I know he’ll feel so much better when his syrup filled guts aren’t being squeased.

“Compression shorts too?” I ask him.

“If you want.”

I pull on the front band, making room for his stomach to relax.

“You’de probably feel better with some of the pressure off you.”

I pull the shorts off and rub his tummy in small circles.

“That feels good.” He groans.

“Do you want to lay down I ask him?”

“Yea. That might help” And he follows me into his bed where he lays his head in my lap as I stroke his hair and tend to his stomach ache. He takes off his glasses, folds them, and sets them on the window sill before tenting the blinds.

He gives a controlled sigh and nestles into my breast.

“How’s your stomach?” I ask him.

“I still feel a bit queasy.” He admits.

“Do you want some water?” I ask him.

“Yes.”

So I grab a bottle from his nightstand and proceed to pour some in his mouth. The first sip is small the following one he nearly cholkes on. I follow it from his throat to his belly with my finger.

“Something inbetween the two of those.” he seems weak.

I make a second attempt.

“That was more like the first one but I’m fine.” So I cap the water and go back to massaging his syrup filled tummy.

“Rub my chest.” He whispers. And when I do he moans pleasently his muscles relax.

"Use your nails."

And so I do. I'm absolutely batty right now. My head spinning, but in like a really soothing way.

His stomach isn't as grumbly as usual which leads me to believe its overly full. Though it hardly bulges. At least not as much as other things do.

"Starting to feel better actually." He says somewhat surprised.

I'm ecstatic that this actualy working. That I'm able to sooth his nausia. I kiss him on top of the head. His Normaly curly hair cut too close last time and now its a bit prickly though grown out quote a bit.

He sits up to adjust. The movement burps him and seems somewhat relieved.

"I need an ibeprophin." He whispers.

"Headache?"

"A bit yea. I can feel one coming on."

"Want me to get it for you?" I ask him gently.

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thicctransboi · 6 years ago

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A Last Confession? (Sam+ Grizz)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/19366624

prompt by: @casualcloudlighttrash on my Ao3

(This will be in Sam’s Point of View)

Summary: Sam and Grizz have been fighting non stop since Grizz came back from the exhibition. Sam has yet to tell Grizz the truth, and Grizz is feeling defeated and used. What will happen when Grizz falls ill, and Kelly and Gordie have to use a sub-par method, unsure whether or not it will save Grizz’s life?

Grizz stormed out of the room, I could physically feel the vibrations from the door slamming beneath my feet. We had been fighting nearly every day since Grizz got back from the exhibition; never seeming to reach a mutual understanding over the situation between Becca, Eden, and myself. I still hadn’t told him the truth yet, I needed to speak to Becca.

Making my way downstairs, I found Becca sitting on the sofa, Eden in her arms, sleeping soundly. Becca looked worse for wear; her hair was wild and matted, thick bags hung underneath her eyes. “I finally got her to sleep.” Becca signed, a greatful yet tired smile written across her face.

“I take it the food making machines are working better now then?”

She rolled her eyes at me, “I wish you’d stop calling them that, but yes. Those books were right, the massaging helped a lot. Thank you for that, by the way.”

I shuddered at the memory, “Don’t mention it. Literally.”

Becca raised an eyebrow at me, “Where did Grizz go? He stormed down the stairs then left out of the back, I heard the door slam.” Her one handed signing got her message across well enough, and I let out a sigh.

“He’s upset that I won’t tell him the details of our relationship, that brought Eden along. I guess a lot of the guys were giving him shit after they saw me kiss him, and he isn’t sure what to tell them. Apparently, the girls as well, keep making comments about everything.”

Becca sighed, “I trust Grizz, but what exactly is upsetting him? About our situation I mean.”

“He says he doesn’t know if he can trust me, if im not being honest to him. He says he feels like I’m in love with you, and that’s what brought Eden along. That the whole being ‘gay’ thing was a cover up.” I sighed, my hands fidgeting for a moment, “He doesn’t want to break up a family. Our family. I need to tell him the truth, Becca.”

She glanced down at Eden. “I trust him, like I said. But, if you tell him, he needs to know that this stays between the three of us. No one can know, especially not those stoner Guard assholes. That’s the last thing I need.” Her look was dead serious.

“He won’t, I’ll make sure of it.” I say, giving her a hopeful smile.

“Alright, fine. Go find him while Eden is still asleep.” Becca gave me a defeated smile, but a smile nonetheless.

