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soft-din · 4 years ago

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sfw alphabet for din djarin

summary: Pretty much exactly what the title says. A safe-for-work alphabet for our favorite tin can man.

pairing: Din Djarin x reader

warnings: Just fluff as usual.

word count: 2.8k

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A: Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Din is usually only openly affectionate with you (or Grogu) when the three of you are alone. When others are around, he doesn’t want his love to be used as leverage against any of you. This is why the end of the day is always your favorite time - it’s when you can lie in bed with him and talk about anything you need to or even just admire the face you love but don’t see nearly enough until you fall asleep. However, there are ways Din shows affection when you’re not alone. It’s in how he keeps a protective hand on the small of your back as you’re walking, or never hesitates to make sure you’re doing okay. All in all, he is a pretty affectionate person, but he has to be in a very specific environment in order to allow himself to show it. He loves resting your foreheads together, with or without the helmet, and his heart always leaps a little when you hold hands (especially without the gloves - skin to skin contact is something he doesn’t experience very often, so it means a lot).

B: Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He is literally such a good friend. Once he makes that initial connection with a person, he’s pretty much ride-or-die. Din takes friendship very seriously, and you can count on him asking you for help whenever he needs it. The friendship would start when you first meet, when he sees you working at a cantina and notices how well you interact with Grogu. He had been looking for someone to help with the kid for a while, and so works up the nerve to ask if you’d be willing to be that person. After you say yes, the friendship just evolves from there.

C: Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Din does like to cuddle, after you’ve been together for a while. When the baby has been put to bed and it’s just the two of you awake in the Razor Crest, cuddling is something he likes doing. It’s comforting to him after a long day. He’s never really cuddled with someone before though, so it’s sort of new to him, but there’s nothing quite like lying in his bed after it’s dark or when you’re in hyperspace. He’ll hold you close to him as if he’s afraid you’ll disappear, running his fingers through your hair and whispering words softly in Basic and Mando’a.

D: Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He definitely wants to settle down with you eventually. It’s always been a secret dream of his that he’d find a special person to share a home with, and he’s so glad that that person is you. Din may not be used to the whole domestic thing, but he catches on very quickly. He’s surprisingly decent at cooking and cleaning, once he gets used to it. Seeing him working in the kitchen making you and Grogu a meal, his helmet off and a content smile on his face, is a sight you’ll always treasure.

E: Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Din would be very gentle about the whole situation. Once he realized that he wanted/needed to break up with you, he knew that he couldn’t lead you on; it would bring him too much guilt. So, he tells you as soon as he can, even though he feels terrible about it. He tries his best not to hold on to any anger he might have towards you or the circumstances.

F: Fiance (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

As I mentioned before, he definitely wants to commit eventually. He knows that he wants to marry you not long after you become official, but waits at least a year to pop the question. Getting married is a very important step in Mandalorian culture, so Din’s proposal is a very special moment for both of you. When you say yes (of course), he asks if you want to say the short vows right then and there. You laugh and tell him that it might be a good idea to have a ceremony, just so other people can witness the union. He admits that you have a fair point.

G: Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Din is so, so gentle with you. You’ve seen him handle bounties and enemies roughly, but he’s not that way with you at all. He’s the type to rub circles over your thumb absentmindedly and look away blushing when you notice and grin up at him. He’s the type to brush a stray hair behind your ear and chuckle when you get flustered because of it. Din is also very gentle emotionally; he’ll never, ever manipulate you in a harmful way or anything like that, and he always apologizes when he makes mistakes.

H: Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Oh boy. His hugs are literally God-tier level, y’all. The first time you hug Din it's with his full beskar on, but his arms are very comforting and strong. After that, the hugging becomes more frequent, and you enjoy it every time (especially when the armor is off). You feel at peace when he’s holding you like that, as if nothing could ever harm you as long as he’s there. Sometimes he lets out a sigh of contentment and relief once he has you there against his chest, because he knows that’s where you feel the most protected.

I: I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

It takes a while, but when he does, it just sort of slips out. Din had known that he was in love with you for some time now, but had never actually said the three words. But then one day he came home from a hunt, all bloodied up and in need of your help. You were cleaning his wounds in the ‘fresher, muttering to him about how he needed to be more careful next time, and he just said it without thinking. You looked up from your work, your heartbeat pounding in your ears, and said, “I love you too Din Djarin, you stupid Mandalorian.”

J: Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they get jealous?)

Din can get jealous, but he usually doesn’t let the feeling get too out of control. When he sees you with someone else and they appear to be flirting with you, he tries to handle the situation calmly by approaching you and the other person and casually taking your hand or something of the sort to show that you’re together. A lot of any jealousy he might have stems from insecurity - he barely has anything to give you, after all. Just a broken man and his basically broken ship and tiny green kid. Little does he know that that’s more than enough for you.

K: Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

L: Little ones (How are they around children?)

His kisses are like a luxury for you, since you can’t exactly do that as much as most couples can. When you’re alone after a hard day and he takes off the armor and helmet, he’ll just kiss you and kiss you as you’re lying in his bed or watching the sunset or making dinner, and it takes your breath away. Besides the lips, Din likes to kiss you on the nose, because it always makes you giggle and he loves that sound more than anything. He likes it when you kiss his hands; the feel of your soft lips against the rougher skin just does things to him.

As we all know, Din is the Ultimate Dad. He really enjoys spending time with kids, especially after taking in Grogu, and sometimes he likes to imagine what it would be like to see you with his own child in your arms. Children love him and are much less wary of him than most adults would be - they love trying to climb his armor like it’s a jungle gym and your heart always swells as Din interacts with them, chuckling and genuinely happy.

M: Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings with Din are second only to evenings with him. He’ll always stay in bed as long as he can before he has to get up, and waking up to his lazy kisses is your favorite thing. When you’re the one that wakes up first, however, watching him sleep always makes your chest constrict with love. The sunlight pouring through the window bathes him in a heavenly glow, as if he were blessed by the Maker themself, and it makes you feel so lucky that you can admire him like this.

N: Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He will often be tired when he gets back home to the Crest, wanting nothing more than just to relax in your presence. Din will take care of anything he needs to, then greet you and Grogu before resting for a while. Sometimes you’ll bathe him or give him a massage before you start making dinner, wanting to lavish him with your affection because he is so utterly deserving of it. The three of you will eat dinner together, and play with the kid for a while before heading to bed. When he pulls you close to him in the dark and whispers “Sweet dreams” in that sleepy voice, you have never felt more content.

O: Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Din starts revealing things about himself not too long after you join his crew. Once he knows he can trust you, it’s much easier to tell you about his past (especially about his parents and his droid-related trauma). He may be quiet or emotionally closed off at first, but ultimately Din wants you to trust him and so doesn’t have much issue talking to you about more sensitive topics.

P: Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He usually has quite a bit of patience and doesn’t lash out, but if someone or something threatens you or Grogu it can turn into a different story really quickly. It takes a lot for Din to get seriously annoyed at his clan though, and when he does he always tries to communicate with you before things get too out of hand.

Q: Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Din has a pretty good memory actually, especially when it comes to you. That’s not to say that he’ll remember everything, but ultimately he’s not going to forget important things that you open up about. He usually remembers anniversaries, birthdays, and things of the like, and tries to make sure he doesn’t forget them.

R: Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

His favorite moment is when you saw his face for the first time. He had been thinking about this for a long time, worrying if it meant he wasn’t Mandalorian or if you would think he wasn’t attractive enough. But then it finally happened after you had known of your feelings for each other for a while, and it went so much better than he was expecting. You had both cried, and you had assured Din that it didn’t matter what he looked like (but that, for the record, you found him perfectly handsome).

S: Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Oh, Din is very protective. He’s always nervous when you go with him on hunts, so you usually stay at the Crest with the kid while he does his job. You have gone with him on occasion, however, and those times were certainly an experience. One time the quarry looked at you weird and you had to calm Din down and tell him that you weren’t offended. The way that you protect him, however, is in a different way. You protect him in the middle of the night, when he wakes from dreams - nightmares - about his past or losing you or any number of terrible things. You’ll run your hands down his back comfortingly, whispering words of affirmation and just holding him until he dozes off again. It means everything to Din that you protect him just as much as he does you, albeit in your individual ways.

T: Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He definitely tries. His love language is acts of service, so Din will always work hard to make sure you’re happy. You’re an artist and you need some new pencils? Great, he’s going to the nearest town to get you some. Grogu needs to be taken care of in the middle of the night? He’s letting you sleep. He puts a lot of effort into being your partner, because he’s not used to having a significant other and he wants to get it right.

U: Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Din tries to understand your emotions. He really does. But sometimes he just doesn’t get why you’re feeling a certain way, especially when you’re mad at him. Usually in these scenarios, you have to just sit him down and tell him why you’re upset. He feels his emotions very deeply, but he’s used to bottling them up and literally hiding them behind a mask. Having you around being much more open about what you’re feeling takes some getting used to.

V: Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

He is literally 0% concerned. No one seeing your face for years on end will do that to a person. At first Din was worried about how you would react to seeing him, but that wasn’t really out of vanity. He has a bad case of helmet hair? Eh. He hasn’t shaved in a week? Things could be worse. He does like it when you praise him though, calling him beautiful and handsome. It’s something he wishes he could believe, if he’s being completely honest with himself.

W: Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Absolutely. You’re part of his clan, after all, and when Din is out on a job and can’t see you for several days it’s very hard for him. When this pain becomes almost unbearable, he just tells himself that he needs to get done as soon as possible and stay safe so he can come back to you. Seeing your smiling face after so long away from you always makes him feel like the last puzzle piece is finally connecting.

X: Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

Din loves to talk. Most people don’t know this about him, but when it’s just you, Din, and the kid, he’ll talk a lot more than he would around anyone else. When the two of you are lying alone in the dark before you sleep, he’ll ramble on and on and you love it. The sound of his voice, especially unmodulated, is probably your favorite sound in the galaxy, so you’ll just listen to him until you doze off, a slight smile on your face.

Y: Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn’t like being away from you and Grogu for long periods of time, or spending excessive time around droids (the whole experience with IG-11 helped, a lot actually, but it can still trigger him from time to time). In a partner, it’s important to Din that they respect his Creed. He’s already sort of on thin ice about it, and he wants to be able to work it all out for himself without having somebody influencing him. Asking genuine questions is fine, but blatant disrespect for it is something he won’t go for.

Z: Zzz (What is a sleeping habit of theirs?)

Din will work himself to the bone all day without hardly any time for rest, so sometimes when he gets home he is out and there is no way you’re waking him up. He’ll usually make it to the bed but sometimes he’ll just end up on the floor, completely exhausted. You take off the bulkiest parts of his armor before letting him sleep, knowing that what time he’ll allow himself to get is important.

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kibybun · 4 years ago

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I think about barbaric tribe chief Bakugou alot, he and his mem take over darling 's small village, they kill everyone and take all the food, but darling catches his eyes so he keeps her to himself, she fights him and doesn't accept him so he often gets rough with her, she even stabs him at a certain time and he punishes the hell out of her.... Something like that, idk lol

This... I like this idea lots. It just plays out so well, I hope you like it!

Barbaric Tribe Chief Bakugo x Reader

Tw: Yandere, murder, non-con/rape, nsfw

Enjoy!

🧡Chief Bakugo, The most feared and merciless man known across all the land. Only those in his tride know what he looks like due to him killing whoever comes into his path.

🧡You were the exception.

🧡Your small village was just starting to make a name for itself due to the abundance of crops the small area was able to produce. It started bringing in merchants that brought money that bought supplies to expand and advance the architecture.

🧡You were one of the people that proposed the idea of monopolizing the abundance of crops and building up the town more. You were quite proud of all your small town had accomplished, until it caught the attention of a certain tribe.

🧡Bakugo only wanted to attack your village for the food. If he managed to take most of it that would feed his tribe for about a month. He would be foolish not to go and take it.

🧡His tribe moved in the darkness, loving the element of surprise. They took joy from watching the chaos, death, and pain take place.

🧡When they reach your village everyone was softly sleeping. Bakugo had the honor of starting the chaos while part of his tribe collects their goal. Bakugo starts the small flame on the dry house that spred.

🧡Screams came from the houses with people trapped inside while others begin to panic and run like panicked rodents.

🧡The rest of his tride takes the opportunity to grab the people darting around an have their way with them. Plain killing, slow torture, brutal raping, all in the harsh glow of the fire raging on.

🧡You tried to think rationally while trying to avoid capture. You had few ties to people in the village and they weren't the strongest so you had nothing tying here. You could easily run away and live but you need something to help sustain you.

🧡Creeping through the shadows, you made it to the crops. You were disappointed to see the remaining crops trampled but glad some were left.

🧡You tried your best to collect as much as you could but you were harshly interrupted by the harsh pulling of your hair.

🧡You were found.

🧡Spikey blonde hair, strong arms, deep red eyes, bare chest decorated with battle scars and blood of your fellow villagers. Handsome, yes but you couldn't be caught in this siren song of a man.

🧡You thrash and curse him, desperate to escape while he let's out a deep chuckle at your pitiful attempt. It was cute how you tried so hard... you were quite good looking too...

🧡He throws you over his shoulder with ease, not caring for your threats. He liked how fierce you are and your looks were definitely a deciding factor. He looked forward to seeing how you would fight him.

🧡Bakugo carries you to his tribe, gaining very confused looks along the way. He responds with a very aggressive "What the hell are you looking at!?" before tieing your hands and feet too and setting off.

🧡Along the way your talking grew tiresome so he tied your mouth shut with a piece of cloth. It helped silence your anger as Bakugo fondled and smacks your rear.

