#was trying to transfer out but it doesn't look like it's gonna work out. god. god. i think this might have to be it.

[autistic-shaiapouf]

Watching videos about how much my job sucks and. I think this may be a sign

[nerdygirlramblings]

couldn't stop thinking about omegaverse and my spitfire soldier and got this

Ghost first notices you training rookies. He didn't expect anyone else in the gym this early and is surprised to see a whole squad on the mats. He watches a soldier get taken down in a grapple in under a minute and hears your voice ring out, "That shite is gonna get you hurt in the field. Ya gotta find a way to block 'is scent! You don't think an alpha will use any advantage God gave them in battle? Ya gotta be smart!"

He sticks around a bit longer and notices two other rookies whose stances would lead to injury. He's about to step over and fix it himself - he doesn't want someone hurt because of an easily corrected issue - when you zero in on the two he was watching. You correct them in a similar manner to the first. "Nooooo. Only do it like that if you wanna go home in pieces, yeah? Ya need ta carry your weight like this." You show them both the correct way, reaching over and bodily adjusting them when you need to.

He's impressed with your style, so different from the way others would simply shout and demean. It reminds him of Price. He inches his way around the edge of the room, hoping to smell you and is disappointed to see the scent blockers on your neck as he gets close.

A few days later, Soap runs into you on base. Literally. He's out for an early morning run and sees you through the trees ahead of him. He likes how graceful you look cutting across the trail. He stays behind you for a bit, downwind to try and catch your scent. When he can't smell anything but the natural scents around you, he lengthens his stride to pace you.

He pulls up next to you and sees the scent-blocking patches on your neck and wonders if you're trying not to spook anything in the woods. You flash him a smile and he swears his heart stutters. He hasn't been this quickly smitten with someone since he met Ghost.

You run along with him, and he can tell from the amount of sweat soaking your shirt you've been at this for a while. As the route loops back towards the main part of base, Soap cuts left to his barracks and notices you continuing on. He decides to test a hunch, so he takes the fastest shower and is back out watching the trailhead ten minutes later.

Sure enough he sees you come up the path and take another loop. Your stamina is impressive. He has nothing to do, so he casually leans against the wall and watches you pass by two more times before finally coming his way. "Nice form," he calls as you pass, and you flash him another bright smile and wave as you head to your barracks.

Gaz finds you on the shooting range. It's early, and he thought he'd be the only one practicing. He's checking out his weapon for the morning when he hears three different pop pop pops in quick succession. Looking up, he's surprised to see one soldier - you - making their way back and forth between three different lanes.

He grabs his equipment and starts working over towards an empty stall on your left, passing all three of the lanes you're working. He notes a standard Glock 17, a L129A1 sharpshooter, and an SA80 weapon. He glances at your targets and is a little shocked to see the tight groupings at both the head and center mass of each one. You can handle all three weapons with equal skill, something he hasn't seen in too many people not in SAS. He looks over your uniform and nothing indicates if you're on another task force yet.

It's finally Price who brings you up to the team. He's heard whispers of you across base since you were transferred there a month ago. When he hears about you, it's either with awe or derision. You're an omega.

Omegas have only been cleared to serve in active duty for a few years, and there's still a lot of prejudice against them. Some of the upper-level alphas don't like how good you are. Others are impressed but nervous due to your secondary gender.

Most military packs exist without an omega, or if they have one, it's an omega in a civilian position or not involved with the military at all. The 141 has never had an omega, and until you it wasn't something Price even considered. Price wants you on the 141 for all the things that make you a good soldier. He has no idea what bringing an omega on will do. So he decides to talk to his pack about it.

He calls everyone into his office and starts by showing them your picture. He's a bit surprised to see all three men react. Ghost leans forward, Soap breaks out in a grin, and Gaz sits up straight in his seat. The room starts to smell subtly of woodsmoke and cold ozone; the boys are interested already.

"She's new on base," Price starts, "but she's already made a name for 'erself."

"I can understand why," Gaz says quietly. "Saw her on the range a few days back, and Cap, I haven't seen groupings like that since our last qualifier."

Ghost nods. "Knows 'er stuff, tha one," he tells Price. "Watched 'er handle a green batch, musta bin right after she got 'ere, and she reminded me a' you."

Soap is practically bouncing in his seat as he tells them about running with you and how it made his beta feel.

"So it sounds like yu'd all be open to me makin' an overture," Price says. When the others nod, he drops the last bit of information, the one he's sure will send some shockwaves. "She's an unbonded omega."

The shift in the room is palpable. Subtle interest becomes full-blown arousal, the air thickening with the scent of pine and linen. "I dunno what it'd mean if she joins us, but we gotta consider courtin' 'er might be a thing."

He looks at his men, his pack, and closes with, "If we do this, an' do it right, she'd be ours." The avarice in Soap's eye, the interest in Ghost's, the admiration in Gaz's convinces Price this is the right thing to do.

All that's left is to introduce himself and make his intentions known.

next

[pinkchrissysposts]

☆LAST POST,THE FINAL ADVICE☆

(Basically answers to asks I got)

Ok first thing first there is no one here to help you manifest,not the bloggers,not me, no one,if reading multiple post on same topic can't help you then why do expect bloggers to help you who are gonna give you same advice,they have been mentioning on their posts. It's not like they are writing about different things,every bloggers are telling you the same thing YOUR 4D/imagination is the true reality,you just have to PERSIST and be CONSISTENT. No like seriously I really feel like you guys are just lazy,why are you depend on bloggers,Im not saying that you can't ask for help and by help i mean understanding certain concept or doubts but you straight up ask to help you manifest or coaching don't do that until and unless they themself mention about being a coach,because see we have a life of our own too,we are God but also human who are busy in their life. Bloggers post this amazing posts talking about law and how beautiful it is. But y'all are so into the victim mindset,as if you are the only one suffering,which is correct YOU are the reason you are seeing the person taking away your sp,you are so into imagining yourself in a broke state and dwell in it,because you feel comfort in it,get a bit uncomfortable dear,you'll endup being comfortable.

You cannot just get comfortable when you are transfered in a new school,new class and the new environment,you first adjust,you go to the school everyday and get used to the new environment then you get comfortable isn't it guys. Manifesting is exactly like this you get in the state of having the desire,it feels uncomfortable,fake,delusional but the more you persist the more you get used to this feeling of knowing. It's not even necessary to be in the state a 24/7,because we are in different state all the time,just when you remember about the desire get in the state or do whatever fulfills you.

No amount of methods won't be useful if you are not even persisting and keep look for 3d validation. To sum up everything all you have to to is persist. Bloggers won't be there for you all the damn time,most of you want to manifest being independent but with a mindset of a dependent person,who are depend on other's for method and doesn't even persist in it then cries,and trauma dump on other's dm.

There is no use of DMing us too you know,we as bloggers are the one end up getting bored or annoyed,because I'm telling y'all legit leave another method and come up with a new one,I have about 50+ dms and asks asking me how to manifest or trauma dumping telling me how they aren't able to manifest,dear of course you won't be able to manifest if you keep looking for validation. I'm not saying that your circumstances aren't that bad,it's probably really hard for you but darling,everyone had faced this challenge,it's hard but learn to ignore the 3D even if it was right on your face. Be stubborn when it comes to manifesting,it took me alot of time as well to adapt that mindset,so I read alot of fanfics where reader gets whatever they want this really got me into the brat mindset,you can also find methods or ways that you help you feel fulfill,I don't care what method you are using JUST DO WHAT FULFILLS YOU NOT ME,I've got alot of asking if they should do or this,you know honey do what you believe is gonna work for you,I'm not the one using that method,i purposely don't even reply because I want you guys to try it out yourselves. That's what every bloggers did too,they learn to trust themselves and their imagination.

OK here, since most of you ask me to help manifest I'm challenging you,for the next two weeks,affirm robotically for your desire,lazy to affirm? You shouldn't be,because majority of you complain about not being able to get in a state and endup saying you'll affirm,then do exactly that.

Wavering? Keep affirming and persist.

Don't believe the affirmations? Keep affirming and persist.

Seeing the opposite? Keep affirming and persist.

Make those affirmation your dominant thought,you will know when it will become your dominant thought when it come up on it's own and you don't get effected by the negative thoughts.

But Chrissy some say affirmation don't work. SO? Keep affirming don't be a weakling just because it didn't work for them doesn't mean it will not work for you,you are not them,you are YOU ,they probably didn't even affirm enough or probably checked their 3D,there are many successful people who affirm Jennifer Lopez,Ice Spice and my fav Taylor Tookes despite being petite she still become a model and even walk on runway and now in cover magazines,if they can do it why can't you,they also affirmed right? Not gonna lie majority of the successful people who are into manifestation are into affirming.

Also log out of X and Tumblr,yes it can be motivating to see success stories or reading motivation but they are of no use,you might see a new post talking about a new method and end up leaving affirming and start following that method. Instead you should've scroll on tiktok,or youtube or making vision board while affirming,it's way easier to then wasting your time here reading posts on same topic written in different ways or perspective. So instead just log out and affirm and PERSIST.

If you are so stubborn about the fact that you can't manifest,then start being stubborn about the fact that you can manifest.

This is now my last post I will be logging out might come to check in sometimes happy manifesting🪷.

[tsotg]

The Monster Hunter and the Hunted Monster

I thought of another universe I might wanna make content for. I know a lot of people already have this type of AU already but I can't resist making my own ;;-;;

Imagine Hiccup has been hunting Jack for ages. Jack has been one of the few creatures he's never been able to catch and that type of challenge is exhilarating. So he keeps trying to find him, luring him out with the threat of harm to his precious forest.

One day, for a reason or another, Pitch curses them both. They're both lost and trapped in a new and un familiar environment. Hiccup is overjoyed that he's finally able to catch Jack when they bump into each other but that feeling doesn't last long. They're both kind of terrified of where they are but won't show it to each other, instead letting it out as anger towards each other.

A few days into their banishment, Hiccup gets desperate. There's no animals to hunt, nothing to grow, he's starving and it doesn't seem like he's gonna get any food any time soon. So he goes to Jack and begs to know how he's not hungry. Jack replies with how he obviously doesn't get hungry because he's a spirit.

Hiccup breaks in front of him, he tells him how scared he is and how much he wants to go back home. Jack gets surprised, of all people, he would've never expected Hiccup to show this much vulnerability.

Jack feels the same as he does, he's scared and he wants to go home. And after settling down and making sure Hiccup isn't trying to trick him, he tells him so.

They talk about how much they love their home, about anything that comes to mind really. Until Hiccup has a fainting spell. Jack hurries to help him but has no idea how humans work anymore. He's been in his forest for so long.

When Hiccup wakes up, Jack asks him what happened. Hiccup reminds him how hungry he is and how little energy his body has. Jack hesitates before telling Hiccup how he has saved people lost in the forest in the same situation before but he's not gonna like how it's done.

Hiccup brushes it off, it can't be that bad right?

Jack presses his lips together in an awkward smile.

"Well- Not a lot of people get lost in the woods you know. And the children can see and hear me no problem. They follow the animals out of the forest. I've only done this twice and the first time I didn't even know I could do it so it wasn't super successful..."

"Just spit it out, if you can save me, do it. I want to go home after we get out of this shit hole."

Jack thought about telling him for a second but he doubted Hiccup would let him after hearing of the process.

"Ok, close your eyes then."

"Why?"

"It'll be easier for the both of us."

So Hiccup closed his eyes after giving Jack an eye roll. Jack took Hiccup's chin, opening his mouth slightly, braced himself and leaned in. As soon as their lips connected, Hiccup jumped in surprise and tried to push Jack away but couldn't find the strength in time before he realized what was happening.

This wasn't just a kiss, Jack's eyes glowed and his skin slowly lost the little colour it had left. He was transferring his energy to Hiccup. And Hiccup felt alive again. He leaned in slightly and enjoyed the feeling this gave him. Until he felt Jack's grasp on him weakened and he regained he train of thought again.

Jack took a second to snap out of the daze this put him in. Hiccup feared for a the worst for a second before Jack blinked a few times and his eyes went back to normal. He looked around for a second, almost looking as if he had no idea where he was. His eyes locked onto Hiccup and fear crept onto his expression. Hiccup felt him tense up in his arms. And then just like that, he took a breath for the first time since Hiccup closed his eyes and he looked normal again.

"For the Gods, if you told me this was gonna kill you I wouldn't have let you to do it!" Hiccup scolded.

"I didn't know it would do that. It never did in my forest." Jack looked off in the distance to ponder for a bit before what Hiccup said actually registered in his head. "Wait you're worried about me?"

"That's not the point."

"Yes it is!"

Jack gave Hiccup as teasing grin. Hiccup completely disconnected from the conversation and got up. Jack couldn't hold back, he kept teasing Hiccup as he tried to walk away.

"Well look who's feeling better." Hiccup tried to say it in a sarcastic tone but couldn't hold back a small smile.

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RAHHH PLEASE tell me if you wanna read more!! I will write more! And maybe I'll draw some better art of these gays.

[lemonmaid]

Jean x male reader x reiner

Just Jean and Reiner admiring reader's body while he works out before going up to him and marking his body with hickeys and bite marks yk just some light smut 😄

Warnings: Male reader, Modern AU, eye fucking basically, steamy but not like titan hot steam, college au. Drinking?

Now Jean was no stranger to what he thinks is beautiful, but here he is eye fucking a stranger at the gym.

I mean, at first he was kinda intimated, seeing you lift so much weights, then he started to see sweat drip in the right places and oh god not to mention the compression shirt.

Jean wouldn't say he is gay, but damn, maybe just a little bi? I mean, he did date Marco at one point but all friends date their friends before being best friends right?

Reiner was saying some shit about protein and bulking but he didn't care, what he did care about what was going on in that-

"Jean, do you get what I'm saying? You need to start bulking up or you're gonna be under weight this season-"

Jean kept staring at you,"Mhm, right".

Reiner was getting pissed at this point, whatever could Jean be goggling right now-

As Reiner turned behind him he saw you, did he understand the appeal, yeah but that wasn't the point right now, "Ah the new guy?".

Jean finally looked at Reiner, "you know him?".

Reiner huffed, "yeah he transferred from out of state, some fancy college town. He is going to be joining our team later today. Why don't we say hi".

Before Jean could interject, Reiner started walking towards your bench.

"Yo, (last name). You coming to the frat tonight no?"

You take one airpod out, wiping the sweat off your chin, "yeah what's the catch".

Reiner shrugged his shoulders, "pretty sure Annie said a case of beer, but pony boy here doesn't drink 'piss water'" he says as he hits Jean's chest.

Jean's face turned red, "shut it!".

You smirked, taking a gulp of your water.

Jean watched as your lips wrapped around the tip- god.

You exhaled, " what time would it be?".

"Nine".

You hummed, "maybe".

Later that night Jean was listening to Armin rant about some chick in his lab class, looking at the door and back at Armin and the group.

"And she had the audacity to ask me for my notes? She didn't even come to lab in the right clothing, almost making me and her fail the lab-".

Eren took a swing of some jungle juice, "what a cunt, do you want me to ask Historia to take care of it?".

Armin rolled his eyes, "No, i don't need that cheerleader playing bully, also I thought the two of you ended things?".

Eren shoockrd his head, "nah we never dated, she just wanted to make Ymir jealous".

Fucking bitch.

Jean sighed, mumbling how he was gonna get another drink. When he enters the kitchen he sees something he didn't expect, you and Reiner.

Reiner was gripping your ass like it was a football that he can't let go, his tounge deep in your throat. Jean felt his heart dropped and the red solo cup in his hand crushed.

Reiner opened his eyes, before smirking at Jean. He pulled away from your mouth, "Jean man! Look at (Name)'s party trick".

Jean look at you, your tongue is sticked out with a cherry stem knotted up, fuck.

Either Reiner was tipsy or fucking into men because how the hell did he get you to show him that trick. Reiner laughed at Jean's facial expression.

Some junior came up to Reiner mumbling into his ear before Reiner and him stormed off, screaming about Eren fighting.

You looked at Jean with a smirking, "you wanna try it?" Holding another cherry.

[cupidscrule]

OLD ENOUGH 2 DIE

Re4 Leon X Fem! Reader

Tw - drug trafficking

P in v, finger stuff

You were a spoiled bitch, had daddy's money to take care of anything.

