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roseofithaca · 8 months ago

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Last Days

(Some entries from my oc Silver's "Book of Shadows" / diary, leading up to her death. The photo is of my actual doggo who passed away eight years ago. 🥺🥹).

24th June 2003

Confidence Spell

In a cleansed space, dress a small orange candle with oil and coat with mixed herbs, most notably rosemary, chamomile and lavender. State your intention before lighting the match. Sit and watch in a comfortable position while visualising the light glowing within yourself.

I did it.

I told them.

The spell worked, it gave me the courage to stand in front of them and finally come out. In hindsight I should have remembered to cast a ward of protection around myself for the aftermath. But Derek at the shop told me that focusing too much on protection magic can actually attract harmful energies. And, to be honest, a part of me wanted the drama. I wanted my family to give a shit, even if it was thrown in my face. Wow, gross imagery there, Silver.

I suppose it went better then some. Reading posts on some gay and lesbian forums, some folks have it a lot worse, especially over in America. This one girl's dad was a pastor (I think that's like a Vicar? We only ever called them that around my town). When she came out to him, he had her sent to some preachy conversion therapy camp and she ended up having to run away to live with her cousin, now her immediate family act like she's dead. Yikes. I didn't get it that bad.

My sister rolled her eyes and scoffed. "Sure you are. You're totally not just doing this for attention, like the witchy thing." And my brother was cringing like I'd tried to flash him or something. "How do you even know? You've not even had that many boyfriends!" Ugh! What the fuck?! What kind of older brother wants his sister to sleep around more than dudes until she "can be certain"? I've had enough experience as I need, bruv! Think he just feels weird now as I've probably ruined all that lesbian p*rn I know he's into after that time I used the computer after him and he forgot to delete his history.

And Mum? Well.

She cried. She didn't wail or scream or anything but if was kinda like the cry of a little kid who got told they weren't allowed to get some Pik n Mix at Woolies. I asked if she was angry and she just threw her hands up and said she was disappointed I wouldn't "at the least" give her grandkids. Then she stormed outside to smoke with my sister.

I felt so cold and numb afterwards. What did that even mean? How would being gay mean I can't be a mum? We've all watched Friends, we saw Ross' ex Carol be a mum, Susan was his adoptive mum, that could happen to me. Or I could adopt. Fuck, I want to be a mum, someday...way, way, way off. And anyway, she has a grandkid! I'm surprised my brother didn’t pipe up to remind her of that. It was just me and him left in the room and it was awkward as fuck. Bri and I have butted heads but I'm closer with him than Lisa, which is not saying much. Think my confession ruined whatever little sibling bond was there.

Shit, I wish Dad had been there. He'd have been cool with it. He'd have been so proud of me for being brave enough to tell them all and he'd have given me one of his epic bear hugs.

Except that's a lie.

According to Brian, anyway. When I mentioned Dad to him, he scoffed and said "You're joking, right? Dad was homophobic as shit. This the guy who refuses to watch Star Trek TNG because a 'poofta' was the Captain."

That hurt worse than any reaction the others had to my coming out. At first I hoped he was just saying it to get a rise out of me or just to be a dick. But the more I looked back through my hazy memories, I can recall those tiny little bigoted comments which as a kid you just don't care about. Because they didn't matter to me back then. All I cared about was that Dad was fun, that he spoiled me rotten, that he'd take me to McDonalds whenever I asked and to the cinema and Stone Henge.

I needed some air after that. Jess always provided an easy excuse to go for a walk around the fields to clear my head. While she bounded off after squirrels once I let her off lead, I sat under a tree and cried my fucking eyes out. Not for the reactions of those I got, but for the one I would never get.

Those breathing exercises Derek showed me helped a lot. The throbbing in my head died down a little. Chanting the names of the Goddess while I tried to focus on letting go of that useless worry over a dead parent's opinion of me.

It sounds awful but, given how many father-daughter relationships I've seen break down when girls reach their teens, maybe I was lucky to lose my dad as young as I was before he could truly disappoint me.

But either way, I did it. I'm now and out and proud gay (or bi, I'm not 100%, just definitely not straight) witch. Love me or leave me.

So mote it fucking be.

31st October 2003

And the fires shall burn, and the wheel of life shall turn, and the dead come back home on Samhain!

Happy Halloween!

As it's the Wiccan New Year, I guess I should make a resolution? I resolve to start living my damn life.

Ever since I dropped out of college, it's like I've been drifting through life. The few jobs I've had haven't gone anywhere and I just don't know what to do with myself. Actually, no, I fantasise about the life I want all the time.

A cottage in the woods. I wanna wake up and breathe in nature every morning. I want my own garden where I can grow fruit and veg and herbs for my spells. I want to be able to sit and read my fantasy books in the sunshine for hours in peace. Obviously Jess will come with me, I'm pretty much the only one who walks and takes care of her, she's my bestest girl. And I'll adopt three or five more dogs. Maybe a couple of chill cats. It would be so cool if I could tame a fox like that woman who was on This Morning the other days. Foxes are basically cats inside little dog shells, they're so cool. And I want a wife...I think. Part of me would be happy living alone with nature and pets but then I get this niggle of desire for someone to wake up with and appreciate all that beautiful stuff with me every day.

But that life is just not gonna happen unless I find a way to make a shit ton of money to move out of my town and set up somewhere in the West Country or Surrey or Kent etc. For now I'm trapped in this tiny shitty town in the arse-end of Essex with almost no bus routes. Driving lessons have all ended in disaster, fucking dyspraxia I'm blaming you.

Gods, please, if you're going to trap me anywhere for the rest of my existence can it at least be somewhere better than this?!

What few friends I had have all gone off to Uni or abroad. One girl even asked if I wanted to go to Australia with her but the idea of working in a bar gives me chest pains. Plus the spiders! Sorry, little dudes, I love and respect you but I can't help but get the creeps! I keep up with what they're doing on MySpace and MSN but a lot of it depresses me to realise how stagnant my life is. Not only am I trapped but I'm also lonely as shit.

LOL. Jess just rested her head on my knee as I wrote that and gave me the biggest saddest labradoodle eyes. Of course I'm not totally alone, I've got my bestest girl. And my deities. Enough to keep me sane.

Speaking of mental health, gotta remember to make an appointment with my GP about these headaches. Mum blames the incense and reckons I'm dehydrated. Says the woman who smokes like a chimney and needs a glass of wine a day to get through the week.

Doing my Samhain rite later but first gonna take Scarlet out trick or treating. Her little witchy costume is so cute! I know the whole hat and warty nose stereotype is offensive to Wiccan culture but OMG she is adorbubble with her little plastic cauldron! Can't believe she's nearly three, she's growing up so fast. Even if I never get to be the cottage core mum I dream of, I can be the awesome witchy aunt.

11th March 2004

A spell to attract friendship

Cleanse an empty bottle with incense. Fill with pink or white salt to protect from toxic relationships, cloves for friendship, cinnamon for happiness, lavender for calm, rose quartz and amethyst for healthy friendship, sugar for sweetness, a dandelion for loyalty, seal with yellow wax, carry in purse or pocket often - remember you need to leave your room to find those friends you seek.

I might have just discovered something really cool!

We're staying at my great uncle's house in Surrey for a couple of weeks to help him out while he's not well. Uncle Bob's always been a cool old dude, I wish he'd lived closer when I was growing up. Anyway he knows how into the supernatural I am and started telling me legends of this really old house literally just a twenty minute walk from where we're staying.

And when I say old I mean OLD. Like Henry VIII old, if not before that! He even has this book telling the history of it. Apparently the rich lady who lives there used to host tours but she's getting too old to do it now and has mostly become a recluse. There's all sorts of shit that went down in that house, some Tory prick who died in a sex scandal, ROFL, it was used for all sorts of soldier stuff during WWII, a bunch of rich folk whose names I still see dotted around the village lived there. Even before there was a house there were settlements were there were plague outbreaks and witch trials. Actual fucking WITCH TRIALS! I always wanted to visit Salem but screw it I got some history on my doorstep now.

And theres all sorts of ghost stories! Some dude who tried to kill Queen Elizabeth I got his head chopped odd and rumour is his headless body can be seen wandering the grounds. There's this famous 'Grey Lady' ghost who falls out the window screaming in the middle of the night. Some freaky creature like a wannabe Bigfoot roaming the woods.

I gotta go there. Sounds like it's buzzing with untapped magical energy. Just looking at the photo of the building, I feel like it's calling to me.

Honestly one of the coolest bits of history was there was said to be a stone circle which the house now stands on. Don't think I can get myself in there, even if I ask the old posh woman really really nicely. But there should be enough power around the site for me to call to.

Screw it. I'm sick of trying to find my own coven to do shit like this. I did a quick scope of the place while walking Jess and it doesn't look like she has much in the way of security. There's not even that high a fence around the wood. I can jump over that easy enough.

Gotta take the opportunity while I'm here. Uncle Bob might be being moved into residential care so chances of us coming back to this part of the county is slim.

Still got those mushrooms Derek's nephew gave me. Been really hesitant about taking them, I don't like doing drugs more than a little bit of weed and even that ends up making me paranoid and thinking the world hates me.

But he swore that if I wanted to properly see the gods, they were the best tool.

So tonight, I'm gonna sneak out and make my way up there, set up an altar and ground myself. It's gonna be like taking a bubble bath in pure magick! I got all that history and ancient energy as well as the full moon. Helped bake some cakes for Uncle Bob earlier and gonna take a few crumbs of the leftovers as offerings. Pan especially has such a sweet tooth.

This is the night I'm gonna take my life into my hands and summon everything I want. Love, friendship, freedom, excitement....oh and mustn't forget healing for these stupid migraines.

Jess keeps staring at me from the foot of my bed, whimpering for attention. Maybe she wants to play fetch. Maybe she wants to come with me. Should I take her? Hekate likes dogs so she might appreciate her there. And I am going into the dark woods all on my own. A lot of scary stuff has happened to young girls and women on the news lately. But they were children, I'm twenty next year! If I take Jess with me and she starts barking, it might wake the Button lady or her neighbours.

No, babygirl, best you stay here. It's gonna be boring for you watching me do my ritual high as a kite while I tie you to a tree. Once I'm back I'll sneak you up some chicken from the fridge.

It can be our little secret. ;) and I'll do a spell to make sure my best girl has plenty more years of treats and belly rubs to come.

So mote it fucking be.

#oc: silver #bbc ghosts #bbc ghosts fanfic #ghosts oc

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condoneii · 2 years ago

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Google Tag Game

Thank you @messrsage for the tag!!

I'm gonna give context for most I think

korat (cat)

Turkish van (cat)

singapura (cat)

havana brown (cat)

east fresian (sheep)

common musk (turtle) (all of the above are because I was watching a show called bridge of lies and one guy had to choose the cat breeds)

Got an error. Try again later. tumblr notification won't go away (this has been on my phone for over a week now and Will Not go away. it is pissing me off.)

plastic safety eyes (ive crochet my boyfriend a red fox (his fav colour and animal) and had no eyes for it, so I ordered some and they're coming tomorrow)

crochet hat size chart (i crochet a minion hat today and needed a size chart)

"I didnt want my love to fade away one day like an old scar. I wanted it to burn forever." (I saw this somewhere and didn't know where it was from (it's not summer without you by Jenny Han – I've read the first but not the other two))

Alfred Wainwright (part of my art course)

cassiopeia (me and my bf were planning a date and we were going to stargaze at the end and he asked if I knew any constellations, which I do – cassiopeia)

p.s meaning (i forgot lmao)

sick of the chase (hungry for blood) (pandalily fic by maruyaaya!!)

dogs butt looks like jesus (if you've seen the pic, you know what I'm on about. I mentioned it to my mum and sister and they didn't know what i was on about)

Pablo Escobar hippos (he has 70 and they're removing them – i did not know he had 70 hippos)

how did sloths survive the ice age (i mentioned to my bf that my sister loves sloths (my nephew's blanket even has themselves – she also has one called Stanley (not real ofc)), so I'm making her one and he went on about how they're masterminds and you never know their next move. he is very cautious about them and then said that they survived the ice age, even though wooly mammoths did not)

Cassandra Clare books in order (i have the ebooks and want to read them at some point)

I think most people have been tagged already (sorry if I've tagged you and you already have been) and I have probably forgotten some people (no pressure!): @meli-mess @ravens-remember @moonys-bf @godsofwoes @artbyace @softest-cinnamon-roll

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notyouraveragebozo · 1 year ago

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2/26/2024

(A long-winded, twisted post, containing conspiracy-sounding possibility, follows directly.) (Please beware - this post - expresses vitriol and anxious-irritation, yet, I must exercise restraint, in my griping - as I am trying to accomplish, something never before attempted, and do not wish to have folk knit their brows in unwanted commiseration of my angst, but rather - for them - to think of 'better' days.) As a matter of principle,... I dislike posting about 'conspiracy' issues. (I have my own thoughts, (we all do) but so far - here - on tumblr,... I have been just the guy behind-the-scenes, trying to present a grand - 'Show and Tell'. Sharing other 'wide-ranging, wild-and-wooly-thoughts' - here,... would possibly cause distraction, from the information I wish to impart and share on my website.) However,... after recent experiences,... I am made to recall a college class in Statistics for Psychology, that I took some years back. I was so TERRIFIED by the prospect of the math involved, I memorized all of the equation formulas - and when I did that - I came to understand - how all the equation elements 'fit'. (Eureka!) (Those formulas are long since lost to my mind - alas!) (FYI: At Finals,... sitting in Michigan State University's Auditorium with 300 fellow test takers,... I turned my completed Psych Stats Final Exam in - 15 minutes after being handed the test, and I walked out of the Auditorium,... while everyone else was still working frantically. I had scored a perfect score - Bonus questions - included!)

I make mention of this, because of the term 'statistical significance' that I learned about. The term considers - the 'weight/merit/degree' to which the 'values' arrived at - (and being studied) - relates - to 'impact' - the 'overall' perception of - the 'reality' of things. To be 'statistically significant',... - this 'obtained value' - being assessed,... needs to deviate from a mean value - (arising out of pure 'randomness', among a population), - (demonstrating - 'zero' relationship between the test population responses, and the resulting 'obtained values') - by a specific (problem-bound/determined 'degree' - both plus, and minus) of a response - which is at variance - from purely (random/unconnected) tested 'values'. Significance arises when the observed result (varies to a specific degree) beyond the parameters of 'expected result'. (This is the top of mind classroom recollection and gobbledygook sounding psycho babble/ thought/story/speak - that I am using - to make a point. - Do not rely on these old brain thoughts! My definition may be not completely worded as it should be.) (Just saying.) I am making this comment on Psych Stats - DECADES - after - having sat in the class - because of the phrase ' statistical significance'.

On 1/27/2024, Day 1122 of my Presentation,... my website celebrated the 111,000 TOTAL website visit after going LIVE to the planet, ONLINE, on 12/31/2020. This was two weeks before the Groundhog saw 'something' (on 2/2/24),... - and the website took - 'a holiday'),... there was a Closed-door meeting of the Pentagon's All-Domain Anomaly Resolution Office, (AARO), and the U.S. House Oversight Committee, regarding the topic of Unidentified Anomalous Objects - (UAPs), that was held on 1/12/2024. Twelve days before that Closed-door governmental meeting,... I had managed to post TWO new messages to the website: the 'Year-End Update', posted directly to the Home page; and the latest Director's Den note (in purple) - that updated EVERYONE - to the current 'status' - three years on - of the project, making mention of some of ups-and-downs of small business life, and making mention of other elements, that must be accomplished,... before my global data sharing can take place. Here comes the 'Conspiracy' portion of this posting. (I am relaying thoughts that bounced in my brain),... -(I am unsure if it was a purely 'mental' construction,... or if I 'actually', heard - with my own two ears.) ---------------- On 5/31/2023,... NASA and the Pentagon's All Domain Anomaly Resolution Office, (AARO), held a four-hour-long, PUBLIC briefing - (hosted on YouTube), to discuss future investigative research components needed to be included in the establishing of a 'road map' to guide and inform the study, and analysis, of unidentified anomalous phenomena (UAP).

(Over time I listened to this 4 hour talk five full times! 20 hours worth of listening!) I posted a Letter to the website's Director's Den page (on 7/21/2023) discussing the NASA/AARO meeting - 'a Second Letter' - (the 'first' letter seemed to have caused folk to un-follow the corporate tumblr account, for some as yet unknown reason. So I rewrote it, and posted it to the website on 7/21/2023 - one day after NASA celebrated 54 years since first walking on the Moon, and five days before - the Open-door meeting of the U.S. House Oversight Committee and the AARO, held on 7/26/2023.) Why did I listen to the four-hour-long talk - five times? On the day of the meeting - I had been dealing with the very mundane world, as my dishwasher had discharged all of its Max-Performance selected wash water load, onto the carpet in the kitchen. As I slogged to sop up the mess,... I listened to the NASA meeting, and blotted up the water with every towel in the house. As I listened to 'the talk' - that first - LIVE - presentation,... I had thought I heard words, that I never heard again, in any of the four subsequent four hour long passes. Here is what I recall off the top of my head, of that first pass - that I did not find in any of the subsequent 16 hours of REPLAY. At the 5/31/2023 meeting start, there was a talk of 'harassment' - of researchers being disrespected, and poorly treated, when discussing unknown phenomena.

There was a reference made (on 5/31/2023) - regarding some disagreement between Pentagon AARO Director Dr. Sean Kirkpatrick and some 'entity',... which, had occurred, just after the Senate Armed Forces Subcommittee met, with the AARO - (in a Closed-door setting on 4/19/2023). (On 4/16/2023) -three days before - the 'Closed' Senate/Pentagon meeting on UAPs of (4/19/2023),... I posted the 'Red Curtain Tour' video to the webpage, where I had previously positioned, the button leading to DEEP DIVE reads and Auction Entry.) Dr. Kirkpatrick - regarding something to the effect (on 5/31) that: 'someone had information, but was refusing to share it' and then telling the audience, that because of this 'withholding' of evidence - that it would make the knowledge gathering, more tedious and time consuming - (mentioned at time mark 1:02:24-1:02:40 of the YouTube NASA/AARO 'Public' (5/31/23) meeting.) - (I was of a mind, and - had thought - that 'I' - was the one being referred.) (I DO possess data from that was/is currently being held back from imparting, but - I do not want researchers to stop researching - nor the study of Science - to halt.) - (The body of Scientific Knowledge only increases with awareness and applied efforts.)

At the (5/31/23) - NASA talk time - I was not aware, of the 'behind the scenes' goings on' during the 4/19/2023 Senate meeting. At the time, (I thought I was the undesired harasser) - but it appears that I was not the 'harasser.' Dr. Kirkpatrick seems to have been meaning an AARO coworker, David Grusch, who had been 'disgruntled' and who wanted DR. K, to give voice to elements, not broached at the (4/19/23) Senate meeting.) Again, let me repeat,... as I listened to this admonishment against badmouthing researchers, (in the 5/31 talk),... I had originally wondered - if they weren't secretly talking about me and my website's material. At the original (5/31/23) meeting 'listen',... I thought I heard feedback from one of the NASA/AARO study panel members, reacting to the 'incivility' problem as relayed by Dr. K. There was a lady who asked (I thought I heard suggest) if it might not be possible to 'simply silence' the individual, and make it so he 'disappeared online' or go 'dark' somehow.) (My ears pricked-up at hearing that, I thought - I - and not David Grusch - was the one being referenced for silencing.) After these queries,...there was a brief pause in the conversation, and then the talk shifted quickly, to other things. Subsequent replays of the four-hour long (5/31 meeting), seemed to show slight video editing and 'missing' seconds of time - in my brain, as I listened intently for 16 hours beyond the first four.)

(There is one other brief talking point, that I (thought I heard) that first (5/31/23) listen. On looking at the notes I took on that meeting,... after the 3:50:48 mark of the talk,... Dr. David Spergel, - (the 5/31 NASA/AARO UAP meeting Chair) and his asking about 'What is to be done if you see something 'surprising?'',... - (I wrote an observation point recorded in my notes, but I am unsure if it was a later recollection of something happening earlier on in the talk, but only recorded at that time, on that spot, on the page,... (I thought I heard) in responding to a pointed 'assumption' as to aggressive 'intent' by unknown others,... I thought I witnessed someone in the back row, interjecting something to the effect that: - 'from our sources, those in the know, would use the word 'friends'. After that interjection, and a brief span of empty air, the topic was redirected, and no more was it mentioned. The reason I listened to it four more times after the first pass, was to try to find and isolate: the talk of 'silencing the rabble-rouser'; and the 'would use the word 'friends' remark. I was unable to find those comments in subsequent replays and noted that the video footage appears to be slightly altered (missing brief seconds.) After the first listen, it seems they added a camera angle - new to the original taping, and had spliced it in. - (It seemed to me.) After 16 more hours of listening,... I had not found the 'comments' that I had thought I heard the first time, while sopping-up water.

