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Matters of Time

Origins Chapter 1

JJ Maybank X Routledge Reader

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Style of Writing: Series

Rating:PG-13 ~ For fluff and cuteness, but some adult commentary or even some triggering content.

Edited: Yes

Word count: 5,105

Post Date & Time: March 23rd 2025 at 5:01 PM

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Listen to the story be read out loud here {coming soon}.

Summary: The reader, her brother (cousin) and all of their best friends go on a adventure of a lifetime. Feelings become muddy as the adventure gets more and more dangerous.

Authors Note: This is a very very VERY slow burn, so beware of that. Updates for this series will most likely be very slow so be warned. Each episode will have chapters for that episode. We hope you guys enjoy our first real JJ Maybank series.

You sit leaned up against JJ who sits right next to you on the scaffolding and you can’t help but feel absolutely content to just stay right there. He keeps one arm around your shoulder and the other holds his beer hooked over the bar in front of you guys. Your own beer sits off to the side completely forgotten about.

“That’s what?” Pope asks, breaking the peaceful silence you all sit in as he looks up at John B who stands on the roof occasionally standing on one foot and trying to balance.

“A three-story fall to the deck…?” Pope continues “I give you about a one-in-three chance of survival,” he finishes off, John B just hums sucking his finger into his mouth before holding it up as if trying to figure out which way the wind blows.

“Should I do it?” He asks after a moment still holding his foot out over the edge.

“Yeah, you should jump,” Pope agrees and you shake your head curling into JJ some more as the wind picks up.

“I’ll shoot you on the way down,” Pope calls out as he holds the drill he’s been playing with up at John B.

“You gonna shoot me?” John B asks as Pope gives out a small ‘yep’ as John B holds out his hand pointing it like his hand is the gun making a ‘pew,’ sound as he pretends to shoot the imaginary gun his hand makes.

“They’re gonna have Japanese toilets with towel warmers,” Kiara speaks up as she walks back out from looking around the house.

“Of course they are. Why wouldn’t they?” JJ asks like it’s a no brainer and you stifle your own laugh into his shoulder at his sarcastic comment making him smile when you do.

You reach out and grab his beer before tossing it back and taking a drink. When you’re done you put it back in his hand and he gives you a look at which you only shrug too. He smirks before shaking his head and only pulling you back into his side.

“This used to be a turtle habitat, but who cares about the turtles, I guess,” Kiara comments with a halfhearted shrug and you scoff looking down at her.

“I’d protest this house a million times if the doofus on the roof would let me. I tried to, but he and doofus number two sitting next to me stopped me,” you add as you look up at your cousin up on the roof and jab an arm into JJ’s side.

“Rude! We just didn’t want you sitting in the slammer again,” JJ protests after he groans and rubs where your elbow had jabbed him in the ribs.

“It’s not like I haven’t done it before. I would have been fine,” you disregard with a shrug before again taking JJ’s beer.

“Doesn’t mean we wanna see ya in there princess,” JJ replies and you smile softly at him trying so hard not to blush.

You go to take another drink of the liquid, but you pout when JJ takes it back. He pokes your nose and you only pout at him even more while crossing your arms.

“You have your own right next to you. Don’t finish mine off,” he points to yours down by your side and you shrug.

“I like stealing yours,” you tell him with a smirk and he playfully gasps.

“Then I’m going to steal yours,” he jokes back and you gasp.

“Now that’s just crossing a line, blue eyes,” you quip to him as if it’s the most serious thing ever and he chuckles, shaking his head before pulling you closer again as well as leaving a small kiss to your forehead.

“I can’t have cold towels,” John B comments, changing the conversation again as he shakes his head after watching you and JJ mess around like the two of you always do.

It brings him a bit of peace whenever he watches you two. He knows, heck everyone knows you and JJ have always been so close. He knows JJ has always had a soft spot for you and you him, but he also knows you two would never in a million years break the no pogue on pogue macking rule. Maybe JJ would, but you would never and JJ respects you enough to not break it if you don’t want him to.

“Can you you please not kill yourself?” Kiara asks as she looks up at John B on the top of the roof.

“I second that!” You call out and giggle when Kiara holds a hand up at you as if to say ‘see I’m not the only sane one here,”

“Don’t spill that beer. I’m not giving you another one,” JJ calls out and you again jab your elbow into his side making him laugh before he tilts the beer back to take another drink.

“I’m the only one that gets to,” you joke with a smirk when JJ rolls his eyes and shakes his head again.

“Only because you steal from me and end up drinking mine then I have to drink yours,” JJ comments and you giggle smiling at him.

“So that means we each get one. If we share them both,” you tell him and again he rolls his eyes at you.

“That actually kind of makes sense…” Pope comments, almost confused by how much sense it actually makes.

“Woah!” John B then shouts and down drops his beer to the ground.

“Oh, shit,” he calls out as he regains his balance and you giggle.

“Of course you did. Like right when I told you not to,” JJ shouts dramatically rolling his eyes and you laugh.

“Smooth,” Kiara muses with a smirk and she turns to look at you to which you shrug, smiling at her.

“A-plus,” JJ remarks as he claps while John B groans from the roof.

“Dumbass,” Kiara comments, making you laugh again as she shakes her head.

“I mean, really…” you add on to Kiara’s words with a playful roll of your eyes.

“Hey!” A new voice calls out making you look over at Pope who leans against the railing.

“Hey, uh, security’s here. Let’s wrap it up,” Pope calls out as he taps the banister railing and turns back to the group.

“Alright. Boys are early today,” John B wanders out loud as he looks over at the officers.

“Humpty Dumpty, let’s roll!” JJ calls out to John B as he looks over at the roof and you bust out laughing.

He then leaves a big kiss on your cheek before pushing off and rolling back behind you. He makes a funny noise as he stands. “Yeah,” John B agrees with JJ as he starts to climb down the side of the roof.

“Let’s go guys,” Kiara calls out and she smiles up at you.

“Gary, is that you?” JJ calls out as he leans over the side of the scaffolding to see what cops had come.

“Get down,” Pope orders with a roll of his eyes as John B finishes climbing down the side of the roof.

“It’s me! Gary, good to see you man!” JJ calls out like he and the cop are old friends and you can’t help but to laugh as you stand behind him.

JJ then swings down off the scaffolding then turns and reaches up to help you down. Once he knows you're on your own two feet he goes over to Pope and Kiara.

“Is it time?” John B asks as he too swings down from the scaffolding behind you.

“You’re just asking for it,” Kiara remarks as JJ comes up to them.

“Isn’t he always?” You ask with a giggle when Kiara just agrees with you.

“Rude! Just rude, Princess,” JJ bursts as he looks aghast at you before wiggling a finger at you.

“What you gonna do about it?” You playfully tease him, bouncing your eyebrows and Kiara gasps before smirking as you run past a shocked JJ.

“Oh, now it’s on,” JJ calls out once his shock wears off and he runs after you.

Kiara shakes her head and laughs before running after the two of you guys as well. You all run though the house all laughing and taunting the police officers. You dodge the guy coming around the corner, but you don’t warn JJ so he ends up almost running into the guy. He thinks fast though and quickly dodges the guy as well. JJ runs in front of you now just as the other cop tries to wrap his arms around him and he again dodges making the cop trip so you can run right behind him.

“Not much of a hugger man,” he turns back to tell the officer before turning back around, he pushes through a small opening and you follow right behind him coming up right beside him as you continue to run now right behind Pope.

“Go, Pope! Go! Go, go, go, go, go, go, go,” JJ calls out as you both continue to run behind him.

You slow down for a moment, but JJ comes up next to you and gives you a small push telling you to keep going. Pope comes to the fence first and jumps over it falling to the ground. You jump over right along with JJ who squats down to a groaning Pope.

“Get up, Pope, fatso’s coming,” JJ tells Pope, tapping him on the butt before standing and rushing around the tree just as fatso gets to the fence.

“Hey! Come here, you little pricks!” Fatso yells out at you guys as he gets stuck trying to jump over the fence.

Kiara and John B then drive up in the Twinkie and he honks the horn. “Bus is leaving!” He shouts out to you guys making you run faster with JJ right by your side.

“Come on guys! Whoo!” Kiara shouts out just as you guys dive in the back.

You land in the very back seat with JJ off to your right as you land laying against him. You then sit up huffing and puffing trying to get air back into your lungs as JJ rubs your lower back for a moment while turning to the back watching the cop run after the bus.

“Check out Gary, gunnin’ for a race,” Pope calls out and you all laugh watching the cop chase after you.

“Come on, Gary!” JJ encourages in a sarcastic vote of confidence.

“Wait. Slow down. Hey! You little pricks!” Gary calls out as he continues to run after the car.

“Come on guys…” you chide with a playful roll of your eyes.

