#super stressed and sad and confused in the shelter

[angelsonthesideline]

I’m going to pick up my temporary foster pupper today!! I’m so excited to shelter spring him and spoil tf out of him for the next few days so he can decompress and just be loved on.

[haveyouseenthisskeleton]

S/O is the owner of a cat Cafe. They let Skeleton order stuff and hang out with the 10+ kitties for free anytime.

Undertale Sans - It was fun and all until you came back in the dinner room and found no Sans, nor cats. After looking after him for half an hour, you see him curling up in one of the cat scratching posts, napping in a small ball, and cuddling with the cats. No cats is interesting in any of the customers, they just want to nap with the giant weird-looking skeleton cat.

Undertale Papyrus - He loves to help around the place! Even though he's not working here, most customers think he is because he's taking orders, feeding the kitties, and even doing the dishes. After all, he thinks it's fun. You feel bad he's doing all of this for free and end up making him the co-owner of the cafe.

Underswap Sans - He's not there often, but he's glad the place exists when he's stressed between two shifts at the police station, which is just in front of your cafe. He's there during all his breaks, just to vent and pet the kitties for a few minutes before going back to work.

Underswap Papyrus - He's banned from the Cafe, but that doesn't stop him. Being allergic to cat, staying around a lot of them can be dangerous for Honey. Unfortunately, Honey also loves cats and will do everything he can to sneak inside your Cafe to pet the kitties, sometimes with the craziest disguises. He can't hide for long though, first because he's not exactly small, and second because he starts sneezing non-stop after three minutes and he can't breathe, literally. You put a forbidden sign with his face on the door. So now, Honey stays behind the window, staring at you with sad puppy eyes, all day long until you accept to let him in.

Underfell Sans - Finally! Normal cats that are not trying to kill him! He's taking a break from Doomfanger in your cafe and he finally lets his cat-person side flourish. He actually loves playing with the kitties. And he also loves free food, so it's a winning-winning situation. For him, at least. For your money though...

Underfell Papyrus - The cats all come from the shelter he's working in and he's encouraging people to adopt them. He's glad it's working, and it gives him more time to stay around his S/O so he's very happy. The only problem is Doomfanger, who beats the shit out of you both every evening because you dared to cheat on her. Now you have a routine where you have to change clothes as fast as possible when you get home before Doomie comes to the door to inspect your pants. You can only enter the house if you smell normal.

Horrortale Sans - You stopped counting how many customers asked if they could see the cat purring so loud it makes the walls shake. They're all so confused when you point the big skeleton behind the counter, eating cupcakes with like five cats on his lap and shoulders, making tractor noises. Oak is hanging there all day long. There are food, cute cats, and you, that's all he needs, really. He's keeping himself occupied all day long, playing with the cats or bothering you while you're cooking to have a treat. Just another cat, really.

Horrortale Papyrus - He loves to hang out in your cafe to chat or to bring old people he's taking care of at the retirement house so they can do something else with their day than just watching boring TV games. He loves cats, it's no secret, and he even convinced you to adopt some of the cats from your own cafe because look at them. They're baby. He's a menace.

Swapfell Sans - He comes here when he wants to work in silence, far from his brother's antics. It's hard to resist telling him he looks like a super villain with his suit, old man glasses and distractedly petting a cat like he's plotting against the government. It's hot though. You are working with a nice sight and it could be far worse. You're even sad when he's not here.

Swapfell Papyrus - When you can't hear him, you know it's bad. Like that time he made all the cat's souls blue so they could catch flies on the ceiling. Or that time he puts sunglasses on every cat in the room or that time he made a pile of cats on the head of a kid, or that time he tried to stuff his hoodie with all the cats... Each day is something new. He can't behave, you swear. He never runs out of new ideas somehow.

Fellswap Gold Sans - He doesn't like cats so it's rare he comes. He really must be desperate to have your attention actually if he dares to walk in. You can see him sitting awkwardly in a corner, trying really hard to escape your cats that are somehow all attracted to him. If he finds cat hair on his clothes, he's burning them lol.

Fellswap Gold Papyrus - You made him a quiet corner in the cat restroom so he can hang out all day, paint, and have kitties to cuddle with. He's very happy and he's mostly there all day, sometimes randomly getting out of his room to hug you before going back away from the people to watch some Disney movie cuddling with the kitties. He's happy he gets to stay near you all day.

[its-real]

I was going to wait until I had finished doing all the concept sketches for this but uh, I’m lazy so here take it as it is I’ll keep adding surely surely.

-LONG POST-

AU where the hermits fall into the boatem hole with no way to fly out because of some event that happens - maybe an apocalypse, maybe everyone just goes apeshit, who knows - and they all get messed up heads from falling in the void and passing out n fun stuff like that. They ‘land’ - idk how this would work without them dying lol - in a semi futuristic city which for now let’s just call it Boateqm (silent q). The hermit crabs would also fall at different rates therefore appear in the city at different times. So where do they end up?

Hospital gang:

Etho wakes up in a hospital bed with no memories - most of them will wake up with no memories btw - his doctor/nurse (this hospital may be understaffed) Tango asks him a bunch of questions then has to go see another patient. Etho is seen by a certain Bdubs who had just finished visiting his buddy Scar -will get to him next- in the bed next door. Bdubs walks back to notify Scar, a fashion designer, that the guy in the bed across would make a great model, just look at the striking hair! And the red eye! He opens the curtains on the side and Scar gets a look. He asks if Etho would like to be hired. Etho is to say the least very confused and on the verge of a panic attack that never quite seems to happen so he’s in a weird kind of limbo anyway it is now that his doctor/nurse Tango comes back and having overheard the conversation suggests it would be a good idea. The hospital can only take custody of Etho for so long, might as well start earning money now so he doesn’t become homeless. Etho is still very confused. So Tango just agrees to the job for him as his caretaker lol, and besides Scar comes here kinda often so Tango trusts him. Anyway Etho’s true passions he discovers are synthesisers, breeding horses with Bdubs and finding elaborate ways to do tax evasion. A simple man.

Scar is in the hospital because he got SCAR (hehe) from walking into a glass door in his super fancy house, which he owns because he’s a super fucking rich fashion designer of his own label Scara (this is not the first time he’s walked into a glass door). Scar refuses to go to a rich people hospital tho cause 1) he cares about healthcare and wants more funds to go to lower grade hospitals 2) Tango is his mate, and needs a goddam raise. But yeah, very successful, ran for mayor once but someone really didn’t like that which resulted in another hospital visit. Mans in the wars. One hospital visit he got really inspired by the fabric and stuff there so he had a line of clothes that were hospital inspired one time, in turn making hospital inspired garb very trendy for a bit. What a mad lad. Ideas man. Some would call him a genius if he didn’t keep on walking into glass doors n shit. Scar woke up in the back room of a small tailoring shop owned by a nice old couple who took him under their wing. He thanks them in every award speech, and whenever he’s in the area make sure to stop by and give them presents. His side hobby is gardening.

When Tango came to, he was lying on the footpath of a quiet street in the suburbs just out from the main city. Gorgeous day, golden hour, pretty houses, very aesthetic. He also had a leg injury, fuck. So Tango did what anyone would do: hobbled to the nearest house, asked in the nicest way he could under a lot of stress (so he kinda yelled) for a first aid kit, and performed surgery on himself atop the nice families dinner table. The nice family turned out to have called the police and an ambulance, who showed up just as Tango was wrapping up his leg with a bandage and took him away to the police on a stretcher. This debacle got him a leading story on the local newspaper: ‘Man performs surgery on himself after waking up with no memories and a leg injury’. After being questioned by the police, they decide they can’t really charge someone with amnesia and no money with anything like breaking and entering (he did knock and they did let him in) or property damage (blood on the carpet). The paramedics are stunned at his surgery, so they tell the police to take him to the nearest hospital and get him hired there, he could save so many lives. He gets hired by the head doctor after an examination of the surgery. The head doctor doesn’t really care that Tango doesn’t have any records or anything, the hospital is understaffed and Tango seems like an Angel sent down from the heavens to him. Tango is very very good at his job. So good that he gets offered a job at a far better paying hospital which he takes, then soon drops because he prefers the chaos of his old job much better.

Tango found Impulse extremely dehydrated, looking like death, wandering outside his flat one night, so he carried the man inside and saved his life. Now they are flat mates, and Impulse works in a tech store - an upgrade from working at a service station previously.

Bdubs woke up in an inner city park at night, homeless, broke, and in the company of other homeless and broke people. He built his way to success, got luckily hired by some rich asshole to mow their lawns plural - the rich asshole didn’t ask much questions, he just saw a poor man criticising the way a park had been landscaped to an old guy in a caravan and though it was good enough, seeing as the last one quit - and Bdubs didn’t mind too much, because the rich assholes property was really gorgeous. Once Bdubs was able to say he had work experience and wasn’t homeless he started babysitting the kids in the neighbourhood, pretty good money. Plus the kids love him, and everyone he meets loves him, he's just a nice guy. He met Scar because he had to purchase a suit for a kids birthday party, so he went to the cute little tailors shop he always walked past on the way to his favourite cute little gardening supplies shop. By now Bdubs had been promoted to part time gardener - the job is shared - and started working on and off at a building firm. They become besties, turns out Scar is also really into gardening etc etc. Eventually Bdubs becomes an architect, mainly designing for city contractors n such but occasionally designer homes, like the one he did for Scar.

Mumbo and Grian wake up in the hospital around the same time that Etho is still there, however Etho has been awake longer, and should really find a place to stay soon now that he’s got a steady job. Since - ok plot point here - the two are in the exact situation that Etho found himself in, he starts to feel like something weird is going on. Mumbo and Grian take a lot longer to recover than Etho did, and the two become hospital bed neighbor buddies. When they finally recover Scar offers them a temporary place to stay at his house while they find work. Tango gets Impulse to put in a good word for Mumbo at his work.

Nomads:

TFC is an old man who lives in a caravan off the money he made being a very successful miner, he now collects pretty shiny rocks and gems and stuff to give to kids. He’s like an all year round caravan Santa and wise old mystical figure. Dope.

Joe is a humble man who likes to wander. He’s never had a home, but if he needs anything he’ll go to TFC’s caravan or a homeless shelter or something. But he isn’t sad or anything, he really likes the freedom of being a simple wanderer.

Others:

Keralis is a business partner of Bdubs. Kerlalis is mega stonks. He was one of the first to land, had a big diamond in his pocket, bought shares in a company that blew up soon after and now he is really fucking rich.

Doc and Ren are the only ones who remember anything, and they arrive at the same time. Doc manages to keep his cool, but Ren loses his shit and gets thrown in a mental institution. Doc spends some time trying to get Ren out, and after a final success and laying low for a bit the two seek to bring all the hermits together.

Pearl ends up working in Bdubs building company.

Beef works in a music shop -sells records and instruments- and he starts up a record label out back after his boss retires and passes the shop onto him.

And yeah I don’t really know the other Hermits that well was hoping some of ya’ll could help me find places for them in this city :) don’t really know how to format this either so maybe some input would be nice, just wanted to get the idea out hehehe

[ais-little-teacorner]

hi uhm do you take requests? <3 if not, ignore this but Barbra x reader (platonic) who is a neko?

<<hellooo!! of course i take a requests, i will not close them^^ i´m sorry if this took a while, but here you go! also, i hope you enjoy it>< >>

Barbara with a neko!reader (platonic)

character(s): Barbara

franchise: Genshin Impact

warnings:

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♡ first off, i actually do not think Nekos are all that common in Mondstadt??:o correct me if i´m wrong on that one!

♡ due to that i can imagine, that Barbara would be deeply interested in you

♡ she would be super invested and even ask people, that might know more about the topic (maybe Lisa f.e.) to explain stuff to her!

♡ she just wants you to be super comfortable with her, since you are really dear to her!

♡ but how would you two have even met?

♡ one night in Mondstadt, it was really rainy and stormy outside, most people stayed in their houses and just hoped that there wouldn´t also be a thunderstorm

♡ the slight crackling of raindrops on windows and the yowling wind was clearly hearable and adding to the atmosphere

♡ during that stormy night, a few of the knights of Favonius were headed back to Mondstadt, just having completed a task

♡ that´s when they heard wimpering noises through the eardraining sound of the wind

♡ and while it would´ve been easier to just ignore it and quickly go home or at least find a shelter until the rain stopped

♡ it is the duty of the Knights of Favonius to help the one´s who need it, after all!

♡ going after the sad and hurt whimpering noises, they came to a sort of bush

♡ cautouisly and wary of what might be awaiting them, they looked inside the bush

♡ but t h at they did not expect:

♡ inside of the bush, a small, fragile bundle of ears and floofy tail was all curled up, shivering, crying and all wet, due to the rain

♡ as quickly as the knights could, they brought you with them to the palace, to get a warm shelter for you

♡ you also seemed to be seriously injured and undernourished, you, as the small fur bundle, needed lots of help

♡ that´s why the Knights of Favonius, as soon as they could brought you to Barbara, since her gentleness and healing powers would be a huge help in this situation

♡ when the Knights brought you into the room Barbara was in, she was confused at first, but when she saw you, a cute, little neko so seriously being in need of help, she was all fire to help you any way she could

♡ before you were brought into Mondstadt, you hadn´t had a lot of human interaction

♡ -> that´s the reason, why, at first at least, you were extremely wary at everything those strangers were trying to do to you!