🧡Everyone was jealous that Bakugo took a plaything with him. They all had sadistic fantasies they had the simply couldn't be acted out within the short time they were allowed to, so why did he get to take you?

🧡His firsthand man walks beside him, hands reaching out with lust. He thought being second in command gave him the right to touch Bakugo's captive.

🧡In a swift movement his head was exploded by the hand of Bakugo.

🧡Everyone froze, terrified and confused. Bakugo looked at his followers and told them if they dare lay a finger on you they'd suffer.

🧡You were terrified and pleased. Not only did you have protection against all these barbarians, you could potentially have the opportunity to bend things to your will with the fear this man already invoked. Downside he could have his way with you and no one would stop him.

🧡By the time you arrive at their base you had severe rope burn on your legs, arms, and mouth. When Bakugo threw you onto his bed and took off your restraints all you could do was slowly move. The pain of the air hitting your raw skin paralyzed you.

🧡You barely noticed how Bakugo watched to, scanned your every move before simply walking off.

🧡You growl in annoyance and yell at him for thinking he could just leave you. Not only did he kill everyone you knew and kidnapped you he was about to leave you while you were in pain. If you were a hostage atleast it a nice experience!

🧡He smirks and creeps towards you like a predator to prey. He asks who exactly do you think you are. You stayed silent as you sent him death glares.

🧡You are his. Simple as that.

🧡He inspects your injuries with great interest before walking over to the far side of the room. Within a few minutes he's back at your side with a rag and a medicinal smelling goop.

🧡He puts the rag in your mouth and starts to care for the burns. It was smart to that rag in your mouth because if not the whole tribe would've heard you howl in pain. He wasn't the most gentle and the goop stung.

🧡By the end of it you had tears running down your face whether you wanted them or not.

🧡Bakugo takes the rag from your mouth and wipes his hands off before sitting next to you. He pets your hair in a way that bordered mocking and sweet as he wiped you tears. He said no pet of his should show weakness.

🧡You scoff and try to scoot away from him but before you could get far your he pushes your head down into the bed. Oh, how the soft whimpers you made excited him.

🧡He growls into your ear about how you are his and he will do whatever he wants with you.

🧡You lay there once he leaves, trying your hardest to make a successful plan of escape.

🧡You managed to fall asleep somehow but what shocked you more was how Bakugo woke you up. It was shocking gentle with the offering of food.

🧡Due to your arms being injured and not wanting to eat Bakugo takes it upon himself to force feed you. While he's doing this he explains how annoying you are for making him feed you. You retort with asking for someone else to feed you.

🧡He didn't like that.

🧡He quickly shoves the rest of the food into your mouth, nearly choking you, before threatening the lives of his tribe and then yours. He was very against anyone interacting with you.

🧡Later that night he traps you with his bear arms. Comforting, yes but you didn't want to be held by him. You squirm, careful not to hurt yourself, but he only pulls you closer and tighter.

🧡As a last resort you bite down hard on his shoulder, only to get a low and rumbling laugh from him. You couldn't understand why he was laughing, you could taste his blood!

🧡You suddenly feel his hot breath on your neck, asking if that was supposed to hurt, before you feel his teeth sink into the crook of you neck.

🧡You bite your lip to hide the pain. If he could take it so could you.

🧡Unhappy with that reaction Bakugo continues to bite your neck and shoulders, harder with every bite.

🧡You somehow manage to keep all noises to yourself. You were proud and delirious considering the pain was now starting to turn into pleasure. It was short lived though since you passed out from the exhaustion and possibly blood loss.

🧡When you wake up you were all bandaged with food waiting for you beside the the bed. Cute but you weren't falling for a sadistic kidnapper.

🧡Thus, a cycle was born.

🧡For the most part you spend most of the day within his room, occasionally walking around the base with Bakugo at your side. He's gone most mornings and afternoons but is sure to bring you the respective meals. He always eats with you for dinner. The most interesting parts of you day happen when he's cuddling you, besides the killing of someone who accidentally brushed against you.

🧡At night Bakugo always starts something or returns whatever you do to him, like the biting. Most everything he does involves physical pain that fades into pleasure but by then you pass out.

🧡You were over this.

🧡That night you had managed to sneak a dagger into the room without him knowing.

🧡Once he got close enough you tried to stab him but he caught you hand. He chuckles with a dangerous glint in his eyes as he tells you this is the reason he likes you.

🧡He shoves you down and shreds your clothes, leaving you exposed and angry. You were quickly gagged with the remains of your clothes as he began gently trailing the dagger across your skin.

🧡He calls you a slut and a dirty little brat that didn't deserve his dick in you. He also begins to cut a tiny bit deeper, gently breaking the skin and leaving droplets of blood in its wake.

🧡Oh how you hated how much you enjoyed this.

🧡Skin pressed against skin, names carved into you, hot breath trailing up your thighs, pleasure and pain mixed in perfect harmony.

🧡Climax after climax and you were on the verge of passing out when you hear him threaten not being as nice next time.

🧡You suddenly lost interest in escaping.

Kiby~💚

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jojo-reader-hell · 5 years ago

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Henloo. May I request for a mista x gang mem!reader where shes often drifts off to sleep every time theyre in a vehicle. Doesn't matter if its just a short ride she really falls asleep either way. Thank youuu

Sure thing my buddy! I tried to make it short, sweet and to the point ;w;//

“I’m just gonna rest my eyes for a minute babe. Just a… a little bit.”

“Take a nap amo, you deserve it. Do you want me to get you anything?”

A murmur of canned milk coffee leaves your lips before you lean the seat back, your breathing becoming even and soft. Guido Mista’s heart just breaks when he hears sleepy little coos from the passenger’s side, your Stand sitting in the back seat makes a noise very similar to a computer shutting down, its hands resting on your chest as it leans forward.

“Brain? Hey, Brainwasher, are you sleeping?”

Number 7 tentatively pokes your Stand’s chest but there’s no reaction. You both are down for the count.

Mista and his Sex Pistols will sneak glances every time he hits the red lights or the stop signs, loving the way your eyes just flutter shut nearly the minute the car starts and you both are off. This time, it’s to get some groceries for the safe house, and it’s amazing that even in the middle of a job you feel comfortable enough to get some sleep. It happens during every ride. That’s why no one lets you drive, the minute you get out on the road and hear the purring of the engine and feel the smooth ride, it’s like you’ve taken four sleeping pills. Your eyes do that precious little flutter shut, your head will tilt back (or you’ll put the seat down) and the effect is instantaneous. You’re out like a light every time you get in the car. Doesn’t matter if it’s hours long of a ride or a couple of minutes, you’re out and gone either way.

Mista knows you won’t wake up until the car stops moving, but the minute he stops at the store he notices that you’re not even stirring. Poor thing… You must be exhausted. Nights kept up snuggling Trish who seems to have taken a liking to you are harsh, but every single time you nut up and do it. You care, and you’ve told Mista several times that it’s what you would want if you were fourteen and scared with a bunch of strangers. She doesn’t have a mama or a papa, you told him, and why can’t you both extend a little bit more kindness to her?

“Keep an eye on our baby.” He tells a very eager Number 5 who does not hesitate to snuggle up in your hair, smiling and peppering your skin with soft kisses as you snore lightly.

Your Stand reacts to having something near it, and makes a soft beep while some pixels light up on its helmet.

“Mmgh… Mistaa…”

“Shhh.” He kisses your soft lips, petting your head as you shift. “Just go back to sleep.”

“Are we home yet…” you mutter.

“No amo. We haven’t even gotten the goods yet.” He grins, kissing you over and over while Number 5 pets your forehead. “Just go back to sleep, for me, ok?”

“Mmm… night night…”

Your Stand sighs, its fiber optic cable hair trailing down to the door handles as Mista gives you one final smooch, zipping up your jacket and making sure you’re comfortable before he leaves you. He’s so considerate to lock the door from the inside, that way it doesn’t beep and disturb you. Now that he’s headed inside, he won’t be long, and he makes sure to get everything as quickly and efficiently as possible. While he doesn’t really take as much pains as he normally would should you have been there, he tries to stay true to the spirit of the list at least. You need the rest, and the less you have to worry about the better. He knows you’ll be up and helping Trish into the night, and as he gathers a couple extra canned milk coffees, he figures he might take the long way home. Just to make sure you have a few hours sleep under your belt, and if you get too tired tonight, he’ll be more than happy to take over.

“I’m back babe, you ready to go home?”

Your Stand answers for you, a tiny beep indicating it’s heard him. Number 5 is still petting you by the time he starts the car, the other Pistols climbing up to join him, surprisingly getting along and quiet for once as they let you get some well deserved rest.

As Mista drives, he feels a tentative cable wrap around his arm, tenderly rubbing his bicep with the headphone jack at the end.

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oasisofgalaxies · 4 years ago

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s h a r e the head canons!!

oK!!!! Headcanon time!!! So apparently I can’t do anything without dragging the duo into it so wOOP!! Anyways here’s some headcanons if Mem and Mori went to Camp Unus Annus :D

Also thank you for helping me with these and letting me yell at you about them gjfNFNDNFN

•So both of them would be councilors and teach Outdoor Survival together

•Mem teaches the half where campers learn to build shelters or pitch a tent, start a fire and learn the various ways to make one, tell time and direction out in the wild, and general survival tips.

•Mori teaches people how to identify different plants and animals, how to gather food in the forest, how to find a good source of drinking water, and basically everything you need to know to keep yourself alive in the woods.

•A lot of their lessons overlap so sometimes they’ll co-teach classes together

•And when they’re doing separate stuff they’ll interrupt each other’s lessons frequently- Either to say something funny or dumb or show the other something cool they found!

•Mem gets really really excited when he gets to make fires cause this is the oNE time he’s allowed to do it and he’s gonna have F U N

•Mori often gets sidetracked in lessons if he sees a cool plant, mushroom, or even some moss. He’ll immediately stop what he’s doing and go on an excited tangent about it.

•He also had a habit of pointing out any and all birds and animals in the area and getting very excited over them

•Mem often has buttercups or other really pretty flowers tucked behind his ear!

•When Mori sees a pretty flower his first reaction is to pick it and give it to Mem! If Mori finds a four leaf clover that also goes to Mem too.

•To preserve the flowers Mem will use a bit of his magic to freeze them in time and make sure they don’t wilt.

•He has a lot of past gifted flowers laying on his shelf in the cabin.

•Likewise, Mori’s bag is stuffed full of cool looking rocks because like a penguin Mem will see a neat rock and immediately give it to Mori!!

•He also found seaglass by the lake (somehow-) and immediately gave it to Mori.

•Now matter how heavy his bag gets, Mori never refuses a rock.

•If he gets anxious during the day he’ll grab one of the smoother ones and use it as a worry stone.

•His cabin shelf is lined with many of the rocks from Mem!

•Both of them have made friendship bracelets for the other!

•Mem made Mori a lavender and rose colored one, a really simple striped bracelet.

•It’s pretty thin and really messy, Mem got frustrated a lot when making it because he couldn’t figure out how to tie the knots exactly right.

•Bracelets aren’t exactly his forte.

•But he gave it to Mori and he lOVED it!! He absolutely refused to hear any apologies for how it looked and insisted it was absolutely perfect. He now refuses to take it off because he just adores it!!

•Mori made a gold and black colored chevron bracelet for Mem.

•It’s rather big and very neat looking, almost professional.

•The gold thread is very glittery, Mori thought he’d like that. He even braided some glittery beads in!

•It took him a while to make since it was such a big bracelet.

•When he finally gave it to Mem he cried over how wonderful it was and gave Mori a bear hug.

•He wears it absolutely everywhere and refuses to take it off even for a moment.

•Mem shows it off to everyone and proudly announces that he got it as a gift from Mori. He says it like he’s saying he won the greatest prize in the world, and to him that’s probably what it is.

•Just the idea of them giving each other things they found or made is really really nice to me!

•Also the obligatory stargazing headcanon! It’s basically mandatory at this point.

•They can and will sneak out past curfew to look at the stars. Either they climb on the roof of the cabins, go to an outlook in the hills, or sit by the lake.

•Either way they bring snacks and blankets and just cuddle up to stare at the sky. It’s really nice especially with all the nighttime noise. Crickets chirping and the occasional bird call or owl hoot. The lake gently lapping on the shore and bats dipping and diving overhead.

•They’re both tired from a long day at camp but it’s always worth it to spend some nice alone time together. To recharge from all the crazy of the day. A few hours to themselves before the chaos of camp kicks back up once more. Just some peace and quiet. Just the two of them.

•They’ll quietly talk and share stories about their days, telling each other funny or interesting things that happened.

•Even though they’re always together it’s just good to listen to each other talk about what happened that day.

•It’s also a good time to exchange gifts, whether it be rocks, flowers, or other things they found during the day and didn’t get a chance to give it to them normally.

•And sometimes it not gifts but odd things they found and wanted to puzzle over together. Like the one weird stick Mem found with all the odd tunnel-looking grooves in it.

•It’s just a lovely quiet time under the stars.

•Their cabin walls also have lots of pictures hung up.

•Some are of the two either posing together or one or the other caught in the middle of something funny

•For example, like the time Mem tried to start a fire and all he got was a face full of smoke

•And aims are just really soft and quiet moments of them that the other snapped.

•Theres one of Mori reading against a tree while sunlight dappled over him from between the leaves. He’s surrounded by tiny little flowers and he has a really bright and calm smile on his face.

•Sometimes it’s also pictures of flowers or animals Mori took or scenery shots that Mem liked.

•There’s a few of the lookout, some deer, morning mist on the lake, some wildflowers in the field, and a forest full of fireflies at night.

I just kinda made a bunch of these last night while talking to Ophelia- Maybe because it’s just in part that I miss camp but these were so fun to think about :D!!!