“Yeah, you’re gonna give him a heart attack,” Kiara adds onto your statement with a smirk of her own.

JJ quickly pushes up from where he sits and he carefully rounds you. He stops and looks out the door at Gary, holding a hand out to him.

“You're so close! You can do it!” He playfully pretends to cheer the man on as he leans out of the door reaching his hand out to him and you can’t help but to put your hands to your face as you laugh hard, so hard you almost turn red.

“There you go!” JJ encourages as he throws him a beer, but Gary misses and it flies behind him.

“Ohhh…. They don’t pay you enough, bro!” JJ taunts the poor guys some more, shaking his head which only makes you laugh harder.

“JJ, stop. Stop,” Kiara tells him as she holds up a hand in front of him.

“Oh, come on. That sort of initiative is just begging to be punished,” JJ laughs with a smirk as he leans back into the bus.

Finally he moves back to sit with you again and you're still laughing, making him feel proud of himself. You calm down along with everyone and cuddle into his side again as he wraps his arm around your shoulders. Kiara spares you a look and you fight not to blush at her knowing look. She smiles softly at you before turning around to watch on as John B continues to drive.

John B finishes in the bathroom after just having woken up. He flushes before walking out of the bathroom and through the château. He walks past what’s counted as JJ’s room, the one he mostly uses when he’s not sleeping on the couch or in Y/n’s room with her. As he walks past he catches JJ in the room with some touron he’d met at some point.

“Dude! Come on, man. Get outta here,” JJ tells him, throwing a can at him as he walks past and reaches in to pull the door closed as he leaves.

He then walks into the living room and finds Kiara on the couch where she’d slept. He mutters a “Morning, Kie,” as he walks past her and she sighs out a ‘Morning,’ back. He sees a picture on the wall so he walks over and grabs it before putting it back up onto the wall. He looks at the picture of his parents for a moment before looking up at the picture of his uncle and cousin. A picture he knows his cousin despises to look at so he looks at the next picture that’s just of his uncle who’s supposed to be his and his cousin’s illegal guardian, but has somehow also disappeared again.

It wasn’t out of the ordinary for his uncle to disappear though. His uncle had left y/n with them when she was the raw age of three and since then he’d visit, make her promises he couldn’t keep then just up and leave again. John B has always thought of his cousin as more of a twin sister than a cousin. Every time his uncle would break her heart, both JJ and he would always without fail or hesitation seek to cheer her up.

“Uncle T!” he calls out as he lifts the bottle he holds up and clinks it against the glass.

He then walks to the kitchen and grabs another beer. He walks out of the château onto the porch and finds Pope on the couch.

“Hey,” he calls out to him as he walks up.

“Oy,” Pope replies holding up a hand and John B walks over doing a quick handshake with him.

“Have you seen bee?” He asks Pope about his cousin wanting to check in with her.

“She’s in her hammock. Seemed upset over something… had her headphones in like she does when she wants to ignore the world,” Pope informs him as he points lazily over at the hammocks.

“Okay. Thanks, buddy,” he replies before rushing off as Pope just mumbles out an “hmmm,” before going back to sleep.

John B walks out down the stairs and into the yard. He then walks over and sees his cousin laying in her hammock writing in her journal.

“Bumblebee?” he calls out to you, but you just keep writing.

“Bee…?” he calls out again, now plucking your headphone from your ear.

“Oh. Hi JB,” you nonchalantly greet him and just keep writing.

“You okay there, bee?” he asks with a sad look, knowing you're definitely upset about something.

“I’m fine, JB. Thank you for checking up on me, but I’m good,” you mutter out, but he gives you an unconvinced look, making you sigh.

“Okay. I’m not fine… please just leave me be…” you finally admit and his face falls in sadness for his cousin.

“Is it what I think it is again?” he asks, eyebrow popping up and you just nod, biting your lip as you try to keep the floodgates of tears at bay.

“Do you want some company or maybe cuddles?” he asks, knowing those are the two things that help you and he ignores the small words of “I’ll never be the one that’s enough,” that he reads in your journal pretending he never saw them because you’re journaling is your safe place.

You’ve always been a writer and your journal has all your thoughts and feelings inside of it. He’d never in a million years be the brother that reads your stuff. He respects your privacy even when he does catch small glimpses into it, he never says a word. Yet he can’t help but feel sad for his sister whenever he catches sentences like that, knowing exactly why she’d written it.

“No. JB, really, I’m fine,” you insist and he sighs before laying on his own hammock.

“Yeah, well I don’t give a shit. I’m going to keep you company,” he replies and you roll your eyes as you finally look over at him as he holds his beer out to you.

“You really don’t have to, you know?” You ask him as you take the beer, take a sip before handing it back to him and he shrugs before laying down on his own hammock next to yours, one arm behind his head the other holding his beer on top of his stomach.

“Just pretend I’m not even here,” he tells you and you roll your eyes, playfully annoyed, yet secretly you start to feel better with your cousin brother next to you.

“Oh, DCS called again. Cheryl wants us to come into her office,” you inform him and he groans, covering his face before rubbing it.

“Can’t they just leave us alone…” he groans out and you nod in agreement.

“Really. We’re fine right where we are. Do you suppose we both have to go…” you question and he sighs before taking a drink of his beer.

“I’m guessing they want us both there, bee. Why? You got a hot date or something…?” he asks and you shake your head at him.

“Something like that…” you trail off and he sits up to look at you.

“No shit? You actually have one?” he asks and you giggle at his sudden interest.

“No. Just thought I’d scare ya a bit. You know there’s only one person for me…” you answer him with a smirk that soon falls.

“Yeah I know… why won’t you be coming?” he sympathizes with you before deciding to change the topic and you pause.

“I’m going to my cove…” you inform him and he understands right away.

The cove was a place you, JJ, and John B had found when you were younger. Maybe thirteen or fourteen and it kinda just became your place you’d run to whenever you need time to yourself. JJ, you and John B are the only ones to this day that know about it and that it’s your place. They both know if they can’t find you anywhere else that’s where you’d be. They even started calling it your cove because you just love it so much there.

“Just stay safe, okay? Going out there alone is dangerous. Way to many big ass sandbars out there,” he reverently requests and you smile softly at him.

“I will. Don’t worry, I go there all the time,” you promise him and he shrugs.

“It’s still dangerous. Even if me and JJ are there or not. Just be safe, please,” he practically begs you and you smile appreciatively at him.

“Really, JB. I promise I’ll be safe,” you reiterate and he grins at you, pleased with your answer.

“Alright, John, it’s come to our attention that you and your sister are unemancipated minors living on your own,” Cheryl starts as she walks into the room and takes a seat at her desk taking off her glasses as she sighs.

“Had Bee been here, Cheryl would’ve been chewed out for that one,” John B thinks as he rolls his eyes at the use of his name.

He doesn’t even correct her on her comment about y/n being his sister because as far as he’s concerned, she is. It’s on all their paperwork that they are cousins, but anyone that really truly knows them knows they’re more like siblings. Cheryl learned this back when his uncle first took custody after his dad disappeared. She called y/n his cousin and he immediately corrected her that she was his sister.

“No… no,” John B scoffs rolling his eyes and she gives him a strict look.

“No,” he finalizes with his eyebrows raised and she gives him a look of disappointment.

“John, I need honesty to help you. That’s what we both want, right?” she asks and he shrugs nonchalantly. “I’m being honest,” he easily lies to her and she sighs.

“Okay. Then where’s your sister?” she asks and John B looks right at her.

“She had an appointment. Couldn’t make it,” he again nonchalantly answers with another shrug and Cheryl fights back a groan.

“Okay… then when was the last time you spoke to your uncle?” she asks as she looks down at her paperwork before looking back up at him.

“Uh… thirty four minutes ago,” he tells her as he sarcastically looks at his wrist that definitely doesn’t have a watch on it.

“When was the last time either you or y/n saw him?” she asks very pointedly as she starts to write his answers down on her paperwork.

“Two hours and… forty three minutes ago?” he answers like it’s a question before shrugging as he just hopes she’ll buy what he himself knows he’s making up.

“We had a good ol’ family lunch together,” he makes up on the spot and she goes quiet for a moment as she sets her pen down to look at him.

“John, we’re gonna come out there tomorrow to talk to your uncle. If he’s not there, we’re gonna move forward with foster care. For both you and y/n,” she informs him as she picks up her pen.

“I want to assure you, we’re going to find you both a safe and loving home,” she finishes off and he just nods along.

What they don’t know is that John B, nor you would do everything in your power not to be separated. You both would stay together and in your home no matter what. John B had made that promise to himself a long time ago; that no matter what happens it’s him and his sister against the world and nobody was or is going to ever take it from him. That’s what he thinks of as now Kiara, JJ and Pope sit by the fire on the beach just talking and laughing as John B sits over on a small hill trying to figure out just how to keep himself and his cousin together.

