#should have mentioned it sooner on here but i forgot that this account has like. 10 thousand more than any of my other ones
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Embarassingly, I haven't mentioned it on this blog, so I figured I would officially state that I stand against the ongoing ethnic cleansing/genocide of Palestine by Israel. I genuinely don't know what to say other than that I hope every politician - especially those in my country, the US - who has signed off on the murder of what is now twenty thousand civilians suffers forever.
#i saw someone like a post of mine that was very vocal in the opposite direction and realized with horror that most people dont follow#my other accounts#notart#anyway normally i dont make statements about this stuff on my tumblr art blog specifically#but being as the US is complicit i feel it is irresponsible not to at least make my stance known#should have mentioned it sooner on here but i forgot that this account has like. 10 thousand more than any of my other ones
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So..what hapened ?(In regards to the ''drama'')
Hey Pine here. So im sure the SFW vore community has been made aware of ''drama'' that was caused by me and another user nammed Static.I want to ask for the community to at least spread this post around and not label it drama.PLEASE DONT SWEEP THIS UNDER THE RUG AND READ THE CONTENTS OF THIS POST! THIS POST WILL INCLUDE /MENTION THE FOLLOWING: Mentions of the genocide in palestine, antisemitism, national socialism (aka nazism), false alligations, harrasment, threats of doxing, potential ACTUAL doxing, manipulation , mentions of self harm (including suicide),a bit of misgendering among a few others. Again as triggering as these topics may be I heavily encourage you to the read the full contents of this post . And if you have alluded to this situation to no longer label it as drama or ''2 minors arguing over the internet''. Thank you. This post is HEAVY in terms of content and length.So be prepared for that as well.
Edit as of 4:13PM of june 2nd.I forgot to add the misgendering bit.
So who are the players? This whole thing sorrounds 3 main people ; me (pine) , Static (Aka staticmoonshock) and Zet (OpikArts).
Edit as of august: Static was 15 but mid july tutned 16.As far as ive grasped things. I need to clarify as of Febuary 18th im 16 years old. Static to my knowladge has also been 16 for a while, i wont disclose Zets age but everyone here is either 16 or near 17. Another clarification needed is that Static has supposedly left their tumblr account and HAS deleted their side blog oyasumioyasumicloseyoureyes. Even if they arent active targated harrassment is NOT ENDORCED,ENCOUREGED AND IF I SEE ANY HARRASSMENT YOU ARE DIRT TO ME AND ARE NOT HELPING AT ALL. Static is someone who was frequent in the SFW vore community and were best known for sending people asks usually accompanied with their OC's and wanting people to engage with them.They would usually find someone and then proceed to almost spam that person with asks (in an rp fashion sometimes) Zet or OpikArts is someone id say is a very well known figure in the SFW vore community that I dont believe needs much introduction. And them me aka 1#dumbass. Now onto the rest: In early march Static and I had our first interaction via this ask - https://www.tumblr.com/pineappleparfaitie/744426151470071808/i-give-you-the-smol-prey-he-is-very-squish-and?source=share I had problems with them from the start that being the overcrowding of my blog with their asks and it cluttured my blog. However i should have told Static this directly which was my first mistake. I then added this type of behaviour as not accaptable on my BYI. I need you to know this was MARCH 9TH the date will play a role later. on march 11th I followed them back and we started chatting
Static here told me to tell them if they were overwhelming. And it was a mistake on my end for not saying it sooner.
So Static has known me for more then 2 months. I need people to be aware of that. We had friendly convos on and off and they ;after a period of time- gave me some not so pleasent thoughts. What I mean is Static had behaviours comparable to my abuser. My abuser would vent with no warning, would not put triggers, would talk about his personal life and tell me triggering things and would also mention harming himself. (in 1 instance he sent elf harm scars he inflected on himself so i could send them to his ex partner in an attempt of guilt tripping them). I am all for mental health awearness, and venting but NEVR vent to someone without any warning because you have no idea wtf they are going threw. I was a child therapist at 11 years old to a 15 year old dude and was till he was halfway threw being 20. I know this is HEAVILY personal from my end but I need people to be aware of this notion to better understand WHY i didint like talking to this person and WHY I should have cut them off when I initally started talking to them, After them yet again telling me personal details i asked them this (i have censored their messege as it had personal details regarding their life and i do not want people weaponising this against them or revealing private stuff regarding their life.)
NOTE!EVEN HERE I TELL STATIC WE ARE MOOTS!I KNOW I SOUND MEAN BUT BEING MY FRIEND IS A LOT MORE PERSONAL THEN BEING A MOOT!STATIC WOULD STATE LATER I WAS THEIR FRIEND SO I BELIEVE WE HAD MISCUMUNICATIONS FROM THE START!THIS IS A FAULT ON MY END WITH NOT CLEARLY COMMUNICATINGÂ M YÂ Â FEELINGS AND NOT TELLING THEM THINGS MORE BLUNTLY. In ALL HONESTLY i should have been upfront with them and immidietly told them what made me uncomftrable but I wanted to be nice because its rude to just tell someone who likes your work ''can you not?'' Static would maybe onc or twice after this forget about me telling them this but it was alright for the most part. Now then. on May 14th i sent Static this messege (this is where the subject of the Genocide in Palestine starts)
For context:I had a back and fort with someone who i talked about Hazbin Hotel with and how i simply dont like the creator due the fact she has the otpion to boycott but doesnt. And I still stand by the fact if you CAN and are PRIVALEGED enough to boycott you should . Thats not the point of this however it was just context. Static (from what i believe) saw this and on their side blog said how they wished so much pressure wasnt put on my minors to boycott. As well as the main problem regarding everything that being how much antisemitism they were seeing. THIS is where my BIGGEST issue lied with Static. I am ALL for critisizing people who associate jews with israelis and then use that as an excuse to be antisemetic. THAT IS NOT ''OKAY'' THAT IS BLATANT ANTISEMITISM AND YOU ARE DOING HARM TO INNOCENT PEOPLE WHO PROBABLY DONT EVEN AGREE WITH THE THINGS HAPPENING.But Static THEMSELVES for this whole time had the notion that Israel= jews/judism and that if you hated Israel you hated its citizens therefor you hated Jews. I cannot show certain screenshots as they are PERSONAL to Static and I am not going to mention THAT. The reason MOBIZEN is visible is because later down the line Zet suggested I recorded mine and Statics whole Tumblr chat (may 29th) and I cant remove the audio to the recordings so I cannot link the videos due to my voice being on those recordgins, my fathers voice and my own cries and sobs as I was suffering a full on meltdown.WE WILL GET INTO THAT.HOWEVER AS PROOF OF THE VIDEOS EXISTENCE :
Static and I had back forths on this topic . I WANT TO RE-ITTARATE STATIC DIDINT EVEN KNOW WHAT ZIONIST MEANT AT THIS POINT AND WAS IN MY OPINION UNEDUCATED ON THE TOPIC OF THE GENOCIDE HAPPENING.
Isreal is a JEWISH state but not every Israeli is JEWISH. Isreal has hurt and killed their own citizens, has killed and hurt Palestinian Rabbis because they dont care about Jewish people they care about using it as a weapon and shield for the autrocities they commit.I WANT TO EXPLAIN THIS BECAUSE STATIC IS CLEARLY UNDER THE NOTION THAT ISREAL IS ALL JEWS ! I do not think they found good sources for this topic. Static had a period of educating themselves, we agreed more then ONCE to not mention this topic (i became more distant as this really made me upset â look up Srebrenica Massicare it relates to my country )
Static didint know what the word ''state'' meant and made assumptions on my words and their own personal definition. I WANT TO RE-ITTARATE I WAS NO ANGEL DURING THIS AND WHEN THIS TOPIC CAME AROUND I WAS VERY QUICK TO BE AGRESSIVE AND NOT TOLORATE THEIR VIEWS. I WAS A TOTAL DICKWAD AND STATIC HAD EVERY RIGHT TO BE MAD ATME FOR IT!! I DO NOT TOLORATE ANY ZIONIST VIEWS OR ANYTHING IN SUPPORT OF ISREALS EXISTANCE!I DO NOT THINK STATIC THEMSELVES IS A ZIONIST NOR WILL I CALL THEM THAT I THINK THEY NEED TO BE EDUCATED AND PROPERLY SO!BUT THEY HAVE SHOWN VIEWS RELATING TO ZIONISM AND I WANT TO MAKE THAT EVIDENT! This all went on during may , Statics general behaviour put me off and their overwhelmingness made it worse for me. THIS WAS MY FAULT I SHOULD HAVE CUT THEM OFF IN MARCH AND NOT LET THIS SHIT FESTER!I NEED TO SAY THIS BECAUSE I WANT TO BE BLUNT! H a d I not let this fester for as long as it did I would have not been in this situation, neither would have Zet. And their views on Israel and Palestine didint help a bit. Static isnt jewish, they are an atheist and are in a church , however they have Jewish herritage. Wil al this here is the prolouge to the main event of this shitshow: This will be shown in full Static said they were going threw a episode during the writing of this, and I will not fault them for having one. However I couldnt handle being around someone who clearly wasnt mentally well and was making ME mentally WORSE. (fyi we were talking abt smth completely unrelated to this when Static sent this)
(this is what the japanese text translates to:)
I WANT ALL OF THIS in full to be here so people know why I wanted to cut ties with Static.The following is what had us cut ties.
After this Static proceeded to block me.Quick clerification: The reason i asked Static about the Japanese thing is because I wanted to see how premeditated that episode could have been.Because if they wrote that only to put it into google translate that would have needed more effort then to simply write that text in dm's. However I do think Static GENUINELY had a episode here- what kind I cannot say. (deppresive or something else. Static vauge posted about me in a vent
It was back and forth of me and them vaugeposting about eachother. On this blog you can find EVERY ONE OF MY REAL TIME RESPONSES TO THIS https://www.tumblr.com/thessituation I have made edits to the post to provide further context. I will not be summarasing them up excpt 1 important post that caused this mess to get worse.The rest I trust you â the reader to go look threw them, I rebloged them chronologically so start from the last post and work up to the latest. The post I want to talk about is this one: https://www.tumblr.com/pineappleparfaitie/751836863121293313/normally-i-dont-justify-nazis-with-a-response-but at the end of the post i explain stuff but to elaborate: I put sfw vore community tags on this post because it was clear evidence of Static wishing me harm and saying the vilest of the stuff they said during this situation. However this caused others in the community to call this post drama and also put sfw vore tags and it caused a domino effect. This made people especially more well known creators with larger followings to want to sweep this under the rug, people didint want to interact with this ''drama'' , one user even called this an argument between 2 minors .I was going threw what I now believe to be a SERIES of MULTIPLE panic attacks and since ive never been threw ONE of those . For the majority of may 29th i was going threw hell. And I was on a school trip for the 30th and 31st.
Now here is who Zet/opikarts is in all this. Zet is a polish dude who has a deep rooted hatred for nazis (as most normal people do but him especially) Zet came into play because him and Static were in contact for a simmilar time me and Static were in contact. They first started talking on the 7th of March.During this period the 2 became friends. I was aware of this as Static mentioned it to me beforehand while we were on good terms. Upon me wanting to cut ties and them blocking me- Static told Zet I was an aspiring neo nazi, that i was manipulative , that I hated jews, that I was aantisemetic ect ect ect. They had simmilar behaviours towards Opic as they did to me and they talked about wanting to harm themselves and vented to him about me and all this. They never showed proof for any of this mind you and had Zet blindly believe them and encorouged them to not talk to me about it- effectively making it so he would not only believe them but never question anything. Static also said it would make them feel better if he blocked me, he only unfollowed me and made me unfollow him. Zet liked every single one of Statics posts that they made in response to this situationa as HE believed he was helping a friend fight of a neo-nazi/nazi , this included the post that wished death upon me (he didint read it threw all the way or properly the first time and he didint agree with what Static said after the fact. I blocked Zet in a fit of panic and anger and then a moot and a friend od mine â Koko aka Koko puffs love informed me that Zet wanted to talk with me to clear stuff up. IN THIS TIME PERIOD STATIC CLAIMED THEIR FRIEND SAM COULD DOX ME!THAT HE HAD STOLEN 2 FIGTHER JETS AND HE COULD SEE MY IPÂ (which couldnt tell u as much as u think it can) AND TRIED LINKING IT TO AN ANON ASKS GIVING THEM A BOMB THREAT!I DID NOT AND STATIC HAS NOT PROVIDED ANY PROPER SUBSANTIAL EVIDENCE! https://www.tumblr.com/staticmoonshock/751839511503339520/aight-hoes-i-know-some-of-yall-will-take-this-and?source=share this is not evidence i requested video proof of Sam showing the code and i have recieved nothing.
Edit for 4:13PM june 2nd:
Static also reffered to me with fem terms like miss,mrs,ms and girlie ,later saying those terms arent gendered in their eyes.However later they told Zet that they thought i had she/her in my bio always.They sent me multiple asks meaning they HAD to have seen my they/them in my bio and I dont think Zet was aware of how long we talked when they told him this. They were either lying and PURPOSEFULLY misgendering me to further dehumanise me ,mock me ect or they literally never read my bio or my BYI EVER .Neither is really cool. KOKO SUPPORTED ME DURING THIS TIME!THEY DIDINT LIKE PEOPLE CALLING THIS DRAMA!IT ACTIVELY SHOWED ME SUPPORT IN THAT AWFUL TIME!THEY DIDINT WANT PEOPLE CALLING THIS SHIT DRAMA! And me and Zet talked. The reason in the screenshots you see mobizen is because Zet suggested recording mine and Statics chat as Static deleted theirs. Everything. FROM M A Y  9 T H . I did this along with providing numerous screenshots and after the  fact. And then Zet saw Static lied to him ,overexagarated shit ect ect. And now we are on very good terms. The reason I make this post is because people either swept this under the rug ,encorouged it to be done and spread the info this was an argument. It was in fact someone who clearly isnt in the best headspace actively harrasing someone who wanted to cut ties with them, lying about said person (me) to their friend (Zet) and then after all this. Static deleted most of the posts regarding this situation. (i mention this in the post that started the whole ''this is only drama'' mess.)
I sincerely hope this is spread around the community and that this being a drama is no longer the thought behind this situation. People got hurt for no reason because someone couldnt take people not wanting to be their friend. Upon my post ''Regarding recent events'' Static made a now deleted post saying that they forgave me when they probably shouldnt and they would let me talk with them about the genocide (fyi they rebloged posts and shit saying how this wasnt agenocide) and I did not get 1 apology. I have made multiple to Static, multiple. I have not recieved 1 single ''sorry'' about the death wish, the dox threats, the insults, the nazi labeling I hav recieved NOTHING. This is the text i sent to Static on May 30th after that post was made
I put all this fourth so people can understand WHY I acted the way I DID, WHY this thing happened AND WHY it was handled so poorly on my end. I was in a state of panic I could not describe to you, a large creator with a following twice your size seemingly supporting the idea youre a nazi and that you deserve to be hit by a train, someone you just wanted to cut off threataning to DOX you and your poor decision to tag a post with community tags to spread awareness causing others to do the same except labeling it as ''DRAMA'' â making the whole community leave you on your own. Yeah May 29th was WORSE then the WORST EXPIRENCES I HAVE E V E R had with my ABUSER. Zet and I are thankfully on good terms now and I dont blame him for being manipulated it wasnt his fault. And I â well angry and upset with how the community handled this- I cant blame it for not wanting to get involved what was painted as ''drama between 2 kids''. Please go show your support to Zet as well as he also felt like crap during this time.Being manipulated feels awful and isnt fun in the fucking slightest and its just a shitshow frankly.
EDIT AS OF JUNE 3RD:
Static made a response post to the situation/this post in particular. I saw this and screenshotted it at aroumd 12:39 PM my time.
This post has since been deleted.
Dear Static;
You have lied about a person to someones face,manipulated them and actively tried to cause harm.You fighting for the right to your opinion included you to call someone a nazi ,antisemetic,to wish them death and to threaten them with doxing- to harrass someone with no proof. Your opinion on a GENOCIDE means NOTHING to me because it justifies the idea of the existence of a TERRORIST STATE
I wanted to cut ties because of THIS behaviour. Not JUST your opinion. Your behaviour caused me to double down on that notion.
You KNOW i fucked up tagging the community in this -it was a cry for help . But you KNEW of the harm I did. And you actively tagged this community to do as much damage as possible.You deleted this post meaning you arent gone.And im GLAD im HOPING that youre okay that youre alive and well.But you paint the narrative that people dont like your takes on a genocide. Its not only that- but your behaviour. Now back to the contens of thr OG post.
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Edit as of June 7th.
Static is fine they seem do be doing well.That is all. Update as of June 7th 9PM roughly.
Just a screenshot, i am in no state to type anything out. That is all. back to the original contents.
Update as of 2am June 10th:
Static somehow interacted with me threw thessituation blog i am figuring out how to block them on there as well.
i will not comment further i believe ive presented the evidence neccessary and i am only posting this here as an archive.
Back to the original contents Update June 13th:
... They are wanting to persue legal action- back to OG contents . . .
To Staticmoonshock I hope you are well, I hope you get the help you need.I dont wish you harm, of any kind. Just please get the help you need before you return to a community space. But please, never contact me again. -Pine
Update as of Jun 30th.
Not really an update however just to say a few things. I have no idea how Static is now or if they have gotten better and im no longer engaging with them period. So below is only what i know.
-Static threatened to take legal action against me via contacting a friend and their friend , later deleting a post alluding to contacting a lawyer
-allegedly tried to take their life twice.Once by taking almost 30 zoloft pills with a 100mg dose which should have killed them but they only said they were like idk loopy?May have taken less then in the picture they provided
-they DID give me an apology , a bad one and one i wont accept, but an apology nonetheless
-said i showed private stuff but later said they couldnt see any of my post as i have them blocked maybe that was just poor wording so ill take it with some salt.
-said they stabbed themselves in the eye with scissors and what i believe-faked a bloody image
And yeah thats about it no clue whats going on now lol
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I posted the last chapter of this on AO3 just before bed and completely forgot to post it here as well. Typical bird-brained Bel. But here it is now if you wanted to read it and missed it! Iâll ad the AO3 link in a reblog, as usual :o)
Jigsaw Pieces
Chozen, uneasy
Daniel, adrift
Amanda, sleepless
Sam, shaken
Johnny, fixing things
Daniel, not alone
Daniel can hardly believe his eyes.
Seeing Johnny and Chozen side by side, Robby flanked by Miguel and Sam, Anthony behind his sister smiling proudly â itâs just surreal.
Sure, theyâre not literally all here; there are a few gaps where students should be if this were a class (like Chris, or Mitch, or Demetri who mentioned something about getting a summer job last time), but even if the group isnât complete, Danielâs surprise is.
