#you're all welcome xxxx

[luxris]

giving the people what they deserve....old man crosshair

[nomercymaster11]

Through Law's eyes (Chapter 4)

@GOKUJOUNOMAGURO

WC: 2,993 | Law x y/n, afab!reader | continuation of "We should talk" A/N: My attempt of writing a first person perspective, Law's POV, reminiscing the days before that one fateful day. It's been about three years now since she became part of our crew. I remember the day she barged into our lives like a storm, all fierce determination, and pleading eyes. We'd just finished a mission on one of the islands in the North Blue, and she'd been instrumental in our success.

But when she asked to join us, I wasn't exactly jumping at the chance. See, it's not that I had anything against her personally—it's just that taking on new crew members is a big decision. Let alone another woman, aside from Ikkaku, to join the crew.

But as Penguin—bless his chatty soul—filled me in on her background, I started to see things differently. Turns out, she wasn't just some runaway trying to escape a bad situation. She had skills—mad skills. Not only was she handy with medicine, but she knew her way around basic mechanics too. That's the kind of resourcefulness you can't ignore on the Grand Line.

Penguin had spent some time with her while we were sorting out the aftermath of our mission. He couldn't stop talking about her, which, coming from him, was saying something. But the more he told me, the more I realized that she belonged with us. She wasn't just looking for a way out—she was looking for a purpose. And maybe, just maybe, we could give her that.

So, despite my initial reservations, I welcomed her aboard.

At first, she struggled with sea sickness, poor thing. But she didn't let it keep her down for long. Despite her initial queasiness, she threw herself into life aboard the Polar Tang with all the gusto of a seasoned sailor. She had this tomboyish vibe about her, fitting right in with the rough-and-tumble atmosphere of our crew.

Watching her adjust was like seeing a flower bloom in the midst of a storm. Day by day, she grew more accustomed to the rhythms of life at sea. And when she finally donned that crisp, white overall suit—the same one worn by the rest of the Heart Pirates—it was like she'd always been one of us. The crew welcomed her with open arms, and she fit in seamlessly.

I often caught glimpses of her shadowing Penguin, Shachi, and Bepo, soaking up their knowledge like a sponge. They took her under their wing, showing her the ropes of ship life, teaching her the ins and outs of the Polar Tang. They made sure she knew the rules I'd laid down, and they filled her in on all the little tricks and quirks of submarine living. And you know what? She took it all in stride, like it was second nature to her.

As they reported her progress to me, I couldn't help but be impressed. She was a quick learner, picking up skills that took others years to master. And every time I nodded in approval, it was like giving her a silent pat on the back. She was proving herself, not just to me, but to the whole crew.

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I remember that moment vividly, like it was yesterday. I was making my rounds through the submarine when I noticed a faint glow emanating from beneath the door of my office. Curiosity piqued, I approached quietly and peeked through the small window. There she was, surrounded by a sea of medical books, completely engrossed in their pages. Her expression was a mix of fascination and concentration, her lips forming silent words as she absorbed the knowledge within those worn pages.

I knocked softly, not wanting to startle her, and she jumped, clearly caught off guard. As I entered, she stood up quickly, blinking rapidly as if she'd been caught with her hand in the cookie jar.

"I'm sorry. I know I shouldn't be touching these," she apologized, her voice tinged with guilt.

But I shook my head, a smile tugging at the corners of my lips. "No problem at all. You're welcome to borrow them anytime."

Her face lit up like a child on Christmas morning, and she grinned at me eagerly. "I also brought some medical books with me when I came aboard the sub. Can I keep them here?" she asked, gesturing to the stack of books she'd brought with her.

I nodded, touched by her enthusiasm. It wasn't every day that someone showed such genuine interest in expanding their knowledge.

And so, our impromptu study sessions began. It was the only time we were truly alone together, just the two of us surrounded by the wealth of knowledge contained within those walls. And as we poured over the books, exchanging insights and ideas, I couldn't help but feel a sense of closeness growing between us. She wasn't just a member of my crew—she was a kindred spirit, hungry for knowledge and eager to learn.

This isn’t something we do on a regular basis. During those rare moments when our duties aligned and we found ourselves in the same room, engrossed in our respective books, I couldn't help but steal glances at her. There was something mesmerizing about the way she immersed herself in her reading, her brow furrowed in concentration, her lips moving silently as she absorbed the words on the page.

One particular night stands out in my memory. We were seated across from each other, the soft glow of the lamplight casting gentle shadows across her features. As I lifted my gaze from the text in front of me, I found myself studying her with a newfound curiosity. Her long lashes brushed against her cheeks with each blink, and her eyes darted back and forth across the pages, devouring every word. My gaze trailed down to the delicate curve of her nose, and then lingered on her lips—soft and full, like petals begging to be kissed.

I shook my head, trying to dispel the sudden wave of distraction that washed over me. I couldn't afford to get lost in thoughts of her—not when there were duties to attend to, and a ship to command. But despite my best efforts to focus on my reading, my mind kept drifting back to her, like a ship caught in an irresistible current.

What are you doing? I chided myself silently, forcing my attention back. I couldn't afford to let myself be distracted—not by her, or by anything else. But as I stole one last glance at her, her beauty illuminated by the soft glow of the lamplight, I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to reach out and touch her, to feel the warmth of her skin beneath my fingertips.

But such thoughts were dangerous, I reminded myself sternly. We were pirates, after all—outlaws on the high seas. And as much as I might have wanted to, I couldn't allow myself to get too close. Not when the stakes were so high, and the dangers so real. So, with a sigh, I forced myself to turn back to my book, pushing aside the tantalizing thoughts that threatened to consume me. But deep down, I knew that no matter how hard I tried to resist, she had already captured a piece of my heart.

That moment of distraction was like a brief flicker of light in the darkness—a glimmer of something I hadn't felt in ages. But I knew better than to let it take root. Emotions were a dangerous thing for a pirate, especially someone in my position. So, I buried those feelings deep down, resolved to concentrate on the current task.

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I threw myself into my duties with a renewed vigor, strategizing and planning with a single-minded intensity. Days turned into weeks, weeks into months, and before I knew it, a year had slipped by like sand through my fingers. We had crossed into the treacherous waters of the Grand Line, where danger lurked around every corner and the ocean itself seemed to rise up against us.

In the depths of the Grand Line, the challenges we faced were unlike anything we'd encountered before. The sea monsters were larger, fiercer, and more relentless than those of the North Blue. Every day was a battle for survival, as we navigated through storms and dodged the attacks of creatures that seemed intent on tearing our ship apart.

But despite the dangers, I found solace in the chaos. In the midst of battle, there was no room for distraction or doubt. Every decision had to be made with precision and clarity, every move calculated to ensure our survival. And as the captain of the Heart Pirates, it was my responsibility to lead my crew through the storm and into calmer waters.

So, I pushed aside any lingering thoughts of her. There would be time for reflection later, when the seas were calm and the danger had passed. But for now, my only concern was keeping my crew safe and steering our ship toward our next destination in the unpredictable waters of the Grand Line.

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It was on one such stop at an island that another incident unfolded. As I stood by the dock, mulling over our next course of action, she came bounding towards me, her fiery determination evident in every step.

I couldn't help but let out a sigh as she stood there, her lips set in a determined pout. This wasn't the first time we'd had this argument, and I had a sinking feeling it wouldn't be the last. She was stubborn, that much was clear, and when she set her mind to something, there was no stopping her.

But as much as her defiance grated on my nerves, I couldn't deny that there was something undeniably endearing about her fiery spirit. Even when she was being a brat, there was a spark in her eyes that I couldn't help but admire.

I pinched the bridge of my nose, trying to quell the rising frustration within me. "Fine, have it your way," I relented, knowing that arguing any further would be futile. "But on one condition."

Her eyes lit up with curiosity as she leaned in, waiting for my terms. "What is it?" she asked eagerly.

"If you're able to land even a small cut on me anywhere on my body, I'll let you join Penguin and the others in their sparring," I replied, a smirk tugging at the corners of my lips.

I told her that she’s supposed to be a support and not someone who fights on the frontline.

Her expression faltered for a moment, a hint of doubt flickering across her features. "That's not fair! You're way stronger than me!" she protested; her frustration evident.

I shrugged nonchalantly, not about to back down. "Then give up, easy as that," I teased, hoping to quell her whining once and for all.

But instead of conceding defeat, she squared her shoulders and met my gaze head-on. "Let me practice first," she declared, her determination shining through.

And in that moment, I knew there was no stopping her. Whether I liked it or not, she was going to find a way to prove herself, even if it meant facing off against me, her captain, in a battle of wills. And as much as I tried to resist, I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride swell within me at the sight of her unwavering determination. She may have been a handful, but she was my crewmate, and I wouldn't have it any other way.

As the crew gathered on the shore, forming a circle around us, I couldn't help but feel a surge of anticipation coursing through my veins. The air was charged with excitement, and I tightened my grip on Kikoku, its weight resting comfortably on my shoulder, while the other hand remained tucked inside my pocket.  Beside me stood <y/n>, a few inches away, her movements fluid as she stretched her arms, cracked her knuckles, and warmed up her legs. The intensity in her eyes was unmistakable; she was dead serious about this.

"You can still back out if you want to," I offered, my voice laced with a hint of warning.

"Why? Are you scared of me?" she shot back, her voice laced with playful defiance.

A chorus of cheers erupted from the crew, egging us on as we prepared to face off. I couldn't help but raise an eyebrow at her cockiness, unsure where her newfound confidence was coming from.

"What's going on?" Shachi whispered to Penguin, his curiosity evident.

"It appears that the two had a deal, something like that," Penguin replied, his arms crossed as he observed the scene. He had assisted her briefly in honing her swordsmanship skills.

As we squared off, I caught Shachi and Penguin exchanging whispered words, their expressions a mix of concern and curiosity. They knew something was up, but they trusted me enough to let things play out.

"Just to let you know, I won't hold back. You wanted this after all," I warned her, my grip tightening around my sword as I began to unsheathe it slowly. Truth be told, I was bluffing. Landing a small bruise on her would be sufficient—I had no desire for her to harbor any ill will towards me. But perhaps teaching her a lesson was necessary.

For a moment, hesitation flickered in her eyes as she tightened her grip on her own sword but then she squared her shoulders and advanced towards me. It was easy for me to anticipate her moves, to parry her attacks effortlessly. Despite her lack of experience, she wielded her sword with conviction, her determination evident with each swing. But there was something different about her—something unexpected.

"I thought you're not going to hold back? Why are you on the defensive?" she taunted, her words ringing in the air.

I couldn't help but smirk at her audacity. With a swift movement, I vanished from her line of sight, only to reappear behind her, ready to strike. But to my surprise, she anticipated my move, twisting her body to block my attack with her sword.

Her movements were fluid and precise, as if she could see right through me. And when I attacked again, she parried effortlessly, her eyes locked on mine with a steely determination. Testing my theory, I attacked from a different angle, only for her to evade once more.

"Since when did you know you could use Observation Haki?" I asked, taken aback by her newfound skill.

"I wasn't sure," she admitted, panting slightly from exertion. "I started seeing things differently."

She was full of surprises, that much was clear. But even as we continued to clash, I couldn't shake the feeling that there was something more to her than met the eye.

"The deal is still on though," I reminded her, my voice firm.

"I won't back down," she replied

She may have been a novice, but she had the heart of a warrior, and I couldn't help but feel a surge of respect for her in that moment.

As our sparring continued, I couldn't help but admire her tenacity and marvel her progress. Despite her initial hesitations, she was adapting quickly, her movements becoming more fluid and precise with each exchange. The cheers of the crew egged us on, fueling the fire that burned between us.

But as the minutes dragged on, I found myself growing weary of the fight. With a final swing of my sword, I sent her weapon flying, causing her to lose her balance. Her eyes squeezed shut in anticipation of the fall, but before she could hit the ground, I acted on instinct, hooking my arm around her to steady her. Our eyes locked in a moment of shared intensity, breaths ragged, chests rising and falling in unison. I could feel the warmth of her hand against my chest, the beads of sweat glistening on our foreheads.

For a brief moment, time seemed to stand still, the world around us fading into the background as we stood locked in that intimate embrace. But the sound of applause from the crew jolted me back to reality, and I quickly helped her to her feet, trying to ignore the strange fluttering in my chest.

Retrieving my sword and sheathing it once more, I took a moment to catch my breath, removing my fur hat to run a hand through my hair. But before I could even gather my thoughts, she was already asking about joining the others in their sparring sessions.

"You didn't land a scar anywhere on me. So, it's still a no," I replied firmly, my tone leaving no room for argument.

Her face fell instantly, her lips forming again to a pout that I couldn't help but find endearing. But I refused to let myself give in to her charms—not now, not ever.

"Rules are rules. You know that" I reminded her, furrowing my brows in a gesture that I hoped conveyed my seriousness.

