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jerzwriter · 6 months ago

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I've written an extensive background HC for Eli, and I have one for Zoe, too, though it's lived only in my head and never made it to paper. This short series is meant to change that.

Series Summary: About a year after the solstice, Zoe Rivera is dreading her upcoming birthday. It's a day that has always been difficult for her, but with the loss of her sister, the only connection to her past, this year is proving to be harder than most. As her friends and found family attempt to help her through, Zoe makes many discoveries about herself, her past, and the future she hopes to build.

Part 1: Ring the Bells That Can Still Ring

Book: Wake the Dead Pairing: Eli Sipes x Zoe Rivera (F!MC) Characters: Troy Hassan, Shannon Fox, Angel Savage, Mina Arbogast, May, Feather, original characters Rating: Teen TW: Mentions of death & loss Words: 3,200 Chapter Summary: Angel is excited to start new traditions at Olympus, but Zoe makes it very clear that she wants no part in one. As Eli & Troy attempt to help her deal with feelings of grief, Zoe makes a conscious effort to focus on what she has today. But a trip to scavenge for supplies lead to some fateful discoveries.

A/N: I expect this series to be 3 or 4 parts. I'm participating in @choicesjunechallenge2024 - Threshold, Beginnings, and Endings.

It was a relatively quiet night at Olympus. Springtime had returned and brought a multitude of chores to be completed along with it. Most of the colonists had spent the unseasonably warm day gardening or tending to building repairs impossible to complete during the harsh winter months. It was no surprise that most were petered out and already tucked into their beds. But a small group who weren't willing to let the evening just yet were gathered in the great room.

Troy, Mina, and Shannon were in a corner playing an old game of Jenga that Troy had recently acquired as others gathered around the fire to sing and tell stories. Eli sat nearby, half-listening as he worked on repairing his bow, while Angel lounged on a nearby couch, extremely excited over her activity. Tapping the purple pencil in her hand against her notebook, she exclaimed.

“I’m almost done! I only need to more people!

“Who do you still need?” Shannon hollered over.

“Just Feather and Zoe.”

Fresh out of the shower, Zoe entered the room, vigorously drying her long hair with a towel. “You need Feather and Zoe for what?” she responded.

“Oh! I’m making a birthday list for the colony. This way, no one’s special day will ever be forgotten.

Troy’s eyes popped up and darted immediately to Zoe. His brow furrowed in concern; he wished he could have spoken to Angel just minutes sooner.

“Thank you, Angel. But I’d prefer not to be included,” Zoe replied curtly.

But Angel wasn’t taking no for an answer. “Zoe, we need to include you! Do you think we’re going to celebrate everyone’s birthday except yours?”

“Angel, I said no!” the usually affable leader snapped.

Clearing his throat, Eli placed his bow at his feet and went to Zoe’s side. He was almost there when a loud clattering noise caused him to jump, and everyone turned in Troy's direction.

"Sorry!” Troy blushed; the collapsed Jenga tower crumbled before him on the table.

“How did you manage that?” Mina blurted. “There were a dozen safe moves you could have made!”

“Don’t question it!” Shanon grinned. “This might be our chance to finally win!”

With the chaos as a distraction, Eli locked eyes with Zoe as he took her by the hand and cocked his head toward the exit. Once Troy was certain they were gone, he began to reassemble the bits of fallen wood again.

“I want a do-over!” He complained.

“Not a chance,” Angel laughed. “But I still need Zoe’s birthday. Where’d she go?"

“Yeah, about that,” Troy grimaced. “It’s best to let the birthday thing go with her. It’s... complicated.”

“What’s complicated?” Angel shrugged. “We live in a zombie-infested world. I spent most of my birthdays alone, playing whack-a-mole with them at the mall. I want to embrace the good, and that includes celebrating birthdays with my new family.”

“I know. But you have to understand Zoe’s birthday has always been a touchy issue. When we were kids, she didn’t like celebrating because she said it was the day her mother gave her away, then when her fathers died, she didn’t want to celebrate at all. If not for Ana convincing her, she wouldn't have celebrated at all."

"Well, what did Ana tell her?" Shannon asked. "Maybe we could do the same thing."

"She told her how happy she was to have a little sister, so they had to celebrate the day she came into the world.”

“That’s so sad but lovely, too,” Shannon stated. “With Ana gone now, it must be especially hard for her.”

Troy sat back and ran a hand through his well-coiffed hair, a somber look in his eyes. “This stays here... right?”

“Of course,” they all agreed.

“Zoe’s birthday is coming up soon. May 24th, to be exact.”

“Wow! So her birthday was just before we all met!” Shanon remarked.

“It was on the day we met. You had to be 25 to be a scout, and that’s what Zoe always wanted to be. She insisted on starting her new position that very day."

“You’re kidding! That’s how she wanted to... Oh my, God,” Shannon covered her mouth as the tragic realization set in.

“Yep,” Troy frowned. “Ana died on Zoe’s birthday.”

“Oh my goodness!” Angel wailed. “That’s terrible!”

“It makes sense that she wouldn’t want to celebrate,” Mina nodded.

“But she’s so special,” Angel inserted. “And it seems unfair to celebrate all of us... but not her.”

“We have to honor her wishes,” Troy insisted. “Eli and I have both spoken to her and told her Ana would have wanted her to celebrate. But Ana was the family she had, her only link to her life before the outbreak. If she’s not ready, we can’t push her.”

“We could just celebrate on another day?” Angel offered. “Like November 9th is official Zoe day!”

