#she can get a little bit prissy though when she has no access to her fancy tools and toys

[creaturefeaster]

What’s the deal with Lauren? From what I’ve seen so far, she’s kinda mean, and she takes advantage of people every so often

She is mean if you don't understand her*, and to practice and flourish in the field of necromancy one must be a little morally acute. Even moreso, she is infamously powerful and comes from a very wealthy background, so often she feels like she can get away with indulging in her more questionable actions without consequence. Considering all of this, it's shocking to many that she's even cooperating with the other fated at all.

Typically she works in semi isolation with whatever lackey/apprentice is willing to put up with her (Elliot you are so patient). So her social skills are not always the best either.

*Most of her behavior stems from an extremely logical point of view, rarely considering people's feelings. She doesn't necessarily intend to be rude, she just does not soften her opinions and words for the sake of others.

[tigsbitties]

talk to me about karin

Okay I yapped WAYYY more than i meant to um

Sexuality Headcanon: Bisexual probably. I don���t have any super strong thoughts about this is just feel it in my heart. I’m not sure if that’s something she knows about herself or not though. no time for dat goku. I’ve seen the specific take before that Karin is bisexual with a preference for women but subconsciously likes daan bc he’s effeminate and that’s fun i think. i dont need some queer eyepatched foreigner getting my dick hard :/

Gender Headcanon: I’ve tossed around the idea of him having transmasc swag before— not in a “rude and assertive woman has to be a man” type way (something i see people swear up and down is both common and a problem? but i literally almost never see anyone headcanon canonically female characters as eggs so what’s the truth.) but more so as an extension of the “i know i’m right about this why doesn’t anyone believe me” theme going on with his character (tangent unrelated to this but i think a character who was constantly gaslit growing up who now can’t accept being told they’re wrong about anything bc of the fear of being put back in that situation to be super fucking interesting. Karin i love you.) like spending your childhood being talked down to and having things you know to be factually true about yourself and the world around you be repeatedly denied is a transgender experience i think. i’m not sure in mainline canon this is something he’d ever fully figure out or act upon but you never know.

I think in a modern day au he’d have a deeply cringey teenage truscum phase because stupid fucking Dalia doesn’t believe he’s trans bc “you were such a feminine little girl growing up 🥺 who’s making you do this why are you drifting away from me after all i do for you 🥺🥺” so he takes out that pent up rage on Daan (also a teenager on tumblr in this hypothetical scenario) who he sends anon hate to for triggering his “second hand dysphoria” and will not believe daan when he says he’s cis bc he “types in all lower case” and “has a carrd” . they meet in person years and years later for unrelated reasons with no memory of this. This is a lot of words for a headcanon I don’t even follow consistently I realize.

also jesus pocketcat can you fuck off? he’s wearing his dysphoria jacket.

A ship I have with said character: I am a huge daarin guy to like a HUMILIATING degree. i know that’s like. the most basic ass redditor wholesome chungus ship choice a person could have or whatever but it’s something that canonically has a lot going for it i think. You have to understand that first and foremost i live for banter— which they have in spades, their party talks are so fucking funny. I love having them both as party members when i play through termina— god especially the one about Daan’s soft hands? Why do you know they’re soft? did you feel them? are you susssing this out by just looking? i don’t know which is worse. jesus christ.

but besides that i think this little bit encapsulates a lot about what i find interesting about their dynamic. Karin’s insistence that Daan, because he is visibly wealthy, must be prissy and fragile to over compensate for insecurity at coming from a well off family— completely unaware of the fact Daan has spent large chunks of his childhood fending for himself in the woods. Daan’s complete disinterest i’m giving a serious response because this is such a bizarre thing to get caught up in. “just making small talk” you’re unwell.

The two of them def go beyond “characters i ship for fun”. i do think they’re two halves a whole in that you need one to fully understand the character of the other— like Karin is someone born into aristocracy who has rejected it both because of the ways it’s hurt her (created a scenario in which a malicious adult had unfiltered access to her bc her parents were too busy to care for her making paying someone else to do it more convenient) and more broadly the way it hurts those at the bottom of the class system (which is most people) and how Daan is someone born and horrifically abused at the bottom of that system who managed to weasel his way up the ladder and gain the necessary tools and education to survive at the cost of making a spectacle of, and by extension reliving, that abuse.

Likewise i think the two of them have more aligned goals than they realize. At the end of the day i think both them genuinely really do want to help people— regardless of what subconscious hang ups or insecurities are part of that want. For as stand offish as she is and her tendency to antagonize those who probably don’t deserve it, Karin is deeply passionate about the welling being of others and will do anything she thinks is necessary for a greater good— even if it may come across as exploitative or insensitive. Like there is definitely 100% an element of ego to it— the idea of “if i help others then that makes me a good person™️ and i should be praised for being a good person™️” is totally there— but it’s not all there is to it you know?