♡ ironically though, you quickly warmed up to Barabara

♡ her gentle voice, touches and making you feel better with her powers just made you feel at peace, which made her so happy!

♡ after that night, the Knights of Favonius´ quarters practically became your new home

♡ you ate the food there, found friends and they just treated you extremely well in general!

♡ through your cat-instincts, you are also a major help in many tasks the Knights get confronted with, so,who knows, maybe you want to become a Knight?:)

♡ over the time, especially Barbara grew a huge liking to you!

♡ you were just so unbelievably cute to her!

♡ the "nya"-like noises you make, the ears, the tail, your sweet personality

♡ she was basically a fangirl at this point

♡ every time Barbara had free time, she would so definetly search for you

♡ and, of course, when you two are spending so much time together, learning about each other and each others different cultures, you will grow closer!

♡ that is why i said at the beginning, she will ask around, to know more stuff about you

♡ she just finds your pure existence alone so amazing, she wants to know everything!

♡ she also probably touched your ears or tail once, since they looks so floofy, only to get a cute, embarassed reaction from you

♡ scolding her not to touch those parts of your body>:ooo

♡ of course, you weren´t seriosuly offended

♡ by the way, coming back to pure existence, Nekos are also usually very innocent and pure beings

♡ and Barbara is also a very cute and pure girl!

♡ so she and you would get along perfectly in that sense

♡ just always wanting the best for others and being kind to mostly anyone:(((

♡ when Barbara gets too stressed with her fans, etc., petting you also seems to calm her down a lot

♡ omg i want to imagine you, as a floofy, cute Neko and Barbara sitting in front of a crackling fireplace, her petting you, awwwh:((

♡ i mean, of course you aren´t just a cat, but petting you just seems so awfully convenient;p

♡ also, since i think Nekos are not as common in Mondstadt, i can imagine there being 1 or 2 situations, where there were people discriminating against you

♡ and you can bet your butt that Barbara

♡ (even as someone that doesn´t get angry usually and is shown to be very sweet and calm)

♡ got super pissed off at them and definetly had a stern talk with them

♡ she will get so unbelievably over protective if you are hurt

♡ be it physically or anything else

♡ she just cares so much about you and finds you being a Neko so amazing!!

♡ because she cares so much, she really wants to know about your culture and thoughts on things

♡ your past, your emotions, your anatomy too!

♡ just you as a whole is something Barbara cares about

♡ one of the most important things in her life is your wellbeing

♡ and seeing you two doing stuff together is just always so great to look at

♡ since it is just 2 wholesome cinnamon rolls being pure

♡ all in all, Barbara is amazing, you are amazing, your friendship is amazing>:D

♡ ( i want a Neko now)

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<<i hope you liked reading this! i actually wasn´t to sure, what to write at some points (as you might notice) because,, well,, i just couldn´t think of too much about Nekos! i still tried to give it my best!! i hope you are having an amazing day<3>>

[faroutharry]

You feel, I feel

Hey guys, this is my first Harry writing, sorry if it is really shit, feel free to send me ideas for more writing, im very excited to get into this.

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Harry’s new album was coming out in less than a week and he was going crazy thinking about how his fans were going to react. “But baby what if everyone hates it?” Harry pouts at me from his spot on the bed, his eyes still puffy and his voice groggy from just waking up. “They aren’t gonna hate it H, they will love it because it comes from you and your heart” I give him a big smile through the mirror across the room. “Hmmmmp” He flops back onto our bed with a big grunt. “Maybe I would be more confident if you listened it to first…” Harry quietly says as he pokes one eye over the duvet. I spin around quickly looking at him as if he has two heads. “What?” He’s using those little puppy dog eyes and staring up at me with hope. “You really want me to listen to it?”

I can’t even begin to explain how tense I feel about his question, On one hand of course I want to listen to it, because he’s my loving boyfriend and he had already told me that there were certain songs that I had influenced. But on the other hand he had also stressed to me that certain songs have been influenced by “other people”. The second he said “other people” like that I knew exactly what he meant, and as heart breaking as it is to me that he has obviously had previous partners, I knew this day would be coming and as selfish as I am, I have been trying to put off listening to the album in fear that I would ruin it for him. I know I’m nothing compared to his pervious relationships and that’s something I need to work through and definitely not something he needs to worry about. Another reason for me avoiding the album is well, I just love him so much that even hearing him talk about his previous pains gives me pain, I can’t even begin to explain how sad it makes me to think that someone has broken his heart like that. Before we started dating we were amazingly close friends, and I cant even tell how many times I walked into his place to hear his strangled cries from shower or his angry yelling in the kitchen. I just want to cuddle him in a big blanket and shelter him from the worry and hurt.

“Of course I want you to listen to it, your opinion is one of the only ones I truly care about baby” He slowly rises from the bed and walks his way over to me, wrapping his hands around my waist and staring at me in the mirror. I try my absolute best to seem as excited as I can be, because I am excited, well for most of the songs. “I would be honoured to hear your album H” I wriggle around in his arms and kiss his lips briefly before hiding my face in his neck. I can hear his heart start beating faster as he says “Really? Thank you so much petal, I can go and get my laptop and show you now if you’re free?” With a pleading look on his face how could I possibly say no? “Yeah sounds good bub”. He runs off without another word into his office.

I try to prepare myself by focusing on my breathing and counting to 10 slowly. By the time I’m done Harry is racing back into the room with his laptop secured in his arms. He jumps onto the bed and pats the spot next to him. I carefully walk back over to my side of the bed and hesitantly get back under the covers, if I’m going to do this I’m gonna be as comfy as possible on the outside, because my insides are going to be a wreck. “You ready baby?” H looks over at me with his childlike grin and I shake my head yes “Just don’t interrupt though, I wanna hear it the whole way through”.  As the intro to Golden starts I breathe in quietly and silently pray it’s not about someone else. Harry stares at me intently as I try not to focus on him right now. I close my eyes and lie down to try to distract him from my anxieties. As Golden ends and Watermelon Sugar starts I start to calm down and juts enjoy his heavenly voice as I know the next 3 songs are ones I have already heard and, from what I think I know, they aren’t based on any ex’s of his. But then Cherry starts…

This is what I was worried about. As soon as I hear her voice I know I’m screwed. My heart is going crazy in my chest and I struggle to keep my tears to myself. I slowly look over to Harry and see that he is staring up at the ceiling and I am grateful he’s not looking at me right now, cause I know he would stop the music and ask me what is wrong. So I suck it up and try to listen to the song over my rapid heartbeat. Hearing him say he misses certain things about his ex is never easy and I swallow down my insecurities and try to focus on the guitars or backing vocals, so I don’t have to listen to the words. Just when I think the gut wrenching song is over, I let out a small sigh of relief. But then her voice fills my ears again, her gorgeous accent and girly laugh flow through me like an alarm, only I can’t wake up from this nightmare because it’s happening in real life.

I look to the computer screen as I now see Harry has also closed his eyes next to me, and see the next song if Falling. If the song title is anything to go by, I think I’m in for a sad time. Harry’s phenomenal vocals distract me long enough to not really listen to the words, but I get the gist and it makes me sink further into my miserable state. I can hear Harry slightly sniffling and so I take that as an okay to silently cry myself. I get through the rest of the songs relatively easy, my heart gets a break during Sunflower Vol.6 and Treat People With Kindness, and right when I think it’s over, Fine Line comes on.

As I’m listening I slowly start to piece things together and realise that, hopefully, this one is about us. Our relationship had a rough start with mixed communication and missed opportunities, but I very clearly remember rocking him in my arms as his drunken tears covered my shoulder, and I repeated the words “We’ll be alright” until he fell asleep in my arms on his kitchen floor. I can’t help the tears flowing down my face anymore and Harry finally notices as I feel his arms pull me onto his chest and he kisses my forehead. As the song fades out I sniffle back my tears and turn to shove my arms around him in a giant bear hug. I push all my feelings aside and look him dead in the eyes as I say the one sentence I know he really wants to hear. “I am so proud of you H”

The next week Harry was super busy leading up to the release of Fine Line and, as I promised him, everyone loved it. His fans were going crazy about it and about a certain song as well, clearly I was not the only one shocked to hear her voice on Cherry. The fans quickly figured out what it translated to in English and though it was a pretty meaningless conversation it still kind of hurt that Harry kept it.

Being the loving supportive girlfriend that I was obviously I played the album around the house, mostly when Harry wasn’t around so that I could skip a few songs to save me the heart ache. But a certain night, when Harry wasn’t due home till late, I was washing the dishes whilst singing to Lights Up and I didn’t hear Harry sneak in the front door. He stood by the doorframe behind me so I couldn’t see the smug look on his face as he watches me sing and dance slightly to his song. When I heard that the song was ending I spoke up. “Alexa, skip 2 songs”. I am a little grateful that I didn’t realise Harry was there cause the look on his face would have shattered me. He slowly turns back to the door with a dejected look on his face. He re opens the front door and shuts it louder in hopes that I will hear it. I turn around with a smile on my face and call out to him. “Hey baby, I’m in the kitchen”. He walks into my line of vision and I can see he looks upset. “You okay H? Bad day?” He shrugs slightly at my question and he quietly states, “Yeah it was alright, I’ll just be in the shower”. His usual loving self is nowhere to be seen and I start to worry. He should be happy, his album is amazing and all his fans love it. So I hurried to dry my hands and race up the stairs after him.

I can hear the shower already running so I open the bathroom door quietly and stick my head in. “H baby are you alright?” I can hear him whimper gently and I waste no time in opening the shower curtain and hopping into the shower fully clothed to hold him. When I do I see he didn’t manage to get his clothes off either and it makes me seriously start to panic because Harry was always the stable one holding me usually. He cries are like daggers to my heart as I plead with him to tell me what’s wrong. “H are you alright? Are you hurt? What’s happened?” He just sobs louder and can’t even get his words out. So I just hold him tightly and slowly try to get him out of his clothes while he cries in my arms. Once I finally get both our clothes off I quickly reached down to plug the bathtub so we can have a bath, because all the crying and water is making it hard for H to breathe.

Once the tub is full, I slowly move Harry down into the water, situating him in from of me so I can wrap him in a giant bear hug. After a while his crying subsides and I ask him again quietly “Harry you wanna talk about it now?” My quiet voice startles him and he slowly lets out a big sigh as he whispers, “I knew this would happen” His voice sounds so broken I just want to take all his pain away. “Baby what are you talking about? What happened?” He gently turns around in my arms so he is facing me. “Cherry” he huffs dejectedly, my breath catches in my throat and I look at him confused. “I know I should of warned you about her being on the song and I swear I was going to I just didn’t know what to say and I know how awful it must have been to hear me sing about her and then hear her at the end and I even…” His rambling is making me confused and he’s starting to speak faster and I can barely understand him towards the end. “H” I try to cut in on his outburst but he can’t even focus on me as I see him start to crumble again. “Harry… Harry!!!” I grab ahold of his gesturing hands and get him to look at me. “It’s fine baby, it was a shock but it’s fine I promise you, it’s a great song”. He looks at me like he knows I’m lying and says, “You don’t mean that” I go to open my mouth to rebut him but I can’t get any words out. “I heard you skip my songs when you were in the kitchen before…” The look on his face makes me hate myself; I quickly shake my head as I feel tears start to escape from my eyes.  “Baby I only skip those songs because it makes my heart hurt to feel you sing with such emotion and pain. I physically can’t listen to you sing about your heartbreak because it breaks mine right back. I can’t even explain to you how mad and upset it makes me that she ever made you feel that way and I don’t ever want you, or me for that matter, to ever feel that way again because my heart can’t take it.” He slowly looks up from the bubbles in the bath to meet my tear filled eyes. “I just love you so much H that I don’t want to ever hear or see you in pain, I swear I think it’s a great song, almost too good, because it makes me feel so emotional” Before I can continue Harry cuts me off with a kiss so deep I cant even think straight. He slowly leans back and pulls me on top of him so im straddling his hips. His hands move around my waist as I grab hold of his neck. I can feel all our love in this kiss and even though both of our tears and some snot is mixed in, it’s the best kiss we have ever shared.

As I pull away, I look into Harry’s eyes and I see his smile start to come back as he kisses my forehead before I place my head onto his chest. And for that moment we just sit there in a comfortable silence and bask in out love. After a while I slowly pull myself up out of bath and with my pruned fingers I grab ahold of Harry and help him out of the tub too. We both dry off and get each other into our pyjamas. As we both get in bed we lie facing each other and I give him a small nose kiss as I say “ H, I so sorry I didn’t tell you about your song, I didn’t wanna upset you about it because its only my opinion, not every ones” Harry pulls me into his chest as he rests his head on top of mine. “I know baby it’s okay, I just love you so much that I couldn’t stand you hating my songs, I know it sounds stupid but I just adore you and your opinion is so important to me, and I know I should of told you about her but I knew it would make you upset and I promised myself I would never do that” I can feel his tears falling onto my head and I lift mine up to look at him. “I just can’t live without you petal and I couldn’t stand to see you mad at me, I’m so sorry” I kiss his tears away and then plant one on his lips before I say “I love you too much H, you could never say or do anything that would make me want to leave, and I know how pathetic that sounds but I just think you’re my soul mate and I couldn’t live without you either baby” His eyes spew more tears, this time of happiness and his grin spreads to his cute little dimples. “Just incase you were wondering Adore You and Sunflower are about you, about how happy you make me and how you make me feel.” I smile up at him with a shocked look on my face; a cheeky grin spreads across my face as I giggle to him “What? You mean Watermelon Sugar isn’t about me?” Hearing his infectious laugh warms my heart and he starts tickling my sides. “Of course its about you petal, im addicted to your taste you know that” And with that he starts sucking on my neck making me laugh as his prickly bread tickles me. I may never be able to go back in time and un-break Harry’s heart, but I can always ensure it doesn’t happen again.