These past ten minutes have been one hell of a roller-coaster. He can still feel the warmth of Amandaâs hands holding his, the breath that rushed out of him when he stepped into Mr. Miyagiâs room for the first time in eight years, the tightness in his chest that hasnât really had time to loosen yet. Mr. Miyagi kept his most painful memories in a box, on a cabinet, but at least he was brave enough to open that box from time to time. Even after the burial, even after almost a decade, Daniel has refused to open the door to his bedroom. His own memories of Mr. Miyagi are everywhere â on the wall of his home dojo, in the power and grace of his daughterâs karate, in his own soul â but that empty room is the last, final proof that the man himself is gone forever, and facing this fact for real takes a strength Danielâs never felt he had. Until ten minutes ago, when Amanda gently guided him in front of that door and said Iâm right here. And stood aside silently, her presence both supportive and unobtrusive, while he took in everything â a thousand memories, a thousand reminders of what used to be and can never be again.
The last bonsai Mr. Miyagi was working on has lost much of its original shape, but itâs still alive. Amanda must have come in regularly to water it in the past eight years.
âIs it gonna be okay?â he hears himself ask across thirty-four years while staring anxiously at a different bonsai.
Mr. Miyagi answered calmly then, âDepends. If roots strong, tree survive.â
Between his dogged nurturing and the strength of its roots, the bonsai in question lived, and still thrives to this day. Sometimes Daniel wonders how old it actually is. But then Mr. Miyagi was always good at taking care of lost causes and pulling off miracles.
Mr. Miyagi was also the only one able to defeat both John Kreese and Terry Silver, and easily at that. Over the past week Daniel has sometimes wondered what he would have made of the current situation. He has wished, more than once, for his old mentor to make things right again, or even just to have his back like he never failed to even when Daniel was pretty sure he didnât deserve this unwavering support. Maybe he would have approved of Danielâs capitulation â maybe he would have advised Daniel to step off a lot sooner, before kids started to get hurt â maybe he would have urged him to keep fighting. But you canât ask a dead man what he thinks. You canât ask a dead man anything. Tugging on a ghost is as useless as trying to catch the wind.
ExceptâŠ
Mr. Miyagi did leave something of his here, and not just in the mementos left untouched and the warmth of the little house, the wood and the shoji walls. Of all the people standing in front of Daniel in the bright summer sunlight, only two knew him well (Amanda and Sam), three met him in person but only have sparse or superficial memories of him (Chozen, Anthony and Johnny), and the rest only know him from a picture on the wall and second-handed accounts. Yet it feels like heâs here, standing next to Amanda, smiling fondly. Like he never really left.
Daniel is hit by a memory, like a flash, of Mr. Miyagi and him going out to fish the day after the Obon festival. No training, no karate of any kind â just the two of them, a little boat in a secluded Okinawa inlet, and companionable silence in the sun. Not that Daniel would have been up for much more at that point; his fight with Chozen the night before had left him black and blue and utterly drained of energy. The stakes probably had a lot to do with it. Daniel had never had to fight for his life before.
âI forgot to thank you yesterday,â he said at some point, and Mr. Miyagi turned to him, eyebrows raised under his hat.
âFor what?â
âWell, you kinda saved my life with that little drum back there. If you hadnât⊠You know. I think the outcome wouldâve been very different if you hadnât been there.â
Mr. Miyagi twisting the little handheld drum back and forth had not only reminded Daniel of the eponymous technique. The lone reedy taptaptaptap had grown into a loud clatter as everybody else picked up on it and banged their own drums, a clear show of support that had confused the hell out of Chozen. Daniel, bruised and bloodied and almost out of hope, walking the wire between almost laughing and almost crying, had drawn strength from his last reserves from that sound â and won, somehow.
Mr. Miyagi didnât reply right away. He adjusted his fishing rod across his knees and nodded.
âDrum not save life, Daniel-san. You down, you pick self up. Drum just remind you⊠Not alone. Got people in corner. And me.â
And then, just as Danielâs throat went a little tight, M. Miyagi tilted his head to the side and added with an eh face, âFigure of speech.â
Daniel grinned at that.
âWell, thanks for beinâ in my corner. And, uh â you know Iâm in yours, right?â
âHai.â Mr. Miyagiâs eyes softened. âMiyagi know.â
Theyâd shared a smile, then gone back to gazing at the sunlight winking on the sea. It had been a good day.
The people standing in Mr. Miyagiâs garden right now could all be holding pellet drums. The two situations are night and day, literally, but the emotions rising in Danielâs chest are very similar.
Mr. Miyagi may no longer be in his corner, but that doesnât mean heâs alone â not anymore, like Sam just pointed out.
All the students â plus Amanda â bow as one, like theyâre waiting for the lesson to begin, like it hasnât been almost two months since Miyagi-Do (and Eagle Fang) shut down. Eli, Robby, Abe, Sam, Bert, Miguel, all of them â even Anthony, for the very first time. Samâs smile is beaming when she straightens up, her eyes very blue.
Daniel looks at Chozen on his left, a silent question â though what heâs asking exactly, heâs not sure. Chozen answers with a determined nod nonetheless. Its meaning is clear: both vow and encouragement. We can do this, all of us. And the thing is, Daniel is starting to believe him.
He hesitates for a half-second before turning to his right and meeting Johnnyâs eyes. But the expression in them is familiar, if always surprising to see on the face of his old enemy/rival/frenemy/friend. The last time Daniel saw it, Kreese had just thrown the gauntlet at them, and Johnny cemented their alliance of circumstance with three words â We wonât lose â and a look that had helped quiet down the snarling mess in his chest of fury, fear, and retrospective horror at what heâd almost done. Because if Johnny Lawrence, cold and grim and with the bruises from Kreeseâs stranglehold just starting to form around his throat, could stand tall and steady and say âweâ, after everything, then perhaps all wasnât lost.
Johnny doesnât say anything. He doesnât need to. His small nod and the look in his eyes speak volumes. And just like that night last December, Daniel relaxes a fraction, with the beginning of a smile this time.
They bow to their students simultaneously, the three senseis, and as Daniel straightens up he canât suppress a smile that seems to come from somewhere deep in his chest.
And a very distinct feeling of missing pieces, finally falling into place.
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The end! I really hope you enjoyed this little story. I did writing it, even (especially) the parts that hurt :â) Please tell me if you did!
(Also I couldnât help bringing Mr. Miyagi back a little, if only in flashbacks đ)
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He's So Pretty! (1)
Child Sanzu Haruchiyo X Child Reader! (7/8 yrs old?)
~ tags. contains spoiler from ch. 241(?), Mention of blood, Fluff, Angst if you squint, Childhood to lovers!
~ wc. 0.6k
~ A/n. From my Alt Account, I already said that i'm going back on this account and write again for my 115 followers.
One | Two
âHa-haru? Are you fine?â you asked the boy that's crying in front of you.
âNo, Onii-chan gets mad at me againâŠitâs always my fault, i should stop talking to senjuâ
âEhhh? Why? Youâre the best big brother!â
âI always get scolded because my brother thinks iâm teaching her boyish thingsâ
âMhhhhâŠwell you donât teach her boyish things, right?â
âOf Course not! Sheâs the only girl, she need to act like a ladyâ
âBut being boyish sometimes is definitely fine and she hang out with you and your friendsâŠand, and your brother is friends with your friends older brother tooâ
âYeah, he always hangs out with shinichiro-kunâ
âSenjuâs older siblings are both boys too, you should expect her to act boyish, your brother should!â
âHe wonât listen to me anyways, i not gonna hangout with senju anymoreâ
âThen senju would feel lonely, donât you think?â
â...â
You and haru were childhood friends, both of you attends the same pre-school. His house is just a few steps away from you too, thatâs why you two often meet, you havenât met his friend but you already met his siblings, he always talks about how his past few days went like you two were really the closest friends!
One day you saw haruchiyoâŠwith a bandage on his face, the bandage doesnât look new at all, the blood almost covers it all, crying right on your face while your mom gives him a warm entrance.
âHaru-chan, what happened?â your mom asked him, but she was treated with a silence.
âAre you fine?Do you want something to eat? Or, or replace the bandage?â you asked panickedly since he was treats your mother with a silent treatment and the haruchiyo you know, the akaashi haruchiyo you know is talkative and loud.
â âm fine mrs. l/nâŠthis, this is nothingâ
âNo, haru youâre lying!â
ây/n, donât shout at him, do you want some fruits or something? y/nâs father is going home sooner maybe you want some ice cream or something sweet?â
âIce cream would be fine, mrs. l/nâ
âYouâre so polite haru-chan! And stop calling me mrs too, call me aunt or auntieâŠyou were very closed with my dearest y/n, treat me as you mom too, ok?and letâs re-do your bandage, if that is fine with you of course!â
âPlease, auntâ he said to your mom while looking like an abandoned puppyâŠ
âStay here for dinner too, i would be cooking something delicious!â
And the time flies as if nothing happened, but he was there on that house couch, on your house couch looking beautiful, like he always been. With his new bandaged faceâŠbut his wounds, when your mom looked at it she was shocked too.
âDo you mind telling us what happened?â
âThis is no-nothing, aunt! No worriesâ
âAre you sure itâs nothing?im worried for youâ
Lies, you know it was a lieâŠyou didnât want to push him or anything, thats why you didnât bother asking.
And after that, after all of thatâŠtime really flies, just like three weeks ago haru was in your couch and now you would be leaving him.
âIm sorry, really sorryâŠmy father got promoted, we need to leave and go somewhere faraway. But- but! Donât be sad, tey wonât sell our house in here! I promise, im gonna comeback here! And buy ice cream with you everydayâ
âI understand, no need to explain that muchâŠâ but deep inside him, he was afraid, afraid of being lonely, afraid that he doensât have a people to call home anymore, heâs afraid you wonât comeback or even remember him, heâs afraid of you and your family leaving.he canât do anything about it, better just to shut up and be silent.
âForgot to tell you that, haru your face and scar is pretty! Just like your blue diamond eyes!â things you said before going in the car and leave japan.
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Yeehaw Leo⊠it's all because this song came on one day (I donât even really listen to country anymore so it really is fate). Leo is based off that song, each chapter is going to be based off a yeehaw song too.
Characters belong to @lumosinlove
Beta: @the-most-slyterin-hufflepuff & @punkkkboi
TW/CW: Smut, terrible yeehaw sayings and jokes, injuries, mentions of past death/suicide, minor character death, underage drinking, mentions of past arrests, cringe
Chapter Songs (listening in order is recommended):
Chapter 13:
Anchors Away
Clay was bored, wandering around the mall with nothing to do. Thomas was at practice, Noelle was at work at the aquarium. He was alone again and he really didnât like it. Leo was busy cleaning the apartment for his mom who is showing up later tonight and Reg was hanging out at the rink.
Clay thought about going to the rink but everytime he goes for longer than 20 minutes he gets a head cold. He was walking past a recently closed store and heard faint music coming from inside. He walked in and noticed a small table set up with two men who were jokingly singing along to the song.
Clay took note of all the posters around the small store.
âFeeling like you need a purpose in life?â Yeah, he does. Everyone around him is doing actual things with their lives. Reg has started going to art school for errotic photography and portraits. Leo has been selling horses over video calls with rich clients and helping his mother set up times for the clients to go down and visit the horses at the ranch. Obviously, the hockey boys are playing hockey. Noelle is a year away from graduating and was recently promoted, and Clay just kind of existedâŠ
Leo jokingly called him a houseboy when he mentioned how he just stays at home and cleans, now that's all he is ever called by Leo and Reg and it really makes Clay feel worthless. He knows they donât mean anything by it butâŠ. It still stings.
He moves on to the next poster. âWant financial benefits, healthcare, and more?â
That would be nice, to make his own money for once instead of his parents randomly filling his account with too much money. Something he knows he shouldnât complain about but he wants to make a name for himself.
âJoin the U.S Navy.â He paused, he doesnât know a lot about his birth family, but he does know they were in the military. He has no clue which branch and he knows if he asked his parents they would help him in a heartbeat. But maybe this was a way to find out on his own.
He left the mall feeling lighter, a pep in his step.
He just enlisted in the navy. He was going to make something of himself and maybe even feel like he isnât just watching his friends and partners pass him by.
Then it hit him, the one thing Leo and him promised each other they would never do is join the military. Because they both know how it fucks people up. Leo lost his uncle, and Clayâs dad lost his own father to PTSD from not having proper care after. Maybe he just screwed upâŠ. But there was no going back now. He wouldnât.
Walking in the house, Noelle was looking beautiful. She was wearing a pair of sweats rolled up twice at the waist and one of Clayâs old ratty t-shirts. Her curly hair was in her normal ponytail and she was putting on her sneakers. She looked tired from work.
Earlier in the week when Clay and Leo announced Eloise was coming to visit for a few days Noelle started stressing immediately. She has always worried about meeting parents because they always seem to dislike her when they first lay eyes on her, she blames it on her chronic RBF. Clay reassured her that Eloise would love her and actually already loves her from all the stories Clay has told her on her weekly calls.
Eloise was coming tonight, fuck! It was his birthday today and he forgot to mention it! Oops...
Thomas was sitting next to her, freshly showered in his own sweats and t-shirt looking relaxed, he was wearing some socks with little hamsters on them that Clay found for him a while ago. It made his heart jump and he felt his face stretch into a smile. He was scrolling through his phone and Thomasâ whole face opened up in a bright smile as soon as he saw Clay. He made Clay feel so special in a specific way, a way that is so different from how Noelle does and he loves them both.
He needs to tell them that.
âI have something to tell you guys⊠honestly, I donât know how you will react but what's done is done.â He puts his hands in his jean pockets and taps the hell of his boots to the toe of his other boot. He was fidgeting and knew the other two noticed. It made him even more nervous.
âThat doesnât sound like good news.â Thomas looks at him a bit worried. His smile was still there but it fell slightly and Clay just wanted to fix it. He noticed Noelle had paused stomping on her shoes, oddly similar to Logan, it made him want to stop what he was going to say but⊠communication is important!
âWell, I first need you guys to promise me something, then I will make Finn and Logan promise the same thing when we see them because I know I will have to tell them.â He has to tell them, so they are ready for Leo just, not being okay.
And it was all gonna be Clayâs fault.
âWhat's the promise?â Noelle finishes putting on her shoe and looks up at him. She is trying her best to keep her face neutral but he could tell the wheels were turning in her brain.
âDo not tell Leo, I need to be the one to tell him⊠and I know he isnât going to react well. Same goes for Reg but I will probably tell him a lot sooner than Leo.â He keeps on switching his feet that he is tapping and finally looks at them.
Itâs now or never.
âI enlisted in the navy today.â
âOkay, Reg and I are going to pick up Ma and then we will be right back!â Leo has been all smiles all day. Finn knew he was close to his mom but this is just adorable.
âDrive safe!â Leo and Reg wave as they leave the apartment and as soon as the door closes Clay is standing in front of Finn and Logan who are snuggled together on the couch. Logan was wrapped up in Leoâs favorite blanket that his grandpa made for him before he passed away. It was a woven blanket with an image of Peanut on it. That blanket has seen Leo and Clay in their worst moments.
He was surprised Logan wasnât scared of it given his fear of horses.
âAlright you two, I need to tell you something and it needs to be kept secret from Leo and Reg, if you so much as tell them a peep I will never forgive you. That will make family reunions super awkward.â Finn looks up from his phone where he and Logan were reading the comments on their latest tiktok on their joined account.
âDonât look at me.â Finn raises his hand on surrender and looks at Logan who rolls his eyes annoyed and snatches Finnâs phone away to keep reading the comments.
âI enlisted in the navy-â Clay didnât even get the full sentence out before Logan had thrown the phone down on the cushion next to him and Finn covered his mouth with his hand looking shocked.
âYOU DID WHAT?â
âMama!â Leo hugs Eloise tightly as she drops her bags to hug him back. âHow was the flight?â He squeezes her tightly before noticing her new hearing aid is flashing is three blinks then a pause and three more blinks. âI think your hearing aid is dying. Make sure to charge them when we get home.â She either ignores him or doesnât hear him even though she can normally hear him this close.
âRick was a great pilot as always, even let me bring yâall some moonshine he made. It's watermelon and raspberry!.â Eloise pulls away after one last squeeze and sees Reg and her smile widens. âReg! Iâm so happy youâre here!â She waits for him to open his arms as an invitation to hug him so she knows he is comfortable with her touching him and she does as soon as he opens his arms. Tighter than she did Leo. âHave you been eating well? How about sleeping? Did you ever enroll in college?â
âYes, yes and yes.â Reg canât help but laugh when she picks him up still hugging him and sways him around. He isnât used to this much affection from a mother figure but⊠they love it.
âIâm so proud of you for following your dream.â She pulls away and smiles at him with a sincere smile and brushes his hair back. âYour hair looks nice by the way.â
âThank you.â Reg and Leo help her with her bags and pack them into the truck and drive the short way back to the apartment. Talking about everything and anything. The door man sends a wink Eloiseâs way and she holds up her left hand where her wedding ring is. Letting him know she is taken. Walking up to the apartment they smell an odd smell through the door and everyone shares a look.
âI promise it doesn't normally smell this way unless⊠oh no.â
âWhat does that mean!?â She leans over to Reg to whisper as Leo fiddles with his key in the lock.
âIt means Finn and Logan tried to cook something.â Reg whispers to Eloise as Leo opens the door, Clay was the first to greet them, smiling his million dollar smile he hugs Elosie so tight it surprises her.
âHello Bluebell! I was surprised I didnât see you at the airport. How are you doing sweetheart! Twenty years old today! Youâre all growing up so fast.â She kisses his forehead and they pull apart. âYou look good. Your mother wants you to call her later tonight so she can sing happy birthday.â
âIt's your birthday!â Noelle pipes up and looks at Clay offended. âAnd you didnât tell us!â He cringes before turning to her.
âOh, I guess I forgot.â He walks over to her and kisses her cheek while Eloise puts her hand on her chest from just how cute they are.
âSeems like that should have been the first thing you told us this morning instead of, â I feel like a jellyfishâ.â Thomas laughs a little and kisses both Noelle and Clayâs cheeks. âSo cute.â
âIt slipped my mind!â
âOkay, what is that smell?â Leo leads Eloise towards the kitchen after she is done fawning over how cute those three are. Finn and Logan are suspiciously standing in the way of the countertop right next to the stove. âWhat are you hiding?â
Finn turns bright red and Logan looks anywhere but Leo. Eloise sets her purse on the counter and walks over to them, giving them both kisses on the cheek.
âWhat did you make us?â
âWell⊠we tried to make a cake from your cookbook-â
âIt didnât go very well.â They both move to the side to reveal a lopsided cake with some diluted frosting dripping off and random coconut flakes floating around on it. âCan you at least tell what it is?â Logan casually turned the plate so the âgood sideâ was facing Leo and Eloise.
âUmm⊠not really. Do you mind just telling us?â Eliose was examining the cake, trying to figure out what cinnamon cake she had in her cookbook. None that she can remember.