“Holy shit,” John B comments when the idea hits him as he watches the news on the Tv where the anchor woman is warning people about hurricane Agatha.

He looks at the lady next to him as if to ask her what she thinks and she mumbles out a “I don’t know,” while shaking her head. He looks back at the tv a moment before backing out of the crowd of people watching the tv. He walks out of the shop and says hi to Howie as he passes the man. The storm alarm blares and people all run around screaming for things as they scramble to get ready for the storm. He walks out to the pier and stops for a moment to make a phone call.

“JB? What’s up?” You ask through the phone and he shakes his head.

“Looks like that assessment won’t be happening, bee… I’m gonna call right after this and ‘reschedule’ it,” he informs you and you let out a happy laugh.

“Thank God! I was so dreading it!” You tell him and you chuck a rock in the water.

“Okay. I’ll see you at home then?” he asks as he hears wind behind you and you pause.

“Bee?” he asks when you don’t respond.

“Ugh, fine. I went to my cove… now I’m stuck on a sandbank and can’t get the pogue off of it…” you sheepishly admit and he groans, rubbing his face.

“Okay. Uh, call JJ. Ask him to get Pope on his dad’s boat and pull you off. Send him your location. I have to make this call really quick,” he explains and you nod even though he can’t see you.

“Okay… I’m sorry, JB. I started home as soon as the weather changed,” you promise him and he nods, sighing.

“It's okay, bee. JJ will help you. Just call him,” he tells you and you nod again before he’s hanging up the phone.

Once you end the call with your cousin you sigh, setting your phone on the small dash space above the wheel and trying to get the pogue off of the sandbank once more. You groan, letting your head lean against the wheel for a moment when it doesn’t move even an inch and pick up your phone again. You battle with yourself for a few minutes before finding JJ’s number and clicking the call button.

“Hia, Princess. What’cha need?” he picks up on the second ring, chirping ever so happily into the phone as he always does and your heart leaps.

“So, umm…” you pause, biting your lip and he hums, hinting at you to go on.

“I got the pogue stuck on a sandbank. JB says he’s not able to come out to help me. Can you maybe ask Pope if he can use his dad’s boat and come pull me off of it?” You ask him and fear creeps up though him as his eyes widen.

“Woah woah, you went out in the pogue now?!” he asks and you bite your lip again.

“To be fair. I went out before there was any indication of a storm. I started to head home right as the weather started to change,” you inform him, biting your lip and he sucks a deep breath in while pinching his nose.

“Okay. Okay. Send me your location,” he tells you and you hum out in confirmation as you pull the phone away from your ear and put it on speaker.

You hear him rushing somewhere and then you can vaguely make out a conversation with Pope. While he talks to him, you shoot him your location and wait a few minutes.

“There, it’s sent to you,” you inform him after a moment and you hear the conversation stop for a moment.

“Okay. We’ll be there soon. Hold on babe, we’re coming,” he quickly rushes out before hanging up, leaving you a mess of emotions.

While you wait you take the time to remind yourself that JJ always uses nicknames and pet names. The ones he calls you don’t mean anything, but whenever he does use a pet name for you, you can’t help but feel pure happiness. Finally after a few minutes you see another boat come into view and immediately recognize it. The boat pulls up right in front of the pogue and you can’t help but smile when you see both JJ and Pope. JJ rushes over and hops onto the pogue just as Pope gets the other boat stopped.

“You okay, princess? No injuries?” he asks over the growing wind as he ties a line to the boat before coming over to you and you smile up at him.

“I’m okay, JJ. No injuries. Promise,” you reply as he seemingly looks you over and he smiles softly at you when he deems your words true before pulling you into a tight hug.

“Come on, then. Let’s get you outta here before the storm goes crazy,” he tells you as he holds out his hand for you and you smile while taking it. He helps you over onto the Heyward boat before hopping back over himself.

“You okay there, bee?” Pope teasingly asks and you slap him in the shoulder as you walk past.

“I’m very okay. Thank you for coming to rescue me,” you reverently tell them and JJ grins big and wide.

“Anything for you, Princess,” he tells you as he comes over next to you.

Pope works hard, revving the boat's engine a couple of times and soon he’s able to pull the pogue off of the sandbank. You sit down on the back bench and JJ comes alongside you. You shiver unintentionally and JJ raises an eyebrow at you.

“You cold?” he asks and you shrug lightly as you start to rub your arms.

“A little. The wind really picked up while I was waiting for you. I don’t have anything to cover up with,” you inform him and he frowns as he realizes you’re only wearing your suit.

“Where’s your sweater? You always wear that thing,” he asks, referring to your favorite sweater you’d once stolen from him and you shake your head refusing to tell him why you’re not wearing it.

“You’ll laugh at me if I tell you,” you tell him as you shiver some more and he sighs before pulling you into his side.

“I won’t laugh,” he reassures with a frown and you sigh.

“Fine. Promise me you won’t?” You ask with a look of skepticism.

“Come on, Princess, you know me. I won’t laugh at you,” he points out and you sigh again, trying to gain the courage.

“It stopped smelling like you…” you admit, not looking at him as you wait for the laughs to start.

“Awe, princess. I’m flattered, really, but you should be wearing it. We don’t need you getting cold,” he finally speaks and you look up at him, he looks amused yet there’s no hint of laughter on his face.

“Also, if you wanted it to smell like me, shoulda just asked,” he now jokes and you roll your eyes, slapping him lightly on the chest.

“Oh yeah, cause I’d definitely come up to you and say ‘Hey JJ. Your sweater that I wear doesn’t smell like you anymore… mind changing that?’ I don’t think so,” you sarcastically reply with a roll of your eyes and he shrugs.

“Something like that. I know it calms you. I woulda done something about it in a heartbeat,” he nonchalantly informs you and you feel like your heart might just beat out of your chest.

“Good to know. Thanks, JJ. Hey, Pope, hear that?” You ask the other boy on the boat and he chuckles.

“Oh, that JJ’s your bitch! Yeah, I heard it!” Pope jokes, making you smirk as JJ’s mouth drops open.

“What?! No I'm not!!!” he defends himself, making both you and Pope appease him by just agreeing.

To Be Continued…

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thealexchen · 8 days ago

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For those who don't know, Julian Stamboulieh (played a small part "Nickels") had Olivia Lepore (Swann) on his stream of Lost Records Bloom & Rage Tape 1! Luc Baghadoust from Dontnod and other crew members also showed up in the chat throughout. She's a delight, very sweet and just like Swann, and had a lot of great behind the scenes insights during the streams, so I recommend them if you have the time! Here are some highlights:

Olivia and the rest of the cast did voiceover recordings separately from motion capture. This is different from Deck Nine's approach of full voice, face, and body performance capture. However, Olivia and co. still acted out all their lines of dialogue during motion capture before re-recording them in the booth.

Swann's bunny t-shirt design is a reference to Olivia's real life pet bunnies! The two bunnies are designed after her pets Marbles and Pebbles, and the "M&P" logo on the shirt is a reference to their names 🥹

Olivia's favorite character is Nora! She loves Nora's endless energy and all the energy Amelia Sargisson brought to the role.

Olivia originally auditioned for Kat, and tried to channel all her cool kid energy into her audition, but then got a callback for Swann. She joked, "I thought I had sent in this amazing tape that was edgy, confident, like so good, and her [cinematic director] idea was like, 'Wow, so this girl could be awkward!'"

During the playground sequence when the girls are talking before they start searching for Autumn's keys, Nora and Kat's actors are sitting/standing on a REAL swingset that the crew built for the mocap soundstage!

The crew had Olivia pet either a plush cat or a cardboard box whenever Swann is petting her cat

All of the 2022 scenes in the bar are also mocapped, including Swann in first person. Olivia describes it as "arm/hand acting" and she had to be more conscious of her hand movements during those scenes.

The iconic overlook scene when the girls are dangling their legs over the platform and admiring the sunset was also a real platform! The crew had the actors climb up a ladder onto some scaffolding that they could sit on.

Olivia likes horror, particularly the "Scream" franchise, but also describes herself as a "huge scaredy cat." She says she'd love to be in a horror game!

"Olivia, who's your favorite love interest for Swann?" "All of them. No question."

Olivia's favorite line to record in Tape One (and maybe the whole game) is "Hey! Poop!"

Olivia says Swann's character and the game also meant a lot to her as it has to fans, and playing Swann was "quite healing" in a lot of ways.

