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ko-chan-the-blueberry-donut · 4 years ago

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Always Led Back to You chapter 2, a John Doe/Seraphina from UnOrdinary fanfiction [FASTPASS SPOILERS for 212-214]

Hey guys here is the next chapter! Since only fastpass people only have access to the content in UnOrdinary’s chapters currently, I will be spoiling some stuff, but it won’t be word for word from the chapters either so no one will get bored. Just a warning there IS spoilers for fastpass 212-214!

Thank you for all who liked, commented, and favored this story so far!

Disclaimer: I don’t own UnOrdinary

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Seraphina quickly changed out of her uniform, a frown marring her features.

“Are you crazy, Seraphina? Why would you go meet this person? It all just sounds so shady.” Isen voiced, looking at her like she was out of her mind. Maybe she was, but Seraphina could no longer stand on the sidelines as John self-destructed and everyone would pay the price for it.

“I won’t be alone. You both could go with me.” Seraphina reasoned.

“But last time you met these people, Arlo was with you! I’m not as strong as him.” Isen argued.

“Isen is right, Seraphina! You’d just get hurt and we wouldn’t be able to protect you.” Elaine tried to reason with the magenta haired girl.

“We need to do this, Elaine. John’s going to destroy us all if we don’t do something.” Seraphina was losing her patience, tired of feeling useless in the wake of Ragnarok.

“We’ll find another way.” Isen placed his hand on her shoulder. Elaine nodded.

“Seraphina, please…” Elaine beseeched her.

Seraphina stared at them. She was silent. Isen and Elaine waited with baited breath.

“No.” Seraphina was firm, her eyes filled with determination. “I’m sorry, Isen… Elainie.” She then turned away from them, walking away. “If you won’t go with me, I’m on my own.”

“This is the only way. I have to do this.” Seraphina told herself, straightening out her jacket. She glanced at herself in the mirror, satisfied with her attire, and took a deep breath before exiting her bedroom.

“Seraphiina.” Arlo was there with Elaine, who looked absolutely panicked. Seraphina locked eyes with the former king.

‘Elaine must’ve gotten him to reason with me.’ Seraphina concluded.

“I’m not backing down from this Arlo. If you’ve come here to stop me, it’s useless. I refuse to watch everyone suffering anymore and me not being able to do anything about it.” Seraphina told him.

“I know.” Arlo replied, crossing his arms. “That’s why I’m coming with you.”

“W-What?!” Elaine looked like she was about to faint, not expecting this plot twist from her former king.

Seraphina and Arlo examined each other for a brief moment, neither speaking, before Seraphina smiled, patting the blonde’s shoulder.

“Well, whaddaya know? You came through after all, Arlo.” Seraphina teased. Arlo tensed and Seraphina couldn’t help but picture him as a bristling cat. As if Arlo could sense she was picturing him with cat ears and a tail, he frowned.

“If you weren’t a cripple, I’d teach you not to tease your king.” Arlo huffed.

“Ah, but as I recall, you are no longer a king, and I shall hopefully no longer be a cripple if my instincts are right.” Seraphina’s smirk was absolutely fox worthy.

“Tch. Let’s get this over with.” Arlo dismissed her statement.

“H-hold on here! You two can’t be serious!” Elaine fretted.

“Elaine, if we’re not back by curfew, tell the school.” Arlo commanded. Elaine could swear her soul was leaving her body from fear.

“Arlo! What do you mean if you’re not back?! Why are you two walking away from me?!” Elaine cried as Seraphina and Arlo hurriedly made their way out of the school.

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They arrived at the café that was designated as the meeting spot for Seraphina. Grabbing a table, the two surveyed their surroundings.

“You see anything suspicious?” Arlo asked.

“Nothing really. Just people having fun.” Seraphina answered. Arlo sighed, leaning back into his chair, his arms crossed, finger tapping against his bicep. Seraphina watched him closely.

“You seem nervous.” Seraphina noted.

