#while burning her after she gets slashed and stuff

[yandereunsolved]

Yandere self aware Maegor—burn the book and escape to another country (requested)

cw(s): yandere themes, misogyny, violence, and a breeding fixation

Yandere Maegor became aware of your presence early on in his childhood. It was some time after his eighth name day. He had just stabbed to death a palfrey. The poor thing only lightly kicked him while spooked. Just then he heard a sort of gasp and turned his gaze to the sky. It felt like he was looking through a watery veil. He could see your face, your surroundings, and your fingers gripping onto what looked like a book of some sort. 

A stable boy came running towards him after hearing the pained screeches of the animal. In that moment the connection was broken as the watery veil disappeared and he was left staring upward with a new feeling sprouting within his soul. It was red hot and made his chest ache. He wanted you back to soothe the pain, but the damn stableboy took you away from him. 

The boy broke your connection.

So he slashed the stableboy's face in half and let him writhe in agony on the grassy field. That was Maegor's first taste of you. His first taste of exploring the darkest recesses of his desire, all thanks to you. He couldn't get enough, and he needed more. It is his right. 

Yandere Maegor was betrothed to Lady Ceryse Hightower and thought it was the perfect time to try to reconnect with you. Throughout the years, he has seen glimpses and even heard your name being spoken by someone else. That should have been him! This was his time to make you need him in every way, just as he needs you.

For many nights he treated himself to his newlywed spouse's body. He would have her covered in sweat and exhausted, and still he would go. He knew it pleased you to some extent. He always refused to look into his wife's eyes during this time because his head was trained upwards, staring at you. 

He always saw you during those times. That's why he was so insistent to constantly drag his wife to bed. It was like some gateway that was always open when he was inside of her.

Still, that bitch remained bare. Full of his seed, and she still couldn't produce any heirs. Worthless woman. He would scoff any time she tried to initiate. What gives her the right? She hasn't earned it.

Yandere Maegor was never one to stuff his head into books and frolick around like a pansy. That was the detestable lifestyle his half-brother Aenys lived. Still, his scarred hands found their way to dusty old scrolls that even the maesters forgot of. He learned of a strange phenomenon some Targaryens experienced. They had deemed it to be 'naejot ūndegon aōla' (to see yourself).

A certain awareness that very few had every scrapped the surface of. Dreamers were more likely to have such a revelation? ability? He couldn't find much information on it, considering the chance to study this anomaly was a rarity. 

He asked Aenys and he knew nothing. Typical.

Yandere Maegor dedicated his extra time to trying to reach out to you. He knew sex was one way to reach you. He really didn't want to touch a woman every time he wanted to interact with you. The both of you would never get any alone time. Not to mention the fact that it is quite hard to hear someone over long drawn-out moans. 

So he would meditate. He would lock himself in an isolated place for days just for a chance to see your visage once again.

He had minimal luck.

Yandere Maegor seemed to only marry women with cursed wombs. Bedding anyone was a way for him to see you, but bedding his wives had a ninety-percent success rate for being able to see you. Still, he needed an heir and was left without one. 

Was this a sign? He took it as one.

No one could change his mind on it.

You had been specially made for his seed. If you were unable to bare children due to your anatomy, he could—would find a way. You were meant for him. It was no wonder that no one else could satisfy him as you could.

You made him crazed without a touch. A feat no one but you achieved.

Yandere Maegor still felt as if you were the one after learning of his third wife's betrayal. She cursed his potential heirs! He doubts she could have cursed you. You are incredibly unique. Someone who is one of a kind.

So he uses his dead wife's book on sorcery and potions to interact with you bit by bit. He's astonished that he is in written text but is also thankful, as that is incredibly advantageous for him. He flips pages and changes the text. He dares to reach out to you through the pages and gently caress whatever part of you he is able to get ahold of. 

It's pure bliss for him, pure horror for you.

Yandere Maegor will find a way into your world. He will bring you into his. He will find a way to concoct a potion of vitality for you both. Although you seemingly do not age by much in his eyes. You are just as stunning as the first time he saw you. There's so much lost time to make up for.

[bluemusickid]

Scripted Hearts: Illusions in the Spotlight

Pairing: Young Actor!Joel Miller x Original!Fem!Reader

Series Warnings: 18+, fluff, a little angst, joel being joel, smut, smut, p in v sex, a lil slow burn, unprotected p in v (don't be sillyyyy wrap your willyyyyy), masturbation, oral sex (m and f receiving), rough sex, dom/sub dynamics (maybe), soft sex, MINORS DNI

A/N: And here it is! The first chapter! I'm so excited to share this story with y'all; I wished to write something for quite some time and this idea popped into my head. It is going to be a slow burn for some time, but don't worry; I shall smut it up very soon! Hope you enjoy!

Likes are appreciated, reblogs are encouraged. Enjoy!

Chapter 1

LOS ANGELES, APRIL (2017)

"AND CUT!" a voice bellowed from the microphone, breaking the pin drop silence on the set, as assistants and spot boys rushed in the shot, trying to reset the scene.

You make your way to your trailer, sighing deeply. Today had been a challenge to say the least. The scene just wasn't happening, and it felt like even after a 100 takes, there was no progress. Lena, your director, was thankfully very patient when it came to explaining, and then re-explaining the scene and the motivation behind your character.

You couldn't concentrate. Because how could you? Your fucking ex had gone and stuck his penis in a Victoria's secret model, and TMZ was tailing your ass after that bad, bad split pretty much every day. You half expected them to break into your house just to get an exclusive.

You replayed the entire "emergency" meeting in your head, cringing every time you remembered what your next steps had to be.

"I'll be honest, Ana." your agent, Carla sighed. "It's not looking good. Your breakup has become an absolute shitshow." 

You scoffed. Like it wasn't obvious already. 

"I understand. But what I don't get is why everyone is making a big deal about this. Shit like this happens every other day; a couple gets together, they do lovey-dovey couple stuff for their instas, and then they have an 'amicable split'. It's literally a routine at this point." you said, taking a sip of your coffee, as you rubbed your eyes tiredly. 

Carla slanted her eyes, taking in your words. 

"But the rest of the couples, my love, aren't A-listers, are they?" Sighing, she sat down in front of you, waiting a beat before saying, 

"We are so close to you getting that Emmy nom. We can't fuck this up because of a stupid guy who couldn't handle his hormones! You need to focus and get serious about this plan!" she exclaimed, waving her hands around in frustration. A RaDa graduate, well on her way to probably getting an EGOT and yet, Carla couldn't fathom how dense you could be sometimes. 

"The plan being?" your bored voice echoed through the room. 

Your team was silent, everyone looking at one another for a minute as you literally feel the unease spread through the air. This was NOT going to go down well with you. 

"Well? Spill it!" 

"You're gonna have to be in a PR relationship." Andre, your PA, bluntly put it. 

You could feel your eyebrows raise involuntarily, face twisting into a grimace. There was no way they said what they just did, you must have hallucinated it.

"I have to do WHAT?!" you exclaimed coldly, unable to keep the frigidity from seeping in. 

"Ok, calm down. It's just for a little while. Think about it as a short term...friendship slash situationship sorta deal. The best part? More publicity, more money, and more traction towards your dream of the EGOT status." 

You weren't an idiot, you could practically smell the manipulation from miles away. But it went against your principles. If there was one thing you prided yourself upon, it was that you were able to stick to your moral compass in spite of being a part of such a tough and cutthroat industry; one which had the power to corrupt and pull you away from your goals and ambitions. 

Sighing deeply, you turned your back to your team, pouring yourself a strong drink.  You needed some time; rather a LONG time to think this through .

NEW YORK , APRIL (2017 ) 

"Ok, take it away, whenever you're ready." the bored casting director drawled; more interested in the danish on his desk rather than the man in front of him.

Joel took a deep breath before he launched into the monologue, his eyes glazing over as he let the words wash over him; the character taking root in his very being.

Just as he was about to reach the crescendo, a casting director cleared his throat, raising his hand.

"Ok, that was great. Thanks for coming in, we'll let you know."

Walking out of the audition room, Joel felt his heart sinking, yet again. He wasn't stupid, he knew what that meant, and quite frankly, he was tired of it. He was tired of the mediocrity of it all, and audition after audition where all he got at most were callbacks, only for someone else to be chosen.

Wearily, he made his way to his agent's office, ready to be told some negative news, yet again. Joel didn't call himself a pessimist, nor was he delusional enough to call himself an optimist. A realist, a pragmatist is what his peers would call him as well.

And realistically? His goodwill and his patience was wearing thin. He could see his return to Austin quite close, closer than he would have liked; but he had to be honest to himself. He was running out of money, and he would die before continuing working at the hellhole people called a restaurant.

Plopping himself on his agent, Becky's couch, he started mindlessly scrolling his instagram. Random celebrity wedding, some kid much younger than him gaining insane popularity, blah, blah, blah. Just as he was about to scroll higher, a breakup post caught his eye.

OOH, it's about to get MessE! Sources say that Ana Sharma and Harvey Murray's bitter breakup happened due to a certain Victoria's Secret model! 👀 Link in bio for more details!

Damn, Joel thought to himself. A woman like her, and this jackass had the audacity to cheat on her? What he wouldn't give to take such a fine woman out.

He was interrupted from his thoughts when Becky sharply tapped on her desk to get his attention.

"...sorry, what did you say?" Joel asked sheepishly.

Sighing in annoyance, Becky said, "As I was saying, the audition went well and the casting directors liked your audition. But they're.."

"going to go with someone else, yada yada yada." Joel finished for her, unable to hide his bored tone.

Walking off to the large floor length windows, Joel stared down at the city. It had been years since he'd moved here, and yet, it felt like life had been at a standstill.

“What am I doing here?” he murmured, turning to see Becky pour him a drink.

“You know how it is, Joel. Trust me, it’ll get better. In fact…” she trailed off, eyebrows raised as she took a sip.

Joel grimaced. Becky loved being mysterious and elusive, and she sure picked her moments.

LOS ANGELES

You stared out at the vista, taking a tentative sip of your wine. You normally didn’t drink on weekdays but what your team said was running through your mind constantly. Ethics meant a lot to you, especially in the industry you were a part of. You had never compromised on your views and stances, which had sometimes lost you out some parts; but you didn’t complain. That was how you made it this far in the game and it was how you would continue to be. And it worked. Until your jerkoff of a boyfriend had to go and screw it all up. On top of all that, the last few films that you had done were commercial failures, which meant that you credibility as a serious actress was at stake.

Now you had to think about being in an arranged relationship, of sorts; something you had been dreading ever since you turned 25 and were deemed “of age” by your parents. Yikes.

You made your way to the table, taking a deep breath as you ran your hands over your face in mild frustration. No one said it would be easy. But to win the race, you had to actually be in the race. And right now you were clearly deviating off path. Would it be so bad? Sure, it would thrust you back into the limelight, albeit not for the reasons you would like. But still. It was something, wasn’t it?

You texted your siblings group chat. If anyone could give you an unbiased opinion, it would be the two idiots you grew up with.

Your sister video called back, with your brother joining in a few minutes later. 

“What’s up?” she said distractedly, clearly still in office, typing away.

“Nothing, just…needed your opinion on something, something kinda big.” you murmured; staring out into the vista.

“Well lucky for you, you happen to be related to the smartest people who ever exist, and who love you even though you’re kind of stupid.” you heard your brother, Neil drawl. You gave him a wan smile, not wanting to get into it.

“Oh shit, no sassy comeback? Must really be important. What’s the problem?”

“Had a chat of sorts with my team…and they think that my shitty breakup making the headlines is going to hit my career. Hard.”

"All because that fuckin' turd, sorry Meera, couldn't keep it in his pants." Neil said, sheepishly grinning as he caught Meera giving him the stink eye.

“Damn. That sucks, i’m sorry. So what now?” Meera said, taking a sip of her water as she finally turned her attention to you.

You sighed before replying, “They want me to get into a fake relationship with someone from the industry. For optics.” you mumbled, suddenly feeling foolish and embarrassed.

“WHAT?!” you heard them shout in unison, cringing at how weird it sounded. Both of them were in different industries, so something like this was unheard of for them.

“Yeah, yeah, I know how it sounds. Believe me, I was even more shocked when Carla suggested it to me yesterday.”

“I mean, aside from the fact that it basically sounds like an arranged marriage; which mom has been begging you for, hellooooo; it just seems like a short term deal, right?” said Neil, his voice muffled.

“Oh, look who finally pulled their head out of their ass for a minute to make fun of me.” you replied sardonically. Ignoring him flipping you off, you continued, “yes it would be short term, like a contract/deal of sorts; but it would be publicised. Heavily.” you added, shuddering at the thought of paparazzi.

“I just don’t want to be known for being a girlfriend, or part of a power couple of sorts. I work hard and I want to be known for it. Is it so crazy to hope to be known for your work rather than a silly relationship?!” you whined, your head dropping to the table.

“It sounds crazy, but that’s a part of showbiz, isn’t it?” Meera asked. You reluctantly nodded.

“Think about it this way: no matter how weird or cringey it seems, it’s a means to an end. A bigger step towards your end goal. Now what is your end goal?”

“An EGOT.” you answered.

“Yep. And so what do you have to do to achieve that? Or atleast get your foot in the door?”

You take a beat. Then after what seemed like forever, you said, resigned, “I have to get into a fake PR orchestrated relationship with a random man to help me achieve my dream of an EGOT.”

“Excellent.” Meera said, triumphantly.

“Way to goooo, Ana Banana!!” Neil whooped. “On a completely unrelated note, could I be there when you tell ma about this? I need to see her face, she’s gonna be soooo mad!” he sniggered.

You flipped him off, bidding both of them goodbye and telling them that you loved them before cutting the call.

Oh right, your mother. You hadn’t even thought of that angle. Goodness knows her and your dad hated your ex, but a PR relationship? She’d have your ass on a platter, you knew it.

Shaking yourself, you reminded yourself of the task at hand. You could placate your mom later, right now your primary focus was smoothing out all the details with your team.

Typing out a well thought out text, you sent it to your team group chat, scheduling a meeting for the day after tomorrow. After that, you sat down to note a few things you had in mind, a list of demands, if you will. You needed to be absolutely sure and completely ready about the whole arrangement, no matter who the dude who was being roped in with you was. You just hoped that he was a good guy and not some douche looking to climb the ladder with cheap tactics.

Taking a sip of your now-lukewarm wine, you silently raised a toast.

To new beginnings.

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OMG I forgot to post this here and as I was writing on AO3 I suddenly remembered that I was hyping this story up here but completely ignored it here lmaoooo

LMK how you like it! xoxoxo

[you-aint-gotta-pray-for-me]

Hell on Earth: Chapter 1

words: 2.7k

pairing: Steve Harrington x ex-friend!Henderson!reader (eventually romantic- could be called a slow burn I guess, but they're not together right now, there's some bad blood, just read it man I suck at summarizing T_T)

summary: Things do not seem normal in simple, down-to-earth town Hawkins, Indiana. With Will Byers missing, tensions rise while the mystery claims another victim.

timeline: set in season one right after Will goes missing

warnings: language, bending of canon, fic from reader's pov (3rd person will be there as well, will warn before a pov change if there is one)

a/n: hey guys! so, I see you have found the first part of Hell on Earth :) This is a Steve x reader, yes, I promise we will get there and it'll be awesome when we do, but as much as it is a reader insert Steve slash fic, this is also an actual Stranger Things spin-off story that I'm writing, meaning there will be a lot of focus on the actual plot along with steve and reader's relationship. Also yes, reader is Dustin's older sister.

Reader POV

Will Byers was the kind of kid you wouldn't know was missing until you looked for him. He didn't bother anybody, just kept to himself and his little group doing whatever it is kids these days do, you know? He was a simple, soft-spoken kid, the last person you would wish danger upon. So when I heard that he'd gone missing, I was as confused as I was worried.