#Yaaaay camp headcanons!!!#I think that people would take their class just for the sheer experience of it #because you know with these two doing anything it’s gonna be one hell of a ride #I dunno I just really liked the idea of this!!!#:D!!!#Mem and Mori #IKEA au #gemstone6 #nebula rambles

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saiilorstars · 5 years ago

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The Beginning of Everything

Ch. 19: The Monaxi Reality Show

Fandom: Doctor Who

Pairing: Female OC x 10th Doctor

(OC Renata’s Face claim: Marjorie de Sousa) (Gabby’s face claim: Victoria Moroles)

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DISCLAIMER: This chapter’s plotline is from Doctor Who’s comic stories. Most of the dialogue is directly written from the comic. The plot is NOT mine.

Chapter Summary: The Doctor discovers who the Sky Hunters really are and he, along with Renata and everyone else, have to put up the fight of their lives in order to end the Monaxi's little horror show.

Gabby felt like her head was spinning. Her kidnappers - or saviors, it was still in the air - were talking at the same time, one voice over the other, so she didn't really know where to interrupt to make her case. She was grateful that one of them - the only human-looking one - had stopped the team from killing her on the spot but now they were all arguing with each other. Actually, on some level it was mind of funny because they started out debating what to do with her and somehow ended up arguing with each other over other things.

"Only you were stupid enough to get caught by them too!"

"Come on! Let's just fry her already!"

"Be quiet! Everyone, I'm trying to think!"

Gabby hadn't even gotten up from where the ship's force-field placed her after being brought into the ship. She was afraid that if she moved even an inch, everyone would shoot her. You can't just sit there and let your friends die! She exhaled deeply. She really couldn't just sit there. Her eyes flickered to the human man who seemed to be taking the reigns of the team. He could be her only salvation right now.

"Y-you," she found her opportunity to speak once the Earth man shut the other members up. "You're a human like me, right?"

The man furrowed his eyebrows at her. She at least didn't seem like he wanted to kill her, unlike the others, which gave Gabby hope that this was the right way to go.

"Yes, I am," he answered in a gruff tone.

"So am I!" Gabby exclaimed and pulled herself up to her feet. "If you can scan for a false bio signature, you should be able to pinpoint the origin of my DNA. You'll find I'm a native too!"

One of the members - a blue alien creature with a tiny head, a squared body and fat legs - scanned her with a circular object on its chest. "She's right," it declared a few seconds later. It brought up one of its skinny (almost tentacle-like) arms to the Earth man. It's hand was a screen that showed the results of the test on Gabby. "She's telling the truth boss, except there's an anomaly. Her DNA is genetically distinct. A throw forward, like she's from another time zone."

Gabby gulped. "I can...I can explain that…"

"What, you're a tourist from the future? That's even worse!" a bald, humanoid man with two sets of eyes growled. Gabby did not like his buff arms holding a high tech gun at her.

"And impossible," added a tall, green humanoid women with long, like hair.

"Not at all," went a pine tree-looking alien. "It's just not allowed. Generally speaking, anyway. I have seen future days…"

"Shut up, all of you!" the Earth man ordered again. "This data says you're from the world's future, supposing that were even possible," he looked at Gabby. "Why are you here?"

Gabby didn't answer straight away because she was a little bit distracted with the blue alien's tentacles floating around her. "Umm...to stop the Sky - I mean the Monaxi?" She had no idea what the 'Monaxi' were but she figured it was the name of the creatures behind the 'Sky hunters'. "That's what the Doctor and Renata do. They help. We help."

"What? You're conscientious objectors? I hate them almost as much as I hate tourists," the buff alien huffed.

"Last time some well-meaning protesters were captured by the Monaxi," the woman said. "They got themselves splattered across three valleys."

Gabby's eyes widened.

"Right. That's not what's needed here, future girl," the pine tree alien said.

"We are one cell amongst many who resist the Monaxi," the Earth man explained.

"They're invading," Gabby nodded. That much she could conclude on her own based on what she'd already seen.

"No, they're enslavers. They use this area's people and many others as a stock cupboard. Or pantry, based on whom they're selling them to."

Oh, this is bad, Gabby gulped.

~0~

"It's hot," Donna concluded almost as soon as she was conscious.

The Doctor was already standing up and gazing about. Wherever they were it was very different from the woods. For starters, Donna was right. It was blazing hot. They were in a desert that even included the traditional three birds flying in the sky that one would usually see on t.v. There was a lake not so far away from where they were but that was pretty much it.

"Doctor, where are we?" Donna got up and looked about.

"Never mind that," Renata stood up fast, but doing that too fast left her wobbly on her legs for a bit. "We need to find Gabriella and fast. Who knows where she is or who took her."

"Meerox?"

The trio turned to see Munmeth calling to another trio from a distance.

"Doctor, I don't like this place," Renata told the man. None of them were really concerned with who Munmeth was talking to considering they looked like they were part of his clan or the River clan. She was more worried about Gabby and where she ended up. Of course she wasn't denying they weren't in enough danger themselves. Already they had been attacked earlier and were taken away by the nets only to be deposited where they were now.

"I may have an idea of who's playing with us," the Doctor said quietly so Donna wouldn't hear.

Renata looked at him with widened eyes. "Someone you know?" She didn't mean to sound accusatory, but that's how she sounded and for a moment the Doctor lowered his head. "Doctor, I-I didn't…" she sighed. "This isn't you. Whoever did this is at fault. And we're gonna find them."

"Munmeth, watch out!" Donna shouted and ran to yank the man back before one of the trio of his clan speared him to death.

"But I know them!" Munmeth was stunned that he'd nearly been killed by his own friends.

"Nobody's a friend here," the Doctor eyed the trio carefully.

Renata seized the spear that had nearly taken Munmeth and held it threateningly at the clan trio. "I don't know who's pulling your strings but you better stay the hell away from us."

"Munmeth, if we don't fight you, we'll be punished," the women from the trio answered.

"Oh," Renata straightened up a bit. "So they're real." She thought they might have been projections or basic technology but no, they were actual people.

"No we don't!" the Doctor snatched the spear from the Renata's hand and struck it into the air just as a huge bird - a pterodactyl - swooped over them. It came crashing down with sparks and its head rolling to the side.

"It's a robot," Donna caught the wires sticking out from the bird's neck. She flinched when the Doctor smashed its head with his foot. It was very aggressive and unlike him, but the situation called for it. "Now listen to me," the Doctor turned to the clan trio, "We don't have much time. This was not a bird. It was a camera." He pulled out his glasses to examine the bird. "It was the eyes of those who are truly watching you, stealing you from your homes, making you fight. We need to destroy as many of these cy-birds as we can."

"Who is this stranger?" a blonde man asked then eyed Renata and Donna.

"Who are you to tell us what to do?" asked the second man, a bald man.

"Seriously?" Renata groaned. "I really hate when they do this," she looked at the Doctor. "Humans can be very slow sometimes."

"Oi!" Donna elbowed her in the ribs.

"Quickly, we don't have much time," the Doctor pulled the spear from the ground again.

"Do as he says," Munmeth urged his people. "He is...the medicine man."

~0~

"Gabby, I'm Effrid Blink and these are my associates," the Earth man was introducing himself to Gabby. The team was somewhat more amiable than before but the only one who really seemed to take an honest, friendly attitude towards Gabby was Effrid.

Gabby still put on her best, warmest smile as Effrid introduced her to each of the crew members.

"Mem-brain was liberated from a Monaxi circus. He can't remember his real name."

The buff alien in question only huffed and went to the computers along with the woman with them.

"Unta, a Jerdian, whose world has become considerably more warlike in response to the Monaxi threat…"

Gabby wiggled her fingers in a hello manner but neither alien in question seemed to care for it...except for Tony.

"I'm Tony, hi!" the blue-squared alien that had scanned her earlier waved one it's tentacles at her. It definitely cheered up Gabby a bit.

"Tony, as inscrutable as he is useful," Effrid seemed closer to smiling. "It was he who rescued me from Monaxi. The tender mercies long ago. I still don't know what's inside that plasma suit he wears, but I trust him with my life."

Gabby eyed Tony's exterior with newfound curiosity since his skin wasn't skin but a suit. "Nice to meet you all."

"If you're sticking around, girlie, make yourself useful," Unta said as she sat down in front of the computers like Mem-brain.

"It's really nice to meet you all," Gabby said rather fast as she had more pressing matters to get to. "Listen, my friends got taken away and I really need to find them."

"Guerilla tactics are best when dealing with the Monaxi," Effrid went to take the head chair of the controls.

"That way we were made a hazard for the relatively minor operation they have going here," Tony said.

"What do you mean?" Gabby neared the screens, wishing to God she had learned some basic alien language in the past but...alas, she had not. "I really need to find my friends."

"We keep them from decimating the population," Effrid looked back at the concerned Gabby. "That's about all we can do. Resources are stretched."

"Well...how long has the Monaxi been doing this?" Gabby asked.

"Too long," sighed Effrid. "Longer than I can remember."

"They're like a plague," Tony shook his tiny head. "We'd need an army to drive them back."

"No," Gabby said matter-of-factly. She immediately had the looks of Unta and Mem-brain. "You need Renata and the Doctor. Trust me."

~0~

The Doctor had led the group through the 'desert' and discovered many more cy-animals that contained cameras. They were being watched through everything it seemed.

"Are we clear on what we do, then?" the Doctor asked the group once they stopped by another lake for a quick rest and catch up. Munmeth's friends still seemed a bit unconvinced that the Doctor's plan was the way to go, but it was really the only plan they had that gave them a chance to survive. "Whatever happens, whatever you see, and no matter how terrifying it looks...stick to the plan." He reached for his sonic inside his coat and started examining the lake in front of them.

Renata noticed the worried looks from the others and assumed they still weren't very trusting of their technology. "It's really alright," she assured them. "It's just a sonic...which...you don't really understand either…"

"As I suspected - hard light synthetics," the Doctor read off his sonic.

Donna crossed her arms and gave the man a pointed look. "And for those of us who don't speak 'Doctor'?" she then glanced at Renata but the Time Lady put her hands up.

"Don't look at me, I barely know what he's talking about sometimes."

The Doctor rolled his eyes at their conversation. "I meant it's holographic. It can be disrupted. As can anything else on similar wavelengths."

Donna practically glared at him. "I still don't know what the hell you mean!"

"Nothing here is real," the Doctor lowered his sonic with a heavy sigh.

"Doctor…" Renata had caught something dark forming across the lake. She took a few steps forwards, letting the water hit her ankles, but she didn't seem to mind getting wet. "What's that?" she pointed up ahead.

Sand swirled as if there was a sandstorm coming. Something black was forming in the middle of it and it looked to be huge.

"Positions people!" the Doctor immediately shouted. "Remember to wait for my signal!"

Donna was the first to rush away but she pulled Munmeth with her, who then brought along the rest.

"Renée, you too," the Doctor reminded but Renata shook her head.

"I want to know who the hell created all this and took Gabriella from us," she said with a deep scowl across her face. Her eyes narrowed as the creature from the sandstorm finally emerged but there was an immediate confusion once she saw its squid figure. "I'm sorry-" she blinked, "-are we under the sea?"

"I should've recognized all the trademark signs of oppression," the Doctor frowned. "A whole holographic coliseum to test out the qualities of those they enslave."

"I must have missed that class," Renata mumbled. She studied the bright orange squid coming towards them on its dozens of long tentacles. Its top part resembled a circular spaceship but it was still bright orange with only a streak of silver at its middle.

"The energy nets, indiscriminate use of tractor beams directly upon living matter, dumping unwanted captives from great heights...the needless cruelty…" the Doctor reached for Renata's hand, gripping it tight as soon as he held her. "Everyone, now!" He dove to the ground, pulling Renata with him, and allowed for a perfect target that the others could get.

Everyone threw piles of sand at the squid, delaying its arrival to their side of the lake. The Doctor then aimed his sonic at the squid and activated it. The squid's orange and silver top seemed to rise a bit and revealed a monster-like head underneath complete with classic horror, sharp teeth and dozens of eyes.

"What is that, Doctor!?" Donna watched the squid struggle to stay on its tentacles thanks to the sonic.

"A species of traders that prey on less advanced lifeforms and sells them to high civilizations," the Doctor said. "An elusive race known to be that rare thing, a composite of physical matter and energy. And if I am recalling correctly, you also pipe the gladiatorial spectacle from these coliseums back to your homeships. Munmeth, Kria, now!"

Munmeth and Kria came running with a huge, fashioned net between them. Between them and Renata, they threw the net over the squid and essentially knocked it to its side. The Doctor's sonic was messing with the squid's tech on its top.

"Pitiful little...bipeds…" the squid groaned and slowly picked itself up again, tossing the net to the side.

"Oh, it talks," Donna made a gesture as if she should've known it would've talked.

"Good," Renata glared at it. "So it can tell us where the hell we are and where the hell Gabriella is."

"You'll regret causing damage and delay," the squid warned.

"Try me," Renata was quick to say despite not having much to defend herself with.

"Renée, just stay back!" the Doctor exclaimed as he kicked up the energy from his sonic.

"I may not have a sonic but I do have my ways," Renata scowled.

"Yeah, well, as much as I'm very curious how your balled fists are going to solve this...let me just take care of it!" the Doctor put himself in front of her and used every last bit of energy to finally put the creature down.

The squid collapsed on its own tentacles and as it went down, the orange faded from its skin and left it with a rotten, green color.

"Is it...dead?" asked Donna made sure to stay a few feet away from them just in case.

"I ruptured his energy carapace," the Doctor shrugged as he tucked his sonic back into his pocket. "I popped him...but he'll recover eventually."

