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jomiddlemarch · 9 months ago

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While You Were Sleeping

Epilogue

“We’re never going to sleep again. Ever,” Hermione said from her end of the circuit around the kitchen, before Draco could head into the conservatory detour that Neville had suggested might at least help with their mental health, if it did nothing to aid in the ultimate goal of the twins sleeping for more than an hour at a time. She’d had to raise her voice a little, so Draco could hear her over the babies’ crying, but she couldn’t get too loud or strident, because then the crying would become howling on Rose’s part and a glass-shattering shriek on Scorpius’s. Any significant pausing in walking yielded the same response.

“If you agreed, we could get a House—” Draco began. Again. His grey joggers were low around his hips, his feet bare, a ratty tee-shirt that couldn’t be made any rattier by regurgitated milk thrown on hastily when she’d called him from the nursery.

“Don’t start the ‘House-elves make perfectly fine nannies, see how I turned out argument.’ You know how I feel about it, even if we paid an exorbitant amount, and though I love you dearly, I wouldn’t say the nannying you received did you any favors at Hogwarts. You were a preening little prat for the first few years, when there was some pretense we were children and not pawns,” Hermione replied. “I also don’t want to hear about Black family magicks that would do the trick, either from you or your mother.”

“We’re not following Molly Weasley’s advice and using gin,” Draco said, patting Scorpius on the back in a rhythm that seemed to soothe their son. Or it didn’t and they were deluding themselves. Sleep deprivation could do that to a person, Hermione recalled, from a time when she had done research in a library, wearing a clean jersey and drinking a cup of tea hot from the pot, not stewed and cold and generally disgusting but charmed not to grow Wizarding penicillin on the surface.

“She might have meant we should drink the gin, not that we’d dose the babies, now that I think about it. It’s all fuzzy when I look back,” Hermione said.

“I hate gin,” Draco said. “Simply loathe the stuff.”

“I know. I remember that about you. From a time when we had drinks on a trolley in the sitting room or went to the pub,” Hermione said. He liked wine, preferably red and full-bodied, though he’d get a pint of Guinness if they went out with friends. He’d rather drink Butterbeer than a G&T and forget about a martini, dirty or otherwise. Her craving for cocktail onions had been rather a sore point during her pregnancy, though he’d fetched them and learned not to turn up his nose at her when she ate a jar’s worth in a sitting.

“What’s a pub?” Draco said wryly.

Scorpius squawked. If his Patronus wasn’t some avian species, Hermione would eat her hat. She’d have to fit her traditional pointed witch’s hat first, but then she’d eat it. Maybe she’d chase it with a Gibson.

“Shh, darling boy, it’s all right, Papa’s got you,” Draco murmured, brushing his lips against Scorpius’ wispy blond curls.

Despite the screaming and the exhaustion and the near-constant desire to hex her earlier overly confident and entirely wrong self, the one who’d said things like, twins won’t be so terribly difficult and maybe it’s more efficient to have them together, the babies can keep each other company and they won’t be lonely when they went off to Hogwarts, really, it was a blessing to have twins first, Hermione couldn’t help melting a little whenever she heard Draco talking to their babies, especially when he referred to himself as Papa. She opened her mouth to say something fond and tender, but Scorpius yelped and gurgled and Draco sighed.

“Another geyser. Perhaps we should get those disposable cloths Potter was on about, since we can’t risk Vanishing the spit-up,” he said. Spells around magical infants could be dicey and with a mother as powerful as Hermione, they’d had to play it extra safe.

“He’ll be hungry now,” Hermione said, not even bothering to answer the remark about the burp cloths. Once, her mind had been filled with complex runic equations and the Zaragosta variations on the Berenicean charm progression. Now, she was too tired to even spend one neuron’s worth of attention on the question of burp cloths.

“Time to trade,” Draco said.

Hermione walked over to the rocking chair, settling Rose on her lap for a moment. The novelty of the perspective change would buy about 90 seconds of relative quiet. Draco came over, put Scorpius into the crook of Hermione’s arm and scooped up Rose. His exceptional Quidditch skills were being put to this exclusive use but Hermione suspected both the babies would be avid players, Rose the more likely Seeker. She fiddled a bit with her top and got Scorpius latched on, stroking his plump cheek very lightly so he wouldn’t get distracted and fall off, screaming with frustration. Nursing, he looked very serious, like Draco drafting a response to the Chinese delegation.

“Now, then, ma chére Mademoiselle Rose, let’s take a turn about the room and let Mummy take care of Scorpius,” Draco said. Rose made a series of noises which weren’t quite cries and could possibly be a language no adult was fluent in.

“Molly said it won’t always be this way,” Hermione offered. Scorpius was growing dozy against her breast, still nursing but with less vigor. He’d fall asleep this way but they’d probably only get an hour of rest from him and Rose’s hazel eyes were alert, peering over Draco’s shoulder.

“She would know. Circe’s garters, seven of them. It doesn’t bear contemplating,” Draco said. “My mother says we ought to be grateful, two healthy babies, no sign either will be a Squib, and I am. I am grateful and I love them—”

“You’d just like to get a full night’s sleep,” Hermione said. The first week, the babies had been drowsy and they’d had to wake them to nurse. It had been the right thing to do and Hermione still couldn’t believe they’d done it. Rose had gone nearly five hours when she was four days old and Hermione had faffed about writing thank-you cards for the new baby gifts and peering into the cradle to make sure Rose was breathing when she could have followed directions and slept when the baby slept, letting Draco be the one on duty to make sure the twins were awakened to feed.

“I’d take four hours,” Draco said.

“Three would do me,” Hermione yawned. Draco kept walking, Rose on his shoulder, and Hermione drifted for a bit, lost somewhere between dream and memory.

“You thought it would all go away when we came home. That it wasn’t real,” she said.

“Well, I was a fool and also besotted with you and hadn’t had a good night’s sleep for about ten days,” he said. “Also, we were faking being married. I was your fake-husband.”

“This is real,” she said. She shifted Scorpius to her shoulder, patting his back until he burped, praying he’d stay asleep through it. Draco smiled, too wise to risk laughter.

“It’s as real as it gets, love,” he said. Rose grizzled a bit but lowered her head, her silky dark curls shining against his fair skin, the faint silver stubble of his five-o’clock-now-three-am-shadow. He was tall and fit and terribly kind, terribly clever; he’d do anything for the three of them and he’d gotten her all those jars of pickled pearl onions and had snogged her silly when she had Gibson-breath. He had turned out well after all…

“I might have been overly rigid about the House-Elf proposal,” she said. “A few nights can’t do any harm and we’ll make sure they have exceptional benefits, a pension. The villa in Majorca—”

And that was how Pithy came to be the Granger-Black-Malfoy night nanny, the first House-elf with her own Gringotts vault, and the reason Hugo was born.

Well, a reason. There was a responsible adult creature in the household and there was that villa in Majorca.

#dramione #fluffy #epilogue what epilogue #hermione x draco #hermione POV #hats off to all parents of multiples #babyfic x 2 #Hermione's principles re: House-elves are SHAKEN #scorpius malfoy #rose granger #references to alcohol #tw: pregnancy #fake married to as real as it gets

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mortemersgf · 1 year ago

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Hi I don't know if I'm characterizing Beckett correctly but he seems like someone who would be really soft with his partner and would show a sweet side that others typically don't see right?

What if you wrote a fic where he's cuddling or just spending some sweet time with a partner (is female! reader okay?) and they get interrupted by the rest of the Pend Pals that are surprised?

Thanks!

The warm August weather sends a soft breeze filtering through the windows, gently rustling the curtains. In the distance, you hear Aster shrieking with delight as Zeph yells, “Cannonball!” Shreya screeches for Atlas to ‘get away from her’ while Griffin laughs uncontrollably, endeared by the sight of his friends letting loose and having fun.

Vacations at Shreya’s lake house are always filled with raucous laughter and endless shenanigans, most of which you would participate in on regular bases. It might be the blazing sun or the food you ate this morning, but a pesky headache has rendered you rather sick and unable to join in on the fun. Instead, you’re curled up on the velvet sofa, resting your head on Beckett’s chest. Being the darling boyfriend that he is, he refuses to leave your side, wanting to make sure you’re taken care of.

You wish you had more energy, but the heat and the pain leave you disjointed and unable to cast a Blood magick spell to take the headache away. You simply lay there in Beckett’s arms, letting him stroke your hair and your back.

His touch is soothing and light, and despite the fact that it’s only five in the evening, you find yourself growing drowsy. It doesn’t help that he’s speaking in that saccharine tone to distract you from the irksome throbbing in your head. Beckett has a soothing voice in general, one that’s able to induce sleep in you within minutes.

He’s speaking about some recent advancements made in portal magick, and you hum absentmindedly, groaning as you shift to get some blood circulating in your arm that’s fallen asleep.

“Sure you don’t wanna go take a swim?” you mumble, glancing up at him.

“I’m quite sure, my love,” he says, “I want to spend what little alone time we have together.”

“Even if it includes cuddling with your sick girlfriend?”

“You say that as if I would ever turn down the opportunity to be with you, indisposed or not.”

You laugh, charmed by his comment. “Well, if you’re certain… c’mere, gimme a kiss.”

He tilts your head up, cupping your cheek with one hand to meet you in a sweet kiss. Satisfied, you settle back into your original position, murmuring, “Keep talking about portal magick.”

An hour passes by like this, your limbs tangled, laughter on your lips. By the time the sun sets, you’re asleep.

The rest of Pend Pals pad into the living room, still giddy from spending the day on the lake. Beckett pins them with a death glare and a finger to the lips, and they halt at the sight. A beat of silence passes between them.

Beckett grows pink. Aster coos quietly while Atlas pushes past everyone to get to her room, making an exaggerated face of disgust as she passes by. Zeph and Shreya hold back giggles, and no doubt a slew of teasing comments, as Griffin smiles fondly.

Moments later, they all disperse to prepare dinner. Atlas reemerges from her room with a blanket and tosses it at Beckett wordlessly, gliding away to pester Aster for scraps of food. Beckett straightens out the blanket and settles it atop you, brushing your hair to coax you back to sleep as you mumble incoherently.

The sound of a camera click goes off. Beckett’s head snaps up. Shreya gives him a pointed look, smiling when she says, “What? You guys look adorable. I’ll send it to you.”

She’d better.

a/n: hii anon tysm for the cute request!! i had fun writing this one :3 you characterized beckett perfectly, he’s a big softie when it comes to his s/o!

taglist: @mm2305 @holystxne @simpforbeckett @itsjustwinter @theclassycandy @sylviefilms @bluebellot

#choices #playchoices #beckett harrington #the elementalists #choices beckett #beckett fanfic #choices the elementalists #choices stories you play #pixelberry #request

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forabeatofadrum · 8 months ago

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Just Some Guy (2/9)

Notes: Welcome back to Matty's second year at Watford! This year, he and John will meet some new friends and I am happy to introduce them to you. They were all named by @raenestee. Thank you Raen!

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Year 2

MATT

It’s time for another year at Watford and I already miss the summer. Don’t get me wrong, I don’t mind being at Watford, but I am not looking forward to classes, especially Greek.

At least John is here. He couldn’t hang out during the summer due to ‘not existing outside the main story beats’ or something. He said he’d look into it for next summer.

Look, I like John. He’s probably my best mate at the moment, but that’s because he’s my only mate. I don’t mind. I’ve met loads of people last year, but we never became friends. Now it’s time to change that. This is going to be my year!

Sports might not be it for me, though, but according to John there is a Watford Chess Club.

“I’m joining,” he says one day, “You should come along.”

“I don’t know how to play chess,” I say, “I didn’t even know you played chess.”

John shrugs.

“Learnt it over the summer ‘off-screen’,” he uses air quotes when he says that last word. I have no clue what he means. “I can teach you. Come on, it’ll be fun!”

To everyone’s surprise, I am amazing at chess. John teaches me all his tricks but after a week at chess club, I surpass him. Chess club is huge. It’s actually quite nice to be part of something. I recognise some other members from our year. We hang out at chess club, but also outside of it.

Friends. What a concept. I had friends before Watford, but living at an exclusive boarding school does put a damper on those friendships. I saw my mates during the summer, but it’s different.

We’re sitting on the Great Lawn, eating crisps and drinking soda.

“Did you all see Agatha Wellbelove at lacrosse?” Arnold says.

“Don’t start,” John says, “You have no chance.”

“No one does,” I grumble. I admit I like looking at Agatha Wellbelove too. I think every guy in our year does, except Ryan, who is gay.

As a result, Ryan rolls his eyes in an exaggerated way.

“Please, let the poor girl live!”

“That’s because you have a little crush on the Chosen One!” Leslie teases.

“I do not!” Ryan sputters back.

Scott, his roommate, snorts. “Sure, mate.”

“You did seem to be interested during Magic Words,” Sam adds.

“Well, that’s because he was fighting that Pitch guy again!” Ryan says. He has a point. The Chosen One seems to have an ongoing rivalry with the Pitch Heir.

Politics, amirite?

Others agree with Ryan as well. You cannot ignore the Chosen One. If he’s not out there leaking magic, he’s fighting our classmate Tyrannus, or he’s doing some weird shit. The other day, the Humdrum sent counting sheep. I luckily wasn’t affected, but John was. The Chosen One broke the spell on his friend and Agatha Wellbelove and for some reason that broke the entire spell.

