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charlie-and-yoshi-rp-hell · 5 years ago

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Episode 48: Recovery

The two halves are finally back together. Now the boys need some time to relax and renew their bond.

(PS: Sorry for being inactive for almost a year now. Life got in the way and I was busy finishing my Bachelor´s degree, and had to fight off depression. I´ll try to upload a bit more frequently. A huuuge thank you goes out to the followers who are still here. <3 )

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Yoshi Raven: Of course the ghost tried attacking him but it was over in a few seconds. Arthur watched them fuse back together, he heard their screams but he didn´t dare getting closer - he might end fused with Lewis and he wasn´t sure if that´d be healthy.

But when he was one person again and dropped on the floor, Arthur rushed to him and sat down next to him, a worried look on his face. He sensed that there was just one end to their connection and not two - the spell had worked.

He looked at Vivi, smiling happily. "Thank you so much, Viv. Thank you."

Arthur looked back at Lewis, gently touching the locket and sending some energy.

"... Lew? Can you hear me?"

Charlie McCarthey: Upon further inspection, Lewis' ghost form was breathing. After about 6 breaths or so, that slowed and stopped. After that, the anchor responded, pulsing orange wearily as if responding to Art's question.

"He's going to need rest after this, Arthur." Mystery commented softly, walking up to Lewis' other side and nudging his hand a little with his nose. Lewis grunted tiredly and rolled over onto his side, still lying on the ground.

Yeah...m'up.

Yoshi Raven: "I know, Mystery. I can see that." he mumbled and gently hugged Lewis.

"Welcome back, cotton candy. I missed you. Come on, you´ll go sleep now." Arthur whispered while helping him get up on his feet.

"Are you okay? How do you feel, Lew?" he asked, hugging him again. Yes, he had enjoyed having two of him but just one now was even better. Much, much better.

Charlie McCarthey: Lewis stood on shaky legs, shaking his skull until his fiery pomadour flickered back into shape.

"I'm okay... dizzy. A little confused."

"That's a common side effect, the book says." Vivi assured, and Lewis nodded absently, finally seeming to notice Arthur's skinny arms wrapped around him.

"Hey.... are you okay?" He asked, the events of the previous hour catching up to him. Lewis immediately started to look guilty.

Yoshi Raven: "... yeah, I guess. I´m glad you´re back together. Now, let´s move you in the bed, you need to rest. We can talk later."

Arthur gently pulled him to the bed and made him sit down, then walked back to Vivi and hugged her, not saying anything. He also petted Mystery´s head.

"Thanks, you two. I´ll make a nice breakfast tomorrow but I guess we all need some rest now."

Charlie McCarthey: "Of course, Artie." Vivi pecked him on the cheek, and did the same to the still exhausted looking ghost. Lew grunted sleepily, and leaned back on his palms.

"You don't sound okay." Lewis muttered as he shifted into his human guise. It was worth the power it took. He felt a little better when he looked... human.

"Art. I'm sorry. I didn't mean..."

Yoshi Raven: The mechanic got back to Lewis and before he could finish his apology, he just kissed him.

"I know, Lewis. I know." Arthur mumbled, sounding tired. He leaned against him, enjoying the warmth of his body. Yes, it was his Lewis for real.

"It wasn´t your fault. I was too selfish, we should´ve reversed the spell earlier. But... I liked having two of you. It was new and interesting but I risked everyone´s safety. I knew ghosts are possessive of the one they love but you still have your... let´s say human conscience that keeps you from doing bad things. Your ghost half didn´t have this anymore. So please, don´t blame yourself. I´m the one who should apologize."

Charlie McCarthey: "Artie, no. Hey, you're allowed to want things, buddy. You didn't know the ghost side would go downhill that badly and that fast, huh? No one could have been prepared for that." Lewis soothed, pulling Arthur into his arms.

"You weren't selfish, maybe poor judgement but we were sort of keeping you busy." He chuckled.

Yoshi Raven: That last statement made him blush slightly and he leaned against him.

"Let´s say all of us were idiots. We don´t need a discussion right now. I´m tired, and you need sleep too." Arthur grinned and poked Lewis, then moved out of his hug and lied down on the bed.

"Come on, I want my single heatpad back" he purred, patting on the matress next to him.

Charlie McCarthey: "Agreed." Lewis smiled, lying down next to Arthur. He folded himself carefully and curled an arm around the mechanic's waist.

"Your heating pad is right here." He assured, the anchor pulsed warmly.

Yoshi Raven: He moved as close as possible, snuggling against him.

"Don´t you dare getting up before I wake up. Got it?" he asked, putting the sheet over them and kissing Lewis again, grinning.

Charlie McCarthey: That was all the coaxing Lewis needed.

"I won't." He soothed, eyes crinkling in amusement as Arthur wiggled down under the sheets more.

He curled around Arthur's smaller body and it felt like he lost awareness the second his head hit the pillow. For a long, long time, Lewis body stayed 'off' and he simply focused on healing.

Yoshi Raven: Arthur was sleeping for a long time, too. Now that there was more room for him, he could finally move around in his sleep again without hitting against another body.

He woke up very slowly the next day, looking at Lewis. When he turned around, there was no one else, no second Lewis. Good. He looked back at Lewis and touched his cheek gently, caressing there. If he was still too tired, he wouldn´t wake up but if he was fine, well. Arthur let him choose and still showed some affection.

Charlie McCarthey: For once, Lewis was the late riser. He was pretty much out of it for a soild hour or so after Art woke up, and spent this time lying on his side, still and quiet and wrapped around Arthur. Eventually though, his body started forcing itself back to 'awake' mode, and the ghost's eyelids flickered. He buried his nose in the pillow and groaned, tightening his hold on what he presumed to be Arthur.

That took...more out of him than expected. He needed to get training with Mystery, and soon.

Yoshi Raven: He didn´t do much more and let him rest but as soon as Lewis started waking up, Arthur placed small kisses all over his face. "Hey... Lew, sleepyhead. Come on, get up. You can´t get all the rest you need at once ~ " he whispered but when there was no reaction, Arthur wiggled out of his hold and sat down on him. "I´ll stay here until you get me down, cotton candy."

Charlie McCarthey: Lewis pitched a snort over his shoulder and calmly raised an arm. His palm met Art's waist and with out a word he pushed him off his body and--gently, mind you--onto the mattress. And off Art toppled into a pillow limbs and pillows.

But Lew lifted his head to see this, grinning at his other half.

"Mighta worked if you weighed more, buddy." He suggested breezily as he rolled onto his back and stretched.

Yoshi Raven: "Eh, next time I´m gonna put the van in here and onto you" he giggled, "And yes, believe me I´ll make it work."

He shoved the pillows away and sat up, looking at him a bit worried.

"How do you feel? Better? Still tired? Any aftereffects of the spells?" Arthur asked, tousling his hair a bit. He wondered if the behaviour of the "evil" ghost half would affect him for some time - he hoped not, though.

Charlie McCarthey: "Well, a little bit of a headache. I think that's from the joining. Two minds and all, you know. But, no side effect, I don't think?" Lewis frowned, giving himself a mental once over. "Yeah, I think I'm alright." He smiled warmly to reassure Artie, pulling him over his lap to kiss him good morning.

"C'mon. Want breakfast?" Oh Lew. Still determined to take care of others first. Especially when it comes to food.

Yoshi Raven: Arthur sighed, glad that he wasn´t suffering more than a headache. This would fade away. But then he wasn´t thinking about his own health and he had to give Lewis a warning glare. "I do want breakfast but I´m gonna make it. You be a good ghost and sit in the kitchen without helping. Got it?"

He moved from his lap and to the door, waving at him to follow.

Charlie McCarthey: Lewis grumbled, but it was a lighthearted one. He got up and trotted after Arthur like a puppy, snapping his fingers for his deadbeats.

"Well at least let them give ya a hand." He said, the nest of purple bodies cooing and trilling as they swarmed their master, clearly relieved there were only one of him now. They had been confused of to obey, and had taken to hiding the past few days.

Yoshi Raven: "Of course I´ll let them help. I have missed these cuties." Arthur petted every Deadbeats head when he was surrounded by their tiny warm bodies. He entered the kitchen and gave them tasks to do while he started making pancakes. Of course he made sure Lewis was sitting on a chair and not secretly wandering and helping.

"By the way, I haven´t seen our 'cat' for a long time.... Gear? Come here boy!" he called, looking for the two coloured small ghost.

Charlie McCarthey: "I think he was hiding out with the rest of them--yep, here he comes."

Gear glanced at Lewis warily, but upon deciding this was in fact the one and only Lewis there was, chirruped and beelined for Arthur.

Lewis sighed. "I don't blame him for being skittish of me... my memories of a ghost aren't exactly friendly ones." He muttered guiltily.

Yoshi Raven: Arthur let Gear land on his shoulder and petted him gently.

"Well I don´t know what your ghost half did when he wasn´t close to me, but I can imagine. But as I said, it wasn´t your fault. A ghost that´s just focused on... owning someone would hate every creature that was disturbing him."

He started baking the pancakes and had to stop Gear from stealing the finished ones.

"You know... it wasn´t the possessive behaviour that scared me. It was that the ghost half wasn´t listening to what I wanted anymore. Well, and that he tried taking over against my will. I know that you would never do that, and that´s why I´m calm. I know I can trust you and I´m sure Gear and the others will notice you´re back to being nice." Arthur smiled at Lewis, giving Gear a smaller pancake.

Charlie McCarthey: Lewis was quiet for a while, watching his whole world stand there cooking and feeding bits of pancake to the orange deadbeat. It... really made him happy. So, so happy, to be a part of the world still and to be allowed to exist with Arthur. He reached out mentally, that strong magenta aura curling protective tendrils of power around the smaller, chipped orange one on the other end of the bond.

His gaze was warm and soft as he observed the two, and though ghosts can't cry, his eyes still looked watery.

"Yeah. Yeah, you can trust me Art." He stood, feeling the urge to close the distance so he could hug Arthur from behind and bury his face in the crook of Arthur's neck, nuzzling him basically.

"I promise. I'm yours." Saying I love you, while useful, meant less than this statement.

To a ghost, there was no better way to say you loved someone than by promising yourself--and all the power that came with you.

Yoshi Raven: Arthur sensed the warm, protecting blanket around his soul and it made him smile. This was what he was used to. A gently, warm soul on the other end of their connection.

"I´m yours too, Lewis."

He placed the finished pancakes on three plates and let the deadbeats move them on the table so he could hug the ghost. Arthur put his arms around him, face buried in his chest and staying like this. After all the wild nights, both of them needed a lot of hugs, kisses and affection.

Charlie McCarthey: Their relationship was built on so much more than just sex--even if the sex was damn good. This stuff--the hugging and kissing and just general cuddlin--was super important too, especially to the ghost who needed the stable connection to keep himself... human. Arthur kept him sane, kept him protective and needed.

He hugged his other half tight, giving a little laugh at the way Artie burrowed against him.

"Comfy, there?" He joked happily, rubbing Arthur's shoulder with a hand in an absentminded manner.

Yoshi Raven: "Yep. If I wasn´t hungry, I´d stay like this for the next few hours." he giggled and looked up at the tall ghost.

"Besides, the smell of the food will soon bring our two other dorks in here and we better get out of their way. I don´t need foot prints all over me."

Arthur slowly let go of him and sat down on his chair.

"Soo, what are we gonna do if there´s no mission for us? Do you have ideas or plans?" he asked while taking the first bite.

Charlie McCarthey: Lewis laughed at Art's comment about the chowhounds.

Sitting down at the table, he made sure Arthur got plenty of food for himself while Gear wiggled into Arthur's lap and looked cute for scraps.

"Hmm, if we don't have a case... you wanna go flying again?" He asked with a tiny grin, his amused look saying he knew what the answer was going to be.

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hereticpriest · 5 years ago

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Lost Stars Part 1

Post John Wick 3: Parabellum.

SPOILERS

@lvngdvns

“We can’t do this by ourselves.”

“I don’t intend on it.” The Bowery King stands tall despite his injuries, looking down on John Wick, the boogeyman, somehow still alive. Maybe it’s skill, or dumb luck, or perhaps he’s just too damn stubborn to die. Either way, he’s alive, and the Bowery King intends on making use of him in this fight for revenge. Him, and his connections.

“Aurelio gave this to me. She gave it to him at her father’s funeral. He gave it to me just before you went excommunicado. She designs weapons now. She left the business ages ago, but she stays in through a third party to keep selling her designs.”

The envelope he holds is old school, wax sealed, with words written on the front in bold, red script.

When John does something stupid, open me

John tenses, taking the envelope from him and carefully opening it. Inside is a piece of cardstock with an address written on it, a key with a number on it, and a pass to enter a storage facility. There is no personalized letter, no signature. To anyone else, it might even appear emotionless. However, John knows the truth. John could see that the action itself was the emotion. This was a woman with whom he had had a toxic relationship, and since he had left her, he had killed her brother and her father. After Viggo’s funeral, he received a letter stating her intention to avoid any sort of feud. Giving him condolences, expressing she's glad he got to experience Helen's love and hopes he appreciates how much of a gift that was, and saying she hopes he finds peace after this. The letter was without return address, or any evidence of where it came from.

There had always been a space in his heart that she had lived in, and that she would never leave. She was the first woman he ever felt for, though he hadn’t realized it was love until it was far too late. He hadn’t had a chance to go looking for her since he received the letter, and he wasn’t sure how welcome he would be if he did. But now? Her reaching out with this olive branch was a good sign at very least.

With her, this might even be possible.

Mischa Tarasov, the eldest of the Tarasov children, had always been everything her father wished. She was brilliant, with a keen mind for business, strategy and tactical defense. She was charming, a brilliant liar, and able to think on her feet. She spoke multiple languages, had been tutored in tactics since she was a child, and had been taught varying forms of self-defence since she was a toddler. Ballet, gymnastics and acrobatics had rounded out her training, giving her versatility and instilling an almost unhealthy work ethic in her. She was everything her brother wasn’t; driven, focused, able to lead or follow in any given situation. Mischa could take a punch, could endure torture, and could inflict it effectively. She was everything that Viggo wanted, and she had loved her brother with all of her heart despite his rampant stupidity and short-sightedness.

When she left the Russian mob, it was not because she didn’t love her family. She left the life because she wanted to be Mischa instead of Mischa Tarasov. That began with continuing her ballet training, leading her to find an apartment of her own. She got a roommate to help keep herself afloat, despite the money she had. She wanted to save it, in case of emergency. Which is how she met Mallory, and by extension, Duncan. Mallory was everything Mischa could have wanted from a roommate, and her boyfriend Duncan was just as amazing. Of course, that was after Mischa had a serious conversation with Duncan about knowing he was the Black Kaiser and how she knew how to kill him if he hurt Mallory. Mischa struggled with relationships, primarily because she didn’t want attachments, and because she didn’t trust easily.

Mallory frequently found herself concerned with Mischa’s stress level, and that led to her badgering her constantly. Which led to Duncan intervening on Mischa’s behalf. That led to Mallory and Duncan catching each other admiring Mischa’s ass as she bent to pick up some clothes from the floor in her room while wearing a sundress that barely covered her. After a frank conversation, Mal and Duncan agreed to approach Mischa separately before going together.

One night while Duncan was out of town, Mallory approached Mischa while she was bathing after ballet practice. She started easy, rubbing Mischa’s ankles and calves, then moving up to rub her shoulders. Mischa questioned it soon enough, and Mal assured her that Duncan was okay with this. Mischa leaned into her touch after that, dragging Mal into the bath with her without much more thought to it. Mal ended up taking the lead, and after fingering Mischa in the bath for a bit, the girls ended up in Mallory’s bed. Mal tugged Mischa into a top-and-tail position, giving her little chance to breathe before she began to work her open with her fingers.

It took a couple of days before Mallory was off overnight for work, and before she left, she stole a couple of kisses from Duncan and told him to have fun. Mischa overheard that from the kitchen and furrowed her brows, cracking open a beer. Just over an hour later, Duncan had Mischa lazily slumped against him while they watched a film, playing with her hair. He was hard from anticipation, and he didn’t see much point in dancing around the point, so he gently tilted her head back so she was looking at him.

“Ya hotela tebya ves’ den’.” Duncan murmured, watching Mischa’s pupils dilate and her lips part. (Translation: I’ve wanted you all day)

“Duncan… Mallory-“

“She knows. She wants it. Just like I wanted her to play with you.” Duncan promised, skimming his hands over her hips. When Mischa nodded, he lifted her easily, setting her on the kitchen table. Once her jeans were off, he pulled her underwear to the side and slipped on a condom, then began to slowly press into her. By the time Mallory returned the following morning, Mischa was blissed out in bed with bruises covering her hips and thighs while Duncan sleepily made breakfast. It became a thing after that. Odd as it may sound, Mischa became a part of their relationship. If Mallory or Duncan were gone, the other would usually turn to Mischa for affection. When they were together, Mischa was a bit of an outlet for both of them. All the while Mischa was able to get the affection and sex that she needed while never feeling trapped by the relationship.

Duncan told Mallory about his background, so Mischa came clean as well. Duncan helped Mischa get some contact with the underground again and assisted her with transporting her designs and retrieving payment. When Mallory decided to move in with Duncan, Mischa was sad to lose her roommate, but the pair invited her to live with them not long after. Their triad was comfortable, and there wasn’t much point in separating if they didn’t have a reason.

It continued like this for some time. Mallory and Duncan comforted her when John got married, though she absolutely refused to admit she cared. Mallory insisted she had stunted emotional growth, but Duncan would just remind her how Mischa grew up and it would once again become clear why. The day after the wedding, Mischa admitted she was happy for John, as he finally would get to experience a life on the outside. To love, and be loved, as he deserved. It hurt, but Mischa was used to pain and had enough distance from John to adjust quickly.

Learning of his wife’s death was difficult, and the events that followed regarding her brother and father made her want to lash out, but she wasn’t sure if she was more upset with John or her own family. In the end, she stayed out of it and simply waited until she got the call from Uncle Abram through Duncan to assist with the funerals. She was paid out her entire inheritance, as well as Iosef’s, and she put them in the bank, then gave Aurelio a letter at the funeral and went home. She didn’t leave her room for a week after the funerals, and once she came out, it was to go to an appointment for tattoos.

She had a collection of mob related tattoos, including 8-point stars just below her collarbones and an intricate cross on her ribs. Tarasov was tattooed on her shoulder blades in big letters, and she had a lioness rampant on her lower back on the left side. After her latest appointment, she returned with a tattoo of Iosef’s birthday on her wrist, Viggo’s name on the inside of her upper right arm, and two Xs behind her right ear. MS and DV had been tattooed behind her left ear for years, one of her only non-mob related tattoos. She also carried John’s initials carved into her inner thigh from when she had been his.

After getting her tattoos, Mischa readjusted to normal life in the healthiest way she could – by getting Duncan and Mallory to hurt her. Duncan taught Mallory how to use Mischa’s stiletto knife to cut lines into her hips that would heal with minimal to no scarring. He helped Mallory tie Mischa into intricate poses that strained her muscles even with her ballet training, and left her in them until she tapped out or he decided that any more would do serious damage. Usually the latter, considering the stubborn set of Mischa’s chin. Duncan fucked her hard enough to make every movement ache, and Mal helped force her to cum over and over again until she begged them to stop. Mallory practiced asphyxiation under Duncan’s watchful eye, and the two spent a day edging Mischa until she sobbed, broken and defeated. After five days of this with only the most basic aftercare allowed by the stubborn Russian woman, Mischa clutched the two of them to her and allowed them in. They showered her in love, each in their own unique ways, and things finally went back to normal.

They stayed good for a while, until Mischa’s phone dinged one day with an alert telling her that someone had just entered her emergency storage shed.

She lays behind Mallory, curled around her while she laid half on Duncan, watching the security cameras to catch a glimpse of John. The pang she felt when she saw him again showed on her face, clearly, because Mallory steals her phone to take a look. She sighs.

“You weren’t kidding, Misch. He’s handsome.”