"I need him to talk now," Renata snapped, although not directly at him. She was just upset that so far they hadn't gotten any clue of where they were and they were no closer to finding Gabby either.

"Renée, we're dealing with the Monaxi," the Doctor told her and watched her blink in realization. "They might be vicious but maybe they aren't as tough as they look."

"How could I have missed what they were?" Renata brought a hand to her forehead and rubbed hard circles over her skin.

"It's impossible to remember every single race we learned about…"

"You don't forget."

"I'm not normal."

That made Renata smile for a moment. Of course, the Monaxi finally spoke up and ruined their moment.

"How could a stupid local biped like you know that we are Monaxi?"

"You actually can't tell the difference between any of us, can you?" snapped the Doctor. "We're all just two-legged insects to you, huh!? Just raw material to be enslaved or slaughtered."

"It's not like you matter."

Renata actually gasped out of pure offence. "This is why I don't like travelling sometimes," she looked at the Doctor. "Because every once in a while, you meet creatures like these."

"It's a good thing we're not just any travelers," the Doctor looked directly at the Monaxi. "Constellation of Kasterberous ring a bell?"

It definitely did. "Not possible…"

Renata actually wanted to grab the Doctor's arm when he started walking towards the Monaxi. She didn't want him anywhere near the creature who still had possession of its dozen tentacles.

"Your psi-control maintaining the illusion of this place is weak," the Doctor spat. "I will ask you this only once: bring down this holographic lieso we can see where we really are."

"If you insist," the Monaxi surprisingly said.

The area around the group began to glow for a minute then died a few seconds to reveal a coliseum and they were right in the middle of it.

"What are these strange caves?" Munmeth was wide-eyed at the structure around them. Glass walls lined the circular wall on each level where there were supposed to be benches.

"They're not caves," Renata moved towards one glass wall. Now it was the Doctor who wanted to keep her close. "They're...cages…"

"What?" Munmeth looked at her.

"Imagine a net for people, a net that you can't get out of," Renata stopped walking and turned sideways to meet the man's gaze. "Everyone who has been taken is in here, in these walls…"

Munmeth didn't seem to believe it at first but once he heard the cry of his daughter, who was stuck behind one of the glass walls, it all seemed to make sense. He rushed for his daughter but came crashing into the glass instead. "Doctor, you must help me! Muthmunna!" he banged against the glass.

"I don't suppose there's a button or something we can push?" Donna quietly asked Renata.

Renata shot a glare at the Monaxi that'd brought them here. "Not unless it's feeling generous."

The Doctor shared the glare on the creature. "Drop the cage shields, Monaxi," he spat the name out.

The Monaxi's dozen eyes glowed a bright red. "I can't do that."

"Do it or I'll do worse than give your energy sac a puncture," the Doctor whipped out his sonic again and threatened the Monaxi with it.

"You misunderstand me. I am unable to. I don't have the etheric key. Only our leader possesses that."

And just as it finished explaining, something a deep orange light burst from its top. The Doctor just barely jumped out of the way when it exploded. He landed face first but looked up in time to see an even bigger Monaxi floating in the air.

"You'd risk taking the life of one of your own just to be sure of shooting me in the back!? You must be really scared!"

"I'm scared for you - get over here!" Renata practically hissed at him from her spot. She felt completely useless being unable to remember anything about the stupid creatures. She admitted there were a few times where she wouldn't pay attention in school, and much more - ironically - when she spent a lot of her time with a young Doctor.

"Gallifreyans. I know what you are," the larger Monaxi remarked. "I am Iktra. My colleague here, Vozmarth, is young, ambitious, inexperienced and foolish. He never was good for much and now he's lived up to his promise."

"It's his fault you fired him?" the Doctor almost laughed. "That's harsh even by Monaxi standards."

"You dare judge me, Time Lord?" the Monaxi lowered its body a bit as if to look the Doctor face-to-face. "In ancient times, of all the races we traded with, yours were the cruelest...the most demanding. Your kind had the most unrelenting of appetites, you were the most terrifying in your ambivalence. You use your time scoops to populate your own coliseums, your death zone, but you needed the likes of us too. You demanded gladiators for your entertainment and we supplied them."

"At least not all of us were awful," Renata called out, gaining his attention whether or not the Doctor wanted it. "We may have started out that way but some of us learned and evolved. I don't think the same applies to your people."

"At least my people are alive."

Renata's face fell flat.

"Word gets around, Time Lords. You'd have to go back to primeval times to find any of your kind outside the time lock."

"Now!" Donna suddenly shouted and when Renata and the Doctor looked back to see Donna leading the others with the huge net from earlier. They threw it over the Monaxi once again.

"You filthy bipeds!" the Monaxi shook against the net. "You cannot hold a Monaxi! I'll kill you all!"

But this time they were ready for him. One man jumped with the net to stand on top of the Monaxi and secure the net. Donna pulled hard and had the others follow her lead.

Renata actually smiled at the efforts. "It's moments like these where I can see why you appreciate the humans so much," she told the Doctor. He gave her a side-glance that encompassed his surprise at her words, but also a newfound fondness for her. He'd been getting those lately, actually.

"Use that sonic of yours to disrupt his energy carapace as well," she suddenly instructed. "If this Monaxi is the leader then by de-activating his energy carapace…"

"...we can essentially de-activate the others," the Doctor finished with a huge grin. "Renée, you're a genius!"

"I...wouldn't go that far," Renata made a face.

The Doctor didn't care for that statement. He thought she was incredibly smart, but that was a conversation for another time. "Keep him steady!" He told the others and hurried to take his sonic out again.

"We're...trying!" Donna struggled with her end of the net so Renata ran to help her.

The Monaxi shook violently to rid itself of the net. "You can't hold me!"

"Monaxi, cease all hostile actions immediately!" rang a loud voice. For a moment, the Monaxi stopped and it gave the Doctor the perfect chance to de-activate.

Once more his sonic lit up when it took aim against the Monaxi. Even as it shook, its orange color began to glow to eventually fade away just like before. "Cranking up the levels!" the Doctor was happy to report despite the terrible struggle he was now facing as well.

"Monaxi, surrender now!" rang the same voice from before.

"Where's that coming from!?" Donna wildly looked around in case they would also be attacked from something else.

Renata was the first to see a huge ship - no, rocketship. She gasped and unintentionally let go of her part of the net. "It's the ship that took Gabriella!"

Donna nearly fell back from when Renata let go of the net. "Would you be so kind to keep helping!"

"Sorry!" Renata quickly reached for her part again. "But that's the ship! We have to get Gabriella back!"

"Monaxi! Cease or we'll slice you in half!"

"I'd rather not go anywhere near that thing!" Donna cried as soon as she'd heard the threat. "If it shoots it'll hurt us too!"

Renata's eyes widened. "Good point! Everyone!" she yelled to those aiding them. "Get away from the Monaxi!" she made the gesture for them to follow her. "Doctor, you too!"

"Just a bit more!" the Doctor kept a steady aim on the Monaxi. "I've almost drained it!"

A few seconds later came the promise of a blast that sliced the Monaxi in half. The force threw everyone on the ground.

"Doctor!?" Renata was quick to call when she raised her head off the ground.

"I'm here, I'm here!" he was shaking his head to get rid of some straggling sand. "And whoever just attacked did help with de-activating the energy sources, so...I guess we should thank them?"

Renata discarded his confusion and gazed up at the huge ship in the sky. "We need to get Gabriella back."

But before they could even think of a plan, the ship took position to land. It lowered itself to the ground and opened its cargo door. A few seconds later, a few aliens, plus two humans, emerged from it.

"Renata! Doctor! Donna!" Gabby came running up to the trio.

"Gabriella, thank goodness you're alright!" Renata hugged the girl tightly. "You are alright...right?"

Gabby laughed as she pulled away. "Yes. They-" she pointed over her shoulder to the team she was with, most of which were now helping get the prisoners out of their glass cages, "-are rebellion fighters."

"Lucky for you, then," Donna crossed her arms. "Meanwhile, we were stuck fighting for a reality show."

"Donna," the Doctor shook his head at the poor comparison.

"That's what it was!"

Gabby chuckled.

~0~

Once Effrid had rounded the last of the Monaxi still straggling about, the Doctor felt it was right to leave. They had also helped Munmeth and his people into Effrid's ship so that they could be returned home.

"What about the other Monaxi?" Gabby asked the trio once they neared the TARDIS. "Would they come here to investigate why all their people disappeared?"

"Nah," the Doctor didn't hesitate to shake his head. "Monaxi always want things easy so I've rigged up a warning beacon. If more come this way, they'll know that this world is defended by us." He smiled specifically at Renata, but the woman only laughed.

"Oh please, like you said, what am I going to do with my balled fists?" she raised her two fists and tilted her head at them. "Not much, I think." She chuckled again and went inside the TARDIS first.

The Doctor seemed to think of something that kept him lingering outside even when Gabby and Donna went inside, something that brought out a big smile from him.

#10th doctor #doctor who #ocappreciation #ocapp #tenth doctor imagines #doctor who imagines #10th doctor fics #10th doctor imagines #dw imagine #doctor who fics #donna noble #gabby gonzalez #oc: Renata Cartwright #fic: the beginning of everything

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the-local-oddity · 5 years ago

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hey eli! i know i'm late, but if you're still doing that hurt/comfort meme, may i request pm/skoodge friendship with mv? tysm! 💖

M- Panic attack V- Platonically combing through the other's hair

~ Ah!!! Cute!! Let's do it! They're a just brosss!~

His face rested on his hands, the nightmare playing out again and again in his mind, over and over, looping constantly. He could still so very vividly see their glaring eyes, he could feel himself being dragged away, and he could still see his children watching on silently. His whole body ached and he sat alone in the darkness of his lab. The only licking the room was the tiny flicker of lights of some tech nearby. He didn't even know what time it was anymore.

The door slide open, he didn't even hear it, footsteps grew closer, he didn't move, someone called his name, he stared blankly ahead. A hand touched his shoulder, suddenly he was there again.

He pulled away quickly in fright, he expected to see a tall shadowy figure looming over him, but instead found a rather short one.

"It's a little dark in here..." The figure joked.

The voice... Oh, oh thank goodness... It was a friend. He blinked away the fear as best he could, and reached over to the light. Lighting up the short irken and the rest of the lab along with him.

"Why are you sitting on the floor?" Skoodge asked, "In the dark?"

Membrane paused, thinking of a response, nothing believable came to mind.

"It's just been one of those days, my friend." He brushed his hair out if his face, he didn't want to tell Skoodge the full truth, about the nightmare about him sleeping in the lab for who knows how long.

Skoodge watched him move his hair, "It's that just a hologuise? How does the hair look so real?" He asked in wonder. The alien circled around Membrane, taking a good look.

"Bit more advanced then a hologuise... It takes a lot more power to run, but it's a lot more believable." He shrugged, and pulled off one of his gloves, allowing his metal finger to tap on the ground. It made a satisfying click to him, and it seemed to help.

"Very impressive..." Skoodge nodded, looking at his hair still, marking at the technology used to create such a realistic disguise. As silence fell over the pair, Membrane tapped his fingers on the ground and Skoodge began running his fingers through his friend's hair.

It was peaceful, both of them finding a sense of calmness.

"Skoodge..." Membrane started, breaking the silence, "Are you afraid of anything?"

"Oh, yeah...." He shrugged slowly, "Tons of stuff."

"Like what?"

Skoodge didn't exactly understand where the line of questioning was coming from, but he figured there had to be some reason. So he chose to answer.

"The armada actually coming, getting killed, losing Zim, being reprogramed... Y'know, the usual for defects like us."

Membrane nodded slowly, his fingers still tapping on the ground.

"I was... I was right to leave the empire right?" He asked, after another silence.

Skoodge stopped what he was doing, "Do you think it was wrong for me to leave?"

"No."

"Then why would it be for you?"

He rubbed his eyes, "I was supposed to lead them.... I could've changed things.... I could've made things better.... But I ran..."

"And look where you are now, you're happy. Living the life you dreamed of." Skoodge walked so he looking Membrane in the eyes, "Do you regret any of this?"

"......no..."

"Then you made the right choice in leaving." He said with all the confidence in the world, "Trust me."

Membrane smiled at his small friend, and nodded, "Right... Thank you..."

Skoodge smiled right back at him, "No problem, Mem!"

Though the fear from earlier hadn't completely washed away, it was certainly clearing up. He shit his eyes and sighed, silently reminding himself over and over, that he was right and he was safe.

#invader zim #iz skoodge #professor membrane #drabble #spacey author #asks #horrormonitor

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henbased · 5 years ago

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🌻💐🌳 for Wood

🌻 What little things do they notice about people or the world around them that make them happy? What tiny little treasures do they find in the normal every day that makes the world seem a little brighter for them?

this was The Difficult One

Vegas is a shitshow, everyone with eyes could see that. You don’t go there expecting to see the pinnacle of society. Wood deals with the nastiest of men on a daily basis. What makes her happy, though? When people get what’s coming to them, especially when it’s an entitled man, and general chaos.

Like when Miss Ean Anderson gave Deuce a very wicked facial scar for getting a little too handsy. It was so very interesting, and very, very funny to Wood. Watching angry wives throw wedding bands at their husbands, who left hickeys all over Wood’s neck. Having Nero punch out a client for leaving one too many bruises on her skin.

Wood’s a Freeside kid, and even if she left that life behind her, bits of it lingers. On walks around The Strip she likes to inspect and toss rocks, step in puddles on bare feet, feel the windchill cut through her bones.

