#she’s not violent towards other dogs fr but

[twistedappletree]

omfg another dog attacked my dog but she’s fucking huge and started going WILD on the other dog. so now my hand’s all tore tf up because i blocked all her attacks from the little dog 😭

[uglyduckling339]

KY'S LIFE IS STRANGE DOUBLE EXPOSURE NONSENSE LIVEBLOG: Episode 5

(spoiler warning OBVIOUSLY)

tutorial episode 1 episode 2 episode 3 episode 4

So i took a minor (like a week long) break after ep 4 bc ugh but im back now :D

highkey after that SHITSHOW of an ep (4), i dont even remember what the plot is nomo

max jumped into the storm ! okay girl yodo

chat im gonna be so fr this entire ep was hella confusing. it was a nightmare but not? it was real but not? what the fuck happened

anyways 2 moons 😍 it's to signify that the universes are indecipherable rn

HER JOURNAL ENTRY AW :( "i'm playing it with somebody new now"

i'm lowkey scared of this nightmare scene. LiS' scene was literally HORRIFYING

wait is safi like in a diff world from us

okay yes rhis is 100% a nightmare jesus fuck

pompedo text but cat is so cutesy

WARREN?? OH MY GOD

another glitch lmao, mose's cig is puncturing through the ash tray

YO HE GOT SAFI'S LINES.

POSSESSED MOSES??

Okay this is highkey cool

OH MY GOD IT'S SAFI NOW?? WOAH

OH. SHES IN OUR MIND TOO ! DUH

max take a selfie quick get her out

BLUE BUTTERFLY?? DONT FUCK W ME RN.

dog is this real or fake. im so lost.

WHEN ONE DOOR CLOSES 🗣

oh my god

oh my god

oh

my

god

BLACKWELL

um. why is it max and safi 😭 thats so random

it's giving me and my mutuals when we quote LiS ngl

highkey this is funny to watch

i'm so using this scene for a tiktok

oop girl u dont got no power nomo

OH ALSO !! TRAUMA YIPPIE

i feel like this would've hit better if they js redid the og scene w nathan and chloe but wtvr

JOYCE KATE AND VICTORIA??? OH MY GOD

i bet chloe's gonna be the last text in this

guys i forgot how to universe hop lmao

GO FUCK YOUR SELFIE??? THE BINDERS??

for yalls info, jeffershit got to 24 girls according to the binders on the table

WOAH RACHEL ON THE WALL

more trauma yay

"he is selling you for parts" ?

OH MY FUCK. THE SEAT.

OH MY GOD

"I'm not 18 anymore" YES !! YES MAX ILYSM

yeah okay so lucas is violently compared jefferson. broski one is WAY worse n it's not lucas i fear

the camera shaking was crazy omg

YESS FREE URSELF MAX !!

why's there a giant ass tree here lmao

MORE SITS 🗣

yall know damn well how much i fw these sits

apparently safi spoke but i couldn't hear the audio for her, i could only read the subtites ?

also the music has gotten highkey fire tbh.

it's giving Before The Storm vibes

one huge complaint about this game is the lack of dialogue between characters. in LiS u could spend ages talking to every single minor character and now beyond cut scenes theres like. reggie diamond vinh and loretta n thats it.

AH WHERE DID YALL COME FROM

this gotta be a nightmare bro yall keep jumpscaring me

Reggie !! my fav !!

bro what is a time vortex.

yay that totes made sense ! 10/10 explantion

poor reggie i love him sm :(

VINH !! MY OTHER FAV

Omg wait so they all remember both worlds?

woah okay sick

brother move ONNN. she dont like u

nobody:

max: maybe you should focus on what's in front of you (me) and move on (towards me)

LMFAO GWEN'S JS CHILLING OUTSIDE MID-STORM

ngl that's such a mood. Me too girl.

jesus so like max is gonna have to tell EVERYONE about her powers after this

AHHH CHLOE TEXT

"so tired of being sorry" max :(

LMFAO? VINH/MOSES ROMANCE AU OKAYY

YO WHAT THE HELL

Chloe in the Dark Room core

I HAVE SO MANY COMMENTS BRO WHAT

um okay we're gonna move on from that polaroid but. okay man. enjoy his telescope ig

woah this is a new place

oh my gosh this is a post-storm motel

WAIT OKAY SO i chose bae>bay, what happens in bay>bae for this scene??

this is making me sad guys. chloe come home

oh dear god please not another dorm time loop

bro what is max on abt this is very clearly the same fucking room💀

ohh the painting is diff.

its still the same room tho

FUCK U MEAN THIS IS A DIFF ROOM BRO ITS THE SAME AS THE LAST 2

okay actually i lied. cleveland doesnt have a hot plate

OH MY GOD IS THIS THE FIRST ROOM POST-BREAK UP :(

why is this bitch YAWNING so much. wake up.

woah wheres the color

THE WALLS ARE FAKE?? WOAH

okay yeah girl take a nap. no problem. totes time for a break. right now. mid-storm.

omg it's like her sense of reality is slipping

OHH okay fine. thats why they're the same room. that's kinda chill ig

N E B U L A

baby wake up this is a nightmare

oo double sits !!

fucking bitch ass fuck ass fucking dvsidhjdjd

loading screen.

max not hiding her powers core

this game is SO pretty btw. i love the sky

"i need her" U ALREADY GOT 2 WHOLE ASS LOVE INTERESTS. DOWN GIRL

these doors are so trippy damn

all that for her to be right behind us. cool

okay i like safi now that she's normal again

OKAY CONFIDENT MAX !! ILY

wtf they are soo gay in this ep

i'm genuinely gonna crash out over these loading screens oh my fucking lord

safi is literally chloe w superpowers

yeah okay she kinda got u there max..

oh great Safi's magneto again

oh hell no. max snap on her please. beat her ass into sense

safi out here planning the damn avengers innitive lmfao

what am i even agreeing to.

yes mr nick fury (safi) 🫡 i will be there to join your superpowered team🫡

oh yeah i forgot yasmin is like bleeding out rn

oh my god :( chloe reached out :(

MAX ANSWER HER?? LMAO WHAT

oh fuck yeah guys remind me to watch a video of this part bc i missed what max said abt the text

it's kinda symbolic how in the most peaceful scene we've seen with max, she still hears chloe's voice from likely the worst day of her life. like a symbol for how her trauma will never be fully gone, she's just living around it.

okay ik i was rambling this whole time about wanting her to have a breakdown but honestly this is what i actually wanted :( max healing ily

also tessa rose jackson is an absolute BEAST musically. holy shit

OH so the world's merged? hm

ig it's cool that they remember everything now, max isn't alone w the memories this time.

TIMBID GUY AND GOTH GIRL AW

reggie <3 loretta <3

okay so loretta's grown on me soo much. she's obvi annoying but she doesn't mean actual harm n she's kinda nice

and reggie my fav ! i love him sm

i may have forgotten reggie and vinh fucked (?). yeah my bad man

i'm still so confused. what was real and fake in that storm? what do they specifically remember?

"do u feel 2 ppl fighting in ur mind for the truth" (or whatever tf loretta said) nope ! skill issue on ur part girl

oh wow max asked for consent before snapping pics of every1!! rare sight fr!

that feeling when u post pictures roasting ur students and friends but don't respond to chloe elizabeth price's text

ALSO :( I MISS IRIS :( WHY WOULD U GIVE HIM AWAY :(

is it bc the text. that wasn't real max, i promise ur cat didn't fr send hate to u

good god how does diamond know abt our powers bro

WAIT DO THEY ALL KNOW ABOUT HER POWERS??? HOW DID I MISS THAT?? DID THEY LIKE TELL US THEY ALL KNOW??

max is HARSH with these captions

lmao "Vinh in his natural habitat ; A bar'

bro i love gwen sm. what is that pose😭

NOW HOLD UP MOSES. I DID N O T GIVE MY SEAL OF APPROVAL. ALL I DID WAS LET HER LEAVE TOWN. THAT'S IT.

no hate but why is diamond here and not reggie?? reggie was WAY more involved with this supernatural stuff then her

okay and that's the end of the game !

jk actually there's an end-credit scene (because it's the MCU apparently)

cool so diamond has magic. and safi just happened to know purely bc of a nose bleed. radical 😐👍

guys if u wanted to announce the avengers you could've referenced LiS2 or true colors instead; that's also ok instead of making another character w powers.

IM DYING BRO i've been making avengers jokes and then all i see is a fucking "Max Caulfield Will Return" screen😭😭😭 this is a joke there is no way yall are serious rn😭😭💀

okay um tryna lock back in now, i've got a couple notes:

so overall, this game was VERY if-y. it had some good moments, but the storyline was super unstable and it felt like they didn't really know what they were doing while writing it.

I liked the concept of a multi-versal murder mystery, but once they drifted away from that and started spiralling into the weird Super-Safi storyline it got kinda confusing to follow along

I truly think they had a really great idea with this game, but the weak plot-twists and boring storyline absolutely bombed it. (I guess you could say that the only murderer in this "murder mystery" was the game's plot killing itself)

I also think it had a really lovely messege about overcoming trauma, and I liked how they treated Max's PTSD with the storm (plus her heartbreak from Chloe was actually well handled, which was a huge concern for me when I heard abt it). I think her Dark Room trauma was treated kinda weird bc of the time vortex thing but honestly that was more of a plot-clarity issue over a conceptual problem.

At the beginning, I was HEAVILY judging the music. Maybe my tastes have changed in the past month or sum but now the music isn't that bad (I still HATE the intro song tho) and I actually like the new vibe this game brought to the LiS world. It was def different from the OG LiS game but I feel like thats a good thing since a huge portion of this game is proving that Max isn't that same teenager anymore. She's changed, the world around her changed, and so her new game is a reflection of that.

Also, the cat content... I LOVED customizing the cat, but I thought the add-on was gonna be more obvious and didn't even realize that I had missed the actual content until I went into the trophies menu after playing lmfao😭😭

I have like a million more comments abt this game but I feel like I got all my major stuff out already so I'm gonna stop rambling lol. I still have my pricefield rant/analysis i'm working on and I'll probably make some small comments while I platinum the game but this is it for my live-blogs !! Thank you to my hundreds of adoring fans for sharing these out to world and to the actual 3 people who interacted and decided to try and deciper my insanity ! 🫶

[yhwhsdaughter]

UNHAPPILY MARRIED

pairing: illumi x fem reader x hisoka

content: noncon, a lot of cursing, misogyny, breeding kink, still don’t know how nen works so—

continuation to this

[Name] stared at the sizeable ring with distaste. The expensive piece of jewelry carried so much weight beneath it, crushing the owner. Like sinking ship who’s anchor had been thrown into the sea, preventing it from leaving, [Name] had been subjected from one forceful contract to another—now bound to a hateful man.

Her ball and chain, Illumi, had used his second needle on her, penetrating [Name] yet again, but this time—with the golden item, allowing him to essentially brainwash and control her. Though, being a manipulator, she was able to fight it on occasions.

Illumi had selected [Name] as his future spouse because he believed her more suitable as a partner than Hisoka; their violent tendencies making them prone to destroying each other. According to him, she, on the other hand, was less likely to succeed at killing him. [Name]’s engagement to Illumi was different than his ‘prenuptial agreement’ with Hisoka. While their weird union was mutually beneficial, she was left with nothing but misfortune.

Thus, [Name] was unceremoniously dragged to Kukuru Mountain, towards her new home—the Zoldyck Mansion, where she would train, at her future husband’s behest. That said, she wasn’t going to give in entirely nor easily. He and that clown were fucked if they thought she’d go down without a fight. “I’m not telling you where my parents live.”

Lifeless black eyes stared, “Doesn’t matter, their presence is not required at the ceremony.” [Name] had a strong urge to violently choke him but she figured it wouldn’t do much good, not to mention he would see through it quickly. As if sensing her bloodlust, Illumi turned and gave [Name] one of the most frightening expressions she’d ever seen.

A smile.

Shivers coursed through her body. Training was sounding real good at the moment. Illumi watched her go, pleased. Though he was fond, believe it or not, of her rambunctiousnesses, he liked it best when [Name] was obedient.

In all fairness, he should’ve known better.

“Master Illumi—”

“I know it’s you [Name].”

The face that stared at him innocently was that of a bodyguard, but Illumi wouldn’t be an assassin if he was fooled this way. He noticed the twitch in their hand, “Don’t bother switching with me.”

As if to prove his point, Illumi caught the wrist headed for him. “The point was for you to experience this training.” Instead of doing as commanded, [Name] said, “Well, aren’t assassins supposed to use their abilities to their advantage?” It was a good point, but not one Illumi was willing to argue. His hold tightened, “Obey. Don’t make me disciple you.”

Seriously, there were people who talked sweeter to their dogs. “You can kiss my ass that’s what you can do..” Illumi’s hairs stood up, like an animal about to attack. The air around them turned dark, signaling the exhaustion of his patience and [Name]’s cue to return the body she’d borrowed. As soon as she was in her original form, Illumi leeched onto her with bone-breaking strength, heading back to the manor.

[Name] landed on the bed harshly, head banging against the mattress when Illumi threw her; though the pulsing in her already bruised arm hurt more. Meanwhile, the male pulled down his pants. He was like a disgusting little virgin, eager for a hole. Illumi made an attempt to caress her, “Perhaps you’ll like this training better..” he grunted ever so slightly, “Practice to fulfill your role of wife for when you aah.. bare my children.”

The only thing [Name] would fulfill was her earlier desire to choke the life out of him. “Eat shit and live—mmph!” He and the cursed clown liked to play dirty. Illumi’s particular hard thrust left [Name] gasping for air, her walls clenching around his long cock. She caused him damage too, her nails leaving awful scratches on his back. Blood poured out of them as Illumi left her body, his cum oozing from her opening.

His hand found her cheek, squeezing lightly, “Good. Use that anger to become a stronger bride.” Hate-able as he was, the kiss was meant to be comforting.

“Fuck. Why does it have to be you?”

Illumi obviously did not trust [Name] to go out alone, but why the hell did he have to get the person she hated most. Hisoka smiled like she’d sung him praises, which had [Name] on edge. He was so unpredictable—so him smiling weren’t necessarily a good thing.

“Ohh~~ I missed your filthy mouth. Should we do something with it? ♡”

“Fuck you!”

Hisoka chuckled as [Name] ran away from him. It was truly fun to be around her. As he was more lax than Illumi, the clown gave her a head start, otherwise their little game would be too boring. One thing he and the Zoldyck had in common, was their desire to make their beloved stronger—each in their own way.

“Hm~ I wonder if she’ll really die in another body?” he wondered out loud. Illumi had forbidden him from fatally harming [Name], but Hisoka was never one to follow rules.

“Let’s find out ☆”

[Name] had never tested the limits of her ability, as she didn’t have to before, but things were different now. Without remorse or regret, she kept switching with people, stealing their bodies and running off. [Name] knew Hisoka considered this their cat and mouse chase, but to her it was a chance at freedom. She managed to steal several bodies before the clown caught up.

Hisoka rounded [Name], her real form on his shoulder, as she was currently in the body of a middle aged man. Willing to live like this if it meant not seeing the psycho pair again, she moved with intent to flee but Hisoka was faster. Without hesitation, he plunged his hand into the torso of the man. His arm protruded on the other side, [Name] had no time to react, merely gasping in pain. Impaled by an extension of Hisoka’s body, [Name] wanted to curse him out but blood spilled out when she tried to even speak.

She felt herself dying.

His eyes drilled holes into her soul, smiling as he moved his hand further, causing more pain. Within grasp was her original body, but returning to it would be admitting defeat.

Both knew this well, which is why Hisoka remained close, letting her decide. Before she could actually expire in another’s form, [Name] extended a weakened hand.

Almost too eagerly, the clown had [Name] back. His arms tightened themselves around her, suffocating and constricting. Sniffing a few loose strands of her hair, he proposed, “Illumi should transform you both into me so we can have sex.” He was always spouting ideas on how to use their abilities for weird sex. “It would be like masturbating~”

Hearing this, she pushed him away, “Fuck off!”

This time, [Name] did not run. Her energy was depleted; it was through pure spite that she could walk without assistance, not wanting to be jumped by the clown.

Hisoka watched her go with a tent in his pants, her rebellious attitude was such a turn on for him, “Can’t wait to bite into this forbidden fruit ♡ ☆”

“Stop moaning!”

[reordering-the-planets]

MBTI personality types as ancient Greek gods and godessess

ESFJ Aphrodite (Ἀφροδίτη): Born out of the foam of Uranus’ (God of sky) castrated parts that his son, Titan Cronus, had thrown to the sea. Thus, she emerged from the Ocean in all her beauty and grace and all the water Nymphs and all the Winds came to bow before her. Goddess of love and beauty, of pleasure and of passion as she was, all the men desired her and all the women envied her graces. She married Hephaestus, she desired Ares and she loved Adonis. One could always glimpse her winged son, Eros, god of desire, flying above her as she would’ve often whispered to his ear the next mortal whose his heart was about to be shot by Eros’ arrows.

ENFJ Apollo (Ἀπόλλων): God of light, of sun, of music, of poetry, of truth, of knowledge and protector of the arts. He was everything and he knew it all. People worshiped him all over the known world and build him the most gracious and marvelous temples and oracles, where sunbeams would make the white marbles shine as bright as the sun. In return, Apollo through the voice of gifted diviners would reveal to them what would the future hold. He played his lyre and his daughters, the Muses, would come over from the valleys to accompany his sweet melodies. He loved and protected the young as he, himself, remained a young man forever. He was a healer, but if the mortals were to infuriated him, he would bring the greatest of the plagues on them.

ISFP Artemis (Ἄρτεμις): Twin sister of Apollo as they where both children of Zeus and Leto. Quieter and humbler by nature than her twin brother, she found her call in the deep forests, the mountains and the moon. She befriended all the living things of the wild and devoted herself to their protection. Always bearing a bow in the hand and a handful of arrows on her back, she would hunt in the forests, but she’d never become violent, always honoring her prey. Although she took an oath to remain a virgin, young Orion became her hunting companion and he managed to win her heart. Their love was never meant to blossom, as Artemis shot Orion with an arrow by accident and killed him.

ESTP Ares (Ἄρης): Son of Zeus and Hera as he was, he would grow to become a forceful and a fearful one. Gifted with great physical strength and an everlasting blood lust, he excelled in the battlefields and become a soldier model for the Spartans. He was Aphrodite’s secret lover and together they had many children like Eros, who followed his mother, and Deimos (god of terror) and Phobos (god of fear), who both followed Ares as his warfare companions. The other gods tended to avoid him and on the great Trojan war he was on the losing side, therefore triggering Zeus’ anger towards him. Later, the Romans acknowledged his military intelligence and worshiped him by the name of Mars.

ESTJ Athena (Ἀθηνᾶ): If someone contrived to impersonate the essence of the ancient Greek spirit, it would look like her. It does not surprise that she was goddess of wisdom, handicraft and warfare as well. All three basic elements of the city that she fought with Poseidon for, thus founded and gave it her name, Athens. Athena always wore a helmet, brandished a spear and kept her shield with Medusa’s head on it (that Perseus had gifted to her for helping him in murdering that marine beast) by her side. Legend has it that she was born fully armored from Zeus’ forehead. However, Athena would never initiate an  unreasonable, blood spilling war against her enemies like Ares would do. Wise and strategic as her mind was, Athena favored those with strength and bravery, like Hercules and Perseus, with courage and valiance, like Bellerophon and Jason, as well as those with a sharp mind, like Odysseus, aiding them in multiple ways.

ENTJ Poseidon (Ποσειδῶν): He is known as the sea god, but in fact there was not an element that wouldn’t bow to his will. Poseidon was ruler of the seas, the rivers and all the running waters. He was commander of the earth, the soil, the storms and the mighty earthquakes. He was protector of the noble horses and, as many say, he was the true king of Atlantis. Although he lost supervision of Athens to Athena, the Athenians didn’t forget his volition to become their guardian and they worshiped him almost as much as her. They build him a magnificent temple on the windy top of Cape Sounion, where the waves of the great Aegean sea would crush the rocks beneath it. Poseidon would often help seafarers reach their destination safe and sound. Damn those who would dare sail without a sacrifice to his name for appeasing the tides. A tremendous storm created by a swing of his trident would crash their ship to an unknown land or, even worse, he would drag them all the way down to his wet kingdom. 

ENTP Zeus (Ζεύς): The father of the Gods wasn’t an easy one. As every king that walked the earth, the sea or the skies before and after him, he was whimsical, temperamental and stubborn as a bull. In fact, there were times that he would take the form of a real bull or an eagle, a swan, a bear, a serpent, a flame or even a shower of gold, always to seduce a new love interest of his own. Europa, Cassiopeia, Leda, Alcmene and Ganymede are just a handful of all the women and men he desired and approached while transformed into a creature of beauty, with the sole intention of sleeping with them. It’s no wonder that his wife, Hera, was always mad at him, thus she was the only one that ever managed to scare him a little bit. However, he was Father of everyone and everything. Mortals should not forget that without Zeus, the world would still be at the hands of his tyrannical father, Titan Cronus, whom Zeus with the help of his brothers and sisters managed to overthrow. Thus, he became the true ruler of the skies, bearer of the thunder and enforcer of law and order as well. Among mortals, he was yet another mighty symbol of civilization and justice.

INTJ Hera (Ἥρα): She wasn’t the wife next door. She was the queen of Gods and protector of all the women. Someone could even see her as one of the very first symbols of feminine power in ancient cultures. Her rightful rage towards her unfaithful husband, Zeus, was the fuel of her many vengeful actions against him and his lovers. Although she refused Zeus’ first marriage proposal, after marrying him, she became goddess of marriage and patron of the household and childbirth. Hera could be your worst enemy (even Zeus was sometimes afraid of her), but also your most valuable ally. But, most of all, she was true to herself and to her worshipers. After all, she was the queen-mother of the world.

INTP Hades (ᾍδης) or Plouton (Πλούτων): After the Gods defeated the Titans at the beginning of time, the males ones (Zeus, Poseidon and Hades at that time) gathered together to drew lots of ruler-ship over the world. Although Hades was the eldest between them, Zeus received the sky, Poseidon the earth and the sea, but Hades’ fate was to become king of the underworld. He took Persephone, Demeter’s daughter, for his wife and made her queen at his side. A giant three-headed dog guarded the doors to the underworld, thus making entrance to anyone alive almost impossible. Hades didn’t care for the affairs of the world of the living, or even for the matters of the rest of the gods. Although he wasn’t evil, mortals avoided to refer to him by his name in case they drew his attention. They mostly called him Plouton, which meant “rich”, as all the precious minerals came from the underground, thus the boundary of Hades’ kingdom.

ISFJ Demeter (Δημήτηρ): A rather motherly figure and a well-respected goddess. Demeter loved the earth and everything that came from the soil. She protected farmers and brought to them a good harvest year after year. The humblest seed took root whenever blessed by her. Nothing was more precious to her than her own daughter, Persephone. When Hades abducted Persephone with the intention to marry her, Demeter fell in deep sorrow and not a single thing would grow anymore. Everyone was desperate, and an era of great famine was upon the humans.

INFP Persephone (Περσεφόνη) or Kore (Κόρη): It is said that before her abduction by Hades, Persephone was called Kore, which means maiden or daughter. She was, in fact, the beloved daughter of Demeter, that one day while she was peacefully gathering flowers, Hades came and abducted her, as he was deeply in love with the girl. Demeter was so angry and sad after that incident, that forbade the earth to produce and she begun to wander around looking for Persephone. Zeus heard the cries of the hungry mortals and persuaded Hades to release her. Hades tricked Persephone to eat the seeds of a pomegranate before leaving the underworld, but she ignored that if someone tasted underworld food, they were obliged to come back. Demeter agreed that Persephone would spent half a year on earth and half below it. As a result, the time that Persephone returned to Hades as queen of the underworld, Demeter’s sorrow of her daughter’s absence would make winter on earth. As soon as Persephone come back to earth, she would bring the spring with her. Thus, people worshiped her as a goddess of the springtime and the flowers.