Duncan chuckles, leaning over to look despite knowing full well what John Wick looks like. They watch as he searches through the storage shed, finding each hidden shelf and drawer like they were labelled for him. She supposed in a way they were, since he had shown her a lot of the techniques she had used. After finding the address she had left for him for their new home, he uses one of the bags she’d left to load up on weapons, ammo, body armour and gold coins, then grabs the bag of essentials she’d left under her desk and heads out.

“He won’t take long to get here.” Mischa informs them quietly, looking unsure of whether she was happy or sad about that, “I won’t drag you guys into this, I promise. I don’t know if I’ll see you again, but my will is under the floorboards in my room. It’s valid, but someone might try to change the contents, so I’ll leave you guys with the original copy.”

“Mischa, stop it.” Mallory insists, snuggling closer to her.

“No, Mal, I’m serious. There’s every chance I won’t come back. I’m going to try not to die, but I can’t promise I won’t.” Mischa looks up at Duncan, and he sighs softly, leaning over to kiss her passionately. It is a goodbye kiss, and Mischa loves him for giving that to her. Just in case.

Mallory notices the energy in the room, and after a moment of observing Duncan, she pins Mischa to the bed and kisses her hard. It is its own kind of goodbye kiss – the kind of kiss you give someone instead of saying ‘damn you for leaving’. Mischa presses her forehead against Mal’s once they part, just breathing her in and enjoying her last hours with them.

“Look after her, Duncan. If you guys have kids, you better name it after me.” Mischa teases, smiling at Duncan’s snort. She snuggles in between them, relishing in their affection while she still has it. Soaking it in like warmth on a cold night.

Neither of them ask if she really has to go. They know the answer.

#john wick #spoilers for parabellum #john wick/oc #john wick/original character #duncan vizla/oc #duncan vizla #polar #oc/duncan vizla/oc

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ninja-scenarios · 6 years ago

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Any headcanons for our favorite snake to celebrate his birthday? ;D Your choice!~

I´m a little late but of course I can´t say no to that!! This got out of hand again but I can´t help it, I love this bastard TT__TT

Orochimaru boyfriend headcanons + small scenario

Since I already did some for Otogakure Oro, these will take place before he left Konoha

- Will be 100% oblivious if someone is romantically interested in him. He´ll be able to spot sexual attraction, but other than that he just doesn´t care about other people. The constant aura of superiority doesn´t help with his seemingly untouchable nature

- will also despise anyone weak or a common citizen – yet as much as Orochimaru sneers at the thought, these factors alone won´t prevent him from potentially falling in love

- the majority of the village is already scared of Orochimaru. Since he was the student of the Hokage everyone knows him and the citizens have a hard time not believing the rumours or gossip. They still show respect though and Orochimaru thrives on it

- if the snake boi falls in love once, it will always be against his will. Orochimaru thinks feelings are weakening your strength and clouding your senses. It´s better not to love at all since death and break-ups are constant factors in life, so what is the point of a romantic relationship if his partner is going to part with him anyways one way or another?

- dates are a waste of time. If you want to get closer to him, you´ll have to go on missions together or offer to help him with some of the tasks he gets as a shinobi. Getting Orochimaru to take on help is a whole task in itself though, so it will be much more rewarding if you are the one seeking help. Again, having the great Sannin help you requires a very good opportunity. The best way of getting to know him is probably luck, or befriending Jiraiya and Tsunade

- once Orochimaru gets into a relationship, things won´t really change. Most of the time, no one will be able to tell that he has a partner since his focus lays unchangedly on his studies and goals. PDA is a big no-no. DA in general are a nuisance. The few days a month when he can be seen with his partner, the two will probably be eating together or take a stroll around town, but not holding hands or kissing

- it´s very embarrassing for Orochimaru to meet his teammates while he´s in company of his partner. Like hell he´s gonna admit that he has actual feelings. He already has a hard time calling Jiraiya and Tsuna his “friends”, so you can imagine that you will have to do the majority of the talking to avoid Orochimaru´s tight, short answers. Should Jiraiya hit on his partner he will SNAP

- it won´t come to a surprise that Orochimaru is not the most affectionate. While he is not opposed to one night stands, he has a hard time showing how much he cares about another person. Being in a relationship usually means compromising on both sides, and Orochimaru is definitely not willing to change anything about his life for someone else

- would never get into a relationship with someone who he only knew for a short time. Orochimaru doesn´t trust anyone but himself, so it will be hard to make him open up to you and admit his feelings. He could only do that with someone he knew for a longer time or grew close with. There´s no “I want to be together with you” or “I like you really much”. The official start of your relationship will probably slip by completely unnoticed or be initialized with a “You´re mine.” from Orochimaru´s side.

- you´ll probably feel more like his possession rather than his partner

- he won´t attend any events or family celebrations or something like that with you

- you´ll feel sad for a lot of the time, since he has no parents he can introduce you to and obviously doesn´t know real love. But god forbid you´re gonna talk to him about these things

- Orochimaru has a hard time with showing his feelings and whenever he does, you still won´t be 100% sure if it´s not a disguise. He often cradles your cheek and strokes your hair, but that´s about everything he´ll initiate. Orochimaru is like a cat, luring you in with his beauty yet not wanting to be touched most of the time. On many occasions he´s also in a bad mood due to some people not doing what they are supposed to, so when you use the few opportunities to hug and kiss him, Orochimaru will surprisingly let you.

- a lot of qickies. Orochimaru treats sex as a way to reduce stress and relax. It´s not often that he initiates lovemaking because of his own arousal, yet if he sees you with clear want in your eyes he´ll find himself unable to turn you down. Still, he won´t take much time for it and will want to rather quickly start working again right after. There´s no aftercare if you´re not hurt, since it´s also a waste of time

- still has some very good techniques when it comes to sex. I don´t think I have to mention that he can eat you out like a pro and has pretty good stamina. He´s also very flexible and holds a great amount of knowledge about the human body. Most likely he´ll try to get the both of you off asap since he doesn´t see the point in unnecessarily drawing out pleasure. Yet even if it doesn´t seem like it, he wants you to have a good time and get pleased

- there will also only be one or two times a month you can have the pleasure of a make-out session. There simply is no time. Yet very, very few times Orochimaru´s mask will actually split and he´ll cradle your head in his hands and kiss you like there´s no tomorrow

-Orochimaru is rough. Not only when he fights, but also with you. There are times when you can get hurt, for example during sex or during his rough kisses,and he won´t apologize. But he´ll take care of your wounds.

- only needs 3 to 4 hours of sleep. He´ll let you live with him yet don´t come up with the idea of touching any of his stuff. You´ll sleep alone for the most time, yet when you feel him slip into bed next to you he´ll allow his cover to slip just for the slightest bit in the dead of night and hold you tight

- even if it doesn´t seem like it, Orochimaru will have a bad time when he sees that you´re upset or sad because of something. He won´t always have time to listen to you or solve the problem, yet he´ll feel strangely empty when you´re not there and gaze up at him with your usual adoring look

- “I love you” is not in Orochimaru´s vocabulary

- imagine when you break down the news to your family and friends. Everyone will be SHOCKED. You melted the ice of the creepy snake person??? Probably a few people won´t even believe you, you can´t really be mad at them about it though

- once in a blue moon, when the little academy students are allowed to leave earlier and run through the streets, chattering and laughing, Orochimaru thinks about having children. He will only allow himself to think about the topic for a few seconds before brushing it off as the painful memory of his parents comes right to mind. But the question will last the whole day, always lingering in the back of his head

- he is still testing in which ways he can use his snakes as reliable spies, so be sure to always have a few of them around wherever you go

- he lives in a basement, since he has to keep the same temperature for the snakes and his lab is located underground, so you´ll spend the majority of your time together by trying to drag him out of there so he actually gets some sunlight

- on some days you also have to remind him to eat. Usually he can get kind of snarky (even more than usual) when hungry/hangry, so many times you find yourself preparing food

- the topic of food is also a big one. Orochimaru is not used to someone caring about him like this. He is an adult, he is self-sufficient and a mastermind, so he won´t admit that some things also slip through his grasp. So when you suddenly show up with prepared food, especially made for your partner when he never (or just for a short time) had a mother to cook for him, Orochimaru is sheer overwhelmed with the amount of affection. After he snapped out of it, he´ll behave as if you´ve done something unnecessary, because of course he was just about to eat something. But internally, he´ll be thankful and make sure to pay you a little of the affection back in some way. Maybe he´ll give you a kiss, maybe he´ll order one of his supporters to run an errand for you, but in some way you´ll know that he appreciated your gesture.

- is not picky with what to eat, as long as it´s healthy. After all food is only a way to gain strength, so things like flavours or decorations are unnecessary. Also, giving it overly much effort is a waste of time. However, if it tastes really well, Orochimaru will be thankful

- will probably put stuff for his researches (or if he has a job?) before you. Always. It´s a quite common thing with him and it already happened when you two were dating, so it´s not news. Still though, sometimes it makes you feel unappreciated and disappointed. Orochimaru won´t know how to deal with your sudden change of feelings, his beautiful golden eyes will stare into your own and try to figure out what exactly caused it. In these times you feel like one of his experiments. Eventually, Orochimaru will get off a little earlier than usual so that he´ll be able to spend some time with you

- doesn´t set great value upon birthdays. His own one is the worst, because it´s just a reminder that time is running out, that he spent another year trying to reach his goal and failed. It wouldn´t be wise to make a huge deal out of it and Orochimaru will probably also forget your birthday or anniversaries. Things like dates don´t have a meaning for him

- as soon as the word about your relationship spreads around the village, you´ll notice that people treat you differently. You´ll receive more respect and sometimes get the vibe that they´re scared of you. Also, I think the reputation of Orochimaru´s strength and potential rumours will nullify every other person´s attempt on hitting on you, so making Orochimaru jealous with anybody will unfortunately not work out!The whole thing is a change for you, there could also be people who could be hostile towards you now

-Orochimaru treats you kindly and uses his way of affection (cradling your cheek, gazing down at you with his beautiful eyes, as if he´d want to decoy you) whenever you are around, even though he hasn´t much time to give. Whenever you knock on his door you´ll hear a gentle “Come in, my dear.” And wonder everytime how he knew it was you

- when you´re both alone, Orochimaru will sometimes even kiss you and ask you to sit on his lap. It feels so good to spend time with him and hold his hand.

- honestly, Orochimaru will persuade himself of not actually being in love with you. No, he´s only using you for cover, for your body… but when you smile at him, he can´t deny that it´s pulling at the place where his heart is supposed to be

- total surveillance. There will be times when you have done something he forbid, the next time you see him and he looks into your eyes you can see that he knows. It´s scary and you´ll feel totally caged and helpless

- should Orochimaru ever run into your family, don´t expect him to go with “I love you, so I love your family as well”. Absolutely not