#lost records bloom and rage #lost records bloom & rage #olivia lepore #lrbr #my post #swann holloway #autumn lockhart #kat mikaelsen #nora malakian #dontnod #dontnod entertainment #lost records: bloom & rage #lost records: bloom and rage #lr: b&r

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silverskye13 · 1 year ago

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Ooooo it was so hard picking just one prompt, but for the Situation Game- Could you do #48? Enemy caretaker fic with Tanguish and Wels? Tanguish finds Wels unconscious and (against his better judgement) takes care of him until he wakes up. (Alternatively, you could do Helsknight and Tango, if that first prompt doesn't click. I've been drawing those two interacting so they've been on my mind lol)

He hadn't expected to find him there, was the thing. Tango had asked him to go check through Decked Out while he was gone -- some meetup with Impulse and Zed, it sounded like it would take awhile. Tanguish had heard rockets and wisely hid, and then the rockets left. He assumed someone was dropping something off, or maybe had planned to see Tango only to realize Tango wasn't there. And maybe that was exactly what happened.

The important thing was: Tanguish didn't hear what direction the rockets went. He didn't hear the Warden caged downstairs growl or shriek. He didn't hear a crash, or a scream, or any other indication that an accident had happened. So when he stumbled on Welsknight on the lowest floor of Decked Out, unconscious, it had been... Well it had been a shock. He hadn't even known it was a person at first. He saw a bundle of something on the ground, and he placed down the shulker box he'd been carrying and went over to investigate. When the pile of elytra and armor resolved itself into Welsknight, Tanguish froze, heart racing.

(He should leave him here.)

It wasn't a kind thought, but Tanguish was, rightly, he thought, terrified of Welsknight. If their situations were switched, and it was Welsknight walking up on Tanguish crumpled and unconscious on the floor, he was sure the knight would kill him and he done with it. Just one less problem to deal with. Simple. And while Tanguish was far from able to kill in cold blood -- or killing in general -- leaving the knight here would serve a similar end. Not his problem. He would wake up, or he wouldn't. Tango would find him, or he wouldn't. Whatever happened, it didn't have to be Tanguish that dealt with it.

Except, standing over Welsknight, Tanguish was struck by how much he looked like Helsknight. Their differences were unmistakable up close. He was an inch or two shorter, his hair a sun-gilded auburn, and even bruised he looked gentler, like the world had been kind to him. Their resemblance was brotherly, something about the build and the set of the jaw. But it was enough that Tanguish imagined Helsknight crumpled on the ground somewhere, and how terrible it would be to leave him behind. So, lanced with guilt that made no sense, but compelled to act on it regardless, Tanguish set to work making sure the fool knight didn't die.

Tanguish didn't have much on his person to help with healing, and even if he knew where Tango kept potions, it would be a long climb back up to the Decked Out storage room. He did his best to check for broken bones, looking for odd angles or swelling or crooked joints and finding none. He had to take off the knight's helmet to check for a head injury, found a pretty decent welt, but nothing that suggested blood or breaking.

Tanguish glanced around. They weren't really in the safest place. Beneath the unfinished game, scaffolding blocks and incomplete redstone lines cast long shadows where creatures spawned and congregated, and it wouldn't do to get them both killed by a spider or a zombie down here. Tanguish tentatively explored around, and managed to find a suitably defensible crevasse (a hole in the wall really, probably dug out while Tango was measuring something or other to do with the game). He circled his arms around Welsknight's chest and, as gingerly as possible, tried to drag him in that direction. Then less gingerly, when the knight barely budged. And then Tanguish slumped to the ground because, gods and saints, were people always that heavy? He knew he wasn't the strongest, but he could carry his own weight up the side of a building. Surely he could drag a knight a couple dozen blocks?

Tanguish huffed out a sigh and stared down at Welsknight thoughtfully. "You're more trouble than you're worth, you know that?"

(That was mean. Even enemies were worth saving, so long as they didn't do something mean to make him regret it after.)

Tanguish took another pensive look around, and content nothing was about to attack him for his efforts, knelt and began taking the knight's armor off. He had a little knowledge of all the different buckles and bracers and how they worked (he'd seen Helsknight take them on and off a thousand times). It took some fumbling, especially around the chest plate, where he had to gently turn Welsknight over and prop him up, and support his head because flopping around on his neck like that couldn't be good for him, and, gods, this was stupid and awkward and terrible. He really, really should've just left. But then he was done, and when he slipped his arms around the knight to drag him again, he actually managed to move him a few steps without his back breaking, so he took that as his sign from the universe to keep going.

Tanguish wanted the universe to know he tried to be gentle. He wasn't big and strong like Helsknight (and probably Welsknight too). He couldn't casually pick up people and carry them around, or throw them over his shoulders. And if Welsknight were conscious enough for a piggy back ride, Tanguish was pretty sure he would just fall over if he tried to take a step. So dragging the knight two dozen blocks to a little hidey hole in the wall was the best, safest, and really only option at his disposal. Once inside, he scurried out to his shulker box, snatched it up, and dropped it in the entrance to the hiding place so anything that might want to come in would have a harder time. He wished there was something useful inside. He had planned on mob proofing while Tango was gone, stringing around glow lichen so his double would have a safer time working on his game. He had a few snacks, some water, and about a stack and a half of lichen left. That was all he'd bothered to bring with him. Now he wished he had brought something actually helpful.

Tanguish weighed his options, staring down at the still unconscious knight. Leaving sprung to his mind first -- Welsknight was reasonably safe now. The chances of something finding him was relatively small, and if he hung up some glow lichen before he left, the light might ward off anything that did notice him. He thought about maybe bringing the knight to hels, where he might find some help. But that help would probably be Helsknight, and he didn't know how much he trusted those two together. He was... Reasonably sure Helsknight wouldn't kill his double while he was unconscious, but he had no idea what he would do when Welsknight woke up. And Welsknight probably wouldn't take kindly to waking up in hels anyway. He could try to get help? Wander around the server just hoping he stumbled upon Tango, alone? No. No he wasn't going to do that.

Tanguish sighed, rolled his eyes at his own powerlessness. After a few more moments of deliberation, he pulled out his water and a few clumps of lichen. He had a half-remembered thought from somewhere that lichen could be medicinal. He had no idea if this lichen was, but he at least knew it was spongy and could hold a bit of water. He made himself a little ball with the stuff, soaked it, and gingerly placed it against the lump on Welsknight's head. He knew his hands would chill it, and frost crept around his fingertips the longer he held his makeshift compress. He pillowed the knight's head in his lap -- it seemed the most comfortable for both of them in the combined space -- and settled in to wait until Tango came back, or Welsknight awoke, and he hoped the knight would either be too incoherent or too grateful to kill him if the waking came first.

Outside his little hideaway, Tanguish listened to the sounds of monsters crawling to life. The tip-tap-skitter of spider legs. The moans and grumbles of the nearly sleepwalking dead. The occasional croaking mutter of an enderman. He didn't hear creepers (He didn't think anyone could hear creepers.) They crept around on quiet claws, a breath of fur and dark, glaring expressions. One snuck up to his hideaway and peered inside, gazing at him with bottomless black eyes. It hissed, smelling or sensing him and trying, vainly, to threaten him. It couldn't come through the wall, and it didn't give off its tell-tale flashing. Tanguish narrowed his eyes at the thing and hissed back, a keening noise that sent a shiver down his spine, and echoed off the walls of his little hideaway like a sculk shrieker. The creeper lurched backward (most natural things feared sculk on an instinctual level) and it scuttled away into the dark. Tanguish snorted in the general direction of the fleeing creature, and looked down at Welsknight. He gently moved his compress, and felt some satisfaction at seeing the swelling had gone down.

"You know, you knights really are strange sometimes," Tanguish informed the unconscious Welsknight, as though he could hear. "All the armor, and the oaths, and reckless danger -- and you're just as mortal as the rest of us." Tanguish leaned his head back against the wall behind him. "Do you have tenets like Helsknight does? Stuff you swore to do? You've got to, right? That's what makes you a knight, instead of just a guy with a sword."

Tanguish's tail twitched thoughtfully. "You and Helsknight feel the same way about technicalities, so you probably can't truly lie. You just dance around the truth a little, like he does. Let people come to their own conclusions... You shouldn't do that."

Tanguish readjusted his compress. "It makes people feel patronized, like you think they're too stupid to figure out what you're saying. And it makes us feel stupid for trusting you. Like on the aqueduct. I didn't really have a choice but... I really did believe I was safe. It was... Cruel... To take that back."

Tanguish felt nervousness reignite in his stomach, a turning and writhing at the danger he was in, implicitly.

"That would be like me waiting for you to wake up, just to hurt you," Tanguish said quietly, his free hand dipping down to the dagger on his hip. The cold metal, the waiting intention the weapon held, felt almost electric and alive against his fingertips. "All this trouble and effort to keep you safe, discarded over something as petty as who the universe likes best." He thought about Helsknight, and the importance he placed on time. "What a terrible waste of time."

Tanguish sighed and studied the ceiling, tracing the textures in the stone overhead with his eyes. He could see the pickaxe marks where Tango had tunneled this out, long gouges and sharp-edged chips.