I pulled out my phone, texting Grizz.

To Grizz: Hey, where are you? Need to talk.

Incoming text from Grizz: The garden, gathering the rest of the harvest.

“He’s at the garden, gathering what’s left, you sure you’re okay for me to go?”

Becca gave me a tired smile, letting her head fall back onto the sofa.

I quickly shrugged on my coat and sneakers, making my way quietly out of the house and towards the garden. It was nearly nightfall now, the sun setting behind the New England skyline, blanketing the sky with shades of velvet purples and brilliant pinks.

***

Arriving at the garden, I couldn’t spot Grizz anywhere. I tried texting, but no response. I checked the greenhouse, not there. I wove in between the empty vegitable beds until I saw him; Grizz was sprawled out on the ground, clutching his side and curled into the fetal position. A look of agony on his face. I felt my heart contract and my mind raced a mile a minute at the sight of him.

“Grizz!” I exclaimed, running to his side. I crouched down next to him, “What’s wrong? Tell me what’s wrong?”

My heart shattered to pieces at the sight of his face scrunched up in pain. He pointed to his right side, “It’s my stomach. On the right. I think it might be my appendix, I’m not sure.”

My heart suddenly jolted back to life as adrynaline coarsed through my veins; his appendix? We weren’t equipped for this.. I sure wasn’t. I immidaitely texted Becca.

To Becca: Call Kelly or Goride, call them both. Grizz needs help, he’s sick. It’s his stomach, right side. Hurry! At garden by mill. Send someone!

We waited another 10 minutes, unknowing that Becca had fallen asleep.

He was crying in pain, his eyes spitting out tears. I could see him grunting and groaning in pain, clutching his right side for dear life as if it might subside the pain.

“People are on their way, okay? I texted Becca.”

Grizz clutched onto me with his free arm, forcing himself up into a sitting position. His jaw dropped, I could tell he was screaming. “Sam, you need to help me get up, I can’t sit here and wait.”

My heart was racing as I worked my hardest to remain calm and read his lips. “I don’t want to hurt you..” I stammer out, feeling my words fumbling on my lips.

“You have to, okay?”

I sighed, rising to my feet and stepping behind Grizz, bending over and locking my arms beneath his arm pits. I lifted as gently as possible, feeling his back to rigid as I got him to his legs, quickly moving to his side to let him lean on me. His arm fell over my shoulder, the other clutched my hand as he put a substantial amount of weight on me.

“Okay, we need to get to the hospital. Gordie’s shift is there today so he’ll be there.” He signed to me with one hand, his lips moving too fast for me to read.

We walked for what seemed like years. Having to stop every few paces or so due to the amount of pain he was in.

Grizz patted my shoulder. “Sam, i might need you to carry me. I can’t walk anymore.” Grizz said, annouciating his words for me to understand him. His face was scrunched together in pain, and he was putting nearly all of his weight on me. I knew I had to carry him, no matter how difficult it may be. We were in town now, only a block away from the hospital.

I made quick work of picking Grizz up carefully, holding him bridal style as I hoisted him up into my arms. He burrowed his face into the crook of my neck, gripping onto me for dear life. The vibrations from his cries and sobs could be felt against my skin, and I wanted to cry as well. My back screamed at me to stop, my knees threatening to buckle beneath me. But I was determined to get Grizz help.

By the time I reached the hospital, I was drenched in sweat and Grizz was trembling in my grasp. Making my way to the front desk, I let out a shreek, the only way I could think of getting someones attention. I quickly caught sight of Gordie, an exasperated look on his face at the sight of his two new patients.

“What happened?” Gordie asked, signing along with his words.

“He collapsed! Get a wheelchair!” I shout, or tried to.

Gordie disappeared behind a corridor momentarily, before running out, wheelchair in front of him. I carefully set Grizz in the chair, the look on his face was helpless. His skin looked ashen, almost green looking.

I watched in silence as Gordie asked Grizz questions, Grizz answering with a tired expression, and myself unable to tell what they were saying. Confusion overwhelmed me, but not as much as my concern for Grizz. I watched as Gordie shoved a thermometer in between Grizz’s lips, murmuring incoherently to himself. I felt frustrated, I wanted to know what they were saying, but I couldn't read their lips; I couldn't hear them.