- tbh Orochimaru is not able to commit to a relationship. Someone first has to show him what love is

~~~ somewhere in Konoha:

You were surprised to find Orochimaru´s office empty for once. Usually his closest supporter was around and of course a handful of snakes, but not this time. You beamed with the opportunity of getting a little time together with the Sannin. Orochimaru noticed you coming in, turning away from a bookshelf to smile upon you.

“Goodmorning, my dear.” His gentle words warmed your heart and soon you were in his arms, laying your head upon his chest where you felt his low chuckle vibrate. Nimble, elegant fingers combed through your hair while Orochimaru let his gaze drift over your form. You told him about your day at the academy, about how the little girl from your team said she was happy to have you as her Sensei. For a small second, the snake´s eyes shone with pride and he nodded approvingly. “I knew you worried over nothing, dear. You´re an excellent teacher.”

Even though it were probably only a few minutes, you soaked up his attention hungrily like a sponge, wrapping your arms around him and claiming your partner as you sat down in his armchair. Orochimaru´s golden eyes locked with yours and narrowed kindly in a smile. Next thing you shared a sweet kiss, huddled up to one another behind closed doors.

Even though moments like this were rare you treasured them like gold, willing to wait for them if you must.

#orochimaru #oro #orochimaru x reader #orochimaru headcanon #orochimaru scenario #orochimaru imagine #orochimaru x oc #orochimaru fanfiction #orochimaru x reader fanfiction #naruto imagines #anime imagines

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lookbluesoup · 6 years ago

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OC Interview Meme

Tagged by @tarberrymentats and @wastelandwandererstuff B)

SORRY IT TOOK ME A WHILE TO GET TO THIS GUYS spring break kept me busy xD But I AM BACK NOW AND READY TO ANSWER THESE TAGS THANK U ALL <33 It’s been a blast getting to read about everyone’s Fallout characters ;w; I’m trying to get braver about leaving comments/reblogs but in the meantime just know I SEE YOUR AWESOME CHARACTERS and I APPRECIATE THEM.

This was actually a challenge answering from Nate’s POV xD There’s stuff that I KNOW ABOUT HIM AND WANT TO SHARE but he wouldn’t volunteer or he wouldn’t view the same way so… take it for what it is! And feel free to ask questions! ;w;

It is long. Long long long. Not sorry. 16, 19, 28, and 33 are my favorites c;

1. What is your name?

Oh. Wow. We’re starting this interview off with some tough ones, hunh? Uhh… hm. My name. My name… Let me think. (overly dramatic pause) Nathaniel Christian Ronan? Yeah. That sounds right.

2. Do you know why are you named that?

I was told my name means “God has given,” because my parents didn’t actually think they’d be able to have a second kid. That and Pops was an army chaplain - wanted me to have a name reflecting the faith. He was very literal in his approach. Ronan is an Irish surname, which seemed a lot more important 200 years ago than it does today. It means… uh, oh, shoot, I used to know… Don’t worry, it’ll come to me.

3. Are you single or taken?

(chuckles) Sorry folks, my roving days are over. Got a nosy reporter waiting for me back in Diamond City... whatever time I’ve got left I’m giving it to her.

4. Have any abilities or powers?

Powers? What, like, superpowers? That’d be awesome but, hah, no. Though I’ve been told my ability to talk myself out of trouble is uncanny. My martinis were legendary, and still would be if I find the ingredients for them in this apocalyptic wasteland. Friends say I’ve got a good ear for music… Oh, and ventriloquism. That’s always fun.

5. Stop being a Mary Sue.

I know you are but what am I?

6. What’s your eye color?

Blue, like my grandmother. (blinks dramatically several times for emphasis)

7. How about your hair color?

Coal back. (runs a hand through it almost nervously) And holding up better than the rest of me, considering the complete lack of well-deserved grey hair.

8. Have any family members?

I have a son, Shaun. Piper gave me roots, and Nat’s pretty much my little sister, too, at this point. The Railroad’s been more family to me than most of my own blood ever was.

9. Oh? How about pets?

Legs Washington, an orphaned radstag I brought to the Castle. He’s a bit of a mascot for the men, follows Shaun everywhere. Yeah, it’s adorable.

10. That’s cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don’t like?

You guess? Look, after this interview, I’m taking you to the Castle to meet them yourself. Your life will be changed. There’s plenty to dislike about the Commonwealth, enough to go mad over. It’s not exactly the charming old homestead of days gone by. But we’re making it better one day at a time.

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?

Hah! “Duck and Cover” is a big one. Got me suspended from Railroad HQ once, though. I still say that was Deacon’s fault. I like long walks through the woods, playing baseball with Shaun, and a General’s work is never done but it does bring fulfillment. I like all those activities infinitely better when Piper’s around. Is that mushy? God, that sounds mushy. (smiles shamelessly)

12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before?

Yeah. Some deserved it… some I’m still trying to make up for.

13. Ever… killed anyone before?

(stops smiling) Yeah. I have. You want a kill count? Six-word soundbites about all the blood and screams and the way men look when they realize they’re about to die? It’s not a fun fact. It’s not fun. Next question.

14. Name your worst habits?

I’m afraid that information’s classified. I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you. OH! LITTLE SEAL. That’s what Ronan means! Yeah, you know, like, selkie babies.

15. Are you gay, straight or bisexual?

Aha… seriously? I’m Pipersexual, end of story. Unless you count the undying affection between my best mate Deacon, and me, which I’ve been told occasionally inspires jealousy. Honestly, I never gave putting a name to my romantic inclinations much thought. It’s always been women, but maybe I just never met the right man.

16. Do you look up to anyone at all?

Piper, for sure. She’s - the way she sees the world? It gives me hope. She’s brave, brave enough to fight for what she believes in. No matter how bad it gets she always finds a light to hold onto, somehow, and keep going. And she’s genuine. I didn’t know what courage really was until I met her. Scribbles’ friendship is… a hell of a lot more than I deserve. I wouldn’t be the same without it. And, God, she’s funny. Sweet, and - a-ha, hm… we’d be here all day if I tried to list all the reasons why I love her.

I also have immense respect for Nick Valentine. He’s a good guy. Without ‘im, I might still be chasing my tail out in the woods somewhere. Or worse. Nick was a friend to me when I needed it most, put everything on the line to help me find my son - didn’t even hesitate. I’ll never be able to repay him for that.

17. What kind of animal are you?

One of a kind. (winks)

18. Do you go to school?

The Commonwealth has a way of schooling everyone, doesn’t it? I’m a bit too old for arithmetic and hall passes, but I never stop learning, if that’s what you mean.

19. Ever want to marry and have kids one day?

I’-ve… been down that road before. (breaks eye contact abruptly) Times were uncertain enough when Shaun was born. Now? Scribbles and I roll the dice every day of our lives. Asking her to marry me – starting over – was the scariest thing I’ve ever done. A baby would be, uh, a really big change. (smiles briefly, uncertain) Maybe if – no, I don’t know. Piper’s never shown any desire for something like that. If she did – even if she did... (sighs) I – look. Let’s just move on, okay?

20. Do you have any fangirls/fanboys?

Oh yeah, I have an ensemble of groupies that follow me around the wasteland with a pack brahmin and an eyebot.They pitch my tent for me and cook all my meals. I pay for services with my autograph instead of caps. (rolls eyes, but keeps a smile)

21. What are you most afraid of?

Losing someone I love. I know we don’t get any guarantees out here in the wasteland, but… loss never gets any easier. It makes it hard to open up, y’know? I spent a long time keeping folks who cared about me at arm’s length, and some days it’s still a challenge.

22. What do you usually wear?

What you see is what you get! Derbys, slacks, a shirt as white as I can get it in these conditions, and a black vest, because that never goes out of style. My favorite hat is - take a look at this. It’s a bicorne. Has anyone worn that since the French Revolution? It’s great. I love it. Piper doesn’t.

23. What’s one food that tempts you?

You know what I miss? Chocolate. I’d kill for chocolate. … kidding.

24. Am I annoying to you?

Hah! I married a journalist. This is just another Tuesday.

25. Well, it’s still not over!

Look, if I’m not back by seven…

26. What class are you (low/middle/high)?

I mean… it’s not like anyone’s ‘wealth’ compares to what it was like before the war. I’m not living off charred molerat, but I certainly won’t be moving into the Upper Stands anytime soon. Most of what I have, I made myself.

27. How many friends do you have?

More than I deserve. Piper and Deacon are probably my two best friends though. Nick, Preston, and Kent oughta be mentioned, too.

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

You mean those damn perfectly preserved slices stuck in the Port-A-Diners? God, I’ve tried everything. I spent an entire afternoon trying to break in. What is the glass even made of? I couldn’t put a scratch on it. You have to just keep pushing the button. Over and over. I’m convinced it’s all some Vault-Tec conspiracy. There is no pie. The pie is a lie. Piper says she managed it once, but I don’t believe her.

29. Favorite drink?

Nuka cherry! No question.

30. What’s your favorite place?

There’s a spot up at the top of Diamond City. I mean the top top, even higher than the Stands. Clear night with a full moon? You can see for miles. Can’t be beat.

31. Are you interested in anyone?

You’ve - been listening, right? Aha, was I unclear about being madly in love?

32. That was a stupid question…

You’d be surprised how often it gets asked. (chuckles)

33. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?

Lake. Definitely. I’m marginally less likely to get eaten there. That being said, I was up in Maine once, went out to pick lure weed. You know, those radioactive yellow flowers that grow in muddy ponds? Bad idea.Terrible idea. Maine is a terrible place and I will not be building a summer home there e-ver.

34. What’s your type?

Kickass reporters with the brightest hazel eyes you’ve ever seen, hair like Aphrodite, and a smile to make you melt.

35. Any fetishes?

Look, you’re very nice. Really. And I appreciate the interest, but ah, this isn’t any of your business. Only one person gets to ask me about those and - you aren’t her.

36. Camping or outdoors?

Camping? Oh man, those were the days. An RV trip would be the bomb. It’s not much of an option these days. But I’m used to sleeping rough, and I gotta admit, it has its charm.

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rosalind-of-arden · 5 years ago

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Smoke and Iron Reread chapter 35-End

Here we are at the end of the book. Looking for Morgan, Wolfe, and Santi as usual.

Thomas!!! It’s so nice to see his way of thinking here.

Chemical glows require power supplies, and those power supplies will also work for the Ray of Apollo. Interesting. What kind of power? Not electrical, since that got sent to the Black Archives. Quintessence?

Wolfe is watching Thomas while the Spanish ambassador and troops freak out over the power supplies. Wonder how long he’s been keeping an eye on him. Just since the power went out? Or longer?

Like Wolfe and Santi, Thomas needs to be doing something to keep the trauma from overwhelming him. As soon as he has no more work to do, he cracks.

An addition to thoughts about scents that we’ve bounced around: Khalila is now wearing jasmine perfume, which Thomas recognizes. That gives us two scents for her, doesn’t it? Cinnamon and jasmine. Do those go together, or does she pick different ones depending on her mood and/or what’s available?

Wolfe told Thomas that talking about Rome would help. Wolfe has not talked much about Rome himself. Wolfe knows what’s good for him, but hasn’t been able to do it. And here’s Thomas, too, having a hard time talking. Rome was that devastating that neither of them has processed it enough to put it into words yet.

I was surprised by Wolfe’s reluctance to use the Ray of Apollo the first time I read this, but after looking more closely at the scene in Brightwell castle where they test them in Ash and Quill, this fits. So much of Wolfe’s supposed ruthlessness is a front. At heart, he is uncomfortable with violence, especially on the scale of these new weapons.

But some of this is also just Wolfe’s communication style clashing with Thomas’s. Wolfe is deflecting his discomfort with sarcasm, which Thomas finds upsetting. Thomas argues back with appeals to their shared trauma, which Wolfe finds upsetting. Both are so focused on protecting themselves that they don’t realize how much they’re hurting each other.

To follow the flow of conversation, we have Wolfe first expressing wonder at Thomas’s engineering skill, and Thomas being at once humble and vulnerable by explaining that he needed to keep busy. Thomas is probably looking for an expression of support here. But that hits too close to home for Wolfe, who can’t handle the combined vulnerability of being nice and being reminded of his own trauma. So Wolfe tries to laugh it off. Even to Thomas that laugh sounds bleak. And then Wolfe snarks, because that’s what Wolfe does when he feels too vulnerable. But Thomas takes it as an attack. I don’t think Thomas comes from a background of using insults as humor: look at his reaction to Callum Brightwell putting Jess down in a way that Jess pretty much brushed off. It’s also hitting one of Thomas’s insecurities, which Wolfe might not even realize. Thomas is uneasy with the fact that after Rome, he’s built nothing but weapons, in contrast to the peaceful things he built before. And Thomas fights back against this perceived attack with repeated reminders of Wolfe’s trauma, which does nothing to help Wolfe feel less vulnerable. That silent glare at the end? I think that might just be Wolfe realizing that they’re triggering each other and finding a way to back down.

Santi is scoping out the opposing forces and analyzing the tactical situation. He’s calmer than he was before. Having things to do helps. Having a whole night with Wolfe probably helped too.

Zara tries to appeal to Santi’s sense of strategy, but it’s not working. He’s already committed, and he and Wolfe have already accepted their likely deaths. Santi is more comfortable with trying and losing than with not trying. But I don’t think Zara could succeed in convincing Santi any other way. Her loyalties might be conflicted, but his aren’t. The low odds of victory are all she has.

Santi has fully adopted the kids now: losing Dario hurts more than any of the other apparent failures of their plans.

Santi has really grown to like Dario: “as unlikable as Dario had been at times, he’d changed. He’d become something better.” Somewhere in the weeks he’s spent working with Dario since the betrayal, Santi has seen something in him that he respects. @thegreatlibraryfangirl, have fun with this little hint at Santi/Dario possibilities.

“It’s a dragon. It breathes Greek fire.” Credit where credit is due. Zara is a terrible backstabbing traitor, but this is a good line.

“Wolfe looked up, and Santi found himself smiling. No, grinning. He saw the matching, vulpine expression on his lover’s face.” I’ve said this before, but really, Santi has never been more turned on in his life. And Wolfe knows it. Santi: OMG you killed me a dragon, I love you! Wolfe: Why, yes, I did. I expect to be rewarded with sex.

And this is the moment that Zara picks to try to talk Santi out of siding with Wolfe. Very bad timing, Zara.

I think this might be an honest statement of Zara’s feelings here. As we’ve discussed in threads that are impossible to find on this hellsite, Zara probably doesn’t know exactly what Wolfe went through. She’s just seen how it’s affected Santi: “I’ve watched you drag yourself through hell for him.” Of course, even without that, she dislikes Wolfe and doesn’t consider him worth risking death over.

Zara also appeals to the oaths Santi has taken. To Santi, the Library already betrayed him, so it’s not a betrayal to go against those oaths now. But Zara has no reason to feel the same. This is also the last appeal she can think of to make: if he isn’t convinced by the risk or by the idea that Wolfe isn’t someone worth fighting for, maybe an appeal to his sense of honor might work.

Santi gives Zara a chance to change her mind. He is either very confident that she cares too much about him to shoot, or he cares so much about her that he’s willing to let her shoot him. Maybe some of both.

Just in case Santi’s devotion to Wolfe wasn’t really, really clear: “I would go to the lowest depths of hell for him.”

Here’s another part that could read more than one way: “It would be unkind of him to lie to her. He would never choose her over Wolfe. Best she understand that now, at the end of all this.” Santi and Zara might have a purely platonic friendship that is strong enough that she could reasonably expect he would choose that friendship over his relationship with Wolfe. Santi and Zara could have a platonic friendship with Zara hoping it might turn romantic. Maybe there was a romantic or sexual relationship between Santi and Zara, and she hoped to become his primary partner instead of Wolfe. Regardless, this is an ending for Santi and Zara. She forces a choice between her and Wolfe, and there’s only one way that can go.

A rare public display of affection for Wolfe and Santi. Hugs! They’re getting more comfortable with showing affection in front of the kids.

“Santi pulled his lover close, and in this quiet moment before everything began, and ended, he was happier than he’d been in years.” This could be about Zara: the tension between her and Wolfe might have been weighing on Santi a lot. But it’s more than that, I think. Ever since Wolfe disappeared, Santi has been pulled in different directions by conflicting loyalties. There was his company, the Library, and Wolfe, and they weren’t all on the same side anymore. With Zara’s departure, Santi has severed the last tie that held him back from committing to a single side, and he feels much better that way. He, Wolfe, and his company are all working to reform the Library.

Santi’s company, or at least the portion of it joining in on the rebellion, is 500 soldiers. There are 500 Elites. Santi mentioned seeing multiple Elite companies, so those must be smaller than regular High Garda companies.

They have 5 troop carriers, and Glain says those can hold 50 if they crowd people in, so 10 to a carrier.

Now that Santi doesn’t have the Library pushing him to violate his ethical principles, here he is insisting on them in his first orders as rebel commander. Protect civilians, minimize killing.

Santi is perfectly happy to negotiate a temporary truce with the smugglers. Again, avoiding violence where possible and focusing on the goal.

There is a second dragon automaton almost complete in the workshop.

Morgan is gasping for breath and struggling to walk. How much of this is just the drug’s effects, how much is from her fighting it to access her power?

Morgan had a little bird automaton from Thomas to comfort her the first time she was trapped in the Iron Tower. Now the Archivist is attacking with birds. Maybe not deliberate, but still, ouch.

But then Morgan takes a bird back. Reclaiming the symbol and killing Gregory with it.

Also on a thematic note, here’s a case of lack of imagination being a villain’s downfall. One of the things that separates our heroes from the villains is imagination, and now we’re seeing imagination prevail.

The drug was somehow ties to Gregory himself. He goes down, Morgan gets her power back. But then she immediately overuses it and feels the paths inside her “scorch in painful streaks.” She’s at risk of corrupting herself again.

Morgan feels love for Jess, and is confident in that love. It’s a very powerful feeling, inspired by his insistence on protecting her. Of course, they’re all also about to die. Kids, kids, please consider the effect of adrenaline on your emotions. All of you.

It’s not explained, but why do I suspect that it was Annis who talked Eskander into joining the battle? She’s right there with Eskander.

Working together, the Obscurists can wield a lot of power. But what about the risks? Is the danger of corruption balanced across the group? Are some more at risk than others?

Santi’s soldiers have the Archivist and Curia trapped. The Archivist gets away with Zara. Who else escapes with him? Jess isn’t paying attention.

So Zara’s face was dark in Paper and Fire. Now it’s pale. The green eyes stay consistent, at least.

Santi is very upset by Zara’s reappearance and rescue of the Archivist. He’s “sickly pallid.”

Wolfe calls Jess “son” and tries to comfort him. Dad Wolfe!!!

Santi, Anit, and Morgan are also there with Jess. He still feels alone. In particular, he doesn’t feel that Morgan’s presence is comforting, even though she is being her usual affectionate and caring self. Brendan is too big of a loss.

Annis can write scripts to amplify voices. It’s Eskander who activates it, though. A lot of collaboration between Annis and Eskander here.

As soon as he gets a chance, Eskander goes looking for his long-lost son. I wish we got to see this reunion between them more closely.

Santi encourages Khalila to consider leadership as a career path. Nudging her toward becoming Archivist in the future, if not right away.

Battle injuries: Thomas has a broken leg. Wolfe’s arm is injured, but not badly enough to keep him from taking Brendan’s body. Dario was beaten badly enough that he couldn’t walk. Santi has unspecified wounds in need of Medica treatment. Everyone has some cuts and scrapes and such.

This letter says the old Archivist has one-third of the High Garda on his side. Within Alexandria or outside? They weren’t there for the battle in the arena.

#The Great Library #smoke and iron reread #smoke and iron spoilers

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cassinixii · 5 years ago

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Title: WoM: the Warlock --- completed audition Published: May 13, 2017 | 12:15am Description:

Apologies for the long wait, I don't really have a good excuse. I was busy with stuff, but still, a month is a really long time, and I am truly sorry! ___________________________ World of Monsters || OC Profile

Name: Telperion

Username: @/cassinixii

OC Name: Kazimir Auberon (Born Cenric of Aiwendil)

Age: A lot (or for a less snarky answer, approximately 1443 years old. He looks mid to late 30's though, the magic of... uhh, magic)

Creature: The Warlock

Faceclaim: Dan Stevens

Side: Hidden, and he'll be going to extreme lengths to remain that way.

Why did you pick this side?: Well, since he killed the Professor, it's bit of a no choice matter. However, he's been alive for a very long time, he knows how exposure goes, humans panic and try to kill everyone, and end up killing even their own kind out of fear and hatred, and that was only with burnings at the stake, also drowning and confessions coerced through truly inventive torture, they now have weapons of mass destruction. He's not going to take any chances with those murder-happy freaks.

Occupation: reclusive billionaire, warlock (though there isn't aexactly any pay in the latter)

Personality: His personality is a bit complicated, people evolve and change over time, but unlike our 80ish years, or the 30ish years for when Kaz was originally born, he's had well over a thousand years of change and evolution. There are a couple things left from back then, but not many. He was once very idealistic and pure, optimistic, even naÃ¯ve, but he's hardened since. He has retained his trait of openly speaking out against injustice, though he sighs a lot now and doesn't spend as much time monologuing or explaining why someone is wrong. He's dry, sarcastic, and reserved, prefers not to interact with people, and when he does he tends to rub them the wrong away. However, he does have a few friends, whom he regularly insults, but would go burn the world if required to protect them. He also likes to call people by the wrong name when they start getting too chummy, to let them know he doesn't really care about them (Ron Swanson is his spirit animal). He has ages of wisdom, and originally tried to impart it on others, specifically those in power, but eventually gave up after watching humans repeat their destructive behaviour over and over again. Despite his overall distrust, dislike, and hatred of others, Kaz is firmly committed to maintaining the balance of the universe, and will both kill and save lives to maintain it, regardless of his personal feelings on a person.

Likes: - mocumentary comedy shows (always watching them on netflix) - Netflix - dark/psychological horror anime (such as hell girl) - meat (loves steak and sausages) - lycoris flowers - Leo Tolstoy - Tolkien

Dislikes: - fake meat - slow internet connections - arrogant people - plotholes - soy anything and everything - unsatisfactory endings (such as parasyte's!) - when movies and shows get the books wrong