_____________ Moving back into the 'Present',... On February 1st, 2024, I first noted issues with the Shop sub domain. The 'White Screen of Death' was 'fixed' by the end of the day, but on Groundhog Day (2/2/2024),... the main domain experienced problems of its own, and I was forced take the website down and to restore it to the middle of January - and then, resigned myself to settle in, to a prolonged waiting game, as answers were 'ferreted' out. A VERY long blackout has ensued, and tedious time has been spent to remedy,... and had/has caused periodic thoughts of flying laptop halves being heaved against walls, and clumps of hair being ripped from my skull and flung into the air as well. (I was able to maintain control my actions.) The last tedious point,... after putting a work request in to the hosting company a week ago, - to turn 'off', then, turn 'on', one-by-one, all of the website software plugins, - to see if anything 'broke',... and being informed that a 24 hours processing time would be experienced before getting an Answer - (in the form of a confirmation email, once the work was completed),... I found out this past Thursday afternoon,... after waiting six days,... that the Hosting company, never was able to work on my site, because they needed to get past my 2FA security code, and they never reached out to me - to get it! So - that if I had simply waited, for the email,... I would have simply lost my mind. (I would STILL be waiting for movement, to BEGIN.)

I know that accidents happen,... and that small firms have more issues than larger firms, as they have fewer folk solving any problems that pop-up. I understand that after three years of sharing my data - that the software I used - might get 'stale' and be in need of 'upgrades'. I am now back at the steering wheel, and will do my darndest to get back online before the end of the month, but I do not want to rush things either. As long as is needed, to make it solid, is my plan. I hope it happens sooner rather than later, but I can only 'go-with-the-flow'. Sooooo, summing up,... my site is still down, but hope, (cross-fingers), soon to be remedied. Back in the day,... I (thought I heard) talk of possibly silencing the rabble rouser,... and then, my site goes DARK, for the longest time ever (2/2/2024 - to Present!) - in the days - just before - moving ahead with my Plan 'B'. Also interesting to note - having just achieved 111,000 website visits,... there have been zero emails - (even spam) - that were generated from my reaching out to the legal community in a Facebook ad, informing all of a 'rare opportunity', that they might come to be a part of, (helping complete the documents already roughed out),... zero 'hungry, hungry, lawyers',... zero spam - as well,... sounds a little 'fishy'.

Anyway, I am surrounded by MANY unusual considerations. I try to remain steady, and calm, and think, and talk positively, ( while mentally dealing with the tribulations of trying to reach and wake the world.) I apologize for my negative talk, I do not know the truth regarding weird controversial coincidences, such as I have just related and have had to deal, - but I like to leave my programmer folk on an upbeat note... You can ask my 'Blue Sky' and 'Pro Design LIVE' (Word Press) folk, about my website goings on. They are THE sources of information, beyond myself, - as they have all have been given intense, detailed background story, before they could perform work for me. They know a lot! They are an AWESOME group of folk - (but they ONLY work five days a week!) (My only real gripe.) Sooo,... is there subterfuge afoot, to slow me, and to thwart me? I don't know - and I really don't want to invite the negative speak. (I feel most - blessed - and fortunate, being able to present my information to the whole planet. - And let me add, (non-conspiratorially), I have yet to be - (knowingly) interacted with, by the men in black - or - the men in grey,... (although I sometimes have heard strange noises outside, and i have slept very, very well at times),... I have come to see this 'lack of intrusion' as giving me a 'green light' - 'to run-with-it' - to see where this human can take things. Sooo, about the reality of things? At the 5/31/2023 meeting, speaking of intelligent, non-human, unidentified objects - being actually 'actual',... Dr. Kirkpatrick stated, - "Without sufficient data, We are unable to reach defendable conclusions." There was also the quote by Carl Sagan that was mentioned multiple-times at that meeting, which still makes me smile - "Exceptional claims require exceptional evidence". I have no fear of Carl. My website has been 'ahead-of-the-game' as far as posting information to the world before talks were held - at the government level - regarding UPAs. My handle was first created for personal Twitter use and the title I chose, was meant to relay to others that I was NOT an average wise-guy - (BECAUSE of what I knew!) I am NO cartoon character,... (yet), but I do know where to look for a - 'virtual/proverbial' - needle, on the 58,000,000 square-mile-sized haystack - known to us all as 'terra firma'. Please stay tuned, for more! @arimelber @neildegrassetysonofficial Gentlemen, I am including your name here for continuity and your possible interest.

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pinkpetalwaterimagine · 3 years ago

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Brian's party (S.Mendes imagine)

A/N : I'm just getting back into writing regularly so that one might suck a bit. Enjoy Bonne lecture ❤️ (gif's not mine)

Summary : A dinner party at Brian's house gone wrong, but not that wrong...

Word count : +1.7k

Warnings : mention of alcohol, kissing and sexism.

You were starring in the mirror. So basically starring at yourself. The dress you had just bought was doing wonders to your physical appearance but to be completely honest, you looked good in everything you put on. That was not the issue at hand here. You were figuring how to get to the party in the safest mean possible, and not too expensive also. You were invited, with your boyfriend of three years, to Brian’s flat to celebrate the announcement of his art show. Shawn was meeting you there because he was getting of off work a bit later than you. And you had the time to come back to your share house, putting clothes on and go back to Brian’s flat.

Those dresses would be the death of him, he thought as you entered the room.

It was not a raging party like you used to attend whenever you went to Brian’s. It was quite calm, a small gathering with your closest friends. The table was gorgeous and you wondered if you did not mistake his appartement for someone else’s. When you saw him getting out of the kitchen you went and greeted your host.

« Hi Brian ! I brought out the goods » you took him in his arms and then giving him the whine bottle you had brought.

You felt a presence behind you and finally noticed Shawn. You thought he would be a bit later on. You guys weren’t big on PDA but the cozy ambiance had you feeling some type of way. Shawn took you in his arms. His hands rested on your hips while yours were around his neck. Your head was nesting on his neck. You closed your eyes and enjoyed the warmth of his body, clad in big wooly pink sweatshirt that you liked so much, his sent was filling your nostrils and you felt like you were on another planet. He kept kissing the top of your head. You felt him sliding his arms off of you which emitted a groan from you before you pulled him back him.

« C’mon babe, we’ve got to talk to people » he said with a small laugh.

You reluctantly let go of him.

Everyone sat at the long table in Brian’s living room. You had been around Brian’s and Shawn’s friend quite a few times and you knew some of them quite well. It was nice catching up with friends. You were a bit in a needy mood, it has been so long since Shawn and you had a day to yourselves. Also, you felt comfortable around his friends. Comfortable enough to slip a few innocent touches here and there. You scratched Shawn head for a minute, you rubbed his arms, all these kind of things. After being together for three years you knew what he like and what he didn’t.

The desert was getting out of the kitchen in the non trusting hands of Brian’s. All of you were a bit tipsy, nothing major just a little buzz. You were fine. But you knew that no matter how little you drank you always felt some type of way. You were a bit sensitive to how the others acted.

The conversation was flowing, it was light and fun. Until …

« So, to our next sold out tour ! » Brian let his flute of champagne hang in the hair and everyone picked their flutes and did the same.

« So Y/N, what are you going to do while Shawn his away ? » one of Shawn’s friend asked you. You weren’t exactly fond of this person but you still tried to be cordial.

« Well as you know this is the XXI st century and I have a very fulfilling job » you answered with a smile to make the comment a bit sweeter.

He snorts « As if, what is your job anyway ? Fetching coffee for your boss ? », this comment made two or three people laugh around the table.

Your pride got hurt, hurt really bad. Your work was something if not the thing you were the most proud of. You had went to uni, successfully graduated in no time. You were near the top of the class. You didn’t do all of this to be diminished by a privileged white boy.

« Because that’s only what women can do, right ? Serve coffee to assholes that do not recognized the value of women and their work ? I’m sorry but no I do not do that. I made my way to the top through hard work and determination to get where I am today. I have a job that is god damn good, that I love and that make me live comfortably.

The whole table went silent, your hands were shaking because of how furious you were. No one stepped in to validate your point. Not even Shawn. And it felt like a dagger in your heart. You tried to grip his hand under the table to calm you down but he got away by holding his fork and acting like he was ready to dig in the desert. You felt your eyes getting a little bit wet.

« Excuse me. » you got up and made your way to the bathroom, knocking on some furnitures that you couldn’t see because of the tears in your eyes. You breathed in and out for about five minutes before going back there. You took your seat back. « I’m sorry for this little outburst, I’m sensitive about such issues » your eyes did not have anymore tears in them, you felt cool. Those five minutes had calmed you down.

« A woman being sensitive, what’s new ? » he added ironically.

« Okay, that’s it. I’m not going to go that way with you. I had a lovely night. Goodbye »

You couldn’t handle more of this nonsense and those sexists comments. You grab your wool coat from the coatrack, your bag and off you went. You were putting all your layers in the foyer while waiting for Shawn to follow you. But he didn’t. You heard his deep voice still talking with someone and he didn’t look like he was ready to leave.

« Screw you » you thought and stepped outside. You called an uber and were waiting in the cold air of December. You thought that Shawn would have made his way down to check if you were okay but he did not. And like all the evening you felt like he was letting you down. It’s not often you felt that way but tonight had been the straw that breaks the camel’s back. You were tired of not being able to count on him. You could fight your own battles but you still needed the small proofs of support. The driver finally pulled up and you let your forehead fall on the cold window glass. The drive was quick, being not far away and in the middle of the night. You were thankful it was quick because you might have broke down in tears in the back of the car.

As soon as you left your heels at the front door you let your tears wet your cheeks, they were following the tip of your nose and came dribbling down your chin. Your top was wet. Your face was red and blotchy but you didn’t care. It felt so nice letting all these emotions come out. You had been suppressing those feelings for a bit too long. Those society’s injunctions were getting hard to keep up : « don’t cry, it’s a sign of weakness »; « only strong women make it »; « you are so sensitive » and so on. All of these went crashing down like waves.

You made your way to your bathroom, and slipped into the warm water of your bathtub. Each one of your muscles were getting relaxed by the warm, one by one. After a few dozens of minutes sobbing in the bath, you finally calmed down. The crisis had passed and you were feeling much better than before, that was until you heard the front door open and then being slammed shut. You winced at the sound. You didn’t want to fight tonight, not with him.

« Shawn, I must say, I am not in the mood to deal with this. And I would like to add that I was right and I hope you know that. » you said clearly, letting a sigh at the end of the sentence.

« It was intense back in there » he entered the bathroom and sat on the edge of the bathtub. From there you could see the light shining on his hair and being reflected in his eyes. He did not acted like you had thought he was calm and collected. You could almost see remorse on his face.

« Listen, I know what he said was dumb, uncall for and awful … » he started.

« Why do I feel like there is a ‘but’ coming » I said through my gritted teeth.

« But… They are my friend and sometimes they can do some good things and other times not so good. I’m really sorry he acted that way » he continued.

You did not answer for a few seconds.

« Shawn. I don’t think you understand. It is not what he said that matters the most to me » you began in a soft voice « it’s the fact that you lend me fend for myself. I can fight my own battles but when I tried to take your hand to calm down you pushed me away. You dropped my fucking hand, Shawn ! » You were now a lot louder than before.

He looked at you with his bewildered eyes like he didn’t knew. « I’m sorry babe, I did not realize I’m confused really. »

« That’s the thing you never realize. I know your work is important. I swear I do, but sometimes I wish you would pay a little bit more attention to me » you said softly.

The tension was coming down. Shawn was never the one to disregard your feelings especially when it was told clearly. « I’m so sorry babe. » he kissed the top of your head while kneeling next to where your head rested. He began to pass his fingers through your hair and massage your scalp. It might have Been an uncomfortable position for him to be in. His arms reaching over the bathtub while being on the floor of the bathroom, but he did not complain and you melted into his touch.

« I’m going to be better for you » he whispered.

« You are already amazing, never forget that » you opened your eyes and stoop up just a little bit, to be able to reach his lips. The kiss was filled with love and passion and you thought « ah there is my Shawn again ».

#shawn mendes fluff #shawn mendes fanfic #shawn mendes imagine #shawn mendes blurb #shawn mendes #shawn mendes angst #shawn mendes imagines

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jaybug-jabbers · 4 years ago

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Pokemon Gold/Silver Beta Pokemon: The April 2020 Leak

Look, 2020 was a rough year. So maybe I shouldn’t be so surprised that the April 2020 Gold/Silver source code leak flew almost entirely under my radar. If you Google about it, you’re find it’s very rare for news outlets to cover it. This is probably because many folks are hesitant to cover leaks. Also, the US was warming up to a truly awful pandemic around that point, not to mention other civil unrest, so it’s no surprise some people were a tad distracted.

But the fact is, another leak turned up in April of last year, following a recent trend of huge Nintendo leaks. And this one was a doozy. I’ve only truly realized its full extent in the past few days. As such, I’d like to do a post that covers some of the new information. In particular, I’m focusing on beta pokemon that were cut or heavily reworked.

Now, back in 2018, the Spaceworld ‘97 Pokemon Gold/Silver Demo was leaked online. I made a post about some of my favorites. So, from this leak, we already knew of a while slew of beta pokemon. However, as it turns out, there were still more new faces to find-- and a lot of them! I list 45 new beta pokemon here, in fact!

In the April 2020 leak, several sprite sets were found as internal files, each at different phases of game production. The sprite sets were dated May 6, 1998, June 13, 1999, June 21, 1999, and September 17, 1999. The August 17, 1999 Spaceworld ‘99 Demo build was also found, so we have information on that as well.

Essentially, if you want to see this information at The Cutting Room Floor, then head to this page for the sprites discovered as internal backups/sprite banks. Head to this page for the Spaceworld ‘99 demo information page. And, if you need a refresher for the older leak, you can go to this page for the Spaceworld ‘97 demo build.

For this post, we will focus on the May 6, ‘98 set of sprites, which contain the vast majority of new faces. So, without further ado, onward to the pokemon!

(#300) Kokopelli Pokemon/Celebi

(May 6, ‘98) (Spaceworld ‘99 Demo)

This first pair of sprites looks very much like Kokopelli, a fertility deity of some Native American cultures. This deity can be seen in ancient Native American petroglyphs, as a humpbacked flute player with feathers on the head. Surprisingly, we find that Celebi in the Spaceworld ‘99 Demo seems to be an updated version of this design, making Celebi’s design origins much different than expected. However, its fertility diety inspiration is still somewhat apparant in the modern Celebi, as a creature that causes plant life to flourish.

(#301) Eel Pokemon

While the sprite files did not reveal a name or other data, this eel’s sprites were numbered right beside the Gurotesu (Grotess) and Ikari (Anchorage) sprites, suggesting it once was the start of their evolution chain.

(#304) Fire Fox Pokemon

This little fellow is a fox that seems to have a fiery tail. It’s possible this fire fox was inspired by kitsune (just as Vulpix/Ninetails were) and that it was later redesigned as Fennekin.

(#305 - 308) Snow Bunny Evolution Line

These four pokemon seem to belong to the same evolutionary line. The second one seems to based on the Yuki Usagi, a ‘Snow Bunny.’ In Japan, these cute little critters are made in the snow (using leaves for the ears). They also sometimes make these Yuki Usagi as little marshmallow or mochi treats. So this pokemon line could be inspired by either of these. Considering the leaves and the snow, I would guess these would have been Grass/Ice.

(#309) Elephant Pokemon

You might wonder if this chonky boy-- looking tough with horns on his head and back-- was an early version of Donphan, but Donphan and Phanpy were present in the Spaceworld ‘97 demo. Indeed, this elephant and Phanpy/Donphan both exist in the same set of sprites from May ‘98, so it was simply a case of two types of elephants. This pokemon also calls to mind a glimpse of a cut beta pokemon we saw from Generation 1 (from ‘Satoshi Tajiri: The Man Who Made Pokémon’):

Same fierce eyes, at any rate! Alas, these both never saw the light of day. However, it’s possible this elephant was reworked into Piloswine, which is not in the May ‘98 collection but does appear in the June 13 ‘99 collection (although Swinub is absent). While Piloswine and Swinub are more akin to wild boars, there is also some relation to mammoths (an inspiration more heavily leaned on with Mammoswine in later games). Then again, there’s another pokemon you’ll see a little further down this list that might have inspired Piloswine instead.

(#311) Natu/Xatu Mid-Evolution

What is clearly a mid-evolution (its file number sits between the two). Has a peacock-like tail. Honestly, I think this works really good as a mid-evolution, and I don’t know why it was cut. I want to name it “Watu.”

(#313) Drunk Kiwi Pokemon

This one is just hilarious to look at. It appears to probably be a kiwi-bird? A very crazy-eyed, loopy one. I can see why this one was cut. The goofy, simple design kind of looks like a knockoff cartoon character for children.

(#314) Scorpion Pokemon

A pretty badass-looking scorpion, although a rather basic design. I dig the funky head, though. It seems like it has a single, beady eye and is rather menacing. This pokemon may have been later reworked into Gligar, a pokemon that first appears after this sprite set, in the June 13 ‘99 group:

Admittedly this is rather different from the Gligar we know, but it is an early design.

Or, who knows-- maybe this little fellah was later reworked into Skorupi. (If so, it’s a shame, as I don’t dig the weird accordian-like design of its limbs and its evolution.)

(#315) Quail Pokemon

A pudgey little quail pokemon. Doesn’t seem related to the kiwi pokemon. It’s a very cute little thing, and has lots of potential to evolve into something interesting, but it seems they scrapped it pretty quickly.

(#316) Music Note Bird Pokemon

Although these sprites are numbered right after the quail, and they are both birds, the designs are very different, so they seem unrelated. It seems the beta pokemon were simply blessed with a lot of birds. This little bird is in the shape of a clef, giving this bird a musical theme. It seems very likely it was later reworked into Chatot, a bird with a music-note shaped head and metronome tail.

(#319) Boar Pokemon

A cute, grumpy little boar with antlers. Probably what eventually led to Piloswine found in the June 13 ‘99 group. A bit of a shame, in my mind, as I kind of prefer this design.

(#325) Spikey Dog Pokemon

The curious thing is that this dog looks very similar to “Pudi,” a pokemon we saw in the Spaceworld ‘97 demo, which was intended to be a pre-evolution of Growlithe. But Pudi is also in this same collection of sprites!

Perhaps they were toying with the idea of re-designing Pudi (and had already scrapped a bunch of baby pokemon) and just hadn’t bothered to remove the old Pudi yet. It’s hard to say. Ultimately, these both were scrapped, but at least we still have Subbull/Granbull.

(#331) Yūrei Ghost Pokemon

This little ghost has two things that are common in Japanese folklore: the hitaikakushi (the white cloth headband it wears) and the two little balls of fire called hitodama. It is unknown why this ghost pokemon was scrapped, but perhaps they thought the little fellow wouldn’t translate well overseas?

(#344) Viking Ship Pokemon

Look at this beauty! A pokemon based off some sort of Viking ship. I absolutely adore this one. It’s creative and charming. I hope to see it in the future.

(#349) Wooly Dog Pokemon

This canine-like creature is fluffy as all out. Honestly I think it’s a tad odd, with how tangled and disheveled its fur looks. I can’t help but compare it to the early desings of the three Legendary Beasts, since they also are very canine-like:

These three designs are present in this same May 6, 98′ sprite collection as the representations of Raikou, Entei, and Suicune. Were they possibly playing with a different design idea for the Legendary Beasts? Perhaps Suicune. The Wooly Dog is just such an imposing sprite, that I can’t help but wonder. All pure speculation, of course.

(#350) Rabbit Pokemon

This rabbit has a rather intense look about him, and it makes me curious what the ideas were behind it. TCRF suggests it’s a possible pikachu clone.

(#351) Snake Pokemon

This cute little worm or snake seems to be wearing a feather headdress, suggesting its design may also be Native American inspired, like the Natu line. On the other hand, this could be inspired by Quetzalcoatl, a feathered serpent deity in Aztec culture. I would have loved to see this little guy’s evolutions.

(#352) Scarecrow Bird

A bird with a hat that kind of looks like a scarecrow. Honestly, it’s a super-cute idea.

(#353) Gargoyle Pokemon

This crouching beastie sort of looks like a gargoyle with a long, sharp tail. I can’t quite tell if those bits on the side are little wings or just a part of its legs. It would be interesting to see this creature standing in a different position-- I feel like that would give us a better understanding of what it looks like. Interestingly, there are striking similarities with Aerodactyl:

I wonder why they are so similar?