âSomething called,â Finn walks over to the book and notices Clay and Reg standing to the side with their phones up and probably recording. âDivinity Cake.â The room was suddenly really still and quiet. Eloise looked like she was about to cry and Leo was just staring at the cake in shock.
Then Eloise brokedown in laughter, to the point where she was laughing so hard she was on the ground holding her stomach and crying. Finn and Logan were visibly confused and looked to Leo for an explanation, only to find him trying to conceal his laughter in the crooks of his arm.
âOh my god! What is so funny?â Logan looks at the cookbook and then back at the cake. It looked terrible but they tried their best! They didnât burn the house down at least.
âOh my lovely lovely boys.â Leo wraps an arm around both their shoulders and pulls them in close so they are all cheek to cheek for a moment. âDivinity cake is usually cooked for your in-laws in the south.. To prove you are worthy of being a good wife.â explains through his laughing breaks. âThis is amazing.â
Eloise eventually stands up and dabs her eyes so she doesnât smear her makeup. Pulling the two embarrassed boys into a tight hug. âYâall are so sweet. Thank you for the cake.â She gives them both sloppy kisses on the cheeks and then pats where she just kissed. âAlright Iâm going to put my things in the guest room and then we can cook something up for yâall to eat.â She smiles and takes most of her bags to the guest room but forgets her purse. âFinn, would you be a dear and grab my purse for me?â She calls out and Finn being the sweetheart he is, grabs the bag and tries to take it with him as he walks past.
The bag wonât budge, Leo is watching with a smile on his face and his arms crossed. Finn tugs at the bag again and eventually gets it off the counter, it nearly knocks him over with how heavy it is. He scurried to Eloiseâs room and gave it to her. She holds it like itâs nothing.
He makes his way back over to Leo and sinks into his chest, his face buried in his neck. Logan is still poking the cake, showing off just how gelatinous it is. Clay and Reg are comparing videos that they took and laughing at how they zoomed in on different faces. Sending them to each other.
âIâm sorry we messed up the cake.â Finn looks up at Leo and sees the sweetest little smile, showing his dimples off. Finn has noticed Leoâs tan from the summer is fading and it is making the small scar across his nose more prominent. It was cute.
âHonestly, itâs better than anything else yâall have made. Plus, now Mama can teach you how to make it the right way for the next time she visits.â Leo kisses his eyebrow and wraps his arms around him as Finn pouts even more. Logan eventually makes his way over and rests his head on Leoâs shoulder.
âMaybe it still tastes good?â He closes his eyes and rubs his cheek on Leoâs soft shirt and tough shoulder, massaging his jaw muscles. His arms are crossed.
âWe can try it afte Mama and I make some food, how about yâall pick out what you want so she can put on her mini cooking show.â Leo feels the boys lean off of him and smiles as he watches them pour over each page of the book looking for a meal they want.
âAlright, Iâm ready to cook.â Eloise comes back into the room and gathers everyone so they are sitting on the other side of the counter, unless they are Reg or Leo because they are allowed to help cook. Finn and Noelle have taken the two seats while Clay and Thomas are on either side of them watching and Logan is in between them.
They all watch as Eloise explains what she is doing in hopes it helps them understand and make them want to try and make this on their own. Logan gets in trouble for focusing on Leo instead of what she is teaching and she gives him a smirk.
âYou remind me a lot of Wyatt, you know that? Around the same height too.â She smiles as she fiddles with her ring after she washed her hands to get the rest of the flour off her hands. Leo is watching the food in the oven as he leans against the counter and nods in agreement with her.
âI do?â Logan looks at her a little confused, he sadly never got the chance to meet Wyatt but he always pictured him as more of the strong and silent type who was also tall, giving Leo his extra few inches of height.
âHe was 5â10 and the sweetest man I have ever met, he was goofy and carefree like Finn and always had this hard look in his eyes like you do. Unless he was looking at Leo or I, or in your case Leo. Please donât look at me like that.â Leo snorts and smiles.
âThat would be kinda weird.â He turns his head over his shoulder and smiles at his boys. âWhy donât we tell them some stories about dad? I never really talk about him because⊠well, it still hurts.â Eloise smiles a little sad at her son and gives his arm a comforting squeeze. Her love language.
âWell, he was in the air force.â She notices Clay looking away, Noelle suddenly looks uncomfortable and Thomas looks a little sad. Something was off. âHe and his twin brother Wess joined at the same time, and flew fighter jets together. His brother was shot down and Wyatt made Leo promise to never join. After he came back he vowed to never leave again. He kept his promise.â She smiles at the image of him coming home still fresh in her mind. âHe was in love with music, sometimes I think he loved music more than us. He tried to get Leo to learn how to play instruments but the poor boy is so tone deaf he couldnât figure anything out.â She laughs a little as Leo smiles. âI remember when Leo was being taught the guitar Wyatt would be thrown into laughing fits when Leo would play the wrong chords and smile up at him like he just did something.â
âI thought I did!â Leo laughs a little and turns around to face everyone else. âLook It took me forever to learn rhythm, and now I can dance like there is no tomorrow⊠still canât sing though.â
âAhmen!â Clay pipes up and ducks as Leo throws a spoon at him.
âShut up!â
âWyatt did manage to teach Clay how to play fiddle somehow, do you still play?â Eloise checks the food in the oven and determines it's not done.
âI havenât played since⊠yeah I havenât played in a while.â
âHe was so proud of you. Wyatt was also a sportsman. He loved sports, especially baseball. So when Leo came home and told Wyatt he joined the team, they went out back and played catch for, I donât know, hours.â
âMy arm was sore the next day.â
âHe came to every single game of Leoâs besides one, and was his biggest fan. He made shirts with Leoâs player picture on them and wore them to every game. No matter how many times Leo begged him not to!â The timer goes off and Reg gets the food out of the oven.
âIs this done?â He asks, Eloise comes over to check and nods.
âLooks good! How about we eat?â She smiles and has everyone line up so she can dish it out for them.
Thomas and Noelle are getting ready to leave when Eloise asks Clay to join her outside. He gives them a worried look but follows her. Outside is cold, and there is a bit of snow on the railing of the balcony.
âTalk to me Clayton, something is wrong, I noticed it earlier.â She looks at him and taps her foot as he pulls out a cigarette and lights it. âClayton.â
âI joined the navy, and I havenât told Leo, and I ask that you donât tell him either because he needs to hear this from me.â He is looking out at the traffic below so he doesnât have to watch her face. He knows she is upset with him.
âIs that what you really want to do?â She walks up next to him and joins him in looking at the traffic. Clay has always admired how strong Eloise is, she has been through a hell of a lot and still has this calm and stable energy.
âYes.â
âThen you made the right choice.â She turns and looks at him, smiling in a way that he knows is trying to hide her sadness. She ruffles his hair as he finishes his cig and puts it out on the bottom of his boot. âHave you told Noelle and Thomas?â
âYeah.â He knows his short answers sound hostile but he wants to be away from this conversation.
âThey support you?â She always makes sure he has support, it hurts sometimes. Like he canât just get support himself and he always needs help.
âYes.â She nods and walks back towards the door.
âThen you better spend as much time with them as you can.â She goes inside, leaving Clay to think about everything by himself.
It was dangerous.
He walks back inside and they leave. Noelle turns around from the passenger seat and smirks at Clay. He was in for a fun night.
âIâm off to bed boys, we have a busy day tomorrow!â Elosie kisses her boy's cheeks and walks to her room.
âI like you mom.â Logan says as he tackles Leo to the ground straddling his back with his scented markets in hand. He tugs at Leoâs shirt, he complies and takes it off. Logan has been dying to do this all day.
âI hope not too much!â Leo crosses his arms under his head until Finn sits down next to him and he pulls his thigh so it's underneath Leoâs head. Leo shivers as the cold marker hits his skin and Logan begins coloring.
âWhat other stories do you have about Wyatt?â Finn rubs his fingers over Leoâs short hair that has really grown out over the past month, it was starting to curl at the ends making Leo look sweet.
âHe used to read to me when I was little, then when I was able to read I would read to him until he fell asleep and started snoring.â Leo smiles and Finn can feel it on his leg. âHe was also my coach for little league baseball for a bit and he was great but not everyone liked that he was my dad. Other parents thought I was getting special treatment. Also he would argue with the umpires and get in trouble!â Leo bursts out laughing and Logan gorans.
âLeoooooooooo! Be still!â Leo calms down and lets Logan keep coloring the flowers of his back piece.
âSorry sorry, I just remembered when he got kicked out of a game because an umpire called Clay out when he was safe. It was hilarious. He called the umpire a muppet.â Smiling Leo yawns and blinks a few times.
âYou can fall asleep, we will wake you up and go to bed when Logan finishes.â Finn is scrolling on his phone and is petting Leoâs head as he feels it get heavier with sleep. Finn looks up at Logan after making sure Leo is asleep.
âWe need to tell him we love him.â
âYeah, we do.â They smile at each other and share a peck before going back to what they were doing.
The next morning Finn and Logan wake up with a Leo sized dent in the bed and not Leo. They wander out to the kitchen and get smacked in the face with the smell of blueberry pancakes. They float into the kitchen and smile at the sight. Eloise has her hair in curlers and is in a thick grey robe and Leoâs sweatpants because she doesnât own a pair. Her face is free of makeup and it shows how well she has taken care of her skin over the years. She is flipping a couple of pancakes while Leo sips on some apple juice. Just chatting away about the plan for today.
âOkay so after family skate is the party at Pascal and Celesteâs.â
âI wonât be at family skate dear, I have some work to do today.â She puts the last pancake on a plate, making sure that each plate has two, she takes two plates over to the table while Leo carries the other two.
âMa, you promised me you wouldnât work while you were here.â He sighs and sets the plates down. He sighs and sits down, not noticing the other two people in the room, he starts poking at his pancakes with his cheek on his hand and elbow on the table. Sulking.
âI know sweetheart but these people are someone who your Daddy tried to sell to for years. They plan to get two mares and then I will be at the party. On time. I promise.â She puts the dishes from cooking in the sink and fills the pancake batter bowl with hot water before grabbing her cup of coffee and walking over to sit next to Leo.
Logan and Finn share a look. They shouldnât be listening to this.
âOkay but, just please be there towards the beginning of the party. I want to introduce you to my-... the team.â Leo furrows his brow not understanding why he about called the lions his team, when he doesnât even play hockey.
âI will try my best, Merigold.â She pats his hand and Logan and Finn make their entrance, yawning and stretching as they walk over to the table. âMorning boys.â
âMorning!â Finn smacks a kiss on Leoâs temple as he walks past and Logan does the same, taking their seats and chowing down.
Later that day Eloise was putting her hair in a ponytail as she checked to make sure there were no creases in her uniform. Well, it's not a uniform but what she likes her and Leo to wear when they go to sell.
A black tall-neck turtle neck with long sleeves and tight to the body. Some khaki colored riding pants with tall back socks and brown riding boots. Professional yet comfortable. She was selling to the Malfoy family today, the father is buying these mares for his sons wedding coming up. She is still convinced that they only want their mares because Wyatt is gone, making Knut horses more desirable.
They were in contact with Wyatt for years and were not very nice. She knows she needs to make this sale though. Walking out to the living room to grab her purse she sees Leo moping on the couch by himself. She sighs out of her nose, walking over to him and petting the top of his head.
âI promise I will be there tonight, with moonshine.â She smiles as Leo rolls his eyes.
âI trust you.â Then he stood and gave her good luck and a hug before walking back to his bedroom⊠not the master bedroom. She takes a deep breath and leaves the apartment.
The rink was cold, Leo was bundled up in his new coat, hat and gloves while rocking his normal jeans and boots. His brand new skates were in hand, not broken in so he was wearing two pairs of tall socks just to help against blisters. Clay actually owned a pair of skates and has been skating since he was younger because he has family in Montana that he would visit for the holidays.
Jerk.
Leo was sitting in Finn's stall just trying to stay warm while he watched Noelle tie one of Clayâs skates and Thomas tie the other. Leo had to admit, he was so happy for Clay, seeing him with that sappy smile makes Leo know that heâs okay. He never smiled like that with Ashley.
Logan walks over to him, completely ready to skate and looking good. He was wearing his favorite well worn sweats and Leoâs new thrifted sweater that was dark green, showing off his eyes. He was wearing his normal cap backwards and Leo has always found it funny that Logan will never wear a hat forwards.
âReady to get laced up?â Leo nods and holds out a skate to Logan. âYouâre very quiet right now, are you that cold?â Leo just narrows his eyes and gives a short nod. Logan shows him how to lace up and once his other skate is on he stands up and nearly falls over.
âThis is going to be terrible⊠is there a dentist nearby? I have a tendency to fall teeth first into the ground.â Licking over his chipped tooth absentmindedly he looks around. There were kids running around in skates and jumping into other players arms. He smiles a bit and rests his elbow on Loganâs head who is wear much more worn down skates so Leo is a fucking giant to him. âYouâre the perfect height.â
âYeah yeah, lets watch you try and walk. Then we can find Finn who Iâm guessing is talking to Syd.â Logan helps Leo take a few steps knowing Leo has no balance at all. In skates or not. He has witnessed this name trip over nothing.
âWhose Syd?â Leo starts walking on his own and feels like this isnât so bad.
âMy oldest sister. Aubry is here too. They also play professional hockey. So⊠donât get on their bad sides.â Leo stops walking.
âYou never mentioned your sisters will be here! I thought I was meeting them when we go to visit your parents in a week! Oh boy⊠Do they know about you and Finn?â Leo continues walking after Logan grabs his hand and leads him out of the tunnel.
âYes they know about me and Finn, I told my family first because⊠well my parents love him and my sisters all had a bet so⊠yeah. But they donât know about you because I didnât know if you were ready for that.â Leo stops him before they completely exit the tunnel and presses him up against the wall, kissing him softly.
âThank you.â Leo smiles when Logan does and they pull apart to see they are the last out of the tunnel. Walking out Leo stops in front of the ice. âYo, I donât know if I have enough ego to let me fall face first onto the ice in front of a whole hockey team yet.â
âWhat, you arenât up for the challenge?â Clay skates right up to him, not as seamless as everyone else but still pretty well. He has this challenging look in his eyes and Leo knows exactly what is going to happen. âI knew you werenât good at everything.â Leo launches himself at LCay who skates out of the way just in time for Leo to miss and barely holds himself up as he glides across the ice.
âClay! When I get my hands on you, I swear!â Then he falls flat on his ass and gorans laying down, staring at the ceiling annoyed. This sucks.
Clay is having an absolute field day, Laughing his ass off as he skates up to Leo and helps him stand. Patting his back for a moment and letting Leo get his balance he then pushes him over and skates away.
âCLAYTON!â Leo falls basically into a middle split and it distracts Finn from his conversation with Logan and his sisters, hitting Loganâs chest until he looks over at Leo who is still being taunted by Clay and now Reg.
âI didnât know he could do that.â They share a look and both seem to get ideas around the same time because their faces get all reg and they high five.
âWho is that?â Sydney is readjusting her hat as she looks at Leo. âHeâs a cutie, I wouldnât mind getting a piece of that.â
âAgreed. He is really handsome.â Aubry nods in agreement and Logan is suddenly possessive. He glares at them.
âBack off, heâs mine!â He crosses his arms and turns his attention back to Leo who is now talking to Katie who has made herself at home on his leg. Leo looks like he is trying his best not to shake from how cold he is.
âYou have Finn, let us have our fun.â Aubrey hits his shoulder and skates over to Leo and Katie. âNeed some help?â Katie smiles at her. Leo looks up at her and gives a shy smile because he is embarrassed. Nodding she holds out her hand, Katie grabs his other hand and helps him up. With Katie on one side and Aubry on the other, Leo starts more skating and less falling over.
âAwww they are so cuteeeee.â Sydney smiles at them and hears Logan grumble, looking at them annoyed and Finn is still snorting everytime Leo stumbles. But Finn has this look in his eyes that Sydney has only ever seen him give Logan. She hopes there isnât anything shady going on between those three.
Eventually, Aubry and Leo stake back over to Finn, Logan and Sydeny who are all still chatting on the ice and sipping their hot chocolate that Celeste brought.
âCan I have a sip?â Logan holds up his cup over his shoulder to Leoâs lips, because Leo is behind him, and holds it as he takes a sip. âMm, so yummy. Iâve never really had this before. Hot chocolate?â Leo doesnât really drink warm drinks at all, even the coffee is normally cooled down to where it isnât hot, sometimes iced.
âYou should have Finn make you some, he is really good at it.â Finn kisses Logan's forehead and smiles.
âItâs like the one thing I learned how to make properly. Alex taught me! He is coming to the party later tonight if you want to meet him.â
âIâd love to meet him! Now, Iâve met Aubry. Iâm guessing you are Sydney? Logan talks about you guys sometimes but I donât know a lot.â Leo smiles at her and reaches his hand out to shake hers.
âYou have a southern accentâŠâ Aubry and her share a look.
Logan is definitely not keeping him from them.
#leo knut#logan tremblay#finn o'hara#james potter#thomas walker#Clayton Bruss#o'knutzy#oâknutzy#lumosinlove#sweater weather#coast to coast
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Too Young Too Burn
Mobius x Female Reader
A/N: so my account was deleted lmao and this is a re-upload. this post was originally getting some likes so I decided to repost it, and hopefully this time my stuff doesnât wack out. But for first time readers, this is my first ever fic lol! I was cracked out on nicotine and red bull when I wrote it, so it might be all over the place. alsooooo if any of u like this, I turned on my asks so feel free to request something! Iâll do any Marvel character, male/female/gender neutral, so feel free to ask lol turns out I enjoy writing
Word Count: 2.5kÂ
Triggers: bad language, kinda sort angst, a tragedy ending in suicide, death
It started off as a simple school boy crush.
She was a new member to the office, a new analyst that would train alongside Mobius, nothing was supposed to come of it but a friendly coworker relationship. (The only kind of relationship allowed in the office, the Time Lizards have sticks up their asses.) The first day he met her, she was in a standard TVA uniform, beige slacks and a button up shirt of another drab color. Though when she entered the room, an air of confidence came with her, sweeping him off his feet like something out of a Midgard fairytale. She was introduced to him as [y/n] [y/l], newest to the TVAâs section of analysts, preferring to study dangerous variants, much like himself. He was immediately taken by her attention to detail, he felt her eyes studying him the entire time his bosses boss introduced them to each other.
Her attention to detail, as mentioned before, was brought to his attention when she mentioned his hands fiddling with the hem of his blazer. She noted that he didnât give off a nervous energy, but with the way his hands were going you would have thought that the boss had caught him doing something he wasnât supposed to. As they continued their conversation, more and more was pointed out that he didnât even notice himself; she seemed to be a perfect fit for his team.
Their first day consisted of standard paperwork and the general office tour, Mobius introduced her to his boss, Ravonna Renslayer, as well as a strew of other office members they pasted in the hall that Mobius could remember a name for. Letâs be real, he just rambled on so that he could try to forget how kindly she smiled at him and how her eyes twinkled when talking about the job at hand. He thought if he could get past the first day and the excitement of gaining a new coworker, the odd feeling creeping into his heart would go away.