Talents/Skills: Could it be magic now, now, now and hold on fast. Could this be the magic at last (yes, that is a Take That song from 1992. No I was not born, but Kaz was, so there.) Kaz was born with a natural inclination towards magic, and from birth could manipulate many things by simply thinking it, accidentally causing many a objects to move and a few fires here and there. He was also able to learn new spells and rituals at an incredibly fast rate, managing powerful spells within in first few tries. However, despite his vast knowledge and abilities, Kaz tends to rely upon his natural abilities of a telekinetic, and he can instinctively also affect the speed of a moving object, though it's temperature takes more active thought. He can also physical manifest his telekinetic abilities to send blasts of energy without uttering an incantation. His emotions affect the strength of the blast, ranging from mild incapacitation to fatal, though some of the milder blasts can end in mortal wounds if the attacked hits a wall or some other similar event, and he's developed control of them over the centuries, usually sending a blast of a strength he's determined, but it's possible to emotionally rile him and undermine his control.

Kaz also has telepathetic abilities, able to contact and even mentally, not control, but persuade others into doing behaviours he desires, though someone with a strong will or psychic protections may be able to resist him. He is also able to read anothers thoughts without them ever realizing he was there. He can also sense the presence of the supernatural, whether it be an object, person, or spirit, this ability also helps him easily tap into the natural magical energy all around us. Of the elements, he is in most atune with wind, and uses it almost as often as his telekinetic abilities. He also has a fondness for calling down lightning to strike an enemy. In moments of heightened emotional tension, he can instinctively use powerful spells, which in usual circumstances would require verbal or mental incantations. He is also skilled in defensive magic, capable of forming a mystical shield strong enough to hold against dragonfire.

He also seems to be imortal, or at least has extremely long longevity, and has perpetual youth, he's actually quite interested to compare his genome or dna or whatever (it confuses him a bit to be honest) from now to a century or two later, which he thinks may give him new insight into himself and his weaknesses. Kaz also possesses a considerable amount of natural resilience against magic, once surviving the force of his fatal blast when it was reversed unto him. He is quick to his feet regardless of what ancient and powerful creature may have attacked, though there exceptions, and the more powerful the creature, the longer for him to recover.

Additionally, having participated in a couple wars over the centuries, he's quite handy with swords and guns, though he struggles with more modern weapons, the last time he took part in battle having been 1815. But, of course, magical combat is where is his true skill with battle lies. Lastly, having lived for centuries, he's fluent in a great number of languages such as English, Russian, Japanese, Norwegian, and many others. Influence of the ages isn't noticeable when he speaks, but when he writes he tends to use old letters or ways of writing.

Weakness: He's not completely immortal, he's just got an extremely long lifespan, and even he is unsure of when it'll end. Against most creatures, he could survive their attacks with no effort on his part, but the more powerful a being, the more he'd have to actively defend himself. The most sure fire to kill him is a weapon capable of slaying the undead (not zombies, but things like wraiths), or other weapons of a similar or more powerful nature, plunge such a thing into his heart and he'll probably die. He's not entirely sure, he hasn't exactly tried, but it's his best guess.

Hobbies: - Netflix and chilling on his own - reading, especially from and about the sengoku period - countdown (hey, he's super old and generally at home, he's the target demographic)

Family: He's had quite a few, he's been around for a long time and has fallen in love and out. But it's been a long time and most of them died, well, the mortals. As for his parents and siblings, they died a long time ago, some lived longer than most, being magical like him, but none seem to have had the same longevity as him. He had many brothers and sisters, around 13 of them, it was the Anglo-Saxon days, everyone had about a million kids, but he was closet to his triplet siblings, Ilse and Rommel, Ilse was the fraternal sibling, however, of the 3, only Kaz had his level of ability. Isle and Rommel had mild elemental manipulation abilities as well as some telepathy, but could not influence the minds of others, only listen and speak. He's been married or had the ancient equivalent of civil unions (aka, just roommates) a few times, as well as a number of children, most whom he and his then spouse adopted, but he's provided the DNA for 3; his most memorable children (which is a cruel thing to say, but whatever), were his daughter Charlotte, who died in France in 1720, and his son Shiro (later Shiroyasu Date), who died some point after 1780, but before 1803. Shiro was also his youngest and final child.

Bio: Kazimir, or Kaz, was born in, and for the majority of his life remained in what is now Great Britain and Ireland, so he's not being a pretentious dolt when says he's an Anglo-Saxon, he's being literal. Anyway, he was born in 574 in the small village of Aiwendil in the Kingdom of Mercia (present day English Midlands). He was given the name Cenric by his parents, and from birth he displayed great power. As young as infancy he would move toys with his mind, shatter objects when enraged, sets fires accidentally. At 11, he burnt down an abbey, by accident of course, but he was labelled as a devil child, as well as by his mother, however, he was also considered blessed by those who despised the invading christian faith. He, himself, disliked both schools of thought and began completely isolating himself with the exception of two of his siblings (Ilse and Rommel) and occasionally his father. At 15, Cenric, Ilse, and Rommel left their small village, wandering around and working where they could, before making their way to Tamworth, where they made the accquaintence of Ã†scferÃ° (pronounced ash-furth) of Deira, an advisor to King Creoda of Mercia, and a powerful Warlock himself. Ã†scferÃ° taught Cenric and his siblings many things, though he mostly spent time with Cenric. When Ã†scferÃ° switched allegiance from the House of Icel to Edwin, King of Deira, and the lord of Ã†scferÃ°'s home, Cenric and Ilse went with him, though Rommel remained with Penda, King of Merica by then. They later faced each other in battle (the Battle of Hatfield), resulting in the death of Ã†scferÃ° (also Edwin), from which point all three siblings went their seperate ways. Rommel remained with Penda until his death, becoming a skilled general in his army, Ilse followed Cadwallon of Gwynedd for a time, becoming his mistress for a time until his death, after which she disappeared with some druids, as for Cenric, he went back north to the lands of Northumbria, determined to dethrone the king (Penda) whose battle cost him his dearest friend and mentor. He eventually succeeded with Oswiu, King of Bernicia (a sub-kingdom in Northumbria) in the Battle of Winwaed, which temporarily took away Merican dominance, but a lasting and unintentional effect on Cenric's part was the demise of Anglo-Saxon pagamism, and conversion of Mercia.

However, by this point, Cenric had also become aware of his longetivity, at nearly 80 years old, he looked exactly as he had over 4 and a half decades ago. Once Penda was defeated, he finally visited his twin brother's grave in Merica, before leaving English land for the first time. He spent some centuries in Scandinavia, he went to Kvenland, meeting and befriending Ottar fra HÃ¥logaland, and eventually falling in with some Vikings who were active around Norway. He later fell in love with a female Viking, ÃsdÃ��s, and the two peacefully settled in Svalbard for a while.

During the mid to late 1500's, he lived in Russia, serving as an advisor to Ivan IV, though he left in 1581 after the Tsar killed Kaz's friend, and Ivan IV's son, Tsarevich Ivan Ivanovich. This was the first time he used the name Kazimir, though he returned to England after his friends death, taking Ivan's name, and remained in his home country until after the English civil war. Once Charles II was coronated, he moved to France for a time, he lived at the court of Versailles under the Sun King and later travelled around the country as a Catholic monk, before settling down in Marseille for a bit with his then lover (a regular human), Richard Bordeaux, and their daughter Charlotte. However, Richard and Charlotte both died of the bubonic plague in 1720, after which he left France and has not returned since. After their deaths, he went back to Russia. There he worked as a farmer for a while before befriending Peter the Great, and more significantly, his second wife, Catherine the Great. During her sole reign, under the name Kazimir Ivanovich, he served as her advisor, he left Russia again after her death. He then travelled to Japan, and trained and studied at Shinto and Buddist temples for a while, before befriending his traditional clique of Royals and nobles, namely Yoshimune Tokugawa, and served as a tutor and guardian to his son, Munetake Tokugawa. In Japan, he went by the name Arthur Hanover, though was called various nicknames with the word "foreigner". By the early 1800's, however, Kaz had returned to Europe, participating in the battle of Waterloo in 1815 before returning to England. During the 19th, and much of the 20th century, Kaz became more selfish and isolated. Instead of participating with politics or the now hidden world of magic, he took an interest in inventions and the world of tomorrow, investing heavily in things like locomotives and IBM, and earning a ton of wealth for his "family" (or rather himself). In 1842 he was bestowed with a hereditary earldom (the title being the Earl Wulfar), which his family (or actually he) hold to the day. With his new title and wealth, Kaz settled in the English countryside, slowly buying up the lands that once encompassed his Mercian Village.

Throughout the ages, seeing magic and magical beings being percecuted over and over, being used as weapons, or coercing magical beings into fighting each other, he became conviced that it must remain hidden and in the shadows. It was under Queen Victoria that he began actively taking steps to ensure magic remains hidden and maintaining a certain balance in the universe. It also became his only political and unselfish activity post 1815. It is for this purpose that he keeps track of nosy muggles (he loves that word) and kill them when they get too close, including the late Proffesor Credence.

Extra: - huge meat eater - possibly addicted to netflix - has too many dvds - There's quite a bit of inspiration from BBC's Merlin, particularly in regards to his magic, and honestly, making this character made me realize how much I miss that show. Time for a marathon rewatch. - As his title is a hereditary peerage, Kaz and his descendants are technically eligible to be members of the house of lords, but have never put their (his) name forth to be considered for a seat in the in house election process. - he is a pagan, mostly, and tends to refer to it as "the old religion", however, his "faith" is heavily influenced by Shinto and Buddhism as well. - he's extremely loyal to the British Royals, royalist was essentially part of all commoner life for, well, ever, but his loyalty endures even in the modern age despite the decline of royalty's importance. This loyalty generally arises from the mid 1600's, during the English Civil War, which he initially participated in as a Roundhead aka a Parliamentarian. He first was on the radical side of the party, pushing not for a constitutional monarchy, but to abolish the monarchy completely, but his time with Oliver Cromwell and his short lived Republic changed Kaz's mind, though he didn't completely switch to the side of Cavaliers (the royalist party during the civil war), he did become an advocate of constitutional monarchy, and advised Richard Cromwell to resign and he was amongst whose of the opinion that Charles II be invited back, however, he didn't stick around to live under Charles II's, whom he considered extremely distasteful. However, his opinion of his Royals improved in the many of the reigns that followed, particularly under Victoria I, the last person he truly served in any capacity.

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northsideblaine-archive-blog · 6 years ago

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WHEN: December 25th (mid-Christmas morning)

WHERE: Town center on a stage in front of the Riverdale Christmas tree

WHO: Blaine Anderson with heavy mentions of Darius Anderson ( @sshardassanderson )

WHAT: In true Blaine Anderson fashion, he has to make the grandest of gestures in front of everyone, during the busiest time of the morning with a lot of the town gathering in the town center.

WARNINGS: Twincest. Incest. Blaine Anderson grand gesture nonsense.

WORD COUNT: 1,766

The morning started out with Blaine and Dare, naked and tangled around each other in front of the fireplace after a long night of whispered ‘I love you’ between soft kisses and touches so powerful they could etch their fingerprints on each other’s soul.

The night before had been a rocky start compared to the calm and quiet night Blaine had planned. There was supposed to be cookies and festive drinking, the brother’s catching up on all the time they had missed together. Life had been pulling them apart lately, Dare busy with his duties as a leader and friend, Blaine with work, show choir and his interest in Jesse.

It wasn’t a lie that things with Jesse had been going really well. So well in fact that Blaine had entertained the hope and thought of maybe having a relationship with him. Something simple, where they could spend hours talking about musicals and dance -- watching old movies and going out on dates hand-in-hand with so much public displays of affection, it would make people sick. With Jesse, Blaine could have that kind of relationship he dreamed of with a man more amazing that he ever deserved.

But...

Standing there, in his kitchen, with Dare, things awkward and tense as they tried to pretend like they hadn’t been arguing not 24 hours before it dawned on Blaine that he would never have a normal relationship. He’ll never date a simple guy from a great family or have an easy life. Not when he was so wrapped up in his twin, that it was hard to know where one stopped and the other began.

Every moment of the day, there was always that thought in the back of his mind whispering about how much he’d rather be with Dare at that moment or where Dare was -- was he safe, was he alive, was he with someone else? The gnawing jealousy of the possibility that his brother was connecting his body to another person at any given moment was that fear pricking at the back of his neck, causing the hairs to always stand on end in anxiety.

Blaine had thought about bringing up the conversation, wanting them to finally put it all to rest but before he could even work up the courage to bring it up Dare’s phone started blowing up. Texts upon texts from Serpents and drama came pouring him causing Dare to pace the floor of the tiny apartment. A single reply he shot off was met with three incoming ones.

Blaine had been sure that Dare was going to bolt right out the door to fight the threat because that was what he did. He always protected and he always attacked threats. It had always been his way and as Blaine was getting older, he had to realize that he wasn’t the only one his twin would fight for. Their world was much larger now, filled with many more people who needed them. So, he had resigned himself to not throwing a tantrum, excepting Dare to make promises of quality time later.

Instead, however, Blaine was met with a surprise -- his twin had put his phone on silent, ignoring any further messages and turning to Blaine to ensure him that he wasn’t going anywhere, not this time. It shouldn’t have touched Blaine the way it did and it shouldn’t have caused his eyes to swell like it did but that simple action had broken the wall he had built up until it crumbled to pieces at Dare’s feet.

He didn’t hold back from kissing his brother, nor did he stop himself from tasting and savoring every part of the man he had been missing more than words could express. They loved each other slow and with purpose, making sure every kiss, caress and panted word of adoration was carved like a heart into the wood of a tree that even time couldn’t erase.

They loved each other deeply and furiously, first on the counter, the kitchen floor, the couch and finally the living room floor in front of the fire; neither upset that they never made it to the bedroom or that the neighbors could hear almost everything through the thin walls. Nothing else mattered but them, right there, in that moment, until they fell asleep in each other’s arms.

When morning finally came, with the cruel screeching of Blaine’s alarm they were reluctant to break apart. Neither wanted the lingering happiness of last night to end because there was never any certainty with them. Blaine would have rather spent the morning, tracing his fingers over his twin’s features and memorizing every scar, tattoo, and muscle that he already knew by heart. He didn’t want them any further than a breath’s length apart again but they had things to do.

Reluctantly, they got up and showered together and dressed together, finding moments to pause for a kiss, a brushing of hands or a simple embrace of one another excused by helping to fix a shirt or a straighten a bow tie. To be truthful, all the touching probably made what should have been an easy twenty-minute activity well over an hour, so now they were in a rush to get out of the house.

The Sister would be expecting Blaine, plus one, soon but there was always time for coffee and donuts for the children. At least that’s what Blaine said when he made Dare point the car towards the shops in the center of town, singing along to every cheesy Christmas jingle that came on the radio as loud as he could manage.

As they park, Blaine noticed the street crowded with friends and family gathered around the stage of Riverdale’s prized Christmas tree. The lightning ceremony had been less than festive but most people never let anything get in the way of their pep. Carolers and matures alike took turns on the mic, singing Christmas songs and filling the air with happiness. The biggest of smiles spread across Blaine’s face as he climbed out of the car and went to join his brother’s side. For a second, he almost forgot that they were in public as he went to grab his hand with enthusiasm as a four-year-old girl was singing to a boy he assumed was her crush.

It was then that Blaine had possibly the greatest epiphany of his life.

Bolting away from his brother without an explanation, Blaine ran towards the stage to talk to the P.A who nodded at him and gave him the thumbs up. The younger twin bounced on his heels in impatience as he waited for the current person on the stage to finish. But finally it was his turn and Blaine wasn’t sure if he was really ready but he was going to take that leap anyway.

Climbing a couple of stairs, he took the mic in hand and waited until his confused brother was in the crowd before swallowing every once of nervousness and silencing the voice that told him this was a mistake.

“H-Hey... I mean...” He cleared his throat. “Hi! I’m Blaine Anderson.. but some of you already knew that... heh...” God his bow tie was suddenly way too tight and it felt like he might pass out. Blaine was a performer, he never had stage fright but this moment... it was the biggest moment of his life. “Um... Merry Christmas everyone! I hope you’re all having a happy and wonderful time with the ones you love.” Silence from the crowd didn’t help him in the least bit, Blaine was even sure he could see a few people glaring at him because he had the audacity to be out in public with his father still in jail. “Anyway... I used to believe I was someone who wasn’t afraid of love or someone who worshipped love like a religion but I realized... this morning in fact... that I was wrong. I’ve been hiding from real, true, actual love for a very long time and I’ve been too afraid of what people would think that I chose to ignore how I felt rather than allow myself to be truly happy.” Pausing, he stopped and locked eyes with Dare in the crowd. “I’m not afraid anymore and I’m done hiding or pretending that I’m not in love. This isn’t a Christmas song but here is a song just for you.”

That was the cue for the PA to start the music and instantly the swell of instruments filled the space around them. “Never knew I could feel like this like I´ve never seen the sky before. I want to vanish inside your kiss --Every day I´m loving you more and more.” The nervousness was gone as he stared into his brother’s hazel eyes that mirrored his own and his smile grew wider. “ Telling me to give you everything. Seasons may change, winter to spring but I love you until the end of time. Come what may come what may.” His voice grew with emotion and intention as he took the mic with him, climbing down from the stage and walking towards his brother in the crowd until he was in front of him “I will love you until my dying day.” Blaine took Dare’s hand, ignoring every confused look or disgusted look of realization while he kept going. “ Suddenly the world seems such a perfect place. Suddenly it moves with such a perfect grace. Suddenly my life doesn´t seem such a waste. It all revolves around you. And there´s no mountain too high, no river too wide -- Sing out this song I´ll be there by your side.” Letting go of the mic in his hand, Blaine reached out to cup his brother’s hand in his hands pulling him in until their foreheads were touching. “Storm clouds may gather and stars may collide but I love you until the end of time. Oh, come what may, I will love you....”

The song hadn’t even finished before Blaine was pushing up on to the tip of his toes just enough to close the distance between their lips. Right then and there, in front of God and a good part of Riverdale to see, Blaine grabbed his brother’s coat and claimed Darius’s mouth in the deepest kiss he could to try to convey every ounce of his love. It was his declaration that no matter what happened after this, it was going to be them -- no hiding or acting like it was some shameful dirty secret to keep -- just love. Their love. Their way. Forever.

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poppyknitt · 6 years ago

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Just Like Before- A JSE Egos Fanfic; Jameson Jackson Birthday Special

Recap: Marvin has gone MIA since the last big fight against Anti, because Seán, Jackieboyman and Henrik cut off all further communications with him, and Chase, JJ, and Robbie are each caught up in their own problems. In lighter news, however, Chase is utilizing his time as a ghost to spend every last second he can with his kids, and figure out exactly what’s been happening between Stacy’s new, apparently abusive, boyfriend, and three of the most important people in his life. Jackie’s apparently been with his girlfriend much longer than we thought, and, celebrated his anniversary with her on a luxurious cruise ship, where he also proposed. Oh, and apparently, they’re expecting a son, so that’s pretty fun, I guess. Robbie’s been spending most of his time making sure his brothers are all doing well, which includes making sure the nurses at the hospital are taking the absolute best care of Chase and JJ as possible, keeping an eye on Henrik and confiscating any coffee he makes after 5PM, trying to find Marvin(he still thinks Marvin can be redeemed. but so do I, so I can’t really judge him on that one.), and constantly bugging Jackie about not using his powers while he’s still recovering from the first anti fight that happened in these stories whenever said hero is around. Oh. I forgot to mention! JJ’s out of his little coma! And he’s back in the egos’ house, too, so... Yay, it’s almost normal again! ... right..? Lmao, what am I saying? It probably is. At least, I hope. Haven’t heard from Anti for a while though...

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[October 31st]

JJ sat on the balcony railing, staring blankly into the distance, his mind still depressedly numb after everything that had happened only a few weeks ago. He could no longer stand to be home without Seán or Henrik being in a place where they could come to help almost immediately if anything were to happen, and he hadn’t even put a single hair in the living room since he got back from the hospital only a few days ago. Seán was trying his hardest to help JJ move past the trauma that resulted from Marvin’s attack, and he was sure Robbie and Henrik would be, too, if it weren’t for the fact that Henrik is constantly busy with work from the hopsital, and Robbie is always running around trying to help hold everyone together in the wake of the chaos and pain caused by Marvin’s corrupt plan to defeat Anti “once and for all”, and “protect” the others in a more long-term way than the usual. Chase still refused to come back to his body, and whenever asked why, he would always respond with “Hard to explain. All you need to know is that Stacy and the kids need help, and only I can help them.”

JJ perked up, hearing the balcony door loudly sliding open, and turned to see Robbie standing there, a sad, almost sullen look on his face. It hurt a little to see the little guy stare at him like that, because he knew Robbie was only upset because he was worried about him.

“Good evening, Robbie...” He signed hesitantly.