ENFP Dionysus (Διόνυσος, Diónysos) or Bacchus (Βάκχος): This one knew how to enjoy life to the fullest. As the god of wine, theater and ecstatic dance, Dionysus was an emblem of freedom and basically... fun. With vines in his hair, a thyrsus in his hands (a wand of ivy vines and leaves) and a smile on his face, Dionysus would stroll the valleys with his many followers, dancing ecstatically, driving them to divine mania. Mortals would call him “the god who comes”. His companion included goat-legged satyrs and maenads. The last ones were women who, after coming to ecstatic frenzy through dancing and drinking, would please Dionysus through blood-offerings, which in some cases meant that maeneds would kill men with bare hands. Dionysus is said to be a god who dies and rises back from the dead. His many, divine powers still remain a mystery to many of us, mortals.

ISTP Hephaestus (Ἥφαιστος): His form and character does not remind of a god. He was a shy one and would rather spend his time crafting weapons on his hot anvil. However, Hephaestus was the god of fire and served as a blacksmith of gods and heroes. His many creations include Hermes' winged helmet and sandals, Aphrodite's girdle, Achilles' armor, Heracles' bronze clappers, Helios' (god of the Sun) chariot, Eros' bow and arrows and all the thrones of the Gods in Olympus. The legend has it that he was Hera’s son, one that she made by herself out of jealously of Zeus giving birth to Athena out of his head. However, Hera ejected him from mount Olympus, because he was lame on one leg. Hephaestus took revenge against Hera by crafting her a magical golden throne, which, when she sat on, it didn’t allow her to stand up, thus making both her legs useless.

ESFP Hermes (Ἑρμῆς): Also known as the “divine trickster”, the messenger of the gods and the guide to the underworld. Hermes was a pleasant god who protected travelers, merchants, shepherds, athletes and thieves, as he was all of those things himself. His appearance is quite known. A young man with the top of his head full of playful curls, wearing winged sandals, winged petasus (traveller’s hat) and holding the kerykeion (a short staff entwined by two serpents and surmounted by wings). Always being on the move, Hermes loved playing tricks on other gods and mortals.

ISTJ  Hestia (Ἑστία): Hestia was one of the six children of Kronos and Rhea (among Zeus, Hera, Hades, Poseidon and Demeter) and therefore one of the oldest Gods. She was goddess of the home and domesticity as her name suggests (Ἑστία means “hearth”) as well as protector of households. Mortals used to gift her the first offering of every sacrifice in the household. During the founding of a colony, flame from Hestia's public hearth in colonizers’ mother city would be carried to the newly founded one. Hestia rejected both the marriage proposals of Poseidon and Apollo, and took an oath of virginity (like Artemis). She cared little for the conflicts of gods and mortals and tended to her domestic matters. Hestia was the simplest and humblest between gods and even offered her place in Olympus to Dionysus, making him the 12th Olympian god in her place, thus showing her divine magnanimity.

INFJ Asclepius (Ἀσκληπιός): He was originally the son of Apollo and a mortal woman. His father offered him, when still an infant, to centaur Chiron to mentor him. Chiron taught him the art of medicine, but an ancient legend says that a snake returned a favor of Asclepius back to him by licking his ears clean and passing him secret knowledge of healing. In order to honor the snake, Asclepius made a rod wreathed with a snake his divine symbol. This very rod is still nowadays associated with healing and medicine. Asclepius mastery of healing reached the level of bringing people back from the dead. This act infuriated Hades and forced Zeus to kill Asclepius and turn him into a constellation known as Ophiuchus ("the Serpent Holder"), which many claim it to be the 13th sign of the zodiac circle.

[ugly-crying-over-bucky-barnes]

Blue Eyes Part 21

Summary: After the Garrison is shot up, the youngest Shelby daughter finds a new home in London. She strips herself of her last name and tries to live a peaceful life far away from her brothers’ chaos in Birmingham. But fate leads her right back into it after she runs into Alfie Solomons.

Part 21: Lies at Margate lead to Ella’s breaking point. 

         Alfie came upon the stash quite by accident. It had been two weeks at Margate and things were going better than he could’ve imagined. Ella was slowly returning to the woman he fell in love with. Her bubbly nature coming back to life after shriveling up in a hospital room for so long. She didn’t speak much about her lost children but Alfie figured that one day they would come to terms with the loss in a healthier way. At that moment, he wanted to focus on her health.

           Ella was out on her daily morning walk with Cyril, strolling along the frigid ocean. Alfie had stayed behind because the brisk air was doing a number on his hip. Instead, he remained inside with Anthea who was more content to play indoors.

           As he flicked through paperwork, he kicked a ball back and forth for Anthea’s amusement. The growing pitbull bouncing to and fro trying to catch the ball, skittering across the wood floors of the cottage.

           Eventually, the ball became wedged under the sofa. Anthea whined and scratched at the cushions, much too large to fit under the narrow space.

           “Alright, alright, I’ll get it,” Alfie grunted as he stood and went over to the couch. “Where’d it go then?” He knelt down and tried to spot the ball. “All the way back there? Fucking hell…” He grumbled and practically had to lay down so he could reach under the couch. He groped around the dusty space until he came across something. It didn’t feel like the rubber ball that was slobbery and had chew marks. Instead, it felt like a piece of cloth.

           Curious, Alfie fished out the mystery item and brought it into the light. It was a large kerchief that was tied up. As he maneuvered the cloth, a clinking sound came from within. It didn’t look at all familiar to him so he untied it and opened it up. As he did, a vial tumbled out and fell to the ground. Luckily, it didn’t break but simply rolled to a stop.

           A sickening feeling gripped Alfie as he saw the entire kerchief was full of the bottles all with a various amount of liquid inside. He searched through a few of them and found that they all bore the same hospital label with dates from when Ella was in recovery.

           It didn’t take Alfie long to crack the case. His wife had been hoarding doses of morphine when she was in the hospital, most likely because once she was at Arrow House she had no access to the vials.

           Suddenly enraged that he’d been played a fool, Alfie bundled up the kerchief and stormed outside. Gripping the makeshift sack tightly, he traveled down the dunes to the shoreline.

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           Ella was just returning from down the beach, Cyril already wet from romping about in the cold waves. The bullmastiff galloped toward him, his tail wagging.

           His wife smiled when she saw him coming. “Is your hip feeling a bit better?” She asked once they were close enough to hear each other over the crashing waves.

           Alfie tossed the vials onto the sand between them. “What the fuck is that?” He demanded.

           Ella’s face lost all its color. She swallowed and shook her head. “I-I didn’t…”

           “Don’t fucking lie to me, Ella!” He jabbed a finger at her. “You tell me that you’ve been hiding this from me the entire time I was trying to take care of you.” He accused.

           “I couldn’t do it, Alfie!” She cried. “I was too sick an-and I wasn’t properly taken off of it.” Tears stung her eyes. “I felt like I was dying!”

           “Unbelievable.” Alfie ran a hand over his mouth in disbelief and turned away from her to pace a few steps. “Fucking unbelievable. I trusted you and this is how you thank me.”

           “Well, fine. You can’t trust me. I’m a fucking Shelby, isn’t that right?” Ella held her arms out wide. “That’s all I’ve ever been to you.”

           “No. No.” He turned around. “None of that. I’m sick of that. The names and all that shit. You’re my fucking wife, that’s what you are. I promised I wouldn’t lie to you and you did the same.”        

           “I wasn’t taking it.” Ella crossed her arms over her chest and refused to look at him.

           “Good, then you won’t be bothered if I toss this nonsense in the sea.” Alfie stooped down to gather the vials up in the cloth.

           His wife twitched violently and she lurched forward. “Don’t you fucking dare.” She snarled.

           “I knew it. I fucking knew it.” He retorted and held the stash away from her. “You look me in the eyes and you tell me that you weren’t fucking touching any of it.”

           She was silent and didn’t move an inch. Instead, she looked out over the ocean and did her best to ignore the internal itching. The itch that demanded she do whatever it took to get those little bottles back. But she refused to go through another withdrawal. Not when she felt like she was mere inches away from death. Not when she woke up in a cold sweat seeing the blue eyes of her children. No. If it killed her then so be it.

           Alfie hardly had enough time to react to Ella pulling out a gun. She pointed it right to her temple, her finger resting on the trigger.

           Her husband’s eyes widened. “Ella…”

           “I’ve had it!” She shouted across the beach at him. “This is how it goes! I’m a Shelby and we’re cursed!”

           “Ella, put the gun down.”

           “No!” She sobbed, her hand shaking violently. “No-no I’ve had it. I wanted them, Alfie. I wanted them because they were mine! They were supposed to be mine. They were supposed to be born here.”

           Alfie kept his distance just in case a sudden movement caused her to react. “Listen to me…just listen for a moment. Okay? Listen.” He tried to soothe softly; his eye kept on the gun. From how badly her hand was trembling it was only a matter of time before it went off.

           “I-I can’t…”

           “You can, you can listen for a moment. Please, love, put the gun down and come over to me.” He coaxed as if she were a spooked horse. “Ella, I’m begging you. I know you’re in pain but I ain’t going anywhere. I’m gonna be standing right here. I can’t live without you, love.”

           “It hurts.” She wailed but she slowly began to lower the gun away from her head.

           “I know, love, I promise it’ll get better.” He held his arms out to her and began to inch towards her. “C’mon, c’mere.”

           Finally, Ella set the gun down in the sand and took a few staggering steps towards her husband. Alfie caught her before she fell and sank to the ground with her. He hadn’t noticed he was shaking too until he had her safe in his arms. His heart was pounding so badly it was hard to hear the waves nearby. But he could hear her crying.

           Cyril came over and nosed his way between the two, licking at their tears.

           “There you are…I’ve gotcha.” Alfie rocked her back and forth. “I won’t let go.”

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           Ella didn’t watch as Alfie discarded the vials. She was curled up in the sunroom, her entire body trembling. Alfie draped a blanket over her for comfort and shepherded the dogs into the room to keep her company while he called around.

           Tommy didn’t answer on the first ring, neither did Ada. Karl answered and said his mum was out running errands. So, Alfie called Polly. In all honesty, he felt stupid for not trying her first. He considered her very wise and level-headed compared to the majority of Ella’s family.

           “Have her withdrawals come back?” Ella’s aunt asked after Alfie gave her the gist of what happened that day.

           “No, she admitted she took some this morning.” He answered and scratched his beard. “I thought things were looking up…didn’t fucking think I was this clueless.”

           “She’s always been good at hiding things. She managed to hide you from her brothers for a good while.” Polly pointed out.

           Alfie smiled weakly and shook his head. How simple things were back then. All he had to worry about was Tommy, Arthur, and John trying to kill him. He’d take that any day over Ella suffering. “I’m scared for her. She was so sick withdrawing last time.”            “You don’t want to see her like that.” The woman surmised.

           It made him feel guilty at the thought. He wasn’t the one suffering through the awful pain of quitting something as addictive as morphine. Shouldn’t he be lucky to be on the other side? But deep down, it made his gut turn thinking about another withdrawal. The last once had put such a strain on their relationship. It tore at him inside and out to see his wife in agony. The uncontrollable shakes, the vomiting, the unyielding sadness. She didn’t deserve any of it. But life wouldn’t give her a break it seemed.

           “What do you suggest?” Alfie asked instead of answering Polly.

           “Maybe you two need some time apart.” She suggested cautiously. After Alfie and Ella had arrived in Small Heath, Polly got a clear enough of a picture of their relationship. The man was obviously fiercely protective over her and yet absolutely head over heels for her. When she moved, so did he. What happened when a planet was knocked out of its orbit around a star? Was it possible to find its way back?

           Alfie gritted his teeth. “I need to be here for her, I promised.”

           “Being there for her doesn’t mean you’re glued to her side, Alfie,” Polly replied firmly. “What if giving her some time was your way of supporting her?”

           Although the concept sounded terrifying to him, Polly’s sage manner made him consider it. Most likely if Tommy had suggested the same thing, Alfie would either laugh at him or tell him to fuck right off. “Where would she even go?” He asked after mulling over the option.

           “I suppose you could ask her.”

           “Yeah, I guess I can.” Alfie turned and looked down the hall to the closed door. Could he be making things difficult for her? Would she be able to find clarity on her own for a bit? He knew he would sacrifice the sun and moon for that woman. So, what was a little time apart? Heart-wrenching, that’s what it was. But Alfie knew something had to give.

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           Traveler therapy. It sounded absolutely ridiculous to Alfie. But the man was hesitant to be away from his wife for the length of time Tommy was talking about.

           “The Lees are like family.” The Shelby man explained upon Ella and Alfie’s return from Margate to London. Alfie mentioned Polly’s suggestion of space to his wife. Ella appeared wary and hesitant. The larger part of her wanted to cling desperately to Alfie, afraid she would lose him. But there was something inside of her that grasped onto the words. A solution, perhaps. Her Alfie’s burden lifted for just a brief time. Her focus turned inward. Was that so bad?

           “She already knows most of them. One of the girls just lost a baby to pneumonia so she’ll have someone who can understand what she’s going through better than any of us can.”

           Alfie pinched the bridge of his nose wearily. “Right, so you talking ‘bout a month or what?”

           “It’s up to her. She wants to go.”

           “I ain’t…tryna control where she goes or fucking whatever, but how’m I supposed to know she’ll be safe?” He asked. The nerves of being separated from Ella were far greater than he expected. It’d been quite some time since they’d gone more than a few days without seeing one another. He’d gotten accustomed to having her as his constant in life.

           “She’ll be perfectly safe,” Tommy assured him. “They know the land better than anyone.”

           “Right…” He rubbed the back of his neck. “Right, well, I want her to be happy, yeah, so if that’s what she wants.”