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[fascinatedhelix]

Okay so in your NSR/HK AU is there anyone else who learns about the lord of shades? Also since Ghost is very much implied to around the same age as the Hollow Knight in the game, do Mayday and Zuke ever learn that Ghost is just as old as the hulking beast that is Stearling?

Ooh, fun stuff!

Something that’s important to note is that I kind of doubt any of the humans would fully understand just what the Lord of Shades is/was, given that they’re a collective entity regarded as divine, which doesn’t blend with the world of Vinyl City one bit.

If any of the humans learn about the Lord of Shades, Eve’s probably actually going to be the first to learn, if only because her encouragement of Riley’s artistic expression means that they’re going to paint about things that incur a strong emotional impact on them, and the whole becoming part of an eldritch god with your thousands of siblings thing is a pretty powerful experience. She initially mistakes it for a metaphor for whatever strange and tragic events led to their arrival in Vinyl City, but learns later that it was very much a literal thing.

While Eve’s the first to learn about the Lord of Shades, she’s not the last; most of the older trankil (as in, the ones that weren’t literal babies/toddlers when they died) who are close with their caretakers and companions do eventually try to communicate their origins, but the memories of most are so fragmented and scattered that they can’t articulate just what happened beyond something along the lines of “Many became one and Ascended, then were reborn.” It was a powerful moment for them all, but even they tend to struggle to describe just what happened. Riley was lucky enough to be encouraged to work through these memories to piece together what happened, with the help of Eve’s powers, but most of them weren’t lucid enough to really have any idea how to describe it.

Ghost is probably the only one that knows what happened in detail (as much detail as there is to it, anyway), but they hesitate to communicate it if only because it’s not really... relevant? They’ve fulfilled their obligation to Hallownest, they don’t see the point in lingering beyond what may prove useful in the future; the Lord of Shades, as a form used primarily for fighting gods, has no real purpose in a world that lacks beings on that level (at least, ones that need to be fought). If Mayday and Zuke ask, they’ll try to sate their curiosity, but they won’t go full exposition mode; it’s just not Ghost’s style.

As for the age thing, Sterling’s the one to break that news. A little while after their integration into NSR and being taught human writing, Tatiana asks them, “There seems to be quite the age gap between you and your kin, though you claimed they are your siblings. Why is that?” All vessels are clutchmates, but did not live the same times, they wrote, we have been reborn in the condition we died in. Considering all but the one were children when they arrived, including quite a few that were clearly babies, Tatiana opted to break out the whiskey that night rather than dig deeper.

Tatiana would eventually tell most of the NSR artists, barring Yinu and instead telling her mother, and later Mayday and Zuke. Of course, they were all horrified to learn just what happened to their companions prior to their arrival in the city, though Eve and Neon J already knew bits and pieces from their own. DJSS keeps Comet on his person almost 24/7 for a week after that, repeatedly brushing a hand over the pocket he keeps them in to reassure himself that they’re there. Remi, Tila, Sofa, and Dodo shower Bunny with affection and toys when they return from the meeting, much to their confusion. The Sayu team figured they had a lot of catching up to do. Yinu and Thorn are confused when Yinu’s mom is suddenly way more physically affectionate than normal (which is saying a lot, she’s a hugger!). After some prying she has a conversation with them about the origins of the trankil, and Thorn’s place in the family is set in stone. The news seriously freaks out Neon J, so by the time he comes home he has to be stopped by 1010 to avoid setting up even harsher security measures in the mansion. “We don’t need more buzzsaws!” Eve throws herself into her art, as she tends to do when she’s stressed. Riley doesn’t think much on it (she just does that sometimes) until they see the subjects of the work. A thousand tiny void black hands reaching to a fading light above, and she’s sobbing by the time they see it. Later, they add bigger hands, of all shapes, sizes, and colors, reaching down to meet the smaller ones. It’s an instant hit. Mayday blubbers like a baby and gripping Ghost like a little girl gripping a teddy when she learns of it, and Zuke’s just barely keeping it together once it sinks in. They opt for staying in and hashing it out over pints of ice cream and sad rock.

Mayday and Zuke at first assume Ghost died around the same time as most of the other vessels, but got super confused when they denied that. Zuke put two and two together when the trankil began molting a little while after the rock revolution, after they’d told them about the conditions they lived in prior to their return to Hallownest and subsequent arrival at Vinyl City. “You spent who knows how long in a dangerous wasteland with no reliable sources of food, water, or shelter; no wonder you hadn’t grown an inch until you got here!”

[twokinkybeans]

The Arachnoids: ROCK BAND AU [Starker] - Chapter 4: COFFEE CONFUSION

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Chapter 4: Coffee Confusion

“Goodmorning to our new rock star!” Peter groans when May flips the light switch. The brightness stings his eyes and he grabs the blankets to cover his face. “Morning,” he says groggily. He doesn’t want to leave his aunt standing there so he lowers the sheets after all and peeks at her. “Hi.” “Scoot over,” she orders him. “You gotta tell me everything.” Peter does as she asks and moves a little closer to the wall to create space for her.

May had been very upset that she wouldn’t be able to attend the show. She’d already signed up to help out in the local homeless shelter on New Year’s Eve. As much as she hated that she'd miss Peter's first big set, she couldn’t bail on that. “Well?” She asks, her eyes shimmering with pride. Peter chuckles and enthusiastically tells her all the juicy details. About the huge stage, great crowd and how he still feels that none of it is real. He drops a quick remark about Tony too, but he doesn’t want to spend too much attention talking about the man. Tony's simply not worth it.  “...And we stayed for three more hours having a good time with some crew members. Gosh, May, it’s been… I don’t even know how to describe it!” He chuckles in amazement. “It’s insane, like, what even?!" “I’m so, so proud of you Peter,” May says quietly and leans in for a tight hug. “Alsooo, did you know you made the news?” “What?!” “The reviews about the show are off the charts! And The Arachnoids are mentioned more than once, here lemme show you.” 

Peter turns to sit upright and he stares at May’s phone to read the article she’s talking about. His eyes widen at seeing the headline.

The Arachnoids: Will these talented youngsters make it to The Avengers’ World Tour?

Peter huffs. “As if! There are way more qualified bands than us.” “Yet they asked you for this show.” “Mh,” Peter responds, his lips pressing together. It’s slowly starting to be a little overwhelming. The attention, the praise, the success. When they started The Arachnoids for a high school project four years ago they never thought any of this was possible. “We’ll see,” he says eventually. May nods understandingly and ruffles through his hair. 

“If you go see your friends today, could you maybe hop by the shelter? I forgot my bag there last night.” “Of course,” Peter smiles. “Thank you. You hungry? I made breakfast!” Peter frowns. “What did you make?” “Oh, don’t be so suspicious. I know how to make waffles, thank you very much."

Peter chuckles.

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“Peter! Hi!”  Peter waves at his friends and walks over to the small table they're seated at. He takes off his thick coat, carefully draping it on the backrest of the chair. He slumps into the seat. “So, how are my famous friends, mh?” He grins and wiggles his eyebrows. MJ laughs and shoves an extra large caramel latte his way. “Not that famous, no one in the shop knows who we are.” “Except for Brad, of course,” Ned chuckles and waves at the barista. Brad’s face lights up and he nods his head at them. MJ shrinks in her seat.

“Hey, you okay?” “Yeah, I’m fine. I’m fine,” she murmurs. Peter sighs and puts his hand on top of hers. She looks up. “Em, we can find a different coffee shop if you want.” “Yes,” Ned joins in. “I’m sorry- For a second I forgot about… Y’know. I’m sorry MJ.”

The girl shakes her head and presses her lips together. Her eyes clearly show that Brad is still a sore spot for her. “No, I’m alright. Really. I don’t want to change my life just because of the breakup. I like this place, and if he’s a part of it… So be it. Can we, uhm, talk about something else?” 

Instantly, Ned starts rambling on about this new Netflix series he and MJ are both watching and Peter smiles. Ned is sweet, knowing exactly what to say to distract her. Peter still feels bad for their friend. MJ and Brad made a cute couple. She'd told Brad that she’s demisexual and how she needed more time to figure out her feelings for him. Just as she started to realize that maybe she did like him like that; he got impatient and left.

It’s been nearly a year now, but it’s clear it still hurts her. Peter wishes he could do something to take her sadness and insecurities away. She’s so scared to meet someone new- scared they might dismiss her for her sexuality as well. That’s why he’d been so thrilled to see her interact with Harley last night. Of course, she doesn’t know the roadie even a tiny bit so any attraction is out of the question. It’s a step in the right direction, though. “Peter, have you started watching it yet?”  “No, not yet, I-”

MJ’s phone buzzes and she frowns.  “I’m sorry, let me check real quick.” She opens the message and Peter cocks his head curiously. She never checks on her messages in the midst of a conversation. MJ giggles and quickly starts typing back, shaking her head lightly. After she sends her message, she puts her phone down and eyes the boys. “What?” “You know what!” Ned teases. “Do tell?” “Guys! It’s just- It’s just, uhm, Harley? He sent us a couple of pictures from our show last night. Didn’t you get them?” Peter forces himself to not smile too broadly.  “I didn’t check yet.” “Me neither,” Ned adds. “Can we see them?” He reaches for her phone, but MJ quickly puts her hand over it, sliding it towards herself. She smiles at them sheepishly, knowing damn well they aren’t stupid.

“It’s nothing,” she stresses. “I swear. Y’know I don’t… Yeah. He wanted my number just in case. He's actually in a discussion with the managers now, lobbying for our band to be the support act on their new world tour.”

“World tour? Wait, so, the press wasn’t just saying things?” Peter is so confused right now. “Does Harley think we’re that good?” “Not just Harley, Pete. Everyone loved us.” “Except for Stark,” Ned scoffs. “He'll die of a heart attack if we join them.” “He hates everyone so I don’t think it matters that much who the support act is,” MJ sighs. Peter swallows, thinking back on his short talk with the man yesterday.

“He… He likes us though. He, eh, told me.” “He what?” “Peter! What happened?!” Peter sighs and wraps his hands around his large coffee mug. He shakes his head. “Honestly, not that much. When I went to get the van I ran into him outside. He… Said we’re unique and that he was having a shitty day. After that he went all asshole again, but… I dunno. I think there’s more to his behavior than we thought.”

MJ and Ned are quiet for a good second and Peter takes the opportunity to finally sip from his drink. The sweet and bitter mixture fills his mouth and he hums quietly to himself. This will forever be his favorite drink.  “Most assholes are assholes for a reason,” Ned finally adds to it. “But it doesn’t make them any less shitty.” “Oh no, for sure,” Peter agrees. “I told him he should get himself sorted out.” MJ laughs and pats him on his back. Peter grins proudly.

Just when he wants to take another sip from his drink, MJ’s phone buzzes again. She stoically ignores it, clearly trying to evade more teasing. Peter cocks an eyebrow at her. “You can look, don’t worry. We were joking, but we'd never judge you, I promise. Harley’s nice and it’s sweet that he wants to help us.”  “Exactly,” Ned smiles. “You know we love you. Completely.” MJ casts her eyes down, but she can’t hide the happy, yet fragile smile on her face. Peter hates how her sexuality makes her question herself so often. He makes a mental note to not tease her about Harley anymore. Not until she brings it up again.

Slowly she takes her phone and reads the message she received. MJ gasps, eyes widening.  “Holy shit, I’m-” This time, she shoves her phone toward the middle of the table. Peter and Ned immediately lean forward to read whatever is on there.

Good news!!!😱😱 I talked to Happy & Bruce and they’re gonna contact you, possibly tonight!! Ofc, nothing’s set yet, but they're super excited! If you wanna rock the world girl, take this chance! 💫🥁🎸

Peter leans back against his chair, utterly dumbfounded. Until yesterday, they never even played for more than 400 people at once. Now they're invited for a world tour, in front of huge crowds. He bites onto his lower lip. “I-I’m gonna have to discuss this with May,” he whispers quietly. “Do you… Do you guys want to do this? If we get the chance?”

“I think we all need to think about this,” Ned mumbles. “My first reaction is yes, of course! But God, I’m absolutely terrified.” “Yeah,” MJ sighs. “It’s a lot. What if we go home, think about it, and meet each other at my place for dinner?” “I think that’s a good idea,” Peter breathes and he looks into his cup. The brown liquid is no longer steaming. He brings the mug towards his lips and chugs it down in one go.

He’s got some thinking to do.