(#354 - 356) Manbō Evolution Family

The first of these three fishies was someone we already met in the Spaceworld ‘97 demo-- it was named ‘Manbō 1.′ In the demo, it evolved into Ikari (Anchorage) and then Gurotesu (Grotess). It seems it’s now been split off from those and given a new evolution family here. While I find that neat, and I quite like the expressions on these fish, they are admittedly a little bland.

(#360) Flying Squirrel(?) Pokemon

TCRF guesses this is a flying squirrel, and it seems to be wearing a sheathed sword. Not sure about the headgear it’s sporting. Is that a ninja star?

(#364) Early Cyndaquil

So, this May 6, ‘98 collection is really exciting. The original Gold/Silver fire starter line we saw in Spaceworld ‘97 (Honooguma’s line) is still present in this collection (as is the water-type ‘Cruz’ line and Chikorita’s line). So, what we have here seems to be an early Cyndaquil before they decided to turn it into a fire type and make it the fire starter! In fact, those spikes might even be icicles (like Alolan Sandslash), for all we know. If so, Cyndaquil’s typing pulled a 180.

(#377) Early Furret?

Possibly an early Furret. Looks pretty awkward, not gonna lie; I’m glad it was probably refined into modern Furret, with more body definition between the head and tail.

(#378) Stork Pokemon

It’s a stork, based on the myth of where babies come from. A cute idea, although its curly ‘hair’ looks a little funny to me.

(#380) Squid Pokemon

A squid with drills for its mantle and arms. Since that’s kinda Beedrill’s thing, I’m glad they scrapped the idea. The backsprite lacks drills so it’s probably from a different design stage.

(#382 - 383) Early Burmy/Pineco

Burmy/Wormadam/Mothim is based off the bagworm. Bagworms are grubs that use silk and lots of bits of leaves, bark and other objects to create a camouflaged cocoon. When they turn into adults, some species of female bagworms just look like their larval stage, while the males turn into winged moths. That is why Burmy/Wormadam/Mothim have their unique evolution situation. Clearly, these two beta pokemon are playing around with the bagworm idea. They probably went on to inspire both Pineco (another pokemon based on bagworms!) and the Burmy line in gen 4.

(#386) Koala Pokemon

It’s so cool to see they were thinking about a koala pokemon this early. We would not finally get one until gen 7′s Komala.

(#387) Tanuki Pokemon

A Tanuki that is carrying campfire kindling on his back, but the kindling has caught fire. Apparently based on the Kachi-Kachi Yama folktale, which is a surprisingly violent story, but I suppose folktales often are. Who knows why it was cut, but Sentret is the closest thing we have to a tanuki pokemon for now.

(#392) Megaphone(?) Bird Pokemon

Yet another bird pokemon! There sure were a lot of beta birds. This one appears to have a megaphone-shaped beak. Or, possibly, its head is shaped like a gas mask (the strange eyes seem to support this idea). Honestly I really dig the look of this one.

(#397) Frog Pokemon

It’s tough to tell but it has a small horn on its head. It has a long tongue and is probably shouting “ribbithhhhhh!” It’s cute, but a little plain.

(#400) Tiny Hippo Pokemon

Look at this little weirdo. I think it’s a tiny hippo? With a mohawk and a big grin and wild eyes. It doesn’t really seem to have a head, its mouth/eyes/ears are just stuck directly to a body. Looks pretty awkward, probably needed some polish. No idea what they were going for with it, but it’s interesting.

(#401) Skeleton Pokemon

A very spooky, bipedal, living skeleton beast. It has a long snout and sharp teeth, almost like a crocodile or a dinosaur-like creature. Its head and shoulders have bony spikes and the front of its snout has markings that seem to be a nasal cavity. Very detailed. It also reminds me of Missingno, as some Missingno used the fossil skeletons as their front sprites. I would have loved to have this pokemon, and it’s a real shame they didn’t use it.

(#402) Rodent Pokemon

A mouse or bunny with gigantic, spotted ears and no arms. Those are some serious ears; it almost looks like it could fly with them.

(#403) Fly Pokemon

A bug-type!! It has a huge, creepy face, curly antenna and wings strangely really close to its head. I love it?? But it’s a bug, so of course I do.

(#404) Plant Pokemon

The Snow Bunny was likely part grass-type, but other than that, this is our first grass beta! It has one eye, a spikey head, and almost foot-like roots. I love how grumpy it looks. There’s a possibility it was a pre-evolution for Sunflora, before they had created the idea of Sunkern (which is not present in this collection).

(#405) Ant Pokemon

Another bug!! This one looks a lot like a winged ant. (Those do exist-- usually a temporary thing for mating flights) It’s possibly related to the fly pokemon above, sporting very similar wings. However, it doesn’t really seem like an evolution.

(#406) Dinosaur Pokemon

A little dinosaur-like pokemon, looking up at you. It’s unclear if that’s a tough, bony skull, or if it’s maybe a hat. The clubbed tail makes me wonder if it’s related to #415 below, but it’s probably unlikely. However, it is pretty likely that this later became Cranidos.

(#407) Early Cherrim

This clearly was a design that was picked up later, in gen 4, to create Cherubi/Cherrim’s sunshine form. I am glad the design was improved, because the lips on this one scare me.

(#412) Early Dunsparce

Dunsparce looking quite different. No wings, no drill tail, with a much more typical snake-like face.

(#415) Dinosaur Pokemon

It looks like an aquatic version of an Ankylosaurus or something similar. It’s possible it’s related to the Viking Ship pokemon (as a pre-evo), but there’s no way to know. I quite like it, though.

(#416) Flying Fish Pokemon

This magnificent beast, this miracle of creation, is surely my favorite beta pokemon of all time. Revel in its glory. You may not like it, but this is the ideal pokemon body. What a perfect way to round off our collection of betas.

#pokemon #pokemon gold/silver #beta pokemon #april 2020 leak #pokemon betas #pokemon beta content #mycontent #pokemon discussion

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griffintail · 4 years ago

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She took a breath before nodding, carefully going through the letters. She...needed to know what Tubbo said. 🍋

Dear (Y/N),

I told Tommy the day you shouted and a few hours after I figured out you were gone, that I wouldn't try and find you. It wasn't good for you or me. Yet, almost every day, I still wonder where you are, what you're doing. ..If you're safe. God, I hope you're safe.

I like to think you didn't mean what you said. We were both hurt and I know I said things I regret. I understand if you did mean it though. I'm sorry I wasn't a brother to you like Wilbur was to Tommy. I should have been and that's my fault. I need to sleep, I hope you sleep well.

Good Night.

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Dear (Y/N),

I stared at the stars the other night and thought about when I used to sneak you out when he was being rather loud and frightening you. You liked to make silly shapes with the stars and I tried to show you actual constellations you didn't understand. I looked at the stars the other night and made the dog you loved to trace out.

I wondered if you were looking at the stars and saw the same things I was. Do you even remember that? It feels like a lifetime ago. I hope the stars still shine bright where you are.

Love you, sis.

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Dear (Y/N),

Being the president is rather stressful. Wilbur made it look so easy. I certainly feel the pressure but Tommy tries to help me out with it. I thought about how you always used to ask about him the other day when he was helping me out. You wanted to come because you wanted him to be your best friend too.

I think you two would have been great friends if I had actually let you meet him originally. Maybe if I had let you meet him, I would have taken you that night. Fundy misses you too by the way. He pretends I don't know where he sneaks off even though he's part of the cabinet and I pretend that I really don't know. But, we both know he's looking for you. Some days I hope he finds you so I can apologize and beg for your forgiveness.

Love you, sis, maybe one day.

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Dear Little Lamb,

I've kept track of the days, so Happy Birthday! I hope you're having fun out there. I hope you're seeing lots of things that make you happy. I asked Nikki to make me one of your favorite desserts and spent today alone, eating the cake as I stared at the stars at night. If you come back, I think I'll give you actual Wooly. He's sitting on my desk right now as I write this. Poor guy has been through some things with me but I cried every time I thought about losing him.

It felt like I'd lose you all over again.

Love you, sis. Here's to many more.

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Dear Little Lamb,

Ghostbur, Wilbur's ghost, is always around and it stresses me out sometimes. What if he came back? What if he's holding you down once more! I hate that thought. You're out there free. Even if I'm not there to make sure you're alright, you're finally free and get to know what it feels like.

It makes me worry though about him maybe being out there once again. What if his ghost isn't like Wilbur's? I just hope he isn't out there holding you down again and you're seeing everything as you want to.

Love you, sis, I hope you're seeing the world.

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(The paper is extremely crumpled)

Dear Little Lamb,

Today was...rough. Tommy made a mistake, a stupid mistake, but it was an accident.

I had gotten so angry because I've just been so stressed and then...I scared myself. I got so scared of myself. I wondered what you would have thought of me when I first started yelling at Tommy for no reason just like...him.

I remembered the time you spilled juice on the floor after I calmed down and I remembered he had gotten livid because it had been a long day for him. I hated myself and begged Tommy for his forgiveness. He understood thank god. I'll never forget though, I need to do better. I won't be like him.

Love you, sis.

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Dear Little Lamb,

I'm happy you're not here with me today.

Obsidian walls surround us and we're trapped. We have tunnels of course but it's risky if Dream catches us. We're stocking supplies and all I could think was I was happy you weren't here.

You didn't need to feel trapped again. You didn't need to be in the face of another war or fight. You're finally free and I hope you're happy out there holding that freedom close.

I wondered if you made friends like I have here in L'Manberg. I wonder and I hope you have. Tommy and I will stand strong together no matter what. Dream demanded I exile him, and I said no to his face. That's what our friendship is, I hope you find that one day. Fundy still hopes that friendship is what you two have. He's still searching but now we have large walls blocking those goals.

I love you sis, I hope you're safe. And I hope you're happy. I hope freedom is treating you well. Maybe I'll see you again but for now, I need to give my country the freedom I should have given you. I should have broken down those walls for you and again, I'm sorry.

Hopefully, I can make it up to you one day.

I love you so much sis, I never stopped. Till another letter.

#🍋 Collab 2 #TW: Abuse #Abuse

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platypanthewriter · 4 years ago

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Harringrove April prompt 15, Sun. After the Mindflayer, Billy’s kinda weird, but Steve figures that makes sense.

Steve took the kids to pick each other up, sometimes, and sometimes, Max was at the hospital, to see Billy. In Steve’s head, Billy nearly dying to save Eleven kind of...balanced out beating Steve’s head in. Didn’t mean Steve liked the guy, but he thought...well, Steve Harrington had been no kinda prize until he started fighting for kids, and maybe Billy had changed, at least a little.

Also, it was hilarious, because post-Mindflayer Billy Hargrove didn’t give a shit. Steve had thought he hadn’t before, but then he saw a nurse outside, trying to get Billy to go back in—or at least put his clothes back on—and Billy just leaning against the side of the building by the dumpsters, naked in the sun. She saw Max, and sighed with relief, heading inside.

Before, Billy had cared too much, Steve realized—about what Steve was doing, about who ruled the school—but he only cared about the sun, anymore.

That, and probably annoying his sister, some, because when she leaned around the corner of the building and yelled, “Billy Hargrove, put your damn pants on,” he leaned his head back, eyes still closed, and replied, “Don’t look over here and you won’t see anything you don’t like, Maxine.”

“You better have left your bandages alone,” she shouted, and he laughed, then grimaced, wincing.

“You better stop bossing me around,” he yelled back.

“You’re gonna freeze your ass cheeks off,” she hollered, her hands firmly over her eyes as she meandered hesitantly towards his voice.

“Don’t fucking come over here,” Billy groaned, bracing himself against the wall to look over, but one of his knees bent, and his legs both collapsed.�� He landed with a soft “—oop.”

“...can I look?” Max asked, stopping.

“No, don’t,” he muttered, trying to push himself back up, and Steve took a step forward automatically, grimacing.

“You are such a pain in the ass,” Max told him, putting her hands on her hips. “I’m gonna get you a wheelchair.”

“The sun’s only over here for like fifteen more minutes,” Billy hissed at her, squirming until he could lean back against the building, at least. “Lemme alone.”

“I can hear you shivering,” she snarled back. “You’re probably getting dirt under all your bandages. I’m getting a wheelchair.”

“Get the wheelchair,” Steve told her, and Billy twitched, but he didn’t open his eyes. “Once he’s in the shade, we can throw a blanket on him, and push him in the sun again.”

“...fine,” Max growled, and stomped off.

“...y’know if you leave a bottle of water in the sun for six hours, it disinfects it,” Billy said softly. “The UV rays.”

“...okay,” Steve said, keeping an eye out for anyone he needed to prevent walking around the edge of the building. Billy mumbled something, and Steve wandered closer, trying not to notice how thin his shoulders looked, or the irritated red skin peeking out from under his bandages. “...what’s that?”

“It doesn’t like the sun,” Billy whispered. “Can’t take the UV.”

“...you know it’s gone, right,” Steve told him, and Billy snorted a laugh, his knuckles whitening as he gripped at the scrubby grass.

“Mmm,” Billy said, and Steve crouched to grab his hand.

“Come on,” he said, “I’ll help you stand up.”

Billy laughed. “You’re gonna see shit and wish you hadn’t, Harringto—fuck,” he gasped, as Steve slid an arm around him, and slowly stood. “You’re warm, fuck,” Billy muttered, staggering, and shivering harder.

“We showered together,” Steve reminded him, trying to hold Billy so he faced the sun, but not touch him anywhere weird. “I’ve seen it all. I mean, you didn’t look as shitty, then.”

Billy laughed again, then took a few shuddery breaths, touching his bandages. “...fffuck,” he breathed. “I’m hot as...hell, Harrington,” he gasped, his whole face screwed up with pain. “Just...got no taste.”

“Yeah, that’s right,” Steve played along. “The stubble really helps. And the goosebumps, can’t forget those.”

“Shit,” Billy breathed, pulling him a couple of inches further into the sun. “...yeah. I gotta...hide back here,” he said, coughing, and groaning. “My public keeps wanting autographs.”

“...what about a tanning bed,” Steve asked, watching the last sliver of sun slide behind the laurels that shielded the dumpsters. “Surround you with the same thing, right?”

Billy’s breath caught. “...they’re not gonna let me out,” he whispered, curling a little against Steve’s shoulder, worn out. “I can’t get to one.”

“I will talk to your doctor, okay,” Steve told him. “Would you lie down and sleep, after? If we get you in one? Surrounded by the what, the UV light?”

Billy gripped his arms, and nodded, swallowing. “Y-yeah. I—I just need to—”

“Okay,” Steve nodded, as Max pushed the wheelchair around the corner.

Billy draped himself over the chair like a throne, and Max groaned at the drama, but tucked a blanket around him with annoyingly thorough pokes. Billy grumbled, batting at her hand.

Once Steve wheeled him into the room, Billy lolled his head back and hollered, “Max! You were so right, I’m dying, I need water.”

“Like a plant,” Steve said. “He needs to be watered. I kinda have to take a piss—”

“Sounds like you two can work that out,” Max said, wrinkling her nose, but running off.

“You piss on me and I’ll tear your dick off—” Billy started, then trailed off, watching her go. “Check my back,” he whispered, yanking at the blanket, and Steve grabbed his hands.

“Get in the bed,” he whispered back. “I can’t see anything with you in the chair. I’ll check.” Billy’s shoulders were bony in his hands, and Steve bit his lips, helping him back onto the hospital bed.

“...don’t get fresh, now,” Billy grunted, shaking with exhaustion as he flopped too far down on the bed, his feet hanging over the edge, but too tired to move.

“I would never,” Steve told him, snorting a laugh. “Lemme scoot you up—”

“Just look,” Billy hissed, clenching his fists, and Steve kept his sigh silent, and yanked back the blanket.

There were still a bunch of bandages down Billy’s back, and Steve grimaced, trying not to stare at a dude’s naked ass. “”You’re fine,” he sighed, and Billy slammed his hand against the mattress so hard the bed rolled a little.

“You didn’t fucking look—”

“I did,” Steve hissed back, and Billy shook his head, wrapping his arms around his pillow and his face.

“Look harder,” he whispered hoarsely. “Everything hurts, there’s something there this time—”

Steve rubbed his face, and then, grimacing, reached out and touched Billy’s shoulder. Billy gave a full-body shudder, flinching away. “—the fuck,” he gasped, sounding strained, but Steve just set his jaw and ran his fingertips down the back of Billy’s arm.

“I’m looking. There’s nothing.”

Billy stayed still, for once, letting Steve run his fingers down the whole length of his body as Steve’s face flamed. When Steve finished running his fingers down Billy’s sides and along his legs and feet, he stuck his arms out behind him, and Steve carefully inspected his hands and forearms for black veins.

“Back here,” Billy said, grabbing his hair off his neck, and Steve leaned in to inspect the back of Billy’s neck, and behind his ears, listening to the panting, snuffly breaths he was taking into the pillow.

“You’re clear,” Steve said, and Billy finally relaxed, swallowing hard.

“...fuck,” he muttered, between slow, shaky breaths. “Shit. I thought—”

“Try to get some sleep,” Steve told him, sighing. “You’re fine.”

“I’m so fine,” Billy muttered into his arms, huffing a laugh.

Steve thought about telling someone that “looking” with fingertips worked, but he couldn’t see Max wanting to try it, or Billy letting her.

“...you want me to come look tomorrow?” Steve asked, resignedly, and Billy went really still. “...I can check for you if you’ll feel better.”

“...you just wanna get your hands on my ass,” Billy whispered finally, his voice cracking.

“That’s definitely it,” Steve snorted, pulling the blanket back over him, and tucking it in. “Stay under there, it didn’t like warm either, right.”

When Max came back in, she had a tray of food, and started bickering with Billy over the applesauce on it, so Steve left. As he opened the door, Billy called out “Tomorrow?”

“Tomorrow,” Steve agreed.

He tried to find Billy’d doctor to ask him about a tanning bed, and then the nurse on duty, but she must have thought Billy wanted a tan, because she rolled her eyes. “That kid is gonna die of vanity,” she said, and Steve laughed uncomfortably.

When he’d been at the grocery store, they had cactuses. He drove over there and wandered around until he found a lady holding flowers, and grilled her on how to make somewhere warm and sunny enough for a cactus. After writing a lot on his hand about grow lamps and minimum temperatures, he turned away, and she said “...you aren’t gonna buy a cactus?”, so he did. He picked out an especially spiky one to call Billy, and a shorter wooly one that looked like it was crouching to lunge, and called that one Max with great satisfaction.

The hardware store didn’t have grow lamps, so he ordered two, and bought some bulbs. When he got home, he put Billy and Max into the window, and carefully watered them, then frowned at them through the evening, half expecting them to wither and die.

The next day, Billy was waiting for him after work, his hands shaking a little, but he looked less exhausted.

“You get some sleep, finally?” Steve asked, pulling Billy’s hair away from his ears to check, and then lifting it off his neck.

“Don’t get distracted,” Billy muttered.

“Yeah, yeah, I gotta appreciate the sights, right,” Steve sighed, and Billy laughed, relaxing already under Steve’s careful fingers.

“What about under the bandage,” Billy whispered, when Steve’s fingers grazed his ribs. “Where it went through me.”

“Doesn’t the nurse change that out every day,” Steve asked, having seen it, and Billy’s fingers clenched around the edges of the mattress.

“She’s not looking, she thinks I’m nuts,” he growled, and Steve grimaced, lifting the edges to look underneath.

“I think they’ll throw me out if I mess with your bandages. How about you have Max watch?”

“...she doesn’t wanna see that,” Billy muttered, and Steve rolled his eyes, thinking ‘because I do, right.’

“She wants to make sure you’re safe too,” he told Billy, who was silent.

“His room at home doesn’t get any sun at all,” Max said, when she showed up, and Steve frowned at the man huddled under the blankets. “He’s gonna get arrested for flashing the neighbors. And probably, like, skin cancer on his dick.”

Both options seemed likely.

“When are they releasing him?” Steve asked, cocking his head thoughtfully, and Max winced, blowing through her cheeks.

“We don’t know. He keeps talking about how he could stay longer if he fell down the stairs,” she said, smiling grimly.

“...what the fuck,” Steve said, staring at her, and his vague thoughts of Billy coming to visit began to take shape.

“What?! No!” Robin said, when he mentioned the idea of inviting the man who’d given him a concussion to live in his house.

“He’s changed,” Steve said lamely. “And he’s got no strength in his arms,” he pointed out, with more certainty. “He’s not gonna be hitting anybody.”