But Troy shot the idea down. “I think it’s best we let it be, at least for now.”

~~~~~

Upstairs, Eli sat in bed beside Zoe, gently rubbing the distressed young woman's back.

“She meant well,” Eli mumbled. “I can talk to Angel."

“I’m sure Troy already has,” Zoe said, leaning into Eli’s embrace. She didn't like dwelling on the losses she had endured, but sometimes, like now, it seemed impossible to escape. She tried to lose herself in Eli's woodsy scent and the warmth that radiated from him, but the seed had already been planted, and within moments, her tears began to flow.

“I miss her, Eli," she wailed. "I miss her so much.”

“I know,” he comforted. “I know.”

In a world where no one was immune to tragedy and loss, Zoe knew Eli truly understood. The loss of his brother and the loss of Ana had many parallels; it was something that had drawn them together. She reached out for his hand and held it close. It was good to not be alone.

“I hate that you lost her on your birthday... of all days.”

Zoe tried to shrug it off. “Birthdays weren’t important at the Tower. It was rare that they were even acknowledged. But growing up, Ana and Troy always went out of their way to make me feel special on my day, and I did the same for them.”

“Would it help to tell me about some of those days?” he asked.

“Well, Troy always knew how to... find... treats and things we weren’t supposed to have, even as kids.”

“Good ol’ Troy,” Eli smirked.

“Exactly! He’d knock at our door with some cookies or candy in hand. They weren’t even all that good – but compared to what we usually ate, we thought it was incredible! Ana did her best to keep some of our family traditions alive, but she even admitted she wasn’t sure she was doing them correctly. We were so young when the outbreak happened, and with all the trauma, her memory wasn't the best.”

“So you started your own traditions,” Eli said. "That's what mattered."

“I guess,” Zoe smiled. “As I got older, one of those traditions became Ana securing a whole bunch of beer. We’d lock ourselves in our room, drink entirely too much, and act like total idiots. The evening usually ended with us dancing or Troy putting on some sort of a performance.”

Eli shook his head. “Please tell me he kept his clothes on, at least.”

Zoe laughed at the thought, and Eli instantly felt some of the tension in his shoulders drift away. Seeing her suffer was never easy, and her laughter warmed his heart.

“If he did, I was too drunk to remember.”

“You were lucky to have each other.”

“We were,” she agreed. “What were your birthdays like ... after the outbreak?”

“My birthday was in the winter. That was good because it meant fewer zombies to worry about. We could let our guard down a bit. But winter also meant fewer supplies and sometimes storms so bad we were confined to the cabin. Still, my parents found ways to make it special. My Mom made pudding or a cake when she could, Dad would play his guitar, and David always drew something for me, too.”

Zoe snuggled against his chest. “You were lucky, too.”

“Yeah...” Eli replied with a soft smile. “I was. We were. We still are. We have each other... and all the lunatics downstairs. I don’t have my family anymore, but I have a family again. In this world, most people aren’t lucky enough to get that once, but we got it twice.”

Zoe lurched into an upright position and turned to Eli with a half-smile. “Is this where you tell me that’s why I should still celebrate my birthday? I get that. But I'm not comfortable celebrating the anniversary of my sister’s death."

“Of course not,” he replied, pulling her back to him. “That has to be your call. I just want you to remember, there are still people who are grateful you’re here, who love you very much... and I’m at the top of that list.”

~~~~~

The following day, the gang was up bright and early to head out and scavenge. They piled into their old van, and as Troy drove them through meandering roads, it took Zoe back to that day nearly a year ago. Her chest tightened as the dark cloud attempted to envelop her once again. Angel sat just a few feet away. She had been especially quiet this morning. Knowing it likely had something to do with her, Zoe reached over and squeezed her hand.

“I hope you don’t think I’m upset with you,” Zoe stated. “Because I’m not.”

Angel had a shadow of a smile when she placed her head on Zoe’s shoulder.

“I didn’t mean to bring up any bad memories. I'd never want to hurt you."

“I know that,” Zoe sighed. “My birthday is... complicated, to say the least.”

“I know, Troy explained.”

Troy looked in the rearview mirror, aghast. “Gee, thanks, Angel! What happened to what happened in the great room, stayed in the great room?”

“It’s all right, Troy,” Zoe chuckled. “I know you’re trying to help me.”

Zoe took a deep breath before addressing her friends. "I'd like to give you an explanation. Ana and I had two fathers; our mother wasn't in my life from the start. From what I was told, she left my father one day when he went to pick up Ana from school. He was distraught and happy when she returned a couple weeks later. But she didn't come back to stay; she wanted to let him know she was pregnant. She wanted a divorce, but she didn't want me. But Papa convinced her to have me and promised he'd raise me and Ana alone. She agreed, and on the day I was born, she handed me over and never saw me again.”

“Zoe,” Shanon whimpered, taking her friend’s other hand.

“Yeah, well, screw her!” Angel blurted. “It was her loss! Your Dad & Ana loved you. That’s all that mattered.”

“But how did you end up with two dads?” Mina asked.

“Papa, my bio-dad, was good friends with Sam. After my mother left, he was there to help my father and Ana through. By the time I was born, they had fallen in love and not long after, they were married, and Sam legally adopted us. Ana said they were so happy; our family was complete."

“So the story had a happy ending,” Shannon started. “Until the outbreak, at least.”

“Yep,” Zoe snapped. “But at least I had Ana and later Troy – they became my family, and Ana insisted I celebrated my birthday each year. But now that she’s gone, I just....”

She shielded her eyes when her voice cracked, not wanting others to see her cry, but she was following no one.

Eli and Troy shot each other a look of concern in the front seat as Shanon, Angel, and Mina tended to Zoe.

“I’m just afraid,” Zoe sniffled. “I’m afraid I’ll forget the little I know about my family. Ana was my touchstone; everything I knew about Papa and Dad was because of her, and she’s gone...”

“You’ll remember,” Eli called back. “You’ll remember, and we’ll help you. You can tell us the stories you know over and over again, and we’ll help keep those memories alive.”

“That’s a great idea,” Shanon nodded. “We could all talk about our former lives so we don’t forget the things that make us who we are today.”

“I’m so glad I have all of you,” Zoe declared.

“And we’re glad we have you,” Angel replied as the women embraced in a group hug.

The van wobbled slightly as Troy pulled over to the side of the road.

“Ladies,” he smiled. “And Eli...of course... we’re here. If you want some time, Eli and I could start, and...”

“No,” Zoe insisted, standing up and dusting herself off. “No, we have a job to do. Let’s do it!”

They split into groups to survey the well-picked-over stores and homes on their route. It didn't take long to realize they weren't going to find much in the rubble. Zoe was about to announce they should call it a day when something caught her eye.

Using her jacket sleeve, she brushed a thick layer of dust off a glass counter and smiled tenderly as she gazed at the treasure inside. She reached in and pulled out an old, weathered doll. The poor thing had seen better days but was in remarkably good condition. Her dainty porcelain face and arms were still in tact, and while her clothing was in need of a wash and had some loose trimming, it was amazing it survived this long. Noticing the enchanted look on his friend's face, Troy snuck up behind her.

“Whatcha got there?” He asked.

“A doll,” Zoe beamed. “I remember Ana and I had similar ones when we were little. Look!” She handed the doll to Troy. “I think her clothing is traditional Mexican attire. Papa was Mexican, and I believe my mother was half Mexican, too...”

“I know that,” Troy winked, handing the doll back to Zoe. “And you did have dolls like this growing up."

"I did? How do you know that?" She asked.

"Because Ana had described them to me. She told me to be on the lookout, and if I ever found one, to please let her know."

Zoe took the doll back, a feeling of contentment she hadn't felt in days washed over her.

"I think you need to give her a new home," Troy smiled.

“I most certainly do!"

Home. Zoe couldn’t wait to get home. She wanted to clean her new treasure and reminisce about a simpler time. Perhaps she could find more information in the old encyclopedia Troy put in the library. She looked out the window of the moving van; the sky was now just whisps amber in a field of grey as the day neared its end. Home. She was heading home surrounded by her new family and the tranquility of the moment was cherished... but, alas, short-lived.

“Whoa, watch over there!” Eli yelled, pointing to a shadowy figure lurking on the side of the road. He raised his bow into position.

But as they neared the figure, something in Zoe came alive.

“Eli, wait,” she blurted. “Don’t shoot... I don’t think that’s a drone; it looks like a person.”

“And that makes them any safer?” Eli questioned.

“It’s an old lady,” Shannon snapped back. “She shouldn’t be out by herself at this time of day!”

