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vegetasleftsock · 4 years ago

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A Devil’s Smile (Chapter 6)

Read the entire work on AO3 here -> A Devil’s Smile

Catch up on previous chapters:

Authors note: This chapter is particularly meaningful.. lots of great angst and more background about Milla.

Thank you to @minyapaws for helping me with concepts and editing. I feel like my work really transformed after our conversation. Please go read her story, "Ox Queen" if you haven't already. It is FANTASTICALLY written and so well thought out.

If you've read this far, thanks for sticking with the story! Find me on AO3 @vegetasleftsock. Leave your feedback and thoughts in the comments! I love to read them :)

Here’s the link to the song mentioned in the chapter “Amarillo By Morning” - George Strait https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IZBf16B5vhs

Chapter 6 - Promises and Pride

A tall, thin waitress with curly red hair and a bright smile approached the high top table where Milla and Vegeta sat. She was wearing a tight, navy blue, v-neck t-shirt and ripped skinny jeans with a black apron tied around her tiny waist.

The attractive waitress shone her blindingly white smile at the pair and handed them each a menu and a set of silverware.

“Hi, guys! Welcome to Umai Ramen! My name is Amy and I’ll be your server today.” She glanced back and forth between Vegeta and Milla before clapping her hands together. “Can I get you two started with something to drink? We have soda, beer on tap, and sake.”

Milla stared at her intently as she spoke and gave her an earnest smile before starting to order. “We’ll both have whatever craft beer you’re into at the moment,” Milla said, batting her eyelashes and still smiling softly at the redhead with her cheek in her palm.

Vegeta glanced up from his menu and watched the interaction silently. He raised an eyebrow and questioned to himself why Milla seemed to be laying it on thick with this waitress.

“Actually,” Vegeta started, causing the waitress to stop the scribbles she was making on her notepad and look up towards his voice. “You can get me a water.”

The woman awkwardly smiled and nodded her head. “You got it. I’m going to go ahead and put these in for you guys while you take a look at the menu. Be right back!” The waitress said with a polite grin before striding away.

“She’s so pretty,” Milla said nonchalantly while her eyes glazed over the long, creme colored, laminated menu.

Vegeta scoffed and looked mildly disgusted. “She looks like she could be crushed with a gust of wind.”

“If you don’t think she’s hot, you’ve got some fucked up taste.” Milla shrugged while still glancing over the menu.

“Ha!” Vegeta laughed, setting his menu down on the wooden table to cross his arms across his chest in a gesture of confidence. “What does that say about yourself-”

In the middle of speaking, Vegeta had realized what he just admitted to, but it was too late to take the words back.

Milla sat in silence, staring, burning a hole through her menu. Without moving her face, she glanced to the side and then looked up to meet Vegeta’s gaze.

She analyzed his face and saw him trying to play it off, but the color in his face was a dead giveaway. It was the same face he had made the night they had met, when Milla had used her finger to lift his face towards her while she performed.

Milla rolled her lips in, trying to hide her smile and spare his pride but she couldn’t contain herself any longer. She burst out into laughter at the sight of him. His wide-eyed reaction sent her even further into her laughing fit until she buckled over from the cramps in her side.

She was flattered, but the look he gave her after he slipped was what made her lose it. Had Vegeta not acted like a little kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar, Milla might have entertained the conversation in a different way.

“Hoo!” Milla breathed while wiping a tear from her eye. “That was fucking hilarious.” She said, still slightly chuckling.

Before Vegeta could respond, the waitress reappeared and started to set cardboard coasters on the table, followed by their drinks.

“Alrighty, guys. Are we ready to order?” The waitress said, pen and pad ready.

“Yes,” Milla said, regathering herself. “Can I please get a black tonkotsu with the thicker noodles?”

“Sure can. And for you?” The waitress asked, looking to Vegeta.

“Uh- I’ll have the same thing,” Vegeta said, realizing he hadn’t finished looking at the menu.

“Awesome! We’ll get that right out for you.”

“Thank you,” Milla beamed. “By the way, your hair is just so gorgeous.”

Vegeta rolled his eyes and looked away, refusing to watch as Milla flirted with the taller female.

“Well, thank you! That’s so sweet,” the woman said, shining her big, bright smile and happy eyes at Milla. “Let me know if you guys need anything else!” She nodded towards them before walking away.

“So, I’ve never asked,” Milla said, trying to revive the conversation. “What do you do? Bulma told me that you like, fight and protect the Earth and shit, but is that all you do?” She said before taking a sip of her beer.

“Is that all I do,” Vegeta derided her question, almost mocking her. “Saiyans are warriors meant to pursue greater power. It’s not some silly little Earth duty. In fact, I’ve neglected my training by being here.”

Milla pursed her lips and nodded. “Not a silly little Earth duty. Noted.”

“I can’t imagine what kind of dull positions Earthlings hold anyways.” Vegeta stated plainly.

“For your information, not all of them happen to be dull,” Milla said, rolling her head to the side a little bit, her eyes looking up and appearing to question her own words. “My day job just so happens to be kind of bland, but it makes ends meet.”

“My point.” Vegeta said.

“Guess you got me there.” Milla laughed, her arms crossing on the table. Her sleeves were pushed up to her elbows, leaving her tattoos on display.

“What’s the reason for these?” Vegeta asked, his eyes set on her body art.

Milla looked at him, eyebrows raised. “My tattoos? I’m guessing that’s not something people have where you’re from. They’re all stories, things I find beautiful, or am attached to.”

“This one is a date,” she said pointing to a roman numeral on the side of her wrist. “My mom and dad shared a birthday. My mom passed not too long after I was born and my dad, Leo, would honor her memory every year on that day by continuing to celebrate as if she was there. It helped me feel connected to her, even though I never really met her.”

Vegeta sat, quietly listening as Milla continued to explain the story behind each of her bigger pieces.

Milla pointed to another tattoo, the one on her forearm. She laid her arm flat on the table to show him.

“This one is my childhood dog, Pinto. I grew up with him and he’s easily one of nicest dogs I’ve ever known. It was hard to lose him, but I got this tattooed so I could always see his sweet face wherever I go.” She admitted, a small smile crossing her lips as she remembered her black and tan Labrador.

“Have you ever had a pet? You don’t seem much like an animal person.”

The first thing that came to Vegeta’s mind was Nappa. Having to babysit him was the only thing he could relate to in terms of having that kind of responsibility. He just shook his head in response.

The waitress returned to their table with two large ceramic bowls. “Okie dokie, we have two black tonkatsu with udon noodles. Is there anything else I can grab you? Everything looks good?”

“Looks fantastic. Thank you.” Milla said.

Vegeta and Milla continued to learn more about each other over dinner. There were even a few moments where both of them shared small laughs. Milla liked being able to make Vegeta smile, even if it was just for a quick moment and even if it was only because she said something sarcastic about someone he disliked.

After they paid the bill and left a substantial tip, Milla convinced Vegeta to follow her back to her apartment despite his resistance.

He was spending a lot of time away from his training- too much time. He feared he was becoming too comfortable in his situation and that it would put him behind in his progress. The thought itself was unacceptable, but he pushed the feeling into the back of his mind - at least long enough that he could enjoy the events that ensued once they returned.

Vegeta tested her limits, and she tested his patience in a way that only further motivated his lust towards her. They ended only when they were both completely spent, which is a state that landed upon Milla long before Vegeta - but not something she was going to willingly admit or display.

The pair stayed where they were at to sleep for no reason other than pure exhaustion, but it’s not something that either of them were upset about.

Milla enjoyed having his warm presence in her bed and felt herself starting to let her walls down just slightly. Her chest clenched when she thought about it. Lust was one thing, friends with benefits was another thing, but commitment was not something she was ready for or even consciously interested in.

She thought about one of the values that her father always drilled into her.

Milla’s father, Leo, sat in the driver’s seat of the car. His blue eyes remained on the road ahead as he spoke to her. He was average height and build, wearing a black t-shirt, loose fitting jeans and motorcycle boots. His hair and goatee were silver and it had been that way since she was a little girl. He told her once that he started graying at 18 and that he was completely gray by 20. He was heavily tattooed, with almost his entire torso filled with art. Leo left his hands, neck, and face empty so that he could still look professional at work, but now, on his day off, his tattoos laid freely on the parts of his skin that his t-shirt left exposed. A single tattoo adorned the pinky side of his fist, a squashed insect, which represented a story from his childhood.

“You have your whole life to settle down, have kids, and do domestic shit,” Leo said. “Travel. See the world. Pursue your biggest dreams. And if you’re still dissatisfied after that, THEN find a partner. It’s not worth it before that point.”

Milla pouted her lip out. As a young girl, she always wanted to date like her friends did. At this time, she was 12 and in middle school and Leo still forbade it.

“I don’t understand why I can’t find someone I love and travel the world WITH them,” Milla said, looking at her father who frowned at her response. “Wouldn’t that make it more fun?”

“It’s hard to understand this now, but when you meet someone you love, your world stops. It starts to focus around them and you don’t feel the need to put your effort into other things. That is until that initial bond fades and you’re left with regrets.” Leo said, gaze unmoving from what was in front of him. “You fall in love, you get married, you settle down and before you know it you have bills and kids who need and deserve all of your time and attention. It’s not fair to them to be selfish.”

Milla looked down at her hands as she twiddled her thumbs. She didn’t want to believe her dad. She wanted to love and to be loved by someone so bad.

“Milla,” Leo said, glancing over at her. “If nothing else, promise me you’ll see the world. I know I’m asking a lot of you, but there’s so much out there past this little town. All the foods you and I try, you’ll love them more in person. I want you to feel whole whenever you do find your partner and I know this is the best way to do it. Promise me, Milla.”

Milla looked up towards her father, her only family in the whole world, and saw him as a parent, pleading with his only child to not make the same mistakes he made. As it often did, her heart hurt for him.

“Okay, dad. I promise.” Milla said, running her father’s words through her head, almost as if she was recording them for safe keeping.

“What if i’m afraid?”

“It’s okay to be afraid, but remember. You have to let your confidence win over that fear. Never let it overpower you, never let it win.” Leo said.

Milla clenched her fists, battling a list of fears in her head: the fear of being alone, the fear of not fulfilling her father’s promises, the fear of failure, the fear of being hurt.

She looked down at her hands again, nails digging into her palms. “I won’t dad. I won’t ever let it win.”

Milla heaved a deep sigh after replaying the memory in her mind and thumbed over the date on the side of her wrist. Her mom’s date. Her dad’s date.

Her heart felt like it caved into her stomach. It had been five years since she heard her father’s voice. The father that made her who she is. The reason why she performs, the reason why she lives outside of the norm. He was also the father who broke her heart and her spirit. She kept this brokenness shoved deep inside where no one could ever see. No one was ever going to see her hurt, her fear- especially not her father. Not after what happened between them.

She looked over to Vegeta laying next to her. He was either asleep or pretending to be. His face usually looks so angry, but now she thought he looked strangely relaxed.

Milla stared at the ceiling and wondered what exactly she had gotten herself into. Regardless of what she felt for Vegeta, and regardless of how her father hurt her, she was never going to give up that promise that she made him.

Early morning came and Milla carefully lifted herself out of bed, doing her best not to awake Vegeta from his sleep.

She brushed her teeth and washed her face before going out to the kitchen. She decided she probably couldn’t keep as quiet as was necessary while cooking, so she crept back into her bedroom, grabbed her headphones and closed the door slowly until there was a soft, ‘click’.

Milla started to pull pans and ingredients out from her cupboard and put an earbud in each ear. She switched to her dirty pleasure playlist- country music. It reminded her of home and though she would rather die than admit she had an affinity for the genre, it was her favorite music to cook and do chores to.

Milla started by mixing the dry ingredients: flour, sugar, baking powder, salt.

Then the wet ingredients: eggs, milk, and melted butter.

As she combined the wet and dry ingredients into a batter, she sang along to the music softly.

“Amarillo by morning, up from San Antone. Everything that I’ve got- is just what I’ve got on…”

She turned on the stove and pulled a cup of chocolate chips out of a container.

“When that sun is high in that Texas sky, I’ll be buckin’ at the country fair…”

The lyrics reminded Milla of small town dances, sunsets rising over fields of endless corn, the smell of morning dew and rich soil.

Milla was always the odd one out. She remembered an incident her freshman year of high school. Her basketball team told everyone to wear boots, but the only boots Milla owned were knee-high Doc Martens. She had assumed it would be okay since it was all she had. When she showed up, everyone was wearing western boots except for her. The seniors on the team zeroed in on her and made sure she knew that she was the black sheep of the team. This was just the start of a long line of incidents that occurred through her time in her tiny Texas town.

It took years of separation and a strong sense of nostalgia to bring her back to listening to country music. Now, she was confident that she could push those who alienated her to the back of her mind and focus on the good memories that the music was a soundtrack to.

“Amarillo by mornin’, Amarillo, I’ll be there.”

Milla grabbed a pat of butter from the fridge and tossed it in the pan. The heated pan sizzled on contact with the butter, and she rotated the pan to coat it.

“They took my saddle in Houston, broke my legs in Santa Fe. Lost my wife and a girlfriend, somewhere along the way.”

She remembered cooking these same pancakes with her father on Sunday mornings.

It was her grandmother’s recipe- the same one who gifted her the emerald earrings she wore every workday.

Leo was an amazing cook. Before Milla’s mom passed, he had aspired to become a chef and go to culinary school. Although taking care of Milla became a full-time job as a single father, it never stopped him from experimenting with new dishes and teaching Milla as much about the culinary arts as he could.

“Look Milla,” Leo said. “It’s all in the wrist.” He grinned widely before flipping a pancake up into the air and back into the pan.

“Wow!” Milla cheered, clapping for her father. “I wish I could do that.”

“Practice makes perfect.” Her father said, tearing a piece of the pancake off and feeding it to Pinto, who was wagging his tail happily at the offering.

Milla turned the volume up on her headphones, hoping to drown out the thoughts that made her miss everything she used to have.

She grabbed a spoonful of batter and poured it carefully into the pan before methodically placing chocolate chips into the raw, gooey pancake.

“But I’ll be looking for eight when they pull that gate- and I hope that judge ain’t blind.”

Vegeta woke up in an unfamiliar place. He realized he was still in Milla’s bedroom. He had stayed the night. Fallen asleep. Trespassed his boundaries for himself and everyone else. The discomfort with his current situation swelled inside of his chest. He needed to leave - now.

Vegeta hastily put his clothes back on, looking around and trying to figure out where Milla had gone. He was hoping that she had already left for work. The last thing he needed was Milla looking at him with those dark brown eyes and questioning why he was rushing. It would only be a greater waste of his already poorly spent time. He heard her singing from outside the door and came to terms with the fact that she was fully awake and home. This was not going to be easy, but Vegeta was not going to play a coward’s game. He had his pride.