           “It’ll be good for her. Mark my words.”

~~~~~~~~~~

           So a few days later when things were settled and agreed upon, Alfie traveled with Ella to the outskirts of the city where the Lees were camped. Cassandra Lee, one of the matriarchs, came out to greet them.

           “Look how much you have grown, chavi. But all skin and bones! I will make you something to eat.” The older woman kissed Ella’s cheeks and embraced her.

           The scent of damp pine and roaring fires sparked something that had long been suppressed in Ella. The wild gypsy girl who loved to be outside as much as she could. The girl who begged to sleep out under the stars and go hunting with her brothers. It was a miracle it had been kept under wraps for so long. When for so long she’d insist she’d always be the princess knight of the forest.

           “Come, Isabel has been expecting you.” Cassandra took Ella’s bag.

           “Right, well, I’ll be getting a move on then.” Alfie cleared his throat. He had no idea what Cassandra said but took it as his time to leave. “Tommy said you maybe could call sometimes…or write. But I uh…don’t want you to think you hafta. This is ‘bout you, yeah?” He forced a weak smile. “Just know I love you and I hope you ain’t gonna find some gypsy boy who’s a bit more spry than your ol’ husband.”

           Ella’s blue eyes brimmed with tears. “You silly man.” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “I’ve found the love of my life and I intend to return to him.”

           Alfie sighed and hugged her back. “Come back to me, El.” He kissed her temple. “You take your time and you come back to me how you like.”

           She smiled and pulled him in for a long kiss. “Absence makes the heart fonder.” She whispered softly against his lips.

           “Yeah, love. It sure does.” He already missed her.

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blindsided - oc (barry’s sister) x rafe cameron (ch.6)

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synposis:  christy is a lifelong resident of the outer banks. after a series of hookups with rafe cameron, kook royalty, she’s smitten. what she doesn’t know is about what her boyfriend and brother are involved in behind her back

warnings: use of guns, cannabis use, verbal/physical abuse and violence, cigarette use

a/n: the last chapter! i might have write up an epilogue if anyone wants one?? this was so fun to write and i don’t have any works in progress so please send me requests!

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Rafe threw his truck into park, and stumbled out onto the tall grass. He was surprised he made it all the way to the Cut, with his pounding headache and waves of anxiety, panic, and fear that shook his body. The previous night’s events were too fresh on his mind.

He remembered seeing the cop, her gun pointed at his father. Then his father in handcuffs. Then John B was blaming his father for awful, horrible things. For killing his father, for stealing gold. 

Rafe’s brain was already off from withdrawal. That much was obvious to him - he had hit Christy, he had destroyed his bedroom. 

Rafe had destroyed himself.

He hardly realized that he pulled the trigger until it was too late, until Peterkin was laying on the ground, blood pooling around her. Rafe had hardly registered the yells and screams around him, and instead, blindly obeyed his father, telling him to return home, that he would handle it.

From there, he learned his father blamed John B for the whole incident. Rafe had found Topper and then Kelce, caught up in the manhunt, distracting his brain and fueling his rage.

And somehow, someway, here Rafe was, needing to escape his mind.

“Barry,” he called, pulling open the screen door into the living room. “Barry,” he repeated.

Barry was doubled over, doing a line. He sat up as he finished, snorting and wiping his nose before he answered. “Heyyy, what’s up, Country Club?”

“I need cocaine, Barry. I… I need it.”

“Ay, you lied to me, and I don’t like it when people do that. And, that was it right there, brother.”

Rafe could feel his body and mind weaken at Barry’s words. He tore through the trailer, opening cabins, stumbling down the hallway and into Barry’s room, trying to ignore Christy’s bedroom right across the hallway. “That’s bullshit, Barry!” he yelled, throwing open Barry’s closet doors.

“Yo, get out of my room!” Barry said, grabbing Rafe and throwing him back into the hallway.

 He stumbled down onto the floor in the kitchen. “Barry.... Barry, I fucked up.” 

Rafe could hear his labored breaths, and feel himself shaking.

“Hey, you’re good, you’re good, dog,” Barry was saying. “I’m sure you did, Country Club,” Barry continued, his voice almost a purr as he pulled out a chair and sat down in front of him. “But I can assure you, I’ve done worse. But y’know, my sister isn’t very happy with you.”

Rafe grasped at his hair, Barry’s words crushing him even more. He was crying, but didn’t care. “Barry… I did… something, and now I’m fucked, and like... for life, and I can’t get out of it.”

“My sister know about whatever it is you did?” Barry asked, and Rafe shook his head. “Hey, don’t come here telling me there’s no way out, because that’s a lie,” Barry was saying. “What you need to do is you need to nut up, bro. I got a big fuckin’ problem here, Rafe, you see me crying about it?” Barry fake cried, and Rafe glared at him, anger and adrenaline coursing through him. “No. Rafe, I ain’t got no money, them kids took it. But one of them kids got a twenty-five g reward on him. You help me out, I help you out, I can’t get no more product until I get some money.”

“John B,” Rafe whispered. He looked up to Barry; he sat with his forearms leaning on the back of the chair, grinning. 

“That’s the one,” Barry said, leaning forwards towards Rafe. He could smell his breath. “And when they get him, he’s gonna start snitchin’. On me, on you, on your girlfriend, and I don’t want that happening, cause we’ll all be fucked. What about you, Country Club?”

“No…”

“That’s gonna happen unless we get to him first. So how about we go get him?”

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“What?”

Christy was still on the ground, shaking. She could feel her nose and lip bleeding, the gravel digging into her skin. 

“Someone’s in trouble,” Barry grinned, and Rafe kicked him again.

“Rafe!” Christy screamed, grabbing onto his legs, trying to wrestle him to the ground. 

“Baby, I swear, I didn’t mean to-” Rafe was saying, crying, shutting down. 

“But you did,” she just said, dumbly, in shock. 

It was at that moment that Christy realized she didn’t really know who he was. She had overlooked everything. He was a manipulative, violent drug addict. He had murdered a cop. He had kept so much from her, while she poured her heart out to him, and would have gone to the ends of the earth to help him, to make him happy.

She realized she was still clinging to his leg, and she crawled backwards, repulsed, to end up beside Barry. 

“Rafe… why?”

“She was about to arrest my dad,” he responded, his voice breaking, but she felt no sympathy. 

“So you fucking shot her?” Christy countered back, and she saw his face visibly break.

“I didn’t… I didn’t mean to, I wasn’t myself…” he was saying, breathless. 

“And you knew?” she asked Barry, shoving him roughly. 

“I’m not either of your all’s mother,” he said, raising his hands in surrender. “All I knew is that he needed something to take the edge off, and that I needed my money back from those kids.”

“I can’t fucking believe you two,” she spat, pushing herself away from Barry this time. Some blood came out of her mouth as she spoke. “So what’s your big plan now, huh? Barry, he got away, no reward money for you. Congratulations, Rafe, you’re a fucking murderer. So now what?”

She saw Barry and Rafe exchange a glance. Rafe was visibly shaking from the anger. 

“You’re a little team now? Barry, you’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”

“I own him now,” Barry slurred, grinning.

In that moment, Rafe crouched, picked up his gun, and aimed it back at Barry. Christy reached to grab hers, but Rafe kicked it away, wagging a finger at her. 

“Rafe, if you shoot him, you know what’s going to happen? You’re going to jail.”

“Actually, Christy, I’ll be able to get out of here. You won’t be able to bring yourself to lay a hand on me. And if you rat to the cops, I’m going to rat right back about your operation,” Rafe said. The man in front of Christy was completely foreign, one she had never met before. “It’s your word against mine, and I don’t think your criminal record will help you out.”

He was right. 

“So I can do whatever the fuck I want,” Rafe finished, gripping the gun tighter.

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Rafe remembered when he sobered up the first time.

It was the hardest thing he’d ever done. 

That was the first time he ran to Christy. There had always been something between them, but he was too scared to admit it to anyone, even himself. Topper would shun him, Kelce would insist he could do better with literally any kook. Rafe knew that Christy wasn’t an ordinary pogue.

They had interacted a few times before. At keggers, when they ran into each other at Barry’s place. He didn’t fail to notice her lingering glances, but she never made a move.

Rafe was drunk the first night they hooked up. They were at a kegger at the Boneyard, Christy slinking throughout the mass of people handing out joints. She wasn’t drinking, just a little stoned, mellowed out and laughing freely. Her dark hair fell in loose waves around her shoulders, the navy blue of her bikini top almost blending in with the dark seawater.

Topper went home with Sarah, and Kelce with his girl, leafing Rafe alone. It was shitty of them, and they knew it. Rafe couldn’t be trusted alone, especially in his current headspace. 

So he made a move. He sought out Christy. So few things brought him pleasure those days, and he knew what he wanted. 

She seemed surprised. She agreed to go home with him. She drove his truck back to his place, because she didn’t think going to her place, with Barry, with the drugs, was a good idea. She made sure he wasn’t going to get sick, she made sure he used protection.

Christy was there for him. Every step of the way. In the morning, he pushed her away, realizing who he had hooked up with. A pogue, his ex drug dealer’s baby sister. 

But still, she came back for him when he needed her. She made him feel good, like he could do anything, without the drugs.

When Rafe was finally clean, out of the “withdrawal” phase, he pushed her away. He had his eyes set on tourons and other kooks. He could get anyone he wanted, without the strings Christy had attached to her. After almost a year, he realized that it was those strings he liked: he liked being with someone totally unlike him, someone whose entire life was dedicated to those she loved, and he liked being someone she loved.

That night at Topper’s house, when Rafe saw her, his heart skipped a beat. He had seen her around since they had hooked up, and he started wanting her back in his life more and more. 

That night at Topper’s house, he knew he had to make the jump.

He watched her all evening. Do her normal thing. Fake flirt just to make a deal. Exaggerate her laughs and her smiles. Rafe could see right through it all, that she just wanted to get out of here. When she wandered away to her two friends, lighting a joint, Rafe knew it was time.

The rest was history.

She poured her heart out to him, and him to her. When Rafe was with Christy, it was like he was living a life he had never lived before. He didn’t have to worry about impressing his father, because to Christy, he was already perfect. 

Rafe knew, deep down, he was using her. Just like when he was using drugs. He just couldn’t bring himself to admit it.

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“Rafe,” Christy said. She was aware of how weak her voice sounded. “You can’t shoot him. You never would.”

“Shut up!” he yelled, this time, waving the gun towards Christy. “You don’t know me!”

The gun was on her, and she was frozen. It wasn’t the first time she had been in this position, but it was the first time it had been with someone like Rafe. 

“I know you better than you think,” she replied. “Rafe, I know you hate your life, and I know you can’t bring yourself to fucking shoot the two people who work to make your life better. Without Barry, without me, where would you be?”

Suddenly, Rafe grabbed the front of Christy’s t-shirt and pinned her against his truck. Barry yelled something, but Rafe kicked him, and pressed the gun to the bottom of Christy’s jaw.

“Barry, you move, your sister’s dead!” he yelled. Christy met her brother’s frantic eyes before returning to Rafe’s. He leaned his face towards hers, his lips peeled back in a snarl. “You don’t know me.”

A split second was all it took. 

Barry threw himself onto Rafe, the gun firing. Christy dropped to the ground on her stomach, the gravel digging into her stomach, grabbing her discarded gun and levelling it towards Rafe from where she was laying.

Rafe was the only one standing. Barry had a hold of his gun, training it on him, grinning wickedly despite the blood dripping down his other arm, which he held close to his body.

“Rafe, you get the fuck out of here, and our mouths are shut and yours better be too,” Christy said with an unnerving calmness, shooting Barry a look. He glared back at her but didn’t argue. “And I never want to see you again.” 

There was a long period of silence and no movement from anyone. Rafe was visibly evaluating his options. Then, he moved, Barry and Christy’s guns following him until he climbed back in his truck and drove away.

Both Christy and her brother stayed on the ground, stunned. It wasn’t until then that she realized how badly she was shaking, dropping the gun back to the ground in disgust.

“Hey, Chris,” Barry said, pulling her out of her trance. He was sitting ten feet from her, his hand pressed over his bloody arm. 

“You good?” he asked as she looked over at him, and she nodded, but was still unable to move, processing everything that had happened in the past five minutes.

Rafe pulling up. Pulling a gun on Barry. Pointing a gun at her. He hit her, he threatened her, and told her he killed Peterkin, pressed a gun to her head. The look he had in his eye was foreign - it wasn’t the Rafe she knew. She had told herself she would stay with him through his best and through his worst, but she never realized he could stoop so low.

Christy had known, deep down, that Rafe was using her. At least that’s what happened the first time. But when he came back for her, there was something there. She had pushed those thoughts away, but they resurfaced too late.

Barry’s touch finally fully brought her back. She could feel the wetness of blood from his hand on her arm, and she shoved his hand away, looking at his arm. The discharged bullet had ripped through the inner muscle of his bicep.

“Barry…” she said dumbly, going to take off her shirt to press around it or tie it around it or do something to stop the bleeding. Her brother protested, but she shut him up with a quick “let me be the one to take care of you, okay?”

The words came out of her mouth without her even thinking, and Christy realized her ultimate flaw. She cared too much for everyone. Maybe it was from a lack of people truly caring for her, but she knew that a lot of her love for Rafe was due to the fact that he was broken and she was able to fix him.

Temporarily, at least.

You failed, her brain told her, but she pushed the thought away as her fingers were coated in blood from her brother’s arm. Christy knew he had been through worse when he was in the Army, but she didn’t care.

“Come here,” he coaxed as she finished tying the shirt around his arm. He pulled her into a one-armed hug, her face in his chest, and she cried.

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That night, after walking back home with her brother and making sure his arm was okay, Christy packed a bowl and walked out to the end of the dock to watch the sunset. 

As she smoked, she thought about the constants in her life. There weren’t many. There was Barry, of course. That’s all she came up with at first. But then, she realized she loved where she lived, even if it meant existing on the same island as Rafe Cameron. She liked the sunshine that warmed her skin. She liked the waves she could escape in on her surfboard. She liked the shorebirds, hopping around the beaches terrorizing the tourons.

Those were things that would never go away. While there may be more Rafe Camerons in the future, or maybe someone better than Rafe Cameron.

As Christy laid back on the dock, she remembered her stoned thoughts from a few weeks before. The world is like a snowglobe. Agatha shook everything up. Most people settled, their lives back to normal. Some flakes rested precariously on trees, on houses, on people. They had a new vantage point, but gravity was always trying to suck them back down to the ground.

She remembered that she viewed herself as the snowflake, with Rafe as her pillar of support, but Christy realized that was all wrong. Rafe was the snowflake. Rafe was the one who was unstable, seeing the world as he never had before. With Christy, he was exposed to the rough and tumble life of those who lived on the Cut, packing weed into emptied-out cigarettes, spending nights in stuffy, humid trailers without electricity. Christy was his tree, holding him up, supporting him.

Rafe had fallen hard off that tree. 

He went back to old habits. Nothing had changed about him. He was continuously exploited by his father, wrapped up by the scandals that came with life as a kook, especially as a Cameron. Rafe had pushed her away, surrounding himself with people who lived the same life he did instead.

It was at this realization that Christy understood. She came to peace with herself. 

She stood, walking back across the dock. Barry had built a fire and was sitting in one of the beat-up lawn chairs, watching it. One arm was bandaged. One hand held a beer, several discarded cans laying on the ground beside him.

“The alcohol will thin your blood and make you bleed more,” Christy said flatly, sitting down in the chair next to him.

“You got any weed left on you, then?” he asked, his words slightly slurred. She knew he had an embarrassingly low tolerance, and handed him her pipe and lighter.

“Should still be some in there, I repacked it not long ago,” she said, but he was already coughing out smoke.

“You already over him?” Barry asked after he recovered. 

Christy looked at him through her hooded eyes and smiled, lighting a cigarette now that Barry had her pipe. “There’s nothing I could have done for that boy and nothing he would have done for me. Rafe Cameron is Rafe Cameron. I shouldn’t have been stupid enough to not see that.”

“You live and you learn, baby sister,” Barry said, raising the pipe up in a toast. She lightly hit her cigarette against it, taking a long hit. 

Nights like these were what she had as a constant in her life. People come and go, but Christy was always going to exist. What she realized now is that she could control who to give her love to. She would continue to love her brother, no matter how much he pissed her off. She vowed to continue to love herself, and not let any more toxic people in her life.

As Christy smoked her cigarette, she smiled to herself, knowing that she got something out of her time with Rafe Cameron. In reality, she and him weren’t that different.  Before Rafe, she was lost, just trying to find someone to love before chasing her next high, broken by their pasts.

But now, Christy knew who she was and where she belonged. She was a pogue from the Cut and proud of it.

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if risk leads to ruin, my heart would forgive me (1/1)

SOS, Captain Swan has taken over my brain. 

Fandom: Once Upon A Time

Pairing: Killian Jones/Emma Swan

Summary: "He tells her all about what made him open a dog shelter, and how much he loves his job. She admires his passion, and finds that she could listen to his voice for the rest of her life if he’d let her."

OR, a story in which Emma and Killian become friends because their dogs become friends.

AO3

Emma never really considered herself an animal person. Probably because she never had a pet growing up, moving from foster homes to group homes, half her time spent wondering where she’d be living the next day. Pets are something she associates more with family, with a real home, something she was never privy to.

Then one day, Henry came home from school with a golden retriever at his side. She called local animal shelters, posted pictures of him online, did everything she could to find the poor guys home.

And nothing came of it.

She and Henry got a little attached, so they named him Duck (courtesy of Henry, who thought Duck Swan was a hilarious name) and he became a permanent fixture of their little family.

She takes Duck on a walk on the first nice day in April, and she revels in the feel of the sun on her skin after months of bundling up for freezing weather. She’s even humming quietly, a sense of peace coursing through her.

That is, until Duck lunges playfully at an unsuspecting Australian Shepherd dog. Emma’s eyes widen. “Shit,” she mutters, pulling on Duck’s leash. “Duck!”

There’s laughter beside her and she turns to see a man running toward his dog, Duck’s new pal, and he grabs his leash. There’s commotion as she and the stranger both shout at their own dogs, trying to tug them apart.

Emma laughs, though, when her dog lays in the grass, panting happily as the other dog nudges at him playfully.

She glances over at the stranger, and curses herself for almost immediately noticing that, god, he’s attractive. Like, unreal attractive, actually.

“It seems my Davy has taken quite a liking to your pup, love,” he says, and she laughs, raising an eyebrow at his lilting accent.

She shrugs nonchalantly. “It’s easy to do,” she says smugly, as if she were personally responsible for her dog’s adorable factor.

He grins at this, eyeing her carefully, and Emma does not miss the way his eyes slowly travel from her head to her toe. She shoots him a look, and he has the decency to look embarrassed.

“Killian Jones,” he says, extending his free hand as the dogs continue to roll around together.

She looks at his hand, then meets his eyes again, chuckling. “You named your dog Davy Jones?” she asks. “Like… the pirate?”

He chuckles, rolling his eyes good-naturedly.. “Of course I did. And you are?”

She extends her hand, shaking his easily. “Emma Swan.”

He nods at their dogs. “And this is…?”

She rolls her eyes. “That’s Duck.”

It takes him a minute, but a smile slowly takes over his whole face, and it’s almost blinding. Emma looks away, glances down at the dogs again, because she can’t quite meet his eyes when he’s smiling like that.

“Duck Swan?” he says finally, laughter in his tone.

She shrugs. “My son named him,” she says, and waits for him to flinch, to wince, to anything, at the mention of her son. He only beams at her. She doesn’t know which scenario is worse.

“He’s a smart lad,” he says, and she glances over at the dogs, keeping her focus on anything other than his kind eyes. It’s too disarming.

“Yes, I suppose,” she agrees, and sighs. “Speaking of, I have to pick him up from school, so, I guess I have to break up this play date,” she says, tugging lightly on the leash.

He shuffles a little closer to her, tugging on his own leash. “It was lovely to meet you, Emma,” he says quietly, and she smiles tightly up at him, nodding kindly before getting a hold of Duck and heading back to her car.

---///---

On Saturday, Henry wakes up well before eight in the morning, shaking his mother awake gently.

Emma squints one eye open, staring at her nine-year-old son. “Are you okay?” she asks sleepily.

He nods. “It’s really nice out,” he tells her.

She turns around, glancing up at her clock. Then she groans, stretching her legs out, before returning her attention to her son. “Yes?”

He grins. “Well, Duck really wants to go to the park,” he says innocently, but she gives him a look and his cheeks turn pink. “So do I.”

Emma hums. “Give me time to wake up, kid, and then we will go.”

He practically rushes back out of her room, and Emma laughs lightly, rubbing the sleep out of her eyes.

It takes her less than a half hour to drag herself out of bed, shower, and get herself somewhat presentable. Or at least, presentable enough for a walk through the park on a Saturday in Boston.

Henry’s going on and on about a story he has to work on for English class, and she does her best to keep up with his spiraling thoughts. He’s going on about recreating fairy tales, and she just takes the time to admire his passion and excitement. These qualities, she is sure, he inherited from his father. And seeing them in her son, the person she loves more than anyone on this planet, well, it makes her anger towards Neal fade quite a bit.

“Mom,” he says, cutting off his own thought. She glances down at her son, and he points to the guy sitting at the bench a few feet from them, who is smiling openly at her.

And, of course, it’s Killian. And Davy.

Oh, and a beautiful brunette.

Emma feels a pang in her chest that she doesn’t even really understand. She moves to head down a different path, one that doesn’t take them right past the bench, but Duck starts barking wildly, running straight to Davy. Henry, who has a tight hold on the leash, gets pulled violently to the bench.

Holding in her groan, she slowly walks toward the couple and their dog.

“Swan!” Killian calls, standing up and watching adoringly as the dogs tangle together.

Emma has to admit, looking at the dogs, that they are pretty adorable together. She lets a small laugh escape, shaking her head. “Wow, they love each other,” Emma observes.

“They’re best mates, of course,” Killian agrees, and then motions to the woman that is still sitting on the bench, watching the scene before her with interest. “This is my girlfriend, Milah,” he says.

She’s older, Emma thinks. Maybe ten years older than him. But she’s breathtakingly beautiful.

“Milah, this is Emma Swan. I met her here the other day when our dogs tackled each other,” he says, and Milah stays seated but smiles just the same.

Henry’s giggling at the way that the dogs are playing together, and Emma points in his direction. “This is my son, Henry,” she says, and Henry spares them a smile before joining the dogs in the grass, laughing as he rolls around with them. Emma can’t help it, she pulls out her phone and snaps a picture.

Emma tries not to look over at Milah again. Really, she does. But she seemingly has lost physical control of her body because she turns back and looks at Milah, who is watching her too. Her eyes are distant, her face guarded, so different from the openness and trust that Killian seems to wear on his face at all times.

She awkwardly smiles, and turns to see Killian watching the exchange thoughtfully.

“Lad,” Killian calls out to her son. “I heard you came up with the name Duck?” he asks.

Henry stands up, brushing the grass off his body, and nods, his face full of pride. “Yeah!”

“Brilliant,” Killian shouts, and Henry smiles wider, if that’s even possible. “This is Davy Jones. He has taken quite fondly to you it seems,” he says, crouching down so he’s at Henry’s height.

“Davy Jones,” Henry repeats, then chuckles, looking over at his mom with glee. “That’s awesome!” he shouts.

Even Milah laughs at this, the joy on Henry’s face too pure to deny.

“Thank you,” Killian says, shooting an I-Told-You-So look at Emma, who only rolls her eyes. “I thought it was quite clever as well.”

Emma rocks back on her heels, and she looks down at her watch. “Henry, why don’t you start trying to reign Duck in, okay? It’s about time for breakfast,” she calls.

Killian frowns slightly at her, but she pretends not to notice.

She also pretends not to notice the way his jeans look like they were tailored just for him, or how he somehow makes a plain black tee look like vogue, or how his crooked smile sends a shiver down her spine.

“It was nice meeting you, Emma,” Milah says, standing up to join Killian. Emma nods, then gives Killian a wave before practically dragging Henry and Duck down a different path.

“Killian is nice,” Henry says, his voice full of innocent kindness.

“Yeah, he is,” she agrees, shrugging as she ruffles Henry’s hair. “Now, Granny’s?” she asks.

All it takes is the thought of blueberry pancakes for Henry to forget the exchange completely.

---///---

Henry doesn’t forget for long enough, though, because he brings Killian and Davy up at Granny’s.

“Mom’s friend was there, and his dog was so awesome!” he’s saying around a mouthful of bacon. Emma grimaces, shaking her head at her son.