Likewise Daan being a doctor coexists as both a testament to his own lack of agency in his life and how his body can be used and discarded how anyone else sees fit if it’s for a greater good and as something he does because he cares about other people and wants to put good into the world. Like even if he comes to the conclusion that the people of prehevil are too far gone to be helped in a way that matters, he still makes the effort to figure out if something can be done about it. And i do think it’s a testament to his character that he mentions his primary clients he sees are prostitutes— people who are made to feel ashamed and dirty for their occupation, something he can empathize with and would want to help without judgement. I like the argument Daan and Karin have in the slums about why these people are sick and what they should be doing about it, because at the end of the day no matter how badly their personalities may clash they want the same thing. Alright buddy you got two options here. you can either have someone help you to affirm their ego or as a form of self harm. those are your choices. choose wisely.

I also really like that like. Karin’s an atheist in the actual sense of that word where she doesn’t believe in gods or magic in a world where that stuff is very tangibly real and Daan is an atheist in the way characters in christian movies are atheists where they do believe in god they just have personal beef with him. do you understand. i like this party talk a lot

In general i think they strike such a good balance with their clashing personalities of having very real issues with each other that are interesting to explore while also having banter that is genuinely really fun to read in a game so often as unpleasant as termina. I’ve seen people complain about people watering down Karin’s “genuine hatred for daan” for the sake of fluffy ship content— and i can see that broadly from the angle of “art and fics about on these two tend to focus on them arguing in a light hearted cutesy without exploring why they clash in the first place” but also like? idk i think “genuine hatred” is a bit strong for what in the game itself largely leads to comic banter. I think there can be emotional complexity intertwined with lighthearted scenarios. I don’t think anyone’s light hearted daarin post canon is hurting anyone or necessarily means they “didn’t understand” the source material.

In general the appeal to me from a romantic standpoint comes in the form of seeing how these characters who have already established strong feelings towards each other in an incredibly short amount of time could potentially develop if given the chance to. And i don’t even think i see them ever “dating” per say? I think their relationships with the concept of romance in a traditional sense would be very complicated and not something easily applied to each other— but i think in a post canon scenario where they’re both still alive there’s plenty of opportunity for an emotional intensity to form there— one that’s not entirely negative or positive. I think like it or not they have the best chance at understanding each other, even if it takes work to get there. Also their soul types match. if you evennnn care.

TLDR: they’re this image to me

A BROTP I have with said character: I don’t think i’d have a strong opinion on it if it wasn’t for the sheer amount of cute art of them, but i’ve become super endeared to Karin and Abella. less “BROTP” and more “thing i ship just less than the thing i mentioned above” . not something i have incredibly strong opinions on currently but i’d love to listen to someone who does speak about it. OH OH ALSO the post about Daan, Karina, Abella, and O’saa being in a polycule? Literal Peak. that is like the perfect cast of characters we have reached scooby doo levels of perfect character group.

A NOTP I have with said character: Not a fan of her and Pav but not something i care about or think about that much.

A random headcanon: I can totally see her being the type of person who doesn’t like cats and thinks they’re obnoxious and asocial and yadda yadda until a stray sort of worms it’s way into her apartment and she can’t get rid of it and now she has a cat forever. Its so annoying and she hates it sooo bad (it is the most spoiled animal on the planet). I can also def see her needing to get glasses at some point— mostly bc i think it would look nice on her. adds an extra layer of “old man who wants to sit on his chair read his newspaper and smoke his pipe”ness to her. I also crucially think she has OCD but that is a topic way better suited for another day I HAVE YAPPED ENOUGH. OH OH and i know her jacket was probably given to her by one of her brothers which if true makes me wanna eat sand and die but it would also be really funny if the unspecified “he” who gifted it to her was like. a scorned ex lover. Daan and Karin being each others rebound is an idea that makes me laugh way harder than it should.

General Opinion over said character: Karin is definitely one of the fear and hunger characters of all time to me and it makes me really sad to see her get reduced to “bitchy delusional woman” bc of her, very understandable given the everything, paranoia and stubbornness. Her backstory especially fucks me up so bad i feel a little insane that i never see anyone talk about it? like jesus christ. I think she’s a character who is both deeply entertaining and has a lot of emotional depth that makes her really fun to poke at.

[myshipsaresunkwrites]

From The Ashes

Warning: language, substance abuse, references to suicide

A03. Playlist.

Chapter 8

“Are we there yet?”

“You asked me that five minutes ago,” Natasha replies.

“And you didn’t answer.”

“Because you’re annoying me. We’ll get there when we get there.”

Jake looks over at her. She’s typing away at her phone, barely paying him any attention. He feels like a petulant child, but they’ve been driving for over an hour now, leaving the city far behind.

“Legally you’re obligated to answer me,” he says.

Now she does look over at him. “Is that so?”