“Should I not be?” Arlo asked her, his eyes stern, reprimanding as if she was the cause of his worry. “We don’t know anything about these people, and we’re going in blind. How can you be so cool about it?”

“I guess remaining cool is all I have going for me right now.” Seraphina shrugged. “I’m a cripple now. I can’t do anything about what’s happening, but maybe if I remain level-headed, it can help soothe everyone around me in some way.”

Arlo studied her, not saying anything. Then, a waitress approached their table.

“Hi! Would you like to order anything?” the waitress was all smiles, especially at Arlo, who paid her no heed. If Seraphina was in a mischievous mood, she probably would’ve stirred some trouble to tease the blonde.

“I’ll have a mango boba.” Seraphina smiled. The waitress nodded and then focused on Arlo, blushing a bit.

“I’ll have a black coffee.” Arlo stated. “No cream. No sugar.” His commanding tone startled the waitress while Seraphina, who was used to her surly friend, hid a smile.

“O-oh! Okay! Coming right up!” with that, the waitress left, and Seraphina found her opportunity to pounce.

“You know, you’ll never get a date if you constantly scare people away, Mr. Serious.” Seraphina pointed out lightly. Arlo raised an eyebrow at her.

“How could I be thinking of dating at a time like this?” Arlo was flabbergasted, or at least as much as the serious blonde would show. “I have no use for dates.”

“And that’s why you’re gonna end up an old man who never married with Elaine banging her head against the wall because you’re so dense.” Seraphina quipped.

“Elaine? What does Elaine have to do with this?” Arlo asked. If Seraphina wasn’t so composed, she would’ve burst out laughing.

‘Poor Elaine…’ she thought. ‘She surely likes someone who’s denser than a boulder.’

“Nevermind. Maybe try smiling once in a while? With all your frowning you’re going to lose that handsome mug from wrinkles.” Seraphina dismissed his question. The image of a cat bristling came to her mind once more when she saw Arlo’s expression.

“Well, what about you, Seraphina? You haven’t been on a date either.” Arlo pointed out, and Seraphina raised an eyebrow, surprised he’s even entertaining this conversation more.

“In case you’ve forgotten, Arlo, I’m not exactly a prize.” Seraphina replied. “Being a cripple hasn’t really endeared me to anyone as you have noticed.” She gestured to herself.

“John didn’t seem to mind.” Arlo replied, not maliciously, just stating as if it was a fact.

“That John isn’t here anymore.” Seraphina responded. She blocked out that fight where John was completely shattered in her eyes. His voice still rang in her ears when she slept.

“Seraphina, if you think John was putting on an act for you, you’re denser than me.” Arlo told her sternly. “He may have lied to you about being a cripple, but John would’ve conquered the world if you asked. He would’ve done anything just to make sure you were happy and safe, and has done things to do so.”

“I didn’t need the world.” Seraphina griped back, bitterness taking over. “I just needed him to be there.”

“And he was.” Arlo countered back, not bothered by her tone. “Why do you think he became Joker?”

“To punish people.” Seraphina was quick to respond, knowing the answer.

“To punish people who were harming you.” Arlo also was quick to respond. “Personally, I think John should’ve just came clean to you and protected you himself instead of relying on masks or us to do so, and I hate the guy for all he’s doing, but I can’t in good conscience deny his motives anymore or else I’ll be a coward just like him.” Arlo explained.

“What… what do you mean?” Seraphina asked, almost afraid to hear more. Arlo sighed, the tapping of his finger against his bicep increasing in speed.

“John’s priority was and has always been you. Everything he did, he did because he thought it would keep you safe. Seraphina… he’s nearly killed someone just for threatening you while you were unconscious.” Arlo confessed. “Now, you can tell me that John is gone, but you can’t deny he was never there. Personally, I’m glad you kicked him to the curb because he’s become too unstable and nearly hurt you, but you can’t really go on believing you were never his entire world.”

“I wasn’t…” Seraphina tried to defend, the reality of Arlo’s confession washing down on her like a thunderous waterfall.