“Chew, swallow, then talk, kid,” she admonishes, and he smiles sheepishly at her.

“Yeah, alright, who’s mom’s friend?” Ruby cuts in, reaching over to take a piece of sausage off of Emma’s plate.

David grunts, looking all sorts of uncomfortable, and Mary Margaret giggles lightly.

The four (five when Henry comes along) of them try to meet for breakfast every weekend, and this weekend is no different. Ruby’s in the clothes she wore out the night before, while David and Mary Margaret look perfect and put together as always.

“Killian,” Henry supplies, as if they’ve all known Killian for years and just forgot.

Ruby raises an eyebrow, and when she reaches over to steal more food, Emma smacks at her hand. “Order your own sausage, Rubes!”

“Killian… weird name,” she comments. “Who is he?” she asks, completely disregarding Emma’s outburst and stealing a piece of bacon from David’s plate instead, who only scowls as he glances over at Ruby’s untouched bowl of fruit.

“I don’t know, some guy at the park,” Emma answers. “I’ve only met him one other time. Duck loves his dog.”

“Is he cute?”

Emma levels Ruby with a hard stare. “He’s not ugly.”

“Ooh, intrigue,” Ruby practically croons, and Henry’s face scrunches together with confusion. Emma glares at Ruby, who just shrugs.

“Ruby, didn’t you hear her? He’s a stranger from the park,” David cuts in, and Emma smiles at David, who has once again, for the thousandth time in their lives, saved her.

“Everyone is a stranger before they meet. They’ve met. They are no longer strangers.”

“Either way,” Emma says sternly before the conversation can spiral even more. “He was there with his very lovely girlfriend, so let’s all change the topic.”

Mary Margaret starts talking about their road trip plans a few months away, and Emma fights the urge to let out a sigh of relief at the change of conversation.

Emma tunes the conversation out, though, when she notices Henry staring across the room and fidgeting with the hem of his shirt. Emma follows his line of sight. A young girl, about his age, was seated in a booth with a grown man, likely her father.

“Who’s that?” Emma whispers, trying not to grab anyone else’s attention.

Henry’s cheeks redden in record time, and he shrugs, looking back down at his plate. “A girl from school,” he answers, and Emma laughs, leaning forward to place a kiss on her son’s head before returning to conversation with her friends.

---///---

The next time Emma sees Killian, it’s after a long overnight shift. She gets home at six in the morning, just in time to get Henry up and ready for school. After he gets on the bus, though, she tosses and turns in her bed for an hour before she gives up on getting sleep. She brews a pot of coffee and looks over at Duck, who’s laying on the couch, eyeing her intensely. She smiles, looking out her kitchen window outside. The sun is shining brightly through minimal clouds.

She jumps in the shower, gets ready, and pours coffee into her large insulated coffee cup before taking Duck to the park.

Emma usually rotates between a few different parks and trails to keep her walks with Duck interesting.

She doesn’t admit, not even to herself, that she keeps returning to Peter’s Park because that’s where she met Killian. She also doesn’t admit that she spent a little more time getting ready for an early morning walk than she normally does, just in case.

And it’s stupid, she knows, this weird flicker of hope she feels whenever her eyes meet his. He has a girlfriend. A girlfriend that is beautiful, and obviously very kind.

She’s not trying to get in the middle of that, she really isn’t. She just thinks that, you know, maybe she and Killian can be friends.

When she sees him, he’s laying on a blanket, Davy laying down next to him, his head resting on Killian’s stomach. Emma’s heart swells, and she forces that feeling down when she approaches him, Duck barking excitedly at Davy.

At the sound of Duck’s barking, Killian sits up and beams when he sees Emma nearing him. She waves easily, dropping the leash and grinning as Davy and Duck wrestle on the blanket, forcing Killian to stand up.

“Swan, you’re frequenting this park as much as me now!” he says, and there is nothing in his tone that would imply that he thinks it has anything to do with him, but she blushes anyways.

And she curses herself for it.

If he notices her reaction, he pretends not to because he just smiles widely at her, sitting back down on the grass, gesturing dramatically to the spot beside him.

She raises an eyebrow but sits down across from him, crossing her legs pretzel style.

“What brings you out on this fine Tuesday morning, Swan?”

He sits back, placing his hands in the grass behind him to support himself.

She shrugs, her eyes on the dogs as she responds. “I had to work night shift last night and I couldn’t fall asleep when I got home,” she tells him.

“Really? When’s the last time you slept?” he asks, concern in his tone.

She looks back at him, and his eyes are so curious. “I napped before work yesterday, so I’m fine,” she says, although the yawn that interrupts her sentence doesn’t quite sell the sentiment.

He laughs, shaking his head. “What do you do for a living?”

She watches as he leans forward, mimicking the way she’s seated, as his fingers pick at blades of grass.

“I’m a detective,” she says casually, waiting for the typical reaction she gets from men about her career choice--something between intimidation and distaste.

He only raises an eyebrow, though, and she pretends that doesn’t mean anything to her.

“Officer of the law? Wow. I could have guessed that,” he says, and she laughs genuinely at this, shaking her head.

“How so?”

He just gives her a half shrug. “You’re something of an open book,” he tells her, and the statement makes her heart race for some reason.

“What about you? Where do you work that you’re able to hang out at the park on a Tuesday morning?” she asks, desperately feeling the need to turn the interrogation around on him.

He smirks, and she feels like he’s looking right through her. “You ever been to Sea Dog’s Animal Rescue on Beacon Street?” he asks.

He looks surprised when his simple question elicits a laugh from her. “I had the weirdest experience there once, actually,” she says. “Do you work there?”

“I own it, actually. What kind of weird experience?” he asks, sounding offended.

She shakes her head. “When I found Duck, he had no collar, and I was trying to connect him to his possible owners. I walked into your shelter and talked to this guy… ahh,” she groans, trying to remember his name. “I don’t remember his name, actually, but I think he hit on me. And he kept calling me sheriff when I told him I was a cop.”

Killian groans. “I’d bet money that was Scarlet,” he says, rubbing a hand over his face. “He’s exhausting.”

She sighs, wondering when she got so good at making new friends. “How’d you meet Milah?” she asks, the question slipping from her mouth before she can stop it.

His smile fades into a look of intrigue, his eyes searching her face with profound sincerity. “It was complicated,” he finally says, his voice taking on a grave tone. “I met her through a friend of a friend. And she was married when I met her.”

He leans over, running his hand lovingly over Davy’s head, who is now laying down next to Duck, both exhausted from their own festivities.

“She was married to a real piece of work. He was terrible to her. And we remained friends until one day, she left him. She ran, actually. And she showed up at my doorstep, needing a place to stay. And the rest is history, I suppose,” he says, but there’s something under his tone that she can’t quite read.

“She seems great,” Emma says, her voice too bright to her own ears.

He nods in agreement, even though his eyes are distant. “She’s a force to be reckoned with.”

She smiles and lays down, looking up at him when she starts telling him about how Duck became a part of her family.

His eyes are kind and encouraging when she tells him about her life in the foster system, and she surprises herself when she tells him about David Nolan, who she met freshman year at Boston University. She tells him about how David made her feel important for the first time in her life, bringing her home to his mom’s on holidays, showing her what it’s like to be a part of a real family.

In turn, he tells her about his brother Liam, who lives in New York with his wife, and how he didn’t have much of a family unit outside of his brother either. He tells her all about what made him open a dog shelter, and how much he loves his job. She admires his passion, and finds that she could listen to his voice for the rest of her life if he’d let her.

As soon as that thought crosses her mind though, she sits up abruptly. “I better get home,” she says, looking at her watch. It’s already nearing eleven, meaning she’s been sitting in the grass with Killian for almost three hours. “I need to get some sleep before Henry gets home.”

She can feel his eyes watching her closely as she grabs her now empty coffee cup, gathering Duck’s leash in her other hand.

“See you around, Jones?”

She means for it to come out as a casual statement, but it sounds more like a nervous question. She stands up, shuffling a little awkwardly on her feet under the heat of his stare. Then he stands up, nodding. “Maybe we can have some dog play dates. Davy enjoys hanging out with Duck a lot, it seems,” he says, and she wonders if he’s really talking about Davy.

He scratches behind his ear nervously, and Emma finds the nervous tick to be incredibly endearing. “Can I have your number, Swan? It might be easier to coordinate walks in the park if I could contact you.”

She nods in affirmation, too afraid to speak as she takes his phone from him, quickly entering in her number.

He takes his phone from her and shoves it in his pocket, settling back into the grass and she and Duck head the opposite direction.

---///---

After that, she and Killian become friends. Or, friend-adjacent. They become park buddies, if anything.

It’s not weird.

At least, that what she’s telling Ruby one night at their favorite dive bar.

Ruby, however, isn’t convinced. She grabs Emma’s phone and opens up her text conversation with Killian.

“Emma Swan,” Ruby shouts, eyes widening as she looks at the texts.

Too exhausted to wrestle her phone back from her best friend, she simply takes another drink of her rum and diet.

“There’s nothing in those texts that warrants the scandalized face you’re pulling right now, Ruby, so cut the crap,” she says tersely.

Ruby chuckles. “It’s not what the messages say, it’s what’s behind those words,” she says cryptically before downing the rest of her tequila sunrise.

“Behind… the words?” Emma repeats slowly, staring at Ruby like she’s lost her mind. Which, perhaps, she has.

“You like him, Em. Why else would you be hanging out with him?”

“I can’t make new friends?” Emma asks, signaling to Mulan that they’re ready for another round of drinks. “We literally hang out like once a week, and all we do is walk our dogs. It’s not romantic, it’s not weird.”

“You can make new friends. But you’re like… keeping him secret. Why haven’t you brought him around, if you’re just friends? Unless… you’re afraid that we’ll all see how hopelessly in love you are if you bring him to one of our nights out.”

“This theory you’re working on?” Emma starts, turning to smile gratefully at their bartender when a new drink appears in front of her. “It’s heavily flawed. I don’t bring him out because there is no reason to… he’s busy. I have you guys. He’s just, like, my park friend.”

“You sound insane,” Ruby decides, setting Emma’s phone back on the bar counter. “But I’ll let it go. For now.”

“We can talk about why we’re really here,” Emma suggests, grinning wickedly.

Ruby furrows her brow in confusion. “We’re here because it’s a Saturday night and your son is at his father's house.”

“Weird how when Mary Margaret invited us over for a cookout you shot her down in seconds, swearing you had to hit up happy hour.”

Ruby scoffs. “I had a long day. Sue me for wanting a drink!” she shouts indignantly.

“Uh huh, and you couldn’t bring drinks to Mary Margaret’s?” she asks.

“What’s your point?” Ruby asks, crossing her arms over her chest.

Emma just turns, making a show of looking over at Mulan, the bartender that Ruby has had a crush on for over a year now.

Ruby chokes out a forced laugh. “That? I’ve been over that for forever, Em,” she argues, but Emma can hear the lie in her voice.

“You sound insane, but I’ll let it go for now,” Emma says, repeating Ruby’s words back to her. Ruby doesn’t mention Killian again after that.

---///---

Emma’s halfway out the door on Thursday evening when she decides to text Killian.

Headed to the park now. You up for a walk?

Are you dead set on the park?

She stares at the text, wondering what he means as she gets into her yellow bug, laughing when Duck immediately shoves his head out the window.

That’s normally where I do my dog walking, yes.

Fancy meeting us at The Jolly Roger?

That weird nautical themed bar by the docks?

She stares at the little animated dots that appear on the screen, heart pounding.

You wound me. This is my favorite bar in Boston. And it’s dog friendly.

Emma stares at Duck, who’s panting happily, and sighs, debating her options.

When she pulls up to The Jolly Roger, she has two realizations that stop her in her tracks. Duck sits patiently on the pavement, watching while his owner has a mental breakdown right in front of him.

Milah might be here.

This is the first time they’re hanging out somewhere other than the park.

Duck moves closer to her legs, licking at her jeans, and Emma sighs. “Fine,” she mumbles to her dog. “Let’s go.”

When she enters the bar, she finds it’s open and filled with natural lights from the tall windows everywhere. She looks around, and smiles when she sees Killian sitting at a round table, Davy laying on the floor under his chair. She raises an eyebrow to see that he’s not alone though. He’s actually surrounded by friends.

She stops and considers turning around and heading straight home, but he spots her first.

“Swan! Over here!” he calls, and she tries not to let her nerves show when all the unfamiliar faces turn toward her.

When she reaches the table, he motions to the empty stool beside him, and Duck howls with excitement, jumping on Davy.

Emma looks at Killian, who’s taking a sip of his beverage, cheeks tinted pink. “Swan! Meet my friends.”

Emma looks at the group surrounding her, two men and a woman, and she laughs when her eyes land on a familiar face.

“Don’t I know you?” he asks in his cockney accent.

Emma cocks her head to the side, considering the man. “I came in to your work like two years ago… you kept calling me sheriff,” she says.

“Emma, this is Will Scarlet. I’d like to apologize in advance for him,” Killian says, and Will shoots his friend a glare, smiling at Emma.

“I do remember you, Sheriff,” he says, sending her a wink. “How could I forget a face like yours?” he asks.

She raises an eyebrow in disbelief at him, and he grins.

Killian rolls his eyes. “This is Robin,” he says, pointing to the man next to Will who is watching the exchange with amusement. “And beside him is his wife, Regina.”

Emma looks at the couple, and smiles at the way that Robin’s fingers trace circles into her back absent-mindedly.

Emma just smiles, feeling a little awkward. “Hi, nice to meet you all,” she says, and then motions to the bar behind them. “I’m just going to go grab a drink.”

“No, love, let me. What will you have?” Killian asks, standing up and inching toward the bar before she can object.

“Rum and diet, please,” she says, and something flickers in his eyes before he nods and turns away.

“So, you’re the infamous Emma, huh?” Will asks, and Emma shrugs. “Killian talks about you all the time.”

Robin groans. “Please, Emma, ignore our friend. He’s a complete tosser and we only keep him around for our own amusement.”

Emma laughs. “Everyone has that one friend, huh?” she asks, and Robin laughs loudly in response. Regina smiles, surprise crossing her face.

“Sad but true,” Robin agrees. “You have one, too, then?”

She thinks of Ruby, her neurotic, mess of a best friend. “Yep. Definitely,” she says.

Killian slides back into his seat, arm brushing hers as he places her drink on the table. She can see the goosebumps rise on her forearm, and Killian seems a little affected, too, his gaze lingering on her for far too long.

“Where’s Milah?” she asks, and he straightens up, clearing his throat.

“She’s stuck at work tonight,” he says, but she doesn’t miss the matching expression that all of his friends are wearing: disapproval.

“You’re never free in the evening, Swan,” he observes, his voice lighter than before. “Where’s your boy?” She frowns. “He goes to this dad’s every other weekend, but I let him go a day early this week so they could go to the Red Sox game tonight,” she says before taking a sip of her drink.

Robin sends her a knowing look. “Shared custody never does get easier, huh?” he says, and Emma finds a small smile forming on her face.

“It truly does not,” she agrees.

Robin tells her about his son, Roland, and whips out his phone to show off pictures, which only prompts Emma to do the same. Killian watches it all with a content smile on his face, and she tries not to dissect the moment.

Emma finds herself falling into easy conversation with them all, enjoying the snarky banter with Will, the kind words from Robin, and by the end of the night, even Regina seems to be opening up a bit more to Emma, telling her about her work on the city council.

“Emma!?” she hears, and jumps, searching the bar for the face that matches that voice. She smiles when her eyes land on Graham, and craft beer in his hand as he approaches her.

She smiles politely at Killian and his friends before she jumps off the stool and gives Graham a quick hug.

“Hey stranger, tell me, please, what the day shift is like? I’ve nearly forgotten what the day looks like,” she jokes, and he winces, shaking his head.

“You’d think that having David as your boss would score you some perks, huh?” he asks, and Emma shakes her head.

“David? Playing favorites? Please, Humbert, he’s a man of honor and I’m offended you’d even imply such a thing.”

Graham chuckles, and Emma swears that his eyes land on someone behind her for far too long. She assumes it’s Killian.

“You’ll be back to days in a couple weeks, though. Aurora is coming back from maternity leave soon,” he says.

She rolls her eyes. “Two weeks is too far away,” she mumbles.

He only shakes his head. “What brings you here, Em? I’m here all the time and I’ve never seen you. Don’t you and Ruby like to frequent that god awful dive bar, what’s it called?” he looks up, racking his brain.

Emma scoffs. “It’s called The Rabbit Hole and it’s our safe haven so watch your mouth,” she threatens. “I came here to meet my friend,” she says, turning around to point at Killian, who’s sitting in his seat tensely.

Graham smiles warmly, though, and Killian seems to shake out of his weird mind state, standing up and shaking his hand.

“Killian, this is Graham Humbert, my partner when I'm on day shift,” she says before introducing him to the rest of the table.

Everyone exchanges kind words, and Graham says his goodbyes, heading back to his table where she spots a few familiar faces from the precinct.

She sends a wave to the table, not in the mood to socialize with the people from work that she doesn’t really care for.

When Emma settles back into her seat, Regina raises an eyebrow.

“When did you guys date?” she asks, and Killian practically chokes on the rum he’s drinking.

Emma shakes her head. “Ah, no, no, we never--” she stammers, shaking her head. “We didn’t date,” she finally says.

“Well, you’re aware he wants to, right? I mean, the guy was practically salivating at the mouth the whole time he was over here. It was honestly painful to watch.”

Emma grunts, feeling insanely uncomfortable. “Well, it’s not like that,” she says, shrugging.

Killian laughs, a little too loudly, and then sets his drink down. “Regina, let the lass drink in peace,” he scolds, and Regina shrugs, looking unapologetic.

“The Rabbit Hole, huh?” Will says, and Emma’s thankful for the new topic. “I love that place. I mean, it’s a dump, that’s for sure. But it’s my kind of place. These gits are always dragging me to hipster places like this,” he says, motioning to his surroundings, and both Killian and Robin voice their disagreement.

Emma laughs. “Yeah. My best friend and I love that place too,” she says.

The night continues on without incident, and when they’re ready to leave, Emma feels a tightness in her chest. She doesn’t want to go.

She nudges Duck, who has fallen asleep under the table, and smiles as she watches him stretch out peacefully.

She says her goodbyes to Killian’s friends, feeling oddly warm when they all sincerely tell her they can’t wait to do this again.

“You okay to drive, love?” Killian asks when they get outside. The night brought a slight chill in the air, but it feels good on her skin.

She nods, and he walks her to her car in silence. “Thanks for inviting me, Killian,” she says when they reach her bug.

He laughs, looking at her vehicle.

“Quite the vessel you captain there, Swan,” he says, his voice low, and she laughs.

“This is my baby,” she says defensively, and he smirks. His gaze is too dark, though, too intense. She opens her door, allowing Duck to climb into the passenger seat. “I’ll see you, Killian.”

He doesn’t respond though, just keeps his eyes trained on her.

“Tell Milah I said hi,” she says, and once again, at the mention of Milah he backs up, as if he realizes where he’s at, what he’s doing.

“Goodnight, Swan,” he says before she gets into her car and drives away.

---///---

I go back to day shift tomorrow. Wanna take one last morning walk?

It’s only seconds before Killian sends her a text back.

Meet you in fifteen.

She finds him waiting for her in the parking lot, Davy at his side. He doesn’t notice her arrive, leaning against a tree and staring into the distance.

“Why are you thinking so hard, mate?” she asks, imitating his accent playfully. He looks at her, but his expression doesn’t change. “Okay, what’s wrong?” she asks as they start walking the familiar trail.

“Nothing, love, just a long day,” he says.

“Killian,” she says firmly. “It’s nine in the morning.”

He sighs. “I didn’t sleep last night,” he tells her, whistling when Davy gets distracted by a butterfly. Emma would normally laugh at the dog’s attention span, but she’s consumed by Killian’s distress.

She stops, placing a hand on Killian’s forearm. He stops, looking down at her hand, and then he meets her eyes.

He looks pained and exhausted.

“Hey, come on. What’s going on with you?” she asks.

He sighs, nodding, and continues their walk down the path. “It’s Milah,” he says.

Emma fights the urge to cringe, because the last thing she wants to talk about is his relationship.

After that night at The Jolly Roger, she came to terms with the fact that she clearly has feelings for Killian that are more than platonic. She also came to the conclusion that she has to force those feelings down, for the sake of their friendship. So she’s kept it casual, texting him a little less, bringing up Milah a little more, and it’s been working.

“Is she alright?” Emma asks carefully.

“She’s fine,” he bites out, groaning. “We were up all night fighting,” he says.

“Over what?” she asks, frowning.

He groans, shaking his head. “I don’t even know anymore. Nothing, at first. Everything, by this morning,” he says vaguely.

Emma sighs. “Those kind of fights are never fun,” she agrees, thinking back to heated arguments with Neal and how quickly they would escalate. “But you guys will work through it, ya know? You love her,” she says, and she hopes her words sound more convincing than they feel.

He stumbles a bit when he takes his next step, but continues.

“Yeah,” he says, sounding a little resigned. He sighs, then, shaking his head. “It’s just… we want different things, you know. I’m ready to settle down here, to start a life. She wants adventure.”

She frowns, shocked at the confession. “Adventure?” she asks.

“Sometimes it feels like she thinks I’m supposed to always be the exciting younger man, like she’s always comparing me to her ex and wanting a shiny fun toy. But there comes a point where it feels like it’s time to build something strong, meant to last.”

“Yeah,” she says quietly. “Killian. I know you guys are in love, and I’m happy for you. But don’t forget that what you want matters too. You guys need to find a fair compromise,” she says. He nods, looking around like he wants the conversation to end. She leaves him with her last thought, hoping it doesn’t reveal too much. “You have so much more to offer than fun times, Jones. She should know that.”

She starts to tell him about how excited she is to switch to days and how she can’t wait to get Graham back as her partner. “I mean, listen, Sneezy is nice and all, but I literally have never gone through so much hand sanitizer in my life,” she says.

He cringes. “That’s disgusting,” he says. “How long were you and Graham partners before your switch to nights, love?” he asks, his eyes trained on Davy.

She shrugs, thinking back. “About two years,” she says. “We’ve been partners since he started at our precinct.”

“He seems like a good man,” he says, and he doesn’t sound unkind, but he also doesn’t sound quite like himself.

She brushes it off. “Anyways, it doesn’t matter. I’ll be on day shift for a week and then we’re headed to Cape Cod for the weekend,” she says, her voice raising with excitement. “It’s going to be the best. Henry’s been working on a road trip playlist for us all week.”

Her words bring out the first genuine smile she’s seen from Killian all morning. He chuckles. “Did Ruby end up asking Mulan to join?”

“Of course not. She’s being the biggest coward,” Emma grumbles.

“Okay, relax, lass. Matters of the heart are usually more complicated than they appear,” he says, and Emma rolls her eyes.

“Sometimes they’re not as difficult as we make them,” she says. “And besides, you don’t even know Ruby, you don’t get to take her side.”

Killian shakes his head. “That’s through no fault of my own. You’re the one that hides me from your friends like I’m something to be ashamed of.”

It’s not the first time he’s mentioned it. It’s about the tenth time since she met his friends a few weeks ago. She always has an excuse. But the reality is that Ruby was right from the start. She doesn’t want her friends to meet Killian because he means too much to her, and they will see that.

“Yeah, yeah,” she whines playfully, rolling her eyes. He frowns slightly, but Emma pretends not to notice before showing him pictures of the house they rented for the trip.

He doesn’t bring up her friends or Milah again for the rest of the morning.

Instead, he asks about Henry’s father.

Emma sighs deeply, trying to figure out where to start. “I met Neal my senior year of college,” she says, and Killian points to the bench, signaling for a little break. She nods, and they sit down, watching as Duck and Davy play in front of them.

“I fell in love with him so fast,” Emma recalls. “I mean, he was my first love. And David and Mary Margaret hated him, told me he was bad news, but I was naive. I found out I was pregnant the day of graduation. I told him and he ran,” she says, shaking her head at the memory. Killian places his hand on her knee, squeezing tightly.

“Bad form,” he hisses, and Emma laughs without humor.

“Truly bad form,” she agrees. “But, you know, he grew up. He came back around when Henry was one. I made him work for it, telling him he needed to prove that he was here for the long run. And eventually, he did prove it. And as much as he gets on my nerves, he has been a wonderful father to Henry.”

Killian nods. “You’re a wonderful mother, too, Swan,” he says.

She smiles. “He’s the best kid in the world,” Emma says. “He makes it easy.”

Killian looks at her with awe in his eyes, so she turns her head, staring down at her feet.

“Hey, can I ask you a favor?” she asks, desperate to get to lighter topics. He nods “Can you watch Duck when I’m out of town? If not, it’s no worries, I just figured--”

He cuts her off, laughing easily. “Relax, Swan, I’d love to hang out with Duck for the weekend.”

She smiles gratefully, and they stand up and continue down the trail, keeping their conversation on superficial topics for the rest of the morning.

---///---

“Rule number one of our road trip,” Ruby shouts as they gather around Emma’s bug. “I will not hear one more mention of Mulan. I am escaping my reality for three whole days, and I don’t want to get made fun of the entire time,” she says.

Henry laughs while Emma, David, and Mary Margaret collectively groan at her dramatics. David throws the last duffel bag into the bed of his truck.

“No one even wants to talk about Mulan anymore at this point. Your cowardice is honestly boring,” he says, and Emma’s jaw drops at the bold statement.

