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[jillraggett]

Plant of the Day

Tuesday 13 February 2024

A tender, evergreen perennial usually grown as an annual, Acmella oleracea (Pará cress, Brazil cress, eye ball plant, novacaine plant, salad cress, spot plant, toothache plant) has culinary and medicinal uses. The leaves are dark bronzy green and the petal-less yellow flowers are produced from mid-summer to early autumn.

Jill Raggett

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Where Will All The Martyrs Go [Chapter 7: Tell Me That I Won't Feel A Thing]

A/N: Hello besties! Thank you for voting in the poll for Chapter 7. Below are your predictions...let's see how you did! 🥰

Series summary: In the midst of the zombie apocalypse, both you and Aemond (and your respective travel companions) find yourselves headed for the West Coast. It’s the 2024 version of the Oregon Trail, but with less dysentery and more undead antagonists. Watch out for snakes! 😉🐍

Series warnings: Language, sexual content (18+ readers only), violence, bodily injury, med school Aemond, character deaths, nature, drinking, smoking, drugs, Adventures With Aegon™️, pregnancy and childbirth, the U.S. Navy, road trip vibes, Jace is back yay!!!

Series title is a lyric from: “Letterbomb” by Green Day.

Chapter title is a lyric from: “Give Me Novacaine” by Green Day.

Word count: 9.6k

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Billboards ask you as the Tahoe flies across the flat emerald sea of Iowa: Have you heard the good news? Have you been saved? Where will you spend eternity? Are you struggling with same-sex attraction? Do you regret your abortion? Do you fear the Lord? Do you want to end up in Hell?

Aegon snickers, gnawing on a Slim Jim. The sun glare turns his wild hair to gold, etches crinkles into the ruddy skin around his eyes, murky like deep water, oceans you recognize from other corners of the world. “I thought I was already there.”

Jace’s Honda Rebel 300 is left on the shoulder of the highway with its fuel tank uncapped, drained to feed the Tahoe, prehistoric combustion, bottomless mechanical hunger. Rhaena takes over driving so Baela can sit with Jace, touch him, inhale him, convince herself he’s real. Aegon climbs into the passenger’s seat and skips songs on the CD player until he finds the one he wants: In Da Club by 50 Cent. The miles roll by so soft and so infinite that you can’t imagine ever feeling trapped again, warm July air unfurling down the darkest corridors of your lungs, hawks on lifeless power lines and fields dappled with white-tailed deer. And you think: Everything will be better now.

You cross the Missouri River and into Nebraska at Plattsmouth, which—according to a plaque mounted on the outskirts of town—the Lewis and Clark Expedition passed through over two centuries ago. Rhaena follows Aegon’s directions to cut between Lincoln and Omaha, avoiding the roiling wastelands of the cities and keeping well north of Cooper Nuclear Station, where in the absence of a successful manual or computerized shutdown before the power grid collapsed, rods of uranium are melting down and irradiating the surrounding area, anemia, cancer, heart disease, radiation sickness, an affliction that eats you alive.

Rhaena takes Nebraska State Route 66 north and then Route 92 due west, lush fields of corn and soybeans and sorghum planted before the dead began to walk, bones of devoured livestock. You stop for the night in a town called Broken Bow, the sky turning the colors of fire and rust and blood, the Tahoe exsanguinated like a man with a slit throat. Every vehicle you pass already has its fuel cap unscrewed; the farther west you go—the scarcer the resources, the longer it’s been since the world began to end—the less the earth will yield to you: less guns, less gasoline, less food, less human settlements scattered across what was once called the frontier. You commandeer a two-story house: white wood, wraparound porch, a long gravel driveway that winds like a snake. There is a small cornfield and a barn, both of which you sweep for zombies before making yourselves at home. You try not to think about what happened to the family that used to live here.

Helaena lights candles, Luke and Rhaena distribute bowls and silverware, Aemond and Rio gather kindling for the woodstove, Daeron keeps watch on the porch, Aegon picks all the Twizzlers out of a mixed bag of Hershey’s candy for Jace. There is a 12-pack of Ramen noodles in the pantry, gallons of water in the cellar, and a pot large enough to cook it all in one batch. Cregan takes Ice and disappears into the cornfield for half an hour at dusk—something none of the rest of you would ever consider—and reappears with an opossum that he’s nearly decapitated with his axe. He butchers it and you brown cubes of meat in a sauté pan placed directly on the glowing embers. The others are horrified and won’t eat a single bite until you do. It’s the first real food you’ve had since you left Saratoga Springs, and you feel satiated in a way you had forgotten existed.

In honor of Jace’s resurrection, some revelry is in order. There are bottles of Grey Goose vodka in a kitchen cabinet, and Aemond allows a two drink maximum for anyone eligible to participate: Baela is too pregnant, Daeron is too young, Aemond himself is too vigilant, too self-sacrificial, too indoctrinated into the religion of his own martyrdom.

“Daddy loved his screwdrivers,” Cregan says. “I remember being five or six and taking a big gulp of one thinking it was Sunny D or Tang or something. Lord almighty, was that a shock!” He guffaws, then inspects the pantry, scratching at the dark stubble on his cheeks. “We ain’t got nothing like orange juice though.”

“Mama made hers with Hawaiian Punch.” You point: there are several jugs of it on the floor between boxes of Pop-Tarts and Welch’s Fruit Snacks and Cheddar Whales, red like crushed blackberries or fresh blood.

Cregan grins at you over his brawny shoulder. “That’ll work, Miss Chips.”

Luke and Rhaena have first watch, Rio and Aegon will take the second. You are blessedly unburdened tonight. This house is big enough for you to get your own room; you climb the staircase with Grey Goose vodka burning in your throat, your head warm and dizzy, a sensation like freefalling as you lie down on the bed.

I left them, you think, the walls spinning around you, echoes of Mama’s voice through the phone as Rio stood there nodding, encouraging you to hang up. I left them and I never looked back. Can someone commit such an act of ancestral betrayal without incurring a curse?

You are still considering this when you feel Aemond’s weight on the mattress and fold into him, the world going dark and hushed and harmless.

~~~~~~~~~~

“I think it’s safe,” you tell Aemond between sighs, his lips on your throat, his hand between your thighs. Late-morning sunlight slants in through the bedroom windows; goldfinches and blue jays flap by chirping blithely. The dead pillage the misfortunate beasts of the earth, but creatures of the air and water are spared. You can hear geese honking from a distance, and the breeze through the cornfield, and calm indistinct voices beneath the floorboards. You can smell pancakes turning from white to gold in a pan sizzling with Crisco. Cregan must be cooking breakfast in the woodstove.

“How sure are you?” Aemond murmurs, his breath warm on your neck, those small teeth he’s always hiding nipping playfully, and if he leaves marks like stains of ballpoint ink you don’t care. He’s whisked every scrap of your clothing away. Beneath him you are bare and helpless and needing more.

“Like…eighty percent sure.”

“I’ll pull out.”

“Like Jace did?”

He laughs and kisses your mouth, not just ravenous but wild like a storm, and all the rest of the world goes quiet. Your ankles are linked around him, his hips rocking with yours. He is wearing only his boxers, black plaid from a looted Walmart, apocalypse chic. “Hopefully better than that.”

“Just try your best. I trust you. I’m willing to risk it.”

“Yeah?”

“It’s worth it to me.” I could be dead in nine months, he could be dead in nine months. I’m not wasting the time we have left.

“It’s your decision. You would be most affected by the consequences.” He draws away and glances down. “I want to look at you.”

“Ohhh.” You stall. “I’ve been trimming with scissors by candlelight. It’s a hack job.”

“I won’t mind.” He grins. “You don’t mind my hack job of a face.”

“I love your face,” you say as you skim your fingerprints down the length of his scar. And then, when he raises an eyebrow roguishly: “I didn’t break any rules. I didn’t say I love you, just your face. I’m totally using you for your face. Your personality is terrible.”

He snickers, kisses you goodbye, retreats to your hips and pushes your thighs apart as you cover your face and whimper, nervous, exhilarated. And then his lips are on you and the trepidation melts away, puddles pooling and then evaporating, and you have a vision of being home again, shivering and dripping in front of the crackling flames of the woodstove after playing outside in the snow and waiting for the fire to take the cold away. Now the fire is growing over you like ivy, tendrils snaking through veins and leaves opening in your lungs, bones vanishing, muscles turning pliant and weightless. You can feel Aemond’s fingers pushing into you, a fleeting second of tension and discomfort, and then a fullness that is delectable, irresistible, maddening.

“Come back,” you plead, and when he does you clasp his face with both hands, kissing him deeply as his fingers remain inside you, thrusting and bathed in your wetness. You’re finally ready for him, you have to be, you need him so badly: like you’re dying of thirst, like you’re running out of air. “Now, Aemond, please. I want all of you.”

And he wants it too. His boxers are gone and he’s positioning himself between your legs, his tongue in your mouth, one hand cradling your jaw as the other guides his cock to where you are slick and aching and aware of an emptiness that has never felt so dire.

He’s so big…

But you are determined to take all of him. You don’t care if there’s pain, if there’s fear. You want to feel what it’s like to be with him before it’s too late.

Aemond presses himself against you, rolls his hips cautiously…and nothing happens. He is a bit more forceful. There is immense pressure, then the beginning of a stretching that is sharp, searing, dreadful, unfamiliar in a way that is completely disorienting. You gasp before you can stop yourself; a wince ripples across your face too quickly to camouflage. Aemond shakes his head and climbs off you, settling beside you on the bed.

“Fuck,” you exhale in frustration, slapping a palm down on the mattress. “I’m sorry, I don’t understand why…why I’m like this…”

“Shh,” Aemond soothes, kissing you. “It’s okay, it’s fine. I’ll help you finish and then we can try again later.”

“Why isn’t this easier?”

“You’re just nervous,” he says gently, smoothing your hair back from your face, like it’s no big deal, like he’s pointing out a bird or a rabbit or the shape of a cloud.

“I don’t feel nervous.”

“It’s not always conscious, sometimes the body reacts without the mind even being aware of it. You tense up and things become…more challenging. But fortunately for us, the treatment is very enjoyable. We just keep messing around and working up to it until one day you’re so aroused and so relaxed that I can glide in without any discomfort whatsoever, and then your body adjusts to this glorious new experience and you aren’t so nervous anymore.”

“Can’t you just…you know…sorry, this isn’t very romantic, but like…shove it in?”

“I could, sure,” Aemond says. “If I was a horrible person. And then you’d learn to associate sex with pain, which would just exacerbate the situation.”

“The problem, you mean.”

He smiles patiently. “You aren’t a problem. We’ll figure it out, we have time.”

Do we? You stare morosely up at the ceiling, shadows of clouds, shades of wings. “I should have hooked up with that Marine at Corpus Christi. Then I’d have practice. I was so afraid of giving a man the power to hurt me or get me pregnant or otherwise ruin my life, but I didn’t know I’d meet you one day. And now I just want everything to be easy for us, and it isn’t.”

“Hey.” Aemond turns your face towards his. “For me, you are…” He struggles to decide on the words, his eye drifting to the window, sunlight turning the blue of his iris to a shallow, glass-clear river. “You’re like an island, and everything else is a sea of poison, and violence, and catastrophically fucked up situations, and when we’re alone together it all goes away for a little while. The world gets quiet. It’s never been like that for me before. I don’t mind if it takes time for us to figure this out. I just want to be with you.”

“What happens when we get to Nevada, and you’re supposed to turn south for the Bay Area while I go north to Oregon?”

Aemond shrugs, but his expression is contemplative. “I’ve been thinking about that. Maybe we’ll all stay together and go to one place, then the other. If Odessa is safe, I can bring my parents, Criston, and Grandfather there. If it isn’t, we can bring Rio’s family south and live in California in that beach house on the cliff.”

“I never thought I’d set foot in a mansion.”

“I never thought I’d eat opossum.”

You laugh and curl up against him, resting your head and a palm on his chest. “How was it?”

“Not too bad, actually. Kind of like dark meat chicken. A little gamey, but I like lamb and venison, so that’s fine with me.”

“Just wait until you try bear.”

“Bear?!”

There is a knock at the bedroom door. Luke’s bashful voice is muted through the wood. “Aemond?”

“Yeah?” Aemond replies impatiently.

This was not an invitation, but Luke doesn’t seem to know that. He opens the door, and as he does Aemond throws the blanket over you so you’re covered, leaving himself completely exposed.

Luke begins: “I’m really sorry, I didn’t want to bother you, but…” His eyes go wide. “Oh, you’re like, all the way naked.” He turns and stares at the wall to be polite. “If it’s a bad time, I could come back in five minutes. Do you need more than five minutes? Wait, that was rude, I didn’t mean it like that, I’m sure you can last way longer than five minutes…um…”

Aemond sighs. “What’s wrong, Luke?”

“Jace is sick.”

“Sick?” Aemond sits up straighter, his eye narrowing. “Sick how?”

“He’s been puking since he woke up.”

You and Aemond exchange a startled glance as you clutch the edges of a blanket patterned with wild horses. Illness, virus, plague, curse.

“He hasn’t been bitten or anything,” Luke says quickly. “So it can’t be…you know…that. And he and Baela don’t seem that worried. But you should probably take a look at him.”

Aemond nods, less alarmed now. “I agree. Can I get those five minutes first?”

Luke smiles. “Yeah. See you downstairs.” He leaves and shuts the door behind him.

You look to Aemond. “Why—?”

He yanks the blanket away and drags you towards him. “I said I was going to help you finish,” he says, grinning, a hand slipping between your thighs.

You bite at his lips when he kisses you and tease: “I don’t need your help.”

“No, I’m sure you don’t. But it’s better when I’m here.”

And he’s right; it is.

