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Canary, Part 45

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Marinette flinched awake when something cold and wet touched her forehead, but the movements were painful and sluggish and there was something heavy on her stomach so she didn’t get very far anyways. A hand grabbed her shoulder and pushed her back into place and her addled mind thought this was bad, bad, BAD but the punch she sent to the person’s shoulder was weak.

The person sighed deeply, and she faintly recognized the exasperated sound, before removing their hand and pressing the cold thing to her forehead again.

Now that Marinette was slightly more alert, she realized it was a wet towel.

Maybe they were going to waterboard her?

But, considering the circumstances and the fact that they had let go of her when asked (however impolite said request had been), she figured it was more likely that they were trying to help her.

Her eyelids felt like they weighed thousands of tons, but she forced them open and oh, it could get worse. For a moment her vision didn’t even seem to exist, only giving her a blackened and empty world, but then she blinked a few times and everything whirled back into color so quickly her head hurt.

Emma pushed herself off of Marinette’s stomach. “How’re you feeling?” she asked, and her voice was slightly off, there was a bit more of a drawl to her words.

Her eyebrows pinched until her mind processed that this was what she sounded like when speaking in French.

“I think death would be nicer,” Marinette croaked. She tried to turn over in bed, because her current spot was drenched with sweat, but all that did was make her consider the pros and cons of throwing up. (Pros: fuck. Cons: fuuuuuck.) She opted not to and let herself fall right back into place.

Her eyes narrowed into slits where they watched the ceiling, but it was hard to tell if she was glaring or just unable to keep her eyes open properly anymore.

“You’re so dramatic,” Emma teased lightly.

Marinette’s eyes narrowed even more. Or maybe she was just taking a very long blink. Who knew.

Something settled on top of her shoulder and she blinked over at Tikki.

Her lips pulled into a scowl. “It’s today, isn’t it?”

“Sorry, Marinette,” said Tikki, reaching out to pat her cheek as if that made up for the fact that the kwami’s very existence meant that Marinette had to go through the worst pain of her life every five years. It did not. The fact that Tikki granted her invulnerability to almost anything, however, did. So, she softened her cold look and forced herself to start trying to sit up.

Adrien was sitting on the other end of the bed, hugging a trash bin in his lap. His hair hung limp around his face like a mop and his skin was paler than she had ever seen it. When you added in the large white shirt he wore, he looked like a ghost.

Death would be nicer, she had said.

She glanced down at his blue-tinted lips and then worked at flexing her stiff fingers.

Death would not be nicer, because they were dead. Every five years the kwamis would have to recharge, which meant that all of the powers and abilities they granted their holders disappeared, and that left their holders in a sticky situation – for Marinette and Adrien had endured far too much to still be alive. Marinette was worse off… the multiple poisoning attempts, constant fighting, and disregard for her own health meant that her kwami had saved her quite a lot of what she had originally assumed were ‘close calls’ before Jonathan’s research proved otherwise. Adrien had spent a decent amount of time holed up trying to find her, and therefore was just suffering from the many normal bouts of sickness that Plagg had been kind enough to get rid of (and maybe the stab wound Talon had so lovingly provided three weeks prior, but who hadn’t been stabbed at least once?).

And Marinette knew that this was much better than the alternative, but that didn’t mean she liked what was going on. It was kind of inconvenient, being dead.

Still, they were lucky. If Emma had been checking for breathing or a pulse, she would have likely called a morgue before they had been able to wake up.

“Hey, look, the bug’s awake,” said Plagg.

She blinked at the kwami that was currently riding the fan like a merry-go-round. How dare he enjoy himself while they were dying – dead – over here?

She stuck her tongue out.

Plagg returned the gesture before swinging the fan around faster.

Marinette rolled her eyes. You’d think that billions of years of life would make someone mature, but here Plagg was, playing with a fan of all things.

She turned to look for Adrien again so he could share her exasperation.