“I have a very good case to argue that if you don’t, you’re kidnapping me.”

“Interesting.” She turns back to her phone. “Have you ever checked your emails?”

“My emails?”

“I send you a detailed itinerary every morning.”

“My emails,” Jake repeats.

“Electronic mail. You can access it on your computer.”

“I don’t have a computer.”

Natasha gives him her full attention. “You don’t have a computer?”

“I don’t need one. I have people like you and George to deal with my schedule and finances and anything else important.”

“You don’t order anything online? Watch any TV?”

Jake shakes his head. She should know this already, though. Since he’s not producing any new albums, he’s almost constantly on tour to make up for the revenue disparity. What little free time he has, he uses to work-out, sleep off drunken escapades, and take part in said drunken escapades. And on the rare occasion he wants to watch TV, the hotel rooms always have one.

“What about your music writing? Don’t you use a computer for that?”

He’s not sure if she knows that’s a sore spot or not. “I don’t write music. Haven’t for a while, at least.”

“Why not?”

He shrugs. “Prolonged writer’s block.”

“Well.” She seems a bit at a loss. “What about your phone? You have an email app on there.”

He grins at her and unlocks his phone before tossing it her way. “You see for yourself.”

Natasha picks it up without hesitation. Her eyes widen as she sees the numbers in the notification bubbles. A horrified look crosses her face. Jake’s smile widens.

“How…how do you live like this?”

“You’re asking the wrong question. That’s precisely how I live. I don’t bother keeping up with it all. None of it is important. So why should I manage it?”

“You have thousands of missed calls. Texts. Emails. Voicemails. Everything.” Her voice shakes. He remembers how neat her room was and his amusement grows.

“Jake, we have to fix this. We have to - ”

He plucks his phone out of her grasp and shuts it off. “We don’t have to do anything,” he corrects. “But if you want me to be aware of an itinerary, it’s best if you print it out and stick it to my door. Or better yet, write it on my arm.”

“You’re hopeless.”

“Tell me something I don’t already know.”

Natasha taps a finger against her lips. “I could tell you lots of things you don’t already know. But you would know them if you bothered to read the itinerary I sent you. Such as where we’re going and how long it will take to get there.”

He scowls at her and she laughs. It’s such a nice, light sound and he finds himself trying not to smile. Fine. She’d won this round.

The trees thicken around them and the driver turns from the interstate onto a patchy road and then onto a dirt road. Jake reaches up and holds onto the handle near the roof as they bounce around.

“Didn’t know you were a fan of off-roading,” he jokes.

“I’ve never been,” she admits.

“Too dirty for you? It would be a shame if you got mud on your boots.”

Natasha shoots him a hard look. “Just because I’m from LA doesn’t mean I’m a prissy city girl.”

“I never said it meant that.”

“You insinuated it.”

“You’ve never done anything to make me think otherwise.”

“Not even that spontaneous run?”

Jake had forgotten about that. But even that was just sweat, not dirt. “If that’s the best you got, it’s not as good as you think.”

“Oh, I’ve got much better,” she promises. “You don’t know the first thing about me, Jake Seresin.”

He opens his mouth to refute the statement, then realizes it’s true. He doesn’t know anything about her that he hasn’t directly observed or asked. And he hasn’t exactly been curious.

He fully expected her to be gone in a few weeks so he hasn’t bothered. But after the way she’s been handling him, taking everything in stride and always bouncing back up after every disaster, he has a feeling she might last longer than the others.

The thought makes him oddly…excited.

He can’t remember the last time something other than the promise of alcohol at the end of a long, hard day made him excited. And even that’s not true excitement; it’s more relief than anything else.

The driver takes them deeper into a wooded area and then a cabin appears at the end of a long driveway. He slows down and pulls up. Jake glances at Natasha, but she just slips her phone into her pocket and reaches for the door handle.

“This is it?” he asks in disbelief.

“This is it,” she confirms.

“Yeah, there’s no way I’m getting out of this car.”

She raises an eyebrow. “Why not?”

“This is a classic horror movie set up. You’re going to murder me in the middle of the night.”

“That depends on how much you piss me off in the next one hundred and sixty eight hours.”

Jake frowns, trying to do the math in his head. “A week? We’re staying a week here?”

“George said you needed to lay low, stay out of the media. So I figured what better way to keep you out of trouble than to take you somewhere you can’t possibly get into any trouble.” 

“Sweetheart, I can get into trouble anywhere.”

“Perhaps. But there’s no one to witness it except for me here.” She holds out her hand to him. “Now get out of the car.”

The last thing he wants to do is follow her, but he has the feeling he doesn’t have a choice in the matter. And really, who can he blame but himself? So he grabs her hand and lets her tug him out.

The driver is already taking their suitcases to the porch. Natasha grabs his guitar case and shoves it at him.

“What’s this for?”

“In case you want to practice.”