As the day went on and he got to know his new coworker better, he believed the relationship would grow into an unstoppable workforce bond. As the nice coworker he is and to start this unstoppable force off right, he offered to buy her dinner at a restaurant not far from the office (totally not to hang out with her for a little while longer). The time they spent both at the office and eating dinner, Mobius couldnât quite help but find this new girl fascinating and for lack of a better term, lovely.
But it was just a school boy crush, right?
Time went on, sooner rather than later, Mobius and [y/n] found themselves working together quite often on cases. New cases left and right, most of them being Loki variants, surprise surprise. The more difficult they grew, the more time Mobius spent with the (not so) new girl. Between late nights in the office and many almost death situations, the two found themselves becoming close friends amongst the sea of the neverending bureaucracy. Though still as before, he felt that odd feeling in his heart growing stronger each time she brought him his coffee just the way he liked it or added fuel to his jetski fantasies.
What solidified that feeling in his chest was the night he and [y/n] went on a smaller mission by themselves, July 29th, 1890.
It was a clear night, though somber, both knowing what was supposed to happen. The air was warm and the moon was shining bright over the quiet fields of Auvers-sur-Oise. No, they werenât looking for a variant of Vincent, he did indeed die tragically in this nexus event. No, no, they were looking for the person who burned all of his paintings in a rage, hence throwing off the timeline. Without the paintings, no memory of Van Gogh would be left for the future, and thatâs not how the Time Lizards wanted it to be. So they were there, under the melancholy skies of France.
It was taking longer than planned, they ended up having to spend the night in an old cabin near the edge of the old town. A slow fire burned in the den of the cabin where [y/n] was reading, while Mobius was trying to find some sort of food to keep the two of them from going to bed with their stomachs rumbling. To no avail, there was nothing in the abandoned cabin so he gave in and entered the den of the cabin. There, he was met with the serene and abnormally domestic [y/n] in front of him. Usually the new girl was like a chicken with itâs head cut off; running around the office to put her wild theories to the test or just the general hectic vibe that went along with their job that made her hair stick out on all sides of her head from her running her hands through it in frustration. But this scene sitting quietly in front of him was something he didnât know he wanted in his life. She was sitting on the ancient furniture with a book in her hands, hair down and surrounding her face in a way that made his heart palpitate. She was relaxed for once, not an ounce of stress weighing on her shoulders as she immersed herself in the world of whatever book she found on the old shelves. He could even see that her work shirt was untucked and her shoes were off, showing off her mix matched socks. He didnât even know mix matched socks were a thing, but she pulled them off perfectly.
She looked up when he hadnât said anything for a solid 4 and a half minutes, he was too busy taking in the scene in front of him to notice he was just open mouth staring at her. It didnât bother her really, though silence with Mobius around was quite unheard of, so she filled it.
âSuis-je trop vieux pour alimenter cette passion et la laisser me consumer - ou suis-je encore trop jeune pour savoir quels dommages cela fera?â
âIâm sorry, w-what?â
âAm I too old to throw fuel onto this passion and let it consume me â or am I still too young to know what damage that will do?â She said again, in english this time. She knew he could understand her, everyone in the TVA could speak and understand a multitude of languages. She just wanted to see what his reaction would be when she said it to him. âItâs a quote from this diary. The person who wrote it was in their mid 20s when they did this entry, theyâre writing of their partner. They were in love, but poor and couldnât afford to be married. The writer got an offer to marry into a wealthy family, but they turned it down, hoping for everything to work out in the end.â
The explanation of the words she spoke before hit Mobius a little harder than they should have, the author of the diary was caught between a rock and hard place. Much like he found himself in right now, even if he refused to believe it before tonight. Seeing the domestic life he could have right in front of him made his head spin, his heart hurt, and his love for his job lessen a bit. He was grateful to the Time Lizards for creating him, for giving him the life he has in the TVA, but seeing what life could be like on Earth startled him. He didnât know he wanted it until it was right in front of him, taunting him like a cat chasing a laser light. A life on Earth, with the girl sitting right in front of him; that was all he wanted. Jetski be damned (not really, he would love to have a jetski alongside this lifestyle). Even if he couldnât live a normal life on the Sacred Timeline, he wanted to be with her. After all this time getting to know her and the little details of her soul between official meetings and paperwork piles, he finally realized what that feeling was in this moment.
But he knew it could never happen. Not here, not in the TVA. It simply wasnât allowed. So he swallowed his feelings, but he never forgot that sweet, peaceful night. They talked, laughed, and even cried together that night, both of them tucking that memory in their hearts and reliving it in times when they most missed the feeling they didnât know they could miss.
Again, time passed from that night in France, they did eventually catch the variant and reset the timeline. After, they only grew closer as the late nighter grew later and newer, tougher missions appeared on their radar. Their biggest being the Loki variant killing more and more Minute Men, and the case was beginning to take a turn. They brought in a new Loki variant, one front 2012 just after the attack on New York. He was cunning and a very good liar, but he grew on both Mobius and [y/n]. It wasnât long before they actually found the dangerous Loki variant with 2012 Loki on their side, but he betrayed them and followed the other Loki into the portal, losing both a friend and a lead.
This devastated Mobius, it was his last chance to prove to the Time Lizards that their Loki could be trusted, that he was changing and doing good for the TVA. But heâs a Loki, and they all should have guessed something was going to happen. But they guessed what would happen next.
They found the two variants, out of sheer luck in the Lamentis apocalypse. When both were brought in, it wasn't long before all hell let loose. Mobius found out the TVA was actually just made up of variants, they were all variants, and none of this was what it had been told to them. It was all lies. At first it gutted him, he didnât believe Loki, but after some snooping, he found out they werenât lying. Then, hope sparked in his chest. Life without the TVA meant, eventually, he could live out his domestic dream. With the girl of his dreams, [y/n].
With the (fragile) trust in Loki and hope in his heart for a new life with [y/n], he flew into action. He busted Loki out of the loop he had originally put him in, and swapping his Tempad with Renslayer, he now had the proof that Loki was telling the truth. With this renewed faith in his friend, he was going to expose the truth to everyone. They had a right to know, they had a right to their former memories. They had a right to free will.
Only, he didnât get that far. Suddenly, he and Loki were being escorted to Renslayers office. If thereâs one thing about Mobius, he had good intuition, and the feeling he had in his gut was telling him something was very wrong. Of course Renslayer knew he switched their Tempads, he knew he wouldnât have much time, but it felt like only a matter of minutes before he was caught. He didnât even have time to go find [y/n] and explain to her what was going on, he didnât have time to tell her his feelings, and he knew he was going to get pruned if Renslayer found out before he could spread the truth.
But once he stepped into Renslayerâs office, the feeling in his gut froze, sending goosebumps all over his body.
Not only were he and Loki standing in the middle of her office, but so was [y/n]. She was thrashing against G-17, who had her in a chokehold. The scene made his blood boil, [y/n] had no idea what was going on, she was innocent. The thought of anything happening to her gutted him, he wasnât going to let that happen.
âI uh, I think I grabbed yours by mistake,â he starts out, trying to get out of this smoothly, but he knew Renslayer was going to take that obvious lie, he was no god of mischief. She gave him a cold look that only the devil himself could forge, and ordered D-90 to take the Tempad from him, shaking her head at Mobius in disappointment.
âMobius, whatâs going on?â [y/n] asked, her voice wasnât faltering, but her usually confident demeanor was gone. She was worried, she knew something bad was going to happen, she knew something was going on with the two variants, it just hadnât been disclosed how fucked the situation was. All Mobius wanted to do was take her away from this place and tell her what she meant to him. Before anything could happen to him.
âTell her, Mobius. Tell her how youâve betrayed the TVA and joined forces with the two Loki Variants. Tell her how you betrayed her trust,â Renslayer says with a silver tongue, looking coldly at not only Loki (the usual) but also Mobius, a look heâs never received from her before on any other occasion than a joke. He could feel his time ticking away, he could only stall so much and there was nothing left to stall. All he had was the truth.
âLook, [y/n], theyâre all lying to us. Weâre all variants, all of us, they took us from the Timeline. This place- this place isnât what we think it is.â He says, begging her with his voice to believe him. In all the time theyâve known each other, this is the first time heâs begged her. Though he didnât need to, [y/n] trusted Mobius with her whole being. Time and time again, sheâs saved his ass and he hers. They were bonded in a way she didnât know was humanly possible, she knew he wouldnât lie to her. She felt it in her soul he was telling the truth.
âI believe you.â Her voice was soft, even in this terrifying moment, she still found a way to calm him with a gentle smile even as she was being held by the throat.
But that was all taken away when he saw the pointed end of the pruning stick going through her. A guttural roar that escaped him was animalistic, loud enough that surely the entirety of the TVA heard it. Her body was thrown to the ground by D-90, and it took every Minute Men in the room to hold Mobius back from Renslayer. That was it, his whole future ripped away from him right before his eyes, and he didnât even get to tell her every secret feeling he held for her. No promises of the future they could have together without the TVA. There was nothing left.
He didnât even hear Renslayer telling one of the Minute Men to prune him through his weeping, and before he knew it, a searing pain took over him.
#mobius#mobius x reader#loki#loki Ća#mobius marvel#mobius m mobius#marvel#mcu fanfiction#mcu x reader
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Writing Updates
-So this post isnât gonna be very long, if only because I just finished blocking out everything (Or as much as I can, before the characters flip me the bird and do what they want).
-Just a âHereâs where weâre atâ thing, as much to keep me accountable beyond incomprehensible outline notes, as to entertain people.
(Uh, warnings for spoiler-esque things? Nothing big, though if youâre not done reading through a series, beware)
Sing, O Muse (Of Heroes Once More) (Time travel âverse):
-So this chapterâs looking like it might be a bit shorter than Iâve recently (ha) been putting out? Not for lack of things to do, but how itâs plotted now has a pretty clearly defined endpoint. This may or may not mean I post sooner. Weâll see.
-Basically, itâs got three sections: First one to establish the time jump between Ch. 3 and this one (As well as give Annabeth some grounding), second one to establish our questing trio in her, Clarisse, and Silena--as well as play around with the Golden Fleece quest a bit--, and the third one is. . .well.
-One word: Reyna.
-Itâs also Annabethâs POV, which is fun. Her feelings about Percy are complicated, though, fucking hell. Not that I blame the girl.
-Silena was not convinced to turn spy by Luke, for obvious reasons. Doesnât stop her from having complicated feelings with the whole building war thing, and sheâs difficult to nail down.
-I know thereâs not a lot of Leo mentioned here, especially after his dramatic entrance last chapter, but I swear heâs relevant and important, itâs just not something directly connected to Annabethâs plotline right now.
-Context-less Snippet: âHowâs the ship, Captain Chase? Â Crew still loyal enough and dead enough for you?â
-What Iâm currently listening to for this chapter, because I can and should inflict my questionable music tastes on everyone: âAvalancheâ (Thomas Bergersen)
The One Where Percy is a Magician of Questionable Competence (Magician!Percy âverse):
-Some days, I really regret naming this universe what I did in the name of validating my own cleverness. Mostly when I have to type it out again
-Anyway. This is the Training MontageTM chapter where Percy learns how to use a sword. As well as the one where Percy begins to unlock Annabethâs Tragic BackstoryTM.
-But thatâs after Amos, Carter, and Zia show up ready to kick ass and take names, only to find a sleep-deprived Sadie and Percy sharing looks and going, â. . .knew we forgot something.â
-Also a three section chapter. The first one consists of Brooklyn House being chaotic idiots because I love them--with a side of Percy lying/having an identity-crisis, plus a healthy dose of angst on the Amos front--the second one is the Nico update.
-Heâs not having a great time, guys
-This is the last bit before the time jump, Kronos is an asshole, and Setne is the worst.
-But Nicoâs still calling him Uncle Vinnie which is funny, at least.
-Anyway Nico âjoinsâ the Titans. Iâm not sure if it really counts when youâre a traumatized, grieving child with an evil ghost promising you your dead sister back/a Titan is threatening to destroy you, but there you go.
-Then itâs a time jump, so we can see Percy getting his ass handed to him by Clarisse a month later.
-*jazz hands* Training Montage!
-So Percyâs having a marginally better time at camp. Annabethâs still half-convinced she should kill him, but she also likes him against her will, so thatâs a net win, in Percyâs book.
-Oh yeah, thereâs also Tragic Backstory unlocking, which is made more interesting by the whole âThe Greeks got the shit beaten out of themâ thing Iâve got going on in this âverse.
-Context-less bit:
âSo. You are to be the child of the prophecy?â Nico di Angelo stared up at Kronos and back at Vinnie, who gave him a grin and thumbs-up.
-Yes, theyâre literally that one How To Train Your Dragon meme, no, I donât have regrets
-Music to be inflicted upon you all for this chapter: Child and the Guardian Angel (Peter Roe)
-This round of writingâs going to be fun, because this is where the next part of the story truly kicks into high gear.
#ryn's writing updates#i am BACK on my bullshit fuck yeah#anyway#Sing O Muse 'verse#magician! percy 'verse#stick together and navigate the storm#the deepest secret and the stars apart#pjo#pjo fanfic#percy jackson#nico di angelo#annabeth chase#percy jackson and the olympians#reyna avila ramirez arellano#writing#fanfiction#fanfic
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Hey! I hate to ask this, you already do so much for us! But would you mind just a tiny recap of Vlamisâ live from last night? You donât have to go into a ton of detail or anything, I just saw that it was a half hour long. I have a weird anxiety thing that keeps me from watching lives and stories for the most. Still havenât even been able to work myself up to watching the vlamburn one as much as Iâd love to! đ
Either way, thank you for everything!
Okay, nonnie. I went and watched the whole thing again and wrote you a detailed account of whatâs been said. Iâll link the live again, then you can watch here if you want to. Or not. Up to you. đ€ Hope this helps. đ
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Brushing his teeth and flossing for 3 minutes while talking.
800 new follower lately âwhere have you been before?â
âDo you do anything to your hair at night?â He adds Moroccan hair oil in the morning, nothing at night.
âWhatâs your favorite of the drop?â He hasnât seen everything from the drop (like the COSMIC tie-dye) bc heâs in Santa Fe. He loves the COSMIC and MALEX embroidered things (âso subtleâ) bc they are in Vlamburnâs handwriting, he loves the Manesqueeze shirt bc you can make Alex and Michael kiss by putting your wrists together. He *loves* the candle (thereâs one burning on his bedside table), the silky PJs are great, but he canât decide on just one favorite thing.
âHowâs Jesaâs sanity?â She needs like 3 weeks of sleep. He explains, that while we *are* the Vlambase, the Vlambase merch companyâs just Jesa and Vlamis. Jesa has a team, but all the day-to-day things, ideas, emails/customer service (Jesa), the newsletter (Vlamis). They hadnât collaborated with anyone before Tyler, so working with him was a new experience.Â
One fan mentions how they wanted to buy stuff but couldnât. Vlamis says that heâs been there, and when he wanted something in the past he couldnât afford, he started putting away a Dollar a day.Â
âThought on One Direction?â Vlamis is a Harry Styles guy. âHarry Stylesâ swagger is next level!â
âWhat do you think about Russia? Will Vlambase merch be available here?â Talks a bit about how annoying things are with shipping companies, says they wanted to protect themselves for the holidays, and now that the Christmas rush is over, some shipping options have become available again.Â
âWho came up with MANESQUEEZEâ He ponders about it, and settles on Jesa. It was Vlamisâs ides to put tiny Alex and tiny Michael on the sleeves so that they can kiss tho. And Tyler came up with the idea to put a âtoupeeâ on his head (in a previous drop, the NEVER LOOK AWAY design had tiny Alex and tiny Michael on the sleeves, but poor Alex was bald) for the design.
Someone got a MALEX pin and the candle. He knows the pin sold out fast, and he feels bad about that. They want everyone to get everything they want, but itâs difficult to make proper calculations how well an item will sell. The pandemic made things even harder. Like the PJ sets. Normally, they would wait until the sale ends and see how many sets were actually ordered, but during the pandemic, stock listings have been changing dramatically from day to day, so they had to pre-order the PJs and robes to make sure they had a certain number at their disposal. He said that they âovershotâ on a couple of things, but ultimately sales have been great, and he appreciates that.
âIâm excited to make the MANESQUEEZE doodles kiss bc I do that with the NEVER LOOK AWAY shirtâ Vlamis jumps up and shows his closet thatâs full of Vlambase merch items.
âWhy am I here, itâs almost 3amâ He mentions that heâs been staying up until 4 in the past couple of days, but he has to be on set in 7 or 8 hours.Â
âHello, just wanted to let you know that I got a tattoo for youâ Vlamis asks for a photo and to be tagged.
âKyle the packer [Vlamisâs roomie KA, who works in the warehouse when a new drop is ready for shipping]â Vlamis says theyâre working him to death.
âPlease save this liveâ He doesnât know whether heâll save it. Thinks the one with Tyler was important, but since itâs just him, he doesnât think itâs important.
âI followed Jesa, Jesa is the real MVPâ Vlamis says that Jesa is âa beast, and best in the gameâ. Quickly explains who Jesa is, and that sheâs his partner in the Vlambase merch company. He mentions that she recently called him with an idea for Valentineâs Day, and he was like âJesa, we need to relax!â But she loved the idea. Sheâs a big fan of RNM and the characters (and Tyler). âJesaâs amazing.â
âWhat about new Soli art [Soliâs the artist who created the Boys Will Be Boys art for a previous drop]?â Vlamis smiles. âWhat about new Soli art. I like that idea. đâ
âYour house [in New Mexico] is so cute.â Vlamis says thank you and shows the ceiling of the house (which he likes best). âSanta Fe is dope!â
âI adore your teethâ *shows his teeth* Says he had to wear braces (some even adjustable)
âI couldâve used my birthday money to buy something but I forgotâ đ€š << Vlamisâs face. âHow you you forget, man?â
âBack to Twitter after this liveâ He mentions that heâd just been on Twitter before the live.
He got retweeted by Mountain Dew and loves it.
âIâm from Australia and hope my merch arrives before winterâ Vlamis says he hopes shipping will be fast.Â
âLove the Valentinesâ Theyâre not actually Valentines, hence theyâre âLove Notesâ. Vlamis considers doing them not just around Valentineâs Day.Â
âYou catch any of the CW shows returning this month?â âMight have toâ But he knows what heâll be catching on the 12th. âProdigal Son, baby!â
âWhere did you get the Game Boys?â Those are his Game Boys. He has a Game Boy Advanced and a Game Boy Color.Â
âHow do you feel about Forlex?â *scoffs* đ âYeahâÂ
âSo excited for the robe!â Vlamis gets excited. âThe robes and the PJs are so comfy!â Talks about how itâs a bit weird, bc they donât make them themselves.