His eyes were dazed and she was pretty sure he hadn’t even noticed the rapid movement above their heads, but he tried for a smile when he saw she was looking.

She flipped him off. No reason, really, she was just suffering and wanted to take it out on him. She was going to follow this gesture with a joke that he was bad luck to soften the blow (she wasn’t that mean) but the sudden movement made her vision spin and she quickly found herself on the floor. Karma, probably.

Emma leaned over the bed, frowning. “Are you okay?”

“I meant to do that,” Marinette informed her.

Adrien huffed. “She’s fine.”

She made a mental note to punch him when she got up from the floor. But that would not be for a while, both because the floor was pleasantly cold and her body currently wasn’t all that intent on responding to her.

Emma sighed and slipped out of bed. “Now that you two are awake… Ara and I have work to get to. I’ve called the bats to help you, they should be getting here soon. Try not to kill each other in the ten minutes before they get here.”

“If I killed him you would never be able to prove it was me.”

“I don’t like murder.”

Emma rolled her eyes. “You’re both exhausting.”

With that, Emma was out the door.

Marinette waited a few minutes before reluctantly rolling herself to her feet. It did nothing to help the fact that her stomach was rolling around within her, but she didn’t care as she stumbled her way into the bathroom.

She could hear Adrien give a small groan before the bed creaked and he must have spilled out of bed because there was a series of dull thuds.

She didn’t wait for him, instead she started a bath.

The door swung wider as Adrien crashed into it. She barely even bothered to glance up, and even then it was only to make sure he didn’t crash into her next.

“What’re you doing?”

“Drowning myself, obviously,” she said sarcastically.

He didn’t seem to catch on to the sarcasm. “We aren’t breathing right now.”

She turned and gave him an exasperated look.

It seemed to click in his mind that joking was a thing and he forced a laugh. “Oh. Duh. Right. Baths. I’ll…wait for everyone to show up, then.”

Marinette waved him off and then climbed into the cold water, fully clothed. It wasn’t that bad, to be honest. She had certainly dealt with worse before. It was better than taking a dip in Gotham Harbor to quickly get blood off. She wasn’t wearing socks, wet socks are the worst.

She closed her eyes.

It was strange, being dead. This was only her third time experiencing it… she wasn’t used to it. She didn’t appreciate it.

It didn’t make sense, not really. Her skin was burning and yet bodies were always uncomfortably cold to the touch. She could talk but didn’t breathe. Sweat soaked her skin and bile churned in her stomach but her physical processes shouldn’t be working. It was all strange and distinctly wrong and she didn’t appreciate not understanding things.

Jonathan would have a field day if he found out about this, she thought idly.

Her eyes opened slowly when she felt something touch her nose and she found herself submerged in the water. Disgust curled under her skin. Even if she knew that she couldn’t be any more dead than she was in that moment, the idea of drowning didn’t sit that well with her.

She forced herself to sit up more. Tikki floated away, carried by the tiny waves her movement caused in the water. Marinette reached over and picked her up, reminded strangely of the little bath toys that her mom had given her to play with when she was a baby.

The door to the bedroom banged open, pulling her from her thoughts. She laid low in the water again, her eyes narrowing.

There was no screaming, but that wasn’t a safe thing to rely upon.

Tikki zipped into hiding and Marinette dislodged the knife in her mouth.

The door to the bathroom opened with just as much fervor.

And, standing in the doorframe was Edward Nygma. His eyes were wild and his grip on his cane was tight and she couldn’t help but be reminded of the day she met him. But, instead of pointing a gun at her, he lowered the cane to lean on it heavily and said in clumsy French:

“Oh, you’re safe. Good. Okay.”

His shoulders slumped a little with relief, and then he turned his head to say something else. Marinette didn’t catch much of it, the language he spoke wasn’t something she knew naturally and Tikki’s help with foreign languages was noticeably absent when she was dead.