“You were. You may have thought you were just his best friend, but John, even if he never admitted it or realized it, saw you differently.” Arlo concluded with her, the tapping calming down, relieved he could finally say what he’s been keeping to himself since John threatened his silence. It was soothing to finally tell Seraphina what John didn’t want her to know, to finally be honest with a person he respected.

“Well…. That’s…. shocking to say the least.” Seraphina finally spoke. Arlo shrugged. “Is… what he became… is this all my fault?”

“No.” Arlo responded, not even needing to think about it. “All the fault is John’s. He should’ve just been honest with you in the first place.”

“But… if I had done things differently…” Seraphina was consumed by what ifs and should haves. What if she pushed harder? What if she let him know she was there? Would John be the way he is now if she had done things differently?

“No. Don’t think about those thoughts, Seraphina.” Arlo commanded. “It will do you no good. You cannot change the past. Now, we’re going to see if your hunch is right and you can change the future.”

“Arlo…” Seraphina paused. “Could I… is it possible you think I can save him? Even now, when he’s gone?”

Before Arlo could answer, the waitress brought them their drinks. Arlo paid the waitress no heed, watching Seraphina, his friend, struggling with her demons.

“Oh! By the way, there’s someone who has arrived for your table! I’ll be back with her order as well. Sorry about that.” The waitress announced, taking her leave. Arlo tensed, and quickly turned his head towards the door where the mysterious person they would meet was standing.

“It’s a woman.” Arlo whispered. Seraphina was roused from her inner turmoil, turning her head to look in the direction of the door as well.

Her heart stopped cold.

“Leilah...?”

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So there you have it! I did add a lot more content than the original episode and changed the conversation a bit, but I hope you still enjoyed. I was going to have Arlo originally say it was his fault John went crazy, but then I realized that wouldn’t be in Arlo’s character to admit he fucked up.

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k00270906 · 3 years ago

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This is Evan Walsh’s character, Seraphinia. A halfling rogue and an expert assassin who boldly admits to being a spy to the disbelief of everyone who hears her, after all, how bad of a spy do you have to be to admit it. She wears a mask over her face at all times so that her unremarkable face would not be remembered. Her eyes have been enhanced by fiendish magic, glowing constantly in exchange for allowing her to see in the dark. She has multiple pets including three drakes and a gryphon that will make an appearance in my final piece.

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littlewalken · 6 years ago

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Just loop the farts

Yes, it says, ‘are those men kissing?’ and it’s how I remember that meme of Gaston looking at one of Belle’s books. It’s several layers of Inktense pencil and some of them are just outlines. It’s in the Moleskine which is kind of a let’s see what happens if I do this book. I kind of really want to finish it, and the pocket fake Moleskine, for the sake of finishing.

Face deserving a punch will be the next sketch weight book for travel. There’s a mixed media and watercolor that size too. There’s the sketch weight with the paints cover, so far everything in that has been a tracing so the rest probably will be. And there’s the grey mixed media to continue experiments with whatever.

Unstarted are a black paper Dylusions for colored pencils, a large Dylusions for colored pencils and some markers, and a Jane Davenport for mixed media. There’s also lots and lots of loose paper.

Ima thinking the loose paper will do best to put “coloring book” line drawings of pictures in. Traced projections for the sake of cupcakes things.

And as always I’m kind of looking for someone to help me write an art instruction book to help other people with drawing people. It’s just running in to my brain injury and executive disfunction.

And in Mandella Effecting yourself news...

Just knowing these two pictures exist is soothing. There still might be a pic of Andy/Garak in the t-shirt holding the chain, there might not. I can accept that my brain combined these two pics in an alternate universe memory thing because although I had years and years of those Star Trek year in a box calendars and used some for collage stuff I did got ruined in our move.

Let’s all take a Repressitall and... What kind of a tie salesman are you?

One of the few memories I allowed to stay from a lonely below poverty childhood was catching a glimpse of some Codex Seraphinias pages. My memory thought it saw a woman with a butterfly on her face, check out the emperor moth too. I also saw Heavy Metal when I was waaaay too young so shit got mingled.