"I think I understand why he feels the way he does about you. About all of you. You don't understand what you have." Tanguish looked down at the knight, who, despite what had surely been a terrible fall, merely looked like he slept. "It isn't just death that's a mild inconvenience. Everything is. Eternity is sitting in front of you. Even the largest problems, miseries that could span decades, will be nothing in the blink of an eye. There is no such thing as wasted time. There is no discomfort in doing something badly, or even passably. There's just... The endless possibility to try again. Even my saving you right now is, at best, a very odd, kind gesture, because you don't have a limited number of times to come back. There's no fear in the universe deciding this time it will just swallow you. What I'm doing is meaningless, so meaningless it might not even change your opinion of me, unless it's impressive to you that someone who shouldn't have bothered, did. Impressive, and not terribly stupid."

(He was starting to feel terribly stupid, all things considered.)

Movement caught Tanguish's eye, and he sat quietly as some monster or another passed their hiding place, shuffling off in the dark.

"There's no urgency for change." Tanguish whispered. "There's no pressure for legacy. It's like building sand castles in the desert, with no waves to knock them down. There's no reason to find them precious, no urgency to finish before the tide comes, no cherishing the seconds before they're weathered away. They'll just be there tomorrow, or the next time you get around to paying them attention. It's a beautiful gift, and you have no context to appreciate it. I understand why. You've never lived anything different to give you perspective... But I also understand why he hates you for it."

Tanguish blinked out at the world beyond his little keyhole, where danger stalked, undisturbed and wholly uninterested in him.

"No wonder the universe makes us," Tanguish said. "Why else would you have any reason to change?"

Tanguish looked down at Welsknight again. He studied the knight's face, all the things about him that stayed steadfast and unchanging, uncaring that his existence weathered Helsknight away everyday. That he was a wave, and Tanguish and Helsknight and everyone like them were just sand castles waiting.

"You probably won't," Tanguish murmured, "but I hope someday you figure out how to love him. Love the parts of yourself you hate so much right now. Helsknight is terrifying, and overbearing, and too strong for his own good. He walks through the world like he wishes he could bully it into being fair." Tanguish let out a breath. "But he tries so hard to be good, and any goodness I've learned, I think I learned from him. In spite of him. Because of him."

A sadness washed through him then, and Tanguish spoke soberly. "Someday it will be just you and Tango. A month from now. Or a year. Or whatever our lifetimes amount to. When that day comes, I hope you'll look at each other, and somewhere, me and Helsknight will glimpse each other again. I hope whatever the end looks like, it isn't lonely."

Tanguish fell silent, waiting with infinite patience for Welsknight to wake. He must have dozed off, because he roused to the sound of a groan, and Welsknight slowly rolling over to reach the sore spot on the back of his head. Tanguish held his breath. He probably should have figured out what he was going to do when Welsknight woke up. He had no plan, no idea-- hels he was trapped in a confined space with him! Wait -- his coin. Right.

Welsknight's eyes fluttered open. He frowned first in confusion, then recognition, and then Tanguish's coin was in his fist and he was gone.

In hels, Tanguish leaned against the front door of the house, eyes closed, trying to calm his breathing. It really shouldn't be a big deal. Welsknight hadn't even had the time to threaten him. It was just the residual terror of past bad experiences, the adrenaline rush of realizing he was trapped in a room with a tiger. But he was home now, and he shouldn't be afraid -- didn't have to be afraid.

"You're home early," Helsknight said, sounding concerned, and very close by. He must have been writing at the table. In the time Tanguish had been forcing himself to calm, Helsknight stood and cautiously crossed to him. "Did something happen?"

(Did Welsknight happen?)

"N-no," Tanguish said unconvincingly. And further discredited himself by stepping forward, and hugging Helsknight. He could feel Helsknight's concerned frown in his posture, in the slow way he hugged him back, offering confused comfort.

"Are you... sure?"

"Just glad you're still here," Tanguish said.

"Ah." Helsknight hummed, as though he understood. His hug deepened a bit. "Still here. Are you?"

"I think so."

"Good. I guess I'm glad too, then."

#Situation Asks #calicocantaloupe #tanguish #welsknight #helsknight #(at the very end)#a lot of existentialism in this one whoops :3 #contemplating (im)mortality #rns ficlet

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thesleepyfable · 8 months ago

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~ SWTD: Still Here AU ~ Part 4

He's Still in There: Part 2:

The second half is here. Addair is next. This is currently the longest chapter, and it might be for this entire mini-series. You'll notice I've experimented with my writing style here and there, but I hope you all still enjoy!

TW: Needle. Just one needle.

Part 5:

'Muir? I'm here.' The sound of heavy footsteps moved towards Innes, and the unmistakable silhouette came into view. 'Muir-' A tendril grabbed Innes' ankle and pulled him towards the centre of the deck, but it made sure he didn't collide with any dangerous equipment. He sheltered his face with crossed arms and waited until he came to a stop after nearly 5 seconds. Not much, but that's because you're not Innes, who was quiet frankly shitting himself. Giving himself a moment to process what had just happened, he lowered his arms, whilst Muir let him go, towering over him, casting a shadow.

The pair were silent. Their eyes locked. Muir's full of hurt. Innes' full of regret.

Sunil, McLurg and Dobbie peered through the container, then left their hiding position. They knew the fog would act as good enough cover, but they had to be quiet. Hard to do with metal practically everywhere. Every step and breath counts. Sunil lead and managed to get under a collapsed piece of the rig, but it wasn't big enough for all of them. It acted as a tunnel and you had to army crawl to move. McLurg and Dobbie stayed hidden behind a large stack of crates. Sunil crawled until he was somewhat out of hiding to observe.

'Innes...'

'Yeah, I'm here, mate.' Innes awkwardly stumbled to his feet, not taking his eyes off Muir. He was terrified and Muir knew that. He could hear his heartbeat. It hurt. Everything hurt. He couldn't describe or compare the pain. His mind was being pulled in all directions, and whenever he had a moment of clarity, there was a sudden pressure crushing his brain. Muir wanted to let go, but something deep down made him hold on. Fight through the pain.

'Why did you run?'

'I...I'm sorry, but I was scared and-'

'You left me!'

Tendrils suddenly shot out in all directions and Muir reared his head back, letting out an ear-piercing scream that turned into a wail. Innes stood still. Tears rolled down his face. The guilt washed over and consumed him. A lump in his throat formed. If he could turn back time, he would have stayed, but he panicked. No one could blame him. It was out of instinct.

He spotted Sunil out of the corner of his eye. Both exchanged a look before turning back to Muir, who's tendrils had now planted themselves across the deck in all directions. He hung his head in shame and wished to just disappear. Innes found the courage to move closer and place a hand on the hard-hat, making sure to not touch the flesh Just keep him focused.

'Hey. Remember that time you hit me?' Well, that caught Muir's attention. The look of pain turned into confusion, and he slightly raised his head. 'It was only your second week here and I had you carry the replacement scaffolding because I couldn't be fucking bothered. You didn't hear what I said and turned, and skelped me in the face. Gave me ten stitches and a reason to grow a beard.'

Sunil couldn't believe what he had just heard. His mouth was agape, brows furrowed and head tilted. McLurg mouthed 'what the fuck?' And poor Dobbie just had a look of defeat on his face and stared at the ground, expecting it to have the answers.

A chuckle. Then another. Soon it became a laugh. A mix of relief and the memory itself. Muir reared his head back again in laughter. The fog had been lifted. His mind was his own again. Still didn't stop the chronic pain shooting through his body or the fact he was now ironically half-blind, but that didn't matter. Whatever it was telling him to not give up worked.

'I say I did you a favour.'

The guilt left Innes. His posture relaxed, his heart rate calmed, and he smiled. He began to laugh along.

'Still a smart one, aren't ya?'

'Well, someone has to be.'

They continued to laugh until it hurt. All the years of smoking caused Innes to have a small coughing fit and Muir kept laughing until he had to stop. Neither of the men could describe how they felt. Relief? Happiness? No, it was something else but they couldn't put their finger on it, or they didn't want to admit it.

A tendril wrapped around Innes' waist. A hug from Muir. Innes returned the favour and hugged what he could of Muir's neck. Neither wanted to let each other go.

Sunil, McLurg and Dobbie left their hiding spots yet kept their distance. It was very obvious from their perspective how much the pair loved each other. Not their place to judge. They just wanted to go to Accommodation. It was the best place to find others. Kelly should still be in his room and Scooby did take off in that direction.

'Oi, Love Birds?!' McLurg really wanted to go to Accommodation. 'Can we go now-?'