I’m glad he saved John, but apart from that, I do not really keep track of the Chosen One’s antics. That’s what I tell my friends when Sam asks me for my opinion on him.

“Honestly, I agree,” Luis says with a shrug, “Simon Snow can do all that saviour stuff. I just want to pass the upcoming Magickal History exam.”

I almost choke on a crisp.

Shit. I completely forgot about it.

“Aren’t we breaking the rules?” I whisper to John. The two of us are roaming the grounds past midnight.

“It’s common decency to stay in the dorms after a certain hour,” John answers with a mischievous grin, “But there is no hard rule. Look.”

He holds out his lantern in a certain direction and I see more people sneaking around. I wonder if we’re going to a party or something. John was very vague, or more vague than usual. He just insisted that we had to go outside.

“John, where are we going?”

“Shhhh,” John stops abruptly and he pushes me behind him. I look over his shoulder and I see the Chosen One. He looks like he’s been crying and he’s walking towards Mummers House.

“Do you think he’s okay?” I ask. Unlike Ryan, I do not really pay attention to the Chosen One outside of class, but he looks harrowed. It would be an asshole move to not worry about him.

John shrugs, which is odd. He’s usually so in tune with everyone.

“I think he’s going through some shit,” John answers.

“What could he be going through?” I ask, “He’s our hero.”

John raises an eyebrow, as if I said something stupid.

“He’s still a boy, Matt. I think he’s realising that being the hero is not all fun and games.”

We watch the Chosen One walk away and he does look awful and beat up. John is right. He’s my age. I can’t imagine having the weight of the world on my shoulders and being a twelve year old at the same time.

The Chosen One.

Simon Snow.

Maybe I should stop referring to him by his title and start thinking of him by his name. We will never be friends. We pass each other in the corridor of our rooms and we know each other from classes, but that’s it. Because of that, he’s always been this elusive entity in my life. The Chosen One, the Saviour of the Magickal World, the Mage’s Heir and all that jazz.

But when I see him like this, cheeks wet from the tears, shoulders hunched, I am reminded that he’s just Simon Snow.

I heard that he’s chasing two snakes for the Mage. What kind of snakes must they be? Simon Snow really looks terrible.

When he enters the building, John and I snap out of weird concentration. We look at each other and I shrug.

John shrugs too.

What else can we do?

“Well, let’s keep going,” John says and he starts walking. Really, what else can we do? “The others are waiting.”

“What?”

That distracts me from my Simon Snow sadness.

John and I walk to the drawbridge. My friends from chess club are there as well. Luis is holding ice cream.

“Gentlemen, let’s indulge!” he says.

“What’s the occasion?” I ask.

“My twelfth birthday.”

My eyes widen, but it’s clear I’m not the only one who didn’t know this fact. Leslie throws her arms around him.

“Luis! Oh my God, congrats!”

Luis hands out his treats and the eight of us have an impromptu party. The Chosen One- I mean, Simon Snow is long forgotten. How can I care about him when I have my own life with great friends? I am so glad I joined chess club.

I did it!

Well, I had to bitch and moan for it, but I did it! I convinced my parents to gift me one of those fancy smartphones for my birthday. Now I can surf the internet on my phone and send memes to John in the summer. John looked into his situation and he says he exists in the summer as long as I keep messaging him, or whatever that means.

I’m just glad I have an easier way to talk to all my new friends.

Another year has gone by and we’re at our last breakfast for the school year. We’re sat relatively close to Simon Snow, and it’s noticeable. His magic is leaking, as usual, and he’s pushing scones down his throat, it’s almost grotesque. He’s eating as if he’s expecting to go hungry in summer.

Huh.

Where does he go during the summer? He’s famously an orphan. He has no family to go to. But then I see his chatty friend sit down next to him. I assume he’s going to her place in the summer.

I push any thoughts about Simon Snow out of my mind. I don’t have to see him for weeks.

#story: just some guy #holy fuck I wrote #2022 #2023 #2024 #multichaptered #carry on

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banannabethchase · 11 months ago

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Supernatural, Cocky - also on AO3

Julia and Brody have to deal with the consequences of their actions: babysit the amnesiacs.

*wiggles magic fingers* We do not question the timelines of this series. The magic is creating time compressions. Shhhhh. Tis the finale of the House of Black Magic series! It is also the finale of my Bingo board for square G3! A double finale in one. This series was incredibly hard to write - brand new tropes, my least favorite fic framing device (supernatural/magical elements in non-magical canon my eternal rival), and the Pressures made this series a kick in the pants. But it's done, and I'm proud of it, and I hope other people enjoy it! Title from Moonlight Magic, like all the fics in this series. And, without further ado:

Julia’s blinded for a second before she hears Matt Jackson speaking down to Page like he doesn’t know him.

“Malakai,” she says. “Malakai, what happened?”

He starts swearing. “Get them in here,” he says. “And then you and Brody are getting everybody you cursed in here.” He sighs. “I think my magic was premature. I intended to wipe the lingering magical effects, not their entire identities.”

Julia stomps out and grabs Matt’s arm. “Get in here.”

Matt turns to her, giant, pretty eyes blank. “Who are you?”

“I’m your worst nightmare,” she growls. “Now get in the room.” She looks down at Page, looking surprisingly innocent and sweet on the floor. “You, too. Get your boyfriend to cooperate.”

“Boyfriend?” Matt says. Julia turns to him, and he’s lit up like a Christmas tree as he stares at Page. “You’re my boyfriend?”

“If the lady says so, I suppose.” Page draws himself to his feet, almost sheepish as he smiles at them all. “C’mon, sir. Let’s get in the room. I’m ain’t feelin’ quite myself.”

“Do I have a boyfriend?” Cutler asks, looking sad. “Or a girlfriend? I don’t even know my own name and I’m already a third wheel.”

“Jesus Christ,” Julia grumbles. “Just – go sit! Malakai will figure you out.”

She slams the door behind them. She has to find Brody – he has the worst timing to go get lunch. She misses her magic in the moment. She keeps bumping into people she would otherwise be able to skip past.

Brody’s snacking on some carrots, mid conversation with Danhausen, when Julia gets to him.

“You, go anywhere else,” she snaps.

“Danhausen does not appreciate your attitude,” the weird little creep says. “But he understands that this must be stressful for you what with losing your powers, so Danhausen will depart.” He stares at her. “But he will request an apology at a later date.”

“Whatever – Brody, come on.” She grabs his arm and yanks him toward the room. “We have to check on everybody we, um, interfered with. Magically.”

“Why?” Brody asks. “Danhausen and I were planning a toy run.”

“Yeah, well, Matt fucking Jackson opened the door when Malakai was mid-spell, so everything got messed up,” she hisses, low and quick under her breath. “So we’re on collection duty.”

“Collecting what?”

“Everybody we magicked,” Julia says. “Jesus, Brody, keep up!”

“You could be kinder about it,” Brody grumbles, allowing himself to be dragged by Julia. “Who’s next?”

They find Danny and Yuta, bickering with each other even without memories, and throw them into the room with Matt, Brandon, and Page. Malakai looks more and more furious as each person joins the room.

“Have you stumbled upon Castagnoli and Nick?” he asks.

“We didn’t affect them with our magic,” Julia says. “Why would we?”

Brody snickers. “Oh, I know what happened.”

Julia turns to him. “Share with the class.”

“I used my magic on Castagnoli back in WWE,” Malakai says, dropping his head into his hands. “And, from what I understand, he used the…gift, I gave him, you could say, with Nick.”

“Hah!” Julia says. “You aren’t perfect after all with the magic.”

“Watch yourself, Princess,” Malakai demands. “And go find them.”

Brody yanks Julia by the arm before she can say anything else, and they continue their search. It’s not hard to find the younger Jackson - Nick is walking around confusedly with a headset on, as if looking for someone. And they manage to find Claudio frowning in the BCC’s locker room.

“Oh, hello,” he says, annoyingly charming as always. “I don’t suppose you would be able to assist me with something.”

“With what?” Julia asks.

“I seem to have forgotten my identity,” Claudio says, and it’s so casual Julia could almost mistake it for a normal conversation.

“You’re Claudio Castagnoli, Swiss, and you like coffee,” Brody says. “Now come with me so we can get that identity back.”

“Of course I like coffee,” Claudio says, but at least he walks with them willingly.

“Get – go sit,” Julia says. “And nobody make out or anything.” She specifically glares at Nick, who’s looking at Claudio like he’s a piece of meat and Nick is hungry. Malakai is flipping with absurd speed through a glowing blue book Julia’s not even sure is corporeal.

“Isn’t he my boyfriend?” Matt asks, pointing to Hangman. “Wouldn’t we be expected to make out?”

“Not when you have no memories. God, you – watch the stupid show.” She turns on the channel to the feed of the network. “Great. Jurassic Park. You’ll love this.” Julia turns to see Brody watching the screen. “Get – Brody, come on!”

They search the venue and can’t find the Dark Order anywhere. After some attempts at covert questioning, they’re not booked today.

“I’ll text Alex,” Brody says. “See if he’s okay.”

Julia’s eyes narrow. “What do you mean text?”

He looks down, frowning. “What, I’m not allowed to have friends?”

Brody texts Alex, then gets a call back.

“Hey,” Julia hears Alex say. “What’s up?”

“Do you know who you are?” Brody asks.

Julia rolls her eyes. “That is not how you ask.” She takes the phone from his hand. “What’s your name?”

“Alex – Reynolds, is this Julia?”

“Yes,” she says. “Where are you?”

“I’m at home,” Alex says slowly. “Are you okay?”

Julia frowns. “Good.” She hangs up and gives the phone back to Brody. “Looks like people were only affected if they’re close enough to the venue and were strongly affected by the magic.”

“Which means we also need to find Kris and Willow,” Brody says. “And Mox.”

Julia groans. “Goddamnit. I hope his boyfriend isn’t here.”

“He’s not,” Brody says. “He’s got some house show.”

Julia raises an eyebrow. “How do you know so much about Seth Rollins?”

“Leave me and my google search history alone,” Brody grumbles. “Come on. Let’s go find everybody else.”

Mox is in the shower, staring at a wall in his clothes, in the BCC locker room. He hadn’t made a sound when they were in there before, which might be the strangest part of all of this.

“This is – fucking weird,” Brody says, turning to Julia. “Moxley? Hello?”

Mox turns to them, face blank. Julia’s beginning to wish she had her powers just to be safe. “That me?” he asks. “Moxley?”

Brody nods. “We can help.”

“Cool,” he says, frowning. “Woke up with no memory. Figured a shower would help, but…” He trails off as Julia turns off the shower, his clothes dripping. “Forgot to take my clothes off.”

“That’s probably a good thing,” Julia says, as gently as she knows how to be. “Come on. We can probably fix this.”

“You’re not gonna, like, kill me?” Mox asks.

“Definitely not,” Brody assures. “We save that for the ring.”

“Ring?” Mox looks down at his hand.

“Wrestling ring.” Julia leads Brody and Mox toward what she’s now referring to, in her head, as the cat herding room.

“Stay here,” she says, “see that guy in the back?”

Mox turns and nods. Malakai is hard to miss even without magic that allows you to see beyond the corporeality.

“You got questions, anybody messes with you,” Brody explains, “you talk to him.”

“New guy,” Matt says, “why are you wet?”

“And that’s my cue to leave,” Julia says.

“Be back soon,” Malakai says, voice deadly calm. “I’ll need both of your assistance.”

After mild begging, Julia gets Kris’ phone number from Chuck.

“Are you gonna try to kill her with your weird magic again?” Chuck asks, frowning. “She told me everything.”

“I’m going to try and protect her from magic,” Julia says.

Chuck frowns. “What the hell did you do now?”

“Just give me the number so I can fix it!”

She calls Kris five times in a row. She’s about to panic when, on the sixth ring, someone answers. They sounds out of breath.

“What the hell is so important you can’t let me get laid?!”

“Willow?” Julia asks.

“Yes, it’s Willow,” she snaps. “Six calls. In two minutes. I can only assume this is Julia.”

“Where’s Kris?”

There’s mild snipping and shuffling, and a new voice speaks. “I’m between Willow’s legs. Can you call us in, like, an hour? Or never?”

Julia blinks. “So you two – you know who you are?”

“Yes, somebody trying to get laid in a hotel.”

“And your names are…?”

Kris groans. “Oh my god. I’m hanging up.”

There’s a click.

“Did you just cockblock Willow and Kris?” Brody asks. Julia decides not to acknowledge that he’s fighting laughter.

“Shut up,” she grumbles. “You have Ricky’s number, right?”

Brody nods and dials. Maybe, if they’re lucky, Ricky and Eddie are off in the hotel, as well. Maybe it’s just people here right now.

“Hello?” Ricky says. “Surprised to hear from you, Brody, after everything.”

“Where are you?” Julia demands.

“I’m sorry, how did you get my number and why do you think you get to demand a goddamned thing from me?” Ricky says on his phone.

“You remember who you are, but you’re booked this week so you’re definitely not at home,” Julia says mostly to herself, frowning. “How? Are you at the venue?”

“My boyfriend and I,” Ricky says, ice in his tone, “are attempting to have a nice lunch out together without interference from meddling idiots. Apparently, we didn’t do enough to prevent it.”

“Fine,” Julia says. “You two seem to have avoided the magic.” She hangs up while Ricky’s still complaining. “Brody, Eddie and Ricky seem okay.”