~~~~~~~~~~

Daeron is out on the front porch sharpening sticks into arrows and using goose feathers for fletching, attaching them to the wood with a tube of Gorilla Glue that Helaena found for him. Helaena herself is presently floating through the house—soundlessly, ethereally, traceless like a ghost—and partaking in what you all call “apocalypse shopping,” pilfering the clothes and accessories of the former occupants. She seems to know everyone’s sizes without needing to ask. Aegon, Rio, and Cregan are sitting in the living room and eating pancakes off paper plates, carelessly spilling Mrs. Butterworth’s syrup on hideous 1970s couches ornamented with scenes of pheasants and autumn leaves. Down on the Turkish-style area rug, Ice is merrily chomping her way through a stack of burnt pancakes.

“So Cregan,” Rio says, his bare feet propped on the coffee table. “What did you do before the whole zombie situation?”

“I was a lumberjack.”

“No way!”

“Yes sir. I cut down trees for the power company.”

“What a coincidence,” Rio says around a mouthful of pancakes. “I was an electrician!”

“Well how about that? We oughta go into business together once the world straightens itself out. Where’d you work?”

“All over. Wherever the Navy sent us.”

Cregan sets his fork down on his plate. “You were enlisted?”

“Yeah, me and Chips both. That’s how we met.”

Cregan, much to Rio’s surprise, seizes his hand and shakes it soberly. “Thank you very kindly for your service.”

“No problem,” Rio replies, then turns to Aegon. “No gratitude from you, huh?”

“I showed my gratitude when I let you have the last pancake, you ogre…”

In the only bedroom on the first floor, down a hallway and towards the back of the house, Jace looks worse than you expected. He is heaving into a reusable plastic popcorn bucket, gluey ropes of saliva dangling from his lips; his skin is pale and bloodless, his dark curls damp with sweat. Baela is perched beside him on the bed and holding a wet washcloth to the back of his neck. Rhaena and Luke are loitering anxiously in the doorway, watching Aemond to determine if they should panic.

Jace casts you a bitter glance. “You poisoned me with your poor people food.”

“There’s nothing wrong with eating opossum,” you say, somewhat defensively.

Aemond feels his forehead. “That wouldn’t give you a fever. And everyone else is fine.”

“Maybe I’m extra sensitive. My digestive system has higher standards. I’m built different.” Jace resumes retching into the bucket.

Baela tells Aemond: “He can’t keep anything down. There’s nothing left in him, but he’s still so sick…it has to be a stomach flu, right?”

“Who would he have caught it from?” Luke asks, and Baela doesn’t have an answer.

“Stand up,” Aemond orders Jace when his wave of nausea abates. “Strip down.”

“Aemond, he wasn’t bitten,” Baela says. “I saw his whole body last night. He doesn’t have any scratches or bruises or anything.”

“Fine. But I want to see for myself.”

Jace stumbles out of the bed, pushing away Baela’s hands as she tries to stop him. “Okay, Nick Fury. If you wish to gaze upon the goods, I won’t deny you. I’m not shy.” Aemond rolls his eye. You turn around to give Jace privacy. “What’s the matter, Chips? The only dick you’re interested in belongs to Mike Wazowski over there?”

“Jace,” Baela says, but she’s chuckling. Amused, you stare at a picture on the wall—a haloed Jesus guiding a flock of lambs—as Jace sheds his clothing and follows Aemond’s instructions: lift your arm, turn around, show me the bottoms of your feet.

“No bites,” Aemond confirms, deep in thought. “But the symptoms…”

“It’s not that, Aemond, I’m telling you,” Jace insists, rasping breaths between each clause. “Listen, I got sick when I was alone, before I found you guys again. My stomach, my head. Maybe it’s the same thing now. It didn’t last long, and I thought I was over it, but I guess not.”

“People don’t get better and then worse again after they’ve been bitten,” Rhaena observes softly. “They just get worse.”

Jace lies back down on the bed, his face crumbling with pain. Baela uses the wet washcloth to cool his cheeks and neck. “My head hurts so fucking bad…”

“Because you’re dehydrated,” Aemond says.

“Helaena brought pills, but every time I try to take one I throw it up before it can start working.” There is a gurgling sound in his guts, and then a horrified expression. “Baela, I gotta get outside again.” She and Luke immediately swoop in, grab one arm each, and usher him out of the bedroom, through the back door of the farmhouse, and into the cornfield to allow him some semblance of dignity.

Rhaena gives you and Aemond an awkward smirk. “Helaena found Jace a 24-pack of Angel Soft toilet paper in the basement. So there’s some good news.”

“He needs electrolytes,” Aemond says. “We can’t let him get so dehydrated that his kidneys shut down. IV fluids aren’t an option. Pedialyte would be the next best thing, Gatorade or Powerade if that’s all we can find.”

“We passed a pharmacy on our way here,” Rhaena recalls. “It’s only a mile back, I think.”

Aemond nods. “Then that’s where I’m going,” he says, and walks out of the room.

You say as you follow him: “I want to go with you.”

“No.” Aemond points to Rio, who is now playing Uno with Aegon on the coffee table in the living room. “You and I are going to a pharmacy to get Pedialyte for Jace so he doesn’t die.”

“Cool,” Rio says, standing and fetching his Remington shotgun from where he propped it against the wall. “What’s wrong with him?”

“We don’t know. Maybe food poisoning.”

Aegon says, a hand pressed to his heart: “Personally, I loved the opossum.”

You stare defiantly up at Aemond. “If Rio is going, I have to go too.”

“Aww, so you can protect me?” Rio teases fondly, patting your back with one monstrous palm, an unintentional battering.

“Yeah. Exactly.”

Rio looks at Aemond. Aemond looks at you, touching his chin agitatedly. “You are stressing me out.”

“I’m the best shot. I want to be there in case anything happens.”

“Fine, okay, whatever you want. Just stay near Rio.”

“That’s the idea.”

“A pharmacy?” Aegon asks excitedly. “Can I go?”

“No,” Aemond snaps, and continues out onto the porch. In the gravel driveway, Cregan and Daeron are kneeling by the Tahoe and inspecting the front tire on the driver’s side. “What’s wrong now?” Aemond asks, exasperated.

“Got a flat,” Cregan says. “The little fella here noticed it.”

Daeron is mortified. “Please don’t call me that.”

Aemond peers around mistrustfully, out at the road, into the cornfield. “Someone sabotaged us?”

Cregan shakes his head and taps the tire. “Naw, we just ran over a nail yesterday. You can see it right here. A big one too, a masonry nail, I suspect.”

“Can you fix it?” Rio asks.

“I think so. I saw a jack and a lug wrench hanging up on the wall in the barn, now I just need a new tire, a real one. A spare wouldn’t do us much good, not with all the weight we’re carrying. It’d pop in twenty miles.” Cregan gestures to the main road, but westward, the opposite direction from the pharmacy. “Don’t remember seeing a tire place on our way in. Figured I’d try the other direction. I’ll walk ‘til I find a shop or a truck with the right kind of tires to steal from, whichever comes first. Can’t change a tire on gravel, though. I’ll have to drive the Tahoe out to the road and fix it there. I’m gonna need Rhaena’s keys.”

There is an uneasy lull as Aemond studies him. You, Rio, Daeron, and Aegon—who is lingering on the front porch, not yet ready to admit defeat—glance between them apprehensively. Ice is rolling around in the gravel, coating her grey fur with dust. “How do I know you won’t take off without us?”

Cregan’s face goes dark. His brow, heavy and furrowed, settles low over his eyes. “Look buddy, I’ve done a lot of things for you and your people that I didn’t have to. And now I’m fixing the Tahoe so it can take you west, someplace you decided we’re going. If you don’t trust me, do it yourself. Kill your own opossum. Change your own flat tire. But you can’t, can you? Just like I can’t shoot a zombie straight through the eye or tell you how to cure that sick boy in there. We’ve all got jobs here. Let me do mine.”

Aemond glowers at Cregan, knowing he’s right. Daeron averts his eyes; Rio, grinning, eats a handful of Cheddar Whales from a pocket of his cargo shorts. You lay a palm on Aemond’s forearm. “Aemond…he’s trying to help.”

“Sure,” Aemond replies crossly.

“You want collateral?” Cregan says. “Take my dog.” He whistles, and Ice scampers to his side. He points to you. “Go on, princess.” Ice obediently trots over to stand with you, shaggy ash-colored fur, bestial amber eyes like a rattlesnake’s. “She’ll look after you on your way to the pharmacy and back. And if the Tahoe and I have mysteriously vanished upon your return, you can eat her for dinner.”

“You don’t want a warning if you’re about to run into zombies?” Rio asks.

Cregan chuckles as he picks up his axe off the gravel. “Don’t you worry about me. We haven’t heard a peep since we got into town, and I’m just going a little ways up the road. Any less than ten of those abominations, and I can take care of myself.” He gives you and Rio a parting salute and strides into the farmhouse to collect the Tahoe keys from Rhaena.

Aemond turns to Daeron. “Stay here, keep watch. We’ll be back as soon as we can.”

Daeron nods, glancing to where his compound bow rests on the front porch. “Got it.”

“Aegon will help you.”

“Wait, wait, wait,” Aegon says. “I want to go to the pharmacy too.”

Aemond is losing what remains of his patience. “No.”

“Please?”

“No!”

“Then can you at least bring me something back?”

Rio is confounded. “What do you need?”

“You know…” Aegon gestures vaguely. “Percocet, Vicodin, Oxy, maybe some of that cough syrup with the codeine in it—”

“Grow the fuck up,” Aemond flares, and Aegon falls silent. “You’re thirty years old. Take some goddamn responsibility for something, for anything. I have to go to the pharmacy, Cregan has to fix the Tahoe, someone has to stay here with Daeron to help protect Jace and Baela, and Luke and Rhaena, and Helaena too. Just shut up and do the right thing. You have to start acting like an adult. Who do you think is in charge if I get killed? I’ve never for a single day of my life had the luxury of making selfish choices, and now I feel like I’m not even allowed to die. Leaving everyone else with you would be like leaving them with nobody.”

Aegon gazes up at him, not offended but childishly, mortally wounded. His oceanic eyes are huge and glistening. “But you’re not going to die before me.”

“That’s not the point,” Aemond pitches back, cutting, caustic. Then he starts down the long gravel driveway towards the road. You give Aegon a small, apologetic half-smile and then follow after his younger brother, Ice loping alongside you.

Rio thumps Aegon encouragingly on one shoulder. “See you soon, Honey Bun.” And Aegon watches the three of you disappear, standing in the dazzling midday light with his arms folded over his chest and his hair in hie face, kicking at the gravel with the Sperry Bahama sneakers he once wore on yachts and golf courses.

“Please try to be nice to him,” you tell Aemond when you’re far enough away to be out of earshot. Rio is humming a song you don’t immediately recognize—probably Enrique Iglesias—and acting like he’s not listening. “You don’t know how much longer any of us have. And if that was the last thing you ever said to him, you’d feel awful about it.”

“You have no idea what it was like being his brother. Since I was born all I’ve done is try to plug the holes he blasts into ships. But there’s always water on the floor, I’m never done bailing it out. He needs to learn how to do things for himself.”