“We can always fling him off your balcony,” she said, considering.

He broached it to Billy the next day, as he ran his fingertips down the warm, goose pimply skin of Billy’s thighs. “You should come to my apartment,” he said, and Billy’s foot twitched.

“...the hell would I wanna go visiting anywhere,” he asked. “Don’t get distracted—”

“I’m not, look, I’m stopping here, I’ll restart in the right spot,” Steve said, resting his whole hand on Billy’s thigh just below his ass. He shivered. “I’m saying come stay with me, okay.”

After a long pause, Billy lifted his head from the pillow. “...what,” he croaked.

“Come stay with me.”

“...are you fucking serious,” Billy shot back, glaring over his shoulder. “Don’t fuck with me, Harrington—”

“I’m not,” Steve sighed, rolling his eyes. “My apartment faces south, man, sunny all day.” Billy’s breath caught. “Think about it,” Steve told him, bending to carefully check Billy’s legs for the black veins of the Mindflayer.

That night, Steve’s phone rang. “Were you serious?” Billy said, with no preamble. “I can come stay with you?”

“Yeah,” Steve said, winding the cord around his finger, his cheeks irrationally flushed. It was just Billy, he told himself, glancing around the apartment and wishing it was nicer. The carpet looked older than Steve was, he thought in dismay.

“For how long,” Billy said softly, like there had to be a catch, and Steve shrugged.

“Doesn’t matter, Hargrove, jesus. I can’t let you go home.”

“...the hell did Max tell you,” Billy hissed, and Steve blinked.

“She said your room had no sun.”

Billy started laughing—Steve hoped the noise was laughing, anyway, at least mostly—and then hung up.

The day Billy was released, Steve took him straight to a tanning salon, and he emerged half-asleep from the tanning bed, so sleepy and quiet he didn’t even resist Steve carrying him back out to the car.

He did have a lot to say about getting piggy-backed up the stairs to Steve’s apartment, like “Giddyup”, “Yee-haw”, “You just want me wrapped aorund you,” and “What the shit, Harrington, three stories, I’m gonna be trapped up here like fucking Rapunzel.”

“Didn’t a king put her in a tower to weave gold,” Steve asked, panting, and Billy laughed against his shoulder.

“That was Rumpelstitzkin. Wrong story. Rapunzel, a witch did it. They traded her for salad.”

“They fucking what,” Steve said, staggering to a stop on the stairs, and Billy burst out laughing.

“Keep walking, your majesty. Don’t drop me.”

Steve reached and flicked the lights on, and then carried Billy inside. His mom had gotten rid of his kid’s bed, so he’d just hauled his queen size out to the front room, in front of the windows, and he lowered Billy next to it, turning to grab him as he stumbled, looking around.

“...there’re cactuses growing on your windowsill,” Billy pointed out, and Steve nodded.

“It’s so sunny in here cactuses grow,” Steve informed him proudly. “I thought that one looked like you—”

“Sturdy?” Billy suggested, smirking. “Prickly?”

“Pain in my ass,” Steve told him. “Here, sit down before you fall down. Okay, these lamps?” he pointed, walking over, “—sun lamps, okay. They’ll keep it sunny year-round—”

“...why do you care if it’s sunny year-round,” Billy asked flatly, and Steve blinked over at him. “I already don’t know how I’m gonna pay you back for this,” Billy gritted out. “The fuck do you mean year-round.”

Steve bit his lips together, thinking how weird and pathetic it was that he’d been so excited to have Billy come he’d lost sleep, bought grow lamps and cacti, and scrubbed his whole fridge out that morning at three, after it occurred to him, lying awake, that he hadn’t since he moved in. He walked into the kitchen, and started getting out the chicken soup fixings he’d been assured Billy could eat. “...I put a plastic lawn chair in the shower for when you can take showers,” he said, and heard his bed creak. He looked over to see Billy standing, gripping the headboard, but then he sat again, swearing.

“Harrington,” he hissed.

Steve told him about the hours he kept, and the plan with Max to bring Billy’s things, and Billy muttered darkly, and eventually complimented Steve’s soup like he was mad to admit it was good.

That night, he squirmed next to Steve, slowly, because he couldn’t move fast, his breathing catching, then evening out, then gasping again.

“...you need anything?” Steve asked finally, and Billy was silent for a long time, like he was holding his breath.

“Maybe I should shave my head,” he said, casually, out of the blue, and Steve couldn’t help it, he snorted a laugh, dissolving into snickers.

“What?!” he hissed, still giggling.

“Can’t check under my hair,” Billy said, nearly inaudibly, and Steve groaned, then scooted closer, and reached up to find Billy’s shoulder in the dark.

He slid his hand up and through Billy’s curls. “S’warm, right?”

“...yeah,” Billy breathed.

“Doesn’t like warm,” Steve whispered back, sliding his fingers through every inch of Billy’s hair, slowly, so heat could build. “If this feels bad, we’ll know, right?”

“......yeah,” Billy said, after an even longer pause.

“...so does it?” Steve asked, after a while, and Billy didn’t answer. Steve suspected he’d fallen asleep, but he made sure to finish.

While Steve got ready for work, Billy was arranging himself in the bed, centered in the windows with his naked ass hanging out. He sighed contentedly, and Steve groaned.

“Tell me you put sunscreen on,” he said, and Billy glared over.

“I can’t put a shirt on, Harrington. It’s fine—”

“You’re gonna be pissed if you get sunburned,” Steve told him, grabbing the sunscreen he’d bought for the time he took the Party camping, before they were too old for fun. Billy stared at him, but Steve had had girlfriends, and he was a good babysitter, so he was an expert at warming sunscreen just enough, and not letting his fingers linger anywhere they weren’t supposed to be.

Billy lay stiff as taxidermy as Steve rubbed sunscreen into his shoulders and arms, and then down his back—and then paused, because usually there was swimsuit there, and Billy cracked up the hardest Steve had ever heard him laugh. He ever kicked his foot a little, snickering at Steve’s bad life choices.

Steve slapped a lotion-gooey hand on Billy’s ass, defiantly, and Billy yelped, laughing harder, and curling a little on his side, so Steve had to shove him on his face again to get him around the side of his butt.

“What are you doing,” Billy groaned into his pillow, cackling as Steve got his thighs and down the backs of his knees.

“I just don’t wanna find you burned to ashes, like a vampire,” Steve said, blushing harder than ever, and then patted the calf of Billy’s leg. “Flip over.”

“...I’ll get the front,” Billy said, still sniggering. “I promise. I swear, Harrington—”

“...you better,” Steve said, a little relieved, and a lot disappointed. He shook his head hard, and left the sunscreen where Billy could get it.

When he glanced back, Billy’s whole body was much redder than Steve’s squeamish lotioning could explain.

That night when he got home from work, he brought a pizza. Billy eyed it doubtfully, but accepted the offered plate. He stayed on the bed, watching Steve watch TV, until Steve waved him over, making a face.

“D’you need help getting off the bed, or something?” he asked, and Billy shook his head, narrowing his eyes.

“Not gonna risk it,” he said. “You felt me up too good this morning. Might get ideas.”

Steve threw an olive at him, and Billy popped it in his mouth. Steve watched him lick the drooping tip of the pizza into his mouth, and the grease shining on his lips. Steve cleared his throat, and fixed his eyes on the TV screen.

“So if I’m the spiky one,” Billy said, pausing halfway through the pizza slice to lay back on the bed, “—who’s the other one? You got two cactuses in your life?”

“Max,” Steve told him absently. “I was asking the lady at the store how to keep it sunny enough for a cactus in here, and so she thought I’d buy some, y’know.”

“...I guess when you start bringing a girl around, you’ll get something pretty,” Billy said, not any particular way, and Steve realized he’d been listening closely for tone.

“Cactuses have flowers,” Steve told him, and Billy pushed himself up again, watching Steve’s face.

Steve didn’t know what to do with that, except stick his tongue out, or something, so he stuffed the whole rest of the pizza slice in his mouth, and chewed.

Billy could mostly take care of himself, except for being a little crazy. Steve asked Dustin what it was called if something couldn’t live without sunlight, and Dustin said photosynthesis, so that was what Steve told his neighbors Billy had. He jerked awake nearly every night no matter how long he baked himself the night before, breathing shakily. Sometimes, it worked for Steve to slide a hand over and touch his shoulder, and then smooth his hand over Billy’s skin, reminding him the Mindflayer didn’t like it warm.

“You could just look, and we could go back to sleep,” Billy mumbled, but he scooted closer as Steve smoothed a hand along his ribs, and down his hip.

“Too sleepy, no lights,” Steve groaned, flopping half on top of him, and Billy laughed until they were both awake.

Once, he tried to escape Steve, who scrambled the other way, thudded to the floor with a loud crash at 3am, and woke the neighbors, who yelled up through the floor asking if they were okay.

Billy and Steve snickered in horror over that one, and Steve tried to sleep on the couch, that night, despite Billy’s continual whispers of “You know you’d rather get some, Harrington. Get back over here. I’m lonely, Harrington. Put your hands on me, Harrington.” He started singing it, softly, then louder, like their neighbors weren’t tortured enough, and finally Steve groaned, laughing, and tromped back over to crawl into bed.

“You want my hands on you, huh,” Steve whispered, daring to scoot close and slide a hand around Billy’s waist, pulling their whole bodies against each other. “...warm enough?” he asked, and Billy nodded, frozen stiff like a board against his chest.

“...what were you dreaming?” Steve whispered, against Billy’s ear, because usually Billy curled into his warmth, edging towards him even asleep, until they were a mess of arms and legs and their skin stuck together a little with sweat.

Billy took a slow breath, then let it out. Steve waited, but he just kept...breathing, until Steve finally grunted unhappily against his neck, and snuggled closer. They didn’t get much sleep, that night, since Billy kept twitching awake, and finally Steve got up and turned on the sun lamps, and yanked off the blanket to run his hand up and down Billy’s lower back.

“...d’you wanna kiss me,” Billy finally said, flatly, like he was mad, and Steve froze.

He thought about the way Billy knew exactly how to make Max mad—but teased her about something else, instead, after listening to her scream as he went down at the mall. The shine of the pizza grease on Billy’s lips, and how pink they’d been, after he licked them. How he sat up a little every time Steve walked in the room, like Steve Harrington was someone to get excited about.

“...you don’t, do you,” Billy said, even more firmly, his hands clenched on Steve’s, around his waist. “Fuck. Forget it.”

“What the hell, no, I’m not forgetting it,” Steve hissed, and Billy laughed, less happily, this time.

“Yeah,” he whispered. “That’s what I was dreaming about.”

“What if—what if I do. Want to,” Steve mumbled, feeling like a moron, and Billy went all stiff and uncomfortable in his arms again.

“Make up your mind, Harrington,” he growled, and Steve sat up, so Billy fell on his back with a sputtered “Fuck!”

Steve licked his lips, staring down at Billy’s glowering face and set jaw, going golden in the first, early rays of the sun. He leaned in for a kiss.

The other Harringrove April prompts I’ve done

#Harringrove #Harringrove April #Billy's having a weird time #Steve decides to give him another chance #He's glad he did

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Commander Cody Week - Day Three: Valor

Sooo two things. One, this is a day late because I had an eight hour shift yesterday and the muse didn't want to come after that. And two: I literally couldn’t help myself and combined several of the prompts from both Day Three and Day Two.

-how Cody gets his scar- -acting as a protector- in -desperate circumstances- -wielding a lightsaber- that just so happens to belong to the person Cody protects.

TW: Injuries are sustained...maybe not graphic, but if you don't like reading about this, best not to read.

Cody was going to kill Kenobi. Well, if they survived this mess, that is. It was supposed to be a simple infiltration mission, but turned out to be a trap. Wooley and Cody stood shoulder to shoulder, covering the rest of the unit's backs as they frantically tried to find the General. They were in a tunnel system where they’d heard rumors of a new secret weapon. Was there a weapon? Maybe. They’d only gone far enough for their escape route to be cut off before droids began filing out of the woodwork and appearing around every bend. At first it had been manageable, until they got to the extraction point. They were completely surrounded, and the droids weren’t taking prisoners.

Comms spiked as the jamming from the droids wavered. A choppy, though intelligible message connected to Cody’s internal comms.

“Commander Cody! We’ve got an extraction team ready to get you guys the hell out of there!”

“Negative, soldier. The zone is hot. It would be a massacre. They’re waiting for anyone else who comes into this trap!”

The hesitancy in the brothers voice was apparent as he tried to argue with Cody.

“But sir! We’ve got to get you and your men out of there!”

“I know that, trooper. You’ll need to scramble a fighter squad to cover any gunships you send in and it was my understanding that you’re in the middle of a battle!”

Wooley dragged Cody down as an ion cannon charge flew over their heads, crashing into the wall of the tunnel and causing the entire structure to shake. Cody tumbled to a stop, pulling a bead on the super battle droid, and quickly dispatched the largest threat to their group. Wooley groaned as he moved to get up. All of them were feeling a little beat up. They just had to make it back to the other group. A squad of B1 droids rounded the bend where the super battle droid sat smoking. The hunk of metal would slow them down, but not enough to keep them there indefinitely. Cody reached down and hauled Wooley to his feet, the disoriented trooper didn’t object and the two of them rejoined the unit around the bend. Two troopers immediately peeled off the group and started covering them and keeping the droids at bay.

“How close are they?”

Waxer breathed out as soon as they were close enough. The entire tunnel system shuddered again.

“Too close. Someone set charges here. We can collapse the tunnel here and slow down this group of droids. It’ll give us time to regroup with General Kenobi.”

Two troopers immediately moved and started setting the last of their charges. Wooley picked his weight off of Cody and Charger reached over to help Wooley regain his balance.

“Are you alright?”

Wooley nodded tightly and set to checking the charges on his blaster.

“Just took a knock to the head trying to keep the Commander from losing his.”

Cody nodded his thanks and then recalled the two troopers currently firing down at the advancing war machines.

“Alright men, from here on out we aren’t stopping for anything. We haven’t had any communication with General Kenobi since comms went dead, and that usually means he’s in trouble. Move out!”

All the men quickly set up pace while one of them started tracing General Kenobi’s comm unit. The two with charges finished and handed Cody a remote detonator. With an unspoken agreement, the stragglers turned and booked it. Cody waited until he heard the first couple units pass into the tunnel behind them, heralded by a few laser bolts hitting the tunnel walls around them. He hit the button and the tunnel shuddered for a third time, this time the supports in the tunnel behind them began straining under their weight while the entrance collapsed onto the droids. The dust settled behind them as they continued moving. The sounds of blasterfire became louder and they rounded a corner into another group. They were crouched in a defensive manner around some prone figures. A pang went through Cody when he recognized General Kenobi was one of the figures. His men immediately went to bolster the defenses, ignoring the lasers to the best of their abilities. Kenobi had been on the right track, the entrance to the maze was directly in front of them, being blocked by at least a full squad of droids. A brother was crouched next to Kenobi and Cody crouched down next to him, trusting the rest of the unit to keep the droids occupied.

“Is he alright?”

General Kenobi was unconscious and Cody wanted to growl in frustration. Their big gun was out of the fight, leaving the rest of them extremely vulnerable.

“He will be, though he’s not waking up anytime soon. Or fighting. He was caught in a collapsing tunnel not too long ago and he might have internal injuries.”

The cry of a brother in pain pulled the attention of the medic away. Cody nodded his dismissal and motioned Wooley over.

“We’ve got to punch through these droids, do we have anymore poppers?”

Wooly shook his head and Waxer pulled a brother out of the direct line of fire as the medic worked to stabilize and ensure that the trooper would live.

“We used all of the explosives. Our best chance is to have the extraction team ready to pick us up the second we blast through the entrance!”

A blaster bolt hit the wall close to where Waxer’s head was and he crouched low.

“So you’re telling me we’ve got no more artillery? Nothing that’ll thin the droids out?”

The medic snorted and motioned to the unconscious form of the General.

“Well unless you have some magic ability to get our Jedi back on his feet, then no. This would be a lot easier with his lightsaber.”

Waxer and the medic both stood, taking their weapons and swapped out brothers who’s blasters needed their battery packs switched out. Boil, who’d gone with the General crouched down next to Cody as he reloaded his blaster. He wordlessly handed over Kenobi’s lightsaber and rejoined the throng. The wounded trooper groaned slightly, but shifted his weight up so that he could take potshots.

“You got an extra blaster, Commander?”

Some droids were starting to file in from a new direction. It was all or nothing. Cody handed over his blaster, and fingered the button on Kenobi’s lightsaber. All clones had training in Beskad, so it wasn’t unreasonable that Cody use the one tool that had a chance of getting them out. His comms crackled to life again.

“Commander! Are you close to the extraction point? We’ve got a group making a run for your position. You’ve got...be...fzzt...ready!”

Mind made up, Cody stood and strode past the defensive line of brothers, igniting the lightsaber when he got clear. The droids stopped firing as their central processing unit tried to make sense of what they saw. Cody opened an internal line to all of the brothers around him.

“Be ready men, we are getting out of here. Wooley, grab General Kenobi. Charger, you’ve got Hotshot.”

The men all tensed as Cody raised the blade in a salute. Cody took a deep breath, and charged. The lightsaber had been heavier than expected, but the weight balanced well in his gloved hand, and he met no resistance as he slashed through the first three droids. He spun around and kicked high, knocking the head off of one droid. The droids scrambled backwards and started trying to train their blasters on him. Cody didn’t let them and stabbed out with the lightsaber, slashing through the weapons of some droid. Laser fire filled the air around him, and Cody kept moving. The straggler droids would be taken care of. He burst out of the tunnels, his HUD immediately compensating for the light from the sun. The momentary distraction was all it took for the droids to get him off balance. The field between them and the final extraction point was positively surrounded by droids. Cody faltered and a metal fist connected with the side of his helmet, pain exploded from the side of his head as the plastoid shattered. Cody reacted on pure instinct, spinning with the deadly energy blade and slashing through the offending arm. He’d just been punched by a kriffing super battle droid. Blood dripped down the side of Cody’s face and he grimaced. Another fist connected right in his blind spot and he went sprawling. The lightsaber deactivated as he hit the ground roughly. He distantly wondered how it did that, but turned his attention quickly back on the hopeless situation in front of him as he scrambled to his feet, raising the cylinder and igniting the blade once again. If droids could laugh, he was sure they would be. Another metal limb connected with his ribs on his blind side and he slashed blindly, taking the heads of two droids that had gotten too close. The circle of droids all trained their blasters on him and Cody frowned, blood washing into his mouth from the head wound. Where were they?!

He didn’t have to wonder long. Boil and the rest of the unit burst out of the tunnel raining blasterfire on the assembled droids, causing more panic. Cody burst into action, ignoring the protest from his ribs and carved a path to the extraction point just as some well placed shots from bombers and fighters above heralded the arrival of their ride. The troopers poured out of the tunnels, miraculously avoiding being buried as the tunnel finally gave in to the weaknesses it had gained from the earlier explosions.

The droids pressed in as the gunship dropped down to hover doors open. A fizzy noise and Cody barely made out what the pilot was saying through the now damaged comm system in his bucket.

“Get your men out of here, Commander!”

Cody made a quick gesture to the gunship and then placed himself close to the gunship as the men piled in. He swiped at any droids that got to close, growling in an almost feral manner. A pair of hands hauled him into the gunship and he thrashed. He had to keep the men safe, had to get the General to safety, had to.... The hands gently pried the saber from his grip as the gunship soared up into the atmosphere, doors sliding shut.

“Commander! Cody! We all made it. You can stand down.”

The medic was gently easing Cody’s helmet over his head, and Cody tried to slap the hand away, missing since the blood was still making seeing on his left side difficult.

“Tend to the General first!”

Waxer appeared in Cody’s right side periphery. Helmet off and held to the side.

“Commander, General Kenobi is stable, and Sharps here needs to stop the bleeding from your wound.”

Frowning, Cody tugged off his helmet, ignoring the protests of the medic as the broken plastoid scratched at his face.

“Do what you need to, Sharps.”

The medic in question pulled a crate over and directed Cody to sit on it, immediately going to clean the wound with what they had on hand. Cody couldn’t help but fidget, and the medic seemed to get what was going through his head better than Cody himself, because he angled Cody so he could see the Jedi General, laid out on a stretcher. Wooley slumped to the ground next to Cody and passed the General’s lightsaber back up to Cody.

“He’ll be so confused when he can’t find it again.”

Wooley slid his helmet off to display a nasty purpling bruise near his temple. Neatly mirroring Cody’s own new injury.

“We lived to fight another day. And we protected our General.”