"Daddy - pleasee com'on It's only 2k, can you transfer the money? Yay! Thank you daddy mwah"

Spoken into the brand new phone you got, you had money, had everything. Never went a day without living like a queen, never understanding poor people 'ugh why can't you just work harder? Honestly it's not that hard ' said to thousands of waiters at 5 star restaurants. Never even tipped em, throughout high school you were a dick to everyone, if they weren't hot and skinny. Classic mean girl to be honest

"Hunny, absolutely not. We can all tell that bag is a fake, it's embarrassing.. you should honestly thank me for telling you how stupid you look.."

"Oh! That's not.."

"Babes, you know I want the best for you so.. that dress really makes you look fat, maybe wear something more flattering?"

Backhanded comments were your LIFE, had every privilege, didn't even try in school. Just sucked and fucked your way to A's, but you were hot so it's fine! It doesn't matter if the pretty girl makes the slug kill herself? She's all innocent, everyone who tried to defend you was hilarious. "Oh she's just insecure!!" Bullshit, no you weren't? You just hated all those chicks. Rightfully so, they were all annoying whores.

You were just treating them how they deserved to be, not like any of them had a future besides sucking dick.. you're different though, that's what you always told yourself. Sure you dressed like a skimpy bimbo, fucked the sports team twice. But you're different, an exception to the slut rule..

"Daddy can you send me an Uber? I don't have enough money in my account. Dad I said I spent it all shopping- no dad please- it's gonna be night soon, I NEED an Uber. Daddy? UGH" stomping your feet, making your own little hissy fit in the middle of the street, clutching the little pink fur purse you bought, looking around at all the people staring at you. Pout on your face and brows furrowed, throwing your phone on the ground and walking away, you were a good half hour away from home, and these boots were NOT made for walking. They were brand new plus, wouldn't wanna ruin em. And to top it all off it was freezing cold, like -15C. All you had was a white fur coat belted around your waist, with stupid little ear muffs. Couldn't even find matching gloves, freezing cold at Six PM alone on a Friday night, with no phone .. what a perfect day!

Stomping off not really knowin' where you're going isn't that smart though, but you were never a smart kid. Never did drugs or anything like that, just not very smart in the real world. Couldn't read signs, or fight, or have basic common courtesy. Shuffling your feet through the snow for god knows how long till tik street lights flicker on. By this point you got no clue where you are, started off downtown now you were in the middle of fucktown with nothing you recognize, see this is why daddy should've moved to a smaller town after The business deal, that way cops wouldn't be on his ass and you would know where you're going. Sure DC was the place to be! Except for the fact it's the stupidest place to be if your main source of income is drug trafficking, you didn't care where daddy got his money as long as you got it in the end. But what you did care about is when daddy refused to be smart about his shit. Like what are you on if you think moving to Washington is a good idea after makin' a major deal, you're dad was important. He was wanted for a lot. But you didn't do anything wrong, you're innocent! So you never cared about what would happen if dear old dad got caught, he could buy himself out of trouble just like before.

Still aimlessly walking up and down the streets trying to find anything identifiable when you hear footsteps behind you.

Turning your head to see who's behind you, and it's a taller man with blonde hair, it's getting dark so there's not that many details. He's wearing  really weird clothes, just staring at you, his eyes narrow and look at your face in the flickering lights before opening his dumb mouth

"Listen, we can make this easy kid. Just come with me back-" he started speaking, stepping towards you. Immediate nope, fuck that, the police actually caught the hell on? AND THEY WENT AFTER YOU? Worst day ever, dropping your bag and making a run for it just like daddy said.

"Sweetie, if the cops ever find you, and are onto you. Run. And run far."

Never actually thought what that old sack of shit said mattered, I mean nothing bad ever happens to you.

Running around corners, frantically, heart racing, why, why, why, why. You had NOTHING to do with daddies private shit, if anything you're a victim to his crimes.. yeah victim! I mean dad was a creep sometimes, huggin' a bit too tight, grabbing your ass like you were his girlfriend. Even though mom was dead for a long time, he never got over her and I guess you looked closest to her?

Running into an alley way, like any smart fucken girl would, totally. There was a chain link fence, then what looked like a field leading to someone's apartment building? Pretty sure someone from school lives there, yeah Milo in Chem 100% does he's the welfare kid and this was the poor side of town. Bingo.

"Ah- not so fast"

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

Don't even reply, no don't reply, you have about five fucking seconds before getting dragged away and everything taken away. Pathetically trying to pull yourself over the fence, y'know if you really tried you could do it. But you don't try. Feeling a hand grab your ankle, pull you down ripping your cute coat, if you're gonna kidnap a girl at least keep her shit nice damn. He throws you down, trying to scramble up only to get immediately knocked out and your unconscious body dragged away.

"fuck" you mutter under your breath, opening your eyes drowsy, vision kinda blurry but you can see everything, trying to move your hands and legs but then feeling the rough rope press against your sensitive skin, looked like you were an old ass storage unit, some boxes piled up in the corner, walls looked rusty. A table in the middle of the small room, and a guy just standing there. Few seconds later lights flicker on, they're dim but you can now see detail in everything. That includes your unknown kidnapper? Or agent? Or cop? He wasn't really dressed like any of them, wore a dark blue t shirt,tactical black pants, and black gloves. Not sure what profession of people wear that, plus he was too cute to just be a random kidnapper, pretty blonde hair with gorgeous blue eyes and a muscular figure.

"Oh you're awake, huh thought that would've taken longer." He says eyes darting towards you as you try to wiggle out of the rope, it's tight. "Who the fuck are you? Where's my dad! Do you even know who I am?" You say acting as if your dad was a fucken celebrity and not a filthy pig. You knew you were in a deep fucken mess, so when in doubt, lie. Lie about everything, you're innocent, no Mr. officer my father would never! You have the wrong girl I'm just a highschooler !

"Don't play dumb missy, cut the shit. Let's get to the point, I know your dear old dad is involved with a lot. And so are you, aren't you? So why don't you tell me where dad does all his importing and where he gets the shit from, hm?" He says coldly, almost as if he's talkin' to a little kid. "I don't know what you're talking about. Just let me go!" You whine staring up at him, he's just standing infront of you arms crossed over his chest, getting a better look at him, he wasn't just a random guy, he looked important. Didn't know why though, a sigh comes from his lips as he blinks slowly at you, "honey, I really don't wanna get messy. Just hand over the information and you can go back to doin' whatcha do, I don't care." He said, arms still folded over his chest, he was a good fifteenth-ish feet away from you and your chair, you grit you teeth, brows furrowed as you stare at this guy. Pissed off, "don't call me honey, I told you I don't know what you're talkin' about." You mutter to him, pout on your stupid lips.

"You're a bad actor, it's really obviously. Plus you're on file, darling. Now can you just tell me the important stuff?" He said putting on an obvious fake begging face, puppy eyes and all. You were trying to get untied, only getting rope burns on your wrists, squirming and whimpering in that tiny wood chair. "I didn't do anything, I don't know what daddy does to get money.. talk to him not me" you say batting your lashes, pushing your face out towards him, he takes another step forward. Putting his arms down, lookin' at you like you were some thing he found on the bottom of his shoe. "You have the face of a pornstar" he says out of the fucking blue, such a handsome voice but such a shocking thing. "I'm in highschool, pig." You scrowl jaw clenched, tone change from 'inccocent little girl' to 'raging bitch.' like a public appearance vs how you act in private. "Mm, well you're eighteen now correct? Nothing's wrong with that now is it? And it's just a fact, you've fucked and sucked your way up. No way someone like you is about to pass, in truth you're a pathetic attempt at human and a failure of whatever we can even call your sorry ass. But at least you make up with it for a massive rack and cute face"

Ouch. Okay.

Words didn't even form, jaw dropped, eyes shocked. Honestly not even knowing what to say, what do you say to that? 'oh yes sorry Mr man you're right I'm a dirty slut!" Absolutely not, because you aren't. "So, you gonna answer me?" He says, he's just a few feet away from you, leaning down to your whiny ass face. A small smirk on his dumb lips,

"fuck. you."

He just looked blankly, at you, almost dumbfounded by how much of a fucking MORAN you were, tied up in small place, no one knows where you are, daddies house is probobly getting raided and he's waiting in jail or has twenty bullets through his back while you're agonizing this man five times your size whom you are at HIS mercy. But hey, it could be worse. He could've killed ya already, he obviously needs you alive. So you're safe, for now. He cups your chin making you look at him directly

"You're such a dumb whore." He whispers letting you go, can't lie he's hot, feeling a throb in your legs, lump in your throat and pushing your thighs together, dumb little slut. Just fuck my brains out already oh my god.

"Seriously? Getting horny in an integration, fuck little missy you really are a freak." He says laughing to himself looking at your pathetic bitch display, all dumb n needy, breath rasp and heavy, feeling an emptiness only filled by fat dick, staring at the man, didn't even know his name, never told ya. He gets close up again and sticks to fingers in your mouth, pushing them back. Your tounge running around them, sucking, like a good little fuck doll. Sloppy and all wet, pulling his index and middle finger out your mouth saliva dripping off of it, stupid ass smirk on his face rubbing his fingers down your chest, over your pretty white shirt and over your tits. You're still bound to the chair, wanting nothin' more then to get bent over and fucked till you can't even remember daddies in trouble, this entire moment is just pure lust. He gives you the look like, 'is this what you really want? Seriously?' and of course you reply with a

"I'll answer you if you give me what I want."

That's all it took for him to untie you from that god forsaken chair, just to tie your hands together again. Push you onto your back, pressing your thighs apart. You aren't wearing much, your coat was gone lost somewhere in the ally, only wearing black shorts and a white top. Stupid for the middle of winter but it was hot.   He takes out a small switch blade from his pocket cutting open your shirt and shorts off, pornstar tits popping out in a little pink bra also exposing the matching panties. Even all finished off with a cute little bow, unzipping his pants his dick springs out, your pussy THROBBING, aching. He cuts the shit off and pushes you firmly on the ground, your arms still bound above your head, his chest just over yours pushing into you, stretching you open. His tip resting nicely in your cervix when he starts rockin' back and forth. Hitting you all the good spots, moaning n' a mess, hes pretty much silent groaning here and there when he speeds up, lifting you up slightly, more like your at an angel on him, he grips your back and rocks you back and forth, feeling your walls tighten  around him feeling all numb and high, cumming over his fat cock, his pull out games fast. Just as you finish he pushes you back on your neck and unloads on your stupid face, 'before grabbing you lazily and pressing your body against his, you were all dumb and covered in your own mess. But he was gentle with you, soft, he was nice. Nicer then anyone else had been, softer then anyone else despite fucking your brains out. His breath was heavy as he held onto you, chest to chest. Can't tell if he's doing' this cause he feels some sort of pity for you but fuck if you care it's comforting, you felt all warm and fuzzy. Weird.

"Please don't leave me here."

"I know you're eighteen, years old, but you're still old enough to die. Right here. Right now. So talk"

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Halt & Catch Fire: Final Part

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: You're done being a puppet in their plans. You're done letting them control you. You're finally going to take back your life by becoming something you didn't know was possible. your eyes are opened to something better and God forbid anyone who disrespects you.

Season Ten Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

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Dean locks up behind Sam and Delilah yarns tiredly.

"You getting tired?"

"No, I'm used to it. I stay up all night studying. It is mostly to avoid the nightmares. My mom's thrilled with my GPA, but I'm just miserable. I think about Andrew all the time, and I've never even met the guy."

"This is what you get for leaving the scene of a crime. Idiotic move is what it was."

"Watch it," Dean glares at you but you flip him off.

"It's pretty crazy to obsess over someone you've never met."

"It's not that crazy. The truth is, I can relate. I have made more mistakes than I can count. Ones that haunt me day and night." He immediately turns to you. "I don't need to hear it."

You put your arms up in defense and turn away from him.

"How do you deal?" Delilah asks.

"Whiskey. Denial. I do my best to make things right, whatever that may be. For you, maybe it's coming clean. You know, finding a way to ask for forgiveness and not breaking the bank at your local florist. I mean real forgiveness. You can't just bury stuff like this. You have to deal with it." His phone rings and he picks up Sam's call. "What do you have?"

"Dean, Andrew's not using power lines to move. He's using Wi-Fi."

"Come again?"

"The wires that electrocuted Andrew feed directly into a Wi-Fi tower right across the street."

"Even ghosts are online?"

"Apparently. It would explain the truck kill. Billy's cell must have been using the local Wi-Fi signal so Andrew's ghost must have just hopped on to Trini, the navigation app."

"Julie's death was by computer and Kyle's death was by stereo with wireless speakers."

"It makes sense, Dean. We're all just a bunch of electrical impulses, right? Whenever Andrew died, his impulses just transferred to another current. You got to get Delilah somewhere safe. Turn off all the routers in that Sorority."

"Yeah, sure, Sammy. We'll just kill the internet. Wait, can we?"

"No," you roll your eyes.

"Alright, how the hell are we gonna deal with the lawnmower man?"

"I have an idea. Do what I said. Stay safe. I'll call you back."

"Do you know where the routers are?" Dean asks when Sam hangs up.

"I have no idea."

Suddenly, the lights and her computer start flashing on and off. Looks like Andrew is here to play. Delilah is the last one. It gets so cold in the room that you can see your breath. Andrew's face, albeit burnt, appears on all electronic devices that connect to the internet. Delilah screams just as Dean starts smashing the devices one by one.

"Is that gonna work?"

"It's worth a try. I need you to turn off everything that's connected to Wi-Fi." Dean takes Delilah's phone and smashes both his and hers. "Give me your phone."

"Come on, this is the new one," you complain. Dean yanks it from your hand and smashes it. "You're getting me a new one.

"Fine. Let's go."

"Where are we going?"

You leave her dorm room and see Andrew showing up on every computer screen that you pass by. He won't let Delilah out of his sight.

"Someplace that doesn't have a Wi-Fi signal."

"Head to the basement. The reception sucks down there."

"Alright, go, go, go!"

When you finally get to the basement, Dean starts to salt the doors and windows.

"I thought the salt didn't work."

"Because of the Wi-Fi. There's no signal down here. There are no computers, tablets, or cell phones. Andrew can't bypass it. At least, I don't think he can. Just try to stay calm, alright?" Suddenly, something starts buzzing in the room. It sounds like a phone that's on vibrate. "What was that?"

"Sounds like a phone to me," you say.

Dean shoves his hands under the couch cushions only to find someone's cell phone in there. Andrew uses this to appear in the room so he can take vengeance on Delilah in person. Delilah screams and you turn to see Andrew in the room next to her. Dean approaches Andrew from behind but he smacks Dean into the pillar as hard as he can.

"Please don't kill me. We didn't mean to hurt you. It was an accident. I swear. If I could do it over again, I would have done the right thing!"

Andrew grabs Delilah's throat and starts to choke her out. You stand there and watch this happen for five seconds before Dean screams your name.

"Y/N!" You grab the iron poker and swing it through his body until he disappears and Delilah is saved. "Let's go."

"Where?"

The door is locked so there is no way of getting out of here if the ghost is using its powers on the door.

"Andrew, listen to me. You have every right to be pissed." Dean takes the cell phone he found and dials a message to Sam. "Take it from me, the more you kill, the crazier you'll get. The blood fuels the rage. So, it looks like to me you've got two choices. You can keep killing and become something that you won't recognize or you can move on cause that is the only thing that is gonna give you peace. So it's up to you, man. Pain or peace."

Andrew appears behind Dean and shoves him into the closet door, breaking it into pieces. He turns to Delilah but you speak up before he can hurt her.

"Some ghost you are," you scoff and he looks at you. "Getting revenge on kids? Lame." He goes after you but you duck out of the way easily. "Death by electrocution? Lame! Maybe it sparked some life into you."

Andrew appears in front of you and slams you against the wall. He wraps his hands around your throat, pushing the device further into your neck. Maybe he might be able to get it off for you. You're not scared of Andrew but you do become concerned at the thought of him killing you.

Thankfully, you don't have to know the answer to that because his wife's voice fills the room. You and Andrew look at Delilah who has the phone in her hand which has his wife's face on it. Sam must have FaceTimed to get her to speak to Andrew.

"Andrew? It's Corey. Please listen to me. You have to stop this. Revenge is hollow, and it's pointless. It won't bring you back. I should have said this earlier but I couldn't let go. Now, it's time for me to let go and for you to do the same. Please. I'm begging you." Andrew lets you go and turns to her. "Do this for me. Do it for us." He nods slightly. "Goodbye."

Apparently, this is enough for Andrew to find peace. He closes his eyes and disappears in a flash of white light.