Suddenly The Beria began to shake. The terrible sound of metal bending rang through their ears. Muir pulled the men towards him and used his body to act as a shield. His tendrils planted themselves firmly after one of his legs slipped and gave out. He moved to regain his footing, but his vision began to blur. After a moments panic, he felt a twitch in the back of his head. Something grappling to the back of his mind was slipping away, like a plug being removed from the socket. His sight quickly returned to normal when the feeling stopped.

He wasn't the only one. Trots, Gibbo and even Caz went through the same experience. The Shape that had been trying to lure them in was getting quieter. It's song fading.

The rig came to a halt.

'Right,' Innes said, catching his breath he had been holding for the last several seconds. He turned to Sunil, McLurg and Dobbie. 'You three go find the others. I'll stay here with Muir.' Because he was too big to fit inside, let alone get up the stairs. 'Just let them know we're out here getting the lift ready if we need it.' The lift was fine.

Despite the ribbon-like things blocking the doors and making themselves at home in the corridors, it was comforting to feel the warmth from the inside. They'd still be outside battling the rain and fog for hours. Of course they knew that, but it was still nice to feel the damp leave their uniform and they can literally hang up their hard-hats. Voices came from the crew lounge and they followed, happy to see just how many members were there in wait. However, McLurg couldn't help but give a look to Scooby, who hung his head and moved away from his window seat. McLurg was quick to take it.

Gibbo and Trots were the obvious standouts. To make room for them, especially Gibbo, all the tables and chairs were pushed to the side and the jukebox moved into the corridor. Roy sat in the corner injecting his much needed insulin into his arm. Trots was wearing his black polo jumper and gray trench coat whilst lighting another smoke for himself. Today was the perfect excuse to take up smoking for the first time in a decade. Raffs was shakily holding a coffee by the door. Brodie and Caz stood by Roy. The latter patted him on the shoulder and told him to rest.

Sunil did a quick head count. All of the deck crew were here, minus Innes and Muir. No Finlay, Roper, Davros, Archie and most of Engineering and Pontoons. Oh and Rennick. Still more than 70% of the staff were here. Dobbie rushed to Gibbo and began to ask a flurry of questions.

'You lot seen Innes and Muir?' Raffs asked Sunil, offering him the rest of his coffee, to which he refused.

'Still on the Deck. Muir has been infected, but he's fine. He's too big to fit inside, though. Where's everyone else?'

'Caz and I are going to get Archie then Roper,' Brodie explained as the pair went to leave. 'He called and said he's radioing for help but the power keeps dying. We lost Gregor. Don't know where anyone else is.'

Douglas, who was sat besides Kelly and had been explaining what he'd miss, overheard. 'I saw Finlay in Engineering. She might still be there helping O'Connor.'

'Why, what's going on down...' Caz's voice trailed off, whilst his eyes widened and everyone else mirrored his expression. The pieces slowly came together and the men all shared the same dread.

'...Shit.'

Innes sat on the container he used to hide from Muir. The fog lifted and snow began to fall. Fitting for Christmas. The weather out in the middle of the North Sea was unpredictable. One minute there wasn't a cloud in the sky. Give it an hour and hail could be bouncing off you. He lit a cigarette and sighed. He watched Muir 'sit' by tucking his legs under his body like a cat. A part of him wanted to laugh, but he didn't know if that would cause offence.

'How do you know what you're doing?'

'Eh...Good question. I actually don't know. I just knew this is how I sit now.'

Innes raised a brow and pursed his lips. 'And how does that make ye' feel?'

A pause. Muir didn't know. At least to some extent. He knew he wasn't 'human' anymore, but his mind was in tact, yet he knew how to work this mutation as if he has always been this way. He made a motion similar to a shrug. 'Weird. I'm gonna miss my hair.'

'I'm sure it'll grow back. Your beard's still kicking.'

'What, like Rennick is now?'

They shared a small laugh together, then fell quiet. Both looked out to the endless vastness the sea offered as a view. God how they both missed home. Remind me why they decided to work through Christmas? Because neither could remember. It wasn't for the money. Both just agreed after hearing that one or the other would be here. Wasn't the first time either. No, they knew why.

'What going to happen to me?' Because Muir didn't know. He knew he could never walk down a main road to do a daily shop or even enter a house anymore. It stung. Strange how the mundane was something to crave when you realise it's gone.

'I'm not sure.' Innes had to be honest. 'But I'll be with you.' He held out a hand and Muir accepted by gently wrapping a tendril for Innes to stroke with his thumb.

The sound of the catwalk above caught their attention. Caz and Brodie could be seen sprinting to Administration. The pair noticed them and stopped.

'You fellas alright?!' Caz called.

'We're fine. Where you two going?'

'To stop that Rennick bastard from taking off without us. Archie needs to get help, but he needs to know what's happening. Then we're gonna fetch Roper.'

'Good plan.'

'Oi, McLeary!' Muir called. 'Give Rennick a good kick up the arse.'

#Still Wakes the Deep #Still Wakes the Deep: Still Here AU #My Writing

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rotwings · 7 days ago

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guilty pleasure ৎ୭ sarah cameron x fem!reader series

chapter i. idiots in the wild

warnings: mentions of alcohol, underage drinking

wordcount: 1427

The life of Y/N L/N had become rather tedious since the beginning of summer. She used to love it; a couple of years prior, the mere thought of the season would have bubbled something far more than exasperated and as high from her plush lips: excitement, thrill. She used to consider the sultry weather to be tropical, and rosy stains on her cheeks were the summer's kiss. Now, if the months were to pass by her like an icy wind, Y/N would hardly shiver.

She spent another quiet day imprinting in her own employment. The view from behind the counter of her family's surf shop was only there to mock her; she was sure. A bustling crowd of free-spirited teenagers inhabited the quaint beach that lay only a hundred metres away from Y/N, which made the cedar wood panels and glass windows surrounding her feel more like a cage. She was sure that if she spent another minute there, she'd drive herself insane.

So when John B had honked the horn of the Twinkie outside, Y/N pounced at the opportunity to abandon her shift and take off to the mainland with her friends. Her petulance buried itself the moment she felt the sun blazing over her skin, tossed aside as Y/N began to remind herself of what she truly loved.

The fresh scent of sea salt rippled through the air as she observed the oceanfront view of the renovation project that she and her friends had declared as their own for the evening. Her legs dangled off the scaffolding as she rested her face against the cool metal railing, eyelashes fluttering as she battled with the water's lullaby that thrashed softly against the rocks below. To keep herself from slumber, she occupied her eyes with the tangerine horizon.

In her peripheral view, John B inched his way closer to the edge of the rooftop, balancing himself on one leg once he reached it.

"What a daredevil," Y/N quipped, amusement riddled between her words as she grinned at him.

John B looked at her through one eye, half of his face scrunched behind his splayed hand to fend off the sun. "You know me, Y/N/N," he smirked, "Always livin' life on the edge."

"That's what, a three-storey fall to the deck?" Pope chimed in from below them, on the deck by himself. "I give you a one-in-three chance of survival.

Humming, John B licked his finger and held it in the air, testing the direction of the wind. "Should I do it?" He asked.

"Yeah, you should jump!" Pope, who had found a drill in his possession, encouraged. He pointed it upwards, aiming at John B. "I'll shoot you on the way down."

"You're going to shoot me?" John B shot back, literally, with finger guns. He mimicked the sound of gunfire, rapidly pulling the imaginary trigger on the boy below.

Y/N chuckled lowly at the scene in front of her, leaning back as she brought a can to her lips. The bitterness of the beer stained her tongue, a lingering fuzzy sensation left behind by the lukewarm liquid. Immediately, she regretted not leaving it somewhere more shaded.

"They're going to have Japanese toilets with towel warmers," Kiara reported when she returned from the inside of the building. gushing with disapproval.

"Rich people having. rich people shit? Shocker." Y/N muttered bitterly. She'd expect nothing less from upperclassmen, especially on properties like the one they'd settled in.

"This used to be a turtle habitat, but who cares about the turtles, I guess?" Kiara sighed, looking up at John B on the roof.

"I can't have cold towels." JJ said matter-of-factly, words dripping with sarcasm.

Still looking at John B, Kiara craned her neck. "Can you please not kill yourself?" She asked.

"And don't spill that beer," JJ warned sternly, chucking his own to the other side after emptying its last drops into his mouth. "I'm not giving you another one."

Y/N scoffed out a laugh, "Yeah, you will."

JJ, offended, looked at her bewilderedly. "I will not."

Y/N raises her eyebrows as if to challenge him, tilting her head as she says, "Yes, you will... you're literally John B's bitch."

The blonde boy's jaw dropped in offence, but before JJ had the chance to get a word in, John B laughed loudly. "Thanks, Y/N/N, good to know you'll always stick up for me－oh shit!"

A strong gust of wind knocked John B off his feet, swaying him as he attempted to keep himself upright. He fumbled the can in the process, losing his grip and letting it fall to the deck, where it splattered across the wooden panels.