But she did catch a name: Jon.

Jonathan practically materialized in the doorway. He was holding Adrien in his arms like he was a baby and not a fully grown adult. Like Edward, his eyes were alight as he stood in the doorway, but instead of the anger that had twisted Edward’s expression, Jonathan seemed delighted.

“Adrien has informed me of… something interesting.”

It’s too early for this. That’s what Duke had been thinking for the past hour.

His day had started out perfectly fine and then it quickly nosedived the moment he set his eyes on two Rogues… which was typical.

What was less typical, however, was that the Rogues were outside his house.

Duke paused, gripping the strap of his backpack tighter, and, briefly, considered turning right back around. His early-morning class had been rough, and he was set to start patrols soon… but then they caught sight of him and all hopes of a normal (or, rather, ‘normal’, because his normal is far removed from everyone else’s) day flew out the window.

He stood perfectly still as they approached, as if they were T-rexes and standing still enough would stop them from noticing the kid wearing a bright red flannel that was about three sizes too big. But they were quick to make their way over.

Duke looked between Edward Nygma and Jonathan Crane warily.

“Am I being kidnapped?” he asked, keeping his tone conversational.

Jonathan waved him off. “Probably not.”

Duke wasn’t fond of the ‘probably’ or the strange glint in the man’s eyes... but at least it was better than a ‘yes.’ He nodded. “Cool. What can I do for you two?”

“Where are my babies?” Edward asked. His tone was sarcastic. The way he eyed Duke as if he could find his ‘babies’ hidden in his pockets was… less sarcastic.

“Um… inside,” said Duke carefully, pretty sure he was missing something. “We’re not supposed to be letting people in, though.”

Jonathan sighed. “First of all, why do you think that would stop us?”

Fair point.

“Second of all!” said Edward. “We just want to make sure they’re okay.”

“... If you’re scared my dad is going to adopt them, I don’t think he’s going to,” Duke said. He was careful to avoid saying that Bruce would never do so, because he couldn’t promise that, but he doubted that Bruce would ever be able to beat Edward and Jonathan if it ever came to a custody battle.

(Also, Duke was pretty sure that Tim would have a couple complaints about it.)

“You little –.”

Jonathan sighed and elbowed… (his co-parent?) Edward. “I don’t think he knows.”

“‘Knows’?” Repeated Duke, his lips tugging dowards in a frown. He pulled out his phone and checked his messages…

Ah. It seems that Marinette and Adrien had gotten ill.

He looked between the two men. ‘First of all, why do you think that would stop us?’ Jonathan had said. He considered this for a moment.

Well, at least he got to leave for patrols in an hour.

He sent a quick text to his family to warn them – not because he thought they had left any of their vigilante gear out, they weren’t stupid enough to do that when Canary was around, just because he figured they might need to prepare themselves – before letting them inside.

Ten minutes later, the Waynes had two doors off their hinges, two very sick metas, and two Rogues threatening a colony of very tired bats.

Batman looked more tired than Duke had ever seen him, which was insane considering Duke couldn’t even see the top half of his face with the cowl on. “You can not take them. The Court is after them. They’re safest here.”

“Yeah, because they clearly haven’t been poisoned,” snapped Edward.

“‘M fine,” said Adrien. But the fact that he was slurring his words and speaking between dry heaves made for quite a few skeptics.

Marinette curled tighter in the coat that Jonathan had dropped on top of her within about five seconds of seeing her. Duke had thought it kind of rude, but she seemed rather happy to string shaky arms through the holes and bury her face in it. Now, she barely lifted her head so her voice wouldn’t be muffled: “Not poisoned, poison doesn’t work on us, remember?”

Jason crossed his arms over his chest. Gesticulating wasn’t something he did much when out of the mask, but when you’re wearing a face covering it’s necessary to have overdramatic body language to get your point across. “So you two just so happened to get sick for the first time in years on the exact same day.”