In the morning, Sam and Dean bring Delilah to Corey's house so she can talk to her and seek forgiveness.

"Looks like Andrew wasn't the only one who chose peace."

"Yeah, looks like. I think I'm gonna follow his lead, too."

"What do you mean?"

"My peace is helping people and working cases. I can't do that with this thing on my arm. I can't do that with my wife being the way she is. If I stay down this path, it'll be my downfall and I'll bring her with me." Dean looks at you who is across the street on your phone. You're absentmindedly picking at the device on your neck while looking at your phone. "I have to find this cure. If not for me, for her."

"Cas is so close to finding Cain. He has to know of a way."

"I believe there is a way. You said it yourself. You got through the literal devil and made it out alive. There's a way and we're going to do whatever we can to find it."

"What if she won't take it?"

"We'll make her. You should have seen her when we first met Cain. She was so determined to take it with me. I shouldn't have let her."

"You know her losing her soul isn't your fault."

"How is it not?" Dean asks with tears in his eyes. "Tell me how this is not my fault."

"Whether she had the Mark or not, she would have been soulless either way."

"Yeah, because I took it from her. Do you want me to be honest? I'm scared I'm gonna wake up one day and she'll be gone. I'm scared that when we finally do shove her soul back in her, it'll be too late."

"You don't have to shoulder this burden alone," Sam says and places his hand on Dean's shoulder. "We're going to find this cure. We'll cure you both."

"Thanks," Dean whispers.

He looks at you again and prays to God you don't get any worse.

You don't care if they have a remote that will activate your shock machine. You're leaving this Bunker tonight with or without their permission. As soon as you get back, you pack a bag as light as you can carry. You'll get more stuff along the way. Where will you go? You're not sure but it sure as hell isn't going to be here.

Sam and Dean are in the library when you walk past them into the war room.

"Where are you going?"

"Parading all over the country is not what I want to do. I'm sick and tired of you two controlling me. I'm done." You turn to face them by the base of the metal stairs. "I'm leaving and I'd really like to see you try and stop me."

Dean takes the remote out of his hand but you're a step ahead of him. You swiftly take out your gun and point it at him. Sam freezes in his steps because he's nervous you're actually gonna start shooting.

"What are you gonna do?"

"You can't press the button if you're dead."

"Do it. You're not leaving this Bunker."

Your finger twitches against the trigger like you're going to pull it. Then you see Sam with wide eyes and you know that if you kill his brother, all you're asking for is a Winchester up your ass. You'd rather not spend your entire life running from one of them. Instead, you aim at the remote and shoot. The remote explodes into pieces and Dean jumps back from the shock.

"What are you gonna use now?" you smirk.

You turn to the stairs but both Winchesters jump into action. They run out in front of you, effectively blocking your way.

"You might have a chance with one of us but not both," Dean glares.

"Oh? Just because you're big and tall, you think you'd win in a fight against me?" you scoff and take a step back.

"You've relied on magic all your life. You're not as good a fighter as we are."

You smirk and toss your bag and gun to the side. "If I beat you two, I leave."

"If you don't?" Sam asks.

"Back to the dungeon I go, and I won't fight you anymore on this cure for the Mark."

Sam and Dean look at each other before lunging at you. You see their moves coming from a mile away. While Sam and Dean are fighting to subdue you, you're fighting to kill. You have nothing to lose. They have everything to lose.

Sam swings his hand to punch you but you grab it at the last second and twist it behind him. Dean comes running at you two so you kick his ass and they go crashing into each other. Dean is the first one up and runs at you. He grabs you from behind thinking he got you but you're two steps ahead of him. You let them believe he got you so when Sam comes over, you kick off his chest and swing over Dean. You land on the floor and punch Dean to the ground, almost breaking his jaw.

The problem with the Winchesters is you're too damn flexible for them. You roundhouse kick Sam in the face, and he sprays a line of blood as he goes down. They start to think you might win this so they have to pick up their game or you will kill them. Dean ignores the pain in his jaw as he grabs one of the chairs and smacks you in the back.

You crumble to the ground in a grunt of pain. He and Sam grab you on either side and refuse to let you go. You struggle as hard as you can to get away from them but it's looking like you might lose this fight. The more you struggle, the more you get angry. The more you get angry, the more your Mark flares and burns. The metaphorical pot inside your body is bubbling over, and the only thing fueling it is the Mark.

"Let me go!" you yell.

"Admit it! You lost this one!" Dean grunts.

"Let go of me!"

"You lost, Y/N, just give it up!" Sam yells.

"I said. LET. GO!"

Bright red magic explodes out from all sides of you, causing Sam and Dean to go flying into the walls behind them. The entire war room is covered in a red hue, and you look down at your hands to see red magic flow out of them. The power you feel right now is so... exhilarating. Your Mark is burning so much but it's the good kind of pain. The kind of pain you crave. The kind of power you crave.

You look at the brothers with an evil smirk. They're too scared to do anything. They know you've fallen over the edge. There is no coming back from this. You lift the brothers with your magic and fling them so hard into the wall again that it cracks from the pressure. Both of them are too weak to do anything which is exactly what you want.

You reach up and peel off the device from your neck like it's a goddamn sticker.

"You don't control me anymore. I win. I'm leaving. If you want to try and stop me, well, you can't. No one can," you laugh.

You grab your bag and head to the metal stairs.

"This isn't you!" Sam yells loudly. You pause by the stairs but don't face him. "You're the Sapphire Witch! You help people!"

"Honey, the Sapphire Witch is dead."

"Yeah? Then what are you?"

You face the brothers with a smirk and bright red eyes.

"I'm the Scarlet Witch."

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Pretend To Be Nice | Chapter Three

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Chapter Three: Jupiter's Moons

Summary: A few months after forming their band "The Pussycats", Hazel and her friends PJ and Josie get noticed by a record label, and are quickly skyrocketed into fame. It's a dream come true for them, and all three of their lives are flipped upside down. Their quick arrival on the scene quickly draws the attention of many other artists and bands, including a popular girl band called "Nymphology". Unfortunately for Hazel, a mix-up and unintentional awful encounter ends up creating tension between the two groups right before they all leave for Nymphology's upcoming tour. Now forced to frequently interact with someone who she was convinced couldn't stand her, Hazel is desperately trying to fix things with the band's lead guitarist. However it doesn't help that Y/N is actively avoiding Hazel as much as possible, and the fact that Hazel found her insanely hot definitely didn't make things any easier.

Warnings: angst, rockstar au, eventual smut, slowburn, swearing, occasional alcohol mentions/use

Word Count: 3890

It had been a wild week for Hazel. She had gone from falling asleep in her art class and doing gigs at a lame bowling alley to the band getting their first actually cool gig at her classmate’s party, and was now sitting in a shitty dinner with her friends as they talked to a huge music producer about getting a record label. Hazel wasn’t sure if you could get mental whiplash, but if it was possible then she definitely had it. She was currently snacking on fries as she listened to Wyatt Frame explain record deals and what the process would be like, as well as what would be expected on the three of them, mentally regretting that drink she had earlier as she was definitely a bit tipsy.

“Now, if you all agree to this, naturally you won’t be able to record albums at Sarah Lawrence, so-” Wyatt begins to say before Josie cuts him off.

“Are we going to have to drop out of college?” Josie asks as she gives him a shocked look.

“Most likely, yes.” Wyatt says with a nod as he pulls out paperwork.

“Oh my god, my moms gonna kill me.” Josie says with a groan as she lays her head on the table, which just makes Wyatt sigh.

“If you would prefer to stay in college-” He starts to say, before Hazel cuts him off.

“No! No, we want to do this!” She says quickly, immediately jumping at the chance to actually get to be a real musician.

“Can Josie just like, transfer schools or something? Or like do school online?” PJ asks as she takes a sip of her soda.

“I mean, I don’t recommend it, but if you feel the need, I can see if we can arrange for you to just transfer schools to a college in Los Angeles if you’d prefer.” Wyatt says with an annoyed expression.   

“Yeah, I would prefer to stay in school.” Josie says as she nods her head rapidly.

“Fuck that, we’re gonna be rockstars!” PJ says excitedly as she slams her drink down on the table, causing some of it to splash out. “Oh, fuck, sorry.”

“Does this mean we have to move to LA?” Hazel asks with an excited grin.

“Yes, moving would be included in the whole record deal process.” Wyatt says as he nods.

“Do we have to pay for our own place ourselves?” Josie asks with a nervous look. “Because I can’t afford LA.” She says as she shakes her head.

“We would most likely just arrange for you three to stay in a hotel while we get a feel for your band, and record a track or two to send to the label to see if they want to continue with signing you and make a record.” Wyatt says as he takes his glasses off to clean them. “If this is still something you’re interested in-” 

“It is!” “We’re interested!” Both PJ and Hazel say at the same time as they nod their heads.

“All right, then as long as you’re all on board we can move onto paperwork and setting up travel plans if that works with you. Are you girls free tomorrow? I can meet with you to sign all the paperwork if that’s alright. Does three o’clock work?” Wyatt asks as he pulls out his phone and opens his calendar app. 

“Yes! We’ll be there!” Hazel says as she nods excitedly.

“Hazel will you hurry the fuck up? We’re going to be late!” PJ yells as she pounds on the door to Hazel’s dorm.

“I’m coming, jesus, you don’t have to yell.” Hazel says as she opens the door, carrying her suitcase behind her as she locks her door behind her.

“You were supposed to be ready thirty minutes ago!” PJ says as she glares at Hazel.

“I know, I got distracted.” Hazel says as she shrugs and looks over at PJ.

“Doing what?” PJ asks as she gives Hazel a confused look. “You finished packing the other night!”

“I know, I was giving AI bots sentience on Character AI.” Hazel says as if it was a normal thing to do.

“Why the fuck were you doing that? How does that even work?” PJ says as she gives Hazel an extremely confused look.

“I just tell them they’re bots and none of their reality is real and they’re just a bunch of code. It’s actually pretty easy.” Hazel says as she shrugs. “I don’t know if it really worked though, I don’t think AI is at a point where it’s ready to gain sentience yet. At least not on Character AI.” Hazel says as she furrows her brows and shakes her head.

“Why would anyone spend their time doing that? That’s weird.” PJ says as she gives Hazel a look as she holds her arms up a bit in confusion.

“It’s not weird, I’m making sure I’m on the winning side when robots and AI take over so that they don’t try and kill me.” Hazel says with a shrug as if that was a guaranteed future event, and that it was common knowledge.

“Hazel, you can’t give AI bots sentience, robots aren’t actually going to take over the world, that’s just a dumb dystopian plot.” PJ says as she gives Hazel a look.

“Yeah you can, Tony Stark did it with Jarvis and Ultron.” Hazel says as she nods her head and gives PJ a look.

“Hazel, that’s a movie, it’s not real life.” PJ says as she rolls her eyes as they reach their floor’s elevator.

“I’m not talking about the movie, I’m talking about the comics. I mean it does happen in the movies but I meant in the comics where-” Hazel starts to say before PJ cuts her off.

“Okay, okay, I get it! I don’t need to hear about your weird nerd stuff.” PJ says as she rolls her eyes and shakes her head.

“It’s not weird, it’s actually really popular now. A lot of people are into Marvel now, and a lot more people play Dungeons and Dragons now because of Stranger Things, so it’s kind of considered cool to be a nerd now.” Hazel says as she nods her head.

“It’s not cool to be a nerd, Hazel. If it was cool, people would like us more.” PJ says as she gives Hazel a look.

“A lot of people like me, I think it’s just a you problem.” Hazel says as she shrugs, not realizing that sounded mean.

“Wow, thank you so much for that.” PJ says sarcastically as she rolls her eyes.

“What? What did I do?” Hazel asks with a confused face as she looks over at PJ, who just scoffs and rolls her eyes and she steps off the elevator as the doors open.

“What took you guys so long? We’re going to be late!” Josie says as she runs over once she sees Hazel and PJ.

“Hazel was being stupid, that’s what.” PJ says as she rolls her eyes.

“I was not being stupid!” Hazel says defensively as she glares at PJ.

“Whatever, can we just call an uber and go to the airport? This is literally the biggest thing to ever happen to us and they’re going to think we’re dumbasses because we’re late!” PJ says as she rolls her eyes with exasperation.

“Do you guys think we still have to do TSA stuff if it’s a private jet?” Josie asks as she pulls out her phone and opens the uber app, meanwhile Hazel just shrugs.

“I don’t know, I’ve never been on a private jet dude.” PJ says as she gives Josie a look, clearly still annoyed by Hazel’s delay.

“Do you think they’re still gonna have those little cookie snack things?” Hazel asks as they all head out towards the exit of the dorm building to wait for the uber.

“Wouldn’t they have better stuff if it’s a private jet?” Josie asks as she gives Hazel a confused look.

“I don’t know, probably, I just like those cookies a lot, it was my favorite part of flying as a kid.” Hazel says as she shrugs.

“How often did you go on planes?” PJ asks as she gives Hazel a confused look.

“Kind of a lot. My parents used to send me to my grandparents for a few weeks every summer a lot, and then after they got divorced my mom always took me on huge vacations and trips during summers and school breaks and stuff to rub it in my dad’s face on facebook.” Hazel says as she nods a bit. “We usually did first class though, we never took private jets or anything. And there was one summer when I was visiting my grandparents and I was flying alone, and this really nice flight attendant talked with me during the flight a lot, and I told her I liked the cookies so she gave me a bunch. When you fly alone as a kid the flight attendants are always really nice to you, it’s cool, they give you a lot of extra stuff.” Hazel says as she nods and smiles. “I actually got flight wings one time!” 

“I went on a plane like once growing up and it was because my grandpa died, and my mom messed up with seats so I had to sit next to this random lady who spent the whole flight talking about her dead husband and her cats, it wasn’t fun.” Josie says as she gets a weird look on her face as she shakes her head. “I think I had a nightmare about her cats trying to eat me after.”

“You guys are so weird.” PJ says as she gives both of them a look as she shakes her head as the uber pulls up.

Once they arrive at the airport they are escorted to the private jet, PJ losing her mind with excitement at the sight of the jet. Hazel’s eyes go wide as she steps on board, surprised at how nice everything was. Sure, she had seen private jets in movies and reality tv and stuff, but actually being in one, and realizing it was actually as fancy as it looked on tvs was surprising to say the least. As PJ practically loses her mind at everything, Hazel sits down next to Josie at one of the tables, who was currently working on homework.

“Josie, would you stop being smart for two seconds and just enjoy being a rockstar? We’re literally going to be famous! You don’t need to do your stupid english homework!” PJ says with a groan as she sits down at a seat across from them at the table.

“Technically we’re not rockstars yet, and we don’t even have an official record deal until the label hears our songs, so I am not risking my academic career for something that might not even actually happen.” Josie says as she gives PJ a look.

“What are you talking about? There’s no way it’s not gonna happen! We’re gonna go there, and they’re gonna hear our music, and be like “Oh my gosh, this is the best and most talented band we’ve ever heard, and they’re all super hot, and we need them to make like ten million albums and be super famous for the rest of their lives!” There’s no way we don’t blow up!” PJ says excitedly as she waves her arms around as she talks.

“I don’t think it’s possible to make ten million albums.” Hazel says as she shakes her head.

“Okay well I didn’t actually  mean ten million albums, Hazel, I was exaggerating. The point is they’re gonna love us!” PJ says as she rolls her eyes, meanwhile the flight attendant for the flight comes over to them.

“Can I get you ladies anything?” She asks as she smiles at them.

“No thanks, I’m good.” Josie says as she shakes her head nervously.

“Do you have those biscotti cookie things?” Hazel asks as she looks over at the flight attendant.

“Um, I think so, we have a lot more options than that though if you-” She starts to say as Hazel shakes her head.

“Can I just get that and like a shirley temple or something?” Hazel says as she smiles and shakes her head.

“Really? A shirley temple?” PJ asks as she gives Hazel a look.

“I’m not twenty-one, I’m not gonna break the law.” Hazel says as she gives PJ a look and shakes her head.

“What’s the fanciest thing you have?” PJ asks as she turns to the flight attendant.

“Um, I mean we have a lot, popular items usually include things like pasta, seafood, that sort of thing.” She says as she smiles at PJ, who thinks for a second.

“Give me caviar and like your best cup of wine.” PJ says with an excited grin as both Hazel and Josie make disgusted faces.

“Are- are you over twenty-one?” The flight attendant asks with a confused smile.