He walked out the door and stood a couple of feet behind her and leaned against the wall, arms crossed. He listened to her sing for a moment, allowing the peace to remain for a few seconds more. As she sang each word, her accent was more and more apparent. He thought that it must be a quality that she chose to suppress.

“Amarillo by mornin’, Amarillo’s on my mind.”

Milla placed the golden brown pancake on top of the stack that was growing on a plate next to her and turned to grab another pat of butter from the fridge.

When she saw Vegeta out the corner of her eye she jumped, startled. Her face turned bright red while she wondered how long he had been standing there.

“You just love to sneak up on me, don’t you? Take a seat,” she gestured at the kitchen table with her spatula. “There’s enough ready that you can at least have a first serving.”

“That won’t be necessary,” Vegeta stated plainly.

“Oh yea?” Milla said, plucking an earbud out of her ear. Her heart sunk a little at the thought of being left alone with her feelings. She didn’t want to address how she felt about Vegeta, but his presence was still comforting. “Got somewhere you have to be?”

She held her confidence in her throat, knowing at any moment if she took a deep breath, it would come tumbling out and break her facade.

“Yes,” he said, looking towards the window where the sun was peeking out into the dark night sky, creating the tip of a sunrise. “This is the last time we can do this.”

He turned his face towards her and their eyes met. He watched as her face contorted with confusion and what he recognized as a hint of anger.

“Do what, exactly?” Milla asked, her tone sharpening. Her eyebrows furrowed and she blinked like it would somehow correct the words she was hearing.

“Be around each other in this situation. I know you’ve grown close to some of those inside of the small web of people I know, so I don’t expect to not see you. But never again in private.”

If looks could kill, Vegeta would be long gone.

Milla sat the spatula down and turned the stove off.

“What the actual fuck, Vegeta?” She growled under her breath while clenching her hands into her fists like she would every time she was scared as a little girl. Her fingernails dug further into her palms as she seethed.

“This has been a waste of my time.” Vegeta said, his stare matching her intensity.

Milla’s forehead bunched up and she threw her head back and laughed.

In the back of Vegeta’s mind, the laugh reminded him of unsettling memories from his past. Her laugh was fueled by pure rage - he was sure of it.

“A waste of your time, huh?” She said with one hand on the kitchen chair, tapping her foot in rhythm with her racing heartbeat.

She walked up to him and shoved him back by the shoulder. He barely moved, but the action made him stumble slightly out of surprise.

He glared at her, hoping she’d let it go, but it seemed to only fuel Milla further.

“Since we’re sharing our feelings, do you want to know what’s a waste of MY time?” Milla snapped. “YOU. Thinking you can literally barge your way into my fucking life like some rouge bulldozer. Honestly Vegeta, what kind of fucked up are you that you literally had me thinking for EVEN A SPLIT SECOND that I might have cared about you? You took care of me, took interest in me, LITERALLY admitted your attraction to me and led me on to think you cared and now you’re just going to act like I don’t exist? Because why, Vegeta?”

She pushed her chest against his brick wall of a body shoving him back slightly, looking up at him as he looked straight past her.

“HUH? Look at me.” She demanded in a low tone.

He flipped his glare down to look her in the eye. The more time he spent here, the more damage would be created and he was well aware of that.

“Because why, Vegeta?” she repeated, getting close to his face. “Because it’s too much for you? Is the brave Prince Vegeta too afraid to face his own fucking feelings?” Each word she spoke was like venom. “Just as I thought initially. Fucking. Pathetic.”

She held eye contact with him for another full moment before shoving herself away from him. She turned around and started walking towards her bedroom.

“Get the fuck out, Vegeta.” She said.

Vegeta stood where she left him, his blood boiling at the brim of each insult that cut into his pride.

He didn’t have his father, he didn’t have his people, but he had his pride.

“And you think that you can get off acting like some little spoiled brat?” He laughed, smirking at her as though her words left him unaffected.

“Vegeta. Shut the fuck up and get the fuck out!” Milla yelled.

“How could you be so dense as to think that I would be interested in commitment with a dirty little Earth brat like you? I wouldn’t dare destroy my royal bloodline by choosing someone like you as my mate.” Vegeta said, lying through his teeth.

“Dude, you are seriously fucked up! Get the FUCK out of my house, Vegeta!” Milla shouted, pointing at the door.

He took a couple of steps towards Milla and locked eyes with her, their staring contest commencing once again.

“I expected more from you, Milla.” Vegeta said, cupping her chin. Her eyes went wide when she heard those words, and a shock went bellowing through her entire body. He was saying things out of pure spite at this point, choosing anything he could say that would hurt her. He scoffed and left without another word.

Milla stood motionless, eyes still wide as saucers. Her facade crumbled and her knees gave out beneath her as tears streamed down her face. She didn’t feel like she was crying, but the warmth of the little droplets running down her cheeks told her that she was.

Her body was frozen, those words echoing in her head.

“I expected more from you, Milla.” Vegeta said.

“I expected more from you, Milla.” Leo said.

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multifandom-girlie · 4 years ago

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𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐂𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐦𝐚𝐬

Imagine: You have just recently started dating and this year is your first Christmas together.

Pairings: Human!Marcel x Human!Reader

Warnings: none.

There's alot of things that I never thought I'd come across or do, one of them being dating Marcel Gerard another being dating someone who's never celebrated Christmas in his life. He's never had anyone to celebrate it with. So I am determined to give him the best Christmas he's ever had. Starting with all of my traditions. Decorating, Baking, Cooking Christmas dinner, shopping, wrapping presents and all that good stuff.

First on the Agenda was Shopping for food, presents and decorations. I gotta tell you it didn't go great.

We were walking around the store looking for tinsel and when we found it, I kid you not Marcel skipped over and hugged every colour and now here we are deciding what ONE colour to get.

“Okay Marcel, I love Christmas as much as the next girl but we cannot get 17 different coloured tinsel just because you can't decide. Pick ONE colour, they can't all go on the the tree.”

“But baby, I love all those colours.”

“But baby, our tree OR apartment is not big enough for 3 of every colour.”

“Ughhh fine.”

The next store we went to after FINALLY deciding what tinself to get was to get the food.

“Marcel I'm going to give you the options this time. Turkey, Pork or Lamb ?”

“If we get them all we don't to get any vegetables so all of them !”

“Marcel, I am not buying three different meats that half will be wasted off, just because you don't want to eat your vegtables, grow up. Your will eat them !”

“Fine mom.”

“What ?”

“I said Turkey.”

“Thankyou.”

The third store we went too because he wanted to get a gift for Klaus to say thank you for raising him but he had no clue what to get him and was contemplating whether to get him anything at all.

“I don't know what he likes Y/N, I can’t do this !”

“Yes you can Marcel!”

“How ? Help me !”

“Right okay, he likes painting right. Why don't you get him some art supplies ? “

“He has enough.”

“Okay, do you have any really nice, aged bourbon at home that'll he’ll like because he loves bourbon.”

“No it's not enough.”

“It doesn't matter, it's that thought that counts. Then write him a nice letter or card to go with it.”

“Will you help me ?”

“Of course I will.”

Next was baking some Christmassy treats. When I tell you it was the easiest and hardest thing I've done in my life, I genuinely mean it.

“Marcel, we are going to make some gingerbread men, Okay.”

“Okie Dokie.”

I giggled and told him what to do. He started picking up a bowl of flour.

“Right Marcel, hold your horses you need to preheat the oven first. To 170 degrees and then put parchment on the tray.”

“Okay now what ?”

“Pick up the sieve.”

“The huh ?”

“The sieve.”

“Uh.”

“Oh god. The grey thing with the metal net in.”

“Oh okay. Then ?”

“Pour the flour in it.”

He started to but it all started falling on the floor.

“NO ! Marcel, over the bowl !”

“You couldn't of specified ?!”

“It has holes in it, baby. It's not Rocket science.”

“Whatever, now what do I put in ?”

“The salt, bicarbonate soda, Ginger and cinnamon and make sure it's in the bowl this time.”

“Haha, very funny.”

“Right now, I've heated up the butter, sugar and syrup for you already and it's cooled down, so pour it in the bowl and mix it in. Which will make the dough.”

“Okie Dokie.”

“Uh baby, what are you doing ?”

“Mixing like you said ?”

“With a teaspoon ?”

“What’s wrong with that ?”

“Nothing, you might find it easier to use a wooden spoon though because of it's size and large surface area.”

“Oh okay, thanks.”

30 minutes later

We had just taken the dough out of the fridge were it was chilling.

“Now, sprinkle a handful of flour into the counter. Not your handful's though, mine.”

“Why yours ?”

“Your hands's are to big. Which means you'll most likely grab too much.”

“Okay.”

“Right roll out the dough but dont't make it too flat. Leave like a 1/4 inch of thickness.”

“Now ?”

“Start cutting the gingerbread men out.”

He opened a draw, which confused me immensley. I had already got everything he needed out, I turned around and saw him trying to use scissors to cut out the men.

“Marcel ?”

“Y/N, I'm concentrating.”

“Marcel, not with the scissors.”

“What ?”

“With the cookie cutter...”

“Ohhhh... right. I was wondering what that was for.”

“Oh god.”

Thirdly was cooking the christmas dinner, Luckily enough though he didn't want to help with that so I didn't have to stress about him doing something impossibly stupid like peeling the turkey. Believe me, he asked if I did that.

So let's move on the the next task wrapping the presents.

He was currently wrapping the present he had for Klaus, which was his first present to wrap. He wanted me to show him how to do the first so that when It came to wrapping mine, they would be perfect.

“Okay, I've got you a nice box for the bourbon. Don't worry it’a got a mould that will hold it in place and tissue paper. It's going to be secure.”

“Okay, I need to wrap it nicely. Klaus has high standards.”

“They aren't that high, I doubt he cares how pretty it is. But if you insist, I will help. Right I've got some ribbon to tie around the box if you wanna do that ?”

“Okay, here you go.”

“Thankyou.”

2 minutes later

“Done.”

“Good, no-Marcel what the hell is that.”

“A bow.”

“That’s a knot, you idiot. Do you know how to tie bows ?”

“There’s a reason, I never have to do my laces and I always were ties when dressing up.”

“Oh god, okay. I will help you with that another time. For now. I will tie it.”

I put the box underneath the ribbon and made the two ends meet underneath before bringing then up and crossing them over before making them wrap around the top two ends and then tying a bow in the middle.

“Thankyou, now the book for Elijah.”

“Okay lay the wrapping paper down.”

He did as I asked but he didn't as the same time. He laid the roll on the ground and that was that.

“Oh baby, cut some paper off first.”

“Oh okay, now what ?”

“Now, put the book on the edge.”

“Now ?”

I looked over from the gift I was wrapping to find the book standing up on the paper. I pinched the bridge of my nose, surely he wasn't that stupid.

“Marcel, lay the book flat.”

“But you said on the edge...?”

“Just put it flat !”

“Okay, geez.”

“LAY the book on the edge of the PAPER.”

“Okay.”

“Right, now flip the book on to the other side with the paper and then do it once again. Then get the pencil and Mark where the edge of the book is on the paper.”

“Okay.”

“Now cut down that line. Then do it again but long ways this time.”

“Okay.”

“Mark it and then cut.”

“Right then, put the book in the middle and wrap it.”

He looked at me with confusion.

“You don't know how to wrap either do you ?”

He shook his head.

“Okay. Give it here.”

I placed the book in the middle of the paper and folded the bottom piece half way up the book and taped it in place, then I tucked the paper in at the side which made two triangles, I folded the top two on each side into the middle and then held them in place whilst I did the same with the bottom two and then taped that in place before standing it up and pushing the front piece flat down. The two end pieces then made triangles and I flattened them on top and then finished with the back piece in a triangle and then taping it down. I then grabbed the letter Marcel wrote for Elijah and slipped it in themakeshift pockets in the paper.

“That’s too difficult.”

“Oh God Marcel, I did it slowly.”

“So..”

“Fine, I'll show you one more time.”

The last one was making the hot chocolate before bed on Christmas eve.

This one was pretty straight forward.

Not too hard.

Not too bad.

One mistake though and...

It.

Was.

Horrible.

I was sat at the island watching Marcel make the hot chocolate and he did everything right except when I was in the toilet, he made the biggest mistake you could make when making hot choclate.

“Why in the hell, did you use hot water ?”

“That’a how you make hot choclate.”

“No! It is not ! You made a good effort. Next time use milk.”

“I've always had hot water never has it been hot milk.”

“How many times have you had hot choclate ?”

“Once.”

“Exactly.”

“Let’a just go to bed, atleast that way I'm in my zone and can do at least one thing right.”

“Mmmm okay.”

He kissed me passionately and the night ended with something he wasn't just good at, he was god like at.

MASTERLIST

#marcel gerard #marcel x reader #to imagine #to #the originals #the originals imagines #imagines #christmas

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tiecladartist · 4 years ago

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Giovanni Potage Cosplay Tutorial - Part 6: Gloves/Boots

Oki doki! I’ve had quite a few people ask about how I made my Giovanni Potage cosplay, so I’m gonna share my super villainous methods with you guys so you can be a cool and sexy Banzai Captain too ;)

(Tutorial under the break because it ended up being super long)

You’ll need to either go to a party store, costume store, or look online for some yellow gloves. After that, you’ll need some white fabric (old blankets or scarves from the dollar store work as great cheaper options), and red fabric for the back part. If you use a blanket for material, please ask your parent’s permission first! We may all be villains, but cutting up someone’s stuff without permission isn’t evil, it’s just mean and inconsiderate!

Now, I did this part with three steps. Step one, cut the white fabric to match the shape of the back of your hand. Leave some extra fabric to hem the side! Use a sewing machine to sew the hem, and then grab your red fabric. Cut the fabric in a similar shape, but slightly smaller. Once again, I suggest hemming this part. I also used acrylic paint to paint my red fabric to match my gauntlets, which made the fabric stiffer, but still flexible enough to move my hand. Pin the red piece to the middle of the white piece, and sew the two together.

Next, you’ll need to hand sew this piece to the back of the glove. Make sure to keep track of the fabric so you don’t accidentally sew the glove together!

For the spikes, I used a bit of worbla scraps a friend gave me, hence their stiffness. But the more affordable option is to make them out of EVA foam. Make eight little spikes (scaled as you see fit) by cutting the foam with scissors. The spikes should have flat bottoms. Now you’re gonna sew them on like buttons! Use the pin to poke a hole through the spike (as if you were threading a bead). You’ll want to make sure you sew them to the fabric tightly, or the spike will flop around and look dumb (and not the cool dumb like a certain minion’s epithet). Paint the spike yellow and you’re good to go! Ideally, when you put the glove on, your hand will act as a support and make the spikes stand up!