“... yes. Listen, it’s a meta thing.”

That might have explained why Jonathan looked like he was about five minutes away from bursting into confetti… but Duke called bullshit.

“Signal is fine,” Jason said for him, because Duke hadn’t been able to slip away to change and therefore couldn’t do it himself.

“Good for him, he got a better deal,” said Marinette, scowling. “I’m not lying. It’s in my best interest not to right now. In case those ugly white domino lenses have finally made you go blind: I’m kinda sick right now, and I want it to stop.”

A good point, he supposed.

“I mean, your identity would be at risk if you gave them a sample of your DNA,” Jonathan pointed out.

Only for Duke to shrug and say: “Everyone here already knows who she is.”

It was silent for a moment.

And then Duke learned, very quickly, that not everyone knew who she was.

Jonathan and Edward turned on her in perfect unison. “THEY WHAT?!”

Marinette was not pouty, no matter what her friends might say. No, even if she scowled at the ground and drew Jonathan’s jacket tighter around herself when her two kind of adoptive dads insisted on testing her vitals to make sure she was okay, it wasn’t a petty thing. She had just… been cold. She was sick. That was believable.

And, listen, she knew that they weren’t the type to betray her. She was paranoid, she knew, but she wasn’t stupid. If they had wanted to betray her they would have done it already.

But, even knowing all this, she couldn’t help but remember the last time a Rogue had figured out her identity. She couldn’t help but think about how they had been almost worryingly quick to kill off Gabriel Agreste – they had only known Adrien for around a month at that point.

She reminded herself that Riddler and Scarecrow both wanted to adopt Canary, and that they (probably) knew that killing her parents wasn’t the best way to go about that if they didn’t want her to immediately go to Batman purely to spite them.

Marinette rested her nose in the collar of the jacket she had been given. She was pretty sure that Jonathan sprayed his clothes with extra cologne right before he headed out to see her, and it was appreciated. It was nice to have clothes that smelled like her friends on her bad days, it meant she could pretend that she was wrapped up in their arms without any of the hassle of being touched.

And god did she need a ‘hug’ right then. She really couldn’t think of a way to play off any of the information that was about to be revealed. Jonathan and Edward would figure out who she actually was, and the bats might just realize that her body was strange in the same way that Adrien’s was.

She squinted over at the bats that were currently there. Batman and Hood. Maybe she could get them to fight? But she was pretty sure that Red Robin was supposed to be showing up sometime soon, too…

Marinette blinked and offered her arm when prompted by Edward, her gaze slipping away from the bats to the lab equipment that the bats had provided for them to test the two miraculous holders for poison.

A cuff wrapped around her arm and she flinched. Ah. They were checking blood pressure. That wasn’t going to be good.

She kept her gaze determinedly away from the analytics that blared that no pulse could be found, instead focusing on the way Alfred Pennyworth’s wrinkles seemed to deepen as he stared at the screen, both aware of what this meant and uncomprehending of what he was seeing.

“... huh,” said Edward quietly. He moved on to Adrien, and found the same results. He scratched his head.

Marinette rolled her eyes. “As you can see, we’re fine –.”

“Literally the opposite of what that screen right there says,” Red Hood snarked.

“And our physiology is too weird for you humans, so can we please go back to suffering in our room?”

“No,” snapped Jonathan, and he was met by six eyes rolling skyward courtesy of Marinette, Edward, and Adrien. He forced himself to pull back a facade of calm. “I mean… we have to figure out what’s wrong with you, right?”

“But M’lady and I already know,” Adrien said, his lips parting in a sigh that didn’t exist.

“Would you please share with the class, then?” Duke said, apparently choosing to channel his professors in the wake of information that simply shouldn’t be.

Marinette pressed her lips together thinly, thinking.

Adrien held no such reservations: “Basically, the gods that sponsor us are having an off day. So, we have to go through all the stuff we were supposed to experience in the five years since their last break.”