"Of course you did." JJ chided dramatically, "Right after I told you."

"Well, I'm not sticking up for you, ow..." Y/N grimaced, staring blankly at John B as he pulled a sheepish grin. Shaking her head, she jested, "God, the things I do for you, and all I get in return is embarrassment."

"That was smooth," Kiara remarked, her attention turned to the fizzling liquid that spewed from the slaughtered can.

"A-plus!" Pope echoed their ridiculing words.

He then walked over to the edge of the balcony, his attention stolen by the intensity of a flashlight.

"Hey!"

Coming face-to-face with a couple of security guards, Pope announced, "Hey, uh, security's here. Let's wrap it up."

"Humpty Dumpty, let's roll!" JJ exclaimed. He drummed his hands on the metal railing before scrambling backwards to stand. When he leaned over to sneak a glance at security, he recognised a familiar face. "Hey, Gary, is that you? It's good to see you, man!"

Y/N giggled as she watched him climb down to the deck. She also peered over at the officers, but instead of taunting them verbally like JJ, she blew them a kiss, leaving only her middle finger raised when she parted her hand from her lips.

Kiara looked between the two of them with a smile on her face. "Yeah, you two are just asking for it."

One by one, each pogue took off through the house, sprinting through the inside as whoops and hollers bound off of the empty walls. The security guards barricaded them as soon as they stepped foot outside, sending John B and Kiara in one direction. and Pope, JJ, and Y/N in another.

Adrenaline surged through Y/N's body as she darted after the boys, making a beeline for the wooden fence. "Go, go, go, go, go!" she yelled before she put one foot in between the wooden panels and lunged herself over the barrier, following with a shaky, yet successful landing. Pope was not so fortunate, falling flat on his face as he stumbled over his feet.

"Get up, Pope. Fatso's coming." JJ grabbed him by the shoulder, hoisting him back onto his legs.

From behind the fence, Gary's colleague hissed, "Come here, you little pricks!"

It was too late for him. John B and Kiara rolled past in the Twinkie, the door wide open and welcoming to the three remaining pogues. Y/N caught her breath as she nestled into the backseat, a broad smile stretched over her face as the adrenaline settled.

"Check out Gary, gunnin' for a raise!" Pope laughed, pointing out the persistence of the security guard, who was still chasing them down on foot.

"Gotta give it to him, though," Y/N spoke through her grin, shrugging. "He's doing pretty well for a man his age."

JJ's request for the van to be slowed down led to him hanging his upper body out of the door, an unopened beer can in his hand. He stretched out his arm, offering it to the man. "C'mon, Gary! C'mere, boy!"

"You're going to give him a heart attack," Kiara cautioned half-heartedly.

"You're so close! You can do it. There you go," JJ coaxed. He tossed the beer to Gary, who stumbled, failing to catch it. JJ groaned teasingly. "Oh, they don't say you enough, bro."

Kiara, more sincerely, pulled JJ back by his shoulder. "JJ, stop. Stop." She smacked him lightly.

"Oh, come on." JJ protested, uncaring for Gary's wellbeing. "That sort of initiative is just begging to be punished."

Gary was long out of sight by the time they passed the border of the Outer Banks, the rusted green sign welcoming them onto their home soil. Y/N listened quietly to the mindless chatter that filled the van, praying to herself that summer would bring her more days like this – moments with her friends that were more sacred than anything.

Maybe Paradise on Earth had more to offer than she thought.

first chapter finally published!!!!!!!

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November 17, 2024 update from the Battleship Texas Foundation

"Happy Restoration Update!

Work has continued apace on the Battleship since the last update.

There is now over 2/3s of the wood deck has been laid on the bow and it looks like all wood decking on the bow will be laid by the end of the 1st week of December (weather permitting).

Superstructures all the way up to the foretop has been painted. Look at that purty paint!

The last areas of to be blasted and painted (the superstructure deck) are in progress with the starboard side superstructure getting primed today. Portside superstructure deck will get blasted and primed next week, followed by top coats and then cleanup.

Freshly blasted starboard superstructure deck.

Same area, black primer applied.

More primer on the superstructure deck.

The repairs to the steel deck on the stern were completed this week and the welders and fitters turned to on the Galley area repairing damage uncovered by abrasive blasting -including repairing the drainage system above and in the Galley.

Repaired deck drain above the Galley.

Repaired decking, deck drain, and railing above the Galley.

More repaired railing and decking above the galley

Scaffolding came down the Aft Fire Control Tower and the cranes, allowing the first good look at the AFCT since it was repaired and its appearance restored.

What the Aft Fire Control Tower looked like before restoration started.

What the Aft Fire Control Tower looks like after being repaired and externally restored.

Freshly painted and repaired port crane.

And lastly a few of our awesome volunteers came out today to help get the ship ready for tours by removing a dumpster load of scrap wood.

Battleship volunteers sending bad wood down the chute into the dumpster.

A nearly full dumpster of bad wood and scraps.

A job well done by all hands!"

Posted on the Battleship Texas Foundation Facebook page: link

#Battleship TEXAS #Battleship Texas Foundation #USS TEXAS (BB-35)#USS TEXAS #New York Class #Dreadnought #Battleship #Warship #Ship #Museum Ship #Update #Gulf Copper #Galveston #Texas #Repairs #Restoration #November #2024 #my post

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aurora-boreas-borealis · 5 months ago

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The RPM rangers make a minecraft server and it’s either the most relaxing time or it’s complete chaos:

Scott just wants to play the game as normal and go through the main story of the game (fight the enderdragon)

(Gem, Gemma, Flynn and Summer do help out from time to time— Gem and Gemma getting blaze rods and Flynn and Summer helping with getting ender pearls and finding the stronghold. And during the fight, Gem accidentally places a bed down and blows both himself and Flynn up in the process)

(To also add, it was agreed that Scott kept the enderdragon egg in the end as he was the one who originally wanted to go through the story. He has it displayed in his base)

Flynn really loves playing around with redstone and makes some of the most terrifying looking contraptions to ever exist (one time he brought up a warden to the surface and you can guess how that escalated lmao)

(He also briefly broke the server by causing atrocious amounts of lag via too many chunks loading in)

Summer is really into PvP and will often duel Scott and Dillon (she’s also really into terraforming and adventuring too!)

Ziggy has a barely put together dirt house and tried to kickstart a mafia (it didn’t last very long)

Dillon meanwhile doesn’t have a base, not even have a dirt house to his name. He just has a horse and unnecessary amounts of TNT he likes to place down (Ziggy sets it off accidentally, Gem and Gemma set it off on purposely

Dr K is having a wonderful time. She’s the builder of the server and really enjoys building intricately detailed builds and terraforming

(Her base and builds are not to be tampered with whatsoever, because it’s both booby trapped and that the others understand that building gives her solace. But, she also has several pets! At least four dogs, five cats and a single bird. Additionally, Gem and Gemma have rooms in her base)

(However, a server wide prank war goes off after Ziggy accidentally blows up Flynn’s cactus farm, which derails into a good chunk of Dr K’s base being blown up. Quickly, they resolve the prank war and spend time repairing any damages that were made — Flynn and Summer are pulling up screenshots and are frantically trying to fix the damages whilst Scott, Ziggy and Dillon are getting the materials. Gem, Gemma nor Dr K weren’t there, they were instead exploring the nether for netherite and quartz)

(Dr K however still notices what happened and as an extra measure, the others gift or help her out with things! Flynn makes a flower farm and both he and Summer spend time building a greenhouse to go with it, Ziggy and Dillon get her some extra materials in case it happens again, and Scott gifts her scaffolding, an elytra and some fireworks so building is easier)

Gem, Gemma and Dr K are the only ones who are completely decked out in the server. The twins are often going caving and exploring, blowing things up and as a result, they have some of the best tools and armour. They often gift most of these things to Dr K

(They do also gather any materials for the others if needed, but only if it’s a trade. For example, they get materials Flynn needs for a contraption as long as he helps them out with anything explosive related, such as making a ghast canon or with setting up spaces to be detonated for any future builds)

Collectively as a group, they do eventually go exploring via a flying machine Flynn puts together (kind of like the road trip, but it’s actually a good time)

#power rangers #power rangers rpm #do I tag them all?#scott truman #flynn mcallistair #summer landsdown #ziggy grover #dillon #power rangers dillon #dr k #power rangers dr k #gem and gemma #power rangers gem #power rangers gemma #I may have taken some inspiration from hermitcraft for this #esp for the flynn taking a warden up to the surface lol

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Wow, now this is a castle. It looks to be in good shape for being built in 1973 and it's in New Orleans, Louisiana. 3bds, 1ba, $500K. Whoever took the photos didn't know what they were doing- most of them are so small and there aren't many. But, here it is, and it's a bargain. I don't know what they're talking about but it's 2 properties- one is the castle, and the other is a 2bd, 1ba "camp" on the water. They don't show the "camp."