He doesn’t bother explaining to her that he doesn’t play unless he absolutely has to anymore. It just reminds him how empty his life has become. But her voice doesn’t leave any room for argument so he dutifully sets it with the other luggage.

“And groceries.” She hefts a cooler out of the trunk, followed by a second one. “This should get us through a week.”

“So we’re really stuck here.” Jake’s heart sinks. He thought they’d at least have some opportunity to leave, to go into town where he would be able to get a few drinks when he needs them. Nothing too crazy, just enough to take the edge off.

“Yep. It’s called roughin’ it.” She punches his right shoulder as she passes. “I thought you were a Texas boy. Are you really going to let the LA city girl upstage you?”

“Hell no.” The words don’t have the power behind them that he wishes they did. He turns and watches mournfully as the driver takes off, leaving them alone in the middle of nowhere. Then, with a sigh, he starts carrying stuff inside.

The cabin is relatively small, just a living room arranged around a fireplace, a small kitchen with a table, two bedrooms and a shared bath, and a screened-in porch set off the living room. There’s no TV, no laundry machines, only a handful of outlets for the lamps in the rooms. Jake would be surprised if the shower had hot water.

“You couldn’t have picked a better place,” he says sarcastically as he comes back from dumping their suitcases in the rooms. Natasha is busy unloading the groceries into the fridge.

“It’s perfect,” she agrees, sounding way too cheerful.

“Where did you even find out about it? Some old bog fisherman?”

“It was on AirBnB. Got a great rate for it, too.”

Jake leans his arms on the counter. “I am begging you. I am a millionaire. Do not choose my accommodations based solely off price.”

She leans her arms on the opposite side of the counter, facing him. “I am promising you, Jake Seresin. The price was just a bonus. I chose this place because of its amenities.”

“Amenities?” He sounds as pained as he feels. “Like snakes in the bedsheets and serial killers in the woods?”

“Like how it’s almost entirely off the grid.” She smiles, as though that’s a good thing. “No Wifi. No cell service. Limited electricity from that old generator outside. You’ll have plenty of time to think about what you’ve done and maybe you’ll think twice about doing it again.”

He groans and slams his forehead down on the counter. “I thought you forgave me. I apologized.”

“Yes, you did. But that doesn’t mean there’s no punishment.” She reaches over and pats his head. “This will be good for you.”

“That’s what they always say,” he mumbles.

“Maybe you should listen every once in a while.”

He hears the cupboards open and shut as she continues putting things away. He slowly lifts his head and glances around. “So what are we supposed to do?”

“What do you mean?”

“We’re stuck here for a week. What are we supposed to do for a whole week?”

“You could start by helping me unpack.”

He doesn’t feel like helping her do anything right now, but he’s already bored and when he’s bored he starts thinking about drinking so he stands up straight and opens the second cooler, putting away eggs, milk, a few vegetables, and some canned foods. At least she’d gotten some chocolate as well. She’s not a total hard-ass.

Just most of one.

When they finish putting everything away, he skulks off to his room. Part of him knows he’s acting childish, but he can’t help it. She is treating him like a child. When he misbehaved, even though he apologized and recognized what he did as wrong, she dragged him out into the middle of nowhere without warning. She couldn’t even pick a place with things to do.

His eyes fall on the guitar case leaning against the wall. There are things to do. Just things he doesn’t want to do.

And maybe that’s on him, not on her.

He didn’t tell her why he doesn’t write music anymore. And she doesn’t know that he doesn’t play for fun, either. It’s hard to blame her for not knowing what he’s not willing to tell her about.

He thinks of her offer from lunch yesterday. Even after all the stress he’s put her through in just a week, she still opened herself up to listen. To be his friend.

Would that really be so bad?

He can still remember clearly the care she’d taken as she cleaned and bandaged his arm, even though she was furious with him. He doesn’t remember the last time anyone touched him with such gentleness. Usually he’s just pushed from one place to another, positioned to pose for a camera or escorting from place A to place B.

Natasha does her fair share of pushing him. But she also reaches out for him.

He just can’t accept her hand.

-

Natasha doesn’t feel like cooking the first night, so she slaps together some sandwiches, puts them on a plate with some chopped carrots and apples, and calls Jake out. She realizes it’s a very child-ish dinner, but then decides that if Jake is going to act like a child, it’s what he deserves.

Thankfully he doesn’t complain as they sit at the small kitchen table and eat in silence.

The cabin is quiet - too quiet. Maybe Jake was right when he said it’s the perfect place for a horror movie. If someone came out of the woods and stabbed them, there’d be no way to call for help. No one is coming for a full week to check in on them.

A full week. With Jake Seresin. In a cabin in the woods. Far from society.

Yeah, maybe this wasn’t her most brilliant idea.

Natasha heads to her room and lounges on her bed, staring at her blank phone screen. She yearns to call Bradley, to have someone to talk to. She ends up turning over on her back and flinging an arm over her eyes. This is going to be a long week.