“Yes, he does. But he loves you, and he wants you to be happy. He would never intentionally take anything from you. He’ll grow into his purpose, whatever that is.”

“He needs to do it faster,” Aemond says harshly, and you walk the rest of the way without speaking, listening for snarling or lurching footsteps, hearing nothing but birdsong and wind whispering through leaves.

The pharmacy—a diminutive family-owned business, not a chain—has been ravaged. The glass of the large bay window has been broken out and the shelves looted, empty containers and wrappers littering the floor, crystalline shards threatening to gash, stab, infect.

“Stay out here with the dog,” Aemond tells you. Ice is panting calmly, her ears relaxed, her strange yellowish eyes taking in the scenery without any concern. “If she gets her paws sliced up, Cregan will have yet another accusation to levy against me.”

“You’re going to have to get used to him.”

“Not much of an adjustment for you, it seems,” Aemond says, then steps through the shattered window, glass crunching beneath his shoes. Rio gives you a wink and goes after him. They rummage through the remaining merchandise, strewn about randomly and interspersed among trash. Aemond peeks behind the counter where pharmacists once filled prescriptions and climbs over it, searching for any bottles or boxes that were left behind.

“Sorry guys, no condoms,” Rio announces, then laughs at his own joke.

“Be careful,” you urge from outside. “Look underneath, check the bottom racks. Rio? Rio, down low, check them!”

“Relax, ain’t nothing going on in here. It’s silent as the grave.” He laughs again. “Get it? As the grave.”

“Aemond?”

“I’m fine,” he tells you as he squints to read medicine bottles.

“Okay, okay,” Rio says, squatting to examine the shelves closest to the cluttered floor. “I’m checking all the racks. There’s nothing scary under the racks. Happy now?”

“Very. Helaena said something that freaked me out.”

“She can be a bit of an enigma,” Aemond admits. He is taking a tiny box from a drawer to keep.

“Oh, we got Pedialyte!” Rio says, yanking a jug of pink fluid from a pile of debris. “You think Jace likes strawberry?”

Aemond hurries over to help him hunt for more. “Yeah. It’s like a Twizzler, right?”

Ice noses your hand and whimpers softly. You look down at her. “What?”

She whirls and canters around the side of the pharmacy, then returns to make sure you’re keeping up. You go after her, slow and wary, a hand on one of your Beretta M9s. There’s nothing of note to be found in the narrow, shadowy alleyway other than an overflowing dumpster and two skeletons stripped of every shred of fabric and flesh; even the bones were licked clean.

You turn to Ice. “Did I need to see this?” She whines and shifts her weight from foot to foot, ears perked up. Something else? You look down the alleyway. Far behind the pharmacy and the shops that surround it is a church on a jade green slope, old-fashioned, white wood and a belltower. There is a cemetery beside it, and amidst the small grey blurs of headstones are… “Oh,” you breathe. “So that’s where the rest of the town is.”

The graveyard is full of limp, swaying figures that can only be zombies. You are far away and draped in shadows; you retreat back to the pharmacy without any indication that you’ve been spotted, Ice trailing close behind. Aemond and Rio are climbing out of the window just as you arrive. They are each carrying three jugs of Pedialyte in various flavors.

“Where the hell’d you go?” Aemond says; but he sounds more relieved than irritated.

“There’s a church about an eight of a mile away. And there are a lot of zombies in the cemetery.”

Rio sets his Pedialyte down on the sidewalk and reaches for the Remington 12 gauge hanging over his shoulder by its leather strap. “Okay, let’s go clear them out.”

“No, I mean a lot. Like a hundred.”

He freezes. “Oh.”

“We should leave town,” you say.

“While Jace is puking and shitting everywhere? You want to be stuck in a car with that?”

Aemond is thinking, toying with the little box you saw him pick up earlier. “We’ll leave as soon as we can.”

“What’s that?” you ask him.

He shows you the label. “Injectable morphine. All the pills were gone, but I found one vial of this, and I have syringes in my medical kit. It doesn’t need to be refrigerated. It should still be useable.”

“For Baela?” For when she delivers the baby?

“Yeah, that’s what I was thinking. Just in case.” Then he looks at both you and Rio meaningfully. “Don’t tell Aegon I have this.”

“We won’t,” Rio promises. And Ice begins trotting back towards the farmhouse, as if trying to rush you along.

~~~~~~~~~~

The Tahoe is at the mouth of the long gravel driveway, still up on a hand-cranked scissor jack. The tire appears to be new, but the lug nuts haven’t been tightened, and the wrench is nowhere to be found.

“Cregan?” Rio says uncertainly, peeking through the cornstalks as they bend in the wind. “Hey, Cregan? Aemond’s sorry he was a bitch to you earlier. He wants you to return ASAP and do manual labor for him.” Aemond grimaces; Rio beams in reply. But Cregan does not appear.

You can hear them long before you reach the farmhouse, muffled chaotic chattering, raised voices and rushing footsteps. As you ascend the steps of the front porch, Rhaena bursts through the door.

“Thank God you’re back,” she says; there is blood on her hands. “It’s Jace, he…he…come look at him. Aemond, you have to do something. He’s sick, he’s really sick. He’s bleeding.”

“From where?” Aemond asks, urgent, bewildered.

“From everywhere,” Rhaena replies, and beckons for him to follow.

The bedsheets Jace is swathed in are blooming with crimson, flowers of doomed gore. Blood drips from his nostrils and his eyes; when he retches into the popcorn bucket, clots of pink and red spew out. Everyone is gathered around him and speaking at the same time, except Helaena. She is crouched on the floor of the hallway just outside his room, her arms wrapped around her bent knees and her face stricken. Ice curls up beside her.

Above the other voices, Baela screams at Aemond, a desperate horrified moan: “What’s wrong with him?!”

Aemond pushes by the others and feels Jace’s forehead, then grabs his wrist to measure his pulse. As Aemond’s fingers tighten, Jace’s skin rips beneath them, the top layer sliding off and leaving only glistening, raw pink. Jace howls, tears of blood streaming down his cheeks. “I don’t know,” Aemond says, his voice unsteady.

“What the fuck do you mean you don’t know?!” Baela shouts back. “You’re a doctor! Fix him!”

“It hurts, Aemond,” Jace gasps, fresh blood on his teeth. When Baela touches his hair, locks of it fall out into her hand.

“He’s turning, right?” Rio says to you. “This is what happened to Snowflake, the blood and the skin and everything—?”

“He wasn’t bitten!” Luke insists, positioned in front of Jace’s bed as if he’s guarding it.

“I don’t care if we can’t find a bite mark, he’s decomposing for Christ’s sake, what the fuck else could it be?!”

Daeron returns with more blankets and towels. Aegon grabs a strawberry Pedialyte out of Rio’s grasp and tries to help Jace drink it. Cregan is muttering: “I ain’t never seen anything like this…”

Decomposing, you think dizzily. He wasn’t bitten, but he’s falling apart…what else does that to a person?

Baela cleans blood from his lips, a towel turning from snow to rubies. “Jace, baby, it’s going to be okay, we’re going to help you…”

“Could it be rat poison or something?” Cregan is saying. “Rabies? Mad cow disease? Ebola?”

“How the fuck do you think he got Ebola?!” Aemond exclaims. “You think he took a jet to sub-Saharan Africa when he was on his own? Use your brain.”

“I’m just trying to come up with ideas here, doc, and I don’t see you with any bright ones!”

He’s decomposing. He’s decomposing.

And then you remember. You kneel down beside the bed so you can look into his face, so you can make him pay attention. “Jace, listen to me.”

“I’m listening,” he replies faintly. He coughs, wet and gurgling. Fresh blood paints his lips. There are blisters beginning to form up and down his arms, you see now, the skin bubbling and separating.

“Jace, do you remember Three Mile Island?”

“What the fuck.” He is baffled, dismissive. “Three Mile what? Huh? What are you talking about…?”

“You’re upsetting him,” Baela says fiercely, tears glittering in her eyes.

But you are determined. “Outside of Harrisburg, Pennsylvania, after we left Fort Indiantown Gap. There were these huge concrete cooling towers. We saw them from the Wawa parking lot.” But he wasn’t there when we talked about radiation. He was still inside searching for guns. “Remember, Jace? Do you remember?”

Now Aemond and Rio are looking at you, petrified, realizing what you must be thinking. No one else understands yet. After a long pause, Jace nods feebly. “Yeah. I remember the towers.”

“Good,” you say, smiling to encourage him. “Okay, this is important. After we lost you at the river, before you found us again, did you see anywhere that looked like Three Mile Island?”

“Yeah,” Jace murmurs as he stares back at you with glazed, bloody eyes; and Rio sighs and shakes his head. “I drove right by it on the Honda. The sign said Byron.”

And it’s been over for him since that moment.

“Alright, Jace.” You want to touch him, to embrace him or cup his cheek. You know it will only make his suffering worse. “Thank you. That’s all I wanted to ask.” He begins to gag again, and Baela hurries to place the popcorn bucket so it can catch his liquefying organs. You turn around and walk through the doorway.

“What’s happening?” Aegon asks you, hushed voice, frantic eyes. He has followed you to the living room, along with Aemond, Rio, and Cregan. You nod to Aemond. He knows.

“It’s radiation sickness,” Aemond says, low and bleak.

“What?!” Aegon gapes at him. “I mean, are you sure…?”

“It fits all the symptoms. He was in close proximity to a nuclear power plant, something the rest of us have intentionally avoided. If there was a meltdown, there are miles and miles that are poisoned with radiation. Passing by on a motorcycle could definitely result in a lethal dose.”

“Poor guy,” Rio says. “Not a good way to go.”

“No,” you agree. It isn’t.

“So how do you treat something like that?” Cregan asks Aemond.

“It can’t be treated,” Aemond replies tersely. “Not here, not by me, not by anyone. Not even if the world was normal again.”

“What do you mean it can’t be treated?! Everything can be treated nowadays! Cancer, heart attacks, diabetes, hell, my cousin got testicular cancer and he was fine a month later, he even got to keep one of his balls!”

“Radiation sickness can’t be treated. He’s going to die.”

“But how is that possible when—?!”

“I need you to try to not be stupid for five minutes,” Aemond snaps.

You say quietly: “He’s not stupid, Aemond. He just doesn’t know about this.”

“You are always defending him.”

“Because not going to med school isn’t a character flaw.”

Cregan asks mildly, looking at Aemond: “Could you explain it to me?”

“It’s pennies in a jar, man,” Rio says. “Radiation stacks up and at a certain point it kills you. It destroys your DNA and your body falls apart. You can get it just by going near someplace contaminated, and you might not even feel it happen. And there’s no way to undo the damage. The pennies never leave the jar.”

Cregan raises an eyebrow at Aemond. “Was that so difficult?”

Aemond ignores him. “We have to tell Jace,” he says instead.

Back in the bedroom—a mineral stench in the air, coppery blood and the salt of sweat—Aegon sits on the edge of the bed and takes one of Jace’s swelling, blistering hands carefully in his own.

“Don’t hold my hand, you loser.” Jace mumbles, and Aegon respectfully releases him.

“Jace,” Aegon begins. “We think you have radiation sickness.”

Jace blinks up at him, wincing and disoriented. “Which means…?”

“Which means, um, it’s going to be…not great.”

“Why are you the person explaining this?”

“You’re right, I really shouldn’t be explaining it. Can someone else explain it…?” Aegon glances around hopefully.

“Jace,” Aemond says. “Those cooling towers you drove by were part of a nuclear power plant that melted down when the power grid collapsed. You received a fatal dose of radiation. It’s the only thing that explains what’s happening to you.”

“Fatal…?” Daeron ventures.

Rhaena gasps and reaches for Luke. Baela’s face is a mask of numb shock. Jace stares up at Aemond for a long time before he speaks. “Aemond, fix me.”

Aemond’s words are brittle and fracturing. “I can’t. I’m sorry.”

“Stop fucking around, man, you’re a doctor. You can fix me. I know you can. You’re a genius. You’re a total freak but you’re the smartest person I’ve ever met. Give me the pills, give me the shots. Cut me open if you have to. I won’t scream, I promise. Fix me. I trust you.”

“Jace, I can’t do anything. No one can.”

“I have to meet the baby, Aemond,” Jace whispers, scarlet tears bleeding down his cheeks. “I have to be here for Baela and Luke. Fix me, man. I’ll do anything you tell me to.”

“Jace,” Aemond says, his voice breaking. “I’m so sorry. I can’t help you.”

Jace looks to Baela, Luke, Rhaena, and at last back to Aemond. “How long?”

“Not very. A few days, maybe.”

“Days?” he echoes, dazed. “What happens?”

Aemond shakes his head. You don’t want to know.

“Yeah I do. Tell me.”

Aemond can’t respond; clear silent tears snake down the right side of his face. Rio answers for him. “You continue to bleed out of every orifice and the rest of your skin falls off. And eventually you die.”

Jace breaks down in sobs. “I was trying to find you guys.”

Suddenly, Baela turns to you and Rio and Aemond, wrathful, hissing. “This is your fault.”

Aemond pleads: “Baela, please don’t—”

“You made me leave him at the river. I knew he was still alive, but you forced me to leave him. If he’d been with us, this never would have happened. But he was alone, and it was because of you. You did this to him. You stole him from me.”

Rhaena tries to console her. “Baela, no one meant to—”

“I just got him back!” she screams, and then shelters Jace in her arms as he clings to her, the skin of his fingers and palms flaking at the pressure, holding onto her anyway. No one knows what to say; everyone has tears burning in their eyes and embers in their throats. “Get out,” Baela demands. “Leave us alone. This is the last time I’ll ever have with him and it’s your fucking fault. So get out.”

And you leave them to their final moments, failing flesh in a dying world.