Several people mention that their closet looks like his closet bc of all the merch and he loves that.Â
âHow do you feel about Forlexâ *gets agitated* âWhy are you asking me this? Donât do that to me, alright?â *softer* âDonât do that.â
âHow are you doing?â Heâs doing very well. Very relieved that eh sale went well. This drop was like 3-4 months of work, the night before the sale felt like an entire month, too. Jesa and Vlamis Facetimed for more than 5hrs. They set up the website, and thatâs how the glitch with the GIVE ME MALEX OR GIVE ME DEATH shirts and poster happened. They made a mistake and only noticed after the website went live.Â
âDo you know when S3 will air?â No, he thought it mightâve been sooner, but apparently not.
âI love your poetry from the last drop so why no poems this time?â He writes poems when heâs inspired, he hasnât written a poem in a while. Heâs currently preparing to direct his first movie in June 2021, and heâs been very focused on that.Â
âThe Meet & Greet day changed.â Filming schedule changed bc they had snow, the scheduleâs changing constantly. Heâll be set all day tomorrow (well, today, Jan 11) from 8am until 8 or 9pm. Sometimes they might even wake up in the morning and learn that the scheduleâs been changed.Â
 âYou could talk about nothing and weâd still watch.â He doesnât want to talk about nothing, wonders if anyone has any questions about the sale.
âIâm so excited about the robe. I was going to buy more but Iâm broke.â He says we should be responsible.
Someoneâs still waiting about their Black Friday stuff, but he says itâs the shipping company, not them.Â
âVlamentines" He *loves* that, thinks itâs a good pun.Â
âGotta support Aurora.â Always. đ„°
âJealous Guerin in S3?â Youâll see, youâll see.
âI placed 3 orders, last one last night. Give me Malex or give me death.â He loves it. He also mentions, that theyâre working hard on figuring out how to combine orders in the future so people donât have to pay for shipping several times. They just canât do that logistically at the moment.Â
âReal talk, how often do you check your DMs?â He says, that some people mightâve noticed that he occasionally likes random photos on peopleâs IG pages. When that happens, itâs a sign that he read someoneâs DM. He feels bad when he checks his mentions with a delay, and peopleâs stories have already vanished after 24hours. He sometimes doesnât get to checking DMs for a week.
âWill we ever get the original pic of the kiss recreation?â *smiles* *waggles his eyebrows* âMaybe in the morningâ
âSo happy the Trevor Project was chosen for this merch drop!â Heâs very happy, too. According to him, it was a no-brainer. Tylerâs worked with them in the past, so it made even more sense. They wanted to make sure that Tyler felt very strongly about wherever theyâd be donating.Â
People urge him to go to sleep. âYou want me to go to bed?âÂ
âWhy is your merch not available in India?â *deep breath* âIt should be, itâs ridiculous. Unbelievable.â
âYour poetry was awesome.â He appreciates the praise and promises to write some more poetry.Â
Someone asks whether the movie heâll be directing in June will be a comedy, but he says itâs the opposite. Heâs mentioned in the past that Aurora and him will both act in the movie, but apparently he forgot about that. He doesnât want to jinx the movie and doesnât know how much he should reveal just yet. Talks a bit about 5 Years Apart.Â
Someone mentions that itâs Jeanineâs birthday on January 14th.Â
âDo (or don?) a face mask, Vlamis.â He refuses. Mentions his friend and roommate Spencer Waldner, who makes face masks.
âIf thereâs leftover merch, will you do another sale?â He says that most things are actually sold out bc they use Blank Cloâs blanks and will only make whatâs been ordered. They might try to restock some pins tho, bc they went so quickly.Â
âUSPS are a jokeâ He defends them. âTheyâre a public service, theyâre trying hard, guys.â
âYou should do a Vlambase drop with the Real Vlamis [a.k.a. Jeanie]â Heâs excited and thinks itâs a good idea and asks if anyoneâd be interested.Â
Someone congratulates him on directing his first movie. He points out that heâs directed before (Making It, a 3-part web series, itâs on YouTube).
 âWould you ever come to Australia Comic Con?â Heâd love to. Mentions that heâs supposed to be in Paris in May for a convention, but heâs not sure whether thatâs gonna happen considering how things are currently going with the pandemic.Â
Some more talk about 5 Years Apart.
Circles back to doing a merch drop with Jeanine. People like the idea.Â
âPlease save this live.â After an IG update, things have changed and he doesnât know how to do it. In the past he had the option to save it [for 24hrs], now he can only upload it to IGTV.Â
â$30 shipping to Australia hurts my soul but I did it anyway.â He appreciates that and mentions, that he lived in Australia for 6 months in the past.
âSing some Bright Eyesâ He thinks his singing would hurt peopleâs ears.Â
Jesa Joy pops up in the chat and urges him to go to bed.Â
âJesa is yelling at you.â Vlamis says that Jesaâs a âyellerâ, and that she has a tattoo that says âDonât yell thoâ. He admits that Jesa often yells for a good reason. âI need to be yelled at sometimes.â
Someone asks him to accept a request to join his live. He says heâs pretty tired.Â
He says hello to someone from Germany (not me btw :P) âWhatâs up, Germany âïžâÂ
More people ask him to sing, but he says he cannot sing. He says itâs not like a joke or him being modest, he straight up canât sing and is a horrible singer.Â
âWill there be a sequel to 5 Years Apart?â Maybe a sequel called â10 Years Apartâ (heâs joking and visibly tired)
âShould I buy anything before the sale ends?â Yes.
Jesa Joyâs from Michigan, and Vlamisâs grandmaâs from Middlesborough, Kentucky.
âIs Tyler singing again?â He doesnât know. âI hope so. Love that kidâs voiceâ (Tylerâs 3.5 years older than Vlamis :P)
Heâs getting sleepy and will read a little bit before bed. Considers drinking some Mountain Dew.Â
âDo you take design ideas.â Sure. Sometimes he sees design ideas from people theyâve been working on for months, but heâs gonna âstealâ an idea from someone, heâll tell them. Heâll steal it, though.Â
âAre you still reading SAGA?â He read the first one and is half-way through the second. Heâs currently reading a book called âMy First Movieâ by Stephen Lowenstein. âHow clichĂ©.â Aurora got it for him.
Purple Skittles are his favorite. Purple everything.
âYour girlfriendâs the best girlfriend.â She is, she really is.
Asks Jesa Joy whether he should go to bed now.Even though itâs late, heâs hungry. Considers eating something. People tell him to go to bed.
He asks âShould I get naked and put on the PJs?â *waggles eyebrows* âIâM KIDDING, YOUâRE SICK. YOUâRE ALL DISGUSTING.â xD
âDonât eat!â He laughs.
Says goodbye and says that Jesaâs posted a surprise picture.Â
âAny advice for aspiring actors?â Tells them to make their own stuff bc no oneâs gonna hire them. (Heâs being sarcastic). âItâs dark, but itâs what you need to hear.â
âOkay, love you guys. Thank you again! It was our best sale yet. Means a lot to me. Means a lot to Tyler. Us doing so well might mean that Tyler will work with us again. So I really appreciate it. Okay, I love you all.â
Jesa promises to post the pic in 4 minutes. Heâs excited. âSee, I got her to do it! The picture is kind of ridiculous.â
*pretends to take off his shirt, stops halfway through* âNoooooo, noooooo, noooooo!â
*throws kiss* âLove you guys, good night.â
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Forever Is A Long, Long Time
Pairings: Romantic Logicality
Verse: An Unlikely Suspect (Among Us AU)
TWs: Makeout mention, implied sexual activities, theyâre really soft honestly..
Summary: Patton and Logan have been dating for a couple years now, but with only a month til their next voyage on the Skeld, and Logan working overtime to be the best Captain the crew could ask for, they rarely get some alone time. Luckily, Patton has the perfect idea...
(Recommended music: I Wouldnât Mind by He Is We)
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One Month before the Skeld Departs:Â
Patton excitedly made his way along the corridors of MIRA HQ to reach the cafeteria; heâd been stuck in the greenhouse all morning and early afternoon tending to the needs of the plants and their development cycles, but finally he could spend time with his boyfriend. Logan had been working so tirelessly, Patton couldnât help but admire his passion and drive.Â
After all, the Skeldâs next captain needed to be someone the crew could feel safest with after all. Not that Patton ever believed his boyfriend was incapable, if anything, he believed Logan was already more than qualified for the job. The crew echoed the sentiment as well. But Logan seemed determined to keep working himself into the ground at this rate.
Patton had decided to fix that.
In his backpack rested lunch for the two of them, made ahead of time to spare them the long wait in line, the cyan-clad crewmate merrily continuing his trek to the cafeteria until he could see that familiar silhouette approaching the intersection of the threeway corridor.
âLogan!â, Patton beamed cheerfully, his radiance only matched as Logan turned toward the voice of his beloved. Once they were within touching distance, Logan was more than welcome for the embrace Patton offered.
âGreetings Patton,â, he chuckled, clearly already exhausted, âI apologise for not dropping by sooner-â
âDonât you go over-working that noggin of yours any more, Logan! Youâve been working hard, so I wanted to surprise you with a homemade lunch!â, he opened his backpack and pulled out the lunchbox heâd prepared when Logan stopped him gently. His hand softly caressed Pattonâs, âThat sounds wonderful Patton, but I would sooner enjoy it⊠well⊠with just the two of us?â, he gestured to the rather full canteen with a quick nod of his head.
Pat noted the red tint cradling Loganâs cheeks, standing out against the collar of his dark blue uniform. Equally flustered by the thought of spending some one on one time with his boyfriend, Patton agreed, âOf-! Of course!! Where um, would you like to-â
âWe may do so in my cabin-â, Logan offered, making sure to clarify, âSimply for convenience! I mean, we have work we must be on call for-â
Oh my god, how could someone so tall and handsome look so adorably flustered in an instant?Â
Patton giggled, âItâs fine, Logan, lead the way!â
The trip through the halls brimmed with mirth and starlight; Pattonâs puns - while Logan maintained they were still awful - never ceased to wrench a fond sigh and a smile from his boyfriend. Once they were comfy in Loganâs cabin, Patton carefully opened up the lunch box to present an array of home cooked goodies; a tub of pasta each, and some mini berry tarts made specially with Crofters Jam. The latter made Loganâs eyes glisten in a way Patton hadnât seen since their last trip to Earth.
âStarlight,â, Patton nearly melted at the love in Loganâs tone, âWhere did you get this? We havenât been authorised for any recent excursions back to Earth...â
Patton grinned cheekily, âI miiiight have specially asked Remy to get his buddies at the Earth station to beam over some~!â
Logan gasped, âPatton! You know full well-â
âI know, âall snacks and supplies must be given a month in advance to be checked overâ, but I always follow protocol every other time Iâm manning the loading bay! One little stowaway isnât gonna get me in trouble. Besides, I wanted to make this really special before your debut as our new Captain!â
A tenseness found its way up Loganâs spine, going easily noticed by Patton. His smile softened into a gentle concern, â....Youâre ready, Sunshine. I know it.â An easiness settled on Loganâs shoulders at the nickname, prompting Patton to continue, âItâs scary being in charge, I really, really donât blame you for being anxious about it, but if anyone can keep us safe, itâs you, Logan.â
Gracefully, Patton softly picked up a blackcurrant tart, softly holding it for Logan to take a bite, earning a flush of rosy pink across the taller manâs cheeks.
âHeck, I trust you with my life, now and forever, Sunshine.â
Logan gave a small huff, but his smile was unwavering as he took a bite of the tart. The delicious homemade filling was nearly as sweet and filling as the love and support Patton offered so readily.
âForever is a long, long time, Starlight. But I agree.â, he licked his lips, âYour baking never ceases to amaze me, itâs delicious.â
âWell then, I suppose I should try it-â
âAbsolutely.â
Without missing a beat, Logan softly set the treat aside and brought Patton in for a kiss. Soft and slow though that changed with a gentle licking of Pattonâs lower lip. All of a sudden, the cyan crewmate could taste the berry flavour lingering on Loganâs tongue, letting himself be pulled into Loganâs lap. Their kisses always ended up this way; deep, romantic, full of longing, a scream of âI love youâ in every second that melted away.Â
Patton let out a small gasp as Logan broke their kiss to trail his lips down Pattonâs neck, âLogaaaan⊠I thought you said-â
âChange of plan.â, he murmured against Pattonâs neck, âTurns out I would rather die than be without you for too long.â
He joked, softly meeting Pattonâs flushed gaze, âBesides, I am the Captain now, I believe I am allowed to bend the rules a littleâŠâ
Patton had no intention of arguing. It wasnât how heâd planned their time together to go, but hey, the ring in his pocket would just have to wait a little while longerâŠ.
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Part 1 of the An Unlikely Suspect pairing snippets!!
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Itâs so fluffy I almost forgot this canonically happens a month before the events of An Unlikely Suspect and OOF is that a punch to the gut. .... did I still add in a bunch of details that will make you all want to pry off my kneecaps with a spoon? Absolutely.
Hereâs the original fic for those who havenât read it yet! (do heed the tags! and there is a sequel in the works!)
Taglist: @somehow-i-got-an-account  @cateye-glasses  @fandomsofrandom @patton-cake @does-this-look-logicality-to-you @justalittlecorrupted @irritating-lady-knight @katlikethesword
#logicality#logan sanders#patton sanders#sanders sides#sanders sides fanfiction#sanders sides fanfic#among us au#an unlikely suspect au#i wouldn't mind#patton#logan#this is just really fluffy#mostly i mean theres a makeout and some implied but ssssh#forever is a long long time#my fics
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Prompt #3 was so good!! can you please do a part 2? I love your writingđđ
Thank you!! And thanks for requesting it, I was meaning to write a part 2 and totally forgot đ„Ž
Iâve also renamed the series âcome back to meâ
Summary: Kylo isnât ready to let you go, heâs willing to do anything to bring you back from the brink.
Word count: 2218
Warnings: probably terrible use of medical dialect by me, lost of angst, mentions mental health/trauma, mentions death
PART ONE
MASTERLIST
Come back to me II
It had been a month, and Kylo still felt numb.
He still visited you every day, but there was always that impending sense of doom lurking around you like a dark shroud. Â It was just a matter of time before one of the doctors became brave enough to tell their Supreme Leader the harsh truth.
The truth that his wife had been in a coma for a month, that he had sourced the greatest medical professionals in the galaxy and even they couldn't draw you back to consciousness. Â You had sustained extensive injuries, and that was before the malnutrition and presumed mental trauma had been taken into account.
Eventually somebody had to speak up. Â The medical staff had spent a long time arguing over whose responsibility it was to tell Kylo that he needed to start thinking about letting you go, and eventually they decided to approach him as a pack... after all, the saying was 'safety in numbers.'
When the Chief Medical Officer had given him his two options: let you go, or keep you alive on the basis that you might never wake up, he had said that only by giving your body a chance to sustain itself would you possibly awake; although the chances were extremely slim. Â Kylo had simply ordered them all out of the room in an angry fit.
He wanted to demolish the walls with his Saber, but you were laying there so peacefully, he couldn't bring himself to do it. Â You had been the source of all of his happiness for so long now, he had no idea how to cope without you - in short, he wasn't coping without you. Â He was becoming more and more destructive by the day, especially where the pirates who kidnapped you in the first place were concerned. Â He was ruthlessly hunting them down across the the galaxy, following up every lead, every rumour, no stone was left unturned when it came to your captors. Â If he couldn't have you, he would at least have their blood as compensation.
Part of his destructive nature was stemming from his own guilt. Â If he had just gotten to you sooner, perhaps he would have caught you in time for the medical team to save you. Â But he hadn't made it fast enough, in fact the doctors had said that it was a miracle in itself that you had survived, even if you were comatose. Â On paper, you should have been dead, but your sheer will to live had kept you going.
Kylo sat by your bedside, and clutched his head in his hands as he tried to process his frustration. Â He wondered what you were dreaming about - one of the doctors he had brought in from Coruscant had told him that your brain was still active, and that you were able to dream, as well as possibly register things that were going on around you.
He just hoped that you were dreaming of happier times together, like when you had taken a trip away to Bespin together. Â Just the two of you, pretending that you could have a life outside of the First Order, although naturally the Supreme Leader and his wife were two very recognisable faces. Â Nevertheless, you had never felt so at peace in one another's company.
You strangely looked at peace now, Kylo thought. Â Your features were relaxed and soft, and for what it was worth you were looking in much better health than you had when he and the Knights had brought you back from Bor.
"Please don't let those animals be your finals thoughts, my love." Â He quietly urged you. Â If you could subconsciously register what was going on around you, he knew you would hear his voice. Â "You deserve the galaxy, and I promised I would give it to you. Â I'm just sorry I let you down." Â Emotion now filled his voice, and he prayed that nobody would come in and see him in such a vulnerable state. Â "I will hunt them down and avenge you, that's a promise I can keep."
He knew you better than anyone, and he knew that if you had your way you would be hunting down your kidnappers and getting revenge singlehandedly. Â He owed it to you to find them, either that or he was just trying to rectify his own mistakes.
"D-don't blame yourself."
Your final words still haunted him, he heard them every day. Â How could he not blame himself? Â He could have done so much more, or even better, he could have stopped you from pursuing that distress beacon in the first place.
Another day passed, and he once again found himself sat at your bedside. Â Even Kylo had to admit that he couldn't do this forever, it wasn't fair on either of you.
"If you stop supporting her, what happens?" Â He asked the Chief Medical Officer, his eyes not leaving your face.
"Her body has to either sustain itself, or it will fail. Â But Supreme Leader, you must know that the chances of her surviving are extremely low. Â In fact, I would say near impossible." Â He didn't want to get Kylo's hopes up, he understood that. Â But Kylo believed that your will to survive had brought you this far, and he wasn't ready to give up on you yet.
"Do it." Â He quietly said, every muscle in his body screaming at him to do something to stop this, but he knew it was necessary. Â If he lost you, he would never recover, but perhaps this could be the spark you needed to finally wake up and come back to him. Â Either way, he couldn't allow you to live out the rest of your days unconscious in the med-bay.
A team were gathered, ready to deal with any possible eventuality. Â They had tried to suggest that the Supreme Leader leaves the room, but Kylo was adamant on staying, because the second you were close to consciousness he would have something they didn't - the Force.
Despite you not being Force sensitive, he could sense your presence from a mile away, and he always knew how you were feeling. Â It was now his last lifeline to you, if he felt even a spark of life come from you then he wouldn't dare give up on trying to save you.
It all happened so fast, the machines were cut, the only thing left active being you heart rate monitor. Â The steady beeping immediately began to rise, up and up until it was dangerously high, then suddenly it flatlined.
"She's going into cardiac arrest." Â The Chief Medical Officer exclaimed, the team sweeping into action to try and save you.
He couldn't get a look in, the sea of bodies surrounding you had his own heart rate rising. Â Could he have just made a terrible mistake and lost you for good?