She lays there for a while. Then she suddenly remembers something and sits straight up.

She slides off her bed and crosses the hall to knock on Jake’s door.

“Yeah?”

The door inches open. She peers around to see Jake sitting on the floor, leaning against the bed, and staring at the peeling wallpaper.

She’d make a joke about how boring he is, but she wasn’t doing too much better a minute ago.

“I forgot to tell you the best part of this place,” she says.

He doesn’t even look over. “The spiders?”

“There’s a hot tub.”

His head whips over to look at her. “If you’re joking, I might kill you.”

She grins. “I’m totally serious. It’s on the screened in porch.”

Then she ducks back into her room to throw on the one swimsuit she’d thought to bring with her to Texas. When George offered her the job, she knew she’d have to pack light - everything in one large suitcase. A lot of hotels have pools, so she figured she’d bring at least one suit. It turns out she never has had time so far, but it’s not like there’s anything else for her to do this week.

Jake is already by the hot tub, pulling the cover off. “Half the electricity from the generator has to go to this alone,” he says. “And I am not complaining.”

“I told you I picked this place for the amenities,” she says. He gives her a long-suffering look.

“Thin ice, Trace. Thin ice.”

It’s not the fanciest hot tub, but it does the trick. She closes her eyes and sighs as she slides in. After all the long hours she’d pulled last week - the late nights and early mornings, the middle of the night bail-outs and lunchtime arguments - she needs some recovery time already.

She opens her eyes and looks out at the absolutely gorgeous view of the forest outside. Unbroken by civilization. The sun is just beginning to set, casting a warm light over the trees and setting the sky on fire.

“I’ll give you some credit for the hot tub,” Jake says, and she looks over at him. He’s keeping his bandaged arm out of the water, resting it along the side of the tub, and his bruised side is on full display. It probably won’t be half healed by the time they leave.

“I know what I’m doing,” she replies, averting her eyes. She doesn’t want him getting the wrong idea. Or even thinking that she feels bad about how injured he is. Of course she doesn’t like that he’s in pain, but she can hardly feel sympathetic when he brought it upon himself.

“Still haven’t broken even, though. Maybe if we survive this week without the roof falling on top of us while we sleep.”

“I was assured it was structurally sound.”

“By the guy renting it out? Of course.”

“Can you ever just enjoy something, Jake? Do you always have to find things to complain about?”

That shuts him up. He stares at the window silently.

A few minutes pass and she’s starting to regret how harsh her words came across. At least he was talking to her before.

He drags his right hand across the top of the water, watching the ripples intently. “My parents,” he starts, and her head whips in his direction. “They never enjoyed anything. Always bitched about one thing or another.” He pauses. “I swore I’d never be like them.”

Ah, shit. She’d gone and stepped all over a sensitive topic. Of course. She knows she has a big mouth sometimes, isn’t always the best about thinking things through before they come out. Especially if she thinks it’s a “gotcha”. Her desire to have the last word has caused harm on more than a few occasions.

“Your parents are pretty rich, aren’t they?” she asks, treading carefully. If he doesn’t want to get into it she won’t push it, but he did bring it up first.

“Yeah. My dad built his fortune from nothing, so he’s extremely picky about everything. Doesn’t want to waste a cent of his hard-earned money and expects everyone in the world to have the exact same work-ethic as he does. And my mom comes from old money - think Gilded Age railroad barons - so she thinks she’s royalty.”

That explains a lot. Natasha also starts to get an idea about things he doesn’t explicitly say. “And how do they feel about your music career?”

“Which part? The music? Or everything else?”

She doesn’t need to ask about the everything else. No parent would approve of that. “The music.”

“They don’t understand.” Jake’s hand continues to lightly trace over the surface of the water. “But I never expected them to. I’m not sure they have souls.”

So it is his parents. She suspected it since Bob had told her about them, but now she’s almost positive.

Jake’s hand dips below the water. He looks over at her. “What about you, Trace?”

She blinks. “What about me?”

“Tell me about your family.”

He…wants to know about me? Why would he want to know about her if he isn’t expecting her to stick around more than a few weeks? Then again, he had called George and asked him not to fire her, so maybe he’s finally given up trying to scare her off. Maybe he’s even starting to warm up to her.

I don’t have friends, Trace. I’m sure you understand why.

Or maybe she’s overthinking it and he’s just bored.

“It’s me, my parents, and my four older brothers,” she says. 

“Four brothers?” Jake shakes his head. “No wonder you’re the way you are.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

He gives her a look she’s starting to think of as his signature look. “You know exactly what it means. You’re tough, you don’t take any crap from anyone. And you’re not easily impressed. You have the weariness of a middle-aged mother.”