“That’s good,” he says, exhaling. “So…”

“So now we have to get back and see if Malakai has fixed things yet.”

When they arrive, Malakai is flaring reds and stark whites. Never a good sign.

“Are you good, man?” Brody asks. Buddy is next to Malakai, his magic a pool of soft, dusky oranges and forest-floor greens around him as Malakai borrows his magic.

“I’m fine,” Buddy says, “but Malakai here may be ready to commit murder.”

“Ready implies I’m ever unable to do so,” Malakai says, not lifting his eyes. “Glad to see the two of you back.” He closes the book and stands, using magic from his hand to lift Buddy to standing. At the very least, Buddy looks content and happy. “The only responsible magic user of mine and I must go solve this problem without people bitching around me nonstop.” His glares land on Matt, Nick, and Mox. “So, now you two get to babysit them,” Malakai says, striding to the door, gesturing to the rest of the people in the room. “I have to go do research on my own.”

“What?!” Julia and Brody yell in tandem.

“You two caused these problems,” Malakai says, leveling them with a glare. “You two will help me fix it. And the only way for you to help is if the two of you stop getting in the way for five minutes and I lock you in a room.”

“It was all her idea,” Brody says. “You know that, right?”

“Suck up,” Julia mutters, but the worst part is that he’s right.

“Your responsibility is to keep them in this room to the best of your abilities and escort them anywhere else they have to go to,” Malakai says. “Buddy and I will be elsewhere solving this problem of yours.” He reaches up and runs his fingers through Buddy’s hair. Buddy arches into it, and Julia is suddenly very struck by how much she screwed up here.

“Okay,” she says. She hasn’t felt like she’s disappointed Malakai like this before.

The door closes behind the two of them, and she and Brody turn to see all the others staring up at them.

“Matt,” Brody says, “why are you braiding Nick’s hair?”

There’s no response for a second.

“You, the one braiding the hair,” Julia says. Matt’s head snaps up. “What are you doing?”

Matt shrugs. “He has nice hair. I like braiding. I was bored.”

“Did – did you ask him to do that?” Brody asks Nick.

Nick shrugs. “No, but it’s nice.”

“Ugh, brothers,” Julia says, flopping on the couch next to Claudio. He offers her a bland, almost politically polite, smile.

“Brothers?” Matt asks. He drops Nick’s braided ponytail and steps in front of him. “We’re brothers?”

Brody nods and sits on the arm of the big chair that a dripping wet Mox seems to have commandeered. “Yeah. It’s a whole thing with you two.”

Matt flops onto the couch next to Page, who moves an arm to throw around Matt’s shoulders without a second thought. “You must be the older brother,” Matt says, and Julia’s a little baffled at how easily he curls into Page’s side, even without a memory.

“Why?” Nick asks. Despite being fully in a conversation, Julia catches him repeatedly glancing over at Claudio.

“Well,” Matt says, gently, “you’re a little taller, for one. And you’ve got that hairline thing going.”

“I do?!” Nick stands and looks at himself in the mirror. With a little shuffling, he yelps when he finds a bald spot. “I must be older, based on the hair.” He looks over at Matt, with an expression surprisingly bitchy for the Buck Julia can usually stand a little more. “You’ll lose yours soon, I assume.”

Julia snickers. “This is fun. I genuinely don’t think I’ve enjoyed myself like this since I got my belt.”

“Why?” Matt snaps, leveling her with a glare.

“Because you’re all still just as annoying without your memory.” She stands and gestures to the couch, where Brody sits easily. When he puts his hands on her waist, she drapes herself over him. “Also, Matt’s the older brother.”

Matt’s jaw drops. “I am?!”

“He is?!” Nick asks. He looks at himself in the mirror, pushing back his hair. “Fuck, I’m screwed.”

Julia blinks. “Did you just swear?”

“Yeah,” Nick says. “Why?”

“You and Matt have a thing about swearing,” Julia tells them. “You say second-grade shit like ‘what the eff’ and ‘eff you’ instead of being an adult and saying fuck.”

Nick wrinkles his nose. “That can’t be right.”

“Maybe we’re above that kind of language,” Matt says, and he mirrors Julia’s position, only on top of Page. Julia rolls her eyes. Even mind wiped they’re cute.

“From the look of it, you’re just annoying,” Mox says.

Danny and Yuta pause from where they’ve been bickering quietly in the corner. It strikes Julia as very possible this is the first time they’ve realized other people are in the room. “Do I know you?” Yuta asks, frowning toward Mox. “I feel like – I think I’ve heard those words from that voice before.”

“You two are in a faction together, along with this one,” Brody says, clapping Claudio on the shoulder. Claudio jumps. “Oops. Sorry.”

“I’m alright, thanks,” Claudio says. “Faction?”

“Like – okay, we’re all pro wrestlers. Right?”

Julia watches as Matt’s, Nick’s, and Danny’s eyes lightup like sunbeams. “We are?” Danny breathes.

“Yeah,” Julia says. Unfortunately, this is kind of fun. “Yeah, most of you guys in here have won some sort of big ass match or whatever.”

Brandon grins. “We have?!”

Julia grimaces. “Well. Okay, maybe not big matches, but big for you?”

“I can’t get anything,” Brandon mutters.

“You do have a boyfriend, I think,” Brody says. “He’s at home though.”

“It appears statistically unlikely that all those in this room would be partnered with men,” Claudio says. “Are you joking with us?”

“Okay, first off,” Julia says, “we’re in wrestling, so we’d call it a rib. Second.” She pauses as Brody adjusts her on his lap so she can get a better look at everyone in the room. “Second, no, I’m not joking.”

Claudio huffs. “Well then. I suppose at some point we have to prove a rule using the exceptions.”

“Why are you fucking with the vibes, man?” Mox asks. “You’re not the one dripping wet in a…” He trails off. “Is this merch for the channel where they show Doctor Who or something?”

Julia can’t help but laugh a little. “No, that’s the BBC. You – and him, and him,” he points to Yuta and Claudio, “are all part of the Blackpool Combat Club. The BCC.”

“I can assure all of you, I’m not from Blackpool,” Claudio says. Which is weird for someone with no memory to claim.

“None of you are,” comes Brody’s soothing rumble from behind Julia. “It’s a long story, but you guys have the name in honor of another dude. William Regal.”

Mox blinks. “That…somehow feels familiar.” He turns to Julia. “Is my name Dean?”

“Oh, no,” Julia says. “Not, um. Not anymore.”

“Okay,” Mox says, but he looks uncertain. “Then who am I?”

“Jon Moxley,” Julia says. “That’s who you are.”

The room goes silent for a moment. It’s a little unsettling.

And then the Shield theme rockets through the room.

“I think that’s you, Mox,” Julia says gently. “You don’t have to answer it if you don’t want to.”

Mox pulls out the phone and reads. “Seth…” He looks up at Julia. “I love Seth, don’t I.”

“You do!” Brody says. Julia can feel his excitement.

“Hello?” Mox says. “Hi, yeah – I love you, right?”

Julia can just make out Seth saying, “Yeah, of course you do. And I love you, too. Are you okay?”

“I think my memory. Um.” He looks up at Julia. “I don’t know what to say.”

Julia takes the phone. “Hey, Seth.”

“Who am I speaking with?”

“Julia,” she says. “Julia Hart.”

There’s a pause on the other end of the line. “Oh, god. Did you make him the feral animal man again when I’m not there?”

“No!” Julia says. “No, that, um. That one was actually on Malakai. Sort of.” She pauses. “It’s not relevant. You know who you are?”

“I do,” Seth says slowly. “Does Mox?”

“Actually,” Julia says, “he heard the ringtone – your old Shield theme – and knew he loves you.” She tries not to gag at how infuriatingly romantic that is. “Which is, I don’t know. What he feels for you overrode elemental chaos magic. That’s pretty impressive.”

Seth, and the whole room, are silent. “Can you put him on the phone?”

Julia hands it back to Mox.

“Hi,” Mox says. Julia’s never heard him speak this way.

She can’t hear what Seth says on the other end of the line, but Mox starts tearing up.

“Here,” Page says, leaning over Matt. He hands Mox a box of tissues. “It’s alright, man. Let it out.”

“One week he’s drinking blood, another week he’s being emotionally aware while being mindwiped,” Brody mutters in Julia’s ear. She laughs.

“What?” Page asks, frowning. “You got somethin’ against men showin’ emotion?”

“No!” Julia says. “Just – okay, recently you got in a match with a guy where you drank his blood. It’s a big shift.”

Matt’s eyes go wide and he turns to Page, who looks similarly disturbed. “You drank somebody’s blood?”

“I – apparently so,” Page replies.

“Don’t worry,” Matt says, shifting on Page’s lap. “I think that’s kind of hot.”

“Oh, god,” Yuta says, rolling his eyes.

“You get covered in blood all the time, too,” Julia says. “He,” she nods over to Mox, who’s hung up the phone and is patting his cheeks dry, “beat the crap out of you in a match, and you wrote BCC on your chest in your own blood.”

Yuta’s face goes a bit blank.

“Damn,” Danny says. “Okay, big man. Maybe you would win in a fight.”

“That’s what I’ve been saying this whole fucking time,” Yuta mumbles. “Hey, lady in charge.”

“Me?” Julia asks.

“Yeah, you,” Yuta says. “Are he and I a thing?”

She nods. “Yeah. We, uh. Brody and I body swapped you while back and you two have been together ever since.”

Yuta turns to Danny. “You wanna make out?”

“No!” Julia says. “Nobody is making out when you don’t have memories!”

Danny grabs Yuta by the front of the shirt and hauls him in, and Julia decides that fighting their basest instincts to fuck and fight each other really isn’t worth it.

“I assure you, ma’am, I will not be participating in any of this,” Claudio says. Julia’s eyes flick to where Mox is scrolling something on his phone with a smile on his lips, where Matt and Page and gazing into each other’s eyes, where Danny and Yuta are practically going at it on the floor.

“At least somebody’s listening,” Brody sighs.

“I’m listening!” Brandon says. He stands up and falls on the couch next to Claudio. “I’m not making out with anybody.”

“That’s because Reynolds is at home,” Brody replies. “Don’t worry. You have your own person.”

Brandon visibly relaxes. “After all this, I’m going to call him. Just to…just to know.”

Nick grumbles from where he’s still messing with his hair in the mirror. “Glad to hear everybody else is in love or whatever.”

“I –”

“I wouldn’t get into that if I were you,” Brody murmurs in her ear. “That one was Malakai’s fault, in the end.”

“Good point.” She looks back over at Nick. “I’m sure your memory will come back any time, and then you’ll remember that you and your friends and your brother created this company and you’ll be all happy again or whatever.”

Nick pauses. “I…created a wrestling company?”

Julia nods. “You and Matt, a guy named Tony Khan. Big wrestling mark, our boss. Two guys named Cody and Kenny, but Cody’s not here anymore.” She tries her best sincere smile. “This exists because a bunch of weird nerds took a chance.”

“The insult feels unnecessary, but okay,” Nick says. He relaxes, looking content.

The rest of the afternoon ticks by so slowly Julia feels like clawing out of her skin. She puts on another movie – Transformers seems least likely to cause problems – and waits for Malakai. And waits. And waits.

“The show’s going to start soon,” Brody says. His leg is bouncing so hard Julia’s slipped off of his lap and next to him. She’s a little squished between Claudio and Brody, but she’s distracted.

“I know,” Julia mutters. “Do you think we’re in serious trouble?” She glances around the room. Not everybody in here has a match, but most of them have something to do this evening. She leans in closer. “Should we start worrying about their memories yet?”

“No,” Brody says quietly. “I think we’re good.”

“Think?”

“Hope.”

Julia buries her face into his arm until he reaches out and pulls her in. “It’s going to be okay, Jules.”

“I know,” she says with a sigh. “But I miss my magic.”

“I miss mine, too,” Brody says. He adjusts her hat.

There’s a lot more she wants to say. She can see the effects of her actions around the room, though some are less negative than others.

She waits a little longer, until the ending scenes of the movie.

“We’ve got it.”

Everyone in the room looks up at Malakai.

“Everyone affected, stand.” His glare toward Julia and Brody is clear as day. They stay seated.

Malakai turns the deepest red, blood and rubies sparkling in a sunrise before a storm. He spins his magic in front of him. “Return their minds,” he speaks, in a language Julia doesn’t know how she understands, “return their memories but take none of the past few hours. Keep them whole.”

The red is almost too powerful. Looking at it hurts, somewhere deep in her mind, but she forces herself to keep looking. She wants to know how the magic can fix all of this.

If she knows how to fix it, maybe she can use it better next time.

It swirls and grows, with Malakai carefully instructing its placement. The magic seems to have a mind of its own, but Julia can understand that they’re lucky the ideas of the magic seem to align with theirs. She’d never known how powerful it was until she sees it laid over the bodies of her coworkers, working to turn them back to themselves.

Time, she’s fairly certain, has stopped. And then it hasn’t.

The room settles back to normal, the red dissipating until it’s nothing but a faint fog, and then gone.

“Okay,” Page says, shaking his head. “That was the weirdest thing that’s ever happened to me, and that’s saying something.” He wiggles his hand at Matt, who laughs.

“I don’t want to know,” Malakai says, dropping his head in his hands.

They go around the room, Malakai asking very pointed questions to ensure all memories have returned.