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[dokoni-mo]

Headcanons for FaT/BaT

Yes hi these are just some headcanons/cute things that I could see being true in my stories. That is all. Enjoy!

FaT

Vader would like to visit you as much as possible, no matter where you were or what time of day it was. Middle of the night? Sure. Ass-crack of dawn? Of course. It annoyed you at first that he would just barge in to see you at times, but you found it hard to stay mad at him. You found him just too darn cute. 

Although you had your own quarters on the Super Star Destroyer, you would very very often spend the night in Vader’s. You would go there late at night when no one else would see you, and you would let yourself in. You were literally the only one brave enough to do this, so he always knew that it was you who entered his quarters. He didn’t have a normal bed, but you were fine sleeping in a nearby chair or something. Sometimes you would even bring a small roll-up mattress to sleep on. 

It took the two of you a little while to find pet names for one another. Correction, it took him a long time to find a pet name for you. You had started to call him “Vee” pretty early on, and it stuck quickly. At first he said he didn’t like it, but you always knew that deep down, he really did. As Vader started to open up to you, however, the things he would call you just came naturally. His favorites being “darling”, “my dear”, and “my love”. Once he started calling you these, you would call him the same every now and again, but Vee was always your go-to. 

He wasn’t very cuddly to start off with. Every time you tried to, he would always flake because he got upset he wasn’t able to feel your skin against his, let alone your warmth. It made him feel less than human. However, you were patient. You knew that he would come around in time, and you reassured him constantly that you were there with him every step of the way. Over time, he learned to appreciate you being so close to him, and learned to enjoy cuddling with you. It was often done in his meditation pod after all his work was done for the day.

He will never ever admit it, but he finds the size difference between the two of you adorable. You’re just so,, small and cute compared to him. His hand swallowed yours whole and your legs dangled off of his seat while his touched the ground. You would catch him staring at these details and pester him about it, but he would never give in to telling you how cute he thought it was. 

After the incident with King Chad (TM), Vader doesn’t really take you places anymore. You were disappointed by this, but understood why. One, you both didn’t want another King Chad scenario, and two, you didn’t want to arouse suspicion that the two of you were together. It would only cause trouble if people found out. You both never knew if Palpatine found out, or just simply didn’t care. Either way, a win for the both of you. 

He was actually really sad when you finished his TIE, and you were too. That damn hunk of junk was what brought the two of you together, and now it was complete. You reassured him that night that just because the TIE was complete, doesn’t mean your relationship was. 

BaT

Life was hella tough for the two of you once you first landed on the planet. The only shelter the two of you had was the shuttle you arrived in, and that coupled with the stress of such a foreign land was almost too much. However, both of you took it in strides, and learned together. The both of you treasured those days though, and they only made your relationship with Vee stronger. Some of your favorite nights with him were the two of you squished together on the small cot in the shuttle, staring up at the ceiling and talking with one another for hours and hours until one of you fell asleep. Eventually, you two made a game of who would fall asleep first. Whoever did would gain a point, and whoever had the most points at the end of the week would have to collect firewood for the next week. He lost far too often. 

After the house was built, his nightmares started to become worse and worse. It took y’all a minute to realize it, but it was because he felt like he didn’t deserve such a cozy home with such a remarkable woman, coupled with the trauma of his past. You were always there to hold him and talk to him until he calmed down. 

Vader likes to watch you. Like all the time. To the point where it would be high-key creepy to an outsider. You could be doing literally anything and he would watch you like it was his favorite damn movie. In a way, however, it was. You asked him about it once, and he told you that it was just because he found you so awe-inspiring. This didn’t stop you from teasing him about it, though. 

The two of you love to dance together. The shuttle the two of you arrived on had about a dozen songs downloaded onto it, and you were able to extract them and put them on a small music player you built for the house. With their being so few songs, the two of you learned them by heart pretty quickly, and even invented your own dances to them. All of them were slow songs, but you didn’t complain. Sometimes, he would try to dance with you to the same song twice in a row, but you would always laugh and tell him that you already danced to that one. It didn’t stop him from trying. 

He taught you some basic lightsaber moves one time. A sliced-in-half stove made him stop. 

You tried to teach him common slang once, but it went absolutely no where. He didn’t like it, and grumbled like an old man about how cheesy and idiotic they were. You would giggle and call him boomer a cutie. 

He spends lots and lots of time outside in the garden. He likes it out there because it’s so peaceful, so green. 

Not a single grain of sand in sight. 

NSFW

Before y’all ask, yes, you did build him a dick. 

You made it out of a mix of silicone, soft-material, and mechanical bits. After seeing the way Luke’s hand would respond to touch, you got,,, ideas. At first, when the two of you were intimate, it would only be you receiving the pleasure, and it often made you feel bad. This, however, would be a breakthrough. You designed it to be big as to not hurt his pride, but not big enough to hurt you. You made it in a way so that it would attach to his codpiece. I’ll stop there and let y’all decide how else it works.

He’s very careful to control himself so that he doesn’t hurt you, but once y’all are into it there’s no holding back for him. He wants you to feel good, nevermind him. He’ll make sure you climax every time before he stops, regardless of how tired he is. 

It took him a hot minute to comprehend that you did find him sexy. He was confused about how you would be attracted to a man that’s 50% metal, wrapped in black armor and leather with a breathing problem. You told him that you didn’t care about all that stuff. You found him hot regardless. You found the armor to just add to his hotness. 

Will always always always take care of you afterwards, no question about it. He’ll always make sure that you’re not in pain, and will get you water/a snack if you need it. He’ll even massage your sore spots with his big hands if you need it. No matter how rough he was only a few minutes prior, Vee will always treat you like the most delicate and fragile thing in the galaxy afterwards, assuring you that he loves you and that you mean everything to him. 

S/O with Service Animal

I don’t know much about service animals please bear with me,, 

I feel like Vee would just be like,, normal about a S/O with a service animal. It would take him a moment to comprehend why you needed it, but give him time he’s trying his best. Once he fully understood, he would always make sure that your animal was with you and that both of you were safe. 

he gets jealous of the animal when you pay more attention to it rather than him

[midnightbluemoon]

Daniel And David Both Liking Counselor You Headcannon! (Camp Camp) (Probably Will End With David)

-So listen.

-David caught feelings like two days before Daniel came to Camp.

-So he didn’t really have the time to figure out how to ask you on a date.

-So then Daniel shows up.

-Big oof for David.

-Because as soon as Daniel shows up, he clearly seems attached to you.

-Daniel thinks your amazing.

-Like, other then his cult and religious beliefs, best thing ever.

-Seriously though.

-He is immediately wherever you are.

-You think it’s coincidence.

-Or that he’s nervous in a new place.

-So you offer to take him on a tour, just the two of you.

-Which kills David.

-But is a dream come fricking true for Daniel.

-The tour goes really nicely.

-Daniel seems to take actual notice in what you have to say.

-Which is a nice feeling.

-David follows you guys.

-Not in a creepy stalker way though, to be clear.

-He is legitimately worried that Daniel might do something sketchy.

-And wouldn’t it be kinda awesome if he was there to be the one to save the day?

- So you guys get back to camp.

-And since Gwen left when Daniel showed up

-And you and Daniel went on a tour

-And for some reason David wasn’t there

-The kids were running rampant.

-Daniel noticed your distress. 

-So did David, actually

-But there’s no good way to pop out of the bushes behind someone supportively.

-So he went around through the cabin.

-When he came back, lo and behold

-There was Daniel, helping you deal with the kids.

-And his hand was on your shoulder.

-Which almost broke David right there.

-It’s the little things, you know?

-So David come up and hugs you.

-Like, out of the blue.

-And really tight.

-But you weren’t complaining.

-Cuz, I mean 

-It’s David.

-He would totally stop if you asked him to.

-So then Daniel comes up on your other side.

-And he’s hugging you too.

-The camp is still half chaos.

-But no way can Daniel let David show him up.

-So after a while, you mention that all of you still have to take care of the rest of the kids

-Daniel and David agree.

-But although  

-David lets go completely, 

-Daniel starts holding your hand while you go deal with everything.

-So David grabs your other hand

-And you don’t have the heart to tell either of them to let go.

-Daniel noticed how stressed you were about the kids

-And he already had a plan to sacrifice them

-So wouldn’t that be kind of a gift to you too?

-Peace and quiet

-No responsibilities

-No David coming up from out of nowhere and hugging you because what the heck

-So you guys get everything sorted out.

-And then Daniel starts chatting you up.

-So you guys are going to the Mess Hall.

-And David is semi-crushed.

-And while Max walks by, he says

-”If you don’t learn to talk, your going to lose her/him/them.”

-And David’s just like Oh no he’s right.

-So anyways.

-Daniel is trying to figure out what you like/dislike/any hobbies you may have

-So that he can connect with you on them

-For example, say you like musicals.

-Suddenly he loves musicals

-Whichever ones you mentioned, in particular coincidentally.

-So whatever you mention, after everyone goes to bed, he starts learning about all of them.

- So the next morning he’s flaunting his knowledge about your favourite subjects.

-Which is kind of amazing for you to have someone with shared interests that seems to care about your opinions.

-Sucks for David though

-Cuz now you and David are practically joined at the hip.

-It’s around this time when you first notice the purification sauna.

-You didn’t question it that much

-Because you didn’t have any reason to.

-You start noticing campers being creepily fanatically loyal later that day.

-Which you did question

-extensively. 

-Because David had tried EVERYTHING with those kids

-And suddenly they love Daniel

-Which is kind of a red flag.

-You didn’t want to hurt Daniel’s feelings.

-But you were sure that he would understand your concerns.

-David hadn’t noticed that much.

-He was too busy moping.

-Daniel hadn’t actually planned on sacrificing you or purifying you btw.

-Just everybody else.

-Because having the person you love as a mindless yes zombie is no fun.

-But he kind of panicked when you asked about the kids.

-And he shoved you into the sauna. 

-Which he felt kind of sad about.

-He still wasn’t gonna sacrifice you though.

-But having you be a little bit less nosy was nice.

-And it was also pretty awesome to have you draped over him.

-And he could hug you as much as he wanted.

-So then when he heard David coming, he kissed you.

-The thing is, you might not even have stopped him from kissing you if you hadn’t been purified.

-Just maybe not in front of a bunch of campers.

-And David.

-And that was when David decided that Daniel had to go.

-Well also Max tipped him off before getting turned into a yes zombie himself.

-And then the whole Better Than You thing happened.

-And you were right with Daniel the whole time.

-Which made David super mad.

-So then when the effects started wearing off

-Because Daniel hadn’t planned for an argument

-Only just enough time for sacrificing

-And a dash more time to flaunt his amazingness to you

-Your head felt like it was swimming through tapioca.

-You staggered a little.

-So Daniel put his arm around you.

-And in your drugged confused state, you cuddled into him.

-What can I say? He was the only thing keeping you balanced.

-And you were also still semi drugged to love him.

-But then by the time Daniel slipped up and got sent to the hospital you were pretty much fine.

-But David made you go take a nap anyways.

-He wanted to be 100% sure whatever that was was out of your system.

-You guys didn’t really talk about what happened with Daniel.

-Neither of you really wanted to think about it.

-Although David couldn’t think of much else.

-He wanted to ask you if you actually loved Daniel

-But he could tell you didn’t want to discuss it.

-So he didn’t.

-You just felt betrayed.

-But things were pretty platonic between you and David.

-Both Gwen and Max were trying to help him ask you out

-But he was worried you were going to say no.

-And then Bonquisha happened.

-He had tried to move on and date someone else.

-Which had hurt you a lot.

-You didn't know why it hurt so much

-But it hurt a lot.

-But you acted like you were happy for them.

-Because Gwen told you.

-She thought it might make you jealous

-Which would force something to happen.

-But it didn’t.

-It just made you sad.

-And when Bonquisha broke up with him, he was really torn up about it.

-You thought it was because of the breakup.

-But it wasn’t.

-It was more about how he couldn’t keep anybody.

-Which wasn’t great for his self esteem.

-Neither was the fact that the two of you weren’t exactly talking.

-You and Bonquisha had gotten into a fight about the fact that you were 110% sure that she was cheating because you saw her kissing somebody else and she denied everything.

-And David defended her.

-Mainly because he just didn’t want it to be true.

-Which led to you two fighting.

-With words.

-In the end you just walked away.

-Which hurt a lot more than being yelled at, for David.

-You had spoke to him, but for nothing more than camp activities.

-Like “Hey David, could you pass the fire extinguisher.”

-And he’d pass it over

-And then conversation over.

-Max was annoyed.

-Because he was sure if David ever got up the nerve to apologize to you, and ask you out you would say yes.

-And he was right.

-After a lot of moping on David’s part, basically every camper knew what was going on.

-So they destroyed the blender in the kitchen.

-And made sure you were the one to go out to town to buy a new one.

-And the moment you were gone, everyone started taking turns giving him pep talks.

-And he got a looooooot of conflicting advice.

-Like 

-”Be sincere.”

-”Act cool, like you don’t really care.”

-”Be dramatic!”

-”Be clear. We don’t want any misunderstandings.”

-Yeah, it was a lot.

-So when you got back he tried to do everything at once.

-Which resulted in him having fallen on the ground.

-With a broken nose.

-You were a little less mad now.

-Because that was hilarious.

-And you could tell he had really tried.