Now you just need to tuck the gloves into your gauntlets, and you have the full gauntlet without losing the ability to use your wrists!

Boots

I’m a little picky when it comes to being the proper height for the characters I cosplay, which sucks because I am a smol 5’3 bean. So I ended up buying some platform boots (after a lot of internal debate over budgets and such). Here’s a link to the boots I bought for the costume, but if you aren’t picky over height you could probably find a more affordable pair of white boots elsewhere.

https://www.amazon.ca/dp/B07XJQ86NK/ref=pe_3034960_236394800_TE_3p_dp_1

And that’s how I made the outfit! Really wish I had more pics from when I was actually putting it together, but I didn’t expect to be asked how I did it, so I didn’t take any at the time ^_^’ If you have questions feel free to send a message and I’ll reply when I can!

Also! Let me know if you guys want to know how I do the makeup (send a message or ask or something). Most of y’all probably know more about makeup than I do, but if people are curious I’m willing to share what I do :)

The rest of the tutorials can be found here:

Part 1: Shirt/Pants

Part 2: Cape

Part 3: Banzai Pin/Wig/Belt

Part 4: Gauntlets

Part 5: Shoulder Pieces

#Epithet Erased #Epithet Erased Cosplay #Giovanni Potage #Giovanni Epithet Erased #Epithet Erased Giovanni #EE Giovanni #Giovanni Potage Cosplay #Cosplay Tutorial #Giovanni Potage Cosplay Tutorial

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thugnan · 5 years ago

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Secret of the Scarlet Hand (PC 2002)

Story: 4/10

Characters: 3/10

Puzzles: 3/10

Chores: 4/10

Final Rating: 5/10

I’ve only played this one once and I honestly can’t remember parts of it or the plot. I love that this was the first appearance of Soony Joon, but other than that all the characters fell flat for me. This one took the educational aspects of Treasure in a Royal Tower and multiplied them by 100, in a bad way. This game played more like a Broderbund game, the puzzles were obnoxious and the play through was erratic (not as linear as its predecessors). Some of the chores involved bouncing back and forth a bunch (like the quizzes). I don’t remember there being any glitches though.

Plot (spoilers obviously)

Thug Nan gets an internship at Beech Hill, a museum hosting a super big exhibit on the Maya. From the get go you get the impression that maybe this museum can’t afford to do this? Thug Nan is like “wait a minute this internship is paid right?”

They hand you a list of chores and tell you to get on it. They’re preparing for the exhibition of a giant rock monolith. While doing these chores you meet:

Joanna: Your boss as the museum’s curator. She appears a little young to be running the place and slightly desperate to get income into the museum. Low key she cute tho.

Henrik Vander Hoop: He’s fancy and has an accent. He’s a researcher and knows things about glyphs. Not v social for the most part.

Ale-ale-jandro: I don’t think I was supposed to like this guy tbh, judging from the responses Nancy had for some of his SJW rants, but yo he’s not wrong. I might be biased as we are basically the same person tho. He works with the consulate and appears to have a close relationship with the museum. He hates Johana and Taylor because they’re pirates.

Taylor Sinclair: I thought he was a lawyer for some reason? He’s an art dealer, and tbh I’m suspicious of him immediately. I think it’s the mustache. Idk what it is about it but I don’t like it. He calls you into his office because he’s concerned that someone is gonna steal from Beech Hill, which heightens my suspicion of him but whatever.

As we continue to do errands, we get more of a feel for the museum’s financial situation. When you try to order supplies, the distributor tells you that he sent you to collections and to gtfo.

The next morning, you’re in your office when the alarm goes off, someone has stolen a jade relic of King Pacal’s. The cops come and go, you ask Joanna about it and she gives you the a-ok to snoop up in there. She appears to care more about collecting that insurance monies. Suspicious but ok.

Henrik is apparently also nowhere to be seen? Suspicious but ok.

Alejandro and Taylor subtly mention that they were both in the building at the time of the robbery. Idk why either of them would incriminate themselves like that? Suspicious but ok.

You get a call from Franklin Rose, your dad’s friend that hooked you up with the internship. He’s like legally speaking I need u to investigate this. So Thug Nan is like “aw yee, I’ma do it because you told me to, and not because suspicious Taylor told me to.”

The robbers left a calling card, because you know, all the smart robbers do that right? Also idk how the cops dropped the ball on this one because the culprit’s calling card is A HAND PRINT. I’da been running the show I would just hand printed everyone in the building, and called it a day.

So you gotta do some more tedious chores, which you only are able to pull of because the wack who had your internship before you left a bunch of drawings as hints. Soony Joon, I’ma tell u now that I think you’re a mad lad, but also thank you for ur service.

You get in contact with some other folks that were also struck by the thieves who hit Beech Hill. They send you some more clues.

THEN HENRIK IS YEETED DOWN THE STAIRS (seriously, what is the deal with this series and stair yeeting?) I’m going to say now that the stairs that Henrik fell down were a lot taller than those of El Paso High School, I’m just saying, idk how Henrik didn’t die but ok.

Homeboy has amnesia. Johana was booted out of the building for mismanaging the museum and being overall suspicious. You and I know what this means right? Time to trespass go thru everyone’s shit.

Johana was not happy about being booted out, and begs you to prove that she didn’t steal the pacal relic so the cops will let her go and the board will let her back into the building. I don’t really want to do that but I guess.

I made zero effort to talk Franklin into letting her back in whoops 8D. But she can’t say I didn’t call him.

Meanwhile Henrik’s nurse/therapist hits you up like “yo he kept saying ur name in his sleep so we think it’s a good idea for you to visit. You can help him get his memory back” Yeah? Well remember that I said that he wasn’t v social? I legit know NOTHING about him, especially since his desk is all locked up. Idk why he was saying my name in his delirium but I hope that he knows that I am completely loyal to Frank Hardy Ned, and if I were to cheat on him it woulda been with my sweet Maddie in Stay Tuned for Danger. I guess I don’t blame Henrik tho, erryone wants a piece of this Thug Nan. What can I say? I live dangerously. (Altho for once I haven’t been attempted murdered)

While trying to jog Henrik’s memory you find out:

Henrik probably maybe stole the Pacal, but it sounds like he had Taylor logic. He stole it so the real thieves wouldn’t steal it?

He’s in cahoots with smugglers

Alejandro called the cops on Johana, and needs Thug Nan to “borrow” some papers from her. I don’t like the way he went about it but I respect the balls on this man.

You gotta find like 5 other relics to open the dumb monolith… great. I still don't know why would want to?

Pacal (the real dood not the relic) built the monolith to suffocate a scribe/reporter that was too nosy for her own good. My dood was harsh.

Thug Nan finds the Pacal because well… she had to. And slowly but surely it begins to come together. Tbh the plot to this game was so convoluted, that I wouldn’t have figured out what I had to do without calling Frank and Joe every other second.

Somehow I gather all the relics I needed to open the damn box, and you know I’m starting to think. If this Pacal guy didn’t want this scribe lady to ever be found why the eff would he make a key to the tomb in the first place? Whatever. I open the box and T A Y L O R S I N C L A I R LOCKS ME IN THERE WITH A THOUSAND YEAR OLD ROTTING CORPSE. THIS MAN IS ABOUT TO FEEL THE WRATH OF THUG NAN.

Anyway, getting out of there was not that hard, my girl the scribe shoulda made more of an effort, but hey she didn’t have a handy dandy glowstick like moi. When I got out Johana, Alejandro, and a recovered Henry were on the other side waiting? Instead of helping me? They were v creepily like “YOU DID IT NANCY WE KNEW YOU WOULD.” Except they used Dr. Seuss rhymes to tell me this which only made it creepier. Also they knew it was Sinclair without me telling them? Which is like cool but WhY DiDnT U StOp hIm. They play it off as “well he stole the fake stuff” THEY LITERALLY HAD NO WAY OF KNOWING THAT.

Um, the end?

They left a couple of plot holes unresolved I think? Like Henrik having connections with smugglers. Why did he steal the pacal in the first place? What did he know about Taylor? Who pushed him off the pyramid? Or did he really fall? Alejandro seemed to be peachy with Beech Hill after he found out that the Pacal’s papers were legit? And Johana never asked me about the missing papers, she was also let off with a warning? Okie dokes.

#nancy drew games #her interactive #secret of the scarlet hand #old school games #shitty game reviews #nancy drew

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anxiously-unsatisfied-world · 6 years ago

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The Heart’s Home - Chapter 7

A/N: So I got to have a lot of fun planning out cute outfits and stuff for Pat, but @fairytailtwists helped as well by compiling some examples. So thank you! <3

Warnings: None - let me know if you need something tagged!

Word Count: 1401 (are these good length chapters? should i make them longer (though that would make them take longer ^^;))

Main Four Sides / Other Characters

“Anything catch your eye?” Roman asks as they step foot into the store, a few items catching his own attention but he wants to let Patton have the first pick here. After all, he’s the one who is going to be wearing them.

Patton scans the area in front of them, his eyes wide at how many options there are. “Um…” Patton shrugs, finding it hard to choose just one section he wants to look at when there are so many interesting colors and patterns and styles in all directions.

“Do you want one of us to choose something first?” Logan asks, his voice soft and sympathetic, and sets a hand on Patton’s shoulder.

Patton smiles at him gratefully and nods, both of them looking to Roman, who straightens up and reaches for Patton’s hand. Patton grabs his hand and follows behind Roman as he leads them over to a rack of graphic tees.

Patton giggles at the cute animal designs on some of them and he lets go of Roman’s hand to look closer at the shirts. All of these are so cute! It’d be difficult to choose just a few…

“See anything you like, dear Prince?” Roman asks, kneeling down to both be at Patton’s height and to look at something a bit lower down.

“They’re all so cute!” Patton says with a grin, “How am I going to choose?” He continues to scan the different designs, trying to figure out which ones he likes most (though he likes all of them!).

Roman nods seriously, “Yes, this is a difficult decision. However, I want you to pick whichever ones of these make you smile the most or the happiest. Can you do that?” Roman asks like he’s imparting an important task to Patton.

Patton takes to this easily, nodding with a determined look. “Of course, I can, Ro!” Patton looks closely at the shirts and points at one. “How about that one?”

“Splendid choice! Now, you need to try this on so we know your size for certain, alright?” Roman takes one of the shirts in what he thinks is Patton’s size and hands it over.

Patton nods and clutches the shirt to his chest. “Okie dokie, Ro-ro!” Patton says with a grin.

Roman smiles softly at him and ruffles his hair lightly, laughing when it causes the boy to squeal softly. “Good.”

“I can take him to the dressing rooms if you’d like to keep looking.” Logan offers and Roman nods, already determined to find some of the cutest, yet stylish outfits for their sun.

Logan reaches out a hand, which Patton takes eagerly, leading him over to the dressing room and letting him inside. Once they’ve made sure that the shirt fits him, they head back to the graphic tees and pick out a few more. One spells out the word love in black lettering but the ‘o’ is a paw print. Another has an upside down cat on it while another has a few puppies playing on it.

“Alright, I’ll hold onto these. Now, why don’t we find Roman again? Heaven only knows that he’s probably planning too many outfits.” Logan says with a fond, yet exasperated expression that causes Patton to giggle softly.

“Ro-ro? Where are you?” Patton calls out, looking around but the standing racks of clothes tower over him and block his sight.

“By the jackets!” Roman returns and Logan looks over, spotting his husband trying to choose between two jackets. Logan leads Patton over to Roman, standing off to the side and watching as Patton helps Roman choose the jacket he likes most.

Both jackets end up making the final cut as Patton liked them both for different reasons. One was really soft and pastel colored while the other was denim and better-suited to keep him warm.

Next, they head to the hoodies since they’re right next to the regular jackets and Patton giggles at the first one he looks at it. It has the image of a cartoon seal on it with the words ‘Majestic Dog Mermaid’ surrounding the picture. Something about that description fits it perfectly and Patton turns to look at Roman.

“Would you like that one?” Roman asks and Patton nods, his eyes brightening as Roman looks through the stack for one in his size.

“Yay! Thank you!” Patton cheers and Roman smiles, setting the hoodie on the pile of clothes he has draped over one arm.

“I’d say you can choose another hoodie so you can choose between them?” Roman suggests, glancing at Logan, who nods in approval.

Patton nods and bounces excitedly on his feet as he turns to look at the rest of the hoodies. There are a few plain ones that he gives more than a cursory glance to but when he finds a pale gray hoodie that has cat ears on the hood as well as holes in the sleeves to make sweater paws out of, he knows he’s found the one.

Roman smiles, not even having to ask if Patton wants that one, as Patton is practically glowing when he looks at it, so he pulls one out of the pile and adds it to the rest. Patton grins and thanks Roman once again, looking much like the cat who got the cream.

The rest of their time in this particular store is spent just stocking up on some plain t-shirts in a variety of colors and sleeve lengths.

Once they make it out into the main area of the mall, Roman turns to them both with a gleam in his eye, already knowing what store he wants to head to next. He doesn’t even have to speak for Logan, far too familiar with that particular store, to know which store that is.

“Yes, we can go to the Disney store,” Logan says and chuckles softly when both Roman and Patton cheer in a very similar manner.

Logan gestures for them to go ahead, chuckling softly when Roman takes Patton’s hand and they speed walk to the store while Logan follows behind at a more sedate pace, keeping them in sight the whole time.

The second Patton steps foot into the store, his eyes widen and he can’t help but grin at the sight of shirts and plushies and toys all centered around his favorite movies. He lets go of Roman’s hand and races over to a wall that is covered in character plushies and starts looking through them, geeking out over the plushies.

Roman quickly follows after, knowing how amazing this part of the store can be. Especially since there is a plush toy for pretty much any character you could think of! “So, any character striking your fancy?” Roman asks after Patton’s gotten a look at most of them.

“Yeah! I can’t believe they have a Wall-E plush! They’re my favorite character ever!” Patton says, turning and grinning at Roman, bouncing lightly on his heels.

“Go ahead and grab one,” Roman says and Patton gasps, quickly hugging Roman and dashing over to where he had seen the plush. Roman just smiles, thinking back to his first time in the store. He was just as excited as Patton currently is and he left the store with a stuffed Mickey Mouse along with a promise to come back for more plushies.

Patton comes back with his plushie in tow and the most pleased expression on his face as he cradles it to his chest. Roman just smiles and lets him pick out two more similarly sized plushies (as the store is currently having a special) before they head over to look at the shirts.

Patton ends up with nearly one shirt for every movie he likes (or what feels that way to him), but he’s not complaining. It’ll be awesome to get to show off how much he likes Disney by having all these different shirts.