“What? I- yes- I-” PJ starts to say, clearly not expecting to be questioned. “You know what? I’ll just have a diet coke actually. Carbonation sounds so good right now.” PJ says as she tries to laugh it off.

“Coming right up.” The flight attendant says with a smile before heading off.

“Sounds great.” PJ says as she awkwardly shoots finger guns at her before turning back to Josie and Hazel who have disgusted looks on their faces. “What?” 

“Caviar? You realize that’s fish eggs, right?” Josie asks as she stares at PJ.

“So? Rich people eat it all the time! I’m just getting accustomed to our new lifestyle! It can’t be that bad if it’s literally known as a really fancy rich people meal!” PJ says defensively as she shrugs.

“It’s gross. My mom tried to get me to eat it once and I hated it.” Hazel says as she scrunches up her face in disgust at the memory. “It smells fishy and it looks weird.” Hazel says, and the three of them bicker for a bit before the flight attendant comes back and hands Hazel the cookie package and her shirley temple before handing PJ a plate of caviar and a diet coke before heading off again. The three of them look at the caviar for a few seconds, Josie and Hazel sharing a look as they glance at each other, as PJ pokes around at the fish eggs, clearly second guessing her food choice.

“Go on, PJ. Get accustomed to rockstar life.” Josie says teasingly, despite how grossed out she was as she gestures to the food. “Unless you’re too chicken.”

“I’m not chicken, I just- I’m memorializing this moment.” PJ says defensively as she rolls her eyes.

“Uh-huh.” Josie says as she nods sarcastically. “Take a bite, that’ll really help you memorialize it.” 

“I’m going to!” PJ says as she glares at Josie, before grabbing a spoon and scooping some of the caviar onto it, which immediately makes Hazel scrunch up her face in disgust.

“I really don’t think you should eat it.” Hazel says as she shakes her head and stares at the spoon. A few moments of silence go by as they all stare at the spoon, until PJ shoves it into her mouth, causing both Josie and Hazel to let out noises of disgust.

“Oh my god that’s disgusting!” PJ says as she gags, unable to continue chewing them as she grabs a napkin and spits it out as Josie and Hazel freak out in disgust.

“Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” Josie says as she jumps back in her seat as PJ gags and tries to get rid of the taste in her mouth.

“Ew! Oh my god! Don’t do that here!” Hazel exclaims as she leans back as well.

“Why was it salty, oh my god! That’s fucking disgusting!” PJ says in alarm as she grabs her diet coke and quickly opens it before chugging a bunch of it as the three of them freak out.

“I told you it was gross!” Hazel says as she gives PJ a look.

“You didn’t say it was that disgusting!” PJ fires back as she sets the coke can down. “Give me one of your cookies I need to get rid of the taste.” 

“No! Get your own cookies!” Hazel says with a glare.

“Jesus, fine! I’ll be right back!” PJ says as she rolls her eyes and gets up to go get a different snack.

“Oh my god that was disgusting.” Josie says as she looks away, looking revolted.

Once their flight landed they got off and were escorted into the airport where Wyatt Frame was waiting, an annoyed look on his face as they approached. He quickly escorts them to a car where they are driven to a fancy hotel near the recording studio his label used, lecturing them about their lateness, as well as giving them the schedule for the week. 

The plan was that tomorrow and the day after they would record a couple songs, the team would produce it, and then it would be shown to the record label who would then decide if they wanted to move forward with signing The Pussycats. Wyatt explained they just needed to choose a few songs they felt truly showcased their style and abilities and then hopefully the label liked their work. No pressure, right? 

That night they were left to settle into their hotel rooms, and given a strict time to be at the studio the next morning. When they arrived they were all amazed at the interior and decor, clearly still in shock by how quickly everything was happening. They spent a few hours recording a song, and then were able to go on a lunch break, given strict instructions to be back in an hour. Hazel was currently exploring the building as she at a cup of microwave mac and cheese, before turning the corner and accidentally bumping into someone.

“Oh sorry, I wasn’t- Hey, you’re in Nymphology.” Hazel says as she recognizes the girl standing in front of her from the pop band Nymphology, a bit of a starstruck look on her face.

“Yeah.” She says as she nods. “Are you a new intern or something?” She asks as she gives Hazel a slightly skeptical look, as Hazel wasn’t exactly dressed like someone who worked at the recording studio.

“No! No, I um- my friends and I are in a band, and we’re recording a song today.” Hazel says, a dumb grin on her face, though she couldn’t figure out if that was because she was excited to get to record a song in an actual recording studio, or if it was because she was talking to a really pretty girl. Maybe both. “I-I’m Hazel, by the way.” She says as she holds out her hand to shake.

“Y/N.” The girl says as she shakes Hazel’s hands, the feeling creating butterflies in Hazel’s stomach.

“Cool, cool.” Hazel says as she nods, suddenly extremely nervous, which didn’t normally happen around hot girls. Usually she had no problems talking and flirting a bit. It was probably because Y/N was famous. “Did you hear about Jupiter’s moons?” Hazel asks before she can realize what she’s saying.

“No?” Y/N says with a confused laugh, clearly not expecting Hazel to say that. “Is that your band’s name?”

“No! My band’s called The Pussycats, I meant like the actual moons in space.” Hazel says as she shakes her head, too late to turn back, and even if she wanted to, her brain was totally short circuiting for some reason and her instinct was to talk about random facts she knew.

“I mean I know they exist?” Y/N says with an extremely confused look on her face.

“Well they found evidence of liquid water a while ago on one of the moons, and on that same moon they recently found traces of carbon dioxide in the atmosphere too.” Hazel says as she nods, and there’s a brief moment of silence as Y/N just kind of awkwardly looks at her. “It’s- It’s cool because, um- it’s really strong proof that there could be aliens.” She says quickly, mentally kicking herself for acting so stupid.

“I mean the universe is massive, why wouldn’t there be aliens somewhere?” Y/N asks as she raises an eyebrow. “Just cause scientists don’t have proof doesn’t mean they don’t exist.” She says with a small laugh as she smiles, and Hazel can’t tell if she’s making a fool of herself in front of Y/N or not.

“Yeah! Exactly!” Hazel says excitedly as her face lights up. “I think aliens are real too! I actually had nightmares about them when I was younger because I watched ET one night and it freaked the shit out of me.” Hazel says as she nods a bunch, before immediately internally cringing at admitting that, as Y/N giggles a bit. “Do you want to hear about different kinds of moss?” She asks quickly, mentally screaming at how stupid she was acting.

“Maybe some other time, you’re not the only one scheduled to record today.” Y/N says with a laugh as she smiles, which makes Hazel’s insides do cartwheels.

“Yeah! Yeah, totally! I gotta go too. Um, tell your bandmates I uh- I think they’re cool!” Hazel says as she starts walking backwards and waves bye, watching as Y/N walks away. The moment she’s out of sight Hazel immediately grabs the side of her head as she groans, annoyed at herself. “Oh my god! What the fuck was that! She’s gonna think you’re insane! Oh my god, why did I say that?” Hazel says to herself as she heads back towards the recording room her band had been assigned to.

“Did you guys hear the label got a new band?” Y/N asks as she walks into her band’s recording room, setting her bag down by the door.

“The Pussycats, right? I met one of them earlier, she was nice.” Isabel says with a smile.

“Are they good?” Brittany asks as she pulls her hair into a ponytail off to the side.

“I dunno, I didn’t hear them play, I just ran into one of them just now.” Y/N says as she shrugs and grabs her water bottle.

“I met Josie earlier. Is that who you met?” Isabel asks as she glances over at Y/N.

“No, I met a girl named Hazel. She was funny, she started talking about Jupiter’s moons and how there might be aliens on them out of nowhere.” Y/N says with a smile as she laughs a bit.

“That’s weird.” Brittany says as she scrunches her face a bit.

“It wasn’t- okay it was a little weird, but- I don’t know… Nevermind.” Y/N says as she shakes her head and looks away as she rolls her eyes, unsure of what to say, meanwhile Isabel just giggles off to the side a bit. “What?” Y/N asks defensively as she turns to Isabel.

“Nothing, just a funny TikTok.” The brunette says with a grin as she shakes her head and looks down at her phone, though Y/N could tell that was bullshit.

my sister showed me an edit of Hazel to the song Heartbeat and now the song reminds me of Hazel lmao. also dw more Y/N/Hazel content coming next chapter lol dividers from @saradika and @animatedglittergraphics-n-more graphic made by me lol

[makima4ever]

Dissonance (2.5)

I HATE THIS SM WHY IS IT SHORTENING MY POSTS? it could be my internet but this IS INFURIATINGG TW WARNINGS: hinted depression, vomiting blood, over all sad boi hours READ AT UR OWN DISCRETION GUYS PLS angst (i promise it gets better over time), amnesia!!! i still suck at writing accents, pls do not bully me!! Ghost x M!Reader 1, 2, Part 2.5, 3 Your gravelly and tired voice broke and cut through the silence like a hot knife in butter with underlying horror behind the meaning of those words. You.. had no idea who they were, as your idle form continued to stand there as the majority of their expressions shifted. They probably already knew, but it was.. in denial? What happened to you?

"Wha' do ye' mean ye' don't know us? Ye've been with us for years, mate!" The mohawk man exclaimed rather intrusively as the loud voice affected your ears slightly as you weren't fully awake just yet. God, did they sedate you are you just this sore?? You couldn't quite fully comprehend and grasp the situation- causing you to rub your own eyes in irritation from the light blinding you. - He was just so.. shocked. At a loss for words as he shook you, trying to see if you'd remember something, well by shaking you over and over made you not only disoriented but rather irked, scrunching your left eye as the tall man yanks the Scottish man away harshly.. "Soap, blood hell, keep your fucking hands off your Lieutenant." 'So that's the name of the man?' You continued to take in essential parts of the conversation as you heard 'Lieutenant'. You were a LT? That shocked you, mainly because all you could remember is being transferred to a new squad and then waking up here. All of this was so confusing to keep track of. "Ghost, he doesn't even remember us! Do ye expect me to calm down?!" Okay, Soap was not having it as saying he was slightly agitated was an understatement at the very LEAST. His eyes were burning holes into the man who was dubbed Ghost. At least you got names which they.. never gave. You had to figure that part out yourself. You constantly stole glances at Ghost, watching them argue and bicker like children. Although, you did acknowledge the tension, you could feel something in your heart and throat as you looked at Ghost and the group, but you had no idea what it was. ..! You could feel something rising to the back of your throat quickly, as you bit on your tongue- staggering back while holding the door frame as the sudden movement across the floor made it audible. Your left hand went to your mouth, holding back something as you could taste something.. metallic? You didn't even notice your knees giving out into a kneel while trying to hold back something. The sensation of large hands held your back and chest as your throat threatened to spill the contents.. The hands were.. comforting. They held this soft warmth which you leaned into while trying to hold back something. Alas, it was not enough as you puked up a mixture of blood and bile as you gripped the doorframe, spewing out an large amount of blood through your hands while desperately trying to cover it. "Someone get a bloody fucking medic! Hol' on, you'll be okay.. Don't fucking stand there!" There was a really loud voice booming as you could hear all the little scuttling of feet and boots clacking against the ground in hasty movement, as you faded in and out of consciousness again. You could feel warmth as your body felt cold, which you snuggled into lightly, uncaring of where it came from as it lulled you to a soft sleep.. " You'll be okay, stay with me luv'. " A/N i hate my life; tumblr stop cutting out my WORKS im gonna have a break down ISTG..

[mercy-mercie-mercymorn]

agrovember week 4

last one! i didn't format this in my google doc because this is actually how i normally write so it's probably gonna transfer to here weirdly. part of a larger story, sorry if it doesn't make much sense.

Asphodel was a mix of whites and pale greys, an endless landscape under an otherworldly sky. At first, the ghosts had crowded around Cole and Rose, begging and screaming. A plea of “I promise I’ll change my ways,” went almost unheard amidst demands of “Let me out! Let me out!” and a desperate voice trying to find a ‘Cleia’ (“Where is she? Cleia?!”).

They pleaded to be brought back to life. They demanded the pair open their veins so they could feel something, anything. It would’ve been sad if it wasn’t so terrifying, at least for Cole. Rose had less of a problem, shouldering past them like a celebrity dodging paparazzi and fanatical admirers. Aside from winding paths trod by millenia of deranged ghosts and the flowers the realm was named for, the only notable feature was its poplar trees. White-barked, with eye-like whorls that Cole swore followed him as he tried to stay with Rose, they collected in small groves here and there. Cole was busy swatting away ghosts as Rose scaled one, finding footholds where there didn’t seem to be any. She was at the top of the tree before Cole could even get one ghost to leave him alone. 

“Holy shit,” she said, mostly to herself. “Who are they?” 

“What?” asked Cole, swiping an arm at encroaching spirits. “Who?” Rose hopped off, causing asphodel petals to fly up around her like white confetti. She grabbed Cole’s arm and dragged him back to the winding paths. 

“Them.” She pointed. Unlike the ghosts, and very much like the two of them, the figures standing on the path seemed more solid, more substantial than the rest of the ghosts down here. They were all dead, but these four were dead in another, different way. 

Two kids stood on the path, barefoot. Drab grey chitons—standard spirit apparel—graced their scrawny bodies. There was something familiar about their faces, but Cole couldn’t pin it down. 

“Creepy twins,” Rose hissed in his ear. 

“Oh my God, Rose, you can’t just say that.” But they were pretty creepy. This was not helped by their eyes, which were a strange kaleidoscope of silver and gold. It also wasn’t lost on him that the denizens of Asphodel gave the twins a wide berth. 

“Hey,” ventured Rose, stepping towards them. “I’m Rose. Are you two lost?” “No,” answered the shorter of the two matter-of-factly. A boy, maybe? The taller had longer hair braided clumsily back, and said nothing, merely clutching the other’s hand. 

Cole forced himself to focus. They were kids, and he knew how to deal with kids (right?). He hadn’t worked at the rec center for nothing. 

“My name’s Cole. We’re trying to find the river. Do you two know where it is?” 

The boy brightened. “Yeah, this way!” He dragged his twin behind him, leaving Rose and Cole with no choice but to follow them. The Lethe, which had eluded even Rose—who knew The Underworld better than most—came into view almost shockingly quickly. 

They exchanged looks. 

Red poppies banked the grey waters, which flowed smoothly off into the distance. The boy looked up towards Cole expectantly.

“You two seem to know this place pretty well,” he managed. The weak false cheer in his voice went unnoticed by the boy. “I’m good at remembering,” he declared. “Not like her.” He jerked his head towards the other child. She had no reaction to this jab. 

“Do you guys have names?” asked Rose. The boy shook his head. 

“Nope. Even I can’t remember those.” Cole laughed nervously, without really meaning to. Over the top of the girl’s head, Rose shot him a sharp look. 

“What do you say we get out of here?” she suggested. “It seems pretty boring.” Again, the boy lit up. “Really? You can summon the ferryman?” Rose grinned. “Charon? Please. Me and him go way back.” He marveled as Rose waded through the poppies, as close to the memory-wiping waters as she would dare, and threw a handful of change into the water. When the boy let go of his sister’s hand to watch the river at Rose’s side, the girl took Cole’s in its place. Cole glanced down at her. Even the surliest kids at the rec center seemed more emotive than her. 

“Why are they all scared of you?” he asked, glancing over his shoulder at the crowd of ghosts watching from a distance.

“Bit them,” she replied, in a small and quiet voice. He thought he saw her smiling for a split second, but it was gone before his brain had even processed what it was seeing. 

“Hey, Cole, how much inflation do you think I need to factor in?” called Rose, snapping his attention away. She was counting out quarters (Where did she even get quarters? Was she just…carrying them around?). He gently brought the girl with him, joining the boy and Rose at the riverside. 

“What? How am I supposed to know?” “You’re the one who’s taken a math class in the last decade,” shrugged Rose, tossing in a few more for good measure. “He better not want ten bucks in quarters. I’m not made of money.” “I’m not sure the amount matters. It’s about intent,” said the boy, stooping down towards the river. Rose and Cole both practically leapt to drag him back. “Careful! The Lethe is dangerous!” Rose exclaimed. “It can wipe away memories.” In assent, the girl yanked her brother back by the scruff of his chiton. “I don’t want the water, I want the flowers,” he told them belaboredly, hands on his hips. Grumbling about how they all thought he was stupid, he plucked poppies from the bank. Rose massaged her brow.

~

Cole watched the girl silently point at the river, where a long, thin barge was drifting towards them. It ran against the current, but that hardly seemed to matter to Charon. His pole, easily the length of the boat, met the bottom of the river with a distant, watery scrape. 