Ruby pouts, shoulders slumping.

“Yeah, what we really wanna do is ask about Killian,” Mary Margaret interjects, and Emma’s jaw drops even further.

Henry’s eyebrows shoot up to his hairline, and Ruby grins victoriously. “What the hell!?” Emma complains, and David’s face somehow looks both annoyed and disgusted.

“I promise, that’s not what we want to talk about,” David says.

“He’s watching your dog for the weekend, Ems! That’s insane. Since when do you trust anyone with Duck?” Mary Margaret questions.

“I think it’s safe to say that leaving him with a man who opened his own dog shelter makes him a pretty good dog sitter,” Emma reasons.

Mary Margaret lets out a hum of disbelief.

“Can we hit the road or what?” she asks just before her phone chimes with a new message. Emma reads the message with the best poker face she can manage.

Hope your trip is fun, Swan. Sorry I’ve been so busy this week, but I can't wait to see you when you return.

She sends back a quick thanks before climbing into her car, smiling when Henry climbs into the passenger seat, forcing Ruby to climb into the back.

Emma doesn’t think about Killian for the rest of the drive, too distracted by Ruby’s constant antics and Henry’s playlist.

---///---

Emma wakes up on Saturday morning to a text from Killian. It’s a picture of Davy and Duck both sleeping in what she assumes is his bed.

Even though the dogs look adorable in the photo, her eyes are stuck on the king size bed, the black sheets, the grey comforter.

I miss Duck already :(

He misses you. So does Davy.

Emma wonders, not for the first time, if Davy is code for Killian. She doesn’t linger on the thought for too long, though.

The weekend away from Killian does her good. He sends her pictures of the dogs every so often, but other than that, they don’t communicate much. Emma starts to wonder if the fact that she needs a vacation from Killian is a bad sign. Perhaps forcing down her romantic feelings was doing more damage than she suspected.

She doesn’t want to lose Killian, but at the same time, she can’t just sit around and pine for a guy that’s taken. It’s a waste of time.

It’s also making her feel a little out of control.

On the last night in Cape Cod, Emma voices this to Mary Margaret over a glass of sangria. Ruby’s mumbling I-Told-You-So’s the entire time.

“I have advice,” Mary Margaret say, her words measured. “But it’s not advice you’re going to want to hear.”

Emma shrugs, gesturing for Mary Margaret to continue.

“You have to let it go,” she says. “Move on. You can’t torture yourself like this. He has to realize you have feelings for him, Em. You’re not exactly subtle. He’s leading you on.”

That is the last thing she expected from Mary Margaret. Ruby’s wearing a matching look of surprise on her face.

“He’s not leading me on, Mary Margaret. He knows that I know about Milah. He’s just being a good friend. It’s not his fault that I like him more than that,” she says.

Mary Margaret considers her words, nodding. “Yeah, okay. I’m sure he’s a great friend, Ems, but that doesn’t change the situation at all. Just, I’d put some distance between you guys. At least so you can sort out your feelings.”

Emma agrees with her, actually.

She does need to move on.

---///---

When they get home on Sunday, it’s only noon but she and Henry collapse on the couch in their family room, exhausted. She can feel her son staring at her, so she turns. “What is it, kid?” she asks.

“Are you okay, mom?” he asks, his voice small and concerned. She jumps up a little, reaching over to pull Henry closer to her, smiling softly when he rests his head on her shoulder.

“Of course I am. Why wouldn’t I be?” she asks.

He shrugs slightly. “You just seem… sad,” he tells her.

She frowns, her heart aching at his words. “No, kid, I’m okay. I’ve got you in my life, how can I be anything but happy?”

He laughs, and she presses a kiss to the top of his head before he gets up to take a shower.

She stares at her phone for what feels like forever before typing out a message to Killian.

I’m home.

Fantastic, love! Would you like to meet at the park to pick up your dog? I’m heading to work around two to help train the new volunteers.

Emma sighs, considering her options.

Henry and I are spending the day together, actually. I can come pick him up from your place now, though, if you’re home.

It takes him a bit longer to send a response, and when it comes, her heart thuds against her chest violently.

Of course. See you soon.

When Henry gets out of the shower, she asks if he wants to come with her to pick Duck up. He agrees, and when they get to Killian’s, her son seems to read the discomfort on her face.

Nine-year-old and still the smartest person she’s ever met.

“Do you want me to go get him?” Henry asks.

Emma chuckles, shaking her head. “No, let’s go,” she says, opening her car door. When they reach his apartment, she knocks lightly, realizing she’s never been to his place. She dropped Duck off to him at his place of work on Friday morning.

He swings the door open, wearing a large smile.

“Swan! Henry! How was the trip?” he asks, and Emma notices that he looks drained beyond belief. He’s still gorgeous, but his eyes look exhausted.

She wonders if asking him to watch Duck was too much.

“Really fun! Mom poured a margarita all over Ruby when she wouldn’t stop being dramatic and it was awesome!” Henry tells Killian. Killian’s eyes shoot to Emma, and she looks down at her son, rolling her eyes.

“Yeah, we also went sailing and hung out at the beach. Why don’t you tell him about the normal things,” Emma suggests, laughing.

Henry shrugs innocently. “That was the best part, though,” he reasons.

Emma just rubs her hand over her face, and Killian’s chuckling with amusement.

Henry’s face lights up when Duck runs out into the hallway, jumping excitedly all over his family. Emma laughs, leaning down and petting Duck lovingly. She stands up and sees Killian watching them with something close to yearning in his expression. She wonders if her mind sees things that aren’t there.

This is why she needs distance.

He hands her Duck’s leash, smiling. “Have a good day with your boy, Swan,” he says softly.

She nods, smiling tightly. “I appreciate you taking him for the weekend. Hopefully it didn’t put you or Milah out,” she says.

He opens his mouth like he has something to say but he just shrugs. “It’s not a problem.”

With that, she sends him a small wave and rushes back down to her car, ready for a day out with her son.

---///---

She makes excuses for weeks when he tries to make plans with her. She feels guilty every time, but the space is helping her gain some much need perspective.

When she gets a text from Graham on Friday night asking her to meet him at The Jolly Roger, she says yes. Because, Mary Margaret’s right, Emma needs to move forward. And it’s not like it’s a date. He meets their coworkers at bars all the time.

When she arrives, he’s sitting alone at the bar, nursing a beer. Emma grins, slipping into the empty seat beside him.

They spend the evening chatting, joking around, and it’s easy. He’s one of her closest friends, so of course a night out with him is fun.

“Sheriff,” she hears, and turns to see Will and Robin sitting a few seats down from them.

She jumps, searching the room for Killian, but he’s nowhere to be found.

“Hey, guys. What’s up? Is Killian here, too?” she asks before she can help herself.

Scarlet smirks knowingly, but Robin smiles kindly at her. “No, he’s at home dealing with the Milah stuff.”

Emma raises an eyebrow, frowning. She didn’t realize they were still having issues. She exchanges pleasantries with them, but she can’t help the guilt that builds up in her stomach while they talk.

Killian’s going through serious stuff in his home life and she’s avoided every effort of his to hang out. He probably needed a friend. When she turns back to Graham, she finds her heart not quite in it anymore, and when she finishes her drink, she makes an excuse about being too tired to stay out. He nods, walking her out to her car and telling her he’ll see her at work next week.

When she gets home, she lays in bed for an hour before finally grabbing her phone from her nightstand and shooting a text to Killian without thinking.

Is everything okay?

His response comes faster than she expects.

I should be asking you that. You’ve been avoiding me, Swan.

I have not.

I’m actually quite perceptive, love. You’ve been avoiding me.

She sighs, sitting up in bed. She types and erases, over and over.

We’re all meeting at The Rabbit Hole tomorrow night around eight for Ruby’s birthday. You should come. Bring Milah, Will, Robin, and Regina if you want.

I’ll be there.

With that, Emma falls asleep, hoping that she doesn’t have a breakdown when she sees him the following day.

---///---

Emma takes a big sip from her rum and diet when the clock strikes nine. She looks at Ruby, who is already well on her way to drunk .

Killian had sent her a text to let her know he’d be late, but that he would be there.

“What?” Ruby finally asks after slamming down a shot of tequila.

“I invited Killian,” Emma says quietly.

Ruby grins widely. “Oh my god. Best birthday gift I could have ever asked for!” she practically screams. Emma groans.

“Please don’t be weird, Rubes,” she begs.

Completely ignoring her, she turns and screams to Mary Margaret, who is on the other side of the bar talking to David and Belle.

“Emma invited Killian!” she shouts.

Mary Margaret raises an eyebrow in response, and David wears the same pained expression he always does whenever Emma’s love life comes up.

“Would you chill?” Emma scolds, shaking her head. “Let’s do a shot, though,” Emma concedes, her nerves getting the best of her, and Ruby just giggles, turning to Mulan to order two tequila shots. Emma watches the way Mulan’s eyes linger on Ruby and she smirks to herself.

Emma’s eyes find Killian’s the moment she brings the shot to her lips. He grins mischievously as he takes in the scene before him, and she takes the shot quickly, wincing at the burn in her throat.

She looks to see that he brought Will and that’s all. No Milah.

Emma can’t help but feel a little relieved, motioning for him to come closer.

“Hi guys,” she says softly when they reach her. Ruby’s burning a hole into the side of Emma’s face, so she rolls her eyes and motions to her best friend.

“This is Ruby. It’s her thirtieth birthday so naturally she’s drunk by nine,” Emma explains, ignoring the scowl she receives in response. “Ruby, this is Killian and his friend Will Scarlet,” she says.

Ruby stares Killian down, inspecting him from head to toe, and Emma watches as he shrinks slightly under her stare.

“So, this is the Killian I’ve heard so much about,” she says, and she’s laying it on thick. Killian smirks slightly in response, and Emma rolls her eyes. “Not Ugly my ass, Emma,” she scoffs.

“This is the Will Scarlet of my friend group,” Emma explains quickly, tripping over her words slightly, and Killian barks out a laugh, while Will only shrugs.

“Pleasure to meet you, love,” Will says, winking at Ruby, who smiles back at him.

Emma grabs Killian’s arm, brushing past Ruby and leading him to the bar. “Drink?” she asks, and he laughs, taking her in. His eyes study her face, and for once, she keeps her eyes trained on his.

"Where’ve ya been, Swan?” he asks, softly. His voice sounds a little hurt, and she sighs.

“I’ve just been sorting some things out. I’m sorry I haven’t been around,” she says vaguely. He nods slowly, considering her.

He looks over at Mulan, who’s pouring shots for Will and Ruby. “Is that the notorious Mulan?” he asks quietly.

“Yup,” Emma says, popping the p . He chuckles, smiling kindly at Mulan when she reaches them, and he orders two rum and diets.

He hands her the new drink. “M’lady,” he says.

“Where’s Milah?” she asks.

He presses his lips together into a tight line, and she frowns at his change in demeanor.

“Killian, are you guys okay?” she asks softly.

He shakes his head after a moment. “We broke up,” he says.

She doesn’t feel the relief she imagined she’d feel. She feels guilty. And worried.

“When?” she asks.

He sighs. “When you were in Cape Cod.”

Emma gasps. “That was two weeks ago,” she says. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

He levels her with a knowing look, and she cringes. It’s because she’s been avoiding him. How the hell could he tell her when she shut down every request to hang out since she got home from Cape Cod.

“Fuck, Killian, I’m so sorry. Are you okay?”

She thinks back to the day she came to pick up Duck. He asked to see her, and when she saw him at his apartment, he looked so different, so tired. She should have known something was going on.

“Yeah, love, I’m alright. It was for the best. She moved out that weekend, actually. We just weren’t right for each other,” he explains.

She sighs, placing her hand on the bar over his. “I should have been there for you. I’m sorry,” she says.

He shrugs. “Don’t worry about it, Swan,” he says, but his voice is distant. Then a devilish grin takes over his face. “What did Ruby mean when she said not ugly ?” he asks.

Emma grimaces, but figures he deserves a little pick me up. “When I first told Ruby about you, she asked if you were cute. I said you weren’t ugly,” she explains, and she can feel blood rushing to her cheeks at the memory.

He smirks. “You didn’t feel the need to mention that I’m actually devilishly handsome?” he asks, doing that absurd thing with his eyebrows that she hates.

And by hates, she means absolutely loves.

“And so modest,” Emma adds, but his smirk only grows deeper.

When Graham walks in with some people from the precinct, Killian stands up a bit straighter, eyeing Emma carefully. She simply sends Graham a little wave before returning her attention to Killian.

He nods to Graham. “Have you decided to take the leap with Humbert?” he asks, his voice tight.

Emma shakes her head. “What? No. Why would you think that?” she asks.

He smiles knowingly at her. “Will mentioned that he saw you out with him last night,” he says.

She raises an eyebrow. “Yeah. He’s my partner. We were just grabbing drinks as friends,” she explains.

He looks ready to say something else but gets interrupted by Mary Margaret and David.

“Em, are you going to introduce us to your friend?” Mary Margaret asks, and Emma nods, feeling her breathing even out when they break up the intense moment.

“Killian, this is Mary Margaret and David, my life savers and kindest people on Earth,” she says, and David laughs while Mary Margaret beams at Emma.

“I’ve heard a lot about you guys,” Killian says kindly, shaking their hands.

David stands up straight, crossing his arms over his chest, as he eyes Killian closely. Emma groans, shooting David a look while Mary Margaret only shakes her head good-naturedly.

“You’ve been a wonderful friend to Emma. I’m glad she has met you,” Mary Margaret says in an attempt to break the tension.

“She’s been the wonderful friend in this scenario, believe me,” Killian says, sincerity shining through every one of his words.

Mary Margaret wears a knowing look on her face that puts Emma on edge, so she turns to Ruby and starts talking to her and Will while Killian continues a conversation with Mary Margaret and David.

The night goes by easily enough, Emma doing one too many shots, officially buzzed by midnight. Killian’s standing in the corner with Will and Belle, laughing loudly at something Will is saying, and Emma is sitting at the bar next to Mary Margaret.

“Em,” Mary Margaret says quietly. “I take it back. He’s in love with you.”

Emma chokes violently on her drink, coughing roughly. “What!?” Emma almost sreams.

“Talking to him… it’s obvious,” she says, shrugging easily as she examines Emma’s face.

“I think that’s a bit extreme,” Emma says, setting her drink down once she’s recovered from her cough attack.

“Maybe,” Mary Margaret says, but when Emma turns back to glance at Killian, he’s already staring at her, eyes vulnerable, and Emma turns back around quickly. “Maybe not, though.”

As if he knows what’s going on, Killian leaves Belle and Will alone, sliding into the seat next to Emma without a word.

Mary Margaret excuses herself, and then it’s just the two of them.

Emma props her elbow up on the bar, resting her head in her hand as she stares at him. “So, you’ve finally met my friends. What do you think?” Emma asks.

He mimics her actions, resting his own head in his hand.

She always thought that Killian was so unguarded, so soft, her complete opposite. But if she thought he wore an open expression before, this is something completely different. It’s like a weight has been lifted from his shoulders.

“They’re as lovely as you said they were,” he says. “I like seeing you around them, in your natural habitat,” he tells her. She raises her eyes eyebrows in confusion, and he chuckles. “You’re beautiful,” he says softly.

She feels her body go rigid at the words.

Because, no, she’s not going to do this when he broke up with his girlfriend of several years less than a month ago.

She cares about him too much for that.

“Sorry, love,” he says, obviously realizing the way his words impacted her.

She shakes her head. “No, it’s fine. I just…”

He nods. “It’s okay,” he cuts her off. “You don’t have to explain yourself.”

She sighs, and she wants to explain herself, but perhaps under better circumstances, when she hasn’t been drinking for several hours.

“Want to join us at breakfast tomorrow?” she asks. “We always do breakfast at Granny’s on Sundays and I have a feeling we will all be needing some hangover food,” she adds, and he chuckles, affection all over his face.

“Of course love. Tell me when and where and I’ll be there.”

Emma smiles, and it’s only a half hour later that she calls a cab and heads home.

---///---

They fall into a pattern. They hang out a bit more than they did before, and they text everyday. He joins her friends at breakfast and on the weekends that Henry’s at Neal’s, she joins Killian and his friends for happy hour.

It’s not much different than before, except that she doesn’t feel guilty when her eyes catch on his for a moment too long anymore, and it happens a bit more than before.

Ruby tells her that they’re dating without the label, but Emma ignores the claim, explaining that they’ve never kissed and she has yet to tell him her feelings. And she doesn’t plan to.

It’s only been a month since Milah moved out. He’s still adjusting.

Will makes a comment at happy hour one night that cuts her, though.

After several shots of whiskey, Will turns to Emma, who isn’t doing much better than him. Killian and Robin are at the bar ordering another round, so he leans over the table and grunts.

“When will you put the lad out of his misery and kiss him or something?” he asks, words slurring together slightly.

She scoffs. “What?”

“Please. Milah treated Killian like the solution to her midlife crisis for years and it never seemed to matter to him until he met you. You must realize the guy is in love with you?”

She opens her mouth, shuts it, opens it again, struggling to find a response.

All she can manage is another “What!?”

He rolls his eyes. “Emma,” he says, his tone growing more sincere.

She pouts. “I liked him first. It’s not fair. Why do I have to make the move?”

At this, he looks confused, but before she can elaborate her drunk line of thought, Killian and Robin return with drinks for the table.

An hour later, Emma’s a bit too drunk to drive home, so Killian laughs, wrapping an arm around her shoulder as he leads her to his car.

The drive home is quiet, but comfortable.

Well, at least, he seems comfortable.

Emma, on the other hand, is on the verge of a mental breakdown as she replays her conversation with Scarlet in her head over and over.

“Are you happy now that you and Milah aren’t together?” she asks.

He clears his throat. “Uh, I’m happier than I was, yes.”

She nods, leaning back in her seat, trying to make sense of her jumbled thoughts.

“What made you realize you weren’t happy with her?” she pushes.

He shrugs, looking at her from the corner of his eyes. “I just… did, I guess,” he says.

She groans, shaking her head, clearly unhappy with his response.

He grunts. “Is there a specific answer you’re looking for, Emma?” he asks, confusion etched into his face when he turns to glance at her quickly.

She sighs. “No, I guess not,” she says. She doesn’t say anything else for the rest of the drive, and for some reason, she’s full of an anger that she can’t quite decipher.

When they get to his place, she realizes she has never been inside his apartment before, and her whole body feels warm when she enters. It’s large, open, and spotless.

“Neat freak,” she comments, taking it in.

He laughs. “You can have the bed, love. I’ll take the couch.”

She shakes her head. “No, that’s dumb. I’ll take the couch.”

He rolls his eyes. “I’m not taking no for an answer on this one, love. Come on,” he says, leading her through his apartment to his bedroom.

She stares at his bed, just as she remembers from the photo of their dogs, and stupidly says, “big.”

Her voice is small and enamored and a little breathless.

There’s a hitch in Killian's responding laugh, and she knows he’s thinking the same thing she is; the bed is big enough for the both of them.

He hands her a soft white t-shirt and a pair of sweatpants, pointing her to his bathroom before he exits the room.

Emma takes her time changing into his clothes, reveling in the familiar smell of Killian when she puts them on. She stares at herself in the mirror and grabs his face cleanser, washing the makeup off her skin.

When she exits his bathroom, he’s digging through his closet. She watches him, taking in the sight of Killian in a black t-shirt and black mesh shorts.

“Whatcha doing?” she asks, and he jumps in surprise.

He laughs, and hands her a toothbrush that’s still in it’s packaging. “I was looking for this,” he says. She takes it from him gingerly, fully aware of the way he’s studying her in his clothing.

She smiles easily, enjoying the way his eyes linger on her. Heat spreads through her entire body, and, god, it’s so dumb. She’s in pajamas holding an orange toothbrush, and all she wants to do is kiss Killian Jones.

Instead, she goes back to the bathroom to brush her teeth.

When she comes back, his bedroom door is closed and there’s a glass of water and some advil on the nightstand.

She sighs, climbing into his bed. She allows herself to inhale his scent as she buries her head into his pillows.

Sleep doesn’t come easy, though, because all she can think about is Killian on the other side of the door.

She finally passes out, and it feels like only an hour later that she wakes up to the sound of Killian’s voice on the other side of the wall. It’s muffled, but she can make out bits and pieces.

She stands up, heading to the bathroom to brush her teeth. She runs her fingers through her hair, feeling strangely self conscious as she stares at her sleepy face in the mirror. When she looks at her watch, she realizes it’s only eight. She pads out into his bedroom, opening the door quietly and entering his living room.

He smiles at her from his seat at his kitchen table, coffee cup in front of him, while he holds his phone to his ear. She sits down on the couch, still warm from his body, and pulls the blanket he was using over her body as she sprawls out sleepily.

He gets up from his seat and moves around in the kitchen a bit before approaching her with a cup of coffee. She smiles, taking it from him gratefully. When she takes a sip, she’s surprised to find he knows exactly how she takes her coffee. One sugar and a splash of cream.

“Yeah, I understand, brother. Tell Elsa I’ll make a trip out soon,” he says. Whatever his brother says in response elicits a flustered laugh from Killian, and she raises an eyebrow in curiosity. She’s never known Killian to get flustered.

He bites out his goodbye, annoyance in his tone, before hanging up the phone.

Emma eyes him with open interest, and Killian takes notice quickly, sitting down at the opposite end of the couch, moving her legs so that they rest in his lap.

He rests his hand on top of her shins. “You feeling alright, Swan?” he asks.

She nods. “Not hungover at all. It’s a miracle,” she says. “Thanks for letting me crash here.”

He holds a hand up to stop her words. “No thanks necessary, Swan.”

She thinks back to the night before, to Will’s words, to her resulting anger. He’s watching her carefully, and she has a feeling he’s thinking back to her words in the car.

“Remember when I was avoiding you? After my road trip?”

Her words evoke a wounded expression from him, and it takes everything in her not to climb into his lap so that she can physically smooth out his features with her fingers.

“Yes, I recall that happening,” he says, his voice coarse.

She sets her coffee mug down on the glass table in front of her, clasping her fingers together nervously.

“I had to distance myself from you because I was coming to terms with the fact that I was in love with you,” she says, and she’s proud of herself for getting the words out, even if they’re shaky and unsure.

He cranes his neck to observe her, but she continues on.

“And it was really hard for me. I mean, I finally admitted my feelings for you were more than platonic the moment I walked into The Jolly Roger that first night and met your friends. And I struggled, Killian. I mean, I don’t do that. I don’t really fall for people. And it happened with you so naturally. And you were with Milah.”

She hears his sharp intake of breath, and he’s studying her so intensely that she’s sure he can see straight through her.

Her heart pounds against her ribcage.

“Anyways. It hurt too much. So I had to take a step back, and put myself first, I guess.”

He’s frowning, guilt all over his face, and that wasn’t her intention.

“Emma,” he breathes.

“I’m not trying to make you feel guilty,” she explains. “It wasn’t your fault.”

“You said you were in love with me,” he says.

It’s not what she expects.

She laughs. “I’m in love with you, Killian,” she confirms. “I’ve tried not to be, but the feelings don’t seem to be going anywhere.”

“Emma,” he repeats, and she’s surprised by how brave she feels. She doesn’t mind telling him how she feels, and it’s a completely new experience, just like everything else when it comes to her relationship with Killian Jones.

“Yeah?” she asks.

He breaks into a smile, laughing lightly. She pulls her legs from his lap, scooting closer to him, kneeling into the cushion beside him, as she examines his face.

“I’ve been trying to be straightforward with you for the last few weeks, I just, I didn’t have the courage,” he admits.

She sits back on her heels, allowing him to collect his thoughts.

He smiles sadly at her. “I was miserable for years, Emma. I just, I didn’t even realize it. Not until I met you, ” he says. His voice is heavy with emotion, and Emma’s heart twinges with the realization that Killian has been hurting for so long.

“Then one day, I met a beautiful woman who made fun of my dog’s name and glared at me when she caught me checking her out,” he says, his voice shaking with quiet laughter. She grins effortlessly, recalling their first meeting in the park.

“Emma, it’s like I was sleepwalking through my life, you know. Just going through the motions. You woke me up. And you were so perfect, that I was sure you could never feel for me the way that I felt for you. So, I pushed it down. Until it came to be too much. I never felt a fraction of what I feel for you when I was with Milah. And you were on your trip, and it became so clear.”

She smiles, and she can feel the tears in her eyes. “And then I started to ignore you,” Emma says.

He nods. “And then Will told me you were out with Graham,” he adds.

She groans. “So stupid,” she grumbles. “I should have just told you. But… I didn’t want to rush you after getting out of a relationship.”

He nods. “Emma, listen,” he says. His hand finds her face, and now she does climb into his lap, much to Killian’s surprise. She settles her legs on either side of him, and she leans forward, pressing her lips to his like she’s been wanting to for months.

Her fingers find the hair at the nape of his neck and he smiles against her lips, and it feels right and warm and like sweet relief.

She’s laughing when she pulls away. “I love you,” she says, her voice watery.

“I love you, Swan,” he says, his eyes meeting hers with a new intensity.

It feels so right, so natural, the way his hands trace up and down her body, the way he bites at her lips, the way she moans into his mouth. It’s like they’ve been doing this for ages.

She leans her forehead against his, sighing contently.

“You can thank Will Scarlet for giving me the courage to say something,” she says.

At this, he scoffs, pulling back slightly to study her face.