When the medical officers stepped back, the only sound filling the room was the monotone beep that symbolised your heart rate.
"I'm sorry Supreme Leader." Â The Chief Medical Officer spoke quietly, "we'll give you some time."
When everyone else left the room, tears were already uncontrollably pooling in the corners of his eyes. Â His whole world was shattering before him.
He wasted no time in moving to your bedside and gently taking one of your hands to hold in both of his.
"This can't be it, I can't have failed you again." Â He whispered, bringing your hand to his lips to press a soft kiss to them. Â Your hand was still warm, and he couldn't believe he had come so close and still failed to save you.
"Please-" he begged, unsure as to who he was even speaking to now, "please don't take her from me." Â His voice cracked as the weight of losing you finally hit him like a tonne of bricks.
As if the Force had heard his pleas it called to him, and he listened. Â It drew him towards you, but he wondered what the point was - it was too late now... Â But then he felt it, tiny, almost non-existent, but it was there.
The smallest flicker of life remained in you, your will to survive still fighting, but quickly fading. Â He knew he had to at least try and pull you back.
His hands ever-so-gently released yours, placing it back by your side in favour of placing one of his hands on your chest. Â He dug deep, deep enough until he could reach that tiny flicker of life within you and he started to pass his energy to you.
Kylo felt himself becoming physically and mentally drained as he passed almost everything he had into you, but when he heard intermittent beeps coming from the heart-rate monitor he knew that he had to push through.
His hand was then met by yours, warm, gentle, alive. Â Your eyes fluttered open next, your pupils taking a moment to adjust to the harsh light in the room. Â Usually when people awoke from comas, it would take them weeks, months even, to recover. Â But you felt reinvigorated, as if you were ready to jump up at a moment's notice and undertake a mission. Â Whatever Kylo had done hadn't just brought you back to consciousness, it had brought you back to almost full health.
Satisfied that you were alive, and unable to physically give you anyone, Kylo stopped and collapsed to the ground, his breathing laboured as he tried to regain his strength.
"Kylo-" you tried to speak, but your voice manifested as a mere croak, barely audible. Â Your throat was so dry, you were starving hungry, your limbs were aching, but all you could think about was your husband. Â He had just saved your life.
"Supreme Leader-" assuming he was about to walk in on a grieving Kylo Ren, the Chief Medical Officer's expression was truly one of shock when he saw the scene before him.
Kylo hunched over on the floor, trying his best to remain conscious after giving up almost his entire life-force to his wife, who was now alive... Â You were trying your best to sit up, but struggling due to your limbs being out of practise, and all of the machinery you were wired up and attached to.
"I need a full team in here, now!" Â Was all he could think to yell, and immediately he had doctors and nurses arriving in the room behind, each and every one of them looking just as shocked at the scene before them.
As the Force began to catch up with Kylo and fill his veins once again, he was able to pull himself back to his feet, although he still looked like he could collapse at any given moment. Â Nevertheless he shoved everyone aside, paying them no mind whilst they tried to read your vitals and work out how in the galaxy you were alive and well suddenly. Â He moved to your bedside and cupped your face in his hands.
"You're really here?" Â He quietly asked, part of him thinking that he was dreaming right now.
"Yeah, I'm really here." Â You whispered back, your voice beginning to sound more recognisable as you now.
He didn't say anything else, he just pulled you close to him and momentarily buried his face in your neck. Â He usually refused to show such vulnerability when you were around people, but he was beyond caring about that right now.
You could feel his tears dampening your skin, and your hands gently weaved through his hair, soothingly stroking his dark locks to remind him that you really were there. Â Had you not been so dehydrated, you probably would have also been crying - but in your current state you weren't physically capable of it.
When he became aware of your need for medical attention, he reluctantly pulled back and pressed a lingering kiss to your forehead before withdrawing to allow the medical staff to do their work.
He stayed by your side for hours, until eventually you insisted on leaving and going back to your quarters. Â Some things never changed, and Kylo knew that whenever you were in the med-bay for one reason or another you were always keen to leave as soon as possible.
The Chief Medical Officer agreed to your release, but only on the basis that a medical droid be present in your quarters to take your vitals hourly and see to it that you undertake a good diet and stay hydrated.  They were also concerned about your mental wellbeing, although  everything was seemingly fine, you were overwhelmed and it was more than likely that the aftermath of everything you had been through hadn't hit you yet.
That night you and Kylo didn't say much to each other. Â You had been somewhat aware whilst you were comatose, and you knew just how much pain he had been in without you. Â You had bathed, dressed, and simply laid in bed together with him holding you in his arms.
The last time he had properly held you, you had been on the brink of death after days of relentless torture. Â He had started to accept that he would never hold you again, and it felt surreal that you were here in his arms.
There were so many issues he had to iron out, including brining your captors to justice, but for now you were the only thing on his mind. Â He never wanted to let you go.
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AEWâs Darby Allin Problem
All Iâve heard for weeks is the hype over CM Punkâs debut on the 8/20/21 edition of Rampage.  I was looking forward to it, although I kept my expectations low, because I didnât know how long this relationship would last.  Also, unlike the entire population of Chicago, I learned to move on after he left WWE in 2014.Â
But I respected the hell out of him for leaving WWE, and I liked his stuff from 2011 to 2014, so it was nice to see him come back on his own terms.  And Chicago is practically a second home to AEW, so itâs nice to see AEW create this special moment for the Chicago crowd. Itâs like watching a stranger propose on the sidewalk.  You donât have to know the couple to get invested in it. And Punk looked great, like he forgot to age these past seven years, so yeah, this was a feel good moment. Â
Except that I knew he was gonna bring up Darby Allin, and as soon as he did it just sucked the fun out of the whole thing. Â
Letâs get this out of the way.   During the #speakingout movement last year, a lot of prominent wrestlers got called out for abusive behavior.   One of these was Darby Allin, but he never faced any serious consequences.  I believe this stems from the fact that his accuser, Hawlee Cromwell, didnât mention him by name. Iâll put screenshots of her tweets below a cut, in case itâs too upsetting, but suffice to say she was in a relationship with another wrestler in 2016-17, and he emotionally abused her. He threatened to leave her if she didnât have sex with him, and this is rape.  Â
On June 18, 2020, Cromwell didnât name any names, because she didnât feel comfortable doing so.  At least some people must have figured out it was Darby Allin, but I think most people had no idea who she was or who she was dating at the time, so they saw Darby mentioned in these callout lists and decided it had to be a case of mistaken identity.  I know I was confused at the time, because whenever anyone talked about the allegations against Darby, they would point to an accusation which... made no mention of his name. So it was impossible for most people to connect the dots.Â
Perhaps because of this, Cromwell clarified her accusation on August 6, 2021:
No plausible deniability here, either you believe Hawlee Cromwell or you donât, but sheâs definitely talking about Darby Allin. Iâm not trying to tell fans how to respond to this. Iâm not trying to suck the fun out of the CM Punk return, but I do want to put the facts out there, because I spent a few months not knowing whether Darby had accusations against him or not. Now we know for certain. He does. Â
Personally, I take Hawlee Cromwell at her word, and I donât see this as any different than the accusations against Joey Ryan or Velveteen Dream.  Itâs often been suggested that AEW wonât do anything about Darby because heâs so popular.   That may be true, although I suspect it also has to do with the number of accusers.  My understanding was that dozens of people spoke up about Joey Ryan, to the point where it became almost impossible to ignore.  I have a sinking feeling that AEW just doesnât see this as a big enough issue to deal with.  They either donât care, or they donât believe the allegations, or they donât consider the allegations worth acting upon.  Or maybe theyâre hoping the heat died down last year and everyone forgot about it.  Well, Iâm not forgetting.
Anyway this kind of belies the whole feel-good moment of CM Punkâs return.  Tony Khan can talk about how much he wants to earn the fansâ trust, and how much he wants to do the right thing, but every week he keeps putting Darby on TV, making him harder and harder to ignore.Â
Even if I didnât believe the allegations against Darby, I find it kind of stupid that Punk should come back after all these years, but the biggest thing on his mind is Darby Allin. This was practically the same thing they did with Sting last year.  And we also have Taz maintaining a hate-boner for Darby long after the end of their feud, and we have Jon Moxley and Eddie Kingston palling around with the guy on TV.  We seem to be building this long list of A-1 talent solely devoted to getting Darby Allin over.  I donât think heâs worth it.  Thatâs my opinion without the abuse allegations.  If I take the accusations into account, then I have to add that he doesnât deserve this kind of push either.Â
Iâd like to continue to support AEW, but dammit, they really arenât making it easy for me. Iâd like to think Iâm wrong about all of this, but thatâs why I put Cromwellâs tweet up there, to keep me honest. If Allinâs the kind of man she says he is, then sooner or later this is going to blow up in AEWâs face.  They could have cut him loose a year ago and been done with it, but now theyâve committed, and it feels like watching a trainwreck in slow motion.  I could be wrong, but I donât think I am.Â
Mostly, Iâve just kept this to myself, but watching Punk out there, talking about his own rough patches, it reminded me of why I respected him in the first place.  He didnât buy all those ice cream bars to be cute, or to pander. He used ice cream as a talking point in 2011, to illustrate how tone-deaf WWE management was.  Handing them out in 2021 to prove that things could change if you make a big enough stink.  I donât know if Punk knows about Hawlee Cromwellâs accusations, or if heâs looking the other way for his own sake.   All I know is that you canât just sit back and pretend everythingâs okay.   This Darby Allin thing isnât okay.  And I guess I have to say something.
The above images were taken from this tweet, dated June 18, 2020.
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The One with the Runaway Groom, Part 2
Previous
After Dimitri finished his Iced tea, Jack had the group moved back into his apartment especially since they were getting too much attention with a heavily sweating, nicely dressed companion. Plus, there was a call that needed to be made. Sooner, rather than later, before the cops would be called on Jack for abduction of an heir. Surely, Dimitri wasn't a child nor was it time enough yet to report a missing person.
But Jack also knew that his friend's parents didn't like him that much and wouldn't put it passed them to blow the situation out of proportion.
If that meant the others taking space of his apartment as if they lived there, for certain leaving him a lot to clean up after... Well, it wasn't like that wasn't already usually the case. At the very least, it forces him to clean his place often. And in the event his mom would drop by for an unexpected visit, the tidiness would prompt the idea: 'Hey yo, your son is doing fine and not living like a slob just because he separated from his ex-wife.' It helped that Jamie had moved out of his apartment and went to take up space in his older brother's guest room, something he couldn't do with Jack still living with Elsa originally since she used it as an workshop of sorts for any of her fashion design projects. So it wasn't like he was completely on his own in housekeeping, it had been rough going at first when Elsa first moved out and Jamie couldn't move in until he had finally paid off the lease in his previous, smaller unit.
"Iâm fine, uncle Vlad. No, really. I know you haven't met him yet, but Jack's a good friend from college so don't worry about..."
Dimitri was using their phone. Because apparently, in his whim to run from the wedding, he forgot that he had given his Smartphone to hold to his best man and uncle, Vlad. Meanwhile Jack was refilling bowls with chips and pouring drinks for everyone, who were watching TV, Jamie was taking stock of ingredients that he could cook for he and Jack's dinner. After deciding on one, he closed the fridge and went to join the others at the center of the apartment.
"Ever notice that the most popular KDramas usually involve love triangles, petty jealousy, and cliché main guy heartthrobs? I could never understand the hype." Hiccup mused, taking a Dorito from the bowl Jack had set down. "Songs are awesome though, even though I don't know what they're singing about half the time."
Jack shrugged, pulling over an ottoman to sit on so he would still be near the chips. "I don't know, I only watched one so far. Because of my in-laws. Well, ex ones anyway. And Kingdom isnât like that..."
"Yeah, but that one has the overused zombie infestation plot to make up for it."
"When will you guys just watch shows for their purpose?" Jamie raised a brow. scrolling through his phone and thinking of which film to watch instead. No one seemed too heavily invested in Start Up right now anyway.
Who even put it on then? Jamie supposed one of Elsa's friends or other, since this Netflix account was shared between her and Jack. Something they continued to share even after the divorce, as they didn't see the need to stop.
Astrid shrugged, "And whatâs that?
"Entertainment."
"Well, when itâs actually doing its purpose I guess."
Jamie rolled his eyes, about to question why they weren't changing what was playing when he was cut off as Dimitri, from the Island counter, was starting to get particularly loud as he talked over the phone. "...Iâll feel much better if I wasnât hearing dad cussing like a sailor in the background." He said in a bit of a huff, "You know what, just put him on and letâs get this over withâŠ"
Jack took his own phone and paused Netflix, much to the ire of Jamie, so they could all turn to not-so-subtly eavesdrop on Dimitri, even Jim stares at the Russian after acquiring a muffin from the fridge.
"Yeah, itâs mâdad noâWell, if you stop cursing my existence long enough to let me explainâIs mom there? Cause sheâd be rubbing soap on your mouth by now!" Dimitri spat at the phone angrily.
Jamie cringed, awkwardly getting up from the couch to head to his room. Â Jack and the others passed the Doritos around. As far as he was concerned, it wasn't anything he hadn't seen before.
"âMe?! An ingrate?! I don't owe you anything; you're the damn parent, it was your job to provide those things! And you never even came to watch those Equestrian competitions I joined, and I only ever took up lessons on your demands; I never asked you to spend on those lessons!"
Jim didn't know what the argument was about, but he was definitely taking Dimitri's side. "Huh, dad troubles." he hummed as he walked back to the others, "A good enough reason for the Russian ran."
"In your case," Hiccup shrugged, "your dad ran thoughâŠ"
That got him a glare from the part time Astronomy professor, "This muffin" Jim growled, holding the muffin towards his friend. "could be used as a lethal murder weapon, Haddock."
"In your hands? I don't doubt it, bud."
"Znayete chto, k chertu eto, ya prosto skazhu eto!"
Astrid, Hiccup, and Jim blinked in confusion. They turned towards Jack, who raised a brow in response. "I was his roommate," he said. "but I didn't learn his language. Turn up the subtitles or something."
"Iâm gay, and always have been since forever. Even Anya knows!"
Jack raised his closed fist up, before a finger folded out, "Called it."
"He was your roommate at college." Hiccup pointed out leadingly, "Of course you called it."
The silver blond scowled at the brunette, "We weren't like that," he said. "More like he kept claiming he was bi, when I kept telling I already knew he was gay."
"Yeah well, tell mama I love her but screw you pops!" Dimitri huffed, putting the phone away to scream at it before bringing it back near his ear. "Itâs my life, and Iâm gonna live it the way I wantâŠâŠ Well, maybe I donât need your roof to return to. Iâll just stay hereâŠâŠ Hey! he may be bottom feeder Jack to you, but heâs my friend bottom feeder Jack! And what the hell, his big ears don't even have anything to do with the possibility of him being a gold digger."
Hiccup and Astrid both snickered, as Jack looked unamused. "I guess we established Iâm still bottom feeder Jack..."
"With big ears."
"I was pointedly not mentioning that."
Then, Dimitri continued with some tone of finality, his voice lowered as if sounding tired now, it somber up his audience. "Itâs my decision now, dad⊠Well, maybe I donât want to keep my inheritaâ" He cuts himself off quickly, his eyes widening. "No, no! I said maybe!" There was a click at the other end of the phone, and Dimitri's face fell. "Well, now Iâm cut off." He places the phone back on the counter and slumps on a dining room chair. "Shostakovitch⊠I donât know if the heatwave is just hitting now, or if Iâm having a panic attackâŠ"
At the phrase 'panic attack', Jack moved. The paper bags weren't where they usually were, and he remembered Jamie was the last one who went grocery shopping. He called for his brother, who returned outside to get the paper bag. The silver blond gave it to Dimitri, placing a hand behind the Russian's back as well to rub comforting circles against it, pretty much what they'd do for each other whenever one of them came back to their shared dorm room drunk after random frat parties they've been invited to.
Jack: Okay, just take calming breaths buddy. It's not the end of the world.
Dimitri: *breathing quickly, narrowing his eyes at Jack*
Jack: Okay, maybe it's a big deal but c'mon, donât look at me like that. I mean, what were you expecting? Just⊠You know, think of less stressful thoughts. Think happy thoughts.
Dimitri: *inhales* I am *exhales* drawing a blank⊠Little help?
Jamie: đ¶Think of a wonderful thought. Any merry little thoughtâŠđ¶
Jack: đ
Dimitri: đ
Jamie: đ¶ Think of Christmas, think of snow. Think of sleigh bells off you go!đ¶
Dimitri: *throws off paper bag* Not like that.
Astrid: *shrugs* Made me happy. You should join the choir, Jamie.
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#S.q.u.a.d.#F.r.i.e.n.d.s AU#Jack Frost#Hiccup Haddock#Jamie Bennett#Astrid Hofferson#Jim Hawkins#Dimitri Sudayev#JiMitri#JamiStrid#HiJack
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The Moms Of BNHA
[Warning: Spoilers and Potentially Triggering Opinions follow. You've been warned.]
[Also: Long Post.]
So, I've been thinking about this when I should be doing, homework (lol), but... can we talk about a certain trio of moms in BNHA?
Inko Midoriya
Inko is probably the least problematic mom I'll be talking about today. Does that make her perfect? Hell no! But she tries so hard for Izuku, and it shows. Even if she doesn't support Izuku's dreams of heroism once he's diagnosed as Quirkless, it's clear that she supported him in any other way she could think of. She's also worried about his well being, as we see after the mall confrontation and the aftermath of Kamino. And when she sees Izuku's dreams finally becoming a possibility after a lifetime of doubt, she apologizes, fully supporting Izuku's choice in life from there on out. Sure, after Kamino she considers pulling Izuku out of UA, but that's not from a place of selfishness or malice. It's out of worry. She wants her son to be happy, but she also wants him to be safe.
Honestly, I can't think of any legitimate reason to full on hate her...
Rei Todoroki
So Rei... gosh where do I begin?
She's definitely more problematic than Inko, or rather, her situation is. People tend to get on her case because she was apparently just as abusive to Shoto as Endeavor was, and-
Can... can we talk about this for a moment?
I understand that what Rei Todoroki did was wrong, end of discussion. I understand what Rei did only worsened the circumstances for her family, her son, and herself. I understand that while her institutionalization wasn't fair, it was likely for the best given her state of mind. But to put the blame squarely and soley on Rei's shoulders?
That's where I draw the line.
I only say this with the experience of a novice, but from personal experience, most people don't just randomly lash out spontaneously. In my case, it's usually a series of offenses (minor or major) that I refuse to respond to because I feel like that will make me a bad person, but that residual rage? It builds up. Sometimes you can let it out in minor spurts, but it's not enough. One day, one way or another, it will boil over. All that anger, all that frustration, all that rage will combust. You won't be able to stop it once it starts. You'll feel tense. You'll punch things, not caring whether you'll break them or they'll break you. When you get tired of that, you'll storm off into your room and angrily sob into your pillows, or yell/growl... or both. And when it's finally over, you'll still feel like crap. And it'll be a long while before it feels like you or anyone else can forgive yourself.