“Jamie look sad again... Please don’t sad... Don’t want you to sad.. Is scary when you guys sad.” Robbie responded. JJ took mental note that Robbie was starting to care more and more about how broken his speech really was. And, yeah, sure, since the guy was sorta undead, and had a bit of brain decay as a result, he obviously wasn’t going to be totally perfect at speech, but that was okay, since it was a little comforting to have someone who spoke in an almost child-like kind of way try to cheer him up from time to time.

“I’m fine, Robbie. Just a little nervous still. I’ll be better in a while, I promise.” He fake-smiled, hoping it looked believable enough. Robbie’s face shifted a bit, looking a tiny bit more distrusting or hurt at this response. Jameson internally cringed, immediately knowing that Robbie could probably tell he had withheld a fair amount of information with his response.

“... Truth. I want whole truth. No lie.” Robbie said, his tone becoming a bit more stern.

“... I...” Jamie hesitated, because, I mean, if this pure little bean asked you to tell the truth about how badly a recent, extremely traumatic event had been affecting you, would you know how to respond? I think the hecklety specklety not!

“Jamie not need be scared. Promise not tell others Jamie secret if Jamie tell truth.” Robbie said, smiling a little, as if trying to let him know it was okay to trust him.

“... Fine. But, just... make sure to keep that promise, okay?” He signed, stopping mid-sentence to slide off the railing and onto the balcony. He sat down with his back leaning against the bars of the railing, and Robbie quickly shuffled over, sitting happily next to him.

“No one home but me an’ you. No need keep lookout.” Robbie assured him.

“... Okay, fine, I’ll start.” He signed, smiling softly in amusement, “... I guess the problem is that I can’t stop thinking about what happened... Why did he feel the need to lash out so cruelly on his two youngest brothers? Why lie? Why won’t he face his wrong-doings, and come back? I so desperately wish to believe that Marvin is innocent, and he only meant well, but... All Seán and Henrik ever say is to just forget about him, that he’s not ever coming back, and he’ll never be able to regret it? Why doesn’t anyone believe in him anymore..? Was... Were our bonds really that fragile..?”

“... Don’ kno’... Mavvy only thought he was protecting us. I think he still good. He just not very happy right now. Henry an’ Seán mean because they think he let badness get to head. But he still good. He come back. He just need alone time. We see soon!” Robbie speculated, not fully understanding the gravity of the situation.

“... I don’t know... He was... so violent, when he lashed out... I’m scared, Robbie... What if our dear, wonderful brother went too far, and is doomed to become something like... like him? I do not wish to loose our dear brother to the darkness, Robbie. I don’t understand why Seán and the others are so content with leaving him to fend off his inner demons on his own. It is surely too cruel a thing to do to someone who’s done so much good for us, right?” He continued.

“Is true. It mean, leaving Mavvy behind in dark world. They say fight happen in dark torture world, yes?” Robbie asked.

“Yeah...” He started, but cringed and shunk into a tight ball as he started having minor flashbacks to the moment Marvin had violently lashed out at them in their own home.

“Jamie! Calm! Calm! Is okay! No scare! No scare! Happy thoughts! Happy thoughts!” Robbie exclaimed, worriedly attempting to hug JJ.

“I-..I’m okay! I’m okay! Just got a little spooked, that’s all! It’s okay now, Robs. D-..Don’t freak out over my panic attacks..” He signed, his hands shaking a bit as he hesitantly tried to find the right words.

“We go celebrate hap birth tonight, Jamie?” Robbie asked, and JJ paused. Oh, yeah! It’s the 31st! He should be celebrating his birthday!

“Yeah! We’ll do it as soon as everyone’s here, okay, Robs?” The Jemmie-Jammie bean smiled, and Robbie beamed in response.

“‘K-kay.” Robbie gave his brother a big ol’ bear hug, and he hugged back this time.

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[October 31st]

Jameson happily sat at the dining room table with the rest of the egos(aside from Chase, who was still a ghost), enjoying himself as they all ate the cake that Seán had gotten him for his birthday. Jackie had returned from the cruise he’d taken his girlfriend on, but refused to tell anyone the details. Henrik was the only one not asking questions, so JJ had a feeling that Jackie had spoken to him about the details of the cruise beforehand, since that would be one of the only reasons the doctor would not be constantly pestering Jackie about it. He did, however, take note of the fact that Jackie had a ring on now, so he had a feeling something very special indeed had happened on that boat between the two.

“Hey, Jackie, what’s with the ring, anyways?” Seán piped up.

“That’s need-to-know information, too.” Jackie responded flatly, though, it was pretty easy to spot the cheekiness in his expression.

“Guys, leave him be. He obviously does not vant to share zhe details of his private vacation vizh us, so ve should be polite, and vait until he is ready to say anyzhing to us about it.” Henrik stated, his expression calm and sincere.

“Yes, let’s leave this topic for another day. I would much prefer we all just celebrate today for what it is supposed to be a celebration of, rather than spend it pestering our eldest about things that are not of our business.” Jamie signed, and Seán and Robbie briefly glanced at each other, and returned to the festivities.

“Oh! Jamie have birtda’ gift! Jamie open soon, yes?” Robbie exclaimed, suddenly remembering the small pile of gifts stacked on the coffee table, which had been carried into the dining room by Henrik and Seán, since Jameson still couldn’t bear to even look at the living room after Marvin’s outburst.

“Oh, yes! I nearly forgot about them. Yes, we’ll get to them soon, Robbie.” He signed, smiling happily. Robbie’s face lit up in childish joy, and he hugged the silent ego, grinning like a big, goofy idiot.

The rest of the day was spent filled with joy and cheer, as the egos slowly let themselves forget all their worries, and really enjoyed themselves for once. They each got into costumes when it came about time for trick-or-treaters to start showing up at the door, aside from Jackie, who pretended to be a really good cosplayer of himself, since he’d forgotten to buy a costume for this year, like he had for the previous one... and the first one.

Everything calmed down around 9pm, and they found themselves back in the dining room, sharing jokes, stories, and just overall having a fun time for what felt like ages. Thankfully, though, they all managed to fall asleep before midnight that night, so no one would be staying up to the ungodly hours of the morning.

Even though there were still some egos missing from the celebration that night, Jameson was sure it was safe to say that this had been one of the best birthday celebrations they had had in a long while.

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Whoops! Super late birthday fic! Guess that’s what happens when I cram too much writing stuff into one month. Oh well! At least I’m done with it now! And we’re one step closer to my endgame, too, so that’s fun, I guess!

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voyages-extraordinaires · 6 years ago

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C:R ~VE~ Chapter 53

“Thank you for agreeing to pilot,” I say as the two of us walk down a long corridor.

“No sweat, Polly-chan!” replies Barbicane. “Man, did you see the look on poor Nemo’s face, though? I thought he was going to burst into tears when you asked for me to do it instead of him.”

Oh, and the sting was just beginning to fade, too.

“I’d love to go back on the Harper with him again,” I say. “But if Hatteras is there, I don’t think it would be a good idea. You know how he is about…”

I gesture, trying to think of how to say it.

“Volume.”

“Yeah, that’s true, and the noise-cancelling headphones on the sub didn’t help, either,” Barbicane’s voice goes low.

“How long are you going to hold onto that?” I look over at him with narrowed eyes.

“Until I stop having nightmares, Polly-chan. Until I stop having nightmares.”

I do feel awful for leaving Nemo behind. I feel like we were just reunited and already we have to part.

… That might be a little dramatic, in truth we’re taking a very short trip into the arctic waters, a few hours at most, but Nemo’s pitiful face didn’t make it any easier.

Honestly, I think the only reason that he didn’t start crying is that I was quick to talk about why Nemo was needed at the base instead. With Hatteras distracted, it will be the perfect time to find the sweet spots for Nemo’s explosives.

He does his science, I do mine. He seemed satisfied with that.

“Buuuuut…” I remember the feeling of his index finger on my lower lip. “As paaaaayment for having me sit out of your scientific expedition, Professooooor… I want a kiss.”

I smile and close my eyes, only to hear Nemo tut-tut at me in the most precious manner.

“Not noooow! No, no, when you get baaack… I want a kiss for every moment you’ve been away. Fwee hee hee, yes, one kiss for one minute! Sound like a faaaair traaaaaade?”

I melt a little bit when I remember how soft his lips looked as he said that.

“Polly-chan? Hey, Polly-chan!”

I look up at Barbicane with a jolt.

“Man, you were really spacing out there. Were you thinking about those whales?” he grins. “Or were you thinking about your booooooooooooooyfriend?”

I decide that the best way to answer that would be to not answer it at all.

“Narwhals are amazing,” I say with a wide smile. “You’ve heard about Queen Elizabeth’s famous so-called unicorn horn, right? It’s likely actually a narwhal tusk! Alchemy has been using them for centuries. I know it’s superstitious fluff, but what if there was something to it? What if there’s actually some property in a narwhal tusk that can detect poison or purify water? How does it affect these creatures’ daily lives? Does it influence their environment? There must be a reason! Narwhals are almost on the same level of mythology as the giant squid, and I would love to be able to observe them!”

“Geez… leviathans, unicorn horns, and Nemo mentioned Atlantis… your brand of science sure is cute, Polly-chan.”

My face heats up from embarrassment.

“H-He told you about Atlantis? I was a kid—oh, but that doesn’t matter! This science isn’t ‘cute’, it’s groundbreaking observations of the natural world!”

Barbicane just stares at me, that infectious smile on his face.

“… Squid -are- cute,” I finally relent, pushing my glasses back in place. “That I’ll give you.”

But our conversation is interrupted when I see the other two members of the crew waiting ahead. Hatteras is there, of course, wearing muffs over his ears and a long coat. I look down at my padded coat, bulky pants, and layers of scarves wrapped around my face and wonder how he even survives, let alone lives comfortably.

Standing next to him is Aleister, making his arctic gear look practically regal compared to me waddling down the hall.

I nod to the both of them, then look at Hatteras. “Captain, will Aleister be going with us?”

Hatteras leans towards me to understand my words, likely because of the muffs over his ears. They’re thicker than ones used for warmth, resembling Dr. Frankenstein’s stethoscope. However, while Frankenstein’s tools target and magnify sounds, Hatteras’ likely blocks most sound out. It seems like he has a little trouble processing speech with them on, but it’s likely better than the alternative of all the noise.

It’s remarkable that he can still hear us at all. He must be very sensitive.

He finally nods. “Please put yourself in my position, Professor Aronnax. There were three possible individuals you could have brought as a pilot: a fairy with superhuman strength, a prodigal war strategist with a penchant for guns and explosives, and a mechanic who could most likely lift an automobile with one hand. Illness has made a weak man of me, and it would be easy for any of your three companions to subdue me in order to secure your freedom.”

“A fairy, a prodigy, and… a mechanic? Tch, man, way to make me sound uncool…”

“Jimmy could easily stop any of you,” Hatteras continues. “So I brought him for my safety.”

“Don’t look so disappointed, Aronnax-kun,” says Aleister. “It’s rather impolite.”

I shake my head.

“I’m not disappointed,” I say. “I’m wary.”

The edges of Aleister’s mustache curl in a smile.

“We’ll be riding in an automobile to where the Harper is tethered,” Hatteras speaks quietly. “Once there, we’ll be able to submerge for a few hours. There have been narwhals observed recently, so…”

Hatteras trails off and looks over my way. “I hope, Professor, that you will be able to see them. You looked…”

He trails off again, pausing as if to gather his thoughts into a coherent sentence.

“You looked very happy when you asked me about them.”

Barbicane takes a step back when Hatteras moves past us and glides towards a heavily-armored automobile.

“Told you he likes you!” Barbicane claps me on the back. “You must be a Weirdo Magnet or something!”

I sigh and give him a sideways glance. “Perhaps that’s why we get along so well, Barbicane.”

“Hey!”

---

The automobile ride is a mostly quiet one despite Barbicane trying to create conversation with everyone.

“Hey!” he pipes up. “Aleister! I bet you have a ton of stories about Van! Care to dish some out?”

Aleister arches his eyebrows in a look that almost resembles pity.

“I don’t think now would be the best time,” he says quietly.

I look over at Hatteras, who has his hands over his ears and is trembling from the might of the automobile’s rumble.

He looks so lost, like he wants to shrink back into his seat and disappear from the sights and sounds of the world.

It reminds me of how I feel when my anxiety overpowers me. Before I discovered aromatherapy, I would hide in my grandfather’s closet, covering my head as though I were afraid someone would strike me. I had no basis for this fear, but I remember feeling very small. Like not even my pretend submarine could protect me. I would completely wrap myself in blankets like I was trying to retreat into a shell.

Well, I don’t have a blanket, but I slowly begin to unravel one of my scarves.

“Captain,” I say.

Hatteras doesn’t open his eyes, but he inclines his head to let me know he heard me.

“I’m going to put something on you,” I say. “It might help you block out more noise.”

Hatteras’ eyelashes tremble as he finally turns his iced gaze to look at me.

I hold out the scarf towards him before unfolding it and wrapping it around his head as though it were a hood. It looks silly, but it’s all I can think of to do.

Hatteras lifts a hand to it, and for a moment I think he’ll pull it off. But he runs his fingers over it to smooth it down and closes his eyes.

“Another barrier from the noise of the world,” he says. “Thank you, Professor.”

“You’re welcome,” I say. “I’m… a very anxious person…”

Well, that’s putting it mildly.

“I feel like, when it gets very bad, being able to wrap myself up helps me a lot. Ah…”

Hatteras has closed his eyes again, shutting himself off to further communication.

I give a slight smile and shake my head.

---

It feels wonderful to be on the Harper again. I look around, certain that if I open the door I’ll see Cardia trying to sketch silverware or Barbicane cooking us his famous rice flummery.

And beyond that…

I throw open the door and look at the salon, the place where I had spent so much time. Many of the books have been taken out, no doubt by Aleister and his men, but Nemo’s pipe organ is still standing tall.

I sit down on the bench like I have many times before, missing watching Nemo play. It hasn’t been long at all, but we have been through so much…

I reach out and run my fingers across the keys, not applying any pressure, just enough to feel. The only music I want this instrument to make is Nemo’s.

When I look over towards the large porthole, I stumble back when I see Hatteras already there. He’s so quiet!

He slowly reaches out and puts his fingertips on the glass, staring out at the waves gently sloshing against the pane.

“How many wonders you’ve seen through here… Professor,” he whispers. “I’m glad I finally get to see it in person.”

His words say what his expression doesn’t: he’s frowning the same as usual.

“Heya, my honeys!” Barbicane’s voice rings out over the intercom. “Well, ‘my honey’… except you’re not really my honey. Hey, my friend’s honey…? Anyway! Feels kinda weird to say this, but we’re going to be diving in just a bit, so hang tight!”

Aleister steps into the salon and looks around- his amused expression makes my blood boil.

It feels like Aleister—Hatteras, too—are invading something precious. I keep my eyes on them as Barbicane runs past to check up on the engines.

“This would be the best place to view the sea life, wouldn’t it, Aronnax-kun? Would you mind terribly if this old man joined you?”

I feel like I’m going to be sick, but I put a smile on my face and shake my head.

“Of course not, you’re the Captain’s guest, after all.”

I stand up and force myself to walk closer to the porthole, stopping only to let Barbicane run back through.

Soon we begin to dive back under the water, but instead of entering a new world I feel like I’m being smothered by the untouched depths. It’s cold and horrible.

Aleister and Hatteras’ presences choke me, and I move closer to the porthole to surround myself with the thing I once found the most comforting in the world.

“Are you feeling all right, Aronnax-kun?”

I look back at them. They’re doing nothing, Aleister with his eyes on me and Hatteras with his eyes on the bubbles moving upwards beyond the glass.

“Yes, I’m fine,” I say. “If you excuse me for a moment…”

I turn and begin to walk towards the bridge when I see Hatteras’ jaw go slack.

“The ice…” he whispers.

I turn around, and I understand what made Hatteras show a fraction of emotion.

The ice looks like a prism, candy blue and reflecting shafts of light through the water. A kaleidoscope of rainbows just for us.

“The water is so blue,” I whisper. “We’re... we’re the first people to ever penetrate the water here.”

“Discovery,” Hatteras adds. “It’s an addicting sensation, Professor.”

I see movement out of the corner of my eye and dive to grab a blank journal from the bookshelves, thanking my luck that they weren’t taken out. My charcoal is also still nearby, and I dash back to begin my sketching.

They aren’t narwhals, but Pusa hispida: ringed seals. They glide like ballerinas through the water, smooth and perfect. They’re spectacular models, their sleek bodies reflecting in the sunlight to show me all the intricate patterns of their skin.

“She works fast,” Hatteras says, most likely to Aleister—I’m not paying much attention to either one of them anymore, to be honest.

It feels fantastic to have the charcoal in my grip again, capturing the movement of life in a connection between my eyes and fingertips.

Page after page, everything from the way they turn their heads to the pattern of their teeth as they dart after fish, these creatures are imprinting themselves on my heart the same way I’m imprinting them on paper.

Hatteras’ peers upwards through the porthole, searching for the whales. Eventually, his frown deepens and he goes back to watching the seals.

“Captain?” I look up at him. “I’d say that this trip is a great success so far.”

“But we haven’t found any narwhals yet,” he replies.

“And we might not at all,” I say. “I remember during my voyage I was hoping…”

I smile at a seal that was curiously nosing at the porthole, stopping my thoughts to dash out its smile and whiskers with a few strokes of my charcoal.

“I was hoping to see a giant squid. A live one.”

“You didn’t,” says Hatteras.

“No. But I saw so many incredible things, and I got to walk on the floor of the ocean itself. How can I be disappointed? Look at them, Captain!”

I point out of the porthole at the seals.

“They’re so close, they’re alive and beautiful! How can I be disappointed?”

Hatteras tilts his head and stares at me like my words are being filtered through some kind of translator.

“I don’t think I would enjoy being a scientist,” he says. “In exploration, there is victory and failure. There are none of these other options.”

I’m surprised to hear Aleister chuckle.

“That’s not true, Jonathan. If you set out to find El Dorado, would it be a failure if you found Atlantis instead?”

Hatteras is quiet, then he turns to look at Aleister.

“Yes, it would be. Even if you found Atlantis, you still would not have met your goal of finding El Dorado.”

“Haha… what a depressing young man you are,” replies Aleister.

I look back towards the water, watching the seals flit away.

---

As time passes, Hatteras continues to look more and more disappointed as he looks out the porthole.

There are many shrimp in the water, and even though it’s hard to get proper sketches of them I do my best to record as much about them as I can.I never would have thought that they could thrive all the way up here!

“Shrimp now?” asks Hatteras.

“You’re surprised?” I smile. “I thought you would have realized… I love all sea life.”

Hatteras slowly sinks down into the chaise lounge.

“Poor Jonathan,” says Aleister. “Perhaps science really isn’t your forte after all.”

“Perhaps not biology,” I say. “But, Hatteras, your acoustics research is brilliant.”

Hatteras looks at me, once again trying to find the correct words to say.

“That was… out of necessity,” he says. “I did it so that I could live somewhat comfortably, not to better the world or leave my mark or… whatever it is that Impey Barbicane and his type do.”

I rub the back of my head. “Well, your motivation might have been different, but still…”

Aleister chuckles. “Don’t worry about it, Aronnax-kun. Jonathan has a tendency to be rather contrary at times. It seems he’s exceptionally bad today.”

I’m surprised to see color rise to Hatteras’ cheeks. “Jimmy, such comments aren’t needed.”

I begin to laugh, and it’s the sound of my own laughter that reminds me: I’m not with friends. No matter how gentle, how fatherly, how kind Aleister might look and even sound…

I stand up and close my journal.

“It’s getting late.I’ll speak with Barbicane about getting us back to Northernmost Base.”

“Aronnax-kun.”

I stop, but don’t turn around.

“Thank you for a pleasant afternoon,” says Aleister. “I found it very enjoyable.”

I nod, though I’m a little surprised at myself.

“I must admit, Aleister, I was caught off-guard by how much I enjoyed this. Perhaps in another time...”

‘We could have been friends’ is what I almost said.

“In another time?” Aleister repeats.

“In another time, I would have been fooled just like everyone else.”

“You were,” says Aleister. “And, as I recall, you seemed very happy in that lie. Just like Nemo-kun was.”

I sigh. “You’re right. Far be it from me to forget my humble beginnings.”

I walk back to the bridge, done with the salon as long as Aleister is there.

“Hey, hey, Polly-chan! I didn’t see any narwhals up here, did you have any luck?”

I beam. “Not narwhals, but did you see those ringed seals? I got so many wonderful sketches of them-- and shrimp, too! There’s so much life up here, Barbicane, it’s fantastic!”

“Aw, glad I could be the driver for your tour,” Barbicane grins as he leans against the ship’s wheel. “You ready to head back?”

I nod, holding my journal to my chest.

“I can’t wait to show them everything.”

“‘Them’, huh?” Barbicane’s grin just widens.

“Of course,” I huff. “I want Cardia and I to compare our sketching, and Smith is such a fantastic naturalist that I would love to get her opinion. Conseil has supported me from the beginning, too...”

“And Nemo?”

My cheeks begin to ache a bit from smiling. “Barbicane, that’s like asking me if you’re excited to see Cardia again.”

“Aw, what a cute answer! Okay, Professor! My Engine of Love is going to get us back to base lickety-split! There aren’t going to be any lonely hearts while Impey Barbicane’s at the helm!”

Yes, despite this being a trip with Aleister and Hatteras, my heart still feels full. I feel proud of my work. If these were better circumstances, I would love to take the time to truly research all the brilliant life up here.

But as we surface near the base, I remember that Barbicane and I are prisoners.

“... You gotta be kidding me.”

“Huh?”

“Look through the periscope, Polly-chan.”

I pull the periscope down to my height and turn it so it’s facing the base.

Near the Harper’s tethering, there appears to be a... dancing purple marshmallow.

“Nemo!”

He’s hopping from one foot to the other, waving so much that it looks like he’ll fall over.

I step back and grab the ladder, preparing to open the hatch.

“Hey, Polly-chan, we’re still far away! You’ll freeze your nose off!”

“It looks like he’s yelling something, it’ll only be a moment,” I say as I open it up.

“Isn’t he -always- yelling something, though...?”

I climb so that I’m able to look over the edge of the hatch and wave towards the makeshift dock.

“Nemo, we’re back!” I yell towards him, though I sincerely doubt he can hear me.

And, at first, I’m not sure I’m hearing him, either.

But as I stand there and listen, I realize that I am.

I am hearing his yelling correctly.

It’s not a greeting or anything that would make any sort of sense.

What Nemo’s yelling, in plain English, is this:

“MAAAAAAAAAAAAAA---RRYYYYY MEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE-----!!!”

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iammarylastar · 6 years ago

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Hi guys! Here’s my new fanfic, “Hope” sequel of “Morning Cup”. Enjoy!

1. Back from the dead.

I’m dead. The second I opened my eyes, I knew I was dead. My first thought was for Angie. The second was for my brothers. All dead like me I assumed. Glancing around me once the blur has left my eyes, I remember thinking that Heaven really looked Japanese styled.

Wood frame ceiling, thin walls made of paper, through which the light can pass, braided straw-covered floor, like tatamis, a single flat square cushion next to me. No furniture. I’m lying on my back on some sort of thin mattress, directly set on the floor.

