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autistic--cryptid · 3 years

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INFODUMP ABOUT UNDERTALE TO ME RIGHT NOW :O /POS

(about Anything At All idc if its rambly bullet points or anything pls im begging u this is lichrally my special interest cmon pleaseee /lh)

OKOK I WILL!!! /pos

cant put this under the cut on mobile so here’s your warning that this will b a very long post!!

random chara hearcanons + ramblings bc CHARA MY BELOVED!!!

i might be projecting but i hc that chara has depression and ptsd! we know they hated people bc of what asriel says during the epilogue, “I know why Chara climbed the mountain. It wasn't for a very happy reason. Frisk. I'll be honest with you. Chara hated humanity.” and i think they hate humanity so much bc of some trauma other people caused. chara is angry and upset, and probably starts to hate humanity more once they learn about all of the pain humans have caused monsters. they aren’t evil or mean, they’re traumatized and hate people because they’ve been hurt so many times

i like to think that chara is so close with asriel in part bc he was one of the first people they felt like they could fully trust. asriel was with them through everything, saved them, gave them a home, etc. i think chara loved him so much in part bc asriel was there for them when everyone else had hurt them

i think chara erases the world at the end of the genocide run because of frisk’s actions in that run and not bc they themselves are cruel. chara is smart, they know that a frisk who would kill all monsters would likely be interested in destroying things alongside chara. the way i see it, chara is angry. they had to watch frisk kill their friends and family, the monsters who took them in and protected them after they had been hurt so bad by humans. chara watched them hurt asriel after he cried and begged for them not to hurt him. they watched frisk reset over and over at every save point, trying to hard to kill everyone and everything and not stopping even when they themselves are struck down. and they don’t have a body anymore so they couldn’t do anything to stop it. genocide run frisk shows what chara hates in humanity: mercilessness and cruelity for the sake of cruelity. they want to get revenge on frisk and stop them from hurting alphys and the monsters who hid and escaped. they want to stop frisk from hurting people beyond the barrier. chara constantly says “just finish the job” throughout the run because they’re exhausted and can’t stand watching frisk hurt these monsters anymore, they just want everything to end. the reason they only come out at the end is fear, in part, and the fact that watching asriel be killed despite his cries and begs was the last thing they could take. when they say “it’s me, chara!” in the mirror in toriel’s home rather than “it’s you” i like to think it’s for a similar reason that sans says “pretend to be a human” to frisk, and for the same reason that some theorize he would make fake blood at the end of the battle with him. chara wants frisk to see another person, hoping maybe they’ll find some goodness and humanity. just like some theorize that sans would use ketchup as fake blood to make frisk see that they’re hurting people like themselves as well, chara wants frisk to see that frisk is human to remind them of any good humanity they might have. they aren’t evil and they aren’t seeing themselves in frisk’s actions, they’re trying to stop frisk from hurting everyone and trying to get revenge on frisk for the pain they’ve caused. the reason why you get a photo with chara and everyone’s faces crossed out or a chara nightmare when you finish a pacifist run after a genocide run is chara reminding frisk of the pain they caused and showing them that the atrocities they committed aren’t something they can just erase and move on from. chara just wants monsters to be happy and to be ok and they hate that once again a human has taken that happiness away from monsters, but they know a reset won’t stop frisk because they will just start over, so if they erase the world and take frisk’s soul for frisk to get it back they can hope that without that soul and determination frisk can’t reset anymore and thus no more genocide run, even though that ultimately isn’t the case. chara just wants to help monsters and they’re angry at her another human for hurting them

asriel says in the epilogue that chara wanted to hurt the humans in the village when they attacked asriel and them, but once again it’s not bc chara is evil or violent, it’s bc they were traumatized by humans and and this is like a fight response to those triggers, and also bc they wanted to protect asriel!!!

chara’s plan to collect 7 human souls as talked about in the tape was for the good of monsters, not so they could hurt humans. they wanted monsters to go free and to live a normal life with their monster family. when they say “our plan had failed, hadn’t it?” in the genocide run they’re referring to their goal of freeing and saving monsters, not like, killing the people that asriel wouldn’t fight. chara wanted to save monsters and to break the barrier, they didn’t want their soul to fuse with asriel because they knew that meant their soul couldn’t be one of the 7 to free monsters. when frisk killed the monsters in the genocide route it meant that monsters weren’t free or safe, their plan with asriel to free monsters from the underground and save them from the prison humans put them in had failed because once again a human had taken everything from them

on a lighter note, pacifist run chara narrates and translates for frisk! chara and frisk likely come from the same village seeing as they’re both able to just go up the mountain and see what’s there, so they probably know the same form of sign language. frisk is mute and signs things to chara, who translates over the phone for them. they also describe everything around frisk since they’ve lived there before and know what everything is while frisk doesn’t know. when they don’t know what to say, they describe stuff! they probably aren’t sure what to make of the mettaton fight since they’ve never seen mettaton ex before, so they say “smells like mettaton”. they don’t know about the amalgamates so they say “smells like sweet lemons” during your fight with lemon bread

the mummy wrappings in the red soul coffin were for chara. asriel removed them from their coffin and carried them off to the village before those supplies could’ve been used. when he brought chara back in after they were attacked, toriel took them out to the flower bed in the ruins where they initially landed to give them a propel burial, and then chose to live in the ruins specifically to take care of chara. chara is buried under the flowers right at the start of the ruins which is why asriel refuses to leave in the epilogue and says “someone has to take care of these flowers.” it’s also in part why toriel is so sad and lonely, being in the ruins and visiting her child daily makes her remember the pain she felt losing chara and asriel and it makes her extra worried about losing frisk and the other humans. through visiting chara like this, both asriel and toriel can see them and talk to them even though they’re mostly gone

asriel and chara were the ones who left those echo flower messages about wishes. chara was the one who laughed and said “it’s just funny, that’s my wish too”

just like kris, chara also had little red horns. chara didn’t like that they were human since they hated humans, but loved monsters and wished they were one. asriel made them little paper horns to be more monster-like, and eventually toriel sewed them an pair and put it on a headband so they could stay on their head

not really a headcanon or theory, just a note. there’s lots of similarities between kris and chara: red eyes, knives, portrayed as “strange”, likes to scare other people (kris hiding under noelle’s bed and putting ketchup on their arms to scare her, and chara doing their creepy face to asriel in the tape—they likely did it before cause asriel had to have known what it was so there’s nothing saying they only do it when asked by asriel), a bit secluded and like to be alone (toriel is no longer upset with kris when she finds out they didn’t answer her calls bc they were with a friend, chara is only ever shown or talked about in relation to asriel or their parents), both kind of get rid of their soul in some way (kris removes their soul and chara like died to give their soul to the monsters), both have similar outfits (although kris looks more like frisk in their face and hair), very close to their asriel, both like monsters, both have mostly obscured eyes until the ending of the game, etc.

chara can only verbally talk to frisk, but they can talk through the phone, similar to how asriel spoke to frisk on the phone at the end of the true lab even though he didn’t have his soul back then and was still a flower, and similar to how you can understand the memory head amalgamate when you use your phone. frisk is one of the few people who can hear their voice irl

chara can verbally talk with mettaton, mew mew, and nabstablook since they were all once ghosts/are ghosts. mettaton sometimes helps chara to speak and to appear to crowds bc they can use his microphones to speak since that’s technology and chara can use his advice to show their own incorporeal form more clearly. chara and nabstablook get along very well as shy ghosts who are best friends with their family

chara and frisk become best friends in pacifist runs :3 frisk returns the the underground sometimes to talk to asriel and lets chara speak to him while they visit through their phone, and eventually chara convinces asriel to come back with them and to live with them again (yes i know this isn’t possible in canon shhhhhhh)

chara is autistic and has adhd. they also have chronic pain and use a cane as a result of their chronic pain and bc of a long lasting injury they sustained from falling into the underground, or they float as a ghost

#UNDERTALE SPECIAL INTEREST POG!!!#HONESTLY ME TOO ME TOO WAS A BIG SP.IN WHEN IT CAME OUT SND STILL IS TODAY!!#ask #undertale #special interest #cirrus says things #tw// character death

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thecagedsong · 3 years

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Forgotten Light: Chatper 8: Boundaries

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Chapter 8: Boundaries

Ronodin hadn’t returned, and said that he wouldn’t until tonight. Kendra had another day to whittle away. She read more in her book on the Fair Folk over breakfast, then sat in front of her crafting materials again.

Kendra had no idea if her medallion even worked, but at least it dried nicely. The wooden texture came through the paint, but that made it look functional. Like, hey, this is a wooden medallion meant to weaken my enemies, not be a high school shop class project.

Did she take woodshop class? Did she ever go to high school? From Ronodin’s story, Kendra probably had tutors. Why did she feel like she knew more about the American public school system than she did about monster hunting? Or even tutoring schedules?

Trying to figure out her past by evaluating what bodies of knowledge she possessed and what she didn’t left her with a headache.

Kendra refocused on the fabrics in front of her. She did okay with the medallion, maybe her body had remembered something her brain didn’t. Hopefully that subconscious knowledge would help her do what she wanted to make next: create a jacket.

Ronodin assured her that the clothes in her wardrobe were all hers, taken and given to Ronodin from her own closet for exactly this time. Pieces her family didn’t approve of and wouldn’t know to find missing. But old Kendra’s clothes…left a bit more exposed than she liked. Aside from also being mostly black and red, and she was really growing tired of those colors, the dresses were low cut at the top, and high cut around the thighs.

She looked sexy in them, but with Ronodin continuing to ‘forget’ that she had only met him two days ago, sexy wasn’t the look she wanted to wear. She’d start with a simple cardigan, covering up her shoulders and back, then see what she could do about altering hemlines.

Looking over the fabrics, she wished she had pink. She thought she liked the color. Pink wasn’t among the fabric options. There was more red and black, and white, silver, dark blue, green, orange, and dark purple.

Because it would clash horribly with the red and the black, she selected the pumpkin orange fabric. If she was enough of an eyesore, maybe she could convince Ronodin that they needed to pop into a shopping mall for a real wardrobe. Something she was comfortable with now. The orange fabric was a wool/giant hair blend, dyed with pigment from the Fala plant, that produced its own distractor spell to convince people that it was dead until they forgot what they were looking for.

Sewing was a lot harder than she thought, especially without a sewing machine. Did she do this by hand the first time? The needle felt so awkward, her stitches were uneven, she was approximating the designs in the book, but some of them had her folding fabric before cutting? What did it mean by grain? She tried to incorporate ‘make me look hideous!’ magic intentions as she sewed, imaging Ronodin cringing away from her, refusing to look at her in it, but it was a little hard when most of her focus went to not pricking herself.

Still, she wasn’t a quitter. Kendra had to undo a seam, because apparently clothes were assembled inside out, but by referencing the book every few minutes, and working through hand cramps, she managed to at least make the pieces stick together.

It was early afternoon when Kendra finished her uneven hems. Some of the tools in the basket might have helped her, but her books didn’t reference any of them, so she left them alone.

Holding up the final product, Kendra giggled. She’d done everything on larger estimates, figuring that her goal was to be covered and folds in fabric were easier to have than one side not fitting, and cutting down was easier than adding. The result could generously be described as an orange tent. Kendra had to see herself in the monstrosity. She rushed to the bathroom, passing Mendigo in the hall, and positioned herself in front of the mirror.

She slung on the cardigan over the black lace dress, and cracked up.

“Hi Ronodin!” Kendra waved to the mirror with both hands, one sleeve reaching halfway up her palm the other so wide it fell back against her elbow at the motion. The ruby necklace looked like it was suffering, trying to hide from her attempts at sewing.

“Oh, er Kendra, I see you tried sewing,” Kendra mocked in the mirror with a low voice.

Kendra twirled, then did an impression of herself with a higher pitch than normal, “I did, do you like it? I love it! I put soo much effort into it! I love the pumpkin look, don’t you?”

She imagined Ronodin’s face, the horror, the strain not to insult his girlfriend, and burst out laughing. Kendra couldn’t wait to see his face for real. She would insist on wearing this until he took her to the mall.

Kendra stopped laughing and frowned at her reflection. That really didn’t seem right. Even if she had arranged all of this herself, why would she arrange a hideout she couldn’t ever leave? If old Kendra had wanted to live a free life with Ronodin, why didn’t she pick a hide away that let her go outside? Her family couldn’t be powerful enough to search the whole world. If she had been able to pick anywhere, a remote island seemed like a much better hiding place than where she was.

Maybe she and Ronodin had had a disagreement over how long she should stay underground. He might be capitalizing on her memory loss to keep her extra safe; it’s possible Kendra had never intended for herself to remain sealed away. That seemed like something Ronodin would do. Slip in a little lie amongst the truths to save himself battles.

Well, wherever they were, Kendra wanted out. Now that she wasn’t dressed for a cocktail party, she would find her way to a window at least. She went back to her room, and decided to arm herself with the bow she had brought with her through the barrel, even though she didn’t have any arrows. She hadn’t had anything else on her, so she slipped on her shoes and went to the door that Ronodin usually walked out of.

She turned the heavy knob, but the door wouldn’t budge. Jiggled it some more, but didn’t move. She searched everywhere for a key, but couldn’t find on. What kind of front door could be locked from the outside?

“Mendigo?” Kendra called, and her puppet came forward. “Open this door.”

Kendra stepped to the side as Mendigo started straining his wooden hands at the door. He turned back to her and shrugged, showing his wooden fingers. Duh, no way could he get the grip he needed that way.

Should she order him to break down the door? These rooms were rented to them by their mysterious ‘host’, who apparently had Ronodin working like a slave. He probably wouldn’t appreciate her busting his door down. She decided against it until things looked more dire.

The last hasty, destructive action she had ordered had almost killed her fiancé. She would demand a key from Ronodin when he got back before resorting to property damage.

“Thank you Mendigo,” Kendra said, “Let’s see what else there is in this place.” Putting her hand on the wall to the left of the door, Kendra started walking, never lifting it. She discovered three different storage closets: one for cleaning supplies, one empty, one for linens. Kitchen, Ronodin’s bedroom (extremely frugal, disappointingly empty) (he had a couple of robes Kendra considered using to augment her own wardrobe, but decided that would send the wrong message), Library, bathroom, craft room, Kendra’s room, Kendra’s bathroom, Kendra’s closet, sitting room/front room, and back to the main door.

That was it. The entirety of her existence, done up in blacks, reds, and gray stone and drenched in blue firelight. Some of the carpets had cream accents, but that was it.

Kendra knew what kind of front door locked from the outside.

She wandered back to her craft room and picked up a canvas to draw. This was about passing time. Next time she wouldn’t let Ronodin leave without her. Kendra just needed to stay sane until he got back. Even if practicing her magic with nicer emotions would create a less effective item, she wanted something nice to look at. Something peaceful. An outdoor scene, and she’d try to work peace into it. It was for herself anyway, and she’d do it in blue and green and white, and it would look beautiful.

Unfortunately, Kendra couldn’t visualize what ‘outside’ looked like. She knew the sky was blue, it had a sun, and grass was green and flowers came in all colors, but the pieces wouldn’t put themselves together. Kendra had never seen ‘outside’, she had nothing but rote facts. She put her pencil to canvas anyway, figuring that if she drew the pieces, it would all come together eventually.

Her hand refused to move. It had no direction on what to draw. Were horizons bumpy or straight? What color blue was the sky? What did sun look like on plant leaves?

Glaring, Kendra started sketching her craft table, in front of her, with the wall behind it turning into prison bars. She’d seen those in her mad-dash self-kidnapping.

Sketching came easier than sewing or carving. Maybe because more art principals were known by the public, the curse wasn’t able to remove them as personal memories. It was nice to have something come together, even if it was only a picture of her cell.

When she got to painting, she ignored the descriptions of materials and focused on colors. Easier than before, she took threads of magic, threads of the flame from the candle inside her, into her hand and turned them to her own emotions, mixing with the paint materials. She wanted people to look at the painting and know that she was trapped. She wanted them to know the suffocation, and the feeling of crafting little trinkets while sun and stars roved the heavens unseen. Not being able to draw the sun or the sky. Not knowing what those looked like. Not knowing what anything looked like outside of six people, a puppet, and her prison. It was a nice prison, possibly one of the nicest in the world.

Kendra painted black beyond the bars. Even gilded cages birthed insanity.

#Forgotten Light #Fablehaven #Dragonwatch #Kendra Sorenson #I...may have been dealing with the initial pandemic claustrophobia when I wrote this #I'm just being dramatic #I'm at it again like an addict with pen

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thisismyhell · 4 years

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Bodyguard (Part 1)

I’m giving fanfiction a try! this is my very first one, and i think itll become a series.

Reader x Loki

Summary: Reader works with the Avengers as a research Biologist, and receives a worrying text from a toxic ex boyfriend. Loki enlists himself in watching out for reader, and fluff ensues.