“Alright,” he says, nodding. “It feels appropriate to release all of you at this point. If anything – and I mean anything – feels like it’s wrong, you come to me.” He glares at Julia and Brody again. “You hear me? Me only.”

The group of recently re-memoried wrestlers nod and mutter in agreement as they leave.

“Thank god that’s over,” Brody says, falling sideways on the couch. Julia would be annoyed, but she’s just as relieved.

“Oh, it’s not over,” Malakai says. “Buddy, find a safe seat. We need to have them meet with the true origins of their powers.

“Meet with – what?:”

She can’t react. The world is swirling colors and patterns that Julia can’t name or understand, and she feels suspended.

Now you understand the responsibility of the magic, she understands through what’s around her, now you know that your motivations come second to mine.

“Who am I speaking with?” she asks. It’s less words than lightning coming from her.

The deepest of magic is the most dangerous, Julia understands, but lighter level magic also harnesses my power. Your Malakai has done his best to educate you on his own, but you required further reminders of your powers.

“I’m sorry,” Julia says with sparks. “I didn’t – I hadn’t realized –”

But you do now, Julia understands. And using magic as a toy is your way to lose it forever. And possibly your life.

Julia feels fear like liquid ice run up her spine. “Is this how I die?”

No, child, Julia understands, death is not for you for many years, if ever. Immortality can be given to those who wield power well and carefully. Do you think yourself capable of this?

“I don’t know,” Julia whispers with the flicker of a candle.

Good, Julia understands, for if you were sure so early, it would be proof you are not. Julia feels the whisper of a caress against her cheek. You are prepared to be a leader, little Princess. You will become Queen. But lessons will be learned along the way. Julia feels the liquid ice melt into comfort. And you’ve learned your first.

“Thank you.” Julia’s voice is a spark again. “I won’t – I’ll be more careful next time. More intentional.”

My princess, Julia understands, you may have some of your magic back. You will continue to earn more as the years go by, as long as your intentions remain true and you demonstrate the intentionality. It’s a brush like lips against hers, a touch Julia would do anything to feel again.

And then her eyes open. And she’s on the couch next to Brody.

“Holy fuck,” Brody says, his eyes opening. “What was that?”

“That,” Malakai says, looking far too calm for the situation. Buddy’s got his head on his lap, content. Little suckup. “Was the Goddess.”

“The Goddess?” Julia asks. “We – we spoke to the person we get our powers from?!”

Malakai nods, carding fingers through Buddy’s hair.

“I thought we got our powers from you,” Brody says. He rests his hand on Julia’s thigh until she takes his hand.

“If you’d listened,” Buddy says, “you’d know we’d always gotten our powers from the Goddess.” He looks up at Malakai with unbridled adoration. “Malakai is our conduit.”

“Did she forgive the two of you?” Malakai asks. “Do you have your powers back?”

Julia presses her lips together and holds out her hand. Her colors are slightly different now – a hint of magenta instead of pure red, but the majority is ocean-teal instead of pure green. “They feel…different,” she says.

“They represent the nuance you understand now,” Malakai says. The blue-grey of his skin, the deep blackened purple of his eyes. Julia’s never understood the meaning before.

“That’s why Cutler had yellow and blue,” she murmurs. “Why we had green, and blue, and pink.”

Malakai nods. “And why Buddy here has had sages, forest greens, and sunset oranges,” he murmurs. “He understood the responsibility from day one.”

“Always the perfect one,” Julia mutters.

“No one is perfect,” Buddy says. “But, yeah, I am.”

Brody chucks a pillow at Buddy using his newly orange-pink and ocean-teal powers.

“Hey,” Julia says, showing Brody her own greyish teal, “we match now.”

He beams over at her. “We do.”

Mini Playlist: Moonlight Magic - Ashnikko Magic - One Direction Magic - The Cars God is a Woman - Ariana Grande

#Genuinely I don't know how to tag this #in which sara writes #wtf i like wrestling now???#House of black polycule #Genuinely this fic manages to be even weirder than some of the others in this series #house of black magic

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crystalninjaphoenix · 2 years ago

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Waiting and Watching

Switch AU

A JSE Fanfic

Funny story about this chapter. As I wrote it, stuff was just... happening. Stuff that I was not expecting XD I swear, it felt like the characters were taking over fshjdaklh In this part, Marvin and JJ regroup after their two separate adventures and try to figure out what to do next. Obviously they have to get Anti back, but how? Then the next morning they get a strange phone call that changes their plans slightly. Enjoy reading :)

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Marvin and JJ sat at the table together. It was past midnight, but JJ insisted on making tea for the both of them. He said it would calm their nerves, and Marvin agreed. So they sat in silence with a cup of mint tea each.

Jameson was the first to speak. So... these are the cards you lost?

“Yes.” Marvin’s fingers nervously tapped the deck. “I recognized t’em right away.” He spread them out in a line. The back of each card was unique, a different symbol surrounded by lines that crossed and curved in elaborate patterns.

And Henrik just went in there and got them? JJ asked.

“If we’re believin’ him, which I don’ see why we wouldn’.”

Jameson shook his head. This is incredible. When the rest of us went into that house, we barely made it out. And he just did it.

“In his note he said t’at Distorter had left. T’at probably made it easier.” Marvin began idly rearranging the cards on the table. “T... t’ere’s some way to mess with t’ese, I know it. Some way to use t’em for magick... but I can’ remember...”

These symbols are part of a runic alphabet, Jameson said, indicating the back of the cards. Runes are often used in magick, so you’re right. There’s definitely some way to use these cards for rituals. Perhaps the meanings of the runes could help us out? I know I have a couple references for rune alphabets in my books upstairs.

“T’at’s as good a place to start as any,” Marvin said. “What about you? Did t’at Magic Circle help you out like t’ey said?”

Jameson nodded. He explained what happened that night as quickly as possible. Turns out, there was a gigantic facility hidden there the whole time, he finished. Persephone said there was no time limit to the effects of the group spell, so I should be able to find it and walk through whatever was hiding it. He paused. The strangest thing was... it didn’t... feel like magic.

“What didn’?” Marvin prompted.

Whatever we broke through. It wasn’t a ward, or any spell, it felt... different.

“Different how? Can ye put it in words?”

Jameson thought about it. This energy felt... artificial.

Marvin raised an eyebrow. “Fake magic? Is... is t’at a t’ing?”

I’ve never heard of it. And all the other magicians were just as surprised by how it felt.

“Huh.” Marvin pushed all the cards back into a stack, then picked up his teacup and took a sip. “But... you’re sure t’at Anti is in t’ere?”

Positive, JJ said, nodding. I don’t know why, but we can figure that out once we get him out of there. Though... if we’re going to break into a place like that... perhaps you should stay behind...

Marvin bristled. “What do you mean?”

Your leg IS still broken, Jameson reminded him.

“I managed jus’ well enough tonight, didn’ I?”

You did, and that’s great, JJ agreed. But you didn’t see this place. It’s huge. We’ll have to do a lot of walking, and I wouldn’t be surprised if somewhere like that had a whole host of security. I don’t want you to hurt yourself further.

Marvin opened his mouth. Then closed it. His fist curled tight around the teacup handle. He took a few deep breaths, and finally said, “We’ll talk more about t’at tomorrow. We’re both tired righ’ now. We need rest.”

Jameson frowned. His eyes drifted towards the kitchen entrance, and the front door beyond.

“Jems, if you won’ let me hurt myself by goin’ out with a broken leg, I’m not gonna let you hurt yourself by goin’ out on no sleep,” Marvin said, sounding exhausted.

JJ shook his head. You’re right. You’re right. I’m just... I’m worried about Anti.

“I am too,” Marvin said softly. “But we can’ help him in t’is condition.”

You’re right, JJ said again. We should go to sleep soon. We can come up with a plan tomorrow.

They finished their tea in silence and went to bed right after.

———————

The next morning at breakfast, Marvin got a phone call. He was sitting at the table in his usual spot, one-handedly messing with his cards while stabbing a fork into waffles with the other. JJ was refilling Mr. Fluffington’s bowl, and hadn’t yet sat down to have his own plate of recently-refrozen waffles (neither of them had felt up to cooking.) That was when it happened. Marvin’s phone started to ring, and he glanced down at the screen. He sat up straight. “T’at’s the number!”

JJ looked over at him, confused.

“It’s Volt!” Marvin dropped his fork and fumbled to pick up the call quickly. He’d checked the call history out of curiosity earlier, and had been intrigued to see Schneep had used a strange number instead of his own. That strange number was calling again. Marvin hit the speaker phone button and said, “Hello?”

“Marvin, did you get them?” Schneep’s voice came from the other end of the line.

“The cards? Yes. How’d you get t’em? Did you really jus’ walk in?”

“Well I waited outside the house for a couple hours, then I saw him leave, and then I waited some more, and then yes,” Schneep said.

Tell him he’s an idiot for doing that! JJ said, dropping the bag of cat food and hurrying over to the table.

“Marvin? Are you still there?” Schneep asked.

“Yes, I was listenin’ to Jems,” Marvin said. “You’re on the speaker so he can hear you, and he says you’re an idiot for doin’ t’at.”

“Ah. Well. Perhaps.” Schneep chuckled. “But I made it out of that place, confusing as it was. So? Are they your cards?”

“Yes, t’ey’re mine,” Marvin said. “Distorter told me he had t’em, taunted me with t’em a couple times.”

“Oh. I-I am so sorry, Marvin.”

“It’s in the past,” Marvin said, already regretting that he’d impulsively shared that. “Anyway. Where the fuck have you been?!”

“Marvin, I had to get out of the city. That detective was onto me! I would not be surprised if she still was.”

He could have called us! JJ said.

“Jems said you could’ve called us, and he’s right!” Marvin repeated.

“I meant to!”

Did you?! Why didn’t you?! JJ’s signs were sharp, and Marvin relayed them in an equally sharp tone.

“Because I—” Schneep made a frustrated noise. A few seconds passed, then he sighed. “For the first few days, I was not... in a sound mental state. I took my medication, but the problem was not my psychosis, it was... I was afraid. I didn’t want to risk anyone else knowing about me, or about being friends with you all. And then... then I found something.”

“What?” Marvin asked, intrigued despite himself. JJ also sat down, ready to listen.

Schneep paused. “In the next city over, Henshilling, I found a small office space for a company called IRIS. It is a long story that I don’t think I have time for, but... I found out they were doing some... strange things in that rented office. And they found out I knew about that, and... that confrontation did not go well. I... was unable to contact you because of that.”

Marvin raised an eyebrow. He looked at JJ, whose expression was one of pure shock. Then he looked up into the corner of the room, where a device was attached to the ceiling, watching everything. “This IRIS company wouldn’ happen to sell cameras, woul’ it?”

“I think that is one of their products, yes,” Schneep said. “But their products are not important. They are just ways for them to fund their true goal.”

“Which is?”

Schneep didn’t answer.

“Come on, Volt,” Marvin groaned. “You’ve said so much already—”

“More than I should,” Schneep interrupted. “The reason I cannot talk for too long is because they are fully capable of listening in on phone conversations. If they know you know, they—I-I don’t want to think about what could happen.”

So ignorance is bliss then? Jameson asked.

Marvin repeated that, then added, “Also, you shoul’ know t’at Jems got t’ese fancy new cameras recently. He installed t’em in our house, t’ey’re from a place called IRIS—”

Jameson looked at him, alarmed, as if he wanted to keep that a secret. But that was nothing to the way Schneep immediately shrieked. “Get rid of them!” he shouted. “Right now! Tear them out! Break them! IRIS probably already knows too much! Mein gott, das ist ein Desaster...!” His voice got quieter as he walked away from the phone.

“Volt?” Marvin asked. “Schneep? Henrik?”

Schneep didn’t return. After a few seconds, the line disconnected.

Marvin hung up his own end as well. Then he stared at Jameson. “Well?”

Jameson stared at him. Then raised his hands and slowly said, It’s still rather helpful to know what’s happening—

“For the love of god, Jems!” Marvin threw his arms into the air. “Get diff’rent cameras, t’en! Jus’ don’ use the ones our friend literally jus’ said belonged t’some shady company!”

Jameson nodded quickly. Right. You’re right, I’m sorry, I just—can we at least wait to take them down until we have new ones?

“No! Jameson, for fuck’s sake! You have a problem if ye can’ exchange a few days of not bein’ alert for gettin’ rid of the shady company’s devices! Not’ing’s goin’ to happen!”

“We thought nothing would happen to Anti!” Jameson shouted. “Now look where we are!” He broke into a coughing fit, bracing himself against the table and turning his head to the side.

“Are you alrigh’?” Marvin asked, leaning towards him.

Jameson pressed a hand to his throat, gave a few more weak coughs, then nodded.

“Good.” Marvin nodded. “Go get some water if ye need it.”

I’m alright, Jameson insisted.

“If you’re sure.” Marvin sighed. Idly, one hand began messing with his playing cards, spread out on the table next to him. “Jameson. T’is a serious problem. In such a short span of time, you’ve become... well... concerned with t’ose cameras.”

Jameson stared at him. I’m alright, he said again.

“No, you’re not. T’is isn’ normal, Jameson. You jus’ heard t’at the cameras are made by some company t’at had Schneep freakin’ out, and you want to keep them.”

We can get rid of them. I just think we should wait until we have replacements ready to install.