It was silent for a moment.

“Us?” Repeated Batman.

The moment they were alive again, Marinette was going to murder Adrien.

She forced herself to pull a facade of calm (it was better than Jonathan’s, he was practically vibrating out of his skin, but there was a slight tremor in her hands that she couldn’t seem to stop) and turned to look at Adrien. “I’m surprised you’re like this –.” She carefully avoided using the word ‘dead’ aloud. “– when you’ve been behind a computer for the last few years.”

“Mas –... Fu wanted me to check out the League of Assassins, because their whole ‘Lazarus Pit’ thing was ungodly or whatever.”

“Got that right,” said Red Hood, raising a hand in an imaginary toast. He didn’t seem all that perturbed by this new information, or maybe he hadn’t processed anything weird, but she couldn’t really tell because of that stupid helmet.

Marinette smiled. “Oh, you’ve met the League, too?”

“I think ‘met’ is being polite about it.”

“Clearly.” She motioned to the… everything about his current state. “Who got sent after you? Couldn’t have been ‘Lady’, you’re okay-ish, so… just a random grunt? Lame.”

“‘Lady’?” Repeated Adrien, raising an eyebrow.

“Uh… the head guy’s daughter. She won’t tell me her name.”

“Oh. Lady Talia.”

Talia… Al Ghul… Something itched at the back of her mind and she frowned, contemplating this. She swore she had read that name somewhere but her head pounded too much to make sense of such a vague warning. She squeezed her eyes shut, trying to concentrate…

Duke pinched the bridge of his nose. “You two have the same kind of meta powers?”

She snapped back to attention. Shit. Distraction hadn’t worked. Not that she had thought it would – at least not for long – but she still didn’t have much of an excuse.

“I mean, yeah, if we’re looking for miraculous holders obviously I have to be able to protect myself,” Marinette said, rolling her eyes. “I’m a temp holder.”

Batman grunted in disbelief.

Marinette’s shoulders slumped. Yeah, she hadn’t really thought that would work.

She glanced over at Adrien and smacked him over the back of the head. “I’m going to curse you to never speak again.”

“Owwwwww,” he complained quietly, resting his forehead on the rim of the cold puke bucket that he refused to let go of. “I don’t get why you’re even scared. It’s not like they’re going to shout it to the world or anything.”

“But it’s an advantage that I’ve lost.”

“Because you totally would have used it at some point,” Adrien snarked, lifting his head to stick his tongue out at her.

She scowled and hit him over the head again just so she could watch him hit his head on the rim of his bucket. “Besides, outing people is wrong, y’know.”

He rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to respond.

Only to be cut off by a new, slightly perturbed voice that said, “Outing you? You’ve been out as bi since you got pushed off a roof because you were too busy staring at Ivy…”

She glanced over at Red Robin. He was standing in the doorway with a confused look. She mirrored it – not because she didn’t understand, but because she thought it would be funny to let the misunderstanding continue.

“Unless you’re coming out as…” He searched for the French word, but couldn’t seem to find it. “... asexual,” Red Robin said after a couple of moments of thought. “That would have been messed up of him to do.”

Marinette’s eyebrows knit, now.

She turned to Adrien. His English was limited, but it was far better than hers.

He seemed to be thinking, too… and then he snapped his fingers. “Oh! Like some plants do! They can reproduce without having a partner.”

“Sounds like something Emma would do,” Marinette mused.

Adrien nodded.

… it seems they were wrong, though. Jonathan looked embarrassed on their behalf (rude), and Duke’s shoulders were shaking with silent laughter (ruder), and Red Hood was outright pointing and laughing (rudest). Batman, as always, wore a serious look. Red Robin, it seemed, was the only person on their side.

(Edward was still concentrating on the screen in front of him. Which was good, Marinette would never hear the end of it if he found out she didn’t know something.)