My body is hard as stone, I’m totally unable to move. I’m dead, so it makes sense, though I would have assumed that it would have felt more… light and free. I may be in Heaven but all my body hurts like hell. What’s sure is I’m seriously wasted.

The door carefully slides to the side, a woman, some kind of Geisha pads silently towards me and kneels next to where I lay. I didn’t know Heaven had nurses. She’s quickly followed by a grumpy-looking doc, wrapped in a kimono instead of a white coat, his face as closed of as a stone.

Heaven’s medical staff aren’t very friendly. The Geisha is expressionless too but her glance at me is nice and warm. She wets a cloth in some water filled bowl laying there and starts to gently pat my face, which feels delicious. I feel as dry as the desert, my skin rough, thin as cigarette paper, my lips cracked and bleeding.

Life creeps back through my system as she squeezes the cloth over my mouth. Water.

How funny it is. The water that killed me is bringing me back to life.

Wait. Life? Am I actually alive?

The woman wets the cloth again and attacks my torso. I startle at the coolness of the water running down my sides and she glances at me before focusing back on her task.

She softly whispers something I can’t understand. Heaven’s official language sounds like Japanese.

Holy shit.

I’ve fallen into the hands of the enemy. I’m not dead but I suddenly wish I was.

As I realize this, the female Yakuza starts to torture my chest, no doubt they want me to spit out some classified information.

An dreadful burn tears up my chest, like I’m branded, stabbed by a red hot iron that slowly dissolves my flesh.

I try to sit up but the sharpest pain comes from my back, my left leg howls as well. My arms yell from pain and get weak, barely able to support me. They give up and I fall heavily on my back, sending another wave of fire in my lower back. What the hell?

“ Jitto shite!” The doc barks, before he sharply gives orders and vanishes, leaving me alone with my torturer.

I’m half paralyzed, skinned alive, defenceless before that monstrous punisher… who … shyly flats her delicate hand on my shoulder, soothing me with Japanese gibberish.

Seeing the panick on my face, she cups my cheek and for once stares fiercely at me.

“Remain still. It’s alright.”

Her voice is soft, her English hesitant, her accent… exotic.

“Where am I? What happened? Who are you?” I have so many questions: why the fuck am I unable to move? What’s that pain, those pains all over my body? How did they find me? Where is Angie?

“ You hurt. Bad leg. Back broken. Cuts infected. Got fever.”

Damn that doesn’t sound good.

“ I’m Mikomi. Japanese for hope. I’ll help you.”

She resumes patting my face with the cloth then supports my neck and brings a cup of water to my mouth. It hurts like hell but it feels so good at the same time. I drop my head back to the pillow, exhausted by just taking few sips.

“I’m Cup. Thank you.”

“ You Gaijin.” She rolls her eyes, trying to figure out how to translate it. “ Alien.”

“Yeah, I feel totally like an alien.” I chuckle.

As Mikomi goes on cleaning up my wounds, humming whatever Japanese song and I surrender to the pain and the exhaustion and quickly drift into a deep, solid sleep.

****

I get used to my daily routine, Mikomi proves to be an excellent nurse.

Each day, she expertly massages my legs, stretches and moves them, applies some plaster of whatever mud on my scars, and checks on the stitches she made. She even pins what seems like needles everywhere on my skin, which really calms both my nerves and my pain.

What I can’t get used to is that fucking weakness that keeps me bedridden.

My leg is broken and secured in a sort of bamboo splint, which she removes then ties again between treatments.

My abdomen and chest are ruins, a mix of cuts and burns from both the crash and my journey in the ocean. Through the saltwater kept me from infections, it affected the wound healing by literally eating my flesh and skin, moreover, I’m severely sunburned.

But the worst is my back. It might be broken as well but there’s no hospital nor X Rays here. What’s certain is that it hurts like hell each time I try the slightest move or cough. I’m so lucky my spinal cord is fine, no paralysis just a few sensitivity issues.

Mikomi has always been sweet and patient with me. She has never complained when she had to clean… my mess. I hate being as impotent as a sick old man and unable to relieve myself in the appropriate place. But she always appears when I need her and vanishes as fast as a ghost when I need some privacy. And never makes me feel like shit when she washes me like I’m a baby or carefully turns me on my side. Yeah I even can’t roll on my sides by myself.

She also has been a quite good teacher and I ’ve been a lame student. I got bored to just wait for her to have the job done. All I was able to do was to stare at her and her hands taking care of me, which made her uncomfortable.

At first, I just hissed in pain, biting my lips or grunting low when she unwillingly hurt me, she always answered by looking down and whispering apologizes. “Gomen nasai.” was my first Japanese lesson. No need to be sorry, you’re just saving me. Arigato Mikomi . Gratitude.

Slowly, I tried to talk to her. Asking about basic words, various items surrounding us. I really tried my best to repeat her words but I failed miserably, eliciting discreet smirks from her.

Japan is the country of manners and courtesy, every attitude and behaviour is strictly codified, as tight as their kimonos.

Laughing at someone is strictly forbidden. Touching someone you’re not married to, speaking with someone you don’t know, and a shitload of other things are strictly forbidden. Basically, as a Gaijin, I am the main source of prohibition. It seems, though, as an injured man, I’m tolerated and as my personal nurse, Mikomi is allowed to spend time with me.

I quickly start to enjoy the time we spend together. I needed to talk to someone and Mikomi is the easiest person to talk to. Mostly because Japanese never would cut you off or make you understand you’re boring as fuck.

I’ve made little progress in Japanese but I’ve helped her to improve her English.

I manage to make her laugh, tricking her as much as I could, struggling with those fucking chopsticks -sorry the sacred hashi -, making unforgivable mistakes with the food.

That day I was finally able to sit up on the futon, I was taught the right and only way to use hashi . There are billion of rules to use them correctly, rules to hold the bowl, rules to pick up the food, rules to drink the soup. I broke all the rules the first time I ate all by myself, and ended up with noddles stuck on my chin, which had my so serious teacher in tears. I think past 8 years old, Japanese stop laughing, so it has been a decade that she hasn’t laugh.

She’s beautiful with that smile lightening her face. She’s beautiful when she sings for me, distracting me from the pain while nursing me. She’s so cute trying to repeat new English word. She’s so cute hiding her smirk behind her delicate fingers each time I joke with her. She’s so patient repeating over and over the same Japanese words that I keep mispronouncing. She’s so patient, listening again and again my rant about Angie, my love, my wife, my baby, all I lost in the crash. My whole life ruined in a blink of an eye.

She’s so cold, her Japanese impassible mask taped on her face, when her dad watches over us. She’s so warm when she lays her eyes on me, when she strokes the side of my head, as I cry for my lost love, as I dive so deep into desperation and pain.

Mikomi slowly becomes my everything.

It’s been more than two months since I’m stuck in that room. More than two months that I haven’t seen the sunshine. Mikomi has been my daily sunshine.

Today has started particularly bad. The nightmares that have haunted me from the beginning trended to decrease as time passes. But not tonight. Once again, Angie and I were walking in the meadow, our hands tightly intertwined, our happiness palpable, indestructible. And once again, she was slowly vanishing, becoming transparent to my sight, inconsistent to my touch. All my screams were in vain, the more I called her name, the more I begged her to stay with me, the more she turned into dust, until the slightest piece of her was blown away by the wind.

I woke up in sweat, in tears, that unsustainable pain tearing my heart apart. Mikomi was already by my side, shushing me, while my hand crushed her tiny fingers.

“Angie, no!”

It’s early in the morning, a shy light pierces through the paper walls, hitting her long, black, straight hair. It’s not tied in a complex and strict topknot, but simply cascading around her face.

Oh my sweet Angel, take me with you. I’m too exhausted. I can’t move. I can’t walk. How could I come back to you?

“Angie…” my hand cups her cheek, I’d give anything to feel her lips on mine. I’m so down. Man down. It’s over.

“Morning Cup!” Angie’s voice caresses my ears, making me startle.

Jesus, I just realize my memories of Angie are fading away, her sweet and delicate features changing into Mikomi’s.

No, no, no, it can’t happen. I can’t let this happen. I have to go, I have to fight for her, I spent my whole life fighting for her, I won’t stop now.

“ I’m sorry I have to go” I sit up, hissing from pain.

“Don’t move.” She gently pushes me back on the futon.

“Ika sete! ” Let me go! I yelled. I yank at her furiously, I don’t know where this rage comes from but I feel like I can walk on the water, if Angie stands the other side.

She falls back on her butt, her long hair curtaining before her face, her kimono opens on her bare thighs.

God, stay away from me, I’m out of control.

I have to get up on my feet and run. Run back to my love. Run away from those feelings I can’t let in.

I roll to my belly and try to sit up on all four. My back is instantly stabbed by thousands swords and I bite back a grunt. Fuck it, I’ll make it, I’ll stand up, come what may.

I grab what can be called a nightstand and lean over it, trying to lift my ass up to put my good foot on the floor.

Mikomi comes behind me and tries to stop me. “Not now. You’re not ready.”

I don’t give a shit about her advice, I need to stand up, I’m going to.

I grab her shoulder and lift myself up. My back roars in pain, fuck, I grit my teeth harder and manage to straighten my leg. Half up, half bowed down, crushing my weight on Mikomi, with all the force I can gather, I stand up, back on my feet for the first time in months.

I scream under the effort and the agony of all my muscles and spine, before bursting into laughter, the endorphins flooding into my system. I’m turning hysterical, mad with pain, crazy with joy. I made it. Angie I made it for you!

I clumsily turn to face her, she should be so proud of me, I want to see her joy shining in her eyes, I need to hear her voice congratulating me, I crave to kiss her lips, the ultimate payoff to all my effort and pain.

I cup her cheek, my thumb running along her full lips and look up at her. Her almond shaped eyes are dark, terrified. Mikomi.

What the fuck?

Losing balance, I lean on my broken leg, a shot of pure pain explodes through my knee. A bright flash blinds me as the pain devours my back. My good leg gives up and I heavily crash down, atomized by a new, fresh, powerful wave of pain. I hear Mikomi screaming in the distance as I puke out sour bile coming from my stomach.

I may have passed out for a while. All I know is that I’m crying. I’m weeping from agony and desperation. I want to vanish in a pool of tears, I want to stop thinking. It hurts too much to fight for you Angie, I just can’t anymore. I’ve tried and I failed.

Mikomi is rocking me lightly, my head in her lap, her fingers running through my hair and stroking my face. She’s singing that song, the one that soothes me. She’s crying with me, she’s crying for me. And it’s slowly killing me.

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They find out you self-harm (Ladies, Defence & Tank)

Mei - Even though she may not speak up much, Mei is a woman that pays great attention to the people around her. She is great at reading people and figure out how they are feeling, and she often tries to cheer her loved ones up if they are feeling sad or help them relaxed if they are feeling stressed out. She sees her close relationships with her friends and you as one of the most important parts of her life, which made her feel even worse once she came face to face with how bad it actually was.

- Once she has made sure that you are in a safe environment and that she has calmed down, she sits down with you, takes your hands in hers and starts asking you about what it was that drove you to this point. She isn’t trying to be nosy, but she needs to know what you two are up against so that she can help you. She understands that the road is going to be long and hard, but she is still determined to be there for you at every turn of the way.

- You´ll notice that she is around you a lot more now, as she wants to be able to be there next to you if you feel bad again. Due to technology and her lovely colleagues at Overwatch, she is able to work from home a lot of the time, only having to go to her lab if complicated experiments need to be made. She also gets really into physical affection, and handholding, hugs, and kisses are now a daily part of the fight against bad thoughts.

Widowmaker - When she finds out she gets a surprisingly gentle charm around her. She immediately stops what’s she was doing, before making her way over to you. When she is next to you she calmly raises her hands and caresses your cheeks, before placing a kiss on your forehead. She looks at you for quite a while, before calmly and gently saying “Don´t do that again. Please, please don´t do that again”

- How she reacts to the revelation really depends on how long the two of you have been together for. If you have only spent a short amount of time together, she will be a bit awkward for a while, unsure and unused to dealing with emotions again, never mind someone else’s. If the two of you have dated for a long time, however, she will be more used to you and who you are as a person, which makes it easier for the both of you. She is not really into physical intimacy except for the occasional cuddle or kiss, instead opting to use her words to make you feel better. She never misses an opportunity to compliment you on everything from how you look to your performance in a mission (She will also kick anyone’s ass if they are stupid enough to talk bad about you)

- While her stoic appearance and cold voice might make it seem like she doesn’t care, the reality is that she tries everything she can think of to make you feel better. If something stresses you out she´ll either help you with it or help you take a break and focus on something else. If you are feeling depressed about something or yourself she will literally sit down with you for hours and name every single thing she likes about you. In short, whatever it is that is bothering you, Widow will help you through it. No matter what happens you can count on her to be at your side.

D. Va - Hana actually picks up on your change in personality pretty fast. As she is both a popular streamer and a celebrity she has gotten pretty used to constantly be around people, so she uses the time she spends with you to wind down and relax. She notices when you try to change the subject when she asks if anything is bothering you and how you try to keep your long-sleeved shirts on as often as possible. She knows that something is not quite right, but she would never have guessed that things were this bad.

- When everything is finally revealed, she puts everything else on hold. She loves streaming and her fans, but you are her top priority right now. She somehow manages to be both gentle and stubborn at the same time, as she makes sure that you are feeling alright, while at the same time trying to get you to talk about it. She hates to see you sad, so she needs to know what is standing in the way of you smiling that beautiful smile that she loves so much.

- She focuses a lot of her time on helping you, even slowing down her streaming schedule. If you are interested she´ll invite you to play games with her on stream, offering to let you pick the games. (Despite not knowing what is going on, as Hana merely told her fans that you “weren’t feeling well”, her fans still support you in the chat every time you appear on screen).

Zarya - Zarya absolutely adores you. No matter how you view yourself, she sees you as absolutely perfect, both on the inside and on the outside, which is why she is so confused as to why you felt that doing this to yourself was necessary. She is uncharacteristically slow and gentle as she examines the scars and marks, making sure that you are as comfortable as you can possibly be. The following days are, by Zarya´s request, filled with relaxation and helping to make you feel at least a little better. She is very aware that a week of relaxing isn’t going to solve everything, but a positive environment is a good start.

- She places a lot of power in being positive, so she always reminds you of your positive aspects, and highlights how far you´ve come in changing the negatives. She tries to be home but sometimes she has to work late or be away for a couple of days, so she leaves sticky notes around the place, telling you how proud of you she is and how much she loves you and calls you on the phone when possible.

- If you are willing to give it a try she would also gladly have you accompany her to the gym. Working out often helps her to motivate herself when she feels down, and she hopes that the same would be the case with you. If you aren’t interested or if working out isn’t your thing, she is also prepared to take an interest in your hobbies, she even tries to give the things she might have shied away from before a new try.

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Enchanted Needles // Danchel

Who: Dani Harper and Rachel Berry ( @alyricalberry )

When: 1/25/2018, afternoon

Where: NYADA, Divine Designs

What: Rachel and Dani stop by Kurt´s old work place to see if

General Notes: Just Dani and Rachel doing their duties, and it might be a little gay at the end. Because everyone was talking about how pretty Rachel was and Dani couldn´t agree more.

Dani hadn´t really spent any time with Rachel lately. Things had been strange and there had been too many things happening, but she was glad the other woman was alright, physically at least. It was clear that they had to do something about Kurt, so when Rachel had texted her and asked about whether or not she wanted to come along to talk to Kurt´s employer Dani had been quick to agree. She was waiting outside Rachel´s building, hair a light blonde with pink tips, coat pulled tightly around her. It was freezing outside and the sky was hanging above like a grey mass, it fit Dani´s mood just right.

Rachel pulled on a sweater and a large coat. It was cold today, but she was determined to find something, anything, that would help them find Kurt, so she knew she needed to be prepared to endure the cold weather. She could always summon a little bit of fire if she needed, though. She was happy to be going out with Dani. It was nice to have a friend around in this kind of situation. Plus, Dani knew Kurt probably better than anyone on campus, so having her input was incredibly helpful. Rachel tried not to think about the fact that wherever Kurt was, he was probably alone and terrified. She went out to meet Dani and gave her a small smile. "Hey you. How are you doing?" she asked.

Dani wondered if Rachel really cared how she was doing or if it was just the thing you said once you´ve met up with someone. She pushed the thought away and offered the other woman a smile. "I´m as alright as one can be," she then answered diplomatically. "I´m glad you texted me though. I´ve been meaning to go to Kurt´s work place, but I didn´t want to go alone." Truth be told: She could have gone alone, but she´d rather have someone there, someone who knew more about magic than she did and Rachel seemed to be the right person for that. "Shall we?"

Rachel nodded. "I have to. I can't believe I didn't think of it sooner," she said. "Let's go," she said as she let Dani towards Divine Designs. "You knew Kurt before he came here, right? Did he have enemies? Anyone who would want to kidnap him?" she asked, keeping her voice low to not be overheard

Dani shrugged her shoulders as they walked. "We only met a couple of times," She then told Rachel. "And you know Kurt, he´s not someone who holds back with what he has to say or thinks, but I don´t think he had enemies. Not people who could do this to him." Besides, this had been happening to more people on Campus, they had disappeared and now they were declared dead. Dani had a bad feeling about this, something was off and even though she couldn´t put her finger on it, it rubbed her the wrong way.

Rachel nodded. "You're right. This has to be something else entirely. I kust wish we could figure out what it is," she sighed. She opened the door to Divine Designs and followed her in. She looked around for a second and then asked the girl at the register if Remy LeBeau was in. She nodded and disappeared to go get him. "So, do we just ask him if he's heard from Kurt? Or if he knows anything about why he disappeared?"

Dani stepped into the shop. It was so very Kurt like to work here and for a moment she had to stop and force herself to take a deep breath. She missed him. He was her only connection to her old life, the only person who understood what it felt like to just be thrown in here. "Yeah...let´s ask if he´s heard of him. I know people keep saying Kurt has run off, but he´d never just leave a job he likes without formally quitting. So unless he´s done that we know he hasn´t run away,"

Rachel unzipped her coat and nodded. "That's a good point," she said. Just then, Remy LeBeau stepped out and looked at the girls. "Hello! I hear you were looking for me. Are you here for a new wardrobe?" He asked, looking Rachel up and down. Rachel shifted uncomfortably, vut she was mostly used to Kurt's snips about her wardrobe that it didn't even affect her anymore. It did make her miss Kurt though. "Um, no. We're here to ask about one of your employees. Kurt Hummel? We think he's missing and we were wondering if you'd maybe heard from him?" She asked.

Dani the man´s expression darkened at Rachel´s question. "So I´ve heard." He then nodded. Dani had assumed he´d notice that Kurt was gone, but seeing his expression she assumed Kurt hadn´t just quit. Not that she hadn´t known that, but it made everything painfully more real. "Yes. We´ve been wondering if there´s anything you can tell us, really, anything could be helpful." She then added with a nod.

Rachel Remy LeBeau shook his head. "Well, I haven't seen him," he told the girls. "And he hasn't contacted me. He hasn't shown up for a couple of shifts so I just figured he was sick," he told them. "It's too bad, really. He's such a talented designer. He doesn't use magic either, believe it or not," he praised. Rachel nodded. "He is very talented. We're trying to find him. Will you let us know if you hear from him? I can leave you my phone number," Rachel said.

Dani held back a sigh at the man´s words. She knew it had been unlikely that he´d known anything about Kurt´s whereabouts, but she had still hoped to get anything useful out of him. "We will. He´s told me just how much he likes working here," Dani commented, offering the man a smile. She felt her stomach drop as she bit her lip then, glancing over at Rachel. "You don´t have a different way to contact him, do you?" She then tried. "I just know that he would often ignore calls from us, but he´d never miss a day of work."

Dani Remy looked at both the girls, nodding. "I highly doubt I´d be the first person he´d contact, but I might just be able to help you," He nodded, seeming t think some things over in his head. "I once gifted him a set of sewing needles. He was polite about them, though he didn´t like the fact that they were enchanted. They´s automatically point towards their owner." He smiled at the memory, his face brightening all of a sudden. "You know...I could make you another pair, if you have Kurt´s DNA, that is."

Rachel 's eyebrows shot up when Remy said he could make some sort of tracking needle that would point them to Kurt. "Oh my gosh, really?" she said. She looked to Dani. "I don't really have anything of his. Do you?" she asked.

Dani could feel her heart missing a beat at the new found information. The man had told them about it so casually, but for them it could have been the one piece of information that would help in finding Kurt. "No...but I know Marley took a hairbrush, we should text her!" Dani pulled out her phone. "How about I text her and you go and get it? That way we´ll be quicker!"

Rachel nodded at Dani's suggestion. "Yes, that sounds perfect," she said. "Thank you so much, Professor LeBeau. I'll be right back with something with Kurt's DNA on it. We really appreciate it," she said before taking off to Marley's dorm.

Rachel returned about twenty minutes later, Kurt's hairbrush clutched tightly in her hand. "Will this do?" she asked Remy.

Dani nodded as she watched Rachel take off. She could feel her skin tingling slightly, as if they were finally getting closer to where they needed to be to save Kurt. The man nodded as he went to go back about his business while Dani went to check out the store. Everything here seemed to remind her of Kurt and while she felt a tug on her stomach at that, she knew they were doing the right thing. When she saw Rachel approaching them through the window she went back to Mr. LeBeau. "She´s back!" Dani called and the man moved back out front, nodding as he took the brush from Rachel. "Yes, very good." He then muttered. "Just give me a minute." And with that he was gone. Dani turned back to Rachel, her lips curving into a smile. "This is it. I can feel it!" she told her. Dani took a deep breath as she leaned against the counter. "So...how have you been? We haven´t really talked,"