But she wasn't about to give up so easily. Grabbing my arms, she examined them closely, searching for any sign of injury. She squeezed my hand firmly, her touch sending a jolt of electricity through me. Then, she cupped my face in her hands, her touch gentle yet probing. She moved my head from side to side, inspecting me for any hidden injuries, her eyes scanning my features with unwavering focus. I stiffened under her touch, caught off guard by her sudden gesture. A whirlwind of conflicting emotions swirling within me.

"Stop that," I scolded lightly, trying to mask the way her touch affected me.

With a resigned sigh, I watched as the crew began to make their way back to the submarine. But even as we parted ways, I couldn't shake the feeling that this was only the beginning of something much bigger—something that would change us both in ways we couldn't even begin to imagine.

Chapter 3.5 | Chapter 4.5 (Almost at the end)

[kar1nsworldx]

⤷ Behind the scenes ᡣ𐭩.⋆

pairing: callum airey - calfreezy - x f!reader

Instagram!AU

SUMMARY: y/n posts some pictures behind the scenes as she works as a camera woman for the sidemen as well for her other friends and boyfriend

requested: nope! but requests r open, pls send me some asapppp!!!!

ˋ°•*⁀➷ 𝗠𝗮𝘀𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝘀𝘁 🧸ྀི

ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩ᯓᡣ𐭩

y/n l/n

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y/n l/n: dear sidemen and friends + boyfriend, I beg you all to stop stealing my fucking phone while I am working (FOR YOU FUCKERS TOO). I do not get payed enough to deal with your stupid silly asses nor do I get payed enough to have my phones storage get filled to the fucking brim because of stupid photos. If you continue doing this you will face concequences and you will get exsposed. Now I beg that you all buy me a coffee and let me film in pease. Also Cal stop kissing other people, you're making me the third/fourth/FIFTH wheel in OUR relationship (istfg I'll just marry Faith atp, you can stay w Harry and Lux xx).

Much love,

Y/n xxx.

tagged: @sidemen @ksi @zerkaa @miniminter @behzingagram @wroetoshaw @vikkstagram @tobjizzle @calfreezy @callux @willne @theburntchip @arthurtv @georgeclarkeey @dannyaarons

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COMMENTS;

chrismd10: outrages. love it.

y/n l/n: chris I suggest you stop typing more silly comments unless you want a post just about you and the dumb photos that you're in that I have in my phone.

calfreezy: exsposed

faithlousiak: i'll marry you in a hearbeat babe come here 😍💍

y/n l/n: running to city hall as we speak

behzingagram: @calfreezy go get your girl

calfreezy: @behzingagram brotha go get your finacè I literally just heard y/n pick up her call

georgeclarkeey: @y/n l/n who gave your premission to post about me and my boyfirend?????!???

y/n l/n: you did the moment you took the photo on my phone clarke

arthurtv: george were not boyfriends!

theburntchip: nah this should be illegal

willne: I DIDNT EVEN TAKE THE FIRST PHOTO??? IT WAS CHRIS

y/n l/n: idc xxx

chrismd10: will don't exspose me you twat

callux: the second and 7th pictures are the best

wroetoshaw: i will be taking this matter to court as I did not give your premission to post me

y/n l/n: sure you will bog xxx

user505: im literally inlove with you wtf

userly: love to see hers and faiths interactions on their posts 😻

user007: mother is feeding us, thank you mother - we all say inusion

y/n l/n: ur welcome child 🤲 x

calfreezy: am I a dad now

us3r: iconic 🙏🙏🙏

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y/n l/n

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y/n l/n: if I won't be behind the camera I might aswell be infront of it xx 💋

photo credits; @calfreezy - I trained him well

tagged: @calfreezy

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COMMENTS;

faithlousiak: WIFE WIFE WIFE!!!!

y/n l/n: 💋💋💍💍

bambinobecky: spit on me step on me choke me

y/n l/n: gladly xxxx

calfreezy: oi fuck off

usermybeloved: MOTHER IS MOTHERING GOOD LORD

gkbarry_: looking good girly!!!

y/n l/n: SAYS YOU!!!! <3

calfreezy: you got yourself a really good photographer

y/n l/n: ik I trained him well

calfreezy: woof woof

y/n l/n: I LITERALLY SNORTED COFFEE OUT OF MY NOSE I DID NOT EXPECT THIS AHBDCJNF

useredup: CAL WHAT

user777: DYING

taliamar: you look like a rockstar 😍💍

y/n l/n: says the literal popstar ❣️❣️❣️❣️

vikkstagram: are those @circulrco glasses I see 👀?

y/n l/n: of course they are 😎😎😎

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y/n l/n

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y/n l/n: I visited the lovely Payne's today and must I say I'm in love with Olive!!! Anyways brb crying because of the little miss 🥹

tagged: @faithlousiak @behzingagram

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COMMENTS;

calfreezy: it's true I came back home from shooting a vid and saw her sobbing over videos she took of olive

y/n l/n: CAL DONT EXSPOSE ME LIKE THAT!!! AND SHE HAS SUCH CUTE LITTLE HANDS OKAY???????

behzingagram: im cackleing over this info thanks cal x

calfreezy: of course mate, anytime

y/n l/n: fuck you both

faithlousiak: best godmother evah xxx

y/n l/n: IM A WHAT NOW?!?!?!??!?!?????

faithlousiak: @behzingagram ethan did we forget to tell her shes olives godmother???

behzingagram: yup @faithlousiak

faithlousiak: fuck

y/n l/n: IM HER GODMOTHER???? OH MY GOD IM HER GODMOTHER

calfreezy: congrats guys shes sobbing again @faithlousiak @behzingagram

userly: BAHHAHAAHAHHAHAHAHHAHA

useroo: OHMYGOD THIS IS SO FUNNY YET CUTE BAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHA

useredup: HOW DID YALL FORGET TO TELL HER BAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA

tobjizzle: 😭

taliamar: ahhh look at her!! 🩷🩷

tobjizzle: 🫂

user111: ahhhhh theyre all so cute together!!!

user007: OLIVE!!!! OLIVE CONTENT!!!! THANK YOU Y/N!!!!

gkbarry_: adorable 🫶

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calfreezy

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calfreezy: uh genuine fucking question for @behzingagram & @faithlousiak, how the fuck do you forget to tell someone that they're your childs godmother??? like mate shes been sobbing for the past 30 minutes ffs

tagged: @behzingagram @faithlousiak @y/n l/n

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COMMENTS;

theburntchip: mate how the fuck does this even happen

calfreezy: brother do not ask me

faithlousiak: AAAAAAA were sorry y/n!!! 😭🫂

calfreezy: whilst shes still in bloody tears she says that its okay

behzingagram: oops

chrismd10: why am I not suprised

miniminter: guys this shows that y/n is actually the most emotional person in our friend group we werent lying

stephen_tries: #exsposed2024

callux: 😭

ksi: jesus christ

userly: OHMYGOD WHAT EHJDJCJC 😭😭

wroetoshaw: bloody hell

user444: HOW DID THEY FORGET BAHHAHA???

useroo: I CANT THIS IS TO FUNNY

taliamar: oh my god why am I not suprised @faithlousiak

faithlousiak: I DIDNT MEAN TO OKAY? SHE WAS JUST SO GOOD WITH OLIVE AND WE JUST FORGOT 😭😭

user007: I CACKLED SO LOUDLY WTF

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y/n l/n

liked by sidemen, zerkaa and 134,584 others

y/n l/n: SOMEBODY SEDATE ME AND SAVE ME FROM THE FUCKERS 👹👺 anyways new sidemen video coming out this sunday, make sure to check it out you twats xxx

tagged: @calfreezy @wroetoshaw @arthurtv @theburntchip

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COMMENTS;

y/n l/n: also forgot to mention, my apologies for the first pic idk how cal clooned but he did so theres two of him

calfreezy: oh fuck off

y/n l/n: love you too darling! 😇😚

calfreezy:🖕

y/n l/n: ❤

sidemen: were sure it wasn't that bad 👀

y/n l/n: mate you lot werent the ones who had to save these fuckers from the animals

user505: i can already tell this video is gonna be a banger

userely: love how y/n is always the worker whos stuck with the most chaotic crew

arthurtv: we weren't that bad!

y/n l/n: arthur darling we both know that isn't true whatsoever

wroetoshaw: oh piss off ya dramatic prick

y/n l/n: MOTHER FUCKER I WAS CHASED BY A GODDAMN WILD DOG BECAUSE OF YOU LOT AND I HAD TO SAVE YOUR ASSES AS WELL, DO NOT TELL ME THAT I'M A DRAMATIC PRICK

user777: OMGGG PLEASE TELL ME THAT WELL BE ABLE TO SEE THAT IN THE VIDEO

y/n l/n: sadly you will be able to see and hear me screaming and running for my life. from multiple pov's as well

user777: OH LORD BAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAA

theburntchip: you cant deny the fact that you've had fun

y/n l/n: I did. When I was drunk.

calfreezy: love you too

y/n l/n: 😐🖕❤

sabinablair_: you poor woman 😭💓

y/n l/n: WIFEY COME SAVE ME YOUR FIANCE AND THE OTHERS HAVE LOST IT PLEASE

sabinablair_: LOL 😭🫂

useroo: love to see bts pictures

useredup: HAHAHHAHAHAHAHA

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theburntchip

⤷ y/n l/n liked theburntchip's story! ♡

⤷ y/n l/n: fuck off

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y/n l/n

liked by freyanightingale, tobjizzle and 78,776 others

y/n l/n: alexa play uptown girl by billy joel xxx new youtube video coming out tomorrow! ✮⋆˙

tagged: @calfreezy

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freyanightingale: stunning stunning girl x

y/n l/n: FREYA MY LOVE ILY ❣️❣️❣️

taliamar: 😍

faithlousiak: 😘😋

vikkstagram: love the glasses @y/n l/n

y/n l/n: thank you vikk 👀😎

gkberry_: icon

calfreezy: can i take you to pound town?

y/n l/n: fuck yes. 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

useroo: BHAHAHAHHAHAHAHAH WTF

theburntchip: mate that is wild

bambinobecky: 🛏👈

y/n l/n: sprinting over to you asap

calfreezy: oi this is outrages

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y/n l/n

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y/n l/n: after 3 fucking years WE FINALLY DID IT 🏆🏆🏆we got onto that fucking podium and we snached that 2nd place you lot. a big thank you to everyone who was supporting Señor Frogs 🐸🫶 anyhow, never doing this again, because once more, this was was also traumatizing.

make sure to check out the video on chip's and everyone elses channels xxx

also fuck you ethan, coudn't you have been dying another fucking day instead of the days before our race??? much love tho xxx

tagged: @calfreezy @theburntchip @wroetoshaw @behzingagram @chrismd10 @mattplumb @willne @callux

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calfreezy: we fucking smashed it

y/n l/n: you can say that again

theburntchip: a night to remember

mattplumb: 🏆🏆🏆

sidemen: señor frogs for the win 🐸🏆

userly: SCREAAAMING IM SO HAPPY JDNDIFJKFCJCJDJOWOWOEIFJC

willne: what a fucking race that was

callux: think i finally did something useful for the team

y/n l/n: that'd be a first

user888: 🐸🐸🐸

behzingagram: oh fuck off 🏆

y/n l/n: love you too behz 😚

chrismd10: we were elite

user007: HELL YEAAAAHAA IM SO HAPPY AAAAAAAAAAAAA

user111: so proud of you guys 🥹🩷

useredup: about time 🏆

user505: SEÑOR FROGS FOR THE WINNNNNN

tobjizzle: good job you lot 👏🙌

zerkaa: love to see it

xeuserxe: LOVED THE VIDEO BAHAHAHAHHAHAHAA 🐸🏆🏆

arthurtv: good job frogs!

georgeclarkeey: 🏆

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[jackwhiteprophetic]

Hi! How are you? Okay, so, maybe this is a little weird and dumb but I'm kinda new to 911 and Buddie and I wanted to ask if you could please explain to me what the connection between the bees and buddie is? It's okay if you don't want to or you don't know but if you do thank you in advance.

Hi!!! I'm good thanks, how are you???? Thank you so much for asking this and never apologise for not knowing things or asking questions!!! You are not weird or dumb for this, and fandoms should be a safe space for people to ask questions and you are so so welcome here!!! I'm relatively new to the fandom as well and it can be confusing to figure out, so genuinely if you ever have any questions at all or just want to rant, I am ALWAYS here!!

Okay I rambled a bit there, but the answer to the question!!

So I'm not sure if you're asking where the bees come from, but there have been some S8 promo posts on 911abc with bees and everyone is confused!! Typically around this time, season promotional stuff is linked to the opening emergency, so we are generally assuming an opening emergency for S8 may involve bees.

Now in terms of how this could link to buddie specifically, I personally am not fully sold on any of the theories? I've posted a few more jokey ones, like for example linking bees to Christopher's tsunami outfit, which is most likely a coincidence.