Waxer’s quiet words assuaged the tense anxiety that had creeped in so soon post-battle. Cody sighed, once again resisting the urge to put his head in his hands, instead hissing as the medic apologized about something that Cody paid no mind his face went slightly numb and some of the haze left his mind. His men were safe, his general was safe, and they would continue to fight.

OOoof so that was REALLY long. Whoops. Well when the muse sings, you listen to the tune I guess XD @jate-kara @commandercodyweek

Oh and I forgot to mention but in yesterdays spiel, Helix is someone else's OC...I just borrowed them cuz I hadn't thought out my own medic character yet and the 212th doesn't have a canon one....

#unedited and no beta so have mercy!#cody needs a hug #Obi-Wan is a clumsy chaos gremlin #Loyalty means Everything to the Clones #codyweek2021 #Lightsaber + Cody = CHAOS and a bloodbath!

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thesehauntedhills · 4 years ago

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FELON GHOSTS AT THE END OF THE LINE

Now, for those you don't know me, let me tell you, "IMMA CHICKEN". I believe in the Holy Ghost and that leads me to believe in other Ghosts. Satan is a copycat master of deception, ya know. So, two places that I will not visit because after hearing of family and friends accounts of their visits to these places, I won't go. The two places are both in East Tennessee. One right here in Greene County, The Old Greene County Gaol. The old jail is located behind the Greene County Courthouse. The other place I will not go is located in Morgan County in the tiny town of Petros. Yep, that's it the former Brushy Mountain State Penitentiary. I've heard accounts from reputable, professional people of their visit to the former Prison and they share tales of being on the Ghost Walk tour and "something got on" them. Scared enough to go wait in the car for the others! Here follows is some information about the Prison . . . . and the Convicted Ghosts who demand their acquittal

Brushy State Penitentiary. Operating from 1896 to 2009, the penitentiary was known as the Alcatraz of the South. Brushy State once housed James Earl Ray, the man who assassinated Martin Luther King Jr. The vacant prison is surrounded by a rock wall.

The penitentiary stands in a notch in the Cumberland Mountains, hemmed in on three sides by the forbidding Frozen Head Wilderness. Over the years a surprising number of convicts escaped from the prison and headed into the hills -- but NONE ever made a successful escape . Hundreds of its inmates died anyway, worked to death in the prison's slave-labor coal mines or simply murdered by each other. The penitentiary produced so many dead bodies -- no one knows how many -- that it had its own morgue and crematorium.

I would say that Brushy has seen more than her fair share of death. She has seen some of the most brutal deaths that one could have imagined. She has seen the worst human behaviors, she has seen pure hate and sadly pure evil. That kind of evil will forever leave a negative “impression” on an environment. That kind of horror, trauma, negative energy, sadness, hate, bad and evil can crawl into every wall, corner, crook and cranny. We then must throw in the natural environment. Paranormal researchers have found that certain natural properties such as water, limestone and other stones can energize spirits. Well, Brushy Mountain has all of those in abundance all around them. There have been many ghost hunting teams to do investigations inside the prison since it’s closing in 2009 and the evidence that has come out of there has been extremely convincing. From one ghost who supposedly smokes a cigarette if you leave one as a gift to one who is named Jack Jett a prisoner who was murdered while talking on the phone

Today, the walls of the prison have been reopened, revamped. For one hundred bucks you can go on a ghost walk through the pentinuary.

A former Inmate recalled one night when a convict was stabbed to death, then was skinned, gutted, and flushed down a cell toilet, piece by piece, to hide the evidence. In the morning, all that was left was a garbage bag of human bones. "There was some bad, bad boys in here," said the former inmate. Prisoners who failed to mine their daily quota of coal, or who otherwise angered the guards, were tied to the exercise yard whipping post. The former inmate added that his granduncle was one of them, whipped so hard through his prison uniform that the cloth embedded into his flesh. Others were banished to The Hole, a lightless cellblock where each inmate was given two buckets: one for water and one for a bathroom. "You'd try to make a mark on one bucket so they wouldn't get switched around," he explained. "One guy was locked down in there 29 days. He put his head through the wall to kill himself."

Brushy Mountain State housed some of Tennessee’s worst criminals. The violence inside the prison was a problem that the prison guards had a horrible problem controlling. It was said in that at one point they averaged one murder a week. On Feb. 8th, 1982, a hostage situation occurred fueled by racism, two black inmates were killed by white prisoners. The white prisoners sawed through their bars, using a gun that had been smuggled inside took four guards hostage. They then went upstairs to where the black prisoners were housed and started shooting them as they went down the line. The prisoners then surrendered to the guards quietly. Nearly 100 executions also took place at Brushy State by electrocution, "Old Sparky".

All I'm saying is, "I believe" . I believe that many ghosts found the end of the line in this life here, but it never really ended . . . . .

Thanks for reading! SpOoKy !

As always drop a comment, share a story. Have you been brave enough to take the ghost walk? Please tell us about your experience!

Might ought to head to Morgan County mmmmm hmmmmm!

The former inmate now works as a tour guide in the prison like any good prison tour guide, is a nonstop monologue of horror tales. "People think a lot of these stories are made up, but I've seen things," he said. He recounted one time that a prisoner was beaten dead in the gymnasium bathroom. Another convict was deliberately crushed to death on the exercise yard weight bench. A third was burned alive in his own cell by a molotov cocktail tossed through the bars. Even the non-fatal stories are unsettling. He added that his prison blanket turned black from roach poop, and that one time it was so cold that it froze to the wall of his cell. "It'd get colder than a wooly-wooly bugger in here," he said. It's true: the unheated prison is closed to tourists from December through March because it's so cold.

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mirkwoodshewolf · 5 years ago

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You gave me the greatest award of all; Rami Malek x reader

*Author’s note*

Hey guys well I finally managed to get some writing done. This came from a wattpad request and it was for our beloved Rami. Now I have been in love with this guy since I first saw him in Night at the Museum and I can’t tell how proud I am of him for coming so far since then. I’m looking forward to seeing him as the villain of the next Bond film as well as the final season of his series Mr. Robot.

Now not really any warnings just nothing but PURE, UNADULTERATED FLUFF with our beloved Rami Malek :) hope you all enjoy this :)

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Telling Rami:

Two lines. I can’t believe this. Two lines equals pregnant. And it wasn’t just for one pregnancy test, I went ahead and took three. Cause I knew sometimes pregnancy tests can sometimes give a false positive so I went ahead and got three and shockingly all three said the same thing in the end.

I was sitting on mine and Rami’s hotel bed trying to calm myself down before I had a panic attack. That’s when the door opened and I heard my dear friend Joey’s voice say.

“Yo Rami, Ben, Gwil and I are going out for…..(Y/n)?”

“Joey.” I whispered softly. He ran up to me and knelt down in front of me.

“Hey, what’s going on squirt? Hmm? Why’re you crying?” he said as he stroked the side of my face. See I had known Joey ever since we were 5 years old. Our moms were best friends in college and when my mom moved us across to a new house, she finally reunited with her best friend and it was only fitting that I got along with the Mazzello children.

As Joe became a famed child actor, I got interested in some of the behind the scenes stuff like makeup and hair. So by the time I graduated college, I got involved in some movie roles doing hair and makeup and that’s where I reunited with Joey in set of Wooly boys as an assistant makeup artist at the time.

We rekindled our lost times and he’s been like the ‘twin’ brother I’ve ever had (technically I was born the day after he was but we say screw the facts we’re twins in diapers).

After getting more experience I reunited with Joey being his main makeup artist for his role as Eugene Sledge in “The Pacific” and that’s where I had met the love of my life, Rami Malek. From day one Joey had shipped us together and played matchmaker for us. Then finally by the end of filming, Rami and I started going steady until finally we made it official.

So with my two boys at my side I could never go wrong. At least until today.

“Promise me you won’t get mad.”

“That depends. Did someone say something to you? Cause if they did then I swear to god I’ll……”

“No, no Joey nobody said anything. It’s…..” I trailed off.

“Hey, you know you can tell me anything, right?” I nodded as he wrapped an arm around me. “So c’mon baby twin. Tell me why you’re crying? If you don’t I’m gonna bring out the tickle monster.”

“Okay, okay I’ll talk just please. Don’t bring that out. We’re in our 30’s Joey why must you resort to childish ways when you don’t get your way?”

“Uhh have you not been with me since our diaper years? Did you just meet me? Just because we’re in our 30’s doesn’t mean we have to stop pretending to be an adult. I mean is there an age limit to when I have to behave an adult?”

I rolled my eyes at him and he grinned at me playfully nudging me with his shoulder.

“So c’mon out with it babe.”

“It’s…..better if you just look in the bathroom.”

“Why the bathroom?”

“Please Joey just….look on the counter and you’ll see.” He stood up and went to the bathroom. It was probably three seconds I heard the thundering of his feet racing back towards me.

His eyes were full blown wide and he was gaped in shock.

“You—you’re…..are you?”

“Yes.”

“Please tell me it’s Rami’s.”

“Of course it is dipshit who else have I been sleeping with for the past 10 years?”

“Okay, okay no need to get your pregnant hormones in a twist miss feisty pants.” He knelt back down in front of me and he continued, “But congrats I’m so happy for you two.” He hugged me and that’s when I said.

“But we can’t have it now.”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean—Rami doesn’t deserve to have the stress of dealing with me being pregnant and dealing with the next two of the biggest award shows to come. You guys got the Golden globes in three days and then the Oscars in a few weeks. Rami’s already under a lot of stress as it is. Adding a baby into the mix it—I’m worried he won’t be able to take it. And our relationship will be over.”

“Hey, you listen to me sis alright. Rami loves you to pieces. He’s never wanted anything more than your approval and love. If he were to ever turn you away just because of this—then Gwil, Ben and I will freely beat the fucking shit out of him. And you know they’ll back me up.”

“Yeah cause you guys have got the weird love triangle going on.”

“It’s not my fault they both want me.” He teased. I scowled at him and he raised his hands up in defeat once more as he said, “Sorry, sorry getting off track. What I’m trying to say is that I believe Rami’s gonna still be right there with you. Hell he’s even talked to us on our guy nights out of how much he’s wanted to be a dad and have kids with you.”

“He’s said that?”

“If I’m lying I’m crying out velociraptor.” He gently wiped a tear away from my cheek and he said. “But you gotta talk to him. If word gets out to the press first and he finds out that way, it’ll completely blow this whole thing out of proportion.”

“Oh god I can’t even imagine what that would be like if someone found out and leaked it out to the media before I had told Rami. He’d think I was selling out our private life just for kicks.”

“So how about this; either before or after the Globes you tell him. And I can be your backup in case things get out of hand, which I know they won’t.” I hugged Joe and said as I buried my face into his shoulder.

“Thanks Joey, you’re the best non-blood twin a girl could ask for.”

“We may not be related by blood but I’ll always be there for you baby sister.”

“I was born one day after you.”

“Still makes you the baby out of the two of us.”

Soon enough within three days the Globes finally arrived. I was getting the final preparations of my makeup done when I felt arms wrap around my waist. I smiled and said.

“Hey you.”

“You look beautiful.” Rami said as he leaned his head against mine, his nose pressed to my temple.

“Well you look quite dapper yourself Mr. Malek.” I said as I straightened his tie. He smiled softly and kissed my temple.

“How did I ever get so lucky to have you?” he whispered.

“Believe me, if anyone’s lucky it’s me. Plus you can thank Joe for that.”

“Yeah but let’s not give him the satisfaction.” He teased. I playfully shoved him.

“So, you ready to go?”

“Yeah the car’s already downstairs waiting for us.” I grabbed my satchel bag and he held out his arm for me to take. I wrapped my arm through his and we headed towards the elevator and headed outside to the car.

The driver drove us onward to the Beverly Hilton and the second we arrived, there was already an audience, crowds of press and paparazzi, as well as hundreds of other actors, directors, film makers, etc.

“You ready babe?”

“Ready.” I exhaled. The second Rami stepped out, I could already hear the crowd cheering out my boyfriend’s name. He reached inside for my hand and I placed it in his and he helped me out. It was the usual from then on, pose for pictures, go to interviews and then meet up with Joe, Gwil, Ben, Lucy and Alan.

As the night went on the award show began and after a really bad joke said by one of the host’s about Freddie to which I lowered my head and prayed for forgiveness I began to feel a bit queasy.

So when they just went to commercial, I tried to drink some water but the urge to just vomit was too much.

“(Y/n)? Baby you okay?”

“I’ll be right back Rami.” I then raced as fast as I could towards the nearest restroom, I didn’t even care about shutting the door, I just collapsed to the ground and dove right over the toilet and puked as much as I could. “Oh god!” I groaned.

I spat a couple times before shakily getting back onto my feet. I flushed all that I had eaten down the drain and headed over to the sink. I rinsed my mouth out and cleaned my face up a bit. Taking a couple of deep breaths trying to calm myself down and that’s when I heard a knock and a voice I did not expect to hear.

“(Y/n)? Are you okay love?” oh shit it can’t be him. I took one final deep breath and peeked outside to see Brian May.

“Brian what are you—what are you doing here?”

“Well you raced out in such a hurry I got concerned.” See ever since filming, I’ve looked up to Brian as a sort of role model/father figure. See my parents went through a pretty nasty divorce and it really affected me.

Especially when my dad said that he wanted to have his freedom and not have to deal with me anymore. So when I heard my first Queen song, “Someday, one day” and heard Brian’s voice, it was an instant comfort to me.

And when Rami and Joe got involved with the movie and I actually got the chance to meet Brian and Roger, Brian was such a sweet man to me and we just sorta had that father-daughter connection kinda right away. Crazy right? But it happened.

“I’m—I’m fine Brian just…..probably had a sudden attack of the stomach flu I guess. Or probably had some bad soup.” He cupped my face and felt my forehead.

“You don’t seem to be running a fever. Are you sure you’re alright?” I strained out a smile and nodded.

“Yeah.” He looked at me skeptically.

“Okay well….if you’re sure. But if you need to go back to the hotel room, I can take you back.”

“Thanks Bri. I promise I’ll just—stay away from the soup. And thanks for coming to check on me Brian.”

“No problem love.” He said as he gingerly stroked my cheek. I smiled but suddenly felt the urge to puke again.

“Excuse me.” I immediately shut the door and went to the closest toilet and began dry heaving.

“(Y/n)? (Y/n) love are you sure you’re okay?” I spat and felt myself shuddering along the bathroom floor. I then heard the door open and in came Brian. I was about to rant at him telling him this was the ladies room but he cupped both sides of my face and just looked at me. “Alright, you can’t stay here. C’mon I’ll take you back to your hotel.”

“No, no, no. Rami’s award is about to come on. I have to be there for him!” I whined drowsily.

“He’ll understand. Your health is more important than some silly award show. Now come on, up we go.” He helped me stand up but thanks to my heels and wobbly legs, I nearly tripped over. “Here let’s get these things off.” He helped me get them off which decreased my size by 4in. and then we headed outside.

He rung up an uber and also texted Roger to tell Rami that I wasn’t feeling so good. When we piled in the uber, I shuddered suddenly feeling clammy and cold. I felt Brian’s overcoat being placed over me.

“Thank you.” I whispered out in a hoarse voice. He smiled softly and nodded.

When we got to the hotel, he helped me up to my room and got me situated into bed. He placed down some of Rami’s sweatpants and a t-shirt down beside me and he said.

“You can change into those once I leave.” I nodded as he stroked some hair out of my face. All was silent for a brief moment till he suddenly spoke, “So when will you tell him?” immediately I looked at him wide-eyed.

“You—you know?”

“I’ve had three kids in the past, and my ex-wife Chrissie had extremely bad morning sickness, especially when my girls were born. Sometimes she was sick all day.” I sighed. Guess I should’ve known better than to think I could hide this from him.

“I swear if morning sickness is like this I never want to have another kid after this.” He softly chuckled.

“But I’d say congratulations are in order.”

“I wouldn’t say that.” I muttered.

“Joe did mention this to me the other day.”

“He told you!?” I exclaimed.

“I sorta made him tell me. I’ve been noticing something off about you since yesterday. So don’t immediately blame him.” I shook my head as I buried it into my pillow.

“But how am I gonna tell him? Is he ready for such a responsibility? Am I? I don’t think I’m ready to be a mom.”

“Hey, listen to me love. You are ready. You’re smart, caring, beautiful, and have such a kind heart. I mean you’ve already had practice with Joe right?” I snorted out a laugh, remembering all the stories I told of me and Joey growing up together.

“In a way. But I know Joey won’t die if I make a mistake.”

“You’re not going to kill your baby. You already have that maternal instincts about you. I can’t put me finger on it but I just knew from day one that if you and Rami ever made it that far, you’d both make the best parents. Like Deacy and Veronica.”

“You really think so?”

“Absolutely.” He said as he stroked my cheek.

“Why couldn’t you have been my real dad?” he softly laughed and said as he stroked my cheek with his thumb.

“Believe me I wouldn’t mind having another daughter like you. But I’m happy being a surrogate father to you.” He added softly as he kissed my forehead. His hand migrated from my cheek to my hair and with the gentle pets, it made me feel more relaxed. “Want me to turn on the telly to the awards so that you can still see him win?”

I nodded and he graciously turned on the TV and switched it to the golden globes. It was on a commercial break right now and that’s when Brian went up and walked towards the kitchen and I heard the fridge open then shut.

“Here, drink this.” He came back holding a water bottle in his hands.

“I’d feel more happy with a ginger ale.”

“I know you would, but right now you need to get hydrated. Plus sugar drinks are good during morning sicknesses.”

“What if I end up upchucking the water?”

“Then just take little sips.” He held the water out to me and I took it. I unscrewed the cap and gently took a small sip just like Brian suggested and he placed a trashcan by my bedside just in case I did puke so that way I wouldn’t risk running to the bathroom and not making it.

The show came back on and they were just about to announce Best leading actor. I waited with baited-breath as Brian lay beside me as all the actors names were spoken aloud.

“C’mon baby, c’mon.” I muttered.

“And the Golden globe goes to…..” Julianne Moore spoke as she opened up the envelope. “Rami Malek.” At that I was crying tears of joy. Rami stood up and hugged Graham King the producer then Roger and Anita before going up on stage.

“God I wish I was there with him.”

“He knows you’re giving your love and support right now love.” Brian assured me. As Rami gave his speech, I wiped away the tears pouring down my face and I blew a kiss right at him even though I knew he couldn’t see it.

As the night went on, soon coming into the room was Rami with his Golden globe in hand.

“And there he is, first time Golden globe winner.” Brian praised.

“Thanks Brian.” He said as he set it down and the two men of my life hugged each other. When he finally looked towards me, I smiled up at him and I said.

“Congrats baby. You deserved it.”

“Yeah, how you feeling?” he asked me fully concerned as he came and sat down beside me.

“A bit better. Bri’s been taking care of me.” He thanked the rock legend again who merely waved it off modestly.

“It was no trouble. I’ll leave her to you now. It’s getting pretty late and I better head back home. Sleep well you two, and well done again Rami.”

“Thanks Brian, drive safe.” Brian bid us a final farewell before leaving our hotel room. He turned back towards me and he said, “Ready to get out of that dress?”

“Bout damn time too. This thing is so not comfortable to even lay in.” I sat up and he helped unzipped it and slowly removed the strap, but not before sneaking in a few quick yet seductive kisses along my shoulder. I moaned.

“Rami.”

“Alright love, dress first. Fool around later.” I playfully rolled my eyes at him and he helped me out of the dress and grabbed the sweatpants and t-shirt Brian had set down for me. Afterwards he lay down beside me and allowed me to rest my head on his chest.

“All that’s left is the Oscars.”

“You think so?”

“I know so.” I looked up at him and he smiled down at me before capturing my lips with his.

Thank god I had rinsed my mouth out with mouthwash an hour ago, he slowly rolled me onto my back so that he was now hovering over me. His tongue dancing with mine as I felt him tuck his hand underneath my—well his shirt and touch my stomach. My eyes opened up suddenly and I separated from the kiss.

“Rami wait. Wait stop.” His eyes that were once filled with lust, now turned concerned as he said.

“What is it? Are you sick again?”

“No, no but—I……” I trailed off and turned away from him. He lay down in front of me so that I could look at him.

“Hey, whatever it is you can tell me. What’s going on in that big brain of yours?”

“You—you know how I said that I might’ve had food poisoning earlier tonight?” he nodded. “Well I lied…..I’ve….actually known what it was for three days now.”

“What is it? You…..you’re not dying are you?” he choked out the word dying heartbrokenly.

“No, no it’s nothing like that. I…..I’m pregnant.” His face gaped like a fish and his eyes seemed to grow wider.