“In the woods, no less,” Mina chimed in.

“Troy,” Zoe ordered. “Stop the van.”

“What?” Eli spat. “Are you out of your mind.”

“I said stop the van!”

Zoe opened the sliding door and jumped before anyone could stop her; Eli and the others were quick at her heels.

“What are you doing?” Mina asked. “You have no idea who that is!”

"Finally, some logic," Eli muttered.

“It’s an old woman out alone at night, and I’m not about to leave her. I know we live in a dangerous world, but if we lose our humanity - then we will truly have nothing left."

"Fine," Eli said, holding his bow in place. "But I'm keeping this out... just in case."

“Simmer down there, cowboy,” Troy mocked. “She’s hunched over and looks like she is ninety years old!”

“No matter... one wrong move....”

“Excuse me,” Zoe said, startling the old woman at first. “Do you need help? You shouldn’t be alone at night... especially not in the woods. It will be completely dark any moment now."

The woman turned to Zoe slowly, and even in the dim light, with her wiry grey curls covering much of her face, it was easy to see her gentle smile and the kind look in her warm, brown eyes.

“It’s all right, child. I’ll manage. I always do.”

“Do you live around here? Can we at least give you a ride home?”

"The world is my home."

“You don't... you don't have," Zoe turned and looked at the others, but made the split-second decision on her own. "You're welcome to come with us and stay at our colony, at least for the night.”

The woman looked over Zoe’s shoulder at her friends huddled behind her, nodding at Eli, who still had his bow aimed in her direction.

“That one loves you very much,” the old woman teased.

Zoe looked back and rolled her eyes. “Eli, put the bow down.”

“No, no, no... mi vida,” the old woman smiled. “Leave it be. He’s protecting you; you should be grateful to him. But I assure you, I am of no danger to you.”

“Eli....” Zoe repeated, but he was unmoved.

“Not... just... yet.”

“I'm sorry," Zoe apologized. "If it makes you feel any better, that’s how he and I met, too, and now... I love him.”

“That’s good to know,” the old woman chortled.

“Look, if you don’t have someplace to stay tonight, our colony isn't far from here. Come and stay with us."

“Oh, no," she shook her head, the grey curls bouncing in every direction. "I don’t do well living in colonies.”

Zoe couldn't explain why, but something inside her couldn't let this woman walk away. She had to protect her, and no was an unacceptable answer.

“I understand, but just for the night, then. You can wash up, get a good night's sleep, have some breakfast, and be off in the morning if you like. What do you say?"

She looked between Zoe and her friends, and with a polite nod, she agreed for just one night.

Troy extended his hand before helping the woman into the van.

"Hello, I'm Troy. I'm the nice one.”

"Troy," Zoe laughed, playfully hitting the back of his head. "Shut up!"

"We're all nice," Angel grinned. "Even the scary-looking one up front... as long as you're not a zombie or don't cross us."

"I'll take that into account," she smiled.

"I should introduce everyone. I'm Zoe, and you've already been introduced to Troy. This is Shannon, Mina, and Eli."

"It's very nice to meet you all. My name is Adelina."

Shannon was the first to reply. "It's lovely to meet you, Adelina." She gestured to a bag at her side. "We can eat back at Olympus, but there is water here if you'd like some."

"Thank you," Adelia replied, happily drinking the bottle of water in one long gulp. Zoe smiled. Obviously, the woman needed more help than she let on.

"We should be back home in about twenty minutes," Zoe informed. "You can rest if you like."

"Gracias, mi vida. I think I'll do just that."

Adelia looked out at the night sky. The shades of amber were long gone, replaced by a swath of black velvet. The scattered silver speckles were stars, the stars that would guide them home.

Home, Adelia smiled, then drifted off to sleep.

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#wake the dead #wake the dead choices #eli sipes #troy hassan #shannon fox #angel savage #choices fanfic #playchoices #playchoices fanfic #choices stories you play #eli x zoe

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divine-victory · 28 days ago

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TRICK OR TREAT DEEEEEE <3

Treat! 👻

I hope this makes up a bit for Marigolds 🫶🏻😌 this is set in an AU in which Shanon survives the accident and her and Buck Become friends while in PT. For contestants In this AU they were both at the Pier with Chris and Shanon was Buck’s liaison to Chris through the lawsuit so he never lost contact 🫶🏻

“C’mon Buck, lighten up, it's a party!” Shanon says shoving Bucks shoulder playfully. A much easier feat considering Buck is hunched in on himself, Shanon hates to be a cliche but the resemblance to a kicked puppy is uncanny.

Buck doesn’t quite unfurl at the teasing, but he does turn to look at Shannon. One day Shannon will find out at the laws of physics Buck break to somehow manage to look up at her through his lashes while they’re both standing. But for now she is left to just wonder at it as Buck finally speaks.

“I don’t know,” he says, forehead furrowed. “Isn’t it a bit morbid?”

“It’s a Halloween party!” Shanon defends mock offended. She shakes the blood bags at him to emphasize her point. “It’s supposed to be at least a bit morbid.”

She knows Buck is mostly anxious about starting back the firehouse tomorrow. Knows the attitude and the negativity comes from the fact that Eddie refused to come in when he was dropping Chris off. And she gets it, really. She understands being at the wrong end of Eddie’s grudges better than most. But Buck won, he gets to go back to the firehouse like he wanted and that’s something to celebrate.

They almost lost their lives to a tsunami only months after each surviving their own near fatal accident. They deserve to celebrate the wins they get.

“Halloween is tomorrow,” Buck corrects like the pedantic brat he is at heart. Shanon rolls her eyes even though her chest is filled with fondness.

“Fine, a Halloween Eve party,” she amends as she sticks the cartoonish zombie sticker to the mocktail blood bag. “Either way Chris is too to get a kick out of a tsunami based party, and you know it. Plus we want to celebrate your return home!”

“Tsk, Some celebration,” Buck says, mouth twisting in something that tries to be contempt. But Shanon can easily be recognized as hurt. “We’re the only ones attending.”

“That’s only because Maddie had to work,” Shanon exclaims. Then she turns to look where Chris is diligently setting up a board game and in a calmer tone ask. “Plus, aren’t we enough?”

Buck turns to look too. Watches Chris bite his tongue in the same way Eddie does when he is concentrating on something and notices the abundance of fake blood and waves decor spread out throughout Shanon’s two bedroom apartment and realizes how close they came to losing this. Losing each other in the Tsunami. Or worse never having gotten to connect. After all either one of them could have died in the accidents that lead them to PT.

But they didn’t. They survived, they fought together and they bonded over the pain and frustration. And now Buck can’t quite remember not having Shanon on his side. It’s like he gained a younger sister. One equally as stubborn and impulsive as him but one that he wouldn’t trade for the world.

He straightens up then. Because Shanon is annoyingly right. They’re enough.