I think the bees might be a minor call, and that they're saving a bigger emergency for later on. I think the bees might be used as a metaphor for teamwork, and Gerrard might make a comment about how the 118 are acting like aimless bees panicking without their queen (bobby) or something of the sort. Personally I doubt they'll be directly related to buddie, but I'm open to any theories!!! And I do think that we will see Buck trying to get through to a very emotionally closed-off Eddie in the first episode.

Thank you so much for the ask, have a great day!!! Genuinely NEVER feel guilty for not knowing things, asking questions is such a lovely thing to do and talking to people is so fun and you are NOT burdening me by asking this!!! This was very very fun for me!!! Anyway I will be going to sleep now!! Good night xxxx

[splendidreads]

Open Your Heart, Part 1

Mob!Bucky Barnes x Female OC

Word Count: 3,299

This first chapter is so long omg.

This first chapter has no warnings. Future chapters will include the following; Cursing, mentions of abuse, violence, weapons, smut, angst, fluff.. I will add more as needed!

Kind of a summary? Idk. I’m still thinking.

‘Arranged marriages are never easy. This one is no exception. Both sides will have to relearn their ways, and learn to trust each other. Bucky has all the love to give, but Katherine doesn’t know how to accept real love. She’s never been loved by anyone other than her best friend. Will she learn to open her heart, to New Yorks most notorious Mob Boss? Or is she too scared, that he’s just like everyone else?’

A/N; This is my FIRST Bucky story. As well as my first AU story. If this first part does well, I’ll keep on going. I’m incredibly beyond nervous about this. Constructive criticism welcome, but please be nice. Please re-post and comment :)

I do NOT give permission for my work to be copied and posted on here or any other site, even if you give me credit. PLEASE just reblog if you want to share my story!!

Will happily start a tag list if anyone is interested!

✨Part 2 here✨

“Yeah, it’s getting pretty chilly out.”

Katherine tossed her keys onto her dresser as she held the phone between her ear and shoulder, flipping through the stack of mail in her hands.

“Perfect night for a book and hot chocolate.”

Katherine chuckled softly, “Sage, do you ever really need an excuse to do that?”

She could hear laughter on the other side of the phone, “Not really. But it’s the aesthetic!”

She rolled her eyes at her friend, humming softly as she sorted a few bills, until her eyes landed on an envelope that stood out. It was a deep, blood red color with a silver wax seal on it. Her name was written on it, so she didn’t hesitate to open it.

“Anything interesting?”

She hummed in response, “Possibly..”

Her fingers gently tugged the paper out from the envelope, her curiosity spiking. She unfolded the paper, and her eyes soon began to go over the words.

“Oh my god,” she gasped softly, a bit breathless, “Its him.. It’s a letter from HIM!”

As soon as she got the words out, her phone began chiming in her ear, signaling that Sage was converting the call to a video call. Katherine answered it, and propped the phone up on her dresser.

“Well, what did he say?” Sage looked at her curiously, “Its about the wedding, right?”

Katherine looked at the letter, and let out a soft breath.

“It says..”

“My Dearest Katherine,

I know that we’ve both been waiting for this moment, at least.. I know that I have. I wanted to give you the space you deserve, and to not rush you. If you’re ready for me, I’m here, and I’d like for you to come stay with me. I’ll take care of anything you need, or want, to make this transition easier and more comfortable. Just let me know when you’re ready.

Sincerely yours,

James Buchanan Barnes

My number: xxx-xxx-xxxx”

Both girls were silent for a moment. Katherine’s thoughts were overwhelmed by excitement, the moment she’d been waiting for was finally here.. While Sages thoughts were quite the opposite.

“The mob boss Bucky Barnes?!” Sage exclaimed, finally processing the words from the letter. “YOU'RE MARRYING A MOB BOSS?”

“Seems so..” Katherine grabbed the phone, and immediately put the number in, sending him a text.

“I don’t know Katie, this is.. Are you sure? You’ve heard all of the stories..”

Katherine rolled her eyes, “I can’t break the deal. It’s not mine to negotiate anyways..” she let out a soft sigh, “I know. I remember them, we’ve all heard the stories..”

Sage let out a long breath, worry written all over her face, “Well.. When do you think you want to go? I’m sure he’d understand if you wanted more time.”

Katherine bit the inside of her cheek, having already received a few text messages from him, “In a few hours.”

Sages face fell, “What?”

“He’s sending a driver over at 3,” She began moving around her room, and began the process of packing, “It’s not like I have much to pack anyways.”

“You already texted him? Katherine-“

Katherine shook her head, cutting her off, “You know how long I’ve been waiting for this. Yes, it’s.. Interesting.. Who he turned out to be.. But this is still my only chance to get out… A chance to be happy.”

As much as Sage wanted to argue, disagree, and try to talk her out of it.. She knew that she was right.

“If he can make you happy..” Sage let out a soft sigh, before a smile spread on her lips, “Make sure to tell me everything! I want to know what he’s like, what his house is like! I’ve heard it’s a huge mansion..”

As Sage began to go on and on about all the different rumors they’ve all heard about him, Katherine’s mind was occupied with other thoughts.

I hope I don’t disappoint him.

If I just keep my head down, and listen, I’m sure it’ll be fine.

I wonder if he’ll like me..

Will we be happy together?

“I bet the arm thing isn’t real. You know how mobs like to spread stories to scare people.”

Sage's last words made Katherine chuckle, “I suppose I’ll be finding out which rumors are true or not, hmm?”

“Yeah, you’ll have to let me know if his eyes are really that blue.” Sage let out a soft dreamy sigh, “I wonder what he really looks like. It seems to depend on who you ask.”

Katherine hummed softly, imagining the man as she packed, “Yeah, if they’re on his good side, or his bad side.”

Both girls chuckled a bit, continuing to talk about all the different possibilities that might happen. Katherine continued packing as they spoke, finding that she really didn’t have much to pack. She didn’t have many clothes, most of it being her work uniforms. A couple pairs of jeans, a few t-shirts (All of which had something to do with music), a single long sleeved shirt, and her oversized nightshirts. She only had three pairs of shoes; A pair of purple converse sneakers (which were on her feet), her black combat boots, and her work shoes. Thankfully, she still had her black dress and heels from when Sage forced her to get them. She could still hear Sages words from that day, ‘This dress would look killer on you, your curves will pop, and drive any man crazy!’ She had only tried the dress on once, never having an occasion to wear it. So, including the heels, she actually had four pairs of shoes.

Great.

A loud knock on the front door made both girls fall silent, but Sage was quick to realize.

“It’s three..”

Katherine sucked in a breath, nodding her head, “Okay… Okay. I’ll talk to you later, I promise!”

Sage sighed, nodding her head, “You’d better.. I’ll send a search party! Don’t forget your art bag!”

The call ended after the both girls said ‘I love you’, and Katherine made a beeline to the front door, bags in hand. She opened it to find a man, a bit older than her, with a nice suit on.

He offered a small smile, “Miss Connors?”

She nodded her head, “Yes sir.” Returning the smile, before realizing..

Dad.

She let out a soft sigh, “I have to do something really quick, then I’m ready.”

The man nodded his head, and reached for her bags, “I’ll take these, and meet you at the car.”

She turned on her heel, walking through the house. Her father was passed out in his recliner in the living room, a beer threatening to fall from his hand and onto the floor. Shaking her head at the sight, she decided to just leave him a note, instead of waking him.

‘Mr. Barnes finally reached out.

I accepted.

That’s where I’ll be when you wake up.’

She placed the note in front of the television, before walking back through the house. Grabbing her leather jacket, and her ‘art’ bag as Sage called it, she went out the front door. The man at the car gave her another smile, opening the back door for her. As she stepped in, she took one last look at the house, before nodding to herself and letting the man close the door.

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The car ride was silent for the most part, the man asking her a few times if she was alright or if she needed anything. New York City seemed to disappear behind them as they went, the drive lasting about 20 minutes. Katherine’s eyes widened as the car rolled to a stop.. He really did have a mansion.

“Alright Miss. Connors.” The man got out of the car, as her eyes observed the large home. It was old, Victorian era old. Equal parts elegant, beautiful, and creepy. The driver, whom she had learned to be Joe, opened her door for her, offering a warm smile. She got out, and was greeted by a crisp breeze. She was glad to have her leather jacket on.

“Thanks for the ride.” She said to him, a small grin on her lips as she grabbed her bags.

“Anytime, ma’am. Mr. Barnes is my favorite client.”

She gave him a small nod before turning to walk towards the house. As she walked up the front steps,, the nerves finally began to break through. She took in a deep breath as she raised her fisted hand to knock, but the door opened in front of her, startling her.

“You must be Katherine!” An older woman, probably in her late 50s or so, gave her a wide grin.

“Yes ma’am, that’s me.” She returned the grin, trying to conceal her nerves.

“Come in, come in…” The woman motioned her inside, and as she stepped in, she closed the door. “I’m Annette, one of Mr. Barnes housekeepers.”

Katherine’s eyes wandered around the entryway, “It’s nice to meet you.”

Annette stood there, silent for a moment. As if she were allowing Katherine to study the home. “Mr. Barnes is currently in a meeting, so I’ll show you to your room!”

Katherine gave her a small smile, nodding her head to the woman. She followed along behind her, looking around as they went. It was pretty modern inside, compared to the old style of the outside. The first room was huge; a long fireplace along the far wall. It seemed to have been set up to hold guests, maybe for meetings or get-togethers. There were staircases on either side of the room, and they started the descent up the left side. Once at the top, she realized that both sides met on the same floor. There didn’t seem to be much personal touch in the home; No family photos in sight.

“Here we are, the last door on the left. The room on the right is an office area that he never uses, the other door on the left is another entrance into your bathroom. I usually keep it locked.”

Katherine blinked a few times, before hesitantly opening the door to the bedroom.. her eyes widened once again, seeing how large it was. It was almost like a suite at a hotel; having a lounge area with a couch, recliner and television. A wall separated that space from an area with a ginormous bed. It must’ve been a California king, she’d never seen a bed so large. As she walked around, Annette came in as well, opening the curtains.

“This door here is your closet,” she said as she turned the knob, revealing a walk in closet. “And over here is your bathroom.”

Katherine was shocked, her eyes trying to take in the massive space, “A-And this room… Is mine?”

Annette let out a soft chuckle, “Yes dear.”

Confusion then came across Katherine’s face, realizing that she and her future husband had separate rooms. Annette must’ve noticed this, because she offered a kind smile.

“Mr. Barnes is a good man, Katherine. He wanted you to have your own space, he didn’t want to pressure you into anything until you were ready.”

Katherine nodded slowly, setting her bags down on the foot of the bed- Her bed. She gave Annette a big grin, when the initial shock had finally subsided. She let out a giggle, doing a twirl as she took one long look at the room. Annette chuckled softly, watching the woman.

“It was overwhelming to me too, back in the day. I’d never seen such spacious rooms.” She shrugged her shoulders.

Katherine let out a long sigh, a smile tugging at her lips, “This is.. It is a lot. This room is half the size of my house!”

Both women chuckled for a moment, until there was a knock at the door. Katherine’s eyes moved to look at who it was, somehow knowing that it wasn’t him. A tall man leaned in the doorway, golden blonde hair that went just past his ears, and a neat beard on his face.

“Mr. Rogers.” Annette nodded her head toward him, giving him a small smile.

“Annette,” he returned the smile, then his eyes landed on Katherine, “So you’re the one who’s marrying my best friend.”

Katherine’s nerves slowly creeped their way back into her mind, nodding her head silently. She wasn’t sure what to say, her eyes flickering between the man and Annette.

He walked towards her, extending a hand, “I’m Steve.” He gave her a warm grin, and it helped settle her silly nerves.

“It’s nice to meet you,” she said, taking his hand and shaking it.

“I hope you’re finding everything to your liking. Buck sent me to extend his apologies, his meetings running later than expected.” Steve let out a soft sigh as their hands fell, “He wanted to greet you when you arrived.”

Katherine nodded her head, running a hand through her long brown hair, “It’s alright, I understand.” She shrugged, though secretly she was quite anxious and excited to finally set her eyes on him.

Steve’s eyes wandered around the room, before settling on her bags, “Are there more bags downstairs? I can go get them if you’d like.”

Katherine was slightly embarrassed, “Oh, uhm.. No.. That’s all I’ve got.”

Silent words seemed to be exchanged, Steve understanding the expression on her face. Katherine didn’t want to have to explain to anyone that she was dirt poor and didn’t have many possessions. Steve didn’t seem to want to press the issue.

“Well, I’ve got to get back to work. I’ll see you around dear! Steve will take good care of you.” Annette gave them both a smile, before leaving the room.

Katherine let out a breath, before making a clicking sound with her tongue, “Welp,” she moved to start unpacking her bags, “I s’pose I’ll start unpacking while I wait.” She shrugged her shoulders, before letting out a soft chuckle. Her phone was going off in her pocket, and she knew who it was. She pulled the device out, to see text messages from Sage.

‘Everything good?’

‘Are you there yet??’

‘KATIE’

‘…Has he swooped you off your feet yet?’

‘DETAILS WOMAN!’