"And he was with you when you cycled back home?"

"Yes, Jesus Christ (Y/n), for the millionth time. Yes."

"Don't get annoyed you little shit, I'm trying to help you here."

"Oh, excuse me for getting worried because my best friend is freaking missing."

"Dustin! Don't talk to your sister like that!" I heard Mom scream at us from the living room, oblivious to any context. I mean, he was right to get annoyed with me. His exasperated look at Mom's comment told me he thought the same thing. I just shook my head in understanding. What more can I do?

"Listen, I know you want to go looking for him, I would too, but you can't go on your own. I need you to promise me you won't go on your own, okay? Wait after school, and we'll go together."

"You get off school like two hours after I do, what am I supposed to do, sit and scream his name from my room and hope he shows up? Come on, man. That's bullsh-"

"Dustin."

"What?"

I stared at him, hoping my disapproving-but-concerned-older-sister look told him what he needed to hear. It did.

"Fine. 2 hours. A minute late and I'm going off on my own."

"Deal," I said, knowing full well that I'd have to ditch Algebra II. I wasn't complaining, though. Staring at a newly painted wall and waiting for it to dry would be more interesting than Algebra II.

Later that day

I had exactly 5 minutes to bolt before Algebra II started. I went to my locker and hurriedly rammed all my shit inside when I noticed my locker neighbor Barbara coming towards hers. We'd make conversation when we're at our lockers and smile and wave when we saw each other in the hallway. Outside of that, I didn't really know her all too well.

"Algebra II?"

"Nah, I'm ditching. I promised my brother I'd help him with some stuff."

"Lucky," she sighed. "I can't believe I need to sit through Mr Treeger's bullshit for 2 hours."

"You are welcome to join me if you'd like," I offered with a grin. "Algebra II can be soul-sucking."

"Thank you, really, but I can't leave Nancy hanging. Besides, we've got this thing later as well and, yeah, it's a whole thing, don't bother," she explained.

"Suit yourself, Barb." I shut my locker and almost left before I heard her voice again.

"I mean, if you need notes or anything, I could- uh- I could take them for you? If you want?" she said, almost like she wasn't sure I would take her up on her offer.

"I would love that, actually. Where do you live?"

"Uh, I think I’ll be at Steve’s party later. At the Harrington's. You know the place?" She shifted her books like they suddenly weighed too much. Her expression said she wasn't entirely looking forward to this.

Hearing Steve's name threw me slightly on edge. When you grow up with somebody and you fall out with them, you don't exactly forget things about them. I practically spent half my life at his house. I practically spent half my life with him. So, yes. I definitely knew the place.

"Y-yeah. I do"

"Great, I'll have it ready, then."

"Barb, you are literally an angel." I hurriedly gave her an impromptu hug and rushed outside to get to my car, where I saw Jonathan Byers handing out missing posters. His shoulders sagged under the weight of the stack in his hands and he looked like he hadn't slept in days. I can only imagine what he and Mrs Byers were going through.

I hesitated for a second before walking up to him. I knew Jonathan from Dustin hanging out with Will. We weren't close friends or anything, but someone had to say something. His hands trembled slightly as he stapled one of the posters onto the community board near the lot, his eyes darting nervously like he was waiting for Will to suddenly appear and tell him it was all a joke.

"Hey, Jonathan."

He flinched at my voice, turning to me with an exhausted half-smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

"Hey," he mumbled.

I nodded at the posters in his hands. "Any updates? Are the cops, like… actually doing anything?"

"They found his cycle a few minutes from Mirkwood. So that's... yeah. That's it, I guess?"

"What are they thinking?"

He hesitated, glancing down at the posters like he thought they might hold some kind of answer. "They think he might’ve run away, but that’s not Will. He wouldn’t just… leave."

I nodded slowly. "Yeah, I don’t buy that either. Will’s not the type to just take off. He’s… dependable, you know?"

Jonathan looked at me for a moment, his expression softening just a little. "Thanks."

I shrugged, kicking at a loose rock on the ground. "For what? Telling the truth?"

"For… caring, I guess," he said, turning back to his work.

I watched him for a second longer, the weight of the whole situation sinking in deeper. "Let me know if you need help. With the posters or anything else."

Jonathan nodded, his focus back on the board. "Thanks," he said again, so quiet I almost missed it.

I didn’t know what else to say, so I just turned and walked back to my car, leaving him to keep stapling the same plea for help over and over.

I drove back home and Dustin was practically at the edge of his seat, looking like he was at the verge of explosion.

"What the hell took you so long?"

"Jesus Christ, I'm right on time. Give me a break."

He continued to yell at me about how time is of the essence. I held up a hand to calm him down. "Relax, I’m here now, aren’t I? Anyway, listen. They found some stuff near Mirkwood."

That got his attention. His eyes widened, his mouth snapping shut mid-rant. "What kind of stuff?"

I sat down across from him, leaning forward so Mom couldn’t overhear from the kitchen. "They found his bike. Just abandoned on the side of the road. No tracks, no clues, nothing else. It’s like he just… vanished."

Dustin’s face fell, his usual confident bravado cracking under the weight of what I’d just told him. "His bike?" he echoed, voice smaller now.

"Yeah. Cops are calling it ‘strange circumstances.’ I’m calling it suspicious as hell."

He nodded, jaw tightening as his brain started working overtime. "Okay. Okay, so that means he didn’t run away. Someone- or something- took him."

I flinched a little at how easily he jumped to "something." This was Hawkins. Strange wasn’t on the table.

"Dustin, don’t get carried away. Let’s stick to facts. We know where his bike was, and that’s it. But you promised me you wouldn’t do anything stupid, remember?"

He rolled his eyes but didn’t argue. "Fine. But we need to check it out. Together."

I sighed, knowing there was no talking him out of it. "Together. No sneaking off without me, got it?"

"Got it," he said, though I could tell from his tone he was already planning something.

A couple hours later

"So that was fucking useless."

"Dustin, come on. Don't be like that."

"We found nothing, (Y/n)! He's out there, probably being tortured for all we know, and we found literally nothing."

"Don't jump to conclusions. Yes, we don't know anything now. But we are not the only people looking. Okay?"

"I'm telling you. We should look for him right around when he went missing."

"No way I'm letting you go out there at 10 pm unsupervised. Mom would gut me."

"I won't be unsupervised if you're with me."

"Dustin," I sighed, slightly annoyed at how he wouldn't level with me at all. "Whatever happened to Will could be bigger than us. If it's something we can't handle, I don't want us to go all in with literally no information."

"Oh, come on! but-"

"No buts. Sit this one out. I am begging you. At least until we know something."

Even though he begrudgingly agreed, his words stuck with me. I hated the idea of him sneaking off on his own, but I also couldn’t shake the feeling that he was right. If there were answers out there, they wouldn’t come to us- we had to go to them. And if I knew Dustin at all, I knew exactly what that meant. He’d go anyway.

The only way for me to deal with this was to either find something before he did or supervise, just in case. And both those options required me to be out in the woods in the dead of the night. Perfect. I remembered that I had to stop by to see Barb so it won't all be for nothing.

The glow of streetlights flickered against the windshield as I pulled up to the Harringtons' house. The faint hum of music and muffled laughter carried through the warm night air, the telltale signs of a Steve Harrington classic. For a moment, I hesitated, fingers gripping the steering wheel. It had been a while since I’d set foot here, and it felt strange- nostalgic in a way that made my chest tight. I didn't like it.

I stepped out of the car and walked around the side of the house, avoiding the main door. I wasn’t here for the party, and I definitely wasn’t in the mood to exchange awkward hellos with people who probably didn’t even remember my name. Also, I might punch Tommy and Carol just because.

The backyard was bathed in the eerie blue glow of the pool lights. It was quieter here, the party sounds muffled by the distance. Sitting by the pool, her legs dangling lazily in the water, was Barb. She was hunched over slightly, fiddling with the strap of her watch, looking as out of place as I felt.

"Hey," I called softly, not wanting to startle her.

She looked up, her face lighting up with a small, relieved smile. "Oh, hey! You made it."

"Yeah," I said, walking over and sitting beside her on the cool concrete. "Figured I’d pick up those notes before your night gets too crazy," I said before I noticed her poorly bandaged hand bloody hand.

"Holy shit, you okay?"

"Yeah, yeah, it's... nothing. I'm okay."

"Partied too hard?"

Barb scoffed, glancing over her shoulder at the house. "Yeah, not exactly my scene. Nancy’s inside with Steve. I’m just... taking a break."

I nodded, leaning back on my palms and staring at the pool. Nancy's inside with Steve. That didn't bother me at all. "Can’t say I blame you. These things get out of hand quickly," I said, slightly regretting my hand pun.

She laughed at my poorly timed joke and reached into her bag to pull out a neatly folded piece of paper. "Here you go. Sorry if it’s a little messy. Mr. Treeger was really on one today."

I took the notes with a grateful smile. "You’re the best, Barb. Seriously."

She waved it off like it was no big deal. "It’s nothing. So, what are you up to?"

I reached into my bag and pulled out a worn paperback with a cracked spine and dog-eared pages. "Actually, I thought you might need this more than I do right now," I said, handing Barb my copy of The Shining.

Her eyes lit up as she took it, carefully running her fingers over the cover. "No way. I’ve been wanting to read this forever."

"Well, now you’ve got no excuse. It’s a classic. Just don’t read it alone at night unless you want to start hearing creepy voices in your house."

Barb laughed, flipping through the pages. "Thanks, (Y/n). This is awesome. I’ll take good care of it, promise." She looked up at me, her expression softening. "This one your favorite? "

"It's my comfort book, honestly"

"The Shining is your comfort book?".

"Hey, don't knock it till you try it. Besides, no matter how bad my day is going, everyone in that book is having a much worse, more horrible day."

She laughed and looked at me with a smile extending far beyond her eyes. "But seriously, why do you always have the best recommendations? Like, do you just spend all your time reading?"

"I wouldn’t say all my time," I joked, leaning back and shrugging. "But books don’t talk back or ditch you for better plans. So they’ve got that going for them."

Barb chuckled, but her smile faltered slightly, and she hesitated before asking, "Speaking of people ditching... can I ask you something? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to."

I glanced at her, curious. "Shoot."

"What happened with you and Steve? I mean, if you don’t mind me asking. You two seemed really close back then"

I froze for a moment, caught off guard by the question. It wasn’t exactly something I loved to think about, let alone talk about. Barb’s expression wasn’t nosy or judgmental- just genuinely curious. I hesitated for a moment, debating whether to say anything. But Barb was easy to talk to, and I felt like I could trust her.

"It’s... complicated," I said, exhaling sharply. "Before his, you know, 'coronation', King Steve and I were best friends. We practically grew up together. You stick with someone throughout middle school and still want to hang out? That's true friendship, right there."

She nodded like she related to what I was saying. "High School came and he changed. He wanted to hang out less, which was fine with me, you know? People change and everything," I paused for a second.

"It got bad only after Tommy and Carol started hanging out with him. He became this mean jerk, this person I could barely recognize. And I never got along with Tommy or Carol from the beginning, he knew that from the million times I have told him that I hate their guts. Hell, I've directly said it to Tommy and Carol. I just... I guess you could say we both grew up and became distant or whatever, but the fact is, he's just a colossal asshole now.

Barb frowned, clutching the book tighter. "That sucks. I’m sorry."

I shrugged, trying to play it off. "It’s whatever. We’re not kids anymore, and I guess we just outgrew each other. Besides, I’m not exactly missing out on this." I gestured toward the house, where someone let out an ear-piercing whoop, followed by the unmistakable sound of something breaking.

Barb laughed, shaking her head. "Yeah, I don’t think either of us belong here."

"Hey, misery loves company, right?" I teased, bumping her shoulder lightly.

She smiled, a little more at ease now, and held up the book. "Thanks for this. I mean it."

"Don’t mention it," I said, standing up and brushing off my jeans. "Enjoy the book- and maybe steer clear of the creepy twins in the hallway."

Barb laughed again as I started to head back to my car.

"You sure you don't need a lift? Your house isn't too far, I don't mind."

"Really, it's ok, (Y/n). I'll just go whenever Nancy leaves."

"It's almost midnight, Barb, you sure?"

"I am. I really am."

[rarepairdumpster]

Teacher Viktor AU #2

Pairing: Viktor/Silco (Arcane) Rating: M C/W: Modern Au, Teacher Viktor, Past Zaundads, Misgendering/Deadnaming mention, Past Jayvik, Dealing With Relationship Trauma

Vander and Silco have separated, with Powder choosing to go with Silco and Vi with Vander.

Viktor is Powder's new science teacher.

Silco meets him when Powder gets in trouble for stealing from the lab.

Powder says that she only took the stuff because her Dad wouldn't buy her some of her own and Silco flushes because he never said he wouldn't. Just not right that minute!

Viktor offers her use of the lab after school while he's grading papers etc

and Silco always comes and picks her up but one time he can't.

Viktor drives her home and Jinx tells him to stay for dinner and Viktor doesn't want to intrude but Silco is like "nah come on"

Its an easy dish of store-bought meatballs, pasta and sauce, and pre-prepped veg from the freezer. Silco literally only got in the door before Viktor and Powder pulled up outside.

Viktor helps in the kitchen.

Viktor offers to get the pans ready and boil the kettle while Silco fetches the veg from the freezer. 

Powder dresses the table.

She sits Silco and Viktor next to each other.

Jinx crashes afterwards and Viktor kinda stalls getting his things together until Silco invites him to have one last drink.

Viktor knows he shouldn't since he's driving, but he hasn't eaten so well in a while -- purely 'cause he forgets. And um. It was nice. Being social. He doesn't really get invited out much by colleagues.

Also the company is very pleasant

and handsome

What happened to his eye is why he and Vander separated. They were out for their anniversary, Vander got too drunk and started a bar fight because someone looked at Silco wrong, and Silco ended up with a shard of glass slicing down his face when he tried to break it up.

It was the other guy, but Silco still blames Vander

More than anything, Silco is angry that Vander's actions meant Vi and Powder/Jinx had to see another parent hurt (when they came to see him in the hospital). Because Powder was terrified.

Vi sided with Vander over what happened, which stung.

Powder is NB and goes by Jinx now but Vi and Vander never respected her new name/pronouns.

That's another reason she stayed with Silco.

Silco always had a feeling about Jinx, but he let her come out on their own. They came out to him first.

His support was the reason she was brave enough to come out to the others, but then it didn't go well at all.

Silco has no qualms about saying how perfect they are no matter what.

When they're in the car after coming out to Vander and Vi and Jinx is upset, Silco does his "Don't cry. You're perfect."

Painful irony is Vi realising they're NB years later

Jinx telling them to fuck off when they try to apologize. That Jinx trusted them and they threw it back at her

Vi never got used to calling them Jinx and doesn't put in the effort even after apologizing

Silco cries for the first time since he was a kid the night that he and Vander separate. But not until Jinx cries themself to sleep against his middle.

he doesn't cry hard, but he cries. A slow drip of tears as he strokes Jinx's hair

its the only time he allows himself to

The tear duct was torn when he was slashed with the glass. It didn't heal properly, so it burns when he cries

Silco not being emotionally ready for anything more than a friend with Viktor, and feeling a little guiltier every time Jinx asks Viktor to stay for dinner.

Jinx wants him to date.

He knows that.

But a large part of him is still in love with Vander.

Viktor would understand if he knew because his former fiancé cheated on him

Viktor had an episode at home while Jayce was out fucking Mel and Jayce's story didn't add up as to why he wasn't there because Jayce said he was working and when they tried to contact him about Viktor, he wasn't there

it was at his old school, which he's left since leaving Jayce. Because they'd met at the cafe nearby and memories were too painful.