#911 abc #evan buckley #buddie #Shanon Diaz #christopher diaz #Shanon Lives AU #trick or treat #Dee writes

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ex-foster · 4 months ago

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“I would like to make amends with Simone personally – I’m just waiting for her and [her younger sister] Adria,” Biles added in her interview with the Mail. “I speak to Adria more than I speak to Simone. I would just ask her to forgive me. Can we move forward? Don’t judge me on my past. Let’s move forward.”

It is really suspect that her mother is using a public medium to reach out to Simone rather than contacting her privately. It seems to me that she's trying to save face. Also "don't judge"? As if foster youth aren't ruthlessly judged themselves. Foster youth also need to learn how to judge characters to determine who is safe and who is not. What exactly does "moving forward" mean in this context?

"Shanon Biles, who is now sober and working as a grocery store cashier, said she has Simone Biles’s number but is waiting for her to choose to make contact."

Putting the onus completely on the child to reunify, especially on a public forum puts such enormous pressure on Simone. I'm sure there are people out there that expect Simone to forgive her mother and reunify for a hallmark moment but this is so unrealistic and unfair. Reunification is not the heartwarming scene that many of the public wants to believe. An unpresent parent leaves emotional scars and feelings of abandonment and unworthiness. Attempts at reunification as an adult, especially for a child who has achieved incredible success, can be viewed as insincere. Reunification is difficult enough, but doing so with an audience is just humiliating. I really feel for Simone here.

#simone biles #Reunification #Foster care #Foster care reunification #Adoption trauma #Kinship care

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invaderdoom78 · 10 months ago

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Rad likes robots Radmon version

It had been storming all day and it led to Rad, Enid, and Ko being incredibly bored at work as no customers had been in all morning, the most business they'd gotten was when Brandon and a Real Magic Skeleton stopped in to get some snacks for their own boring work shifts.

"This sucks!" Rad groaned, flopping on top of the counter that Enid was sitting behind scrolling through her phone as Ko mopped up the wet foot prints Brandon and RMS left behind "I'm so bored"

"Eh," Enid shrugged, not looking up from her phone, glad that no customers were in the store

"I wonder if Boxman is planing to attack the plaza today?" Ko asked, wringing out the mop

"Why would he?" Rad asked "even robots hate going out in the rain" as if on cue the alarm went off and from the sky came two Boxmore boxes and a single oversized rose landed in the parking lot. Rad sighed, as much as he liked fighting villains he didn't want to go out into that rain "great"

"Let's get this over with" Enid sighed, putting on her jacket

It was not a fun fight as the hero's had figured the Boxbots weren't waterproof and the rain was going to mess them up, but they were and were even using the rain to their advantage.

"Rad!" Enid exclaimed dodging every punch Raymond made at her

"Enid!" Ko yelled bearly dodging Darrell's attacks "guys, I need help! And my hair keeps falling in my face"

"Of course these jerks would choose to attack in the middle of a thunder storm" Enid grunted as she struggled to keep Raymond in a choke hold only for him to slip away a moment later

"Yeah" Raymond said after he'd kicked Enid in the face

"You look a little… under the weather" Shannon taunted as she fought Rad "let me get you… a blanket!" Her body flattened out so she could wrap around the blue alien "now that you’re tucked in, I’d better put you to sleep!" Rad gasped for air as the metal around him constricted "not feeling snuggly, eh?" She released him and jumped away "well, how about a change in the forecast" she transformed into a tornado

"Beautiful form sister!" Raymond praised

"Nice one, Shannon!" Darrell said right before Ko kicked him in the face, blinding the robot with his muddy feet

Now that the young hero was free he ran over to his friend to help him, power punching Shannon into a nearby tree.

"Thanks, bud" Rad said

Shanon groaned as she shook the leaves off her head "I'm gonna get you, you little brat!"

Raymond noticed the dark clouds above the tree's and heard the faint rumbling of thunder along with some small flickers of light. Assuming that lightning was about to strike the tree he activated his penalty box, planing on using it to knock his sister out of the tree but instead of striking the tree the lightning was drawn to him sending enough electricity through his system that it shut him down for a few seconds. When he rebooted the first thing he saw was Rad and he felt the circuitry in his chest warm up. Shannon managed to pull herself out of the tree and activated the buzzsaw's in her hands and feet, fully intending on using all four on the alien hero but someone shoved him out of the way before she could strike.

"Wha—" Rad was confused when he saw that Raymond was on top of him and realized that he was the one that saved him “huh? Ra-Raymond? Did you just… save me?"

"Oh," Raymond blushed just now realizing what he'd done "I… I guess I did"

"Why?" Rad asked, trying to suppress his own blush

"… I don't know"

The alien and robot starred into each others eyes, nether one sure what to do, until Ko and Enid grabbed Rad while Shannon and Darrell grabbed Raymond so they could pull the two apart.

"What's wrong with your robot?" Enid demanded

"What's wrong with your boy?" Darrell retorted

"I don't know" Enid growled before whispering to her friend "Rad, what's wrong with you?"

"Nothin'!" Rad mumbled looking embarrassed

"Okay," Darrell started as he and his sister started backing up "well, this is weird and we're gonna leave"

"Right," Enid said as she and Ko also started backing away "let's just go and figure this out separately, in our own area's"

"Agreed. We'll finish this after"

The two groups made it back to their respective buildings Rad giving Raymond a small wave when he noticed that the robot was waving at him, feeling a tad guilty when he noticed the sports bot looked upset that they were being separated.

"So what happened out there?" Enid asked, relaxing behind the counter

"I'm not sure" Rad said, stacking some green cans, he didn't need to but he wanted to find something to distract himself "he must've just caught me off guard is all" he let out a startled yelp when he realized he'd stacked the cans to look like Raymond and, without thinking, used his power to knock them over as he fell

"Dude," Enid started, "what's wrong with you?"

"I have no idea" Rad groaned

"Well knock it off 'cause you're weirding me out"

"Maybe you should take a break" Ko suggested

"I'm gonna go sit in my van for a bit" Rad sighed getting up

Thankfully the rain had stopped and the only thing he had to worry about were the puddles. Pulling open the door of his van Rad flopped himself onto the blankets and pillows he kept in the back. Taking out his phone he started scrolling through his social media planning on just looking at some cute cat pictures and before he realized it he was on Raymonds profile; he was really handsome but Rad would rather jump straight into rush hour traffic than admit that out loud.

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Once the Boxbots got back home Raymond couldn't stop himself from pacing in the common room while Darrell watched him from the couch and Shannon was looking at her phone on one of the beanbags.

"So, why'd you save Rad anyway?" Shannon asked "he's such a dweeb"

"Hey," Raymond shouted "he is not a dweeb!"

"Wow" Darrell and Shannon said looking at the other

"Oh, why do I want to feel his warm fleshy arms wrapped around me?" Raymond mumbled bitting his knuckle, thinking it was quiet enough that his siblings couldn't hear, but they did

"This is getting kinda outta hand don't you think" Darrell whispered to his sister

"Yeah" Shannon whispered back "should we, like, talk to him?"

"Yeah," Darrell said getting up "hey Raymond! Don't you think we should get back to fightin' those lame goody two shoes?"