After they get everything they want from the store, Logan, who had been watching them run around and have fun looking at everything, suggests that they should stop by the food court before going to any other shops as it’s been several hours since breakfast and it’s about time to eat.

Patton nods enthusiastically at that and so does Roman, both of them realizing that all of their running around has left them famished. So they all link hands and head off towards the food court.

Taglists: (Let me know if you want to be added or removed from either! ^^)

General TS Taglist: @anuninspiredpoet, @echomist13, @theresneverenoughfandoms @fiive-second-cookies @sevencrashing, @virgil-is-verge @fandermom @evilmuffin

Heart’s Home Taglist: @a-lexicon-of-words , @scorching-scotch , @bunny222 , @but-jesuschrist-im-never-good, @anuninspiredpoet, @echomist13, @ab-artist, @ashlynrivers, @fairytailtwists @just-another-rainbowblog

#sanders sides #logince #logan sanders #patton sanders #roman sanders #patton adoption au #my posts

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ghostmartyr · 6 years ago

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Pokémon Black 2 Randomized Nuzlocke Run [Part 10]

Elite Four grind time.

With some time spent pushing rocks into holes, just in case I need to go places in the future.

Team:

Caspet (Gengar)

Nessy (Milotic)

Diego (Gardevoir)

Stormy (Metagross)

Vertex (Luxray)

Photon (Rayquaza)

So here we are, leveling up our team before our chaotic last stand, and that means... we’re in a new route. One more for the road.

What will it be?

It’s a Fire type!

I’m a moron!

No, Diego, no.

...

FUCK I HAD A MASTER BALL I COULD HAVE USED.

WHY DOES MY BRAIN CONSISTENTLY GO TO THE “yeah there could be a type problem but I’m sure it’ll be fine,” ARENA WHEN I’M TRYING TO CATCH THINGS. YOUR OPTIMISM IS KILLING THIS TEAM. KILLING IT.

IT’S CAUGHT ANYWAY.

I GUESS THE LITTLE MURDERER WHO’S LIKELY TO BE PART OF THE TEAM GETS A NAME.

YOU’RE DAMIAN. IN ALL CAPS.

I’m so sorry my optimism killed you, Diego.

I have a Dawn Stone now.

Maybe things would have gone better if I had it earlier.

I might be sorrier I have to grind something else. But I’m mostly just sorry.

-sigh-

Rest well, friend.

Now then.

Hey there. You’re Serious and often doze off.

I guess I’ll train you now.

We’ll be back when the demon child is up to 60!

Or when I’m in his patch of grass again and cool, Sunflora and Manaphy. Mareep is in more common grass. As is Rhyhorn and Manectric. Ninjask in the water. Look, the wild one live longer. Braviary is occasionally here too, with Marill in the deep spots.

Heeeeey, DAMIAN made it to 60 without dying! Also without anyone else dying! Nifty! We’re throwing Caspet back in front, handing the Exp. Share to Photon for now, and just going to go through this Victory Road.

What I assume to be Victory Road. This part of the game blends together for me even worse than the rest.

...Well, now I’m on it, so no matter!

Wait. We had a planned thing?

N, this is why there’s so much fanfic written about you. Thank you, friend. Even if it’s only because I remind you of your boyfriend from the last cartridge set.

What do I teach it to, though? It’s a physical Water attack. A very good one, but I don’t think any of my physical attackers can learn it. I might have to take something out of a box for it... In that case, I might as well also get something that can learn Cut. There are trees about.

Photon and Nessy are the only ones that can learn Waterfall. I don’t think I want it for either of them. To the nearest box!

I don’t know if this is a way to a box, but this is really, really cool and I dig it.

Okay, do I have anything that can learn both Cut and Waterfall? Mayhaps? Or Fly?

No, this isn’t going to be that straightforward. Nessy and Caspet are in the box since they need exp least. Replacing them temporarily are Amuro the Charmander (Cut), and Winn the Whiscash (Waterfall and Surf).

Photon’s in the first slot, Exp. Share moves to Vertex for now.

There’s this maze of Cuttable trees and trainers out before Victory Road proper. I don’t really understand what this gen likes so much about random maze areas, but I think most Pokemon games are into that on some level. It’s just annoying right now because Sun and Moon spoiled me. HMs are obnoxious.

On a related note, Winn now knows Strength.

There are also now Kabutops everywhere.

Having gone through the maze, I’m going down Victory Road with Nessy back in the party and Amuro back in the box. Thanks for your service, bud. Where we’re going, we don’t need Cut. ...I hope.

This gen’s needless drama makes me happy.

And the first pokemon of Victory Road is...!

Hi there. You’re gen appropriate. What are you doing here.

Quick Ball for a quick catch, and your name’s Kansas now. Get in the box.

Other possibilities that can no longer be counted as such are Lickilicky, Psyduck, more Psyduck, Aggron, Spheal, Smeargle, Dragonite, Dewott, Starly, Zweilous, Trapinch, Marill, Swellow, Mismagius, Weavile, Genesect... there were a lot.

Throwing the Exp. Share at DAMIAN for the now.

We’re secretly the same person.

The number of trainers on Victory Road who have history with Team Plasma one way or another is really satisfying. In this sequel game, the events of the game preceding it had an impact on NPCs. Delightful.

Also, I repeat my desire for NPCs to not be allowed to have things that have Sturdy. I hate Sturdy. It makes me sad. So do caves that need Flash to see in. Instead of teaching anything Flash, I’m going to stumble around in the dark. The dark that says this is probably an optional section.

I made my way to an outside!

Hmmm.

Russell?

Russell!

Fuck. Rival fights just when I’m really wanting to see a Pokemon Center are not my favorite thing. They are even less of my favorite thing when I have a slot taken up by an HM slave.

!!!

Hey, this is the rival fight that starts with an Unfezant in this corridor!

It’s level 55, and Russell only has four pokemon, so this should be relatively okay. Bouffalant comes out as a result of Unfezant’s U-turn. Nessy deals with it, but is in the orange. Simisage is next, go DAMIAN. Samurott following, go Vertex. Samurott is level 57. Stormy goes in to finish the Unfezant since Stormy has a Quick Attack replacement.

And that’s the fight! Yay!

Pokemon Center?

Fine, I can take the Thunderbolt TM I guess.

Geez, what happened in the past two years, huh?

Oki doki, I’m going to go back through Victory Road and check out all the things I didn’t want to before finding the health point on the way out. When I’m done with that, I’ll look at the resting levels and decide what I think.

Stormy with the Exp. Share for the moment.

The heck.

Am I going to want to give something Flash?

Randomizer is fun.

Now then. What are you gonna do?

Nothing. Well great.

That kind of leaves with one thing to do, doesn’t it.

Yeah.

Soooo.

I think based on the levels I’ve been up against to get here, continuing to grind kind of defeats the spirit of the Nuzlocke. I also don’t have Fly, so I’m going to stick with what I have available here to construct team improvements.

To the TM page.

Nessy’s going to forget Twister for Ice Beam.

Photon’s going to... actually no.

DAMIAN’s ditching Crunch for Toxic just so someone knows it.

And that’s it for TMs that I could change up their movesets with.

Leftovers for Nessy, Magnet for Vertex, Wide Lens for Stormy, Charcoal for DAMIAN, Spell Tag for Caspet, and Razor Claw for Photon.

Going to spend most of my money on recovery items, and then. In we’ll go.

After giving Caspet all of my remaining Rare Candy. Caspet it level 69. Nice.

I think Fighting dude is to the far right. He’s been a problem in the past, so I’m going to go ahead and try to get that out of the way. Stormy up front because while Photon might have Air Slash and STAB, all these things are likely to have Stone Edge. The worst of everything. Next to Sturdy.

Yeehaw.

...Huh.

Well then.

So Marshal’s first pokemon is a level 56 Throh. At the risk of feeling very embarrassed in a few moments, I think I might be slightly overleveled for this. Uh. Stormy, use Zen Headbutt?

Bye Throh?

Mienshao is up next, and for that one I think I want to switch into Photon. Or do I. See, I can’t remember if Bug is super effective against Stormy or not. Steel clears up a lot of the Pyschic weaknesses, but I am not allowed to look things up, and gaaah.

Stormy can survive one hit of anything, probably. In Stormy stays.

One Zen Headbutt later, Stormy is also staying in to fight Conkeldurr. It’s level 58. It uses Bulk Up (yes, it lived. its berry even brought it back to orange!). Stormy uses Zen Headbutt. Conkeldurr is no more.

Next and last is Sawk. Let me guess. This is still the Sturdy version. It is. It uses Payback, which does a pathetic amount of damage. Stormy uses Bullet Punch to simplify the future, and Marshal Full Restores Sawk. Stormy uses Zen Headbutt.

Yay, I won.

...This is sincerely awkward. I thought they’d be in their 60s. And maybe they are for the second round, but I’ve spent so many hours in this gen that my plan is to call it after beating the Elite Four. So uh. This is my final battle.

To the Psychic room?

I like how two years later, the Elite Four has agreed to stairs instead of moving spiral stairs.

Caspet is up in front.

Caitlin sends out a level 56 Musharna. Caspet uses Shadow Ball. Musharna faints. Caitlin sends in a level 56 Reuniclus. Caspet uses Shadow Ball. Reuniclus faints. Caitlin sends in Sigilyph. Caspet uses Shadow Ball. Sigilyph faints. Caitlin sends in a level 58 Gothitelle. Caspet uses Shadow Ball.

And that’s Caitlin.

Ghost girl next because I already have Caspet up front.

Shauntal sends out a level 56 Cofagrigus. Caspet uses Shadow Ball. She’s about to send out a Golurk, and to keep from being too arrogant, I switch to Nessy. Nessy uses Surf. Bye Golurk. She sends out a Drifblim, I go back to Caspet. Caspet uses Shadow Ball. Nessy gets sent back in against a level 58 Chandelure. Nessy uses Surf.

Nessy’s level 67 now.

Three down.

Stormy, you can sit in front for this next one.

Grimsley sends out his level 56 Liepard. It uses Fake Out. Then it uses Night Slash. Stormy is at 156 HP out of 192. Stormy uses Hammer Arm. Liepard faints. Nessy comes out to handle the Krookodile. It uses Earthquake. Nessy uses Surf. One is left standing.

Scrafty is next.

I don’t have anything I’m super comfortable having out against it, so I think I’m going to go for an odder pick and have Vertex fight it. If nothing else, yay Intimidate.

Vertex uses Spark. Scrafty uses Rock Tomb. Vertex’s Speed is lowered, but Scrafty’s down to half health. Vertex uses Spark. Ugh, a sliver of health left. Scrafty uses Rock Tomb again and Speed is lowered again. Grimsely is going to use a Full Restore, so I’m going to use Charge.

Scrafty uses Crunch.

A moment of fear for Vertex. Yike.

Charged Spark takes out Scrafty, though.

Grimsley’s final pokemon is Bisharp. DAMIAN, this is your time.

DAMIAN uses Flamethrower. Bisharp faints.

4/4.

Yay.

The question now becomes what I want in front. If memory serves, Iris is now the Champion. I don’t know if her Dragon theme is changed up at all. I do know that her levels will be a bit higher than what these four fights have entailed.

I think I’ll put Caspet up front. She’s faster than anything, and does enough damage that unless something goes very wrong, she has an excellent chance of just nailing the first thing.

...On second thought, no.

Iris might have a Hydreigon. Likely not first, but I do not need to ever give a Hydreigon extra moves. So.

Stormy, I guess. Stormy’s reliable, and whatever happens, probably won’t die in one hit. Okay.

Hi I’m Iris and I’m extra af.

AF.

Oh, I don’t remember her theme music. Feels... prancy. I like it.

HEY WAIT LOOK I DID A SMART THING SHE DOES HAVE HYDREIGON FIRST.

STORMY USE HAMMER ARM AND PLEASE HIT.

(It’s level 57.)

Hydreigon uses Flamethrower. I figured there was a very good chance of that happening, but Stormy endures the hit in the green, and Hammer Arm hits.

Hydreigon down!

Stormy grows to level 65!

Aggron is next.

I don’t want to risk Earthquake, Nessy’s taking this.

Level 57 Aggron, Nessy uses Surf. No point wasting Hydro Pump on something likely to have Sturdy.

Okay so it doesn’t have Sturdy.

It’s also gone now.

Nessy’s level 68.

Iris sends out a Lapras, Vertex needs something to do. Vertex uses Charge as a safety measure/to see if I can one-shot the Lapras. Lapras uses... Ice Beam, I think, but I was typing in this window when the attack went off. Because this has my full attention.

Vertex uses Spark. Lapras faints.

Iris has a Haxorus. It is level 59.

Well, Nessy has Ice Beam.

Haxorus hits first with Earthquake. Nessy stays green.

IRIS WHY DOES YOUR HAXORUS HAVE A FUCKING FOCUS SASH COME ON I’M SUPPOSED TO BE ABLE TO LIKE YOU.

Siiiigh. Nessy gets to use another Ice Beam, likely after the inevitable Full Restore comes in.

Yes to both those things.

Haxorus faints.

Iris sends out Druddigon, Nessy stays in. Nessy uses Ice Beam. ...Druddigon survives with a sliver of red, but is frozen. Nessy uses Ice Beam again. Druddigon faints.

Last up is Archeops.

I am, at heart, a sentimental man.

Caspet. I believe in you. You, the closest thing to a starter this run had after the first hour.

Use Shadow Ball.

WE WIN.

That...

Geez, that certainly happened, didn’t it? I can’t say I’m disappointed, exactly, because I like winning too much, but. Outside of Vertex vs. Scrafty, there wasn’t much fear involved. Kind of anticlimactic.

And sad, to think that Diego could have been part of it if we hadn’t met DAMIAN first. He missed it by so little.

Iris.

Please.

Wait, where’s the shot of my entire team? Game!

No.

Here are our available living pokemon in the box. Hark and rejoice, my friends I will never play with again. The friends most of you never met are victorious.

Here lie Dreamor, Tagg, Sylarana, Sasuke, Itsy, Stella, Puff, Boruto, Cerberus, and Diego.

Thank you, and farewell.

Final team:

Nice job, guys.

Caspet, level 70.

Photon, level 65.

Nessy, level 68.

Vertex, level 64.

DAMIAN, level 65.

Stormy, level 65.

Phew.

So all of the tension went out of order for this one. My starter died early, I was massively overleveled for the Elite Four and didn’t even expect to be fighting them this round, then I was, and meaningful deaths weren’t that common or devastating.