After a couple of moments, Red Hood explained for them: “Asexuality is when your sex drive is lower than average. What that means depends on who you’re talking about. Sometimes it’s a straight up repulsion to sex, sometimes it’s just a lower sex drive, sometimes it means you don’t care either way and will go with what your partner wants, sometimes it’s not being attracted until you know the person well… there’s also aromanticism, which is the same thing but for romance… being aromantic doesn’t mean you’re asexual and vice versa…” He gave a tiny chuckle. “It’s complicated and confusing, but when is attraction not?”

Marinette stared for a couple of seconds before cringing. “I’d… rather not...”

“That’s fine,” Red Robin said quickly. “We don’t have to talk about that.”

She’d rather not think about it either. She’d never really stopped to consider whether her repulsion to sex was natural or not, she had just assumed it was due to Chat Blanc and mentally let the subject drop. She didn’t want to wonder, nor was she sure whether it even mattered if it was because of that. She didn’t know how to ask, either. Did she even want to know?

Red Robin floundered for a while before bringing them back on subject: “Wait, if you’re not coming out as ace, then what did you mean by ‘outing’?”

Duke and Marinette both winced, though she had no clue why Duke was wincing.

“She is a miraculous holder,” Batman explained shortly.

“Probably Ladybug,” added Red Hood. “Chaton versus M’lady… add on the fact that she’s the only old holder that hasn’t been identified – outside of Chat Noir, but…” He motioned vaguely to Adrien. “... yeah – so that’s all that’s left.”

Red Robin’s face lit up, however. “I got to go and brag to Signal that I was right, I’ll be back soon.”

Marinette wanted to question him on what he meant by the words ‘I was right’, because that implied he had somehow known… but Red Robin was already rushing out, pulling a phone from his utility belt as he went.

Duke sighed lightly and pinched the bridge of his nose. He pulled out his phone and checked the time. “I gotta go work on a project, so I’m gonna take my leave. Also, you guys raise my blood pressure and I want to live past 30.”

That was fair. Marinette and Adrien waved him off, however weakly.

A couple of moments passed in relative silence. Marinette closed her eyes and leaned back. She felt Tikki zip out of her pocket to come sit on her lap and gave the kwami a couple of short pats on the head before allowing her mind to drift.

“There is no poison!” Edward loudly declared after an indeterminate amount of time, and that was the moment everyone in the room remembered that he only spoke a little bit of French.

Jonathan rested a hand on Edward’s shoulder, which would have been a nice gesture if the other hand wasn’t stifling laughter (poorly). “Oh honey… we are so far past that…”

Tim walked back in just in time to see Marinette and Adrien having a fistfight on the floor.

“Uh… should I come back later?” He asked, glancing over at Jason.

Jason shrugged. “They’re fighting over the puke bucket.”

“Get them another one.”

Bruce grunted and tapped his foot against the second bucket that lay on the floor, perfectly pristine.

“... oh. So, it’s just a normal sibling fight?” He asked, just to clarify.

Marinette and Adrien stopped, which was probably a good thing because Marinette’s hands were closed around Adrien’s neck.

“We are not siblings,” they snapped in unison.

Their gazes turned on each other again and their scowls deepened.

They were back to fighting. Well, that was short-lived.

Tim glanced over at Jonathan and Edward, who were still looking over the results with interest.

“Are you two… going to do something about your kids fighting?”

“Nah,” Jonathan waved him off.

Edward shrugged. “The fighting is good for them, it builds character.”

Tim frowned and watched Adrien twist Marinette’s head to an angle that definitely wasn’t good for her. “They’re trying to kill each other. Like… actually kill each other.”

“It’s fine, they’re already dead,” Jonathan said absently.

Tim’s eyebrows knit together. He glanced at Jason for an explanation, who signed the words ‘I’ll explain later’. He sighed.

“I’ll get Marinette, you get Adrien?”

Jason shrugged.