-So you took him back to the Counselors Cabin.

- And administered as much first aid as you knew how.

-And he apologized again.

-Except as him.

-And you forgave him, obviously.

-Because he was your friend.

-After that everything went back to normalish.

-Max was annoyed he didn’t take the perfect opportunity to confess.

-But he wasn’t teary now, which was an improvement.

-Everything was purely platonic for the next while.

-But then Arrival Of The Torso Takers.

-You hadn’t been sure if anything was off.

-David had been touchier than usual.

-More hugs, more arm around shoulder, e.t.c.

-By this time you were pretty sure you had a crush on David.

-So you didn’t mind.

-But it also reminded you a little of Daniel.

-And then when David asked you out, you said yes.

-You were really excited.

-So was Gwen actually.

- You know who wasn’t?

-Max.

-He had been watching for a while. 

-And he did feel a little bad.

-He didn’t want to ruin your relationship.

-Except he also thought you deserved to know that your boyfriend was an alien.

- So he told you his suspicions.

-You agreed that David was off.

-You also thought it was a little fantastical.

-But you hadn’t noticed that Daniel was a cult leader.

-So you thought you should trust Max.

-Until he came back to you and said everything was probably fine.

-You were surprised.

-But he seemed totally normal.

-So you agreed.

-Until he came running by you about 10 minutes later.

-He grabbed you by the wrist and said Daniel was coming.

-So you both ran.

-You heard his voice, and it sent shivers down your spine.

-Calling for you to come back, saying he loved you......

-It was absolutely terrifying. 

-You had no idea where Max was going, but you wanted to save your breath for running instead of asking questions.

-Then he dragged you into a bomb shelter.

-And there was David.

-He looked like he’d been crying a lot.

-He was tied up in front of a bunch of screens playing certain parts of what was happening all over camp.

-You and Max ran over, and started untying him.

-Literally though,as soon as David was untied, Daniel p I c k e d y o u u p and put his arms around you, in a semi threatening way.

-What happened next was surprising though.

-David jumped on top of Daniel, and started attacking him.

-You just looked a Max, and he gave you a ‘what am I supposed to do?’ face.

-You guys left Daniel in the bunker.

-You felt kind of bad, but not really.

-He had been keeping David there for god knows how long.

-So when you went to hug David, he kissed you.

-Max was hooting, and yelling “FINALLY!”

-When David leaned back he apologized a lot.

-“I-I’m sorry-I should’ve asked-”

-You told him it was definitely fine.

-And you guys started dating.

-Even Max thought you guys were cute.

-And everything was sunshine and daisies.

-Until the Woodscouts, with Daniel as their new leader took control of Camp Campbell.

-Daniel took you away from the rest of the group, and started scolding you.

-Literally scolding you.

-About leaving with David.

-But then he said he forgave you, and so did Xemüg.

-And then he put his arm around you in a fiercely protective way, and marched right back out in front of everybody.

-And he was giving David this smug look, like ‘look what I can do and you can’t stop me’.

-You tried to shake his arm off, but he had a death grip on you.

-He’s just flaunting you to everybody

-Because he does actually love you.

-He’s just not great at loving people without being evil.

-After he takes Nikki you beg him to brig her back.

-Because you care about your kids.

-But he isn’t budging.

-What’s been really hard for David is having to see  you trailing around behind Daniel, knowing that if either of you don’t comply, a camper could die.

-And the fact that Daniel keeps touching you.

-Nothing lewd, just kisses and hugging and arm around shoulder, e.t.c.

-Daniel has all the Woodscouts giving him complete control.

-So there always seems to be one watching you in the few moments you have alone. 

-And then there was when Daniel was about to sacrifice Nikki.

-She seemed so chill.

-You asked him to sacrifice you instead.

-But no way was he doing that.

-And then, right before he killed Nikki, what you assumed was supposed to be his god came rising up.

-After a lot of banter back and forth, Daniel was commanded to go to Antarctica.

-He nodded solemnly, and took you by the hand.

-But Xemug said something along the lines of

-”Wait! No! Thou shalt not take anyone with you!”

-Daniel looked back and forth between you and the obviously fake Xemug.

-He gives you a final kiss, and walks off.

-And then it’s all done.

-The Woodscouts other than Pikeman, plus David and Max come out from behind the giant puppet Xemug they made.

-You guys free Nikki.

-David hugs you for an eternity.

-And everything really does return to normal.

Until the next disaster.

[ask-marcus-cally-and-ari]

Only Human

Chapter 6: Shelter Without a Goal 

Marcus’s tumbledown van was good for shelter and travel, but that was about it. It took three days for even him to get restless. Restless meaning, “I can’t take this! We gotta stay somewhere!” 

“But we’re still on the run,” Cally reasoned. “What if they have informants at hotels?” 

“Then we can stay at some rinky-dink motel! Somewhere ain’t nobody tryna be.” Marcus didn’t talk like that often. When he did, he was either really relaxed or super stressed. Given that not ten minutes ago he’d been freaking out over his tattoo and recently granted superpowers, it was clear which one it was. 

“And an easy place to take us out and get rid of the bodies,” Cally pointed out. 

“And an easier place to set traps,” Marcus answered. “Like the one that saved us.” 

Cally hesitated. “...Ari?” 

“...Maybe we should stay somewhere. Just to lay low. If we’re caught on the road, we probably won't be able to outrun them,” Ari suggested, wringing their hands together. “At least in a motel, we can set traps like Marcus said. And we can hide.”

“...Alright. We’ll stay at a motel. But only for a few days. We can’t afford to stay in one place for too long,” Cally acquiesced. She picked up her backpack and rummaged inside. “Next question is if we have enough money for that.”

“I should still have $30 left,” Ari said, pulling her wallet out. They gathered up all the money inside, nodded his head at the sum, and handed it to Cally. “Yep, $30 exact.”

“Check my bag. I should have $50 in there,” Marcus said, making a vague gesture to the floorboard. “There’s a small town up ahead. I can stop there and check if there’s a motel.”

As the trio neared the ramshackle town, Marcus noted a sign above a rickety old building that read ‘Rusty Pelican Motel.’ And true to its name, the entire building seemed heavily rusted. 

“That looks to be about as good as we’re gonna get,” Marcus said, pulling into the parking lot. 

“At least it looks like it won't cost much,” Ari added, stepping out of the van. 

Cally nodded. “Probably. How should we make money in the meantime? So we can get food, supplies, gas, et cetera? Given that literal superbeings are coming for our heads...” 

Marcus shrugged. “We could sing and have a hat on the ground.” 

Cally deadpanned. “...Seriously, Marcus? We don’t even have any in-” 

Marcus pointed at Ari, who was pulling a guitar case out of the car. “Ari is with us, we have instruments.” 

“I haven’t played guitar in awhile, but I should still be pretty good at it,” Ari said, strumming the guitar to demonstrate. 

“Then it’s settled,” Cally replied. “We can do it tomorrow.” 

“I really hope this motel has actual beds,” Ari said, putting the guitar back into its case.” 

“Same,” Marcus replied, opening the door. A group of girls and who looked to be a choir were gathered in the lobby, the choir director trying to calm down the rambunctious teens. 

“Since when do choirs practice in motels?” Ari whispered, leaning over to Cally. 

“I saw a broken down bus. Maybe they were going to do a concert,” she replied. “At any rate, it’s probably none of our business, so we should just get a room.” 

Smiling, Cally took the lead, starting to go through the girls, Marcus and Ari close behind. “Excuse me, pardon me, if you don’t mind-” 

“Hey! You guys are from that car chase video!” One of the girls gasped, turning away from the choir director. 

“...Say what, now?” Marcus asked, confused. 

“They called you the One Punch Marksman!” another girl gushed. “You tricked that scary guy and shot him twice!” 

“And the chase… it was awesome! How’d you do the effects?!” 

Marcus blushed. “Uh…” 

Cally burst in before he could answer. “We dunno. We just did the acting.” 

“It was so cool!” giggled one. “Can we get pictures?” 

 “And autographs?” 

“And-” 

“Hey, hey! Look, I know you guys are excited, but we’re just here to find a room, ok?” Ari interjected, pulling Cally away from the group. “Can you just... chill? Please?”

The girls giggled and conceded, backing away as Cally and Marcus headed to the desk. “Hey,” Marcus smiled. “Any chance you got a spare room?” 

“Almost nobody ever stays here. ‘Course we have a room,” the man across the desk answered. 

“How much?” 

“Since you three got some fame to your names, the boss wants me to give ya a discount. $20.” 

“So $40 for two nights?” Cally asked. 

“Yeah,” the man replied, putting a hand out for the cash. 

“Sounds good!” beamed Ari, handing it over. “So where’s our room?” 

“Second floor. Just head left as far as you can go, then take a right. Your room is at the end of that hallway,” The man said, handing the room keys to Ari. 

“Thanks,” the teen replied, then tilted his head to tell Cally and Marcus to leave. As they headed up the stairs to the second floor, the rinky dink nature of the motel only became more apparent.

“I don’t like how dark this part of the hotel is,” Cally said. “If we get attacked-”

“Yeah,” Marcus replied. “Not exactly cool with this, either.” 

“Guys, smile!” Ari beamed. “We got a hotel room! And a pool!” 

The pool was... it made Marcus sad just looking at it, but it was a pool. Which was more than they’d had three days ago. 

“It’s...Certainly something,” He said. 

“I’ll take this over being cooped up in a van. No offense, Marcus,” Ari said.

“None taken, it was crowded.” 

“Ok, he said that our room would be down the hall...Ah! There it is,” Ari pointed down a hall on their left. An uninviting wooden door stood at the end of the corridor. 

Marcus groaned. “Ugh.” 

Cally sighed. “How is this place still open?” 

“People looking for a quick place to stay? I mean, that’s why we’re here,” Ari shrugged. 

“Fair,” Marcus agreed. “And $20, what a deal.” 

“I’m not looking a gift horse in the mouth,” Cally replied as Ari tossed her the keys. “Well, we may as well make ourselves at home.” 

Marcus coughed once the door was open, the smell of smoke was so strong. “Gah, son of a gun, who even?! They gave us a smoking room?!”

“Where is it even coming from?” Ari choughed, covering their mouth. 

“I dunno,” groaned Cally. “But it’s all we can get. Let’s just get changed and go to bed.” 

Marcus sighed once they were all in, then took off his shirt in the cramped room, pulling out a pajama shirt to wear instead. 

Cally got into the tiny bathroom to change, and Ari turned their back to Marcus while changing. 

Once they were changed, Cally crossed her arms. “One bed. That’s it.” 

“Big enough for all of us,” Marcus replied. 

Cally winced. “Yeah... I’m not doing that. Hand me one of those extra blankets, I’m sleeping on the floor.” 

Marcus nodded. “Suit yourself. Ari?” 

“I’m fine with the floor. Besides, I doubt all of us trying to crowd onto the bed would even be comfortable.” 

Marcus chuckled bitterly. “Like it’ll be comfortable anyway.” 

“Yeah. Looks like it doesn’t even have springs in it.” Ari frowned at the bed. 

Cally nodded. “Honestly, the floor is the better option.” 

“Here’s hoping this place doesn’t have rats,” Ari remarked. They took the blankets and pillows off the bed and laid them out on the floor. “Are there any more blankets in that closet?” She asked, pointing to a door on the other side of the room.

"Lemme see," Marcus replied, looking at the closet. "I see one." Balling it up, the tattooed teen tossed it to Ari and got into bed. “Night, you two.” 

“Night, Marcus. Night, Cal,” Ari smiled, burying himself under the covers. 

“Night,” Cally said simply, turning off the lights and allowing herself the pleasure of forgetting her troubles, drowning them in the darkness of her sleep. 

[theelliottsmiths]

Do you have a story about how you got your cats please?

Okay so. I went to the shelter with the intention of maybe adopting a staffie (a dog, you understand, and not a cat at all). When I was there walking around the kennels I decided I wouldn't feel right having a dog of the size I like (aka not a little dog, I worry about stepping on them and also they're all bred to be in poor health, basically) in a place that doesn't have a big garden and whatnot. I decided I wanted to get a cat. I went home, went back a week later after thinking it though (my impulse control? superb, mostly), and there was this little black cat called Bear up for adoption. Adorable. Perfect fluffball. Smol girlie.

I asked if I could meet her. They said you have to have all your paperwork and whatnot ready because they don't reserve animals (?) so you basically have to take all your paperwork and adopt them the day you meet them. I went home and a week later emailed them asking if she was still there. Massive issues ensued, I don't know how people for whom a phonecall is not accessible can communicate with them.

I went back with all my paperwork organised to prove I am me and was allowed by the landlord to adopt a cat. My home was ready: I had two litter trays, food and water dishes, a bed, animal-safe disinfectant and anything else one might need when procuring a new feline friend.

She was no longer there. Sad day.

I asked which cats were indoor cats (I disagree with outdoor cats in general but also just wanted an indoor cat because I live near a road) and he gave me a list of three pens and, of course, mentioned the kittens were also obviously indoor cats. They had more than a dozen kittens.

Javert and Valjean did not go by those names then. They were aloof and sat looking through the window of the bedding section of their cage/pen (they're pretty big, considering). They were twice the size of all the other cats, and a pair, and boys: not at all what I was looking for, though they were at least adults (three years old). Still, I liked their vibes and wanted to pet a cat, so I asked the man to set up a room we could meet in.