But I had fun, and I hope the two of you who sometimes read these enjoyed the adventure. I’m done with this gen for like. at least a year, but I have decided to do a Nuzlocke of either Fire Red or Leaf Green. I don’t know which, but I’m not going to Randomize the run. I am going to have one very specific rule changing things up to make going back to the gen three version of gen one hopefully very worth it, but yeah.

I don’t know when that will be happening, but I seem to enjoy having one of these going. Plus, I think the rule changes I have in mind would make my posts less meandering.

Anyway, thanks for reading.

#Pokemon #Nuzlocke Challenge #Nuzlocke

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lr-supernaturaladdict · 7 years ago

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Abomination Ch. 11

Summary: What happens when the girl sent by the king of hell falls in love with the Winchester who refuses to love. What happens when she gets rejected by the older Winchester and she releases her inner demons. What’ll happen when the boys find out shes really a demon/angel hybrid after only finding out herself shortly before. Even being raised by the king of hell to know you were at least half demon didn’t prepare you for the roller coaster of loving and hating Dean Winchester. You only just begun to realize how much of an abomination you really were.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6 Chapter 7 Chapter 8 Chapter 9 Chapter 10

Chapter 11: Confrontation

Word Count: 4982

Warnings: Strong Language

Images of the people you loved continued to race through your blurry mind. All of them going from good memories to gory bloodbaths, always ending in you covered in someone's blood. You knew you were still trapped in your own mind, there’s no way that these things could be real. You hated not knowing how long you were out of it for, not knowing what was happening in the world around you. The last conscious memory you had was Castiel telling you he loved you, and then everything went black. You hated yourself for not responding to him before everything happened. The truth was, you didn’t know if you were truly in love with him. You loved him, of course you did, but you also loved Sam and Dean. After everything happened with all of them, you shut off most of your emotions. It was a defense mechanism and you knew it but you wanted to stop hurting, but you also didn’t want to hurt them. Though, you wanted nothing more then just to turn off your humanity and let the darkness consume you.

You sat in an empty field picking at the dead grass in front of you. This was your only solace from all of the terrible things you saw. You didn’t know exactly who Amara was and why she had an interest in you, but every image you had contained pieces of information from her or about her. She was the darkness and apparently Gods sister, which you had a hard time believing. The thing you had the hardest time believing was that she was trapped in the mark. She was apparently the reason you were born, at least that’s what your doppleganger told you after she slaughtered everyone. Each day their deaths were different, you had just relived Sam's head being ripped off of his body. To say it was disgusting was an understatement.

You sighed softly and picked at a clover you found. “I don’t understand,” you huffed out softly.

“You know, sitting around denying the truth is just delaying the inevitable,” you heard your own voice say.

“Just leave me alone. You’d think torturing me as much as you have would have been enough,” you growled.

She sat down in front of you and smirked viciously. “You know, there’s some more things we should discuss.”

“Not interested,” you ignored her.

She laid her head in your lap and looked up at you with black eyes. “Oh come on angel,” she chuckled softly when you glared at her. “I’m hilarious.”

“What do you want?” you sneered at her as she sat back up.

“Well, figured I’d share some more interesting information with you,” she grinned mischievously, the black holes of her eyes looking at you.

“Okay, so share and leave,” you huffed in annoyance.

“Now now, no need to get hostile (Y/N),” she tsked at you.

“I’ve been trapped in my own mind for who the fuck knows how long, watching people I care about get murdered over and over again. I don’t care if I’m hostile, spill and get lost,” you crossed your arms over your chest.

“Okie dokie,” she paused and thought for a moment. “Well, if you haven’t realized, I’m you.”

“You’re a figment of my imagination,” you rolled your eyes.

“That’s where you’re wrong,” she smiled. “I’m the other part of you, the evil part. I was kind of dormant for like ever, but with Amara being set free by those morons, so am I. Well, only as free as you let me be, although I have had some guest appearances.”

“What do you mean?” you furrowed your brow.

She shrugged. “Whenever you accessed your demonic abilities you were harnessing my power, when you got your angelic grace though, that’s all you. You could almost say that you have a multiple personality disorder.”

“I don’t understand,” you looked down at your lap.

“Let me put this to you clearly then,” she clapped her hands together. “When we were born, daddy Gabriel locked away your grace. However, he knew about there being two of us in our gorgeous head, so he locked me away.”

“Conceited much?” you looked at her skeptically. “There’s no way that’s possible.”

“Honey, you’re a demon and an angel. I think everything is possible at this point,” she pointed at you. “Now, I just need you to do me a huge favor and turn that humanity switch off. That’s the only thing keeping me from taking over your body. Plus, by the looks of it you don’t really want to go back out there. You’re not just in a love triangle but a love square,” she laughed loudly.

“What?” you scoffed. “You forget, I’ve seen everything you have. They are all practically in love with you, even ol’ Dean-o. But you’ve been whoring around and now you can’t choose,” she pouted at you. “Pour little Sam has been following you around like a lost puppy since you met,” she smirked. “Dean has been fighting his feelings for you from the start. I mean fucking some slut he met in a bar, that was just a tantrum he had because he couldn’t come to terms,” she stood and began to circle around you. “And dear ol’ Castiel, that sweet clueless angel. He’s been at your beck and call since you first called him Cassie.”

“Shut up,” you growled.

“Make,” she laughed. “Me.”

You growled and quickly jumped to your feet. “You forget who is the stronger species here,” you flashed your eyes bright blue. Your grace was weaker in here then it was in reality, most likely being from your two parts being split. You had angelic grace while she held all of the demonic powers. It was a good thing that angels held more power over demons. “I am tired of you tormenting me in my own fucking head,” you snarled and quickly grabbed her neck tightly. “Enough.”

She just laughed and smiled smugly. “Even if you wanted to, can’t kill me without killing yourself in the process. We’re one person sweetheart, whether you like it or not. We will become what Amara wants us too. I was just trying to cushion the blow for what’s to come. Gabriel shielded you from the truth when I knew the entire time. You won’t be able to resist her (Y/N/N).”

“I will never become what you want,” you hissed and lifted her off the ground, holding firmly still on her neck. “I will not take any more of this, you hear me. You made the mistake of pissing me off,” you threw her to the ground, hard. The moment her head hit the ground you felt your own spin and you fell to your knees, blacking out.

…

“How long has she been out?” Crowley looked at Castiel, concerned etched into his features.

“A few days, ever since the darkness was released,” he responded, looking down at your still motionless form.

“And why am I just hearing this, you giraffe,” Crowley growled at the angel.

Castiel pursed his lips before looking at the demon on the other side of you. “Because Sam and Dean don’t know about her yet,” he hardened his eyes at the shorter man. “They just left to go get supplies.”

“How exactly do you know about her then?” Crowley raised his eyebrow.

“She told me everything, and the fact you raised her. Which I do not wish to go into right now,” he answered as he looked back down at you, his face softening.

“You look a little too comfortable with her,” Crowley accused.

Castiel cleared his throat and turned his head to look out a nearby window. “I care very deeply for her. I have looked after her all these months and we have grown closer.”

“I see,” Crowley nodded. “Well, I am very pissed that I haven’t heard from her in months and the first thing I hear about her is that she’s practically in a coma,” he looked down at you and ran has hand across your cheek. “She may not be biologically mine, but she’s the one thing in existence I actually care about. If any of you morons hurt her, I will show you tortures you can’t even imagine.”

Castiel nodded. “Did you know she was part angel?”

“What?” Crowley scoffed.

“She’s part angel,” Castiel turned his head and looked back at Crowley. “Her father was Gabriel.”

“You bloody idiot,” he huffed. “You broke the seal to her grace didn’t you?”

“So you did know,” before either of them could say another word your eyes fluttered open and you groaned. “Honeybee?” Castiel was at your side in an instant.

“Cas?” you groaned out, blurrily looking up at your angel.

“I’m here,” he whispered and put his hand on your cheek.

Crowley scoffed at the interaction. “Of course.”

You turned your head towards his voice. “Daddy?” you sobbed and reached your hand out to him.

His face instantly softened and he sat on the other side of the bed not currently occupied by Castiel. “Hello my darling,” he smiled gently at you.

“What happened?” you looked at both men who shared a strange look.

“You don’t remember?” Castiel asked.

“The last thing I remember was being with you,” you paused not wanting to finish because of your father sitting by.

Crowley gave Castiel a dirty look before placing his hand over yours. “Darling, you’ve been out for days.”

“What?” you furrowed your brow and tried to sit up, only to be stopped by both men.

“It’s not wise for you to get up just yet,” Castiel said sternly.

You looked up into his eyes and a flashback of watching him die violently pushed it’s way into your vision. “Castiel,” you whimpered. Looking to your father another image played of his eyes being burnt from his skull. “Oh god,” you gripped your head tightly as tears streamed down your cheeks. “Make it stop.”

“Make what stop?” Crowley asked with his eyebrows raised.

The sound of your own laugh rang through your ears along with the cries of the mean being murdered. “Make it stop,” you yelled and covered your ears. The moment you closed your eyes you felt your body being moved, you knew instantly that you transported somewhere.

Opening your eyes you looked around cautiously. Trees surround you and you were sitting in a small open area of the dense forest. “Well shit,” you huffed.

Standing on shaky legs, you brushed the dirt that had somehow managed to get on you. You ran your hand through your hair and sighed, this was not good. Having no idea where you were, you tried searching your body for your phone. Only to realize you didn’t even have pants on. You furrowed your brows and looked down at yourself. “How could I not feel the coolness of the grass on my bare skin?” you spoke to yourself. You were only wearing a long flannel and panties. The shirt must have been Sams, knowing all too well how big his shirts were on you.

Crossing your arms you decided to start walking around the forest to see if you could find a road. Eventually you started feeling the rocks and sticks cut into your bare feet, but it didn’t hurt as much as it once would have. You internally groaned, something must have been up with your senses.

You had been walking for what feels like hours until you finally found something. An old park ranger tower sat in the middle of an opening between trees. Nodding to yourself you pictured yourself inside, as soon as you blinked and opened your eyes you were in.

It was run down and you could tell it hadn’t been used for quite a long time. There were a few lockers up against one of the walls and a table with what looked like the radio the one opposite of it. Walking over to the lockers you decided to check to see if there were any left over clothes. Opening one of them you groaned loudly when you realized there wasn’t anything in there.

“Try the one all the way to the right,” you heard someone say behind you, in a voice very similar to your own.

You did as the voice said and found a pair of cover all. Shrugging you decided it was the best it was gonna get. You slipped it on and tied the arms around your waist before digging through the locker, finding a pair of boots. Grabbing them you slammed the locker shut and turned towards the voice. “Wasn’t it bad enough tormenting me in my own mind? Now I’m seeing things,” you growled, looking at yourself.

She shrugged and sat on the table that held the radio. “Well,” she slurred out. “What else do I have to do? I’m trapped in our head, remember?”

Huffing out in response you made your way over to a chair that sat in a corner of the room. Sitting down heavily you began to put the boots on. “Any idea where I’m at?” you asked as you tied the shoelaces

“Somewhere in the wood,” she shrugged and looked at her fingernails. You gave her a dirty look when you stood back up, looking out the windows. “How am I supposed to know?”

“You seem to know everything so, thought I’d ask,” you sneered at her.

“Why don’t you get on the radio, call the angel?” she raised an eyebrow at you, crossing her legs. “I’m sure he’d come get you, maybe have a little fun in the process,” you sneered at her as she leaned back on her arms.

“I can’t look at any of them without seeing the shit you planted in my brain, so not a chance,” you crossed your arms and continued to look over the vast landscape.

She shrugged and kicked her legs against the table. “Just an idea, princess.”

“Don’t call me that,” you turned your head to give her a dirty look. “What do you want?”

“I want you to give in to your darkest desires (Y/N/N), I’ve seen everything you’ve seen. I know you want to, just flip that humanity switch and the pain will all be over. You won’t have to worry about loving anyone or choosing who you want to be with anymore,” she smirked at you. “Plus, I’m bored. My little cage in your minds broken so I can have a little more free range.”

“Doesn’t mean I want you here,” you paused and walked to the other side of the building, looking at the mountains in the background. “I’m not going to give you what you want, I’m not stupid.”

“You keep telling yourself that,” she snickered. “You really want to find out where you are, summon the angel or something. Worst case you see his death again, at least you won’t be lost.”

“I could just fly back there,” you glared at her.

“Ah, yes. I forgot you can teleport,” she nodded her head. “Why not just fly somewhere else then?”

“I want to be alone,” you sneered and looked back out at the mountains.

“Secluding yourself isn’t going to help you know,” she pursed her lips. “Believe me, I know. I was secluded in there for a very long time.”

“Don’t care,” you rested your hands against the window ledge and watched as birds flew overhead.

“Not to mention,” she leaned forwards and rested her elbows on her knees. “You have to confront those pesky Winchesters eventually. Especially before Castiel or Daddy dearest blabs. Can’t just disappear sweetheart, they may know about you. But I guarantee that they won’t believe much of anything. You were in a cabin in the middle of nowhere and the only way to get out that fast would be to be teleported. And the only person they knew could was Castiel, they don’t know about Crowley.”

You growled softly. “Fine, then I just won’t go back.”

“Bullshit, you’ll go back. You care about them too much not to. Especially since you already lost that nerdy redheaded lesbian,” she chuckled softly.

You moved to her quickly, throwing her to the ground. “You may be a hallucination but you do not get to talk about Charlie. At all,” you snarled as you put your foot over her neck. “I want you gone.”

“Suit yourself,” she choked out before snapping her fingers, disappearing from your sight. Your foot fell to the ground with a loud thud.

You groaned loudly and gripped the table tightly. How dare she bring any of them up, especially Charlie. Clenching your teeth you threw the radio of the table, shattering it into pieces when it hit the floor. Grabbing the table you lifted it and brought it down quickly, breaking the legs under it completely off. You threw the table top at one of the windows, effectively breaking it into pieces as the table flew out of it.

Screaming loudly you ran to the lockers, ripping them off of the wall, before collapsing in the middle of the room. So many thoughts ran through your head. ‘Why am I so weak?’ ‘Why can’t I protect the ones I love?’ ‘I should be dead, not her.’

Breathing heavily you ran both hands through your hair. You knew she was right, one of them would tell the Winchesters. You were in fact dangerous, even if you never acted out and did something bad, you had the power to hurt people. That’s what they did, they hunted things and saved people. If you became one of the things that needed to be put down, nothing would stop them. Crowley may try to keep you safe but what happens if she was right about the visions, you couldn’t afford to risk hurting anyone.

Crawling over to the door of the room you pressed your face against it. “Fuck,” you breathed out. Clenching your eyes shut the image of your father lying dead in front of you came back. “NO,” you screamed and beat your hands against the door, cracking it in the process. “Stop, please,” you sobbed. “You won’t break me,” you whispered as you opened your eyes and placed both hands against the door. You had to tell Castiel, he may be the only one who could help you.