She opens her mouth to protest, then closes it. A smile instead comes over her. He’s right. It’s not an insult, either. She’s not like women in their twenties who didn’t grow up dealing with crazy shit all the time and are constantly starstruck by any semi-attractive man, even if he acts like a child half the time. And she has no tolerance for such behavior.

But it also indicates compassion. No matter how exhausted mothers are, they still take time to care for those around them. No matter how angry they get, they still find some measure of softness inside of them.

“Alright, I’ll take it,” she says. “But if I’m a tired mother, you’re a deadbeat dad.”

Jake winces, but he doesn’t argue. “And that’s precisely why I don’t have any kids.”

“Really? None? No secret child with a groupie you won’t find out about until they’re too bitter to want you in their life?”

“Damn, Trace, you’re cold.”

She shrugs. “I just happen to know the business.”

“No, no chance of kids. I don’t do the whole groupie thing. Too busy illegally drag racing motorcycles with gang bangers.”

She snorts. “In terms of permanently changing lives, I guess that’s slightly better.”

“I prefer to limit damage to myself.”

“And the side of a building.”

Jake raises his bandaged arm and motions at his bruised side. “I’m pretty sure the building won this fight.”

She grimaces. “Does it hurt much?”

He gives her that look again. “What do you think?” His voice drips sarcasm.

“Fine, stupid question. We’ll make sure to get you some ice before you go to bed.”

“Are you going to tuck me in, too, and read me a story?”

“Depends on if you’re a good boy.”

Jake smirks, and she feels herself fighting back a smile in return. It’s so easy with him like this. She thinks he’s enjoying himself, too. At least he’s acting like it. Why isn’t this enough for him?

A wave of sadness washes over her then. That’s his problem. That’s why he constantly turns to the bottle. Reality isn’t enough. He has to find ways to escape it at every turn.

She’s been approaching this all wrong. Now that she knows Jake didn’t have a great upbringing, that he doesn’t have anyone to turn to when he’s struggling with something, she knows what she has to do. With Bradley it was different. Bradley had a couple traumatic events that changed the course of his life. Once he was able to address those, he could pull himself out of the abyss of grief and self-loathing he’d fallen into. 

But Jake doesn’t have a “tragic backstory”, as they might say. He just had a progressive build up of crappy moments and memories that slowly built-up a massive weight on his shoulders. He doesn’t need to address them - it would be nearly impossible to do that. He just needs to be shown that there is something else. That life doesn’t have to be what it always has been.

Maybe that’s why he apologized after she’d brought him back from the police station. He expected her to leave him, or at most to bring him back and dump him in his room. He didn’t think she’d take the time to make sure he was okay, to help clean him up and tend to his wounds.

Because no one had ever done something like that for him before.

That’s her way in. Showing him that he’s not alone. Showing him kindness and patience when she wants to wring his neck. 

Giving him the unconditional love every child should have but he never experienced.

It’s a tall order. She won’t deny it. It might seem easy now, when he’s sober and friendly, but she’s seen how bad it can get. She knows she’s in for a rough ride ahead.

But she wants to help him. As more than just her job. He may not think he has any friends, but she’s going to be here for him whether he wants it or not.

She hoists herself out of the hot tub. Jake watches.

“Bedtime?” he asks.

“If you want a story.”

She’s joking, but inwardly she wonders if he ever got that - if his parents or at least his nanny or whoever was around ever took the time to read his favorite book to him or create some fantastical series just for him. She aches at the thought of a child who was shuffled off, dismissed, viewed as a chore instead of a joy.

Natasha tosses him a towel as she dries herself off, then helps him put the cover back on. She ties her towel around her chest and pulls out the big bag of ice she’d brought from the freezer. Some of it had melted and gotten stuck together during the drive, so she takes a metal spoon and uses the end to smash it back into smaller pieces.

She’d also come prepared with cling wrap and ziplock bags. She fills a gallon-sized bag and presses it against his ribs, ignoring his sudden hiss of pain.

“It’ll feel better in ten minutes. You’ll thank me then.”

She reaches out for the bandages along his arm, but he pulls back. 

“Don’t be a baby. We should change those as well. Clean them out again.”

“Not tonight.”

“Jake - ”

“Not tonight,” he repeats. She sighs and drops her hands.

“Alright.”

She follows him as he heads back to his room, leaning against the doorframe. “You forgive me for dragging you out here yet?”

“Ask me again on day five.”

She rolls her eyes, but takes it as a victory. A whole day without any drinking, meltdowns, fights or other incidents. She may just keep her job after all.

“Goodnight, Jake.”

[sisterspooky1013]

Only One Choice, Chapter 9

Read it here on AO3 / Tagging @today-in-fic

He meets her in the hallway just outside the autopsy bay. She’s changed from scrubs into jeans and a green t-shirt with cap sleeves and his heart leaps when she enters his line of sight. He stands up a bit straighter, buoyed by her presence. He wants to hug her, but he stuffs his hands in his pockets instead. Off limits, he keeps reminding himself. Unavailable.