“Y—you’re…..”

“I understand if you’re not ready. I can just….we can just break it off if you want. I’ll be able to take it.” I began to ramble on until I felt Rami cup my face in his hands and he said.

“Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa baby girl slow down. Who—what made you think I’d ever break up with you because of this?”

“You’re—you’re finally getting the recognition you deserve. All these award shows, the premiere we went to back in London in November. The last season for Mr. Robot and your James Bon role opportunity, I just—feared that with how you’re life is going you—wouldn’t have time for a baby. Or me.”

“(Y/n)…..that is far from the truth. Listen to me; the day I first met you all the way back during The Pacific, I knew from the moment I saw you, you were the one for me. You were the love of my life, and I never wanted to spend it with anyone else. And now you’ve…..” he placed his hand to my stomach and continued, “Now you’ve given me something extra special. A little portion of myself and a big portion from you.”

“I think the baby will look like you more.” I chuckled softly. He softly laughed and said.

“Now, I believe she will be as beautiful as her mother.”

“She?”

“It could happen.” I shook my head at him.

“So you—really want to be a dad?”

“Yeah of course. I love kids. And I want them with you. I know we’re gonna make some mistakes, but I believe we can make it work. We have practiced with Joe before.” I shook my head at him again.

“He’d be so pissed if he finds out we’ve been comparing him to a child.”

“C’mon his literally the definition of man-child.”

“I won’t deny that.” He pulled me close and I felt him kiss my forehead, down my nose giving it a teasing peck before gently kissing me on the lips. “I love you Rami Malek.”

“I love you (y/n) (l/n). Both of you.” He spoke softly as he placed his hand right over my stomach once again.

Baby reveal/proposal:

After all the award shows were over and 4 months had passed, Rami and I were putting the final touches to the baby reveal party that we were hosting at his mom’s place.

We invited the entire cast of BoRhap, and we’d have Brian, Roger and Adam on facetime to be apart of the experience since we wanted to time the reveal for them.

“Everything all set?” I asked.

“Yep, Sami and mom are finishing up the baseball smoke.” Said Rami.

“Great. Joe just texted me he’s on their way from picking up Lucy, Alan, Gwil and Ben at the airport. Should be here in about 40-45min.”

“Good thing I asked Joe to bring in his Yankee jersey.”

“You know if the powder damages his jersey he’ll kill you, right?”

“If he does then I know you’ll give the position of godfather to the other two.” I chuckled and wrapped my arms around him and the two of us kissed. He then as always, knelt down and kissed my stomach and talked to my stomach. “Hello my beautiful princess.”

“How many times do I have to tell you, it’s gonna be a mini-you. A mini-Egyptian prince.”

“No it’ll be a sweet princess just like her mommy. Isn’t that right Cleo?” I rolled my eyes at him and pulled him back up and we kissed each other once again before he wrapped an arm around my waist and we walked off to finish prepping the backyard.

By the time everyone arrived, the party started to get into full swing. I was with Rami about the position of godfather when he looked down at his phone to see that it was time.

“Honey, its time.” I then took out the I-Pad and called up Brian on facetime. While he gathered everyone, I waited for him, Rog and Adam to appear on screen. When it finally answered al three of them appeared on screen.

“Hey there she is!” exclaimed Adam.

“Hey Adam, Rog, Brian. Hope I didn’t catch you three at a bad time.”

“Actually you’re right on time. We just got done with the show in Montreal.” Said Roger.

“Ahh that’s good. Okay so you guys ready?” they nodded. “Okay hey Gwil can you take the I-Pad so that Queen and Adam can see the show?

“Yeah I’ve got you.” He took the I-pad and I stood with Rami at the center of everyone.

“Okay first of all we’d like to say thank you to all who’ve taken the time to come here, and to those who are far away to see this magical moment.” Rami said.

“So the way we’re gonna do this is an alternate way to the football reveal.” I held up the baseball and said, “Joe may you please step forward?”

“You bet I will.” He exclaimed excitedly as Sami handed him a bat.

“Now we’d like for our former athlete Ben to step up.” Said Rami. Ben set his beer down and I handed him the baseball. “Inside this baseball lies the gender reveal for our baby. Ben pitch the ball to Joe.”

“I think I’d be better if Ben Cardy was here. He can pitch a better ball than this guy.” Joe teased.

“Haha very funny Joe.” Ben sassed. Rami and I stepped back and Ben and Joe stepped forward. Joe was already in pitcher position with the bat ready. If I didn’t know any better I’d say he was channeling his inner Pat Murray.

“Just don’t strike out Joey otherwise this’ll be a waste of time.” I teased him.

“Shut it baby twin!” Joey exclaimed. Ben tossed the ball up and down a few times before finally making the pitch. Joey then hit the ball with the bat and soon exploding was blue smoke.

“IT’S A BOY!!!” I exclaimed which made everyone cheer. Rami hugged his mom and brother while I hugged his mom and sister. Joe who was covered in blue smoke at this point, took off his Yankees hat and tried to pat the powder away.

“Rami owes me a new jersey.”

“I’ll get you one for your birthday. Thanks for helping us out Joey.”

“Anytime sis. And congrats on the little guy in there.” He said placing his hands on my stomach. “Hope you know this means I’m teaching him everything I know about baseball and taking him to every Yankees game.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less, especially since you’re the official godfather.” He looked at my flabbergasted.

“Are—you serious?”

“Yeah I mean—we’ve known each other since we were in diapers, who better to take care of my son than you. Maybe he can help you grow up too.” He suddenly hugged me tightly and spun me around.

“Hey Joe might wanna set my love down before you put her in a very early premature birth.” We heard Rami say. He set me down and began apologizing profusely but I waved it off telling him it was alright. “I also have another announcement to make.” Rami proclaimed.

At this rate I was confused. I turned to Joe who was merely grinning at me and gently pushed me towards Rami. He came up to me and took my hand and he said.

“(Y/n); it—it feels like an eternity ago when the two of us first met. But I—I knew from the moment I first met you, that I wanted no one else. You’ve stuck by me through thick and thin, and you’re the love of my life.” He then got down on one knee and took out from his pocket a black velvet ring box.

I covered my mouth as he opened up the box to reveal a beautiful large diamond engagement ring.

“Rami…..” he looked at me expectantly. I felt tears form in my eyes and I couldn’t help but say Lucy’s quote from the movie from when Freddie had proposed to Mary. “Which finger do I put this on?” he chuckled softly.

“Wedding finger. Will you marry me?” I nodded. He shuddered but then gestured for me to verbally say it much like he did in the movie.

“Yes!” He smiled and stood up and captured my lips with his as our friends and family cheered. After we separated, Rami teased.

“Are you going to leave it in the box?” I giggled and took it out and placed it on my left ring finger.

“Oh Rami it’s beautiful. I love it.” He took my hand and cupped his fingers around the ring as he said.

“Promise me you won’t take it off.”

“I promise.”

“No matter what.”

“I love you Rami, you’re going to do such great things.”

“We’re going to do great things. Starting with this little guy in five months.”

“So do I get bragging rights for being right?”

“Yes, I’ll gladly take the heat. Little traitor.” He muttered the last part towards my stomach. I playfully shoved him and that’s when Gwil came up with the I-pad.

“Alright girl let me get a close up look of that ring!” Adam proclaimed. I giggled and showed my hand up to the screen. “Ohh yas girl you’ve got a rock! Perfect fitting for a queen such as yourself.”

“Thanks Adam. And thank you guys for be a part of this.” I said.

“You both deserve it. Congrats on the baby and keep us updated.” Brian said to me.

“I will.”

“And Rami, you better look after this girl for me. As her surrogate father I have the right to beat your arse if you fuck this up.”

“Brian!” I yelled at him embarrassedly. Rami chuckled and said.

“No worries Brian. I’ve taken care of this girl for over 11 years, I wouldn’t dream of letting her go this time around.”

“You better, because Bri won’t be the only one ready to beat someone if things blow up to hell.” Said Roger.

“Make that three.” Stated Adam.

“Oh my god you three are awful!” I exclaimed which caused all of them to laugh softly. “Okay we’ll let you three go. We’ll see you all when you’re come to Madison Square Garden.”

“Sounds good to us love, I’ll make sure to send you some backstage passes.”

“Thanks Bri.” I blew them a kiss. “Bye guys, see you in 2 months.”

“See you then love.” They waved bye to me and I hung up on facetime. Rami and I smiled lovingly at each other and he leaned his forehead against mine.

“I love you so much. Both of you.”

“I love you too Rami. And our little guy loves you too. I bet he can’t wait to meet you.”

“I can’t wait to meet him either.”

The birth:

I was watching from behind the camera as Rami was reading “The Empty pot” as part of the Storyline online. Seeing him read this story, that was close to him when he was a child, made me think of all the future stories that he would tell our little boy in just three weeks’ time.

I smiled as I felt a gently kick to my lower abdomen. As he continued to read on, I got so many visions of seeing Rami read to our son every night before bedtime. He just had that warm voice that fit the perfect storyteller.

By the end of it all, he came up to me and we gently kissed each other.

“Did our little man enjoy story time?” he asked me as he placed his hands on my stomach. At his statement he felt a kick, we both chuckled and I said.

“He wouldn’t stop kicking throughout the entire time his daddy was reading the story.”

“Well I’ll read a thousand stories if it’ll keep him happy.” I smiled and kissed his cheek and nuzzled against his shoulder.

That night as I was getting ready for bed in the bathroom. Removing my makeup and brushing my teeth, plus make one final trip to the toilet before finally settling down for the night. Rami already lying on his side of the bed, just stared at me as I opened the bathroom door.

“What?”

“How beautiful you are.” He praised. I smiled at him and walked over to the bed and he immediately sat up and gently wrapped his arm protectively around my stomach. “I love you both so much.”

“We love you too.” I felt him kiss my temple, down to my cheek, quickly pecked my shoulder before finally placing a kiss to my stomach. He then nuzzled his head at the junction where my neck met my shoulder and soon the two of us fell asleep.

As the night went on, I began feeling this sudden surge of pain plus a wetness between my legs. At first I thought I might’ve had an accident but when I became ware of the sudden pain that hit me like a hammer to the head, I groaned.

“Rami……Rami wake up!” he groaned but sat up and he said.

“What is it?”

“I—I think my water just broke.” He quickly turned on the lights and he said.

“Are-are-are-are you sure?” I then let out a scream of agony and said.

“Oh yeah definitely contractions! Oh god AHHHHH!!!!”

“Okay, okay relax calm down okay. I’ll go get the bag and I’ll get us to the hospital. Just do your breathing exercises that we learned okay?” He helped me up and I began to breathe while he quickly put on a shirt and some sweats as well as grabbing the bag from the closet. “Aren’t you glad I convinced you to pack a bag early?”

“Not the time Rami!” I snapped.

“Right, right sorry. Come on love it’ll be okay.” We went out to the car and Rami drove us straight to the hospital while he got in touch with his mom as well as Joe.

After what felt like hours of pure torture, we finally arrived at the hospital and thankfully Joe was already there to help out.

“How you doing?” he asked me. I glared at him and he said. “Right bad question.”

“Mrs. (Y/n) Malek?” a nurse came in.

“We’re here.”

“Okay well you weren’t supposed to be in till another three weeks.”

“Well the baby decided on now. And I’m pretty sure he gets to choose!” I growled out.

“Okay well we have our private delivery room all set up and arranged, we can take you there now.” Another nurse came in with a wheelchair and both Joe and Rami helped me into the chair and I was wheeled out.

God never did I have to go through anything so agonizing. I don’t know who the fuck to blame for women suffering during labor but whoever it is, damn you bitch to hell and back. I even demanded that Rami never seduce me into having sex ever again after this. But in the end it all payed off.

For after 10hrs of labor, in my arms I now held my son. Our son.

Rami and I were in the recovery room just looking down at our precious 7lb. 12 oz. 22in long baby boy.

“I can’t believe he’s finally here.”

“I know. I told you, resembled his father to a T. Our little prince.”

“But we—never got to pick out a name.”

“Actually I did, during the Oscars. There was only one name that I wanted to name our son if we ended up having a boy, to which we did.”

“What is it?” I looked up at him and I said.

“How do you feel about Freddie Mercury Malek?” he was stunned. He looked down at our boy before looking back up to me.

“That’s perfect. I—I think he would’ve loved that.”

“I believe so too. I wish we could’ve gotten the chance to meet him face to face.”

“You and me both my love.” We then heard a knock at the door and that’s when Joe peeked in.

“Hey hope this isn’t a bad time but, the guys want to facetime us.” Rami gestured for him to come in and that’s when Joe answered his phone and I heard Gwil and Ben’s voice saying hello.

“Joe told us you had gone into labor (n/n), how you doing?” asked Gwil.

“Exhausted but I’ll be better soon. Hope we didn’t interrupt you guys at a bad time.”

“Not at all (y/n), we were just having a little vacation together.” Ben said.

“To which by the way I am not jealous of you two right now.” Joe pointed out.

“Sure.” Dragged out Ben.

“Whatever helps you sleep at night Joe.” Mocked Gwil. I rolled my eyes playfully at them. God those three and their bizarre love triangle.

“Alright you three, no arguing in front of the baby.” Rami lectured.

“Yes Joe show us our little nephew.” Gwilym stated. He then adjusted his phone so that the rest of the “band” could see the newest addition of the family.

“Aww my god!” cooed Ben.

“Ohh he’s so beautiful.” Awed Gwil.

“Have you guys picked a name yet?” asked Joey.

“Well this lovely lady has had a name at the ready since the beginning.” Rami said, “Guys, we’d like you to meet our son. Freddie Mercury Malek.” At hearing our son’s name, the guys went quiet for a moment.

“It suits him.” Ben finally spoke after the long silence.

“I agree, hello little Freddie.” Gwil added.

“The perfect name fitting the perfect newborn.” Said Joe.

“Well we’ll leave you to rest. Congrats mate, you too (y/n). Get some well deserve rest.” Gwil told me.

“Will do, thanks for checking up on me guys.”

“Hey you’re engaged to Rami and you’ve dealt with Joe your whole life. That makes you apart of the band as anyone else.” Said Ben. We waved goodbye and when Joe placed his phone back in his jacket he kissed the top of my head.

“I’ll go see get your mom and sister. Let them know their grandson/nephew has finally entered the world.”

“Hey Joey before you leave, can you grab me my phone it should be in the bag.”

“Sure thing.” He took my phone out of the bag and he handed me my phone. As I opened my contacts, he and Rami gave each other a brotherly hug and he stroked my son’s head before placing a gentle kiss on top of his godson’s head. “I can’t wait till you’re big enough to catch a baseball champ. You’ll be just like your god papa Joey in no time.”

“So by that you mean totally sucks at pitching and can’t quite throw properly under pressure?” I teased. He looked up at me with that bitch face of his.

“You are so lucky you just gave birth otherwise you’d be dead right now.” I stuck my tongue at him playfully and he went ahead and walked out.

“So who are you calling?”

“It’s a long shot but I’m gonna see if I can reach him.” I pressed facetime under Brian’s name. Rami took our son while I held my phone as it showed my picture. It rang for what felt like forever till finally I got an answer from the man himself.

“Hey love.”

“Hey sorry did I wake you up?”

“Just about to fall asleep after performing in Japan.”

“Oh god I’m sorry Brian I can call back later.”

“No, no it’s fine. Is everything okay?”

“Well I just wanted you to meet someone.” I then pointed my phone at Rami and hit the switch button and as soon as he saw him holding our baby, he gasped.

“Oh my god—you….you had the baby already?”

“Yeah.”

“10 hours in labor later and this gorgeous boy has finally entered the world.” Rami said.

“You’re right he is mighty handsome. But I can see that it looks like he had his mum’s nose.” I chuckled softly and I said.

“His name is Freddie Mercury Malek.” I switched the phone back towards me and after a moment of silence he answered.

“God what Fred would’ve said. He’d be floored about this, but definitely in the positive way.” I smiled at him. “My congratulations to you both, how you feeling love?”

“Tired, a bit achy but I’m just happy to have my son here at last.”

“I tell you there’s nothing greater than getting the chance to hold your baby for the first time. Treasure it while it lasts, both of you. Because before you know it they’ll be grown up and running their own company.”

“We will Brian.” Said Rami.

“I’ll let you get back to sleep, again sorry to wake you up so late.”

“Don’t worry about it. This was a good thing to be woken up too. Take care of yourselves and that boy of yours.” We smiled and bid Brian goodbye and he waved goodbye to us. I set my phone down and Rami handed me our little Freddie.

“You know, this whole year has been crazy. Since the movie I’ve won practically every award for best actor for Freddie Mercury. But you—you’ve given me the greatest prize of all. Not only your answer of starting the next step in our relationship, but our child as well. Thank you for being and giving me my greatest award ever (y/n).”

“I could say the same to you Rami.” We kissed each other and just admired our child, born out of pure love and named after the most beloved man of all time.

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chromium7sky · 6 years ago

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Damirae week day 1: Amnesia| You got me (crazy)

He was devastated.

It was only 1 month before his wedding with Raven but things doesn't go as they plan, his fíancee where having her ultimate showdown battle with her father, he almost lost her. Lost in time and space.

She's trapped in forgotten dimension, and thank god he has done some research to get her back with the help of other superheroes including John Constantine but....

Something went wrong. When he retrieve her back, the time and space travel were having difficulties due to the interference of her brothers who are still alive. Raven, who is now inherit her father's crown and title as Queen of the Under Realm used almost all of her power to prevent the assault but whiplash happens when the power hit the barrier of time tunnel and almost hit Damian. Raven quickly shield him by wrapping her arm around her fíance and whisper to him that she loves him.

The shock from that whiplash made them stumbled and landed at the timeline just after Damian departure to fetch Raven from the ruin of Azarath.

The rest of the heroes who just watch him departure now puzzling as he comeback like it was a short distance walk journey. As Damian regain his senses, he quickly ask for medical team to take care of Raven who are now limping in his arm as she was heavily injured by the blow of her own power.

"I know Raven could heal herself in a miracle way but this damage on her head causing concussion, perhaps it may lead to memory loss. Let us hope that it wasn't a big blow. " said Cyborg as he analyze the Mistress of Magic at the sick bay.

Damian Wayne who is now disgruntled with a twist felt in his stomach by the memory of seeing Raven being hit by the whiplash played over and over inside his head although they already in their safe haven. When Cyborg said hoping it wasn't a big blow, he mentally frown. It is a BIG one.

Its been three days she's in coma, he patiently waited by her side though, sometimes Bruce and his other Bat fam come and asked Damian to come home to get some rest and filling his stomach with some food. As he watch his fíanceè who is now unconcious on a clean white bed with bottle of IV punctured in her arms and the beeping sound of pulse monitor counting her pulse rate as well as her blood pressure, the sight itself has killed his appetite somehow, there is a long sofa nearby, so he decided to rest his tired shamrock eyes with a power nap.

Damian drifted to sleep eventually, Dick silently put a wooly nightwing-ish design blanket on his brother for comfort, thus, he and Kory took their turn to keep their eyes on Raven.

******** Damian's dream were unpleasant which he end up awake with heavy sweats and panting and he thought, perhaps, it was the effect from the time and space travel. As he looked at Raven's bed, her face seems peacefully sleep despite all the beeping sound, machine were made.

Slowly he approach the bed and and sit on the chair has been recently placed there, perhaps either by Dick or Kory. He rest his arm and his head at the edge of the bed while his finger tracing her palm and slowly wrap around her finger, then kiss her knuckle.

He sighed as he stared at her that shown tranquility and peace. Seems like the sleepiness hasn't deserted him yet leading to few noded then he slowly land his head in the palm of unconcious Raven.

In a sudden, something awoken him. A twitch. He open his eyes as he seen her hands. Yes, more responds!

He grab it with both of his hands discreetly and placed on his cheek as he observed her eyelashes begun to fluttered. His heart almost jumped as he seen her eyes opened. With all the hope and excitement, he take his breath and about to say something until...

"Who are you? And why are you hold my hand? "

*******

It's been months.

Raven now hang out at the justice hall after she's awaken is a good sign but the only thing that bothers him, she... Doesn't remember about their relationship and their engagement.

She knew him, the 'Damian Wayne' for his infamous brat attitude but what she didn't know that, both of them were suppose to be married two months ago and damn, he's a mess.

Sometimes she caught him staring at her while shes reading at the library, sometimes when she walk in the garden.

Did they strike a conversation? Well, he tried but something kept holding him back like his father emergency meeting in Gotham, Jon's calling from space mission. An ordinary person might throw their tantrum about it but Damian Wayne accept that now its not their time to have a deeper conversation. Yet.