Warnings: mentions of stalker/toxic ex boyfriend, fluff

Since living in the compound, you were accustomed to not only high security, but constantly being surrounded by Gods, Monsters, and people who could kill with a look. You happened to fall into the cracks of these people, weaving your way into each basket briefly before moving on.

Since you lived where you worked, spending time late at night in a meeting, your office, or in the gym wasn’t out of the ordinary. You thrived in this environment since you could spend all your time doing your work without having to take travel time or traffic into account.

Tonight was one of those nights. You were working in your office, deep in concentration on your recent research proposal, when a notification from your phone almost gave you whiplash. You caught your breath, and reached for your phone, noticing that it was an unrecognized number. Not thinking much of it, you unlocked your screen, when your stomach dropped.

“Hey (Y/N), it’s been a while eh? Wanted to let you know im in the neighbourhood, and wanted to get drinks some time with you. I can pick you up at the compound. -K”.

Your ex-boyfriend. How did he manage to get your new number? You shouldn’t even be surprised, considering how easy it was for him to insert himself into every aspect of your life when you were together.

Months ago, you started to notice how jealous he became at every little thing. You wanted to go out with friends? He insisted on either coming or giving you a curfew. Weren’t home on time to his liking? He would track your phone and show up unannounced to wherever you were, loudly declaring to everyone around you that you must be cheating on him. He had horrible trust issues, and sometimes you wondered what he would do if you stopped giving in to his words. Would be become forceful? Would you be in physical danger? Thankfully, you mustered up the strength to call it quits before you found out, but who knows what would have happened if you hadn’t?

You blinked back into reality and took in your surroundings. You were surprised that you felt so alone suddenly. Usually you have no problem with staying up late like this, even if you were the last in the research building. You began to quickly pack up your belongings, clutching your phone, swiftly exiting into the hallway. You knew you were just being paranoid, but you looked down both sides of the hall before racing to the elevators. Once it arrived, you jumped in and pushed the button incessantly until you were safely inside. As you listened to the dings of each floor pass, and watched the lights switch to each level, you began to calm down. You felt ridiculous. Why would you be scared of your lazy ex boyfriend over a text message? Maybe it was someone sending a prank text. Maybe he wasn’t even in the city. And lord help anyone who tried to break into the compound without getting tackled by security. You were fine.

The elevator doors slid open and you gained back your confidence; stepping out onto the main floor when all of a sudden you hit what felt like a brick wall, sending your things flying, and dropping your phone to the floor. You gasped, shoving yourself against the wall and throwing your forearms in front of your face. Someone grabbed them and tried to move them down but it wasn’t working. “(Y/N would you relax?! It’s just me.” Loki. That monster. You opened your eyes and pushed back at him, your fear being replaced with anger and frustration. “LOKI I AM GOING TO KILL YOU I SWEAR TO GOD WHAT ARE YOU EVEN DOING IN THIS BUILDING YOU ARE OUT OF YOUR MIND DO YOU KNOW WHAT TIME IT IS-“. His laughter brought you back to reality. “(Y/N) what is wrong with you? You really have terrible reaction times to your fear, we should work on that”. Through all the commotion and stress you didn’t realize it but you began to cry. “Love, are you alright? I didn’t scare you that badly did I, what’s wrong?”.

You slid down the wall and haphazardly began to collect your things. You picked up your phone, and handed it to Loki, who looked at the message on the screen. “(Y/N), is this who I think it is?”. You nodded. Once you packed your bag, Loki helped you up. “Is this why you were so scared? You thought I was him?”. You nodded again, catching your breath.

The two of you began to go outside, walking along the garden pathway back to the main building where you all lived. “I haven’t heard from him in months. Not since I ended things. He took it horribly but I never thought that maybe it wasn’t over for him. He seemed like the type to be mad, but then move on to some other girl once he had the chance. I can’t believe he found my number again.” Loki listened to you as you walked in the dark, illuminated only by compound streetlamps and the fireflies of the gardens around you. “(Y/N), I’ll be honest, I find it highly unlikely for someone to forget about you that quickly without remorse. I know the two of you were not together for that long, but he seems to still be struggling with the thought of letting you go.” You felt a bit surprised. “What, so I had this text coming to me? I should have known he would want to make contact again?”. He realized what he had implied. “No, I’m sorry. What I mean is, I am not surprised that he would want to have this influence you. Forgive me, but maybe his skull is too thick to get that through.” You laughed and he smiled down at you.

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You and Loki had clicked almost immediately. You were a researcher hired into the Stark company, bringing your useful knowledge of biology and mechanics. Since there were now Gods and Aliens on the team, Stark thought it would be quite useful to try and bridge the gap. So he went through universities around the world, not sure what exactly he was looking for. But when he walked into your lab by accident, you had yelled over to him for an extra hand in helping tie some stem cells together. He noticed your focus and lack of ick-factor and interviewed you on the spot. Well, more like allowing you to crack open his gadgets and listen to you go on and on about how you think human properties could be incorporated into his technology. He was instantly hooked.

He brought you back to the compound and introduced you to the team the next week. Loki noticed how you weren’t flinching at any of the information being thrown at you, and even began to ask questions to your team members about their own worlds. He noticed that you were already acting like a team member, without needing the blood bond. You were gung-ho the minute you set foot on the property. And he respected that.

The two of you became closer after you expressed interest in reading some Asgardian texts that you were useless in deciphering. Loki agreed to be your partner in your research adventure, offering a better look into each others lives.

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As you looked back up at your friend, you realized how thankful you were that he had almost scared you to death. If he hadn’t, you’d be all alone out here in the dark, probably looking over your shoulder at every snap of a twig. Although the compound was quiet and secluded, there were still the elements. The two of you came to a stop outside the main entrance doors. “Are you feeling alright now?”, “Yes, thank you. I’m glad I didn’t have to make that walk alone. Usually I’m fine, but that text message really threw me off”. “I can see why. What kind of idiot jus announces their desire to ambush you like that? He doesn’t seem like the strategic type.” He smiled down at you, trying to lighten the mood. You reciprocated, letting him open the door for you.

The wait for the elevator and the ride up to your rooms was passed with asking each other about your work days and if you had evening plans. Neither of you were good at keeping an honest sleep schedule. As the two of you were saying goodnight to each other in your hallway, he stopped you before entering your room. “(Y/N), I know you can hold your own, but if you ever need someone to walk you home again, you know how to contact me”. You reached up and gave him a hug. “Thank you Loki, I appreciate that. And you know the same always goes for you”. You let him go and as he walked away from you, you called out to him once more; “By the way, what were you even doing in the research building today?”. He stopped and turned to face you, “I saw your office light on from outside. I was hoping to run into you before you left for the evening. Unfortunately I ended up frightening you rather than enticing you”. You raised your eyebrows, “Loki, you know you always entice me”.

He walked away, and you entered your room feeling a wave of comfort and relief wash over you.

#loki #loki x reader #loki and reader #avengers x reader #loki series #avengers series #loki fluff #avengers fluff #loki x reader fluff

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maybeshesnaped · 4 years

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I'm sorry, but I just don't see how anyone could think JK Rowling--the woman who made a gay character, a bi-racial character, and a character epitomizing AIDS victims--could be seen as anti-trans. There is blatant evidence of biology and gender-identity, AND men claiming to be trans in order to sexually prey upon women/girls. Having spoken with trans people about this the consensus is she was not attacking anyone and was only giving personal perspective.

(Continued from last message). The HP fandon has brought great things to the world but the readiness that many readers have to interpret the worst of Rowling is unsettling.

Ok, there’s a lot to unpack here. First of all, she was very much attacking people, just as many trans people will tell you. I don’t know who you talked to but they don’t speak for the whole community.

Secondly, the notion that JKR could do all these things you mentioned -which she did not, but we’ll get to that in a sec- and not be transmisogynistic, doesn’t exactly hold. You can be accepting of gay people, poc, people with HIV/aids etc, and at the same time still be anti trans. JKR excludes trans people from her advocacy. That’s why so many people call her a TERF (trans exclusionary radical feminist), which she is. So, if you couldn’t see how a woman who did these things you mentioned can be seen as anti-trans, now you can.

Now, did JKR really incorporate all these amazing things in her text? No, she didn’t. What she did do, is use anti-semitic stereotypes (goblins), present the idea that some slaves just wanna stay slaves (elves), wrote an asian character named Cho Chang (come on), and compared AIDS to being a terrifying monster than can hurt others. That’s only at the top of my head, I’m sure you can look up other ways in which JKR inserted stereotypes and other tone-deaf elements into her writing.

Trans people face an absurd amount of danger, just by being themselves. They often become victims of hate crimes, they get killed left and right, they are denied opportunities, the police abuses them, there is a general culture of violence surrounding them. They are brave, only for daring to face the world as their authentic self. They do not need an esteemed and beloved author like JKR to add to their pain with her ignorance and transphobic messages. What she, and apparently you too, can’t seem to realize, is that sex and gender are two different things. Nobody claimed sex isn’t real. But gender is completely different from what you have inside your pants, and gender dysphoria is very much real.

Men taking advantage of this and preying upon girls and women isn’t even a real problem. It almost never happens. Studies have found that trans-inclusive spaces do not increase risks of having crimes being commited. Honestly, this rhetoric is commonly used by transphobes in order to scare us into opposing trans rights. Why do you care about the minuscule number of people doing this and not about the dozens of trans people being actually murdered every year?

There’s this video made by a couple (a cis woman and a trans man) that goes point by point into JKR’s transmisogynistic manifesto. A manifesto in which she praised a woman who compared being transgender to using blackface. Let that sink in.

So, in this video, they explain why what she says in her site is perpetuating myths and misconceptions, but oh so eloquently that she might fool you. If you truly want to see “how anyone could see her as anti trans”, you should watch that and try to understand the harm she causes to the trans community.

I’m in no way an expert in such matters and there is much I have to learn too. But I’m a cis woman, and trans women do not offend me. They do not threaten me. They do not invalidate my existence. And the very few men who take advantage of transgender people’s struggles shouldn’t be the talking point on whether they deserve rights or not.

If Daniel, Emma, Rupert and others from the HP cast could publicly side against Joanne, the woman who gave them their career, I don’t see what’s that hard to understand. JKR is a transphobe. She made that clear. If you side with her, so are you.

#ask #jk rowling #anti jk rowling

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the-headbop-wraith · 4 years

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3 _ 43 _ Rekindling

As ever when all was well and right the garage was a cacophony of sounds, from hydraulics humming off the rotary lifts and power drills, to the squeal of impact wrenches. Each car port had one vehicle tended to, with a technician toiling away with the task of repairing or renovating an assigned vehicle. Outside, the carport had more automobiles parked up with numbers slipped onto dashboards.

On the work floor, Uncle Lance was lending an extra pair of arms to the diagnostic work of a utility van, a lot more teched out than his usual forte of labor. However, a tech savvy guy was left to the task of breezing through the more specialized work of the Bluetooth incorporated hardware. This was not the issue it was brought in for, but double-checking the software was procedural. The undercarriage of the vehicle needed a total overhaul and realignment, a time-consuming task.

Familiar barking rang through the garage.

“Gimmie a moment,” he grunted, to the operator in the passenger seat. He moved back from the open driver side of the van and cast his view across the open floor of the garage. There he was, a black and white streak trotting around supply carts, head held high like he carried an important purpose. In tow was Vivi, momentarily preoccupied by the phone in her hand, and some sort of satchel was draped over her shoulder.

“A bit early, are yu?” he posed. Lance took the end of the rag pinned to his pro-wrestler belt and rubbed some of the grim off his fingers.

“Work rooms locked,” Vivi replied. “Is he in today?”

“Course.” Lance nodded toward the direction of his office. “Shouldn’t be too long, ‘e’s meetin’ with a ‘‘client’’.” He did air quotes.

“Ooh,” Vivi groaned. They moved off the work field and relocated to the wall, beside where empty boxes from parts were stacked. “How do they keep finding him?”

Uncle Lance shrugged. “People post them pics to ‘em nosey sites, and they git the info where’n he works. Ye’know, that societal medium thing.”

“Social media?”

Mystery yipped, frowning behind his spectacles. This was very tiresome, tedious, and tumdum.

“Whatever ya call it. Nuisance, they are – dragging him off work.” Lance grumbled under his breath some phrase, which might’ve been a curse or a Curse. “Think they’re them first to come by, offerin’ this biggest, best deal. Arthur could git ah’lot done with them gadgets, but I understand his privacy is important.”

Vivi set the satchel down on one of the boxes, and looked the way to the doors to Uncle Lance’s office. “It’s not so much the anonymity he wants, but the builds and designs… they’re not, how do I say? General public applicable.”

“Applicable-micable,” Lance mumbled.

“Even the housing for the collar to shoulder hookup is specialized.” Vivi leaned over and rubbed Mystery’s head. “Eventually, he might try for a patent, but the models… even the college is thirsting over the incorporation. Anyway, it’s his business.”

Lance took a deep breath and sighed. “Yer right. Pisses me off still, need tu get a sign out there. Pisses me off, ‘ee’s too nice.”

Vivi leaned up rummaged through the satchel, revealing bags with containers. She selected a small box and handed it over. “You seem more, um… gruff than usual. Everything okay?”

Lance popped the lid and examined the small treat within. “We’re backlogged fer parts, work is comin’ through, and I got fancy suits in mah office tryin’ be clever. An’ I gotta get through the client list, before thay start callin’ me.” When Arthur strolled over, he raised up the little food box. An unspoken gesture fortifying break.

“I can work some over time,” Arthur began. His arm was not attached. “An hour or something, just to get some of these vehicles prepped for the morning shift.” Lance whipped around to face him fully and squared up his shoulders.

“Arthur. When five o’clock rolls around, the doors close and the shift winds down.” He waved the food box like a school teacher threatening their student with the ruler, and probably a firm algebra lesson. “No one, and no one ever built a better car while exhausted.”

Arthur rolled his eyes, “But—”

“I dun car with how enthused yu are, there’s a chasm in the ground to distinguish between work and recharge time. Your brains a battery, and batteries need recharge – or they get replaced. Aw’right?” Lance jabbed at Arthur’s chest, getting the point across the way Lance did when he was cross. “Down time is still werk, yu werk hard restin’. It’s important.”

Arthur droned out, “Yus, Uncle Lance.”

Vivi swooped in and threw an arm around Arthur’s shoulders. “And that’s why we’re gatherin’ at my place. Nothing but ‘no doing’ going on there. No cars, or parts, or pieces to tinker with.” Arthur nearly tumbled but Vivi kept him upright. “Complete bores-ville.”

A thin smile tugged at Arthur’s cheeks. “Whatever you say.”

Lance nodded, as if he won an argument – which he probably did. “Yu see to that.” He was about to move away, but leaned back toward the two. “Ah, and no work on the van, either.” Then, he took his leave.

Arthur stuttered and quivered as his Uncle left. “But… the tools need to be reconditioned, or they might turn against it!” Vivi pulled him by the collar, hauling him off. On the way, she grabbed the satchel off the boxes.

“You can still look at it. They did a fine job, you’ll never know it was crushed once they get the paint redone—”

A distant roar bellowed out from the owner’s office, “WHAT?!”

“Exaggeration!” Vivi hooted back. “C’mon Art, nourishment awaits!”

Arthur hadn’t gotten his feet squared off or organized, he skipped on his heel as she dragged him across the work room. “Whoa, hold up! Vi! Mercy! Mercy!”

The Mystery Skulls van sat at the back of Kingsman Mechanics, the location used primarily by delivery and staff parking. In the lead paced Mystery, with Vivi and the screaming Arthur trailing. Once Arthur spied the vehicle with its refurbished side, he magically regained his balance and began leading Vivi by her sweater. He had stars in his eyes, for once.

“Oh wow, you can hardly tell it was crushed.” Arthur’s phone chimed, and when he stopped dragging the blue girl to fish the device from his vest pocket to check the screen. The message read:

“WHAT?!??!?!?!?!?!?”

Arthur coughed and texted back.

Beside the van, Vivi raised the hand holding the packages. “I dunno, it might be more seamless when we get the new paint done.” She posed beside the side, arms flung high. “I can’t wait to see the design.”

Arthur cringed down, with a grin. He slipped the phone back into its pocket. “Yeah, can’t wait to show off the new colors. Hmm.” He looked aside.

Off and away from the two, Mystery was sniffing around the parking lot. Once he gave the clear, he barked and rejoined his colleagues.

“And look, we got windows in the back now.” Vivi escorted Arthur to the aforementioned updates, showing the windows. “Surprise!”

Arthur gaped. “Oh, awesome. Now we can witness the angry mob chasing us out of town.”

Vivi waved a finger. “Don’t forget, the creepy monsters we can’t deal with. Won’t that be fun?”

“Ooh-dles.” The back doors swept open, and Arthur retreated back five steps.

Lewis leaned out. “You guys are really loud.”

Arthur shuffled over to the doors and examined the fitted panel. “One way?”

“And reinforced,” Vivi chimed. She handed off the satchel to Lewis. “Is it okay?”

Arthur shrugged. “I’m not opposed to it. Hey Lew.”