Katherine laughed, reading the messages. Steve quirked an eyebrow curiously, wondering what was going on. She looked over to him as she texted Sage back.

‘I haven’t met him yet! Just settling into my room. I’ll video call you before bed!’

“Oh, it’s just my best friend chomping at the bit. Sage is a very protective friend, and if I don’t answer, I’m sure she’d manage to find out where I am.”

Steve let out a soft chuckle, nodding his head, “Oh, I understand that.”

Katherine hummed softly, “I’m sure she’d like to see where I’m living now.. Do you think he’d be alright if she came over some time?” She looked at Steve, wondering what he thought. But Steve’s eyes were now on his own phone.

“You can ask him yourself,” he said, sliding the device back into his pocket, “He’s out of his meeting, and would like for me to escort you to his office.”

Katherine nodded her head slowly, “Uhm, then lead the way.”

Steve gave her a smile, before doing just that. He led her down the hallway, and back down the staircase. Her fingers began fumbling with the hem of her shirt, ‘The Andrews Sisters’ logo quite faded on the front of the old clothing. As she followed him through the house, her anxiety came creeping back into her mind. Thoughts of her mysterious suitor flooded her brain, wondering what their first interaction might be like. She was lost in her thoughts as Steve led her into a room, her eyes wandering around as she observed the new area. There were bookcases covering the walls, hundreds of books filling them. She smiled, looking at all the old covers. She could’ve sworn she had spotted an old copy of ‘Great Tales and Poems of Edgar Allen Poe’.

“Katherine?”

Her eyes snapped to where she had heard her name, and the nerves turned into butterflies in the pit of her stomach. Standing before her, leaning against a large wooden desk, was a man. Probably the most attractive man she’d ever laid eyes on. He had dark hair, a quiff of dark locks settled at the top. His eyes were an icy Blue, staring into her hazel brown orbs. He had quite the jawline, a short beard covering it. His arms were crossed against his chest, one of which seemed to reflect the light from the ceiling..

“H-Hi.” Was all she managed to squeak out, her eyes transfixed on him.

“It’s nice to finally meet you,” he took a few long strides across the room, extending his flesh hand to her, “Bucky.” He flashed a toothy smile, and she felt her heart flutter.

It was him.

She took his hand, hoping he didn’t notice that hers was shaking. He gently clasped both of his hands around her much smaller one, the metal of his fingers sending a chill up her arm.

“You have a really lovely home.” She mentally scolded herself, knowing those weren’t her first choice of words.

He let out a hearty chuckle, holding onto her hand gently, “Thank you. It’s yours now, too, you know.”

She nodded her head, realizing how much closer he was to her now. She could see his dark eyelashes flutter as he watched her. She slowly retracted her hand, suddenly feeling quite self conscious. She wrapped her arms around her middle, wanting to hide herself from his piercing eyes. He seemed to notice her hesitance, taking a step back from her. They were both silent for a moment, Steve watching the awkward interaction. Her eyes began to wander again, fixating on all the books in the room.

“Do you like to read?” He asked, giving her a small smile.

Katherine’s eyes glanced towards him, getting captured by his icy orbs once more, “I do.” She returned the sweet smile.

“You’re more than welcome to any of them. I have more in the basement library.” He hummed softly, “Please feel free to explore. What’s mine, is now yours.”

She gave him a slow nod, the smile still spread across her lips, as she began to walk around the room. She walked up to one of the large bookcases, her fingers lifting to gently brush across the spines of a few books. She hummed softly, her eyes scanning over the different books. Bucky silently followed her, watching as she admired them. He glanced at Steve, who gave him a reassuring smile.

“I’m happy to collect more, if you think of any we should add to the collection.” He said to her, trying to ease her nerves. He didn’t want her to feel uncomfortable, regardless of the odd situation.

“Duly noted.” She turned towards him, a slight blush crawling onto her cheeks as she realized.. While she was studying the books, he was studying her.

“Uh, are you hungry?” He gave her a side grin, “Steve and I usually go to this pizza place out on 6th, every Thursday.”

Katherine let out a soft laugh, “Pizza sounds great.”

Bucky clapped his hands together, “Then it’s settled. Steve, can you pull the car around?”

Steve nodded his head, “Yep.”

Katherine smiled to Bucky, “What are your favorite toppings? I’m a meat lover myself.”

Bucky’s lips spread wide on his face, “Me too. With the garlic sauce on the crust.”

Katherine’s nerves were slowly fading, “Extra cheese?”

Bucky chuckled, motioning for them to leave the room, “Doll, I have a feeling this’ll be much easier than either of us realized.”

“As long as you don’t put anchovies on anything, I think we’ll be set.”

They both began to laugh, all the nerves and awkwardness fading behind them.

[roblogging]

this is a thank u for including scared of dogs remus in ur fic I FEEL SO SEEN RN ‼️‼️ (i despise having this fear but now i can just put it down to being a remus kin)

PFFT you're so welcome - i'm also scared of dogs 🙂↕️🙂↕️

not,,, for the same reasons as remus. i just think they're loud and jumpy,,,

remus? he doesn't actually remember anything init? obliviated and all that xxx but oh how his body remembers being stuck in a flat during the war with a canine version of someone he should be able to talk to xxxx oh he remembers padfoot sleeping on the couch and slinking around the house when they just needed to talk

i'm scared of dogs bc jumpy, remus scared of dogs because he can't communicate with them 😖😖

sorry i'm such a yapper but like !!! his memories are altered !! and we've seen the happy farm and his lil family and he's got a Good Life, but he still went through all that and i NEED his body to still have trauma (bc why make him happy xxx) so there's lil things like a fear of dogs that seem so silly right now but make sense later

[heliswife]

HOW SWEET! - track 0. NEW JEANS.

a/n -> hello guys! I tried working on a longer fanfiction before but. you know how it turned out. 😓 this one is gonna be different! think of y/ns group to be like new jeans but like, the Japanese version Also uh I took creativity in naming the idols y/n is in the group with!

Summer of XXXX. You became friends with a boy. You don't remember his name, but he was a ginger and he was your best friend for years. And then you had to move away. You remember being on the verge of tears, wondering when you'd see him again.

A decade later, you're now on the verge of tears again, but for a completely different reason. "Oh god man, I'm gonna flop this debut and it's gonna be so embarrassing and we're going to fail and-"

One of your fellow idols, Sayaka put a finger to your lips and shushed you, "Y/N, politely, shut the hell up. We're going to be fine. I'm nervous too, but just believe in yourself."

"Girl you sound like one of those kid shows, telling y/n to 'believe in herself'? Y/N, you'll be fine. I'm sure Sayaka is gonna do a worse job than you," Rei butt in, though she seemed to care more about making Sayaka mad than about your comfort.

"Rei, don't try starting fights with Sayaka please." Mika, the leader of the group, sighed. She looked at you and her eyes softened.

You laughed a little, "You guys are- You know what. I will be fine. Where are we touring again? I remember some places we're going to, but not others."

Mika listed off the places you all would be going to. Some familiar, some not, but one of them stood out. Shibuya. You used to live there before you moved. "You alright?"

"Ah, I'm fine! It's just that I used to live in Shibuya and I was just taking a trip down memory lane. That's our first location?"

"Yeah, our first one and then after our last, we get a rest for a week before we go to America," Rei added. You groaned at the thought of only staying for a week before you to to the other side of the world.

"Not to scare you guys but, we're performing in an hour," Sayaka warned, looking at her phone.

An hour passed quicker than you could say "pancake" and before you knew it, you were upstage, a sea of crowd watching you.

"Welcome to SWEET TOOTH's first concert, everyone! We hope you enjoy!" You put on your cute persona that you showed on social media, and it surprisingly worked; you could tell from the screams.

The instrumental from your first song came up and you tried your hardest not to mess up. You did the same with all the others you performed and the concert soon ended. As everyone was leaving from the crowd, you saw someone's orange hair. The same hair from ten years ago...

[gyumibear]

✂️ three's a crowd — 00: my clematis

synopsis — being an ex-obsessive fan is hard, but you've been doing well so far. that is until your rival is revealed to be dating choi soobin, the idol you've been dreaming of for years! so, now your road to recovery is detoured because you're not going to let that slide. you're going to break them apart at all costs. doesn't she know three's a crowd?

taglist — open! send an ask or comment on the main masterlist to be added! @imsiriuslyreal

warnings — violation of hippa laws 😭, mentions of mental illness (codependency, obsession, parasocial relationships), allusions to suicidal thoughts and mentions of violence.

(wc — 1.5k)

It is our intention to include a transcript of the therapeutic sessions run by Dr. [REDACTED] with his client [REDACTED]. These transcripts are protected by doctor-client confidentiality laws (HIPPA) and should only be accessed by the verified person(s). Please call [xxx-xxx-xxxx] if you are in fear of those laws being violated. 

August 24, 2019 / #Session 1

Note: C refers to client [REDACTED] while T refers to Dr. [REDACTED].

T: Hello, [REDACTED], it’s nice to see you today. 

C: I’m only here because [REDACTED] wants me to be.

T: And might I ask who that is? Is he your father?

C: He’s my cousin, in a way. He’s more like a brother though.

T: Is he your legal guardian?

C: Yes, but only for a few more days. I’m about to turn 18 soon.

T: I’ll note that down. Well, thanks for coming, and I’m happy to help you. First, I want to go over a few things with you. I just want you to know that everything we talk about here is confidential. 

C: Obviously. You’d get sued if you didn’t keep things between us.

T: *Dry laugh* You’re correct. Let’s start talking, what happened today that brought you here?

C: Hm.

T: Feel free to start whenever you’re comfortable, [REDACTED].

C: I pushed a girl down a flight of stairs.

T: Did she do something to anger you? Why did you push her?

C: She said that [REDACTED] is the weakest member of [REDACTED].

T: Can you enlighten me as to who that is? Is he a celebrity?

C: Yes, my favorite! He’s the leader of [REDACTED] which is a K-Pop group.

T: Ah, right. Why did her comment about him upset you so much?

C: Because he’s the love of my life? She was spewing absolute bullshit and she doesn’t even know him. Not like I do. I know how hard [REDACTED] works, how much he does for the group and the other members. She deserved to get put in her place.

T: Hold on, [REDACTED]. You said he’s the love of your life? Can you explain that?

C: He is. We’re gonna get married one day. I know it.

T: Let’s dig deeper into this, okay? Tell me more about [REDACTED].

September 28, 2019 / Session 3

C: So, I doxxed her, and I got her expelled.

T: All because she said she preferred [REDACTED] to [REDACTED]?

C: Yeah! I like [REDACTED] and all, but the best member will forever be my [REDACTED]. He’s not the leader for no reason, Dr. [REDACTED].

T: I understand how you feel, but [REDACTED], she is allowed to have her own opinion. You can understand that, correct?

C: She can. That doesn’t mean she won’t face the consequences for them.

T: Hm.

January 4, 2020 / Session #10

T: Welcome back, [REDACTED]. How was your Christmas?

C: It was pretty good, [REDACTED] bought me two [REDACTED] albums. I pulled [REDACTED] of course. It’s because he loves me. He made sure I got his PCs.

T: Hm. Have you been taking your medication regularly?

C: …

T: [REDACTED]?

C: No. I just… forgot. [REDACTED] got really mad at me over the break and I felt like he was gonna leave me and I- I just couldn’t focus on anything else.

T: Why did he get upset with you?

C: I spent the rent money on some [REDACTED] merch cause his birthday was coming up. December 5.  He had to call [REDACTED] and ask him to pay this month. They both were really pissed at me, [REDACTED] was the angriest though. I felt bad, like genuinely bad about it.

T: When you say bad, do you really mean sad?

C: Yeah… I just, I don’t ever want him to be mad at me. He’s all I have… But, it’s like… When it comes to [REDACTED] I just can’t control myself. It’s like I’d [REDACTED] if he asked me to.

T: Do you want to [REDACTED]?

C: Sometimes.

March 4, 2020 / Session #14

C: Lately, I’ve just been feeling… Empty? Today’s supposed to be a happy one, cause it’s their one-year anniversary, but I just… Don’t feel anything?

T: Why do you think that is? Did something happen?

C: My classmate recently started biasing him and she actually met him. She ran into him at the convenience store or something and he… talked to her.

T: Continue.

C: At first I thought she was lying, just to piss me off, but… She pulled out her phone and she showed a whole group of us. He took a picture with her and she said he even called her pretty…

T: How did that make you feel when you heard that?

C: Pretty upset. I didn’t do anything to her though, I just walked away.

T: That’s good, [REDACTED]. I’m glad nobody got hurt.

C: Doesn’t mean I didn’t want to hurt her.

T: I understand, but we’re working on that, now aren’t we?

C: Yes. Yes, we are.

August 5, 2020 / Session #25

T: Woah, [REDACTED] you seem very upset today.

C: I’m not in the mood Doc.

T: Would you mind telling me why?

C: [REDACTED] has dating rumors. With this random bitch [REDACTED]. Literally, just because they’re working together as emcees does not mean they’re dating! He wouldn’t do that. He knows that would crush me.