I barely saw the boys in that room. They spent most of the hour hiding under a bench because they were cowardly. I took off my glasses for them to sniff and managed a single-finger head stroke. I fell in love. Avoir un coup de foudre.

I was told they were very standoffish and would never be affectionate, probably wouldn't even let me pet them. I didn't care: from the moment I saw them I knew, really, they were destined to be my boys.

The rest of the time was spent with me sitting on the concrete floor making awkward conversation whilst I got advice on whether I could dupe my landlord and get two cats and just be like uh yeah you said I could get two and I'm such a good tenant and they're good boys anyway so... Spoiler alert: turns out that if you just don't even say anything and act like yeah of course there are two they've always been here dude then they don't question it.

I said fuck it, helped the woman put them back in the carriers, and marched past all the staffies, the pigs, the rabbits, and the horse (who bit me the first time I went by the way, I think they knew I think horses are just donkeys living above their station) and up to the desk man to get the paperwork I would then spend two hours filling out. I had a confusing circular conversation with a woman who was also at the desk because I wrote the estimated hours I would be out of the house as per week and she didnt get that you can roughly divide that into the hours per day.

It was dark and windy by the time we were ready to go. The man offered to let us stay in the building until the taxi came to get us but like a fool I said no thanks and went outside. I was tired, my senses hurt, and we were all very stressed.

It turned out there was a car accident just up the road and the taxi was to be almost an hour late. We went back inside after ten minutes. I gave him a defiant look because my sister had already taken the other option, which was primarily sheepishness.

They then super offhandedly said oh btw you have to feed them X food only or they will get sick and bleed inside. They gave me four cans (two meals) because where do you get non-whiskas food at 7pm? Sidenote they were feeding them supplementary wet food and not complete wet food how are they allowed to work there? Also please don't feed your cats whiskas.

Then yeah. Got them home, they shouted a lot on the way, and I didn't see them for about three days. It's fine, didn't expect to. Eventually VJ and then Jav felt brave and learned about the living room and that was that. My boys.

It turns out that they were wrong, by the way. Jav is a little picky about his affection, he prefers to take than just recieve, but if I let him Valjean would be in my lap purring 22/7 (they have to eat and use the litter trays so I took off a couple of hours).

[madamlaydebug]

~ Scorpio New Moon ~

On October 27th/28th (depending on location) the New Moon is in electric, magnetic Scorpio, bringing with it an intense energetic storm.

Those who are highly sensitive to energy will have been sensing the charge in the atmosphere for the past week or two, as we are also in the shadow period that precedes Mercury retrograde.

This lunar energy is divinely placed so we clear out all old, harmful and disruptive energy before Mercury Retrograde arrives on Oct 31st.

We will be feeling highly intuitive, as well as having enhanced levels of sensitivity during this phase, so it is likely we will read deeply into situations, and possibly feel levels of emotional pain due to what we discover. The more we are aware of what and who emotionally triggers us, the better equipped we will be to get through this phase.

This New Moon is the optimum time to look at whatever is causing disharmony in our lives, and to discern whether it is our own doing, or created by our circumstances or those around us. The more dysfunction and drama we clear out of our lives before Mercury Retrograde begins, the more peaceful and harmonious the retrograde period will be.

It is also possible that rather than anything external causing friction or discomfort, it may just be our own overthinking and unhealed emotions that are making it immensely difficult for us to feel at ease and in harmony with life.

All zodiac signs will be affected by this lunar energy, but will particularly impact those born with Scorpio in their chart.

The moon is enigmatic and empowering whichever phase it is in, however, the New Moon in Scorpio brings super-charged energy.

Scorpio opens up an intense, all-consuming phase that questions the sincerity of our closest relationships and how comfortable we feel when communicating our innermost feelings and desires.

Revelations about our circumstances will be coming to us thick and fast, and could cause us to recoil from friends or loved ones as we attempt to make sense of our place in other people’s lives. We will likely notice that our relationships are being tested, which may result in us seeing the truth about those who aren’t authentic or sincere in their dealings with us. Particularly, we will see straight through the masks of those whose intentions and motivations do not match their words.

Scorpio’s powerful vibration has been building over this past week and many will have already felt the disruption, strength, and intensity emanating from it, and have seen how it has heightened existing tensions by presenting through obsessions, jealousies, arguments, frustrations, and disagreements.

It may seem that our circumstances are full of misconceptions, misunderstandings, and confusion, as we struggle to see who is on our side and who is secretly sticking knives in our back.

To top it off, our sensitivities will be off the scale, and we will want to emotionally react to things that we’d normally let pass. This may cause personality clashes with arguments and disagreements flaring up, and may even lead to closing doors on certain friendships or relationships. Though, if we are truthful with ourselves, these are the ones we probably should have ended long ago due to the amount of chaos they bring to our lives.

This energy can often feel brutal, compulsive, and irrational. So this moon phase is likely to bring out our extremes, meaning we may feel immense love and passion one minute—and high levels of anger or frustration the next.

We will have noticed in recent days we were turning our focus inward and discovering hidden depths and layers that we were previously unaware of. This is due to the Scorpio moon awakening our subconscious mind, putting the spotlight on our unhealed and deeply hidden emotional wounds.

We will be becoming more aware of certain things happening behind the scenes—and during this moon phase suddenly a light will shine brightly, and people’s true characters and intentions will be exposed.

Insights and wisdom will be coming to us thick and fast, so it is essential we take time to process and make sense of what information it all holds—and the reasons it is coming to us at this exact time.

Now is the time to prioritise ourselves, and mostly to place ourselves out of harms way; therefore, we will find ourselves compelled to cut the binding cords with relationships, friendships, and work ties that have been causing us more turmoil than calm.

It is never easy to let go of people that we’ve once felt close to, but with our new awareness and understanding, it is far easier knowing that our lives will be much more peaceful and stress-free without certain people or situations blocking our way forward.

This is definitely the time to get rid of any habits, patterns, thoughts, obsessions, commitments, dynamics, or material items that have been weighing us down and keeping us stuck in a reality that it neither healthy or serving us. Anything no longer resonates with who we are and how we want to be living will now start dissipating .

We will have low tolerance for people who are only around to create dysfunction—or to continuously take, with no effort to mutually maintain and help build the relationship.

One of the most significant things we need to remember during this New Moon is that Scorpio has a nasty sting in its tail, and once it inflicts pain on someone, they are unlikely to feel guilt or remorse. As long as the other person suffers more, Scorpio walks away feeling justified, believing that had the line not been crossed, they wouldn’t have felt the need to deliver a deliberate final blow.

Another vital thing is that Scorpio also has the longest, most detailed memory, so once they’ve been wronged, they won’t wait around to see if things can be put right. Therefore, anyone who behaves cruelly and callously during this moon period is likely to receive their last marching orders, and despite how irresistible they may be, or how much they plead for forgiveness, second chances will be unlikely.

Scorpio doesn’t “fake” anything, so we will quickly become aware of anyone around us who is wearing a mask and is full of false pretences, and we won’t hesitate to take a match and burn those bridges. During this energetic lunar wave, we may seem to others as though we’re handling things well, and appear unaffected on the surface, but internally, there will be a chaotic storm.

With all this happening, the best thing we can do is remain aware that energies are causing disorder and pandemonium, so there is no need to take it all personally, even though it will likely feel highly personal at the time.

This is why it is important to remember the difference between responding and reacting, and to move out of harm’s way when possible, so that we do not get into futile, explosive conflicts and become emotionally and mentally drained.

The good news is that although this moon is choppy and unstable, it will show us who our true friends are. And while learning that someone is not our true friend can be temporarily hurtful, in the long run we are far better off knowing who is loyal, genuine, and clearly on our side.

As with all storms, we have a choice: we can go into self-protection/damage limitation mode and turn off our phones and take shelter, hibernate, and isolate for a few days to keep ourselves away from as much human interaction as possible, or we can confront the storm head on, ride it, and see what it’s here to teach us.

Step back and observe rather than diving into the deep end, as although it may be tempting to put people straight and dish out a piece of our mind, all that happens is that we are dragged into other people’s chaos, and we won’t feel good about it when the drama settles down. It is also vital to remember that some people are energy vampires and will deliberately manipulate us to create chaotic scenes that can lower our vibration as they energetically feed off our volatile emotions—if we choose to let our thoughts and feelings spill out.

Despite how challenging and volatile Scorpio is, it will be a period where our intuition—or even psychic ability—peaks, and we see people with clarity. This helps us successfully untangle the complex reasons that we’ve allowed dysfunctional dynamics to remain, and brings us to an understanding of the true reason that certain people are in our lives.

When we go through energy shifts, it is vital that we discard outdated belief systems, let go of irrational and debilitating thoughts, untangle ourselves from toxic dynamics, and become aware of how we are holding ourselves back by repeating harmful patterns of behaviour.

Absorbing this lunar energy can be overstimulating at times, which might make us feel emotional, drained, and fatigued, and we may also notice the following occurring:

* People from our past reappear, so we have the chance to finally learn a valuable lesson, to make amends, or to forgive and release the past once and for all.

*Physiological symptoms may manifest, such as flu-like symptoms, ear ringing, or aches and pains.

*Frequent anxiety or feeling panicky without clear reason.

*

We might “know” things without logical explanation and find it difficult to explain the source of our information.

*Irrational bouts of fear of the future.

*Temporary loss of memories, forgetting things, misplacing items.

*Time appearing to go extremely slow or fast.

*Taking more responsibility for behaviour and actions.

*Disrupted sleep, insomnia, waking between the hours of 2:00 to 5:00 a.m.

*Vivid dreams that help us find resolution with past emotional issues.

*Irritable, triggered easily, mood swings, frustration, sadness, bouts of anger.

*Sensitive to noise, light, tastes, touch.

*Feeling as though something huge is about to happen.

*Awakening to past mistakes and no longer allowing ourselves to repeat them.

*Chronic fatigue and being around other people feels draining.

*Feeling zoned, spaced out, or ungrounded.

* High intuition, sudden insights, heightened awareness, enhanced compassion and empathy, seeing things with clarity, and receiving answers or resolutions to ongoing issues.

*Releasing, healing, letting go of the past.

*Overthinking and obsessing over tiny details.

*Emotional, bursting into tears for no apparent reason.

*Noticing synchronicities—for instance, certain number patterns reappearing.

*More consciously aware of other people’s energy fields and highly sensitive to negativity.

*Sensitive to certain noises, particularly tones of voices.

*Becoming aware of things we have been conditioned to believe.

*Growing discomfort around certain family members, friends, or work colleagues.

*Wanting to spend time alone, introspection.

To make the most of this energetic phase and manifest the life we want to be living, we can ask ourselves the following questions:

*Who and what nourishes my soul?

*What stories am I telling myself that are keeping me trapped?

*Why am I afraid to trust?

*What do I need to do in order to love myself more?

*How can I connect more with other people on a soul level?

*Am I being honest about my emotions and being true to myself?

*What do I need to do to forgive myself, and others, fully?

*Who or what am I holding on to that is causing dysfunction in my life?

Overall, we are receiving an empowering opportunity for major personal transformation, to remove blockages and old patterns, to realise and manifest our purpose, and to expand our conscious awareness.

New moons are for a time for new beginnings, but this one, specifically, with the accumulation of Scorpio and Mercury energy, is also bringing endings. The saying “when one door opens, another door closes” will certainly be ringing true in the days ahead.

As with everything moon related, it is all for our highest good, and that of those around us. So although major change and transformation is on its way, there is nothing to fear, as long as we stay mindful and aware and don’t react irrationally to the turbulent and potent energy swirling around.

Mercury retrograde and the New Moon make this timely appearance to force a final push so we finally release anything harmful or destructive in our lives, as we do not want to keep carrying around old and heavy baggage.

If we remain aware that at any time our own, or other people’s, behavior could catch us off guard, we will find this period a huge learning experience that will deliver the exact insight needed to reshuffle our lives, readjust direction, and shift towards the end of 2019 well-informed and fully prepared to enter 2020, on a wavelength that offers the very best chance of creating twelve new blissful, loving, peaceful, and extremely high-vibrational months.

During intensive energy shifts, it is highly recommended to regularly cleanse our energy field at the beginning and end of each day by drinking plenty of water, taking salt water baths, meditating, or spending time outdoors in nature, and taking time out alone to reconnect with oneself and to release any negative energy that may have accumulated.

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[deadmomjokes]

Things You Need to Know When Adopting From an Animal Shelter: Dogs

I figured I’d make an informational post about things that I would routinely tell people when they came into the shelter looking to adopt. Cats are a totally different ballgame, so I’ll do a separate post for them a little later on.

First, listen to your shelter staff. They will be in the best position to know the animal’s needs and quirks. If they tell you this dog doesn’t do well with kids or small animals, don’t just assume it will be fine and take the dog home to a house full of children and rabbits. Trust them as professionals.

Make sure you can actually have a dog, legally and living-situationally. You’d be surprised how many times we got a dog returned within 24 or 48 hours because the people who adopted it weren’t allowed to have a dog by their lease, or adopted it without consulting others in the home.