Jinx asking during one of the dinners at theirs, "You're single, aren't you" and kind of make a suggestive look between the two of them.

And Viktor answering, "I am now, yes."

But its the way he says it that catches Silco's attention. The tightness. The unspoken pain.

Silco still having his wedding band, wearing it on a chain around his neck.

"Now? Were you not?"

"Jinx, please"

"No, it's alright. I was engaged but, he wasn't there when I needed him most."

Jinx finally subsiding because the comment reminded her of Vander and Vi not supporting them.

Viktor offers to explain during their drinks later and Silco says he doesn't have to but Viktor says he wants to.

Viktor sits and goes over it all and when he's finishing up a few tears end up slipping and Silco kneels in front of him and wipes them from his cheek with his thumb. Without thinking, Viktor closes the distance and kisses him, but freaks out a bit and leaves once he realizes what he'd done.

Silco, for his part, is still reeling.

They both agonize over the kiss for weeks.

It also happens just before a school break so theres no reason for them to see each other either

Silco touches his wedding band a lot as he agonizes over the kiss. Because he wants to do it again. But he isn't ready. And he knows it wouldn't be fair on Viktor.

Even though he's separated, he's still legally married.

Vander refuses to sign the papers and Silco never had a reason to push him to And maybe kinda hoped he would find a way to forgive him

Meanwhile Viktor is agonizing because he thinks he made a fool of himself

Jinx sees Silco messing with the ring and casually says "I know which one calls me by my name. Just sayin."

Silco driving to the school a few days before the kids are due back, knowing the staff will be prepping, hoping he'll catch Viktor at a free moment.

He asks around a bit then finds him alone in his classroom/lab and hesitates for what seems like forever before knocking.

Viktor being a ball of hopeful worry as soon as he sees him.

Silco barely opens his mouth before Viktor is babbling an apology.

He's had the papers to transfer Jinx out of his class for days but can't bring himself to do it.

Silco deciding to just take the plunge. Rushes forward. Kisses him.

Arch + Woods

[theceaselesshunger]

Hex Biological Headcanons

Lately I've been thinking about how the Proto-frames like, work. Obviously a lot of sci-fi/void bullshit at play but hey it's fun to think about these things, so here's some thoughts.

Each of the Hex's mutations were designed to help facilitate their abilities.

Quincy: Occipital lobe and auditory cortex have become greatly enhanced, allowing him to utilize sonar like a dolphin or bat. His own eyes are actually relatively untouched, but he can physically see through the Neutralizer (which was grown from his own body), whose scope is filled with high amount of rods and cones. Limbs have been developed to absorb and minimize kickback from the gun.

Arthur: Enhancements mainly to his vestibular and nervous systems to vastly improve his balance and reflexes, allowing him to handle the speed of slash dash and perform precise blade movements even in the heat of action. Unfortunately this stuff wears out his stamina quickly, but his liver and kidneys have become highly efficient at removing lactic acid so he can recover more quickly (tragically this means he can't stay drunk for as long).

Aoi: Relatively unmutated. Most notable changes however are that her skeleton has become completely encased in magnetite and she's developed new nerves that detect the subtle ways in which said casing is pulled, providing her with magnetoreception. The coils around her arms are a protrusion from her bones. She's constantly beset by iron cravings, which she's come to interpret as pica (we'll get back to this).

Eleanor: Nervous system is no longer recognizably human. Her brain has become highly derived to both transmit her thoughts and read others, while the rest of her nerves have greatly multiplied in order to simulate the vast array of new sensations she can experience. This is the primary cause of her runaway mutation, as it left her mind an open frequency before she had a handle on her abilities. The local technocyte picked up on this and saw her as a disconnected node. In trying to reclaim her, her infection developed in unintended ways, leaving her internals a mess. Though she's no longer contagious, her infection is still active, and will continue progressing if shes not careful when attuning to the technocyte hivemind.

Lettie: Relatively unmutated like Aoi. Th majority of her abilities stem from more "pure" void usage, however she did acquire the ability to sense the state of cells in other organic beings. This unconsciously fuels her bias against Eleanor, as she can sense the degree to which the technocyte has penetrated Eleanor's body. Her own lack of outward mutations is also why she's more strongly in denial about her state than the others.

Amir: The second most mutated after Eleanor. Enlarged heart and lungs for better respiration, and all centers of his brain having to do with time perception have become greatly enhanced. His experiences time slower than others, which allows him to process information more quickly and also greatly greatly exasperates his ADHD. Muscle and nervous systems have developed elecrocytes through which he projects electric pulses. Has similarly improved filtration systems like Arthur to prevent wear-out while maintaining top speeds.

All proto-frames have vastly increased metabolic needs. Their abilities really burn those calories! Likewise, they have increased needs for iron and carbon in their diets. They're more prone to anemia as a result, and burnt food has become strangely appealing.

Not all their augments are due to their infections. Each has a parazon that was surgically implemented by Entrati. Likewise, they're able to use void abilities independently of an operator (this is confirmed, not headcanon), which not even future warframes can do. It is possible Entrati installed miniature versions of the Heart of Deimos in each of the proto-frames that were able to survive their infections, likely in place of their actual hearts.

[vicky-0933]

This is what it feels like?

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Since it was a tie for the stories, here is the first one. And I might try something different in the future, I might change up my masterlist in a bit, eh who knows. Anyways enjoy.

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You were know as the known as the creature of the unknown or la criatura desconocida, known for being in the wood and killing animals and hanging it in the middle of town. You were always bullied for having a big slash from your face to the thigh, being abused from your father, so you and your mother ran, you found a place to live but then one day she left and never came back, so you always wore a mask and men clothes, to hide your scars. People called you a freak and they treated you like dirt.

So you moved somewhere were no one would go and made home, when you went inside the village, someone named Luisa, saw you and helped up to your feet. As the time goes, you were able to make your self a living, getting things you never thought you could, of course with a disguise. You were a painter, you had to some money. But whenever it’s the full moon that’s when something inside of you, not being able to control it, comes out.

Getting done with a commission, You were getting ready to head out, going to get some stuff for a stew when a arrow comes from the outside, you turn to see a crowd outside your house and then hearing yelling, “YOU BEAST, YOU SHALL BE BURNED” someone yelled, you start to freak out and started packing some of your belongings and a book that your mother gave you, you later found out that unfortunately the village killed your mother, just because she was a creature too.

People start banging down your door and your door starts to break, so you panic and brake a window and started to make a run for it, going as fast you can, panting as you are trying to get somewhere safe. As you were running, arrows started to come from the people behind, some almost hitting you. One hitting your shoulder, you yelp and kept running, you feel your creature coming out, but you try to keep it in and failed. Feeling your beast come out, roaring, now running in all fours, trying to find somewhere safe to stay.

“WHERE IS IT!! WHERE THE FREAK” you hear one of the people yell out. So you keep running, trying to to keep yourself at bay.

You try to calm yourself down until you start seeing fog, you slow down, looking around making sure your safe from where you just came from, you feel yourself slowly come back to your human form, then your hear, “Yn, what happened? Why are you like this” a familiar voice says, you stop and look around to see your mom, she was named Hope Ln, she was the one that helped you with everything and write notes for you incase something happened, and how to survive.

“Mom” you say walking to her, but when you went to hug her she faded away. Starting to looking around, “THE FREAK WENT IN THERE, SHE WILL BE KILLED IN THERE, WE DONT HAVE TO WORRY” the person yells out. Slowly walking away from from the gate, you reach for your bag, which was still there, “YN” you hear your mom again, you turn and see her walk away you start chasing her, and the more you chase her the more is farther away. “MOM” you shouted, running after her.

You ran until you stopped and saw a grave “Claudia Beneviento”. You slowly walk up to it. {hmm, poor girl, was only 9 years old.} you thought. Seeing that it’s only fog around you, you decided to walk in further to hide from the people. Something about this is calming, you feel a peace. You end up to see a beautiful house near a water fall, so you decide to go in but as you go up to the door you see something that says, “Give up a memory”. You look at this for a while and sigh, you take out a picture, one of many, but this one was something that you didn’t care for, one with the picture of your father and mother holding you as a baby,but wanted to put it in the slot anyways.

Then you see the door open, you slowly walk in, and look around and saw a room with a basket of yarn, and stairs going up, looking at you is portrait of a young lady and her doll. You decide to take a step, looking around then hear “Who do you think you are going around a house that is not yours?” You freeze and slowly turn around, someone or something knocking you to the ground, you try to see who the person is but nothing but then, black out.

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“YN!! YN WAKE UP COME ON” you hear a familiar voice, you open your eyes, seeing a blue sky then someone hovers over you. You see you mom in front of you, you sit up as quickly as you can, seeing her you can’t believe it, you jump at her hugging her making her gasp, “God Yn, what’s going on with you” she asks, you shake your head and you pull away, “Nothing mom, just happy to see here” you say starting to cry. “Oh my, don’t cry, I am here don’t worry” your mother says and you hug here again, she grabs your hand.

“Mother, it has been hard with out you here with me, even though I have been making good money, it has been hard to keep it under control” you say, and she smiles, “I know, I have been watching you, and I want to give you this” she says, and you look at her puzzled. She puts here hand on your face and now you can feel your body shaking and seeing everything. She pulls back, making you breath heavily, “what did you do, mother” you ask, “You’ll see” she says and giggles, your now confused.

“So I know it’s been hard for you, but what has been getting you to this for this long?” Your mother asks, and you don’t say anything, the fact is you don’t know what has been keeping you going, yes, your mother is probably one but you don’t think it’s it. “well anyways, Yn come on, we have to head back” your mother says, grabbing your hands and pulling you up. “Mom” you whisper as she picks up the stuff and you both start heading back. As you’re heading back, you start to realize that something is not right.

Your mother starts running and you try to follow but something is stops you, “MOM, MOM COME BACK” you yelled but she just keeps running and soon you start seeing her get tackled, men starts to tie her up, “Let’s kill this beast” the man yells, soon people start coming, people start hurting your mom, but you couldn’t see what they were doing to her, “MOM” you yelled.

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You wake up in a panic, gasping heavily, trying to figure out what was going on until, your heading pounding in pain, “Look who is awake” a high pitched voice said. You look around trying to find the sound, you turn your head, you try to move your body but it’s stiff, you look down and see your body in bandages, blood seeping through, {did I take this much damage} you thought to your self, you see your clothes on the other side of couch.

Sighing, you move to get to the clothes but pain shoots through your body, you wince in pain, and lay back down, {ok Yn you got this, just gotta get up} you tell yourself and get up, trying to ignore the pain. Finally standing to your feel, you struggle to put on clothes but you manage, and suddenly feel better. Soon more dolls appear everywhere. Looking around, you see your stuff there and you run to it, checking if everything is still there, you sigh in relief that is there.

You sit down on the floor, looking around, you trying to find a way out, {I am not supposed to be here} you thought to yourself, you notice a doll is just sitting there, curious you stand up and head to the doll. “Hmmm what a pretty little thing are ya” you whisper, grabbing the doll, “Wow, whoever made this must be really good at what they do” you whisper again. You look around and see a painting with a lady and the doll that’s on your hand, “Huh, this must be your girl” you said. You decided to go back to the living room, and put the doll down.

“Who are you” the doll asks you, you just stand there, did the doll just talk to you right now, “oh umm my name is Yn, Yn Ln, I just woke up” you wanted to ask the doll something, but soon the doll gets up and runs to someone behind you. You follow and see the person in a black mourning dress, “Oh hi miss, umm i am very sorry for walking in here, if you want I can leave, and again I am sorry for coming in here with out permission, I was running away and…. “ you pause, you want to continue but something tells you that the lady doesn’t want you here. For some reason.

“My name is Donna Beneviento and this is Angie, my doll, but you can call me Donna” she tells you in a soft voice, “Right, umm well thank you Donna, for umm letting me stay here and helping me but I should go now” you say grabbing your stuff and heading to the door. “What do you mean you’re gonna go? The scars on your body are not normal, what happened to you?” The doll asks, but you don’t say anything, but keep trying to find a way out.

“Yn” You hear a the soft voice say, you stop “yes ms” you said soft and slow, “Would you like to stay with us, we can help, and you can help us” Donna says, {why would she want to help?} you thought to yourself. “I could have some company, and maybe you can tell me more about yourself” she softly says, you turn to look at her “why do you want to help me” you ask her, she sighs softly, “I do know you Yn, your mothers name is Hope, her and I were…… acquaintances….. good friends” she tells you.

“You knew my mother” you ask her and she nods, “I knew what happened to her” she tells you, then you look at her with sadness, almost crying. “I had a dream about her, when you were helping me, but I didn’t see what they did to her, what happened” you ask her, she doesn’t answer, she suddenly takes off her mask, seeing her face, she looks like the girl in painting, but there is something different though, but you don’t mind. “She was always talking about this, in case this would happen” Donna tells you.

You put your stuff down, heading over to her, “The day before that night, when you guys were just coming back from your… hunt, she left you at home to let rest and let your body get catch up on everything your body needed to do, she came over to my place and told me that someone caught wind of the both of you, and now people were going to try to find you or her. So she told me incase of anything happened, to take care of you” Donna says that as she sits down next to were you woke up.

She pats the sit next to her, and look at you with soft eyes, sitting down, you were lost in words, “then the next day, that’s when I saw everything, I saw them taking her in front of my house, I was walking around and saw them tie her up, and soon they were questioning her about….. her creature, everything she was saying was true, trying to reason with them but then, then poured gasoline on her and set her fire. She was screaming for mercy but they just stood there, burning. As they left there was something that wasn’t burn” Donna says, waiting for you to do something.

She sighs, stood up, and heading to an bookshelf, she takes out a box, wiping it down, she then walks to you, sits down, “This was something that was left behind” she says as she gently opens the box, it’s her shall, you gasp. Reaching for it, you remember that it’s soft and delicate thing, you bring it up to your nose sniffing it, it still smelled like her after all these years, lavender, it’s was your favorite smell ever.

“Thank you Donna” you tell her, putting on your mothers shall, then something happens, it starts to glow a very bright blue, then it starts to circle all of you, Angie starts laughing trying to grab the little particles around. You look to see Donna, the way the light make her face look…. Attractive. You stare at her with awe, taking in all her beauty. Donna then looks at you, you both are just looking at each other, she then suddenly leans in but leaving space incase you wanna back out. But you lean in, the kiss is was… amazing.

Soon the little particles around you start, moving faster circling you both, the more you kiss, the more brighter and faster the particles become. You out your hands on her face, making the kiss passionately. Finally when you both pull away the particles go away, you both look at each other with love, {is this what love feels like, this feels nice,} you thought, not noticing you put your chin on her chest, looking at her with admiration in your eyes. “Oh” Donna gasp out, leaning back, but you don’t move.

You both just look at each other, after a while you finally snap out of it, “Oh my gosh, I am so sorry” you said sitting up rubbing your head, but then you feel something around your hand. You look at you hand and see it tattooed. With intricate details, (you decide what the tattoo is), “Wow is this was my mom was talking about” you whisper, feeling the power inside you. Putting your hand out, a flower comes out of your hand, a rose. Both of you gasp as it comes to life.

Donna looks at you, “You look like your mother” she whisper, you turn to her, “I do” you tilt your head in confusion, sticking your tongue out a bit, something your mother did when she was confused. She laughs, “Yes you do, you even have her mannerisms” she giggles, “Oh I never really thought of that” you whisper to yourself but she heard you. “Don’t worry, I don’t mind it” she whispers back, you both giggle, “Oh umm I guess here you go”, you give her the rose.

“Oh thank you, Tesoro, this is lovely” Donna says while taking your flower, and starts messing with it. She gets up and puts the flower in vase and sets it a side, get comes back to find you and Angie playing each other, “DO IT AGAIN!!! DO IT AGAIN” she yells, “Ok ok, calm your self” you chuckle, and making an other flower out of your hand. It’s a forget-me-not. “That is so cool” Angie says grabbing them and running out. “I see she has taking a liking to you” Donna says, sitting down next to you.