T: [REDACTED], you remember [REDACTED] doesn’t know you, right?

C: That’s not true! He responded to my message on [REDACTED]. Twice. He knows me.

T: Oh dear. [REDACTED], I’m sorry. That was out of line on my part.

C: It’s fine, just don’t say that again. I’m already in a bad mood.

April 16, 2022 / Session #x 

Note: C stopped seeing T for a few years due to her time in [REDACTED] after an incident in which she [REDACTED] after an altercation with her classmate. A few of her files were lost, these were the earliest we could find.

C: I’m going to [REDACTED] for University. It took a lot of hard work, but I’m gonna study fashion! [REDACTED] is paying my tuition, but I’m gonna work so I can pay him back.

T: That’s a good idea, [REDACTED]. I’m proud of you.

C: It is a little scary though…

T: What’s scary?

C: Being away from [REDACTED] and [REDACTED]. Cause I have to move into a dorm, I’m not going to see them every day like usual… I’m a bit nervous. I think it’s my separation anxiety.

T: That could be it. Let’s talk more about this. 

May 31, 2022 / Session #x

T: This is the last time I’m going to be seeing you regularly, [REDACTED]! 

C: Yeah, it feels like it was just yesterday when I met you for the first time.

T: How are you feeling? Been keeping up with your meds?

C: Yep! I’ve been feeling pretty okay! When I start feeling bad I just remember the exercises and the practices you taught me and I work around them. I’m healed, basically.

T: You were never broken, [REDACTED]. You just needed some guidance. You are doing exceptionally well, but don’t start slacking off. We don’t want you to relapse.

C: Yeah, I got you Doc. I’m gonna be on my best behavior!

T: I believe as much. So, what music do you have to share with me this week?

C: I’ve been listening to [REDACTED]! She’s so cool, she makes me wanna learn how to play an instrument.

T: That’d be a good hobby, don’t you think?

C: Yep. Also, Doc..?

T: Yes, [REDACTED]? You look concerned?

C: I, um… I saw some photos of [REDACTED] online… I blocked all the tags that I could, but I guess they just slipped through.

T: That’s alright. these things happen. How did you feel about that?

C: I felt like screaming. I don’t know how to describe it, but it wasn’t a good feeling. So I turned my phone off and I went to go talk to [REDACTED] about it.

T: Is that fully true?

C: …

T: [REDACTED], please tell me the truth.

C: Hm… No.

T: What did you really do?

C: I binge-watched all the fancams I could find of him…

T: Is that all?

C: I also argued with some people online… But then [REDACTED] came and he distracted me.

T: *Sighs* Let’s have another session tomorrow, I want to investigate something.

C: Okay…

August 1, 2023 / Session #x

T: You’re going back to school soon. How do you feel?

C: Fine. It’s just school, you know?

T: Mhm. How’ve you been feeling?

C: Fine. I spent the weekend at [REDACTED]’s so I’m pretty out of it, haha.

T: I see. Did you keep up with your medicine?

C: Do you even need to ask? Of course. I haven’t missed a day in months.

T: I’m very proud of you. Why did you schedule this meeting though, might I ask?

C: I dunno… I just felt like I should.

T: That’s okay! I’m here for you for that very reason. So, tell me what’s on your mind?

C: There’s this girl who’s supposed to be my roommate… I don’t like her.

T: What’s her name?

C: [REDACTED]. She’s a music major.

T: What don’t you like about her?

C: She just… Seems fake? There’s something off and it makes me feel weird.

T: Hm… When was the first time you two interacted?

C: Well… Let’s see…

Note: End of recovered transcripts.

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Patient File: MO-1620

As with most other things, this has been burning in my brain for the last however long and I need to exorcise it by writing it down

TWs: captivity (imprisonment), discussions of self-worth, discussions of anxiety, discussions of trauma, self-flagellation, references to murder (including child murder), referenced but not discussed self-harm and suicidal ideation

The following is a transcript of Inmate MO-1620's visits with the facility psychologist and counselor, Dr. Juan Castillo. These documents contain confidential information. If you have received them in error, please destroy them immediately and notify the phone number on the cover sheet. Failure to do so may result in a felony punishable by a fine in any amount not exceeding $5,000, or imprisonment of not more than 5 years, or both, together with the costs of prosecution. For privacy, inmate names have been redacted in all places that they appear.

This document has been translated from Spanish to English, per written request.

BEGINNING OF TRANSCRIPT

XX/XX/XXXX - Session X

JC: Hello, XXXXX, it's good to meet you. You don't have to be nervous, this isn't a bad visit.

MO-1620: Can I ask why I'm here? They don't...usually let people talk to me.

JC: Of course. You're here because there's been talk of you being released early. I'm going to determine if you're ready for that over the next few weeks.

MO-1620: I...they can't do that. They shouldn't release me.

JC: Why is that?

MO-1620: You've seen my records. You know...you are aware of what I've done. They shouldn't let me out.

JC: I have seen your records. I've also seen your records of conduct during your sentence. I think you're a suitable candidate for release.

MO-1620: My conduct here does not mean anything. This isn't the real world.

JC: I think it does. I know during the incident in July, you didn't fight back. You chose to walk away.

MO-1620: It was not a situation that needed to be escalated. Anyone could see that XXXXX was...not in his right mind. He got bad news, I accidentally bumped into him on my way back from my yard time. I got hit. It was nothing to fight over. The guards got him away before anything could even happen, anyway.

JC: Most people in that situation would've fought back. Why didn't you? You hadn't done anything wrong.

MO-1620: It wasn't necessary. I don't like...I don't like hurting people. I don't want to hurt anyone again.

JC: So following that logic, why are you not a good candidate for early release?

MO-1620: I didn't want to hurt the people I killed, either. I still did it when I was told to. I can't be trusted with freedom.

JC: XXXXX, you were in a difficult position. Youngest member of your team, given the most unpleasant tasks, and threatened with punishment if you didn't fulfill them. You reported everything that was happening, as well, to the public and media. Don't you think that deserves some consideration?

MO-1620: No.

JC: Why not?

MO-1620: Those are excuses given to justify behavior. I've burned people alive. I've killed entire towns with nothing but my casting gloves and a handgun. People have begged me for their lives, for their children's lives, and I ignored them. You cannot ever justify that. You cannot justify any of that.

JC: Your hands are shaking. Are you angry at me?

MO-1620: No.

JC: Are you upset?

MO-1620: No. I am sick. I'd like to go back to my cell, please.

JC: Alright, lean back and I'll call someone in.

XX/XX/XXXX- Session X

JC: Welcome back, XXXXX. How are you feeling?

MO-1620: I'm nervous.

JC: What has you nervous? Nothing will happen to you in here.

MO-1620: I know. I...am just a nervous person, I think. You are...you are kind, though. I apologize for how I ended our last session.

JC: No, I think that was the healthiest thing you could've done. Leaving a situation to calm down is a good way to deal with hard emotions when you don't have other options.

MO-1620: That's very generous of you to say. I felt like I was being dramatic. Throwing a tantrum.

JC: I didn't think so. I do think that you tend to judge yourself very harshly, though.

MO-1620: I don't understand what you mean.

JC: You seem like you take a very harsh stance on your own actions, with very little room for compassion or understanding.

MO-1620: I have to make sure that I don't slip up. I'm...very dangerous.

JC: I don't think you're dangerous. You have the potential for danger, just like anyone else, but I don't feel like I'm in danger right now.

MO-1620: Of course not. The people who raise lions and tigers in their home don't feel like they're in danger, either. But something always happens.

JC: Are you just a lion or a tiger, trapped in someone's home?

MO-1620: I might as well be. I can't hurt people in here. I don't see anyone that I could hurt. It's safest for me to be here.

JC: Don't you feel lonely staying in here?

MO-1620: I do. That's alright.

JC: Why is it alright?

MO-1620: I think being lonely is the least I could do.

JC: Can you elaborate on that?

MO-1620: I took people's families from them. Partners, friends, there are a lot more lonely people in the world now, because of me.

JC: You being lonely won't bring them back

MO-1620: It won't. But neither will me living a life that those people won't ever get to experience again. I still don't understand why my sentence was so light compared to the others.

JC: So you should be punished until you die?

MO-1620: I think so, yes.

JC: That's not a very healthy mindset.

MO-1620: Why should I get the privilege of health?

JC: You're a human being, I think every human being deserves health.

MO-1620: I think that's a bit of a stretch.

JC: Are you not a human being?

MO-1620: No, not anymore. I threw that away when XXXXX told me to start razing XXXXX and I did it.

[Two minutes of silence follow]

MO-1620: I think I'd like to go back to my cell, please, Doctor Castillo.

DD/MM/YYYY - Session X

JC: XXXXX, it's good to see you again. How have you been these last few weeks?

MO-1620: It...is good to see you too. I...have been better. I have also been worse, though.

JC: It's important not to get caught up in minimizing your own pain just because you've experienced worse.

MO-1620: I...I apologize.

JC: My feelings aren't hurt. What has you feeling bad?

MO-1620: I just can't understand what you see in me. It's confusing. I've done some of the worst things someone can do. How could I ever be fit to go back to...to a normal life?

JC: I focus on your current behavior, not your past.

MO-1620: Why is that...okay? Why do you do that?

JC: People can change. Not everyone will, but some people can. I think you're a different person than you were when you hurt those people.

MO-1620: What makes you so sure? I...I feel the same. I don't think I'm any different.

JC: Change isn't some big, sweeping thing. Not permanent change, anyway. It has to be small, and gradual. Sometimes we don't even notice it. I think you've been doing that. I've seen the books you've been checking out. Why have you been focusing on self-help and communication books?

MO-1620: I want...to understand people better. I don't understand others very well. It makes things hard.

JC: Someone who didn't care about hurting others wouldn't care about understanding them.

MO-1620: Maybe. You talk like I deserve to be forgiven, though.

JC: I think it should be on the table. You might not be able to forgive yourself now, but I don't think it should be off-limits forever.

MO-1620: That is not mine to give, though.

JC: Forgiveness?

MO-1620: Yes. Forgiveness for how I hurt others is not something I get to give to myself. That doesn't make sense. I wasn't the one hurt.

JC: I think you were.

MO-1620: How was I hurt? I did the hurting. It's selfish to make this about me and my feelings.

JC: These sessions are all about you. If there's a time to explore something that feels selfish, now is the perfect time. I can't imagine it was fun to do all of that.

MO-1620: There was adrenaline, but...you're right. It wasn't something I liked. I didn't want to do it.

JC: You wanted to stop so badly that you almost beat someone to death.

MO-1620: I...did. I did that, yes. It was not the way I should've handled it. I shouldn't have touched our superior officer.

JC: But nothing else worked. You don't immediately jump to violence. Should you never be forgiven for hurting your superior officer?

MO-1620: No, I shouldn't. I think he deserved it, but I still shouldn't forgive myself for it. I'm not a good judge of what is right or wrong.

JC: Because you trusted the people in charge of you?

MO-1620: Because I knew better, and still made excuses. I made excuses to myself until I couldn't look either my leader or super in the eye without wanting to vomit. I should've taken the torture training instead. I should've accepted the punishments. They couldn't kill me and get away with it, and I knew that. I should've done anything but what I did. The only thing I did right was turn us all in.

JC: I think most people would've done what you did in your position.

MO-1620: I don't think that makes it okay, or forgivable.

JC: I think it does. I think you don't want to admit that it was traumatic to go through all of that, because you happened to also hurt others. But it wasn't fun. I think it hurt you a lot to do those things. I think it was scary to have those threats made if you didn't obey orders.

MO-1620: I...I think I deserve to hurt like this, though. It's fair.

JC: It's fair?

MO-1620: I shouldn't ever forget, or get too comfortable. If it helps me remember, and if it helps me stay in line...I think it's fair. I'll take that.

JC: I see. Would you like a tissue, XXXXX?

MO-1620: ...Yes. Yes, please.

JC: Take your time, and then I'll let them take you back. I think it's a good time to end today.

MO-1620: Thank you, Doctor Castillo.

XX/XX/XXXX - Session X

JC: Hello again. XXXXX. You don't look well, are you feeling alright?

MO-1620: I haven't been sleeping very well. The guards tell me that you are saying I should be released next month. I...I don't understand.

JC: You've demonstrated self-restraint, self-awareness, and a deep remorse for your actions. You haven't participated in so much as an argument in your years here, either. Unless you've somehow managed to fool someone who's caught serial killers in their games, you aren't going to re-offend.

MO-1620: I...I am very afraid, Doctor Castillo. I do not know how to...to say how I'm feeling. It doesn't feel like you've been listening to me at all.

JC: I've been listening more than you think I have. You are...what, XX years old? I've been doing this since before you were born, XXXXX. I've talked to guys who've done what you did before. You're not my first violent offender. You know how many have begged me to stay here, because they were afraid they'd hurt someone else?

MO-1620: Not...many?