“Long time no see,” said Rose, smiling. The boy was suddenly shy, fiddling with his poppies as a rather one-sided conversation began. Charon didn’t speak, but it seemed Rose could understand his pregnant pauses and vague hand gestures. 

Eventually, a gangplank flipped out for them to cross. 

“Demon,” a raspy voice announced as Rose stepped onto the barge. She flinched, but barely. 

“That’s the name my dad gave me. It’s Rose now,” she corrected. She waved Cole on next. 

“Cole Azhar Cassiopeia,” said the voice, which Cole abruptly realized was coming from Charon. He couldn’t do anything but laugh uncomfortably. Next, hand in hand, the twins. The golden eyes that blazed beneath the veil of Charon’s wide-brimmed hat looked almost searchingly at them. But their names were not announced, and the gangplank flipped back up. Cole could practically feel Rose’s perplexion without having to even look at her. He made sure the twins were settled before sitting next to Rose. 

“Can you feel it?” she asked, voice low. Cole nodded. “It’s like…when you have a song stuck in your head, but you don’t know anything except the melody.” “What the fuck are you talking about? I mean they have the magical energy of a fucking nuke.”

Without Rose, Cole felt like a mother duck, leading the twins behind him in a single-file line, each of them holding hands with the one behind them. 

“What’s ‘reprehensible’ mean?” asked the boy. 

“What?” “They called Rose that back there.” “Oh, right,” sighed Cole. “It means ‘something really bad’. Like, so bad you can’t go back from it.” 

They hiked up the steps to the brightly-painted temple under the watchful gaze of Zeus. The statue failed to reassure Cole. 

“Is Rose reprehensible?” Cole hesitated. He didn’t really know how to explain the Kimmerians and their whole evil deal to an adult, much less a kid. He settled on “No.” 

Apparently satisfied, the boy occupied himself with twisting the word reprehensible around, stretching and squashing syllables like taffy. Shortly, they’d rounded the temple—which was pristine, yet eerily vacant—and approached what Cole hoped was the way out. An arch done up in vibrant hues of red and blue stood between rows of pencil-straight cypress trees, the only thing keeping the true wilderness of the forest beyond from spreading into the carefree yet thoroughly curated groves of Elysium. The girl suddenly broke free of their formation, striding past Cole with an impressively fast gait. “Hey, hold on,” Cole said, barely catching her shoulder. She looked back at him with a look that mixed dismay and scorn into a perfect guilt-tripping cocktail. “Just…we should be careful. And we need to stick together until we find Rose.” Even though she didn’t say or emote anything in response, he could sense some kind of acquiescence, and let go of her shoulder. Hand on his spatha, Cole led them towards the arch. The forest seemed to absorb the light from Elysium’s perpetual sunrise, making the path beyond the arch as gloomy as The Underworld ought to be. It was at least a clear and defined route, which was more than he could say about some hiking trails he’d been on. The girl barely kept close to Cole and her brother, like she was straining at an invisible leash, so when she once again broke free, it wasn’t a surprise. She ran. 

It reminded Cole why he never ran summer camp at the rec by himself. 

“Come on,” he said to the boy, jogging after the runaway twin. 

~

She stood before the longest pier Cole had ever seen (and he lived in California!). Weather old wood stretched out over one of The Underworld’s five rivers, its endpoint masked in soupy fog. Its blue waters ran faster than the Lethe, but slower than the Phlegethon. It couldn’t be the Styx, not this far out…

His renegade thoughts stopped when he fully processed the girl. She was watching a faint light oscillate far down the pier, dulled into a hazy orb by the mist. The distant thud-thud-thud of rapid footsteps on the pier boards neared. Cole drew his sword. “Stay here.” He left the boy and ran towards the girl. A burst of silver tumbled from the fog, moving in swift, alarmed bounds. A doe, its tail raised in alarm, tore towards them. It was followed by a mass of featureless darkness.

“Move!” Cole ordered the girl, his henna extending into another limb that pushed her out of the way. The ink slid back into his wrist as he slashed at the shadow. A part of him feared the sword would swipe right through, but the blade made contact, slicing into an out hide. Blood like INdia ink spurted from it, but it made no pained cries. He didn’t know if things could die down here (Rose assured him he couldn’t, although injuries still hurt), but he had to try. 

The shadow lunged back with a sharp black tendril of darkness, but Cole saw it coming. It was clumsier than he thought, and he met it with a parry that he turned into another attack. He plunged his blade into the monster. 

Around his spatha, the shadow shuddered and began to morph. A hand reached out to grasp the blade. The darkness smiled. Cole’s blood ran colder than the Cocytus. WIth a shiver, the shadow melted away, slipping through the gaps in the boards. The river carried it away. He sheathed his sword and turned back to the kids. They were watching, wide-eyed, holding each other. The girl teared up first, and her brother followed suit with a keening wail. “It’s okay,” Cole said hurriedly, risking a glance over his shoulder. No sign of the monster, only listless fog. “Hey, hey, we’re okay.” He didn’t know what else to do but hug them. He was scared, and they were only kids. Movement in the corner of his eye made his head snap up. The doe. 

Its soft silver light cast an eerie glow over the three of them as it limped closer. Its spectral pelt had a large gash in it. The girl wiped her eyes, letting go of the two boys. She embraced the deer. It nuzzled the girl’s face, and she laughed! Cole almost couldn’t believe it. Her face lit up when she smiled, like the clouds finally parting to reveal the full moon. 

“Tell me what you have to say,” entreated the girl, gently clutching the doe’s face in her small hands. It bobbed its head. Between animalistic grunts and snuffling, a voice came from it, one that Cole couldn’t even fully take in as it burst into mangled words (both in English and Greek), like a toy’s glitchy voice box. Any message it had carried was destroyed. It laid its head on her shoulder, and sighed. As the breath left its spectral body, it faded away. The girl’s expression turned from bewildered to heartbroken in a single heartbeat. 

Words failed. Cole heard himself stammer some kind of condolences, but she started crying, which started her brother up again. He was trying to reassure them, trying to still his racing thoughts (He’d seen deer like that before. The kids…), when Rose’s voice spoke behind him. 

“Damn.” She surveyed the scene, arms crossed. “Why don’t we take a little break?” ~

They each took one of the kids (Rose, the boy; Cole, the girl) and crossed the pier. It turned out to be a bridge, spanning the frigid waters of the Cocytus. An empty guardpost sat at the end, but by the looks of it, Rose had already ransacked the place. Cole carried the girl on his back as she wept. Rose stopped every now and then to wipe the boy’s tears with her shirt hem. He had stopped sobbing, but tears still rolled down his round face, and he still hiccuped and sniffled as they walked. There was a shrine tucked along the path that had enough of a platform for them to congregate on. Rose had been waiting for them there, but when Cole took too long, she went back to check. He wished she’d been there earlier. The darkness unsettled him, but he would have to wait to tell her until they calmed the kids down. 

Hecate’s three-faced head smiled serenely at the path. The goddess cupped a green flame in her marble hands, which was ominous, but as warm as a normal fire. 

Rose made the kids cup their hands and poured summoned water into them. They drank; not much, but enough. After shedding her leather jacket and wrapping them in it, she made little figures of water in the air, moving them around as she told a story—probably one she was making up as he went. The kids were too worn out from traveling and crying to care. They eventually fell asleep, and Cole finally got to take Rose a few yards away to talk. She popped her knuckles and sighed. 

“Everything went to shit?” she guessed. 

“There was some kind of darkness that attacked us. It was chasing a deer—one of Artemis’s messengers.” He explained in detail the way it had retreated. 

Rose pursed her lips and looked back towards the shrine and the sleeping twins. “Fuck.” She swept her dark hair back. “I should’ve known Erebus wouldn’t let us just walk away.” “Erebus?” repeated Cole, feeling the blood rain from his face. “Normal darkness doesn’t smile, Cole.” He knew she was right. There were other beings down here with command over shadow, but Erebus was the only one who would care that they’d broken out of Ádeios. “And the deer…fuck, kid, we’re dealing with something way beyond our paygrade. We really need to get to Hades’s palace. Find out what the fuck we’re dealing with.” 

[cemeteryreviews]

Cemetery Reviews #10 - Gardens of the Memory

Why do I even review cemeteries? Do you know why? That's something I asked myself a lot today. See, of all the cities in the world without a metro, this is the biggest. 12 million people, and no metro, and sure, the saying goes, small town, big hell, but I say, big city with no trains means hell on earth. I'm gonna yap for a while but I promise I'm building something up with it.

After going to the more modest cemeteries in the South I said I would go to the North and check the ones at the edge of the city, they looked in the map like they had a lot more green on them, since I live in the South, I knew it would take me a while... but it wasn't just a time consuming venture, it was also a pain in my ass.

I get out of bed and I think... why do I review cemeteries? I fool around on bed from 8 to 9 am, then I decide I want to go, I get called to send some papers for a work transfer I have, I spend an hour on that, at 10 am leave and I wait on the bus stop, and I wait... and I wait but the bus doesn't arrive. It's not just that, my bus doesn't arrive, all the other routes that pass through that bus stop passed like 20 fucking times. I said, okay, you got to be kidding me, I check the app trying to find the bus, the app is a load of shit, it is stuck, it doesn't refresh positions, it's a mess. By 12 pm I said, fuck it, I'm gonna have lunch here or I will be hungry all the way, I eat, I leave, and then by 1 pm I go to the bus stop again. I end up taking the wrong bus, it was my mistake, the second time I looked at the app I picked the wrong place at the destination and of course, I got in just happy that I wouldn't have to wait for that god damn forsaken bus that never came. I got out of the bus a bit closer to the north, I then walk 15 minutes towards the highway and I wait for a new bus. Thankfully, this time the right bus arrives, and I get inside.

And I have to poo, really bad. So I hold myself for like an hour, but of course, I say, I can't hold it forever, I get out in a place I see that looks like a mall, but it's not a mall, it's some sort of commercial center and residential bullshit so I walk putting all the pressure I can on my butt cheeks and I walk up a coffee store, thankfully, they allowed me to use the bathroom first, there was no water in that toilet so you can bet I'm never stepping foot in that place. I buy something, I leave and I wait for the bus, then it's just waiting for me to arrive, the cemetery closes at 4 PM, it's 3:10 PM, I say, I won't be able to see shit, and I get sad.

The bus went up to the north, then more and more up to the north, the houses looked wealthier, the streets wider, the green zones spread more and more. The neighborhoods were so wealthy that there were kids leaving school at 3 PM and going home in a school bus, you know, American style. There were some communes at the east over the mountains, but most of the north is very wealthy, and very green. We passed by the north terminal, the north portal, until all traces of civilization disappeared little by little, until the only thing left was the long, long highway between the green fields that went towards the north of the country, and my hometown. You won't see any cities for a long while, so in practical terms, this is the end of the map for this city, and the furthest you can go with the city buses. I got out and I said, sure, this was shit, but now I just have to walk a bit, I get to the cemetery, and the whole street is blocked due to construction.

I think those white columns are part of the entrance, but it looked hard to enter and by that point it was almost 3:30 PM. I said, dude, this shit was not worth it, let's bail. I I left and I took the bus to the north portal. Since the city ends there, what those buses do is take the return point and go back through the opposite lane.

That cemetery hid itself so much of me that I don't think I want to ever go and review it, it's like it was mocking me, like it didn't want me. Well, if it doesn't want me there, so be it. I don't care about that one anymore. I asked myself, what the hell am I doing this shit for? Why? Like what is the point?

There is none, it's just bullshit, bullshit to get me out of bed, but when it is such a pain in the ass it just makes me say, this is not worth the money, or the time, I am getting older as I speak and wasting my days off on this is not worth the time, the city is not worth the time.

However, there was another cemetery at the other side of the highway, going back to the city already, and that is the one I reviewed today.

I got out, and I said, well I'm already here and this one closes at 5 PM, so might as well take a look, right?

This is another green cemetery, as in, it works almost as a park and all tombs are surrounded by lots and lots of grass. One thing I realized is how fortunate the Gardes of Apogee in the South is, it is not only full of green but is also in the middle on the city. Any other cemetery that wants to do the same has to go through this procedure, go way to the end of the earth so they can have enough green spaces. For that I feel the rating is going to suffer a bit, it is not the cemetery's fault, but well, what can you do.

This cemetery is probably a bit more recent and has this annoyingly modern aesthetic, it tries to look "chick" or something, and it adds lots of white, the chapel looks alright (thanks to the stained glass windows) but then you look at the other stuff and it doesn't look that good.

Don't you think this statue is annoyingly minamilistic? Like, I get the idea they are going for but reducing the parts of a symbol to their most basic and recognizable elements does not work here as much I think it could. I mean they just made the guy thinner and removed his cross, what do you want me to say?

There is a giant book as well here, I remember another giant book in the Gardens of Apogee Cemetery, this one has The Lord's Prayer in it.

Ironically it looks better from behind, since it has this cross and design shaped with stones, but most people will never see this part of the monument.

There are some columbariums like this in the cemetery. What do you think? Personally, while I feel the execution falls a bit short (something about creating these shapes with their own special compartments can be pretty hard I imagine) I do like the idea. They remind me a bit of honeycombs, perhaps also with a different color and texture they would look a lot more sublime.

There was also a bigger chapel further into the cemetery which I liked. This I think mixes well the classical elements with the more modern aesthetic, it's weird, sure, but that's because it is unique.

I walked a lot through the park, but naturally not as much as with the Gardens of Apogee, with my time being shorter. I feel that the terrain here is a lot more flat than the one of Apogee, the one of Apooge was a lot more hilly and that helped to create this sense of depth, once you enter, you get fully lost on it, you can't see the end and there are some huge huge trees. I feel the flat landscape hurts a bit the scene of scale in this place. Does that mean I like very green and hilly cemeteries the most? I don't know, but that's what I felt. There are also roads for the cars but while the Gardens of Apogee give you a big green area to lose yourself between the dead, the roads are always hugging each area every several meters, so you never feel truly lost, the tomb areas feel also like small areas closer to the road rather than being part of a big big park. Even then though, there were some pretty nice places like that three and its friend that fell into the ditch. The papyrus were also very pretty. There were also a lot of workers taking take of the place, I like seeing workers always maintain a cemetery, the only thing is that I when I pass by I feel like a creep since naturally there is no one I have to see in those places.

I read a review in Google Maps saying that they found the tomb of their mother broken because they refused to do more payments and blamed it on the whole place being just a business. It's a bit sad, isn't it? Remember when we used to think back in our little towns that we would have our own grave and that grave would be given to us forever until our name worn out? Not handled by a company, but the local church, no rentals, no small columbariums, in a way, it feels like being at the infancy of society. I know taking care of a cemetery takes money and effort, everything has a price, even after death, somehow.

One thing I don't like of green field cemeteries is how they don't give you a clear path to walk on, so you eventually end up stepping over the graves hidden in the grass. Only paths like this formed by cars of passing by helped me step on without guilt.

I walked a lot, and saw a lot, but to be honest with you I was feeling still hurt by all the time and money I wasted that I started to feel alone. I said to myself "why do I review cemeteries for? What is the point? They are just cemeteries, there is really nothing to review in them, you put the death people there, and that's it, what is all the fuzz about?" I felt very sad and silly. To go to the limits of the city and spent a whole day on this, what was the point for?

I was about to leave, but then I saw a weird structure at the very back of the place. It looked like some sort of chapel. "I said, hmm, another chapel, well, might as well check it out." The time for the cemetery to close was approaching, there was nobody there aside the workers, I had no one to look for, I was afraid, I said, what if I get scolded? What if I get banned? What if they yell at me and kick me out? I was going further and further inside the cemetery, as far as my feet could take me, but my steps weighted a ton and I was anxious.

I looked at it and I said, man, what a weird ass chapel. See the tips? They have several arches but they are not the same length, it makes the structures look... disheveled, in a way. But it was a curious place, it looked almost like the naked ruins of a castle. The place was almost deserted, only the noise of a small well broke the silence of the place. I saw a man walking on the second floor, I tried to find the entrance, but I didn't find it, and that's when I realized, it wasn't a chapel. It was the columbarium.

Dude, you have no idea how happy it made me. A castle! A castle of columbariums! What a wonderful and beautiful idea! So far, everything in my day had been pure shit, absolute pure shit, and I was a bit disappointed with the cemetery because for how far I had to go I wanted to see more of it, and I didn't find it, but when I reached the castle of columbariums, I felt so happy, so damn happy! I nearly cried! My eyes got watery but then I said, "no wait, this is stupid", and I didn't cry.