Rachel allowed herself a giddy grin when Remy went back to do his thing. She grinned at Dani. "Let's hope so, anyways. I do have a good feeling about it, though," she said. She leaned against the counter and bit her lip at Dani's question. She wasn't sure how to answer. She didn't really want to talk to anyone about the Asterismos thing going on. It was too complicated, and she didn't even know what to make of it. She just smiled. "I've been alright. Mostly just worried about Kurt," she said. "How about you? I like your hair today, by the way. It's really nice."

Dani offered Rachel a smile. "I´ve been...pretty awful." She then answered honestly. It probably wasn´t what Rachel wanted to hear, but if she had learned one thing with Kurt going missing it was that life was too short to bottle it all up. "But...it´s been getting better. Hey, you know what? I´ve got a familiar now." She had already taken off her coat, but now she peeled up her shirt to reveal the tattoo on her ribs. At Rachel´s compliment she smiled again. "Thank you. I usually like to put a touch of color in it. Brightens those awfully dark days."

Rachel reached over to squeeze Dani's arm. "I do understand that," she said. She smiled when she saw the tattoo on Dani's ribs. "Dani! No way! Congratulations! Have you named them yet?" she asked. "I can't wait to get my familiar. I'm sad it's taken me so long. I wonder what it'll be..."

Dani glanced down at where Rachel was squeezing her arm and she smiled. It felt good to open up to her, even if it was just a little bit. "Well he´s a sassy orange cat, so I´ve naturally named him Fiyero," She replied with a laugh. "I´m sure you´ll get something really cool. And graceful. Marley said hers in a bird, which I find really fitting." It only took another moment for Mr. LeBeau to return with two sewing needles, which he had placed in a small box. "Here you go, girls." He nodded. "Normally I´d have to charge you for these," He then added, "But since this is to find Kurt I´ll make an exception."

Rachel gave a bright smile when Dani told her her familiar's name. "Fiyero! I love that! Wicked is one of my favourite shows!" she said "Poppy is so cute. I'd be lucky to get a lovely familiar like Marley's," she told her. She took the box from Professor LeBeau and ran a hand over it. "Thank you. We really appreciate this. Kurt will be back with us in no time, I know it."

Dani smiled, glad that someone had recognized her Wicked reference. She hadn't doubted that Rachel would though. “I love it too. Maybe we could go see it some time?” She suggested, watching as Rachel took the box. Dani felt a twinge of excitement, they were definitely on the right track! “Alright, come on,” she turned to the Professor, thanking him, before slipping her coat back on and offering her arm to Rachel.

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againstthegrainphoto · 7 years ago

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First off. I my uncle died on friday. I’ve been silent on the issue. Is it bad I mourn for my mom and his might as well be wife? Not so much him. He spent his life ruining it with drinking and smoking and bad choices that negatively affected those around him. He waited until he couldn’t talk before going to get a fucking TUMOR even assessed by a doctor. and didn’t even sign himself up for medicare until his brother basically did it for him after the “discovery” of the tumor. What do you mean he had throat cancer? I thought 60 years of smoking is good for you?!?!*shock* My heart breaks for my mom and his wife(ish). I am really worried that the wife(ish) is going to be like “well he gave up, so i might as well too”.....like even if it’s not a conscious thought or decision....maybe especially if its not. ya know? the whole situation just sucks.

People are so shitty to each other. So shitty. Like, I’m a not-really-participating-member of the “beauty community” or whatever you want to call it. But I am a fairly large consumer of the beauty world. I have a fucking addiction to makeup. I love it. I want it. I collect it. I spend way too much money on it. I buy it for my friends. I buy it for me. I buy it for my family. And I like to keep up on the front cutting edge of what’s happening and what’s new and what’s available and what is the very best product. I also can’t afford to purchase every high end makeup release, but I do like watching and hearing others opinions about them. It’s just sad to see that the more widely viewed/available/posting reviewers are such shady, backhanded, backstabbing people. And not just that, but fucking FAKE. their videos and such are so positive and good looking, but if you follow them in any other form they show they are such fake ass drama creating bullshit. not to name names, but I literally cannot stand jacylin hill or laura lee or nikki tutorials and thier fucking boring ass makeup and annoying high school personalities....yet they have their own fucking palettes? how are these people the ones that get their fucking name on the make up?? why don’t companies choose people with an ounce of creativity?!??! I’m not saying I love and adore jeffree star....but goddamn he makes cool original and creative products. I also am not a fan of kat von d......but if you make a fucking stunning product...I will buy it. (re: saint/sinner palette.......so far worth every penny....i love it....and really if you do the math you’re paying like $2.60 per shadow in that thing.....totally better than the serpentina palette I talk shit about every chance I get...).....Seeing them as so annoying makes watching their videos close to impossible because you develop such a hatred for them and who they are.

This halloween I had such a hard time stomaching all the bullshit that was being passed around regarding children’s costumes. In my mind I really do think that there is a line...and it’s not THAT gray.....between being disrespectful to a culture (ie “cultural appropriation”) and having an appreciation of a culture. Example: I shared an article about a Chilkat robe that was returned to alaska. I do not believe that having it hung in their house was WRONG. and I feel like I should have clarified this when I shared the article instead of just saying that I appreciated it. What I really appreciated was that an ORIGINAL FUCKING ARTIFACT was returned to its origin to be kept and studied and passed on for the heritage. Hanging native alaskan art I do not believe is wrong. FYI THEY FUCKING SELL IT. YOU CAN PURCHASE IT WHEN YOU GO THERE. THE NATIVE ARTISTS MAKE MONEY THIS WAY. THEY WANT YOU TO BUY IT AND HANG IT ON YOUR FUCKING WALLS. Hanging native american art in your house and admiring it’s beauty IS NOT FUCKING CULTURAL APPROPRIATION. Now what I do believe is not so great would be emphasizing things of a culture that are cliche or negative. Like dressing up as say like a Muslim terrorist for halloween.....That I believe is wrong. Most Muslims are not terrorists........you dressing up as that for halloween is not appreciating their culture...it’s you being part of the problem by promoting the idea that terrorists are Muslim and Muslims are terrorists......but your child wanting to dress up as Mulan or...what was it this year? Moana? right? like there was press about making sure your fucking 6 year old isn’t allowed to dress up as her. I do not think that is not cultural appropriation. The only reason why they would want to dress up like this is because they think this character is the greatest thing ever and want to be them. That is appreciation. And most likely they have zero regard for what color their hero’s skin is. It’s so horrible for a white little girl to want to be Pocahontas or Mulan but how many little not-white little girls wanted to be Ariel or Belle? or Aurora? AND STILL DO TO THIS DAY? no one talks about them? They should not be limited to only wanting to be the princess of their own skin color!! none of the children should. That’s how you fucking START racism is it not?? Jesus christ. I maybe pale as fuck......but just for the record I am a papered and registered native. Like I literally carry a card and have multiple certificates certifying that I am native. Like there is question to even whether or not “eskimo” is a negative slur now apparently. But that’s what my goddamn papers say I am. God I’m just so over all this “cultural appropriation” bullshit we are inundated with every goddamn day. We are all fucking humans. Let us (and children especially) appreciate what we personally like.

Moving on in this word spewing of views that I’m sure some of you don’t agree with.

Fucking sexual assault. Another thing I am so goddamn over right now. Does it need to stop? Fucking yes it does. Some of the things coming out of the woodwork are absolutely appalling. But the problem lies with.....well...THE LIES. Just like a dude is totally capable of sexually assaulting a girl....a girl is totally capable...if not even more capable...of lying about a dude assaulting her. And regarding this within the music scene.....Is there ARE groupies. There are tons and tons of fucking crazy fans out there. I’ve seen them with my own eyes. They’ve left weird comments on my own photos. And that’s partially the problem is that we believe an half crazed girl who says “*insert any talented hack with a bit of fame behind their name here* sexually assaulted me!!!” over any other facts. And if we don’t believe her we are “victim shaming”....Unfortunately, I have seen those that are crazy enough to say something like this to get a bit of fame. I have seen the girl who vaguebooks every goddamn day. I have seen the girl who fucks her way up the social ladder.....it’s only a matter of time before she’ll start claiming “abuse”. Do I think every case is fame fueled, career damaging, revenge for not paying attention to a fan, bat shit crazy bitch claiming sexual assault?....no. not at all. There are fucking disgusting dudes out there making music and have been proven time and time again that they are exactly what they are shown to be: sexual predators. I’m not going to name names.....but I know a couple names that come to the top of my mind. One never had my support......I mean you just can NOT have a target audience with an average age of 12 and have lyrics about “liking it better on the floor” and “make you wanna fuck all night” and “she sucks me till it snows, i’ll fuck her face so hard”.....I”M SORRY. NO. I’m getting pissed off just looking up these fucking horrible lyrics. fucking talentless joke of a human being. I also personally witnessed this person show his full ass to a crowd of fucking 12 year olds. Pretty sure that’s frowned upon and why the spd were out by his bus after the show. Of course....obviously....nothing serious came of it and it was swept under the rug. The other....just makes me sad. His own words were his own conviction. Calling out and berating girls while confessing his less than innocent relations with them in a public form seen by thousands. girl. bye. So it’s totally not that sexual assault doesn’t happen in the music scene.....but I’ve literally seen more fucking batshit crazy bitches than I have seen sexual preditors. I just feel like no one takes an objective view of it??? it’s all “SHE WAS ASSAULTED!!!! HE DESERVES HIS CAREER RUINED AND DEATH!!!”....no one is listening to the accused in these cases. it’s all a fucking head hunt......I’m seriously concerned for the band decapitation. they’ve been stuck out of their home country for months now. their band is ruined. their reputations are ruined. and unless they ACTUALLY fucking gang raped this spokane girl......well...their lives as they know it are over regardless.....if they actually did rape her then their lives are actually over and they get what they deserve.....BUT so much inconsistencies???....and one of the girls was pulled over for dui?....and is it really going to boil down to whether or not the girl gave consent?....I mean who can be the judge of that??? it’s all going to be on her word.....and she has a documented history of providing false information to the police before??.....christ....what a shitshow......so far the only musician that I can 100% back up the ruining of his career and his death is ian watkins from lostprophets. that dude can die and then fucking rot in purgatory....hell is too good for him.

moving on.

My local scene. my peeps. muh regulars. The division amongst them the past few months has been sad to me. The solidarity that we had a year ago is gone for good. I really don’t think it’s ever coming back. it’s like it got divorced. What’s funny is while I am a part of this group.....I am not TRULY a part of it. even though I consider it my own. I actually have very few friendships within this group, sure I’m facebook “friends” with all these people. But I am more a documenter of this subculture. yeah I look and like and dress the part. yeah I’m at most the events. yeah people are beginning to recognize me without me having ever met them. But but my true real connections are very few. Am I sad about this? no. not at all. I am 120% ok with this. By being someone who is basically outside looking in.......I can see things perhaps others don’t see. Some of the most “popular” people in this crowd........they are not the most beautiful people. And this has nothing to do with appearance. We are goth. We are all beautiful on the outside. But that just means I will avoid them. Basically if I avoid you.....that means I see you as a either negative input in my life and I don’t want it or I am unsure of how you feel about me. If I make an effort to spend time with you....that means I see you as a positive energy and I’ll take all I can get. lol. Honestly though. it’s like the cool photographer’s club.....the same people. at the same shows. every time. I don’t need it. I don’t need others approval. I don’t take photos for others. I take photos for me. if others enjoy them. that’s cool. But they’re for me. it’s like my image journal and/or catalogue of all the cool shit i’ve seen in my life. all the songs i’ve heard. My boss was all “I went to a concert once”......I’m like.....I’ve been to four in the past week and I’m drowning in photos. I think it’s bullshit to do free photos for national touring artists then charge the locals to even take photos. that’s being part of the problem. What new good bands are there? Everything happening right now is shit from the mid 2000s if not earlier. in the past like 18 months or so i’ve seen genitorturers, my life with the thrill kill kult, lords of acid, combichrist, christian death, incubus, jimmy eat world, wednesday 13, pig, orgy/julien k, iron maiden, gwar, vertical horizon, everclear, fastball, sabaton, eve 6, vanessa carlton, john 5, dope, lordi, powerman5000, pretty boy floyd, buckcherry, sebastian bach, opeth, faster pussycat, marilyn manson, slipknot, korn, rob zombie, 16 volt, tim skold, filter......HONESTLY the only newcomer with any staying power is fucking GHOST. which is why I’m even on this godforsaken site. Also in this moment might *MIGHT* have staying power....their show is pretty goddamn epic. It’s just not my thing though. I’m not into it. I mean....not gonna lie.....I liked the beautiful tragedy album.....when they played live they had screens with their logo on it and she was in a little yellow sundress and converse sneakers. Let me know if you want to see those photos. lolz. I laugh at those who photo for likes on facebook or instagram. it must be such a sad existence. A cool photog i’ve connected with recently is photoslavery...look her up......we have a lot of the same views on things and it’s refreshing to find another photog doing it for the fucking ART of doing it. also we use a similar arsenal of tricks.....which is funny......cause it’s a pretty unpopular/unknown?(doubtful)/unappreciated set up. But I obviously don’t listen to what’s known and popular. I heard a phrase the other day that just resonated with me....”too booked to be bothered”.....THAT IS ME. lol. I do not have time to be bothered by trivial things from irrelevant sources....

well I’ve been typing for ages. and I feel a bit better after I’ve vomited all this out. it’s been a rough few weeks.

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Her name is

By: Lu Inoue Summary

Every time we meet, his clothes were the same. At first, I was too small to understand and question, but as time went by I began to understand, I was fully aware that that nameless girl, no longer belonged to our world, something supernatural was in her. Notes:

Hello! This fanfiction is a very unusual proposition for being a completely alternative universe and approaching a supernatural theme. Whenever I read plots about Kenyako, I find common themes and I thought, why not dare? I tried to put the maximum feelings into each word, when I conclude the plot was very emotional. Much of the original life story of the characters can be kept here. I hope you enjoy the proposal, as much as I enjoyed doing it, I was moved, I hope you are moved too. Double story produced by LuInoue and LadyIchijouji

Affectionately made of Kenyako fans, for the lovers of this couple, we hope they still exist out there.

Enjoy reading. Kisses. Work Text:

Ken POV

When I was little I used to spend weekends in the mountains with Mom, Dad made a detective career and barley was home, and my older brother had died in a car accident wasn't much time.

Mom went into a critical depressive condition, leaving us apprehensive and afraid of being able to do something stupid, we took her to a doctor and he indicated that she should leave the house, have coexistence with nature. Although she obeyed his recommendations, the only one to walk by nature was me. She took medicine and fell asleep over the weekend.

The city of Hakone was our destination was the same throughout the weekend. There was an old lady who took chalet account where we staying, she took care of our food and comfort with great affection. With Mom off all day, didn’t me much choice but to walk through the village, knowing every corner of city.

I must admit that I was also struck by the early death of my older brother, I felt a feeling of emptiness in my heart and it hurt every time I thought of him. I wanted him to come back to us, our house was lonely, sad and empty without his enlightened presence, our days passed slowly, and worse than that, our mom and dad seemed lifeless. Every corner I looked at reminded me of our struggles and jokes, tears and laughter.

The lack I felt of him, made me see him everywhere. That day, as I was returning to the cottage, my child's mind was confused, I had the impression of seeing him standing at the entrance of a forest; He was smiling at me. I went to where he was, but he ran into the woods, didn't waste time, I ran after him, wishing my beloved brother would return.

Every step I took me more distanced from the village, called him several times and he did not listen to me, smiling ran among the trees, so I just penetrated me that kills. Suddenly he stopped leaning on a tree trunk, was about to reach it, but I fell into a trap for bear, holding my right leg.

My Kami! I was terrified that day! I found myself hiding amid dense flowers, a completely impossible place to be found by someone. A sense of panic took over my body, I started crying desperately, begging for help, even the chance of being found is void.

I was just a six year old boy, scared and hurt. To make matters worse my leg hurt too much, the blood flowed like a river, and the sharp tips edge of the trap were almost piercing the flesh. I screamed for my mother and for help, but seemed be isolated from the world, I had left now was wait for death to approach to take me to meet Osamu.

When despair and fatigue struck me, my movements began to be slower, the vision completely blurred. I could still see a girl in that grove, she wore a uniform summer school uniform, her skirt was green and white blouse, her hair was smooth and long at the waist, she wore round glasses. There were few characteristics that I could glimpse before passing, could be the angel who looked me up to the sky.

I don't know how long I was unconscious, I only know that when I woke up lying on a low mattress in a dark and scary place, blinked a few times trying to regain consciousness, I noticed that my leg was bandaged. I forced my gaze around that dark place looking for that girl, I could see a shimmering candle.

I looked startled at the girl in front of me, she must have been fifteen or sixteen. She offered me water in a kind of bowl, was very thirsty and I accepted. I closed my eyes again and remembered after waking up in the forest near the house where he was staying.

The sun was setting when I returned to the cottage, no one asked about the short that was on my leg, everything was normal. The next day, I went to the village to look for the girl, I require my mother for some coins and I went to the small and unique grocery store in the city, bought a candy, chose a beautiful box to put it inside.

The big problem was “how to find that girl?” The village was small but as we were at the weekend there was no school so we wouldn't have to wait for it on the way out.

I walked all morning searching, I saw many girls her age, but none with the same descriptions. I returned to the cottage near lunch, in the afternoon I continued to walk. After a few hours, I got a little tired and ended up sitting in a beautiful garden in the central square of the city.

The locals seemed to be there, but she was not among them, so I went back to where I was staying and the night we returned to our house in Tamachi.

I needed to find this girl somehow and thank her for helping me, I think the fixation of finding her in some corner of that little town ended up getting me out of my brother's loss.

I spent all week thinking about how find her, maybe she was very poor and lived alone in that cabin in the woods? It was a very strong hypothesis in my childish and adventurous mind.

When Friday arrived, my mother caught the subway to the place where I so hoped to go. I fixed my attention on the window and wondered what that girl would have in her head to live in the middle of the bush and in such a scary place. I was so excited about the idea of find her and thanking, I would have to buy another candy, obviously.

We arrived the early evening in the cottage, the old woman, waiting us with a delicious meal, we had dinner and went rest, the journey was long and tiring. My excitement was such that the next day I woke up just before the sun comes, but I had to stay in the yard, because there was movement non the city and could be dangerous go out alone at that time.

Time passed and the beautiful cleared day with a cloudless sky. I take my breakfast and follow my plan, I spent at the grocery store and bought a candy, chose a beautiful box and entered me in the woods looking for the girl who saved me. Imagine the danger, a child of six years in a dense forest and fraught with risk, could hurt me again like that day, only I wasn't worried, just I wanted to find that girl again.

Walking a little farther, I saw the old cabin that seemed to be his house. It was an old and very traditional wooden house, the paint still does not exist, the windows were dirty and broken, like something out of the feudal age. The silence hung in the air, being broken only by the bird's song. I swallowed a little saliva, approaching, a little frightened, but proud to have found this place.

I raised my hand to knock on the door, since it didn’t know who call, but before I hit the girl came of now here right next to me.

“You should not be here.” She whispered in the wind.

I stepped back a few steps back, completely startled by his sudden appearance, but on impulse stuck a hand into his pocket and I pulled out the box with the candy. She was front stop for me, the lines of his face were in a stern expression seemed even he did not like people, so maybe lived alone.

It was now or never, I extended the simple gift I had brought.

“I-I just wanted to thank you for helping me. I'm sorry for coming, accept it, please!” I offered and kept his head down, hoping she would accept, luckily I felt her cold hands, touching mine, to pick up the box.

“That's…” The girl whispered delighted with the box. “It's like this bring me some memory.”

“Maybe you've seen at the grocery store.”

“Grocery store?” She looked confused.

“It's in the city, you know?”

She was staring off for sometime and then returned to his stern expression before.

“Anyway, I'll take it, but I want you to get out of here, this forest is full of dangers. Go back to where you came from and don't look for me anymore.”

“Aren't you going to eat?” What I was doing, she scared me.

“Eat?”

“Yes, there is a candy, you maybe like it.”

“Eat...” She looked confused for the box, but opened and took the candy, seemed never seen in your life. When she ate, her face lit up. “This is amazing!”

“Never ate a candy before?”

“I don't know...” And looking at the box, as if she wished there were more.

“What's your name?” I asked and she still continued lost looking for the sweet box.

“Name?” She looked at me and blinked a few times. “I don't know...” But then his face darkened in a serious expression and she spoke sharply. “I know is that you should go back now. It's dangerous to stay here.”

I thought it best to obey, I made a reference as I said goodbye and turned my back. Looking at all those trees and that seemed like a maze to me, she seemed to read my mind.

“I'll take you out there!”

We follow through the woods, she led the way, still delighted with that silly box, like me being so young had found such grace was extremely cold, I was bundled up and still shaking lot, but she was not the same uniform and noticed that not wearing shoes.

“Don’t you feel cold?” I asked curious.