******

She felt peaceful as she taking a stroll at the garden. The flowers, trees, grass, all of them seems like in heavenly. She remember something new today. A showdown. Something like that. She's fighting with something big.

It does ignite her magic and alter her appearance into the damn Queen of Darkness. She still wonder, how did she end up on earth if she's already seal the dimension for good? She sighed and took a few step ahead and there, she saw him. A guy with complex aura surrounding him. Some of them are dark, some are sad, and the rest are bittersweet.

She's been wondering why she always bumped into him. Is he stalking her? Could it be, since he's the son of Batman. Maybe it's in their blood, she mentally chuckled.

"Hey, you! "

He look at her then slightly sneered. "I have a name."

"Uh, Sorry, Mr. Damian Wayne. "

"It doesn't have to be THAT formal. "

Raven accidentally let out her snort. Quickly, she cover her mouth. She'd be damned if he heard... What? Is that a smile?

Before she's about to say, his face change to his usual sour expression within nano second. "State your business then. " his stern voiced heard after a long silence.

"Oh uh... " she caught off guard.

"Well, nothing. Just wondering..." then her eyes caught up with a book he was holding that has pencil scribbled, more like doodling. "What are you doing?" she casually walk to him, invading his personal space.

She could feel the intensity of his eyes as he gaze at her then shifted to the tree view. "Some research. " he blurted out automatically.

"Oh? " She was curious though. Everytime when she meet him, it feels like her body drawn to him like almost wanted to embrace every single of his being. She quickly discarded the thought. 'Damn twilight,' she cursed under her breath for reading cheesy supernatural novel.

"You seems tense?" Damian close the book and tidy up his tools.

"I don't know. I kind of trying to put up some missing puzzle of my memory. " Raven rubbed her chin as she stared blankly at Damian's shirt. Unintentionally.

Damian, uncomfortable of being stared, cleared his throat that made Raven jumped abit from her short daydream.

"You need help?" Damian, volunteer himself.

"You want to help me? " Raven in disbelief as the Son of Batman offered himself. This is rare.

"I could help to sketch out by the description, who knows, it might help you remember something," said the dark hair man as he casually dust off his pant and shirt.

"Well... Let's go! " Raven, unconciously take his hand. She realise with sudden unusual movement as her eyes went wide just a second and slowly let go of him. "I'm sorry. I... Don't know what is happening. But it seems we kinda really close before I've lost my memory," she tried to laugh. Trying to make it less awkward.

When she saw his face, She saw something in his eyes; a melancholic, sad, and heavy gaze, of wanting to be acceptance.

"Perhaps. "

He turn his back on her, "Follow me."

Raven, bit her lips to keep her from being nervous, followed him as they making their way to Damian's specialize facility. A laboratory.

When both of them enter the building, everything seems familiar to her. All the passage, the door, the interior design; It feels like home. Damian put his sketch tool on work bench nearby the super computer and pulled out the chair and offer Raven to sit.

"I'm just gonna go fresh up abit, then we'll start the session. "

"Got it."

"And... " Damian paused as he tried to remember something.

"Don't touch anything on that table. " he point out an area where it filled with microscope and some are advance machinery. Is that a laser?

"I am not a child, Damian Wayne. " Raven pouted.

"Then act like an adult. " Damian huffed and disappear into his room.

"Jerk." as the young lady fold her hand and sit on the chair quietly.

***** Its been 20 minutes, she looks at the clock then at the room where Damian disappear. She's rocking her chair back and forth while her eyes roaming everywhere.

Suddenly, she saw the sketch book on the table where Damian left earlier. The dark color seems intriguing for her to open its content. To reveal the mystery.

'I hate being curious cat but.... Why not take a little peek? ' her heart begging her to see. Raven take a deep breath then slowly she lean on the table to take a closer look on Damian's sketch book.

Slowly she open those black leather cover, and she almost fell off from her chair! The first drawing who greet her is her own potrait. Realistic and detail drawing of her face.

Her heart is pounding fast. 'What did I do to this guy? ' then she open up the next page. There were several person she could recognise like Dick, Kory, Mari, some old man, his other brothers and Bruce.

When she flip for more she saw her again, this time she was hanging out with a creature, a fluffy beast with batwing and ring on his nose.

As she flip, she saw her, sketches of her in simple line, sometimes in complex mesh and shade. Different expression, even with dialogue. 'Did i ever said some of these line? ' as she read it because some of them are cheesy and romantic.

After almost all pages, her shaky hands close the book. 'Who is this guy to me? ' Raven feeling confused and nervous and her eyes looked at his door. This time, she need to see inside for some answers.

She trust her instinct as she walked to his door. She gently knock but... No answer. Her hand slowly twisted the door knob and open the door.

She actually went into Damian Wayne's room. This is crazy, and her body made its own decision as if she's done it thousands time. She'll definitely in big trouble.

******** She's in his room. HIS ROOM!! Carefully she walking around, she saw a potrait of her hanging on the wall opposite to his bed. It was really her, in precise color. She felt her heart jump a little. "I don't think we're bestfriend. This is much more.... " her whisper trailed off as she mesmerized with his work.

"Are kidding me? What are you doing in my room?!"

Raven wince when she heard it.

"Look, I'm sorry. I know i'm kinda bit annoying but your work did took my breaaaaaAAAAA!!!! "she quickly close her eyes.

Oh, dear. Damian is in towel stood in front of her as he just come out from his shower. Ah, no wonder he took a long time.

"What part you don't understand about..."

"Well, I didn't touch anything on that table. " Raven defend herself as she keep her eyes closed.

She could heard him sighed. "I did say 'act like an adult.'"

"Well, Damian Wayne. Try to elaborate what act like adult means!" Raven then turn around from looking at him.

"Like talk to me like a person. Not like a GODDAMN idiot who didn't look at me."

"I am not an idiot! " as she's annoyed as she facing him.

"Good. "

However, she tried not to focus on him, his wet hair, those intense green eyes and his uncovered torso. Damn...

Damian crossed his arm. Amnesia or not, she has violated his personal space, not that Damian would care but still!

"I have so many question to ask. " Raven almost whispers. "About the picture, the sketch, this familiar building. I... " she rub her arm as she try to sort out her mixture feeling. Embarassed, confused, happy, excited. What's with all of this whenever she's with him?

Damian arched his brow as he listen attentively. Tt, Of course she has seen his sketches.

"I feel... Happy whenever i see you. I feel like i want to hug you, some sort... Ugh this is sound insane." she closed her face with her palm. Damian definitely gonna call her pervert especially in this situation.

Damian slightly amused, it was like listening to her first confession 8 years ago. Slowly he sit on his chair nearby.

"Why don't you take a seat? " Damian point out the chair in front of him.

"Uh... " Raven still feel nervous about it. Damian, in his towel. Sitting on that chair with arm and leg crossed.

"I won't bite."

She sneered then sighed as she landed on the leathered chair. "This chair is making me nervous. As i was saying..." she put her hands on her chest.

"I don't think you and I were bestfriend, Mr. Wayne. I think its likely more than that. "

Did she Friendzone me? Damian's mind irritated by her statement. How dare she -

"I was so wrong about this, this miscomunication. Maybe I've interpreted it wrong. Maybe I didn't trust my intuition enough. I..I should have trust it but I'm afraid seeing you in sour expression and your cold atittude, i'm afraid that i might only have one-side feeling. "

Yep. Definitely like the first confession, he mentally noted.

"Have you ever heard about don't judge a book by its cover? " Damian leaned on his desk as he close up to her. Seeing her red wine eyes sparkles against the light in his room. Her soft lavender color hair. Her red ruby lip which he missed so much.

"Yeah, i know. But still, who am I to you?" as she dared to look into his shamrock green eyes. Hoping to find the answers.

"I'm afraid I can't answer that, Miss Roth." Damian still exhibit his seriousness. Raven hold up her emotion because something inside her like about to burst open and hell, she felt like she wants to give that jerk a thousand kiss on his face.

"But..."

"Uh?" Raven jumped a bit as Damian held his hand to her.

"You're an empath, right? I want you to feel it." She could feel heavy emotion behind his gaze. Slowly she reached out her hand towards him.

Damian, grab her hand and begun to exhaled.

Raven were drowning.

Drowning with his emotion. Those heavy burden, sadness, bitter and anger hit her like waterfall! After the intense wave, she suddenly felt butterfly in her stomach. This is so warm. This center feeling.

It feels like she wraping herself in a blanket on the cold night, comforting and safe.

When she open her eyes she saw his vulnerable expression. She never seen him in that face before. A longing.

Then, she realise the scar that marked horizontally on his stomach. She touched it, unintentionally. "Home..."

"Home? " Damian almost lose out his emotion in his voice.

"Home is when you go there... " Raven remember the line.

"They have to take you in." Damian continue the quote from his favourite poet.

"This scars... I remember Hell, the titans, YOU. " as she squeeze out her memory.

"I was suppose to stay there, to watch my father but why I'm... " Raven bit her lips. "Why? Why i'm here, Damian? I had to seal the dimension so that they could not harm the other dimension. " her tears start to blooming. "That is not your home. You deserve more than that hellish place, Raven. " Damian took his courage as he caressed her cheek, wiped out the tears.

"You doesn't seem content with the place. That is not your home. " both of his hand now on both of her cheek while he gaze into her eyes.

"Sometimes Home has a heartbeat, two arms and a soul. " he smiled. "It doesn't have to be a place. " he added.

"I... I.. " Raven getting choked up.

Tears start to rolled on her cheeks and without any hesitate, Damian give her a kiss. Long and still.

She felt everything connected, her memories, his emotion. Eureka!

Things in his room starts to float like its in zero gravity due to the intense emotion she felt. The bliss that makes her wants to reach for the stars.

Both of them withdrawn each other and placing their forehead together, savouring it. "I remember. " she whispers and yet she still cried.

Damian chuckled as he tug her hair behind her ears. He looked at her beneath his long lashes which made her heart fluttered.

"I am home with you. " she repeat her words during their depature from ruin of Azarath before their time travel goes wrong.

"All you need is a kiss to remember? " she can hear his giggle in his words. "A true love kiss. " as he peck her cheek.

"Since when Damian Wayne being cheesy romantic? " she teased him.

"Just come here. " as his arm wide open waiting for her. "I miss you. "

Raven scoffed then gloomped at the young man. "I'm home," she whisper as she bury her face at his collar, inhaled his freshly after shower scent, imprinting in her memory.

"Welcome back. " Damian wrap his arm on her body, it feels perfect. How he miss her so much! He give a kiss and landed his cheek on her hair.

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saint-patrice · 6 years ago

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Tbh I would like to have the 34 *other* Bergy pics on your shortlist, complete with commentary lolol. And then (if you’re still waiting that is) any other Marchy pics with commentary? xD xD

oh my godddd you are my favourite person anon - ask and ye shall receive 😎 i should maybe warn that while this doesn’t have actual nsfw content you probably wouldn’t want to read this to your kids as a bedtime story. anyway, here we go:

this was very close to making the original list. i like the soft lighting and the kind of floofy hair, yet he still looks like he could absolutely fuck me up (both like in a fight and various other ways). this photo gets me thinking some thoughts ™ if i am being honest

a literal saint and god amongst men right here. his brown eyes are so soft and his little smile puts me at ease. this is a man who would treat me right (fact). this photo is also from quite deep into the playoffs so the beard is going a little wild, and whilst i’m glad it isn’t like this all of the time, i very much appreciate it when it’s around.

O CAP’N MY CAP’N (sorry zee). nah for real this exudes some real sexy alternate energy. if i were on the opposing team and i saw this formidable man just skating around looking like that i think i’d just go back down the tunnel and hide in the locker room. this man will fucking kneecap you for the sake of a goal if that’s what it takes. and then i remember that it’s patrice and he’s the nicest man alive and he would literally never, but that’s still the energy this image has. and i ain’t saying i don’t like it.

okay this is just cute. they look like 2 dads who aren’t entirely sure how to take a selfie but are willing to try. the outfits lend this a slightly chaotic energy - i can’t commend zee’s colour combo if i’m honest, and when juxtaposed with the plaid shirt it kind of hurts my head. but it adds to the dad energy so i still love it. also this is from chara’s ig and the caption is super sweet.

DADS WITH THEIR KIDS ALWAYS GETS ME. i don’t even want kids, nor do i particularly like them, but seeing a man with his child is the cutest thing in the world and this, predictably, is no exception. patrice’s son 100% has his eyes which is really cute. speaking of patrice’s eyes, he may be smiling here but if you look into his eyes all you will see is fear - that child does not appear too bothered about remaining upright on the ice, and i suspect thay bergy is concerned about this. it would be criminal for me to not comment on the jeans. bergy has some exceptional thighs as these jeans do an excellent job of highlighting that.

this is Hot, and i’m not accepting criticism on that opinion. the crisp white shirt w no jacket or tie, and the top buttons undone???? i need a lie down. the hands are also making a nice appearance which i can always appreciate. basically what i’m saying is that i’m jealous of that snake this is an excellent photo and i owe the bruins instagram person a drink for posting it.

do you remember when i said bergy had marvellous thighs? well take a fucking sip babes - they’re like tree trunks carved out of carrara marble. if i have to die i want it to be because they crushed my skull. this is also one of the clearest photos i’ve seen of his tattoo, so it has that going for it too ( sidenote if anyone has an image with literally a pixel of his tattoo pls send it my way, i’m getting desperate at this point). i also think men in jewellery is a good look so i’m digging his beaded bracelets and silver chain. fantastic picture all round.

yeah okay there’s no escaping that the main reason this one made the list is 🍑. it’s exquisite. those pants also do a great job on the thighs too. the hair, socked feet (no i dont have a fetish i just think ppl in their socks with no shoes is kind of funny), and hands get an honourable mention

is this the only picture that has ever mattered? i’d believe it. patrice just lovingly gazing down at his son giving his hockey husband a handshake? you just can’t beat it. i have also been emotionally ruined by that tiny #37 jersey oh my

in the interest of being polite, i will describe this look as rugged. he has probably objectively looked better but i just like this photo and awful lot.

i don’t think i can give any commentary on this without saying something genuinely not suitable for public eyes. the 2 things i will say are: the only thing keeping me going completely feral horny looking at this is those pants,, if they were black or navy i’d be dead; and patrice i am begging you to do up a few more buttons on your shirt or remove it completely or i’m not going to live much longer.

oh man i just love this??? i can’t even explain why. the lack of much beard and the expression in his eyes just makes him look massively soft - i would give him a kiss on the nose and a cuddle in this photo

(gif via @gaudreau) i am slightly loathe to admit this bc it sounds weird but cuts and bruises can sometimes be a real look so this checks that box for me. his smile when he talks truly is one of the finer things in life too. also the lil shrug. i love you mr pikachu

a** fantastic **angle. this is just prime beautiful bergy. excellent level of beard imo, the lighting shows off his v nice bone structure, and the nose is looking fab as always. weird observation of the day is that his neck looks nice in this

i mean obviously this had to go in - lord knows it’s fucking iconic. i have so many questions about how this situation came to be (aside from the fact that alcohol was involved. did brad initiate it? or patrice? why are they spinning? what the fuck? how the fuck? why was i not invited?) but anyway, this photo increased my thirst for a shirtless bergy photo at least two-hundredfold. at this point it’s a need not a want. i don’t think i can continue to comment on this without straying into nsfw territory so we’ll leave it at that. oh the things i would do

classic humble patrice making an appearance here, reminding us that he is not only the most handsome bastard to ever walk planet earth, but he’s a great guy too. just can’t hate him. and boy is he handsome in this gif. excellent stubble (im really invested in his facial hair if you hadn’t noticed), and the smile that could melt even my cold heart on display here. also bonus points for the previously mentioned thing about cuts/bruises. (sorry). i love this one

in contrast to some of the prior ones, this picture is so cute that i can make nothing but pg comments about it. this is exactly the same face we all make when someone points a camera at us and says “cheese!” and i love that. the man looks good in white. good, wholesome content right here.

(gif via @weekendatbergysblog) okay the baby is cute but the fucking headband is what gets me in this. i’m able to make no further comment because this short circuits my brain.

(gif via @davidpastrnut)when i first saw this gif i had to go find the source video because i didn’t believe he actually said that but i’m here to tell you: he did. i love these hockey husbands so much. also i saw this tagged as “# hot waiter” one time and i still haven’t got over how accurate that is. someone more talented than me, i’m begging you for that fucking au

(gif via @gaudreau) can patrice please stop looking up ??? it’s unfair that someone can look so good just looking in a direction what the fucK. he’s so stunning.

i love this one. brad pulling his hoodie down like that looks like he’s... soliciting and honestly who could blame him. bergy looks very cute, if a bit edgy in the all black. the hand is a treat in this one hooooooooooooooooo yes

this one show’s off patrice’s dark features very well. it’s amazing how he has such dark hair, dark eyes, big dark eyebrows, and dark facial hair, yet it doesn’t overcrowd or shadow his face ( except occasionally in awful lighting) ??? does anyone actually know how that works?? he’s looking very pensive here, and that hoodie looks oh-so-cosy. absolutely would cuddle.

**how cute is this y’all. **in case you thought you were just missing something, no, patrice is not sitting on a chair. he’s just maintaining that deep squat like a champ. maybe that’s the secret to his sublime thighs... the navy/deep red is an excellent look on him, and we get a rare glimpse of bergy with his wedding ring, which i find to be oddly cute. bonus points for him being beside a very cute kid too :)

(gif via @jakedebrask) this, i, ummmmm. i- uhh. just. um. yeah. so like. uhhhh... swiftly moving on

(gif via @davidpastrnut) this motherfucker and his handsome fucking face even looks good in that god-awful wooly patriots hat. honestly it looks like he’s about to go out and have a snowball fight (presumably with brad). decidedly rather domestic and i love it

(gif via @davidpastrnut) intense media patrice is intense. this is such a classic bergy face though, i love it. every time some media person asks him some big long question he puts on this exact very-invested-and-slightly-concerned face, its iconic. looking cosy in a hoodie once again. stop it.

nice polo, dude

(gif via @davidpastrnut) that tshirt looks like its fighting for its life to contain those biceps. a dark, brooding patrice that has some sort of slow burn au stirring deep in my mind. from other angles in this interview the tattoo is fairly visible also.

this has such a strong energy it almost knocked me off my feet. again, i can see this being some sort of business or maybe criminal masterminds au. but fuck me, does that man looking something beautiful in a suit. the one hand in the pocket is quite frankly BDE too. i’m glad i’m not into dadkes or esle i think this whole picture would be too much for me.

he is literally the kind of man you’d want to bring home to your parents. i’m glad he seems to have cashed in on the navy/deep red combo because it really does suit him. he looks so fucking dapper here i may be very much in love

another excellent on-ice shot of him, albeit his slightly concerned expression. the beard is looking fucking crisp here hello sir. not much else to say on this, just a handsome, handsome boy.

(gif via @jeffsamardzija) another one that gives me Thoughts. he’s literally so beautiful. hair is cut a little shorter than usual on the sides and on anyone else it would scream fuckboy but i’m kind of digging it on bergy, at least on this one occasion. if i say anything else we’ll go down the rabbit hole

oof this is_ intense. _bergy aside, this is just an incredible shot tbh. rare that we get to see mr perfect not completely level-headed and playing it cool so it feels like a treat when we do. lowkey hot ngl

last but very certainly not least, mr patrice bergeron, four-time bergeron award winner, holding the award itself. this photo honestly just makes my heart swell a little with pride - it’s what he deserves!!!! just absolutely dapper in a beautiful suit as always, and a smile that could topple a nation to round it all off.

thank you so much for this anon!!! it was rather self-indulgent but i hope you like it :) also i will absolutely do another one with marchy, although my nails have been dry for about 2 hours now so i’ll probably do it tomorrow or friday, but it’s on its way :)

#i will credit gifs in a minute #im on desktop so i need to look them up #i'm sorry this turned into a literal essay holy mother of fuck #its literally 2k words #answered #bruins #Anonymous #bruins photos compilations #bergeron

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moonraccoon-exe · 6 years ago

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(1) Hello Coonie! *hugs you tightly* So good to hear from you too. I had some stressful days too. I went to Berlin with my mom for a couple of days for our annual city trip and as soon as I returned I fell sick and had no voice for days. Gladly I am well again. And now the 40 degrees hot weather is killing me. It’s the hottest in Germany since we started recording the weather. But don’t wanna complain too much. Berlin was amazing. We visited the botanical garden, wich was so stunning.