"No" Raymond sighed "I don't want to fight Radicles and I don't want you guy's fighting him either"

"But! But!" Darrell stammered "you know you can’t just go around with a Hero! He represents everything we’re against! When Daddy finds out he's gonna be so mad at you"

"You should just reboot" Shannon suggested "that lightning probably fried your circuits. Let's take a look" she got up and grabbed her brothers hair so she could look inside his head "yup, these are done for"

"Hey," Raymond said slapping his sisters hand away "get out of there!"

"Yeah!" Darrell exclaimed happily "just reboot yourself into a new body, and you’ll be back to normal. I do it all the time for funsies!" He pushed his reboot button and blew up only for his new body to reapers a few seconds latter "see!"

"Yes," Raymond sighed "perhaps I should" but he didn't want to. He couldn't quiet explain it but he liked these feeling. He's never denied to himself that he thought Rad was hot and he did enjoy the rivalry they had together "I need to think about somethings"

"What's there to think about?" Darrell asked

"I don't know" Raymond sighed, growing frustrated at his siblings "I just need to think!"

With that he stormed out of the room, shoving past the other two robots, and went straight to his room. Maybe he could distract himself by reminiscing about his past sports accomplishments by looking at his wall of pictures. Someone had taken pictures of him and Rads dance battle at the Plaza Prom and he'd originally printed them out because whoever had taken them had done a magnificent job of capturing his good side but the alian was also in all of them and suddenly he was second guessing his reasoning for hanging them up. Has he been having these feelings for a while and just not realized it; after all that had been one of the most exhilarating fights he's ever had.

Oh what was he to do? His siblings were no help, well maybe Ernesto would be but he was always so busy, and he couldn't talk to coach dad about it as he'd surly be discontinued for being attracted to a hero. Dropping onto his window bench he sighed dramatically, slumping against the window so he could look out at the plaza's parking lot. Wait, maybe this was his chance to get things sorted out. Getting up from his seat the sports bot knew what he had to do, poking his head out into the hall to make sure neither of his siblings were out there before sneaking off to the Plaza.

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This was stupid, Raymond thought to himself as he stood in front of Rad's van, fist raised ready to knock on the door. You don't know what to say to him you didn't think of a plan before coming over. Lowering his arm he was about to run back home when the vans door slid open.

"You!" Rad exclaimed, stumbling back into his van at the villains appearance "what're you doin' here?"

"I, uh," Raymond was frozen on the spot, unsure of what to do now "well, I uh"

"Did you come here to finish our fight!?" Rad asked, getting ready for a fight

"No, of course not!" Raymond exclaimed holding up his hands to show he's not a threat

"Really?" Rad asked not bothering to hide his suspicion

"Yes, I think I came here to talk"

"You think?" Rad asked

"Yeah," Raymond said, grabbing his arm "I've been pretty confused since our last fight and I can't talk to my siblings or dad about it"

"So you think talking to me is going to help?" Rad asked, sitting himself on the edge of his van floor his feet planted on the pavement so he could rest his arms on his lap

"Maybe"

Rad sighed "Well, you might as well have a seat then"

"Thank you" Raymon smiled at the alien

What Raymond didn't know was that his brother and sister were watching him from their bedrooms a choir of daddy ringing out as Darrell and Shannon ran to Boxman's office.

"What!?" Boxman demanded, slamming his fists on his desk

"Raymond has a crush on one of the bodega dweebs" Shannon said

"And he won't reboot to get rid of it" Darrell added

"Ok and?" Boxman asked

"You're not mad?" Darrell asked

"No, why would I be?" Boxman asked, getting back to what he was working on before his children interrupted "it's just a phase and it'll go away on it's own"

"But..." Darrell started

"Look the more you try and fight it the more he's going to want to defy you by actively attempting to date him"

"But, but" Darrell stammer out "how do you know for sure?"

Lord Boxman's human eye quickly darted away from his children for a second "Trust me on this, besides I'm going to be sending you three out to attack the plaza soon so if it is just a fluke in his programing then you can let them reboot him"

"Well," Shanon started "can we attack them now?"

"Sure" Boxman shrugged "why not"

Once his robotic children were gone, Boxman swiveled around in his chair so he could see exactly who his son was crushing on, but he didn't have a view of Rad's van from his office window.

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"You really think he'd discontinue you because you've got a crush on a hero?" Rad asked

"I'm not sure" Raymond sighed, laying back on the vans floor

"I don't think he would" Rad said, leaning back on his hands "you're the best fighter out of all your siblings so it'd be pretty stupid to get rid of you"

"You think I'm a good fighter?" Raymond asked, sitting up so he could see Rad's face

"Uh, well, yeah" Rad said, avoiding looking at the sports bot

"You know. You're a pretty strong fighter yourself" Raymond said, gently nudging Rad with his shoulder

"Th-thanks" Rad said, blushing pretty hard

Had they always been sitting so close together or was he just imagining the closeness. Turning his head Rad saw that Raymond was looking at him with half-lidded eyes and a small smile; if his face wasn't completely purple before it was now.

"The inside of your van is really nice"

"It better be" Rad tried to hide his fluster behind his usual bravado "I reupholstered this baby myself" it was half true as his dad had helped him

"Tell me Radicles" Raymond said resting a hand on the hero's shoulder "how comfortable is it inside"

Rad didn't get to answer as a Boxmore box landed in front of the van.

"What are you doing here, Raymond!" Shannon growled

Scoffing, Raymond rolled his eyes "What'er you guys doing here?"

"Dad, wants us to attack the Plaza" Shannon said, crossing her arms over her chest "and that includes your little boyfriend over there"

"Hey," Rad protested, shooting to his feet "he's not my boyfriend!"

"Yeah, right" Shannon said, rolling her eyes "that's why your hanging out together in your van?"

"He just showed up here"

"Thats true" Raymond said also getting up "it was simply a coincidence that we ran into each other"

"Bull," Shannon said, activating the buzzsaws in her hands

"Rad" Ko yelled as he and Enid ran out of the bodega

"Don't worry man" Enid said "we're coming" she saw how close Raymond was to her friend and assumed that he was planing on attacking Rad "get away from him!"

"Enid wait" Rad said, trying to stop his friend from attacking the sports bot, but he wasn't quick enough and Raymond was knocked down by her Power Foot Fireball

"Hey!" Raymond exclaimed, glaring up at the ninja "what was that for?"

"What was that for?" Enid asked "you're attacking the Plaza!"

"He wasn't actually" Rad said, helping Raymond up "we were just talking about what had happened earlier then those two showed up"

"Really?" Enid asked looking confused

"Yes," Raymond scoffed, dusting himself off "I have no desire to fight you guys"

"Excuse me!" Shannon yelled "don't ignore us"

"Yeah!" Darrell exclaimed activating his arm cannon "so step away from Raymond so we can fight" he took aim at Rad

"No!" Raymond exclaimed, pushing his crush out of the way only to be taken out by the blast

"Oh wow" Enid said, surprised at the robots sacrifice

The guilt of destroying his brother overtook him and he crumbled in front of the smoldering remains of Raymond, a waterfall of tears coming from his eye.