💐 How does your OC handle being unwell or forced to rest in bed? Who cares for them and in what ways? Does your OC enjoy being doted on or are they a terrible patient? Reversed: is your OC good at taking care of others who are ill or in need?

i typed this up once but tumblr DELETED IT

Wood detests being ill. Bed rest? Not for her, she’s got shit to do. She grew up in Freeside, one of many children with absolutely no parental supervision. She knows how to take care of herself. If it ever gets too bad she’ll go see a doctor, she’s not too prideful to seek help if she needs it. She’s not a terrible patient, she’ll listen, but she won’t be happy about it.

Wood would be a terrible caretaker. “Suck it up, Buttercup, you’ve got a job to do” is very much her outlook at life.

🌳 What is your OC’s favourite way to relax after a stressful day? Do they have a favourite book to curl up with? A hobby? Or do they have a nice bubble bath and have an early night to bed?

i know you sent this ask first but i answered mem’s question first soz x it’s over here

#oc: wood holmes #fnv #fnv oc #fallout oc #ask

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Fiction: The Prototype

An essay by Claire Lev, as provided by Judith Field Art by Luke Spooner

When they let me out of hospital, I decided to rent somewhere with space to write. Jo, the social worker, helped me find a terraced house in the old part of town, the only one in the row not converted into flats. Gentrification had leapfrogged the area. There were no skips outside the tumbledown houses, no four-by-fours blocking the narrow streets. The shades of my immigrant ancestors spoke to me in the place they’d once made a crowded, warm world of their own.

“Bit big for a youngster like you, on your own,” the landlord said, “Miss … er …”

“Claire Lev,” Jo said.

“Claire … Lev. Millwall … two!” I chanted, using the rising and falling cadence of a football commentator. Okay name for a house, Millwall. Bucolic. Strong.

Jo pursed her lips and shook her head at my display of what the shrink dubbed “knight’s move thinking.”

“Miss Lev.” The landlord leaned away from me, as though I was contagious. He told me a rabbi had lived in the house, which meant that he’d labeled me as Jewish. Once people slot you in like that, the label is like a flashing light in their heads, steering everything they say. I waited for him to ask “if I knew the Cohens.”

“It was about 80 years ago. There were a lot of you people ’round here then.” You people.

“I’ll take it,” I said.

No one since the rabbi had smartened the house up. The faded, peeling wallpaper looked as if it had been there since the thirties. It was patterned with overblown tea roses that I saw faces in. The bathroom looked even older, with its rust-streaked basin. The bathtub stood on little bunched feet, poised to run.

The attic became my writing room. I scattered rag rugs and beanbags over the floorboards. The light poured in through two huge skylights and blasted the frozen shadows off my brain. Sometimes I’d be writing a poem and in mid-sentence I’d have to stop, as though someone had plucked the thoughts right out of my head.

It didn’t help that the house was full of noise–pipes clanging, stairs squeaking, floors groaning. The cat flap in the back door banged, even on windless days. I rang the landlord and asked him to get rid of it. I heard soldiers marching in one of the bedrooms, but when I went in, there was nothing to see, even though I could still hear them. And always the smell of wet mud, the sound of water dripping.

Outside the kitchen was a tiny garden, grass with a couple of anonymous scrawny trees. I spent a lot of time in the kitchen. The tablets made me constantly hungry. I decided to go cold turkey, to stop the medication and to try to lose weight.

I never seemed to be able to keep the cracked, dull linoleum on the kitchen floor clean. I washed it every morning, but a few hours later, there would be another line of muddy blobs leading from the back door, like animal tracks.

In bed I squirmed, trying to sleep. A mob of problems whirled ’round my mind. When I had worried about each one, they all took another turn. I stood in the middle as they danced around me, pulling at me, demanding a piece of me in higher- and higher-pitched voices. Bills. Poetry. Weight. Leaky roof. Benefit. Noise in the house. Food.

One night, a hand stroked my hair.

“Claire, poor Claire,” the female voice said.

“That’s all you ever say,” I replied. Two old women’s voices discussed a cake recipe. It made my stomach rumble.

It didn’t help that the house was full of noise–pipes clanging, stairs squeaking, floors groaning. The cat flap in the back door banged, even on windless days.

I had to have a peanut butter and banana sandwich for lunch, cut diagonally, set on the plate with the red line ’round the edge, otherwise my nerves would jangle and a band would tighten around my ribs as I forced myself to breathe. The sandwich had to be sliced with one of the blue-handled knives that made me feel safe when I held them. I rummaged about in the drawer, but my fingers met one of the solid metal ones. It weighed my hand down, and the edges of the handle felt alien. My heart pounded faster as I poked and prodded in the drawer. My mouth dried. I felt sick and the room became fuzzy ’round the edges.

“Claire, poor Claire,” said the woman.

“She’s useless and you know it,” a new, male voice said. “Can’t even find the right knife.”

I smelled that muddy, earthy odour even though it wasn’t raining. The cat flap banged and movement flickered in the corner of my eye. I grabbed a carving knife and whipped around, jerking the blade forward.

“Get out!” My voice caught on the lump in my throat as tears rose behind my eyes.

A tiny, human-shaped pile of mud stood by the back door, in front of the cat flap. I dropped the knife, with a clatter that seemed to go on and on. I rubbed the back of my hand across my nose.

The man’s voice started again. “You clumsy, filthy whore. Give up. You’re worthless. Take that knife and slit your–”

“Shut it!” the mud man-thing shouted. “My voice is the only one she needs to hear!”

Silence. I reached down.

“No,” said the mud-thing, “I’ll deal with that.” It kicked the knife under the fridge.

I backed away, my fists clenched, until I was pressed against the wall. The thing walked toward me.

“Look at me,” it commanded. Its eyes glowed red. Warmth ran through my veins. I breathed out and my heartbeat slowed.

“Don’t be scared. Forget the others; they’re gone. I’m your helper. Better let you see my job description. Here are my personal specifications and objectives.”

The top of its head opened. It reached inside, pulled out a roll of parchment, and handed it to me.

“Careful. It’s written in a special ink made out of oak galls, copperas, and gum arabic. You won’t find them down in the shops.” The orange-tinted parchment was peppered with the hair follicles of the animal from which it came, as if hit by a tiny shotgun. The black, square letters were written with a sweeping hand: broad upstrokes and narrow downstrokes. Some were embellished with crown shapes at the top. Others stretched, giving a solid edge to each column of text.

My Hebrew was as rusty as the taps in the bathroom and my shaking hands made it hard to read, but I made out the letters: gimel, lamed, mem …

“You’re a golem?”

It nodded. “Call me Rishon. Don’t you know who lived here? Rabbi Yossi, one of the greatest twentieth-century mystics. He made me. I’m a servant made out of non-living stuff by magic.”

Okay. What would I have to say to get rid of it? I tried to dredge some Hebrew from my memory.

“Gleeda!” I shouted.

“Ice cream? You’ll have to get your own. But I’ll protect you, if you let me stay.” It spoke as if it was reading my mind.

“You? How? Jump up and bite attackers on the kneecap?”

“Now you’re being size-ist. I can’t help it if I’m only twelve inches high. I’m a mock-up, a prototype. Rabbi Yossi wanted to make the perfect golem. That’s why I can speak. The others couldn’t. He died before he could make the full-sized version. I’ll protect you from Cossacks, expulsion, blood libel, and the voices in your head. I can help ’round the house.” It ran its hand across a cupboard door and stared at the place where its fingertips would be. It tutted. “I do cleaning as well.”

“Those your footprints all over the kitchen floor?”

“Sorry about that, but I had to get in quickly. Couldn’t stop to wipe my feet.”

“Why were you in the garden?”

“Where else could I go? I was minding my own business in the attic, for eighty years I’ve been up there, but then you had to go and use it as a study. Couldn’t stay up there with you tapping at your keyboard all day. It’s like being inside a ticking clock.” It put its hands up to where its ears would have been. “I’ve been hiding in the garden, but it keeps raining. I’m made of clay. The rabbi never got ’round to firing me in the kiln, so I have to come in out of the wet. I’m a priceless ethnic artefact, you know. And I’m not an it, I’m a he.”

“If you stay, do I have to tie a bit of red string ’round my wrist? Kabbalah, and all that?”

“Kabbollocks. Made-up nonsense. Anyway, I’ve got work to do. Now that I’ve shut up that lot of voices in your head, I’ll go get rid of the barmy army in the bedroom.” He reached out an upturned hand and twitched the curled fingers toward himself. “Scroll. Give.”

I passed it to him, and he put it back inside his head. It clicked shut. The stairs creaked as he made his way upstairs.

I listened for Rishon, coming up and down, in and out through the cat flap, while I worked. And the poetry flowed. Now that there was silence in my head, instead of the crushing band around my ribs, I felt a painless silver belt around my brain, squeezing ideas out, yet at the same time holding them back so that they didn’t all erupt at once. Everything in sight glowed, sunshine dancing on glass.

Rishon reappeared one morning as I was looking out the kitchen window at the gnarled, pallid leaves sprouting on the stunted trees. The doorbell rang. He ran out through the cat flap.

I opened the front door a few inches. The community nurse put her hand through, showing her ID. I peered around.

“I’m Vikki,” said the woman by the nurse’s side. “I’m your befriender.”

I let them in. I didn’t look at the woman. If she spoke, I didn’t hear it.

“Let’s talk about your treatment plan.”

The nurse started some spiel about empowerment. About concordance between service user and care-giver. She gave me new tablets. I had to take one a day.

“You’re a bit isolated here. Pop into the Day Centre, it’ll do you good. They’ll send transport for you. Get to know people, learn new skills.”

When the bus came, I wouldn’t open the door. “You should go,” Rishon said. “Make friends. Maybe meet a nice young man.”

“I don’t want to meet someone like me. I’m fine here. I’ve got my poetry. And you. It’s perfectly okay.”

Rishon clambered onto the kitchen worktop and shuffled forward till his face was up against mine.

“Now look,” he shouted. I could see inside his mouth. “You have to do more with your life than skulk around here all day. When you do creep outside it’s only to scuttle to those pokey little shops. Get out! Look at nature! You might pick up some ideas for poems!”

“No, you look, Mister Perfect Golem. I do have a choice about all this, and I’m not going. I don’t want to write about how it feels to sit in one of those care-in-the-community buses with people gawping at me.”

“Why don’t you learn to drive, then?”

“I can drive. Used to have a car.”

“Stolen, was it? I’m not surprised, around here.”

“Sort of, but it happened where I used to live, before I went into hospital. One night the police took my car away. By the next morning, before I got up, they’d replaced it with one that looked exactly the same, only, they could control it. So I had to get rid of it.”

“That’s clever of them, considering they couldn’t catch a one-legged burglar with his arms tied behind his back.” Rishon picked up my tablet box and looked inside. “You’re meant to take these every day, you know. Get yourself a glass of water.” He pushed the box toward me.

A week later, the Vikki woman came back. I shouted at her to go away, but she said she couldn’t hear me. I opened the door. A shove at the back of my knees ejected me, staggering and stumbling, onto the path. The door slammed shut.

“Let me in!” I shouted through the letterbox. “Please! I haven’t got my key!”

“Go on, now! Get some fresh air,” Rishon called, from inside the house. “It’s a sunny day, I’m off into the garden. I’ll open the door–later.”

I stood up. Breathed in. Breathed out. Turned around.

Vikki looked to be in her mid-thirties, slim, with blonde hair tucked into a knitted teacosy hat. Her woolly tights were zigzagged with colour, like the patterns you see when you press on your eyelids.

“Hello, again. Walk with me?”

“Is your name short for Victoria?”

“Not short for anything. I’m just Vikki.”

“Just Vikki’s an okay name.”

She smiled. “Does this mean you’ll come for a walk?”

I nodded. “I’m on a drug called aripiprazole. Okay name for a man, that. Sounds Greek.”

“Nah, nobody’d be able to spell it.”

We walked up the street, the wind scudding cans and empty crisp packets across the pavement in front of us. Our path lit up, then dimmed, as clouds tore across the sun.

I’d never noticed the park entrance at the end of the street before. The park was deserted, except for old men sitting on benches and people with nowhere else to go. Vikki pointed to a seat outside.

“We won’t go in this time. Let’s sit here. Recovery is like climbing a flight of stairs. You have to take one step at a time.”

I turned my face upward and closed my eyes. The sun shone red through my eyelids. Vikki told me about her ceramics studio and the class she ran.

“I write poetry,” I said. “Here’s one about the shrink at the loony bin:

“Take head off, bin man,

A catamaran”

“They call that a clang association.”

“Don’t you start. That’s bin man talk. But Clang Association would make a good name for a band.”

We talked about music. The sunlight drained away. Coatless, I shivered in the wind.

It began to rain, and we ran back down the street.

I hammered on my door. No reply.

Vikki made up for saying that naff thing about climbing stairs by riffling in her bag, taking out some pottery tool, sliding it between the frame and the door, and opening it. If that was a skill they taught at the Day Centre, I might just go. I didn’t ask her in. I stepped into the house and slammed the door.

A note lay on the kitchen table. The landlord had nailed the cat flap in the back door shut.

I hurled the door open and rushed into the garden. A puddle of wet clay lay on the ground. A bit of yellowing paper, washed clear, lay to one side. I stood, water running down my face.

I scooped up the mud and the paper and stashed them in a plastic bag at the back of the cupboard under the eaves. Alone in the silent house for the first time.

Vikki’s guiding me back into the world. We’ve been out for coffee. We’ve been shopping at Tesco’s. I entered a poem about her in a competition; I’m still waiting to hear if I’ve won. She’s a shoulder to lean on, someone to trust. She believes in me as a whole person, with true abilities.

As I believed in Rishon the golem, who showed me the way.