Tim grabbed Marinette by the back of her coat and Jason hooked his arms around Adrien’s stomach and they yanked the pair apart. Adrien huffed and crossed his arms, Marinette went limp.

The two brothers glanced at each other. They really hadn’t thought they would just… let this happen.

He looked down at his respective miraculous holder and sighed. “I’ll take her to go play video games in the living room or something until she feels better, she doesn’t seem like she needs to puke as much. You should probably just set Adrien in their bathroom and watch him.”

Jason shrugged and shouldered Adrien.

Tim dropped Marinette and she seemed rather calm now that Adrien was no longer in the room. She did sway a little on her feet, though, and Tim considered grabbing the nearest chair. “What do you want to do?”

“I can take care of myself, Red,” she huffed.

“I know, but you don’t have to,” Tim shrugged.

She rolled her eyes just slightly, some color returning to her remarkably pale face. “Video games are fine, I guess.”

He allowed her to lead him through the house, his hands clasped together behind his back to make sure he didn’t try and catch her if she swayed too much. As much he wanted to sling one of her arms over his shoulders – or to just pick her up and carry her – he figured it was probably a bad idea. Between the illness and the sudden questioning of her sexuality (he felt kind of bad about that) there was no way she was going to be comfortable with touching at the moment.

They collapsed on the couch – Marinette, admittedly, with much less grace – and he fished out some controllers from the cabinet marked ‘consoles’. He then turned to the wide catalog of games.

“What do you want to play?”

She gave him a blank look.

He thought for a moment. She had enjoyed Animal Crossing, and Cass and Damian had mentioned her liking Minecraft well enough, so relaxing games were good… but she had also liked Undertale and its characters…

He found Stardew Valley and handed her a controller.

He grabbed one for himself and then, after struggling to sit on the couch between his wings (Marinette had ‘lovingly’ called them ‘showgirl wings’ and he was about five seconds away from removing them from his costume) and the bo staff strapped to his back.

She settled, moving the jacket so it was draped over her like a blanket. “Didn’t know you played video games.”

“When I get the time,” he said quietly.

“Awwww, look at that, Red Robin does have a personality hidden under all that boring.”

“I’m going to leave.”

“Nooooo, the Waynes don’t let me use their stuff without permission because they think I’ll steal – I probably would but that’s not the point here – so I need someone else to get in trouble with me.”

He rolled his eyes even though he knew she couldn’t see it behind his domino. “I’m honored.”

“You should be. Not everyone gets to get in trouble with me,” she said, batting her eyelashes even as a smirk played across the rest of her face.

A grin tugged at his own lips. “Yeah, they get to take the fall for you instead.”

“See? You get it.”

“Can we please leave the customization menu?” Red Robin asked after she had spent ten minutes finding the worst color combinations possible.

“No.”

“We love an anticapitalist game.”

“It’s more anti-corporation,” Red Robin corrected absently. “Money is still important.”

“Anticapitalist.”

“Okay.”

“That rock is so tiny the game should just let me jump it.”

“It doesn’t work like that, you have to mine it.”

“No. It’s offended me. I’m leaving it there.”

“It’s offended you so you don’t want to hit it into oblivion?”

“Exactly.”

“He really can do only three things before passing out.”

“Mood.”

“Dibs on Abigail,” said Red Robin.

Marinette rolled her eyes. “You can't have ‘dibs’ on a person, you don’t own people.”

“Abigail is a game character, not a real person… and I just did.”

“This is sexism.”

“Oh, hush.”

“I would die for Maru.”

“You can marry her.”

“Fucking nice. Dibs.”

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Yummmmmm: Canary is sick, I will ask her to impart some wisdom upon us

TheBetterCanary: nif e

DeadHood: She has spoken.