Marvin laughed. “T’at’s not as reasonable as you t’ink it is. ‘Let’s keep the possibly dangerous cameras from the sketchy company until we have more cameras ready t’watch us at every moment.’ T’at’s what you jus’ said.”

Jameson stared for a moment more, then looked away. I can’t let anything happen to anyone else, he said.

“Why are you the one who has to stop all danger?”

Because I know I can, Jameson explained. I just have to be there. So many times when I wasn’t there, you got hurt. If I’d just been in the house at the time—

“If you’d been t’ere, who’s to say Distorter wouldn’ have hypnotized you to ignore it?” Marvin asked. “Or the last time, he used Anti t’get to me. You know you would’ve let him inside. You know he could’ve hit you when you were turned, t’en done the same t’me.”

Jameson sighed. You’re probably right. But that idea won’t let go of me. I don’t know how to make it go away.

“Well... I don’ either,” Marvin admitted. “It sounds like you need t’talk to someone who does.”

So I’m going to tell a therapist about magic?

“No. You can jus’ tell them t’at bad t’ings have happened and ye keep t’inkin’ it could’ve gone different. Or, if you want someone who can probably help more, and who knows about all the insane t’ings goin’ on, you can talk to Jack.”

Jameson nodded slowly. I forgot about him.

Marvin chuckled. “Honestly, he’s probably jus’ gonna tell you to talk to a therapist, too.”

Maybe. But... I can start with Jack. A stepping stone. Jameson sighed. And in the meantime... we will have to get rid of the cameras.

“Damn right we will. Before we do any plannin’ about rescuin’ Anti and all t’at, we—” Marvin suddenly shrieked.

His sleeve was on fire!

Jameson stood up. He made a circular gesture with his hand and cool blue magic splashed on Marvin’s sleeve, extinguishing the flames immediately

“What the hell?!” Marvin gasped. He glanced at the table. There was nowhere that fire could’ve come from!

Except...

Three of his playing cards were arranged to form a triangle, their short ends meeting each other. In the middle of this triangle was a floating ball of smoke that gradually faded away.

Both of them stared at that. Then JJ chuckled. Well. Maybe that’s how your cards work.

“They have to be arranged,” Marvin muttered. “Of course! T’at—I remember t’at!” He grinned, swaying back and forth in his seat with excited energy. “Look at t’is! The patterns on the back! T’ese lines match up!” He traced the curving lines on the back of the cards. They formed a continuous shape, each end matching up with another where the cards touched.

I don’t know much about magick, JJ said, but I know the arrangement of runes plays a key part. These lines in the design are guidelines for how to arrange them, I think.

“Yes...yes!” Marvin nodded, grinning. “Last night ye said you had some rune references upstairs. Let’s go up t’ere and look at t’em.”

Actually, I’ll bring the books downstairs, JJ said. It’ll be easier. We can look at them in your room. He glanced at the camera in the corner for a split second.

Marvin followed his gaze. Was Jameson actually wary of the cameras now? Well, that would make sense. Anyone would be, after hearing what Schneep said about IRIS. But with the conversation they just had, JJ saying they could work somewhere out of sight of the cameras felt like a sort of peace offering. “Yes, t’at sounds good,” he said. “And maybe after, or even during our search, we can talk about what to do about Anti and t’at facility.”

———————

It didn’t take them long to figure out most of the runes on the back of Marvin’s cards. They all belonged to a runic system known as the Dlú’et alphabet, which was one of the oldest rune systems used in magic and magick. Each symbol had a couple different meanings. They made phonetic sounds, like any letter, but they could also stand for things or ideas.

The three that Marvin had accidentally arranged into a triangle and conjured fire with made the sounds “ee” “r” and “wh,” but they also could mean “flame” “mark” and “dust”, or they could mean “passion” “creation” and “death.” It was all very elaborate, and Marvin ate up every detail. He nodded frequently and muttered “yes, yes! I remember!”

And he did remember. With every new bit of information, he became aware that it wasn’t actually new to him. It had simply been hidden by Distorter, deep in his own mind, and seeing it all again was bringing it back.

But he also aware there was still something missing.

“We’ve found all the runes but t’is one.” Marvin held out the two joker cards that had been included in the deck. They had the same symbol on their backs: an angled spiral with two lines crossing it in an X shape. “Are you sure t’ere’s not’ing in the books?”

JJ nodded. It’s a very old rune system, and these cards are also old—though not nearly as old as the system. He chuckled. Maybe this rune just fell out of use in recent decades. I’m sure we could find it in the library somewhere.

Marvin nodded slowly. This rune in particular was nagging at him. He knew it was important, but he didn’t know what for. “I... suppose we’ve done enough with the runes for now,” he said reluctantly.

JJ closed the book he had open. The two of them were sitting cross-legged on Marvin’s bed, facing each other with the books and cards in between them. So, JJ could look directly at Marvin as he said, I still think you shouldn’t go into that facility.

“I—you’re... right,” Marvin admitted. “I-I wouldn’ be much use with my leg broken. But I have t’help. Anti’s my friend too, and if he’s in t’ere—”

I know. JJ nodded understandingly. So, last night, I thought of a solution. You can come. But you’ll stay in the car. We can get a camera—not an IRIS one, more like a GoPro or something. I’ll wear it so you can see what’s happening. And maybe we could get me an earpiece or something, so you can help me out. Give me advice and point out things I miss. Stuff like that.

Marvin chuckled. “You want to go full-on spy for t’is, huh?”

We won’t have any gadgets that are as high-tech as the movies, but we do have magic, JJ said. I think that can work. I don’t want to leave you behind, Marvin.

“I don’ want t’be left behind, either,” Marvin muttered. “But... I know t’at’s not what you meant when you said I should stay back from goin’ in. You’re right. I said t’at earlier. But I’ll help however we can.” He paused. “I suppose we’ll have t’go shoppin’ for supplies, t’en.”

Maybe I can ask someone if they have a mounted camera we can borrow, JJ wondered. But we do need to get new cameras. And get rid of the old ones. He sighed. After all the trouble we went to, putting them up...

“Hmm.” Marvin thought about it. “If you want, maybe call Aoife or Jack t’help take t’em down? Since we had help gettin’ t’em up.”

Probably a good idea. JJ nodded. I can do that now. Best get started as soon as possible. And then I’ll start asking around for supplies for our... heist.

“Heist? Yes. Yes.” Marvin grinned.

JJ raised an eyebrow. You sound really excited about that.

“I’m ready t’start doin’ stuff. The sooner we check out t’is place, the sooner we can get Anti out. What time frame are we lookin’ at?”

If we’re lucky, we might be able to check this place out later today. If we’re not, we’ll definitely be there tomorrow. Jameson nodded firmly, resolved. We won’t leave him behind in there.

———————

“Have you ever experienced a terrible occurrence that has impacted you significantly?”

He didn’t know what it meant, but it had to be important. They kept asking it, to adverse effects. Why? And why didn’t they ask him that question while he was with them? Or... maybe they did? His memory of that time was a bit... unreliable...

“Have you ever experienced a terrible occurrence that has impacted you significantly?”

He wanted to run in there. Sitting in the bushes outside wasn’t exactly comfortable—or safe. Any security guard who walked too close might notice him there, crouched close to the ground with his new laptop perched on his knees. But he had to be close to get into their system. For some reason, it didn’t work remotely.

“Have you ever experienced a terrible occurrence that has impacted you significantly?”

He didn’t want to see this. It pained him, caused his heart to ache. And yet he couldn’t bring himself to fast-forward through the footage.

“Stop!”

“Subject’s exposure has increased to concerning levels. Suggest moving to second phase, pending board permission.”

“What is this? What did you do to me?

...What did you do to me?”

He winced at the desperation in his voice. No, he couldn’t watch this anymore. He forced himself to fast-forward. There probably wouldn’t be anything interesting over the next while, anyway, judging by their pattern of leaving him in there.

Or maybe not.

“Wait… wait, I don’t understand. What do you mean, ‘special’? I’m… I’m just a guy. He doesn’t even seem to like me.”

That was... strange. He didn’t really know what to make of it. Who was he talking to? It couldn’t be him, he wouldn’t talk to him like that.

“Whisper?”

In the end, it didn’t amount to much. For now. He made a mental note of it and began fast-forwarding again, shifting position slightly and causing the leaves around him to rustle.

More of this.

“We’re not a bad company, Anti.”

“Kuhscheiße,” he muttered.

“That, Anti, is ALTR 53815. We recently discovered its existence.”

Recently? Interesting. Was that why they were in the area? How long ago was “recent”? A month, perhaps? Three weeks, maybe? No... no. It had to be longer. There was no other reason for them to be there in the first place.

Oh...

Oh no...

“What do you mean ‘used to be’?”

No, it wasn’t true. They were fucking with him. They had to be. Creating a whole person, that multiple people saw and interacted with, it was impossible, no matter how strong his powers of hallucination were.

Right?

He couldn’t watch what followed. But even though he knew it would probably be easier to skip to the next day, he fast-forwarded instead. Even though he didn’t want to see it, he couldn’t pretend that it wasn’t happening. His friend was unraveling, and they knew it. There was no way they didn’t.

His fists clenched.

“I’m very sorry, Mr. McLoughlin, we need to take you somewhere more secure.”

Well this was new. He leaned closer to the screen.

“We do this a lot, Mr. McLoughlin, we move people around to free up space.”

No they didn’t.

The camera in the room was useless as soon as they dragged him out, so he switched around, following them through the facility, watching him struggle and plead and—

The footage went to static.

What?! What happened?! Frantically, he skipped forward by the minute, looking for the moment it returned—

And it did. Briefly. For a few seconds, the camera in the hallway came back online. Just long enough to catch the image of a man, standing there, blood dripping from his eyes down his obscured, smiling face. He was looking straight into the camera.

And then it was gone again.

He skipped fifteen minutes before the static cleared, showing... nothing. Well, it showed quite a lot, actually. Emergency red lights. People lying unmoving on the floor. But it didn’t show him. Or him.

He rewound back to the moment where he stood, looking at the camera, and glanced down at the time stamp.

One hour ago.

He was just barely too late.

Slowly, he closed the laptop. He bent forward, breathing heavily through the fabric mask he wore. This was bad. This was worse. At least before, he knew where he was, and had an idea of what they wanted. He didn’t know anymore.

Of course, that was why he had left the house! To come here. To torment him.

And he’d wasted time going inside instead of following him, maybe if he’d chased him down he could have—

No. Stop. Breathe. Calm. It wasn’t the end of the world. He could figure this out.

A few minutes passed before he straightened again. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the phone he’d been using, dialing a familiar number.

———————

“Wasn’t it only a few days ago I walked in on you guys putting these up?” Jack asked.

“Yes, well... we decided they weren’ a good idea,” Marvin said slowly.

Be careful! JJ added.

“I got it guys, don’t worry.” Jack was currently standing on a chair in the hallway, using a screwdriver to carefully disconnect the camera. JJ stood nearby, hovering anxiously, while Marvin was sitting in his wheelchair in his bedroom doorway. Sam flew around Jack, nerve-tail flicking back and forth. They seemed more hyperactive than usual. “You don’t have to be here watching me, you know. You can start on the other cameras while I do this.”

Marvin nodded. “Right, ri—”

His phone rang again.

Both Marvin and JJ tensed. Marvin wheel backwards into his room and grabbed the phone from where he’d left it on the dresser. JJ walked over to take his place in the doorway. “It’s him,” Marvin whispered, and put the call on speaker phone like he had earlier that morning.

“Marvin, things are bad,” Schneep’s voice said.

“Bad?” Marvin repeated. “How?”

“Am I on speaker phone again?”

“Yeah.”

“Are there cameras nearby?”

“T’ere’s one in the hall, but we disconnected it,” Marvin said, glancing past JJ out at the hall. “It can’ see in t’is room, anyway.”

“You never know,” Schneep muttered. “But if it is disconnected, it is fine. Marvin—and I assume Jameson, as well—I know where Anti was.”

“Yeah, so do w—”

Before Marvin could finish, Jameson was hurrying over, signing, What does he mean, “was?!”

“Wait.” Marvin blinked. “Y-yeah. Schneep, what do you mean, you know where he was?”

“Because he is not there anymore,” Schneep explained. “There is this old facility north of Mirygale. It used to be a prison, but it looks like it was taken over and converted into some other complex. I suspected he was here, so I hacked into their cameras this morning. As of one hour ago, he is not in there anymore.”

Jameson and Marvin stared at each other in shock. Where is he? Jameson asked, and Marvin repeated it for the phone.

“...that is what’s bad,” Schneep said gravely. “I am not sure what happened. The—the cameras, they—something went wrong, their footage was corrupted. But... it was him. It was Distorter, he was in there, I-I can only assume—”

Schneep didn’t get to finish before Marvin cut him off with a bout of violent swearing that made Jameson wince. “I knew it!” he finally shouted. “I fuckin’ knew he was involved!”

But Distorter didn’t take him in the first place, Jameson pointed out. So who did?

Marvin took a few deep breaths while the others waited. “T’at’s a good point, Jems,” he muttered. “Who owns t’at facility?”

“It...” Schneep’s voice was quiet. “It is... IRIS.”

“...wait, the same IRIS?” Marvin asked. “Who kept you from reachin’ us and made the cameras?”

“The very same. They are an American company who has been in this country for at least half a year, though probably not much longer.”

“So... t’is company’s in the business of kidnappin’ people?” Marvin asked. “Why? Jus’...why?”