I’ve started Hebrew lessons. I’ve been copying the bit of Genesis (Chapter 17, verse 1, actually) that says “walk before me and be perfect.” I’ve nearly got it right. Between that and Vikki’s pottery class, I’m hardly in the house these days. I’ve made friends at Hebrew class, but the potters won’t sit with me. “She’s weird,” they say. “All she makes is little clay men.”

I’m practising. Until I can make perfect.

Claire Lev also lives in London, UK. She’s a ceramicist, and she and Judith met at Claire’s art installation “Living Clay”, consisting entirely of golems of different sizes. Blink, and they seemed to have moved. But that can’t be so…can it?

Judith Field lives in London, UK. She writes because it’s in her DNA. She’s the daughter of writers and learned how to agonise over fiction submissions at her mother’s (and father’s) knee. She speaks 5 languages and can say “please publish this story” in all of them. Her short stories, mainly speculative, have appeared in a variety of publications in the USA, UK, Australia and New Zealand.

Luke Spooner, a.k.a. ‘Carrion House,’ currently lives and works in the South of England. Having recently graduated from the University of Portsmouth with a first class degree, he is now a full time illustrator for just about any project that piques his interest. Despite regular forays into children’s books and fairy tales, his true love lies in anything macabre, melancholy, or dark in nature and essence. He believes that the job of putting someone else’s words into a visual form, to accompany and support their text, is a massive responsibility, as well as being something he truly treasures. You can visit his web site at www.carrionhouse.com.

This story first appeared in Stupefying Stories, August 2012.

Fiction: The Prototype was originally published on Mad Scientist Journal

#Claire Lev #Judith Field #Kabbalism #Luke Spooner #Metaphysics

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javelon · 6 years ago

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Nothing More (Than A Forgotten Memory)

"Why the long face, sugar?"

Chase looked up from his glass of whiskey to the face of the bartender, her eyes looking over him as if to discern his secrets.

He sighed and took another sip of his drink, "Oh just...a not so good long day. Hell a not so good long life really."

Her smile turned sympathetic and she set down the glass she had been cleaning, "Would you like to talk about it? I hear talking about your woes is healthier than drowning them in liquor."

Chase's lips quirked up slightly, "Heh, yea Hen tells me that too."

"Hen?"

He nodded, "My brother, Henrik. He's the mother hen of the family so I just call him Hen." Taking another sip he tips the glass towards the bartender, "Anyway, how come you became a bartender if you're worried about unhealthy drinking?"

The woman leaned against the bar counter with a smile, "The stories believe it or not. Lot of people travel through this town and have many fascinating tales to tell. The liquor helps loosen up that information." She winked with a cheeky grin.

Chase huffed out a chuckle, "I see. Well I'm afraid my story isn't very interesting. Just...sad. And one I'm sure you've heard a thousand times before. Can I get another please?" He slid over his now empty glass.

She gave him a sad frown but nodded and refilled it, "Just cause stories are similar doesn't mean they're all the same, hun. What you are going through is not the same thing as everyone else. Your story is still unique."

"Oh." Chase blinked and gazed down into his new glass, "I guess I never thought about it like that..." He shook his head and took a large gulp, "Honestly though I'd rather just forget it all. And the whiskey helps."

"Are you sure that's what you truly want though? What about your happy memories?"

Chase looked back up, surprised to see the serious look the woman was giving him, "Happy memories aren't as happy with all the bad memories tainting them. So yes I'd like to forget it all right now, the good and the bad."

She looked him in the eyes for several moments before taking his glass from his rather lax fingers. She topped it off then grabbed another glass and poured herself a drink too. Handing him back his glass, she held up hers towards him, "Well then to forgetting old memories and starting anew."

Chase clinked his glass to hers with a smile, "To starting anew."

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It was going to be a long day, Henrik could already tell. Jackie and Anti were already bickering, Marvin had accidentally changed his doctor's coat to be super sparkly so he now looking like a walking disco ball, and they were out of his favorite coffee!

"At least Chase is going grocery shopping day." Henrik mumbled to himself, watching Jackie and Anti in case he needed to step in.

His eye twitched though when he heard someone running down the hall towards the kitchen. Honestly was he the only adult here?

"Chase vhat have I said about running in zhe halls?!" He yelled at the running figure only to pause when he saw a frantic looking Jameson instead. "Jamie?? Vhat ever is zhe matter?"

Everyone stopped and turned to the youngest ego in surprise, they had never seen him run ever, much less in the house.

Jameson was trying to sign with shaky handy but finally just started tugging on Henrik's sleeve frantically when he realized nobody could understand then ran back down the hall.

The doctor jogged after him, a knot of concern and apprehension forming in his chest, "Jamie, slow down! Talk to me!"

Henrik's knot grew when he saw Jameson run into Chase's room. He knew Chase had gone drinking but he was only slightly intoxicated when he came home last night. Had something happened??

Skidding into the room, Henrik froze when he saw Chase curled into a ball in the corner, body wracked with sobs.

"Oh Chase..." Henrik murmured, his heart breaking for his brother. What had gone wrong? Chase had been doing better! Or at least Henrik thought he had been...

Jameson had already knelt in front of Chase, trying to get Chase to look up. Henrik knelt beside him and placed a comforting hand on Chase's knee, "Chase, vhat's wrong? Talk to us."

Chase flinched at his touch but peered up from behind his arms, "W...Wh...who a..are y...y..you?"

Henrik froze in shock. Did he..? Surely he had heard Chase wrong.

"...Vhat? Could you repeat zhat?"

Chase took a deep shuddering breath, "Wh...who are y..you?"

Doing his best impression of a goldfish, Henrik couldn't answer for a moment, "I...vhat do you mean who am I? I...it's Henrik. Zhe great Dr. Henrik von Schneeplestein! I'm your brother, Chase!" His tone grew increasingly frantic when he didn't see any recognition in Chase's face.

"Ch-Chase? Is...is that m-my name?" Chase whispered.

"Is that your name?!?" Jackie's alarmed voice came from the doorway.

Chase curled in on himself more, his sobs renewed, "I-I do-don't kn-know! I c-can't re-mem-b-ber!!"

Henrik lurched forward and embraced his sobbing brother, "Shhh shhh it's ok, Chase. It's going to be ok." Chase initially flinched but gradually relaxed as Henrik rocked him slowly, running his fingers through Chase's hair as he continued his gentle tirade of comforting words.

Finally Chase quieted down and when his blue eyes peaked up at Henrik, the doctor smiled, "Zhere you are. I know zhis is scary but it's going to be ok. We're family and we're going to take care of you."

Chase sniffed a couple times and peered around at the others who were trying to hide their own looks of fear and concern, "I...I'm s-sorry. I don't...recognize a-any of you."

Swallowing down a lump of sorrow Henrik pasted on a brilliant smile, "Zhat's alright! Ve shall simply introduce ourselves until ve can figure out your amnesia. We're your brothers, Chase. Zhis here is our little brother, Jameson or Jamie as we usually call him." Jameson waved hello with a teary smile.

Henrik shifted so he was facing the three by behind them, keeping his arm wrapped around Chase's shoulders, and pointed at Anti, "Zhis grumpy one is your overprotective knife obsessed older brother, Antisepticeye or Anti."

Anti huffed, "I'm the right amount of protective, doc. Have you seen what happens in this family?" He still gave Chase a small wave with a smile though.

The doctor chose to ignore Anti's comment and moved on to Marvin, "Zhis is our older brother and resident magician, Marvin or Marv." Marvin gave a tiny wave as Chase's eyes widened.

"Can you really do magic?" Chase asked softly.

Marvin's smile grew, "I can. Would you like to see?" At Chase's nod Marvin held up his hand, letting Chase see light gather in his palm before it formed a flower. He held out the flower to Chase who took it carefully and gazed at it in wonder.

"It's real. That's amazing, Marvin!" Chase gasped.

Henrik was glad Chase was fixated on the flower and didn't see Marvin's brief look of sadness mixed with pride. The doctor cleared his throat and pointed to Jackie next when Chase looked up, "Jackieboy Man or Jackie here is our resident super hero and our eldest brother."

Jackie smiled and waved as well. At Chase' curious look Jackie let his eyes glow green and his feet lifting off the ground to hover, grinning when he heard Chase's excited gasp. "I can demonstrate more later. Hen doesn't like me using my powers in the house. Too much can break." Jackie winked causing Chase to chuckle.

"And finally I am Henrik von Schneeplestein, resident doctor and your older brother."

"And resident mother hen." Marvin teased.

Henrik rolled his eyes, "Someone has to fuss over you lot or you'd all have one foot in zhe grave!"

"Seems Anti isn't the only overprotective one." Jackie laughed.

"Yea how many times have you followed one of us home from the rooftops again Jackie?" Marvin held his chin in an exaggerated pondering pose.

"There's a lot of bad people out there that could mug one of you! And like you haven't put a tracking spell on us when we've gone out of town."

Warm exasperation filled Henrik's chest as the two continued their banter, Anti chiming in a bit. Movement from Jamie made the doctor turn to see Jamie was showing Chase his notepad which said "They're all protective of this family. Especially you and I as the youngest."

Henrik frowned and held Chase just a little tighter. They obviously hadn't been protective enough. Something had gone wrong between last night and this morning and none of them knew what that something was.

He cleared his throat again, getting everyone's attention, "Ve can debate vho is zhe most protective one later. For now, Chase, I vould like you to come vith me to zhe hospital. I vould like to use the equipment zhere to see if your amnesia is a medical issue. Meanwhile Marvin I vould like you to investigate any magical reasons zhis could have happened. And contact Jack. He vill vish to know vhat's going on. Jackie and Anti, check zhe security footage of everywhere Chase went last night. See if anyone may have attacked him."

The three nodded and left to complete their tasks. Henrik looked back down at Chase who looked a bit apprehensive, "I promise you everything vill be alright. Ve'll get to zhe bottom of zhis or I am not zhe great Dr. Schneeplestein!"

Chase gave him a small grin and let himself be pulled to his feet, following Jamie and Henrik out of the room. Henrik just hoped they got to the bottom of this soon.

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Three weeks later and Henrik found himself in the bar Marvin and Jack, sitting in a corner booth watching the other patrons there.

"Vhy are ve here, Marvin?"

"Yea, Marv. What do you hope to find here?" Jack asked, looking around for some sort of clue.

Marvin sighed, "I...am not sure. But this was the last place Chase was when his memories were still intact."

"You're hoping to retrace his steps?" Henrik asked, smiling at the waitress approaching them.

"Afternoon boys. What can I get you?" She gave them a big smile, holding her pen and pad at the ready.

"Just a coffee for me, please. Two creams." Marvin requested.

"I'll take a coke zero annnd will you guys share some nachos with me?" Jack looked at them both.

Henrik nodded while Marvin said, "Sure I could eat."

"And a pilsner for me." Henrik ordered. It had been a long couple of weeks. A drink would do wonders for his nerves.

When she walked off with their orders Henrik spoke up, "Vell ve haven't had any luck with every other route we've tried."

Jack chewed on his thumbnail, "But it's been a couple weeks. Would there still be any hints here?"

Henrik shrugged, "Possibly? Marvin believes magic is at play and magic doesn't dissipate quickly. Right Marv? Marvin?"

Marvin put a finger to his lips, his eyes locked on the bar area. Henrik and Jack looked over, trying to see what caught his attention.

"Marv-?"

"That bartender is the one that was in the security footage. She was the one who served Chase." Marvin interrupted Jack.

"Ok?" Jack gave him a quizzical look.

"She's not human."

Henrik and Jack snapped their eyes back to the bartender who was talking with a patron sitting at the counter, "Are you sure? She looks normal to me." Jack tilted his head slightly, as if the different angle would reveal what Marvin saw.

"I'm sure. She has the aura of a supernatural being." Marvon explained, his eyes still trained on her.

"Hmm so she could be zhe one zhat erased Chase's memories..." Henrik murmured.

Jack's brows furrowed, "But...we don't know her. Why would she attack Chase?"

The three sat in silence, no one having the answer to that. They averted their eyes when their orders came, subtly glancing at the bar between bites of nachos. When the bartender served her patron and herself a drink, clinking them together, Marvin shot to his feet.

"Marv-!" Henrik tried to follow only to pause when Marvin shot a quick, "Stay here." over his shoulder and walked briskly towards the bar.

Wishing for Jackie's super hearing, Henrik and Jack could only watch as Marvin said something to the woman. She looked surprised then...pleased? Yea she was definitely giving Marvin a smile despite his borderline angry look. Though she did look a bit sheepish. She nodded towards their table and Marvin seemed to hesitate. He ends up giving her a curt nod and after she motioned for someone else to man the bar she and Marvin walked back to the table.

"Good day, gentlemen. Name's Iris." She held out her hand in greeting after sliding into Marvin's previous spot, the magician sliding in next to her.

"Henrik."

"Jack."

They hesitantly shook her hand, looking from her to Marvin in confusion.

She seemed to ignore their confusion and leaned forward onto the table, "So Marvin says you'd like to discuss your brother?"

"Err yes? Did you serve Chase here 3 weeks ago?" Jack asked, shifting awkwardly.

"Single dad with the skull ball cap? I did indeed. He was rather sad that evening. Is he doing better now?"

Henrik felt so confused. This woman sounded like she was actually concerned about Chase. But...

"Then why did you curse him??" Marvin hissed, his fist clenched.

Iris looked at him in alarm, "Curse him? I didn't curse him. I simply granted his wish."

"His wish vas to erase all his memories??" Henrik wasn't sure he could believe that. They knew Chase was having a hard time but to erase all his memories? Even the good ones?