Some of the photos are so tiny.

This must be one of the entrances. There's an open entrance way with a door on the other side.

This quite a kitchen It looks very castle-like and is in the round.

Plus, there's a throne in the kitchen. I wonder how long it's been empty- look at the dust.

This kitchen is cool- look at the view of the water from the sink.

This is probably a photo of what it looks like now. The scaffolding must mean they were doing work. Does that carousel horse convey? What about the ghouls on the newel post?

The stairs in the kitchen lead up to this area with doors to the bedrooms and bath. Small picture of the ceiling details.

One of the bedrooms, not sure if it's the primary. Looks like it has new furniture b/c there's a tag still on it, plus a small closet in the wall.

This is the only bath. The shower can fit a very tall person and the toilet has a great view.

They don't show any other rooms, like what's in the turret, but it has access to a nice rooftop deck.

Look at the little turret in the corner. That is so cute. Looks like you can climb up and look out the little window in the roof.

The view at dusk.

The home is on a small water outlet of Lake Pontchartrain, called Castle Bayou.

They've got a photo of this house, which I'm guessing is the camp they say is included in the sale.

I like this castle, it's so cute, like a mini castle. Wish they had some decent photos of the whole thing.

#castle house #NOLA homes #houses #house tours #home tour

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Mail For Plymouth, Dock at Le Havre

Record Group 30: Records of the Bureau of Public RoadsSeries: Historical Photograph FilesFile Unit: Foreign - France

Original caption: 42-857 - Pictures taken by Dr. L I Hewes - delegate to International Road Congress in Germany - 1934. Mail for Plymouth - August 30, 1934.

Original caption: 42-858 - Dock at La Havre - September 1, 1934.

Original caption: 42-859 - Dock at La Havre - September 1, 1934.

This document is three black and white photographs pasted on a yellow card. The first on the left shows the deck of a small ship taken from above. Several people stand on the deck. A life boat is visible on the side of the ship. The center photo shows a building on the dock at Le Havre with the letters C.I.M. displayed. A statue of a bird is over the sign. Equipment for unloading the boats is visible. The third photo on the right shows the pier with the English Channel in the background. The edge of a boat pulled alongside the pier. Again, towers of metal scaffolding are on the edge of the pier.

#archivesgov #september 1 #1934 #1930s #le havre #english channel

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The Siege of Weisshaupt Pt. 5

Follow the Torch

Signs and Portents Masterpost Previous: Traversing the Walls

Rook continues through the fortress.

Reasoned with First Warden

Bellara: Rook, were you going to punch the First Warden back in the war room?

Emmrich: I worried you and the First Warden might come to blows, Rook.

Harding: You know, Rook, I was half-expecting you to punch the First Warden.

Lucanis: I was sure you were going to punch the First Warden back there.

Neve: So Rook—were you going to punch the First Warden back in the war room?

Taash: Hey. Rook. Were you gonna punch the First Warden back in the war room?

Rook: Thought about it. Davrin: It's a miracle you talked him down. Rook: He'd better earn it.

Punched First Warden:

Bellara: Just curious. What happens when the First Warden wakes up?

Emmrich: What happens once the First Warden wakes up, Rook?

Harding: The First Warden's going to be so mad when he wakes up.

Lucanis: The First Warden will be a problem when he wakes up.

Neve: What happens when the First Warden wakes up?

Taash: Got a plan for when the First Warden wakes up?

Rook: Hoping he won't. I decked him pretty hard. Davrin: He'll have bigger problems on his hands than us.

They head through a storage room onto more scaffolding.

Davrin: There—across the way. That's the library.

Grey Warden Rook: Rook: We'll have to go down through the barracks to get there. Davrin: Beats being exposed on the walls.

Non-Grey Warden Rook: Davrin: We'll go down through the barracks to get there. Rook: Better than being exposed on the walls.

They head down.

Rook: (Startled yell)

Bellara/Emmrich/Harding/Lucanis/Neve/Taash: Darkspawn!

Rook: Yeah, I know! Maybe we should get back on the wall!

Davrin: This is the only way!

Bellara: I don't like that sound!

Emmrich: What's that sound?

Harding: Anyone hear that noise?

Lucanis: Do you hear that?

Neve: What's that noise?

Taash: Hear that?

Davrin: It's coming from the gate!

Rook: Sounds like ten thousand darkspawn knocking on the door!

Davrin: Destroy that blight! Or there'll be no end to these darkspawn!

Bellara: Any minute now, that gate's coming down!

Emmrich: The gate won't hold much longer!

Harding: The gate's not gonna hold!

Lucanis: That gate's about to fall!

Neve: That gate's coming down. Any minute now too!

Taash: The gate's two minutes from firewood!

Davrin: Got 'em all!

Rook: Go, before the army shows up!

They move onto the township streets.

Reasoned with First Warden: Antoine: Rook! Up here! Rook: Antoine! We're looking for a way out of this! Antoine: Ah, yes! Follow the torch! Evka: There's a bell tower that will get you out!

Punched First Warden, Emmrich not in main party: Emmrich: Rook! Up here! Rook: Emmrich! We're trying to find a way out of this! Emmrich: The torch will lead the way! Be mindful of the darkspawn!

Neve in main party: Bellara: Wardens are rallying at a bell tower. You can get out there! Bellara/Lucanis/Taash in main party: Harding: Wardens are rallying at a bell tower. You can get out there! Harding in main party Neve: The Wardens are meeting at a bell tower. You can get out there!

Rook: See you soon!

Punched First Warden, Emmrich in main party: Harding: Rook, up here! Rook: Harding! We're trying to find a way out of this! Harding: Here, follow the torch! And watch out! The darkspawn are everywhere! Neve: The Wardens are meeting at a bell tower. You can get out there! Rook: See you soon!

(Bell rings)

Rook: You hear that? Must be the bell tower.

Bellara: Sounds pretty close!

Emmrich: It sounds close.

Harding: It can't be far!

Lucanis: Sounds like it's close.

Neve: Doesn't sound far.

Taash: That's not far.

Davrin: I still can't believe there's darkspawn inside Weisshaupt! Right here's where I took my vows to fight them!

Grey Warden Rook: Rook: You and me both. At least we're keeping our end of the bargain!

Bellara: Do they ever stop coming? Rook: Only if we kill Ghilan'nain!

Emmrich: Is there any end to them? Rook: Only if we kill Ghilan'nain!

Harding: Will they ever stop coming? Rook: Only if we kill Ghilan'nain!

Lucanis: Is there an end to all of this? Rook: Only if you kill Ghilan'nain! Lucanis: Right. I'll get on that, then.

Neve: Is there an end to them? Rook: Only if we kill Ghilan'nain!

Taash: These assholes ever give up? Rook: Only if we kill Ghilan'nain!

They continue to fight.

Davrin: Die! Now!

The nearby wall begins to shake, and a massive darkspawn bursts through.

Davrin: Watch it! Got another one coming through the wall!

Bellara: Oh, shit! Big, too!

Emmrich: A stronger one, at that!

Harding: A nasty one, too!

Lucanis: He's a big one.

Neve: Doesn't look friendly!

Taash: He's pretty big!

They defeat the Relentless Wall.

Davrin: That did it.

Rook: The bell's still ringing. Let's get there.

Rook breaks through more blight.

Davrin: There. The bell tower ahead. We can get out of this mess.

(Archdemon roars)

It flies past, smashing the top of the bell tower as it goes.

Bellara: No!

Emmrich: No!

Harding: Oh, no.

Lucanis: No!

Neve: That's not good!

Taash: No!

Rook: Hang in there. We'll find another way.

Bellara: Now what do we do?

Emmrich: What now, Rook?

Harding: Now what?

Lucanis: What's the plan now?

Neve: So what now?

Taash: What do we do?

Rook: I don't know. But we don't quit. There's a way out of this mess somewhere.

Davrin: Library's not far. It'll put us right next to the dragon trap. There's still a chance.

Reasoned with First Warden: Antoine: Rook! This way! Rook: Where's Evka? Antoine: Facing down some darkspawn! Just keep moving!

Punched First Warden, Lucanis/Taash in main party: Harding: Rook! Keep moving! The others will find you another exit!

Punched First Warden, Bellara in main party: Neve: Rook! Keep moving—the others ran ahead. Fingers crossed for another way out!

Punched First Warden, Emmrich/Harding/Neve in main party: Bellara: Oh, Rook! Keep going—the others are looking for another way out!

(None of the flags regarding which companions show up for the torch dialogue are decipherable at the moment, so please let me know if you’ve experienced different character combinations!)

Next: Not Much Further

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