"Oh wait" Darrell said, stopping mid cry "this means he'll be back to normal! Let's meet up with him back inside"

"Looks like you losers get to live another day," Shannon chuckled, running back to Boxmore with her brother

Kicking down the door the two Box Bots found Raymond sitting in his room, brushing out his hair since it always got messed up when he was rebooted.

"Raymond!" Darrell exclaimed, happily running up to his brother

"How do you feel now?" Shannon asked

"Fine" Raymond sighed

"You still have a crush on Rad?" Shannon asked

"No, of course not" Raymond sneered

"Good" Darrell said, walking Raymond over to the window where Rad, Enid, and Ko talking outside of the van "because they're still out there if you want to get back to the fight"

Oh no. When he saw Rad again Raymond realized the feelings were still there, maybe not as strong now, but at least now he could act like he still hated the hero.

#ok ko let's be heroes #ok ko #radmond #rad x raymond #ok ko rad #ok ko raymond #ok ko ko #ok ko enid #ok ko shannon #ok ko darrell #ok ko lord boxman

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try-set-me-on-fire · 1 year ago

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I do want to know about quilt shop au for the ask game

What if Eddie did leave with Shannon to LA when she wanted to go and they divorced anyway but they’re still friends, what if he started working in his aunt’s fabric store, what if he remembered that he loved to sew when he was younger but was only really allowed to do it under certain circumstances (repairing clothes that wore out or making things they needed around the house or making his sisters’ quinceañera dresses) and wasn’t supposed to just want to do it for fun because he’s a man and men aren’t supposed to like these kinds of things, what if he comes to terms that it really doesn’t matter or make him any less of a man if likes to make pretty things but still can’t quite admit he’s attracted to men because, well, he can be the guy that sews but he’s not going to be the gay guy who sews, what if a hot firefighter comes into the store because he wants to make a quilt for his soon to be born niece and he’s kind of disaster at it but his hearts in the right place, what if Eddie is a very neat and precise sewer and Buck is extremely off the cuff and it drives him a little crazy but maybe is teaching him that he doesn’t need to try so hard to be in control all the time, what if he falls in love, what if Shannon has also been on a journey of self discovery, what if she comes out to him and he laughs and she gets mad but oh no please I’m not laughing at you I’ve just fallen in love with a boy and we were really never going to work out huh, what if what was supposed to be a fun little fic about a hobby I enjoy turns into something kind of melancholy about feeling like you’ve wasted time trying to not be something you are, what if Buck has secretly been making Eddie a quilt and he feels kind of dumb when he gives it to him because Eddie could make something way better and neater himself, but what if no one has ever thought to work so hard on something beautiful just for Eddie, what if making a quilt is a time consuming task of love!! What if they’re in love!!!

Mostly inspired by the fact that i like to make quilts, also partly by this song they were playing a lot for a while on my favorite radio station. After the oh my god we’re both gay??? conversation Eddie is going to be talking about Buck and mentions that he has terrible ironing habits and Shanon is going to be like “??? He doesn’t iron all his seams and you didn’t black out and commit an act of sewing motivated violence??? How good is the dick????” And Eddie is going to be like “what? We’re not actually together yet. Also what why would I do that?” And she’s like “…. Babe. You didn’t stay stitch the neckline on Christopher’s Halloween costume three years ago and I know you still feel guilty about it” and Eddie’s all frowning “it could have warped” and she cracks up “could have. Could have but didnt. And you’re letting this man walk around with improperly pressed quilt blocks? I’m just saying this seems serious…”

#asked and answered #quilt shop au

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niehaused · 2 years ago

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So about that scene in WN where Beatrice is reading that journal entry to Ava...

I’ve only watched Warrior nun once this weekend, but I went back to rewatch this scene in particular and, there is just SO SO much to unpack from the suitcase this scene dropped on my lap

1. Ava being like daamn she's translating straight from french that's hot (ava is someone who has effectively so far, missed on her entire life, missed on the most basic stuff walking, sensory tactile daily input, socialization outside of abuse. So she's truly getting to know and see and experience everything for the first time, she is hungry for living and knowing and finding out. So in this sense ofc it makes absolute sense that she'd be attracted to Beatrice who is pretty much a walking library, she's attracted to her on an instinctual level from moment one, she's just not rationalized yet that she is, but the magnetism is there)

2. Ava repeating the word lesbich, because ofc her golden retriever brain would be like hey I know a whole new word and in a foreign language how cool is that?!! While also being painfully unaware that that word carries so much weight and pain for Beatrice and must be likely cringing internally to have the object of her affection just throwing the word around like it's nothing

3. Ava's 'yeah she did!'. Once again reaching only an initial level of analysis and being excited because the nun in the story is a bada$s who just won't put up with abuse, cause in her eyes that must be literally so cool therefore violence and retribution is righteous.

4. And then being crestfallen when she's notices Beatrice strong reaction to the whole story, then she's capable of grasping a deeper level of understanding of everything that's behind. It's not just retribution, it's hatred and fear and abject pain. She gets a glimpse of the other side of the coin, what the nun in the story/Beatrice deals with. A blinding rage, and overwhelming pain. It's not justice driving the sword, it's trauma. Her facial expression switched in seconds as does her approach to the rest of the story.

5. Now she's able to see a connection between the warrior nun in this journal and Bea, she knows it is something primal but still can't put her finger exactly on what, yet she can feel that an immense pain is the thread that weaves both the story and Bea's visceral response to it.

6. Bea's realization that she's isn't the only one, she's not the only gay warrior sister. Up to this point I'm sure she must have felt isolated even inside her religious community, which became her family. They know who she is, but they don't know her completely. But there was someone just like her, through time, even at the distance she's not alone, and she can also reach that feeling of being fully herself and at peace (I’ll forever wonder how Bea related to Shanon and Mary about this specific point).

7. Bea being pissed at Ava's obliviousness. Ava being so close to the central theme of the story but still failing to connect they last final dots, which would save Bea an enormous amount of time working to an admission or confession of her love (which we actually didn't get, only after Ava was gone. Not even when Ava kissed her, not even when Ava took the leap and actually said I love you. Bea just wasn't going to be able to take those steps on time), if Ava could just realize by herself what Bea is feeling for her... But she doesn't and then Bea snaps because rly ava?! C'mon work with us here.

8. Bea's gut wrenching admission that she became an academic overachiever to compensate for being gay. Now this is actually personal to me and I'm sure to most of the queer community, we've been there. Bea at some point literally felt she had no value as a person, only through discipline and excellence in everything she does :’( she probably still feels that way, up until meeting Ava.