~~~~~~~~~~

Only Luke and Rhaena flit in and out of the bedroom, carrying soiled linens and the plastic popcorn bucket to be periodically emptied. The rest of you are engrossed in a grim, thunderstruck deathwatch in the living room. You discuss the inevitable in hushed murmurs. It is cruel to let Jace suffer; it is unspeakably horrible to let Baela witness it. Ice alternates between receiving scratches from Cregan, Helaena, and Aegon, never trying to enter Jace’s room. You can hear Jace and Baela talking in there, his retching and groaning, her sobs.

It is not until dusk that Rhaena summons Aemond. Luke is weeping as he paces back and forth in the bedroom. Baela is still sitting on the bed with Jace, resigned now. She does not apologize, but she doesn’t have any more venom to spit either. The rest of you watch from the hallway, keeping a respectful distance. Ice nudges your hand with her nose, but you ignore her. Jace’s bloody eyes roll to Aemond.

“I’m keeping you here, aren’t I?”

“Yes,” Aemond replies. There’s no point in lying.

“And I don’t need to feel myself melting like this for days. I get the idea.” Jace looks at Aemond for a while. His voice is anemic but calm; there are fresh blisters on his face and neck. “What can you give me?”

Aemond opens his medical kit and shows Jace the vial of morphine. “I found this at the pharmacy today. It would be painless, like going to sleep and never waking up.”

“Why do you have that?”

“I was thinking a small amount might help Baela during labor.”

“Is it the only morphine in your kit?”

“Yes.”

Jace nods. “Save it for Baela.” His gaze drops to the Glock in the holster at Aemond’s waist. “Can I borrow that?”

Rhaena stifles a dismayed yelp. Baela closes her eyes, but does not protest. Aemond says: “I don’t think you want to do this.”

“Don’t tell me what to do, Cyclops,” Jace says, smiling. “I’ll be quick, I promise.”

“It’s heavy,” Aemond warns. He clicks off the safety and gives the Glock to Jace. “Are you able to use it by yourself?”

“It’s a very simple two-step process. Barrel to skull, finger on the trigger. I think I’ll manage.”

Again, Ice bumps her nose against your knuckles; again, you barely notice. Baela kisses Jace on the mouth, her lips coming away bloody. Rhaena says goodbye to him, then Luke, whispered parting words you don’t try to listen to. Before Aemond exits, Jace grasps his hand.

“Take care of my family, Aemond.”

“I will.”

“Don’t let the zombies eat me afterwards.”

And then it becomes real. Aemond’s composure falters. “Jace…I’m so sorry…”

“Go,” Jace urges him. Then there is a coughing fit, fresh blood and pieces of stomach and lungs. “Right now. Before I lose my nerve.”

Baela is the last one to leave the bedroom; she shuts the door behind her. Almost immediately afterwards is a deafening bang. Baela sinks to the floor and wails, one hand on her belly, the other embracing Rhaena and Luke when they rush to her. Ice is whining and pawing at the floor, her nails screeching on the hardwood. Aemond alone returns to Jace’s bedroom and reappears with his Glock. He places it back in his holster, his scarred face vacant. There’s blood on his fingers, you see. Jace’s blood, the last he’ll ever shed. Aemond hasn’t noticed yet.

You reach for Aemond’s hand; he flinches away. You ask him, pained: “Do you think if you don’t touch me, it won’t hurt you when I die?”

“Please don’t say that,” Aemond responds in a hoarse, splintering whisper.

Ice yowls, and Cregan is abruptly aware of her. “Oh shit, the Tahoe is still up on the jack. I’ll go get it.” He opens the front door. Under the moonlight, there are upwards of a hundred zombies stumbling down the long gravel driveway. Everyone begins screaming. Cregan slams the door shut and shoves one of the couches in front of it. “What now?!”

“We go through the cornfield,” Aemond says as you are all frantically gathering your sparse possessions. “It will be more difficult for them to see us. We kill as many as we can and we make our way to the Tahoe. Cregan, how long will it take you to get it ready to drive?”

“Maybe a minute. But I’ll need someone to spot me while I tighten the lug nuts.”

“Sounds like my kind of job opportunity,” Rio says, pumping his Remington. Helaena gives you a flashlight. Cregan secures the lug wrench under his belt and picks up his axe. Rhaena has her Ruger out and is telling Baela to breathe, to stay focused, to let her and Luke lead the way.

Aemond comes to you and leans in close so the others can’t hear. “How many bullets do you have left?”

“Not enough. Maybe fifty.”

“Do what you can. Stay near Rio.”

“I’ll try.”

Now there are zombies at the front windows, beating their spongy swamp-colored palms against the glass. Baela, Rhaena, and Luke are leaving through the back door with Daeron; you can hear the whizzing of his arrows and the sick soft sound they make when they pierce rotting meat. Under the weight of so many hands, one of the living room windows pops from its frame and clatters against the floor. You open fire, bullets exploding skulls and spraying brains, corpses jolting and then diving to the ground. You shoot until both M9s are empty, then pause to reload, boxes of bullets that Cregan gave you back in Iowa.

“Let them in,” Helaena says.

“Are you out of your fucking mind?!” Aegon shouts at her. He’s firing his Marlin .22 beside you, quite poorly; Rio and Aemond are in the backyard killing any zombies that find their way towards the cornfield. “We’re not letting them get through the house!”

“Not through,” Helaena says placidly. “In.”

“Oh.” Aegon understands. “Oh! I get it! Trap them inside!” He races to the kitchen and tears the remaining bottles of Grey Goose vodka out of the cabinet, then begins spilling them onto the wood floor. “Helaena, give me a lighter.”

She places one in his outstretched palm and then leaves with Cregan as he escorts her away, leading her by her fragile hand. They vanish together into the cornfield, Ice on their heels.

“Time to go, Chips!” Rio booms; he can’t be far behind Cregan.

“We’re on our way!”

Zombies are pouring through the front of the house; another window has given way. You pull the trigger over and over again as you move with Aegon towards the backyard, his clear river of vodka drawing a path from one end of the house to the other. You hit the grass before he does, then wait for him by the edge of the cornfield. Aemond and Rio are shouting for Aegon to hurry up. He crosses through the threshold, flicks the lighter to life, and throws it into the house. His plan works—the farmhouse is abruptly aflame, cooking zombies like long-spoiled hams—but he neglected to realize that in his haste, he had also accidentally doused his own left leg and Sperry Bahama sneaker. The fire licks up over Aegon’s skin and blazes there radiantly. He shrieks and falls to the ground. Rio yanks his own shirt off and uses it to smother the inferno, then throws Aegon over one shoulder to carry him.

“Go to Cregan!” Rio tells Aemond, shoving him in the direction of the Tahoe. Rio will be slower now, but no one else could still run with Aegon’s added weight. “You and Daeron spot him until I get there!” When Aemond is gone, Rio glances back at you.

“I’m fine,” you say, felling zombies as they round the house. “Get Aegon to the car!” And Rio listens to you like he always does, vanishing with Aegon through the cornfield.

You weave through the leafy stalks, investigating each growl and rustling with the beam of your flashlight. Grotesque, fetid faces plunge through the greenery, and you demolish them. You’re in the rhythm now, wheeling for a target and locking in, squeezing the trigger and watching ghoulish faces disappear. And then you spy a zombie lurching towards you from fifteen feet away, a twenty-something in a red Nebraska Cornhuskers t-shirt making her way down the dirt aisle between two rows of corn; and when you pull the trigger, there is only a dry click in reply. Your other M9 is already empty. You’ve used all the ammo Cregan gave you.

“I’m out of bullets,” you say, but no one hears you; you are alone. Aemond always told you to stay near Rio and you never did. Too late, you realize what an oversight that has been. “Rio? Aemond?!”

There are human voices and gunshots, but reverberating from a distance. Far closer are snarls and groans of the dead. You click off your flashlight, drop to the earth, and crawl until you are as far under a row of corn as you can be, long leaves tickling the back of your neck and damp soil in your nostrils. Clumsy, lumbering footsteps trod by you. From the road, you hear the Tahoe’s engine start with a rumble.

They’re leaving.

You shake your head, here with no one to see you in the dark. Still, the thought persists.

They’re leaving. I left my family and now my family is leaving me.

“Chips, stay where you are!” Rio shouts. “We’re coming back, we’ll find you!”

You wait until they are within ten feet of you, Rio cracking skulls with his Remington—he must be out of bullets too—and Aemond firing his Glock. “I’m here, I’m here!” you cry, and they are lifting you up from the dirt and dragging you towards Tahoe, and Aemond puts his pistol in your hand knowing you can do more good with it. You fire ten rounds before the Glock is empty, and you think with terror: Do any of us have bullets left?