Sitting back on your heels and taking one more deep breath you prayed to him. “Castiel, can you hear me?”

Almost immediately he responded. “Honeybee? Where are you?” he sounded frantic.

“I don’t know,” you sobbed out loud. “But I need to speak to you.”

“Of course, just come back to the cabin,” he said relieved.

“I-I can’t,” you stuttered out. “I need you to meet me somewhere, alone. Please.”

“Okay,” he paused. “Where do you want me to go?”

“Meet me at a motel in Giddings, Texas. I will let you know which one,” you paused. “Don’t tell the boys, or even Crowley.”

“Then what do you suppose I tell them, they’re all worried sick.”

“Tell them you’re out looking for me or something. Don’t tell them we talked or where you’re going. They can’t know, not yet anyways. Just, please,” you pleaded with him.

You heard him sigh. “Fine, but you will be the one to tell them when the time comes. They are going mad trying to figure out where you would go.”

Sighing out loud you answered. “Thank you, I will see you soon.”

You closed your eyes ready to fly there when you heard his response. “Be safe,” you smiled slightly before flying to the small town of Giddings, Texas.

…

“Where the hell do you think you’re going?” Dean asked angrily, following Castiel to the front door of the cabin.

“To look for (Y/N),” he sighed heavily before turning back to look at the eldest Winchester.

“Do you have an idea where she is?” Deans face instantly softened at the idea of knowing where you went. “I mean, Sam and I have been looking everywhere around the cabin, she couldn’t have gotten far.”

Castiel nodded at him before looking to the ground. He knew that Dean still cared for you deeply, maybe even loved you, especially with the mark gone. Dean looked helpless with not knowing where you were and he felt horrible for keeping the information from his friend, but he promised you. “I do not know where she is, but I know that I can look a lot faster then you and Sam would be able to.”

Dean seemed to think about it for a moment before looking at the angel skeptically. “So you’re just going to walk around the area looking for her?”

“I would fly,” he said flatly.

Dean nodded and moved closer to his friend. “It’s a couple hours to drive to town from here, even further when walking. You sure she didn’t have help going anywhere?”

“I do not understand what you are asking,” he tilted his head and squinted at Dean.

“I’m asking if you flew her somewhere else,” he sneered. “I get it, you two are a thing or something now. But you have no right to hide her from me or Sammy,” he glared at the angel.

Castiel swallowed thickly. “I did not take her anywhere, I do not know where she is Dean,” he said gruffly.

“Well it sure looks like you know something,” he paused and pursed his lips. “I’m coming with you.”

“No,” Castiel answered quickly.

“You sure you’re not lying to me Cas? You’re a pretty horrible liar,” Dean crossed his arms over his chest.

“That is not true, I once deceived you and Sam,” Castiel held his hands at his sides.

“Don’t remind me,” he huffed. “I’m going with you. Shouldn’t be a problem if you’re not lying to me, plus we can take baby. Since she couldn’t have gotten far.”

“I do not have time for this,” Castiel growled and turned away from Dean. He opened the door and walked out, only to be followed by the insatiable Dean Winchester. “Go back inside Dean.”

“What are you keeping from me Cas?” Dean yelled as he ran in front of the angel, placing a hand out to stop him.

“I can’t tell you,” he responded back, quickly moving past Dean.

“Why?”

“Because she asked me not to,” he looked back at Dean and glared. “And after what you did to her, I don’t blame her.”

“That wasn’t me,” he paused before Castiel began walking again. “Okay it was,” he ran to catch up to the angel. “But it wasn’t, it was the mark.”

“She will tell you when she’s ready Dean,” Castiel stopped abruptly when he heard your prayer. Motel 6, room 32. “Dean, I have to go,” he looked at the other man.

“I’m going with you,” he placed his hand on Castiels shoulder and gripped tightly. “Or I’ll track you and get there anyways, this would just be faster.”

“Fine,” he answered back gruffly, knowing you would be pissed. Surely what you needed wouldn’t be that bad though, right. He sighed and prayed to you. “I’m sorry Honeybee.”

“Awesome,” Dean smirked. “Let’s go,” Castiel nodded to him and in the blink of an eye they were no longer at the cabin.

…

You paced around your crummy motel room impatiently. You wish that you could have went to a nicer place but you could only get so much money from hustling someone in a bar nearby. He caught on quickly to what you were doing, so you had to flee.

Sighing you ran your hand through your hair and sat heavily on the single bed. “Hurry up Cas.”

Almost immediately you heard the familiar knock on the door. Getting up quickly you hurried to answer. What you thought would be a happy sight filled you with dread, seeing not only your angel, but the older Winchester as well.

“Hello, (Y/N),” Castiel greeted roughly, you could see the sympathetic look on his face. You knew Dean didn’t give him much of a choice when he left.

“Cas,” you moved your gaze for the blue eyed angel to the green eyed hunter. “Dean.”

“Hey, sweetheart,” Dean smiled gently at you. Something that you definitely didn’t expect from him.

You moved out of the way to let them inside, looking at the ground as they moved. Without looking up you grabbed Castiels arm and pulled him closer to you. Making sure to whisper so Dean couldn’t hear you. “Why is he here, he can’t be here right now.”

Castiel looked at his friend before looking at you. “He wouldn’t let me leave unless he came with me, he doesn’t know how you left or what’s going on.”

You nodded and released the angel, sighing heavily. “So, I guess you guys found me,” you laughed dryly.

Dean looked around the room before resting his gaze on you. His eyes held more softness in them then you ever remember being there, he looked tired and upset. “What are you doing here?” he asked. “Where is here anyways?”

You swallowed the lump that formed in your throat. “Texas. Giddings to be exact.”

His eyebrows shot up in surprise and he looked directly at Castiel. “You brought her to Texas? What the hell Cas?” he yelled at his friend.

“I didn’t do anything,” Castiel growled at Dean defensively. “She was still healing, I wouldn’t have let her go anywhere.”

“Then how the fuck is she here? She can’t just fly like you or teleport like Crowley,” he growled back, before looking at you. “Did Crowley bring you here?”

You shook your head from side to side before shutting the door to the motel room. “You shouldn’t be here Dean.”

“You just disappeared (Y/N/N), why shouldn’t I be here? I’ve been looking everywhere for you only to find out your hundreds of miles away,” he moved towards you quickly. “What the hell is going on?” he looked between you and the angel.

You raised your hand to keep him from getting any closer. The sadness in his eyes reminded you of the dreams, or where they visions of the possible future, you didn’t really know. “Cas, you need to get him out of here,” you looked up at him sadly.

The hurt in his eyes made your chest clench, he wasn’t the same man you knew months ago. The man that used you for sex and attacked you was gone, you could see that by the way he looked at you. “You can’t just push me away, please don’t.”

“I don’t want to hurt you,” you whispered as he placed both hands on your biceps.

“Why would you hurt me?” he looked down at you as you placed your hands on his chest. You took a deep breath as the feeling of him being so close made your heart beat faster.

“Dean please,” you pushed him away slightly, trying to get a distance between you both.

“(Y/N), I think you should tell him,” Castiel spoke from behind you both.

“I-I can’t,” you started to sob as you backed away from Dean. You looked back to Castiel as a tear slipped down your cheek. “I don’t know what’s happening anymore Castiel,” you said as you wrapped your arms around yourself.

Dean looked like a kicked puppy because of how you reacted, which made you cry more. Why did this have to happen now of all times, he was a completely different man without the mark. You were a completely different person with the mark being destroyed. Flashes of your visions came flying forwards. Instead of Dean standing in front of you, he was laying across the bed with his chest ripped open. He heart had been ripped out and his other organs were scattered across the room.

You quickly covered your mouth to control the choked sobs trying to escape. All you could see was his dead body, you could hear both men speaking to you clearly but no matter what you did the image before you wouldn’t change.

“(Y/N),” you heard one of them yell your name as a pair of hands gripped your shoulders tightly, shaking you.

“(Y/N), what’s going on?” the other voice sounded.

Clenching your eyes and fists tightly you tried to control your mind. You knew it wasn’t real, but it felt like it was. Everything in you was telling you that it was going to happen, whether it be right then or in the future, you were destined to kill them.

Suddenly there was a hot stinging sensation against your cheek as someone yelled your name again. Opening your eyes you saw Dean, alive and in front of you looking like he was just slapped himself. “What the hell?” he whispered staring at something on your face.

You turned your head to find Castiel standing beside him, looking in awe. His eyes looked between your face and something behind you. You knew then that your grace had pushed itself to the surface. “Dean,” you whispered.

“Why are your eyes glowing like that?” he asked a bit louder, backing away slowly. “And why do you have wings?” his voice sounded shaky.

“He can see them?” you looked at Castiel confused.

He nodded. “Normally they would be hidden to every creature besides angels, yours are different. They can be seen by everything, but only if you choose to let them see them. You are distressed however, it is a type of defense as well,” He looked at you sadly.

You felt your wings move behind you in a flutter as they stretched. “Dean,” you looked back at the confused hunter as he stared at you.

“What are you?” his brow furrowed.

Taking a deep breath you looked down at your feet. “I’m a hybrid.”

Chapter 12

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thedargonden · 5 years ago

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[9] ORIE’S HATCHDAY BONANZA

October 25th, XX19

Orie's hatchday.

11:55 AM.

TAFLA: "Phoenix, can you pass me that streamer? We're almost done decorating."

Tafla is standing on her hind legs reaching up to the ceiling and attempting to hang a disco ball while holding her other hand out toward Phoenix. Phoenix is sitting on the sofa with party decorations laid out on the coffee table.

PHOENIX: "You said we were almost done half an hour ago. I don't think we need anymore decorations."

TAFLA: "Orie likes a lot of decorations! Just pass it over here!"

PHOENIX: "Fine. You're going to clean this up when we're done though."

Phoenix grabs a pink streamer roll from the table and tosses it to Tafla. The roll of streamer unravels in midair, creating a streamer tail before landing on the floor and the tail drifting to the ground.

TAFLA: "That's the spirit! See? Isn't that fun? Also maybe this would look better without streamers attached to the ball."

PHOENIX: "Whatever, Lady.."

TAFLA: "Hey, Arakados. Good job with the balloons, but there's not much need for more."

Arakados is at the table with Phoenix's laptop, finishing blowing up balloons of all shapes and sizes and materials.

They give an OK hand sign and then grab a handful of long cylindrical balloons.

They quickly twist blue, silver, and purple ones into a balloon dragon Orie, and sets it on the table.

TAFLA: "Absolutely marvelous, Arakados! How did you learn to do that?"

They simply take their claws and squeeze their snout horn twice and a honking sound comes out.

PHOENIX: "Arakados, can you PLEASE put down that honker, it's driving me crazy!"

ARAKADOS: "Oki"

Arakados sets down a honking horn they held in their other hand on the table.

PHOENIX: "Who are you trying to impress, anyway?"

Tafla finally successfully attaches the disco ball to the ceiling.

She looks down to Phoenix as she picks gets down from the chair to pick up the dropped pink streamer roll.

TAFLA: "Well... Orie, of course. It's HER hatchday!"

Tafla gets back up on the chair, quickly tying it to the ceiling in a loop around the disco ball.

Footsteps from the basement stairs can be heard by the three dragons in the room.

TAFLA: "Shhh! Everyone hide!"

Tafla steps down from the chair and quickly opens the fridge. She shapeshifts to fill the entire space inside and closes the door quietly.

Arakados hides behind the sofa with their snoot poking a bit out from behind.

PHOENIX: "No thanks. I'm just going to stay here."

Tafla opens up the fridge again.

TAFLA: "Phoenix! Hide! You're going to ruin it!"

PHOENIX: "ORIE! SURPRISE! IT'S YOUR HATCHDAY! How's that, Tafla?"

TAFLA: "Early! That's how it is! Now hide!"

PHOENIX: "It's not a big deal if I'm seen. It'll already be a surprise seeing all the decorations."

TAFLA: "But it's a SURPRISE party! That's how SURPRISE parties work! You hide and when the hatchday dragon comes in, you yell-"

ORIE: "What in the fresh prince is going on in here??"

Orie looks around the room.

Hundreds of streamers hang from the ceiling around the stationary disco ball behind the sofa and in the center of the whole room.

Next to the table, near the window, there's many large rectangular shaped presents of various colors.

On the table, next to Phoenix's laptop are dozens of Tafla's runestone tablets spread out.

PHOENIX: "Happy hatchday or whatever. God, I can't believe I'm saying this."

Tafla bounces out of the fridge, knocking some of the food and produce out on the floor.

TAFLA: "SURPRISE!"

Orie immediately notices Arakados behind the sofa.

ORIE: "Wow. This is a lot of streamers!

And Dakka! That's a silly hiding place! I can still see your snoot!"

ARAKADOS: "I'm not heeeereeeeee"

Orie notices the balloon Orie set on top of the runestones.

ORIE: "OH MY GOD, IS THAT..."

Orie quickly runs over to the table then gently and awkwardly picks up the balloon Orie with her left arm, which is still in the dragon splint.

ORIE: "DAKKA, DID YOU DO THIS FOR ME?"

Arakados stands up and nods their head.

ARAKADOS: "Yissssssssssss"

ORIE: "Thank you so much! This looks so good!"

Arakados does another OK hand gesture, grabs Phoenix's laptop, and slinks out of the room with it.

ORIE: "Oh, I guess there they go."

PHOENIX: "Arakados! Where are you taking my laptop???"

Phoenix reaches out toward the hall doorway.

ARAKADOS: "Nowherrreeeeee"

PHOENIX: "Ugh... Whatever."

TAFLA: "Orie! You ready for the hatchday traditional song?"

ORIE: "Oh yeah! How does it go again?"

Tafla grasps her hands with Orie's right hand.

Both dragons begin to sway in place as Tafla sings to Orie.

TAFLA: "Have a happy hatchday! RHAWR!

One more year has passed! RHAWR!

Happy happy hatchday! RHAWR!

Don't dwell on the past! RRRHHHAAAWWWRRR!"

On the last rhawr, Tafla yelled pretty loud. Loud enough to force Phoenix to cover her ears.

Phoenix mutters to herself.

PHOENIX: "Drek, that's so annoying."

ORIE: "What was that, Phoenix?"

PHOENIX: "Uh. Happy hatchday. That's what I said. Nothing else. Heheh."

Phoenix slinks into the couch cushions in anxiety.

TAFLA: "You want to open your presents?"

ORIE: "Cheesecake first! Please?"

TAFLA: "We would... but we don't have enough room for cheesecake on the table. Presents first."

ORIE: "Aw... What's with the runestones on the table anyway?"