I watched as Gordie picked up his cell phone and placed it to his ear, presumably calling Kelly. Grizz was nodding out, waking himself up by jolting in pain and clutching his side. I saw a figure rush from behind me, it was Kelly. They were both crowding him now, speaking to him, their backs turned. And their figures blocked his lips from my view.

“Would someone please tell me what’s going on?” I yelled, frustrated.

Gordie turned to me, “It sounds like its appendicitis. He has a fever of 104, so we need to bring that down. We’re going to get him a bed, and try to do some fluids.”

I felt my heart drop to my ass, “Appendicitis? That’s like really serious! You need to do surgery!”

Gordie’s face looked defeated as Kelly wheeled Grizz out of view. “We’re not Surgeons, Sam. While Kelly is getting an IV set up, I’m going to see what can be done, okay? Try to stay calm. Maybe go home? Grab him some clothes?”

I shook my head, “No, im not leaving him.”

***

Hours passed, and I felt hopeless. I sat in a chair at his bedside, watching as Kelly finally managed to put an IV in, giving him fluids and some pain killers to help with the pain and bring down his fever. He had been throwing up violently, but it had since subsided. For now.

I felt a rush of relief when Gordie arrived in our little room, looking rather chipper considering the circumstances.

“I have good news! I found out that sometimes, antibiotics can relieve appendicitis if the appendix hasn't ruptured completely. Kelly is getting them ready now.”

“If? You said if? What happens if it did rupture?”

Gordie’s face fell, “He could die... But, we should know in a couple of days if the antibiotics work-”

“Die?!” I shout, cutting him off and rising to my feet, “No! No, we can’t just sit here and hope he doesn't die! I can’t do that!”

Gordie approached me slowly, placing a hand on my shoulder, “We don't have another choice, Sam.”

His gaze was stern, his large black eyes pleading with me to calm myself. He was right, we didn't have another choice.

***

“Gordie!” I shouted, trying to hold Grizz’s head to the side as his body convulsed and tremored beneath my touch.

Gordie and Kelly rushed into the room, Kelly toying around on the monitors and with the IV, Gordie holding Grizz down. Vomit spewed from his lips an onto his bedside, coating my jeans. But I didn't care, I needed him to get through this.

“Come on, Grizz. Baby, you can do this, stay with me!” I pleaded.

I saw my life flash before my eyes, not my past; but my future. I saw Grizz’s hands entertained with my own, a small red-headed toddler running around, stumbling on their chubby legs. I saw the sun rise, and set. My future hadn’t even begun, and it was coming to an end.

I felt tears flow from my eyes at the sight of his temperature spiking to 105, his heart rate erratic. I was grasping on some emotion, dying to be released, and yet it didn't come.

***

It had been 5 days and 6 nights. Or maybe it had been longer than that, I couldn't be sure. Grizz had been stable for two of those nights, but my mind held vexing images of the four previous nights of instability; vomiting, screaming in pain, temperature spikes, one seizure... Many had come to visit; Luke, Clarke, Ally, Will, Helena, even Becca and Eden. But, I remained in the same spot: Glued to the chair by his bedside. They had moved Grizz into a larger room on the third floor, a few accidents from a bad game of fugitive had lead to the emergency room being packed. The room had a pull out bed, but it was too far away from Grizz; so I had settled for the chair. Only rising for trips to the bathroom, that were always hasty, and once to scream out for someone to help ease Grizz’s tremors.

So, here I sat; my body folded up awkwardly in the small chair, unmoving. All I could do was watch him. Stare at him. Study the steady rises and falls of his chest. I rubbed at my temples, arching my back to relieve some gained tension a series of cracks rippled up my spine. I couldn't remember when I had last eaten, let alone slept. I was sure I looked awful, nights without sleep and constantly in solitude. I ignored everyone’s offers, their questions, pleads. Perk of being deaf, I suppose. It made it easier to ignore others.

Gordie said it would take three to five days to know if the antibiotics had worked. His vomiting had stopped, his tremors subsided. His skin, while still rather pale, was no longer green, his cheeks holding the faintest blush. He hadn’t opened his eyes in his two days of stableness. Kelly had told me it was his body recovering. Maybe, just maybe he was healing.

I watched him, I wasn't sure of the day, nor the time anymore. Night, or day, it didn't matter. I couldn't feel, nor speak. All I could do was think. And my thoughts were dangerous. If he died? I’d loose the one person, the only person, who’s ever reciprocated my feelings. The only person who made me feel safe. I’d loose my person. He was the only part of me that felt valid, that was real.