“Does she not like people” you ask her, she shrugs, “Oh” is all you said, “but I think she likes you more, I am glad you are staying here” Donna says, “Me too” you said putting your head on her lap, she gasp lightly, but starts petting your hair. Letting sleep take over, and finally you can sleep at peace.

[ginsengkitten]

~AN: This is just quickly thrown together but I like it so whatever hehe also yes I’m a sucker for controversial age gap scenarios with slash SMD!!!! Slightly slow burn sorry hehe

Part 1: Building C.

“If you don’t take a creatives course, you won’t graduate”

Your face burned hot, panic stirring in your chest at the very idea of not graduating. It felt sour on your tongue.

The councilor, Mrs. Price, looked at you with true remorse. She knew how hard you had worked to be a straight A student. Somehow, you'd managed to skirt by high school til your senior year, without ever taking a creatives course. You felt they were unnecessary and got in the way of the real classes. You felt an added pressure to overachieve, be the best, likely because you were the oldest person in your class. Practically 19 and a senior. How could you possibly not graduate at that juncture alone? How humiliating it would be.

"Well...I guess that's that then. What are my options?" You bit your lip nervously.

She sighed.

"Well that's the thing here, there are no 'options'. There's only one class that will take in someone this late in the year. Guitar II."

You slumped back in your chair in shock.

"Guitar II? I don't even play guitar! I didn't even know we had a guitar class." You moped.

"It doesn't have to perfect, Y/N, please I'm trying to work with you here." She pinched the bridge of her nose.

You accepted defeat. In order to graduate you would have to take guitar II. And pass.

Great.

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"I took guitar 1 last year, it wasn't that bad! Stop moping around and just get it over with Y/N!" Your friend Becca encouraged. You leaned your back against your locker. All the academic prowess you'd achieved and yet it all relied on a stupid guitar class. She was right, true scholars take academic challenges. This wasn't going to hold you back.

"Plus, you're lucky, you get to have Mr. Hudson. He's so hot." She wooed.

You raised an eyebrow. "Mr. Hudson? Who even is that? Am I in the same universe as you?" You questioned.

"Haven't you ever been to building C? His class is the left hallway there don't you remember? He came in last year and all the girls were talking about him!" She said.

Building C. Hm. No you don't think you ever had a class in building C, at least not while he was there. It was large school after all.

"But he's so mysterious. He's like- totally hardcore about guitar. It's like all he lives or breathes. And he never talks about his life. Only work. I heard from someone that he used to be in some old rock band or something, toured all over the world and stuff, but if you ask about it, he refuses to talk about it! A total weirdo!" She added.

Hardcore hm? You weren't intimidated. Not by him.

"Anyways, I gotta jam. I'll see you later Y/N!" Becca said trotting off. You waved her goodbye and pulled out a crumpled paper from your bag.

You glanced again at the class building and number etched on Mrs. Prices pink sticky note paper.

"Guitar II. with Mr. Hudson.

Building C

Room 110"

You began your long trek from the main building all the way down to building C. Building C was the oldest installment of the school. It was the original school before investors came in and revamped the school into a high end private school for all the rich folk who'd moved and settled nearby. Mostly snobby rich kids. Others, like you, had just gotten lucky on a lottery system. And that's why you tried so hard. You were lucky to be here and you weren't going to waste it.

Finally you arrived at the hallway of guitar II. The building was less populated, almost abandoned save for a few classes still held there. Even the color palette hadn't been updated to the new buildings. A shell of what was.

Room 110. You suddenly felt nervous, having to be the late comer, to a new class.

You meagerly clicked the door open. Heads of about 9 others turned to you instantly. You slipped in. Face red.

The tenth head turned its way to you. Mr. Hudson. He eyed you from the front of the room.

"Can I help you?" He asked kindly, deeply.

Now on the spot you tried your best to act casual, but nerves struck you like a timid rabbit. You smoothed your skirt.

"I'm- uh, I'm a late transfer. This is- guitar II right?"You glanced at the piece of paper and then usher it towards him from afar, showing him the evidence. His face softened. "Oh yeah, Mrs. Price had mentioned you. Have a seat wherever." He said flatly. You gave him a low nod and tucked yourself towards the far right of the class.

The classroom was different than any you'd had before. No desks. Only chairs, scattered in a loose oval around the chalkboard. You recognized only one guy in here. Clay Larsen, from English. He gave you a small wave. His small greeting inviting a semblance of calm as you settled into a seat next to him.

"No Guitar?" Mr Hudson broke your train of thought. The red returned to your face. So unprepared.

"No. Sorry." You looked down sheepishly. He didn't emote. "No worries. Can you take notes for now?" He asked. You nodded and pulled out a notebook. He seemed a real riot, this Hudson.

But as soon as he started to play, you were dumbstruck.

What notes would ever cover this? The class watched as he skillfully plucked his electric guitar with precision and ease. He was incredible. He made the guitar cry out in ways you never thought a guitar could. And he looked as if it was nothing. Like breathing air. The guitar looked small and delicate next to his large stature. His large hands cradling it gently.

And so was its natural course that you found yourself eager to perfect this class too. You had to be good at everything you did, every class you took. And now this one would be too. Even if you'd never touched a guitar in your life. You were now determined and inspired.

"Glad to see you in here Y/N. I didn't expect you would be into guitar." Clay mentioned as the class packed up their things. "Me neither hah.." you gave a half grin, not exposing your methods of getting here.

"Hey Y/N, can you stay back for a minute?" Mr Hudson called over to you as the students eagerly filed out. Your name on his mouth caught you in your tracks.

"I'll see you!" Clay waved goodbye. "Cya." You replied, before 180'ing to Mr Hudson. He sat at his desk in the front corner of the room. A sort of intimidation struck you. Perhaps star struck by his skill.

"Yes Mr Hudson?" You greeted him at his desk. He shifted slightly before scooting himself in at his desk, leaning his arms on the table casually. His arms were large and muscular, almost bulging out from his half rolled sleeves of his black button up. He stared at you for a long pause.

"So do you have a guitar to bring?" He asked finally. You bit your lip nervously. "..no."

Your head snapped up. "But I'll find one! A good one too. I'll make it work somehow I promise!" You reassured him firmly. How embarrassing it would be to admit a simple guitar was out of your price range. He sort of cracked a slight smirk and let out a breathy laugh. Happiness or amusement to that extent—neither emotion he'd expressed the entire class until now. His smirk was somehow sweet, albeit likely only amused by your unpreparedness.

"Alright then. Fair enough." He responded flatly again, his smirk disappearing.

He paused for a moment, a silence seconds longer than was necessary. Was he waiting for you to say something now? Did he have more to say? Whatever the stare down was, he didn't seem to hide it. Some sort assertion of dominance? An intimidation tactic to scare you off?

"...is, that all...Mr. Hudson...?" You asked sheepishly.

"Yeah, I'll see you Wednesday, thanks- "

He paused awkwardly. He didn't seem to have your name memorized quite yet.

"Y/N" you assisted.

"Right, Y/N. See you then." He finished and turned away from you.

"Bye, Mr. Hudson."

[mulders-too-large-shirt]

s5 episode 14 "the red and the black" thoughts

we left off on some pretty high stakes last episode: bridges burning, eyeballs oozing, etc. now we must jump back in!

this episode is called “the red and the black”, huh… (les mis starts playing in the distance)

post episode thoughts: damn. this episode was full of twists and turns. the CSM lore goes CRAZY. krycek is your problematic bisexual representation. i do not believe that genes determine someone's capacity for evil, but i am going to have to ask this spender fellow to please back tf away from our agents. marita, you must defeat the ratboy in combat. please increase your studies of the blade. and perhaps most importantly, i love when mulder is written first and foremost as scully's loverboy and partner. yeah.

we begin with a recap of last episode, and ewww, those poor boy's eyes are soooo drippy and gross.

WHO IS THIS WRITING TO THEIR SON??? and who is this little boy in the winter snow, forced to be the mailman?

this mystery man is typing up a letter mentioning war gods, while this young child is out in the woods. someone go fetch this small child. he is wandering about. knocking on someone’s door and receiving a letter and dollar bill 

the mystery man is sending this red enveloped letter to the FBI???

wait hold on… it's a man living deep in the woods… writing a letter to his son in the FBI… is this CSM playing on the bastard mulder allegations…? because the typewriter… it’s CSM coded…

a bold swing and likely an equally bold miss, but we shall see

(i was so close and yet so far from the truth)

YOOO THE INTRO WAS SHORT *AND* WE GOT DIFFERENT WORDS THIS TIME!!! it says “resist or serve”! it has been a while since those have gotten changed up. hmm. "resist or serve" i do not care for that!!

back to the bridge slash dam area where we last saw many people gathering, including cassandra and scully. the burning has taken place!!! it was in pennsylvania?! that’s a bit of a drive from DC!!!

the medical personnel are arriving, and so is mulder!!! he’s running on his absurdly long legs while his coat billows behind him!!! does he know scully was here????

look at these bodies, they’re burned beyond any recognition!! it's horrible.

is that scully he finds??? no, and thank god for that.

skinner is here!!! mulder is yelling at him, asking if she was here, and he says she is!! and she is alive!!!

she was huddled in the woods… with a bunch of other survivors… and she had burns, but strangely all her fluids and electrolytes were gone!! the nurse tells these two men to gtfo because she is in vasogenic shock, which is not a term i know the meaning of 

look at mulder touching her hair while she is unresponsive...

(god, getting in those medical devices for a scene must be the worst)

they’re taking her away and he’s trying to follow!!! but they’re taking her in the helicopter. i thought for a second he would try and hop on and cause a scene, but he actually didn't do this.

(gruff skinner voice) “what happened here, mulder?” “the answer just got loaded onto that chopper!”

omg… are krycek’s people going to be after her, too?!? like they were after that poor boy dmitri??

agent spender is here, too. he wants to know if his mother has been found. :(

jump to a wildly different scene. is the well-groomed man a surgeon?? we see that marita is intubated!!! she was found on the roadside after her cryptic call with mulder, and it doesn’t look good for her survival. nooo, she has to live so she can backstab krycek. please hear me, queen.

OHHH he opens her eyeball and sees it covered in that nasty black oil stuff… and the syndicate is watching from above?!?! what will they do!! can they run some trials??

MULDER BRUSHING SCULLY’S HAIR TO WAKE HER UP IN THE HOSPITAL BED AND THEN SMILING GENTLY AT HER…. OH MY GOD I NEED TO LAY DOWN

if you could HEAR the noise that just came out of my throat….

LOOK AT HIM LOOKING AT HER, OH MY GOOOOOD

she asks what time is it and he LAUGHS!! oh my god, she nearly died and she just wants to know the hour... scully, you are so precious

he laughs at this question and she asks “why are you laughing?” <-OH SHE’S SELF-CONSCIOUS. STOP. I’LL CRY!!!

“i’m not laughing at you. i’m just very happy to be standing here talking to you, that’s all” <- OH MY GOD HE LOVES HER SO BAAAAAAAD he was so gentle in that explanation

(god. rereading these notes is killing me all over again. he loves her, he loves her, he loves her, a million times over. the way he explained to her that he's not making fun of her, he's just relived she's okay... oh mulder. you sweet man. absolute pathetic wet cat of a guy. you are so dear to me)

((SEE, WRITERS? see what mulder can be?! this is the man i recognize! jot that down! he's a lover!))

she asks him what she is doing here, suddenly panicked. and he gently explains, raising her bed so she can sit up while taking a seat next to her. oh my god. the tenderness. it will kill me a thousand times.

(there is something addictive stored in hospital scenes. the relief of realizing that someone is still with you, the terrible possessiveness it provokes after you almost lost them, realizing how lucky you are to have them in your life, loving someone at their most vulnerable, and the person in the hospital bed allowing themselves to be loved and cared for......... bottle it up. let it sit in the cellar and i'll pour it out only on the most special of occasions)

she can’t remember what happened. oh my god, she’s so scared :( the report on the incident is playing in her room.

she has no memories of what went on at the dam, but at this time a nurse comes in and lays her back down, saying she needs her blood pressure to come back up, and shooing mulder out. oh, i paused to write this down and she looks like a deer in the headlights. so trapped.

he says he’ll come back, but she has something to say!!! he’s out the door with a thumb’s up, though, trying to reassure her it'll be okay as she has no idea wtf is going on 

i’ve said it once i’ll say it again: poor scully :(

agent spender is here!! they didn’t find his mother, and he wants to know what mulder was “doing with her”. she hasn’t driven in a long time, and he knows scully was meeting with her!!! he wants them to leave her alone :( but now scully is wrapped up in this, too. so his mother might be the key to getting answers. agent spender, you may not get your wish.

oh, back to the russian ship in the new york harbor. krycek is chained up!!! well-groomed man is here… is some torture about to go down??

he says that the ship is heading back to russia tomorrow, and he is (sarcastically) sure that krycek's gulag pals will be happy to see him after his whole cutting and running deal. well-groomed man is dripping water into his mouth, and it’s making me thirsty.

OHHH get him for me: “your alliance with her was as misguided as ours, but it appears she was unaware of the consequences of her deception” marita... you are so mysterious...

omg, so krycek infected the boy so that anyone who betrayed him would also get infected!!!!

damn. did not wanna see krycek taking the W here. marita, you NEED to get better NOW and get some revenge.

but dmitri is dead!!! he died in the pennsylvania incident. 

krycek says that well-groomed man has to make a deal with him… but well-groomed man is no fool!

NOOOO I GOOGLED THE WELL-GROOMED MAN TO MAKE SURE I WAS USING THE RIGHT NAME (and i WASN’T, it’s “WELL-MANICURED MAN” and i got a SPOILER💔)

this is why i should not do these things. if i call someone by the wrong name, y’all are just gonna have to let me know in the replies and cringe through my mistaken posts.

damn. 

well. it’s been 2 seasons. i might as well keep calling him the wrong name.

okay, so he put together that if krycek was willing to infect the boy, he also must have had a cure for him, developed by the russians. krycek is silent at this. 

AND THIS WOULD MEAN RESISTANCE TO THE COLONISTS IS NOW POSSIBLE ‼️‼️

OHHH well-groomed man is YELLING AT HIM!!!! “DO YOU HAVE THE VACCINE?” damn, it's very echo-y place to yell, in the bottom of a soviet ship. 

hmm… well-groomed man leaves. i hope he finds the vaccine and it is not copyrighted by anyone and the whole world can become immune to oil aliens. this is the good ending.

okay, what the hell is going on now! a plane just exploded? where did this take place?? someone is dragging a body away. and a ton of military personnel are moving in. 

OMG THE BODY DRAGGER IS THE NO FACE GUY FROM BEFORE!!! who was lighting the people on fire in the last episode!! is he an alien?? was that his spaceship??

back to more important matters at hand: scully. she’s looking through the photos of the incident at the dam that she was in attendance of, but cannot recall anything. and she is sitting up now, so that means improvement!

she cannot tell you where this place even is- but none of the other survivors have been able to give an account, either. very interesting that they felt called there but cannot recount it.

mulder found more implants in the bodies, which would explain how she and the others got there. must be her new implant that cured the cancer also inspires the feelings of restlessness that brought the others abductees to the dam. but it doesn’t explain why they wanted those people dead, or why she lived.