Then you are being helped into the Tahoe, and the second all the doors are shut Rhaena floors the gas pedal, heading west on State Route 92.

~~~~~~~~~~

“I got my drugs after all,” Aegon rasps as Aemond injects him with morphine on the floor of a laundromat on the edge of Merna, Nebraska, far enough to escape the zombies, not so far that the Tahoe risks running out of gas before you reach the next town. His left leg is burned from the knee down, and burned badly: skin, fat, muscle, blood-red scorched ruin. Even through the modest dose of morphine—Aemond is terrified of accidentally killing him—Aegon can still feel what has happened to him. He knows it’s bad. He knows it could be the last mistake he ever makes. “I’m so thirsty…”

“I got you, Honey Bun,” Rio says, and then uses the butt of his Remington to bust open the vending machines and bring him bottles of Powerade. Baela is sobbing in the corner with Luke and Rhaena. Helaena is shining a flashlight on Aegon’s leg so Aemond can see. Daeron and Cregan are keeping watch by the entrance. You don’t even know why. All the bullets and arrows are gone, Aegon can’t walk, the Tahoe’s gas tank is nearly drained. If you are descended upon now, what will you do?

Aegon sobs and clutches for you, links his arms around your waist, rests his head in your lap. You hold him and comb your fingers through his unruly hair over and over again, like a compulsion, like a ritual. You are so afraid to let go of him. You are terrified he’ll disappear.

I wish I knew what to say. I never know what to say.

He’s shaking uncontrollably as Aemond cleans his leg: peeling away dead skin, wiping down the raw flesh with disinfectant. Aegon’s eyes are wide and glassy. There is blood on the white tile floor, pinkish lymph fluid, bits of charred skin. Ice is whimpering, her muzzle propped on her paws and her eyes darting around the room. Aegon manages through the pain, a reedy, gasping whisper: “Tell me about all those places you went when you were in the Navy.”

You can see it like the miles-deep blue of his eyes: the Indian Ocean, the jewel-tone equatorial sky. “On Diego Garcia, they have these birds called red-footed boobies—”

Aegon barks out a weak laugh. “They do not. You’re making that up.”

“No, really, I swear! They’re like seagulls, but they have blue on their face and bright red feet, hence the name. They’re extremely stupid, and one night a few of us were hanging out drinking Guinness and playing pool, and a booby flew in through an open window. We panicked, it panicked, and then it was flying in circles and couldn’t get out. We opened all the doors and windows, and the booby still just flew around banging into the walls. And of course the whole time it was shitting and bleeding and getting feathers everywhere, we knew it was going to take hours to clean up. After thirty minutes of chasing this idiot bird around, Rio snapped, took off his boot, and smacked the booby with it. He was trying to fling it out the window, like hitting a tennis ball with a racket, but he accidentally hit the bird too hard and murdered it. Its beak literally separated from its body and flew across the room. None of us could believe it, we didn’t even know that was possible. Rio felt so bad he started crying. We took the booby—and its beak, of course—out to the beach for a Viking funeral. We made it a little raft of coconut tree leaves, set it on fire with a lighter, and pushed it out into the waves.”

Aegon is cackling. “Bryan Osorio, terrorizer of the homicidal undead and boobies!”

“What else?” Baela says, and you look over at her, startled. The flashlight incandescence turns you all to ghosts, phantoms, half-shadows. At first you don’t know what she means. “What else did they have on Diego Garcia?”

“Oh, tell them about the coconut crabs,” Rio prompts you. He’s settled down beside Aegon and is resting one broad hand on his trembling shoulder.

“Coconut crabs?” Rhaena asks you, wiping tears from her cheeks with her delicate, small-boned fingers.

You are abruptly aware that you have an audience. You can feel yourself shrinking beneath their gazes. “Rio should tell the story. I’m not good at it.”

“Sure you are,” Rio says, smiling kindly beneath dark, wet eyes. “Go on. Tell them.”

So you do.

[joseopher]

So we all know the initiation ceremony. But my brain is always novacaine so this is what I got out of it:

Obviously, the first one is based on this quote:

"Lately Tristan, the resident failed murderer of the house, had been having daydreams. More like fantasies, really. Where he didn’t hesitate. Where he simply killed Callum with the knife in the dining room for the good of the group, as he had been so auspiciously assigned."

The second one is based on this quote:

"In Callum’s dreams, Tristan always died under the same circumstances. It was a bit like being trapped in a nightmare, or a time loop, with the dining room for a stage. Callum attempted different scenarios in his dreams, testing a variety of weapons. Bludgeoning Tristan with a candelabra one night, smothering him with the upholstered cushion of the dining room chair the next. Strangling, of course. Always a bit sexual, that. Poisoning his soup, which was ridiculous. They all knew Tristan had some kind of persisting aversion to broth. Methodology aside, though, what wasn’t clear was whether Callum understood why he was having these fantasies. Parisa guessed not. Probably Callum thought he was feeling something very male and powerful, like anger or betrayal. In reality he was childlike and lonely, and alone."

Third one:

This one is more complicated. So, Tristan is full-on having a breakdown:

“You’re the one who made it about power, aren’t you?” Tristan demanded, and Reina scowled. (TickTickTickTick—) “It was your projection. That wasn’t Parisa’s doing,” he snarled, tossing a hand toward the center of the circle to where Reina’s initiation ritual had been. “It was you. You’re the one who chose a knife, so what are you trying to—”

And then Callum is like:

“They don’t know, mate,” Callum cut in calmly. So calmly that Tristan mentally collapsed into yet another montage of improvised violence. Kicking the chair out from under Callum and sending it sprawling across the fucking Edwardian floors. No, yanking him up from the chair, then winding up and—

“They weren’t there,” Callum said. “They don’t know.”

Tristan doesn't so much as "calm down" as deflate. He shrivels like a plant without water. But his breakdown is put on hold, he starts yelling at Nico but not in the way he was yelling at Reina.

I like to think it's because Callum knows him so well, he knows what to say to just shut him down. It's a form of shorthand between them.

It's like "listen this is between you and me, they don't know us, you're fine".

Listen I swooned when I read that I have a problem.

Obviously, it's toxic but still my boys <3

THAT LEADS US TO:

@pink-luc0zade and I have decided that what Callum's unlying meaning to his words, “They weren’t there. They don’t know.” is "dude no look at me, they weren't there, they don't know us, it's just you and me bbygirl calm down"

HEAR ME OUT!

Callum Nova told me this himself while we were in a Mcdonald's parking lot sipping Grimace Shakes because we are best friends

[pastchased]

ANIMALS  :  lion  ,  dog COLORS  :   yellow  ,  gold  ,  green  ,  black ASTROLOGICAL SIGN  :   gemini MONTHS  :   april  ,  june  ,  july SONGS  :   war crimes  /  waterparks  ,  playground  /   unlike pluto  ,  novacaine  /  fall out boy   ,  where did the party go   /   fall out boy  ,  thanks for the memories  /  fall out boy  ,  gasoline  /   halsey  ,  the boy in the bubble  /  alec benjamin  ,  doubt  /   twenty one pilots  ,  +  200 more NUMBERS  :  5  ,  6  ,  16 DAY OR NIGHT  :  mornings   &   late nights PLANTS  :   sunflowers  SMELLS  :   fresh laundry  ,  hair dye  ,  blood  ,  sweat  ,  tears  ,  the city SEASON  :   summer FOODS  :   russia sushi  ,  fast food  ,   junk food  ,  anything he puts in a bento DRINK  :   orange soda  ,  various sodas  ,  juice ELEMENTS :   earth  ,  air

[marshmallow--3]

Friday 22 morning mood - Plant Life

I wish plant life would grow all around me

So I won't feel dead anymore

Posted the toilet sign

Worked

Rumbling made me ill

Ate pork korma?

Customer: blah blah blah famous last words

Me internally: SO MANY, BRIGHT LIGHTS THAT CAST A SHADOW. BUT CAN I SPEAK, IS IT HARD UNDERSTANDING? I'M INCOMPLETE

Game of Thrones - woah what would happen if Arya killed Joffrey in season one?

THE HEART THE HEARTTTTTT

Lucifer smut

Saturday 23 morning mood - Teenage Dirtbag

I've got two tickets to Iron Maiden, baby

Come with Friday, don't say maybe

I'm just a teenage dirtbag, baby

Like you

Stupid early 9:30 shift

Forgot antidepressants

Day passed slowly but painlessly

I forgot a hair bobble

Accidentally misgendered a baby and upset the mother

Impulse ate

Made Júlia laugh more than I expected with my "*college humour voice* Daddy" joke

Had a craving for infected abscess pops

Had disturbing incest rape dreams

Had odd sex dreams

Sunday 24 morning mood - Novacaine

Drain the pressure from the swelling

The sensation's overwhelming

Give a long kiss goodnihht

Tell me everything will be alright

Tell me that I won't feel a thing

So give me novacaine

Too fatigued to shower

I smell

But no one else will say they can smell anything when I ask them

Burning up as usual

Still haven't spoken to her since the comment; luckily I work so much, this isn't anything out of the ordinary

Now I'm connecting that with the irritation I get when customers ask me how long I'm working for and pull a face and say "oh that's a long shift" regardless of how long I tell them I'm working for. It pisses me off because 8 hours is the standard length of a shift. What if I am working more than I should really be doing? On average I do 5/7 days a week, work every weekend and only get Thursdays off as a concrete day every week for therapy. No, 5/7 days on 8+ hours is normal. Old people are just annoying for the sake of being annoying.

Monday 25 morning mood -

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[caprithebunny]

21 Questions

I was tagged by @ortegatrash :D

“Answer 21 questions and tag 21 other people you want to know better.”

Let’s see... (Under the cut for length!)

Nicknames: Capri, Cap, Cappy, Carpi

Zodiac Sign: Taurus

Height: 5′8

Hogwarts House: Slytherin

The last thing I googled: Exeggcute (I was watchin’ the Pokémon anime and wanted to refresh my knowledge on that cutie.)

Favorite musicians: Oh, man, that’s a hard question! Fats Domino, Dion, Nat King Cole, and Tyler Joseph. :D

Some song stuck in my head: Nico and the Niners by Twenty One Pilots.

Following: 431

Followers: 85

Do you get asks: Not really! Haven’t in a really long while.

Amount of sleep: A few hours a night usually.

Lucky number: Hmm. I’d say three!

What you’re wearing: Michael Jackson t-shirt, rainbow and cloud printed pj short-shorts.

Dream job: Writing games and stories for a living! Maybe art, too.

Dream trip: AAAAAA maybe a trip around Europe, especially Britain and Greece.

Instruments: I play no instruments! 

Languages: English mainly, but I can understand Spanish pretty well and am getting better at carrying conversations!

Favorite songs: Novacaine by 10 Years; Blueberry Hill, Ain’t That A Shame, and Jambalaya by Fats Domino; Runaround Sue and Wanderer by Dion; Jumpsuit, Nico and the Niners, and Chlorine by Twenty One Pilots; Burnin’ For You and Don’t Fear the Reaper by Blue Oyster Cult; all of the Moana soundtrack.

Random fact: Umm, I was 9 the first time I played Pokémon, and the game I played was Fire Red!

Aesthetic: Dark and pastel colors, rabbits and rabbit-themed stuff, candles, lanterns, flower-less plants and cacti, and spacey shit :D

I’ll tag... @seraphinitegames , @ratastrofiend , @hushedmusic , @captain-radioactive-mentality , @cullywullycurlywurly , @cummy--eyelids , @rockboci , @kissingagrumpygiant , @oodlesofnoodle , @smuteczekbiczo , @prepareforfeels , @ironbullsmissingeye , @thecosmicsleep , @arkamos-aurelius , @meiralitch , @briarfox13 , @imperatorsapphiosa , @thedragonbot , @lonicera-caprifolium , @naukatti , @causeasari and anyone else who wants to do this!!!

[lokisrevolt]

I'm back in my home town... the air feels different though.

In this place I planted my roots and found myself growing... albeit a sporadic pace but I did.

I still had a job to do being here but fuck it I didn't feel the same doing it and I would have stopped the ball rolling if I could. But past loki set it in motion and it just happened to pop off this very moment.

I'm working so opportunities never vanish but there are some cracks just beneath the surface.

The neighbor's son came out recently, always knew it, something we'd kept a secret and I'd shield him from what I could. I'm just hoping I won't have to craft a box for him outta wood.

I know I've already made mine, was asked if I wanted oak but I chose pine. Just needs one more nail someone else can take the hammer.

Life's looking up but I have too much tugging at my own heart to look it dead in the eyes.

I know I'm growing from how the way I think even now is different from previous entries. I have done multiple talks at several schools now trying to get people excited to work and learn different fields. I've now had published works in both names... yet I'm still chasing things with the novacaine at the bottom of a bottle sometimes.

Did I not really want this? I suppose none of us ask for or want growths sometimes but it's what I've got and where I'm going. I refuse to be lined in chalk at the end of the day... I just can't allow that now. Too many people have shown they truly care for the person they know as Loki...

[greysanatomyreaderinsertimagines]