“I knew you guys had to have had an intense conversation last night while Robin and I were at the bar. What did that idiot say?” he asks, annoyance in his voice.

She laughs. “He told me to kiss you already,” she summarizes, and Killian grunts. Emma shrugs. “He wasn’t wrong.”

“A rare occurrence,” Killian concedes, then presses a kiss to her cheek. “What do you want to do today?”

She grins. “Wanna go pick up Duck and take the dogs for a walk at our park?” she asks.

He laughs, his face brighter than the sun. “Our park, huh?”

She grins. “I only started going their consistently in hopes of running into you.”

He laughs loudly, shaking his head. “I started going there every morning after the first time I met you,” he admits.

She shrugs. “So, it’s our park,” she decides, and she takes the kiss he pulls her into as agreement.

One year later to the date, Killian kneels down at the rock where he first met Emma, holding a rock of his own, and asks her to marry him. Duck jumps on top of them when she tackles him to the ground with excited kisses.

Ruby uses their wedding as an excuse to ask Mulan on a date. Finally.

[asktemmie-frisk]

Progress Report (ゴッドモードアーク(Goddomodoaku)) (God-mode Arc)

After they got inside the house, they went to the living room. Frisk, Chara and Asriel took a seat on the sofa, while Alphys stood up. Before she could say anything, Toriel walked through the door with her paperwork. "Greetings, my children." She said. "I hope you-oh! Greetings, Alphys. I did not expect you to be here. Is there something that I can help you with?" "No, I'm fine." Replied Alphys. "Very well. Should anyone need my services, I shall be upstairs grading papers." Toriel walked upstairs to her room. When she was out of sight, Alphys spoke up. Well, more like shouted. "Okay. Now that we're here..." Alphys started before violently grabbing Asriel and holding him to her face. He got scared. "EX-FUCKING-SCUSE ME?! WHY THE FUCK DID YOU CALL ME OUT LIKE THAT?!" She was furious. "Whoa, Alphys!" Asriel started, trying to defend himself verbally. He certainly wasn't expecting her to get so mad so fast. "Look, I'm sorry I called you out like that in class. I know y-" "First, you scare the shit out of me, then you try to destroy everything, now you put me so far on the spot, I have to tell everyone what I did?! WHAT KIND OF PERSON ARE YOU?!" "That's what I said!" Added an angry Frisk. "Stay out of this!" Frisk growled at Alphys in an almost animal-like manner. Chara got curious at what Frisk just did, but thought it would be best to not say anything, as Alphys glared in disgust, anger, and adjacent curiousity. "Anyway, why the fuck did you call me out in class, Asriel?" "Easy." Asriel started retaliating in anger with black sclera and markings on his face to match. "You're the goddamn reason I became this way! You turned me into a fucking flower! And then you decided that wasn't good enough for you, so you permanently ruin other monsters' lives, ON PURPOSE, all because YOU didn't have the balls to tell dad the fucking truth the first time! If anything, ALL I DID WAS TELL YOU WHAT YOU NEED TO HEAR! Now stop fucking with me, 'doctor'! I don't want to hear it from you!" Alphys got so angry, she sent a surge of lightning through Asriel, who shrieked in agony. He screamed loud enough for Asgore and Toriel to hear him. Both of them came running to their son to protect him. Asgore kicked open the door. "All right. WHO'S HURTING MY SON?!" Asgore roared. Toriel stormed downstairs with the safety on her hands turned off. "WHY DID I HEAR MY SON SCREAM?! SHOW YOURSELF!" She bellowed in rage. They both saw Asriel recoiling from the electrocution Alphys unleashed unto him, and Asgore and Toriel charged toward Alphys to protect their son. Toriel was ready to turn her to cinders, but Chara stood in the way. "Chara, move. Now." Toriel said with a near-murderous look in her eyes. "With all due respect, mother, you are NOT killing anyone. Not today." Chara responded back with her creepy face. "How dare you disobey your mother like that, young lady? Step out of the way, NOW!" Asgore commanded with a glow in his eyes. Frisk joined Chara. "Look. I enjoyed watching Alphys zap your son and all, but that doesn't mean she had that right. All you two are doing is making it worse. Douse the flames, and put away the trident, or Chara and I are gonna make you." Asgore let his rage take over as he attacked Frisk. Frisk forcibly yanked Asgore's trident from him, and threw it into the wall. Toriel launched fireballs at Alphys, all of which missed as Chara jerked her arm upward just enough to make her mother miss the mark. "That's it! You both need some discipline!" Asgore and Toriel yelled at Frisk and Chara. Before they lay a finger on them both, Frisk and Chara subdued them by grabbing both of their wrists, and forcing them onto the wall. The fireballs that Toriel threw splashed on the wall where the trident was. Unfortunately, it started to burn. Asriel, recovered somewhat from the tazing, grabbed something to extinguish his mother's flames. It was successful, but he was still in pain. He went to sit on the couch, still stinging visibly from Alphys' assault. "Now, you listen to me." Frisk started. "I'm not saying Asriel had it coming, no matter how true that statement would be, but Alphys needed to get it out." "That does NOT mean she had to attack him!" Said both of the still enraged boss monsters. Toriel tried to force her restraint to release her, but Chara was having none of it. "Frisk, mom and dad-STOP IT, MOM-mom and dad have a point." Said Chara, ready to help defuse the situation. "Alphys could have simply talked it out. However, Asriel was the one who reminded her of what she did. Also, he told her she didn't have the courage to tell dad what she really did the first time, and she made others suffer alongside her for her wrongdoings." "Chara, you don't get to talk to your mother and I like that! You know damn well that-" "NEED I REMIND EVERYBODY THAT WE ARE ALL AT FAULT FOR WHAT HAPPENED?! ESPECIALLY US DREEMURRS?!" Chara stopped holding back. "Do not raise your voice to us!" Said Toriel. "SHUT UP AND LISTEN, MOM! No one is innocent here, especially not us! So everybody calm the fuck down, and stop throwing your magic where it doesn't belong! We aren't gonna save our skins if we start trying to burn each other's off, so we all need to cool our goddamn jets for a moment and actually talk to each other, okay?!" After hearing Chara out, despite the fact that they were ready to spill more blood than a hospital, both of the boss monsters took their adopted daughter's advice, took some deep breaths, and took a seat in the living room. The room was silent, coupled with rising tension and thinning tempers. Toriel looked at Alphys with a murderous sneer. Asgore looked at Frisk with both eyes glowing, one orange, one cyan. Frisk growled like a dog again while bearing his teeth. His hair appeared to flare up a little. Asgore's attempt at intimidation failed, and he looked away from Frisk in fear and disgust. Toriel and Asriel noticed the king yielding to Frisk's will. "Asgore? What did you just see?" Asked Toriel. "I saw Frisk's hair flare up a little. Not a lot, but just barely enough to notice." Replied the king. "My hair flared up?" Frisk responded, overhearing him. "You didn't feel anything? That's strange. I could have sworn that I have seen your hair stand on its own a little bit." "What? How?" "I do not know. But I felt something else just now, when you growled at me. A feeling I've never felt before." "Do you know what it is, dad?" Asked Chara. "No. I have just...never felt such a thing in my entire life." "Can you describe how it felt?" "I cannot. It is...indescribable." Asgore went silent again, trying to figure out exactly what it was. Why did Frisk feel weird to me, he pondered. Is Frisk more powerful then we initially gave him credit for? "Frisk. When you and Chara held back Toriel and I, how did you both do it? You would have to be very strong in order to hold us back, even if you were only dealing with one of us." Chara's curiousity got piqued again as she wondered that herself. Dad's right, she thought. I shouldn't have been able to hold back mom if that were the case. Chara found her words. "Maybe we're both somehow stronger than we let on. We just don't know why or how." This was a question no one knew how to answer properly. The room was silent thinking of ways to answer it, but there was nothing to say. It stayed silent, completely forgetting what happened before Toriel tried to burn Alphys alive. After a few minutes, Alphys' phone rang, and everyone jumped up in surprise. Alphys then nervously picked up. "Hello?" She wavered. "Alphys! Babe! Where are you? I gotta tell you something! It's about Frisk!" Undyne said on the other side of the line. Alphys' eyes opened wide, and she started sweating. "Umm, I'm at Fr-Frisk's house. Come on over." "You got it, lambchop." Undyne only took 9 seconds to get inside, and she already felt something wrong. The room felt...off. Like something was out of place. "What happened in here?" Asgore and Toriel didn't respond. "We kinda just had a heated argument, and you came at a lull in the whole kasaba." Chara took the reigns of the awkwardness floating in the air. "Oh. Well, I guess that explains why you're all acting like that. Anyway, Alphys, I gotta tell you something, babe." Alphys snapped out of her inquisitive trance. "Hmm? Oh, what is it? You said something about Frisk?" "Yeah. When Sans and I were teaching in gym today, Frisk threw a dodgeball at me so hard, he knocked me down to the ground! And I was like 'HOW THE FUCK DID YOU DO THAT', and he was-" "Wait a minute. Frisk threw a dodgeball at you, and knocked you down?" "Yep!" "Frisk, how did you do that?" "I. Don't. Know." Frisk enunciated in frustration. "Even if you don't know, maybe Chara does? She held back her own mother, and considering what type of monster Toriel is, it would be completely impossible for a normal human to hold her back very well. You and Chara, however, held Asgore and Toriel back almost effortlessly." "Alphys, I don't know either. Maybe mom and dad let us hold them back?" Said Chara. "Now, come on. What did you really want to talk to us about before you sent a lightning bolt through my brother?" "Oh yeah, that. Well, it's about Gaster." Everyone became all ears for a moment. "Gaster? Did he find out anything? And what about the blueprints for a portable DT extractor?" "Well, he showed me a rough draft. Here's what I remember from what it should look like."

Everyone gazed in amazement. "Wow. It looks like a weapon and a storage unit." "Yeah. Gaster said that was the point. He even told me to make spare canisters just in case it requires more storage space." "Why would it need spare containers?" Asked Frisk. "Magic and determination, when concentrated heavily enough, takes different forms. Magic's normal concentration only takes the form of the way its used, which is determined by its user. However, if it's concentrated enough, it takes the form of water, which in turn will increase its mass. When concentrated even further than that, it will take the form of a solid, like rock or food. Determination is the exact same way. However, magic is normally able to change colors; determination is only seen as red, or black with a reddish hue." "So determination looks like blood?" "Well, yeah, if you wanna cross that line!" "I'm sorry! I didn't mean to offend! I just...thought determination would look like blood. You know, blood that humans have in their bodies." Frisk's reaction made everyone short-circuit for a split second of how dumb Frisk acted. Undyne tried to say something, but she couldn't think of anything. Even Asriel had no words to describe to Frisk how stupid he sounded just now. Finally, Chara spoke for everyone. "Yeah. Determination looks almost exactly as if it were blood. However, I'm certain it has a certain glow to it as well." She said. "Yes. It does have a reddish aura to it." Alphys replied, snapping out of it. "Still, I'm curious as to how it'll look if we mix it with magic. Will it augment the magic, or will they repel each other?" "There's only one way to find out. I'm hoping we don't have to." Suddenly, a knock on the door got everyone's attention. "Come in!" Said Toriel. It was Sans and Papyrus. "Oh, hey, bros! What's up?" Said Frisk happily. Sans didn't bother hiding his annoyance with Frisk. "Whoa. Who threw out your ketchup, Sans?" "Nobody." Sans replied with empty eyesockets. "I just need to ask you how you managed to run so fast, and how you managed to knock Undyne down in gym today." Frisk tilted himself away from Sans slightly. "Sans, I already said I don't know how I did it. I really do have no idea how I was able to do it." "Well, brother, if that really is what you believe to be the truth..." Started Papyrus. "Then we may be getting closer to finding out." "What's that supposed to mean?" "Ok, dad. You can tell everyone now." Everyone jumped up in surprise. Sans and Papyrus stepped out of the way to let their father, W. D. Gaster, into the house. "Gaster, is that you?" Asked Asgore. "Salutations, your majesty." The former royal scientist replied. "I have returned, and I bring vital information to you all." He bowed to the royal family in respect. "It is...troubling. Inhumane, even. However, it is the truth, and it must be told now. I have found out Talrok's method to his madness." The skeletons all stepped further inside the house. Everyone braced themselves for what Gaster had to say. "Now then, Alphys, do you remember the amalgamates?" "More than anything." Alphys shamefully replied. "Well, Talrok has captured them. All of them. And he's making more using your example." "What?!" "It appears he stumbled upon the laboratory we abandoned when we left the mountain. But I can't be certain, for it is simply an assumption. I don't truly know, but I do know he has also been kidnapping some monsters and humans. Experimenting on them. He seems to be siphoning the humans' determination from their bodies and souls, and injecting it directly into the monsters. The humans don't die, but they are malnourished. Afterwards, the amalgamates take over the humans' minds and bodies, warping them and molding them into the perfect slave to him." Everyone felt a chill in their bodies, one that felt like imminent death. "And if that doesn't confirm how horrible it is, the magic of the monsters and the humans' determination force the two souls to merge into one, alongside causing the humans' souls to mutate into monster souls, which in turn transforms the humans into monsters with an unusually high amount of magic and determination. It's an abominable mix of man and monster." No one felt good about this. Asriel was so horrified, he vomited and fell to the floor. Frisk and Chara ran to him, trying to help him. "Asriel? Asriel, stay with me!" Chara started begging. Frisk kept lightly swatting his face to keep him conscious. "Please, Rei! Please don't leave us! Please!" Chara started crying. "ASRIEL, SNAP OUT OF IT!" Frisk slapped Asriel in the face hard, and he came to. Asriel was hyperventilating. "Chara...Frisk...lab...mommy...daddy...somebody help!" Asriel mumbled doggedly while crying. Toriel and Asgore ran to their son's aid, trying to comfort him. "Shh, shh, shh." Said Toriel. "It is okay. I am here. There is nothing you need to worry about, my child." "It's all right, kiddo. Your old man's got your back on this one." Asgore said, starting to shed some tears of his own. They both held their son to them so closely, it felt like if they let go, he would die again. Asriel held them back. "Mom, dad." He managed. "No, no. It is all right. You do not have to say anything." Toriel comforted. Asriel kept his mouth shut and kept crying, while Toriel rubbed his head in an attempt to comfort him. "Doctor Gaster, please continue. We need to know whatever you can tell us." Asgore boomed. "Yes, your majesty. But first, I am sorry I had to say such a thing; I had no intentions of scaring the prince." Asriel overheard the doctor, but had no remark. "Anyway, I have found an even worse piece of news for that matter. Talrok has seemingly learned of something named LOVE and EXP." Everyone but Frisk, Sans and Papyrus were confused. "Hold on. LOVE? EXP? What the fuck is that?" Asked Undyne. Frisk started to speak up, but Sans held his hand up. "No, lil' bro. I got this." He said. Frisk relented to Sans' order. "Let's start with EXP. EXP is an acronym that stands for something named 'execution points'. Execution points are a way to quantify the pain someone has inflicted on others. In order for someone to accrue execution points, they have to kill a monster. Upon killing the aforementioned monster, their execution points increase. When they gain enough, their LOVE increases as well. LOVE is also an acronym. However, I'm not talking about the emotional type. I'm talking about L.O.V.E., which, in this case, means 'level of violence'. A level of violence is a way to measure someone's capacity to harm other people. The more monsters someone kills, the easier it becomes to distance themselves emotionally. The greater the emotional distance, the less that person will feel emotional and physical pain, and the more easily they can bring themself to harm other people." "Sans, that's...actually a very good and detailed explanation for what it is." Said Gaster. "Thanks, dad. Anyway, if Talrok wants some LOVE, then I think I have an idea of what he's doing. He's gonna turn every last human in the world into monsters, kill all of them, then use the accrued power of his LOVE to destroy everything. But obviously, it won't be that easy unless he had a power source. Doing those types of experiments, and at such a ginormagantualossol scale, would require an extreme amount of juice." "True. That's where my creation comes in. The CORE exerts a lot of power, power that Talrok can use to perform such experiments." "Hey, wait." Said Frisk. "If he keeps kidnapping monsters and humans, he's gonna lose every last source of magic there is, especially if he uses monsters the way he has so far. Wouldn't he need to get more somehow? I can't imagine he would use his own nightmarish creation to get it." "Yes. He seems to be trying to find a way to use the residual magic in the underground as a way to do this as well. You see, he might be planning on using it to infuse within himself, or into other humans. Magic reacts strangely to humans if it's injected into their soul. It warps the mind, and causes the human to act feral. In addition, if a human acquires an extreme overdose of magic, one of two things happen: either their soul forcefully leaves the human's body, reenters it and causes them to change into an amalgamate, or the human dies. However, turning a human into an amalgamate this way will cause them not to lose their physicality, but it will alter their physical attributes, and turn their soul into a vessel for more souls." "Oh, no. How many times has that last part happened?" Chara said, visibly shaken. "Thankfully, only once. The rest of the times, the humans died, but not before turning into monsters shortly before dying." "Okay. Either that human got extremely lucky, or they were born a magician." "Doesn't matter. I believe there is a way to reverse the first experiment. That is why I created the blueprints for the portable determination extractor. However, I also designed it to siphon magic as well, so as to combat this. I'm not certain it will work, but if it does, we can restore the human and monster population." "So basically, we'll be playing janitor and police officer while Talrok is the polluting robber?" "In a way, yes. But simply one will not be enough. We will need to mass-produce the extractor if it is successful." "Well, that's good. We know what he's doing, and we know how he's gonna do it. Still though, what do we need to start building those extractors?" "We'll need whatever technology we can find. Even then, we will only build one for now. We'll have to test it out to make sure it works. If it fails, we'll need to try again." "Then it won't fail." "So naive. Sometimes, one try isn't enough on its own. We need a test subject to try it on. We'd have to catch one, and-" Suddenly, a growl was heard by the front door. It was one of the amalgamates Gaster talked about. It roared loudly, scaring Frisk. Sans went into big brother mode, and captured it with his magic. Asriel took his face out of his parents' arms, and looked to the doorway. His fear turned into disgust and confusion. "What the FUCK is that?!" He said. "This is one of the amalgamates I referred to." Gaster pointed to the abomination. It had a pale complexion all over its body, with its "clothing" covered in a murky, white liquid substance, and noticeable features of malnourishment, almost as if it hadn't eaten for months, especially around its ribcage and limbs, which had deteriorated into nothing but skin and bone. The amalgmate also had extra mouths on some of the parts of skin that were exposed. They all appeared to be trying to communicate with everyone. First, it croaked an indecipherable whisper, then an almost familiar hiss. Finally, it recovered enough of its communication abilities to relay a proper, yet terrifying, message. "Help us, please. Change us back." The amalgamate then passed out because of lack of food or water, being forcefully kept alive by nothing but magic and determination. Sans released his restraint, and set the creature down as gently as he could muster. Everyone but Sans and Gaster recoiled in fear. "So that's what one looks like." Chara said, trying to recover from the jumpscare that walked to the house. "How did it even get here?" "There is only one way to find out." Said Gaster. "You will have to help them return to their former selves, and then ask them what you wish to know. As for me, I must take my leave. I'm starting to fade away once more. Good luck, all of you." "Goodbye, doctor." Asgore bid farewell. "We shall all do what we can." As the former royal scientist bid farewell to everyone once again, everyone took the amalgamate over to Alphys and Undyne's place. They rushed the poor creature to the basement, where they hooked them up in a chair and restrained them thoroughly enough to the point where even Houdini couldn't escape if he tried. Interviewing this poor, unfortunate soul was going to be exhausting, both physically and emotionally, but it had to be done, and it would be.

[kaleviv]

OK FIRST. for elenion: 3, 6, 10, 12, 19! and now for npcs.... finryn: 5, 16, 18. basil: 2, 11, 13. achilles: 4, 12, 25!!~

PREPARE TO BE AMAZED by how awful tumblr is at formatting lol

elenion:

3. What type of drunk are they?

elenion was trained from a young age to have an incredibly high alcohol tolerance (that’s high elven spy training for you), so you would have to get him BEYOND wasted in order to experience anything other than normal elenion. but when he is actually drunk, he’s a very serious, stoic, almost mopey sort of drunk.

6. If they were to be represented by a seven deadly sin, which would it be?

wrath! :) every now and again he enjoys salting the earth after a pyrrhic victory. he and arya would both be represented by wrath, i feel, though arya may be torn between wrath and pride. he’s not an angry person, and he isn’t needlessly violent towards innocents (… usually), but he has a long memory (602 years long, to be precise), and he doesn’t believe any measure is excessive when it comes to extracting his revenge (say, for example, a high profile political assassination designed to instigate a civil war).

10. Are they a dog or a cat person?

a dog person! he doesn’t really Get cats. he thinks a pet should welcome his attention and affection 24/7 (he feels similarly about his children… oh, elenion). 

12. If your character was handed a puppy, how would they react?

overjoyed… finally, a son that will love him back. he would absolutely take it home and raise it himself. arya would tolerate it.

19. Does your character collect anything?

the hearts of his enemies. literally! he tears them out and preserves them and collects them all beneath the noldaran manor. 

(the rest of this mammoth is going under a cut lmao)

finryn:

5. What’s their favourite food?

you know sweets are her lifeblood. i think maybe something like a fantasy baked alaska would be her favorite.

16. What’s their opinion on pineapple on pizza?

finryn is an absolute monster and she would eat pineapple on her fantasy pizza and like it

18. If they were a superhero, what powers would they have? (if they have powers, what are they and under what conditions do they work?)

well if she wasn’t the greatest cleric to ever cleric, she would probably still have healing powers :’D something like recovery girl’s quirk in bnha. literally the most important thing in finryn’s life is helping people. if she didn’t have magic powers, she’d probably be some kind of doctor!

basil:

2. What’s their date of birth? Do they follow the stereotypes of their zodiac?

he was born December 29th! he’s a capricorn, so he’s definitely a responsible, disciplined leader, and something of a perfectionist, but he’s not as cold and removed as capricorns are traditionally expected to be.

11. Describe them in 5 words.

(i’m so tempted to just put “bear” five times) isolated, dad, long-suffering, benevolent, enduring

13. How would they react to suddenly being hugged?

if you caught him off guard and he didn’t know you, he’d probably crush the life out of you on instinct! but he’d be very pleased to be hugged by a pal.

achilles:

4. Give three of their strengths and three of their weaknesses.

first of all, HA, i can’t believe you would think achilles has weaknesses. wherever did you get that idea. i might as well just list six strengths tbh!!

ok but fr strengths: destroying the hell out of people, innuendo, undying loyalty

weaknesses: dressing himself to look like anything other than an off-brand cirque du soleil performer, basil’s “I’m not angry, I’m just disappointed” face, people who can take what he dishes out and turn it back on him (in every context where that would be applicable) 

12. If your character was handed a puppy, how would they react?

achilles LOVES animals. he might be a cat person, but he’d still be jazzed as hell to have a puppy in his arms. good luck getting that puppy back, he’s already named it and given it its own bedroom and taken it to the vet for a check-up

25. How long would they last in a zombie apocalypse?

please? achilles would be the sole fucking survivor? the zombies would be gone before achilles kicked it. the rest of the world would be burned to ash and he’d be there, bored as hell, killing zombies and looking for another survivor to torment. 

[your-captain-here]

Tides of Memories Gone By

The barber tittered at the long blonde strands, running them through her fingers before dampening them in a basin of water. “It’s a real shame you’re cutting all of this off. I know a few girls who’d go real violent to get a head of hair like this.” Flynn could only fidget in the seat, mumbling a non-committed response while he stared himself in the mirror. With that the barber started snipping and Flynn shut his eyes.

That was how the morning started, and like he always said, an uncomfortable morning meant a uncomfortable day. It felt the part, even though the waves broke gently on the hull of his ship as they sailed towards a near destination. “Cap���n.” Announced the first mate, a stout grey haired human with hair coming out of every place imaginable. “We’ll be arrivin’ shortly. Are you sure you’re wantin’ to go ashore alone? They don’t exactly like our kind here.” With a big ol’ sigh Flynn pushed away from the rail, mind in every other place than the one it needed to be. “They never like our kind. That’s the way it goes with us outlaws. They’ve got masts up their arses and the light ain’t seen them in who knows how long…but it’s that time of year and I gotta go.” Fredricks fussed on the matter before relenting, passing the orders along to prepare for a docking.

And so he found himself on a dinghy, one of the crew rowing him towards the island. ‘New Kul’ as he referred to it was a sort of retreat for folk who missed the Kul’tiras that was, mostly old admirals and lost navymen. Of course, it didn’t stop any of them from having resentment for someone who chose a less glorified path. Somehow despite all of their losses they still liked to pretend they were all Admirals of fleets and that their names meant something. The ‘fleet’ was a paltry one frigate and a few galleys, but there was barely any space or good shoring to actually shore them. Instead they loomed out on the horizon, only allowing them passage after a few changes of the flag marked Flynn as someone with business on the Island. The shore neared and the Captain looked to the burly Draenei rowing them along. “I’ll be back in two hours. Nothing’ll happen. They hate my guts, but not enough to risk having their little slice of paradise getting’ shot at.” The blue horned creature grunted out something in an accent quite too thick for Flynn to get a handle on, but it sounded close enough to an acknowledgement and that’s all he ever needed.