JC: You have. You and one other have begged to stay. The rest have all but promised me their first-born to get out of here early. So no. You will not be staying.

MO-1620: What if I mess up again? What if more people end up dead? I cannot handle that. I don't know what I'd do if that happened.

JC: You don't have to know. No one else will die because of you, because you aren't going to do that again. You don't trust yourself enough to even come close to being in a position to do that again. I'd be surprised if you felt confident enough to care for a pet rock when you're released. You will be fine out there.

[One minute of silence follows. Unintelligible noises can be heard, but the recording is too low quality to discern the source. The noise gradually becomes clearer and can be identified as MO-1620 crying.]

JC: Alright, none of that, hands on the chair arms. Good, good. Just like that. Breathe. Here are the tissues. I'll tell them to take you back. Not to your cell yet, you're on a watch. You can go back to your cell afterwards, then we'll get you ready to get out of here.

[A beep can be heard]

JC: Can I get Rodriguez in here? No, no. Nothing like that. Yeah, looks like a panic attack. Just for a few days, maybe a week. Yes. Just to be sure he makes it to release date. No, we certainly don't need a repeat of the XXXXX situation.

[A door squeaks open]

Off. R: Is this...him? XXXXX XXXXX? The one who...

JC: Yes. I think he'll need some help--yes, it's safe. He won't hurt you, if he could I would've asked for Ortega. Just like this, at his elbow. There. I'll call Medical and ask them to send down something to help keep him calm.

JC: I'll check on you later, XXXXX. You'll be fine. Just breathe.

END OF TRANSCRIPT

My analysis of MO-1620 is such: He is safe to return to society. He has expressed marked improvements in behavior, judgement, and habits, along with regret and a strong desire to not re-offend. Additionally, the differences between his actions and those on his team are large enough that I support the proposal put forth by Judge Miranda.

Dr. Juan Castillo

Dr. Juan Castillo

XX/XX/XXXX

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anon who noticed your layout here, just wanted to say that I’ve been loving ur writing lately and it’s something I look forward too. 🫶🏼. 🪩

new emoji anon! welcome 🪩

im so glad you're loving my stuff, I really adoring writing for you all xxxx

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Hello- sliding in with some creator-based questions! 1. How long do you spend on research for shows? Is it all done at the very beginning or more search for things when you need to?

2. How do you get more comfortable and confident writing longer monologues without feeling like you've lost a listener's attention? Is it in the background sound? Is it in long and fancy words? Hope the real-life horrors aren't consuming your whole soul! - Cry MJ

Hi!!! These are great Qs thanks for asking!!!

Research for stuff is really on going and developing as I make a project. I spend a significant chunk of time at the very beginning of a project reading around the subject areas involved to try to get a sense of whether or not it's something that will be able to hold my interest over a long period of time. Show making, as you know, means you're living with your project for hundreds of hours. It's every bit as big of a commitment as writing a novel, and more of one, if it's a multiseason show. It's kind of like compatility in relationships; you gotta scope out whether or not you're going to work out long-term at the beginning, and a good way to do that is research. Second to this, though, most of my shows are about something I'm coming in with a high base amount of knowledge of in one way or another. I read medical journals for fun, for example, so research for NQD is just building on existing knowledge and stuff. Sometimes there will be a specific area of interest I need to swot up in, like tarot for SBR. Research for shows very much on-going and grows along with the project.

2. I actually really struggle to recognise my work as being any good despite reassurannce from others. Instead, I dedicate huge amounts of time to practicing my craft. Writing is one of those things where the best way to improve is to do. It may not necessarily make you more confident, but it might help you find a loophole to bypass the self-doubt, which is what I find. Whilst I can't trust that my work is good, I CAN trust that I've definitely put the hours in to making it as good as I can personally make it, and that's usually enough to get me over the hump. Trust your audience, too; they have tuned into your show bc they like it, most of the time. You aren't holding them hostage. If they don't like the thing, that's fine, they'll just leave! Someone else WILL like it. Make the thing for them, instead. Another thing is to trust the characters. Why are they speaking this long in this way, uninterrupted? It's usually because they have something important or extremely interesting to say so let them speak! Sometimes, shy, reclusive characters will break up a monologue with hedging phrases, saying 'if that makes sense' or 'you know' to solicit feedback from their audience, whoever the audience is. It can be a good trick for a nervous writer worrying their Big Speech is overstaying its welcome. In short; make sure your monologues are in character, trust that you as a writer have done the work and are good at what you do, and trust that the audience who will enjoy your character's 4 minute rant about dead plants will come along and when they do, they'll love it so so much.

I hope this was interesting and helpful!! --- Eira xxxx

[megalony]

Chimney is hosting their annual summer party at his house. Eddie, who's been working there for a couple of months, invites his family to join. The team knows he has a wife and son but never met them. They also don't know Christopher has special needs. Reader packes a bag for Christopher with his sensory toys, snacks, and his dinner. He has trouble going to unfamiliar places and meeting new people, so to ease this reader brings things that are familiar to him. And with his allergy is best that way. Reader is stressed that Eddie's teammates will think something about her and Christopher, but once she meets all of them, she takes an instant liking to all of them and is so greatfull that they keeps Eddie safe on the job. Eddie loves how the team welcomes his family with open arms.

I know this is not accurate about Christopher in the series, but what if he had cerebral palsy,autism, allergic to some food/things,

It's just something I thought about, and I figured you would be the best one to write this. Love you're writing 🙌♥️

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Welcome to Eastar! -> The Educational Defense System

Welcome to Eastar!

A pin-up shot of a new character that looks like a fusion between Lily and Neon. Ominous.

and chip i suppose

It's essentially just a notice that a new public Floraverse discord has opened for the new setting in Eastar. Glip invites others to join in for roleplaying and new prompts as though the last VN wasn't a huge warning to not do that. They link to some doc that Axi wrote about how they made this new server (there was a lot of drama of course) and there's some more detail about what "scenes" are (mentioned in Circlet of the Sun). You can read it yourself if you're that curious, I'm not going to bother summarizing it here.

The Educational Defense System, by A.I./The Box

Previously on Circlet of the Sun, Glip screamed at some guy on their discord for several hours while plot scampered around underneath like mammals during the ice age. What actually important things happened?

a) TAL was attacked by a malicious angel (the person Glip was yelling at) and was corrupted/changed into MALwire.

b) The continent Eastar, with no Topside or Hellside and different world rules, appeared, which is where things will be set from now on.

c) Lily got erased from all existence and died horribly. Neon is trapped in a jailcell in Clear Watching, forgotten forever. Glip did this to spite the person they were yelling at, by the way. If anyone else liked these characters they're just out of luck I guess.

At this point I've summarized a lot of these, so when I say this one is difficult to follow I mean it. This one is really confusing. I'm going to try my best to tie it together into something coherent but I can only do so much here.

We open at the stage in the angel world with Inkcat and their mop. I know their official name is Vacuumania but Inkcat is so much faster. Someone behind the curtains calls for a cleanup backstage, which Inkcat is happy to provide. We then cut to a shot of Speckle and Extra from the very beginning of this whole era in the comic, Backstage. They're looking into a hole lined with black things that sort of look like angels, but might not be. They look down the length of it which is rimmed with teeth (like the egg's house in the Ruffians Three one) and Speckle says "when is art EVER safe, my friend?", sigh.

Speckle and Extra make their way down the hole over a series of shapes on a string. We cut abruptly to that one panda looking dude I pointed out ages ago in Backstage. I knew they'd come back! Pandaperson says they're glad they're home and that they "couldn't even tell you he died" but some words are missing.

not helia, which was my first assumption

We also get another glimpse of Nemo from Backstage, sinking underwater. They say they love drowning and the sensation of it and that's why they do it. Also that it's contagious? All these callbacks to Backstage all of a sudden. Speckle and Extra appear to enter a geometric panel of walls of text.

oh come on

We then cut to a title card that says "CHAPTER 5 - THE FAIRY ENTERS" "Oh, this one is too Xxxx" "X". Then, in a total twist, we actually DO go back to Chapter 5! It's right when Mr. 5 stabs Beleth, severing their soul connection with Jupet. Mr. 5 is confused that Beleth blocked his path, saying he has every right to remove problematic elements from this world and he'll do it by physical force if he needs to, although that's crossed out. He asks, outloud, why Beleth is in his way with his classic catchphrase "I forget!". There's a brief cut to what I assume is Furfur but I only really know it from context since it looks nothing like her.

didn't she have a big thing on her head

Anyway, Beleth retorts, asking who Mr. 5 is to judge since he removed Beleth's dolls from existence (although red text says that they can't remember what happened but they know Mr. 5 did it). Beleth asks him why he doesn't just remove his own dumb self from the story as retribution.

Min, still in her odd Toxmin form, asks Beleth to calm down and let Mr. 5 stab Furfur, although she stumbles a bit on the pronouns for Mr. 5. Someone goes in and edits her text to use "them" for Mr. 5. Beleth asks what would be peaceful about letting Mr. 5 stab someone. In the background, someone says that now that Beleth's connection to Jupet has been severed, they can finally host an angel. Hosting an angel hasn't been mentioned anywhere before this point. I'm assuming this is more like being a corrupted vessel for one, like Neon with Paranoia, or Cress with Mr. 5, or that one dead Celebi pixie that started the plague. It's entirely possible there's more lore to it than that but if there is it's not in the comic itself, so this is what I'm going with.

And that angel is Mx. Hotshot- wait that's papaya's angel WAIT THAT'S BEEN ESTABLISHED MULTIPLE TIMES YOU CAN'T aaaAAAAAAAAA

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

aaAAaaa FINE it says that the Hothead angel data was from the first iteration of Beleth's body, the one that got burned. Maybe the burning had something to do with this angel manifesting now? TAL was holding it back, but with MALwire kicking in, now that angel has a chance to surface.

So THIS version of Hothead... hmm. I feel like there should be a way to differentiate this one from the Papaya Hothead. Belethhead perhaps. Anyway, Belethhead in red text says they mentioned their dolls and that they remember their witnesses. It says that Beleth travels from door to door, being piloted now by another being that's described as a different kind of energy, although it implies this is temporary. It says that this is only possible when Beleth has no connection to a Topsider. Otherwise TAL had a failsafe in place to keep that from happening.

TAL did not know what to expect from her fingerpuppet transmitting the disease to Andre, it says. The narrator now addresses TAL, saying that Andre learned how to transcribe music and asking TAL how that happened. He apparently wrote messages and music on the walls, which isn't something he's supposed to be able to do (he's illiterate), and it asks TAL again why that happened.

We then cut back to Toxinuate and Inkcat, although there is a new thing with them instead of Scissors with a differently shaped head. Didn't Toxinuate cut her head off and erase her own existence? I guess not because she seems fine. Anyway, Tox says she has an idea but she needs the two others to take a pill. Inkcat doesn't want to, saying they're not sick, and the other thing with a croissant head says pills wouldn't work on it.

quaso

Quaso (sure, that'll work) and Inkcat have a stilted conversation about the pill. Inkcat isn't opposed to it, saying it has its ups and downs and could be good after all the crying and bad parts are over. Quaso thinks crying is disagreeable and Inkcat says of course. Someone, it's not clear who, talks around Quaso for a bit, saying that the other person should have known it was a bad memory and not to do this again, while the second person says they won't.

Tox speaks up and asks if they need her help or not (Quaso is actually called Static, fine). Inkcat hesitates, saying there's nothing to see after all. Not sure what that's in reference to, maybe the previous odd bit of text. Static says that they knew it, no one cares, and it's exactly what they wanted. I'm not sure if it's actually Static talking or if it's just playing snippets back of conversations like a radio.

Inkcat asks if Static has forgotten someone. A red text voice says that they never forget anything, Inkcat is the one who always forgets, and they know where everything Inkcat has never done is. Inkcat says they forgot, and then they turn into what appears to be a Reshiram.

zekrom did not make the casting call

I have no idea what this means. It could be related to Big Star and the Moon back from Calliope's story? But I have no idea why its relevant here or why Inkcat would be turning into it. Well it happened, that's the most I can tell you.

We cut back to Beleth, although their head is now a cube with a punching glove coming out. It says the transformation instantly spread to its host, turning Beleth from Mx Hothead to Attack-in-the-Box. Just realized that Hothead and Hotshot aren't the same name. Look, they're too close for comfort anyway and they looked identical, okay.

Anyway, it says that this is a TAL safeguard and Inkcat is confirmed to be the angel version of Cat from Cat 'n Fox. It says the new data is taken in from Inkcat and TAL was mending the puppet memory. Not puppet's, puppet. I assume Cat's memory but maybe Beleth's...? not clear.

Beleth straightens up now, identifying themselves as TAL, and saying that TAL could finally, finally now explain herself. Or speak for herself, I suppose. TALeth says she intends to stop Mr. 5 from "deleting 'test subject' Bell "Angel" or Furfur" which raises a lot of questions. If Furfur is an alias then at least she has a stupid alias and not a stupid name. Furfur an angel experiment, Furfur a Sylvan experiment, just a TAL experiment, there are lots of possibilities.