This is me anywhere from several months to several years. Rei Todoroki had to put up with Endeavor and his abusive behavior for about a decade.
Rei was abused, end of story. Rei's children were abused, either physically or neglectfully, end of story. We've seen Shoto's training. We've heard Endeavor hitting his wife and hearing her scream. People are not perfect. People are not invincible. To expect that someone like Rei could keep her head held high when it felt like the world was against her is like expecting a stone to say the same shape and size out in the open for thousands of years.
In the end, it all wears down.
Rei even knew this herself. She knew she was breaking down, and tried to call on her other family in order to stop something bad from happening. Too little, too late. Rei sees her son, the left side of her son, the side that her husband was responsible for, in a sense. She remembers all the beatings, all the physical and mental degradation against herself and her kids, and she snaps. She has finally had it with Endeavor, and in her fury, she pours boiling water against his face. Only it wasn't her husband's face. It was Shoto's. Her youngest child, her little boy, the one Endeavor was the most brutal to. The one she had wanted to live without fear of a beating.
And she just struck him without a second thought.
There's immediate remorse. Rei doesn't stew in her rage; the guilt overtakes her almost instantaneously. You could argue that trying to ice boiling water is not the best method of preventing a burn, but it's the intentions that matter here. From what I've heard, the scar could have been a lot bigger if Rei just stood there. Plus, I don't think it's necessarily common that people think 100% sanely when they're overcome by extreme emotion. Saying Rei was wrong for trying to soothe her son's burn even if it wasn't the best method is like getting made at a fireman for successfully putting a forest fire out, even of the trees are no longer living.
It's permanent damage, but would you rather deal with that, or something worse?
And just imagine how Shoto feels in all of this. There's sadness. There's betrayal. Of course some of it is directed at Rei, and deservingly so. The one person he felt he could trust basically just turned on him, seemingly out of nowhere. And yet... even though Shoto is a child, he's far from naive. He knows that Endeavor isn't a good person. He's heard his mother's cries, likely her arguments with his father, and he's even been a witness to Endeavor's abuse towards her. She may have done the deed, but for Shoto, the scar isn't his mom's fault. It's Endeavor's. He was the one who abused them, he was the one who took away their sense of happiness, of safety, he was the one who pushed them to the brink and then pushed them some more.
If he had just been a bit more considerate, a bit more reasonable, a bit more human, Rei's breakdown might have been delayed, if not outright nonexistent.
And can we just talk about the Rei/Endeavor parallels for a bit? Nowadays the manga readers are in the midst of Endeavor's redemption arc. I personally think that it's mildly problematic, but I will admit that it's probably better for Endeavor to not continue being a sorry excuse of a human being for the remainder of the series. That being said, I'd like to point out that Rei came first. Rei threw the first jab, and immediately felt remorse afterward. Shoto walked back into Rei's life, and she did not take that opportunity for granted. She spent the time shortly after her hospitalization trying to get better, and this is only more apparent when we see her for the rest of the series. As for Endeavor? His change in behavior was a lot slower. I'll admit that functionally speaking, he's a good hero, but as a person he's the scum of the Earth. He doesn't try self-evaluating after Shoto's fight with Izuku when Shoto says he only used his fire because he forgot about Endeavor. Even at Kamino, Endeavor is still an ass to All Might even though they have bigger things to worry about. And when he sees Small Might, exposed to the world? His first idea is to state that knowing he'd never catch up to All Might drove him to abusing his family.
Endeavor, buddy, that was your call. Not All Might's. Quite frankly, I don't think he's even aware of the BS you put your family through.
One of the few things that frustrates me about Endeavor's redemption is not that he has one; it's that under different circumstances, it wouldn't exist to begin with. Without All Might's retirement, without Endeavor forced into the spotlight as the new #1 Hero, there is no development on his part. I'd have the gall to say that Endeavor would still be a narcissistic asshole if All Might managed to hang on to his power for a while longer. Without the pressure of being #1 on his shoulders, Endeavor continues (in vain) to try and surpass All Might, or at least get Shoto to. He's still a good hero functionally speaking, but how long until his obsession starts to cloud his judgement? How long before the #2 Hero eventually slips up in his rage-fueled fervor?
I'll say it again: it's good that Endeavor is trying to change, but without any actual unprovoked self reflection on his part, it's not as impactful.
So to sum it up, I don't think Rei deserves all the hate she gets. She deserves to be held accountable for what she did, yes, but she's also a human being who was put into a mentally toxic position. It's a miracle she didn't snap sooner, and it's a miracle she's finally making progress with help from her kids.
Mitsuki Bakugo
And finally, the reason why I started down this train of thought.
I'm not even gonna try beating around the bush here: Mitsuki Bakugo is a bad parent.
Notice how I didn't say abusive. No, that does not mean I'm validating her. It just means I personally haven't seen or heard enough in the series thus far to justify whether she should be held on the same level as Endeavor, if not close.
I still have enough sense to see that she's not a good parent though. Far from it, actually.
So far we've only seem Mitsuki officially in a parent teacher meeting after Kamino, and a brief mention of her from Katsuki during the Remedial Course Arc. It doesn't paint a good picture. Right from the get go, her first scene is her hitting her son on the head and calling him weak. This isn't some slapstick or tough love, as some people will say. This is something entirely different, and it should tell readers two things.
Mitsuki is disconnected from her son.
Mitsuki is a carbon copy of her son.
Now take that second point with a grain of salt. People have said time and time again that Mitsuki is basically a genderbent Katsuki, which is accurate to a degree. She's also more mellowed out than Katsuki, as she can talk to other people without trying to assert her dominance. She's actually surprisingly aware of her son's superiority complex as well, but... For all that, it's obvious that Mitsuki isn't actually fully aware of her son's issues. Like her son, Mitsuki is also too focused on her son's brute strength. Calling him weak isn't some karmic justice for all the times Katsuki has said the same to other people; it's a feedback loop that feeds into Katsuki's insecurities, which feeds into his inferiority complex, which feeds into his superiority, which then repeats ad infinitum. You could argue that maybe Katsuki has acted too thick-skinned around his mom to let her actually get a feel for his problems, but I personally doubt that she's really tried to understand her son, or maybe she just... gave up.
And then there's Katsuki saying that he was raised with violence. "BUT CRIMSON, SHE HAS TO BE ABUSIVE IF SHE'S WILLING TO HIT HER KID, WhY cAn'T yOu AcCePt ThAt!?" Well, from what I learned, people can hit their kids and still? Not? Be abusers? Spanking used to be a thing, y'know, and while it's heavily controversial nowadays, I doubt that the good parents used it at the drop of a hat. Kids can be jerks; I was one. Back to Mitsuki, I doubt that this line meant from the day Katsuki had been four years old, his life had been hell. I feel like even if Mitsuki was still brash, she didn't immediately start beating on Katsuki when he started to get a big head. If anything, I'd assume she waited about two years at most before she started letting the fists fly. Keep in mind, almost everyone Katsuki meets admires him for his abilities. Who's to say his mom wasn't one of those people at the start? It wouldn't have been until Katsuki ego started becoming a noticeable issue that Mitsuki decided she needed to tale care of it. Only problem? Mitsuki makes bad decisions, just like her son. Resorting to physical violence and verbal taunts did nothing to help Katsuki, but it's what Mitsuki knew how to do, so she rolled with that. I'm not giving Katsuki a pass because of this, however. Shoto essentially went through the same thing, and his response was not to endlessly shout at others or display dominance. The violence targeted at the boys was brutal, but violence doesn't justify more violence. Katsuki may have had a convenient excuse to start being an ass to people, but so did Shoto. And yeah, "Earlyroki" was an ass, but at least it wasn't intentional.
Before I go, I just want to bring up really quick where Masaru falls into this. One could argue that Masaru's also to blame for how Katsuki turned out for not stepping in but... have you seen Mitsuki, or even Katsuki for that matter? No offense to Masaru, but he's kind of a doormat character. He only married Mitsuki due to her persistence, and while Masaru's "Oxidizing Sweat" quirk is likely destructive, Masaru himself is... not. He seems to be the exact opposite of his wife and son personality wise, only instead of canceling them out, his lack of dominance forces him to run for cover should a dark omen come about. We've seen what Katsuki's done to Izuku before UA. Masaru basically has to put up with two of those, and unlike our protagonist, he doesn't have the resilience to withstand that much anger.
So...
TL;DR. Inko Midoriya is a great mom who just wants her son to be safe and happy. Rei Todoroki cares a lot about her son and is willing to work to show it, even in the face of setbacks. Mitsuki Bakugo is a terrible parent who either needs to figure out what's wrong with her son properly, or leave to someone who can.
Thank you for your time.
-Crimson Lion (24 November 2019)
#bnha#boku no hero academia#mha#my hero academia#inko midoriya#rei todoroki#mitsuki bakugo#mitsuki bakugou#izuku midoriya#enji todoroki#endeavor#shoto todoroki#katsuki bakugo#katsuki bakugou#masaru bakugo#masaru bakugou#anti endeavor#anti mitsuki#kinda#like 75%#character discussion#character analysis#meta#drabble#long post#late night post#i've been thinking about this for longer than i should have#i really need sleep#a bit personal tbh
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Storytime:
When I was 13 my best friend at the time helped me to create a facebook account and email address then secretly kept info to snoop on what I was doing on them, fast forward I met a girl online and we became super flirty and close because Iâm gay hehe but in the closet.
Homegirl saw the messages while violating my privacy, screenshot them, then just stopped talking to me with no explanation...and she was cold with it too like a stole her man or something, dirty looks and all. I was so heartbroken because I basically didnât have anymore friends.
This went on for like a year or two her not talking to me and me genuinely not having a single clue what happened but fortunately I started making friends most of them were queer girls and this was my happiest time in high school.
I mean I went from eating alone in the bathroom to having a fake best friend to being dumped suddenly by said fake best friends to being apart of a friend group of funny queer girls who I could relate to and feel comfortable with.
Then randomly one morning my former best friend came to me talking about âIâm ready to tell you why I stopped talking to you.â Like wtf after I moved on and forgot about your ass youâre coming to me with this old bs...but I highkey wanted to know why so I sat and listened. Big Mistake.
She goes, âSo one day around the time I stopped talking to you a girl messaged me telling me that you two were together and she sent me screenshots as proofâ my heart sinked, my face got hot & I literally started having an internal panic attack right there and then, mind you the only people who knew I was gay were a FEW of the people in my friend group even tho they were queer I didnât feel comfortable telling all of them about my sexuality... oh and did I forget to mention that I live in a super homophobic 3rd world country where you can basically get away with k wording and r wording gays, yes so we gotta be careful out here plus I always knew she was homophobic and yes I was still friends with her even knowing that information, I was young, insecure and lonely plus almost everyone you come across in this damn country is homophobic so you either get used to it or head out...
so then she went on a whole ass rant about how she doesnât agree with that lifestyle, she feels uncomfortable with me around because I may start liking her, it makes her sick and I just stood there in silence taking it on the verge of tears trying to keep a straight face, I mean I was chilling on this nice, peaceful, beautiful morning getting ready for a happy and productive day and Iâm suddenly being attacked about my sexuality and private life by this hateful bish
Then I started to worry that she would tell my parents because we lived in the same neighborhood so we were THAT close, we would have dinner and sleepovers at each otherâs houses on the regular and were pretty close to each otherâs parents...
Then she popped the question, âI just wanna know are you gay or were you experimenting, is it just a phase or you confused, help me understandâ I took this as an opportunity to save myself from possibly getting disowned by my parents, I said âIâm not gay ok....*long pause*......I donât know what that was but Iâm straight and thatâs been over a long time agoâ đ„Žđ she smiled and said âwell thatâs ok I guess I shouldâve come to you sooner, Itâs gonna be hard to trust you again but we should be friends again...â can you believe that sheâs the one in my business and she has a hard time trusting me?!?!
Inside Iâm like bitch hell no!! but I just smiled like the little bitch I was and followed her downstairs to buy a donut, shaking and trying to stay on her good side because I didnât want to risk getting her upset, afraid she might Out me and ruin my life... we went on being âfriendsâ for some time and all that time I felt as if I was walking on eggshells whenever I was around her, like she was holding my secret and those screenshots over my and I fell into a deep depression and life of self hate...I didnât even tell my friends who knew about my sexuality what happened.
So...how did I find out that my so called best friend was creepy h0e whoâs violating my privacy? Like yea I angrily confronted the girl I was talking to online she told me it was a lie but I didnât believe her and blocked her. So how I found out, While at fake bestieâs house one day like a year later I got a hold of her phone and started looking for the pics, found them and A LOT more convos....and I could tell they were taken from my chats which means she was going into my account... You know you can tell when a chatâs screenshot is from your pov vs. someone elseâs, yeah well all of what she had were taken from the account, it was at that moment I remembered that she was the one who created my FB account and she knows password and ish... but what did she want with my private conversations, why was she doing this?!? I deleted the screenshots, deactivated my FB account, pretended nothing happened and I havenât created another FB account or told any irl about my sexuality since then. End of memory.
#queer women#wlw#killing eve#villianelle#euphoria#lgbt#lgbtq#eve polastri#villianeve#qwoc#black lives matter#black qwoc
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Heâs in Charge; Chapter Ten
Pairing: Henry/Bertrum
Warnings: Mentions of murder
A/N: Hey folks! Sorry for the late update! I worked late last night and honestly forgot about updating, so thatâs on me! In this chapter, Henry learns a little bit more about whatâs really been going on in the studio, and begins to put the pieces together. He ends up confiding in Bertrum, who does his best to understand what his partner is going through.
Chapter word count: 2,993
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Chapter Ten; Suspicion
Shuffling into the break room the next day, the first thing Henry noticed was Susie Campbell, who looked to be settled in for her lunch break as well. She turned and waved as he came in.
âHey, Henry! How are you?â She asked cheerily. Settled across from her was an anxious-looking young lady with auburn hair nursing a steaming cup of coffee. Compared to Susie, she looked like she hadnât slept in days.
âIâm alright, I suppose.â Henry gave a generic answer as he went for the coffee maker. âWhat about yourself?
âIâm pretty good! I was talking to Joey the other night, it sounds like heâs got a couple plans in the works. He didnât really tell me what it is, but he sounded pretty excited to have my help.â She responded.
Henry shook his head. âI donât trust anything Joey has planned for this place, have you seen how many people heâs gotten rid of lately?â
At that moment, the woman sitting across from her speaks up. âHe even fired Louis the other day. We barely even make a living wage, both of us work more than one job to make ends meet.â
âYouâre kidding.â Henry turns to her, coffee pot and mug in hand.Â
âI wish, I canât afford to work here alone. Writing scripts was hard enough between the two of us, I canât take it.â She replied, shrugging.
âSure, things might be getting a little empty around hereâŠâ Susie started, âBut Joey says if everything works out, weâll be bringing in enough to get everybody a raise, not just the actors.â
âWhoa, wait a second. Youâre getting a raise and half the departments in here are getting dismantled? Thatâs it. Iâm out, I canât take this anymore. The twenty-four hour diner down the street would treat me better than this, and that says a lot.â The writer finishes her coffee in a long sip, standing up and heading for the door. She doesnât bother to push in her chair. âHate to leave the rest of the studio hanging, but I canât do it anymore! Nice knowing you, Susie!â
Stunned by the encounter, Henry turned to Susie, who only shrugged. Unsure what else to say, Henry simply went back to his desk.
*****
Just as Henry arrived at the studio the morning after, he was practically stopped at the door by a tired, worried-looking Jack Fain. He looked disappointed at the sight of the animator, but only slightly. âMorning, Henry.â He lifted a hand in greeting.
âMorning. Is something wrong?â Henry tilted his head to the side.
âJustâŠâ Jack shook his head, taking his hat off to run a hand through his hair. âNorman didnât show up this morning. Harrison had to break down the door to the band room âcause Norm and Wally were the only ones with keys. Itâs not like him to skip out on work, Iâve seen him come in with a scarf around his face just âcause he was sickâŠâ
Henryâs eyebrows came together as he reviewed the events of the previous night, fear suddenly gripping him. âDo you think Joey fired himâŠ? I just saw him last night when I was leaving.â
âI donât know about firing, but Iâve got a pretty good idea of who does. Iâm gonna go talk to Cohen about it. You were the last one to see him, you should come with me.â Jack started down the hall, gesturing for Henry to follow.
âWhere does he even work? Iâve never seen his office.â
Jack shrugged. âHeâs down in the basement, not far from when your man was working on that theme park. Itâs pretty out of the way, everybody misses it.â
Henry nodded, falling quiet as he continued to follow the lyricist.
*****
As promised, Grantâs office- which proved to be more of a converted broom closet than a room- was far down in the studio, but much closer to the lift than Bertrumâs work area had been. The door itself was closed, the beaten-up wood bearing two paper signs with shaky writing scrawled across them. One read, âAll pay inquiries MUST be made through Joey Drewâ, the second reading, âTwo weekâs notice MUST be given to Joey Drew before quittingâ.Â
Henry frowned at the signs as Jack knocked on the door, calling out, âItâs just me, you there, Cohen?â
âJack? Y-yeah, come on in.â The trembling voice of Grant Cohen answered.
As the door swung open, a wave of cold air hit Henry full on, and he immediately pinned the cause as the open hole in the wall and exposed pipe in the back corner. Grantâs tiny desk next to the door was littered with papers, some of which spilled onto the floor as well. His trash can was overflowing with them, though those were mostly crumpled. At one side of his desk, a lamp flickered, shining mostly on a bulky camera and the photos that had to have come from it. From the door, Henry couldnât see what the pictures were of, but he didnât care to find out.Â
âHey, whoâs been fired lately? And who quit?â Jack leaned on the frame, watching as the accountant shuffled his papers.
âUhmâŠâ He moved one under his lamp, squinting at it as his hands caused it to shake. âYes, uhm⊠Well, technically there were⊠Three people fired total, and six that allegedly quit in the lastâŠâ He flipped a few pages. âTwo weeks, about? I-I mean, thereâs more before that, butâŠâ
Henry leaned into the room a little more, over Jackâs head. ââAllegedlyâ?â
Grant blinked up at him, pushing glasses up on his nose that werenât there. âWell- Joey said to- to take them off the payroll⊠But I never filled out a termination form for any of them, so Iâd just have to assume they quit suddenly.â
Jack looked up at Henry, then back to Grant. âIs one of those six Norman Polk?â
Grant skimmed over his papers again. âYes⊠Joey told me to take him off after hours last night.â
âThatâs not right. He wouldnât just⊠up and leave without telling us, heâd⊠Heâd at least make sure someone could do his job before, right?â Jack asked the room.
âI donât know about that⊠Joeyâs been dropping his pay pretty steadily over the last couple weeks.â Grant shrugged, arms folding on his desk.