Nathan Riggs Imagine

Nathan Riggs Imagine 1733 Words Suggestions: Song Shot! Song: Bad Things By Machine Gun Kelly Disclaimer: I do NOT own Bad Things, Nor Grey’s Anatomy, nor YOU! Remember that please.

Am I out of my head? Am I out of my mind? If you only knew the bad things I like Don't think that I can explain it What can I say, it's complicated No matter what you say Don't matter what you do I only wanna do bad things to you So good, that you can't explain it What can I say, it's complicated

You sighed, watching Nathan run down to the E.R. in a hurry. 3rd time this week he’s stood you up. You didn’t know why, but hey, some part of you liked it. You were around him a lot, not to mention that you see him at home too. It’s been forever. You both do things together that can’t be explained. You think you both have something complicated.

Nothing's that bad, if it feels good So you come back, like I knew you would And we're both wild, and the night's young And your mind drunk, breathe you in 'til my face numb Drop it down like that bass drum, I got what you dream of Nails scratch on my back tatt I suppose when you scream out and you kick me in with those hips While my teeth sink into those lips While your body's giving me like and you're suffocating my kiss Then you said

You both can get pretty heated when you’re alone together, so you both rely on someone being there or else it’ll get pretty messy. Your love was getting sickening. You both were awful, but hey, you stay together for the perks. Someone told you that you should break it off, just for a bit, and if you both love each other after a while, then you both deserve to be with each other. You decided to give it a shot. 1 Month. If he’s moved on from you, then you’ll have to move on too. If not, then yeah, you deserve to be together.

I want you forever Even when we're not together Scars on my body so I can take you wherever I want you forever Even when we're not together Scars on my body so I can look at you whenever

At the start of the break, you felt like you were withdrawn from your addiction to Nathan. It hurt, and people knew it hurt.

“(Y/n),” Alex’s voice snaps you out of your thoughts.

You were doing something weird, which was writing/ drawing on your arm.

“Huh,” You asked, looking at him.

“You were out of it, should you go home?”

“No, I’m fine. I have to occupy myself with other things to keep myself focused sometimes.”

Oh, that was a lie, and he knew it. He knew the real reason, you just didn’t want to say it. The withdrawal. Oh, Alex was going to help you, he might as well get half the damn hospital to help you.

Nathan on the other hand, was starting to twitch a bit, slowly getting needy while you were just out of it for a good time. Owen noticed this, still despite some sort of distaste to him, he cared a little bit.

“What’s wrong,” He asked.

“N-Nothing, nothing,” Nathan cleared his throat.

“Something’s wrong.”

“It’s been a week.”

“A week? Since what?”

“Since (Y/n) and I started taking this break. I can’t stop twitching every time I think of her. The only time that this doesn’t happen is in the E.R. and in the O.R.”

Owen nodded. Nathan was pretty serious about you, and it was unhealthy, but hey, people do what they do.

“Then we’ll keep you in the E.R. and O.R. You’ll focus and stop twitching.”

“I wonder how she’s doing. No one told me how she’s doing so I can only assume. Heh.”

Am I out of my head? Am I out of my mind? If you only knew the bad things I like Don't think that I can explain it What can I say, it's complicated No matter what you say Don't matter what you do I only wanna do bad things to you So good, that you can't explain it What can I say, it's complicated

You were taking care of babies when Jo ran in. She was on your service today.

“There’s a massive trauma and there’s a pregnant woman involved,” She said.

You nodded and stepped out.

“Alright, go get the Ultrasound, now. I will meet you down there, understood?”

“Yes ma’am.”

2 Weeks, since you’ve called the break. You were getting better, but maybe you were getting worse too. You got concerned sometimes, when you got home alone. Then you realize you were staying at Meredith’s, per her request as you needed some time to think this through. She’d help you, because she’s been through something like it in the past. Her words were encouraging, but not enough.

I can't explain it, I love the pain And I love the way that your breath reminds me of novacaine and we are Always high, keep it strange Okay yeah I'm insane, but you the same Let me paint the picture, counting by the kitchen Nothing but your heels on, losing our religion You're my pretty little fiction, and I'm the voice inside your head That keeps telling you to listen to all the bad things I say and you said

You got down to the E.R. and worked your magic. Jo came down with the Ultrasound as you got it set. You checked for the baby and stared.

“Dr. (L/n), we need to get a move on,” Owen told you.

“I’m trying to see if the baby is moving,” You muttered.

“And-.”

“And if she survives and there is no baby, this woman would kill herself because she allowed it to happen! Now, if I can hear the baby’s heartbeat, then you can go in, because then I would have to take the baby out by C-Section, so you can do your work. Hmm? Are we clear?”

The room fell silent.

“Thank you.”

Nathan ran in and saw you. You were too busy concentrating, and when you heard a loud heartbeat, you sighed with relief.

“Alright, Wilson, you’re scrubbing in. You’re helping me deliver this baby.”

You ran out with the others going into surgery.

I want you forever Even when we're not together Scars on my body so I can take you wherever I want you forever Even when we're not together Scars on my body so I can look at you whenever

Nathan saw you look like a powerhouse of beauty. How could he leave you for someone else? You were smart. You were kind. You were commanding. You were strict. These things made him fall faster for you than they did the first time. So again, why would he leave you for someone else?

Am I out of my head? Am I out of my mind? If you only knew the bad things I like Don't think that I can explain it What can I say, it's complicated No matter what you say Don't matter what you do I only wanna do bad things to you So good, that you can't explain it What can I say, it's complicated

3 Weeks. Nathan was getting back to ordinary life in a sense. He was trying to get out of his old habits, but they don’t die hard. Nothing does anymore. He was still addicted to you, and he let that happen. He wished to see you all the time, so he could just look at you and hold you in his arms.

“Alex, when are you going to confess your feelings to Jo,” You have him a sly smirk, snickering at his flustered actions.

“Never, because I’m not screwing myself out of everything good,” He rolled his eyes.

“C’mon. You like her. Admit it.”

“I don’t.”

“Alex~?”

“What?!”

“Say it. I want you to.”

“Then say you can’t live without Riggs.”

You fell silent to his statement. You looked down.

“…Damnit… Damnit, damnit, DAMNIT!”

You rubbed your face. Oh, it was a sensitive topic, but you forgot him so long ago, you were sure that it wasn’t a thing anymore. He might’ve forgotten about you too. You looked at Alex.

“…I can’t, but I also can, because I just now remembered the break,” You shrugged.

Alex smirked. He got you cornered.

“How long has it been,” he asked.

“3 weeks I think.”

“So one more week?”

“Yep.”

��Good luck.”

“Good luck on confessing to Jo. You have to at some point.”

The way we love, is so unique And when we touch, I'm shivering And no one has to get it Just you and me Cause we're just living Between the sheets

4 weeks. Finally, It’s over. When will you both see each other? You didn’t know. You were just hoping you would make it through the day without running and jumping on him… You hoped.

Nathan took a deep breath.

“Today’s the day huh,” Owen asked.

“Yeah,” Nathan nodded.

“When will you see her?”

“After surgery.”

“Sounds good.”

“I hope it does.”

Oh, he hopes it does.

I want you forever Even when we're not together Scars on my body so I can take you wherever I want you forever Even when we're not together Scars on my body so I can look at you whenever

You were in the hall when you looked up. Both you and Nathan locked eyes with each other. He stared directly at you. You grew nervous. He looked better. Did he forget about you?

‘She looks to perfect, just… so perfect,’ Nathan thought.

Am I out of my head? Am I out of my mind? If you only knew the bad things I like Don't think that I can explain it What can I say, it's complicated No matter what you say Don't matter what you do I only wanna do bad things to you So good, that you can't explain it What can I say, it's complicated

You both walked up to each other.

“Hi,” You nodded.

“Hey,” He sighed.

“How are you?”

“I’m fine. You?”

“Good.”

You nodded again.

“Did anything interesting in the past month?”

“…No… Did you?”

“Nothing really,” He shook his head.

You nodded once more. Nathan leaned down and planted a kiss on your cheek.

“I missed you,” He whispered.

Tears weld up in your eyes.

“I missed you too.”

[amethystcalling-blog]

Rules: tag nine people that you want to get to know better!

I was tagged by @madre–luna, and I can’t even tell you how pleased I am that I was tagged.😄

Questions:

▫What is your age? I am 26 years old, my birthday is in october!

▫what is your current job? Currently I am a stay at home mom who does commision work via arts and crafts, however business has been rather….absent. I’m waiting to hear back from art school!

▫what are you talented at? tbhI don’t really have any talents that stand out. I’m just kinda good at a lot of stuff…mostly artsy things.

▫what is a big goal you are working toward, or have already achieved? I’m really trying to get my online sales together so I can support my child. I’m a spoonie and traditional working is to hard on my body, but can’t get disability because I can’t afford a lawyer to fight for it. So I really need to start getting commissions.

▫what is your aesthetic? I really like flowy things, layering, and black. Crystals, cooking, plants……typical stereotype witch?

▫do you collect anything? Fae related things. Art, books, figures. I also have a bunch of rocks and plants. I used to collect Batman stuff, primarily joker. Also crafting stuff…and candles. Lots and lost of candels.

▫what topic are you always talking about? Plants, medicinal properties of weed and shrooms, my kid, and role-playing (d&d, pathfinder,jcink)

▫what are your pet peeves? Oh god, people putting empty containers back, a lot of people talking at once….tbh it’s a long list…a lot of sensory stuff bothers me.

▫good advice? Treat everyone with respect, even those who have wronged you.

▫three songs you recommend? 💿Ophelia - the lumineers 💿Another love - Tom Odell 💿Novacaine - Amber rubarth

I tag @cori-an-cailleacha @the–witcheress @rainbowvvitch @leahleviathan @camelliaschest @utopiandaydream @moonlitmoth @metacosmicgold @thistleunderthemoon

[wpaleandra84673-blog]

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[mechagalaxy]

Nowhere in particular. Part 1

I had gotten a toothache. Problem was I had waited to long, and gotten a serious infection. Jorge was not amused. "I need to operate, but you have used so much hatorade lately that the hatocaine will have no effect on you." I didnt like the sound of this. "Cant you just pull it without anesthesia?" Jorge tapped my cheek lightly and the pain was so bad my brain refused to shut down in a faint. "I could, but are you sure that is what you want? I have to clear the jawbone as well, and that procedure is really painful." "How about using some other paindampener?" I asked hopefully. He shook his head. "There is nothing else on the market. Hatocaine have none of the drawbacks the other brands had, is easier and cheaper to produce. The only other product I can remember, and that is because I read an old textbook last week, is Novocaine. But that went out of production almost a century ago. It might be it is still used on some nowhere planet who is too poor to change the machinery. But for now, lay off hatorades for two months so the hatocaine will have efeect." I returned to my office in a grumpy mood. On the way I spotted Boris and Keikko and asked for the report from their time away. They said they hadnt finished it yet, but I just told them to give me what was finished. Greasestained and with misspellings it might take my mind off the pain for a while. I sat down to read, and let my mind play the scenes.