“No”. It was direct and dry. “Follow that way and come to where you came from, never enter here, this place is extremely dangerous.” She warned convincing me, turning his back and began to run, her hair billowing lavender and highlighting amid all that green.

“And it isn't dangerous to you?” I asked as loud as I could and she braked and parked in the same place.

“I'm the danger that inhabits this place, child!” Look at me over her shoulder.

After this day you must be thinking that I was scared to death and never came back, but you know what happens when you ask a child to stay away from the outlet or the fire? Well, I didn't obey and at the end of next week I went back to look for her and took more candies.

At first, she was unfriendly and aloof, but I had touched in his weakness that were sweet, so we started spending lot time together, I leave in the morning carrying an obento and spent all day exploring the forest, animals and places, but she didn't have a name, had no family, had nothing?

Meanwhile, mom seemed react positively, gradually stopped dope remedies and getting better. Thus, we began to go less often for that city, became twice a month, once a month, until getting to be from year to year and in that period I created a habit of writing daily to take my “friend of forest”.

To my twelve years I felt wonderful as that girl was happy to receive my daily to read, she said it was wonderful to see the world through my eyes, your taste for sweets was still great.

At thirteen, I started watching movies and reading books about supernatural creatures, I read all the content that I found, I even created a blog, with a false name, to write about it, and to receive stories.

At fourteen girls began to declare to me, they gave me chocolates, left little letters in my closet, then caught myself thinking that none of them were as interesting as the unnamed girl. She had all my thoughts. When Mom decided not go to that cottage, I announced that I would go without it.

At fifteen, I was there beside her and was still the same, as were so close and yet so far, then she looked at me seriously, after a whole day killing longing, and told me: “I don't want you to come here anymore. This has to be the last time.”

“If I had obeyed you, look at the many moments that we wouldn't live.”

“I know, I'm glad you didn't obey me, but now you're no longer a child and nothing can protect you.”

“Protect me from what?”

“From me...” She was extremely serious, like never seen before. “You have to promise me.”

“I can't”

“I don't want hurt you.”

“So don't hurt.”

“I can't control it.”

“I can find a way, I have studied about these things.”

“These things?” She asked confused.

“About supernatural creatures. Can you tell me what are you?”

“What I am?” She looked at the forest and then turned his expressive the amber eyes for me.

“Yes, because I've never seen a youkai wear glasses.” I made a joke.

“It doesn't scare you?” She asked looking me in the eyes.

“Your glasses? No, until I find a charm.” It was to be a silly joke, but that simple sentence made me feel as if all blood in my body had risen to my face.

“ You know what I'm talking about.” The orange colors of the afternoon, color her face and hair. “I'm a creature with no name, no past, which you know little. I read in his diary, I read in the books that brought me, people have names, surnames, they have a whole past, but I have nothing and I can't answer your question, I can't tell you what I am.”

“Doesn't matter. You're my friend. I found you when I lost someone very important to me and it wasn't see by my parents. You need not have helped me that day in the woods, but it helped. No matter who you're in life or what you have, but who you have...” And saw lower the barriers for a brief moment, stroked her cold face so close to mine. “And you have me now.” And I was taken from a boldness that didn't recognize me, and on an impulse I glued our lips in a tender kiss.

Her mouth was as cold as his skin, but she was surrendered, the wrapped my arms and my tongue urged passage between his lips, to my surprise she gave, the meeting between our languages has made a violent shock wave to travel by all over my body, certainly one of the best feelings I had ever felt in my life. We lost that soft kiss, wet, slippery.

She broke the kiss, completely stunned.

“IS DANGEROUS ... DON'T GO CLOSER TO ME, DON'T ENTER IN MY FOREST!” She started taking long steps back, was stunned. “YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND, DON'T UNDERSTAND YOU'RE NOT MORE CHILDREN, MORE CAN'T BE NEAR ME OR WILL BE DEVOURED AS OTHERS.”

“De-vou-red?” I repeated confused, as she turned and ran off, disappearing through the trees.

That was the last day I saw her. If I obeyed? Never, definitely, but every time I entered the forest, seemed to be going around in circles and ended up returning to the point where I entered. I started researching as much about her, I asked questions and more questions for almost everyone in the city, wanted to know if anyone else had seen, I discovered that I was spoken in the city, people thought I was crazy, these rumors have top us ears of my parents and they ended up forbidding me to go to that city.

I continued my research into supernatural beings and there wasn't a day when I wouldn't stop thinking about her, remembering this kiss, when she lowered her defenses for a moment and surrendered. I wasn't crazy, but everyone seemed to want to convince me. The result was that my grades fell heavily on the school, my parents were called, was referred to a psychologist who concluded that unnamed girl, creating my mind, to overcome the loss of my brother, Osamu, and neglect my parents. A cleaning was done in my room, books, materials, research, everything about the supernatural world was deleted, burnt, thrown away. I spent months medicated and treated as mentally ill.

At sixteen, I had already learned to play their games, they were never touched it and if someone touched I was saying that the unnamed girl was something my imagination and had already overcome. I learned to lie very well, only this way could hide my emotions and thoughts about it.

At seventeen, I finished school and graduated with honors, I was the speaker on graduation day, making everyone happy and proud. In another year, I started the preparatory course for the military academy. I was looking for a way to be able to return to that city and have the authority to ask about what I wanted without being labeled crazy. So I became an investigator.

Years passed, I took the whole course of the military academy, and the twenty-fourth I was an investigator of the Tokyo police. I lived alone in an apartment downtown, without my parents being able to say anything, I returned with all my research on the supernatural, so that I had a room full of them, for what was my secret, all my days off And time was dedicated to my studies, I knew she was there in that place, you know that even saying no, I had to go back.

I just didn't know how to get back in that city, I had not found a concrete reason. In fact, it was painful to remember the laughter and debauchery of those people, obvious that many years passed, but still... When I had lost a little hope, my partner Motomiya Daisuke, came with a newspaper and it contained the news of the disappearance of young graduates, exactly in that forest. That was a sign, it was time to go back to that city and find her again.

I've never been so excited to investigate a case.

Daisuke had become almost a brother to me, he noticed my excitement and began to ask until just telling whole story, to my surprise he believed or pretended very well, but ended up sweeping enough with the case and had the idea of calling a friend ours, Joe Kido, to make a sketch of the girl, as she was wearing a uniform we would find in a school record.

Having the drawing in hand, we set out on the same day to the town, arriving at night, staying in the same cottage years ago, but one elderly lady was no longer but a much younger girl. The next morning we started our investigations, luckily the people there didn't appear to have recognized me, let Daisuke in the library, reading the books yearbooks and went to the city from the grocery store buy something to eat.

The candy’s were especially beautiful that day, I couldn’t resist buying some, but the most beautiful I chose and ordered a small beautiful box, the most beautiful of all. After so many years I went back to that forest, nothing changed, everything was still the same. I walked to the wooden house, picked it up everywhere without a sign, went out and kept walking in circles in the woods, with every tree I went through, my heart racing, wanting to get out of my chest, hoping that she reprimand me, but unfortunately it didn’t happen, I came back, disappointed, to the same place that I entered.

I sighed ruefully, pulling the little box out of my pocket, running my fingertips over every detail, imagining his beautiful smile at the sight of that little present. I placed a kiss on it and placed it at the foot of one of the trees, “wherever you are, accept this, please.” I left, head down, defeated, with bold tears burning in my eyes, blurring my vision and rolling down my face without permission.

I raised my head wiping tears, a person was in front me, specifically, was the lady of the small grocery store, the same as years sell me those candies and places them in beautiful boxes for me.

“Please only you can stop this!” Her voice was desperate, and her facial expression.

“What? What're you talking about?” I was stunned, shook my head a few times.

“You were just a little boy isn't? Befriended the demon inhabiting this forest, took the candy from my shop for her, as an offering…”

“She's not a demon, lady. The sweets weren't offerings, were present!”

“Is it really you. I knew it was Kami who sent back.”

“Years ago I begged for someone tell me, confirmed that there was, yes, someone in the woods and this town laughed at my face, called me crazy and you knew and didn't speak?”

“I was afraid, everyone who knew not laughing at you, just stuff or fear, but now she is uncontrollable. Before a young man died a year but now has been many, it's the largest hunger. She doesn't leave the forest, but know how to attract them, but at that time you were already a teenager in perfect age to be devoured, but it doesn't devoured you…”

“Calm lady. Who is she and how will devour. The person I met only sweets devoured…”

“There is an old legend that a schoolgirl was killed in this forest, but before she was humiliated and violated the worst forms, her body was never found, his murderers were never found in the same year the men of the city, above fifteen years, were disappearing one by one and only his clothes were found in the forest entrance.”

“You're saying...”

At this point Daisuke arrived with a yearbook in hand.

“I found your girl!” He smiled victorious, showing the photo of the girl, comparing with the drawing.

Was her.

“Inoue Miyako, 17. 1986. School graduation.”

I pulled the yearbook out of Daisuke's hands, began to read all his information, finding out what his aptitudes were, plans for college, her likes. I was amazed at everything, and from that discovery, we reviewed all the old newspapers with notices containing that name.

We were a long time the afternoon looking for information and when we met seemed to me what exactly happened what the lady said. A day before his graduation Inoue went to school, had arrived some computers and she was the only person in town who knew touching the device. Of course, thirty one years ago, computers were rare, especially in a small town. She installed the programmed and taught some as used, but disappeared on the way home and was never seen again.

“Wait a minute, man. So you're saying you believe the legend which the grocery aunt tell you?”

“Daisuke, I met this photo girl 'Inoue Miyako.'. She doesn't know your name, don't remember the past, but it isn't aged. How could I not believe?” I exalted showing the picture. “It's her, but she doesn't know, has no memories.”

“My grandfather used to say that when a person sells his soul to the devil she loses her memories and is in charge it.” I scared his voice Iori calm behind me, but what?!

“What are you doing here?”

“I'm off duty and called to mark something, Daisuke said you came to hunt your ghost girlfriend, thought it might be interesting!”

“I'm here too.” I looked to the other end and found Takeru carrying a huge backpack. “I walked the city and recorded the maximum of testimony on the case. Guys, this will give a wonderful book, I'll be famous. Twilight is better than you and your demon girlfriend, man-eater.”

“She's not my girlfriend, not a demon... And Daisuke it was supposed to be secret!” I talked about killing the redhead.

“Sorry guy, but when I saw it was true I couldn't resist and had to share with friends!” Daisuke if defended with his mouth full of donuts.

“But all this euphoria of your friends will result in a large-scale tragedy.” Everyone looked where the voice came from and ran the grocery store. “Your friends researching and flaunting, have made the people stop ignoring, now they want to fight back.”

“Hit back? As well?” They ask all together.

“The people of the city is meeting to go hunting the demon and kill her.” Her face so grim.

“And why did it only now?” Takeru asked curious.

“Because now they have something that she'll want to appear to protect …”

And everyone looked at me.

“Holy shit!” Daisuke blasphemed, already putting his hand to his gun I automatically did the same, as well as our friends, but we heard the sound of several trees moving and weapons being cocked.

“Be quiet, if you don't want to die.” A tall, bearded man emerged from behind one of the trees, ordering abruptly. “Momoe, go home!” He turned to the lady at the grocery store.

“This isn't right!” She whimpered.

“Momoe, that thing in the woods isn't her younger sister. We have to put an end to it.”

“Putting the lives of the innocent at risk?” Protested the elderly, called Momoe.

“It's the only way. Get her out here.” The man screamed and others came and began to take the elderly away from us.

“Tell her name, make her remember! This will freedom!” She went out and dragged screaming at me... The creature by name.

A group of people surrounded us, rendering us hostage and taking our weapons cowardly manner. No other way out we had to go into the forest along with the other men of the city, also had very angry women, some crying the death of their children, crying out for justice.

“Being called a sick freak was the best that ever happened you in these parts, preppy!” A fool mocks my face.

“Stay knowing that I'm investigator, they will get into trouble for it.” I answered without thinking.

“It's worth nothing now... Let's tie it in that tree.” One of men suddenly threw me against the tree.

They tied me up with thick ropes in a tree and said they wouldn't gag me because they wanted her hear my cries. My friends were paralyzed with fear, I confess was also terrified, but not so much for the torture they intended to do with me, I was afraid for her if would come and certainly, there were many of them and…

“Hey bitch! Come, let your boyfriend will die like this? “ And the same who shouted, started giving me several punches in the belly, then the face, making me spit blood and an older man took his place and began to shove bamboo under my fingernails and it was impossible not scream so much pain. My God, this is one of the worst methods of torture there.

“How will be doll? Will let him die? All right, we got all night, let's cut bit by bit and stop this for you!” He gave an insane laugh while Takeru just swooning to imagine the scene. “So handsome, which want to lose first, the right eye or the left?”

My body was aching too, his hands trembled in spasms because of injuries made by bamboo. Rather, be tortured to death and it appears they killed in front of me. I was about to be hit again when a huge beast jumped over the bastard, pulling her head, leaving me drenched with blood. Others panicked, didn't know if they ran or fired, the beast gave recoil in weapons leaving their helpless opponents while they scattered and she came out on the trail, this leaves Daisuke took advantage and grabbed the guy's knife had his head torn off dropping me.

“We have to get out there before this thing comes back.” He hardly had the strength to speak.

“I can't leave her.” I said between moans of pain, tearing bamboos of my nails.

“Are you crazy man? Do saw the size of that thing? You saw the prey?” Daisuke tried to pull me along. Iori was running in front with Takeru back when both were shot down by it.

“Don't hurt them!” I screamed and she looked at me, his eyes were fluorescent greenish, quite scary, growled loudly at me. “Don't hurt them, They didn't want to be here, please.

The beast left my friends and they took to hide among the trees. She began to walk slowly toward me and when I was next was more frightening, much more than the images I saw. Blood and drool dripped from his mouth dripping to the floor, she sniffed me to recognize my scent and began to turn, I finally stood before her again.

The pain disappeared, was wobbly legs and heart racing. I felt so much, it was hard to believe she was in front me again.

“Now you know...” whispered with tears streaming down her face and I approached. “No! I don't want you see it, don't want it that way, but that's what I'm since I can remember. Get out while there is time.”

“No!” I approached more, she was trembling and my friends were unbelievers, Takeru woke and let out a pulled “really?”. “Go away!” I shouted to them. “I don't want to leave you.”

“How beautiful!” The bearded man appeared, pointed a gun.

“You know you can't kill me with this, right?” She faced.

“I know, but I can kill someone you love!” He smiled sarcastically taking a shot at me.

Everything happened in slow motion, I looked at my chest and blood flowed for him, she shouted my name, so that echoed through the forest and soon gave way to a loud roar and transformed beast she tore into thousand pieces. I felt take down on the ground, as if whole weight of my body had vanished, leading to nothing.

“Ken ...” I heard her voice calling me softly. “You didn't deserve it, I should never have come back to see me.” Took my face in his hands. “I'm nothing, I have nothing, no name I have, but you had everything...”

“Miyako...” The pain and pressure in my chest prevented me from talking, breathing. Nothing else mattered, I just wanted her remember.

Completely stunned, bent down very close to my mouth.

“What?”

“Miyako! Inoue Miyako... You had a life, family, three brothers, friends who loved you, was smart, stood out much in the notes, understand the technology...”

She looked at me deeply, seeming to remember all your life. His body began to emit an extremely bright light and lay down on my wounded body, touching our sources, so I could see so many memories of his life. Childhood, the jokes, the crushes, fights with brothers, work in the store, the passion for electronics and limited technology at the time.

She had her little group of friends, his best friend was a boy named Izumi Koushiro together both reactivated a small radio studio and began broadcasting for whole city turns giving local news, sending passionate messages in a program they called “romantic anonymous”. She loved music, loved to talk and present programs.

Then his group of friends formed by Tachikawa Mimi, who was the daughter of the mayor and presented the cooking show, bringing a recipe every day, Yagami Hikari who was shy and liked photographs wasn't part of the presentations, but was always helping as could, along with his brother, Yagami Taichi, was due to bring news and commentary about football, Takenouchi Sora talked about male and female fashion and the music program was in charge of a boy named Ishida Yamato, which also had a small band.

Life was simple in that small town, but lively and happy, she had many dreams and one of them was to go to Tokyo to live in turmoil and see the life happen really wanted to study in the faculty of technological sciences.

His family had just opened a grocery store in the city, where she and her siblings worked together. One day Miyako had an idea to make boxes decorated to put the candies sold at first the sisters were against, thought that a small candy was something very ridiculous to give someone, then how stubborn he was put his idea into practice itself and burst, the students began to buy and let in the closets of your loved ones. The thing exploded in such an unexpected way that the sisters have become the boxes decorated, even his brother, but in secret and one day his friend Yamato, sheepishly arrived at the store and after looking at five hundred nonsense, addressed her and asked.

“Hey Miya, this idea of the boxes was yours?”

“Of course it was, my sisters only think of expensive gifts and my brother is an ogre.”

“I HEARD THIS!” Mantarou, her older brother, shouted from their Store background.

“If you won something, I would be very happy? Understand the message, you know it ...” The blond seemed be a disaster with feelings.

“She'll love it. I have one here that is the face of Sora-chan.” She has said choosing a box.

“I didn't say ... I... That so in the face like that?” He asked sheepishly.

Miyako nodded and they both laughed, after a few days friends started dating.

That was the last year of Miyako in that city, she was finally going to Tokyo and follow your dreams, set the last time the stereo system to the prom the next day, helped us test the Yamato band, watched the last game Taichi was photographed along with the class, for Hikari, chose her dress for the graduation party.

When packed the new boxes she had done with her sisters, she wondered how much wanted to win one, but it was an irony of fate that many couples were formed because of her idea, but she herself still unmarried. The phone rang the taking of his reverie, was the new computer that had come to school and only she knew and Izumi how move, but only in his house had phone.

Lively, swallowed breakfast, put on his uniform, took the bicycle, said goodbye the family and left. The streets greeted several acquaintances. She arrived at the school, full of animation, in a short time had already assembled the computer and left ready to be used, he explained how worked, obviously something very same basic. When she finished, his stomach already announced that was time for lunch.

When it was his bike found a box, those of your store, along with a note.

“You know who I am? Meet me in the clearing at noon.”

It was all she wanted, would form and would leave that city, but for those who might have come back.

When she reached the clearing there was no one. She waited for a while, but began to feel stupid, wrong, when the tears began to fall from her face felt it was time to leave, but found herself surrounded by the worst kids in town. They laughed and mocked her, but why? I had never done anything to them. Not to remember, she tried to remember, but nothing came to her in mind, tried to escape, ran among the trees trying to hide, but it was useless and the worst things happened to her, something as cruel as she could never have foreseen nor his worst nightmares.

I was appalled and shocked by everything that happened to her. She didn't have the same fate as I that day to find someone who could save, was on the verge of death after a full day being tortured and humiliated, left amid naked and bloody forest. She no longer feel anything, just wasn't sure she had done nothing to deserve it all.

“ I can make you forget all about it and do justice, just tell me your name.”

A strange voice spoke in his ear. The proposal was incredibly tempting and at that time it was in didn’t think twice, would do whatever was necessary to forget everything, then gathered her last strength and gave his name creature who proposed him, signing a pact, losing their memories in exchange for doing away with those who tortured him.

(...)

I opened my eyes to face the amber teary Miyako.

“I'm sorry... You don't deserve it...” I whispered, my heart was in pieces, much more than the shooting pain. She was so young and full of energy, contagious people, united all was dreamy and intelligent, had done nothing to anyone, but I think that cruelty doesn't choose on merit.

“Everything will be fine now. You gave my name, my memory returned. I was happy, I was loved, I had many good friends, know that you leave me alone...”

The sun began to shine and its rays came timidly through the leaves of trees, my friends were still there in the same position looking at us.

“Miyako-chan?” The voice Momoe called. “You can rest in peace now.”

“You... Those little boxes? Did you know.” Miyako asked excitedly.

“Yes onee-chan, I always knew... I love you. We all suffer much without you here, but now you can go where you truly deserve.”

“Onee-sama... Thank you... I love you ...”

“What's going? “ My friends asked in unison.

The Miyako body began to turn into little sparks of light. I had no strength to hold it, couldn’t lift a finger to touch her.

“Thank you Ken-kun. I felt lot things when I brought that box first. You've been a very brave little boy and became an amazing man, I'm sorry I was so...”

“Don't leave me here. I not want to be in a world where you aren't. I love you. I love you very much, Miyako-san.”

“I love you too.” She kissed me and this time there was heat, very hot, I no longer felt more pain, not cold, not afraid, all was light.

I had light perception to hear my friends crying for me, but the parting is always difficult even sure that they know that this was all that I wanted most.

There're many ways to live next to someone you love and some aren't exactly conventional ways. I returned her name and she gave me the world, forever at her side, the beauty of the wilderness, on the opposite side of the veil, where the pain is gone. Her name was Inoue Miyako, the girl I loved when't even know what love was.

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