“Sup.”

Inside the van and along both walls laid long, flat boxes. The label read industrial shelving, and one was already opened. Metal bars and packing sheets littered the floor. On the end of one box, Lewis set out the food cartons from the package.

“I’m gunna miss the cuvees,” Arthur mentioned. Vivi was busy wiping his hand off with a rag and some ninety-nine, even though he didn’t work on the floor since his meeting.

“Yeah,” she hummed. “But we lost inventory, and stuff would get crammed in the back and forgotten. We never cleaned them.”

He toed one of the boxes with his sneaker. “I’ll modify these, so nothing goes flying off while you’re driving.” Lewis had relocated to the front seat and snorted, a little flame curled off his shoulder. “Someone did bring in catering today. You didn’t have to come abduct me.”

Vivi was already digging in, eating some chicken with sauce. “I wanted to show off the van. And we had to dump it off anyway, so you can load up supplies.” She pulled over the portable ice chest and popped the lid. “You gunna be able to do that on your own?”

There was no sound, but Arthur did catch the faint movement of Lewis as he glanced over the bench seat. “Yeah, I’ll be good. I didn’t feel like wearing it today.” He leaned over and snagged a drink from the cooler, the ice was melting and the canister damp. “I was replacing a servo and Gally, bless his hamster instincts, decided to gnaw through the circuit board.”

Vivi nearly choked. “He what?! Is he okay?” Mystery had curled up beside her, and raised his head, horrified. “He’s usually such a good helper.”

“Yeah. I must’ve fucked up the current or something. He hates that.”

Mystery rested his chin back onto his paws. Yeah, that sucks. Arthur made that mistake once before, and it turned Galahad into a round fluff.

While they ate, Vivi pulled out a notepad and wrote out what equipment they could use tonight. Their meetup wasn’t directly off the work lane, there would be movies and not much else going on but ignoring the movies – or complaining how unrealistic the movies were. For the most part, she wanted to discuss more work centered stuff, and perhaps do something about the cluttered closet that held predominately junk stuff. She insisted on using the words ‘stuff’ and ‘things’ without remorse.

There was likewise a separate list for movies they could stream or buy, or pirate.

“You can put more down,” Arthur mentioned, as he tried to work through the veggies someone insisted he have. “Uncle’ll help me. He’ll be working late tonight.”

“Lemme get this straight,” Lewis spoke, “he won’t let you work overtime, but he will.”

“It’s his business. He can do whatever he wants,” Arthur retorted. “And people had better not start seeing your spooky shadow ‘round. We get enough problems with jackasses showing up trying to get copycrap over my spec designs, I don’t want Spectral Seekers showin’ up, harassing Uncle Lance for a crummy show.”

Lewis leaned back over the bench seat. “I was bored, okay?”

“Bored?!” Arthur spat. “Was that today, or when—”

Mystery barked.

“Art! It’ll be fine,” Vivi proclaimed. “That was one time, we figured it out. After this, we’re goin’ straight back to my place to set up. Cool?”

Arthur made a face and deflated. He poked at his food and sipped his drink, but just a bit. He avoided raising his eyes or checking the front of the van. “Hmm. Yeah. We’ll just… the guys need to stay focused.”

Lewis hunched down in his seat. “I wasn’t tryin’ to be a ‘presence’, it’s hard being all cooped up.”

Arthur fixed his legs, readjusting them along with his hunched posture. “Sure. I get that.”

Once everyone got settled, or stewing, Vivi relaxed and resumed poking at a salad. That wasn’t too bad, but she wondered if it was always like this, or when this all started. They were talking again, the progress was slow but any amount she appreciated. Then again, maybe it wasn’t them. Maybe it was… her.

Before the break could be called a success, Vivi helped Arthur bring down one of the boxes packed with equipment and stowed it in the van. The spare bike was stashed in the van, and Lewis helped Vivi pull her eco-friendly, short distance transport out before he evaporated in a plume of flames. Likely, to attach himself to the flashlight stored in the side pocket of her backpack. She clicked on the light to confirm for Arthur, Lewis wasn’t hanging around.

“Let me know if you’re running late or anything comes up,” she stated, while Arthur double checked that the van was secure and latched tight.

“I’ll remember,” Arthur replied. They said farewells, and he returned to the garage of Kingsman Mechanics, with Mystery by his side.

The remainder of Arthur’s shift whirred by in a steady momentum, cranking out the vehicles on his roaster. It was a little before closing when he scrawled out the end time of his last assignment, on the task chalkboard on the work floor wall. He might actually make it to Vivi’s before she began with the texting. It’d be fun to wait outside and just hang out, until the first one chimed off.

Following one brief shower, Arthur got busy in his work room packing some fresh clothing for the next day. A separate bag sat reserved for parts, if he got around to the easier aspects to his arm and trying out the new cooling system – it was rather clunky and added weight – though, keeping the circuits at a controlled temperature kept rotors from overheating. A vent would be a nice benefit, but he needed a sealed compartment; a difficult feat in a multisegmented apparatus.

While Arthur went around the work room browsing for items he needed, Mystery was satisfied with dozing on the couch. It was only when Arthur hauled out the travel cage for Galahad, that spurred interest from Mystery. Arthur went to the hamster terrarium and located his caramel colored companion in his nest.

“Well get this stuff downstairs and get that flatcart,” Arthur explained.

Mystery was already nosing the door to the room open. He glanced back at Arthur, ear twitching. You got that okay?

“Lead the way.” He claimed the terrarium under his one arm and went with Mystery, to the ground floor.

The lights around the corner blazed bright, but the sounds from the work floor approached subdued. By now it was well past five, and shutters barred out noises from the open road across from the carport. He hardly saw anyone as he went for a flat cart parked by supplies. Mystery hopped onto the panel and rode it, while Arthur guided it back to the corridor. Loading up his gear was a piece of cake, and he was making good time. He’d park the flatbed cart by the employee access and bring the van around, and leave the cart in parts for whoever needed it next.

Only a last cluster of technicians remained in the garage, upon his departure. A few closing out some diagnostics or working with one of the trainees. Arthur exited through the back and locked the employee access. The last order of business was a quick text to Uncle, reminding him to lock the deadbolt.

Score! No messages from Vivi, yet.

It was almost a shock for Arthur when he arrived at the door to the apartment, and it opened to reveal Vivi. He shouldn’t really be surprised, why would someone not ‘living’ in her apartment answer the door. The fragrance of sugar and popcorn swept out.

“Holy cakes, I was about to start texting,” she cheered. “Did Uncle Lance kick you out?”

“Naw,” Arthur grinned. Mystery nudged the back of his legs. “Did you need any help setting up?” He and Vivi had to give space for Mystery, the dog shoved his way on through and went straight for the kitchen. “More important, do you ever feed him?”

Vivi sighed. She was already gathering up Arthur’s bags. “He had a whole chicken today.”

Arthur grabbed the terrarium and stood, the cage nestled under his arm. The Plexiglas box wasn’t heavy nor cumbersome, even so, he lingered at the threshold watching as Vivi retreated within. He glanced away and toed at the edge of the door jam. When he raised his gaze, Vivi was still there and quiet, a patient smile tugging the edge of her lips. She nodded toward the living room.

His feet shuffled across the entry. Noises came from within, the sort you’d expect to curl forth from a kitchen. “A whole chicken? Wow. Isn’t that something.” The sounds didn’t pause or hush a bit, as he scooted through the corridor.

Finally, he poked his head into the kitchen. “Are you doing spicey stuff?”

As expected, Lewis was at the stove with a pot and spatula looking guilty. “No?”

“I’m gunna start sneezing.”

Lewis shrugged. “It’ll clear up your allergies.”

“I don’t have allergies.”

Vivi relocated to the living area to deposit Arthur’s gear, and swung back. She was dressed casually, not her typical skirt or sweater, but her clothing was certainly on the poofy side, and clearly comfy. “Are you gonna start arguing again?”

Woof?

“We’re not arguing,” Lewis defended, swinging the spatula.

“This is a conversation,” Arthur affirmed. He went ahead and followed Vivi. He set Galahad’s terrarium under the end table in the corner of the room and popped the lid.

“Whatever you call it, I’m not refereeing.”

Lewis cackled. “Purge initiated.”

Off center of Vivi’s living area, the other end table was situated with a television on top, with wires hooked from it to the laptop sitting on the floor. In the corridor to the bedroom, the closet door was open and some of the boxes within left on the floor. The door was pulled back fully, permitting Arthur to view some of the items left out of containment, wedged on the shelves within. He shuddered.

A cacophony of popping erupted from within the kitchen, and Lewis swished around the large pot upon the burner. “Wanna get a movie going, and we can start looking through the stuff?” he proposed. “I did some homemade candy.”

“Mmm!” Vivi hummed. “These gummies are really ugly, but they’re tasty.”

“That’s what happens when you don’t use molds.” Lewis brought up a plate with wax paper, and little colorful globs topped. They were ugly as heck, Arthur noted. In a large bowl, Lewis poured out a whole kettle of corn from the pot he was using. The fluffy kernels were still glistening with melted sugar, steam shimmered across the lumpy peak.

Likewise on the counter, there sat two fire extinguishers. Arthur supposed they could pack one or both in the van. He wondered if she bought both, or if one came with the apartment.

“Arthur.” He shook his head and looked to Vivi. “Can you get a movie going? I gotta boot up my laptop.”

The couch was already dressed with blankets and extra pillows. It kind of reminded him of the old times, like nothing changed. He took his seat beside the chair arm, near where he put Galahad’s travel cage. He took the ball of fluff from his little nest and set him up on the back of the couch. Mystery thundered onto the couch and gave the hamster a close look over.

Opening credits ended for the introduction, and the movie began. Vivi planted herself beside Mystery, and Lewis was last to join with the bowl of popcorn and plate of gooies. Vivi took a handful of popcorn and started eating, along with one of those gooey treats from the plate now set on the back of the couch. Galahad was wheeling his way over, but Mystery lay his head in the way.

“I was thinking,” she said, and swallowed. Lewis left the popcorn in her care and revisited the kitchen. “We’ll be off on another assignment, and doing whatever cases we want on the way. But we have all this stuff, and it’s kind of starting to pile up.”

“Right,” Arthur muttered. “You could just dump it off on Duet.” He took the bowl she passed and tried the popcorn. It was good, salty and sweet. Lewis came back over and handed off some drinks to him and Vivi. “Uh, thanks.”

“Don’t you think I tried?” Vivi licked her fingers and went to typing on the laptop. “We get duplicates and we got fake crap, some of it is legit. Yeah Lew?”

He nodded. “Some of it gives me the heebie-jeebies. Don’t like that.”

“I’ve been checking some blogs and people,” Vivi went on, tucking the unopened bottle beside her hip. “I have harmless crud, that’d make for good props for research. That stuff can go to whoever, but Duet doesn’t want duplicates or reproductions.”

Arthur popped the cap to his beverage and took a sip. “I’ll leave that to you bunch then. I didn’t want much to do with it then, and not really much now.”

“That’s cool,” Vivi assured, with a smile. “You had some heavy run-ins with some of this crap, and I don’t blame you.” She plopped the laptop onto Arthur’s lap and got off the couch.

A timer went off, and Lewis made his way over to the kitchen. “Should be good to say farewell, though? Eh, Art?”

“Yeah.” He reached over to the popcorn bowl and grabbed a kernel, which he delivered to the hamster sitting on Mystery’s head. “No goo junk,” he commanded. “We don’t want to give Mystery a haircut, ‘cuz of some gummy stuff.” Mystery delivered and expression of utter petrification.

Then it hit Arthur, while Vivi was pulling out a plastic crate from within the closet. “Shit. I forgot the equipment.”

“Que s’eso?”

“The equipment.” Arthur took the plate of small, browned marshmallow meringues Lewis handed over. “Um, I was supposed to finalize it. Make sure I’ve got it all stabilized and tuned.” He and Lewis held a painfully long stare. “I wasn’t planning on testing that crap on you. Though, it’d certify if my handywork was thorough.”

“No.”

Vivi set the crate down on the floor and browsed through a few clay figures, among them bundled tissue paper and bubble wrap. “That’s fine, we’ll get to that another day.”

Arthur sucked in some air beside his teeth. “Meh. It was my thing to do, while you guys did yours. Fuck.” He sat a moment, debating if there was something else he could do if he wasn’t preoccupied with his go to task. There was the tinkering work on his arm, but he recalled some of the tools for that was left in the boxes he meant to pack. Aside from eating, which he now was not in the mood for, he didn’t have much else to do but watch bad movies.

“It’s not late, I can swing over and grab ‘em.”

“Or you could just let it go, and have a weekend to relax,” Vivi indicated. She leaned on the couch beside his legs. “I wasn’t serious with getting a head start on this, so that stuff can wait. Right?”

Lewis took the plate of gummies off the couch back, before Galahad could crawl into them. “Is this gunna be a bother for you all evening?”

Arthur sighed. “Yeah. Threw off my groove and everything.” He pouted. “It won’t take any time at all. Zoom over and back. It’s not a lot to gather up either, I don’t wanna put it off though.”

Vivi stood up. “Fine. I’m not like, your other boss or anything.” She tried the meringue thing. “Are these burnt?”

“They fucking are,” Lewis rasped.

“But they’re good anyway. I love burnt marshmallows.”

“Not helping.” Lewis pointed down at Arthur. “I’m going with.”

“Why?” both Arthur and Vivi exclaimed. Mystery woofed. Lewis looked from Vivi to Arthur.

“To… help? Is there… a reason why I shouldn’t?”

Vivi stuttered, “No – not… it’s up to Arthur.”

All up to him. Yay. Arthur set the laptop aside and got off the couch. “Sure, fine, it’s cool. Let’s go so we can get back.” He went to the entry way, twirling intermittently through his strides to call, “Keep an eye on Gally, huh? I want him eating normal hamster things.” Lewis nearly ran into him on their way down the corridor.

They were already headed out the door, when Vivi answered, “He’ll be good— Gally! Mystery! Not the gummies! No!”

By all appearances, the garage was vacant of life and sat with impenetrable silence, scarcely an aura of habitation. Vehicles huddled abandoned, the tools cold and still at long last following a brutal and arduous workday. Upon one soldering table stood a partially drained Styrofoam cup, a stray draft teased a greasy rag hung over the handlebar of a flat cart. Light flickered over the listless machinery, in the deepest reaches of the shop strange shadows carved burrows into deserted spaces. Aside from those minute scraps of animation, nothing stirred within Kingsman Mechanics. However, appearances are deceitful.

The small access doorway for shipments betrayed the established stillness. The knob twisted one way slowly, then the other gradually, a faint tick-tick twittered from the key chamber. Tick-tick… tick! The dead bolt swept sideways with genuine dedication, and the latch barked loose.

A brief reprieve followed, insisting that nothing was amiss and all was complacent, ordinary, and drab. Then, the faithful metal panel eased an inch, enough to allow a swollen lump to squeeze through. The squishy bulb observed the blanket of unremarkable matter. Off from the doorway, the blocky stacks of supplies and barren pallets, a tarp and some other obscure items, industrial shelving and other blocky shapes.

Through the doorway extended a small cylinder, and with a click the glaring slate of light glittered through the interior room, skewering the gloom and incriminating the present occupants. Hubcaps, a flatbed cart, opened boxes and packing materials strewn on the floor. Cold metal sleeping in the dark, oblivious boxes, and not a conscious soul in sight.

The vague shape eased through the slither of doorway and let the panel whisper shut at their back. Once within fully, they doused the light and let their eyes adjust to the swollen murk. With practiced grace they moved from delivery, and inched onto the work floor. Some dull glow did enter through the front windows of Kingsman Mechanics, illuminating the barest of outlines upon workstations and patient vehicles. They moved through the garage meticulously, pausing only to listen and grasp their environment through hearing, and their intuition. It hadn’t failed them yet.

Parts and easily mobile machinery were everywhere, some adding up into the thousands if packed carefully into the duffle bag slung over their arm. None of it had substantial value, only a temporary check to drop in the bucket. They followed the wall, clicking on the flashlight and capping the front to stifle the blast of light. There was no rush, if they couldn’t find it tonight, there was always next week. It would mean stake out and observe for changes, but a task amended without issue or too much delay. Better safe than sorry. Maybe the gear wasn’t here at all, and this was a waste of time. They wouldn’t know until a thorough search was launched. But all night lay ahead.

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the-evil-authoress · 4 years

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GX Month Day 9: “Born to be Bad”

Inherently evil, brainwashed, misguided, or misunderstood. GX boots a colorful cast of villainy. Who’s your favorite bad guy?

Ookay. So this prompt almost didn’t happen because the internet went on the fritz. (I do all my writing on Google Docs cuz Microsoft is expensive and free word processors are kinda crappy.) Luckily it’s back and I should be back on track for tomorrow.

Without further ado, let’s dive into Judai and Yubel’s backstroy!

Headcanon: Yubel got sealed into stone by ancient mages while wandering around on Earth.