---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Boris and Keikko exited the portal. It had not seen any use lately if the dust covering the ground, and the vines starting to sprout in the cracks was to be trusted. A road the jungle had halfway reclaimed led southward, and they followed it. After around half an hour they entered an area that a few decades before must have been fields. Some livestock, feral cattle and pigs mostly, looked suspiciously at them before continuing to feed on the wild mixture of native and imported plants. The township was about a klick distant, but had no electronic signatures. Walking over there they got no response to either electronic or loudspeaker anouncments. Parking the mechs in the town square they started a systematic search of the buildings. Except for plants, molds, insects and the occational birds they saw no sign of life. Most of what other people would have called valuables vere gone, but they found a total of three bars who seemed to have most of the stocks intact. But as they were on a mission they only had a few bottles of softdrinks (Whisky, Rhum and Cognac), before they continued the search. In an abandoned dentist office they found some bottles they hadnt encountered before. Taking careful sips they put the bottle aside and raised their eyebrows. Keikko tried to speak, but the small sip had totally numbed his toungue and lips "Hoh, a s ron" Boris had the same problem "es in e echeì" Looking at the boottle they found a small label "Novocaine" and using the portable generator they managed to get the office infoscreen alive. The AI was fairly stupid, and didnt recognice their speach, but by producing the label and holding it in front of the optic reader they got the procedure for making more. As they had several liters, and the stuff was really strong they just stored the information. Two days later after having tried all the infoscreens in town they still had no clear idea why all the people had left. Not when either, as they had used a local calendar "Keikko, there is no strange marks, no sign of violence, and no trace of dead bodies." Keikko nodded "Seem like they just decided to leave, used a week or so to pack what they could get on the vehicles, drove up to the portal and went through it to somewhere else" Sharing some more softdrinks they looked at the newest printout they had found. Dated 19 May 3301 it was about two decades old. What it contained was old news about the Kotm fights that month. Since it had been in a collection of similar reports and it was the latest, it put a fairly solid evidence of when the colony had been abandoned, but the report could of course have spent time getting here, or the owner could have closed the subscription.

------------------ Two days later they entered the jungle. There were tracks, but the old lumbertracks had been so owergrown that any mech much bigger than their Hoplites would have found it hard going, unless it was a quad or a hexaped of course. Ok a BFM would probably been able to use its massive strenght to push trough as well. It had been morning when they set out westward, and by noon they had no more clues than when they set out. Suddenly a massive spike of energy registred. "Keikko, someone just used the portal" Boris sent the data through the AI "And not just someone, it is manyone" Keikko set his sensors to high resolution and they both went into silent mode so they would get the best possible readings. Using the whiskerlasers to reply he said "I make it around 50 in all; 25 BFMs, 10 huge, 5 heavies, think those are Smilidons, 5 mediums, sound like Keradons and five lights." Boris got some more readings and whispered urgently "According to the IFF, they are the Crimson Maruaders"

Keikko felt as if a cold hand clenched his spine. Ruthless bandits, the few survivors of their raids had brought tales of cannibalism in addition to the "regular atrocities". Seemed one of their more bizarre customs was to cut up and start eating the victims while they was still alive, and forcing them to be tasters as well. " They seem to split up, The light and huge to town, The BFMs and heavies toward the mines in the northeast and the mediums up north" Boris swore wehemently "They will probably clear the last bar of all booze. Lets sneek over to the portal and see if we can get some help." ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Shaking my head brought the toothache back. But there was something in the report... Rereading it I found it. Calling Bruno to have Boris and Keikko present when I arrived in four minutes I sprinted to the hangar. -- Boris and Keikko was not happy to give up the Novacaine. "Boss, it is way to strong a drink for you" Boris said. Keikko nodded eagerly "That is for real drinkers like us, why dont you stick to whisky and other softdrinks?" I growled. "That is anasthesia for my toothache, and give Jorge the formula for making more" They tried to insist they could make it, but I was not about to let them start any kind of distilling on the same planet as I was on. -- Jorge had to dive deep into his old textbooks to find the proper way and dosage for the novacaine. But an hour later the two bad teeths were removed. I decided to have them mounted on chains and present one each to Boris and Keikko.

[jillraggett]

Plant of the Day

Friday 9 October 2020

In the productive garden of the Royal Horticultural Society Garden Hyde Hall, Essex, UK, the distinctive petal-less, pompom flowers of Acmella oleracea (Pará cress, Brazil cress, eye ball plant, novacaine plant, salad cress, toothache plant) were making a show in the raised beds. This tender, evergreen perennial is usually grown as an annual, with culinary and medicinal uses. When eaten the flower bud produces a strong tingling sensation on the tongue and is said to stimulate the salivary glands. It is more often grown in gardens as an ornamental annual.

Jill Raggett

[femsnguyen]

How Accurate Are Panel Drug Tests

Drug use is a significant problem throughout the United States. The National Survey on Drug Use and Health found that more than 21.7 million people aged 12 or older required some form of substance abuse treatment in 2015, or around 7 percent of the entire US population. As a result of this, ever greater numbers of employers are looking for better ways to screen their workers to ensure that they are not currently misusing drugs.

One of the methods for doing this is panel drug tests. There is no set definition of a panel drug test, but it is generally taken to mean a set of tests that search for a range of drugs and illicit substances in the body. For instance, a four-panel drug test might include screening for opiates, cocaine, THC and PCP, but it could equally test for a different combination of drugs. Seven-panel drugs tests are frequently used by companies that are concerned that certain employees or workers are abusing drugs, including prescription drugs. These panel drug tests are most common in industries that require a high level of alertness, including those where employees are responsible for large pieces of heavy machinery.

False Positives

A common concern for people undergoing a panel drug test is that it will result in a false positive. In other words, the panel drug test will indicate that they have a substance in their body (be it amphetamines, barbiturates, cocaine, etc.) even though they have not ingested any drugs. One of the ways around this is for the person undergoing testing to accurately report any prescription drugs or herbal remedies they might be taking. False positives can sometimes arise in panel drug testing as a result of cross-reactivity of certain chemical substances. Take poppy seeds, for instance. Poppy seeds are a common ingredient in baked goods and are perfectly safe and legal to consume. But because poppy seeds are the seeds of the opium plant, they can sometimes lead to false positives for opiates (like heroin). Other medications, like ephedrine-containing decongestants, have also been known to result in false positives thanks to their similarity to amphetamines.

It’s important to note, however, that high-quality labs are aware of these issues and take measures to avoid them. Usually, their assays are set up in such a way as to distinguish between legally prescribed medications and those which have been obtained illicitly, using various forms of confirmatory testing procedures.

It’s also worth pointing out that for many drugs, the chances of a false positive are very small indeed. For instance, if the metabolite of cocaine is detected, an individual cannot claim that it came from another source, like Novacaine.

False Negatives What about the chances of false negative – that is, when a worker has taken drugs, but the panel drug test fails to detect that they have? False negatives can occasionally arise, but usually, they result from tampering with the sample and not from a problem with the assay methods. Furthermore, this tampering can often be detected, either because of low creatinine lab values or evidence of excessive water consumption before the test. If there is a chance that the sample has been tampered with to produce a false negative, labs have the means to detect this, and a resample can be requested.

  How Accurate Are Panel Drug Tests published first on http://5paneldrugtests.com

[joseopher]

HOLD UP

NOVACAINE SHERLOCK AU

Sherlock = Tristan

Because he's a grumpy boy

Also because he's perceptive

He can see through things and find evidence

Became more bitter than cannon!Tristan due to his father's abuse

Is slightly different from the real Sherlock

More grumpy, quick to anger, became a detective to spite his crime syndicate family, thinks happiness is like cancer

Constantly has to go against the Caine Crime Family

But unlike Sherlock, he's completely against murder or anything morally grey because he's scared of becoming like his father

He may seem stone hearted but it's quite easy to pull on his heart strings and manipulate him

GETS MANIPULATED BY EVERYONE

Consulting detective

Has a negative/corruption arc

Ends with him becoming the very thing he sought to destroy

John Watson = Libby

One of Tristan's love interests

Like how Tristan dealt with abuse from his father, Libby dealt with abuse from her boyfriend, Ezra

Tristan and Libby bond over this in a bar one night and that's when they first meet

They eventually become detective partners like Sherlock and Watson

Would be a character foil to Tristan

Chooses happiness and healing at the moment when Tristan does not

Moriarty = Callum

1000% the worse love interest

"He is not the love of your life, he's literally just a guy! Hit him with your car!"

Endgame

The world's only consulting criminal, therefore Tristan's rival

Callum was bored one day and started up this organization on a whim for something to amuse him

Doesn't really care about the crime he commits

Toys with the police, killing people in really clever ways and watching the police flounder

Plot

Tristan pov

Callum sets up games, killing a victim, framing someone as a killer and planting evidence to create the story to watch it all play out

But one day a concluding detective (*cough* Tristan *cough*) sees through this ruse and actually manages to pinpoint that it's Callum

Callum cleverly finds a way to not go to jail but is intrigued

He begins setting up more games for Tristan

Tristan nearly gets him caught and his crime organization tore down

Obviously, that's the most interesting thing that's happened in a long time

Callum begins to play a new game, a more challenging one, he's going to try and make Tristan (who is excessively morally upright and paranoid about doing anything wrong) do something morally corrupt

Enter mind games between Callum and Tristan with Callum heavily manipulating Tristan

Due to Callum's manipulation, the abuse Tristan faces and some other hardships, Tristan eventually snaps

At this point, Callum is actually invested, he simply likes talking with Tristan, he cares about Tristan, he wants Tristan on his side

Tristan meanwhile is panicking and trying to keep his failing relationship with Libby alive

But stopping Callum becomes his top priority because in his mind it's Callum's fault everything is going wrong

Tristan also has to fight his growing attraction to Callum (“I love you. That’s why you can’t turn your back on me, even if you want to. You know my flaws but crave them; you lust for them. The worse I am, the more desperate you are to forgive me.”)

Tristan justifies doing more and more morally corrupt actions to catch Callum

Callum is delighted and continues his manipulation (ex. comforting Tristan when he finally breaks down in front of him)

Libby sees Tristan is becoming like his father and stops hanging out with him and helping him with his cases

MORE BREAKDOWNS FOR TRISTAN

More manipulation from other forces (ex. Atlas, Parisa etc. etc.)

Tristan embraces the lie of believing that being useful to someone is better than being alone even if he's being manipulated ("Maybe after a lifetime of being useless, Tristan simply wanted to be used")

He joins Callum's side

But he becomes far more morally corrupt than Callum

Not only that but he becomes violent like his father

And his and Callum's relationship is horribly toxic on both sides

Meanwhile, Libby overcomes her trauma and gets bubble tea :3

This is a tragedy, by the way, not happy for anyone but Libby

ABUSE IS WRONG GUYS AND WILL ONLY LEAD TO SADNESS

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ecw hardcore revolution dreamcast

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ECW: Hardcore Revolution cheats & more for Dreamcast (DC)

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Genre: Sports, Wrestling Developer: Unknown Publisher: Acclaim ESRB Rating: Mature

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Weapons

These items are found in death match and street fight:1. Ring Bell2. Cello Case3. Kendo Stick4. Table5. T.V.6. Ladder7. Smoke Pipe8. Chair/ Closed9. Chair/ Open10. 4 By 411. Stop Sign12. Cookie Pan13. Gravel/ Judge Hammer14. Broom15. Shovel16. Baseball Bat17. Microphone18. Septor19. Funnel20. Cam Corder21. Trash Can22. Toilet Top23. Hubcap24. BreifCase

Wrestle As Joey Styles

Win the Acclaim belt in career mode.

Wrestle As Joel Gertner

Win the Acclaim belt in career mode.

Wrestle As Tommy Rich

Win the ECW World TV belt in career mode.

Wrestle As Cyrus The Virus

Win the ECW World TV belt in career mode.

Wrestle As Taz

Win the ECW World Heavyweight belt in career mode.

Wrestle As Louie Spicolli

Win the ECW World Heavyweight belt in career mode.

All Jobbers

Successfully defend the ECW World Heavyweight belt five times in career mode.

Wrestle As Beulah McGillicutty

Win the ECW World Tag Team belt in career mode.

Wrestle As The Sheik

Win the ECW World Tag Team belt in career mode.

Wrestle As Bill Alfonso

Successfully complete tournament mode with Rob Van Dam.