Make sure you can commit to giving the dog your time. Dogs need companionship, and they need exercise. Can you make sure your dog gets walks and play time every single day? Will you have time to hang out with your dog, especially when you first get it? Or are you planning to crate your dog 10 hours a day while you’re at work and only let it out to pee at night and in the early morning? That’s not fair for a dog; they require much more attention and care than that. If you’re looking for a slightly more independent house buddy, you may need to consider a cat. (More on that later.)

Understand that breed listings in shelters are not a guarantee. Unless someone surrendered their dog with papers (unlikely), shelters cannot say for sure whether that’s a pure poodle, only what it looks like. If you have allergy concerns, please don’t depend on the shelter’s breed listing.

Know that a dog’s behavior in the shelter is not always indicative of their behavior in a home environment. They very rarely get enough mental stimulation or exercise in a shelter, which is designed to be just that--a shelter. A temporary living space. It’s loud, there’s tons of scary smells, there are strangers wandering through, their food may have changed-- they’re scared, stressed, and confused. They have energy to burn. And whenever you take them out of their kennel, of course they’re going to jump up and bark and act a little crazy. They’re happy you’re here! Or they may cower, because who are you? Or they may not act any way at all. They may just lumber along like nothing matters, they may not show any personality. Please know this is temporary. Once again, trust your shelter staff, and please spend plenty of time with the dog! Don’t just take 10 minutes to decide on your next family member; you should spend minimum an hour. This is a huge decision, so treat it like one and as you spend time with the dog, you’ll start to see glimpses of who they really are.

Similarly, a dog is not going to act “right” for a while after you get it home. Even if that dog was housetrained before, or knows commands, it may “act up” when you get it home. It may regress, or display some neurotic tics like licking, chewing, or scratching (both themselves and objects in your home). It may want to be left alone for a little while, or it may be super clingy. This behavior is temporary, and will subside. You have to be patient and give it time. The dog doesn’t realize you aren’t another temporary stop, and it doesn’t know it’s safe with you. It has no idea what just happened. Give it at bare minimum 2 weeks and be patient, looking for the progress instead of the things they’re doing “wrong”. Don’t yell at the dog, don’t use crate as a punishment, and please be gentle.

Crate training is your friend, but may need to start later than day one or two. Some dogs love the comfort of having their own space, while others relate it to their time at the shelter and get scared. Pay attention to your dog’s cues, and make sure you put plenty of comfy things in your dog’s crate. Try getting them used to a particular bed or blanket first, then transition it to the crate over time.

Take them to the vet soon. Most shelters are going to require a vet check and spay/neuter in their adoption paperwork, but even if they don’t, it’s a great idea. You want to make sure they aren’t carrying anything, or that they don’t have a condition that shelter staff missed. Also, get them fixed if they aren’t. It helps them live longer and can prevent some potentially fatal issues later on.

Consider a microchip. Some dogs may get a little adventurous as part of their adjustment period, so a microchip is a great way to help them get back to you if they get out and get lost in a now-unfamiliar neighborhood. If you do get the dog chipped, make sure you register that chip day 1, and keep your info current. Just because the chip is in doesn’t mean it’s registered!

Try to get your new dog when you know you’ll have time to be at home for the first few days. This dog doesn’t know you, even if you fell in love with him at first sight. You need to make yourself familiar, and a comforting, stable presence. Think long weekend or other consecutive vacation days.

Let them have their space, and follow their lead. Don’t force them to snuggle with you if they’d rather not. Once again, you’re a stranger. It’s like meeting a relative you haven’t seen before who knows you from pictures and stories. Aunt Betty’s hugs are well meaning, but uncomfortable because to you, she’s a total stranger. You are Aunt Betty to this dog. They may like you, but they may need some alone time. Don’t force them into interactions, but give them opportunities. Talk sweetly to them, offer them treats, use their new name a lot, and offer a toy or blanket to see if they feel like playing or cuddling. Feel free to give them lots of pets, and they may love it and never want you to stop, but pay attention to their body language. If they start yawning repeatedly and/or panting, licking their lips, turning their head or eyes away, or shaking off like when wet, they’re uncomfortable. Also, if they growl or turn up a lip, back off! Don’t try to cuddle them out of it (also a thing people will do, but shouldn’t).

Be aware that their bowel habits may change. In other words, they may have the runs, or get horribly constipated. Unless you know the exact type of food from the shelter and plan on keeping them on it, you will be changing their food. (Most shelters feed whatever is donated, so there is often no one type for you to keep them on.) Food changes, combined with the stress of all the weirdness happening around them, can lead to poopy problems. Just be aware. They’re not doing it on purpose, and they’re probably not sick; it just happens sometimes. Reduce the stress in their environment as much as possible, and take them to the vet if it doesn’t get better or go away within a few days, or they stop drinking water.

They may not want to eat for the first day or so. While not ideal, it’s also pretty normal. Again, it’s all about the stress of the new situation and changes. Offer them treats regularly (and vary the offerings), but don’t try to force-feed them. If they take treats but won’t touch their food bowl, it’s probably just nerves. They may not even take the treats, and it can still be okay. Always contact a vet if it goes beyond a day or two just to be safe. You can also try a high-quality wet food, which most dogs just can’t resist. Don’t hover over them when they’re supposed to be eating, that can make them nervous. Leave some food out if they aren’t feeding on your schedule, and then transition to timed-feeding later on after they get comfortable around you. Consider feeding them whenever you sit down to eat, so they know it’s food time and you’re not just some weirdo watching them eat in a strange house.

Keep several water bowls throughout the house at first, they may get lost or forget where the water was.

Don’t take them to the pet store to pick out a toy right away. Bring them something nice, or have it waiting on them when you come home from the shelter, but PetSmart and similar places are stressful and full of too many sights and smells. Wait a few days at home before going on outings like that.

Give it (ideally)10 days before introducing any new animals, particularly other dogs. This means waiting to go to the dog park. This is just to make sure your new pal is healthy and not going to spread something, or catch something. It also makes sure their last round of vaccines and boosters (usually given at adoption) is fully effective.

Consider a training class, but don’t start right away. You can begin trying to train on day 1, especially for things like housetraining, but you want your dog to be comfortable with you before passing them off to another stranger to learn tricks and manners. Also, training takes a ton of time, effort, and consistency. So know that your new dog may bark for quite a while before you can train them out of it, and that’s normal even for a dog that didn’t come from a shelter.

Above all, be patient. I’ve said it several times here, but it is so important. Most animals are “returned” (surrendered back to the shelter of origin) within a month of adoption. This is so bad for the dog, and can lead to trust and attachment issues that make it harder for the next person who wants to adopt, leading into a vicious cycle of adoption and return. It’s also sad for the family, because they’ve missed out on a great dog simply because they didn’t put themselves in the dog’s pov. You can’t explain to a dog what’s happening, and as much as we anthropomorphize and say that animals can sense when you have good intentions, it’s not always true. They get just as stressed and scared as we do, sometimes more because they can’t tell us what’s wrong and we can’t tell them it’s okay. Give them time, give them benefit of the doubt, and give them a stable place to learn how to trust again.

And yes, for every single one of these, I have a story or incident that made me include it on the list. Usually involving people trying to return a dog to us because they didn’t take one of these into account. I know it’s a lot to keep in mind, but adopting a dog is a big huge deal and should be treated as such. If you feel you can’t do some of these things, it’s best to wait until you can.

[fantasyfandommaiden]

ML Counsellor AU: Sass’s Session

Carmine gets an interesting visit from another kwami one night. It’s not Tikki or Plagg, but another one who calls himself Sass.

Dedicated to @nerdasaurus1200 for their wonderful idea about previous snake hero’s.

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It was now becoming a common sight for super hero’s and Kwami’s to make an appearance at her apartment, to the point where Carmine had placed a small sign on her back balcony door that said ‘Open’ on one side and ‘Closed’ on the other. If her friends ever asked, Carmine simply said it was so birds would stop saying into the glass door, which was partially true.

So when she returned one day after buying groceries and saw that the small stress balls she used as kwami chairs were on the table, she knew she had company. She closed her door and locked it behind her as she walked towards the kitchen holding the bags of groceries “I’m alone.” She called, giving a sort of all clear for the small god like beings “Although you guys are very early.” She placed the bags on the counter and looked over to the table to see the Kwami’s... and saw one she had never seen before.

The kwami itself resembled a sort of lizard almost, but Carmine guessed it was suppose to be a snake. He had sea green skin with dark green diamonds running down its back, he also had small fangs and piercing yellow eyes.

The kwami looked at her appraisingly before speaking, his speech having a slight lisp to it. “Greetings.” He said to her, his ‘S’s extended in a hiss like a snake “You are the psychologist Plagg and a Tikki spoke of I take it?” He asked her.

Carmine looked at him long and hard, confused, was there a snake hero and no one told her? “... yes, although I would hope you checked before coming into a strangers home, least you get discovered by someone else.” She said slowly “Do you drink tea, Mr...”

“Sass.” He stated evenly “And I believe Plagg and Tikki was said to call you Carmine, correct?”

“Yes, my name is Carmine Regal, it’s a pleasure to meet you Sass.” She said as she brought over a tea cup for herself and a small doll one for Sass. She sat down, looking st the Kwami somewhat confused expression as the kettle boiled.

Sass sat down on one of the stress balls, looking up at Carmine “You are wondering why I am here, correct?” He asked her, seeming to answer the unasked question.

Carmine nodded ���I know that Plagg and Tikki aren’t necessarily suppose to be speaking to me, and I know the other Kwami’s for Queen Bee, Rena Rouge And Carapace are protected when not in use, so this is somewhat surprising to me.” She said calmly.

Sass nodded, looking thoughtful for a moment “... The Guardian doesn’t know I am here, but Carapace’s Kwami does. He didn’t approve of this either, but he understands enough to not tell the Guardian unless I don’t return.” He explained to her “I’ve come for a similar reason as Tikki did her first visit.”

The kettle chose to whistle at that moment, making Carmine stand up and got get it for the tea. Tikki’s first visit had been to speak of her previous Chosen, Joan of Arc and her tragic downfall... “Do you have a preference of tea?”

“... I think Sideritis would be fittingly you have any, it is also called mountain tea or shepherds tea.” He said. Carmine looked over her shoulder at the kwami, nodding “If it’s a tea I most likely have it.” Low and behold she did.

She brought it over, and allowed the tea to brew as Sass spoke again.

“One of my chosen had a very rough beginning to life.” The snake Kwami began “Her legend is well know, however the true story has been forgotten.” He looked up at Carmine with his yellow snake eyes “You know the legend of Medusa, yes?”

If Carmine had been drinking her tea she would have spat it out. Instead she looked at the Kwami in shock “Um, yes...” she said slowly “... she was one of the Gorgon sisters, who had been cursed by Athena when Poseidon had his way with her within Athena’s temple. She was cursed to have snakes for hair, becoming hideous and that anyone who looked upon her turned to stone.” She stated, looking at Sass who held a neutral expression “... I take it some of that isn’t true.”

“Indeed. Most points are true. Posidon did have his way with a Gorgon within the goddess temple, and Athena was responsible for the curse of Medusa, and any man that did stare into her eyes was turned to stone.” He said to her. “However some facts were altered to better suite a male ego, as well as was lost to time.”

The snake Kwami took a sip of the tea, looking at Carmine “The woman was a priestess if Athena, she had been defiled by Posidon. She was not in the wrong and Athena knew this. However she had to keep up appearances with the other gods. She had to make the priestess ‘suffer’ for ‘defiling’ her temple.” He stated “So, she cursed the child that came from that awful union with a curse that made her ‘hideous’ and snakes for hair that turned men to stone, for what was worse to a god than to be hideous and to never allow themselves to be near a male without turning him to stone.” He said with slight eye roll.

“What the gods failed to realise was that Athena, in her own way, had given the child a gift. No man could ever do to her what had been done to her mother, she could never be hurt like her mother had. Women were safe from Medusa’s gaze, thus why here symbol was and still is used as a symbol for shelter for women escaping their abusers.” He said smiling “... my little Medusa was an amazing snake... her mother, had she lived through the child birth, would have been proud.”

Carmine looked at Sass “... how did you meet her?” She asked slowly, and Sass smiled “... I was with her from before the day she was born. Medusa’s mother, May she rest in piece, had been the guardian of the Kwami relics at the time. It was a great responsibility, and Medusa’s mother took it very seriously, as did Medusa when it was her turn to look after them.” Sass explained, a small smile on his face “... I was the one to name her ‘Medusa’. It means ‘Guardian and protectress’. Any woman that came to her sanctuary was protected from their abuser, none dare crossed her.”

“... my little hatchling was filled with so much anger.” Sass continued sadly “Anger at the men, at the gods, at Athena for the ‘monster’ she had become. Myself and the other Kwami’s tried to help her as best as we could however...” he looked down sadly into his small tea cup “... she never truly got over her rage. She wasn’t always angry, not when she protected the woman who came into the temple for her protection. But of course, history forgets the kind things she did, for they had to paint her as the perfect villain, the most hideous monster. Not the sad, scared small child who was put into a situation beyond her control...”