The water lapped at his knees when he slipped out of the dinghy, warm on a summer day. Step by step he made it to the sand, a few sailors giving him looks of discomfort and general disgust. They didn’t matter, never would, but part of his pride always hated dirty looks like that. When folk started having contempt for other folk for no real good reason than ‘taste’. Fingers brushed through his shortened strands, not used to having any brushing his face because he could normally tie it up. Boots trudged along until he was on the Southmost shore.

She was where he expected her to be. Where she always had been for the past three years.

Where once there was a bounty of golden hair had given away to ash, the remaining blonde bleached by years spent under the sun. Skin near tough as leather and just as tan. She spent every day wandering the shore, picking up shells and lost treasures that’d wash up. Sometimes he’d just take a trip to watch her, see how long she’d go at it, or if something ever did change. Rarely did anything happen, but she’d cry or laugh or scream and he thought that maybe it was a memory that she was trying to hold onto coming back for just a moment. It hurt every time and talking to her would hurt even more. He spent the better part of ten minutes beating on a tree, muffling some cries of discomfort and hurt. It had been too long since the last time and the guilt was starting to build on him. With a deep breath he composed himself, wiping his face clean with a handkerchief. Quietly he waded out to meet her. “You find anything special today, Miss?”

Always did the woman look lost. With a fretful startle she looked up to him, brows furrowing for just a moment, something behind her eyes trying to grasp desperately. It was gone as quick as it came. “Oh…I’m afraid not, just a few shells. Mayhaps I’ll make them into a bracelet. Whom do I have the pleasure of speaking to…?” Flynn looked down at the net she held in between thin digits, like wrinkled spider legs. “I’m yo-…I’m Captain Flynn, just here on business, Miss. Do you need help with that?” Ever so gently he plucked up the net from her fingers, taking a peek inside. There wasn’t enough shells for a bracelet, not that she’d ever get around to making it. Come morning she’d forget about it. The woman stared at him, working her jaw back and forth before sighing rather fretfully. “Ah, thank you Captain. You’re a sweet boy, and so young for your station. You remind me of my son. He had a look like yours, I think.” Flynn gave her a pained look, fidgeting with the net and inclining his head. “I get that a lot. Have the stereotypical sailor look, yea? Blonde Captains are a dime a dozen.” That got a laugh out of her, whispery quiet and sad in origin. “Well, that may be…but I’m sure plenty a young lady loves it anyway.” There he couldn’t help but smile, bending down to scoop up a shell. “This one looks nice. A real piece of desk decoration. It’d look lovely in your hair, Miss.” He did his best to fit it in, but instead it just plopped on the sand. The woman peered some at his face, reaching up to gently cup it. “You…remind me so much of someone. I wish I could put my finger on it.”

As always the Captain hated this part. The delicate line between humoring her and hurting them both, or breaking his heart. As selfish as he was, he could never be greedy around her. Never could he take from her. “Just a sailor, Miss. Just a man trying to help a handsome woman.” That got a pout and a sigh from her. “Well, I need a few more shells, so this Lady would happily accept your help.” The hour went by too quick for his taste, two forlorn figures wandering the shore and picking it for relics. Eventually it had to end like it always did. Standing up from the net he offered a sad smile. “I’m afraid this is where we part, Miss. I do have some business on the island, with Admiral Walters.” That got a faint wisp of recognition, the woman fluttering her fingers around her net and hugging it close. “Ah, my husband. Do tell him to take better care of himself. The man is always indoors these days. It’s terribly poor for his health.” The Captain smiled and sketched a bow for her, digging into his pouch and producing a little brown bag. “I have some fudge. I don’t have a terrible sweet tooth, so it’d make me happy if you took it.” The Lady took it and stared blankly. “Fudge…yes, fudge’s my favorite. It’s funny that you have it. My son Han would always sneak boxes into my room.” A smile reached her eyes, just this once, and she looked up. The warmth left her face and she offered a startled breath. “Oh, I’m sorry Sir, I didn’t see you there. Whom do I have the pleasure of speaking to…?”

Sometime later he made it to the manor, one of the few buildings on the island. It housed all of the persons of interest and repute. It was a surprise that the place hadn’t burned down with so much ego in one building, but he supposed if there was one thing a bunch of Admirals and Captains could agree on, it was preserving the one place worth sleeping in. The man at the door, some bored, squat sailor recognized him on his climb. “Ah, the prodigal son returns, come to give your father and outlaw to arres-“ Flynn shoulder checked him, pressing a forearm to his windpipe and shoving a stern finger in front of his face. “Not. Another. Word.” Flynn hissed to him, shoving the man off the steps to stumble in the dirt with a curse. He didn’t waste a second look, strolling in to where his boots click-clacked against the marble floor. A piece of Kul’tiras that should’ve sank with the island.

The Admiral’s study sat tucked in the northeast most corner. The door pushed open with a creak and the smell of stale vomit and rum met his nose. That was always a bad sign, rum meant he couldn’t afford the whiskey these days. “Admiral Walters.” He inquired, and a voice croaked from behind a cushiony chair facing the fireplace. Flynn went wide around to poor the man a thimble of rum. The hair of the dog that bit you, so they said, but this reality was just an alcoholic’s kick. A hand feebly reached out for it, bringing it to a pair of dry lips that eagerly sucked it down until the man was coughing from the burn. Admiral Walters still cut a strong figure, ash hair cut short and combed back, broad shoulders still possessing strength. And two blue eyes stared cold at him. “Han.” He grumbled, setting the thimble down and giving the low-burning fireplace a glare. “Come to torture your mother, I suppose. Did you do the ‘I’m your son bit’ this time?” Flynn flinched, turning to pour himself a swallow of rum. “I didn’t think it…right to do that. Not this year. She seemed too frail today.” A cackling laugh broke off the walls and the Admiral sat up in his seat. “How terribly noble. I suppose when you’re not stealing from people and smuggling your way into lawful cities you find a piece of where you came from.” The Captain squinted into his glass, deciding he needed another swallow to help smooth the conversation along. “This rum’s shit, dad. Stick to whiskey. At least you know a little about it.”

Admiral Walters scoffed at that. “Well, I have a bottle stashed away for when the sea decides to claim this island too, don’t you worry. I’ll die drunk on something worthwhile.” There was a begrudging silence before Han pushed off the counter to bring the bottle to his father. “I met a woman. Don’t call her a whore, just warning you ahead of time.” That earned him a glare of disdain before he took the bottle, taking a swig straight from the neck. “Yes, well, I’m sure she must be a woman of taste then, spending her time with a man of such good standings.” They both collectively rolled their eyes, Han snatching the bottle to have his own swig to the quiet complaint of Walters. “She treats me right, and just a little bit she reminds me of mom, so behave. I have a present for you.” Digging into his vest he produced a slip of paper, settling it on the stand by the Admiral’s chair. Walters flipped on a pair of glasses to give the paper a looksee. “A bank note..this is…where..” Flynn waved a hand, looking out the window to where the morning was turning near into the afternoon. “It’s enough to fund your drinking here. Enough to keep her cared for, even if you spend like an ass. Have someone you trust exchange it, not the tool at the door. He’s like to run off with it.” There was another silence between the two before Han turned on a heel. “Been a pleasure as always, dad. Try to eat sometime. Take care of mom.” At the door his father made a sound, clearing his throat. “She…she doesn’t have much time Han. They brought a Doctor by. She’s sick. Has maybe a few more months before she’s gone. Try to be around when she goes, she’d like to have you there.” The Captain waited at the threshold, staring out into the lobby with a sniff. “We all die alone, dad. Always been that way. I’ll be there.”

The voyage home was spent in his cabin, fussing over a photograph he had slipped under the bed mattress. A proud, well-dressed man and his wife stood over a cheery young man straight out of school. It reminded him that he hated the sea. It took too much and gave nothing

[tekowolfsbane]

Tale of a Murderor

Chapter 1 - Fresh Meat Darkness falls over a desert land; with skulls and dehydration filling the bottom of the cup, it is then topped with skin piercing sand. As one fateful night a mysterious conversation fills the echoing corridors of a tall stone building, that has stood for decades slowly degrading as many travel by. A slender women puffed her cigarette dunking and darkening the room, she sat dominantly in her high chair as it towered over a short stubby man while he gave his proposal to the lady. "I can't let this happen!" The Short man demanded. "If this is why you have brought me here then I will leave immediately!" "Well aren't you quick to jump to conclusions?" The women smirked sucking her life away. "All I need is a few months and I assure you he will change..." "What makes you think this murderer will change after he's employed to do exactly what he was imprisoned for!?" He yelled as she smiled creating more vapors curling around her body. "This isn't your average Company...He will get quite the surprise when he gets here" A wicked grin spreads right up to ears as the smoke escapes her lips. "Bring him along he has 3 months and if you fear he hasn't changed you can take him back, but this is much more worse than prison...." 500 miles away from the institute is the most secure prison in America; with walls stretching over 10 foot, with many attempts leaving cracks and some scratches since it was built back in the 1900's, Not one criminal has escaped and for good reason. The jail is full of the worst inmates in the world, some even not based in America; they have flown from all over the world and put in the tightest of rooms and people, all of them big muscular and frankly scary. One day this slammer got some fresh meat. Four Men stood in line as the Governor checked them all out; first in line was Bones, he was a big lad with muscles complementing his shirt, tattoo's and scars covering his upper body and his tiny legs barely lifting his weight. Next was Rocky he was your typical sized man regular height, weight and tone and finally Savage he didn't seem to look like he knew a lot or speak for that matter but he was slightly beefed up but not as much as Bones, Oh I forgotten one...There was a lot of difference between the three with this guy he was tiny, in fact in between them he was barely visible cramped between Savage and Bones, this little one's clothes looked like it was draped over him, they were so baggy he had to roll up his sleeves and tuck his trousers in his socks, his sneakers looked stolen in fact it all was probably stolen and his dog tags just poking out from the white shirt underneath. The heat was sweltering making it hard to breath, the sweat from the two big guys helping the runt; with it running to his wrists making them slip out, a huge grin was on his face as the Governor drew close. "STAND STRAIGHT FAGGOTS!" The officer instructed. "Bones, convicted for theft and before arrest smashing 5 officers ribs and bones...Don't think we won't just kill you if you act out of line" Bones snarled as the governor walked past unfazed. "Rocky, responsible for being able to crack concrete and aiding in the theft" Rocky smirks as he breaks a large rock in his hands....the chief not moved. "Savage, jailed for explicit uses of dynamite and fierce attacks on officers" Savage glared trying to intimidate him but the head just snuffed at him. "And finally D-...E-Erm Deo?" "Yo wha'sup?" Deo smirked as the Governor stood before him. "DON'T TALK TO TH-" Shouted the Officer beside him as he got cut off with a raised hand. "Are you sure your in the right place?" He asked Deo slightly bending down to his level. "You tell me?" Chuckled Deo as he smugly rocked back and forth in front of both of them. "STAND STRAIGHT I SAID!!!" The officer demanded. "Whoops sorry pal" Deo giggled. "I guess I shouldn't be so bold yeah?" "What are you smug about boy? A simple beating will wipe that look off your face" The Governor explained as the officers readied there batons. "OH PLEASE NOT THAT!" Deo sarcastically pleaded. "JUST SLAP MY WRISTS AND SEND ME TO A CORNER!" He fell to the floor exposing his unchained wrists to the Chief. "How did you!?" The Head exclaimed as Deo's wrists were quickly bonded. "Maybe you shouldn't expect big bald guys coming into your prison ey Chiefy?" Deo laughed as his hands were rapidly shackled. "You address me as Governor, Nothing else you hear me!?" Yelled the Chief spitting in Deo's Face. "Nice Slobber you got there" Deo smiled. "Maybe I'm not in the right place? But who knows there was only evidence of me with a gun nothing ELSE!" Deo Raged as he was smacked across the face with a baton. "YOU NEED TO LEARN SOME MANNERS BOY!!" Exclaimed the Governor. "I WOULDN'T BE SURPRISED IF YOU WEREN'T BEATEN TO DEATH THE FIRST NIGHT!!" The Head of the institute left in a rage as he was humiliated by a infant; he struggled on his feet as they were dragged along by the guards to get moved into there cells, he barely was able to stand when they got shoved in the holding rooms. Each criminal was taking into a separate area and questioned for general details; Where they live, Any Relatives and what they were convicted for. This was simple for the others but with one prisoner it caused a lot of distress for him and the officer that was interrogating him; he was in the room for well over 5 minutes, not saying a word and refusing to cooperate. It came past 20 minutes and the convicts outside were  waiting on him and getting very impatient. "I'll ask you again and if you don't say it this time we'll have to use force" The Guard sighed in frustration. "Where are you from?" "Why don't you beat it outta' me" Deo scuffed rocking in his chair. "WE'VE BEEN AT THIS FOR 20 MINUTES!! TELL ME OR ELSE!!" The Guard yelled with all his force throwing his chair to the floor. "If you say 'or what' you will be shot where you sit!" With a big sigh and rolling his eyes he stopped rocking on his chair and sat forward with his hands clumped in a fist, he looked directly into the cops eyes and spoke with great sympathy. "Boston....Massachusetts" Deo sighed looking to the floor. "34 Terrace St, You happy now!?" "That weren't hard now was it big Baby?" Snarked the Guard while writing the information down. "Any Family or Relatives?" "I DON'T NEED TO TELL SHIT ABOUT THAT OKAY!!!" Deo lunged towards him but held back by a officer behind him. "WHY DON'T YOU FUCKING LOOK IT UP!? I'M NOT SAYING SHIT ABOUT MY FAMILY! I'M FUCKING INNOCENT YOU HEAR ME!? I DIDN'T DO FUCK ALL TO THAT WOMEN!" "Calm down..So no relatives?" Cautioned the Guard as reinforcements were going to be called in any minute. "DIDN'T I SAY FAMILY!!! I HAD ONE A'RIGHT! A FUCKING GOOD ONE...." Deo slumped back in his chair. "A real good one...but then she...she died..." He was practically on the floor as his life was presented on a board to the guard; all about his father leaving him at the age of 8, breaking his mothers heart causing her depression and then finding out the news she was addicted to pills and at the age of nine coming back from school she had overdosed herself and she lay lifeless in the tub not knowing what could happen he was on the streets for 10 years and in a gang got him in the mess he is now. The Interrogate sat there in shock as the once arrogant kid were melting in the chair before him, tears running down his now deformed face from the excessive droplets coming from the eyes of a crook. "M-Maybe I'll get details off the governor about your arrest? If your not feeling up to it?" Gulped the guard as he reduced a kid to a puddle. "Yeah...." Sniffed Deo as he whipped memories from his face. "They won't be any hold-up's either next time..." Everything seemed to skip Deo that day from the many questions he was asked by several officers, being searched and being given his prison uniform, the bundle of blankets, cups and plates, then getting seen by the doctor which didn't take long as he was in fine shape and finally being shoved into a cell with the 3 he met today; These three were a gang for sure, all from Boston and all looked like they knew nothing but to cause trouble. Bones was stood at the back dominating the room with his strength, Rocky carving into a stone like it was bread and Savage grumbling on the bench to himself...Deo just sat beside him and with a little growl from Savage he just shrugged it off and leaned on the wall putting both feet onto it. "So your the runt who took on the Governor?" Bones spoke in his american accent. "Yeah what of it!?" Deo spat still pissed after the interview. "Nothing man, takes guts to do that, me and Bones give you props to that" Rocky smiled stopping his sculpting in the process pointing at Bones. "Yeah well I don't fucking deserve to be here" Deo puffed in anger. "Ha none of us do, But who'll believe us?" Rocky chuckled continuing with his model. "They had no fucking proof with me! All I did was had a gun in my hand at the scene...THAT'S IT!" Deo fumed. "That's all they need....Especially with a baby like you" Bones joked. "Did you just call me a Baby?" Deo looked at bones with fury. "I did, I heard you crying" Bones laughed as Deo stood with dominance near him. "What are you going to do about it?" "THIS!!" Deo violently said leaping onto his opponent swinging around his neck, the brute underneath him tried grasping the twig on his shoulders, but because it was only a stick it was impossible to lay a punch into the twerp, The runt on his back were grabbing his bulky neck trying to choke his foe; since his hands were doing nothing he ripped off his dog tags and latched them around his throat the only thing saving the opposer were the one thumb separating the chain from his nape. Rocky and Savage stood there seeing who would kill the other and become there leader, at first they thought the kid would have perished a few minutes back but the fight was getting intense, But there fun was soon drawn to a close when guards flown from every angle separating the two and putting them in different cells.

***************************AUTHORS NOTES*****************************

Before publishing any more chapters I will only post this chapter on Tumblr until I get more people wanting more... If you would like to follow more of this story you will find it in my gallery on DA: http://furryfluke.deviantart.com/gallery/ On another note I apologise in the future for my bad German writing I noticed after learning some of the language that it’s shocking but I may change it in the future once I learn more thank you and enjoy

[doctor-kip]

Trashy M!A list I made YaY :3

Please be respectful and courteous to others. If you re-blog this from someone, please send a M!A in their ask box

-----Mental and Social M!As -----

LEEROOOY JENKINS: Muse is rebellious and making poor choices.

Grrr: muse has become suddenly and inexplicably violent toward everyone and everything.

Guardian: muse becomes overprotective of [anon’s choice].

Now we have bad blood: muse feelings became... opposite? If they liked someone they now hate them, if they hate someone, they now like them.

Friendly Greeter: muse has forgotten everyone they know, and if they see them they will be all-too happy to introduce themselves.

My Name Is: Everytime someone says the muse's name, he/she/they must slap that person in the face.

Hot: muse becomes hot-blooded and hot-tempered.

They speaking to me: muse starts hearing voices in her/his/their head

Titanic: muse falls in love with the next person that helps them with something.

The snake with blue eyes: muse is dressed all preppy/frilly but acts like a bad boy/ girl

Daydream dressed as a nightmare: muse is dressed all dark/gothic but acts all perky

Weredoggy: muse now behaves like a dog; they play fetch, loyal, they bark, they chase squirrels, and love being pet as well as other dog like qualities.

Jumping Frenchmen: muse is easily startled and has a tendency to follow commands that are given very abruptly.

The Tongue of Animalia: muse can communicate with animals.

Thou Wretched Fool!: muse believes they are a medieval knight.

Fire is bad: Muse now has a fear of fire and will shy away from anyone with any source of fire.

----- Physical M!As -----

Ring bing ring: muse has a bell tied to their neck that cannot be removed

Is that an angel?: muse has a large pair of pure white angel wings and a golden barb wire halo that is dimly glowing. The muse can also float.

Dwarf: Muse is 4ft tall and is obsessed with dig holes. They also are in love with pickaxes and axes.

Taur: muse becomes a centaur, but with the waist and lower body of the animal Anon chooses. Upper body of a human, waist down the body of an animal on all fours.

Fireheart: muse turns into a giant fire breathing dragon.

Poisonheart: muse turns into a wyvern with a poisonous tail and can’t breathe fire.

Are you jealous: Muse now has a long, scraggly beard, regardless of gender.

Mew: muse grows cat-ears and a tail and develop cattish mannerisms

Trickster: Muse becomes a Kitsune

Way Beyond the Boundary: muse is either a cambion or a demon hunter (anon decides which.)

Power of three: muse splits into three versions of her/his/them selfs. Negetive (bad), neutral, and positive (good).

I choose you: muse turns into a Pokémon

Mr. Hyde: Muse will be split into two identical individuals, one good, the other evil, and they are aware of eachother's presence and of the split.

I believe I can fly: Muse now has wings but they are unable to use them for flight.

Where am I?!?!: muse become invisible but the spell immediately ends when they attack someone or cast a spell.

GO FAST: muse can run as fast as a thoroughbred horse. ( 44 mph)

Bioluminesence: Muse now glows in the dark

Lying tongue and the aura of truth: muse splits into two. The two looks the same and acts the same but one of them can only tell lies and the other can only tell the truth.

Sea Monkey: muse turns into a brine shrimp

-----Horror M!As -----

Cold Blooded: muse has a sudden drive for revenge. Every wrong doing they’ve had against them, every lie and rumour made they will seek out to make right

Ring of Fire: muse can only see their fears and phobias around them.

The Hunter: Your muse is being hunted down mercilessly. Anyone your muse comes into contact with is also subject to being a target.

The Mirror: muse soul is trapped in a mirror and their body has been possessed by some strange entity.

The Russian Sleep Experiment: muse can’t sleep, and is slowly losing their grip on reality.

The screaming: The muse hears constant screams and torment from mistakes they’ve made or ghosts from their past.

Scars: all physical scars muse has are started to burn.

Who’s There?: muse get the unsettling feel that someone or something is watching them. Inanition muse keeps seeing shadowy figures in the corner of their eye.

They speaking to me: muse starts hearing voices in her/his/their head

Seeing Double: Muse has run into a shapeshifter. The shapeshifter has captured the muse, tide them up, and hidden he/she/them underground. The shapeshifter has replaced your muse.

Smile: muse cannot stop smiling, even when it hurts their cheeks.

Chocolate touch: everything that her/he/their touch will their lips immediately turns into chocolate

Deadly Years: the muse begins rapidly aging

The floor is lava: muse cannot touch the floor. If they do, they get 3rd° burns.

Crossroad: muse goes to a crossroads to sell their soul. How much time they get depends on the mun (If muse has little to no soul or is an angel they become a crossroads demon. Also the mun decides if their muse takes the deal or not)

—disturbing M!As -----

Feather?!?!: muse can’t stop cough up feathers.

Scars: all physical scars muse has are started to burn.

SMILE:muse cannot stop smiling, even when it hurts their cheeks and even when they have negative emotions.

Petrified: muse slowly starts turning to stone. They have to find someone who can cure them before they're completely petrified.

Waxing: muse losses all her/his/their body hair

Can’t stop Dancing: muse keeps dancing until they pass out or dance them self’s to death

Bam Pregnent: muse has a plastic baby’s head, arms, and legs glued on the outside of their belly!!!

Liquid: muse’s breath smells like liquid manurer. The only cure is time (3 hours).

For Science!: Muse suddenly has the urge to become a test subject. Anon may choose who's subject he is.

Nice Boxers: Muse believes they are stripped down to their underwear, even if they are fully clothed.

Lying Flower: every time the muse lies a red/black flower appears somewhere on their body.

blah flowers blah curse: muse is coughing up tulips and the only cure is a romantic French kiss from the person they have a crush on. ( if your muse is asexual or has no crush or the crush is dead, they can get rid of the cursed by kiss a silver mirror )

The Rapture: muse gets possessed by an angel. If they’re already an angel, someone else knocks them out of their vessel and takes their place for a couple of hours or longer. (mun besides)

Zippy: Muse has a literal zip for a mouth.

-----that’s something M!As -----

Hit Me: Muse is now completely drunk and will not suffer any hangover

Salem: Muse keeps accusing people of witchcraft.

What the: Muse can hear the Mun’s voice like an angel (or devil) on their shoulder for a day.

Un-armed!: Muse cannot pick up or use any weapon.

Karkat?: muse must YELL EVERYTHING THEY SAY!

Hehehe: Muse is slightly tipsy and very festive.

Rhyme Time: muse can only speak in rhyme

Flesh: muse suddenly has a overwhelming desire to eat raw meat and lots of it. They are also allergic to all vegetables.

Silent Treatment: Muse is mute and grumpy

Egg: Muse finds a large egg and does not know what to do with it

Un-armed!: Muse cannot pick up or use any weapon.

I Am The Cure: muse is stuck in a plague doctor outfit

Soulless : Muse has no soul.

Loop: Muse is stuck in a cycle of repeating themselves.

Sweet Tooth: Muse has the urge to bake and eat sweet foods.

It’s just a flesh wound: muse cannot feeling pain and cannot die from blood loss.

I’m BBOORRED!!!: muse cannot stop feeling bored with everything

[jvc-yearofservice]

9/16/19- 9/22/19

          We started off the week strong with a school field trip to Altec, a car-building factory. I think the kids enjoyed it, but I did have to drive one of the kids home early because he couldn't handle the excitement. It has rained for the first time since we've been here, which I think is wild. Likewise, I took my first bath since being here which really helped me to relax. One of my favorite things that I've been doing here is singing/screaming Taylor Swift songs with my housemates while doing the dishes at night, which is surprisingly cathartic. On Wednesday, we were visited by Fr. Tom O'Neil, who is a Superior Jesuit working at a Jesuit high school in Sacramento right now. He was previously living on the Pine Ridge reservation, which I've visited before, so I was happy to discuss it with him. He looked very much like a Jesuit, and what I mean by that is that he was wearing an old-looking Hawaiian shirt and well-worn open-toed sandals. We did a prayer with him, all of us reading a line from a poem about the slow work of God. He invited us to the Jesuit BBQ on Saturday, and we graciously accepted.