They cannot keep track of time, only that they can feel him, their darkness, return and expire over and over and over. And they can do nothing, trapped here like this, their body, their soul, their sight imprisoned by stone. How many centuries has it been? How many times could they have protected their darkness if only they were not trapped in this prison? They have lost count. Counting drove them mad.

“-Yubel…”

A voice. Daylight finally pierces through the stone as their eyes open. They squint, eyes burning. This place is so full of color, but it is not the outdoors like they thought. They stand in a building full of colorful shelves. A miniature sun hangs from the ceiling.

“Wow! You pulled a rare one!”

They jump at the new voice, claws raised and prepared to fight. They will not go back to the stone! They will protect their darkness!

No spell or weapon is thrown at them. A man leans over a child’s shoulder.

That child--

“My Darkness!” At last! They reach out as their darkness jerks to look at them. How long has it been since they’ve been able to touch, able to hold him? Their hand passes right through his arm.

What? With watery vision, they look at their claws; through their scales, they can see the floor.

“-right there! The monster on the card!” Their darkness points at them with tiny finger, looking up to the man.

“Hahah, no, sorry, I don't see anything.”

No. No, no! What has become of their body?! Their darkness grips a piece of colored parchment in hand, their own image etched across its surface where traces of the magic that sealed them in stone still lingers.

They’ve traded one prison for another.

“My Darkness,” they choke, and he turns to face them once more. He’s so tiny, so vulnerable. How are they supposed to protect him in this useless incorporeal state? They will do it. They’ll find a way. Miracle or curse, something has brought them back to their darkness, and they will protect him however they can in penance for all the years lost. Ghostly wings wrap around their tiny darkness as large eyes full of wonder gaze up at them. He looks so much like back then, the first time. “I will protect you.” It’s a promise, like the promise he made to them so long ago.

Their darkness smiles, blinding beautiful, and Yubel cries.

“Why do you call me that?” their darkness asks, legs swinging as he sits in a chair far too large for his tiny body, colorful parchment - cards, these are called cards - spread out on the table before him. There are other ghostly visages whose faces appear on the cards; Yubel bares their fangs and the others stay away from them, but their darkness urges them to ‘play nice’. Ghostly claws comb through his hair and the message remains clear: he is MINE.

“Do you not remember?” Yubel tilts their head. The others are not bothering the two of them today; they have their darkness to themself.

Their darkness mirrors the action, frowning. “What am I supposed to remember?”

What...?

No. How can this be? Their darkness has always remembered them. How long has it been? What happened while they were imprisoned? The magic here is so thin, almost nonexistent. When Yubel had last been free, the magic still flowed rich and thick. Now it feels like a dry well with only drops remaining. The seal that binds them to their image on cardstock is pitifully weak, and yet Yubel does not have the resources to break it. They cannot even take their full form. Or perhaps their body remains trapped in stone while their soul is here? They cannot tell.

Their darkness still stares at them, head cocked and waiting as patiently as his tiny, fidgety body can manage. There are too many ways to answer that question. Where does Yubel even begin? Just trying to think about putting all of it into words hurts. “What shall I call you?” they hear themself ask.

Their darkness perks. “My name is Judai so call me that.”

“...Judai.” How many names have they called their darkness? They’ve forgotten. There have been so many. But this name feels right in their mouth, like it belongs there. “Judai. My Judai.”

“My Yubel.” Judai laughs, and they feel such a surge of pride and love well up within them.

Memories or not, this will never change.

Everyone that dares hurt their Judai, everyone that dares come between them is punished. Yubel may not have their body, but their power still remains. They can sink their claws into an adversary’s mind and rip it asunder, rendering it broken and useless. They do not understand why their Judai screams and shakes - They were trying to hurt you. It’s better this way.

“It’s you, isn’t it?”

Yubel tilts their head as their Judai stops in the middle of the sidewalk. The hospital looms behind them and Yubel still doesn’t understand why their Judai insists on coming here, why those people that tried to hurt him and separate them deserve so much of their Judai’s thoughts.

“You’re the one who’s doing this.”

Yubel doesn’t need him to elaborate. His thoughts are full of the people that lie in hospital beds behind them. Why? Why, why, why? Why do you waste so much love on them? Didn’t you promise me?

“To protect you.”

Their Judai’s thoughts take a sharp turn as he spins toward them. “I don’t want you to protect me anymore!”

Yubel reels back at the outbursts, at the pain anger hate in their Judai’s eyes. “They hurt you-”

“We were playing a game!”

“They tried to separate us-”

“Stop it! Just stop it!” There are tears in their Judai’s eyes. Yubel doesn’t - can’t - understand. “No one talks to me anymore. They all stare at me like I’m some kind of monster. You won’t even let the duel spirits near me! Do you know how lonely it is?!”

Their anger flares. How dare their Judai talk about loneliness?! They were the one alone for centuries, trapped in stone! They are together now! Their Judai should have no need for such sentiments! “Everything I have ever done was for you!” Yubel roars.

“GO AWAY!” Judai screams, turns on his heel, and runs.

They bury themself far deep into whatever space they exist when not watching over their darkness. Maybe it’s the stone, maybe it’s the card, they don’t know and they don’t care.

Why? Why, why, whywhyWHY?

“I’m sorry...” A tiny sniffling voice. “I didn’t mean it.”

When they finally peer out of the oblivion again, their Judai sits at his desk, swinging his legs, as colorful sticks fly across a blank page. Other colorful images adorn the desk already, and Yubel recognizes the faces.

He does remember!

No, not yet, not quite. Their Judai does not realize the significance of the images under his fingers. But the memories are there somewhere. Yubel digs.

Their Judai curls over the desk with a gasp and Yubel jerks back. No. They cannot risk hurting him. If the memories truly still exist, their Judai will find them eventually. Yubel can wait. They’ve waited this long.

They would wait an eternity more.

Willful ignorance led them here. They turned a blind eye to their Judai’s thoughts, telling themself they were giving him the space he asked for. They should have known, they should have paid attention!

“Why are you doing this to me?!” Yubel screams as strange hands carry her farther away from their Judai.

“Be safe,” Judai whispers.

They scream and thrash against the magic that binds them to this pitiful scrap of paper, but they are powerless as they are carried further and further from their Judai.

Then, it is dark and cold and they float alone.

Out here, magic flows freely. Out here, they can finally take their full form, but they still cannot shake the chains that bind them to their card.

They scream in rage and anguish. No one answers. They are alone.

Then, the burning light comes.

J̴̧̭͚͛u̵̟̽d̶̬̦̲̂̐̎̆͂ą̶̗͔̬̀i̵̫̼̝̥̼̾͑ ̷̛̹̥̲̀w̵̗̽̈́̈́̏̍h̶̻͓́̽́͒͝y̵̹̑̉ ̶̬̙̬͓̂̑͑͘͜w̶̹̮͌h̷͈͎͓͈̽̾ȳ̸̙͔̍ ̴̛͖̘̯͖̲̐̓́̚d̴̨̏́̾̒ͅȉ̶͈̠̚͠d̴̯̼̫̕ ̷̢̙̜̱͒̋ỳ̶̬̀ŏ̴̹̦̬̀̌ȕ̵̡̖͉͙̬̑ ̵̻̥͚̹̻͂̄̉̕͝d̶̖̼̖̞̦̀õ̴͍̣͉̯̣̋ ̵̢̠̟̿͆̾̾͋ͅt̷̳̠̘̣̏̕͝͠h̵̡͍̰͓͙́͛̋̓͠i̶̼̖̠̿ş̸͎̬̥͊̌ ̶̨͕̠͉͗t̸͚̪̖̥͐͐́ͅȍ̵̳͈̱̦̓ ̵͙̫̟̻̼̄͌͝m̸̛͉̊̎͘e̴̮̬̳̲̳͛͂͆ ̸̞̭̲̇̂̔̕͜ḭ̴̀t̸̺̔͊̕͠ ̵̳̎͆h̸̖̆̋̕u̸͂ͅr̸͖̄͗ẗ̴̼̪̖̘̘́̈́s̵͔̜̳̝͊̾ ̴͚̏͋͝i̶̱̮̤̔̅͑͜t̵̞͉̫͔͖̽̀ ̶̗͖̗̜͕̄ẖ̸̪̟̫͐̿̇̅u̸̧̱͎̎͛r̵̩̘̓͊̿͝͠ţ̷̗́ş̸̖̩̬͆́͝ ̷̬̈́̎͆͛ͅh̷̙͇̟̃̚͝ë̸̛́͗̾̃͜l̸̜̲̂̋͑̎͜͠ͅͅp̴̞̪̟̀ ̷̼͕̈́̍̿͜m̸̤̤̞͚͑e̸͕͍͕͔̍ ̵̜̑́J̴̺̱͕͉̈́͗̿ͅụ̶̢̹̬͑d̴̡̩̖̣̆̔̕a̴͚͉̍̎ī̵̤̬̳̞!̵̨̼̹͚̄͐

Judai wakes screaming.

The boy stands shaking under his mother’s hands. The parents look like they haven’t gotten decent sleep in weeks; the boy looks like he’s forgotten what decent sleep is. According to the parents, they’ve tried all kinds of modern medicine, therapy, and hypnosis, and the boy’s night terrors have only gotten worse. They’ve come to him as a desperate last resort.

“Can you help him?”

Sartorius taps his deck, thoughtfully. “I can try.”

The parents are perhaps too eager to leave their child alone in his care. Sartorius isn’t much more than a child himself, but it’s hard to ignore the red flag. They are probably just tired, he tells himself, and less interference is better for his concentration.

“Are you gonna make me better?” the child mumbles, clinging to the hem of his jacket.

“I’m going to try,” Sartorius says with as much gentle warmth as he can muster. “I’m Sartorius. What’s your name?”

“Judai,” the boy’s voice is a broken whisper.

Sartorius nods. “Alright, Judai. Can you tell me about your nightmares?”

Judai flinches. “She’s in pain...”

“She who?” Sartorius asks, but Judai doesn’t answer. “We’re going to do a card reading first to help me identify the source of your nightmares and what to do about them. Do you understand?”

Judai squints at the deck of cards then shakes his head.

“Would you like me to explain as I go?”

Judai shakes his head again.

“Alright.” Picking up his tarot deck, he shuffles the cards and sets them on the table once he feels they are ready to answer the question at hand. Given his limited knowledge of the issue, a simple linear pattern will do best. He lays the cards out one by one - Ten of Pentacles, The Demon, Two of Cups in reverse, Two of Swords, and Five of Cups.

Aware of the eyes that watch him, Sartorius tries not to wince. The Ten of Pentacles tends to point towards an inheritance and financial security, but that hardly fits the tone of the rest of the cards. No, Sartorius already knows this ‘inheritance’ has nothing to do with material goods, for these cards are not how he predicts but a tool to focus his foresight.

The Demon is a troubling sight. An omen of caution and, in it’s ‘past’ placement, signifies a poor choice now bringing about misfortune.

At ‘present’, the Two of Cups has been placed - in reverse. What should have been the ultimate partnership of love and trust has been flipped on its head and thrown into disarray.

Immediately following sits the Two of Swords, demanding that a decision be made.

And lastly, the Five of Cups heralds the distant future.

The current predicament involves another party that Judai likely wronged in some way. ‘She’s in pain,’ the boy said, and Sartorius is willing to believe that ‘she’ is the cause of the boy’s nightmares. Reaching for his deck again, he spreads the cards and carefully flips one over. The Queen of Swords stares up at him in reverse, and Sartorius makes his decision.

“Judai.” The boy’s eyes jerk from the cards and back up to Sartorius. “This next part may be a bit uncomfortable for you. May I touch your head?”

With wary eyes, Judai nods. Sartorius reaches out slowly, giving the boy ample time to move away if he wants. But Judai sits eerily still for a child his age, and Sartorius’ fingers make contact. Breathing in, he focuses. Foresight is not his only ability, though it is his strongest and most useful, and the only one he publicizes. It barely takes any concentration to feel another presence, another being, clawing at the edges of Judai’s mind and screaming. Sartorius nearly jerks back with a gasp.

Perhaps it’s not fair, making the decision for the child. But his parents asked Sartorius to rid Judai of the nightmares and Judai has not opposed the matter. His eyes linger on the cards spread across the table - the Queen of Swords in reverse, a trusted confidant turned madman; nothing good will come of the relationship Judai has with this being. So Sartorius reaches for another set of talismans and places his hands on Judai’s temples again. “I know how to help you.”

The eyes that stare back at him speak of countless disappointments and failures; Judai is too scared to hope, but he still closes his eyes when Sartorius asks him and lets himself be lulled into a hypnosis trance. Then Sartorius focuses his power once more, drawing the lines of a seal in his mind’s eyes as he murmurs the words to reinforce it.

The creature screams and thrashes, and Sartorius finds himself rushing over the pattern and words to prevent the seal from being broken before it’s even been finished.

“No!”

Judai’s eyes fly open just as the seal sets, tearful and glowing gold. His cry echoes the creature’s screams and, for one terrifying moment, Sartorius thinks it didn’t work. But the gold fades from the boy’s eyes and vacant brown blinks at the room before him. Judai shifts in his seat, looking around the room as if seeing if for the first time.

“Where...am I?”

“You’re in my office, Judai,” Sartorius says gently. The child’s eyes snap to him with wonder; the despondent fear from earlier has vanished. “Your parents brought you here so I could help you. Do you remember that?”

“I...” Judai stares, eyes foggy.

Oh dear.

The mind is fragile and memory fickle. The seal is patchy at best, sloppy at worst, and Sartorius sealed away far more than he intended. “It’s alright, Judai, I’ll call your parents.” Swallowing his unease, Sartorius stands. It’s for the best, he tells himself.

“He no longer remembers his nightmares,” he murmurs to the relieved parents as Judai yawns and sags against his father’s leg. “It would be best not to speak of them again.”

He tries not to feel sick as the pair spew their gratitude and offer his pay. The Five of Cups still worries him. It’s a dark omen of regret and misfortune. Perhaps it stems from the mistakes of The Demon leading to long lasting consequences.

Perhaps no matter what decision was made today, there will be consequences.

#gxmonth2020 #yubel #Judai Yuki #jaden yuki #gx #ygo gx #ygogx #yugioh gx #yugiohgx #yu gi oh gx

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kazeofthemagun · 4 years

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Have you ever seen a ghost/spirit?

Ask my muse about death

@cursedfortune

"I have. Many times. Various types. Define better." Kaze mused, gazing into the Witch's face lazily from behind his eyeglass. "...I am a summoner."

He may not have looked the part, correct, but he was. The 'savage with a gun' impression had some merit, but it was oh-so superficial. The revelation that Wind was, in fact, a mage, proved a shock to many. Often, a nasty one as they would find themselves his enemy and thus subject to the wrath of many conjured monsters.

Those beasts he called could themselves be described as "spirits", considering their primarily incorporeal nature. Espers existed as forces of nature, protectors and shapers of the Lifestream as willed into existence by the Planet. His power as a summoner involved bringing those forces out and directing them to do his bidding. His ability as the Demon Gunner involved using Soil bullets to forge physical vessels for the spirits to inhabit and act from unto the material plane.

The nature of Magun's Soil constructs, as well as Magun itself, could in simpler terms be reduced to "ghosts in the machine" - halfway artificial, halfway astral; And yet, entirely alive.

While Soil itself was spirit energy, it almost never manifested as a complete entity. To become a ghost of Soil was synonymous with possessing extraordinary will sufficient to hold the self together after death. Otherwise, the soul dissipated into the Lifestream where it became part of the grand conscious. The voice of the Lifestream itself was garbled, cacophonous - only attuned mages such as himself and select others had the insight necessary to comprehend the message behind the noise. A Soil ghost, however, could express itself independently from the Planet's current and even take on a nebulous appearance of what it was in life. He had known only three people capable of achieving such a feat, aside from himself and White Cloud, the Demon Swordsman, who manipulated his Mist soul to similar effect.

With a click of machinery he brought out the Magun, looking upon its blank Eye. For a while, nothing happened, and then the jewel flashed briefly, bright blue concealed beneath the wear of old wounds. A growl. "Nuisance. Stirs only when it wants."

"Define 'seen' as well. My summoned creatures are spirits that inhabit mechanical bodies. As such, they can be perceived with earthly sight. They can also manipulate the world physically. Not only through magic." He paused, rotating a bullet idly in his grasp. "Mages such as you and me can, however, perceive spirits with other senses. When they lack a vessel, it is quite difficult. To 'see' them with those eyes you have in your skull. No?"

#cursedfortune #[[ask response #[[headcanon

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maviemesregles · 5 years

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Once I was an Eagle

Part II has landed, my friends. I hope you enjoy it. :)

NSFW under the cut.

As always I’ll never get tired to say the words of appreciation to my beta @eclecticstarlightconnoisseur <3

Thanks for sticking with this story, guys. ♥

All the chapters can be found on AO3 as well.