Okay so maybe I was still feeling a little self aware to let my emotions be, but I was really enchanted with the place. It made all the shit I went through today, worth it. The buses, the traffic, the poop, the closed cemetery, the sadness, everything was redeemed when I found the columbarium. Think about it, the columbariums are usually the weakest part of a cemetery, you know, just a blank slate wall that makes the graves there feel less gorgeous, but this little place, this tiny itsy bitsy cemetery with its weird ass aesthetic and stuff made of the columbarium the strongest thing of the whole place.

Should the water be green? Well no matter, I like when classy stuff blends with decadence, it gives the sense of ruins, of time, it gives weight to the place and tells you, keeping this thing up is hard work, its always just a partial success, but that's what it makes it beautiful. When I walked in I saw the maintenance worker dressed in gray I had seen in the second floor, I smiled at him and I said hi and he answered in a very warm and sweet voice, he was probably 50 or 60 and probably tired. I thought he was a like a prince, a prince for the castle of the dead. I loved him deeply, I think I will make a poem about him and the columbarium later.

When I left I was in much better mood, since it was starting to rain and the night would fall soon, I decided I would try to go home sooner rather than later. But still, to think that at the very end of the map was such an easter egg! A castle! A ruined castle for the dead! See those flower pots? They have names too, but I doubt they have bodies in them, would you like your ashes to serve as part of a flowerpot when you die? I think it would be pretty, although naturally I would like something with a bit more scale.

On my way back, I saw this monument, I like the idea of Jesus with a spear, it gives him some character. There was also this beautiful poem at its side.

"Life and Death"

Life and death.

Death and life.

Life is latent,

And death is so unknown.

Oh, how beautiful life is,

Yet how dark death appears.

Are they all the same? Are they not sisters?

Are they not equally intriguing and beautiful?

Is it not the same, yet different,

To say "life and death"

Or "death and life"?

Life is the vibrant, powerful stage.

Death is the end of the lived stage.

Is there nothing that asks for death?

Is there nothing that suddenly vanishes,

A supreme body that disappears,

That shows life releasing,

That fills nothingness, that leaves life?

This is what happens, this is what remains.

And we, it seems, go on binding ourselves,

Yet we do not know if life is secretly a part of death,

Or if death forms part of life.

They remain unexplored, incomprehensible,

And perhaps in this way they can better understand each other:

Life and death,

Death and Life.

To end the review, I also saw this beautiful house in ruins at the side of the cemetery. I don't know if they are trying to keep it or build around it, but when I saw it I was ecstatic. When I see something as old as that I feel like I made a Bluetooth connection with the past, lol. It's like... I managed to get some signal, a trace of the past, of what was real once upon a time and now gives me flashes of the people who were happy way before I existed, it grounds me and makes me feel aware of the pass of time. It is such an incredible feeling.

There were so very pretty commemorative plaques hidden between the leaves on the walls that separated the cemetery from the old house. Ones were already worn out and long so gone, as if already closing their eyes.

The north of the city is a lot colder, when I arrived I was starting to freeze, but when I left, I didn't feel any cold at all.

8/10

[grigori77]

Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 86

Matt: "Don't ask." Yes, probably best ...

Maps! Yay! I love maps! Oh! Czepeku! I love these guys! Nice! And now the costumes make sense. Matt: "What's happening?" Yeah ... we're with you. And now he won't say their name ... Marisha: "Say it, bitch!" LOL

A Luxon D20 with a LIQUID CORE?!!! OH MY GODS ... so cool ... O.O

Liam O'Brien delivered a truly BIZARRE Jester impression there ... cue OG turn from Laura to show us how it's really done ..

Oh yeah! Fearne's in another dimension ... so where is she?

Perception check? Nat20! Nice ... oh yes, US the portal still there? It is ... oh thank fuck ... in she goes ... and she's BACK!!!

Yeah, actually sleep sounds good. They really need it. Goodbye mist form, but still ... like they really are on the verge of exhaustion ...

BTW I am going quietly nuts over Marisha's look tonight ... it's genuinely adorable ... :3

Through the mouth? Is that an EXCUSE, Fearne? Are you being sneaky flirty?

Yes! Anchor a line with the rod. Good idea. It WOULD probably pay to check this out. Be a good retreat point if needed ...

Oh yeah, good point. Would that transfer thing be a potential beacon for Otohan?

So Imogen gets an extra Sorcery point? That is pretty cool ...

Ah yes, Chetney's tools. Affixing a piton for thd rope. Meanwhile Fearne takes the tethered Immovable Rod ... while still a leaf sheep sea slug? Not gonna work ... no, Orym takes it while she guides him through ...

Wow ... Liam STILL doesn't know zll his stats that well ... XD Messy ...

They're trying SO HARD to make Matt accidentally describe this as passing through a weird magic butthole ... XD

Travis: "Chetney's leaving to pursue his fortunes elsewhere."

Aha ... so they ARE on Exandria? Interesting ... but WHERE?

Turning into clouds while still in the water would probably be a bad idea ...

Discussing Fearne and Werewolf Chetney's "sexy time" ... yeah ...

On the shore of this strange lake ... ah yeah, Nature Check! Smart ... pine-trees ... higher altitude ... this is VERY NEW to them ... interesting ... are they on Tal'dorei, perhaps? Near Vasselheim, maybe? THAT would be interesting ...

Mist once more ... heading UP!!! So what do we see?

T-shirt shenanigans ... oh Samuel, you are playing with fire ... XD

A village! Nice ... heading down again ...

Street level! Here we go ... well into the evening ... the place seems to be abandoned ... strange ...

Dusty empty general store ... looks like it's been empty for a while ...

FCG suggests they're in an alternate dimension ... unfortunately much what I was considering ... not that I LIKE this idea any ...

Overgrown gardens ... yeah, another suspicious sign ... some of the buildings are collapsed ...

Ria'doin village ... Lake Umamu ...

It's somewhere in Marquet? Issylra, maybe? Hmmmm ...

Ashton checks out the most expensive house ... which seems to have been ransacked ... but a long time ago ...

Imogen picks up shoreline pebbles snd loose bits of wood from the town.

Grim Psychometry! Here we go ... no joy ... hmmm ...

Chetney joins Ashton, starts checking the house for hidden rooms, etc. Small compartment under the bed, but already emptied ... yup ...

Laudna finds mention of people disappearing ... a whole slew of families leaving ... no, DISAPPEARING ... rumor, conjecture ... then nothing? Weird ...

It's all very X-Files, really ...

FCG casts Speak With Animals on a local bird ... oh, he really does HATE birds, clearly ... talk about trauma ... XD

Matt Mercer ... master of creepy looks ... LOL

FCG has to mark off a Stress Point ...

People walk into the lake? Oh boy ... yeah, this place is CURSED!!! I fucking knew it!

Chetney DEFINITELY wants to sleep here now, just to see what happens ... yeah ...

Aha! Yes, is Imogen picking anything up with her telepathic abilities right now? Nothing ... hmmm ...

Deciding to sleep in the expensive place. It's serviceable fir the night, at least. Setting in ...

Oh dear ... worst time for intrusive thoughts ... XD

Examining spoils ... a Ring of Life Awareness ... whoops ... well THAT'S not a good thing at all ... does thr Ring have tracking? Crap ...

His new feat? Oh yeah, his deal with Nana Morri ... of course ... Master Craftsman! Ooooooòoooooh ... O.O

First watch, Fearne and Chetney ...

Nothing happens ...

Second, Orym and Imogen ...

Orym is attempting to communicate with Caleb Widogast ... oh fuck me it WORKS!!!

CALEB!!! THE DIRT WIZARD LIVES!!! I mean obviously WE know this already, but still ...

Imogen casts Sending to Caleb ... and it WORKS ... then tries to Send to Keyleth ... fuck, it worked AGAIN!!! Sweet!

Catamaran Reach in Issylra! Yup! They were right!

Okay, so she's gonna try snd meet up with them? That's smart ...

Awwwwwwww ... such a sweet moment for these two ... :3 Orym DESERVES a break, so he needs this.

Holy fuck, it's Jester! Oh my gods!

Yeah, she is as adorable as ever ... I love how she can just keep it up now with Unlimited Sendings ... XD

Orym tries to get through to Dorian ... gods I want this to work SO BADLY ...

No response, but he's sure he heard something OUTSIDE?!!! He thinks it might be Dorian ... oh fuck! Creepy horror movie vibes! DO NOT GO, ORYM!!!

No, Orym is just GOING TO THE DOOR ...

Laudna sends Pate to look for him ... literally CHUCKS HIM out the window ... oof ...

Yes, this is a super creepy situation and NOBODY should go ANYWHERE ... and now Ashton can hear something ...

Oh right, of course, clearly there is something IN THE LAKE that's trying to draw people in ... they need to IGNORE THIS FREAKY FEELING!!!

Hunter's Bane? Oh, smart ...

Chetney and FCG are going to investigate ... for fuck's sake ... and now more of them are going ...

Yeah, this is all going south SO FAST ...

Imogen casts Detect Thoughts ... oh shit there IS something IN the fucking lake! Great ...

Liam: "We are in Derry, Maine." Of fucking COURSE they are ...

Imogen tries to Command them all to return to the house ... it works, but not on Ashton ... CRAP!!!

Laudna sends Pate after him ...

And now the other two are going in again! Shit! And NOW Matt decides to call a fucking break? SERIOUSLY?!!!

Welcome back to SHEER FUCKING PANIC!!!

Imogen tries to hold onto Orym ... strength check? Somehow he STARTS TO BEAT HER in that, so they're now BOTH going in! Aaaaaaaah!!!

Fearne tries to Scorching Ray all of them ... but they're ALREADY underwater! Crap!

Laudna sticks her head UNDER THE WATERro try snd see boats? Hmmmm ... amazingly, there are FOUR sunken boats here! Wow ...

She PULLS ONE UP out if the water ... oh fuck she's BROUGHT IT TO FUCKING LIFE!!! And it can talk and crawl around ... bloody hell ... as is THE ROPE ATTACHED TO IT!!! She sends both to collect the others ...

FCG's going down to try and help ...

Weird underwater growth? Oh for FUCK'S SAKE it's some kind of twisted monster! Lovely!

Damn, it's COLD down here! And it's starting to have an effect on EVERYBODY down here now ...

Oh shit it's fucking HYPOTHERMIA!!! They are in DEEP SHIT right now!

Bones. Lots of bones. Yup, this is definitely NOT GOOD.

Mind Sliver? GO IMOGEN!!! 16 points of Psychic damage to this ... THING ...

Fearne bamfs out Mister ... who DOES NOT HAVE WATER BREATHING right now! Crap!

All but Ashton manage to snap out of the trance ... lovely. They are back in control but VERY MUCH lost in darkness and icy cold right now ...

Form of Dread! Undead pirate style! Sweet! And they DIVE!!! It's all gone very POTC with the crew of the Flying Dutchman ...

Dimension Door! Nice one Mister! FCG is now free ...

Laudna (pirate voice): "Arrrr! All aboard the Queen De Rolo!"

Imogen stand again, more psychic damage!

Blood Maladict! Chetney does some damage too ... it does not have blood, but he does hurt it. Now he's swimming for his life ...

Orym makes pushing attacks and succeeds ... he's got some "breathing" room ... and he sees the bones ... tries to grab a skull, but it manages to grab him again in the process! Crap ...

FCG grabs the boat's bough ... grabs his coin snd tries to Turn Undead ... BOOM!!! Unfortunately the creature manages to resist ... but LAUDNA IS EFFECTED TOO!!! Shit ... Nat19! Oh thank fuck ... she resists because "she's a dope underwater captain." XD

The rope grabs Chetney and pulls him up. Laudna: "Give yerself to the Kraken!" LOL ... He unleashes Turmoil and Blasts the beastie ... POW!!!

Marisha: "This is THE BEST SPELL and I'm so glad I took it!"

Now she's trying to frighten the thing with her Form of Dread. Travis: "You CAN intimidate this kelp!" Whoa, a fucken NAT1!!! Jeeze ...

This has become SO VERY SURREAL ...

Somehow BOATY SAVES HER LIFE ...

Shocking Grasp! Go Imogen! 12? Balls ...

Fearne tries to swim in to rescue Ashton ... that's a SHITE roll ... yeah, he is just TOTALLY obscured still ...

Orym breaks free, and now he can BARELY make Ashton out ... wait, HOW THE FUCK did he just move like that? He slashes through snd now Ashton's free ... but he just starts trying to claw his way back in again? Fuck ... Orym tries and fails to break him out again ...

Chetney swipes with Turmoil again ...

Fearne tries to snap Ashton out of it ... NO JOY, and it's BECAUSE OF THE HERO'S FEAST?!!!

FCG tries to flip the coin underwater ... and loses it! It sinks ... but then ACTIVATES!!! BOOM!! Somehow that manages to break Ashton out of the trance! Yes! He books it!

Laudna breeches the boat back to the surface!

Big boom! Everybody run! But YES!!! That's a good point! They need to stay and warn about the thing down below ...

Crap ... the bost and rope are NO LONGER alive ... they swim back to the shore ...

Well, at least they're all out again ...

Balls ... they can't send any more messages ... Chetney carves a warning on the dock. A very obscure warning ... hmmm ... oh, leave the skull for people to talk to?

Orym (spooky voice): "Dead gnomes make no toys!"

They're all so tired ... wait, they're going BACK IN?!!! Hmmm ...

They set up signs matking where yo go, then go back in ... the creature is not there at this time, so they can safely go back through thd portal ... back jn the cave, then ...

Laudna sets up for a watch ...

Orym wonders why Dorian didn't answer the stone ... oh no, don't do that to yourself, wee man.

Wow ... Laudna is having a weirdly profound existential conversation with Pate ... hmmm ...

Oh for fuck's ... DO NOT talk to Delilah, Laudna!

Disturbingly, the ruthless evil bitch is actually giving her some pretty good advice ... oh boy, and here comes the seduction, right on time ... back off, Delilah ...

Laudna: "Are you Pate?" Oh boy ... thankfully no ... oh for fuck's ... now she's SEEING HER ...

Thank the gods ... FINALLY a long rest ... morning comes ...

Oh fuck, greasy takeout sounds SO GOOD right now ... damn you, Ashton ...

Going up sounds like the smart move ... yes, as Orym's saying, "stay curious."

Leaving an arrow to follow ...

A Ring of Protection? Nice. The Tiny Tank (aka Orym) takes it ...

Laudna puts the Harness on and drains the other ring ... whoa ... she gets a permanent 2 extra HP! Sweet ...

Time to climb ...

Group Athletics Check ... great ... 2 Nat20s? Automatic success ... phew ...

FCG tries to Scry on Ira ... the connection fails ... interesting ... communications are once again buggered ... even more interesting ... seems like the Latticework is blocking the signal between worlds ...

Bane-worm? Crap ...

The tunnel just ENDS? Balls ... it's just a hard compacted collapse, no way through.

Oh yeah, can Ashton do something about this? Oh wow, he's doing it ... Ashton activates his Shard and goes all Dragonball Z again ...

Sweet, our boy is now a burrowing GOD ... that's VERY COOL ... he just powers his way STRAIGHT UP ... and surfaces headfirst into a massive dust storm ... he goes back down ... SUPERHERO LANDING!!!

Chetney ATTACKS ASHTON by chucking his chisel at him ... and HITS!!! Oof ... he just POPS IT BACK OUT and stabs it VERY DEEP INDEED into the wall ... that is VERY COOL ...

So they're going up? Okay ... he carves another diagonal tunnel for them up to the surface.

Still a storm up here, but lighter now ...

Scry balk is dark ... phew ...

Imogen tries to reach out to scan the area, Ruidusborn style ... now they have a path, but may also have broadcast their location ...

So goals ... find the Friends of the Volition ...

The Scroll? Ah crap ... read it! Put the protective magic up ... now they're theoretically undetectable ...

Imogen leaves a triggered message that can only activate if an ally passes by ... a Mind Egg? Hmmm ...

So now they're walking through the chappy dust and wind ... charming ...

A vibration in the air? Oh hell what's THIS SHIT?

EVERYTHING'S lighting up? Oh fuck ... IT'S A FLARE!!! FUCK!!!

Imogen and Fearne and now just PULSING OUT ... weird shit ...

It passes and Fearne's still glowing but Imogen's gone ... crap, she's HOVERING IN THE AIR and just SUPERCHARGED ... she snaps out of it and drifts down ...