Her smile was sympathetic, "He said he wished to forget it all. I'm a djinn and when someone wishes for something around me I am compelled to grant their wish. I did ask if he was sure he wanted to forget everything though."

The three of them stared at her incredulously. "Well it was a bad wish! You have to change him back!" Jack exclaimed.

Iris sat back and regarded them all carefully, "I can do that, if that is a wish you make. But!" She held up a hand to stop them from saying anything, "Is he not happier now that his previous troubles no longer weigh him down?"

Marvin sputtered for a moment before loudly exclaiming, "At the cost of forgetting his brothers! His kids! All his past GOOD memories!"

"Marvin!" Henrik hissed as people turned to look at them.

When the people looked away Iris replied, "This is true. I imagine reintroducing yourselves to your bbrother was not easy. And I've no doubt his kids were confused."

Henrik winced at the reminder of having to reintroduce Chase's own kids to him while trying to explain to Stacy enough of what was going on to convince her the kids were still safe to come over.

"Like I said I can return him to how he was if you wish it. Just know that means everything comes back good and bad. Are you prepared to deal with his depression returning because you wished for his memories back?"

The three paused and looked at each other. Henrik took a large sip of his pilsner as he thought over her question. It was true Chase not remembering certain things was hard. However after the bumpy first week he was doing rather well. In fact he was happier than Henrik had seen him in years. And it had been a small blessing when Chase had seen and talked to Stacy without even a twinge of his old heartbreak. And for whatever reason Stacy seemed more willing to let the kids see Chase more often once she realized Chase truly didn't remember her.

Was it really the right thing to do? To make Chase remember? Suppressing memories was an unhealthy way of dealing with things. But if the memories were completely forgotten? Chase didn't even have nightmares anymore!

Henrik swallowed hard when Marvin and Jack looked to him, their eyes reflecting the same turmoil he felt.

What do they do? What was the right thing to do?

He didn't know.

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Sorry about the cliffhanger like ending guys. But I felt like this decision would truly be tough so I decided to leave it like this so you all can decide for yourselves what happens. Which choice would you make?

Thanks for reading!

#chase brody #fanfic #jacksepticeye #henrik von schneeplestein #antisepticeye #marvin the magician #jameson jackson #jackieboy man #amnesia

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yourworldmyworldourworld-blog1 · 5 years ago

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Brazil - Just let go and enjoy

Brazil - Rio de Janeiro & Ilha Grande

So Brazil is my country of origin. So I ended up spending quite a bit of time here. I will then give you a few tips on a few things and a few cities so its not an overload. I am also yet to explore its grandeur in full. São Paulo, I will save you for later my dear one.

RIO DE JANEIRO

I spent approximately a week in Rio, not followed by collectively so I will write below a quick guide.

Day 1 - if you are arriving by plane I advise you try and get into Santos Dumont which is super close to the city centre. From there you can get the VLT which is just outside the airport to Cinelandia and at Cinelandia you can cross the tracks and get into the underground so you can head southbound to Ipanema. Make sure when you buy the ticket (which will be a card) of the VLT you put enough cash for that day (around R$20 should do). If you arrive early and are staying in Ipanema or Copacabana (which I highly recommend as these are safer areas), go for a walk on the beach.

Botanical Gardens

Day 2 - When I arrived I headed straight to the Parque Lage and Botanical Park by Uber (they also have an app called Rio cabs which also works well and its like an Uber). But that depends when you arrive in the city. This trip could take you half a day or a full day depending how easy you want to take it. The Parque Lage and the Botanical Park are beautiful and you can have a coffee and picnic over there. On your way back you can also go for a wonder around the Lagoa (Portuguese for the Lake). I took the bus back but equally you can get an Uber back. Again make sure you miss the rush hour. As for food I recommend this adorable vegetarian / vegan place near the Botanical Gardens called Prana.

Mureta da Urca

Day 3 - Wake up early and head to Pao de Acucar. It’s a bit difficult to get there by public transport as you will need to get the tube and the bus so perhaps look into getting a cab there. You can also chose to trek up Pao de Acucar. You can either book with a guide all of it or you can do half by yourself. Equally you can just get the cable car (at R$100 for an adult (you have discounts for students)) all the way up. Enjoy the view and then go for a wonder around Urca, or better yet hand around until sunset to enjoy it at the wall (which they call “mureta”). There is only one bar around there and I advise you buy a few large beers (at R$10 if I recall right) and keep the tickets to reclaim later so you don’t have to queue again. I also recommend you order a portion of pasteis (cheese and shrimp are my favourite although meat is good too).

City Centre

Day 4 - Head out early to Cinelandia and check out the library, the royal gabinet and walk around this city centre. There also should be some walking tours leaving from the square in front of the National Library around 9:30am/10am. You can either walk towards the Tomorrow Museum or you can leave this to another day. Whenever you decide to go to the Tomorrow Museum (in Portuguese: Museo do Amanha), make sure you either buy the tickets for the Museum before or you arrive around opening time (10am) so you are not stuck in the queue for too long. This museum is definitely work it and at R$20 per adult its super doable. Then go and wonder around the market to the left of the museum (in fact between the tomorrow museum and the art museum which are on the same square area) and enjoy the view of that huge wall with these worldly colourful faces. If you have time you can also head to Santa Teresa that same day and do the Ruins Park and the colourful steps (Escadaria Selaron).

Escadaria Selaron

Day 5 - Escadaria Salaron (Escadaria meaning staircase and Salaron the name of the guy who made it) is the various steps up near Lapa made of mosaic. You have a lot of people there but if you head up to a park called Santa Teresa first you have a nice view of the city and then work your way down. Take your time and enjoy the views. Also be careful as the Lapa neighbourhood near the staircase isn’t super safe. You can then go for lunch at one of the many bars in the Lapa (look up places on Avenida Mem de Sa).

A Day at the Beach

Day 6 - You can look to do go and just chill at Barra da Tijuca beach or Ipanema or Copacabana. If you chose a weekend to go and chill at the beach you will see what Rio is truly like. Make sure you buy some mate (which is a typical Rio drink, sold anywhere really but the best one is at the beach from these guys with these metal like tanks). Make sure you also buy the ‘Globo’ snacks they carry around. Only then you can truly experience the Rio spirit. Also make sure you watch the sunset at one of these beaches as its stunning. Equally head down the Ipanema beach to the Pedra do Arpoador (the Arpoador Rock) to watch the sunset.

Cristo / Christ Redeemer

Day 7 - If the weather is good I would highly recommend waking up early and heading out to the Cristo. I got an a taxi with 99 but you could also plan to get an Uber. I would recommend booking a taxi back. Perhaps speak to the driver or pre-book the Uber as its quite busy and there are less taxis on the way back.

Saturday Markets

Day 8 - If one of your days in Rio is the first Saturday of the month you can head to the Lavradio Street Market. It is a vintage market in the Lapa neighbourhood. There is also the Rio cathedral next door that is a very interesting architecture (built in a triangular manner).

SAFETY / TIPS

In terms of safely I would say you stay in Copacabana or Ipanema. The Lapa neighbourhood is dangerous although a fun night out. But know that I only went out there with locals I trusted. Rio is beautiful but please be careful because it’s not the safest place so be careful and don’t stray too far from the safe areas (Leblon, Ipanema and Copacabana) unaccompanied by locals you trust.

Other things to do:

Climb Sugar Loaf

Barra beach

Tijuca Park

Pedro da Gavea climb

ILHA GRANDE

You can take another 3-4 days or even more to head to Ilha Grande which is super close to Rio and super worth the visit.

Day 1 - All you need to do is get the 5am bus to Mangaratiba from the Rio bus station. You can buy the ticket online and get it on the day. I would recommend you arrive at the station around 4am. Once you get to Mangaratiba (a 1.5 hr drive from Rio getting you there around 6:30/7am), head to the port which is about 100m on the same side of the road that the bus will drop you off. There might already be a queue so just join. The boat costs R$17 one way. When you get to Ilha Grande you can buy the return on the day or do what we did which was to get a transfer back that included the boat and the bus back to Rio. The boat to Ilha Grande took around 1hr. When we got there around 9/10am we headed to our camping site. It was called Camping do Bicao. You can chose more expensive options but Camping do Bicao was super well equipped. When you booked with them (at R$30 per person per night for the camping space), you can ask to rent anything from the tent (R$120 per night I believe); mattresses (R$60 per night for a double); pillows and bedding (another R$30 per night I believe). They also have hostel rooms but they go quickly. Everything was clean and super well organised.

On the same day we arrived we had all our stuff up and organised by 11am. If you rent the tent they help you do it up and take it down for you so you don’t even need to worry about that. We then headed to the Poço (translated to Well but really just a pool of water) which is to the north of the island (20 minutes from the town). We then treked for an 1 hr to the Feiticeira beach and waterfall. Super worth it and doable with half a day. As we came back into town around 3pm we bought some food (I also advise you buy some food in Rio and take it with you as Ilha Grande options are limited and things are expensive). We also booked a tour for the next day called Meia Volta where you do half of the island (that’s what “meia volta” means). Most agencies do the same spots and cost about the same so just ask around and see which one you prefer.

Meia Volta tour

Day 2 - Meia Volta tour. Enjoy and take some food but the boat should have water. Also take a snorkel if you have one.

Lopes Mendez trek

Day 3 - Make sure you do not miss the trek to Lopes Mendez. Leave early in the morning - say 9/10am. Take at least 1lt of water per person and food. The trek took 2hours but its uphill then downhill. Plus its through the forest so although you don’t usually have the sun on you its pretty humid and super hot. Also make sure you buy your return ticket before you leave (the long boat at 45mins should come to R$15 and the fast boat at 30mins comes to R$25). If someone on the trek tries to sell it for more or doesn’t give you the less expensive options keep walking. Make sure you keep an eye out for anyone selling the tickets and ask how much. We bought our return tickets with a lady at the third to last beach before getting to Lopez Mendez. Normally they keep an eye out and ask people whether they have return tickets. If I were you I would buy the tickets in town for the 5pm slot so you can truly enjoy Lopes Mendez and the other beaches. We arrived at 1pm and realised that 4 hours was not long enough. On our last night we also headed into town to enjoy some music. Be warned that booze is expensive although we managed to find a tiny spot one street away from the Main Street selling stuff fairly cheap.

Day 4 - On this day we headed back to Rio early. We got the transfer (at R$110) including ferry and bus to Rio at 10am. If you decide to stay longer there are other beaches you can explore.

CRIBSHEET

In Rio Stay either in Ipanema or Copacabana. I rented an air B&B. There are also hostels in Barra da Tijuana which isn’t bad but a bit away from the city centre.

Places to eat:

- Mate and Globo biscuits at the beach

- Jockey Club by the Botanical Gardens

- Prana (address: R. Lopes Quintas, 37) by the Botanical Gardens

- Ella Pizzaria (address: Rua Pacheco Leao, 102) across from the Botanical Gardens

- Puro Restaurant (address: R. Visc. De Carandai, 43) again across from the Botanical Gardens

- Bar Pavao Azul (address: Rua Hilario de Gouveia, 71) in Copacabana. Amazing little bohemian split with amazing “pasteis” (fried pastries) and good vibes.

- Urca Grill (address: Rua Mal. Cantaría, 10). This place you got to go at the end of the day to watch the sunset sat at the wall - you will see what I mean because it will be hard to find a spot to sit. Get some beers and some “pasteis” and enjoy the view and the vibe.

- Confeitaria Colombo (address: R. Goncalves Dias, 32). This is a century-old cafe with an incredible colonial architecture, amazing traditional snacks, sweets and coffee. It’s in the city centre so perhaps go after a morning stroll / tour / museum visit.

Where to go:

- Christ Redeemer (half day)

- Mureta da Urca & Sugar Loaf (full day)

- City Centre (walking tour) (half day)

- Escadaria Selaron / Santa Teresa (full day)

#brasil #brasiltravel #riodejaneiro #ilhagrande #backpacking #travel #travelling #vision #visionworld #yourworld #myworld #ourworld

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clans-of-the-sea · 6 years ago

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Forget-Me-Not

(Here’s my writing entry! I got Elf Owl’s help for writing the parts about Night and I thought this was the perfect moment to show!)

The beautiful, quiet woods sat peacefully in the springtime, with flowers blooming everywhere under the shining sun, turning the fields to a rainbow of beautiful bobbing colors and bright splashes. Heavenly scents trailed through the air, and so did butterflies and bees. Birds and squirrels filled the trees with song and life, and the day was perfectly peaceful.

Except for a small stubby figure far out by the farmlands, racing along as fast as her tiny legs could carry her. The reason she was flying along became quickly clear as a huge, snarling, snapping dog bounded into view as well.

“HEEEEELP! HELP! OH HEEEEEELP!” The dilute calico munchkin dashed through the grass, screaming like a seagull while she crashed along. She blasted past dandelions and sent their fluff flying through the air and trampled right over the clover flowers she loved so much.

The dog got closer and closer, starting to really gain on her. Eager excitement flashed in its dark eyes and it gave a wicked grin of bared fangs as it lunged forward to try to snap at her tail!

“AHHHH!” shrieked Snail. She jumped high in the air and landed right on the dog’s head! Panicked she clung on with claws and howled as the dog ran in circles, trying to shake her off. She bit its ear hard, trying to hold on better since she was scared of falling and being trampled.

But this just made the dog madder than ever! It snarled and roared and shook her right off!

Snail flew over a fence and landed in a pond! The giant splash made the ducks there quack and flap off. Whimpering, Snail struggled to the shallows only to see the dog bounding towards her! She tried to take off, but found out one of her paws was stuck on a root! Sobbing in fear, she clawed and scrabbled, still screaming for help.