9. Bea dead a$s saying: 'What (who) you love, what (who) should make you happy only brings you pain'... while looking directly at ava.... Ava, sweaty, darling, honey baby, adoptive child of literal divine light, god’s chosen champion... my sister in Christ. Bea is pouring out her bleeding heart, looking straight into your eyes, admitting that even tho she loves you and you make her happy, you bring her pain. And in so many ways, as a christian believer/nun who's been told her whole life that being gay means your are doomed and automatically going to super hell, as a young queer woman who has gone to the almost ultimate stage of self denial of herself and her sexuality by becoming a nun, as a sister warrior entrusted with the safety of the halo bearer, as Ava’s very first and actual close friend, as a gay mess who’s trying so hard to keep her feelings on check because her relationship to Ava involves literally the world’s salvation and she has no idea if Ava is exclusively straight/or remotely queer. I cannot even with this specific exchange pls. This pained me on a molecular level because I was transported to my crush on a girl I met at bible camp when I was a prepubescent. (Yes I was at one point and against my will, an uncool christian nerd I’m no stranger to christianity and its multicomplex traumatic interseccion with queerness). And I still to this day wonder what became of Irene my Bible camp crush

10. Ava (despite not reaching the full understanding of the situation that Bea would like her to have) is emotionally smart, so whatever it is that's bothering Bea so much, she'll offer to listen to her, and if she isn't ready to do so, she can wait; but in the meantime she'll make damn sure to let Bea know that Beatrice isn't just 'barely acceptable', nor 'simply enough'. She is seen, she is full, whole and beautiful.

I did NOT need to have Beatrice thrusted upon me, introduced only to be taken away like this. I was living just fine without this knowledge, but yet here we are

#warrior nun #analysis #sister beatrice #can't believe we don't even have her last name #ava silva #once again tumblrs lesbians kicked me into a new show #I think this will be my only post about warrior nun #just had to process this particular scene #no I am not crying over the fact that I have bonded over a fictional character that is not coming back #also Alba is portuguese #portugal can you truly chill for 5 mins or like a whole decade? bro

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thosedangnuns · 1 year ago

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Assigning d&d alignments to Warrior Nun characters

This was not as easy as I thought it would be - feel free to disagree! Many characters change throughout the course of the show - so often I'm giving a before/after. WTH am I talking about? --

Ava starts CN - caring only for herself, without a moral compass but no malice to her actions.

But as she starts to care for her sisters she is willing to make the ultimate sacrifice: CG

Bea starts as the paragon of LG, fighting for good (and God) even at the expense of her own identity

But when the usual methods fail to protect Ava and her sisters she says to hell with the rules: NG

Camila starts LN - the rule follower at the OCS, doing her job even if it's not always the right thing to do.

But when she receives her message from god she slips to NG, willing to bend the rules and her faith for her sisters.

When we first meet Superion she is a solid LN, burned by rejection but still faithful to the church (if not god)

But after the betrayal she positively rejoices in breaking the rules to protect her daughters: CG

Mary is the epitome of CG - she is doing the right thing, for the right reasons, but she is doing it her way

And if you disagree with that you can talk to her two shotguns.

Lilith is LN throughout - fueled by her own righteousnous, for better of for worse - morals be damned.

Even final Lilith I don't believe is inherently evil, just misguided, fighting for her own justice.

Yasmine is NG throughout - willing to go against the church when necessary but still appreciating traditions.Traditions say not to eat anything that looks like a penis but corn on the cob is ok I guess ily Yasmine

Everything Shanon did she did for her sisters, and while she hid secrets from the OCS...she did so only because she knew about Vincent. She's definitely a G - probably an LG.

Fight me on this one Vincent is NG throughout, despite what is perhaps a CN or CE past. Even 'evil' Vincent's actions are for his version of the greater good. He is under a classic charm person spell (which is btw NOT mind control)

Duretti, power hungry, is a textbook LN. He wields it to get what he wants. While most of what he does is good, he is willing to commit atrocities to achieve it.

Salvius is the epitome of TN, while she loves her son her sacrifices for him are not even close to selfless.

And even her assistance to the sisters is more self-preservation and hope for Michael than altruism.

Kristian starts LN, using power to his own ends, but not malevolently. And by S2 he is classic LE, corrupted by power and clearly enjoying it.

JC and pals are classing CN, they're out for themselves, without intent to harm anyone else. While you could argue that JC started to drift towards CG he was just smitten with Ava (we've all been there)

(Chanel is an exception, because while she appears to be in it for the grift, she's the only one of the gang who shows Ava selfless and unconditional love). She is also objectively perfect. CG.

Miguel has some of that Lilith righteousness to him, so while his sacrifice is for the greater good... I'm not sure it was good that motivated him rather than duty. Iffy LN.

Adriel talks a big game, but he's only looking out for one man - Adriel. As a petty thief he may have once been TN, but he is now blatantly evil, though whether NE or LE is maybe unclear.

Can you assign an alignment to a god? If Reya has an alignment I haven't seen it. Just like ants probably can't tell if the human that stepped on their nest by accident is actually a decent person.

My man Carl will prob plead the Nuremburg defence but assuming he has free will then his actions are his. Even his final defeat of Adriel comes at Reya's behest, not his own. Carl is LN at best.

🤷‍♀️

#save warrior nun #warrior nun #ava silva #sister beatrice #sister yasmine #avatrice #mother superion #sister camila #sister lilith #dnd #dungeons and dragons #I kind of forgot Tumblr exists sorry #who knew you could only add thirty images #hi nun friends #bird app trash

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diazpatcher · 10 months ago

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me gustas tu

A 5+1 Buck Eddie fic of how their love bloomed

The note was in his, well their shared locker next to the picture of Christopher and Shanon. Buck had reread it five times, probably even more often. "My sisters is getting married and I'd rather bring you than some meaningless date," and on the bottom it had a yes and no box to tick, "just tick the boy mi carino." Bucks pretty sure his face was as red as the engine behind him.

Naturally he said yes.

#911 fox #eddie diaz #evan buckley #buddie #fanfiction #5 + 1 fic #5+1 things #911 spoilers #buddie fic #softish burn #it started w lil notes #grey writes

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semi-imaginary-place · 2 months ago

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umineko ep7 pt2

Slaps roof of character wow they get so many names and character designs and personalities/personas. We got ushiromiya lion and the red suit. Clair the white ghost witch who has the role of urban legend beatrice who also shows up as elder sister gold Beatrice in .. ep5? And then chick younger sister beatrice. Then we got the og italian beatrice, and her incest daughter kuwadorian beatrice2. Oh yeah and gaap is also a beatrice. Lion and beatrice have gold hair why does shannon have dark hair.

Natsuhi and battler are so right, go get rudolph's cheating two timing ass. Rudolph being all torn up about battler hating him and cheating, and kyrie is out there popping off champagne and dancing on asumu's grave. It says something that 12 year old battler was more emotionally mature than kyrie. Kyrie to some degree even resented battler and hated asumu enough she was resolved to kill her. Battler meanwhile doesn't hold rudolph's decisions against ange and even admires kyrie. 12 year old battler shouldn't have carelessly promised things he couldn't keep. forgetting about what he said is so 12 year old core. In a way you can think the ushiromiya family incident as rudolph's fault. It sounds like shanon was more infatuated with the idea of marriage than any one boy, like girl you agreed to marriage at 16. Also something insidious about george probably wanting marriage for children to continue the family line and what not and idk if shanon is even capable of pregnancy. In the long run 6 years is pretty short, it just so happens to be at a critical time in a kids life, Rudolph didn't get to see battler grow up. Shannon high off copium deluding herself that this is all a test of her love that the longer battler stays away the more devoted he is. vs. the reality that like most 12 year olds and he forgot and didn't think it was important.