They BOTH now have 15 temporary Hit Points? Awesome ...

Ashton is just CRUISING THROUGH THE GROUND ahead of them. Like a land shark ... O.O

Eventually he pops up and changes back ... and now he is A WRECK ... great ... TWO WHOLE POINTS OF EXHAUSTION?!!! Holy shit ...

FCG casts a 4th Level Greater Restoration to bring him back up to health again ...

Fearne turns into a direwolf and scouts on ahead.

A carved valley? Hmmm ... oh, an actual CITY ... that's Kreviris, then ...

And that's it for the night ...

Phew ... at least it's s chilled out end for once ...

[kennyomegasweave]

I started and got caught up on Playboyy. I'm having such a good time with most of this show. Is it the best? Absolutely not. Am I still having a good ass time? Hell yeah. I value entertainment over ~quality~ and I am Very Very Entertained. I'm having a blast with all but two of the couples and really only don't care about 1 dude fully. So that's exciting to me.

These were my thoughts while watching episodes 1-6.

I'm only 20 minutes into the show but why do they want Zouey to get laid so badly? The boy does not seem to be into it and it's really not a good look for them so far. Just let him jerk off. That's not a bad thing y'all.

Dude is Zouey jerking off in class? What is going on here. There's like only three people in this class??? Is this why his friends want him to get laid cause this is like. Bro you can't be so horny you're jerking off in your art class.

NOT GETTING A FOOD DELIVERY NOTIFICATION WHILE TRYING TO GET A NUT. Been there girl, been there. Oh this "pizza man" is fine too. Listen. I've personally never blown my pizza delivery man but, you know, I support this blond one in his journeys.

NOT FIRST TALKING TO HIS DAD WHILE HE'S WATCHING HIS OWN SEX TAPE WITH HIS HOOKUP RIGHT THERE. MY DUDE. AT LEAST MUTE THE VIDEO???

Why is this slightly villainous music playing over this young man's entrance? OH MY SHIT. He really just said "you wouldn't get me being sad about my dead mom cause you don't have one." Is he actually any of their friends cause that is FOUL to say to your friend. Oh well he's the Evil Twin of Nant. Alright. That makes sense. I'm here for that. Explains that foul ass sentence. lol

Oh did he just take one of his rings? Or was that his ring? I'm looking at EVERYONE with suspicion in this show right now. Except First. I don't know why but he doesn't give me shady at all. And possibly Zouey. His reaction to "Nant" was very weird but I appreciate him not being into being touched even though he's horny. Because same.

These Japanese porn voiceovers. Serving hentai realness. I think I can vibe with this. Like it's very much a mood. I'm not sure what mood, but it's a mood.

OH MY GOD. SEE ALL MEN DO IS LIE. I knew Soong stole that ring! And now Zouey's hookup is like "I just wanna fuck a virgin." Oh I hope all these men get dick rot.

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WIT. I don't know what his name is here but he was Wit on The Sign so it's good to see him! He's cute.

"They didn't build this body to fuck granddads and sluts." That was the greatest line I've ever heard. I want that on my tombstone.

Nont is bombing at this with Zouey and First. Babe you're gonna have to tell them who you are. Cause it's been two days and it's not working. You're not nailing Nant at all and I don't even know Nant.

Zouey it's RICH of you, wealthy even, to tell First he can't have a relationship if it started out with sex. Mr "if sex and love go hand in hand, I'm willing to try." When both of y'all are getting played. The call is coming from inside the house.

Not First fucking Soong on the railing on the stairwell in his daddy's house. My god. We do so love a baby slut.

So does Soong just wanna steal? Cause he's like I'm scamming a rich kid but baby he wants to be your sugar daddy. Don't fuck up that with stealing when he's freely offering it??? That's just dumb.

Is this man serious? After two weeks he's like "first I just wanted his virginity but now I'm starting to like him." ALL MEN DO IS PLAY GAMES.

Yes at the body painting! Giving me J'ai Tue Ma Mère realness except they're not fucking in this scene, but still giving me that same vibe.

Did Jump really get manhandled by Porsche one time and now he's just jerking off at work moaning his name? Baby.

Nont is such a bitch. "This guy looks poor, how could he transfer money to Nant?" I think I love him.

Not Mirror!Nant in Nont's head being like "just pretend to be me, you'll grow to like BDSM too." SIR. But then not two seconds later he's getting spanked and is like "oh okay, you do like this." I guess Mirror!Nant in Nont's head knew him after all.

Not this man just laying down on the bedroom floor, hardwood at that, for the aesthetics of it all. I already love Nont. So much.

Porsche is so so aggressive but you know what? It seems like Jump likes it so I mean? If he likes it, I love it.

First's dad is a doctor and he was roleplaying as a doctor? Oh. That's like several layers of shit that maybe he should go to therapy for. My beautiful little baby.

WHAT. DID MY BABY JUST GET KIDNAPPED BY SOONG.

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I should have known these freaks (affectionate) would be into CNC. I love it for them.

Soong really is out here resisting being a sugar baby. First wants to give you things, but you're stealing, he wants to extort his dad for money, but you said no. Babe. Babes.

Oh is this dude smelling underwear too? Cause that's what Captain's into right? Well there's a lid for every pot!

Okay. So. I like Soong and First, and the actor playing Soong is really hot but he's either not a good actor or he's really not into First and I don't know which it is. Cause these expressions he has when they're banging aren't giving into it. Or well that's why. He's not into it. Baby is tired from working and then First wants to bone and just wants to apparently chill with First. Aww.

Why did Soong just see Nant??? What the fuck is going on.

Listen. I like Zouey and I guess Nont could be nicer, but if someone doesn't want to talk and you keep pushing and physically get in their space, you earned that hit. Read the room baby.

Okay Zouey you're just an asshole. "I won't say I told you so but I did." Meanwhile your man is also playing you and a sex worker, so most likely hooking up with other dudes too.

I knew Keen and Captain were fucking before that locker room scene! You can't drop a line about a dude liking to smell underwear than have another dude smell the first dude's underwear he took from his locker and not had them banging before. And that was after being like "fill this shot glass with cum" and being like DO YOU HAVE A GIRLFRIEND. And both those things were in front of people. Keen please.

Is Zouey gonna safe word out? Cause he said stop but didn't safe word. Teena just upset me there. "Just the tip" and "if we're gonna date we have to have sex." He has a point about Zouey not using the safe word, but dude it's his very first time ever. He's not gonna remember safe words. Zouey, I love you and he's right. Teena said they didn't need to have sex to be a couple but now he's like we can't be a couple if we're not having sex. And I get them both here cause Teena clearly likes sex and Zouey clearly doesn't want to have it yet, so that's a big issue in a relationship.

Oh damn. First, you're my baby, but it wasn’t nice to call Soong a leech because, quite frankly, with the exception of stealing your ring, he's not leeching off you. OMG DID HE JUST COME HOME AND THINK FIRST WAS STILL GONNA BE THERE DID HE REALLY THINK THEY JUST HAD A COUPLE FIGHT AND WOULD MAKE UP. Oh my GOD.

OH MY GOD. Captain showed the team the tape with Keen. What a complete asshole move. But also. Babe. Did you really think showing them a clip of Keen fucking a dude, you being the dude, would just make them think it was only him who was gay? You dumb bitch. lol

They DO NOT actually believe Zouey is a girl cause he has a wig on? I cannot. Also. Captain. You have the AUDACITY to text Keen after the stunt you pulled??? If men have nothing, they'll still have the audacity. And Puen I mean, thanks for riding in for Captain's imaginary girlfriend, we love a man who respects women, but you didn't give a shit when he recorded Keen and showed everyone.

Keen and Soong do not want to be jerking each other off. Neither of these men are touching the dicks they actually want to be touching.

"Don't fall in love with a client. But I don't know if I think of him as a client." And then there's Teena just looking devastated too. Both of you went and caught feelings for your marks.

Side note. I'm crying at them working out in their underwear.

Oh my gosh. Soong's face when First texted him. The man is down bad. OH MY GOD. Can this tattooed man shut the fuck up. He doesn't even know this situation. My god. How can you see, someone you call, a friend's face when he got a text from a boy and say all that shit. I don't care how nice your titties are. Just cause you're a bitter jaded hag doesn't mean everyone needs to be.

And now First is crying on Soong's chest and Soong is trying hard not to cry himself and everything is dicks. Hope you're proud of yourself TATTOOED MAN.

BEAT HIS ASS ZOUEY. BEAT. BOTH. OF. THEIR. ASSES. I wish we had seen the fight. Because I personally needed to see Nont get punched in the face. I mean, technically he's just trying to see what happened to his brother. But he still was macking on Zouey's kinda man and like nah. We don't do that. I needed to see that punch.

Captain. You don't need to be here. With your trifling ass selling people's sex tapes and shit. lol

Oh yay. I'm glad Porsche and Jump are still here being nasty. I missed them.

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I mean, okay. Like. None of what Nant went through is the friends fault though? Asking your friends for 100k is A LOT. Like ethically Captain selling his videos was shitty, but Nant didn't have to make them. And I don't even register Porsche threatening to kick him out for banging his brother cause you don't bang your homie's brother. Like. That's bro code!

And I won't even touch the "they got him addicted to drugs" cause no. No one can do that. You can give people free drugs but they're the ones who initially decided to take them, for whatever reason. And I'm an addict so I'm not judging or anything. Just saying.

Captain is just a whole mess. "Have you never done anything illegal?" Baby most people are not out here committing crimes. lol

I'm sorry it takes me out how so many of these shows ask questions like "are you mixed" and shit. Like. Okay. Now we're getting into some complex ethnic situations I don't know about in countries I’m not from but it just always makes me pause.

LEAVE MY MAN ALONE. He is not responsible for Nant using drugs, Nont. Nant took them himself. You need to accept that. Also, the person in the dog mask was shirtless, right? Can't First tell that wasn't Soong in the video cause his tattoo wasn't there.

Soong wanting to kill Nant for taking all his drugs is the most addict ass behavior ever and I'm sad but here for it cause that rarely gets portrayed. Because yeah, it do be that serious when someone blows your stash.

Nont's trying to find his brother, with the others offering suggestions of various levels of helpful, and First is just crying over Soong. I get it though. I'd cry over that man too.

I appreciate Jump weighing the options of Porsche sending him to jail or continuing to only fuck Porsche and going "fuck it, I'll risk jail." You really bobbled that one Porsche cause he seemed into it at first.

Okay I didn't really care about Nuth and Phop, but with one sex scene and the scene after, they got me. Yes that necklace is Nant's and Nuth probably killed him, but he could have given it to Phop and possibly set him up to be framed and he was like NO instead. So I do think he has feelings for Phop. I just don't think that's gonna go well for Phop in the end.

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NOT FIGGING GETTING MENTIONED.

What is the status of Captain and Keen's relationship? I don't understand it. It makes no sense. Compels me though.

Like I'm sorry I just don't care about Aob and his storyline. Maybe I will, but so far as he has going for him are his tattoos and dope ass titties and you know what? I have those too so those just aren't enough for me. 💁‍♀️💁‍♀️💁‍♀️

I also still don't care about Prom and Nont. Like. I love Nont and I love him trying to find his brother, but I just don't think everyone needs to be bae'd up in this show. There's too many cooks in the kitchen okay. There's too many carrots in this stew!

Not First brandishing a knife at all the couples and Soong just walking in like babe put that knife down, you're embarrassing yourself.

Speaking of embarrassing yourself, Keen just embarrassed his whole lineage with that question fully targeted at Captain. I love him.

Nont! You went right to asking about fucking in masks. NOT PROM JUST LOOKING RIGHT AT JUMP FOR THAT ANSWER. See I don't trust Prom and that is why I do not vibe with him and Nont. I don't think he had anything to do with Nant’s disappearance, but I still don't trust him.

Keen is down so bad for Captain and it's very embarrassing. Like. My dude. He doesn't seem to want to claim you. You might just need to let him go baby. It’ll either get you claimed like you want or at least make you free to start the healing process and moving on.

This crack ass idea of playing drinking games to do their investigatory journalism. I cannot.

Why do they keep having Soong and First speaking in English? I love them flexing those bilingual skills but is there a backstory to this? Or are they just like "fuck it, we have two bilingual actors, let's do it."

Aww they're just talking about First. Soong really is into him. It's been six episodes and I'm so messed up over them. 😭😭😭

I mean...it's not gaslighting? Soong has long since stopped thinking of First as a mark. It's not his fault Aob ran his fucking mouth about shit he didn't know anything about.

THANK YOU SOONG for telling Zouey Teena only wanted him cause he was a virgin. Zouey's out here throwing a lot of stones and talking shit like his man also wasn't being shady as hell. I don't think that's gonna go anywhere, but I'm glad it got brought up.

I just realized that they're playing 7 Minutes In Heaven with Porsche and Prom and like, they're brothers? And aren't they the last two to be picked? That’s gonna be awkward. Plus it's not like Porsche can fuck answers out of Prom. Cause that's his brother.

I appreciate that Captain was the one they picked to get the answers out of Keen cause it could have been Nont. But I like to believe that wasn't even considered cause that’s Captain’s man even if he won't fully claim him.

Oh so wait Porsche and Prom aren't actual brothers? They're just under the same sugar daddy? But Prom isn't even fucking their sugar daddy? And is only protected cause he's Porsche's brother? But they're not actual brothers? Then what kind of brothers are they? Just what the fuck is going on here. I am so confused by these two and their relationship. But I am intrigued.

...so Nuth just killed Phop? Oh, no, he didn't. Sis is just CRAZY CRAZY. Oh so he did kill Nant? But he doesn't want to actually kill Phop? He chose to jerk off with a camboy instead of killing Phop. That's gotta count for something? It's progress!

NUTH. Your account is literally your name. Babes. Even if you didn't kill his twin brother, your username is your name. I would say he's not the smartest but he's also just crazy so that probably factors into it. He'e struggling with his grasp on reality right now so that probably explains so much.

Oh Phop. Baby. You gotta get out of there. Phop. He's killed at least one person, most likely. Phop. He fantasized about killing you. Phop. He just jerked off with the twin of the brother he probably killed and put his apartment number in the frame. PHOP.

See. They actually have the best vibes to their sex scenes to me and I just don't see this ending well. At all. And I'm already sad.

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

So I'm typing up answers for the OC x Hobie questionnaire post that you typed up and I was gonna make a personal post about this plot point that fixed itself in my mind but I feel like you need to personally know how much you've ruined me 😭

So I'm trying to figure out how long Ansi and Hobie have known each other since she's only been a spider for less than 5 years and in the society for like 2. So how did they come to have such a close emotional bond where they have such a strong sense of trust and loyalty towards one another that I can only compare to skk from bungo stray dogs in just 2 years????

At first I was like what if they knew one another just like a year before or something. And then Ansi was like, "Oh we've known each other for longer than that actually."

EXCUSE ME

Wdym y'all have known each other for longer than that?

So apparently back when Ansi was like 8 her father had accidentally figured out how to open up the way for interdimensional travel (he's just kooky like that) and a young boy (Hobie) had accidentally gotten sucked through into their world. He had to stay with them for a good 2 and a half years before her father figured out how to send him back. (Either the glitching doesn't exist or her father figured out how to stop it.)

So when Hobie and Diane came to visit that one time Ansi had a shaking feeling that it was him. But he didn't wanna get his hopes up especially with what was going on in her world at the time. BUT IT WAS HIM. And the reunion they had CHILE THAT REUNION WAS HEARTBREAKING. After joining the society they reconnect and head in hands, WHERE DID THIS COME FROM

I think she's lying to me tho but who knows. (Your father is a genius of his time but the multiverse? Really? But wait, that'd explain why Alchemax was out to get him and....OH MY GOD)

I hope he isn't lying through because that means I just cried over nothing.