Then a terrible snarl ripped out of the reeds ahead! A huge black shape leaped out and charged at the dog, snarling and hissing!

The dog yelped as claws sliced its nose and the angry black cat jumped on its face and attacked it!

Hiccupping and sniffling, Snail watched with wide eyes as the big black cat fiercely chased the dog off, sending it running away when it decided this new prey was too mean and the game was no fun anymore!

Panting, the black cat turned back and stalked over to Snail.

“Night!” she squeaked in relief recognizing her and realizing she’d been holding her breath in fright. She felt a little dizzy and flopped down. “You saved me!”

Night didn’t smile though. She just poked Snail. “How’s your paw?” she demanded.

“Stuck!” Snail took a shaky breath. “Is that dog going to come back?”

“No,” said Night. She carefully tugged Snail’s paw and helped her work it free.

Snail stood on wobbly paws and then squeaked. The one that had gotten stuck really hurt to stand on! She held it up, big eyes watery again. “It hurts!”

Night’s stiff expression didn’t change. The intimidating cat sniffed her paw and poked it. “Sprained.”

Snail stared at her in horror, puffed up and not sure exactly what that terrible pronouncement meant. “Will I ever walk again?”

“Of course.” Was Night rolling her eyes at her?

She frowned. “But I can’t walk right now.”

“You have three other paws.” Night beckoned to her and started to prowl off. She looked very grim, and Snail’s heart sank a little bit. Was Night mad at her? She drooped. She didn’t want the cool cat to be mad at her!

“Where are you going?” Snail hobbled after the black cat.

“Back. Camp. You should too.”

“But I can’t!” She plopped on her bottom and put on the saddest, most pleading face she could. “Night, I can’t. I’m on a mission!”

The black cat didn’t even turn around, she just looked around. “What mission?”

“I’ve got to find Fairyrings!” she explained.

“Who?” deadpanned Night.

“My sister! My other sister…” Snail’s whiskers drooped. “Why my housefolk lost me, I had two sisters, Ferret and Fairyrings. We all lived with the Storm Clouds because they gave us a place to stay, but then Fairyrings got scared when you new cats came—not to be rude, she just was worried, but I don’t mind you at all!” Snail hurriedly hobbled over to rub against Night, who just stared at her like she had squirrels in her brain. “But then Ferret died…” She looked up at Night, tears welling again. It broke her heart every time she thought of her sister dying, and then not knowing where her other sister was!

Night stared at her.

“I tried to find her,” wailed Snail, “but I can’t find anything and she’s gone forever! I came out here thinking maybe she went really, really far or tried to go home to our housefolk, but there’s nothing!”

“Then she’s gone,” Night said bluntly.

Snail’s whiskers drooped. She stared at the ground, starting to sniffle again. “I looked everywhere,” she whispered. “Everywhere!”

Night awkwardly nuzzled Snail. The big black cat then curled up around her and sat there frowning.

Snail sobbed into her fur, thinking of all the horrible things that could have happened. What if she was killed by dogs or had fallen in a river or got sick or got too hungry or got hurt or bitten by a snake or snatched by a hawk or attacked by a mean cat?!

Eventually though Snail ran out of tears. She sadly snuggled against Night, having hiccups from all her crying. She stared miserably at the black cat with her cheek pressed against her soft fur. “Night?” she quavered.

Night grunted.

“Will you help me do something?” she pleaded. “Something really, really important?”

“What?’ asked Night flatly.

“I want to make a mem-more-ree-um, for Fairyrings,” she said, sitting up with a sniffle.

Night cleared her throat and stared at her with pinned ears. She looked awkward and uncomfortable and pained like she’d been dragged backwards through a thornbush.

Snail guiltily nudged her wondering if now she was thinking about losing Shade.

“What’s that?’ demanded Night.

She stared up at Night. “You don’t know about mem-more-ree-ums?”

“No,” said Night.

Eyes tearful she said, “It’s a big nice thing you make to remember someone by and you make a big pretty thing and it means you won’t forget what you miss.”

“Oh,” said Night. She looked puzzled.

Snail pressed against her for comfort. “What do you do to remember cats?” she asked.

“We tell stories,” said Night. “About what they did. And we wrestle and yowl.” She looked away. “Death happens all the time. Once they’re dead they’re dead.”

Snail didn’t think that sounded very happy. It sounded very sad. She nuzzled Night. “Do you miss Cicero?” she asked. “He was your daddy wasn’t he?”

“Something like that,” said Night.

“We could make a mem-mor-ee-um for him too,” she said.

Night grunted.

“Can you help me?” she whispered hopeful. “We have to gather nice things.”

“Fine,” muttered Night.

The big black cat carried the small munchkin on her back. They wandered all over the hills, picking flowers and collecting feathers and berries and pretty rocks. Snail also found some nice soft sheep wool and some interesting shells.

“Is there anything you want to get Cicero?” she asked licking Night’s ear. She was balancing on top of her and carrying all the supplies.

Night grunted and didn’t say anything but when Snail finished collecting some more feathers she came back and found Night have some prey bones piled up.

“I made a thing,” she said flatly and pointed to it.

“That’s nice,” said Snail her voice still a bit thick. “But we have to put it somewhere special. I know the perfect place.”

Night carried her and she gave directions. She had a pretty good memory for things and they soon arrived in a pretty clearing with bright sun and soft green clover and grass everywhere. A big ring of mushrooms, which Snail called fairies, was there.

“What’s special about this?’ asked Night.

“It’s a ring of fairies,” said Snail. She nuzzled a fairy. It was pale brown and reminded her of the cream on her sister’s pelt. She gulped back a new wave of tears. “We just put everything in here,” she said, and started to arrange all the pretty things inside the ring.

She put shells, daises, roses, hyacinths, honeysuckles, butterfly wings, pinecones, stones, petals, acorns, fur, and feathers in. She also added moss and then lots of forget-me-nots everywhere, until the ring was filled with color and beauty, the perfect memorial for lost kin.

Night dumped her bones in the ring and then eventually added some tufts of her fur. “Now what?” she said. Snail was sure she looked kind of misty-eyed, and Night even added some white flowers on top of her pile, and a talon she’d found.

“We have to say words,” said Snail.

“What words?”

Snail didn’t know. She stared at the heap of gifts for a long while, sniffling and quivering while she tried to hold herself to together. Eventually she said, “I’ll always remember you, Fairyrings. And you too, Ferret. You’re the best sisters ever and I love you very, very much. I miss you lots, and I hope you come home soon Fairyrings.” If she heard Night’s snort behind her she didn’t notice. “I hope you find this and know I’m still looking for you.”

When Night came to stand beside her the munchkin pressed against her and smiled sadly, hiccupping. “You’ve got to tell some stories about Cicero when we get back,” she mumbled.

“Who says we have to go back?” muttered Night.

“What do you mean?” she pulled away and stared up at her.

“We can take some time…” Night’s claws sank into the ground and she was staring really hard.

Snail quietly pressed against her, purring softly and wanting to comfort her, sure that Night was trying not to cry. “Would you like me to say words for Cicero?” she whispered, eyes glistening.

Night grunted, which Snail hoped meant yes.

She cleared her throat and took a deep breath and said, “Cicero I know Night and Shade love you lots and I’m sorry you died, and I hope you and Ferret can have fun together wherever you are now.” She gave a big sniff and then sad down hard and started to cry again. “I’ll always remember you!” she promised. And she did. When she and Night had kits, she named the one that looked like her sister Fairy, after the strange little plants in her lost sister’s name: Fairykit.

#snail #night #Snailnose #Nightclaw #StormClan #writings #stories #submission

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evalynnmesserli · 6 years ago

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A Bit Different Chapter Two B: Change

Fandom: Sonic the Hedgehog

Summary: Sometimes, who you think you are isn’t you. Sometimes, the easiest answer isn’t always the right one. Sometimes, the truth you believe is a lie.

A/N: This time I actually mean it. I’m done spoiling you guys. I just happened to have some extra time today to finish this up and edit it but that stops tomorrow. I really mean it. This fic was inspired by @squigglydigglydoo, @spiritsonic, @monpian, and @whatisthisnonsense’s “Sonic is an alien theory. So yeah. Enjoy.

Extra Notes: Spirit and Jasper are old ox’s of mine from back when I was ten and they just suddenly came to me when I was trying to think of names and I figured: why not? So here they are.

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Spirit liked to believe that not much phased him. He had to keep calm for his tribe and he felt that he was rather good about it. However, as he stared at the five strange creatures in front of him, he couldn’t help but feel unnerved, if only slightly.

The creatures all seemed to be made of water with brains floating inside and large green eyes with no pupils. They stood slightly taller than him and Jasper and had long arms and legs with only three fingers and two toes. They also seemed to have two long fin-like things draping down their backs and two small tuffs framing their faces. They had no mouths.

“What are you?” Jasper demanded, gripping her spear tightly in her hand.

The creatures gave no response.

“Aren’t you going to answer?”

Again, nothing. They just stared at the two hedgehogs blankly.

“Jasper,” Spirit said to his partner, “maybe they don’t understand us.” He turned to the creatures. “Do you know what I am saying?” he said slowly, making sure to over pronounce each syllable. The lack of response gave him his answer.

“So they have absolutely no idea what we’re saying,” Jasper groaned. “Great. Now what?”

“I’m going to try something,” Spirit said to her. He turned back to the creatures and took a step in their direction, but stopped when they all crouched into defensive positions. He had to be careful. He didn’t know what they were capable of.

“Hello,” he said, raising his hand in a greeting. “I am Spirit, Spirit the hedgehog.” He placed his hand on his chest. “Hedgehog.” He pointed at Jasper. “Jasper. Hedgehog.” Once more he put his hand on his chest. “Hedgehog.” He then pointed at the creatures. “And you?” Nothing. They didn’t even relax from their defensive positions, but they seemed less afraid and more curious than they had previously.

“I don’t think we’re going to get an answer from them,” Jasper said.

Spirit sighed. “You’re right.” He turned back to her and opened his mouth to ask her if she had any idea of what to do when he felt something on his leg. He whipped around and pointed his spear at what ever had grabbed him, but instead of coming face-to-face with one of the creatures he was staring at something else.

It was tiny. So small in fact that he could have held it in his hands easily. It had a raindrop shaped head with a small floating yellow ball above it. It had a round, pale blue body and stumpy limbs with yellow tips. The creature stared up at him with wide eyes and that’s when he noticed that there were four others standing by the water ones.

“Look at that!” Jasper cooed. She walked up to the one that had been gripping Spirit’s leg and held out her hands, her spear having been dropped when she saw the small creature. “Come here. I won’t bite.”

The little creature hesitated before it flew over using it’s small pink wings that Spirit hadn’t seen before and landed in the female hedgehog’s hands. She smiled at it and brought it closer to her face. Spirit looked at the water creatures to make sure they weren’t planning anything while his partner was distracted and saw that they had all relaxed and were simply watching the hedgehogs. The other small creatures were making their way over and circling Jasper in fascination. They began climbing on her and burrowing in her quills. “Careful!” she said when one poked its hand on them. “They’re sharp.” Spirit watched, a small smile on his face before he remembered what they were doing.

“Jasper,” he said. “We need to go.”

“What?” she looked up at him confused. “Why?”

“The others will wonder why we haven’t returned,” he told her, “and if they discover these creatures, they might panic. I don’t wish to speak ill of any of our tribe members, but some of them do tend to jump to conclusions. We don’t want anyone to get hurt, do we?”

Jasper thought for a moment and nodded. She set the small creature in her hands back down. They stared up at her in confusion. She smiled sadly before turning to retrieve her spear.

Spirit looked back at the water creatures in front of him. He raised his hand if farwell, before turning and following Jasper.

He would return to the others and tell them of this encounter. He would make sure if any of them met again, there would be no war.

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Dikla watch the two “hedgehogs” run away. They were rather fast the Mayim noted. Faster than any of Dikla’s kind.

At first, they had been worried that the two creatures would be like the savages of the blue planet and attack them, but they had not. In fact, they seemed much calmer and the little ones liked them which proved that they were not untrustworthy.

“Dikla,” Stav interrupted their thoughts.

“Right,” Dikla turned back to the liquid. “We need to get liquid this to the Bayit.”

After a period of time spent struggling not to drop the liquid and having to go back to the pool several times, they finally managed to get it to the Master Emerald. They dropped it in the alter around the Master Emerald and watched as it glowed happily. Dikla walked up to it and put their hand on the Master Emerald. They felt it warm up in happiness and they followed suit.

“Thank you,” the Master Emerald hummed.

“Your welcome,” they hummed back.

For a moment, peace spread throughout the Mayims. Even the shunned Aviya felt the peace. For a single moment, all was well.

It was too good to last.

“Dikla!” a caretaker called. “The little ones are mutating!”

Everyone heard the call and moved. They all wanted to see. Soon they were all gathered at the foot of the altar surrounding the five little ones. Mem sat the closest, so warm with joy that the others around them could easily feel it without touching them.

Dikla managed to get to the front of the group and noted that the five little ones were the those who had met the hedgehogs. They watched as they glowed slightly. The smallest one, Shakhor, stopped glowing and simply turned to the other four. They weren’t ready yet it seemed.

Everyone’s attention was on the others. They watched silently as their forms began to grow and change shape. It was time.

Then everyone went cold.

Sitting in front of them was not four smaller versions of all the other Mayims. Instead, four blue and yellow beings looked at them with multi-colored eyes. Many of the Mayims began questioning what they had turned into but Dikla and the others who had retrieved the liquid for the Master Emerald knew. They did not look exactly the same, but they looked close enough that they were instantly recognizable.

They did not look like the Mayims.

They looked like the creatures from before.

They looked like hedgehogs.

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