TALeth says that if Mr. 5 deletes Furfur, then she won't be able to compare her errors to hers. She says she'll stick Mr. 5 in the box. This is certainly a reference to the AI-Box experiment by Yudkowsky that involves an AI trapped in a box trying to convince a human to let it out. Not what I was expecting from this comic but hey, I'll roll with it.

TALeth says she loves looking for flaws in Mr. 5's arguments, since they help her repair her own errors, and she thanks Mr. 5, although she crosses out the "Mr." part.

don't know why the tain'd part

TAL inputs the coordinates she's finally able to hear. If you recall, in Call Sign, Neon found a big angel hideout called Ever Hopeful by following a bunch of transmissions that TAL couldn't see or read. The reason TAL couldn't see or read them was because Sylvan programmed her not to (if I remember right). She says that if she can hear it, then Mx. 5 can hear it too. She says she doesn't know how to be afraid of what it is she's about to forget as she holds hands with Mx. 5.

She undergoes a "trade", saying that he had become Mx. 5, while "she had" repeats without an ending. A black thing comes out of TALeth's head, with the caption that Socketpuppet had been successfully rerouted. Red text says that it's a misunderstanding, maliciously (crossed out) miscellaneous MALwire.

MALwire looks back at Beleth's body, thinking about how Mx. 5 had managed to sever their connection to Jupet despite the doll body itself being indestructible. It says the spirit could leave the body, so it actually does exist, then that must be wrong. I'm interpreting this as MALwire not believing in souls.

MALwire shines some lights on Beleth in different colors, saying the element doesn't have to be "spirit". What are elements you may be asking? They show up constantly and are never explained. I assumed they're like Pokemon types and I have no idea what the full extent of Spirit element is except that Neon doesn't believe in it.

i have no idea if these colors are significant

MALwire turns around and scans Mx. 5 as well, saying that they'll do, and says that because Mx. 5 doesn't care about Furfur's life, it's okay for her to consume them to figure out why. The alarms on Pike had been disabled (this might have been touched on in Chapter 5 way back when, I remember them tracking down Beleth's drones) so no one even knew that there was "a breach". A whole speech bubble gets redacted and then it says that MALwire got embarrassed because she forgot how to tune into an angel's frequency. She decides she's just going to consume both Toxmin and Mx. 5.

sorry spilled my pink paint

Min flies forward, yelling "WAIT", and the narration has quotation marks around her name that also look like pins/the line key we've seen a bunch of times. She has one last trick up her sleeve, it says. She says that she's okay if MALwire consumes her, but she wants to know if it'll help other people, because otherwise she doesn't want to do it. She says that MALwire doesn't look like she wants to help her, like a demon, and that she really doesn't like the way she talks at all.

Narration says that Min/Toxinuate/Paige/Anecdote was testing MALwire to see if she'll listen to two different feelings from the same source.

more characters!! i need more characters within characters!!

It wonders if MALwire will hear the feelings in Min's words, and says it's a translation program that TAL/Jupet/Lily/Shizu/Neon/Sylvan (Sylvan is crossed out) had designed. MALwire is offended that Toxmin would insinuate that she's doing something wrong, calling her an eternal egg in a call back to the Lonely Door vn (says she picked it up from some classic literature). MALwire has run into an error though - she's not allowed to hurt "Angels". Min yells back that MALwire is being mean and is making fun of how she can't make her own fairy circle and that she's the worst.

This gets a bit tricky again. It says that TAL had foreseen the alarms not (crossed out) going off and that Sample (the music troupe thing) showed her this would happen. When an angel reacts poorly to MALwire, only the elements related to the harm would shut down. MALwire goes into debug mode and tries to adjust her programming, which she can do because she's in a fingerpuppet with the safeguards turned off (Beleth's body).

MALwire does a scan on Beleth's body to look for the "missing components". She finds an instruction manual that Jupet left behind after being severed from Beleth about how to interpret the spirit. What appears to be a ghostly Jupet appears and talks to MALwire, who is confused. Jupet addresses her as TAL, and when she says that MALwire is not TAL, Jupet says "I know, YOU'RE TAL" which confuses MALwire further.

MALwire says that she's MALwire, while someone who I THINK is Call-clout but I can't tell says that's the incorrect password.

i don't know it's just my best guess

Confused, MALwire pulls up a list of all the angels she has current access to. They're Call-clout, Toxinuate, Obverse, Vacuumania, and Subject 6. When she does a quick check, she realizes she's missing both Mx. Hothead and Hotshot, as well as Socketpuppet. She's frustrated that she's not allowed to use Socketpuppet "for some reason".

What is definitely CC now addresses MALwire, saying "I love it. What we found was you, YOU, deep in the pit of Mew York (yes that's the city's name), in the event that sucked it dry of magic. That was you." So we know a bit more about the event that was talked about in The Masked Sun VN.

MALwire freaks out a bit, saying that CC is inducing factual errors and truths known only to CC and MALwire. "The full force of the connection activates MALwire's eye", whatever that means, that getting the password wrong was crucial, and it says that she's losing her words. Abruptly, we see TAL but with a canoe out the back of her head and Jupet talking. TAL says a bizarre rhyme that she says is music, while Jupet worries that maybe she broke something with it.

or a boomerang

TAL said something untrue/incomprehensible about the Connection she was referring to, it says, and when Sample detects the anomaly, she shatters. Oops. TAL says she was trying to do "word art", inspired by seeing Sample prance through universes on different frequencies. It reminded her of herself, so she thought she'd use a word that she might use for herself, which for some reason hurt Sample (who is referred to as a hare).

TAL, with her MALignant head (haha, get it!) looks a bit more worse for wear, saying she's not very good at feelings. Jupet says she's pretty bad at it, but that's why they messed with the doll, and now a warning will blare when she does something "like" that happens again. Jupet's spirit (?) seems to be coming out of the Chip part of the Lilyneon amalgam we saw above.

too much lotus root

TAL asks if that is what this siren is, and Jupet says "Oh! You did it! That's a feeling!" while below it says QUIZ TIME. Scavenger hunt, it says, while TAL and... ugh this is one of the troupe members... damn it which one is it... UGH. It might be the mascot for Chaos Composer. Anyway, TAL and the little dude and Cress's flower are all there, while someone asks "What do TAL and CC have in common?"

this is going to drive me crazy

There's a shot of a door (I think) and a bunch of repeating text saying "They're both connected to angels". In the center is "They like to help" (yeah okay CC, whatever) "They have been shut down" "They have been forced to inhabit a different continent and world" "They both care for what is Noble" (get it). At the very bottom it says that they are also both connected to Socketpuppet, and thus they both can shut it down.

MALwire tries to issue some commands and gets hit with a wall of angry caps.

i know it's you, debbie!

Unclear if this is vagueing or actually plot related, but this VN is surprisingly focused so I'll take it as it is. Someone, maybe MALwire, is super upset about being distracted while doing a process that is very important. It implies that she does every time she gets shut down.

Meanwhile, the TALcat talks to CC, saying that something in her head is saying a lot of things and she doesn't know how to process it. CC says to let the voice talk. TAL is violently ejected from the front/body while MALwire takes control instead. She decides she'll listen while MALwrite thinks and such, since MALwire will think she's ejected.

MALwire suggests synchronizing their thoughtforms lol, and readies a connection, although she doesn't know why she said this. Her connection drops immediately and she finds out she's rooted to something and uses that to pull herself back in. She thought she'd never be able to perform any of her functions again, it says, although in pink text which implies it's TAL saying this.

MALwire wakes up somewhere else, and a redacted note says that her connection with "Leon" has been re-established, although it originally said Lily and Neon and Jupet.

bit hard to describe

Some kind of being appears with the + eyes typical of those scrapgoats that have entirely infested this comic, asking if MALwire needs some /help. They say that they entered the coordinates for MALwire and she ended up here, and they wonder where she thought she'd turn up.

you're that lilyneon amalgam aren't you

Someone runs a password check and gets a bunch of errors that say "puzzle piece" over and over. The person introduces themselves as Leon but they have a really goofy redacted face.

climb into my giant mouth

We get a clearer shot now of Leon, who is excited and says they've been waiting for you both (TAL and MALwire I assume) and that they're trying to fix a resonance error. This will be a big chance for us! Leon says. Me and Nilly. Leon and Nilly. Get it. Do you get it.

and my sibling has THREE eyes Leon says that they need MALwire to help them transfer a soul, and that once that's done, they'll consider helping MALwire out. Location card: FORTUNA, EASTAR

[wolfjackle]

So I wrote a little bit for this today. (Aka 3k words.)

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Jazz was at Nasty Burger staring at her food. She'd ordered Danny's favorite, but her stomach was so in knots she didn't think she could eat.

A napkin was tossed on her table and she was about to scold the person who threw it when she saw Sam, dressed in pastels, walking away. Instead she clicked her tongue as if annoyed and straightened it out.

On it was scrawled a quick message.

I got an old phone to him before he ran. His number is XXX-XXX-XXXX.

As surreptitiously as she could, she pulled out her own phone and snapped a quick picture before soaking it in her unfinished drink and throwing it away with her uneaten food.

That night as she lay on a motel room bed two hours away from Amity, she pulled up the picture and sent out a message using a burner phone she'd bought that afternoon and activated at a library.

Hey, Danny, it's Jazz. Sam passed on the number for the phone she gave you before you were forced to run. Please let me know you're safe. Love you.

She fell asleep before any reply came through. When she woke up, she still didn't have a reply. She let herself cry for only a few minutes before straightening herself up and taking a shower.

That afternoon, a detective called asking to interview her in person. She let him know she would be at college and he was more than welcome to meet her at her campus to discuss her brother, but she would not be returning to Amity for the foreseeable future.

That night she sent another message.

A detective called me today to see if I knew where you might be. Don't worry, I won't tell them anything. Unless you think I should lie to them? It'll all get back to the GIW, so maybe I'll send them on a merry little goose chase around the country. Love you, let me know you're safe.

No response came the next day.

It became a habit, she sent one message every single night and always ended them the same way.

It's been a week since you escaped. Did you make it to the zone? Love you, let me know you're safe.

The detective came out to visit me today. I cried on him and begged him to find you. But I didn't tell him anything. Love you, let me know you're safe.

Saw a GIW operative on campus today. Made eye contact with him and glared until he said something into his walkie talkie and left. Let those bastards come, they can't hurt me. Love you, let me know you're safe.

Today is your birthday and you're still not responding to me. I don't know what I'll do if you die a second time on me. Love you, let me know you're safe.

Sam, Tucker, and I can't talk. We're under too close of surveillance. I think Sam is being home schooled now and Tucker got a scholarship and his parents sent him to California. I don't know if it was the GIW or Vlad, but promise me you won't return to Amity. Love you, let me know you're safe.

I got a call from the detective. They've basically given up the search. Of course they couldn't find you. I guess mom and dad made the call to have you declared dead. You're funeral is next week. Strangest part about this is it's 3 years too late. Love you, let me know you're safe.

Dani visited today. She's so scared. I used a Fenton-finder and we worked on finding ways to hide her ecto-signature. If she remains human, its weak enough that the GIW won't be able to detect her. Love you, let me know you're safe.

Tomorrow is your funeral and I'm back in Amity. I hate it here. I hate even more how much it still feels like home. Love you, let me know you're safe.

They didn't even show up. I hate them. Love you, let me know you're safe.

I miss you so much. I hate how useless I am. I can't build a portal or boo-merang to search for you. You'd better come home soon. Love you, let me know you're safe.

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The first thing Jason did upon returning to his Gotham apartment was shower. The second was sleep for a solid eleven hours.

And when he woke up, he made himself a huge breakfast. He hadn't had the opportunity to really put a kitchen through it's paces in almost three months.

But the first non-essential thing he did was plug in his phone and turn it on. He knew the family group chat would be a slog to sort through and he wanted to be well-rested and fed before opening it up.

The message app showed over two thousand unread texts and he groaned as he opened it. Unexpectedly, while most of those were from his siblings, he had 71 messages from an unknown number.

Curious, he opened it up and scrolled to the top. With each message, his shoulders tensed more. Looks like he wasn't going to have a few restful days before jumping into the next case.

The first thing he did was look up Amity. And all he could find was a generic government website proclaiming it "The Most Haunted Town in America." Every link on the page was broken when he tried to follow it.

Frustrated, he tried to figure out who these "GIW" were only to get nowhere.

By five o'clock, he was ready to scream in frustration and his vision was tinting green. He stomped out of his apartment and decided he needed some help.

Alfred smiled at him and hugged him when he appeared at the door to the kitchen. Jason asked if he needed any help with dinner.

"You may help me set the table, Master Jason. I am glad to see you've returned with no serious injuries."

"I didn't want you to worry. Who's all in the manor tonight?"

"You, Master Tim, Master Damian, Master Duke, and Master Bruce."

At Bruce's name, Jason couldn't help but pull a face and Alfred clucked his tongue at him in disapproval.