Chapter I: The beginnings

Chapter II: Sassenach

Chapter III: Catharsis

Chapter IV: Lovestruck. Part I

CHAPTER V: Lovestruck. Part II

Jamie ran feeling his leg muscles burn with the effort. Endlessly long, his feet stumbling over the dry branches cracking under his feet startling forest’s inhabitants that seem not to care of his attempt to escape. They know there is no way out. He feels the slap of wet leaves on his face and scratches all over his skin. An aching hollow space inside his chest is growing bigger and bigger. Ultimately, Jamie knows his heart will be ripped out at the end. The sweat dripped down his face forming salty paths. Jamie wants to scream that it stops. He wants to fall down and beg for mercy. But something behind pushes him back further and further into the darkness. His own mother’s voice whispering “Ye didna try hard enough.”

In the end, the darkness has won. Once again he succumbs to its cold clutches.

* * *

The crisp, fresh Highland air always brings him back on track. Jamie thinks it is one of the main reasons why he feels much better when he’s in the wilderness, especially since his Mam has passed away. He enjoys the freezing early morning air, giving his skin goosebumps and his mind to think straight once again.

He shivers at the swoosh of cold wind. His toes slowly developing a bluish tinge standing on a chilly stone patio. The skies are pink aquarelle with white fluffy marshmallow clouds passing by. Jamie can hear the birds taking charge of the morning chirping away in the garden in front of him. He thinks Claire would love the view. Claire.

Jamie tiptoes back inside closing the doors behind him back facing the wall. Even if he wanted to wake her to catch the beauty of early rising he could not do it. Jamie has learned by now that Claire was a relatively light sleeper. Not by her nature but rather her professional duties. She always slept with her iPhone kept near at hand always, heard each and every message and call. Sometimes Jamie wanted to throw that technical invention through the window and see it break into small pieces. It was his only chance to see her peaceful. Her face always seemed to be concentrating, as if she was not truly asleep. But now that little crease between her eyebrows seemed to be gone.

Claire usually slept like a child with her knees brought up close to her body and wrapped up into a blanket cocoon-like, now was sprawled on her back. The mass of curls exploded into the waves all over the pillow. Like a crown, he thought. One of her breasts peeked from under the quilt, her veins cast a bluish trail over her pale skin all the way down the soft hip pressed to the mattress in its relaxed shape. Jamie was sure he knew each and one of those blue paths under her skin and could trace the map of them on her body with his eyes closed. The morning sun travelled through the thin curtains running its warm rays over Claire’s skin. There was something that came to his mind so sudden that the realisation almost knocked him down.

Sorcha.

She was his remedy from that darkness he was running from. That light he longed for so badly but could never find.

When Jamie slid under the blankets next to her she stirred just a bit but did not wake.

He could try to speak to her in English, Gaelic, French; he would even learn any other language just trying to explain what he felt. But it still would not be enough. He was falling in love. Falling in love gave him the same tickling sensation inside his belly and made him breathless as when he rode the roller coaster for the first time at the age of ten.

* * *

Half awake and drowsy I thought that my cat decided to crawl under the quilt in an attempt to beg for his morning feeding. My eyes snapped open when reality kicked in. I viewed a glorious pink sky surrounding the high mountains I saw yesterday through the window of the cottage. The sun crept along the wall, drawing knitted lines of light there. I watched the sunny glimpse run away (creation of the curtains dancing in the wind). It climbed up on the bed all the way up burying itself inside Jamie’s red hair that shone like Amber. His head found its residence in the valley between the milky white of my legs. Jamie’s lips softly touched a spot on the inner side of my thigh where three birthmarks gathered together.

“Ye ken ye have a witch mark here?” His thumb circled dark dots upon my skin.

Something that vaguely sounded like “mmmm” escaped my mouth. All of a sudden I forgot how to breathe.

“Now I ken about them too.”

The rest of the blanket was pushed aside falling to the floor with a soft whisper. It was the competing temperatures, the cool air of the room playing against my hot skin, that raised goosebumps all over me.

I tried to tell him that I am not a witch though (as if they really existed and he was going to execute me). But the words remained stuck inside my throat only letting out a moan when the velvet of Jamie’s tongue descended lower. In mere seconds, my legs began to tremble, hips instinctively rising up with want. But Jamie’s hand laid atop my stomach keeping me pinned on the mattress. A shuddering sigh left my seized lungs as Jamie flicked his tongue once, twice and then his lips closed over the sensitive flesh sucking.

The ceiling started to spin above and I closed my eyes, surrendering to the only existing thing in the world that moment - Jamie. His exploration up and down, from left to right, circling and suckling did not last long before the daylight has disappeared from the view and my cry echoed in the room.

As the real world returned and I regained my senses, I felt my breathing slowly return from short gasping breaths. Jamie's blue eyes settled on me excitedly remarking, "We have a great day ahead of us."

Jamie indeed had plans. It was hiking in fact (“it’s a must in Highlands, ye canna not do it”). Mentally I kicked myself for stopping jogging in the mornings. How big is the chance that I’m not going to be out of breath ten minutes into our nature exploration? The yoga classes where I went with Geillis was also abandoned after several weeks. “I stand enough on my feet in the surgery” I reasoned with myself (and Geillis who made a remark about having “trained arse”).

With perfectly ripe avocados on toast and cherry tomatoes for breakfast (with occasional kisses in between, Jamie tasting sweetly of orange juice and I of strong coffee) we made it outdoors.

The Highlands was dressed in autumn. The leaves were toned in shades of orange, red, and gold causing the scenery to look as if someone had spilled paint down them. Other sepia coloured leaves fell down, whispering their goodbyes to the last warm days. They rustled softly as they dropped from dry branches bidding their farewells. I remembered as a child I liked collecting star-shaped maple leaves, creating a bouquet of reddish-brown remnants of summer. I used to put them between the pages of my Dad’s books in his office. Usually, he would find them days later and smile at me. Together we would take them out and stick into the notebook I had. We did that each autumn until my blue notebook was left behind. As well as the life of my parents when uncle Lamb turned the keys to close the door of our London house. That way he locked away my childhood forever.

Jamie was a walking book of legends and stories. Since we left the cottage he was telling me all kinds of things I’ve never even heard about. He made a remark that I should be ashamed I live in Scotland and only heard about the Loch Ness Monster.

“Have ye ever heard about Kelpies?”

“No, I haven’t,” I shook my head clinging to Jamie’s forearm for support when we passed a muddy puddle.

“Kelpies were said to take the form of a horse. They could also take a human form. They would use their beauty to lure people to climbing upon them before being taking them into the water, not to be seen again.”

“Charming.” I grimaced.

“Dinna fash, I willna let them take ye.” Jamie laughed grabbing me by the waist before I was trapped under his lips.

The cool mid-autumn air slightly burned inside of my throat when I inhaled too deeply. Not being used to such fresh, crisp sensation I coughed feeling my eyes water. Jamie who walked next to me, kicking the leaves with his shoes, squeezed my hand softly.

“Yer okay, mo nighean donn?”

I liked the sound of the Gaelic he spoke sometimes. His ability to fluidly incorporate it into his speech when he spoke to me made me long to hear it even more. Made me long for him. There was something about the way he sounded. The soft lilt of his voice, the deepness of his accent with a trace of huskiness that poisoned my blood with curiosity and mystery. I was dying to know what he was saying but also wished it to remain a secret. But I could not resist.

“Jamie, what you just said, what does it mean?”

Jamie stopped turning me to face him. His warm breath travelled upon my skin as his forehead leaned to meet mine. He smiled lips curling into a soft shape.

“It means my brown-haired lass.”

“Rather a dull colour I always thought,” I whispered, the pink blooming in my cheeks.

His lips brushed mine. Hands tangling around his neck, I kissed back, fingers running along with the soft curls on his nape.

“No,” Jamie’s finger gently touched a stray curl on my cheek. “No, not dull at all. It’s like the water in a burn, the way it ruffles down the rocks. Dark in the wavy spots with wee bits of auburn when the sun touches it.”

I knew this wasn’t just a crush on him. I was well and truly smitten. There was such a serenity when he was around that I could not imagine how should I carry on if he suddenly disappeared. My heart was swelling with my feelings growing with something that one day I could name as love. And I was unquestionably petrified but with him, there was nothing I could be afraid of.

Every time he looked at me like that, the world seemed to stop.When he kissed me, I felt breathless as if all the air from my lungs. His presence, his being was stretching throughout my whole body wrapping around my heart and cradling my soul between his hands. How could I not be falling in love with this man?

Jamie softly kissed her temple when she closed her eyes. His heart leapt as he held her like that. They stood there in the middle of nowhere, with the mountain rising above them, golden leaves falling down. They were spiralling all the way to the ground as the signs of a bright future life holds for them. The way Claire’s body melted into his, her chin rested at the crook of his neck, Jamie’s hands holding her waist tightly. It was more intimate than anything else they’d done already.

“Claire, about what ye said yesterday,” He spoke quietly into her hair. “Do ye really feel that way?”

Her words echoed in his fevered mind. ‘I fancy you. Very much.’

She nodded.

A romantic inside Jamie wanted to tell her that he loved her from the first moment Claire’s solid head bumped into him but he nodded back tightening his grip on her.

The mountains rose high into the blue. We passed fields with yellowish grass, still wet with morning dew making our shoes damp; It was a glorious expanse of dried grass softly rustling in the wind bending over where we walked creating a pathway.

When my fingers became cold and numb from the freezing Highlands wind Jamie untangled our hands to share the pocket of his jacket with me. We ate a tuna sandwich and vinegar crisps on the wooden bench that stood in the valley near an abandoned cabin. Jamie spilled half of our coffee from the tumbler he prepared. I stifled a need to laugh at him, my thumb gently sweeping away sandwich crumbs from his lower lip. My lips chapped from the wind but Jamie’s touch soothed the burning sensation.

“Ye ken that Loch Lomond,” Jamie pointed to the left where in the distance a great lake stretched out. “Is the largest water lake in British Isles?”

“It surely looks like it,” I smiled looking at the dark water on the horizon. “How do you know so much?”

Jamie chuckled speeding up in front of me to let me pass in safety then, with the help of his steady hand.

“I grew up in the countryside, Sassenach. That’s where I belong. That’s what I love. A Scot must know his history.”

“You know, you would be one of those Highlander warriors in the past for sure.” Laughing, I pinched his biceps.

When we reached the blanket of trees at the base of the mountain, the sun started to go down in the horizon. The sky almost vanished in the forest leaving us with small glimpses of the blue coming through the thickness of pines above us. We took at least a hundred awful selfies during our four-hour hike. I spied a flower that bloomed in all possible shades of purple. Crouching down, I took a picture of it so I could look it up later.

I heard the leaves rustling under Jamie’s feet when he appeared next to me holding out his phone.

“I, er… I... I need to take a pish,” Jamie announced shyly. “Dinna want to drop it down the rocks”

“Smart.” I chuckled hiding his iPhone into the depths of my jeans pocket.

The mist started to gather around covering the ground with a smoky quilt. I inhaled fresh air perfumed with the rich fragrances of the trees and plants. It was filled with a promise of coming rain clouds ready to burst any moment. I mentally estimated how long we have to get to the cottage before we got soaking wet.

The buzz of Jamie’s phone took me out of my thoughts. Not sure what to do, I fished it out my pocket.

“Jamie, you got a text!” I shouted into the tall trees startling a lonely bird from the bush.

“Who’s it from?” His voice echoed back somewhere from the left.

Hesitating for a few seconds I looked down at the screen to see the message. Involuntarily my eyes ran along two lines of letters.

“How are u, mo ghraidh? Dougal popped by, said he canna reach ye, it was urgent. I guessed ye didna have a connection there. Xx.”

The box From said Jen with two emojis -a heart and a house. It was Jenny.

“It’s your sister.” I handed him the phone when he came out brushing off the pine needles from his pants.

When we were going down I wondered what those words meant that Jenny had called him. It was something he’d said to me once before. While Jamie was telling me something about the castle that we could see from our path I googled the meaning of Gaelic that I could not understand.

It said, “My love” and my heart sank down my chest and then almost broke free out of it ready to burst with happiness.

My love.

* * *

The countryside stretched itself around us in brown, golden and burgundy stains of colours. The hills rolled in soft waves of yellow grass meeting the ground in the valleys with hidden flora.

We walked back in companionable silence holding our hands, fingers securely tangled together, not breaking that needed contact between us.

When there was less than a kilometre until we get to the house the grey skies grumbled with anger. The heavy clouds no longer wanted to wait and cold drops started to fall down as gunfire. In no time it turned into a heavy storm soaking the ground beneath us until it was soft and slippery under our feet. The downpour of water felt icy cold and we had to run lest we get completely wet. The wind howled muting our laughs but for once in the longest time, I felt reckless and happy.

Jamie went to the bedroom peeling off his clothes that stuck to the skin. I followed in suit, not wishing to catch a cold and left a damp pile of clothes on the floor. While I had the time I filled the bathtub with steaming water. Turning off the main light the room went into the warm glow of the candles I’d managed to find in the cabinet in the living room. They were half used, the wax melted into peculiar figures. I had placed them in the corners near the windows and popped a couple on the bathtub sides. Sliding down the water, my eyes closed at the feeling of heat soaking into me. I physically could feel each muscle in my body relax and become numb, limp.

Jamie stood in a doorway looking at me quietly. In this light, he reminded me of a Greek statue. He was beautifully made. With long, graceful bones and flat muscles that flowed smoothly from the curves of chest and shoulder to the slight concavities of belly and thigh. He was fair with bits of freckles but slightly touched by the sun, toned in a way that reminded me floral honey.

“Come here,” I spoke quietly lifting my hand up from the depths of the water.

He walked over slowly, stepping gracefully as a cat, not breaking our gaze. I felt a tight knot in the bottom of my belly starting to ache just by looking at him. Soon his boxers were left aside together with the puddle of my clothes. The water raised slightly when Jamie got in, sitting behind me, my back pressed to his chest. His hands roamed on the water slick sides of my thighs and my head dropped down his shoulder. I hummed an appreciative ‘hmmm’ at his touch. It felt soothing and much needed after our long hike.

“I must tell ye something, Sassenach.” His voice sounded husky. It was the tone that pulled at the deepest strings inside me. “I’m sure ye bewitched me. Cause for God’s sake I canna imagine how I managed to live without ye before.”

My head turned slightly to the left as my lips had found the column of his neck. I loved to touch him. But not just in a sexual way. Being with him, simply existing in the same space, in a distance of millimetres of each other. This became my everyday dose of oxygen. I craved him. All of him. Including his soul and heart and all of his body. He seeped deep into my being and would remain there forever I was sure of it. And I could not remember life before him anymore. As it simply could not be there without James Fraser. I ached for him every time we separated and I would be a damn fool to deny that.

“I think I can’t imagine that either,” I whispered kissing my way down his torso. When he was well-loved with my lips, my mouth and hands Jamie pulled me up cradling my face between his palms.

“I could love ye, Claire. I could love ye well.”

I exhaled feeling his moist full lips tracing my collarbone. When Jamie lifted me up from the water that became our shelter of warmth and my hands circled around his neck I remembered.

When Jamie kissed the tip of my nose I remembered twisting my ankle two years ago on the slippery grocery store tile after the rain.

When his hands held me tightly, the drops scattering off my body I remembered calling first Geillis asking to bring me to A&E.

When Jamie’s lips softly touched my forehead I remembered that I called Frank but he did not pick up being busy at the meeting.

When Jamie passed the first stair I remembered I stayed home and felt lonely.

When Jamie’s lips dragged down my neck I remembered that Frank had left to the conference in London saying that he’d call me several times a day to check on me.

When Jamie gently laid me down the bed I remembered feeling awfully lonely despite Frank’s words of reassurance and support, calls and promise to come back soon.

When Jamie’s thumb brushed over my nipple I remembered feeling empty.

When Jamie held me I felt safe. And when he leaned in to kiss me I whispered into his lips.

“I could love you too. I could love you well.”

#outlander #once i was an eagle #outlander fic #outlander fanfic #maviemesregles #jamie x claire #jamie fraser #claire beauchamp #the frasers #modern au #these babies

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Killer ⛧

A/N: i hope you guys like this one :') this is complete angst so enjoy! <3

warning: this has mentions of shootings so please don't read if you don't like that.

Leonardo x reader

~my biggest mistake wasn’t falling in love, it was falling for someone that didn’t love me back. i guess i was desperate, i wanted the love you so frivolously gave to others for myself. but that’s life, you live and you learn. no matter how painful it is~

His brain was ricocheting against his skull, his eyes blindly looking around him to see...a glass cage. Around his body was a blanket, the one he shared with Y/N. A growl left his lips as he got up, feeling his blood drip from his temple and landing on his shoulder. But his anger was focused on something else...most specifically...someone.

"Y/N!" Leonardo yelled, his fists thumping against the wall. But no matter how much he tried, it wouldn't budge underneath his sheer strength. One final push and he grunted, slamming the wall with his hands. He was beginning to panic, the walls around him seem to close in on him.