Now imagine you barely saw this over someone’s shoulder when you were 11 and the Reperessitall is kicking in. I did give myself a good idea with the butterfly on the face thing and want to hold on to that gimmick just a few minutes longer because it’s one of the better things to come out of that state between sleep and terror.

If you have anxiety logic that keeps you up at night having to figure out an ending for that Out to Sea movie where Brent Spiner’s character comes out okay you’ll know what I mean.

Hopefully I’ll do more arting today, really wanting to finish that Moleskine, and/or some more transcribing the writing notes. Looking at that Jade Pool colored yarn and thinking I’ll just have to bite the bullet and start an entrelac scarf.

Generally feeling lonely and wishing I had someone just to hang out with and get me away from where I’m stuck living. Just a bit of a break so I could collect myself would be nice. Just to have someone assure me the sky is blue.

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tentacle-explosion · 7 years ago

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My 3D-printed mini from Hero Forge! She’s a Tevinter Altus necromancer/spirit healer named Seraphinia.

#my photos #playing the dragon age rpg with friends

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littlewalken · 7 years ago

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July 31

You know that app you use a lot on your tablet, the one that lets you read PDFs and other documents not handled by your tablet’s OS, the one you use a lot and have gigs and gigs of documents for and is half the reason you bought a tablet with this amount of space?

It’s not going to work with the next OS update, the one with the important security updates, the one you’re getting today, now.

Right now before you get to any other computing tasks.

The only good thing is the app is free but has in app purchases but hey hey it’s Adobe!

We also turned on your wifi because we think you always want it on your tablet because who just uses it to mostly read books and occasionally as a travel word processor and photo viewer, that’s...

I’ll bet I threw you kids for a loop there with word processor. How about a sort of typewriter but instead of making one copy on one piece of paper you can put what you typed in to a computer file and go back and make corrections or add to it then print out as many copies as you’ll need. Who would buy that?

In being reminded of Pinwheel on Nickelodeon, which went from something neat and interesting when I stayed with my mom’s aunt to grinding and wanting to kill those squeaky things in the red and blue hats because my sister watched it endlessly, I found out about the Clockman thing.

Step one, would something as horrific sounding as Clockman ever be on Pinwheel in the first place? I know there was some Sesame Street nightmare fuel, I’ll save you from Phillip Glass’ circles thing, the D song asking about daisy toes, and lower case n, but they wouldn’t have intentionally shown something scary like a man coming out of a clock.

It really could be the Mandela Effect https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/False_memory because I’ve had something similar. The Clockman artwork reminded me of the second bit in this Pinwheel, the bit about the snow https://youtu.be/SeJu57UA1yA

I spent 30 years searching for this picture from The Codex Seraphinias which I saw in gradeschool and have to take a Repressitall before I remember more surrounding events that turned my on the road of hating any sort of contest, drawing, prize give away, and other related traumas.

Now, mix a quick glance of that with...

An emperor moth and...

Butterfly masks.

Mix well with anxiety, imagination, and my mind trying to come to some sort of terms with what I thought I saw.

There was a woman with a butterfly on her face, it could fly off and spy on people and stuff for her, land back on her face and somehow transfer what it saw.

Please use that idea for something it’s been lingering around wanting a use for far too long.

So yeah, I’ve Mandela Effected myself. I also tend to think I can generally trust my memory, especially when it comes to the unpleasant things in life other people around me get selective on. My life has been so anxiety filled it’s hard wired to remember traumas, mkay.

And we spent substantial time at two friends houses that had cable. One left me unsupervised with the TV enough to have seen Heavy Metal way before I should have, the other ran a daycare so all it played was Nickelodeon. Being way older than the other kids parking myself in front of the TV and catching YCDTOTV airings twice, programming ran in 4 hour loops, was a constant.

Maybe that’s why I like the beginning of Love For Sale by The Talking Heads.

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