Tafla lets Orie go and smirks at her.

TAFLA: "It may... or may not... have something to do with one of your presents"

ORIE: "Ooh! Do I get my own runestones you carved for me?"

TAFLA: "Well, yes... But that's not the only reason!

I'll show you after you unwrap the ones near the window first"

Orie moves toward those presents, which tower over her. They look like thin, tall rectangles with various colors of craft paper covering them.

ORIE: "Ooh! What are they? I bet they're something weird or cool from one of your adventures!"

TAFLA: "Adventures?"

ORIE: "Oh. I'd always assumed you'd gone on adventures into lost temples, or old shrines or something after I moved out."

TAFLA: "Ha. Not quite. But it IS something more useful to you that we could probably set up later!"

Orie attempts to drag one of the 4 rectangular boxes with both arms, but her left arm begins to hurt from the strain.

ORIE: "Ow. These are heavy! A little help?"

TAFLA: "Oh, right. I forgot."

Tafla scoots past Orie and sets one upright, almost hitting the ceiling.

TAFLA: "Should I open this too? Or do you think you could do that on your own?"

ORIE: "I'll try a bit, but you could open it more fully if you want afterward."

Orie uses her right claws to pierce through the white and pink polka-dotted wrapping paper.

ORIE: "What is this? Silver wood?"

Phoenix, barely paying attention and on her phone looks over.

PHOENIX: "Wood? As a hatchday present? Ha."

Orie tears the wrapping paper more fully toward the right side and she touches a metal ball attached to the wood.

ORIE: "What?"

Orie pulls the wrapping paper outward on each side and she realizes...

ORIE: "It's a door! Tafla, are all of these presents right here DOORS??"

PHOENIX: "Oh my god, fucking FINALLY!"

TAFLA: "Uh, huh!"

ORIE: "We've NEEDED doors for a LONG TIME! You're right! this IS useful!"

TAFLA: "I knew you'd like it!"

Orie walks over to the other 3 door presents and rips a hole in the sides of the wrapping.

ORIE: "You got me that silver one, and a blue one, a purple one, and a blue and yellow one?"

TAFLA: "That one I thought would be for you and your boyfriend's room."

PHOENIX: "About time you two got a room that was closed off."

ORIE: "What? I don’t get it.

PHOENIX: “You’ll figure it out when you’re older.”

As Orie stares at Phoenix obliviously, Tafla glares at Phoenix.

ORIE: “Wait, Tafla, what does this have to do with your runestones?"

TAFLA: "Well, you see... I thought I'd give you another present that would help you a lot... Something I know you have been wanting of mine for a long while."

Orie looks around the room.

ORIE: "There aren't any more presents though... what are you talking about?"

TAFLA: "Oh, there aren't? I must have left it in your new dimensional bag."

ORIE: "My new dimensional-"

Tafla grabs the dark bag hanging on her shoulder and hands it to Orie.

ORIE: "OH MY GOD! YOU'RE GIVING THIS TO ME?"

TAFLA: "Yes ma'am!"

ORIE: "NOW that makes sense! You emptied your bag! You don't have to do this, really. I'm fine without it."

TAFLA: “Actually, those runestones are all stuff I don’t need anymore.“

Orie looks at the bag. She never looked at Tafla’s bag so closely before! The ceiling light radiates off of it with a powerful and colorful glint. The many markings on the bag glow a faint hazy green. Looking Deeply into the markings gives her a really good sense that whenever they’re green like this, it means it’s pretty close to empty.

After examining the bag for a couple of moments, a distant vision of a snowglobe, shadows, and fire appears in her mind. Hrm...

TAFLA: "Nope. It's all yours!"

ORIE: "What about all your other runestones? I thought you stored all of them inside this one!"

TAFLA: "Don’t worry, I’ve done some renovations back at home, and... let’s just say I have a brilliant place for all them now!"

Orie looks back to the bag, ignoring the now stronger visions of shadows and flames.

ORIE: "How does this thing work?"

TAFLA: "When you put something inside, its state will freeze until it's taken back out. And all you need to do to take it back out is to think of what you want taken out, and it would materialize in your hand. Intention matters a lot with it.

Try it! Reach in there and think about having some delicious cheesecake!"

ORIE: "Oke!"

Orie rests the bag over her right shoulder and reaches her right hand inside the liquidy feeling void inside. She thinks about cheesecake. The graham cracker-like crust. The cheesy desert... uh... rest of the cake.

The taste... oh, the taste. It tastes like... cheesecake. She can just imagine biting into one right this moment.

Suddenly, she starts to feel something in her hand... plastic. A large circular container of some sort? Is it really?

She pulls it out... and....

ORIE: "Oh my! A cheesecake!"

Inside the plastic container, the cheesecake reads 'Happy hatchday, Orie!' with whipped cream.

TAFLA: "And that's why I said presents first!"

ORIE: "Oh my god, Tafla, you're the best! You always know how to make great structured surprises out of a hatchday celebration!"

TAFLA: "You know it!"

Orie goes in for a hug, and Tafla slowly drops her smile after a moment and sighs.

TAFLA: "Well... there's still one present I didn't get to give you..."

ORIE: "Oh?"

TAFLA: "And it's... the truth about your hatchparent and guardparent."

Orie lets go of Tafla and looks at her in embarrassment.

ORIE: "Oh. Is this about what I said the other day? I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have tried to push you into telling me."

TAFLA: "No... it was a valid question...

I should have told you about them before... I just didn't know how..."

Tafla leads Orie to the sofa to sit her down next to Phoenix on the sofa, who quickly throws her phone on the sofa seat next to her, pretending she was paying attention the whole time.

Orie sets the cheesecake on the coffee table, in front of where Tafla sits.

TAFLA: "Your hatchparent is an Idnagol. He was an old friend of mine back before the massacre maybe 5 years before you hatched.

As you already know, Logi is a healing sorcerer and-"

ORIE: "Logi? Like the one who wrote those Dreki Studies books?"

Orie gestures to the book set on the TV stand behind Tafla.

TAFLA: "Yes. He wrote those specifically for you."

ORIE: "Oh."

TAFLA: "Anyway, Logi disguised himself as a Myrkur to protect himself during the massacre, and apparently fell in love with a peaceful Myrkur.

But... before you were hatched, your... guardparent started becoming... crazy, which i won't get into why right now because that's a whole new can of wyrms I don't want to open."

ORIE: "What's my guardparent's name?"

Phoenix squints her eyes and braces herself for Tafla's response.

TAFLA: "Her name is Perseus. When you hatched, she tried killing you, but Logi saved you and ran away. He then gave you to me to protect you.

She's actually now currently the queen of Myrkurs after killing who she needed to, including the old queen.

I don't know how she would have been able to kill so many dragons while never being seen herself, though."

Tears drip from Phoenix's eyes and she starts breathing harder.

ORIE: "Phoenix? You okay?"

PHOENIX: "It was me..."

ORIE: "What was you, Phoenix?"

PHOENIX: "I'm sorry... I didn't have a choice... Perseus forced me to-"

Phoenix shakes her head and wipes the tears from her eyes.

She takes a deep breath while Tafla looks at the ground in understanding.

ORIE: "You know my...?

Phoenix? It's okay. Whatever it was, if you were forced to do some things by... my guardparent, it's in the past. It's okay now. You don't have to worry about it..."

Phoenix nods as Orie leans on her side to possibly help her cheer up.

ORIE: "You can tell me about Perseus another time... It's upsetting Phoenix."

Tafla blinks at Phoenix thoughtfully and then to Orie with worry.

She sighs.

TAFLA: "I... don't know what else I can say... I told you all I know. Other than Logi cared about you, a lot, which is why he had to give you up to me. And maybe Perseus would too, if it weren't for Draumur..."

ORIE: "Draumur?"

Something inside her draws her eyes back to the bag over her shoulder. A clear vision of a shadowy dragon with fire coming out of their eyes, mouth, and nose appears in her mind.

Tafla's eyes widen as she realizes she said that.

TAFLA: "I don't know. Something that happened a long time ago, but again... can of wyrms... don't want to open... sorry."

ORIE: "Can you please tell me? I feel like it's important for me to know."

TAFLA: "I'm sorry, it's not... a good story. Especially with... your friend there having... certain ties. I might tell you another time, but let's just celebrate your hatchday for now, alright?"

Orie sighs.

ORIE: "Okay. Thank you for telling me about my family, at least a little bit."

Phoenix opens her eyes and looks to Orie.

PHOENIX: "Can I leave now...?"

ORIE: "Sure, but before you do, you get the first slice of cheesecake."

PHOENIX: "But you love cheesecake more than me. And plus, it's YOUR hatchday. Not mine."

ORIE: "I care about YOU being happy more right now."

Phoenix huffs with a smirk.

PHOENIX: "If that's how you really feel, at least take a bite out of a slice at the same time as me so I won't feel like I'm stealing your attention or something."

ORIE: "Of course!"

Tafla opens the box of cheesecake and takes the butter knife from inside to cut the cheesecake and begins Orie’s hatchday celebration.

Meanwhile, in Phoenix's Lair, Arakados still searches through the laptop for secrets.

ARAKADOS: "Hrm..."

After looking through plenty of stuff again, they start to get frustrated... until they remember about the hidden items check box.

They click the view tab of the file explorer, and check the hidden items box one more time, which they were sure they had checked plenty of times before.

This time though, they don't leave the computer. They begin to search everywhere from the start.

Throughout the Terabyte worth of files and folders on this computer.

This may take a while... but suspecting Phoenix knows that they were searching for her secret, they'll uncheck the hidden items box and close the file explorer up whenever taking a break, and just take a mental note of where they left off.

Using this method... they'd bound to find her secret some time.

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tinglingandnumbness · 8 years ago

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A Bullet Post: The Final Problem

LONG POST AHEAD.

This would be my third time viewing it now and I think I gathered my final thoughts on it.

●Literally Bond Air though.

●Mycroft watching family video clips though. (No matter he wasn't as freaked out by his movie interruption though)

●IT'S A SWORD.

●And it was at this point the first time viewing it I thought "what the actual fuck am i watching?" Plus I laughing my head off as well.

●NO IT'S A GUN.

●Trying to justify the umbrella sword gun and basically it's just Mycroft wanting toys and to protect himself in the most James Bond way possible...because he's the fucking British Government. No matter how hilarious this is.😂

●I can't justify WHY killer clowns though.

●And it was here where I genuinely thought it was a nightmare and that Sherlock will turn into a vampire.😅

●"HEY BRO!😄" But Sherlock is one to be...eccentric and elaborate. Killer clowns, though.

●Now...tranquilizer. And just...John laying there in that office. A person like Eurus doing that. Never mind kidnapping him for the game or anything. That's a little anti-climatic and a wasted opportunity really. (Not that I want anything bad happen to John or to be the damsel in distress but should the stakes be higher?)

●Client!Mycroft finally.

●TWINNING BECAUSE OF MRS. HUDSON. DON'T LET THIS GO.

●THE HAIR GAME IN SEASON 4 IS STRONGER THAN ANYTHING.

●There was no way in hell that they didn't know about Eurus' brother Zephyrus.

●"John stays." "This is family." "That's why he stays!" DON'T LET THIS WONDERFUL THING GO.

●IT'S NEVER TWINS IT'S GONNA BE TRIPLETS FROM THE SHINING IF SHE JOINS THAT CREW. SHE FITS IN.

●"In the early days I suppose he was an emotional child." DUDE, THAT CHILD'S BEST FRIEND WAS BASICALLY MURDERED BY HIS SISTER. NOT A DOG. ANOTHER BOY. DO YOU KNOW WHAT TRAUMATIZED IS?!?!? (Apparently he does in that first Eurus Challenge.)

●Ohhhhh. That's not Sherlock then. Neat, neat.

●Wish we could learn a lot more about Rudy Holmes.

●HELLO, TOM HIDDLESTON. ARE YOU GONNA BE PLAYING JAMES BOND TOO?

●For some reason...no, I don't feel threatened. Question: So are Sherrinford people doing this for her? Like somewhere manning this drone.

●Season 4 is Mrs. Hudson's season I tell you.

●Ok...ok. Did Eurus had the full intention of killing those three right there and then? What if they could've moved to the kitchen for tea and then the aproximate distance to those windows wouldn't be enough for 3 seconds. And no, Eurus couldn't even predict that. I don't care how cool it looks or badass or how expensive without any casualties after and we were not given any aftermath of that like "John and Sherlock on the pavement holding in to their sprained limbs and bodies smoking along with their flat. They will make his sister pay." I have an assumtion they just added this scene to follow up on their ending, could always be wrong of course.

●I'M BATMAN.

●Their camera work is always impeccable when it needs to be. I love it.

●EVERYTHING IS COMPRIMISED. Also once again a Eurus parallel play with Mycroft's lines about disguises to what she said in TLD.

●A call back to Moriarty in Baker Street when Sherlock was playing and took a pause knowing his presence.

●Unnerving.

●With Sherlock completely forgetting about his sister and re-written his memories (so this is what they were implying all season about Sumatra and editing evidence) he has done it before, the solar system and all.

●"Didn't notice in the heat of the moment and afterward well you really couldn't tell. Is that vibrato or is your hand shaking?" *Eurus smirks* Hmm. Making a decision: Parallel moment but with emotional diferences on this regarding Sherlock.

●Sherlock took a break from deducting for a moment because this is the first time he has thecnically "met" his sister. He got carried away like the rest of them.

●Sherlock's clever boy, Watson dropping those truth bombs.

●First reaction: FUUUUUUUUCK YAASSSSSS😭🙌😭🙌😭

●Second reaction: Fuck.

●I don't know why the hair color was nesessary. He hasn't changed his hair color in the last five years before. For the initial realization before the shock of the 5 years bit?

●I DON'T CARE IF YOU'RE DEAD. THE SHOW NEEDS YOU.😢

●Given that this scene is beyond odd as it is but then again these two are just out and beyond this world weird anyway but that was the general impression of it.

●Makes me wonder where did he find the time to do this? Makes me wondeer how the conversation went? Makes me wonder who filmed it all?

●Sherlock does know John. He knows he's not going to do it.

●By this point I was feeling their stress. Jaws were dropped and breathing heightened. I just couldn't believe they got themselves into situations like this. Or better yet that situations like this are presented to them in this way as we move forward.

●I think we already know waaaay before about what the last challenge was for sherlock with that one bullet. And I have Moriarty in my head like "No NO NO THIS IS TOO EASY SO PREDICTABLE"

●"She's very clever" "I'm begining to think you're not" Basically.

●"We have more to worry about than her choice of color scheme" BUT WE CAN. I'm thinking someone else did it. So...I'm guessing there still are people on this island. And did she really talk to every single employee to cast a curse on them? A big chunk of how it all happened is missing. The full on take over. Shame.