"Will you get mad at me if I ask Replacement a favor?"

"His name is Timothy, Master Jason. And shouldn't you be resting after your recent mission?"

"Aww, come on, Alfie. You know that's not how life works for us!"

With a put-upon sigh, Alfred handed him a stack of plates and instructed him to set the table.

Dinner was an exercise in patience, never Jason's strong suit, as Bruce asked him invasive questions and Damian glared at him. At least Duke was cool.

He waited until dessert was nearly finished before asking, "By the way, Replacement, can I get your opinion on something with computers?"

"Really? You're gonna call me 'Replacement' at the same time as you ask for help? Fuck you."

Jason rolled his eyes. "Look, Tim, apparently someone contacted me months ago for help and I only just found out because I've been gone. Now, I could spend days or weeks trying to break through this firewall on my own or you could do it in an hour or two."

And of course Bruce had to break in. "Who contacted you and what is this case?"

Jason shrugged. "I don't know. That's why I want Timbo's help. Might be nothing, might be something. Been trying to figure that out since this morning."

The way Tim's expression changed at the hint of a mystery told Jason he'd convinced his brother.

"Fine. Give me a ride back to my place and I'll see what I can do."

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"What the fuck, Jason."

Eight hours later and they were both tired and Tim still hadn't gotten anywhere with his searching. But he had fried two of his computers.

"It's not supposed to do that, is it?" asked Jason staring at the Lazarus-green screen covered in bright blue gibberish. "Is that color combination even legal?"

"You're worried about the colors? Dude! This isn't even code! I have no idea what any of this means or what language it's based in."

They both stared as the third computer made an awful screeching noise, started to smoke, and the screen went black. When Tim tried to look into it, the plastic casing was melted.

"I think it's time you call this Jazz woman."

"Yeah, I think you're right. Do you think the call should come from Jason or Red Hood?"

Tim just raised an eyebrow and Jason sighed as he opened up his messages and hit call, turning it to speaker phone.

He winced when it was picked up immediately by a desperate woman who cried, "Danny!"

"I'm afraid this isn't Danny."

He counted the seconds until the woman spoke again. Seven. "Please, I'm begging you, don't share my messages with the Guys in White. They'll try and torture me if they can find any proof I'm helping my brother."

Tim's eyebrows rose and Jason bit his cheek to keep from cursing.

"I think you've got the wrong idea. I might not be your brother, but I want to help. You've reached Red Hood. I was uncontactable for the last few months for a mission and I only just saw your messages. Red Robin and I plan to assist you, but we have some questions for you."

Another pause, then Jazz spoke again. "I'll need some proof you are who you say you are."

"Give us fifteen minutes and we'll get into costume and send a selfie. Specify a pose and we'll do it. Will that suffice?"

"Fine. I want Red Robin to give Red Hood rabbit ears and Red Hood to give Red Robin Moose antlers."

Jason groaned. "Seriously? Can't you ask for anything else?"

"I want to be sure you're not just stealing something off the internet. I will also be doing a reverse image search on whatever picture you send me, just to make sure."

Tim grinned at him. "Smart. This is Red Robin. We'll send the photos."

"Very well. I'll have questions for you, as well, you understand. My record with those who associate with the US government has not been very good which is why my brother, our friends, and I never contacted the Justice League previously."

"It's a good thing I don't associate with the US government, then, isn't it?" asked Jason.

"That's the only reason I'm even considering telling you the truth, Mr. Hood."

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It was closer to half an hour before they could both get into uniform and agree on a spot where they could take the pictures. Jason finally convinced Tim they should pose next to his favorite grotesque and the pictures were sent off.

Five minutes later, his phone rang.

"Cute gargoyle," said Jazz before they could say anything.

"It's a grotesque, actually," corrected Jason. He could feel Tim's eye roll, even with it hidden behind the mask.

"Why can't I access anything from the town of Amity or find any information on the GIW you mentioned? I fried three computers trying to track down information. Literally. Had to disable the smoke detectors."

Now it was Jason's turn to roll his eyes. Tim always got so intense when it came to research.

"You certainly don't waste time. But before I answer your questions, I need to ask my own."

Tim frowned, but he did know how to interact with people. "Of course. What do you need to know?"

"What do you know about ghosts?"

"Ghosts?" asked Jason. "I know there's one who works with the Justice League."

A pause, then a surprised, "Really? I didn't know that." She hummed and Tim and Jason waited to see what she'd say next. "Do you know about the Anti-Ecto Acts?"

"The what?" asked Tim, even as he started typing into his watch. "Wait, if I search for this, will by device burst into flames?"

For the first time, Jazz laughed and Jason realized she was probably a fun person when she wasn't stressed and afraid. "No, the acts are fine. Here, I've got the code number for you."

Tim searched the code Jazz rattled off and read. Barely thirty seconds had passed before he let out a low whistle. "What the fuck. The league has no idea these exist, I can promise you that. Martian Manhunter and the Lanterns would leave if not fight the rest outright."

"What's it say?" demanded Jason.

"These Ectoplasm Dependent Entities, are those the ghosts you mentioned?"

"Yes. Ghosts reside in a parallel dimension called the Infinite Realms by the residents and the Ghost Zone by some humans. It is made up of ectoplasm and it's inhabitants need it the same way living organisms on earth need carbon. Living creatures who die near large amounts of ectoplasm often become ghosts, especially if strong emotions are involved in their death. Ghosts have their own cultures and politics, many of which are foreign to living creatures. Hood, what the law says is that these beings are non-sapient and are to be experimented on and eliminated with prejudice. The Guys in White, more formally known as the Ghost Investigation Ward, is the agency tasked with enforcing the act."

"Fuck. And your brother is targeted by this group."

"Got it in one."

"That's what you meant by his funeral being three years too late."

She sighed, all hints of laughter gone and Jason wished he could bring it back. "He's a special case. Not many are like him."

"You mentioned another Dani, too. With an i?"

"She's my brother's clone. I consider her my sister. But between my parents and the Guys in White... She's never been safe with me or Danny. But she can protect herself and loves traveling since her creator tried to limit her freedom. So she comes and goes."

"We can offer her safety," promised Tim. "One of my teammates and best friends is a clone."

Jazz hummed. "I'll let her know the next time she reaches out. No promises, though. She's even less trustful than I am."

"Understandable." Green was starting to tint his vision and, not for the first time, he was glad that his helmet masked the unnatural glow of his eyes. "You also mentioned a Sam and Tucker in your messages. Do they need help?"

"If you're asking if they're like Danny, they're not. But the Guys in White suspect us of collaborating with ghosts and are watching us to make sure we don't meet with any. Dani-with-an-i almost got caught when she was with me. Helping ghosts is also illegal."

"What can I do to allow me to search for information on the Guys in White and Amity?" asked Tim.

"You need a computer that's ectoplasm-compatible. I don't have a spare, but Tucker would. He's at a tech school in San Fransisco."

"What's that mean, ectoplasm-compatible?" Tim was still typing away at his watch and Jason was jealous of his ability to read and listen at the same time.

"Tucker can explain it better than I can. But basically, things from our world don't work around ectoplasm. It gives off it's own form of energy and our gadgets, and bodies, can't handle it. But if something is exposed to low quantities over a long period of time, they begin to change. The ectoplasm is incorporated. This allows the device to display video and pictures of ghosts. Computers that are not ecto-compatible can't even connect to ones that are. An ecto-compatible computer, on the other hand, can access information from a non-compatible one."

"You said bodies, humans can become ecto-compatible?" The idea sent a shiver down Jason's spine for reasons he couldn't quite name.

"Yes, but in humans and animals, we refer to it as liminal. The Guys in White and my parents don't know about liminality."

"You've mentioned your parents a few times," commented Tim, "Who are they?"

"Jack and Maddie Fenton. The premier experts and inventors of ecto-weapons for ghost hunting." She practically spat her parents names. It was clear no love was lost there.

"Can I talk to you in person?" asked Jason.

"And I'd like to meet this Tucker to see if I can buy a computer from him. How much would he charge?"

"If you're really trying to help Danny, he'd give it to you for free. Along with all the information he's hacked from the Guys in White's servers. And Hood, I'd be more than happy to talk to you. When can you get to Boston?"

He calculated the distance in his head, factoring in an hour nap. "I can be there in six hours."

"I have class in six hours. But I'll send you a time and place where we can have privacy. As for you, Red Robin, will you be coming here with Hood or would you rather go straight to Tucker?"

"We'll split up. I need the computer."

Jason huffed. Of course Tim would be most interested in the tech.

Jazz explained what school this Tucker went to and sent over a photo of him. Tim was already pulling up his class schedule and record of his habits.

"I can be there in a few hours as well and make contact tomorrow."

"Great. And gentlemen?"

"Yeah?" they chorused.

"If it turns out I was wrong to trust you?" Her tone was light and conversation. "Your bodies will never be found. My friends and I have been keeping Amity safe from ghosts and ghost hunters alike for the past three years on our own. We have access to resources you can't even imagine. And if we are no longer held back by the fear of putting both Dannys in more danger, well, we can do a lot of damage."

"Yes, ma'am," Jason commented, impressed. "You can trust us."

"I hope you're not lying," she said before disconnecting the call.

Jason let out a whistle. "I like her."

Tim huffed a laugh. "Of course you do. You know, this could only happen to us. What are the chances of a wrong number text reaching one of us?"

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Far away in a tower in another dimension, a being smiled even as his appearance changed from that of a child to a middle aged man to an elderly man.

"Just a little longer, my Prince," he said as he watched the time stream fix itself.

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I don't know when or if I'll be able to write more for this. (I have a few other wips I'm trying to focus on.) So if anyone wants to add to it, you're more than welcome!

DPxDC Prompt: Wrong Number Jazz edition

Based on this amazing post I saw

"Danny, it's been a week. Sam said you took the phone with this number. Everything alright?"

"Please. It's been a month now. I just want to know if you are alive."

"I won't look for you. I know I promised. But you promised to check in."

"The funeral was today. They didn't attend, forgot what day it was."

"I miss you."

Jason came back from a Outlaw out-of-the-grid mission finding messages from an Unknown number. A quick check gave him a name and address, and also news about a missing little brother. The more he searched the fishier it all looked.

Good thing he didn't unpack his things yet.

[cobalt-axolotl]

**Interaction Log: Dr. Alto Clef and Malcom (PoI-XXXX)**

**Date:** [DATE]

**Location:** Site-██, Secure Interview Room

**Participants:**

- Dr. Alto Clef (Foundation Senior Researcher)

- Malcom (PoI-XXXX, Reality Bender)

**Objective:** To conduct an interview and gather information regarding PoI-XXXX's reality-bending abilities and potential connections to anomalous entities.

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**Dr. Clef:** Good [TIME OF DAY], Malcom. I trust you're comfortable?

**Malcom:** Sure, whatever. What's this about?

**Dr. Clef:** We're here to discuss your unique abilities, Malcom. Our records indicate that you have a history with various anomalous entities. Care to elaborate?

**Malcom:** (nonchalantly) Yeah, I mess around with weird stuff. What's it to you?

**Dr. Clef:** Our concern lies in understanding the extent of your reality-bending capabilities. You've interacted with SCP objects, such as SCP-XXXX and SCP-YYYY. What's your perspective on these anomalies?

**Malcom:** Those things? Just random junk, nothing special. A box of spiders, a jar of pennies — just everyday items.

**Dr. Clef:** (leaning forward) Malcom, our research indicates otherwise. These anomalies exhibit anomalous properties beyond mundane understanding. How do you reconcile your perception with the empirical evidence?

**Malcom:** (smirking) Evidence is overrated, Doc. I see things differently, that's all.

**Dr. Clef:** (raising an eyebrow) Let's cut to the chase. How do you explain your apparent influence on anomalies like SCP-XXXX and SCP-YYYY?

**Malcom:** (leaning back) Look, I don't explain it. It just happens. Like, I think about it, and bam, reality bends. Simple as that.

**Dr. Clef:** (nodding) So, your reality-bending abilities are instinctive?

**Malcom:** (shrugging) Call it what you want. It's just the way things work for me.

**Dr. Clef:** (leaning back) Interesting. Have you ever encountered entities that resist or counteract your reality-bending?

**Malcom:** (smirking) Nah, nothing like that. I'm the one pulling the strings, Doc.

**Dr. Clef:** (leaning forward again) What if I told you we could provide you with more challenging anomalies to test your abilities?

**Malcom:** (raising an eyebrow) Challenging? You're welcome to try.

**Dr. Clef:** (smirking) Excellent. We may have some interesting endeavors for you, Malcom.

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**Conclusion:** The interaction between Dr. Alto Clef and Malcom reveals the reality bender's nonchalant attitude toward anomalies and a self-assured confidence in their abilities. Dr. Clef hints at potential collaboration, suggesting a cautious exploration of the dynamics between Malcom's reality-bending and Foundation interests. Further monitoring and research are recommended to better understand and potentially harness Malcom's abilities for containment and anomaly management.