“Hi,” she says with a nervous little smile.

“Hey,” he responds with a broad grin. “Shall we?” he says as he tilts his head toward the exit.

It’s a wonderfully mild day and they walk the four blocks to Cafe Adamo, the orange Tooms file tucked neatly under his arm. They are mostly quiet as they walk, enjoying the warm breeze and lack of traffic noise. Scully lifts her hand to hoist her purse strap up on her shoulder and his stomach lurches when the sun catches on a large diamond ring on her finger. The ring finger of her left hand. It shouldn’t matter, unavailable is unavailable, but knowing that she’s getting married takes his already dashed dreams and stomps them into dust.

They sit at the same corner table they had on their previous visit and this time she orders an iced coffee, much to his relief; he’s not sure he can sit still through more foam-licking. He orders a drip, and as soon as their waiter leaves the table he has to say something.

“Looks like congratulations are in order,” he says, gesturing towards her hand with his chin.

She looks down at the table and startles a little, as if she herself hadn’t known the ring was there.

“Oh, yeah, um, thank you,” she replies tersely, avoiding his eye.

“When did that happen?” he inquires, morbidly curious.

“Uh, in late June, the twenty-first.”

His eyebrows lift a little. He’s sure she wasn’t wearing a ring the other times he’s seen her.

“That’s, uh, that’s great. Do you have a date set?” Why the fuck is he asking her about this? Right, because that’s what a friend would do.

“Yes, as of recently, it’s October thirteenth, this year.”

He chuffs a laugh, his head dropping close to the table.

“What?” she asks, her eyebrows knit in confusion.

He lifts his head to look at her with an ironic smile. “That’s my birthday,” he says flatly, and pink immediately rises to her cheeks.

“Oh,” she says as though she’s committed an embarrassing faux pas.

“Here, check this out,” he says, changing the subject and sliding the orange file across the table to her. “Eugene Victor Tooms, a seemingly typical, if not a little strange, man who was in fact a liver-eating mutant. He would eat his victim’s liver to sustain his own life, and then build a nest from newspaper and bile where he would hibernate for thirty years before repeating the pattern.”

“Bile? As in stomach acid?” Scully says with a doubtful tone that matches her expression.

“Yes ma’am, I had the unfortunate experience of coming into close contact with it and I can attest to its authenticity.”

“Mulder, humans don’t hibernate, much less for thirty years.”

“Well, Eugene Victor Tooms was hardly human, Scully. At one-hundred-twenty-one years young, he was on a steady diet of three livers per hibernation break.”

Their coffees are dropped off, but the conversation continues despite the interruption.

“The oldest human who’s ever lived is one-hundred-nineteen years old. On top of that, even if someone were to live to be one-hundred-twenty-one they certainly wouldn’t be healthy or fit enough to murder people and eat their livers, then have enough energy left over to build a bile-nest.” She’s animated, her hands punctuating her statements as her face quirks into an ‘I can't even believe I’m even having this conversation’ expression, and he can’t help but smile.

“Okay, if you don’t agree with my conclusions, Scully, then tell me what you think happened,” he says gently.

She pulls in a deep breath and lets it out in a huff, her shoulders deflating. “I don’t know, Mulder. I’d need access to the biological materials, to analyze them in a lab. We’d need to do a full physical work up on Mr. Tooms, genetic testing.”

Mulder bobs his head. “Well, that will prove difficult seeing as Mr. Tooms met his end under the teeth of an escalator,” he replies, and her eyes go big for a moment.

She shakes her head, closing the folder and sliding it back across the table towards him. “Didn’t it bother you, to work all these cases and never have any real answers?” she asks.

Mulder shrugs. “Yes and no. For me, it isn’t as much about the answers themselves as it is the journey towards the one great truth. Doors are opened along the way, avenues cleared, and it all lends itself towards moving me further along on my quest.”

She’s looking at him with soft, affectionate eyes. She’s really listening and it feels so fucking good. It’s not very often that anyone really listens when he talks. Really hears him.

“What do you consider to be your quest?” she asks gently.

“If I were really to narrow it down, to find my sister. Or to understand what happened to her.” His hand is sitting on top of the closed file and he startles a little when she reaches out and rests her palm against his knuckles. She gives him a sympathetic smile and then pulls it back, sitting up a bit straighter in her seat and busying herself stirring her coffee with a straw.

“Priscilla misses you,” he says, changing the subject again, and her delighted smile makes his heart swell.

“How can you possibly know that?” she replies skeptically, even though it’s clear that she wants it to be true.

“You think I can’t communicate with my cat?” he asks in mock offense, “what kind of roommate would I be if I didn’t learn to speak her language?”

Scully shakes her head, the smile still playing on her lips. “So how’d you end up being the one to keep her, anyway?” she asks, “she’s such a sweet cat, I’m surprised your ex was willing to part with her.”