Schneep laughed. “Strange, is it not? But it’s true. Get rid of your cameras. They already know too much.” And before Marvin or Jameson could respond, he hung up.

Marvin and Jameson stared at each other. Neither one was sure what to do now. They were having trouble processing all this new information.

“Um...” A voice came from the doorway. “Was I... not supposed to hear that?”

They looked around and saw Jack there, Sam hovering nearby, holding the disconnected WTCHR camera in his hand.

How much did you hear? Jameson asked.

“Everything after Marvin started swearing up a storm,” Jack said. “So. Distorter’s the name of this weird creature after you guys. And now we’ve got this IRIS company involved. I’ve been doing research on them, you know. There’s not a lot of information to find, which is really weird considering how big they are, and how fucking impossible a lot of their products sound.”

“We’re... sorry t’get you into t’is,” Marvin said slowly.

Jack shrugged. “It’s fine. I’m not sure how much I can do to help you find Anti, but if there’s anything I can do to help, let me know.”

Actually... Jameson said slowly. Do you happen to have a small camera that can be worn?

“Like a GoPro? Sure, I think I have one somewhere. I definitely bought one thinking it would be useful, but I’ve never used it, so it could’ve gotten lost.”

“Jems,” Marvin said quietly. “D’you want to try and get into the facility, still? We... we know he’s not in t’ere. He’s probably... in the house.”

Jameson frowned. He turned his head to the side. His mouth moved quietly, and his eyes briefly glowed blue. Then he shook his head. He’s not there right now. That tracking spell worked, and you know it wouldn’t if Anti was in there.

“T’en we need to find him before that bastard takes him t’ere!” Marvin snapped.

Now?

“Yeah! Who knows how close t’ey are to the house! We might have a small window!”

Jameson looked surprised, but then he nodded firmly. You’re right. This is our best opportunity. But he might be far away, and I can’t drive and keep up a tracking spell at the same time.

“I can drive you guys around,” Jack suggested.

Jameson frowned. I thought you didn’t know how to drive.

“I know... a little,” Jack said slowly. “Not enough to be... safe... most of the time. But it’s probably better than you being distracted. Unless Marvin can drive with a broken leg?”

“I can’ drive at all,” Marvin muttered. “No matter how bad you are, it’s better t’an me. And we don’ have much time to find other solutions. So if Jack’s offerin’, and he’s okay with whatever we’ll find...”

Jack nodded firmly. “It’s the least I can do.” He walked over and set the disconnected IRIS camera down on the nightstand. Sam flew at it and threw their tiny ‘body’ at it over and over, violently bonking against it. “Whoa! Careful, Sam.” Jack reached out a hand and stopped them midair. “I know you don’t like these things, but don’t hurt yourself.” He then looked at Marvin and Jameson. “So... we’re going now, then?”

Marvin and Jameson nodded in unison.

As the three of them hurried out of the room, they didn’t notice the camera make a faint whirring noise, or see its lens focus slightly on them.

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eddiemunsonappreciationsociety · 2 years ago

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MY WORD IS MY BOND

Part Three: But you had to have him, and so you did

I stomp around the house, fuming at my inner witch. I think about breakfast but I don't want to eat anything made by me in this negative mood, I'd be able to taste the self-disappointment. Chance snoozes in a patch of sunshine streaming through my windows, belly full, heart happy. I reach down and scratch behind her ears and she lets out a long, slow rumble of appreciation. She has no clue her human mum is a top-tier moron.

I make myself another iced coffee and bring it to my bedroom with me, along with my half-smoked joint, to get ready. I grab my makeup bag and bring it to the floor with me. Sitting crossed leg in front of my large mirror, I switch on the lights that surround the frame and go to work. I do a pale pink smokey eye, winged black eyeliner, and some lip balm. I contemplate some false lashes before deciding on the affirmative and putting on my usual OTT pair. I take the black eyeliner and draw some dots along my bottom waterline and brows.

Once I'm happy with my face I pull the bobble out of my ponytail and my hair tumbles around my shoulders. Most of it turned white a few years ago, during a pretty chaotic time of my life and it never went back to its dirty blonde. I make the most of the blank canvas, currently pastel pink on the ends. I style my curls into a half up half down do and pin a silver hair brooch with a triple goddess emblazoned on it.

Before choosing my clothes I check my phone, for the first time since last night, and blanch as I see five text messages and ten missed calls.

STELLA:

WHERE THE FUCK HAVE YOU GONE?!

I saw Dreamy McBrowneyes leave them you were gone after, did you go home?

Are you alive???

Shit are you actually ok message me back

if you don't answer me by the time I wake up tomorrow I'm calling the FBI

I tap my reply to her quickly, nails clicking on the screen

I'm so sorry, I am alive. I came home and conked out. I will fill you in later, love you.

Ps we're English, I don't think we have any FBI, stop watching Criminal Minds

My phone pings with her reply almost instantly

the only thing that would stop me is if they scrubbed Criminal Minds from the earth, even then I'd just close my eyes and play it all in my head

ps I'm glad you've not been murdered and/or eaten X

Choice phrasing, the universe is mocking me.

I open my wardrobe and stare at it for a whole minute, looking but not seeing anything. I select a black tiered skirt, that falls to just below my knees, my favourite black Paramore tee, and a black knitted cardigan with little pink toadstools all over it.

I am a fat witch, I prefer the term chunky, but to be real I am fat. And gorgeous.

I adorn myself with my jewelry, each one with some sort of magickal tie, something that can help or protect me in some way. As I place on the necklace I forgot yesterday my mind wanders to Eddie.

Stop it.

I give myself a quick look in the mirror before exiting my room and heading for the door. As I let myself out of the flat Elphaba, my black, flat-faced cat, is sat on the railing of the stairs, waiting to be let in. She glares at me.

"Where have you been, you dirty stop out?" I hold the door open for her and she trots in tail flicking. "Leave Chance alone whilst I'm gone"

I close the door behind me and head down into the shop.

The shop is basically a larger version of my craft room, with rosewood shelves everywhere, filled with various bits and bobs. I sell ingredients and ready-made spell jars. Most of my customers are non-witches but I do have the occasional magickal customer too.

The day is mostly noneventful, I sell a lot of ingredients used in health potions and health spells, which is standard as the weather starts to turn cold. Spells and potions sold to nonmagickal folk do work and make a difference, but in a more subtle way without the inner magic to amplify or activate properly.

There's an hour left of opening hours when my phone pings. I pick it up thinking it's going to be Stella.

I know you have no reason to trust me, but I'd really like a chance to show you I have no ulterior motive other than getting to know you. I hope you got home safe - Eddie.

I feel nauseous. I had been so intrigued, so drawn to him over the last few weeks. I sensed him when he was near, felt - what? Safe? Surely not. So drawn. This was not what it felt like with the other vampires I'd met. The circumstances in which I'd met other vampires were very different. I was usually roped into warning any vampires if they wandered into any coven territory. Not being in a coven myself, it made sense for me to be the middle ma, middle witch? I was also known as a particularly powerful witch, so I was fine to go alone.

I had no reason to trust him, but I wanted to.

His dark eyes kept popping up in my head, the goofy smile, the loud laugh. I wanted to know him before and I wanted to know him even more now.

But it was a massive risk.

For a vampire, the lifeblood of a witch is the ultimate feed. The magic in our blood makes them permanently faster, and stronger and has been known to occasionally pass on abilities to the drinker. I've also heard a vampire describe what our blood tasted like, and the more powerful the witch, the better the drinking.

I serve my last customer before picking back up my phone.

I got home safe, thank you. I don't really how I can give you a fair chance without putting myself in mortal peril, I don't see how it would work.

I start my closing duties, ignoring the phone as it pings. I ignore the huge urge I have to immediately read and respond. I want to talk to him.

Idiot.

I busy myself cleaning all the shelves, scrubbing floors, and doing the stock take, even though I did it last week. I grab my and some lavender from the stockroom to top up my home supply before closing the shutters and heading upstairs. I get Chance in her collar and out for a walk, eager for all the distractions.

By the time I'm home, it's almost nine and I am exhausted. I get in my pyjamas, roll myself a joint, and order a Chinese. I switch on Community, light up and pick up the phone finally. There are two messages.

I know you have no reason to trust me, but I haven't been able to stop thinking about you for weeks - Eddie

I know that's exactly something someone who wants to suck your blood would say but I swear that's not the case - Eddie

Despite myself, I giggle. I can't help but think about how old he is, signing off his name that after each text.

It is exactly something someone would want to eat me would say. PS, you don't have to sign your name off, I will add your number.

I feel myself grin as I type. Stop it, Lilith.

Does this mean you want to keep talking to me?

What was I doing?

Maybe.

There's a slightly longer pause between his next message.

Can I call you?

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alchemy-arts-bookstore · 1 year ago

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Stealth Magick

Today we would like to present the concept of Stealth Magick: What to do when you can’t be open with your practice for some reason. Perhaps it’s because of family or community disapproval, or restrictions present in the place you live. Whatever the reason, there are sometimes (unfortunately) situations in which you’re interested in magick, but you have to keep your interest and your workings secret. What to do? First, you have our sincere sympathies. Second, here are a few ideas.

If you live in a dorm or other place where burning candles or incense is not allowed, there are substitutes you can use. There are LED candles (‘flameless’) available in various colors and sizes, or you can experiment with small battery operated lamps. If you can’t have incense, you might try scent diffuser sticks, or anoint your altar items with scented oils, or even include a dish of potpourri on your altar instead. If you can’t find LED candles in the color you need, you can put them on an appropriately colored base, or decorate them with colored tape or stickers.

If you don’t want to risk having an altar because of the possible reactions of those around you, perhaps you could have a minimal altar that doesn’t look like one. Few people would think it strange if you had a few ‘interesting items you’ve found’ arranged on a shelf – pretty stones, seashells, figurines, etc. The items you display don’t have to look like standard ‘altar items,’ they just have to represent something to you. Let everyone else think they’re just cool trinkets.

Love jewelry, but can't wear a pentacle? There are other options, like crystals or semi-precious stones, other mystical symbols like stars or the moon, or pendants with animals or mythical beasts that mean something to you.

If space is an issue, or you don’t have a permanent place available to use, you might choose to have small altar items that can fit easily in a box or drawer and be moved or cleared away quickly when necessary. These could include things like LED votive candles, birthday candles, small statues or photo images of a deity, shells, stones, feathers, and necklace charms.

Whether the candles that accompany it are wax or electric, spellwork can always be disguised as prayer. If you sit in a quiet place with eyes closed, perhaps with a lit candle, who’s to say whether you’re silently speaking a spell, praying, or just meditating? If your situation is such that you can’t have magickal items, all that really matters is your intent, your will, and what you do to help the spell along.

If you can't have magick or occult-related books, again, you have our sympathies. Could you keep books at an understanding friend’s house? Or there’s always the library. If all you can do is look up information on websites, do keep in mind that not everything you find online is accurate or reliable. Don’t believe the first thing you read; look up a variety of sources. Compare what you read online to books in the library or bookstores. Ask the advice of trusted elders or shop owners in the magickal community.

These are only a few suggestions; feel free to add whatever others work for you. We wish you the best of luck, and we hope that you may soon find yourself in a time and a place where you’re able to practice as you wish, without worry or opposition.

#magic #magick #spellwork

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wykwryt · 2 years ago

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ok things i know they have to preserve in the new game

the rougelike genre obv and with it the boons system (we straight up saw nova strike in there and dash, attack, special, and cast magick are still here as are status effects and basically just all of that stuff) edit 2: okay wait actually upon reevaluating casts and magick are not the same thing, cast is still a thing we just also have magick. so all the same stuff plus being a witch!!!!!!!!! i wonder what we can do with that... what buttons would we even press.... wait maybe it's more like a god gauge. yeah that'd make sense. maybe we don't quite get godly summons like zagreus did because we're a disciple of hecate but there's something else we can do as a result?????? gah too many theories.

some kind of home base with plot progression and stuff after death

probably a three tiered + bonus level design. i wonder if the bonus will operate differently than the temple, that’s totally a thing they could completely change

keepsakes????????????????????? there must be something like them but they’re such a zag thing to have what with his whole god of bonds and blood thing (god i fucking loved that i love this game so much)

i wonder about the mirror. i think mel in the myths is one of nyx’s kids although obv not here. i think a canon aspect of zag was always tied with hades but i don’t think that’s the case for mel. man that’s funny, he thought he was nyx’s kid but actually wasn’t and she’s not but actually is. idk ignore me i’m babbling. anyways the mirror. i hope nyx is there actually she seems like a good character to keep her role as it was. i really hope we see chaos too i love them. they also provided such a unique boon service, they must come back as is.