'NO! You gotta breathe, remember what Master Splinter taught you'.

His eyes stung at the remembrance of his father, would he ever get to see them again? Would he ever get to see his daughter again? He squeezed his eyes closed, remembering her sweet innocent face. The day she was born was the happiest day of his life, Leo wanted a more traditional japanese name but you had suggested for something more modern, still incorporating the japanese culture. He had no issue, he agreed simply because the name had suited his little girl so well.

His thoughts were interrupted when he smelt the familiar scent of her perfume. His head shot up and she appeared, her smile pulled sweetly on her painted lips. You sat nonchalantly on a desk, eyes trained on the mutant turtle in front.

"Yes?" You asked, your tone of voice relatively calm despite the chaos growing in your mind. "What am I doing in here?" He growled, his patience wearing thin as the seconds dribbled by. He didn't want to believe this, his lover could be a murderer. But the signs were all there, what else did he need?

"I locked you in, how else would you listen to me?" You grinned, hopping off the table you were perched upon. He shook his head, turning around and pacing the small area he was given.

"You killed them, didn't you?" Leo spoke bluntly, looking straight at you. How was you so damn calm despite everything going on? How were you so relaxed when you locked him in a cage?

"You gotta speak up baby, I can't-"

"You killed them, didn't you?" He spoke louder, his words cutting through his heart like bullets. 'please say no, please say no'

You paused, saying nothing, but he got the answers he wanted. Shock on his face, confirmation on yours.

"Oh my gosh-" He murmured, his eyes begging to sting with tears. Now wasn't the time to become overwhelmed with emotion, but how could he stop the dam of tears threatening to break loose at any given moment?

"How could you Y/N?! How could you do that?? How could you kill them??" He ranted, his voice becoming higher with every word being said. He looked straight to you, his fists clenched by his side. "What about us? What about Hana?? Did we mean nothing to you? Or were we just pawns in your little twisted game?" He stepped close to the wall, his eyes penetrating your gaze. His head felt as though it would burst, so many thoughts rushing to his mind. How had he never seen this before? How could he never see this horrible side? How could you go against the very message he lived by?

You froze when he mentioned Hana, the feelings you tried to bury came to light. Hana, your sweet baby girl. You wished she had never been dragged into this mess, wishing she never grew up thinking what a mess her own mother was. What a terrible mother she was doomed to have. But you couldn't lose the upper hand here, you couldn't let him know that you were breaking apart at the seams too. So with your face pulled into a neutral expression, you spoke again.

"It was easy, they-" "just shut it!" His voice was menacing, disgusted at the person before him. This wasn't Y/N, the one he fell in love with. Your mouth clamped shut, taking a deep breath through your nostrils. "Fine, if you wish Leonardo" and you turned around, walking in the direction of the door.

"Nonono Y/N! Don't leave!!" He yelled after you but his plea fell on deaf ears as you slammed the door shut after.

The second the door closed you broke down crying and cursing away. You pulled yourself into this horrible dark abyss with no way out, you had to suffer the consequences. No matter what.

His fist weakly leaned against the walls, he had to find a way out of here. And to so, he must follow whatever your game was. He wiped his tears, pushing out any distracting thoughts about his family, about his sweet daughter. He had to win you over somehow to escape.

🔪🔪🔪

"I brought you lunch" your voice rang out, entering the room. He sat up straight, turning around to see you re-enter again. In the short span of time you were gone, he had formed a plan. Granted, he didn't have much time and it wasn't the BEST of plans but he had to try, he had to get back home. With a deep sigh, he pulled his lips into a smile as he greeted you. "What's for lunch?" Leo asked, grinning down at you. For a brief second, he allowed himself to believe he was back at home with you. His smile was genuine and the fear and anxiety in his stomach was all vanished. You were smiling sweetly back, leaning in for a kiss...

"Just your favourite Leonardo" you chuckled, turning around. He snapped out of his trance, looking at you. His stomach still felt fuzzy when you said his name and he despised that. He hated the fact that you had so much of an effect to him despite what you had done. Looking to the side, he noticed there was a small window in which you handed the food to him by. But he wasn't hungry, he felt sick to his stomach.

"Yum.." he faked laughed setting the food down on the floor. He tried to look for the keys but they were attached to your waist and you were on the other side of this cage. How would he reach them?

"Y/N, can we talk?" He asked softly and you paused, turning around. "About?" You asked and he sighed looking down. "I-I know what you did, but we can try again in this relationship. Just me, you and Hana. Us three, we'll just run away" he came closer, his eyes looking at yours. You hesitantly took a step forward, eyebrows raised.

"How do I know you're telling the truth-" "You have my word" he held his palm out. "I promise you" he hated himself for saying that sentence. He never broke a promise before but it looks like he was starting tonight. Your eyes lit up, coming closer to him, knowing he always stuck to his word.

"Really?" You squealed happily and he laughed. "Yes" he laughed and out of pure happiness, you unlocked the door, coming to him quickly.

"I love you" you kissed his cheek and he hugged you one last time, it felt wrong to do that but he couldn't help himself. Taking one last scent of yours, he pushed you backwards, snatching the keys from your hands.

He locked you in, quickly locking the door behind him. "What are you doing??" You cried out, your small fists banging against the wall. An angry glare was etched on his face, as he threw the keys to the floor. His hand was over his heart gasping for air that never seemed to fill his lungs.

"I thought you loved me! You're a monster!" You seethed angrily, banging madly against the glass walls. He shook his head wildly, pushing himself away from the glass cage.

"Love you?? You're broken Y/N! I-I could never love you" his hand covered his mouth after that sentence, never thinking that sentence could ever be said out loud.

You gasped softly, never thinking you would ever hear that sentence. But it was true, you were broken in ways no one could ever fix. You were broken in ways, it would be impossible to place back together. A murmured response came from your parted lips, standing up and knocking over the objects in hot pursuit of something. Your eyes were watering, blurring your vision but not once did you stop.

"What are you doing?" He answered, taking a step backwards. His eyes narrowed watching you stumble over object's but you didn't take a break. You didn't answer, instead finally pausing your rummaging and a small cheer left your lips. Looking back to him, he gasped as his brain fit the pieces together. 'this wasn't happening'

"You couldn't love me, I'm a monster?" You chuckled bitterly, your mascara smeared down your cheeks and face. His eyes teared away from your face to look at the gun resting in your hands, a feeling of dread sinking in his stomach.

"No Y/N you need help, let me help you please-" Leo urged quickly, his tears beginning to drop rapidly as he tried to open the glass cage once more. Looking around for those keys, he hastily tried to open the door with his shaky hands.

"No, I don't want help! I don't need to be fixed!" You yelled, backing away to the wall. "Y/N, stop please!" He begged, trying to come closer. He threw open the door, wobbling forwards to try and reach you. But in your eyes, the look of regret and tiredness swirled in your orbs making his blood run cold.

"No! Just stop it. I-I thought you to be someone you weren't. The times I cried without you there. You were always so busy doing patrol, you never made time for me and Hana. I begged and cried for you, but you I guess that wasn't enough. So you were right, I'm broken. I'm not okay. I never was" you answered, your tears spilling over your eyes and down your neck while his heart dropped, his body trembling. "Wha-"

"But I'm at fault too. I couldn't be a proper mother to our daughter, a good enough wife for you...it doesn't matter now, I hope whoever you end up with, could love all of you and Hana. You both deserve that much. I will always love you, Leonardo. Please tell Hana I love her. So, so much" and with a final soft smile, you closed your eyes, allowing the final tear to spill down your cheeks and you pulled the trigger of the gun that rested against your temple, awaiting the darkness to envelope you.

"NO! Y/N!!" Leo screamed, his eyes closing hearing that bang of the gun go straight through him. No training in the world, no mediating, could have mentally prepared him for this. He opened his eyes slowly, everything happened in slow motion. And he wasn't able to control anything of it. Seeing his ex-wife body lay there, in the pool of her crimson sticky blood was something he'll never be able to erase from his memory. And he hated you for doing this, for scarring his brain of this sinister memory, knowing it would never leave him anytime soon.

His lungs weren't cooperating, it was as though his mind had completely shut down. This couldn't be real. The world was playing some sick game, this was just a nightmare. But no matter how many times he pinched himself, or willed himself to awake, this was the reality he had to face. He sobbed, his cries broken and strangled. His hands covered his face as he wept, not able to look at you.

🔪🔪🔪

Outside, the blur of commotion made his mind go to a different reality. The happy memories of him and you played through his mind like a DVD. He was aware of the paramedics inserting some needle in him to test his blood, the rustling of the fabric around his shoulders provided some warmth to his skin and his brothers familiar voice around him grounded him back to his reality. The one he wanted to escape from. But nothing could console the hole left deep in his heart and soul.

"Where's Y/N?" Someone else asked and he made contact with the person, April. With a bitter chuckle, he spoke.

"She's dead, Y/N was the killer" Leo laughed while his tears poured from his eyes. Someone came around him, burying him in their arms but he didn't want it. He had no energy to push them away, only hoping they could finish the hug so he could go. The smell of Y/N burning through his nostril, the smell of her putrid blood on his skin. He stood abruptly, needing to go home away from the madness around him. The blanket fell from his shoulders as he walked away, trying to hold in tears threatening to break at any given second. "Listen-"

"Let him go, he needs time and space" someone whispered behind him, Raphael.

🔪🔪🔪

He finally entered his home, looking around the empty living room. He honestly didn't think he would be back in the lair but then again he never thought in his life he would witness the death of you. He didn't think he would uncover secrets that would literally change his life forever.

"Dada!" The small cheery voice of Hana made his heart beat faster. He looked down at his small baby girl, a tired smile pulled on his lips. He was sure his eyes were still bloodshot and puffy, his face tinged with red. "Hey princess" he whispered, picking her small body up in his arms. He embraced the little girl, trying so hard not to cry on her shoulder.

In front was Master Splinter, smiling sadly at the pair. He knew what had happened from Mikey and Donnie explaining over the phone and he gently nodded at his teary eyed son. Turning around he walked to his room, knowing that his son would talk to him when he was ready to so.

"What's wrong?" Hana asked, a brow raised in concern. He placed her back down on her small feet again, brushing her hair back with a finger. "Nothing is wrong, angel" his voice cracked and he coughed, trying to hide the tremble so prominent in his voice. Leo tried to force a smile on his lips but it didn't work, he physically couldn't do it.

"Where's mama?" The dreaded question was asked, and all the memories of tonight was played in his mind. He took a deep breath, crouching down so he was at her level. "She's- she's gone" he whispered and Hana looked confused, pursing her lips in a pout and looking over his shoulder. "Lets visit her!-"

"No Hana, mama is gone. Forever" he inhaled a sharp breath through his nostrils, his head bowed sadly. "Forever?" She murmured, her hands toying with the ends of her t-shirt.

"It's okay sweetheart, you have me, and your uncle's and your grandfather. We all love you. Your mom...she-she loved you too" despite himself, a tear rolled down his cheek. Her small little hands wiped away the lone tear, her head cocked to the right as a cute smile donned her lips.

"Okay...can we watch T.V.?" She smiled and Leo slowly nodded, wishing he could be in the mindset his little girl was in. Care free and happy, not knowing the dangers the world held yet. He was sure she would ask for Y/N in the morning, the next day until she was old enough to actually find out what had happened to her. Leo looked at her small face again, her features looked eerily similar to that of yours. Hana's eyes, nose and lips were an almost replicate of her mother's.

He hated this feeling, stuck between hating Y/N because of all the pain she caused but loving her because she was the mother to his baby and because of the relationship they both shared. He thought both of them were so happy, what had he missed? What had led her to commit such a heinous act?

His eyes shot down at Hana who eagerly nudged his hand to get him to move, a trait Y/N held. He smiled softly, picking her up in his arms.

"I'm so sorry" he whispered, kissing her cheek. Taking a breath, he followed his daughter to the T.V., trying to pretend everything would be okay. And maybe it will be, time heals all wounds they say, you learn to live with the wound. But it doesn't always heal a broken heart, it doesn't heal all the memories of the past. No matter what, he was determined to raise his daughter to be the best possible person she could ever be. Maybe one day, he would tell the truth about her mother to her but right now, he was focused on his daughter. That was what mattered to him the most right now.

#tmnt x reader #tmnt 2014/16 #tmnt 2016 x reader #tmnt x reader fanfic #tmnt leo #tmnt leonardo #tmnt x reader heartbreak #tmnt x reader angst #tmnt x reader sad angst #tmnt x reader sad stuff #tmnt x reader sad #tw: shooting #tw: murder #tmnt leonardo x reader heartbreak #tmnt leonardo x reader #tmnt leonardo x reader sad angst

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Precure Day 178

Episode: Yes! Precure 5 30 - “Milk’s Resolve and Everyone’s Power!” Date watched: 5 April 2020 Original air date: 2 September 2007 Screenshots: https://imgur.com/a/bzG8Kza Transformation Gallery: https://imgur.com/a/6k6SzS0 Project info and master list of posts: http://tinyurl.com/PCDabout

when all their brooches glow you know you’re in trouble

You should know by now that episode 30 correlates to a fairy-driven powerup of sorts.

FWPC: Porun and the Rainbow Braces

Max Heart: Lulun and the Heartiel Brooch

Splash Star: Moop & Foop and the Crystal Communes

Well, this is no different. Sure, they technically already used Precure Five Explosion once, to defeat Girinma, but they didn’t fully understand their abilities at that time. In this episode, we get the first full combining sequence of the Symphony Set and Milk to create the giant saucer that they fly on.

The Plot

Nozomi and Milk are squabbling as usual, this time because Milk ate some chocolate that Nozomi bought for herself. Which is rude, by the way, don’t do that. Nuts has everyone sit down and try to work things out. While they’re there, the other girls ask Milk what being an apprentice caregiver entails, and she explains that she had to learn about the Palmier Kingdom’s politics, economics, culture, history, and everything else about the kingdom. After some potshots from Nozomi, Milk fires back by saying she doesn’t want to entrust the future of the Palmier Kingdom to someone with no dreams and therefore that Nozomi fails at being a Precure.

Nozomi is stunned by this.

Over in Nightmare, Arachnea confronts Kawarino and demands a black mask like he gave to Girinma. He warns her about the side effects of losing her free will but she insists, and he gives her one, commenting on her impressive resolve. After she leaves he has a horrifyingly evil grin on his face, and Bunbee, who saw the whole thing, looks on with concern.

The next day, at Natts House, the others explain to Coco that Nozomi went straight home from school and he confirms to them that Milk is still hiding in her room. Karen decides to go talk to her, and admits to Milk that Nozomi is able to allow people to be honest with themselves and inspire the best in them. She really admires Nozomi’s skills at bringing people together and is grateful to her for pulling her out of her loneliness. She goes on to explain that she herself has no dream for her future, and neither does Rin, and that she admires people like Urara and Komachi who have already figured out their dream, as well as Nozomi and Rin, who are living in the moment while they figure it out. She encourages Milk to be more honest with herself and make amends with Nozomi.

Meanwhile, Nozomi shuts herself in a room and takes off her Pinky Catch, thinking maybe she really does fail as a Precure.

On a rooftop overlooking Natts House, Arachnea is preparing for her attack when Bunbee shows up and asks her not to use the black mask. She ignores him and charges in with ferocity. When Rin, Urara, Komachi, and Karen realize Arachnea is outside, they confront her and transform. They try to fight her but she turns their attacks back on them, grabbing Rouge and Aqua as they try to charge her and throwing them into Lemonade and Mint, knocking them all over. She steals the Dream Collet from Nuts and brags about how simple this was. Milk latches onto her arm, like she did at Nightmare HQ in episode 24, but Arachnea just pulls her off and begins to lecture the Cures about their ineffectiveness against her. At that moment, Nozomi shows up, being alerted by the glow of her Pinky Catch. She quickly apologizes to Milk and then says that although she may be a failure as a Precure, she wants to keep fighting to make Coco, Nuts, and Milk’s dream come true and therefore she wants to continue being a Precure. In a powerful moment, she holds her Pinky Catch out in front of her, it turns back into a butterfly, and then it lands right back on her wrist, reaffirming her worth and her place in the team. She transforms and her mere presence is enough to reinvigorate her teammates, as they turn the tables on Arachnea and overpower her, proving they’re more than the sum of their parts as they recover the Dream Collet and pushing her into a corner.

Left with no other options, Arachnea finally pulls out the black mask and puts it on, mutating into a giant, monstrous version of herself.

Once again the tables turn in her favor and she throws the cures around, tossing them into buildings or the ground. The fairies stand between Arachnea and the fallen girls, who are too weak to move. Nozomi begs them to move but Milk gives a speech explaining how she trusts and is thankful for the girls’ hospitality and friendship, and that she loves Nozomi. She then says that Dream is a precious Precure to her and she wants to join her and the others. They stand up and their brooches start to glow as inspiring music starts to play. Milk latches onto Dream’s left arm and transforms into an armband, and then the glow from Dream’s brooch extends down her right arm and her Dream Torch appears. (note: when she summons it normally, it goes down her left arm) The others let the glow travel down their left arms but instead of summoning their weapons, instead they launch them into the air and they combine with the Dream Torch to form a larger baton. Dream places it on top of Milk as an armband, who infuses it with her power, and it shoots into the sky in giant size. From there, they perform Precure Five Explosion, flying straight into Arachnea and destroying her. The full sequence is below.