“all comes down to a question, scully, one that hasn’t been answered or… i don’t even think honestly addressed: who made that chip in your neck?” <- OH SHOOT... HE’S (finally) GOING THERE!!!

it was found in a military research facility… he’s convinced it was the government that did all this, to do biological experiments and warfare

“the truth i’ve been searching for? the truth is in you” <- oh my god… the truth being her… hold on, i need a moment for that one.

the truth being something that is physically within someone, and as a result, being able to hold The Truth; the truth being the forceful result of autonomy being stripped away; the truth being an act of violence; the truth being the north star that guides you; all of these things being in contradiction and embodied in dana scully. i am getting ideas for poetry out of this line. everybody say thank you mulder for making me want to pick up a pencil.

oh shoot. i sense some stuff is about to go down.

“mulder, when i met you five years ago, you told me that your sister had been abducted… by aliens” (he smiles, as if thinking his past self is foolish, or recalling that first night together, or both of these things)

“that that event had marked you so deeply that nothing else mattered. i didn’t believe you, but i followed you, on nothing more than your faith that the truth was out there, based not on facts, not on science, but on your memories that your sister had been taken from you. your memories were all that you had”

(faith being a motif in scully's life... faith not in what he thinks, but in him as a person... belief being a motif in both of their lives in opposite directions... her faith placed in him and in science, and his in her and in the unknown... man, hold on...)

“i don’t trust those memories now”, he points out.

“well, whether you trust them or not, they’ve led you here. and me. but i have no memories to either trust nor distrust, and if you ask me now to follow you again, to stand behind you in what you now believe, without knowing what happened to me out there, without those memories, i can’t. i won’t”

oh my god. ohhhh my god. is this the end? do they travel no further upon this twisted road together? and if it is the end, can we even blame her?

he gets up and looks out the window, probably to conceal the inner turmoil

he wants to give her those memories, to prove that what he believed for so long was wrong… but she asks if that is really what he wants

:( :(

this has the sort of emotional weight that makes me think i'll be unpacking it for decades. i will give it room to nestle into my soul, break my heart, and then dissect it in detail at a later time.

back to the syndicate. according to their reports, the guy with no face seems to have lost his facial features in self-mutilation done as protection (??). no facial features is protection against infection by the black oil!!! omg!!!

he’s an alien rebel!!!! omg!! that is what the boy saw last episode! so this alien rebel was the one that did the torching!! he’s fighting against the alien colonists!!!

a war has begun!!! 

OH SHIT!!! well-groomed man HAS the vaccine!! it was what was in that bottle that krycek stole last episode! do you think he’s telling the truth, or just bluffing to try and inspire resistance against the colonists?! well, we can find it out if we inject marita...

well-groomed man wants to side with the rebel, but the other dude says that the alien colonists will squash them! a terrible dilemma. reminds me of the civil war plotline in skyrim. you must take a stand against the aliens!!!!

so they inject marita….

but before we can learn if that mystery liquid krycek snatched from the gulag has any effects on marita, we cut to dr. werber’s office!!! he asks if scully is okay with this, and she quietly says she is. mulder is playing with his tie on the other end of the couch.

oh my god, so even though he didn't trust his own memories, he's going to bring her to his doctor to undergo the same process? he must really want to prove she experienced what she did.

the doctor is laying her down, and she’s watching mulder before she closes her eyes and tries to relax everything…. is it going to work??

OH!! she’s screaming!!! and mulder is freaked tf out as she does so!!!

she’s recalling the ship flying over…

and she’s groaning, tapping the couch next to mulder, wordlessly asking for him to hold her hand as she relives the awful moments (oh my GOD???)

she’s remembering the people with no faces lighting the others on fire. and there’s another ship!! and the rebels are burned up by the ship!! 

and then the second ship TAKES cassandra!! from right next to her!! they all lift their hands in supplication and she rises up out of her wheelchair!!! the aliens beam her up!!

she’s still yelling when the doctor tries to get her to come back, and it takes three tries to do so. she finally does, and she’s still panting when she turns to look at mulder and asks him if he was there the whole time. and he nods.

so that means that her body knew she needed to hold his hand despite her not being mentally present at all... the way they need each other...

holy fuck, we have never seen scully screaming in that level of distress before. and we have seen some CRAZY scully distress!! like when she lost her father, or when she confronted her sister’s killer. but this was SO out of body, the whole thing, like watching her worst nightmare.

and what is mulder thinking right now?? is he back in his alien era?? how does it feel to watch your best friend scream and scream in terror, knowing you can do nothing to stop it because the terrible things already happened??

please just cuddle for a bit, you two. take a breather.

SKINNER LISTENED TO THE TAPE OF HER BEING HYPNOTIZED!!! oh my god. imagine your boss listening to your worst memories…

despite sitting through scully having her own experience, mulder still refers to the memory of his sister’s abduction as false. so does he think this didn’t really happen to scully, either? i mean, they found her body there, and like 50 dead people! if i’m mulder i’d be thinking gee, maybe i was wrong about the memories of my youth being false!! this seems a little suspicious!! what is this man thinking...?

skinner clarifies that he needs to make a REPORT and this is nothing to go on. well. this is not unusual. 

mulder says the whole thing was staged by the government, and cassandra was taken by a military aircraft. but i ask: how would the government manage to kill 50 people and embed false memories in the others??

i mean, false memories through repeated hypnotherapy sessions for just mulder seems possible. it would take a while, but maybe they could convince him of the nature of his sister's disappearance being supernatural. but how could they do that so suddenly, and to so many people at once? i'm not buying it.

this explanation does not seem to please the pensive skinner

“over the past five years, i’ve doubted you, only to be persuaded by the power of your belief in extraterrestrial phenomena. and i’m doubting you now not because of that belief, but… because extraterrestrial phenomena is, frankly, the more plausible explanation” <- ohhh, we are allowed some insight into the enigma that is skinner’s mind…

(it is actually really interesting to see how skinner views mulder and the nature of his work and beliefs. i've wondered where he falls on the spectrum of believer to non-believer for a while; i guess i thought he was somewhere in the middle, not committed to anything beyond catching the bad guy of the day. if using secret psychic thwarting tricks helps get a killer off of the streets, by all means, he'll let mulder give it a go. but i think his skepticism on the authenticity of his claims makes sense. sure buddy, you can go buy a ghost detecting machine if it makes the public safer. just... get things done)

“then i suggest you put that in your report”, snaps mulder, who gets up to leave. BRO IS ALWAYS SO SNIPPY WITH SKINNER. HE IS ON YOUR SIDE. BE NICE TO HIM. meanwhile scully is sitting here in immense pain trying to figure out wtf is going on….

back to marita. the other syndicate guy is proclaiming that the vaccine does not work. he wants to turn the alien rebel over!!

but well-groomed man says they have to hold onto him- if they turn him in, they lose all chance of resistance!! i’m lowkey with him here. like, through the power of friendship everything is possible. consider that.

NOOO, this other guy says he already turned the alien rebel back over, and well-groomed man is left in shock! how wild our narrative is that i had come to root for him for a brief moment, and now feel sad that his ideas have been shot down!!

why is agent spender down in the basement office... did he let himself into the office of our agents? i do not like this one bit. he is not visually intimidating, but his aura is unsettling.

what is this dude doing…? he says he’s here about his mother. but he’s asking scully weird questions…

he wants to know what scully and his mother talked about. then he starts playing a video of baby him!!! and it seems he is doing regression hypnosis, and he’s recalling cassandra going up into the sky. but he says none of it happened!!! he said his mom told him to say those things!!!

he claims she told the story over and over again to make up for the fact that his dad left them and it drove his mother insane. which. doesn't really explain everything, but i guess it's a start.

he thinks dr. werber indulged in his mother’s fantasies and that his methods are dangerous and unsound, and she ought to question anything she experienced in his office

“well i appreciate your opinion, agent spender,  but i don’t have a mother feeding me abduction stories” <- GET HIM ‼️

“you’ve got agent mulder, don’t you?” <- OHHH, DON’T GO THERE YOU BRAT. and besides, he doesn’t even BELIEVE IN THAT STUFF ANYMORE. get lost.

(editing these notes and this pissed me tf off again. because how dare he imply that mulder is manipulating her psychologically instead of being her partner and seeing her as an equal? god forbid the two of them respect each other. no, clearly it MUST be that the man is taking advantage of the woman, tricking her into thinking alien thoughts in the same way spender's mother did to him. right?!? (heavy on the /s, btw) don't piss me off, buddy. implying their relationship is not built on mutual respect is going to piss me off EVERY time, no matter who is comes from!!!)

he tells her not to let herself be used, and there are tears in her eyes :( well right now, mr. spender, you seem like the one doing the using

when mulder gets home, he finds a note on the floor: “things are looking up” OH SHIT, SOMEONE IS ATTACKING HIM

“you must be losing it, mulder. i can beat you with one hand” GTFO KRYCEK I’M SERIOUS!!! I’LL CALL PEST CONTROL

“isn’t that how you like to beat yourself?” <- LMAOOOOO mulder may be on the ground with a gun in his face, but that man ALWAYS has a one liner 

“hear this, agent mulder, because what i’m telling you is deadly serious: there is a war raging, and unless you pull out of the sand, you and i and about five billion other people are going to go the way of the dinosaur” <- oh shit… he has to pick a side… between the colonists and the resistance!!

is the whole fate of the world really in his hands? can he not share that responsibility with his friends?

mulder is laughing at his claims of alien colonization. 

“one rule: resist or serve” <- KRYCEK SAID THE WORDS ON THE SCREEN

he calls krycek a murder and a liar and a coward, and asks how is he supposed to trust him!!! points were made!!

the mass incinerations were to disrupt the colonization… and one man is being held captive. if he dies, so does the resistance. hmm. how do you know all this, krycek? source: trust me bro

DID HE JUST KISS MULDER???

krycek is your problematic bisexual representation… wow. who would have guessed?

(been 3 days now since i watched this episode and i am STILL shocked. yeah yeah i KNOW he's russian, and european people smooch sometimes when they say hello, but that is NOT what happened here. at all. he was pinning mulder to the ground, filled with fury, and then lust overtook, as it so often does)

he gives his gun to mulder…. and says good luck in russian, leaving a very angry and sad agent on the floor. damn. i also need a moment to process that. 

let us take some time together to ponder.

okay.

HEY! i know this guy from the air force base! he’s the alien bounty hunter!! and he’s breaking in!!!

mulder is sitting on his couch in despair when in comes scully.

“what are you doing sitting here in the dark?” “thinking” “about what?” “oh the usual- destiny, fate, how to throw a curveball… the inextricable relationships in our lives that are neither accidental nor somehow entirely in our control, either” <- poetic!!

the intimacy of knocking on your bestie's door and he is just sitting there pondering with all of the lights off... wow.

she comes to tell him she’s reconsidered her experiences with dr. werber!! nooo, do not let spender get to you!! and mulder has also done some reconsidering of his own… 

has his alien era returned??

krycek’s note left the name of an air base on the back!! they must go to find answers!!

no mention of the kiss to scully, which is fine i guess. but i would have been curious to see her reaction. she's pretty unflappable, although maybe she'd say he's unfolding like a flower again. and he’s out the door. 

they’re being let into the base at night. poor scully looks very sleepy. 

OHHH THE GUY DOESN’T WANT TO LET THEM IN…. and he says his name wrong (lmao), so mulder says there is a leak and that someone inside requires immediate medical aid.

HE CALLS THE GUY “SON”? “why don’t you go check on that, son. i’d hate for somebody to die because you were uninformed” <- woah. that was very weird. him calling someone that feels off and strange.

mulder wants to gun it to get into the facility while the gate guy is investigating his claims, but scully is surprised to know that she recognizes the driver of the truck across from them!!!

while the guard is being told he needs to place our agents under military arrest, mulder has hatched onto the back of the other truck!! scully is just sitting there like wtf, and is now being arrested. he loves to jump on a moving vehicle. 

so he’s inside this tented area on the back of the truck and finds a locked box with the faceless alien rebel inside!!!! but the truck is stopping; have they been caught??

OH!! the guy driving IS THE SHAPESHIFTER!!! and he’s coming to go get the faceless rebel. what is mulder to do???

alien bounty hunter is coming to get the rebel; he pops out the needle…. but something is afoot! everything is bathed in light and shaking!!! 

the faceless man is being lifted up… but mulder screams “noooooooo” and fires his gun??? THAT WAS VERY BLURRY AND CONFUSING!! what just happened!!!!

are we back to marita now?? yes, we are!!! she seems to be free of oil in her eyes!!!

meanwhile, mulder is being arrested, but the rebel alien isn’t there!!! WHERE DID HE GOOOO?!

the agents are going on a date to jail. he’s covered in sweat and he doesn’t know what happened while he was out there….. she grabs his hand…. so romantic

spender is arriving into skinner’s office. what is going on here? he shared there is no news about his mother. oh, mulder has opened a xx file on the case…

skinner clarifies that this has no effect on spender's position in the FBI. and mentions that he has a patron who thinks highly of him??? WHO??? no one knows??? someone with a high level of influence??? oh, that is concerning. 

IS IT HIS DAD???

when he walks out her gets a letter from quebec… and it’s in a red envelope!! the same as that kid was holding at the very start of the episode!!!!

up in quebec, that kid is delivering another letter to the mysterious cabin…. and the letter was returned.

IT’S CSM??????? 

I KNEW HE WASN’T DEAD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CSM has a son and a family he left…. omfg…. and he’s hiding out in CANADA???? 

THIS ANSWERED NO QUESTIONS. AND EVEN RAISED NEW ONES.

okay, after seeing the whole episode, here are my thoughts:

still losing it at krycek kissing mulder’s cheek. i just KNOW the slash girlies were losing their MINDS. as they had every right to do! i felt your joy across time and space.

so, the vaccine against the alien oil works! if we can simply inject every single person in the world, we should be able to put up a resistance fight!! and also we will need to get a lot of those green needles that kill the shapeshifting aliens. which probably also come from outer space. so we'll need a mass scale smuggling. no biggie. /s

what happened to the resistance fighter??? did he get out?? was he taken away by the evil colonist aliens?? 

and who bailed these two out!!!

is mulder back in his believer era?? he has to be!!! 

marita is alive… you have to stop the ratboy, queen. you need to lock in. idgaf if he’s the one who knows about the aliens. wait until the alien stuff is sorted out and then stab him. for me. train hard to complete the task you have been assigned.

CSM HAD A FAMILY!!! HOLY HELL, LET’S CIRCLE BACK TO THAT SHALL WE?? and he left them!!! but he kept writing letters!! that is CRAZY!!!

rip my boy dmitri :(

i watched this episode 3 days ago and there is still SO much to process. it might take a long time. typical jam-packed sort of episode. is this what we refer to as the "myth arc"? because it establishes the mythology and main plot? am i using this term correctly? please do share. and also please tell me if the following things gagged you:

CSM alive reveal, CSM family reveal, alien rebel reveal, marita knowing krycek reveal, krycek smooching mulder reveal, scully screaming under hypnosis, mulder gently brushing her hair out of her face, etc etc. thank you very much.

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Wedding Plan Trash Watch!

You ready to snuffle-kiss the burn? 

Before I start...

Find out about Mame and the Mameverse here.

Find my other trash watches of her and others here. 

We all know what we are getting in for, 7 episodes of BLduggery. To crane your neck as you drive by the car wreck or not... that is the question. Me? I'm wallowing in the guts. 

Episode 1 - In which I craft an ode to Dumpster Fires Everywhere 

I am sorry, but they opened with Battle Hymn of the Republic for PrapaiSky’s wedding? I busted out laughing. 

Also, you KNOW I can’t just let that go. 

Ready?

LET’S SING! (Bet you’d never thought I’d type those words). 

Battle Hymn of BL Tumblr

Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the trash This is barely even BL it’s just Mame writing slash  She hath set ablaze such garbage in pursuit of all our cash But the trash watch must go on! 

 (Buh buh ba buh) 

Glory, glory hallelujah!  Mame hit us with a sewer.  Spoiling all our fun, Oh the shit storm has begun, But the trash watch must go on! 