                 Work has been pretty crazy still. Two students have left to enroll in public school, and even though this is a good thing, I feel sad because I will miss seeing them at school every day and seeing them with my own eyes to make sure they're okay. One of the kids who left, a first grader, told their teacher about going to the new school: "My teachers are gonna keep me safe like you did." (brb crying at the cuteness) I'm still having a lot of fun, though, whether I'm completely winning every staring contest or teaching the kids how to thumb wrestle. I even got to help conduct the PE classes on Friday, and I almost died with boredom from the countless times the little kids wanted to play 'What Time is It, Mr. Fox?'. It also warmed my heart because on the day when I took off work to visit my friend in San Francisco last week, apparently a bunch of the kids, including the older boys who always play it cool/act like they never care about anything, were asking where I was and were worried that I had been taken (????). When it rained this week, we had the kids watch a nature documentary instead of playing outside, and there was a part of the documentary where a seal ripped a little penguin apart, and I had expected the kids to cry or freak out, but instead they cheered, much to my chagrin.

                 For some reason, Monday and Tuesday were really hard for me. I just felt discontent and disappointed in what my duties have been (driving kids around, researching resources online, calling other agencies) since I did a lot of similar stuff last year, so I feel like I haven't really been growing as a professional. I was feeling really tired too and couldn't get through the week without a nap nearly every day. Some of my co-workers think it could be because of the change of weather here. It's getting colder pretty quickly, which surprised me. It saddened/irritated me even more after hearing that the mom of seven kids at the school randomly bailed on them. Something else that disturbed me is how common violent tendencies are in one sibling group. The other day, I caught an older kid purposefully throw a basketball with all her strength directly at a preschooler. Thankfully, she just about missed him, and she was laughing about it until she realized I was watching. That really worries me, but I suppose it may be a survival instinct or coping mechanism, especially once I realized they were homeless because they were fleeing their dad who shot someone in front of the youngest kid.

                 On Thursday, I went to a network café, which was basically just a gathering of service providers (including Mustard Seed outreach team members) where people talk about what services they offer and network with other agencies. I also really appreciated the experience because I got a free lunch out of it! Something I learned from one of the presentations was that the homeless need podiatry services more than anyone else. Homeless people are more likely to sustain foot injuries from walking barefoot or walking in hazardous places in order to find places to camp. They also wear the same shoes over long periods of (often years) which can be damaging too (sometimes never taking them off), and they walk more than the average person because they are constantly searching out safe places to camp and places with resources for them. One housemate recently told me about how she has witnessed 'sweeps' of homeless camps, where the police come and throw out the belongings of the homeless that I guess they deem dangerous or as an excuse to search for drugs. I can't imagine a more offensive way of showing a group that they do not matter in society that these sweeps. If I ever saw one, I don't know what I would do.

                 A pet rabbit has been adopted by one housemate and named 'Cali' due to us living in California (I wanted to name it 'Jalapeño). It may have lice/fleas/mites so I'll keep y'all updated. I also submitted a prayer that I wrote to the JVC Facebook if you want to check it out (wink, wink). On Saturday, we went to the Jesuit's BBQ and had a blast (they showed us the living quarters and boy oh boy were they fancy). On Friday, we went out to a bar called The Pine Cove and did karaoke. A bunch of us sang 'Follow Your Arrow' by Kasey Musgraves and obviously crushed it. Lastly, I tormented one of my housemates last week by hiding their keys and making them a super elaborate scavenger hunt throughout the entire house in order to find them, but sadly, they did not appreciate my humor and ingenuity.

                 Crazy story that happened on Friday night: me and a housemate were walking to a corner store to get soda for chasers, and we went to cross a crosswalk when I realized there was a little dog lying on its side in the middle of the street like it had been hit by a car. I noticed it first, so I grabbed the other person and pointed it out. We were both freaking out, thinking it was dead, but then we realized its legs were twitching, so it was alive. I wasn't sure if I should call 911 or another number. I saw lights and realized that there was traffic headed straight for the dog, so I jumped into the street and shielded the dog from the incoming traffic (sorry, mom and dad). I did not get hit by a car, though (further proof that I am un-killable)!  When I went to pick up the dog, I touched it, and it freaked out and ran out of the street. We followed it for a bit, trying to get it to come towards us, but it was pretty spooked. Eventually, it cornered itself in an alley, but I didn't touch it again because I didn't want to get bit or attacked. It was kind of limping but looked otherwise unhurt. Its fur was matted but that could be due to it being a stray or the pet of a homeless person or from dried blood. I saw that it had a pink collar, but I couldn't get it close enough to see if it had tags. Reluctantly, I walked away and got the sodas, but I couldn't stop talking about the dog ALL NIGHT. The next day, I went back to the place where I had last seen it, but it wasn't there, which I took for a good sign. The rest of the night involved us all sitting out on the porch in plastic chairs and drinking beer (something we have been doing a lot and refer to as 'porching').

P.S. I went to mass today, and the homily was about the evils of wealth. During the homily, the priest said that Jesus would want us to use our wealth to help others, but ALSO NO JESUS WOULD WANT FOR NO ONE TO HAVE WEALTH, DUH. Periodt.

MK

[ask-caiden]

Trashy M!A list I made YaY :3

Please be respectful and courteous to others. If you re-blog this from someone, please send a M!A in their ask box

-----Mental and Social M!As -----

LEEROOOY JENKINS: Muse is rebellious and making poor choices.

Grrr: muse has become suddenly and inexplicably violent toward everyone and everything.

Guardian: muse becomes overprotective of [anon’s choice].

Now we have bad blood: muse feelings became... opposite? If they liked someone they now hate them, if they hate someone, they now like them.

Friendly Greeter: muse has forgotten everyone they know, and if they see them they will be all-too happy to introduce themselves.

My Name Is: Everytime someone says the muse's name, he/she/they must slap that person in the face.

Hot: muse becomes hot-blooded and hot-tempered.

They speaking to me: muse starts hearing voices in her/his/their head

Titanic: muse falls in love with the next person that helps them with something.

The snake with blue eyes: muse is dressed all preppy/frilly but acts like a bad boy/ girl

Daydream dressed as a nightmare: muse is dressed all dark/gothic but acts all perky

Weredoggy: muse now behaves like a dog; they play fetch, loyal, they bark, they chase squirrels, and love being pet as well as other dog like qualities.

Jumping Frenchmen: muse is easily startled and has a tendency to follow commands that are given very abruptly.

The Tongue of Animalia: muse can communicate with animals.

Thou Wretched Fool!: muse believes they are a medieval knight.

Fire is bad: Muse now has a fear of fire and will shy away from anyone with any source of fire.

----- Physical M!As -----

Ring bing ring: muse has a bell tied to their neck that cannot be removed

Is that an angel?: muse has a large pair of pure white angel wings and a golden barb wire halo that is dimly glowing. The muse can also float.

Dwarf: Muse is 4ft tall and is obsessed with dig holes. They also are in love with pickaxes and axes.

Taur: muse becomes a centaur, but with the waist and lower body of the animal Anon chooses. Upper body of a human, waist down the body of an animal on all fours.

Fireheart: muse turns into a giant fire breathing dragon.

Poisonheart: muse turns into a wyvern with a poisonous tail and can’t breathe fire.

Are you jealous: Muse now has a long, scraggly beard, regardless of gender.

Mew: muse grows cat-ears and a tail and develop cattish mannerisms

Trickster: Muse becomes a Kitsune

Way Beyond the Boundary: muse is either a cambion or a demon hunter (anon decides which.)

Power of three: muse splits into three versions of her/his/them selfs. Negetive (bad), neutral, and positive (good).

I choose you: muse turns into a Pokémon

Mr. Hyde: Muse will be split into two identical individuals, one good, the other evil, and they are aware of eachother's presence and of the split.

I believe I can fly: Muse now has wings but they are unable to use them for flight.

Where am I?!?!: muse become invisible but the spell immediately ends when they attack someone or cast a spell.

GO FAST: muse can run as fast as a thoroughbred horse. ( 44 mph)

Bioluminesence: Muse now glows in the dark

Lying tongue and the aura of truth: muse splits into two. The two looks the same and acts the same but one of them can only tell lies and the other can only tell the truth.

Sea Monkey: muse turns into a brine shrimp

-----Horror M!As -----

Cold Blooded: muse has a sudden drive for revenge. Every wrong doing they’ve had against them, every lie and rumour made they will seek out to make right

Ring of Fire: muse can only see their fears and phobias around them.

The Hunter: Your muse is being hunted down mercilessly. Anyone your muse comes into contact with is also subject to being a target.

The Mirror: muse soul is trapped in a mirror and their body has been possessed by some strange entity.

The Russian Sleep Experiment: muse can’t sleep, and is slowly losing their grip on reality.

The screaming: The muse hears constant screams and torment from mistakes they’ve made or ghosts from their past.

Scars: all physical scars muse has are started to burn.

Who’s There?: muse get the unsettling feel that someone or something is watching them. Inanition muse keeps seeing shadowy figures in the corner of their eye.

They speaking to me: muse starts hearing voices in her/his/their head

Seeing Double: Muse has run into a shapeshifter. The shapeshifter has captured the muse, tide them up, and hidden he/she/them underground. The shapeshifter has replaced your muse.

Smile: muse cannot stop smiling, even when it hurts their cheeks.

Chocolate touch: everything that her/he/their touch will their lips immediately turns into chocolate

Deadly Years: the muse begins rapidly aging

The floor is lava: muse cannot touch the floor. If they do, they get 3rd° burns.

Crossroad: muse goes to a crossroads to sell their soul. How much time they get depends on the mun (If muse has little to no soul or is an angel they become a crossroads demon. Also the mun decides if their muse takes the deal or not)

—disturbing M!As -----

Feather?!?!: muse can’t stop cough up feathers.

Scars: all physical scars muse has are started to burn.

SMILE:muse cannot stop smiling, even when it hurts their cheeks and even when they have negative emotions.

Petrified: muse slowly starts turning to stone. They have to find someone who can cure them before they're completely petrified.

Waxing: muse losses all her/his/their body hair

Can’t stop Dancing: muse keeps dancing until they pass out or dance them self’s to death

Bam Pregnent: muse has a plastic baby’s head, arms, and legs glued on the outside of their belly!!!

Liquid: muse’s breath smells like liquid manurer. The only cure is time (3 hours).

For Science!: Muse suddenly has the urge to become a test subject. Anon may choose who's subject he is.

Nice Boxers: Muse believes they are stripped down to their underwear, even if they are fully clothed.

Lying Flower: every time the muse lies a red/black flower appears somewhere on their body.

blah flowers blah curse: muse is coughing up tulips and the only cure is a romantic French kiss from the person they have a crush on. ( if your muse is asexual or has no crush or the crush is dead, they can get rid of the cursed by kiss a silver mirror )

The Rapture: muse gets possessed by an angel. If they’re already an angel, someone else knocks them out of their vessel and takes their place for a couple of hours or longer. (mun besides)

Zippy: Muse has a literal zip for a mouth.

-----that’s something M!As -----

Hit Me: Muse is now completely drunk and will not suffer any hangover

Salem: Muse keeps accusing people of witchcraft.

What the: Muse can hear the Mun’s voice like an angel (or devil) on their shoulder for a day.

Un-armed!: Muse cannot pick up or use any weapon.

Karkat?: muse must YELL EVERYTHING THEY SAY!

Hehehe: Muse is slightly tipsy and very festive.

Rhyme Time: muse can only speak in rhyme

Flesh: muse suddenly has a overwhelming desire to eat raw meat and lots of it. They are also allergic to all vegetables.

Silent Treatment: Muse is mute and grumpy

Egg: Muse finds a large egg and does not know what to do with it

Un-armed!: Muse cannot pick up or use any weapon.

I Am The Cure: muse is stuck in a plague doctor outfit

Soulless : Muse has no soul.

Loop: Muse is stuck in a cycle of repeating themselves.

Sweet Tooth: Muse has the urge to bake and eat sweet foods.

It’s just a flesh wound: muse cannot feeling pain and cannot die from blood loss.

I’m BBOORRED!!!: muse cannot stop feeling bored with everything

[kerr-search-history]

Trashy M!A list I made YaY :3

Please be respectful and courteous to others. If you re-blog this from someone, please send a M!A in their ask box

-----Mental and Social M!As -----

LEEROOOY JENKINS: Muse is rebellious and making poor choices.

Grrr: muse has become suddenly and inexplicably violent toward everyone and everything.

Guardian: muse becomes overprotective of [anon’s choice].

Now we have bad blood: muse feelings became... opposite? If they liked someone they now hate them, if they hate someone, they now like them.

Friendly Greeter: muse has forgotten everyone they know, and if they see them they will be all-too happy to introduce themselves.

My Name Is: Everytime someone says the muse's name, he/she/they must slap that person in the face.

Hot: muse becomes hot-blooded and hot-tempered.

They speaking to me: muse starts hearing voices in her/his/their head

Titanic: muse falls in love with the next person that helps them with something.

The snake with blue eyes: muse is dressed all preppy/frilly but acts like a bad boy/ girl

Daydream dressed as a nightmare: muse is dressed all dark/gothic but acts all perky

Weredoggy: muse now behaves like a dog; they play fetch, loyal, they bark, they chase squirrels, and love being pet as well as other dog like qualities.

Jumping Frenchmen: muse is easily startled and has a tendency to follow commands that are given very abruptly.

The Tongue of Animalia: muse can communicate with animals.

Thou Wretched Fool!: muse believes they are a medieval knight.

Fire is bad: Muse now has a fear of fire and will shy away from anyone with any source of fire.

----- Physical M!As -----

Ring bing ring: muse has a bell tied to their neck that cannot be removed

Is that an angel?: muse has a large pair of pure white angel wings and a golden barb wire halo that is dimly glowing. The muse can also float.

Dwarf: Muse is 4ft tall and is obsessed with dig holes. They also are in love with pickaxes and axes.

Taur: muse becomes a centaur, but with the waist and lower body of the animal Anon chooses. Upper body of a human, waist down the body of an animal on all fours.

Fireheart: muse turns into a giant fire breathing dragon.

Poisonheart: muse turns into a wyvern with a poisonous tail and can’t breathe fire.

Are you jealous: Muse now has a long, scraggly beard, regardless of gender.

Mew: muse grows cat-ears and a tail and develop cattish mannerisms

Trickster: Muse becomes a Kitsune

Way Beyond the Boundary: muse is either a cambion or a demon hunter (anon decides which.)

Power of three: muse splits into three versions of her/his/them selfs. Negetive (bad), neutral, and positive (good).

I choose you: muse turns into a Pokémon

Mr. Hyde: Muse will be split into two identical individuals, one good, the other evil, and they are aware of eachother's presence and of the split.

I believe I can fly: Muse now has wings but they are unable to use them for flight.

Where am I?!?!: muse become invisible but the spell immediately ends when they attack someone or cast a spell.

GO FAST: muse can run as fast as a thoroughbred horse. ( 44 mph)

Bioluminesence: Muse now glows in the dark

Lying tongue and the aura of truth: muse splits into two. The two looks the same and acts the same but one of them can only tell lies and the other can only tell the truth.

Sea Monkey: muse turns into a brine shrimp

-----Horror M!As -----

Cold Blooded: muse has a sudden drive for revenge. Every wrong doing they’ve had against them, every lie and rumour made they will seek out to make right

Ring of Fire: muse can only see their fears and phobias around them.

The Hunter: Your muse is being hunted down mercilessly. Anyone your muse comes into contact with is also subject to being a target.

The Mirror: muse soul is trapped in a mirror and their body has been possessed by some strange entity.

The Russian Sleep Experiment: muse can’t sleep, and is slowly losing their grip on reality.

The screaming: The muse hears constant screams and torment from mistakes they’ve made or ghosts from their past.

Scars: all physical scars muse has are started to burn.

Who’s There?: muse get the unsettling feel that someone or something is watching them. Inanition muse keeps seeing shadowy figures in the corner of their eye.

They speaking to me: muse starts hearing voices in her/his/their head

Seeing Double: Muse has run into a shapeshifter. The shapeshifter has captured the muse, tide them up, and hidden he/she/them underground. The shapeshifter has replaced your muse.

Smile: muse cannot stop smiling, even when it hurts their cheeks.

Chocolate touch: everything that her/he/their touch will their lips immediately turns into chocolate

Deadly Years: the muse begins rapidly aging

The floor is lava: muse cannot touch the floor. If they do, they get 3rd° burns.

Crossroad: muse goes to a crossroads to sell their soul. How much time they get depends on the mun (If muse has little to no soul or is an angel they become a crossroads demon. Also the mun decides if their muse takes the deal or not)

—disturbing M!As -----

Feather?!?!: muse can’t stop cough up feathers.

Scars: all physical scars muse has are started to burn.

SMILE:muse cannot stop smiling, even when it hurts their cheeks and even when they have negative emotions.

Petrified: muse slowly starts turning to stone. They have to find someone who can cure them before they're completely petrified.

Waxing: muse losses all her/his/their body hair

Can’t stop Dancing: muse keeps dancing until they pass out or dance them self’s to death

Bam Pregnent: muse has a plastic baby’s head, arms, and legs glued on the outside of their belly!!!

Liquid: muse’s breath smells like liquid manurer. The only cure is time (3 hours).

For Science!: Muse suddenly has the urge to become a test subject. Anon may choose who's subject he is.

Nice Boxers: Muse believes they are stripped down to their underwear, even if they are fully clothed.

Lying Flower: every time the muse lies a red/black flower appears somewhere on their body.

blah flowers blah curse: muse is coughing up tulips and the only cure is a romantic French kiss from the person they have a crush on. ( if your muse is asexual or has no crush or the crush is dead, they can get rid of the cursed by kiss a silver mirror )

The Rapture: muse gets possessed by an angel. If they’re already an angel, someone else knocks them out of their vessel and takes their place for a couple of hours or longer. (mun besides)

Zippy: Muse has a literal zip for a mouth.

-----that’s something M!As -----

Hit Me: Muse is now completely drunk and will not suffer any hangover

Salem: Muse keeps accusing people of witchcraft.

What the: Muse can hear the Mun’s voice like an angel (or devil) on their shoulder for a day.

Un-armed!: Muse cannot pick up or use any weapon.

Karkat?: muse must YELL EVERYTHING THEY SAY!

Hehehe: Muse is slightly tipsy and very festive.

Rhyme Time: muse can only speak in rhyme

Flesh: muse suddenly has a overwhelming desire to eat raw meat and lots of it. They are also allergic to all vegetables.

Silent Treatment: Muse is mute and grumpy

Egg: Muse finds a large egg and does not know what to do with it

Un-armed!: Muse cannot pick up or use any weapon.

I Am The Cure: muse is stuck in a plague doctor outfit

Soulless : Muse has no soul.

Loop: Muse is stuck in a cycle of repeating themselves.

Sweet Tooth: Muse has the urge to bake and eat sweet foods.

It’s just a flesh wound: muse cannot feeling pain and cannot die from blood loss.

I’m BBOORRED!!!: muse cannot stop feeling bored with everything

[dez-search-history]

Trashy M!A list I made YaY :3

Please be respectful and courteous to others. If you re-blog this from someone, please send a M!A in their ask box

-----Mental and Social M!As -----

LEEROOOY JENKINS: Muse is rebellious and making poor choices.

Grrr: muse has become suddenly and inexplicably violent toward everyone and everything.

Guardian: muse becomes overprotective of [anon’s choice].

Now we have bad blood: muse feelings became... opposite? If they liked someone they now hate them, if they hate someone, they now like them.

Friendly Greeter: muse has forgotten everyone they know, and if they see them they will be all-too happy to introduce themselves.

My Name Is: Everytime someone says the muse's name, he/she/they must slap that person in the face.

Hot: muse becomes hot-blooded and hot-tempered.

They speaking to me: muse starts hearing voices in her/his/their head

Titanic: muse falls in love with the next person that helps them with something.

The snake with blue eyes: muse is dressed all preppy/frilly but acts like a bad boy/ girl

Daydream dressed as a nightmare: muse is dressed all dark/gothic but acts all perky

Weredoggy: muse now behaves like a dog; they play fetch, loyal, they bark, they chase squirrels, and love being pet as well as other dog like qualities.

Jumping Frenchmen: muse is easily startled and has a tendency to follow commands that are given very abruptly.

The Tongue of Animalia: muse can communicate with animals.

Thou Wretched Fool!: muse believes they are a medieval knight.

Fire is bad: Muse now has a fear of fire and will shy away from anyone with any source of fire.

----- Physical M!As -----

Ring bing ring: muse has a bell tied to their neck that cannot be removed

Is that an angel?: muse has a large pair of pure white angel wings and a golden barb wire halo that is dimly glowing. The muse can also float.

Dwarf: Muse is 4ft tall and is obsessed with dig holes. They also are in love with pickaxes and axes.

Taur: muse becomes a centaur, but with the waist and lower body of the animal Anon chooses. Upper body of a human, waist down the body of an animal on all fours.

Fireheart: muse turns into a giant fire breathing dragon.

Poisonheart: muse turns into a wyvern with a poisonous tail and can’t breathe fire.

Are you jealous: Muse now has a long, scraggly beard, regardless of gender.

Mew: muse grows cat-ears and a tail and develop cattish mannerisms

Trickster: Muse becomes a Kitsune

Way Beyond the Boundary: muse is either a cambion or a demon hunter (anon decides which.)

Power of three: muse splits into three versions of her/his/them selfs. Negetive (bad), neutral, and positive (good).

I choose you: muse turns into a Pokémon

Mr. Hyde: Muse will be split into two identical individuals, one good, the other evil, and they are aware of eachother's presence and of the split.

I believe I can fly: Muse now has wings but they are unable to use them for flight.

Where am I?!?!: muse become invisible but the spell immediately ends when they attack someone or cast a spell.

GO FAST: muse can run as fast as a thoroughbred horse. ( 44 mph)

Bioluminesence: Muse now glows in the dark

Lying tongue and the aura of truth: muse splits into two. The two looks the same and acts the same but one of them can only tell lies and the other can only tell the truth.

Sea Monkey: muse turns into a brine shrimp

-----Horror M!As -----

Cold Blooded: muse has a sudden drive for revenge. Every wrong doing they’ve had against them, every lie and rumour made they will seek out to make right

Ring of Fire: muse can only see their fears and phobias around them.

The Hunter: Your muse is being hunted down mercilessly. Anyone your muse comes into contact with is also subject to being a target.

The Mirror: muse soul is trapped in a mirror and their body has been possessed by some strange entity.

The Russian Sleep Experiment: muse can’t sleep, and is slowly losing their grip on reality.

The screaming: The muse hears constant screams and torment from mistakes they’ve made or ghosts from their past.

Scars: all physical scars muse has are started to burn.

Who’s There?: muse get the unsettling feel that someone or something is watching them. Inanition muse keeps seeing shadowy figures in the corner of their eye.

They speaking to me: muse starts hearing voices in her/his/their head

Seeing Double: Muse has run into a shapeshifter. The shapeshifter has captured the muse, tide them up, and hidden he/she/them underground. The shapeshifter has replaced your muse.

Smile: muse cannot stop smiling, even when it hurts their cheeks.

Chocolate touch: everything that her/he/their touch will their lips immediately turns into chocolate

Deadly Years: the muse begins rapidly aging

The floor is lava: muse cannot touch the floor. If they do, they get 3rd° burns.

Crossroad: muse goes to a crossroads to sell their soul. How much time they get depends on the mun (If muse has little to no soul or is an angel they become a crossroads demon. Also the mun decides if their muse takes the deal or not)

—disturbing M!As -----

Feather?!?!: muse can’t stop cough up feathers.

Scars: all physical scars muse has are started to burn.

SMILE:muse cannot stop smiling, even when it hurts their cheeks and even when they have negative emotions.

Petrified: muse slowly starts turning to stone. They have to find someone who can cure them before they're completely petrified.

Waxing: muse losses all her/his/their body hair

Can’t stop Dancing: muse keeps dancing until they pass out or dance them self’s to death

Bam Pregnent: muse has a plastic baby’s head, arms, and legs glued on the outside of their belly!!!

Liquid: muse’s breath smells like liquid manurer. The only cure is time (3 hours).

For Science!: Muse suddenly has the urge to become a test subject. Anon may choose who's subject he is.

Nice Boxers: Muse believes they are stripped down to their underwear, even if they are fully clothed.

Lying Flower: every time the muse lies a red/black flower appears somewhere on their body.

blah flowers blah curse: muse is coughing up tulips and the only cure is a romantic French kiss from the person they have a crush on. ( if your muse is asexual or has no crush or the crush is dead, they can get rid of the cursed by kiss a silver mirror )

The Rapture: muse gets possessed by an angel. If they’re already an angel, someone else knocks them out of their vessel and takes their place for a couple of hours or longer. (mun besides)

Zippy: Muse has a literal zip for a mouth.

-----that’s something M!As -----

Hit Me: Muse is now completely drunk and will not suffer any hangover

Salem: Muse keeps accusing people of witchcraft.

What the: Muse can hear the Mun’s voice like an angel (or devil) on their shoulder for a day.

Un-armed!: Muse cannot pick up or use any weapon.

Karkat?: muse must YELL EVERYTHING THEY SAY!

Hehehe: Muse is slightly tipsy and very festive.

Rhyme Time: muse can only speak in rhyme

Flesh: muse suddenly has a overwhelming desire to eat raw meat and lots of it. They are also allergic to all vegetables.

Silent Treatment: Muse is mute and grumpy

Egg: Muse finds a large egg and does not know what to do with it

Un-armed!: Muse cannot pick up or use any weapon.

I Am The Cure: muse is stuck in a plague doctor outfit

Soulless : Muse has no soul.

Loop: Muse is stuck in a cycle of repeating themselves.

Sweet Tooth: Muse has the urge to bake and eat sweet foods.

It’s just a flesh wound: muse cannot feeling pain and cannot die from blood loss.

I’m BBOORRED!!!: muse cannot stop feeling bored with everything