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Back inside Natts House, Nozomi and Milk apologize to each other. Nozomi proposes they split a chocolate bar that Milk brought to make up for yesterday’s incident, and Milk agrees, but then she quickly snatches it back at the last minute and leads Nozomi in a chase around the store. For some reason, nobody calls her out on her rudeness and instead they laugh it off as we close out on a still frame of Nozomi chasing Milk.

The Analysis

This is a fantastic episode, and despite similarities to previous Milk episodes, it actually does take her in a new direction. I had to go back and double-check. Her major character beats so far have been learning to adapt to this world, wanting to help out in battle, and now, actually wanting to be friends with all the girls (especially Nozomi). She does make progress at being sincere about her feelings.... although the ending shows she still has a lot of innate selfishness to overcome. She loves to torment Nozomi and it makes me sigh. But, she’s making progress. I gave crap to Porun and Lulun during their early days and I’m starting to think I was too hard on them relative to her, but, again, she’s getting better. When Milk is being sincere and earnest she’s nice to have around, and she forms an especially strong bond with Karen. We’ll see that explored in greater depth in a few episodes.

One aspect I think was CRUCIAL to both Milk’s development as a character and advancing the core theme of this show, which is dreams, is outright stating that several of the team actually do not have dreams they’re working towards right now. Really only Urara and Komachi know what they want to do. Milk says she can’t trust anyone who doesn’t have a dream to be a Precure, before Karen turns around and tells her that she herself has none, yet, and neither does Rin. Nozomi became a Precure to help Coco fulfill HIS dream, Rin joined to protect Nozomi, and Karen joined because she wanted to help. None of them have ambitions of their own, they’re still working that out, Not knowing what you want to do but doing your best at what you can do is a really important and powerful message for the audience, and it helps Milk resolve a conflict within herself about how much the girls fight for her wellbeing without having their own ambitions.

On the literal front, Milk turning into an armband for Dream is certainly an.... interesting way to incorporate her into the sequence. As far as alternate modes for fairies go so far, it beats the laptop computer that Porun turned into but it’s not as practical as the cell phones of yore, or the human forms that Coco and Nuts can take (but she’ll get there eventually). A toy of it exists so I assume this was Bandai’s idea first and the show’s staff had to figure out how to make it work in animation.

To their credit, it looks a LOT better in the show than as a toy. It’s still kind of silly looking but at least it directly incorporates the mascot into the attack in some way rather than simply dispensing the powerup.

Alas, poor Arachnea. She wasn’t my favorite villain in the show, but of the remaining crew, she wouldn’t have been my first choice for elimination (that would be Gamao). It’s unfortunate to see her go, but it was time to change things up. I like that Arachnea went to Kawarino rather than being given the black mask due to poor performance. Not that her job performance has been any better than Girinma’s was but it’s just an interesting direction. Ever since Girinma’s defeat she’s acted overconfident, like she sees this as an opportunity and has a plan. She hasn’t really acted on that idea until now, but being a go-getter and asking for the mask is a welcome change. What’s really interesting to me is that she almost doesn’t even need it. During the fight she pretty much has the girls on the ropes and considering she had the Dream Collet in her hands she could have just left right then and there, but her pride demands she defeat the girls, and that’s when Nozomi arrives and turns the tables, forcing Arachnea to put on the black mask and go full monster.

Interestingly, despite Kawarino’s apparent indifference to Arachnea’s plight, Bunbee seems genuinely concerned for her. He’s an okay boss who looks out for his employees sometimes, and having seen what the black mask did to Girinma, who he considered an old friend, he doesn’t want Arachnea to suffer the same fate. She ignores his concern but it’s a rare moment of honor among villains, and a seed for Bunbee’s eventual pseudo-redemption at the end of GoGo.

I love the genuine concern on his face.

The villains have actually had their hands on the Dream Collet several times in this series, and each time their arrogance results in it slipping through their grasp. This somewhat annoys me if I’m being honest, but on the other hand it shows how ill-managed Nightmare is. Even Kawarino himself has had it in his clutches but a couple of fairies are able to steal it back with a coordinated effort. There should be an administrative review about this, everyone is doing it and it really undercuts their company’s objective. However, it shows the resourcefulness and resilience of the girls and fairies to be able to snatch victory from the jaws of defeat, as we’ve seen them do over and over.

On the animation and art side of things, this episode is great. I love this shot of the spider shadow darkening the shop sign, even though Arachnea doesn’t turn into an actual spider.

It’s a moment of ominous foreboding and it’s wonderful. Also, when she first makes her appearance in the fight, Arachnea’s eyes are glowing and she looks ready to kill. The fight is fluid and the action is well-choreographed, and has an important moment of mirroring before and after Nozomi’s arrival. Arachnea uses the same web attack on them both times, but before Nozmi shows up they get hit by it, while afterwards they effortlessly dodge it and run on the webs to knock the Dream Collet out of her hands. It’s the little things that make me smile.

Interestingly, I noticed a lot of Dutch angles in this episode.

A tilted camera is a film trick designed to make the audience uneasy, and it’s used very well here. I don’t often notice camerawork but this stuck out at me.

Now, on the other hand, there is a small animation error that I feel compelled to point out. It takes place during the stock animation for Precure Five Explosion, specifically the point at which the four supporting components are flying in to attach to the Dream Torch. For a few frames, the Lemonade Castanet is incorrectly colored green like the Mint Leaf, instead of the proper yellow. As it gets closer to the camera, this is fixed.

(These are subsequent frames, one right after the other.)

I’m surprised that this made it into the stock footage, and wasn’t fixed for the blu ray releases I’m using for my reviews. I’ll have to see if it gets fixed in future uses.

Of course there’s also some small moments of merchandise pushing in this episode. Aside from the obvious Symphony Set, the box to hold the Pinky Catch makes another appearance, and I had to point it out because it’s very detailed.

None of these points detract from the episode in any meaningful way, I just feel obligated to document them. This episode is fantastic from start to finish, it reinforces the strong bond the characters have and Nozomi’s role on the team, builds on Karen and Milk’s relationship, and moves us into the next stage of the show. It’s a great cap to the first 2/3 of the show and I can’t wait for more.

Next time, on Precure Daily: Coco is getting love letters and Nozomi doesn’t know how to feel about this. Look forward to it!

Pink Precure Catchphrase Count: 0 Kettei!

#Precure #Pretty Cure #Yes! Precure 5 #YPC530 #PCD178

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heartofether · 4 years

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Episode 6 - Open Eyes TRANSCRIPT

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[THEME MUSIC AND INTRODUCTION PLAYS.]

VAL

Three-Eyed Frog Presents: The Heart of Ether.

[THEME CONTINUES BEFORE COMING TO A STOP.]

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[EXT. OUTSIDE OF THE BOOKSTORE.]

[THERE ARE FAINT WIND NOISES IN THE BACKGROUND.]

IRENE

[MUTTERS] I hope this recording still sounds okay.

Other than the cracked screen, I haven’t run into any issues with my phone since I dropped it due to a…mishap, in my search. I can probably try to get the screen replaced at some point, but Aiden was right about backing up my recordings.

I’m not sure how I would react if I lost all of them. I mean, do I even need to keep them? I don’t usually go back and listen to them, but…I mean, I guess I have an emotional attachment to them.

It’s fine for now. I’ll look into saving them when I get home. Right now, I’m at the Open Eyes Bookstore. I know I’ve mentioned coming here before, but this is the first time I’m actually here.

I’m hoping there might be something here about the thing I saw in the woods. I have sort of a theory going right now—and okay, sure, I don’t have much evidence, but here me out.

Bernard Kelly Valencia, the guy who used to live in my house, hung out with the previous owner of this shop a lot. They always seemed dedicated to some sort of mysterious research, right? I think they might have known more about this creature than I do, and while Dorothy Wood passed away, her bookstore is still standing. There might be something in there that explains all of this.

I’m looking through the window right now. There’s nobody in there but a young girl with a cane. To be fair, I think they’re about to close. I came here a bit late.

Well, guess there’s nothing left but to go in.

[A BELL CHIMES AS IRENE OPENS THE SHOP DOOR. “I DO” BY ROSEMARY ROMANO IS FAINTLY PLAYING FROM A RADIO OR SPEAKER IN THE BACKGROUND.]

PHOEBE

[FROM A SLIGHT DISTANCE] Oh, hello! Welcome.

IRENE

Hey there.

[THE DOOR CLOSES. THERE’S FOOTSTEPS, ACCOMPANIED BY THE TAP OF A CANE, AS PHOEBE WALKS OVER.]

PHOEBE

[IN RANGE] Welcome, um, welcome to Open Eyes! I don’t think I’ve seen you here before?

IRENE

Nope, I’m new in town.

PHOEBE

Oh, um, neat! That’s neat. Um, let me know if you need help?

IRENE

Got it. [A BEAT.] Dorothy Wood used to own this shop, right?

PHOEBE

[SHE SWALLOWS.] Yes. I’m, uh, actually her granddaughter.

I’m Phoebe Wood.

IRENE

[TAKEN ABACK] Oh, that’s cool. Uh, hi. I’m Irene. It’s nice to meet you.

PHOEBE

Oh, the pleasure’s mine. [A BEAT.] I mean, uh, nice to meet you, too. [AWKWARDLY] Yeah.

If you’re here for Dorothy, then I’m really sorry, but she’s not alive anymore. I’ve taken over the shop since, though, so if you need to talk to the owner, that’s—uh—that’s me!

IRENE

I knew that, don’t worry. You’ve been running this shop by yourself, though?

PHOEBE

[SHE GIVES A SHAKY BREATH.] For the most part, yes. It’s, um, it’s been fun! I think. [beat] I mean, really, really stressful, because I haven’t hired anyone else yet because I don’t even know how to run a— [SHE STOPS HERSELF.] It’s fine. It’s fun!

IRENE

It sounds like a lot, though.

PHOEBE

I’m okay! It’s okay, I promise. Sorry.

IRENE

It’s really nice in here, though. It’s cozy, I guess in the best word?

PHOEBE

[SINCERE] Thank you. Lots of the decor is left behind by my grandma. People, er, they came here a lot before she died because she made it feel like a home.

[REASSURING] Business is still good, though, don’t worry. Still, I try my best to take care of the plants she left behind; Make sure the shop still feels like a home. I mean, for me, it is a home—I live in her old apartment on the second story. [GROWING DISTANT] I want to start to incorporate more things I like, but…it feels too soon, I guess.

[COMING BACK TO HERSELF] Sorry, I’m so sorry. [MUTTERS] Jeez, I was rambling.

What can I help you find today?

IRENE

I’m… [HESITANT] Okay, this is going to sound really weird, but do you have any books about…monsters?

[A PAUSE.]

PHOEBE

[CONFUSED] You mean, mythology? Or, horror books?

IRENE

No, not that.

[A FEAR LINGERS UNDER HER VOICE.] I saw something in the forest. It was big, and it came up from the ground, and it saw me without any eyes. I know you might not know what I’m talking about. If you decide to just kick me out of your store, that’s fine. [DESPARATE] I need to know what I saw, though.

…do you think you have any books to help with that?

PHOEBE

[QUIET] Oh.

[SHE REALIZES, THEN, IN SURPRISE] Oh! Right. You, uh—

[MUMBLING TO HERSELF] Well, heh, she said that—I don’t know if —

IRENE

[OVERLAPPING, CONCERNED] Hey, if you want me to leave, I can—

PHOEBE

[CUTTING IRENE OFF] Follow me.

IRENE

...okay?

PHOEBE

I— [SHE FORCES A NERVOUS CHUCKLE.] I think there’s something in the backroom you should see.

IRENE

Oh. Okay, sure.

[THERE’S FOOTSTEPS, ALONG WITH PHOEBE’S CANE, AS THEY GO TO THE BACKROOM. PHOEBE OPENS THE DOOR. SHE FLICKS THE LIGHT SWITCH SEVERAL TIMES.]

PHOEBE

Come inside.

[THEY ENTER THE ROOM. PHOEBE CLOSES THE DOOR, AND THE BACKGROUND SONG FADES TO A STOP.]

IRENE

[ASTOUNDED] What is all this?

PHOEBE

My grandma’s research.

[PHOEBE WALKS FURTHER INTO THE ROOM TO BEGIN SEARCHING.]

IRENE

There’s so much of it, though. That’s a hell of a lot of reading material.

PHOEBE

[ALMOST BITTER] Well, it would be if all of it actually meant something!

IRENE

What do you mean?

PHOEBE

[GUILTY] Oh, sorry. It’s just that most of this doesn’t make any sense.

When my grandma died, she left me a letter where she pretty much left me the shop. She said that this room right here was the most important room—that all of the information here was vital, and needed protecting, and that I should only let very specific people see it.

You’re uh—heh—you’re actually the very first person I’ve brought back here.

IRENE

I guess that makes me special?

PHOEBE

[DREADFUL] Please don’t say or do anything to make me regret this. I’m still not even sure if it’s a good idea to be showing you—or, or anyone—all of this.

IRENE

Sorry. [A BEAT.] What did she research?

PHOEBE

I’m not quite sure.

She was always so secretive about all of it. I mean, I saw her working on it for my whole life, but I never even saw this room until after she died.

Don’t get me wrong, I tried asking about it, especially when I was a kid and I was living with her. She told me it would put me in danger if I knew about it, though.

[UPSET] Now, she actually wants me to know about it, but she’s not even here to explain it to me.

[SHE IS HEARD FLIPPING THROUGH SOME PAPERS.]

PHOEBE

Most of this stuff is blank, or it’s written in a way I can’t understand. I think she wrote some of it in secret codes?

IRENE

[CONFUSED] That’s…odd.

PHOEBE

I’m able to read some of it, though. She wrote some things in the format of actual books, so it’s easier to read. Even then, though, none of the things she’s talking about make any sense to me. I mean, it’s all almost like some fantastical story.

[WORRIED] I’ve tried to find some sort of starting point, like a “how-to” guide. Between running the shop and everything else in my life, though, I can hardly sort through the surface level things, let alone process any of the information.

IRENE

Sounds like quite the situation.

PHOEBE

[SHE SNORTS.] That’s one way to put it.

I’m sorry. I think there’s got to be something in here about forest creatures, though.

[SHE GRUNTS IN PAIN AS SHE SITS ON THE FLOOR TO BEGIN SORTING THROUGH A BOX.]

PHOEBE

Could you please look through that stack of books over there?

IRENE

Sure.

[IRENE WALKS OVER AND BEGINS LOOKING THROUGH A STACK OF JOURNALS. SHE IS HEARD TURNING PAGES AS SHE SPEAKS.]

IRENE

Let’s see…The Feast? [VAGUELY UNCOMFORTABLE] Mm, no. I’m not sure what’s going on there, actually.

Um…? [THEN, TO PHOEBE] This one is just called Folk.

PHOEBE

Oh, um, trying looking through it? That might be one of the ones with pictures.

[IRENE LOOKS THROUGH THE BOOK.]

IRENE

I think…wait, yeah, this looks right. I think this might have something.

PHOEBE

Oh, that’s good! Does it, I mean, does it have the thing you saw?

IRENE

Hmm, well, it has lots of illustrations of the forest [SLIGHTLY GROSSED OUT] and also one of a dead rabbit. For whatever reason. It’s a starting place.

[IRENE CLOSES THE BOOK.]

PHOEBE

Oh, okay! Feel free to take it. I, um, I mean, please return it. I can’t charge you for it because technically it’s not part of the store, but just make sure you give it back when you’re done. I don’t want to lose any of my grandma’s research.

IRENE

You have my word. Thank you, er, Phoebe, was it?

PHOEBE

Yup! Thank you for remembering, and just, please promise not to tell anyone.

[SHE PAUSES, THEN, MUMBLES IN REGRET] Hnng, I, uh, shouldn’t have sat on the floor.

IRENE

Do you need help?

PHOEBE

Please.

[THE FLOORBOARDS CREAK AS IRENE HELPS BRING PHOEBE TO HER FEET.]

IRENE

And here’s your cane.

PHOEBE

[GRATEFUL] Thank you so much. I have to go close up shop for now, but, let me know what you think of the book! Hopefully at least some of it makes sense to you.

IRENE

[TWINGED WITH DOUBT] Let’s hope.

[PHONE BEEP.]

[RECORDING ENDS.]

[INT. IN IRENE’S CAR, OUTSIDE OF THE STORE.]

[IRENE CLEARS HER THROAT BEFORE READING ALOUD.]