The flutter of an eyelash.

I could have sworn I had hallucinated it, convinced the lack of sleep had gotten to me. Then I saw it again, his eyelashes fluttering. I felt my heart skip a beat, the first time I had felt my heart at all. Like I had forgotten I was alive.

And then, like sunrise, Grizz opened his eyes. And I held my breath. I watched as he stared up at the ceiling, his throat bobbing slightly as he took in his surroundings. His eyes landed on me, and I felt my heart stop.

“Sam?” He croaked out, his lips hardly moving. But I knew what his lips looked like when he said my name.

“I’m here.” I called out.

His gaze caught mine finally, registering who he was seeing. “Come here.” He said, a small smile appearing on his face.

I had no recollection of moving to his bed, nor the pain that shot through my body upon rising from my position. I took a moment, just to study him. Taking in his appearance. The color had returned to his cheeks, and the light had sparked again in his eyes. He was no longer sweating, nor short of breath. Moon shaped blue crescents sat beneath his large brown eyes, small embers of gold and cinnamon lining his chocolate brown orbs.

“How are you feeling?” I rushed out, my eyes lingering on the monitor. His heart rate was normal.

Grizz tapped my hand, “I’m okay.. Better, the pain is gone. Lay with me?”

“I don’t want to hurt you.” I murmured, letting my finger tips graze over the back of his hand. “I'm so sorry, Grizz.”

He raised an eyebrow at me, “Sorry? What for? You didn't give me appendicitis, Sam.”

“No but, we fought. If I hadn't upset you, maybe we could have gotten you help faster...”

I felt the tears slipping from my eyes.

“Hey, Sam, come here. Lay with me.” I settled besides him in the bed, carefully nestling into his side.

I watched his lips as he spoke, “You didn’t cause this, Sam. I’m not angry with you. I’m just, confused I guess. Hurt.”

“Eden isn't mine.” I blurted out. “Becca and I agreed to say I was the dad, because she didn't want anyone to know the real story behind it. Don't ask her either. She only told me I could tell you what I know, and what the truth is. We never slept together, I promise. I just had to protect my best friend. I’m so sorry, Grizz.”

I saw relief wash over his features. “Thank you, for telling me the truth. I get it, why you did what you did. I’m sorry for overreacting.”

I rested my head on his chest and breathed him in, letting my hands rub circles on his abdomen. I felt him tap my hand to get my attention.

“Have you not left? This entire time?” Grizz asked.

I shook my head, “I couldn't leave you. I.. I was so scared, Grizz. I thought I might loose you. And when I thought I might loose you, that killed me. I can’t.... I can’t loose you. I just can’t..” I found myself sobbing again, and Grizz ran soothing fingers through my hair. “I’m so sorry for everything. I was so pissed about the circumstances and everything. But when I realized that you could die? It killed me... I.. I love you. Please, don’t ever get sick like that on me again..”

I let my face fall into his shirt, grasping onto him for dear life, as if if I let go, he might slip away again.

I felt him nudge me, looking up I saw him signing one simple phrase, one that meant the world to me: I love you.

I leant into kiss him, when I felt him turn his attention towards the door, it was Gordie and Kelly. I watched as they asked him a few questions, and Kelly took his temperature.

“You don't have a fever anymore.. No more vomiting or anything. I think it worked!”

A wave of relief washed over me.

#sam eliot #sam x grizz #grizzam #grizz the society #grizz #the society #fanfic #oneshots

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kurithedweeb · 6 years ago

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His world was the most beautiful thing one could ever imagine, so much so no one may put into words.

The boy was isolated. He lived alone in a desolate prarieland in one lonely little house. He lived alone, no parents, no siblings, no friends, and no civilization around for hundreds of miles. And he was okay with that.

And yet the way he lived was the most social, the most beautiful, the greatest life one could think of.

Colors blossomed under his touch, fingertips dragging across the walls. Intricate swirls and impossible designs twisted in every way and fashion he could think of ran up the walls from his spread palms. The scratchy rug changed to a soft purple carpet of yarn, strings weaving between his bare toes every step he took down the staircase. The screen of the door shook with force when he slammed it behind him. His footfalls fell soft across the now-cleanly-stained-wood patio steps and onto the gentle grassy ground below. Flowers and herbs of every variety and color and shape and size bloomed and spread at his small steps.