I have seen the dumpster-fires of a hundred BL tropes She will sacrifice her ukes ’til they’ve lost all of their hopes We will watch in righteous anger while the refuse burns and smokes But the trash watch must go on! 

 (Buh buh ba buh) 

Glory, glory hallelujah!  Life’s rough for a BL reviewer.  When OG BL fans run afoul of Mame stans  But the trash watch must go on! 

 Buh buh buh buh! 

Thank you, thank you, I’ll be here for the next 7 weeks. Yes some of my rhyming conventions are awkward af but I never claimed to be a filker. Now where was I?

Oh YES, 

STILL AT THE VERY BEGINNING. 

Where have I seen this seme before? Oh! Top Secret Together. 

Micky D sponsorship? Nice. I’m impressed. 

Too many sound effects, abort! Is that the sound tech from Lovely Writer I sniff? Someone please fire his ass. Yes, it must be him. Only a straight dude misuses buttons like that. 

I feel Nuea’s pain I too hate the gym. 

This better not be in one of those situations where after instalove our seme arranges for the wedding planner boy he likes to plan his own wedding so that he can marry him at the end. 

Lots of pronouns going astray in that sentence, but you get my meaning. 

Drag baby around. Locker room. Kabeldon 

Honestly? And this is not usually a criticism I lob at Mame ( I know is there anything I have lobbed at her?) but the leads seem a bit stiff and uninspired. 

It is just me? 

Episode 2 - What’s this? Oh is that boredom? 

What are these boys in these office BLs doing behind their desks on those computers? They never actually seem to be working at all. They’re like brochure stock art ads for boys on computers. 

I had to skip most of the humiliating stuff with the food in the car and whatever was going on because… aargh. 

They keep ordering food in this episode of nobody’s eating it. And it looks really good and I’m hungry and this is very upsetting to me. 

Lom is just totally jerking Nuea around. Just tell him what your relationship is with the bride. 

There’s no need to be so fucking coy about it. 

I love the flaming yelling fit from Nuea tho.  

It was also a good kiss. 

But that’s what we expect from a Mame. 

Mame giveth and mame taketh away. 

Somewhat dull episode frankly. Even with the kiss.

Sigh. What have I become?

Episode 3 - WHAT IS THIS? There is nothing about this episode that pleased me even a tiny bit. Except Noel’s hair. But that wasn’t part of the script. 

Buckle up, I got A LOT to say. 

It’s a pleasure to welcome you back to your normal and expected ABL meets Mame interface where... ABL LOSES THEIR TINY MIND. 

Right on schedule it feels like. 

Ready?

Oh who am I kidding, you sadists life for this shizz. And you can’t tell me you don’t. 

Lom is so frustrating. 

I wanna punch him too. Sing it, sister! 

Random water sports. (And not of the kind one might expect from Mame. Stop it. You know she would go there. She’d think it was edgy.) 

Peeps! 

We need a name for when a BL reviews itself. 

It keeps happening. 

Should you tell him everything? 

Yes. 

1000 times yes. 

I’m basically screaming it at the screen. 

TELL HIM!!!! 

You tricked him into a date without telling him a single thing about what’s actually going on. Are you insane? 

What the hell. 

You keep kissing him but he is planning your wedding. How fucked up are you? You monster 

A Mame show calling out its own exploitive sexism is so fucking awkward. 

Mame. Sweetheart. Snookums. Sugarbeans. Shaken-baccon. You don’t have enough fucking talent to go meta. Leave it to the better BLs to follow trends. Your shizz is old fashioned and that’s why people like it. Don’t try to be classy, it makes this whole shit show just look even more shabby. 

Poor baby. 

Now he’s doubting himself completely. 

What are these assholes doing to you? 

Come with me. 

I’m going to transport you to this other terrible BL trash watch happening right now, where there is a LOVELY adorable boy named Max and I think you would be perfect together. 

So it’s basically just Narnia-level closet cases we are dealing with here? 

THAT’S IT?

THAT’S THE EXCUSE FOR THIS LEVEL OF MANIPULATION?

WHAT IS GOING ON? 

Nuea is such a cutie.

I want to punch Lom all over again.   

Noel looks v pretty as a blond. 

The proposal sequence was unnecessary. But at least I don’t wanna punch anyone. 

THIS IS NOT AN EXCUSE for lying. For manipulation. For not understanding how you’re betraying another person’s faith in himself. 

Especially not if you’re in the position of power: social, cultural, employer. 

Why doesn’t Mame EVER understand this? 

You can’t have a character that is sincere and earnest in love and yet entirely lacking in all forms of integrity. 

This is driving me crazy. 

No one is in the show is as crazy as this show is making me.

I started this episode wanting to punch Lom, and I’m ending this episode wanting to punch Lom.

That’s a mame plot for ya. 

No character development at all, on any side of the screen. 

And someone, mostly me, is always left with a mad desire to punch something. 

Frankly, I kinda want to punch the screen.

Episode 4 - I Am Going to Start Drinking

I like consent especially when “no” is activated. But this being Mame she shoe horns it in and then the seme ignores it. 

It’s so awkward. She’s actually incapable of making any non-problematic tropes sexy. It’s like there is only one lane for her shows and that lane is...

the WORST 

My “Punch Lom in the face 2023” campaign continues.

I don’t see how he can ever become a sympathetic character. He just trundles along lying by omission (when speaking up would make everything better). I hate him. 

I’m glad we get to see Nuea suffering, now show Lom what he has done and make him lose the boy. 

No? No.

Instead Lom gets rewarded with sex for being a sleazy lying gutless jerk? Well terds to both you fine gentlemen. 

I mean, very gay of you, Nuea sweetie. 

“Because just SOOOO hot” being the #1 excuse in my personal “I slept with WHAT?” experience. (Heh, to be fair I’m often the WHAT? in that equation. I live to be someone’s bad mistake... just not Lom-level-bad. 

Where was I? 

Oh yeah, Gaga has the sex scene. FYI. Came outta nowhere, that sex scene did. Very disjointed... not that kind of joint. Not that kind either.

It’s not a particularly impressive sex scene, which is disappointing. Because WHY ELSE WOULD WE BE WATCHING?

I mean, if you’re going to have your characters (and by extension us) forfeit all integrity and taste in order to watch your stupid show, the least you could do is give us decent chemistry. 

I’m not saying this is worse than LITA but at least LITA was hot.

It wasn’t anything else. But it was hot.

This this is 

not hot. 

In conclusion: if Nuea’s baby bro doesnt’t punch Lom in the face next week I will have to start drinking on Weds...

oh wait!

BMF ends this Friday! I can switch to drinking mid week!

YES

(I have a new rule: only one BL a week is allowed to drive me to drink in any give rotation.) 

Imma preemptively point out that I am aware that bearding and lavender marriages are still quite common all over the world. I would whole heartedly support a good depiction of it. (Even one where it stays fix in the beard position.) This is NOT a good depiction. 

I shall draw your attention to 2017′s rarely discussed (not really BL) We Are Gamily out of... you guessed it... Taiwan. You can argue with me about this only AFTER you have watched that. 

Okay, back to the trash watch. 

Episode 5 - I Neglected to Drink and that was a Mistake

Ate a lot of crap traveling home today (feel gross) + tumblr new desktop UX has me pissed + Mame & alcohol? I’m not sure I’d survive. So no alcohol. 

Here we go. 

Poor Nuea feels so guilty. 

Please save me from ever feeling that way after sex. *shudder* 

Before you ask, to the best of my knowledge, I have never slept with a married person. I’ve slept with married people... married to each other mind you... but I hope that makes it clear everyone was consensual. (I recommend it, by the way. Being a unicorn is lots of fun.) 

Where was i? 

We were dealing with punching Lom not my misspent youth. 

(looks at calendar. wait, that was last month.) 

PUNCH LOM 2023! 

Queen! 

I love her.

It wasn’t a physical punch but a verbal one is almost as good. (And can be more damaging in the long run.) 

Could we please still have an actual punch?

Pretty please?

Mame punches her characters all the time. And no character ever deserved a punching more than Lom. 

I do wish there was a nice boy back home to scoop Nuea up. 

That line of boys wanting him, could we see it, not be told it? 

I do like the random sinshine hyung side couple. 

Omg. COLD MICKY D?! 

That might just be the most objectionable moment in this whole show. 

And that’s a tall order. 

Pun intended.

(straight, HA! pun not intended but still very much THERE) 

Was I pleased we got multiple characters who are just outright gay? Yes. 

But representation has not been one of Mame’s issues. 

I mean Tharn was one of the first openly gay seme leads in a Thai BL, and she also had rep for lube and condoms in that show. That’s not the issue with TharnType. Or Mame. 

Her issues tend to revolve around story structure and audience manipulation. 

Was I pleased that Nuea knew what was going on? Yes, I’m glad he’s not totally clueless. 

I still want Lom to be punched in the face and I’m still mad at this show. 

Episode 6 - Too hot to drink, still a Mistake

I finally figured out my real problem with Lom. It’s not that he was closeted and manipulative without good reason (although he is). It’s not that he lied and strung Nuea along for a lot longer than was necessary (because he did). It is that he basically does everything for himself and his own ends. Even when he’s confessing his love it comes off as flat because it isn’t about Nuea and what Nuea wants or needs, it’s about Lom wants.

Hanging a lampshade on it doesn’t make it right. 

It was good bridge kiss. And car kiss. And sex kisses. 

There is something corrupted grunge romantic asking the person you love most in the world to hide that love and climb back into the closet with you for the sake of your nasty arse family (is that a queer taboo, hum). I’m not saying lavender marriages are necessarily wrong, I’m just saying it’s an interesting plot twist in a BL. 

I think we HAVE to hold this up and examine it in stark contrast to the final ep of Bad Buddy. It’s interesting how the closet retreat didn’t bother me at all in BB, and I thought it was quite a clever and elegant ending twist. Whereas here it’s just annoying. It’s not making me as angry as it probably should. But it is annoying as a narrative conceit and denouement.

Can I ask a question.

 It’s not a serious question, of course. 

What is up with all of the shows this year having dates on lakes featuring that thing where you ride a funny little floaty-boat while being dragged behind a fast boat. I’m sure it has a name, but I could not care less. New sponsor? 

The sex scene was fine. But I have to say, I wish they had leaned into the fact that Lom is a virgin and Nuea has more experience. It would’ve been a really interesting dynamic to see honestly represented on screen.

In conclusion, Nuea is a saint and next week everything comes to a head that didn’t already get head this episode.

Episode 7 - Finally I’m drinking! 

I am having a tiki beverage this evening to round out this show. Coconut rum and mango popping Boba are involved. Don’t judge. I have the alcohol palate of a 7 year old. 

I’m ready! Let’s shave this beard!

And, well, that was a pink saturated drama of the mothers in law. Enjoyable lakorn style scenery chewing. The ladies seemed to be enjoying themselves.

Lom pretending to be sad and pitiful. Also funny. 

Using his evil against his mom is acceptable. Suddenly his manipulative lying ways are working in the right direction. 

Honestly? 

This was a fine ending, I’m not mad at it. 

They managed to keep Lom in character until the end, he remained deceitful.  I would never trust him, but clearly Nuea is willing to ride that dragon. 

I guess 7/10? 

If you can tolerate Mame and liars (kinda the same thing) you’ll be fine with this show. 

But, frankly? Lom as a character would sit better amongst the drama bananas of Only Friends.

In summation: 

A lackluster Mame offering with less of her usual stellar chemistry, but all of her usual manipulation. An innocent wedding planner falls haplessly and hopelessly in love with a groom who relentlessly pursues him, even though he’s about to marry someone else. 

(source) 

[acescorazon]

i know you like old man yaoi but have you considered old woman yuri (i want bughawk to kiss and be in love)

Hello, Nonnie whose identity I do not know!!! Thanks for your request!!! This series is partially for you, but it's kind of a slow burn, so there won't be any kisses and lovey-dovey stuff for a little while :) ANYWAYS. Starting another new series (because I was bullied) Where (Fem) Buggy gets thrown overboard during a storm and Mihawk (also fem) rescues her and swims them to shore. Things are a little messy at first because Buggy is pretty sure Mihawk hates her, and Buggy hates Mihawk just as much, if not more, but they figure it out, eventually. Enjoy!

Title: Coexisting (But just barely)

Pairing: Fem!Bughawk Ch: 1/? (i'm so sorry.)

Rating: M (I'm just going to rate it that as a whole.)

Word count: 2178

Warnings: Crocodile. Near death experiences. Language.

Chapter excerpt:

“Don’t be a wimp.”

At what point do they actually start panicking and say enough is enough?  With a groan, Buggy makes a desperate attempt to get back to her feet and once she does manage to stand up straight, the very next moment, yet another wave hits the side of their ship, capsizing it.

Buggy never stood a chance. She’s dumped into the water and there’s nothing she can do, but sink while being engulfed by complete darkness. Is she really going to die because of Crocodile’s negligence? Man, this sucks. She should have never borrowed money from Crocodile. Maybe if she were a little wiser, then Cross Guild would have never become a thing, and she wouldn’t be seconds away from her dying.

Oh, they fucked up.

Buggy tried to warn Crocodile that there was a storm approaching earlier, and she thinks her exact response was, “I ain’t afraid of no rain.” Okay, yeah, neither is Buggy, but this is more than just a light drizzle. It’s stinging hail that keeps slashing at their faces, it’s howling winds that are strong enough to knock even the mighty Sir Crocodile herself over, It’s waves the size of Elbaf giants that, when they aren’t smashing against the sides of the boat and threatening to capsize it, are sending them high up in the air and then hurling them back down to earth, but Crocodile doesn’t seem to care about all that.

Buggy grips the rails to the ship tightly as more hail whips across her face, and there’s this nasty voice at the back of her head that keeps reminding her that if she lets go, she’s as good as dead. Right now she can barely see in front of her, but she still squints her eyes and tries to look at the giant figure at the helm, “Crocodile!” She screams over the raging wind, “Turn back.” This is insane.  Maybe in a different situation, she’d tell her to push through the storm like the other woman definitely wants to, but her gut is telling her there’s no way they’re going to make it through this monster, and they definitely can’t sit it out either.

The island they were just at is so close, yet…

Crocodile makes no effort to turn the ship around, and over all the noise, Buggy can faintly hear her yell back,“Quit being a wimp.”  she’s a wimp for wanting to live?! She groans as she finally comes to the realization that Crocodile isn’t going to listen to reason, at least not from her. She looks around for Mihawk, and she could have sworn that she was near Crocodile earlier, but now she’s nowhere to be found. “Hawkeye?” She calls out, concerned, because the last time she checked the only ones who hadn’t run inside the ship were the three of them, and she hadn’t heard Mihawk go inside, not that she can hear much right now anyways.

Buggy doesn’t receive an answer after calling Mihawk’s name, so she turns her attention back to Crocodile, who’s struggling to stand on her own two feet as the wind blows against her. “Crocodile, where’s Hawkeye?” She asks, but doesn’t get an answer from her either, Crocodile’s way too focused on trying to keep a grip on the ship’s wheel. Oh, this is just freaking great, Buggy thinks. The last thing they need right now is to lose one of their crewmates if you can even consider them a crew.

She looks over her shoulder, trying to see if she can see anything that might indicate that Mihawk’s still on the ship. Any little sign of life will do; Her hat, her coat, her sword, anything, but she can see none of those things. Did she fall off the ship? “Mihawk? Are you okay?” Now, there is a chance that Mihawk is somewhere on the ship and just can’t hear Buggy over the sounds of heavy rains and thunder, but there’s also the chance that she might have gone overboard during one of the several times the ship was thrown up in the air. “Crocodile, where’s Hawkeye?” She yells again, this time a little louder.