Wrestle As Judge Jeff Jones

Successfully complete tournament mode with Mike Awesome.

Random Head Mode

Successfully complete tournament mode with Louie Spicolli.

Big Head Mode

Successfully complete tournament mode with Rhino.

Little Head Mode

Successfully complete tournament mode with Roadkill.

Headless Mode

Successfully complete tournament mode with Taz.

Big Hands Mode

Successfully complete tournament mode with Jason.

Big Feet Mode

Successfully complete tournament mode with Balls Mahoney.

Fat Man Mode

Successfully complete tournament mode with Spike Dudley.

Hangman Mode

Successfully complete tournament mode with Sal E. Graziano.

Ego Mode

Successfully complete tournament mode with Chris Chetti.

Custom Wrestler Textures

Successfully complete tournament mode with Tommy Dreamer.

New Chant

Pause the game after a chant starts. The crowd will be doing a different chant after the game is resumed.

Cheats

Replacement Moves In Creation Mode

The following moves can be used as replacements in creation mode:Ready Position

Use the Gutwrench Powerbomb for Steve Williams’s “Dr. Bomb”Use the Sicilian Drop for Christian’s “Impaler”Use the One Arm Slam for The Rock’s “Rock Bottom”Use the Fallen Angel for Marc Mero’s “TKO”Use That’s Incredible for The Undertaker/Kane/Fit Finlay’s Tombstone

Piledriver

Use the Front Face Gutwrench for Faarooq’s “Dominator”Use the Ace Crusher for Steve Austin’s “Stone Cold Stunner”Use the Chicken Choke for Mankind’s “Mandible Claw”Use the 2x Arm Facebuster for Triple H/Chyna’s “Pedigree”Use the Rocker Dropper for Billy Gunn’s “Fameasser”Use the Death Valley Driver for the Godfather’s “Pimp Drop”Use the Sitdown Slam for Taka Michinoku’s “Michinoku Driver”Use the Swinging DDT for Big Vito’s “Paison Plant”Use the Novacaine for Edge’s “Downward Spiral”Use the Ball Breaker for D’Lo Brown’s “Sky High”Use the Superkick for Shawn Michaels’ “Sweet Chin Music”Use the Frontface DDT for Diamond Dallas Page’s “Diamond Cutter”Use the Jazz Stinger for X-Pac’s “X Factor”

Running

Use the Vertical Body Press for Steve Austin’s “Lou Thesz Press”

Whipped Opponent

Use the Time Bomb for Wrath’s “Meltdown” or Test’s “The Grade”Use the Single Arm Slam for the Big Bossman’s “Bossman Slam”

Tie-up

Use the Hanging Powerslam for Billy Gunn/Bill Goldberg’s “Jackhammer”Use the Side Neck Buster for Al Snow’s “Snow Plow”Use the Front Brainbuster for Hardcore Holly’s “Hollycaust”Use the Old School Plex for Curt Hennig’s “Hennig-Plex”Use the Inverted Piledriver for Rikishi Phatu’s “Rikishi Driver”Use the Pinning Powerbomb for Droz’s “New Jersey Naptime” Use the Santoro Slam for Kurrgan’s “Kurrgan Shuffle”

Corner moves

Use the Rocker Dropper for Billy Gunn’s “Ass Kisser”Use the Train for the Godfather’s “Ho Train”Use the Bada Bing for Rikishi Phatu’s “Rikishi Drop”Use the Kick to Groin for Goldust’s “Shattered Dreams”Use the Overhead Press for Vinnie Vegas’s “Snake Eyes”

Behind

Use the SST (Severe Skull Trauma) for Goldust’s “Curtain Call”Use the Reverse DDT for Sting’s “Scorpion Death Drop”Use the Reverse Vertical Suplex for Prince Iaukea’s “Paisley Park”Use the Front Russian Legsweep for Jeff Jarrett’s “The Stroke”Use the Crossface Chickenwing for Norman Smiley’s “Norman Conquest”Use the Full Nelson Slam for The Patriot’s “Uncle Slam”

Opponent down, at side

Use the Pinning Splash for Mark Henry/Viscera’s “Death From Above”Use the Standing Leg Drop for D’Lo Brown’s “D’Lo Drop”Use the Twitching Kneedrop for Road Dogg’s “Crazylegs Kneedrop”Use the Twitching Elbow for The Rock’s “People’s Elbow”

Opponent down, at feet

Use the Deathlock for Bret Hart’s “Sharpshooter” or Sting’s “Scorpion Deathlock”Use the Elevated Crab for Chris Jericho’s “Walls of Jericho”

Opponent down, at head

Use the Camel Clutch for Big Poppa Pump’s “Steiner Recliner”Use the Toehold Half Crab for Konnan’s “Tequila Sunrise”

On turnbuckle, opponent standing

Use the La Sillia for Mosh’s “Mosh Pit”Use the Shoulder Tackle for The Patriot’s “Patriot Missle”

On turnbuckle, opponent down

Use the Somersault Leg Drop/Arabian Guillotine for Thrasher’s “Stage Dive”Use the Swivel Splash for Val Venis’s “Money Shot”Use the Shooting Star Press for Marc Mero’s “Marvelocity”Use the Five Star Frog Splash for Eddy Guerrero’s Frog SplashUse the NJ Jam/Tennessee Jam for Grandmaster Sexay’s “Hip Hop Drop”Use the Frog Splash for D’Lo Brown’s “Lo Down”Use the Turnaround Moonsault for Marc Mero’s “Merosault”Use the Flying Elbow for Randy Savage’s “Macho Man Elbow Drop”

Unlockables

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Easter eggs

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Glitches

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Guides

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ecw anarchy rulz dreamcast

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ecw anarchy rulz dreamcast

ECW: Anarchy Rulz cheats & more for Dreamcast (DC)

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Genre: Sports, Wrestling Developer: Unknown Publisher: Acclaim ESRB Rating: Teen

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Heavyweight Belt Tour

Win the Heavyweight Title on any difficulty setting with any wrestler.

TV Belt Tour

Win the TV Title on any difficulty setting with any wrestler.

Tag Team Belt Tour

Win the Tag Team Title on any difficulty setting with any wrestler.

Toughman Belt Tour

Win the standard two player career mode on any difficulty setting with any wrestler.

Wrestle as Joey Styles

Win the Heavyweight Belt Tournament on the hard difficulty setting with The Sandman.

Wrestle as Joel Gertner

Win the Heavyweight Belt Tournament on the hard difficulty setting with Mikey Whipwreck.

Wrestle as Lou E. Dangerously

Win the Heavyweight Belt Tournament on the hard difficulty setting with “Beautiful” Billy Wiles.

Wrestle as Paul Heyman

Win the Heavyweight Belt Tournament on the hard difficulty setting with Dusty Rhodes.

Wrestle as Cyrus The Virus

Win the Heavyweight Belt Tournament on the hard difficulty setting with Rhino.

Wrestle as Jim Molineax

Win the Heavyweight Belt Tournament on the hard difficulty setting with Rhino.

Wrestle as John Finegan

Win the Heavyweight Belt Tournament on the hard difficulty setting with Angel.

Wrestle as Bill Alfonso

Win the Heavyweight Belt Tournament on the hard difficulty setting with Tony Devito.

Wrestle as Judge Jeff Jones

Win the Heavyweight Belt Tournament on the hard difficulty setting with Jack Victory.

Wrestle as William F.

Win the Heavyweight Belt Tournament on the hard difficulty setting with Balls Mahoney.

Wrestle as Valkyrie

Win the Heavyweight Belt Tournament on the hard difficulty setting with Jazz.

Wrestle as Shaman

Win the Heavyweight Belt Tournament on the hard difficulty setting with Chris Chetti.

Wrestle as Esophicus

Win the Heavyweight Belt Tournament on the hard difficulty setting with Yoshiro Tajiri.

Wrestle as Doug Gentry

Win the Heavyweight Belt Tournament on the hard difficulty setting with Masato Tanaka.

Wrestle as Candy Girl

Win the Heavyweight Belt Tournament on the hard difficulty setting with C.W. Anderson.

Wrestle as Booger

Win the Heavyweight Belt Tournament on the hard difficulty setting with The Prodigy.

Wrestle as Helia Monster

Win the Heavyweight Belt Tournament on the hard difficulty setting with Jason.

Wrestle as Gabe S.

Win the Heavyweight Belt Tournament on the hard difficulty setting with Lance Storm.

Wrestle as Rob Feinstein

Win the Heavyweight Belt Tournament on the hard difficulty setting with Danny Doring.

Wrestle as Martian Boy

Win the Heavyweight Belt Tournament on the hard difficulty setting with Tommy Dreamer.

Wrestle as Mad Goat

Win the Heavyweight Belt Tournament on the hard difficulty setting with Electra.

Wrestle as Jester

Win the Heavyweight Belt Tournament on the hard difficulty setting with Francine.

Wrestle as Jan E. Regan

Win the Heavyweight Belt Tournament on the hard difficulty setting with Little Guido.

Wrestle as Kid

Win the Heavyweight Belt Tournament on the hard difficulty setting with Steve Corino.

Wrestle as The D I

Win the Heavyweight Belt Tournament on the hard difficulty setting with Justin Credible.

Wrestle as Sally M.

Win the Heavyweight Belt Tournament on the hard difficulty setting with Dawn Marie.

Wrestle as Lance Storm

Win the Heavyweight Belt Tournament on the hard difficulty setting with Trainer.

Random Head Mode

Win the Heavyweight Belt Tournament on the hard difficulty setting with Nova.

Big Head Mode

Win the Heavyweight Belt Tournament on the hard difficulty setting with Simon Daimond.

Little Head Mode

Win the Heavyweight Belt Tournament on the hard difficulty setting with Amish Roadkill.

Headless Mode

Win the Heavyweight Belt Tournament on the hard difficulty setting with New Jack.

Big Hands Mode

Win the Heavyweight Belt Tournament on the hard difficulty setting with Super Crazy.

Big Feet Mode

Win the Heavyweight Belt Tournament on the hard difficulty setting with “Little” Spike Dudley.

Fat Man Mode

Win the Heavyweight Belt Tournament on the hard difficulty setting with “Big” Sal E. Graziano.

Hangman Mode

Win the Heavyweight Belt Tournament on the hard difficulty setting with Kid Kash.

Ego Mode

Win the Heavyweight Belt Tournament on the hard difficulty setting with Jerry Lynn.

Big Damage Mode

Win the Toughman Belt Tournament on the hard difficulty setting with the no blocking option on.

New Custom Stuff

Successfully complete one player career mode on the hard difficulty setting with a Custom Wrestler.

New Stable Stuff

Successfully complete stable career mode on the hard difficulty setting with any Stable, Featured, or Custom Wrestler.

Easy Reversals

Hold the belts with all the Featured Jobber Wrestlers.

Replacement Moves In Creation Mode

The following moves can be used as replacements in creation mode:Ready PositionUse the Gutwrench Powerbomb for Steve Williams’s “Dr. Bomb”Use the Sicilian Drop for Christian’s “Impaler”Use the One Arm Slam for The Rock’s “Rock Bottom”Use the Fallen Angel for Marc Mero’s “TKO”Use That’s Incredible for The Undertaker/Kane/Fit Finlay’s Tombstone PiledriverUse the Front Face Gutwrench for Faarooq’s “Dominator”Use the Ace Crusher for Steve Austin’s “Stone Cold Stunner”Use the Chicken Choke for Mankind’s “Mandible Claw”Use the 2x Arm Facebuster for Triple H/Chyna’s “Pedigree”Use the Rocker Dropper for Billy Gunn’s “Fameasser”Use the Death Valley Driver for the Godfather’s “Pimp Drop”Use the Sitdown Slam for Taka Michinoku’s “Michinoku Driver”Use the Swinging DDT for Big Vito’s “Paison Plant”Use the Novacaine for Edge’s “Downward Spiral”Use the Ball Breaker for D’Lo Brown’s “Sky High”Use the Superkick for Shawn Michaels’ “Sweet Chin Music”Use the Frontface DDT for Diamond Dallas Page’s “Diamond Cutter”Use the Jazz Stinger for X-Pac’s “X Factor”RunningUse the Vertical Body Press for Steve Austin’s “Lou Thesz Press”Whipped OpponentUse the Time Bomb for Wrath’s “Meltdown” or Test’s “The Grade”Use the Single Arm Slam for the Big Bossman’s “Bossman Slam”Tie-upUse the Hanging Powerslam for Billy Gunn/Bill Goldberg’s “Jackhammer”Use the Side Neck Buster for Al Snow’s “Snow Plow”Use the Front Brainbuster for Hardcore Holly’s “Hollycaust”Use the Old School Plex for Curt Hennig’s “Hennig-Plex”Use the Inverted Piledriver for Rikishi Phatu’s “Rikishi Driver”Use the Pinning Powerbomb for Droz’s “New Jersey Naptime” Use the Santoro Slam for Kurrgan’s “Kurrgan Shuffle”Corner movesUse the Rocker Dropper for Billy Gunn’s “Ass Kisser”Use the Train for the Godfather’s “Ho Train”Use the Bada Bing for Rikishi Phatu’s “Rikishi Drop”Use the Kick to Groin for Goldust’s “Shattered Dreams”Use the Overhead Press for Vinnie Vegas’s “Snake Eyes”BehindUse the SST (Severe Skull Trauma) for Goldust’s “Curtain Call”Use the Reverse DDT for Sting’s “Scorpion Death Drop”Use the Reverse Vertical Suplex for Prince Iaukea’s “Paisley Park”Use the Front Russian Legsweep for Jeff Jarrett’s “The Stroke”Use the Crossface Chickenwing for Norman Smiley’s “Norman Conquest”Use the Full Nelson Slam for The Patriot’s “Uncle Slam”Opponent down, at sideUse the Pinning Splash for Mark Henry/Viscera’s “Death From Above”Use the Standing Leg Drop for D’Lo Brown’s “D’Lo Drop”Use the Twitching Kneedrop for Road Dogg’s “Crazylegs Kneedrop”Use the Twitching Elbow for The Rock’s “People’s Elbow”Opponent down, at feetUse the Deathlock for Bret Hart’s “Sharpshooter” or Sting’s “Scorpion Deathlock”Use the Elevated Crab for Chris Jericho’s “Walls of Jericho”Opponent down, at headUse the Camel Clutch for Big Poppa Pump’s “Steiner Recliner”Use the Toehold Half Crab for Konnan’s “Tequila Sunrise”On turnbuckle, opponent standingUse the La Sillia for Mosh’s “Mosh Pit”Use the Shoulder Tackle for The Patriot’s “Patriot Missle”On turnbuckle, opponent downUse the Somersault Leg Drop/Arabian Guillotine for Thrasher’s “Stage Dive”Use the Swivel Splash for Val Venis’s “Money Shot”Use the Shooting Star Press for Marc Mero’s “Marvelocity”Use the Five Star Frog Splash for Eddy Guerrero’s Frog SplashUse the NJ Jam/Tennessee Jam for Grandmaster Sexay’s “Hip Hop Drop”Use the Frog Splash for D’Lo Brown’s “Lo Down”Use the Turnaround Moonsault for Marc Mero’s “Merosault”Use the Flying Elbow for Randy Savage’s “Macho Man Elbow Drop”

Cheats

Currently we have no cheats or codes for ECW: Anarchy Rulz yet. If you have any unlockables please feel free to submit. We will include them in the next post update and help the fellow gamers. Remeber to mention game name while submiting new codes.

Unlockables

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Easter eggs

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Glitches

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Guides

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