I can walk on clouds, he would think. And then when he climbed to the treetop of the tallest tree in his yard, and carefully walked like on a tight-rope all the way to the edge, spread his arms and stepped ever so delicately off the edge . . .

He would twirl across the still snow fluff drifting through the air. His light-hearted laughter slipped into the sky, spinning with the creatures of the sky.

The baby blue god wolf. The docile falcons. Blue jays and sparrows and crows. The warm sunlight hit his skin, wind ruffled through his hair, spring breeze breathed life into his being. He walked among the clouds and creatures, molding new life from dead leaves flitting by. Songs of no words slipped past his lips. The new bird-like creature perched on his shoulder sung it back before taking flight for the first time.

Giants of few words slowly sulked by. Golems and elven creatures spotted the land beside those who were real. Nymphs and mermaids in waterfalls. Princes and sirens. Dryads and fairies. Fireworms and fantasiac plaines. All sorts of people. All sorts of places.

And here he stood in the clouds, by his lonesome. He may have stood alone, but he was never truly lonely. The youngling smiled down at his creations, the land of his making, his sandbox, after the full day and thought that, alas, the sun dipping beyond the horizon had arrived far too early for his liking.

He returned home just the same.

But in his wake, all alive faded, morphed into the darker reality it truly was without his impact; hues faded, beings fell to quick decease, vegitation wilted. And yet even when he stepped past the wiltering garden and up the broken steps and creaky stairs, he couldn't help but continue to smile.

And so he retreated to his room. He knew the difference between reality and what he created, and how vast the horrid difference had become, and he somehow saw the beauty of the real world relentless. The beauty of what it could become.

His doorway was empty. Soft, lucious plants grew from between the cracks in the walls and flooring. The ceiling a sky of it's own constellations. His own forest to never be disturbed by the terrors of the outside world.

His little grotto of dreams blossomed for another night.

#i tried #i probably need help #i got bored #uwu #owo #love you guys #love yourself #love you all #have a good day

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skeletalecho · 5 years ago

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(It wont let me put a readmore on mobile i am So Sorry)

"No! No no no!" My voice is a shriek, a hollow ringing in my own ears, every word a futile prayer as I kneel by them. My tears grow cold in my eyes before they fall. I can't blink them away. To look away for even a moment would be to admit defeat, to recognize there's nothing I can do. But there has to be something I can do.

Doesn't there?

That's why I'm here, why this group of misfits, now slowly backing away from me, brought me in. My friends, my family. We met because they needed a healer. So there has to be something I can do, right? Otherwise this would all be for nothing.

"Hes?" A quiet voice ventures. Ferlis, the wizard. "Hes I don't think... I think it's over Hes, you can't-"

I whirl on her, scrambling to my feet. "DON'T! Tell me what I can and cannot do! I can fix this, I can heal them! I can-" I cut off, the words stuck in my throat, burning hard like so much cheap liquor.

"Hes, no. You can't." Ferlis shakes her head sadly.

It takes me a moment to realize the shaking is my body, that the high, hiccuping keen I hear is my own sobs wrenching themselves from my throat. "No." I turn back, facing the prone form on the ground once again. I sink to my knees. "No, I- I still have one more spell. This will do it. It's gonna be okay. You're going to be okay."

I start the incantation, clearing my throat so the tears and phlegm don't garble my pronunciation, my hands moving like water through the somatic component of the spell. Practiced, precise. Something I've done a million times. I cast, feel the telltale rush of the magic leaving my body. Nothing. They continue to lie there, motionless. Not moving. Not breathing. They were never this still.

"Hes come away." Ferlis still thinks this is something to reason through. "It's not your fault. We don't blame you, they got too far away for you to heal, and you dont have the experience to cast resurrection spells. None of us do."

"No I just. I must have done the spell wrong. I fumbled the gestures or something let me try again." I go through the motions, set the hand glyph that releases the spell, and feel nothing. A part of me knows my magic is spent, that Ferlis is right, but I can't. I can't accept it, can't stop, can't give up. I try again, tongue tripping over the incantation. Nothing. Again. Nothing. Again. Nothing. Again.

"Hestiren stop." Ferlis is not so gentle this time. "There's nothing we can do, let's go."

"No I have to-" My voice shakes, my hands still jerking through the gestures of the spell. "I have to keep going. I have to help them."