Crocodile hears her this time and briefly looks around her before replying in a rather indifferent voice, “Who knows?” She could at least act like she’s concerned for someone who’s her friend, or at least Buggy always assumed they were friends. Hell, Mihawk and Buggy hate each other, but Buggy’s still concerned about her safety. “What if she went overboard?” She asks, and if Crocodile were anyone but….well, Crocodile, then she’d probably be panic-stricken right now.

“That’s her own problem.”  

Oh, she’s a mad woman and she needs to be stopped because if she doesn’t care about Mihawk potentially going overboard, then she sure as hell won’t care about what happens to Buggy or the rest of the crew. Buggy takes a deep breath and inches her way towards Crocodile, “Crocodile, turn around!” she shouts.

Crocodile glances at her through wet bangs, which means she definitely heard her, but she doesn’t respond. Enough’s enough, Buggy thinks, hating herself for even letting things get this far. She shouldn’t have let her men leave the island. She should have kept them safe, but she didn’t. She was too scared to actually go against Crocodile, and now look at them.  Good God, this is insane.

Buggy doesn’t know what the game plan is, but she has to get Crocodile away from the helm.  She takes a deep breath and lets go of the only thing keeping her safe. She struggles to make it the few feet across the deck to where Crocodile is and almost loses her footing a few times, but she’s almost there. She doesn’t care what Crocodile does to her, she has to get a hold of the wheel, she has to turn back.

Buggy's fingertips just barely brush against the plush fabric of Crocodile’s coat when all of a sudden another monstrous wave slams into the side of their ship, damn near capsizing it for real this time. “Fuc--” She yelps as her feet slip from underneath her, and she goes sliding across the deck. No matter how hard she tries, she can’t stop, and she hits the deck, shoulder first and with a hard thud. Crocodile’s words repeat in her head as pain shoots up her shoulder.

'Don’t be a wimp.'

At what point do they actually start panicking and say enough is enough?  With a groan, Buggy makes a desperate attempt to get back to her feet and once she manages to stand up straight, the very next moment, yet another wave hits the side of their ship, capsizing it.

Buggy never stood a chance. She’s dumped into the water and there’s nothing she can do but sink while being engulfed by complete darkness. Is she really going to die because of Crocodile’s negligence? Man, this sucks. She should have never borrowed money from Crocodile. Maybe if she were a little wiser, then Cross Guild would have never become a thing and she wouldn’t be seconds away from dying.

Usually around this time, one of her men heroically jumps into the water to save her, but her poor men probably don’t even know what hit them. She rushed them inside to try to keep them away from the danger, but in the end, none of that mattered because the boat tipped over, and now devil fruit users and non-devil fruit users are all screwed.  

She tries not to breathe for as long as she can, but eventually, she can’t take the burn in her lungs and she has no other choice but to breathe in the ocean around her.  It’s agonizing, to say the least, and she knows, she fucking knows that she can’t swim, but she still tries to propel herself upward and try to save herself but to no avail. Buggy feels as useless as a piece of trash sinking to the bottom of the sea right now, and she hates it. She hates how every time she’s thrown into the water, she’s unable to move let alone swim because back in the day she used to be the best swimmer on her crew, well, second best.  

A wave of exhaustion also hits her to make matters worse, and she just wants to go to sleep. Maybe that’s what she should do. Maybe she should just stop struggling and accept her cruel fate. No one’s coming for her. Her men are probably confused and trying to get off the ship right about now, and if they don’t drown right away, surely the storm will sweep them away. This is all Crocodile’s fault, and she swears if she sees her in the afterlife she’s going to make her regret this bullshit. 

 

Something grabs Buggy by the waist just when she’s on the brink of going unconscious, but she can’t tell what’s got her. For all she knows it could be a sea king, and she’s not sure if she’d rather die from being eaten by a sea king or if she’d rather die from drowning, but it probably doesn’t matter anyways. Dead is dead.  She doesn’t fight whatever has her though, she just wants this nightmare to be over with. (Also, she hopes that the same thing that has her eats Crocodile too, if it is a sea king.) Much to her surprise though, whatever, or rather whoever has her starts pulling her up to the surface.  

This can't be real. She's sinking to the bottom of the sea, moments away from meeting an untimely end. She's not actually being rescued right now. That's impossible, who would even be able to see her and rescue her? This has to be some sort of delusion. This can't be real.

Rather quickly, though, the darkness surrounding her disappears, and before she has time to comprehend what’s going on, her head is reaching the surface and her lungs are burning as she gasps for air then proceeds to start coughing. Maybe this isn’t a delusion, or if it is, then Buggy doesn’t want to know the truth. As she tries to catch her breath, she looks up to see who rescued her and almost passes out.

“Hawkeye?” She calls out, weakly, still not convinced that she hasn’t died and gone to hell or something. It just doesn’t make sense for her to actually come to her aid, she hates her guts! But even if she did come to save her… How was she able to see in that cold abyss and find her?  Where did she even come from?

Mihawk stares at her with an unreadable expression on her face. She takes a moment to catch her own breath before looking away and finally muttering, “Oh, it’s you.”  

The words, 'Oh, it’s you.' echo throughout Buggy’s head, and a part of her wants to tell Hawkeye to drop her back into the ocean and let her drown for real this time because seriously? What does that mean? 'Oh, it’s you.' Who was she trying to rescue? Crocodile? “What’s that supposed to mean?” Buggy complains in a hoarse voice. She’s so close to Mihawk's face right now, that she could… she could just bite it off! Who cares if they both end up drowning after that?

“...I thought you were a little too light to be Crocodile.”

“Why don’t you drop me and go find her instead? “

Sometimes Buggy doesn’t quite understand why she does the things she does and, much to her horror, Mihawk does let go of her, and Buggy swears her life flashes before her eyes as she feels herself start to fall a little. She reaches out, quickly grabbing onto Mihawk and clinging to her. “Don’t! I was just kidding!” She whimpers, “I don’t wanna die.”

Mihawk sighs, “Then be quiet.” The annoyed tone in her voice kinda pisses Buggy off, and she really wants to say something, but this isn’t the time to be fighting with her. Their boat just capsized and now that Buggy’s gotten the chance to look around, she doesn’t see their ship or anyone else around for that matter, and she’s unsure if she’s the one who got swept away or if it was them. “What now?” Buggy asks.

Mihawk gives her a rather nonchalant reply, “We swim to the shore.”

”Are you crazy?” Buggy frowns, “We’ll drown before we make it ashore.”

“We’ll drown if we stay here and do nothing.”

Okay, that is very true, but it’s still storming and If the storm doesn’t get them, then the exhaustion or hypothermia will. They could be swimming for days before they actually reach land, and what happens if Mihawk gets tired or a bad cramp or something? That’s right, she’s going to drown. And do you know what happens if Mihawk drowns? Buggy drowns with her. “Maybe someone’s nearby and can rescue us.”

”In the middle of a storm like this?”

Okay, that’s a fair point. The only ones who were truly stupid enough to try and sail through a storm like this were them, and that obviously didn’t turn out well. Buggy groans, “Okay, but I still think that we need to get help!”

”We aren’t going to get help in the middle of the ocean.”

Buggy knows that she should just be happy and grateful that Mihawk saved her and that she’s still alive. Sure, she’s fatigued and freezing, but she’s still breathing and that has to count for something, but Mihawk really pisses her off.  Why does she always get to decide on what they do? Who died and made her king? She’s sick and tired of Crocodile and Mihawk doing whatever they want and bossing her around like she’s their henchman! 

[hematomes]

You know,as someone who played Genshin,hsr,zzz and hi3 (not at the same time , I dropped hi3 after a while and I might drop zzz cuz combat wise it's also a hack n slash) ,maybe I'm biased but it feels like Genshin gets the worst ideas ,Like if you put the aspects of each game on a spectrum I feel like most of Genshin's aspects end up on the lower half.

It kinda makes me sad because zzz has some cool stuff, hsr too, HI3 has the excuse of being hoyos golden child so to say I guess, regardless of how well it does financially that game is still a big deal you know, but Genshin feels like it's being weirdly left out of all this cool stuff.

Character kits? Been getting worse tbh, animation probably not,I don't think Genshin's animation has ever went anywhere but up, story wise it's fine, and design wise it depends on the character I guess.

Idk ,maybe I'm talking nonsense but it feels like somewhere a few higher ups decided that Genshin would some sort of scapegoat somehow, but then again why would they do that when they could just as well just rake in the money from all of thier IPs, my thought process feels a bit conspiracy theory like

I'm probably just making a big deal out of nothing though.

i agree that genshin has been getting the short end of the stick in v5. rant incoming but i genuinely can't believe how bad it has become lmao

natlan as a nation is... extremely underwhelming. the archon quest has its moments (the war bit was actually very intense imo), but the characters lack depth for the most part, or at least it's explored in different parts that are mostly hidden.

mavuika is the worst archon by a long shot, because she's not flawed like the rest of them. it still feels uncanny that capitano agreed with her plan in a matter of minutes. she feels very... mary sue-esque? like everyone even outside of her nation blindly trusts her, even the traveler. it negates the traveler's character development from nations like fontaine and inazuma, and makes mavuika boring as hell.

mualani is the classic bubbly girl. cool. xilonen exists as a justification for the modern tech. cool. chasca is supposed to be constantly battling demons and was supposedly raised by literal beasts but it's barely addressed/isn't reflected in her character both design and personality wise, and both of her npc sisters were more interesting than her. citlali was cool until she turned into yet another aether simp (they even gave her a specific romantic moment if you play aether, which never happened with playable characters so far). ororon is the saving grace but also turned into a matchmaker for aether and citlali, which is also boring as fuck, and to top it off he's a 4* despite his importance and involvement in the quest (same thing can be said about kachina, the other interesting character). kinich has potential, but appears for a total of 4 frames to have a funny moment with ajaw and then dips. iansan seems really fun but she's yet another chibi with an ambiguous age (professional trainer? how.).

gameplay wise... mavuika is a let down. the nth pyro main dps, HEAVILY reliant on natlan mechanics and characters, fundamentally unplayable without at least xilonen or citlali. the fact that they're rerunning arlecchino in the same patch when arlecchino is 1k better and more powerful is kind of laughable. it is believed that they're surprisingly running both mavuika and citlali in p1 to damage control their revenue, idk how accurate that could be but im inclined to believe it.

xilonen is a cool addition, and a great buff to some teams. she's the only saving grace of natlan so far imo- citlali has a lame ass shield that layla surpasses with a few constellations, kinich is burn reliant so without emilie he's a bit difficult (clinky gameplay as well in my experience), mualani is HORRID to play but she is in fact neuvi-level, chasca is just.. erm. idk. i miss fontaine and sumeru.

even disregarding the glaring issue of gender ratio (a matter so big that even streamers and casual "waifu" pullers are also complaining about it lmao), natlan is ass. like, genuinely. it is ass. i have been playing genshin for 4 years. i stopped buying the battle pass and the login blessing for the first time in these 4 years.

genshin, imo, is the money maker- they've built their empire on it with how big it became, so now they're comfortable enough to neglect it. it's sad and i hate it bc it was one of my favorite games, but i don't really hold out any hope for snezhnaya anymore.

[sofasoap]

Lastochka - Raging waves preview

Thanks to @siilvan and @gamergirlbones for bouncing the ideas with me. Thinking of making part two to my Lastochka series. it might lead to nowhere, or it might be discontinued if i get really stuck with how to proceed with the plot, but at the moment I just wanna share my ideas out. prob be lot more angst than the first series. this is just a preview, I might tidy it up later to make an official prologue.

pairing : Nikolai x F!reader + OC ( child ) + Taskforce 141.

warning : talk of injuries, gore, violence. Mature theme. minors DNI.

not proof read.

Door slammed open, Ghost spotted the tiny figure hiding in the dark corner of the wardrobe, clutching to a crochet doll tightly, while clamping her small hands over her mouth, body shaking and eyes wide with terror. 

“Anya.” 

“Uncle Simon!!” Ghost swung his gun quickly over his shoulder,  crouching down with open arms to catch the petite girl as she scrambles over piles of clothes and boxes, lunging herself at Simon, tears finally spilling over her fear infested orbs. 

“Shh. it's ok.” Ghost soothing the sobbing girl in his arms as he patted his niece on her back. That's when he noticed the red sticky substance. 

Blood. 

Ghost pulled Anya away from him, scanning her up and down, checking for any signs of injuries.

“Love, are you hurt? Did someone hurt you??Tell uncle Si…” 

“Anya!” 

Both of their heads turned, Nikolai storming up the staircase, followed closely by Price. Soap and Gaz emerged from the other rooms seconds later. 

“Papa!! Papa!!!” Arms out, little Anya burst into tears again as she cried for her father. Ghost immediately passed her into Nikolai’s embrace. Nikolai gave his daughter a tight hug, followed by kisses on her face. “Are you alright my little dove?”  checking over his daughter carefully “ Why have you got blood all over you?! Where is your Ma?” 

“Ma told me to be a good girl and hide in there,” pointing into the wardrobe, “and.. And.. there were so many scary men… hurting Ma… Ma told me to close my eyes….” the poor little girl, trying her best to recount the event, distressed. 

“Close your eyes, Mah bairn, remember that silly song uncle Johnny taught you? Just keep singing in and clutch onto me tight, ok?” 

Sounds of gunshot ringing throughout the house, Anya tried her hardest singing out loud, eyes closed, burning her head into your chest. 

Men yelling, sounds of you screaming as you break through waves of men trying to reach the two of you. 

One, two, three, four, five.  Shot after shot. Until you ran out of bullets. You pull the knife off some of the dead attack’s vest and slash the arm of the next attack as they try to grab you, and stabbing them right in the eyes.  Turning around, slashing the next enemy right in the throat, blood spraying out, covering both of you and your daughter. 

You made a quick run up the stairs as you saw the opening. Right into the spare room in the corner of the house where it is currently used as a storage room, full of stuff. You open the wardrobe and tuck Anya right in the corner. 

“Stay in here, and try not to make a sound, ok? No matter what happened.” The little girl covered her mouth, nodded her head furiously “Papa and uncle will come and save us soon. We will be ok.” Giving her one last kiss on the forehead, as if this might be the last time you lay your eyes on your most precious treasure in the world, you throw some clothes on top of her, shove some boxes in front before slamming the door shut. 

“I only heard some bad guys talking.. And… and.. Ma.. Ma she screamed. So loud. .. and I don’t know what happened…” Anya clutch onto Nikolai’s vest, shaking uncontrollably. 

Soap stares at his brother in law. Lip tightly pressed together. His tightly clench and shaking fist emitting his fury and anger. 

“House is clear. Apart from the dead bodies downstairs, there are no other signs of life…” Gaz whispered into Price’s ear, worry sipping out between his words. 

Nikolai was beyond furious. He thought he had his family kept safe. His two precious little birds in his safety.  With his reputation and connection with both sides of the world. Clearly someone who is daring enough and with someone who has larger and unknown backing try to threaten him. But.. who?

With that thought, all their mobile phones suddenly chimed. 

The five men look at each other, before carefully taking the phone out and checking the message. 

– The little bird is in the cage.  The countdown starts, before the little swallow breaks her wings forever.

Nikolai is seeing red.  crimson red.

Tag: @siilvan @gamergirlbones @nrdmssgs @preciouslittlecreature @homicidal-slvt @celshideout @froglights-and-pearls @liyanahelena

@caramlizedtomatos

[ayeetfreak]

BURNING FOR YOU • CHAPTER SEVEN

I NEVER thought picking out a swimsuit could be so difficult. There are so many exceptions you have to make. Will it fit me well? Will it look good? Does the color look good on me? Will he like it?

It's been years since I've become aware of how another guy will see me. I didn't have a single care in the world. But now, finding a man who could possibly become a part of my life—maybe only becoming a friend— creates a whole new mindset.