(2) The cacti were blooming and the Water Lilies and they had a pond with beautiful Koi Carps. And we visited the Pergamon Museum. Sadly the huge antique pergamon altar was being restored but I got to see the beautiful Ishtar gate and the market gate of miletus. And one day I will surely get so see the altar. :3 But how are things for you? The stressful stuff over? And hopefully the heat isn’t so bad where you are. And lots of luck for you so you will be able to see the blood moon next time.

PERIDOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

*HUG SQUEEZES*

PERIDOT, YOU MUFFIN, IT’S YOU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ❤❤❤

Hewwo Peridot!!!! Happy to be answering to you again!!

Aaah, I’m sorry to hear that you had some stressful days. Lamentably those come and go and all we can do is deal with them. Sorry you had to go through that, though, it’s never comfortable or enjoyable!! Wishing you some really nice restful very wonderful days now

YOU WENT TO BERLIN AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH! I know it’s just the yearly thing to you but holy shit is it a goal for me!! I bet it’s really beautiful! I’m really glad to know that you had a blast in there!

Though yet again I’m sorry to hear you fell sick and, to make it worse, you were received with such weather. I’ve heard indeed that it’s been a hellhole over there, which is super strange! You europe people are known for constant rain and cold weather, and I mean, even when it’s summer it’s no comparison to tropical countries…so to know you’ve been at 40°C!?!?! That’s HELL, not even me in a tropical country have been in that heat!!! Very close, though, and if we were at 40 I didn’t check, but it’s not usual and GODS if I MELT at 31 I can’t imagine what 40 must have felt. AND TO BE RECEIVED IN THAT HEAT RIGHT WHEN YOU FELL SICK?!?!

Holy cows, I’m sorry about that Peridot! No wonder it was super stressful days to you, it must have been awful, terrible! ;A;

What matters is that you’re doing okay now and much better. Really happy to know that!!! Your voice is back and you’re back on track hek yeh!

YOU WENT TO SEE BOTANICAL STUFF IN BERLIN I WANNA GO I WANNA GO I WANNA GOOOOOOO ASLDKJFGLKDJ LDKAJ

BLOOMING CACTI. THAT SOUNDS LIKE A DREAM, CACTI ARE SO CUTE AND ADORBS AND I LOVE THEM just don’t have them because papa said they’re usual home for spiders? and I’m TERRIBLE WITH SPIDERS KALJSDKLDGJADLK BUT I LOVE SEEING CACTI!!!

HOH!? WATER LILIES’ POND HAD KOI CARPS!?!?

I L O V E KOI CA R P S

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

It must have look SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO stunning!!!! What a breathtaking mental image, to get to see a beautiful pond with the roundish leaves idk the name in english and the lilies all over it and the adorable, beautiful, mystica Koi swimming around…AAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHH WHAT A BEAUTIFUL SIGHT!!!!!!!!

HOH! Pergamon Museum? Never heard of it! BETCHA IT’S GLORIOUS THOUGH, Imma look it up in better detail later on!

Aaw, sorry to hear that you didn’t get to see the huge antique altar. I guess it must be one of the main things to see, and even if not, huge and antique and altar? That sounds like something important and that I’d love to see for sure! Sorry that you missed it, but we shall take it as good that authorities are doing restoration works! c:

GASPS.

AN ISHTAR GATE!?!?!?! HOLY ROLLY MACCAROONIE THAT SOUNDS LIKE AN INCREDIBLY VALUABLE, ABSOLUTELY WONDERFUL THING!!!!!!!!!!! I JUST GOOGLED IT AND IT LOOKS SO BEAUTIFUL LIKE HOLY WOWEE YOU GUYS HAVE THAT!?!?!??!?! .A.

AND THE MARKET GATE OF MILETUS!?!?!?!??!?!

HOW HAD I NEVER HEARD OF THIS MUSEUM BEFORE HOLY FUCKING MACCAROONIES THAT SOUNDS LIKE ABSOLUTE MADNESS, IT’S INCREDIBLE I CAN’T BELIEVE IT, ISHTAR GATE AND MARKET GATE OF MULETUS ALL IN THE SAME PLACE AKLSJDKLFAJGDKLGDJALGKADJGLKADGJA I CAN BARELY IMAGINE WHAT THE ALTAR LOOKS LIKE!!!!!! HOLY WOOLY ROLLY WHAAAAAAAT!!!

AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHH AKLSDJFALKDGJDALKGJAD

*FLAILS ALL OVER THE PLACE*

PERIDOT BUDDY THAT ALL SOUNDS SOOOOOOOOOOOOO FANTASTIC AND SO VERY BEAUTIFUL!!!!!!!!!!! NO WONDER YOU ENJOYED BERLIN I MEAN??? AKSDJFLKAGJADKLGJADKLGJADLKGJAD THAT SOUNDS LIKE A FREAKING EPIC TIME, MUSEUMS ARE THE BEST THING EVER AND I ALREADY LOVE THE PERGAMON MUSEUM AND IT’S A GOAL NOW THANK U

Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh, Peridot, I’m SO happy you got to go out of routine to see wonderful things and go places!!! That’s what does best to the soul, traveling, even if it’s just to other parts of the country/city you hadn’t been to before, especially so to museums and other things alike!! It’s WONDERFUL for you, I’m happy to know all of this!!

Thank you for asking how I’m doing! It’s been good but I’m getting tired really easily. I’m going into uni finally on the 5th, and I’m not THAT excited. It’s on the top 5 of the biggest/most important of latinamerica and it’s free (well, okay, 0.20 centavos which is according to internet 0.01 dollars per semester), so it’s like the absolute dream of so many people, there’s a lot that move from other states to the capital and the suburban areas (same school but it’s got like 10 campuses), which is huge because the country is huge so moving state isn’t like an hour away,some are literally 19 hours away by car, but I’m just eh?

I mean, don’t get me wrong, I’m super exccited about what I’m going to learn. I’m just not on sync with everyone else? Like my bro is super proud and bragging everywhere that I’m into that school (he studied there too) and my parents are like KAJSDLKAJGDA WELCOMING CEREMONY YAAAAAAY and as happy and excited and thrilled as I am about the classes, I’m just not...in the hype? lol it’d difficult to explain

Not to say that I think about school and I get tired. Walking there, going daily, it takes me out of my routine, which is good but it wears me out mentally. I don’t know, I just...I’m really exhausted mentally and thinking about school wears me out even more. So sadly no, the stressful stuff is just starting. I hope it won’t interfere too much with my fic writing and blogging because I love it :c I want the knowledge but tihngs like homework or exams are like ehhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

And another good thing besides it being a super renowned school so I’m eager to learn despite everything else is that as a student of that school I get free medical, psychological, and tooth-thing services, which I think I need a lot, all three of them lol Don’t worry I’m not feeling bad or anything, but I’m underweight, my teeth don’t hurt but gods know I haven’t been to the dentist in YEARS, and there’s some stuff I’d like to talk with a psychologist just to know I’m not dragging some weight I don’t even know exists.

I don’t know if I’m not excited about school itself, or if I’m just mentally exhausted which I try to justify with not being excited? Hasdanga ah man who knows. But thank you for asking!!! :3

And thankfully no, the heat isn’t so bad!! It was bad some days like mid spring or starting summer, I don’t know, like SUPER HOT, there wer nights I couldn’t even sleep, but thankfully summer has been really rainy and very cloudy. Not going to lie, it’s still more heat than I like because I love the cold so even the ‘normal’ heat tires me and I hate it, but overall it’s been rainy and chill

BUT ANYWAYS PERIDOT

Like always I’m SUPER HAPPY to get to be replying to you yet again!!!!!!! Thank you immensely for taking the time to write to me and for letting me know what’s up!

Sending you my WARMIEST FLOOFIEST SHNUGGLEZ and lots of magic, my friend!! Have a WONDERFUL night!!(ﾉ´ヮ`)ﾉ*: ･ﾟ

#peridot-chrysolite #peridot #coonreplies

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myfirstsearchengine · 7 years ago

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Where in the world is Ananke SanKLLK?

This is my favorite kind of issue, lots of information, lots of world building.

Spoilers!

Not only do we get a list of every recurrence, but we get to see how Ananke adapted through the years. Also, she certainly travelled a lot during those 90 years!

Just for sake of completionism, I’ll include the original one.

Probably 3954 BC, probably Sumer

Original Ananke kills original Persephone. Although I’m not entirely sure if this really was around that time. Given that this was the first time, it’s unlikely there was a Minerva until the next one. Ananke intended to use those rituals before the whole “game”, so she wasn’t planning on being young again. Perhaps the ritual prolongs her life, even as an elderly person?

3862 BC, Upper Nile (92 years later)

The first time she encounters neoPersephone. She’s partially covering her face, but interestingly, not her eyes, like she does in the future. She awakes Persephone and right away asks her to sing. Night time. NeoPersephone says it’s what she has always wanted. Since she’s the last, she knows about the other gods. It’s interesting that Ananke was already planning ahead when she decided the rules. Having her go last makes her want to “sing” more, making it easier for Ananke to get her.

3770 BC, Mesopotamia (92 years later)

She didn’t really travel far, essentially came back to where she started. Her body language implies that she’s confident, as she had already done this once before, so she expects it to go down easily. This time her eyes are somewhat covered. Night time again.

3678 BC, The Indus Valley (92 years later)

With a hand on her waist, she seems really confident now. Once again night time, and with a mask.

3586 BC, The Yellow River (92 years later)

She keeps moving east. Once again night time, wearing a mask, with a confident body language.

3495 BC, Uruk (91 years later)

The first time it goes wrong. I wonder if her being a year ahead made a difference. Uruk is part of Sumer, this is her third time in this region. I wonder if that meant they somewhat knew about her? Maybe that’s why this Persephone reacted? It’s night time again, and she’s wearing a mask.

Persephone seemed to know how to use her powers right away, I guess that’s also a risk of having her go last, she knows that the powers are activated through finger clicks, and perhaps it also gave her a chance to be weary of Ananke.

Persephone does get hit though, so it’s likely she died shortly after from the hemorrhage.

3403 BC, The Fortaleza Valley (92 years later)

Ohhh, apparently I was wrong about the Darien Gap. She did cross it before the spaniards came. Which is funny because this is actually in Peru, where I’m from, and relatively close (about 150 kms) to where I grew up. I didn’t really know this place by that name though, but I’ve been to the archeological site here a few times, last time was last year.

Anyway. This is the first time Ananke came to the Americas, and she sure did make quite the trip in 92 years. I wonder if after what happened the previous time, she wanted to go as far away as she could.

It seems this is the first time she adds the hug. I think it’s to make Persephone feel safer, so she doesn’t react badly.

Also, does anyone else think this Persephone is actually a guy? Hair’s short, and those arms look kinda big.

Night time, with a mask.

3311 BC, Western Europe (92 years later)

Quite a big trip again! And once again to a region she hadn’t been before. She’s certainly being careful now. This is the first time she does it during the day time. Hmmm, I guess she’s getting more confident in her new method. Once again, masked.

3219 BC, The Indus Valley (92 years later)

She comes back to a region she has been before. It seems to be day time, but she does it indoors, and underground. Once again, with a hug, and masked.

3128 BC, Egypt (91 years later)

I can’t quite tell if this is sunrise or sunset, either way, there’s daylight. Hug, mask, seems to go okay. It seems she’s confident enough to stay in the general region.

3036 BC, Crete (92 years later)

Hmm, as others have pointed out. I think that’s young Ananke. She’s shorter, and her skin looks young. Her arms are much leaner. Given what we saw in #35, both Anankes can do the teleporty thing, and can be active at the same time. Maybe some events lead to the old one to die prematurely, or maybe the young one ran into Persephone before. Day time again, but in a cave. Mask.

2942 BC, Japan (92 years later)

Quite a trip once again, all the way to Japan. Ananke has no right arm, I’ll have to do some research here, but for now I’ll just assume there was some altercation with the other gods. Day time, mask.

2849 BC, Northern China (93 years later)

She didn’t travel that far this time. Day time, although during the rain, masked.

2757 BC, Egypt (92 years later)

Quite a trip again, and back to Egypt. It looks like night time, once again masked.

2666 BC, Northern China (91 years later)

Back to China. Looks like she’s going back to night time fun. Masked.

2574 BC, Egypt (92 years later)

Back to Egypt so quickly. She’s getting comfortable, and she pays for that. Persephone evades the head KLLK, and attacks (and likely kills) Ananke. I’m guessing young Ananke finished the job eventually. Night time, and masked.

2483 BC, Wrangler Island (91 years later)

Things are not going well for Ananke. Despite traveling quite far, once again, she fails, and Persephone gets her. It looks like this Persephone partially evaded the attack, as it looks like it took her arm, and then she counter attacked and killed Ananke. The young one likely finished the job again. Night time, masked (as it looks like Persephone’s vines break her mask)

Also, Wooly Mammoths still existed in that island during this time. They went extinct shortly after, I blame Ananke.

2391 BC, Harappa (92 years later)

What’s with Ananke and her right arm? Ohhh, I wonder if this has to do with Nike, the greek goddess of victory. She usually stood on Athena (Minerva)’s right hand.

Anyway. I think she looks relieved it worked this time. Night, partially masked.

2299 BC, Akkad (92 years later)

Back to form. Masked, during the daytime. Still within the general region.

2207 BC, The British Isles (92 years later)

Hoodie, daytime. Looks like she got her game back.

2115 BC, Canaan (92 years later)

Somewhat masked, during the rain at daytime. Same as usual. She seems to really like this region.

2024 BC, Northern China (91 years later)

And Northern China. She likes Northerns China. Night, masked, and business as usual.

1932 BC, Australasia (92 years later)

Quite a trip again. Daytime, and this Persephone seemed to be somewhat compliant. She was looking towards Ananke.

1840 BC, Egypt (92 years later)

Back to Egypt. Night time, masked, and KLLK.

1748 BC, Babylon (92 years later)

Double kill! Both Persephone and Ananke die here. Young Ananke likely carried on, and she had the head anyway. Daytime, unsure if there was a mask.

1657 BC, North America (91 years later)

Back to Americas. It’s been like 1800 years. I’m confident that Ananke gets as far away as possible when something goes wrong. Night time, masked.

1565 BC, Northern China (92 years later)

Back to China. Same as usual. Daytime and masked.

1473 BC, Northern Indus Valley (92 years later)

First time we see the shield (actually, it’s the second time, we see Minerva use it in 1923, but the first time chronologically). It seems like Ananke has prepared for such an issue, although given that this is her first time using it, the shield isn’t strong enough, as Persephone breaks through it. She doesn’t seem to die, but she certainly managed to get the head, or kill Persephone, eventually. Night time and masked.

1381 BC, Central America (92 years later)

Yup, she goes back to the Americas every time it goes wrong. These are likely the “missing Pantheons”. Night time, masked.

1289 BC, Egypt (92 years later)

Back to Egypt, and once again the shield doesn’t quite hold, but it does stop some vines. Night time (?), masked.

1197 BC, Hattusa (92 years later)

First time she doesn’t run away to the Americas, or somewhere very far. She likely got the job done despite getting hurt. This time her shield stops all of Persephone’s vines.

Night time and masked.

1106 BC, Greece (91 years later)

Confident. She does this during the day, masked. Everything goes right.

1014 BC, Central China (92 years later)

She doesn’t get the head, but kills Persephone. She uses the shield and the KLLK at the same time.

922 BC, Assyria (92 years later)

Business as usual. Night time, masked, and a head.

830 BC, Carthage (92 years later)

Same as always, except during the day, masked.

739 BC, Northern ChinA (91 years later)

Back to China, and a head. Daytime, masked.

647 BC, Persia (92 years later)

She’s good at this now. She got the KLLK and the shield, and it held against Persephone. Night time, masked.

555 BC, Eastern India (92 years later)

Yup, she’s got this now. Night time, masked.

463 BC, Athens (92 years later)

Persephone tried to turn towards her, but didn’t quite get there. Night time, masked.

372 BC, Macedonia (91 years later)

Not masked! During the day, and KLLK.

280 BC, Central India (92 years later)

Night time and masked. Except this time Persephone escapes into the underworld. She probably got her eventually.

188 BC, Eastern China (92 years later)

Night time, masked, and KLLK.

96 BC, Etruria (92 years later)

Day time, I think, masked. KLLK. Could be a guy again? Actually, so could Macedonia, from a few recurrences back.

4 BC, Judea (92 years later)

Day time it seems, masked, though not the eyes. We see the hug again. Although I think she always does the hug.

88 AD, Teotihuacan (92 years later)

First time she goes to the Americas without a particular reason (unless 4BC went wrong as well, hmm, gonna have to do some research). Night time and masked.

Now that I live in Mexico I got to visit this place a few months ago, incredible experience.

181 AD, South East Asia (93 years later)

Back to the old World, and business as usual. Daytime, and masked.

271 AD, Eastern China (90 years later)

Night time, masked and KLLK.

364 AD, Eastern Europe (93 years later)

Day time, masked and KLLK.

454 AD, Germania (91 years later)

Day time, masked. This is a year before the events of the 455 special. It seems like she gets Persephone about a year into the recurrence, after she has awakened the other gods. Hmm, she wasn’t wearing a mask during the special. Maybe she takes it off after she gets Persephone? Although she was still wearing one during the other specials, so probably not.

546 AD, Tikal (91 years later)

Back to the Americas. Given what happened in the 455 special, I think she had a reason to run away again. Lucifer made quite a mess. Night time and masked.

637 AD, Iraq (91 years later)

She certainly looks impatient and bored. She’s confident again. Night time, masked.

729 AD, Constantinople (92 years later)

This time she isn’t even looking at Persephone. Night time, not masked. Getting too confident…

820 AD, France (91 years later)

This is what happens when you get too confident Ananke. Somehow Ananke lost half her body, and Persephone ran away. Hmm, I wonder if Persephone had help? It doesn’t seem like her powers let her do that. Although there are marks beneath Persephone, maybe her vines did it. Night time, and masked.

912 AD, Egypt (92 years later)

Interestingly, she didn’t run away to the Americas this time. And it’s young Ananke who gets the head, AND this Persephone is offering it to her. Weird.

Night time, and not masked, but somewhat covered.

1003 AD, Japan (91 years later)

Back to the usual. Probably night time, masked and KLLK.

1095 AD, Syria (92 years later)

Same as always. Day time, masked and KLLK.

1187 AD, Jerusalem (92 years later)

The hug again! Day time and masked. I am guessing it ends up as usual.

1279 AD, Northern China (92 years later)

Back to China, it seems like China works well for her. Night time and masked.

1371 AD, France (92 years later)

We’ll see more of this during the next special. Looks like Ananke is sick with the plague, so gods aren’t immune. She still gets Persephone. Not masked, and during the day.

1463 AD, West Africa (92 years later)

I think this is the first time she goes to sub-saharan Africa. Daytime, masked (really masked), and KLLK.

1554 AD, Cusco (91 years later)

The first time she comes back to the Americas after the “discovery”. 1554 is about 20 years after the Spanish Conquest of the Inca Empire, although before the fall of the Neo Inca State. Cusco by this time was occupied by the Spanish, while the Inca resistance had moved to Vilcabamba.

Interestingly, Ananke looks to be wearing a Spanish outfit while Persephone is dressed in traditional Inca outfit. Metaphor.

Night time, masked, and KLLK.

1646 AD, Japan (92 years later)

Business as usual, can’t tell what time it is, but she’s masked and she gets the head.

1738 AD, North America (92 years later)

I’m not that familiar with North American history, so I don’t really know what was going on in 1738. It’s daytime, and she gets the head, and the shield holds up. She hasn’t had to use it in a while.

1830 AD, France (92 years later)

She got the head really early, seeing as the end of the recurrence happens two years later. I wonder who that could be. Night time and masked.

1922 AD, North America (92 years later)

Looks like it was Persephone in #34. Ananke got her early on, about a year before the events of the last special. Persephone even got a glass of wine to celebrate. Bad Ananke. Night time, and masked.

2014 AD, Great Britain (92 years later)

Except for maybe that time Ananke got cut in half, it looks like this is the first time someone else interfered. Without Inanna and Baphomet, Ananke was going to get Laura. Night time and masked. No KLLK.

Ok, she gets better at it as time passes.

She adds the hug to make Persephone lower her guard, and gets a shield to protect herself, and strengthens it as time passes.

She tended to run to the Americas when she failed, probably so enough time passed so people forgot about her. These are likely the “missing Pantheons”

The recurrence really happens every 92 years, give or take a year.

Even if old Ananke fails, young Ananke finishes the job.

Which is what Minerva will attempt. Although, given how much information is available nowadays, and people know about Ananke, I don’t know how Minerva will be able to succeed in the next century. Perhaps she’ll just present herself as Minerva.

This took like 2 hours. I’ll do a map later today.

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