I'm not crying any more. My eyes are wide, sharp, focused. I whisper the incantation, over and over, repeating the words of the spell the movements. If Ferlis says anything else I don't hear her. I don't hear anything. My world has narrows down to myself, this spell, and the body in front of me. I think the group leaves me at some point. I don't notice. I don't care.

I am so, so tired. My legs feel like granite wrapped in thorns, and my vision blurs. The dull tones of the stone and dirt around me drown in a sharp, technicolor green. But I can't stop. My spell hasn't taken effect yet, so I must keep going. The cost to myself isn't important. I would gladly trade my life for theirs if that's what it takes.

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There are stories about this place. It's small, for a forest, about the size of a small castle, but imposibly dense and filled with thorns, and the leaves on the plants stay unreasonably vivid green even in the dead of winter.

They say it was created by a mad archdruid, looking to lock away the world. They say an evil wizard imprisoned his enemies here. They say this place sprung up from the tears of a fae mourning a lost mortal lover.

They say a lot of things. I'm not sure if I believe any of them.

Many have tried to get in, attempting to hack or burn their way through the dense vegitation, but it always grew back, twice as fast and twice as thick.

I've honestly no idea why nobody has tried to become small enough to fit between the vines and branches. The magic exists, easily.

So that is precisely what I intend to do.

After some wandering the perimeter, I decide a mouse would be my best bet. Doing as my tutors tought me, I shrink. I think mouse thoughts, and suddenly even the grass is towering, and the vines before me are near thick around as my body.

I scurry through the tangle, shuffling along branches and roots, pausing to listen and smell the air every few moments. The air in here is still, and dead silent. All I smell is dusty earth and perhaps a bit of mold. No creatures live in here, and for a moment I doubt my choices, before steeling my resolve and moving forward.

The trek takes longer than I had anticipated, as mouse strides are very small, but eventually, I reach the center. There is a clearing, covered over with more dense plantlife above but large enough to stand and walk around as a person. I stretch my limbs, taking my normal form again. I observe my surroundings.

The only thing in this clearing, besides myself, is a statue of a robed cleric, kneeling over a body, casting a spell. Odd. The cleric is overgrown with vegetation, features barely visible, but their patient is completely untouched and open to the air. I move closer, and realise the statues are not on any sort of pedestal, they are simply two seperate figures set upon the bare dirt.

I move closer still, and I finally realize that the prone figure the cleric is kneeling over is not a statue at all. It's a corpse.

It is a very strange corpse, though, its flesh conpletely untouched by time. An elf, with smooth, dark skin like polished soapstone, bright white hair splayed beneath them looking almost like angel's wings, somehow resplendant in their ancient, mouldering rogue's leathers. A hole in the side of their chestpiece gapes at me, stained with centuries-old congealed blood.

I look more closely at the cleric, who is indeed a statue, granite carved into frenzied human features. Wide, fanatical eyes sitting on the same face as a mouth gently forming a word in a healing incantation, lips poised as though to whisper to a lover. I move to brush aside the vines, to see what god this person, or their sculptor, worshipped, but the second my fingertip grazes the stone my breath stops. Centuries worth of grief and pain and loss, of denial and resolve, pour into my mind. I stagger back. My head spins and I find myself kneeling opposite the stone cleric, crying tears I didn't know I had for two people I have never met.

"Why didn't you go with them?" I ask aloud. I know why.

After a time, I don't know how long, I transform into a mouse once more and scurry home. I tell no one what I discovered.

There are a lot of stories about this place. They say it was made by a druid, or a wizard, a fey or a god, a curse, a blight, a sorcerer's hubris.

They say a lot of things about this place, but only I know the truth.

A desperate cleric slamming every healing spell so hard to bring someone back to life the ground is forced to grow plants and flowers around the body.

#long post #flash fiction #flash fic #addition #writing #my writing #fiction #magic #fantasy

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jeanjauthor · 5 years ago

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Sometimes I go off into research tangents, and in doing so tonight, I ran across this list of do’s and don’ts for mainstream Chinese culture. It’s quite interesting!

Writers, in your created cultures, what are the gift-giving customs for each of those cultures? And not just the giving of gifts, but what are the customs for receiving gifts as well?

Try to be conscious, and conscientious, of your choices. They should make sense within the rules of the culture, the context of the culture (not always the same thing, since context can depend on how it meshes or clashes with other cultures/outside influences), and even the rules of the universe you’ve created.

More than that, be aware of how one set of cultural rules can blend into the next set of cultural rules.