Huh white beatrice took on shanon's love for battler. She just made kanon??? You can do that? Scary. Shanon so repressed she made an edgy emo boy alter. And then clair remade her form to be battler's exact type, which just so happens to look like og beatrice. Or did she rewrite og beatrice's appearance? white beatrice changing her hair color still doesn't explain why shanon and lion have different hair colors. Unless yasu's hair was originally gold but in making the shanon servant persona they changed the hair color from gold to black/brown. Beatrice 2 3 is also classic anime 1 drop of white blood makes your family white forever (see ann takamaki) where as in reality 1 european parent 1 east asian parent always (excluding rare mutations) ends up with dark haired children like you get a dark chocolate brown at lightest. So beatrice2 (F1) being blond is almost impossible. I'm not even going to think of why kinzo has white hair or the ushiromiyas in general have light hair i heard someone say this is just for audience interest where in universe everyone has black hair. So at best bea2 would also be dark haired with recessive alleles. And then incest backcrossing to the same dark haired alleles means it's still impossible for bea3 to have blond hair. Which brings it back to blond lion unless that is just visual design and not canon.

Ah the epitaph was to decide whether genji would reveal yasu or not.

The thing is battler doesn't know beatrice exists so even if he did come back he wouldn't love her. The one battler has a past and relationship with was shanon. In taking that love from shanon they doomed it. Also i get they're a hivemind thing but it's kinda disturbing that emotions can be cut and pasted from one person to another

Weird that the translation is using a mix of romanized and japanified names but very few of the actual taiwanese names which are mandarin chinese. Like the translation uses Tansui when it's actual name is Danshui which is an actual place. The eng translators probably don't know but replacing existing names with japanese ones is one of the main tactics of japanese imperialism and colonialism to forcefully assimilate the population, cultural genocide and all that.

Not genji dressing her up to be presented to kinzo, feels sooo bad. Ok i wasnt sure which version because this beatrice acts like shannon but is being narrated by clair. But kinzo's line about your face and voice resemble your mother part i want to throw up. Get away from them, i must protec. Yeah sure you carry beatrice's blood but you're also 3/4 kinzo. Every line out of kinzo's mouth just gets worse! Die right now. Hell is too good for kinzo. Making them cosplay as their dead mother is so messed up. Kinzo was a bastard until the end didn't natter that he was ruining someone else's life or dumping massive trauma on them or that they'd been a servant since 6 and so many labor laws broken like child labor little rest nor vacation verbal abuse with holding food, noo all the mattered was making himself feel better.

First order as head: i quit. I guess this vaguely makes the george shanon relationship better, even if it's beatrice side that became the master the one with love for battler, and not shanon. Although really now that bea/lion/shanon/yasu (i hate this series most confusing identities ever!) knows, why didn't you choose someone who isn't a cousin/nephew. Oh wait i just realized they are 19 i remember earlier they were talking about faking yasu's age. In some ways the george relationship makes more sense. Shanon/clair/beatrice is so passive about their life. She hands over the position of head because they don't want to decide anything, leave everything up to fate and go where fate takes her. George offers that kind of certainty were he decides things for shannon and she goes along with it.

I dont get whats going on are clair and will undoing the previous episodes and murders?

Yasu/shannon/beatrice/clair/etc. (am i missing any?) is soooo normal. Girl splits her persona when her preteen crush ghosts her that's not a healthy response. She is not coping well. Shannon chooses george to tell her how to live and what to feel (not dissing lifestyle subs or anything but girl what). She sets up a bomb to blow up the island with an elaborate serial murder plot. Girl is mentally unwell. Oh yeah and then kinzo trauma dumps and makes her spiral. Oh yeah and kanon. I cant tell if their character is meant to be coded with dissociative identity disorder like maria is autism coded or not. They need therapy, and feminism. Actually all the ushiromiyas need therapy and feminism.

Gun safety everyone. This is why you store guns and ammo separately, don't fight over a loaded gun, and don't put your finger on the trigger unless you plan to shoot. Wow hideyoshi "let's hide the murder and bodies". Something about that fascist gold fever making everyone go crazy and murderous (except erika who's already deranged, and battler who's battler). You don't even need the explosion plot you can always lie and say krauss and natsuhi got in an argument about hiding kinzo's death and the inheritance.

Damn kyrie killing everyone is cold blood. Forgot she's a yakuza heir. She really lets hate rule her life. Asumu's gone so she just transfers her hatred into battler. Kyrie and rudolph a match made in hell, they're both terrible people. I've honestly checked out of all the main romances (battler beatrice, george shannon, jessica kanon). the most interesting are eva hideyoshi which is girlboss + malewife but they're both deeply sexist. And kyrie and rudolph, they're such terrible people but they really do match each other and make good partners. I'm not sure rudolph and kyrie are on the same page. Oh that's how eva survives makes what happens with ange more painful given what she accuses eva of.

Eva is the luckiest person alive. The ange angst train continues. Wow kyrie might be an actual psychopath (the actual clinical definition not the pop psych twitter definition), utterly self centered and self serving, kinda impressive but wow. The truth huh, the inside of Schrodinger's catbox. I guess battler won in the end with the anti witch anti magic hypothesis. But battler isn't dead yet. And of course ange's fragment of miracles is one where kyrie and rudolph succeed in massacring everyone.

What does that red scene mean?? Beatrice is reluctant about kinzo's "feelings" ew this better not be incest round 2 with beatrice3. They hate their body because of a terrible injury which she describes as unable to love. Or is this beatrice2.

Given kyrie's love for ange turned out to be a lie i wonder about her relationship with rudolph. Maybe it was pragmatism afterall it can be pointless to love someone who's dead and kyrie sees thing that way but I've never met anyone with that degree of control over their emotions. Most of the time when people can control emotions it usually is just repression ignoring and stuffing down emotions rather than changing them. Less often people are talking about indirectly affecting their emotions like rewarding yourself with a cookie to bring your mood up or leaving an environment that is making you angry I've never met anyone who can turn love on and off like a light switch. Kyrie admits to testing rudolph so i do think it possible she would have killed him too if he'd been unable yo murder george and battler. Which makes me wonder if she did love rudolph in her own way as much as she was capable of. The two certainly got along well, had good chemistry, and seemed well matched in dispositions being able to keep up with and push each other, similar hobbies, etc. or was rudolph an achievement, a possession, a trophy husband for her. Kyrie did devote 18 years to getting him but it almost to me seemed more about destroying asumu for daring to get in the way of what kyrie wanted. The other thing is why does kyrie twice now monologue about her motives. Flipping the chessboard bern shows it to torment ange. But what about kyrie to vent? To distress her opponent?

#umineko spoilers #umineko

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