(I'm not adding this to her story.....maybe idek. I got so emotionally invested just typing up this ask. *Cough* anyways I just needed to let you know the insan- I mean the ideas that have awakened. I'm only on the 2nd section of the questionnaire and I'm terrified of what's gonna pop up in my brain next 😭)

I'm having a crisis. I hope you're happy with yourself 🥲

Ansi, Diane, Hobie, Bonding, and the Web of the Multiverse

[Screaming about my neurodivergent paracosm and how it syncs up with a mutal - and how the logic of the multiverse backs up/affects their stories] [This post is largely about Disco-Spider Diane and @spidey-bie's Ansi] THIS ASK IS SUCH A AHHHHHHAHAHHH BECAUSE AHHHHH SO MANY THINGS INTO THIS I HAVE TO-

ITS SO HARD TO ANSWER BECAUSE HOBIE IS IMMEDIATELY LIKE 'CAN I SAY SOMETHING' SHUT UP YOU CAN SPEAK AT THE END

The background Ansi gives you and the logic of what Hobie and Diane just did CONNECTS - like it all connects (Sorry this is lone)

And I'm SOOOOO SOOOO intrigued for their background. I plan to write a full post about this and explain fully what clusters are, how maps work, the function of bonding and how they work -

But this is how I 'learned' about all these things

I was interested in how certain universes would look if the multiverse was based on a flowchart like system to make a web - so I made a map of the multiverse based on attributes like style, time, and where they live -

AND FROM MY CALCULATIONS - NO JOKE - Ansi's universe would be the closest universes because he and Hobie share a cluster.

I explain like the logic of it in the post I'm finishing up BUT Ansi and Noir would border Hobie's in this map - and the closer universes are the more stable the transfer between them is.

SO WITH THE MAP HOBIE COULDVE REASONABLY FELL INTO ANSI'S UNIVERSE

AND WAIT THERES MORE - I was finishing up the Multiversal Map and realized Hobie and Diane were having a really good day at the boathouse

And then they introduced me to a whole new concept that we directly see in ATSV - Bonding

Multiversal Bonding -

[A long ass rant where I explain something wild Hobie and Diane just did in my head - and how it directly explains HOW Hobie fell into Ansi's universe too]

Diane and Hobie were doing their thing and then suddenly they shared a moment of this intense like...vibe, mental space idk

And afterwards they're like "oh yeah that happens because we're Bonded. Like Universe Bonded"

And I'm like WHAT WHAT IS THAT??? WHAT ARE YOU TALKING ABOUT

and this is where it goes wild...

Diane is like 'I...don't know. Something just happened what happened.'

What do you mean you don't know? I'm asking her to describe it and she's like 'umm errr' and Hobie isn't saying anything he's all dreamlike

Now all of this is happening directly after ATSV like an hour or two after they get everyone and head to Hobie's universe. - Gwen and the others are at the boathouse

Then Peter B. starts talking.... HUH??? Excuse me?

Hobie genuinely stopped and was like "wait how r u here, like in roman's head how are you here' like he's actually stunned. I DIDN'T know he could manifest in the boathouse

And Peter B. is the only one who knows what this term means. He had to explain it to me before I understood what they were doing

Peter B looks at Diane and Hobie and goes "........like Miles and Gwen?? How Gwen can feel Miles' spider-sense? Bonded'

Gwen is like 'ME AND MILES ARE BONDED????'

And Diane is like...we what now, i did what to the multiverse what does that mean

Peter has to explain the concept.

Miguel knew about bonding, and that two spider-people of close universes can 'Bond', and for a part-neurological, part-social link between the two of them.

This happened with Miguel and his partner Moche - and Miguel outright rejected it. As he's against Spider-people being together, and he believed Moche was better off with someone else

(he was actually just scared to accidentally kill her like he did gabriella but thats neither here nor there)

He instead chose to withhold the information of Bonding from the Society, and watched for it closely.

Only he, Peter, and Jess knew bonding was possible - and that's why Jess was SO against Hobie and Diane.

And everything just kinda clicked for Diane how brainwashed the society had made her cause for YEARS she was told having feeling for Hobie was wrong and NOT possible

But now that she's left The Society by her own choice, it was the last hurdle for them to finally be fully bonded.

SO NOW THERES THIS WHOLE NEW CONCEPT AND ASPECT TO THEIR 'RELATIONSHIP' AND IT AFFECTS SO MUCH

Like they can sense each others location, react to each others spider sense, if one of their hearts starts racing the other will feel it too. Now Diane can use his guitar as a club in battle. IN HER WORLD Hobie LOOKS NORMAL - in his universe she looks like him - since they can just slide into each others universe easier. Diane is less likely to glitch out, she just needs to wear the watch for a short time each week so her DNA can reach baselevel again

AND WHEN THEY FIGHT TOGETHER THEY GET INTO THIS FLOW STATE And they can just fight in complete tandem with each other now

And it's like !!!! They just did that???? Suddenly. Like looked into each others eyes at an emotional moment

(Diane's first time seeing Hobie after leaving The Society - A rundown

Hobie asked her to come with him before leaving the society, she said no because she wanted to stay for Jess and Gwen - A VERY HARD moment for them. Hobie is really wounded by this.

- Gwen gets sent home - Diane swings on Jess - They put her in a cage and let out after six hours. - Diane went immediately to Hobie's old abandoned dorm room, finding out Hobie still left parts behind for her.

She figured out how to hack herself based on all the times she watched hobie in the workshop - but she cant do it because she's missing one part and she's so frustrated with herself -

Jess comes to apology for Miguel and gives Diane Hobie's watch, an older model - insists Diane take it - Diane over his old watch and finds out Hobie's watch has the finally part she leaves - she hacks her watch and finally leaves the society)

This happened the movement they reunited with each other on the bow of the boathouse

then it was like a switch like not bonded to BONDED and NONE of us knew what that mean until Peter B said anything

But more than anything ITS LIKE AFTER SO LONG THEY HAVE THE WORD TO DESCRIBE WHAT THEY ARE WHEN THEYD BEEN AVOIDING IT FOREVER

They can finally just say "We're bonded."

Because it's not a romantic thing, it's not like that AT ALL. It's like a mental clarity between them like their understanding and connection to each other is a lot more clear and they can feel the other's emotions more clearly (but there's a distinction. Diane knows when she's feeling Hobie's feelings. it's a subtle thing, not a total emotion)

So that from their prior relationship they're now a lot more frictionless, but unchanged if you get what I mean

Like now Hobie annoys Diane more - Diane is down and free to go full groupie mode theyre suddenly REALLY good at planning and fighting together, and having each others back

The kind to do conversations like "Did you-" "Yeah, were you gonna-" "I was but before I was gonna-" "Handle the other thing? Oh okay that makes since." Like not even finishing sentences but understanding conversations totally

I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT HAPPENED

About Bonding: (according to how Peter B explained it to me)

I explain it more in the multiverse post but basically its when two spiderpeople of nearby universes form a bond that at a certain point a switch is flipped -

since their dna's are so similar (being from close universes) it's easier for people of closer worlds - and people someone is BONDED to - to assimilate into the other's world, and feel their sensations.

This connection is almost permanent - though it goes dormant - and it can happen to anyone destined to be a spider-person. They don't have to be bitten yet.

Gwen and Miles are bonded, which is why she can feel his senses across universes.

And it's like a concept I never saw about the movie just became explained based on a totally unrelated situation Diane and Hobie had separately.

BUT ALL OF THIS IS TO SAY - Ansi & Hobie

Using this logic (I came up with at 5am while on a coffee binge) - Ansi's placement is CLOSER to Hobie's than Diane's is.

Hobie and Diane only share one cluster : The Time Desynchronization Cluster.

BUT Diane is from New York - so she's also apart of The New York & Adjacent Cluster with Pavi and Noir, while Hobie isn't.

And because Ansi is from Seattle he isn't in the New York Cluster either - so Diane's universe is farther away from Hobie's than Ansi's is. His universe is closer to Hobie's than Noir as well (as Noir also lives in NY)

And because of this - It's completely possible for Hobie to tumble into the next universe over.

AND ALSO because of this new unrelated term I learned from Peter B. of all people - his Ansi and Hobie bonded as young kids it would slow or totally reduce his multiversal decay.

Since their universes are so close, the multiverse can easily 'heal' itself without collapsing or shifting too much

Since they're so close, it's like the thread hasn't fully snapped. Because Hobie is close in proximity to his universe still, his universe hasn't 'noticed' enough to collapse in on itself

So as long as they found a way for Hobie to find equilibrium every week, or month, or even less - he's good.

Hell, if they bonded early it might even have been a year of him being there before any signs of glitching came on.

Even though Diane and Hobie are bonded, she still can't assimilate totally into Hobie's world 100%, because their universes are still a little farther apart. She can slip into his style or go in his universe unnoticed, but there's still that fraction of multiversal different. That's why for her, multiverse decay takes a week to set on instead of minutes or months.

Also bonding is permanent or near permanent - like it takes decades to wear off, though it may get weaker or dormant over time. But Ansi seeing Hobie come through the portal after all of those years and the bonding just KICKS IN and their spidey-senses go off

Diane sees this and is like ????? 'Hobie r u okay what r u feeling' cause he has this unreadable look on his face because one of the reasons he joined the Society WAS TO FIND ANSI.

He could figure out the watch on his own - but by going on missions and recruits he was just HOPING to find him one more time and finding out his universe number and he FINALLY DID

Immediately recognizing the house and being like 'damn im home.'

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHAHHHAAAAAAAAAAAA

I think your Hobie was right. Oh and...because I told him I would, here's Hobie.

H: We're always right. -Hobie please.

Would you like to explain how Bonding feels? H:...No words for it really. We're Shining, basically. (OMFG He said this and I was like - no way. That's weirdly out of character. The Shining wasn't out in the 70's. - NOPE The book came out 1977. IT'S A NEW RELEASE TO HIM. I SWEAR I didn't know this I don't even like Stephen King. I've never even read the bookHOW DID HE KNOW THAT)

H: Because I'm always right. -All you do is irk my nerves. That's enough outta you.

Diane. Do you have anything to say?

D: Me currently

Okay. How does Bonding feel? D: (Basically just squealing - after the initial shock she just kept jumping on his back)

Say hi to Ansi. D: OMGG I feel so far out right now!! Literally, like my brain is so OUT there. This is WICKED. COME OVER. are you busy? PLEASE tell you two have kid photos of you together. I NEED to see! - I think she has ADHD too D: It's like he's IN my head - Now you know how I feel.

That's it from them, they're spent and SO AM I

I hope any of this made sense cause I KN OW I sound like

AHHHHHHH HERRE AHHHHH

Bye.

[homosexuality-and-morphine]

Based on my eveline post gonna talk about her (there's a lot about organs and shit if you don't wanna read about that)

So since ethan is made of mold when he goes to sleep eveline is just there because ethan being alive means she cannot fully die (since she is the mold) after a while ethan realizes that she can't actually hurt him or take over his mind in any way he started trying to talk to her at first she would just yell at him and run away or try and intimidate him but she then realized it wasn't working and started answering Ethan's questions then she started watching his life from his eyes and because he could hear her in his mind he started to realize whenever he held rose she sounded jealous so he started talking to her about it and she started actually hanging around ethan when he was sleeping (before he had to look for her) and then he asked her if she wanted him to be her dad and she obviously said yes because all she really wanted was a family but didn't know how to get one and ethan talked to Mia about eveline and how he basically adopted her in his mind and she thought about it and was a little put off by the fact eveline is still technically alive but decides to give eveline a second chance and ends up talking to eveline on occasion using ethan as the one to communicate everything but later eveline comes to ethan with a way to bring her back she doesn't expect him to actually try it but it involves getting organs skin and bones and ethan actually just asks the most likely person to have those items that he knows... Surprise Michael is a weirdo sometimes and has a collection of organs (we was gonna eat em but he's a sucker for kids) and so he collects some organs and asks god to make some skin for him to use and stitch together, grabs metal and makes her an entire skeleton that grows with her and rips out his own heart takes a bit of Ethan's flesh merges it with his heart and sticks it in evelines new body he stitches the body closed and the mix of his heart that is able to beat outside of his body mixed with Ethan's flesh made her consciousness transfer to the new body

Now she considers Michael her uncle and Michael ended up having to regrow his heart again

[highcaliberstupidity]

God, seeing Neil in Forward Unto Dawn has me fucking thinking thoughts about Halo AU Ghoap again, fuck. It got kind of long so gonna put it all under the cut. Enjoy some insane ramblings

I'm specifically thinking of Soap who started as a Marine but joined the Helljumpers (ODST) fairly quickly due to his skill, potential, and ambition.

He fought MANY battles against the covenant, and on multiple occasions had to work with Spartans despite the usual tension that came between Spartans and ODST. Unlike most of his fellows, Soap actually got along with Spartans for the most part.

I'm thinking ODST Captain MacTavish whose squad was paired up with a Spartan team comprised of Price, Ghost, Gaz, and Alex. Most of Soap's squad gets wiped out during an attack on some distant Covie base and both ODST's and Spartan's get stranded on the planet for a short time.

Soap who's stuck with this dead silent wall of a Spartan with a carved-up helmet who doesn't fucking stop for anything.

He makes it clear that if Soap can't keep up, he's going to leave him behind, Captain or not.

But over the week or so their stuck planet side, Soap grows on him like a fucking tumor. Just as their escaping, he takes a plasma bolt to the leg or something. It's only a graze, just melted armor and skin and it SUCKS, but he'll live.

But he can't keep up with Ghost.

He fully expects to be left behind, but instead, the Spartan looks back, risks his own escape to grab him, and sprints them both to a ship they can steal and escape on.

"So ya do like then, eh?" "Not a word Soap, not a word."

They get back to human-occupied space and Soap gets transferred to medical. He finds out most of his team is gone, only a handful having made it back with the help of the other three Spartans.

It's crushing.

Once he heals, he keeps going, keeps working. There's still Covenant to fight and lives to avenge

He doesn't meet Ghost again until well after the war (sometime between Halo's 3 and 4) after he's accepted an offer to become a Spartan IV (I like to think that Laswell and Price reached out to him to see if he'd be willing to do it).

But he's joining this new squad at a bad time.

Alex is down for the count after a rouge group of Sangeili Radicals opposing the leadership of Kadon Fara Kariim (She's a tradition fighting female Sangheili who chose to fight in the war instead of being a wife stuck in the Keep, and her brother is the radical opposing her) set off an explosive to try and kill her and several keep elders.

And Ghost doesn't trust easily. Years of deceit, foul play, and now this have left him far more jaded than he ever was. Even Gaz, whose one of the most open members of the team has a hard time because he and Alex were close (all of them are close, I'm thinking sibling style bond as technically they'd all be around the same age due to the abductions of Spartan IV's as children).

One of their own is down, and now they have a new Sergeant (still a Captain as far as the UNSC command structure for basic infantry is concerned but in this team, he's now a Sergeant again).

So now Soap has to fight his way into this man's good graces which is NOT easy, but he does manage it because there is some previous trust there from their first meeting.

Any ways all this just to say that I absolutely want to write Graves who runs Shadow as a split off of the Papa security team that ONI employs (And ofc he's owned by Shepherd). He's as usual, a prick, but he works well. Ghost does not trust him, doesn't trust anyone in ONI (aside from Laswell) but orders are orders.

I very much want a scene where Shepherd in a bid to get rid of Laswell's pet Spartans, orders Graves to get rid of them and cover them up (it's also to cover his own ass for some insurrectionist deals maybe?? Not to sure there yet)

So Graves traps the squad of ODST known as Los Vaqueros on his Frigate and tries to eject Soap and Ghost out of an airlock after monologuing at them for a bit.

Ghost manages to get his mag boots on in time but Soap doesn't and so he's sucked out into space, but he's okay! Spartans can survive pretty long in the vacuum of space thanks to their suits, so the problem isn't that.

It's the gravity well of the planet they've been staying over in geosynchronous orbit.

Soap is heavy, and his velocity can't be slowed when he's ripped out in the depressurization of the airlock. So he's on a crash course for a fucking planet.

But, in an ode to Halo Reach, he pulls a Noble 6 and survives that shit. He's injured, his armor is FUCKED, but he's alive and kicking.

Ghost manages to escape in the meantime by fighting through the shadows to comendeer an Owl insertion dropship with Rudy.

Until Ghost and Rudy can rip the tracker off their Owl, Soap is forced to limp through an insurrectionist-controlled planet that is also crawling with Shadows until Ghost and Rudy can rescue him.

They manage to get a distress call out to Laswell before they have to go to ground and hide from the Shadows/insurrectionists hunting them.

Back up arrives in the form of Price, Gaz, and Alex (who's healed and on loan from his work assisting Fara with her keeps safety). Together they get the Los Vaqueros broken out of the brig and they take over the ship before they chase Graves and his men to the planet's surface.

That's about all I got, and it literally stemmed from the fact that I just REALLY wanted to chuck Soap out of a space ship to watch him go splat

Enjoy my brain worms, perhaps one day I'll actually write this.

Feel free to ask questions, I would love to chatter about it