FISHING MINI GAME HELLO

oh hey what about the house upgrades? home base will need to be important enough to have that kind of customization make sense. at this point i’m thinking we’re simply going to be in the house of hades for all this. maybe we’re doing repairs again from the damage of whatever kidnapped hades (ha). or maybe they do get rid of this entirely? it’d be a loss of a whole way to spend currency though.

the codex. bet hecate gives it to her maybe. see this is the weird thing to be because it seems like she is to mel as achilles is to zag but unlike him she’s an important character to the main plot.

different weapons for different play styles. we saw her blades already what else? (please give her a sword swords are cool. i feel like her daggers will prolly operate a lil bit like the fists. fists and sword are my faves <3) something to strengthen the weapons too like the aspects (i hope there’s one like the shield of chaos that talks to you but that’s just me) edit 3: ok the trailer shows just the daggers and what seems like a magic staff. i'd say the magic staff could be comparable to the spear but the spear doesn't do magic. there's a lil thrust action but it's all obviously spells. realllly wondering how the magick works because there's way more than just an attack and special here, she's got so many spells. too little here to really tell but it looks like the big difference between the daggers and the staff is the daggers involve more mobile magic and attacks while the staff seems more stationary but with bigger magic effects not to mention all the area attacks. there's no way we can't do magic without the staff so maybe the spells in our inventory are different depending on what weapon we choose. so far the staff looks significantly more powerful than the daggers, i wonder how they'll balance this stuff out. and other weapons???? oh hey wait i bet the spells are dependent on the weapon aspects or whatever they'll be called in this game. yeah okay that seems like it lines up.

bosses. i know this is obvious but i’m giving it a bullet because now i’m wondering who they are. they wouldn’t be any of the underworld staff probably so. wait actually who are the enemies we’re fighting in the first place if not dad’s employees?? so much of this hinges on whether we’re actually in the underworld or not. if we’re dealing with kronos then maybe we’re fighting to go down deeper into tartarus rather than up and out? the game reveal still makes it look like we’re above ground though…

replayability!!! for the three dozenth time idk what to think about this because i have no idea what the story will be like. i repeat, family or fight? and what would keep mel continuously doing the dungeons past the end of the main plot the way zag does it as official head of security?

ayo wait can we have skelly back? please he has to, we need a practice dummy room and there’s no reason to invent a new character when he’s right there. yeah no way they’re gonna get rid of skelly.

speaking of iconic characters… eurydice? need a new iconic ashley barrett song (as well as both her and darren korb song?) yeah ok whatever songs there are they’ll probably be attributed to eurydice and orpheus in game even if the characters themselves aren’t in there. wonder if we’ll be able to buy and collect the soundtrack… OH MY GOD A NEW SOUNDTRACK HOLY SHIT. I MEAN THEY’LL PROBABLY KEEP SOME ICONIC SOUNDS LIKE WHAT WAS IN THE REVEAL TRAILER BUT HOT DAMN NEW MUSIC WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

bonds and something to forge them with. she may not be zag but nectar and the like must still be a thing. (heyyyy any romancable characters?? the dora shade looked interested)

ok the more i keep thinking about this and trying to discern the shape of the new game and add more bullets the more i just end up tracing the original so things that could be different? :

like previously stated, the mechanics of the final level (the temple of styx in the original) edit 4: ok it would be so sick if the bonus level is zagreus boss fight where they slowly bond and then eventually zagreus trusts her and they get along and then they keep doing the fights for fun like in the og after the main plot is over

something is probably going to replace keepsakes. idk how but it’s such a specific thing and very specifically relevant to zagreus’s characterization, this’ll prolly change

the currencies

special rooms like shops and characters. moros and dora’s rooms looked like these although who knows how they function. also the timed rooms and than rooms (very curious if he’ll show up what with the whole time and death thing being the big things in this game edit 1.5: ZAG THAN ROOM).

EDIT: CERBERUS PETS??? where would i be without giving cerberus pets every run? absolutely wild that petting him 10 times was a rare achievement, you guys suck at playing this game.

#hades game #thoughts #i guess i’m a game analysis writer now #jesus christ #i fell asleep making this post and am posting it like three hours later #wyk writ

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run-on-lightning · 3 months ago

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The Heroes think you don’t hear them, but they also never learned what an indoor voice is. Whenever they’re deep in their cups and you pretend to sleep, they complain and whine about how hard it is to fight monsters and save the world while your squishy self never do any dirty work. Like how dare you keep at a distance in your pristine white robes while the rest of them have to face scratches and bruises and dirt. Never mind that the only reason they haven’t been impaled or broken any bones or drowned in their own blood was the holy spells you invoke from your life force during every encounter.

For days, you clenched your teeth in silence. This is just the way The Hero Party works, you tell yourself whenever they call you a healing dispenser that’s easy on the eyes behind your back.

For weeks, you tightly clasped your hands together for control. You are here to help and support, you tell yourself as you get yelled at for stealing the leader’s thunder with your flashy magicks. Just heal quietly and let the real Heroes do their job.

For months, you whispered prayers to your deity for deliverance from the evils of micro-aggressions and underappreciation and sub-minimum wage.

And then, you’ve had enough.

The rest of the party can have all the killcounts and glory, all the accolades and trophies. That was never your ambition anyway; you just wanted to do good. You just wanted to help, but they never seemed to want or need you around, so you might as well go where your help will be more appreciated.

***

Once upon a time, The Hero Party rescued a kidnapped woman from a monster’s den. She cried and kicked and screamed, “Don’t take me back! Don’t take me back there!” all the way to her husband’s house.

“She’s gone mad,” the townspeople gossiped. “Enthralled by wicked magicks!”

But you knew.

You knew because while the rest of the party dissected the monster’s body for spoils, you saw to the rest of the den. Two pairs of shoes neatly arranged on a rug before the door. A small table with two plates of half-eaten supper. A still smoldering hearth. Furs sewn together into a bed large enough for a human and a mindflayer.

No weapons.

No shackles.

No torture.

And that was before you found the letters.

That night while the rest of the party and the rest of the town were too drunk in celebrations, you snuck into a house and knocked out a man to stop him from hitting his wife.

“I’m sorry,” you told her. “We-- I didn’t know monsters could--”

She slapped you and you still feel that sting in your heart to this day.

You didn’t know monsters could love.

But you saw the way the monster had thrown itself in front of the woman, right before the Hero Party pierced its seven hearts.

You didn’t know monsters could have peaceful domestic bliss.

But you saw their little home in the haunted swamp and you saw it destroyed by your hand.

You helped her escape the town, and with the full of your power back then, you helped her say goodbye to the spirit of the lover you murdered.

“Where will you go now?” you asked after her lover’s spirit departed.

“Somewhere.” She shrugged. You understood her unwillingness to share details with one of her lover’s killers. “What about you?”

“I'm not sure," you mumbled absently. "I think I have some soul-searching to do.”

“Well good luck with that.”

You parted ways with the woman at the next town over.

You left the party and never looked back.

***

People say in hushed whispers that the Demon Queen employs monsters and criminals and demons. At this point, you figure that means she accepts people for who they are, not what they are nor where they came from. People say she’s trying to destroy the Kingdom and all it stands for. After everything you’ve seen of this world, you grow sick of protecting nobles and men from the things they fear will take away their power.

You just wanted to do good. For so long, you thought that meant joining a band of Heroes and slaying a bunch of monsters until you saved the world from the Demon Queen.

You never expect to find yourself at the doorstep of the Demon Queen’s fortress, waiting until it’s half past noon for lunch break to end. Everyone has lunch breaks here, even animal familiars and animated furniture. They also have paid vacations and sick leaves. Such evils are never allowed in the Kingdom.

The door opens. You expected to meet the doorman, but instead the Demon Queen greets you in all her eleven-foot tall glory.

“Now this is quite the surprise!" She smiles warmly. "I won’t say I’ve been expecting you, but I have heard about your arrival. Come in, come in. Please make yourself at home.”

You follow her to the dining hall.

She offers you tea and biscuits. “I apologize for not offering a proper lunch. The children were terribly hungry today and finished every bit before we could count them as leftovers.”

“C-Children?” Your Hero instincts kicked in and your eyes search the area for said children. Were they kidnapped? Were they the lunch? It takes you a few seconds to talk yourself down from the kneejerk reaction. Remember, you’ve come here willingly, with open mind and open heart.

The Demon Queen’s smile turns wistful. “Orphans. So many of us die in this war. We take care of whoever we can.”

Her voice is soft and even, her words carefully chosen. But you know why: Heroes and adventurers murder so many monsters, so many of her people, every day.

“I’m sorry,” you say, but that is not why you’re here. You nibble on a biscuit, take in a deep breath, and try again. “I-I want to help.”

“Oh.” The Demon Queen’s smile fades into surprise. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

“That an adventurer will come here to help?”

“Not that. We have plenty of ex-adventurers among our ranks. It’s just...” She halts, and maybe it’s a trick of the light, but you could have sworn she had hints of a blush on her cheeks. “Well, you’re such a faithful and high-ranking healer in the adventurer’s guild. Maybe even the best one around these parts. I would have thought you’d be in the current main Hero Party or something.”

“I was.” You shrug. “One: not very heroic. Two: not much of a party.”

She snorts out a laugh and her grin shows hundreds of spikey teeth. Under normal circumstances, before you had your epiphany, you would have found the sight frightening. But her laugh is so infectious that you can’t help chuckling alongside her.

“Well, their loss.” She claps her several hands together and nods. “Welcome to our... well, it’s way too soon to say we’re your family, but you are welcome to join us as a colleague or a collaborator or however way you prefer to call this mutually beneficial relationship.”

“‘Friend’ has a nice ring to it. We could be friends.”

“Then I welcome our new friend to the fortress!”

***

“YOU! TRAITOR!”

The Hero Party eventually finds you after carving a bloody path through the fortress. They have defeated the Demon Queen, but they have never expected to find you by the Demon Queen’s right hand.

You float in their direction, your pristine white robes billowing in the wind.

“TRAITOR!” They accuse you again.

You look them over and sneer. “You all look terribly worse for wear. Couldn’t find another healer after I left?”

The leader spits at you, thankfully missing the hem of your robes. “Are you going to start monologuing now, like the true Villain you are?”

“Hmm, I could have my fun, but...” You shrug and float past them, towards the Demon Queen’s body. “I have work to do.”

You raise your divine weapon above your head and feel for your power.

You never told the Hero Party which deity whose power flows in your veins. Perhaps even from the very start, you felt in your heart of hearts that they wouldn’t understand. They are Heroes of their own tales, where they fell giants and best dragons and slay all the monsters, and then they are crowned victorious when there’s nothing left to kill. Thus the victors write down their stories, where everything is a challenge to conquer or to kill or to own as a trophy on the wall.

There was no room for Empathy in their conquest.

For the longest time, even you had misunderstood your own beliefs. You thought goodness meant sacrificing your life force for others without question. You thought kindness meant to allow others do as they willed while you laid down at their feet to be stepped on and ridiculed without retaliation. You thought support meant to carry other people’s burdens while bigger, stronger, better men who called themselves Heroes did their jobs worry-free.

But no, you eventually came to learn that the world was more complex than the battle of Good vs Evil, of Heroes vs Monsters. You learned that nothing could be easily put into neat little boxes, that you had so many preconceived notions to unlearn. It wasn’t easy to own up to your mistakes and make amends. Not for forgiveness, no, because some of the things you’d done were unforgivable and beyond amends. But you still tried your best to be a better version of yourself. You just wanted to do good, to do right by the people around you, even if you were the Villain in other people’s stories.

Before, you thought the resurrection arts was beyond your mortal ken, but thanks to the guidance and influence of the Demon Queen and her people, you grew in your faith and in your powers. You learned how a gentle, compassionate heart can be strong enough to perform miracles.

And so you raise your divine weapon, a buckler blessed by the deity of Empathy, above your head and feel for your power. Your heart swells with how much you care about these people and your magicks flood throughout the battlefield, mending bones and knitting wounds of your fallen friends and comrades.

“NECROMANCER!” The Hero Party accuses and spits at you again, aghast.

You smile serenely. They’re not wrong. Healing and necromancy have always been two sides of the same coin. The main difference between raising the dead and raising undead is the consent of the soul to the resurrection, and these people have long given you their informed and enthusiastic consent to this.

Thus the Demon Queen and her people rise once more.

“I knew you could do it!” The Demon Queen reaches out to you, caressing your head with the tip of her fingers. “You’re so wonderful!”

You kiss the inside of her giant scaly palm. “I don’t think I can do it a second time. Please don’t die on me again.”

She gently lifts you to her shoulder and smiles a sharp and toothy grin. “Together, nothing can stop us!”

The Demon Queen and her people rises once more, and you look at them-- scales and fur and spikes and spines and eyes and tentacles and mandibles and fangs and claws and any other bestial, insectoid, cephalopod, or unknowable monstrous features they possess-- you look at them all, at your new found family, and you feel nothing but love.

You trained for years to become a high ranking cleric just to find out that adventurers don’t value you as anything other than a cheaper healing potion. Your anger leads you to joining the villain to show them just how terrifying Holy magic can be.

#writing prompt #writing prompts #tumblr fic #tumblr storytime #delonix makes stuff #my own

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essenceofvoid · 3 months ago

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A list of some of my DRs and a few things about them:

Perfect Childhood:

Like many of you, I had a less than ideal childhood. So I created this DR so I can heal my childhood trauma and inner child self.

-only child (don’t have to fight for parents attention)

-my parents are wealthy and can work from home or anywhere in the world. They only work for 30 minutes a day. (This leaves a lot of room to have quality family time, and means we can travel and go on vacations whenever we want to).

-I have every toy/movie/book I ever wanted (because I didn’t get them here).

-my 2 best friends live in the houses to the left and right of my house. We do everything together, go to school together, ballet class, joint family vacations.

Mermaid DR

-I was born a mermaid but can turn human whenever I want to, just go on land (like in Luca). All merfolk are able to do this, no matter what species (they can be of the octopus variety, or jellyfish, etc doesn’t matter). Also, no limits to amount of time you can stay on land.