âSomething⊠really isnât right here. When I saw Norman the other night, it was right after he was in Joeyâs office yelling at him. He didnât sound like he was about to quit on everybody, he was going toâŠâ Henry trailed off, watching Grantâs eyes widen.Â
There was a moment of tense silence before Grant spoke again. âW-well he- maybe he- maybe he got fed up and left, I-Iâm sorry, Iâm not sure what to tell you.â His voice shook as badly as his hands.
âFor Godâs sake⊠Thanks, Cohen, I need to go talk to Sammy about this right now, this is out of control.â Jack suddenly turned and stepped past Henry, taking off down the hall at a brisk pace. Henry, not wanting to move that fast, just waved and closed the door on his way out.
He was halfway to the lift when he felt someone grab onto his sleeve from behind, tugging on it slightly. When he turned and looked down, a still wide-eyed Grant stood before him. He wrung his hands in front of him for a moment, trying to find his voice. âHenry, you- I need to ask you something about- about JoeyâŠâ He almost mumbled.
Henry tilted his head, only briefly glancing back down the hall. âWhat about himâŠ?â
âI know you deal with him a lot personally, I do too⊠Listen, I heard from Wally before Joey- before he was fired that⊠something weird happened with him last week, and I really shouldnât be talking about it to you or anyone really, but he told me you saw it happen. What was it you saw with Joey, exactly?â Grantâs words were frantic, nervous.
His eyebrows came together in confusion, taking a moment to think. âDo you mean when he was coughing up sludgeâŠ?â
âYes, exactly! Youâve seen it too! So maybe youâll believe me! Look, Henry, Henry, heâs doing things here, itâll take so much time to explain and I swear I will explain it somehow, but you need to know right now that heâs up to something other-wordly, and itâs very dangerous. Youâre already seeing the consequences of that all over the place here, I needed to know that I wasnât the only one that noticed it, none of it can end well, thatâs so, so obvious already.â The smaller man babbled.
âWhoa, Grant, slow downâŠâ Henry put a hand out, setting it on the manâs arm.Â
âNo, no, no you donât understand, I swear, heâs trying to summon something, or⊠I donât know what heâs really doing! But itâs bad, itâs really bad. I know too much, alright? I know too much about him and what heâs up to with some of the people here, and I doubt Wally or Norman or those people in the band-â He suddenly pressed his lips together, his eyes falling on the ground.
âWhat are you talking about?â Henry asked quietly, hardly making any sense of the accountantâs rant at all.Â
âItâs not safe to talk here, not about this. Someoneâs going to hear, and tell him, just like Wally-â Grant stopped himself again. âIâll explain it all. I will, and itâll be set right someday.âÂ
Henry didnât get a chance to try and get him to explain one more time, the accountant took off back down the hall before he could be stopped.Â
Henry was suddenly left alone in an eerily empty, dim hallway, wracking his brain over the accountantâs words and what was really going on in the building.
*****
Friday night, on his way home from the studio after a mostly uneventful day, Henry found himself still contemplating Grantâs ramble from the morning. Between the way he spoke about some of the former employees and the sudden disappearance of Norman, Henry was more than suspicious about what was happening. Nearly at his apartment, he turned the car around, mental destination set for Bertrumâs house.Â
When he pulled up to the building, the gate automatically opened for him like usual. No sooner had he stepped out of the car than Ferris came barreling towards him from the yard, causing him to hold both his hands out, repeating âno!â to the dog. Ferris stopped short at his hands, licking both of them. Somewhat relieved, he reached out to pat him on the head a few times.
âHenry!â Bertrum called from across the yard, jogging to catch up with his dog. He had a chewed-up baseball in one hand and looked like heâd been home for a while. He wore a plain black t-shirt and dark-colored jeans, something Henry hadnât expected to ever see him in.
âHi⊠Iâm sorry I didnât call, I was on my way home and just sort of⊠decided to drop by.â He crossed his arms over his chest.
Bertrum squinted at him ever so slightly. âDid something happen? You know Iâll come back there if I have to.âÂ
âIâm not really sure. Can we go inside? Iâll tell you about what I think.â He asked almost hesitantly.Â
âOf course. The downstairs is being cleaned at the moment, we can sit in the living room upstairs.â Bertrum offered.
âThatâs fine.â Henry nodded, heading for the door with Ferris close on his heels. On the way up one set of stairs, Henry caught sight of Bertrum holding Ferrisâs collar, trying to direct him upstairs as well.
After a momentâs struggle, the dog had the idea, rushing up and past Henry, disappearing into one of the other rooms. Bertrum caught up to him then, a hand coming to rest on the small of his back. âNow did something happen?â
âSomethingâs seriously wrong there. More so than normal, thereâs something happening behind the scenes that just doesnât add up.â Henry blurted, letting Bertrum guide him into the living room. He shuffled over to the couch, removing his shoes and setting them to the side. He sat down in a way that he was able to face the other side of the couch, legs folded.Â
âHow do you mean?â The designer questioned, kicking his shoes off and sitting next to Henry.Â
âAlright⊠Now⊠You didnât know a lot of people there. You met Wally, right? He was the janitor.â He started.
âI did. He was⊠something.â Bertrum confirmed.
âOkay, well⊠Rumor has it Joey fired him. Rumor has it Joey also fired part of the band and the other part quit suddenly. Then suddenly someone absolutely essential to our whole operation disappears. At first, I thought it was just to cut costs.â Henry pauses, waiting for Bertrum to nod, signalling him to continue. âWell, me and someone from the music department went to talk to Joeyâs accountant today. That manâs scared, Bertrum. Heâs scared of Joey in the same way I am and he claimed to know too much about Joey and what heâs doing.â
âDo you think Drewâs been threatening him the same way as you?â
Henry nodded slightly. âIt wouldnât surprise me at all. Heâs smaller than I am, and Joeyâs clearly been controlling aspects of his job, too. But thatâs not everything. He said that three people out of nine who disappeared suddenly had been fired, the others he just assumed quit.â Bertrum nodded for him to continue again, his eyebrows pulled together in consideration. âHe assumed. He never actually talked to those people, he wasnât told to do any paperwork for them when they left or anything.â
âIs it random? These people suddenly disappearing, are they random?â Bertrum asked, fingers tapping his knee.
âSort of? Iâm not sure who all was fired and who quit, I didnât ask, but⊠Our janitor supposedly was fired, our projectionist quit⊠We only had one person in those positions, and a lot of the orchestra suddenly stopped working.â
âAnd⊠this accountant⊠Heâs trustworthy?â
âMore than Joey, he just seemed really frantic, it didnât really make any sense but the more I think about everything he said to me, the more it feels like he knew more than he was letting onâŠâ He sighed, running a hand through his hair.
âDrew has been⊠continually more aggressive and controlling, yes?âÂ
âYeah, you saw how heâs started to treat me, and with the whole thing with the-â Henry freezes, a look of realization taking over his face. âWally knew about Joeyâs new hobby. He knew because of me. And Grant said Joey was doing something demonic and then Norman saw it and- Oh, GodâŠâ Henry suddenly stood up, eyes wide, a hand gripping his hair. âThey knew! Wally has friends in the band and then they disappeared, what if he told them about-â
âHenry, darling, slow down.â More concerned before, Bertrum reached out towards Henry with both arms.
Henry gave him his hands and slowly sat back down. âBertrum, I saw Joey coughing up black sludge. It was dripping from his eyes, too, and his eyes turned color, and you donât have to believe me, but I was not the only one that saw it. Joey didnât want me to see it though, itâs- itâs something heâs obviously trying to cover up. I told Wally about it and he disappeared and Norman saw it and now heâs gone, tooâŠâ
âDo⊠do you think he killed them, Henry? You think heâd go so far as to kill someone?â He ran his thumbs over Henryâs knuckles, looking him in the eyes.
âI donât know! He might have, heâŠâ The images of Joeyâs office flicker through his mind. The pictures, the lists he hadnât paid attention to, the way they looked to have been thrown together. âHe has hit lists.â The last part came out as a shocked whisper.
âHit lists? Henry, I donât want to sound like Iâm doubting you. I donât mean to, Iâm trying to understand this, but do you think perhaps youâre the one thatâs paranoid? That studio has been seriously struggling for quite some time.â
âAll I know is that my friends are disappearing and no one knows why, because some of them havenât been fired like Joey says.â Henry shook his head.Â
âThe man is in a wheelchair, dear. I donât think heâd be able to do much harm from there unless he ran someone over repeated. You sound like you just need a break from that place.â Bertrum reaches over to gently hold one of his cheeks, tilting his head.
âIâve seen him stand. When he was first starting to cough up sludge, he stood up and made a grab for me, thatâs when he started coughing. Whoâs to say he hasnât been walking, too?âÂ
Bertrum made a noise like he was thinking for a moment. âI suppose I have a couple favors I can call in regarding⊠investigation⊠Would you feel better if I got in touch with someone that could look into Drew?â
Henryâs gaze shifted to the side and towards the floor, considering the question. âI donât know, I couldnât ask that of you. Not right nowâŠâ He sighs. âI donât know how much longer I can take it, working there. With everyone disappearing and JoeyâŠâ
Carefully wrapping his arms around him, Bertrum started to pull Henry close, eventually leaving the man practically in his lap. âI agree that you need time to sort things out in your mind. If youâd like to stay the night, youâre always welcome to.â
âThanksâŠâ Henry adjusted himself to be more comfortable, laying against the other man. âI think Iâm going to, I donât want to intrude or anything, thoughâŠâ
âDonât worry about that right now. Everything will be alright.â Bertrum reassured.
Henry nodded in response. âIf you say soâŠâ
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1822 Tuesday 23 July
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Good bed, very clean and comfortable, and slept well - Rainy night, and rainy morning - yet no prospect of doing any good by waiting, and off from Bala (the White lion Inn, John Ellis) at 7 25/60 - the upper road to Corwen only ten miles, but have come the lower (14 miles) throâ the vale of Edeirnion, on account of the scenery - Beautiful vale - the Dee nearly close on our right most of the way - winds most beautifully, flowing gently between its low banks occasionally prettily wooded - what a contrast to the torrents to which we have lately been accustomed to. A beautiful vale - But it rained all the way to the last of the 2 turnpikes about or near 1/2 mile from Corwen, and our view was sadly spoilt by the thickness of the weather and the gig-top up -
Did not know the town or the Inn again - could scarce believe it the same place we stopt at on Sunday-week - (page 44). Left Bala at 7 25/60 and got here in 2 20/60 hour at 9 3/4 - Breakfast immediately -
(Llangollen - Kingâs head, new hotel - Mrs Davis. 2 3/4 p.m.) Left Corwen at 11 35/60 and got here in 1 1/2 hour (10 miles government-made road, most excellent in spite of having been almost deluged with rain) at 1 5/60 - the vale of Corwen beautiful certainly, but, as I have repeatedly told my aunt would be the case, it now seemed tame after the scenery we have seen - yet the vale of Edeirnion pleased us, even in the rain, and we prefer it to that of Corwen which saw more distinctly - as we had the top down all the way - a drop or 2 of rain just after setting off, and a shower for about the 3rd mile from Llangollen - heavy rain just after we got in -
Mrs Davis received us at the door, and came into our room to answer our inquiries after Lady Eleanor Butler - Mrs Davis was called up at one last night, and they thought her ladyship would have died - she was however rather better this morning - the physician does not seem to apprehend danger, but Mrs D- is alarmed, and spoke of it in tears - Miss Ponsonby too, is alarmed and ill herself on this account - pain in her side - âShe is a ladyâ said Mrs D- âof very strong ideas; but this would grieve her tooâ - Mrs D- has only known them 13 or 14 years during which time she has lived at this house but she has always seen them âso attached so amiable togetherâ - no two people ever lived more happily - they like all the people about them are beloved by all, and do a great deal of good - Lady Eleanor had the remains of beauty - Miss Ponsonby was a very fine woman - Lady Eleanor Butler about 80 - Miss P- 10 or 12 years younger - the damp this bad account cast upon my spirits I cannot describe - I am interested about these 2 ladies very much - there is something in their story, and in all I have heard about them here that added to other circumstances makes a deep impression -
Sat musing on the sopha scarce wotting what to do - irresolute and moody - thinking of Pi [Mariana] low about her I cannot shake off the impression of what she said at Chester about delicacy in calculation deltaâs [Charlesâ] life Mr Powis etc I know not how it is I am shockingly low altogether - Mrs Davis being going to inquire after lady Eleanor Butler my aunt and I walked with her to wait for her giving an answer to our inquiries - the physician there - strolled about for 10 minutes, and not being gone and it threatening to rain, returned and only just got in before a tremendously heavy shower - then sat down and wrote the above of today - I feel better for this writing - In fact, come what may, writing my journal - thus as it were throwing my mind on paper, always does me good -
Mrs Davis just returned - brought a good account of her ladyship and a message of thanks for our inquiries from Miss Ponsonby, who will be glad to see me this evening to thank me in person - shall about go 6 1/2 or 7, just after dinner - this is more than I expected I wonder how I work my way and what she will think of me Mrs Davis wishes me to give all the comfort all I can and not to mention that I know of her having been called up last night -
(9 p.m.) Dinner at 6 before dinner about two hours upstairs washing cutting my toe nails putting clean things etc At 7 went to Plasnewydd and got back at 8 - just an hour away and surely the walking there and back did not take me more than 20 minutes - shewn into the room next the library the breakfast room, waited a minute or 2, and then came Miss P- a large woman so as to waddle in walking but not taller than myself - in a blue shortish waist-cloth habit, the jacket unbuttoned shewing a plain plaited frilled habit shirt - a thick white cravat, rather loosely put on - hair powdered, parted, I think, down the middle in front, cut a moderate length all round and hanging straight, tolerably thick - the remains of a very fine face - coarseish white cotton stockings - ladiesâ slipper shoes cut lower down, the foot hanging a little over - altogether a very odd figure - yet she had no sooner entered into conversation than I forgot all this and my attention was wholey taken by her manners and conversation - the former perfectly easy, peculiarly attentive and well bred, and bespeaking a person accustomed to a great deal of good society - mild and gentle, certainly not masculine, and yet there was a je-ne-sais-quoi striking - her conversation shewing a personal acquaintance with most of the literary characters of the day and their works - She seemed sanguine about lady Eleanorâs recovery - poor soul! my heart ached to think how small the chance - She told me her ladyship had undergone an operation 3 times - the sight of one eye restored - couching by absorption - I said I believed it was neither a painful nor dangerous operation - she seemed to think it both the one and the other - mentioned the beauties of the place - the books I had noticed in their rustic library - she said lady E- read French, Spanish, and Italian - had great knowledge of ancient manners and customs, understood the obsolete manners and phrases of Tasso remarkably well - had written elucidatory notes on the first 2 (or 4 # I think) books of Tasso, but had given away the only copy she ever had - contrived to ask if they are classical - âno!â (said she) thank god from Latin and Greek Iâm freeâ - speaking of translations she mentioned La Cerdaâs (I think it was) as the best according to some + bishop friend of hers of Virgil, and Caryâs as being most excellent of Tasso, literal and excellent for a beginner, and which she should recommend to any one wanting assistance - She somehow mentioned Lucretioius but it was âa bad book and she was afraid of reading itâ - I asked why - He was a deistical writer - I mentioned Dr John Mason Goodâs translation adding that I believed he (Dr Good) was not a high church man - âno! She knew he was heterodoxâ - I observed that she might think all the classics objectionable - âyes! they wanted pruning; but the Delphin Editions were very good - as people got older, she said, they are more particular - she was almost afraid of reading Cain, thoâ lord B- [Byron?] had been very good in sending them several of his worksâ - I asked if she had read Don Juan - she was ashamed to say she had read the 1st canto - She said I had named Mr Bankes - and asked if it was Mr Bankes Cleaver - I thought not, did not know him; but he was the most particular friend of a friend of mine - it was Mr Bankes the great Grecian, said to be now the best in England since Mr Porsonâs death - She did not think he had ever been there did not know, did not remember him - she asked if I would walk out - shewed me their kitchen garden - walked round the shrubbery with me - She said she owned to their having been 42 years there - they landed first in South Wales but it did not answer the accounts they had heard of it - they then travelled in North Wales, and, taken with the beauty of this place, took the cottage for 31 years - but it was a false lease, and they had had a great deal of trouble and expense it was only 4 years since they had bought the place - Dared say I had a much nicer place at home - mentioned its situation, great age, long time in the family etc She wished to know where to find an account of it - Said it had been their humble endeavour to make their place as old as they could - Spoke like a woman of the world about my liking the place where I was born, etc said I was not born there - my father was a younger brother - but that I had the expectation of succeeding my uncle - âAh! thenâ, said she, âyou will soon be the master and there will be an end of romanceâ - Never! never! said I - I envied their place and the happiness they had had there - dared say they had never quarrelled - âno! they had never had a quarrel - little difference of opinion sometimes - life could not go on without it - but only about the planting of a tree - and, when they differed in opinion, they took care to let no one see itâ - At parting, she shook hands with me and gave me a rose; I said I should keep it for the sake of the place where it grew. She had before said she should be happy to introduce me sometime to Lady Eleanor - I had given my auntâs compliments and inquiries said she would have called with me but feared to intrude, and was not quite well this evening - she (Miss P-) gave me a sprig of geranium for my aunt with her compliments and thanks for her inquiries - Lady E- was asleep while I was there - Miss P- had been reading to her âAdam Blairâ the little book recommended to me by M- at Chester - I had told Miss P- I had first seen an account of them in La Belle Assemblie a dozen years ago, and had longed to see the place ever since - She said some people had been very impertinent, particularly Dr Mavor who had in some way displeased (laughed at or something) their old housekeeper to whose memory they have erected a monument in the church yard - and it seems the ladies have a particular objection to Dr M- but Miss P- appears to have lost her teeth, and occasionally mumbles a little, that, as a stranger, I did not always perhaps quite understand her - It seems 2 of the Cromptons and their brother (of Esholt) were lately sketching the place - the ladies sent them chairs - went out to speak to them (for they were retiring fearing they had offended the ladies) formed an acquaintance and wanting to know something aobut the Derwentwater family which the C-s could get to know, there has been a correspondence - Miss P- said she had not answered their last letter, but meant to do it - Lady E and Miss P- seem great pedigree-people antiquaries, topographers, etc -
The Ladies of Llangollen: Miss Ponsonby on the left, Lady Eleanor Butler on the right - Image Credit: Wikimedia Commons
I came away much pleased with Miss P- and sincerely hoping Lady E- will recover; to enjoy a few years more in this world - I know not how it is, I felt low after coming away - a thousand moody reflections occurred; but again writing has done me good - went to and returned from Plasnewydd in a gleam - showery afternoon and evening - I mean to dry and keep the rose Miss P- gave me - âTis now 10 1/4 - sat talking to my aunt came upstairs at 11 10/60 forty minutes siding my things in the imperial - used the syringe with cold water three times today great deal of discharge -
Reference: SH:7/ML/E/6/0031
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