The snake kwami takes another sip of his tea, letting out a sigh “... Humans have this notion, that there should always be two sides. The right and the wrong, the righteous and the villains.... they have a hard time looking at the whole picture.” He looks up at Carmine “... I just want my hatchling to be remembered for the kind, protective woman she was, not the monster they painted her to be.”

Carmine gave the small being a sad smile “... I understand that.” Carmine said softly “Maybe not to the same degree, but I understand wanting to be remembered in a better light, and not the shadow.” She took a sip of her tea, looking at the small snake kwami “Do you have time to tell me more?”

Sass gave a small smile “... I believe I do, if you don’t mind.” He said, before speaking again about his beloved, of misunderstood wielder and the good she had done for Greece.

[katcadecascade]

ML WIP Fic of Season 1

I got a bit tired of the salt of s2 and s3 and I ended up writing a canon divergent of one of the things that really got on my nerves originally: the adults

Winning is easy. Governing is harder.

“Mayor Bourgeois, any comments on your opposing candidate becoming today’s akuma victim?”

The flashing lights and loud pestering of the news media were brighter than ever in the city council’s hall. All the attention and publicity were magnetized due to the unusual circumstances that have unraveled throughout Paris.

Heroes with unparalleled strength and powers fighting against a villain that can easily manipulate a person into their darkest selves.

With that latter part in mind, Andre Bourgeois shakes his head with shame, “Witnessing Mister D’Argencourt becoming so deranged and agro over our professional careers is such a sad mark on our history. I thought he would be better than to succumb into his failures.”

“By succumb do you believe that all akuma victims are far too emotional and weak to the whims of Le Papillion?”

Ah, leave it to reporters to twist words the moment they enter the air.

“Nonsense!” The mayor said loudly, not shouted mind you, for he is a politician. “This Le Papillion fiend is the cruelest to everyone’s humanity. Thankfully we have our heroes, Ladybug and Chat Noir, ready to save the day.”

At the bold declaration, the cameras glinted at the super duo’s mention. Everyone in the grand hall couldn’t help but belt out more questions about the heroes, either about fears or hopes of the future but one voice prevailed over the others.

“Daddy, don’t forget to say how Ladybug saved my life!”

His dear sweet daughter is truly modest is she not?

Chloe is instantly at his side, despite his bodyguards’ initial protest. Her smile shines like a star, giving the cameras a picture perfect look of the mayor as a good father. He’s even wearing a matching tie for his daughter.

“Ladybug is simply the best,” Chloe stated, “Today she totally stopped that Dark Sword guy all to save me again. She just treats me as the jewel of Paris because that’s exactly what I am.”

The girl flips her hair over her shoulder, turning her head this way and that. Oh, the father thought, she must be modeling. That Agreste boy should give her a few more pointers.

“Oh my dear, darling,” Andre laughs, pressing a kiss on her forehead.

She immediately pushes him lightly, whining angrily, “Daddy, you’re going to mess up my hair!”

“I’m sorry Chloe,” he quickly has a bashful smile for the ever present camera. “Girls and their hair, I’ll understand it one day.”

A few reporters laugh, the men’s more notably than the women’s.

“If something as simple has hair puzzles you, I can’t help but fear the other things that you do not understand today,” a sharp voice enters the hall.

The click of high heels gains all of the cameras’ attention, leaving Andre’s twitching frown unseen for the most part.

“Hello, Amelia,” the mayor greets and makes sure his charming smile is captured as he makes a big gesture to meet her halfway and shakes her hand.

With the massive focus on Armand D’Argencourt akumatized into Le Chevalier Noir, the other mayoral candidate, Amelia Archambeau, had the perfect opportunity to have a dramatic entrance.

Her subtle smile does nothing to blunt the quick scratch from her red painted nails when their hands meet.

“Madame Archambeau,” a flurry of reports call out but one has a question that digs into Andre’s side, “are you implying that Mayor Bourgeois is lacking his duty?”

“Surely she’s not,” Andre answers for her, “that would be quite a childish remark.”

“Au contraire Mayor,” Amelia rebuts with her tone as sharp as her hair cut. There’s a snake in her smile as she continues, taking a step closer to the camera, “He dares say it’s childish on my behalf when in reality, it is unprofessional on his.”

“Excuse me?” He splutters but quickly composing his face. He lets Chloe be the face of his anger as her jaw drops dramatically.

“Le Papillion may have turned Paris upside down and yes, we have our faith in Ladybug and Chat Noir to return everything back to the way it is, our normal day to day lives,” Amelia’s strong voice enraptures the entire hall, everyone silent and patience to hear her.

From a nearby TV screen, Amelia Archambeau is framed in the center. As disrespected and angry Andre feels at this moment, he’s impressed at how her small frown is enough to not be interpreted as unreasonable fury nor uninterested disappointment. It’s her eyes that frighten him, black and confident and utterly ready to speak her truth.

“Yet that’s just it, our day to day lives where we experience emotions both big and small. Le Papillion abuses our vulnerability, forces it down into our weakness and his strength. Our heroes save us each and every time but does our mayor do?”

Having no idea where this is heading, Andre strides to her side, looking down at her, “I give where credit is due, to our heroes. They handle this akuma attacks. What do you expect me to do?” He turns to the cameras with a humorous smile, “Wear spandex and jump around Paris?”

Their audience laughs but when his eyes meet again with Amelia’s, her unimpressed little shake of her head is only a prelude to his downfall.

“I expected you to at least help,” she stresses, her lips pressed into a thin line. “There have been thirty akuma cases and each one woke up confused and disoriented and felt guilty for feeling emotions. No one should ever feel invalidated by that. My department of community service and volunteer programs has been setting up therapist and specialized experts on assuring the public that Le Papillion’s control on us is not inevitable. But we are a small effort compared to the absolute nothing that you, Andre B, have done.”

“I support our heroes through enforcing the police force,” he defended, feeling the easy air in the council hall boil under the tension. “Security perimeters are set to protect the public.”

“If that’s the case then why is there a teenager running into the fray?” Amelia directs her tight lipped frown to the people behind the studio grade cameras, “How is it that only one blog has the closet shots of the fights while the official news channels only cover up the aftermath?”

While the cameras are still steadily meeting the woman’s gaze, the reporters’ eyes shift elsewhere.

That elsewhere is Chloe who scoffs loudly.

“That blogger just doesn’t know when to quit her embarrassing little website,” Chloe claims, mindlessly checking her nails like it’s all boring news.

Amelia only blinks at her, “She’s also your classmate. Her website tells the public that majority of the akuma victims are also in your class,” her cold stare doesn’t waver off Chloe but then that ice targets Andre once more. “Most of these victims are children, Andre, your daughter’s schoolmates. Ladybug and Chat Noir are seen to help out the victims once the akuma is gone but surely there is more than can be done. You could have done more, Andre, you could’ve put more support in the public’s census fear of having one bad day and suddenly lashing out with an unbelievable damage.”

The mayor couldn’t speak a word. His general knowledge and efforts relied solely on the heroes and the police district.

Madame Archambeau faces the cameras, “I’d like to remind you all of my plans if you choose me as your new mayor. There has been an unbalanced of power to the police, the public, and the heroes. Everyone is responsible for their emotions but no one is responsible for a terrorist manipulating an unhappy individual into a bomb. I already have my department in charge of giving back to the public through the means of food drive, blood drives, therapy programs, homeless shelters, and many others that I know and seen Le Papillion lay his butterflies on.”

She closes her eyes, shame and sadness exposure through the tiniest of trembling hands that reminds Andre on how much pressure it is to be responsible for so many people that suffer.

Yet as the mayor, his pressure would weigh the same wouldn’t it?

It takes a few seconds for him to correct himself, now realizing how he effortlessly slides that sense of duty to the red and black heroes.

There were so many things he could have done, he realizes far too late as he watches Amelia open her eyes and straightens her posture.

“However this election ends, I will continue to put in all of my efforts into protecting Paris.” Amelia smiles kindly, so soft and strong, “It’s the least I can do to help out Ladybug and Chat Noir.”

That smile and those words, the ones that speared into his gut and politely shook sense to his brain, Andre Bourgeois can already see the results before any grand announcement is played.

He spends his last day as mayor thinking about the little amount of help he provided for his city.

[jpat82]

Secret World

Chapter 4

I had spent hours at the library, reading everything I could. From what I could tell I definitely wasn't in Kansas anymore Toto. In 2011 there had been a major alien attack on New York. At the cusp of the attack was a man named Loki, and evidently not the Norse God either. A group of super hero's for the lack of a better word had stopped it.

    The names of these people, Ironman, Captain America? Straight up out of child's cartoon that was for sure and I thought my world was crazy with the tide pod challenge. The more I read, the deeper I got, more names popped up and more odd instances that never happened, or at least not in the world I remembered. Flying robots? Whole cities raising from the ground? I was as far from my home as Dorthy had been in Oz.

    When I finally left the library I realized I had been in there way longer then I had intended. The sun was way past noon. Finally on its slow descent back down across the sky, that means before long I would have to keep an eye out of the shadows. I hooked left when I started to leave, unsure of where to go.

    High on my list of priorities was finding a place to hunker down for the night, some place well lit. Who knew what would be lurking in the dark in this realm, maybe those beastly looking dog things I had seen when I ran to the theater.

     Second thing I needed was food, and since in my current plight my debt card had decided it no longer wanted to worked I was screwed because I actually had no money. Things aren't going the way I really needed them to, and begging for scraps or panhandling is not how I wanted to spend my evening.

    Spend my evening, this would be the second evening for me in the same day. And they locked me for a pshyc test for less then this crazy nonsense. I tried to keep an even breath while not letting the events of the day get to me.

    Slowly, since I actually had no real place to be, I wandered my way to a park. It was nice and open, not at a lot of hiding places, and certainly none big enough to hide the shadows I do desperately try to avoid. I sat down on a nearby bench, and just watched as people jogged past. A family sitting for a picnic, everyone seemly content in this world. Maybe that's why everything seemed just slightly off. Everyone was okay with one another, closer to one another.

      "There you are!" I heard the mistakable voice of the kid from earlier, peering over my shoulder I saw him jogging over. His book bag slung heavily over his back, lopsided smile on his smooth baby face. "I've been looking all over the city."

    "That's kinda creepy." I told him, watching as he came and sat next to me on the bench.

"No.. I meant you seemed like you needed.. I meant, you.. I was worried.." The kid stuttered, he had a nervous energy about him. Despite everything going on in the recent events my life had taken it was nice to see him, it was nice to him attempt not to talk over himself.

"I get it, sorry for kneeing your buddy." I told him, fiddling with my hands in my own attempt not to let off how overwhelmed I was.

"Oh, him, he's fine. How are you doing, you were pretty.." The bit his lip for a moment, sad eyes trained on me. "Scared."

"I could say I was a little out of it and confused, that's for sure. Scared and freaked out that's an affirmative unfortunately." I sighed, leaning back against the bench.

"Well, coming back five years later would freak anybody out." He said softly.

"That's just it kid, today was May 18, 2019. And now you're telling me, the news is telling me, everything I've read is saying that it's four years past that date?" I sighed heavily looking out at the park before us. "It's a trip, that's for sure."

     "That doesn't make any sense the snap happened in 2018, why would you think it was 2019?" He asked more to himself then to me.

     "I don't know about the snap, for me that didn't happen. Earlier today, before you found me this morning, it was evening and I was in a movie theater. It was May 18, 2019, and then when I came too in the street, its the morning of May 18, 2023. And it makes no sense." I finally said it out loud, the totality and the weight of my reality slowly crushing down on me.

     "So that meant you survived the snap, and then got brought to this time?" He asked, confusion in his voice, eyebrows pinched together.

      "That's just it kid, the snap.. that never happened, Thanos, he didn't exist." I told him, shifting so I could face him. "I don't know, nor do I understand. The people I read about today, they never existed, or at least not in the capacity that they do here."

     "So you mean Ironman.. Tony Stark.." I could tell he was holding back, his eyes moistening as he looked down.

    "I've never heard of him, and he seems to be something big here. There is no way, even my lack of knowledge of current events, I would of not heard about him, the attack on New York, some place called Sokovia, none of that happened for me." I stressed, I could feel my chest tightening again, my heart thumping heavily in my chest.

     "But you called me Spiderling?" The kid shook his head before looking up at me.

    "Sometimes.. I see things, whether it's the past, or the future, sometimes it's things I can't explain." I explained.

    "You saw Tony, talking to me." He sounded defeated and even sad at my revelation.

    "I guess he was someone you were close to?" This is one the harder parts, people having hopes that I knew their loved ones or that I could commune with them.

    "Yeah, he was.." The kid took a deep breath, before recomposing himself. "Never mind, you must be tired. I know a place you can crash for the night, and maybe somebody will be able to explain what happened. If that's what you want. Couple of them are rough around the edge but good guys."

I looked around, sighing as I watch people gathering their picnics. Orange hues started to grace the world, signifying that the day was coming to a close and time for me to seek shelter. I bit my lip and looked over the kid, he had stood and held his hand out toward me.

"I promise, you'll be safe." The kid said, I grabbed his hand and slowly stood from the bench. "I'm Peter by the way."

"Call me Echo, no offense but I still don't know you." I stated, Echo was the nickname my Aunt had given me. Since it was what I could see, echos of the past or future. It was an inside thing for us, something that I kept close to me as I reached adulthood.

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