●"This is inhuman! This is insane!" ⬅ Eurus Holmes. And this episode is insane! We know.

●It was usually John to call Sherlock into order. They lean on each other. (Bless ya, Martin)

● In every challenge they have done...they are MEANT to loose. And he did. And he was so angry about it. Molly is who Molly was in the beginning ever since. Kind, observant, quiet but a force. There is nothing wrong of her loving Sherlock but it is how Eurus used her. How Eurus used Sherlock to cause more damage to everything and he had enough right there because it was to someone he truly cared about. Why he was so upset? Because he wasn't sure as he would like to be. Mycroft and John knew how hard that was for him. Eurus knows what she did. As a mild sherolly shipper as myself, no, this is fucking depressing. I can't find no beam of light in this. She deserved better. I'm not done with this yet.

●This is the scene where I actually thought it has to be a dream, it has to be. What the fuck was Mycroft saying?

●He did a double take to John when he said he should take the bullet. Sherlock wasn't even considering it, of course.

●RELEASE THEM FOR THIS HELL. WHAT IS THIS? WHAT IS THIS STILL? (My god, Ben)

●And then Mycroft. A character has layers and layers and it was nice seeing him weak in this episode and very flawed to which he doesn't consider himself so and with a heart at most.

●.....Listen, I can't even justify this even if these two are in shock right now. Why the fuck doesn't anyone move between the two of them or at least shout at Sherlock and then mayhem insues and arguments and such. I would imagine that she would find it entertaining. And then Eurus just tranquilizing them because at that rate things are not getting done. I was expecting that instead of them just standing there at least.

●WHAT DOES THIS EVEN MEAN?

●The bones: you guys, it was dark. Yup, that's all I can think of to back that up. But damn you, inconsistency.

●Sherlock still keeping his voice leveled and soft for the girl though dispite his heart hurting. Bravo, Ben👏

●Best friend = pet. I think that's the point for me to be upset by this? Also the water filling up the well, HOW?

●Supposedly this was the rug pull of the finale? I think a vast majority knew that it wasn't a dog but it still hurts though because of Ben's performance showing Sherlock's pain. But it wasn't surprising.

●The deep waters clip thing was an attempt for us to connect this moment to years of writing before that it was just hinted at on season 3 like it's Doctor Who. Ehhhhhhhhhh....

●Sherlock loved Victor, loved him so much and it fucking hurts where it hurts because Sherlock had filled that hole after so many years with John coming into his life. And then he got so much more from John which is what he needed after a loss that was so special to him. So much more was possible. *SCREAMS*

●Second time watching it I was looking for her equipment. But nothing, okie dokie then.

●I loved this moment. Caring is an advantage for one. But it was brought upon us too soon though. Eurus could've been more leading up to this moment. Not done with this yet. But bless Ben and Sian for their amazing performances.

●The rope: you guys, it was just misguided directing. They should've just thrown down metal chain clippers and a rope, or a rope and a person going down on it. One of many errors of this season as it is.

●GREG.😢❤

●"He's a great man sir." "He's better than that he's a good one." Thank you, Greg. Kinda sucks they made this moment all about Eurus though.

●THE ENDING SOUNDTRACK SOUNDED BEAUTIFUL.

●"I know you two and I know what you can become."

●AND THEN THE NEXT MOMENT LATER "Listen to me. It doesn't matter who you are. It's all about the legend, the stories." Umm. No? Who they are MAKES the stories? How they had evolved and changed MAKES the legend. RIGHT?

●NEVER LET THIS DIE. FOR THIS I AM STILL GRATFUL. SHERLOCK IS A PART OF JOHN'S LIFE NOW ON A WHOLE NEW LEVEL BECAUSE OF LITTLE ROISIE. This is what it is then.

●I'm forever thankful for them no matter what happened or will happen.

My jumbled up feelings and last thoughts of messy paragraphs of emotion are under the cut because no post can be this long already as it is. Imma sorry.✌

Final thoughts on everything:

My first reaction to it was that it was clever, it was strange and it was tense. I didn’t cry surprisingly in my first viewing than in my second one but I was hella stressed and pulling on my hair with my heart beating miles a minute. But then...maybe it was a bit too much of everything and to a point it became an entirely different show. And they were trying to avoid that but...all throughout I was thinking “what am I watching?” and “what the fuck is going on?” every few minutes. Was that the desired effect? The episode was not terrible, it visually looked stunning as always to display the creepiness of it which they were going for (I don’t know why they were going for that) and the depth and it was emotional, it played with you and gave you anxiety and made your skin crawl for the middle part of it because of how the actors performed and my God were there were some performances here that were so awesome.

Now, OOC performances on the other hand is another story which many are telling already and which I agree upon, that they just turned a 180 when season 4 started on some circumstances that I mentioned and seen throughout here. This final episode seemed out of character for the entire series even. It was different, it wasn’t awful, but it didn’t feel like Sherlock. It doesn’t feel separate it just feels metaphorically like you got an arm amputated and then have to get a new one that’s not your own but it’s still an arm and you need it but you’re unfamiliar with it and have endless hours of therapy to make it work for you. *SIGH* I’d like to argue that T6T still felt like Sherlock regardless of those reviews but TFP feels stuffed with ideas that it all clashes but at the same time it lacks the time to breathe. Were we supposed to breathe? The characters they are their own, they have the right to be flawed or damaged. But it’s about how anything gets resolved or the lack of it that puts me a off a little.

I’m not even talking about Johnlock I’m talking about Sherlock and John themselves. Their years of the relationship that they’ve built barely survived this season without somebody telling them to do this or do that and practically force them back together and thank god for Sherlock that no one needs to tell him to go over and comfort John at least for that hug. It’s unfortunate that it doesn’t translate to TFP that it was a poor decision for either John or Mycroft not do or even say anything to get the gun out of Sherlock’s chin and made it like Eurus had some humanity instead when she killed 5 people on the same day. Why were they that hasty to make us sympathize with her? But save that Victor=John part because that hits well. I’d to think John filled the hole from to Sherlock’s childhood when John came into his lonely picture and gave the man so much more.

I knew it wasn’t going to happen. Was I hopeful though, yes, but still forever in doubt. But what disappointed me is how they handled these boys like they were so worried about everyone else and let, Mary, Victor and Eurus revolve around Sherlock and John instead of it just being about them. They don’t want to give the “wrong impression” (Edit: I don't think so with the impressions thing. They don't mind us and just let us do what we do anyway) because of the “running joke” that they consider they were doing on the show for these past years. Implied sexuality isn’t a “running joke”. A running joke is when The Doctor mentions how cool his bowtie is, that’s a running joke. You just don’t do that and be oblivious to your own writing. I feel bad for those fans that people say they’re wrong, that there wasn’t any thing between the lines and even directly in the line itself to begin with. No one is wrong it’s just how you see it through the layers and this show has layers and layers and you just can’t look at something and just go “Sure. Ok.” unless there is nothing else to see. Because what’s the fun in that?

But that’s why we loved the show in the first place it’s because of these two men, give them a crime scene and watch them dance together through it and around it while learning more a little bit about themselves ad each other every time. I love Molly Hooper. And I want the best for her. That scene wasn’t the best for her. Was that the point? It was meant to be depressing and tense it was meant for them to break no matter how that means and for me both of them lost. Molly wasn’t sure if Sherlock meant it and Sherlock wasn’t sure himself but cares a lot for Molly and had no choice but to use it against her to save her own life or so he thought. I mean the first scene they considered was Molly should be inside the fucking coffin and solve a puzzle but still meant to lose, I presume, because that’s how the other two challenges went. But I’m proud of Molly though that she stood up for herself countless of times against Sherlock and did the same thing here. But why do I think she doesn’t deserve this is? Because again there is no resolve. And that interview, holy shit, no. NO. She shouldn’t be fine after that and probably got over it and shagged someone. That’s the most thick answer ever. Pretty upset by that.

Their decision on what they did to Eurus. I was damn excited and floored when I knew she was three people. She was a better chameleon than Moriarty was. She was dangerous and sly. But then they reduced her so quickly as being helpless and more mentally unstable as I thought. The main antagonist is helpless and I thought there would be more to it. I’m not saying that Sherlock shouldn’t forgive her. I just wish they didn’t do it so soon. She could be compared to Moriarty and almost an be equal from how she was in TLD and how ruthless she was in TFP. How can they jump back on that when she was there enjoying a violin duet with her big bro?

But the thing is...I want more. I want to see what they will do, and how they will improve with their characters and with the relations they have towards each other. What stories they would tell. I’m still thankful for series 4 because we have something at least, it’s not perfect, not by a long shot but it’s a comforting thought to know that Baker Street is home, Rosie has two incredible dads (PARENT!LOCK IS CANON) in her life and that the boys consider themselves as a family and as home I should say as well. I’m hoping for a series 5. Hell, the conspiracy theories about a 4th episode are damn smart though very, very unlikely at this point that’s saying something that the audience wants improvement. I’m so grateful for this show and to the people involved as well though they are not perfect, but who is? I’m not giving up or letting go.

#sherlock #sherlock spoilers #the final problem #words #long post #sherlock season 4

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nelaradream-blog · 7 years ago

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I Feel you

Please bear with me, as I am not a writer by any means, however I do have things to say!

I was deep in though the other night, thinking about the astral plane and how it effects people differently. Some not knowing that it exists, some all aware that is is there, and other who don't realize that they are even experiencing this plane.

It all started because I felt a little crazy about a thought that I had had, okie maybe not just a though but multiple thoughts. This has been going on in my life for the passed year.

Now I don't presume to be all knowing, or even remotely touching the iceberg of knowing everything about being "awoken" or "enlightened" but what I do know puts me at peace.

Onto my story, about a year ago I had started to have some weird occurrences, some minor like "Deja vu" and others that just seemed out of the ordinary; like my watch being out of time and date.

Like any normal person I went to the jeweler and got the battery replaced, only to be stricken by the same issue , my watch was yet again 3 days and 5 hours behind (or forward!) always the same amount of time.

I started to joke with my boyfriend that I was going back in time, or forward in time, laughing it off like my watch was just crazy and something was wrong with the mechanics inside of it.

That is until one late night dream. My boyfriend had left for work it was a particularly cold night; we had just gotten a pretty severe winter storm the night before and the roads were still pretty covered in snow and ice, I received a text from him saying he almost got hit by a car on his way out of the drive. I consoled him ofcourse and thanked the higher powers that he was still here, but then i remembered a dream that I had had. In this dream, the same scenario played out, but the car hit him and he did not make it. I of course did not repeat this to him until a few days later and I hadn't told him of the dream at all.

The next occurrence I had was alittle bit different. We were driving home from town and I had gotten a weird taste in my mouth (okie everyone has cravings !) but it wasn't just the taste, I could physically feel myself chewing even though I was not currently chewing or eating anything. Popcorn..... "I don’t eat popcorn.. I haven't eaten popcorn since I was young, I don’t really care for it all that much" this particular popcorn is one that I used to eat with my uncle when I was younger, the most amazing popcorn there is "white cheddar popcorn" in the chip isle... pre popped and full of yumminess.

We pulled over a rest stop and I got out and grabbed myself a snack (staying away from the popcorn...I didn't want to feed into that ) at that same moment I looked down at my watch again 3 days 5 hours ahead... "why do you keep deceiving me of the time..." My phone was in the car at the time, and I just wanted to know what time it was so that i could know when we could be returning back into town. (well that was a bust, and now I have to reset the time and date yet again for the umpteenth time)

lets fast forward a fair bit now, recently I went over to someone's house and I swore that the road crew had fixed the road a certain way, upon bringing this up to him I got the "are you serious" look on his face and the "ummm you're nuts" look. I brushed it off.

However, that night after feeling completely crazy because of this "altercation" (which really wasn't an altercation but for a lack of a better word..) I still felt a little down, like there was something off. I started googling schizophrenia(oh lord what a rabbit hole that was!!) But my question was, what is people dont actually have a "disease" as everyone calls it; but they are awoken, or enlightened ? What if (and bear with me on this one) these people are actually seeing, and experiencing things that "normal" people are not? Such as parallel planes, or worlds within our own? Lives that we are living that we don't know about. Different paths that we are on, different forks that in one parallel we went left but in the other we went to the right? I started to think real hard about how many times I had remembered something, that didn't happen. How many times I had swore I told my mother or my sister or my boyfriend or my children's father something but "I" didn't , and how many times that left me feeling crazy, or empty... disappointed in myself. Then I started to wonder, if I indeed had but that I was remembering it from a parallel plane, from a different astral ... that somehow I put myself into one of these parallel (matrix's I guess other people would understand) and went about life for a little while. When is this happening ? Is this why I feel tired when I wake up from 8 hours of rest? Is this why I am always exhausted even though Im not tired? Is this why my body feels like it never shuts off???? So many questions come to my mind, and all i want to do is understand, and not feel like I am crazy for even thinking these things....

And the today happened. I had been talking to two people about this, my boyfriend and my friend I will start calling them Bert and Norma, Norma came into my life abruptly she’s been here for about a month now and I am so very thankful for her presence. She makes even the craziest scenarios sound realistic and like I'm not losing my mind, and she helps me cope with the feelings that come with them(they are not bad feelings by any means. They are just overwhelming feelings, if anything they are excitement happiness and a little bit of fear) Bert has been in my life for 2 years now, though I feel like he has been here for a lot more ( I do believe that has to do with the parallel worlds... which by the way I have counted a total of 4, that is including the one "I" am currently living.) He is a wonderful being, and stand beside me even when I tell him of the craziness that is happening. He has also had some pretty crazy things happen to him and we have in turn had them happen together , I'm not sure if I bring it out in him or if I have just awoken his scenes of "knowing" that it is happening vs just going with the flow and ignoring it.

The whole point in me starting this blog, is to somehow keep track of all of these occurrence's but also to hear about others occurrences and oddities in their lives. Am I going crazy? IS this a "normal" thing that happens to some people? I honestly believe I’m not crazy (say everyone who has ever been "diagnosed" ) but I honestly believe in my heart that I have just opened another astral.

I have always believe my spirit has been alive for a very long time, I have read into auras and chakras , I used to practice runes, and I still to this day read Tarot. I have never feared the unknown, and I have never feared what else could be out there that we do not "see" things we can feel but not touch. I believe I have spirits watching over me, that manifest from time to time. I believe that I have some kind of kinetic energy that I can pass onto others should I choose, and I also believe that even if "you" don't believe in any of these things, that you are also doing the same right now to everyone around you.

I feel you....

#awoken #Schizophrenia #empath #astral #enlightenment #crazy #amicrazy #IAmMe #ImNotCrazy #spirited #spirituality

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