Jon just returned to Florida last night, and we've exchanged texts back and forth about when and where our next hang out should be. Since today was going to be blazing hot outside, we came to the decision that we should spend the day at the beach.

Growing up, I spent most of my days at the beach. It was like my second home. I loved the feeling of my toes sinking into the warm fluffy sand, the hot sun tanning my skin, and the cool ocean crashing onto the shore. So choosing the beach was a huge yes from me.

I finally came to a choice of a swimsuit, choosing a black one piece. It had an open back, the straps tying together at the back of my neck. It was simple but elegant. I threw on a white sundress over it, finishing the look with some nude slide-ons.

I exited my apartment, walking to the lobby. Jon offered to pick me up at my apartment complex; and of course, I was very hesitant at first. But after chatting with him and getting more comfortable with him, I figured it wouldn't be the worst thing to hitch a ride from him.

I stepped through the sliding doors, the bright sun hitting me like a whiplash. The heat of the July air in Pensacola was no joke, my skin feeling like it was already melting.

"Sup, stranger." A deep, warm voice spoke from in front of me. I looked up, seeing no one other than Jon standing right in front of his black SUV. He wore a white tank top, his Polynesian tattoos on full display. I smiled at his presence. "Hi, Jon." I replied, my voice soft and timid. Jon obviously realized my shyness, but he didn't comment about it.

"How have you been?" He asked, opening up the passenger door for me to enter. I smiled again, a bit more comfortably this time while giving him a single nod of thanks. "I've been good." I replied, watching Jon as his lips perked up to my response, closing the door and walking in front of the car and around to the drivers side. He entered into the seat, his arm muscles flexing when plugging the key into the ignition.

"How about you? Work going well?"

"Work is going great. It was nice knowing you were going to watch my match last Friday." He replied, shifting the gear into reverse and turning his head back. His left hand controlled the wheel while he placed his rest hand on the back of my headrest. I took that moment to really examine his face when he wasn't watching. "You did good. Wrestling is so much different today than it was back when I watched it. So much more technology and stuff."

"Yeah, the company definitely grew since the late 90s and early 2000s. You gon' watch Smackdown next week?"

I shrugged my shoulders, looking at the road in front of me. "Probably. My best friend-slash-coworker—the one who's crazy about WWE— comes to my room every Friday and we always have a girls night. Coincidentally, this last Friday was the first time she made me sit down with her and watch an Episode. She explained all of the storylines and wrestlers. She's like a damn WWE encyclopedia."

Jon chuckled, turning the steering wheel left while keeping his eyes on the road. His side profile was definitely a sight I wouldn't mind seeing again. The way his jaw locked slightly while he examined the road through intersections... I'd be lying if I said he didn't look good.

"She a fan of me and my brother?" He asked out of curiosity, pulling into a parking lot by the beachside. I looked out at the endless ocean in front of me, taking in the beauty of the variety of blue and green colors blending together. I hummed, grabbing my purse from my feet. "She was definitely on her feet cheering when y'all won the match. But she did say that she was a bit more into your brother, Josh...Jey? I don't know what to call him." I replied, chuckling nervously. Jon furrowed his brows, cocking me a side glare.

"Damn, that's how she is, huh?"

I laughed softly, opening up my door and stepping once again into the hot air of Pensacola. I walked to the front of the car, meeting Jon by his side. "Don't worry, she loves you too. Don't let it hurt your ego." I joked, my speech growing more confident and comfortable by each passing minute being around Jon. We both then made our way down to the beach, and instant nostalgia hit me when the sand sunk my toes. I closed my eyes, breathing in the warm, crisp air.

Jon took that time to look over at me, really taking a good look at my face. The gaze was powerful, enough that I could feel it. I opened my eyes, finding his dark ones fixed on my own. I couldn't deny the tingles in my stomach at that contact. I haven't felt that feeling in a long time, it was almost anonymous to me.

"How's Jaida doing?" I asked, starting up a conversation just so I could hear his deep voice matched with his undeniably beautiful face. He smiled at my sincerity, nodding his head. "She's doing good. She keeps telling me that she can't wait to go to school. I know for a damn fact she ain't get that from me."

"Hated school, huh? Did you go to college?" I asked, setting my bag down on the sand once we found the perfect spot. Jon scoffed, gabbing a towel from his bag as I did the same. He spread his out on the sand. "I went to college for one year. University of Alabama. I played football my whole time in high school, but didn't get a scholarship for college. I dropped out the first year, and that's when I started training in wrestling."

"Football? What position?" I asked, genuinely interested in knowing more about him. He let out a long sigh, sitting down on his towel. I sat down right next to him on mine. He stretched his legs out in front of him, the sunscreen making his skin shine like a golden god. "I was a defensive lineman. Me, my twin and my cousin all played as linemen."

I payed attention to Jon's story, and we probably spent about a half and hour just sitting and talking. He talked more about his high school life and more moments in his wrestling career. I told him more about my own childhood, growing up with an older brother and both parents. Although, Weston and Carrie did stay out of the conversation at all costs.

Jon looked out at the water, watching the waves crash against the rocky shore. He inhaled the fresh air deeply, then gripped his tank top and pulled it over his head, exposing his bare chest. I felt my breath drop as I scanned his toned body, his abs molded against his skin. The tattoos on one of his arms traveled all the way down and around his left pectoral. It was definitely a sight that I wasn't prepared to see.

"Wanna get in the water? It's getting hella hot." Jon asked, standing up from the towel. I stayed quiet momentarily, still observing his unbelievable body. He looked down at me, grinning at my sudden silence. It's like he knew what my minding was spinning around about. "C'mon, Court." He spoke again, pulling me out of my trance. I looked up at his face, smiling softly.

"Okay." I barely whispered, standing up. I untied the string on my sundress, pulling it up and over my body. I could feel Jon looking at me practically the same way I was looking at him, which made me slightly nervous.

We made our way towards the ocean, slowly maneuvering through the water and pausing when we needed our skin to warm up to the cold ocean. Small talk was created again, and it eventually turned into another fun and enjoyable conversation, laughter being shared.

My heart was still closed away from intimate relationships, but at the end of the day, I was definitely willing to admit that Jon was slowly starting to finding a place in my heart that has been locked away for years.

But only time can tell.

BY the end of the day, I was standing in front of my apartment complex, standing exactly in the same predicament I was in hours before. I was standing in front of the building, looking at Jon who was in front of me by his car. Only this time, the sun casted a beautiful orange glow in the sky. The sunset was absolutely beautiful, silhouetting Jon's body perfectly.

"To be honest, Court." Jon started, crossing his arms in front of his chest. "I don't think I've had this nice of a time with someone outside of work since Gina." He admitted, almost confidently. My cheeks warmed up, a pink tint pigmenting my cheeks. I bowed my head for a moment, my smile forcing its way on my lips. Even with my head lowered with timidness, Jon still saw the grin on my face. I finally looked back up at him, his dark brown eyes holding my feelings hostage. "Me too, Jon. I had an amazing time. Thank you for driving, also."

"It's no problem. Hope to be seeing more of you?" He asked, almost like asking me for permission to hang out again in the future. I smiled brightly, nodding my head. "Definitely. I'll text you."

"Sounds good."

Just as Jon was about to walk back to his car, he pivoted back around, grabbing my attention.

"Also, I was talking to Jaida last night, and she said she would like to see you sometime. I told her about you and I hanging out...if that's alright with you."

I chuckled softly, my heart heating up with such a warmth that made me so happy. "That's fine. We should definitely arrange something soon!"

"Alright. Thanks, Courtney. I mean... for everything. From saving my daughter to-"

"Jon, you've apologized too much times. I'm just going to tell you the same thing. I was doing my job. Now, I'll text you tonight and we'll figure out a plan."

"Perfect. And that probably won't be the last time I apologize."

"Good to know."

Just before Jon went back to his car, he did something I never would have expected. He stepped closer to me, wrapping his arms platonically around me, engulfing me in a soft hug. The gesture made my insides tingle, his body warmth engulfing mine. My arms rested around him, my hands placed gently on his back. That was exactly what I needed, I told myself.

When I went to bed that night, the last thing that lingered on my mind was Jon's arms wrapped around my back, hugging me with so much meaning edged inside.

[aita-blorbos]

AITA for leaving my best friend?

I (17, F, non-human) left my best friend slash situationship* (17, F, human) to live with my commune in the forest after not-so-recently having burned down her city she lived in while her family was still there. I left to find my missing little brother (12, M, human) who has run away a long time ago.

I think I need to clear things up. Our species have had a difficult relationship with humans for a long time now, they’re chopping down our forests, stealing our territory, etc. Humans aren’t typically allowed anywhere near us, however, I had a human mother who lived with us in the forest, who, unfortunately, passed away the same day as my father for reasons I won’t mention. So, my brother was born human, while I was not. After my parents’ death, it got harder for my human brother to live in our commune. Everyone was pretty much against him at that time. And so when also the war with humans got more active, he ran away. I’ve been meaning to go and find him for the longest time now, however, I am an important part of our commune and organise a lot of… stuff. And meeting my best friend accidentally and also accidentally getting to know her and accidentally introducing her to others in my commune has set me back a lot. Accidentally.

I burned down her city because it is the closest to our forest and the government there has been getting very aggressive lately, we even had some losses in our commune. So by burning down their city, we wanted to show that we won’t be enduring this silently and not fighting back. Also, it’s important that my best friend knew about this plan. She didn’t mind, more so, she went with us on the mission to burn the town down. Yes, she did have the realisation that her family died and grieved, but she moved on pretty quickly and easily as far as I know. I tried to give her space in that time so she could deal with it on her own. However, when she realised I was leaving, she started crying and told me how much she’d given up for me, etc. Mentioned that her family died, as if she was still upset about that. To be fair, I don’t understand what was the point of this whole thing she got herself into then.

Also, she is accepted in our commune. I couldn’t leave her until I made sure she’d be fine on her own there, and nobody would treat her like they treated my brother.

So, AITA?

* - I called her my situationship because we kissed, but only once. No further details will be given.

[kayssweetdreams]

The "Accidents" of Kaylo.

(A little lore behind Kaylo Crescendo)

The Lobotomy of 62

In 1962, Kaylo cheered up a little boy using her magic. While most of the time, this goes unnoticed, someone saw her spawning a 20 dollar bill out of thin air and using it to buy ice cream. When the man asked her how she did it, she played dumb and said she has no idea what he was talking about.

Later on in the night, she had made another trip to see the boy again, only to get kidnapped by that same man, who then handcuffed himself to her and wouldn't let her out until she taught him magic. Instead of being scared However, Kaylo just told the man that she could ruin his life in a week if he didn't let her go. The man scoffs at her threat until she cusses him out and flips him off.

The next week, Kaylo follows through with her threat, as the man ends up losing everything. He loses his respect in a very prestigious college due to talking to "thin air" and making him look like an idiot. (Monday) He then loses his job because of fake evidence that Kaylo planted of him sleeping with the dean's wife. (Tuesday) His car got wrecked by some local gangs because Kaylo payed them into doing it (even slashing the tires) (Wednesday). Then his house ends up burning to the ground after Kaylo tricks him into saying a spell that sets stuff ablaze. (Thursday)

When he finally rages at her and begins strangling her, Kaylo finally becomes visible in front of a police officer, who then get the handcuff off her, and get the man thrown in an insane asylum (Friday) once admitted in, Kaylo decides to make things even worse for him, by throwing her usual loud and insane parties in his padded cell, making the guards then think he was losing it (Saturday) Finally, he is scheduled for a Lobotomy. As he's dragged away, Kaylo appears one last time, stating she can make all of this seem like a horrible dream, if he agrees to never try and expose magic again. He refuses, stating that he will show that he was right one way or another.

The man then died, due to the Lobotomy going horribly wrong. (Sunday)

Things that the man lost in the week.

Monday: His Respect

Tuesday: His Job

Wednesday: His Car

Thursday: His House

Friday: His Freedom

Saturday: His Sanity

Sunday: His Life

The Buzzsaw Incident

In the early 90s and 2000s, Kaylo had a favorite game called: Human Walking. In which she got a bunch of people to unknowingly walk to their doom, only to avoid it a few seconds later. This game has progressively gotten more and more dangerous as the years go by.

One day, Kaylo has at least 147 people under her control, and she makes them do death defying stuff, from walking on powerlines, to navigating a heavy construction site. However, she then made them walk into a saw mill with a still running buzz saw. She attempts to make them stop or move out of the way, but the roar of the buzzsaw is too loud for anyone to hear her snapping her fingers.

You can probably guess what happens from here

[vicky-0933]

Here is the snippet on the next story… hehe

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You were know as the known as the creature of the unknown or la criatura desconocida, known for being in the wood and killing animals and hanging it in the middle of town. You were always bullied for having a big slash from your face to the thigh, being abused from your father, so you and your mother ran, you found a place to live but then one day she left and never came back, so you always wore a mask and men clothes, to hide your scars. People called you a freak and they treated you like dirt.

So you moved somewhere were no one would go and made home, when you went inside the village, someone named Luisa, saw you and helped up to your feet. As the time goes, you were able to make your self a living, getting things you never thought you could, of course with a disguise. You were a painter, you had to some money. But whenever it’s the full moon that’s when something inside of you, not being able to control it, comes out.

Getting done with a commission, You were getting ready to head out, going to get some stuff for a stew when a arrow comes from the outside, you turn to see a crowd outside your house and then hearing yelling, “YOU BEAST, YOU SHALL BE BURNED” someone yelled, you start to freak out and started packing some of your belongings and a book that your mother gave you, you later found out that unfortunately the village killed your mother, just because she was a creature too.

People start banging down your door and your door starts to break, so you panic and brake a window and started to make a run for it, going as fast you can, panting as you are trying to get somewhere safe. As you were running, arrows started to come from the people behind, some almost hitting you. One hitting your shoulder, you yelp and kept running, you feel your creature coming out, but you try to keep it in and failed. Feeling your beast come out, roaring, now running in all fours, trying to find somewhere safe to stay.

“WHERE IS IT!! WHERE THE FREAK” you hear one of the people yell out. So you keep running, trying to to keep yourself at bay. You try to calm yourself down until you start seeing fog, you slow down, looking around making sure your safe from where you just came from, you feel yourself slowly come back to your human form, then your hear, “Yn, what happened? Why are you like this” a familiar voice says, you stop and look around to see your mom, she was named Hope Ln, she was the one that helped you with everything and write notes for you incase something happened, and how to survive.

“Mom” you say walking to her, but when you went to hug her she faded away. Starting to looking around, “THE FREAK WENT IN THERE, SHE WILL BE KILLED IN THERE, WE DONT HAVE TO WORRY” the person yells out. Slowly walking away from from the gate, you reach for your bag, which was still there, “YN” you hear your mom again, you turn and see her walk away you start chasing her, and the more you chase her the more is farther away. “MOM” you shouted, running after her.

You ran until you stopped and saw a grave “Claudia Beneviento”. You slowly walk up to it. {hmm, poor girl, was only 9 years old.} you thought. Seeing that it’s only fog around you, you decided to walk in further to hide from the people. Something about this is calming, you feel a peace. You end up to see a beautiful house near a water fall, so you decide to go in but as you go up to the door you see something that says, “Give up a memory”. You look at this for a while and sigh, you take out a picture, one of many, but this one was something that you didn’t care for, one with the picture of your father and mother holding you as a baby, but wanted to put it in the slot anyways.

Then you see the door open, you slowly walk in, and look around and saw a room with a basket of yarn, and stairs going up, looking at you is portrait of a young lady and her doll. You decide to take a step, looking around then hear “Who do you think you are going around a house that is not yours?” You freeze and slowly turn around, someone or something knocking you to the ground, you try to see who the person is but nothing but then, black out.

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Yay!!! Let’s what happens!!!!