-Humans and Merfolk coexist peacefully. Many humans and merfolk ✨mingle✨ and start families together. Nobody cares if you are mixed, there is no such thing as racism/classism etc. No one is better than anyone else, we all are equals and all care for each other like we would care for ourselves.

-Humans can visit mer cities whenever they want to, even live underwater full time if they please. They can wear spelled (magicked) jewelry, or drink a tonic, or even have magic infused tattoos that all give the human wearer the ability to not only breathe underwater indefinitely, but also anti-skin wrinkling (no more looking like a raisin).

-you can speak normally underwater (it’s clear to understand).

-my S/O is human and I love sharing my world with him.

-only the smaller fish are used for food by both merfolk and humans, as well as bigger ocean life. Meaning only little fishes are the food chain besides fruits and veggies and seaweeds. Sharks and whales and everything else coexist with merfolk and humans peacefully as well. The little fishes know it is their roles to be the food and accept their fate willingly 😭

-speaking of fruits and veggies, yes, there are underwater fruit trees and veggies unique to the merfolk (meaning they aren’t the same as what humans have on land but still unique and really good)!

Shapeshifter DR

-I can change my form into any living thing, anything that is a part of nature (including the wind). I spend time living as different animals.

-I can be a bird of any kind, even one that doesn’t exist on Earth, or even a mix of different birds.

-I can be a fish, or a whale, or a sea jelly or a coral, or some behemoth sea monster nobody knows exists.

-I can be a dragon, or a dragonfly.

I can be the rain falling down onto the planet, I can be the clouds, I can be the wind and blow leaves all around.

-I can be a tree, and communicate through my roots to the other trees.

-I can be a cat.

Literally anything, just to know what it’s like and not have to know what a credit score is. Also I don’t have to wear clothes. Lol.

Palia DR

-it’s a video game that I play on switch, but I had a very realistic lucid dream about it the other night and it was sooo fun, so I made it a DR!

-I have really high stamina, I’m super strong, and run very fast, but I’m still human. I can climb to the top of a cliff and jump off and slowly glide down on my trusty glider. It’s so fun.

-I get to explore the forests and beaches and caves whenever I want to (meaning I can go outside in the middle of the night and not worry about anything bad happening bc it’s safe).

-Magic ✨

-dating Hassian and Reth ❤️

-solving mysteries

-getting to hunt creatures without feeling bad, there’s no mess it’s just one arrow and then 💨 poof everything is neatly cut and cleaned into a pouch for me to carry instantly.

-getting to live in a beautiful village with friendly neighbors who actually care about each other and we have festivals all the time and just have fun!

These are just a few, but if anyone has any questions about any of these DRs let me know and I’ll see if I can answer them for you! (Also sorry if it looks boring this is my first long post and I don’t know how to do all the pretty things yet).

#reality shifting #shiftblr

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blondrichclosetwitch · 10 months ago

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God and me going crazy 1/27/17

This isn’t Horse.

(identifying) this is God. (holding back tears, then breaking down into sobs)

Am i going crazy?

I am?

What do you mean exactly?

Are you saying this is untrue information?

But isn’t Blond after me as i think she’s after me?

Yes...so don’t i have to stop doing the tantra.

And isn’t it true that she’s going and finding my clients and offering them 5,000$ to set me up?

Yes

is it true that Jakk and i are communicating through katie through a pendulum?

Yes

And that we’re somehow able to have sex through a pendulum?

Yes

And is it true that blond’s pregnant?

Yes

And is it true that she’s gonna miscarriage on april 17th

And that is part of her karma

(cries) is it true that my brother blames me..for katie’s acci–for katie being dead?

( i remember this; earlier that day fakekatie told me that my brother wished it was me who had died in my accident, rather than her. I was sitting on the couch when she told me, i think i hysterically called my mother)

Because we were both hit by cars. And because i lived, and she died.

Yes

(pause)

Is Blond attacking me at night again?

Is she still...yes—is she still raping me? Cause i feel the damage to my neck.

(there are tapes from december when i talk about what was happening at night , and then i woke up in a hotel room from someone fucking/choking me while i slept. fakekatie called it rape)

Should i tell jakk? Ok

(sighs) i didn’t say my prayers last night because i was beaten up by what i found out. I know i need to do it everyday and i know i need to do the cord cutting every day....is it something besides the cord cutting & psalm 91 that i should be doing?

Yes?

Can you put it in my head, please?

( some things to point out—i knew nothing about magick or the dead before katie’s death, and i definitely didn’t know i had psychic abilities, but by january i was already getting very clear pictures and words.i would saqy “put it in my head” and the message/visual would appear. Also, jakk & i had only been broken up for 6 months after 4 years together, so i was grasping at straws to figure out what was happening, because he has his mercury in the 12th house and runs cryptic anyway)

“The 10 commandments?”

And i got....”the psalm of psalms?” Is that all? Ok

And that will help?

Psalm of psalms....how long is it?

Can i just pick one every day? On top of psalm 91? Cause it looks like there’s a lot.

“Add a different one every day.”

So john is just gonna...so i shouldn’t try to reach out to john again..

I should?

You see why i can’t tell him about.....the text messages.

Yeah.

I get it now.

God, how am i going to do 12 more weeks without jakk?

I was good at tantra though.

I’ll find other teachers. God.

I know you’re going to take care of me i know you’re going to take care of me, but i just want to go back to sleep. Look at me.

(transmission)

You mean about the opening and getting all the information, and blond attacking me, and finding out about dad, and john blaming me, and mom not believing me and talking to jakk through a pendulum, and katie being gone, and not being able to do the work that is feeding my soul...and the culmination of all of it, and not being able to sleep..is making me go crazy.

So what do i do?

“Believe”

(transmission)

Put a picture of jakk in a frame too?*

(this is important, because it was the first time it was suggested I print out a picture of Jakk. I had no pictures of him in my apartment. )

I appreciate everything you do for me. How is my child?

Is she with jakk?

Is blond…..after she loses the baby?

Is that why i saw all those violent visions?

You helped me a lot this morning, thank you so much. Do you want me to start going to church?

Thank you.

(end of tape)

Encounter 2 1/27/17

(To Psychic Jakk)

I think that...you didn’t know that you were..i think you didn’t know what to make of what was happening to me back in september...but once i brought up the spells and once katelan brought up that Blond’s book was a curse, it made it clear to you and you put two and two together, and once the Nusch connection...that’s what sort of....cause i did a spell that they instructed me to do on New Years Eve. and that’s what originally made things..open up for us, but i didn’t do it all the way correctly because...because i didn’t do it all the way correctly so it didn’t work completely. But then i found the information about Nusch that i presented on my birthday. Nusch/Katie. And that’s when it opened a channel for you, i and nusch, and that’s when you started working with nusch.

And you started having sex with her. And then i guess you started working with Random, and i was sending you spirits, and i stopped communicating with you via text because “it wasn’t safe anymore” ...and um, ....and...yeah. So this is you. And this is me. And this is what we’re doing, and this is what we have to do.

And what they’re telling me is we are going to have some time once this.....comes....it’s still gonna be a long haul..but we’re protected. katie/nusch has got us, random has got us, this God creature has got us...you were mary magdalene, i was mary mother of god, katie was jesus. Blond was judas. Blond will do anything to kill me basically. And i know this. So i need to stay as safe as possible.

And the very sad part of that for me .....abandoning my work. Because i love my work. I’m really good at what i do. And men really need me. Badly. What time is it, it’s 1:35 and you need to leave in 25 minutes. I bet you want to have sex quickly (little laugh) before you go.

It’s gonna be a quickie.

Let me have one bite. Cause i literally have not ..eaten breakfast. Do you understand now that.. I’m so grateful that i don’t have to get a roommate for february. We’re going to be together. You’re gonna teach me things, and i’m gonna teach you things..and we’re not always going to make the most sense. And we may not have a baby, but that’s ok. We have spirit children. We have both lula and katie. And nusch.

And we have seriously some of the best..most insane sex..in the world. Like, kinda phenomenal. Like all the spirits say it. Should i bring my work phone in here just in case he calls? Would you think it was hot if i answered?

This is gonna be a quickie cause you have to go to work, but i promise i’ll make it up to you after work.

We’re just gonna go for it.

(the sex happens, transmissions start to occur)

I know

She hurt me, that’s why

She knocked me out...i’m sorry

(transmission)

Yes daddy

( a shift)

Protect me katie protect me katie protect me katie

Don’t let her in

Jakk, come back

(sex stops)

Why did Blond come in?

Did you feel Blond come in?

Did you feel blond come in?

Did you let her in?

*why*?

(pause)

Why?

(pause)

She just showed up?

You can’t let her in.

Do you understand that you cannot do that?

(pause)

You cannot do that.

That’s dangerous. That’s dangerous.

She is trying to *hurt* me. You cannot let her in.

I’m trying to get her out. You almost hurt me. She could have hurt me. You cannot, you can’t do that!

What?

Is it because i said...because i called you daddy?

Jakk you can’t....you’ve got to control yourself.

(sigh) then i won’t call you daddy, but you’ve got to know better!

You can not ever ever ever let her in!

Are we understood?

Ok.

Don’t bring Blond anywhere near me. Not even in your fantasies, not even in your fantasies! Ok?

I’m dead serious. It’s an invitation for danger, you could hurt me. Any place where you have allowed her to come in in the past with me has hurt me. So you can’t do it anymore. Ok? I’m not trying to yell at you, i’m just saying you can’t do that. And i’m sorry if i made a mistake by calling you daddy. I’m sorry. It was my mistake. It’s just, you know, we’ve done it before. I won’t do it again. My mistake. I’m gonna let you go to work. Take care. Don’t be upset, everything’s fine, we just *can’t* let her in. she can’t come in. we need her out, we need her gone. I’ll talk to you later.

What? I can’t read what you’re saying.

\are you saying i love you?

I love you. I’m not mad, i’m just trying to protect us. And i know she has a huge pull....i know. We just have to resist. Cause i felt the pull too. But we just have to resist.

We just have to, like.......pull away. And not give in. it’s ok babe, we made it out. We’ll have sex after work. It’ll be more relaxed. It’s gonna be ok.

You can have sex with me even though i’m not on the bed anymore. Alright i’ll talk to you later. (gets off the bed)

Jesus christ.

Encounter number 2.

(end of tape)

NR 74 1/27/17

(a few moments of silence)

Calling on Gina. gina from italy.

(pause)

Ginaaaaa

Hi gina

Nice to see you

I need some....truth. Cause i’m confused.

Number one thank you for coming.

Is jakk actually talking to me through the pendulum? Yes

So katelan does not know that is that correct

So she doesn't know the state of things with jakk and katie and nusch

So if she knew the story about nusch, she’d maybe have a different thing to say about separating from jakk. Ok. so maybe i should explain it to her

Um...is Blond still trying to rape me at night? And choke me? Yes I thought so.

( a ding on her phone)

Hold on that might be...

Ok, not seeing him. Bummer.

Did blond reach out to my client cary?

Fuck. that sucks.

And he would set me up!

But peter was fine, right?

So i should do the nanny thing to get extra money while i’m waiting tables

And i should do tarot and i really need to start studying.

And what i should do, i should give the landlord 1000 now and i’ll give him the 2nd half on the 15th. She did approach him, right?

What i want to know is how did she find him.

(calls Cary) What i want to know is how did she find you. Blond. Blond.

(pause)

Not according to my....Cary, i don’t....that’s not what i’m getting at all....you’re the 4th....you’re the 5th clients to call me out of the blue when i haven’t had a post cause i’ve taken everything down....yeah..and you only get in touch with me when i have something up, and she offered you 5000$ and you call me out of the blue. So.....right? (hangs up phone)

Gina.....

I can’t...

Giina you’ve been with me the longest

You’ve been with me since...september. Since italy. And i’m still in it. It’s almost february. Now i’m not doing the work anymore. Now i have to find a job. Now katie...katie’s been dead....almost 4 months. Do you think....and katie is my constant.

I’m hearing , we’ve still got all of feb and all of march..we’ve got 12 weeks..from what i can see Blond is trying to kill me.

It’s true that she’s pregnant, is that true ...

And you said when we last talked that she’s going to miscarry on easter monday....april 17th... (pause)

Is jakk trying to get away from her? In this world, in 2017, right now, is he actually trying to get away from her?

You’re telling me yes.

And the spiritual sex we’ve been having...that’s a real thing?

Can i answer misha real quickly, and you’ll stay with me? But i’ve got to..(texting about high maintenance )at first i dissociated and then i calmed down and found a way to stay present. I ended up staying 2 hours instead of one, and talking to katie for the second hour which they fucking loved. Katie says they will make me the actress for the episode.

Gina do you think that they’ll make me the actress? I’m neutral about it, well ok maybe i’m not completely neutral (laughs)

You think they will. You think so.

(texting) she totally showed off.

Ok so the stuff with jakk is real.

Is there a way that i can learn...that i can start to hear?

But you want me to study the tarot first. That’s fair. Cause that’s gonna be my money maker. And where do you want me to advertise to get readings and stuff?

(transmission)

You want me to sharpen up on my reiki

What??

Oh my god

Ugh

Ok what

(listing off names) neuro guido soski sweet jane cyrus oh fanaba. Maya....ah here it is 718 669 ____

I should call her right

What’s her name, maria?

( she calls. End of tape)

#watch the tapes

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