IRENE

The Forest Folk cannot bring harm, because they are made of harm. Without pain, without suffering, without death, they would not exist. They know that pain lives everywhere. In the streams, the trees, the sky, the earth. They know the natural cycle of pain as it comes and goes.

Because of this, they know no need to harm others, as nature will run its course without the assistance. No, the Folk do not bring harm—they collect it. They absorb all of that pain, gathering it all into one final resting place beneath the ground.

The Folk know nothing, but they know everything, and more than anything, they understand. They cannot give you answers, as they do not speak, but ask them about what it is you seek and you shall soon find it.

They will not ever ask you to join them, but it is advised you never do.

[SHE SIGHS DEEPLY AS SHE FINISHES READING.]

IRENE

And that’s pretty much one of the only coherent passages.

[SHE FANS THROUGH THE BOOK.]

IRENE

There’s illustrations, and blank pages, and special code, like Phoebe mentioned. The stuff I do understand seems to go back to pain and death a lot, but the “Folk” it’s describing seem to be peaceful.

[A LONG PAUSE.]

IRENE

[BAFFLED, TINGED WITH AN ANGER OF SORTS] What the fuck?

[PHONE BEEP.]

[RECORDING ENDS.]

AUTOMATED VOICE

Today’s quote is: “You are not wrong who deem / That my days have been a dream; / Yet if hope has flown away / In a night, or in a day, / In a vision, or in none, / Is it therefore the less gone? / All that we see or seem / Is but a dream within a dream.”

Edgar Allan Poe in “A Dream Within A Dream,” 1849.

[THE AUTOMATED VOICE STARTS TO SLOW DOWN, BECOMING SLIGHTLY DISTORTED. THE PAUSES GROW BETWEEN EACH WORD AS IT BECOMES SLOWER AND SLOWER.]

AUTOMATED VOICE

She is listening.

We are sorry.

[THEME MUSIC AND CREDITS PLAY.]

#heart of ether transcripts

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themyskira · 5 years

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WW #750 thoughts

Let’s start with the good.

Star-Blossom is the cutest cutie and I would read one million pages of her flower-filled adventures with Wonder Woman

Greg Rucka and Nicola Scott deliver a bigger emotional gut punch in twelve pages than a succession of WW writers have managed collectively in the past two years. Goddamn, guys.

I mean not to say Rucka’s run was flawless, but seeing that simple yet emotion-packed Cheetah story alongside the finale to Steve Orlando’s simplistic and insipid Cheetah story really brought the shortcomings of the past year of WW comics into sharp relief.

oops sorry this is supposed to be about the positives

SO LET’S TALK ABOUT SHANNON AND DEAN HALE’S STORY OMG. Hippolyta and the Amazons conspiring to stage a monster battle and send out a distress signal just to trick Diana into coming home for dinner?? THE CUTEST.

“When will you return home for good, Dianaki? I don’t trust that metal-and-glass city you live in.” “Mother! This is a battle!” “Are you close to vanquishing evil in Man’s World? What share of global evil would you say you have vanquished at this point? Have you considered a hearthmate yet? I would very much like to see you paired with a fine, strong woman. Or man. It is not my place to judge!” I DIED.

Ramona Fradon! Colleen Doran! Bilquis Evely! Nicola Scott! Lots of great women artists in this issue.

The bad:

Steve Orlando is still a bad writer.

I should clarify: Steve Orlando is a bad Wonder Woman writer in the way that G. Willow Wilson was a bad Wonder Woman writer. It’s evident that he loves the character and wants to do right by her. But he seems so fixated on the big beats he wants to hit, the big messages he wants to broadcast that he never pays adequate attention to how the characters get there -- unless it’s to have the characters explain in annotated essays how they got there. As a result, the emotional journeys are underdeveloped, the implications are underexamined, key character/continuity/world-building details are often flubbed, and the payoff never really feels earned.

Also, he shares Phil Jimenez’s flaw of obsessively and self-indulgently incorporating every piece of Wonder Woman minutia even when it’s to the story’s detriment. I love Peng Deilan. I think she’s a kickass, criminally underused character and I would love a full arc dedicated to her and Diana having mythological adventures together. Her appearance in this story was unnecessary and only served to slow the momentum. I love Exoristos. The reference to her was silly, and her story really didn’t need to be embroidered with American patriotic nonsense. “Reclaimed her honour in the American Revolution”, for fuck’s sake.

(not to mention the idiocy in Diana returning the Godkiller sword to Themyscira, saying “I do not want it ... death should never be wielded with such ease” and then immediately going to pick up another sword from the armoury and saying ‘btw I’m taking this stabby murderstick back with me to Man’s World, is that cool? cool.’ Orlando is so fixated on giving Diana the SWORD OF EXORISTOS so he can make a smartass reference maybe 5% of readers will get that he doesn't consider the larger implications/hypocrisy of this moment.)

Steve Orlando is a bad writer.

The new bracelets are hideous but then everything Jesus Merino draws is hideous, why is he still on this book

speaking of artists, listen, I love Liam Sharp’s art but it concerns me that he’s made it this far in life without realising that women have hips

STOP DOING THIS SHIT TO VANESSA KAPATELIS WHAT DID SHE EVER DO TO YOU

5G can bugger off I really could not give less of a fuck

#comics talk

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nautiscarader · 5 years

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Wendip in heat

()(ao3)(next>>)

also, my first fic incorporating some ideas of Monster Falls Au. Hope you liked it.

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Wendy Corduroy has never been that much into jewellery, aside some plastic stuff made by Mabel when they were still teenagers, and cases like this one showed why. One moment she was accepting the golden ring with a green gem stone from her kneeling boyfriend, and then the very next moment her eyes turned yellow and gold, her legs and arms grew thick, and she rose another feet above Dipper, as her body stretched, ripping her clothes apart, showing fur that suddenly covered her body.

At first, Dipper thought he might be able to do something, and reached valiantly for the hand, but the claws on her fingers have grown so thick, he wouldn’t be able to pull the ring back anyway. He met her eyes, though automatically his sight moved to the salivating snout showing the full jacket of fangs, and an ominous, deep snarling filled the chambers of the castle they were in.

Next second, Dipper was down again, pressed against the cold, stone floor by the werewolf Wendy has turned into, feeling her hot, ragged breath near his neck. He stared at her with his widened yes, whispering pleas towards his changed girlfriend, and he was almost ready to feel her teeth sinking into his body, when he felt something much different.

A warm, wet, rough *something* has came in contact with his cheek, and when Dipper opened his eyes, he saw Wendy licking him, wearing a sly smirk on her face, or rather what would have been her face. The more Dipper stared at the monster straddling him, the more familiar details he was noticing; the fur on her brown cheeks was coloured differently where her freckles would have been. Her eyes were still green, though much darker, and her auburn mane looked like a much bushier version of her natural hair.

But of course, it was that cool smile she was granting him that truly calmed his nerves, even though her claws and teeth were still inches away from his body.

- W-Wendy? Can-can you understand me?

Instead of responding, Wendy leaned her snout, licking his face affectionately, and what sounded very much like “Dipper” escaped her jaws in a deep, snarling, and carnal tone. She sniffed him and just like before, her eyes flashed golden, as she ventured down Dipper’s body.

- W-Wendy?!

He screamed and wanted to scoot back, but her heavy paw put on his chest prevented him from moving even an inch. Though he certainly couldn’t call himself out of shape, there was only so much he could do, presented with a predator’s paw near his heart. To his confusion, and horror, Wendy continued to sniff him, and then, as she moved past his shirt, she stopped. In a blink of an eye, her teeth flashed again, Dipper yelped, and then, he felt a strong pull when Wendy sank her teeth not in his flesh, but in his clothes, ripping them off with almost surgical precision, leaving him near-naked.

Their eyes met again, as she walked towards him, and it took Dipper a painfully long moment to realise what his girlfriend was up to. Only when he felt something warm and slick dripping onto his naked crotch, he understood what position he has found himself in. Wendy leaned over him, her smiling snout inches away from his face, and she whispered a single word - “Heat” - before she pressed her wolfish lips against his.

At first, Dipper didn’t know how to react to this. For a second, he felt as if he was cheating on Wendy with someone - or something - else, but as she continued to kiss him, he started to recognise familiar patterns and behaviours her human part must have exerted on her animal body. As her caresses continued, though, one thing evidently didn’t change upon her transformation, and it was her libido. A single touch of her dripping wet sex was enough to make Dipper hard, but also to ring more than a few bells that made him break their odd, odd kiss.

- W-Wait, Wendy. - he spoke, catching breath - Let me-let me put the condom on…

He reached for the backpack, but the same moment the multicoloured stripe of condoms were out, her paw pinned them to the wall behind him, one claw in each of the once-useful rubbers. Wendy snarled, before turning towards flabbergasted Dipper again, and looked deep into his eyes. Though she has changed, he could find the same passion and friskiness he has seen so many times ever since they started dating, and another, tiny lick of her tongue almost made him hear her voice saying “It’s gonna be cool, dude” in his mind.

And with that simple act, Dipper cupped her snout and kissed her, receiving a satisfying growl in return, as Wendy unceremoniously slammed herself onto his cock. If until now Dipper thought that his girlfriend was heated and feverish in bed, then he has seen nothing yet. Her half-human, half-wolfish body bounced up and down on his cock, sheathing him completely every time, coating his crotch with her warm juices that only proved her fertile, animalistic state. Dipper expected her to prefer the doggy-style, but her paws once again found their way to his chest, pressing him against the floor that suddenly brought much needed cold to cool his body. And just the real Wendy, her werewolf self gladly skipped any foreplay, already getting into the main course, already knowing she will be taking second helpings.

Timidly, Dipper brought his hands to her enlarged hips, and even though he tried responding to her frantic, fervid moves with the work of his hips, it was obvious that Wendy was in complete control. Nevertheless, his action had consequences, resulting in softer whimpering between her snarls and growls, whenever his fingers would move to her ass, and skin around her waggling tail that was evidently very sensitive. As Wendy pressed her body against Dipper, his nostrils were filled with the peculiar, raw and exciting smell that would have made his blood boil and made him go frenzy if he wasn’t immobilised by Wendy’s much stronger body. She was working for both of them, slamming her hips mercilessly, howling Dipper’s name to echo in the corridors of the castle.

Under the overwhelming pleasure, Dipper could only arch back, letting parts of Wendy’s name escape his lips, as he got closer to his oncoming orgasm. He wasn’t sure if she was anywhere near close to hers, but there was nothing he could do, as Wendy hilted him deep inside her pussy each time, her walls closing tightly around him. His mind was still conflicted; he knew it was Wendy, but at the same time, he felt it was just slightly wrong, preventing him from reaching his peak. But then, she howled again, and though no words in any human language were spoken, Dipper somehow understood her message completely. She needed him, her yearning speaking through her animalistic cries, and that single thought, filled with a powerful, erotic intent was what brought Dipper over his edge.

He came much faster than he thought he would, screaming Wendy’s name, at the same time as she howled his in a deafening, sonorous cry that would have put chills on his skin, if he wasn’t getting torn with his orgasm already. As her walls closed around him, Dipper sprayed his cum deep inside her pussy in multiple, short streams, watching as Wendy’s body jerks with each one, and then slumps over his, until he could only hear soft whimpering and tiny mewls coming from the animal he made love to.

- We-Wendy?

He asked again, dragging the long mane from over her eyes. When she looked at him, he saw the content, hazed stare that so often welcomed him in the mornings, and without thinking about, he cupped her snout and kissed her.

- Dipper… - she said in a lower, but still sweet voice, never moving away from his chest, or letting go of his cock, still supplying her with his cum.- O-okay. Maybe now I’ll be able to-

Dipper reached for her paw, seeing the golden ring on her finger, now at least visible from underneath the fur. But as he tried pulling it up, Wendy jerked almost in pain, and snarled at him, leaving the back to square one.

- Dipper, my… my heat… - she growled, with an impatient, carnal tone, and she arched her body again, assuming the same position as before.

Her lover looked into her eyes, piercing him through with the same passion and wanton as before, and understood what she meant. But this time, he wasn’t gonna sit idly. Smiling, Dipper Pines grabbed her front legs and gathering all the remaining strength he had, he rolled her to her back, falling between her even stronger hind legs that closed behind him.

- Sorry, Wendy. I guess I’ll have to cure you myself.

He reached for his backpack, took the bottle of water and drank it, hoping it might at least keep him going and stay hydrated in the difficult situation he just got himself into. He pressed his lips against her snout, and flexing his legs, he pushed himself gently inside her. He kept a tight grip on her legs, flailing and quivering as she tried to roll him back to his side, but with each thrust oh his hips, her growls became less and less angry, and she accepted Dipper’s dominant position with a series of mewls and whimpers. With sweat on his brow, Dipper tamed the beast, getting lost in her heat that surrounded him, wishing he could dive between her human breasts that now were nowhere to be seen. But it seemed that nuzzling against her chest worked equally well, as Wendy closed her front legs behind his back, pressing his body against her, allowing the two to exchange more and more kisses. He also sneaked his hand between their sweaty bodies, and as soon as he reached her pussy, Wendy roared, her woldless plea nagging Dipper to continue his caresses. As much as he’d love to claim her with his cock alone, there was no way he’d be able to do that.

When Dipper came again, filling his girlfriend with more of his cum, he watched as the orgasm tore her apart and changed her further more: her hair covering her body was getting progressively shorter, her claws shrunk a bit, and when she opened her mouth, he heard what sounded almost like human speech.

- Dipper! I… love you!- Love you too, Wendy. - he grabbed her paw, intertwining his fingers with her claws, and let out a sigh when he felt the ring still wouldn’t budge - And don’t worry, I’m gonna help you… I hope so, at least.

He met her warm smile, leaned over her again, and as the night went by, Dipper tried his might, collectively bringing Wendy to three more orgasms, each one making her less and less like a wolfess in heat and more like the red-head he knew and loved. His pushes got progressively weaker though, and it came as no surprise than at some point Wendy has once again tackled him to the ground, her own strength making Dipper spurt the very last portion of his seed deep inside her wet sex. And when it happened, she kissed him with her lips, cupped his cheeks with her fingers, and spoke in the cool, calmed voice he wished to hear for the last hour or so.

- Dude, that was… amazing.

She took the ring and slid it off her finger, watching as the gem on it shines with the last spark of its energy. She was all over him again, kissing him and repaying him for the seemingly countless orgasms that turned her back human, and watched his content face and the giddy grin that covered his face.

- O-Okay, Wendy that… yeah, that was pretty cool. - Beyond cool, dude. - Wendy giggled, listening to his increased heartbeat as she lay on his chest. - And I cannot lie, it was…kinda fun to be a werewolf.- Oh, yeah, I’m sure furniture in our new house will love it to. - Dipper replied sarcastically, taking the ring with him. - You’re not- You don’t want to be a wolf again, do you?

His eyes widened as Wendy burst into laughter, knowing well her boyfriend has hit his limit. She took the ring from his and kissed him, diving her tongue into his mouth in an exhilarating, but also ominous move.

- Of course not - she spoke, breaking the kiss - But I’d love to see you as one.

And before Dipper could do anything, he felt the metal ring being slid onto his finger, and felt each and every bone and muscle of his body move, as if dragged by some invisible force. Wendy stepped aside, and watched as her boyfriend rises over her, and then stands up on his hind legs… and another pair of front ones.

She opened her mouth, but it was Dipper, who noticed something different about his body first.

- We-Wendy! I’m not a werewolf. I’m a centaur, I think.- Oh, you’re much better.

Naked Wendy stepped towards him, reached towards his head, and a single touch of her fingers was enough to stimulate Dipper, when Wendy began caressing the protrusions on his head.

- Nice antlers, Deerper. - she spoke, giggling under her breath - Very impressive. Though not as impressive as this…

A moment later, Dipper’s deer body jolted again, when he felt a familiar, delicate touch on his cock as Wendy closed her hand around it. he let out a short yelp and waddled in place, until Wendy took the bedding from their backpacks and spread them over the same place where Dipper claimed her several times already. She got on all fours and lifted her ass up, wriggling her bum invitingly.

- W-wendy… I-I don’t know if I can…

Dipper sighed, and despite his commons sense he stepped forward, smelling a familiar scent of fertility as before. Wendy reached her hand and spread her pussy, granting him the image of her creampied pussy, leaking hefty globs of cum from their previous orgasms of the night.

- Yes, you can, Dipper. - Wendy countered at once - Besides, that wolf me might have been cured of her heat, but I’m certainly still hungry for more…

Wendy didn’t have to wait long for the efforts of her honeyed words, as her boyfriend stepped towards her and hilted himself balls-deep into her pussy, letting another, this time completely human roar fill the corridors of the castle. And as Deerper continued to plough into her with newly found energy and confidence, Wendy looked at the only other ring on her hand, then the sliced condoms still sticking to the walls, and she wondered if their night won’t result in a premature wedding gift for her mate. But then Deeper grabbed her ass, and suddenly, she all of her worries were gone.

#wendip #monsterfalls au #kinda #lemon #nautiscaraderfics

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