For instance, a gift of drinking water is far more precious in a desert environment, but if you’re giving it to visitors from a land of lakes and frequent rainfall, they won’t have a clue how very important it is to a desert culture--and it might show up in unique ways, too! Water that you just used to brush your teeth or rinse your mouth could even be expected to be reserved in a glass or a bowl and carried off to water the local plants!

Or there might be a custom of watering some plants, but not all plants. As an example, many cacti can burst if they get too much water in a short period of time. Culturally, watering those plants might be seen as a wish of ill-fortune upon that household, but you’d definitely want to contribute to a greywater system that drip-irrigates edible vegitation.

And don’t think this is limited to fantasy or low tech societies! A lot of “earthship” house designs have greywater systems that irrigate vegetable gardens, and they are very much not only modern, but could be considered the way how space station or spaceship life is handled. Above all, you definitely wouldn’t want to mix greywater--rinse water from brushing your teeth--with blackwater systems! (Greywater = runoff from showers & sinks; blackwater = sewage waste from toilets.)

In fact, if you’re the outsider character coming from that rainy water-rich land, and you’re in a desert land with a desert-minded culture, you might need to be told that no, this precious gift of water is strictly for drinking, not rinsing, gargling, & spitting on the potted plants! (Even if the potted plants look like they could use it.)

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hq-au · 7 years ago

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AU where Matsukawa moves to a new town for grad school. A young man shoves him out of the way while he’s in the hallway carrying a stack of boxes, but he only manages to catch a glimpse of a pink head over the load in his arms before a door down the hall slams shut. He chooses not to bother with it; he’s got more important things at the moment and he doesn’t feel like starting off his first day in his new town, or home, with fighting someone. His mother comes up behind him a few moments later, and asks him what’s wrong when she sees him staring at an empty hallway. “Nothing,” he replies casually, and he carries on. The rest of the day is spent moving in, with his parents’ and sister’s help, and he doesn’t think about it.

He goes about his life. He studies, and sleeps, and studies, and eats, and studies, and repeats. He takes walks around the neighborhood for air, he checks out eateries when he has the time and money. He talks with his parents on the phone every week, sometimes them calling, sometimes him. They’re caring but hands-off, like they’ve always been, and aside from an occasional offer to pick up something for him at the store if there’s anything he can’t get, or the rare asking of whether he’s eating right, they allow him to be self-sufficient, and trust him to tell them if there’re any problems.

He spots a pink-haired man a few times around the building over the next month, and figures it’s the guy from before, though he’s not sure. They don’t speak, until one day when Issei’s loitering at the bus stop outside the building’s front, taking a smoke in the rain. A man in a hoodie walks past him, does a double-take, and then pauses in his steps, standing still and silently on the sidewalk. Matsukawa watches the man slowly get soaked for several moments, and then sighs, lifts an arm, and gestures to the other end of the bench in the shelter. “There’s a free seat,” he says, “If you’re interested.” The man looks at him and pauses some more, as if thinking on the offer. Then he circles around and comes into the bus shelter, sitting as far as he can from Matsukawa. He pulls his hood down to reveal a head of brightly-pink, shaggy hair. Issei watches him try not to make a face at the cigarette for a few moments, and then asks “Want me to put it out?” “Please,” the other says, and Matsukawa obliges. He tries to hide a wry smile. They watch the cars pass. After a moment the other says “I’m sorry for that time.” Issei looks at him. “Hmm?” he asks. The young man makes a surprised face. “Are you not? the guy I...I bumped into?” “Oh,” Issei says. “That. Yeah I am, but it’s fine.” “I was in a hurry,” the other says by way of explanation. Issei shrugs. “I’d forgotten about it,” he says, and it’s true. What happened a month ago doesn’t bother him. The past is passed. The other nods.

They chat a few other times after that over the coming weeks. The other introduces himself as Hanamaki---“Like the hair,” he says with a grin, pointing to his cherry-pink dye job---and he looks a few years younger than Issei, but has a self-possession about him that makes him seem older. They discover they both have similarly terrible senses of humor, and start making bad puns and quips to each other when they meet. Hanamaki sometimes asks about his life, and since the questions are never prying Issei answers him. He asks in return to be polite, but Hanamaki is cagey, and evasive with answers, so Matsukawa lets it lie.