Mulder takes a sip of his coffee before continuing. “At the time that Valerie, that’s my ex, moved out, she was planning to spend some time bumming around Europe so she really couldn't take Priscilla. I think by the time she got back, she felt too guilty about taking her away so she just let me keep her. Prissy always preferred me anyway, so I think she was satisfied with the custody arrangement.”

“So, you’re still in touch with her, then? Your ex?” She’s not making eye contact, trying to act casual, but he can tell she’s curious to know if they’re still involved. He’s curious to know why she cares.

“Oh, yeah, we’re on good terms, always have been. We don’t spend a ton of time together, but I would still consider her a close friend,” he answers honestly.

Scully frowns a little. “Then why did you break up, if you get along so well?”

Mulder sits back in his chair, considering the question for a moment. “I guess there just wasn’t a spark, you know. We looked great on paper, very compatible technically speaking. She was my best friend, a great partner. There was just something missing, for both of us. I loved her, still love her, but not in that way that makes you go ‘shit, I could spend the rest of my life waking up next to this person.’ And we both wanted that, and thought maybe we could have it with someone else, so we broke up.” He leans forward again, elbows on the table top, and takes in her stoic expression.

After a moment of contemplation, she speaks. “How would you know, if you had ‘the spark’ as you call it? What does that even mean?” There’s a mild defensiveness to her tone and it confuses him.

“I think...I think you just know,” he says, meeting her eye. She swallows and then drops her gaze, picking up her cup and sucking noisily at the last drops of coffee that cling to the ice.

[alyssacantu91]

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Deterrent For Cat Spraying

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How To Stop A Cat From Scratching Carpet Spray

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[myrcella]

9, 38, and 40 for eden, 6, 20 and 24 for aries, and 17, 37, and 28 for carmen? :0

9. How much do they care about their outer appearance? What’s their “beauty routine”? How often do they shower/ bathe?

eden has always been prissy, she wanted to resemble the pretty high school girls in the magazines from before the war she was privy to in the vault – the type of girl she’d have been! she liked to wear ribbons in her hair and, when she wasn’t in her jumpsuit which was like worn 24/7, frilly skirts for formal. she would shower regularly and use a little bit of cosmetics, whatever was preserved, mostly some old red lipstick and pink blush

buuuut she can’t afford to do the same in the wasteland, and she’s at a lack of resources. lemme just tell you she hates not being able to have access to clean water and going for days without scrubbing herself. so, fuck the irradiated water, she washes whenever she can, and still tries to look presentable, but when everyone else looks like shit she sparkles

38. How’s their aim? Do their hands shake while pointing a gun?

shaky, at first. she’s never fired real weapons ofc. then it turns out she’s really good at gripping baseball bats and knocking heads off raiders, and when she’s impassioned, firing quick shots from pistols and energy weapons

40. Thoughts on death if any? (ex. Fear it, accept it)

she naturally has depression/ptsd and always will have a touch of it. I think she would welcome it. she’s christian like her father which is a battle within her when she sees the brutality that no deity seems to stop in the wastes, but she still wants to believe there’s a heaven. so yeah she would die happily, dreaming of being reunited with ancestors…

6. What’s their sexual, romantic, and gender orientation? Do they feel comfortable telling other people?

sexual/romantic: pansexual, gender: cis female. aries is fine with telling other people, mostly cuz she’s always after sex and wants to know who’s up for it

20. Do they have any hobbies? What are they?

aside from causing general mayhem and misery for the ncr and anyone in the vicinity: target practice, hunting, dancing, and reading old agony aunt columns

24. Do they express their emotions freely or hide their true feelings?

aries would never cry in front of anyone ever. only her husband and children. it’s not that she’s closed off, she just isn’t an emotional person in general, apart from anyone she’s quite intimate with. she’s so laid back she finds it hard to put into coherent words how she’s truly feeling

I answered 17 for carm!

37. Favorite armor/ outfit?

I can’t remember what she wears canonically now but anything that’s both fashionable and armed with braces is a great fav for carmen. I believe I had a mod installed which is a dress and leather jacket combo, with those modified armour pieces you get off raiders, a few limbs causing electrical shocks or w/e… she likes to be a force of nature in that way ;D but once she gets into the institute it’s back to clean, civilian, pre-war clothing

28. Would you describe them as selfless or selfish? Does it depend on the situation?

ahhhmmmm… both! depends on the situation!!!! she is extremely manipulative when she has her sights on something. but she would also lay down her life to save another person, as evidenced subtly when she was a district attorney and chose to work for the state and be a lawyer for people who couldn’t afford the fees rather than going into private practice. that was purely selfless, because it did cost her money and a career if you think about it. she also gave lots of free consultations in the time of america she was from where there was non stop strife and equally a million court cases and legal troubles.

come between her and her son, though? selfish 200%