Two months after he first moved in, his sister visits him on a day he’s free from undergrad and she from high school, and they have lunch together in a cafe. They chat and catch up, and ask each other simple, easy questions about their lives. Issei doesn’t know why, but he tells her about the young man living three doors down, even though he doesn’t have much to add when she asks about him further.

They start hanging out over the next couple months, in between Matsukawa’s classes, him and Hanamaki, and at some point they stop being acquaintances and start being friends. They spend time together---always at Matsukawa’s apartment---and Hanamaki helps Issei study at English and Science. He’s much more advanced at both than him, and Matsukawa’s surprised, and just a tinge envious, at how good he is. Regardless, he ribs into Makki constantly about what a nerd he is, until the day Hanamaki discovers Issei’s secret love of history and period dramas, and then there is no rest. There is no peace. Issei has got what he deserved. They joke. They eat together sometimes. They fool around as much as two Excuse-you-but-I-am-very-responsible,-I’ll-have-you-know-that-just-last-week-I-purchased-a-vegitable twenty-something, semi-reforming jokesters who genuinely enjoy each other’s company can reasonably do. Hanamaki scolds him periodically for his lax housekeeping, and then starts helping Issei clean around his apartment when he gets tired of playing the broken gramophone. Matsukawa repays him with food, being mildly horrified at the continual stream of sugar and caffeine the other all but injects into his veins, and for being the better cook anyway.

It’s maybe four or five months after their friendship started that everything changes. Matsukawa’s at home, studying instead of doing the errands he needs to run because he doesn’t feel like going out in the downpour outside, when he hears distant banging. The intensity builds, and then a different noise rings out and it stops. He listens to the almost-sounds that follow, and it feels like it’s coming from maybe three or four apartments away, distant enough he shouldn’t hear it at all, except it must be loud. After five or seven minutes, his doorbell buzzes. The hairs on his arms and the back of his neck stand up.

Hanamaki’s slinging water off his yellow raincoat when he rounds the hallway’s corner and sees his front door busted in. His breath hitches in his throat but he keeps walking, convenience store bags in his hands. Steels himself as he passes the doorway through which he hears rummaging, forcing himself to appear calm, knowing they don’t know what he looks like yet. Then, like he belongs there, he walks up to Matsukawa’s door, and rings the doorbell. There’s no answer. Matsukawa freezes in his seat, hand in mid-turn, and then slowly lowers the page of his book back. Moments pass. A man in Hanamaki’s apartment, having noticed him pass, sticks his head through the doorway. Hanamaki pretends he doesn’t see him, and rings again. Matsukawa pauses, then gets up from his seat and slowly, silently, starts inching his way toward the door. Ten seconds pass. Hanamaki buzzes again. The third man watches with curiosity. Issei stops in his tracks, suddenly filled with dread. Seconds pass, half a minute. The man watches no answer come. His suspicions rise. He whispers to another man inside the room. Hanamaki prays, and knocks. There’s no answer. His face feels wet. The man watches for a few long seconds, and then cocks his gun. Matsukawa starts moving again, and reaches his peephole. He looks through and sees Hanamaki’s face contorted in fear, silently mouthing words. He acts immediately. The man begins inching into the corridor, and steadies his arm, when the door slips open, and the stranger in the coat steps through. About to aim, he freezes, and watches the door close. He stares for several moments, thinking, then turns around and goes back to the task at hand.

What follows is a series of stakeouts, vigilante justice, and a very high-stakes game of cat and mouse. Because now Hanamaki has to reveal what he is to Matsukawa---A hacker, and a high-level one at that. And now that Matsukawa knows, they’re both in danger, because Makki sits on national and international secrets, and those who know aren’t happy. Forced to stake out in Matsukawa’s apartment, Makki continues to undermine some very powerful and ruthless politicians and military leaders while he formulates some plan of escape for the two of them, because they’ve got a long road ahead of them. Because as much as he tried to avoid it, Matsukawa’s involved now, and he’s responsible for the both of them. And they’ll have to go on the run if they want to avoid the firing squad---and there’s no one they can turn to, not without putting them at risk as well.

It’s a good thing Matsukawa will turn out to be a good man to have at hand when under fire, because Makki’s finally reached the point where he can’t do it alone, not anymore.

#matsuhana #hanamatsu #matsukawa issei #hanamaki takahiro #haikyuu #au #I'm thinking about naming Issei's sister Satsuko 颯子 in this au #also I looked up the meaning of Issei and honestly that's a terrible name?#what the fuck were his parents thinking?#Action

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