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#some kind of bug #i hope you all know im so proud of this pun #as i am with all my puns #especially the bad ones #like this one <3 #also if dc gets to be fucky with timelines then so do i :) as a treat #also because im bad at math #canary #maribat #timinette #shutterbug #timari #timmari #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #red robin #tim drake

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sntoot · 2 years

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i think its a great idea to shove the broken pieces of your best friends soul into a random body! i think nothing could go wrong from that and your friend’s already fucked up soul getting put back together couldn’t possibly have any side effects! no dont worry solus, its definitely not what an extremely depressed and desperate person would do, i promise,

some people have emet n azem divorce stories, i have emet selch put azem back together a few too many times and its starting to show stories. (hestia’s aether is warped enough anyways that it would force their vessel into slowly returning to their original body. i mean, i assume that basic reasoning is why solus has a white strip to his hair, but hestia has The Issues (tm) so theirs goes faster)

#tbh i havent done the math to actually make this a real thing for the timeline but its fun to play around with #plus i havent designed an outfit in a long time and having a bunch of really similar examples made it not too hard to do #it was kind of fun to try and go backwards in time on garlean fashion too #tbh i could have made the casualish outfit more complicated but hestia just doesnt care that much about decorations #my art tag #ffxiv #shb spoilers #hestia/azem's tag #emet selch

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doing the math. all for this stupid fic. 11/13 months a year have 59 days, whereas the other 2 have 58. the beginning of the game is on rem-decan 23, nd2018, which is the very beginning of the year. the very end of the game is at the end of nd2020, so we can assume its lorelei decan & towards the end of the month, which would make it being 3 years make sense.

#.text #this also means that in our terms of the year luke is born on the equivalent of christmas/new years which is rlly fucking funny #and very fitting for him #i had to do math for this one 😕#making a solid timeline while i replay tales of the abyss like some kind of freak #now. before anyone says anything. i KNOW months can have different number of days. but.#its easier for me to pretend its all the same rather than scramble to figure out what it really is #that is too much math. my head already hurts. i cannot do this.#tales of the abyss

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silverislander · 9 months

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holy fuck. google docs ate my entire character/planning/worldbuilding document for neri. it's all gone

#i clicked on an old link to it and it said it had been DELETED which i know i didnt do #i checked the trash too. its completely gone #thats months if not years worth of work down the drain #thats their entire first character draft. thats all of my notes on their family city and culture #thats everything i had on their TWELVE FUCKING SIBLINGS. full names ages jobs and family. all of it #thats my timeline of their life and explanation for the backstory playlist i made last year #that took so long to make. im not even sad yet i just think im in shock #levi.txt #thats also so much important info i gave the dm :( this will affect him too #im going to have to scrounge through other documents + discord for crumbs to build this back from the ground up #like i cannot stress enough how much work i put into them and how proud i was of it #im kind of devastated rn. ik this isnt a big deal in the grand scheme of life but man. that meant a lot to me #i had lists of things they believed about humans and so much info on triton culture that I MADE UP #THEY HAD 12 FULLY FLESHED OUT SIBLINGS I DID THE MATH FOR THEIR FUCKING AGES

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britcision · 3 months

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GANG I AM SURE IT IS OLD NEWS BUT I HAVE BEEN DOING MATH AND LEMME TELL YOU A FUCKING THING

EXHIBIT A: MITHRUN’S TIMELINE PER THE DUNGEON GUIDE

EXHIBIT B: KABRU’S TIMELINE PER THE DUNGEON GUIDE

EXHIBIT C: MILSIRIL’S COMIC PER THE DUNGEON GUIDE

HYPOTHESIS: Milsiril was bare minimum visiting, caring for, and feeding Mithrun at points in his timeline between year 480 (trying to recover) and 500 (appointed as a captain - this is also noted to have happened immediately when he was fit for work, since they were running out of people)

In the comic, Milsiril specifically references Utaya (year 499, from Kabru’s timeline - it’s the only demon incident in Utaya), as she uses the incident with the demon in Utaya to get Mithrun to eat and get his act together

Kabru lived with Milsiril in the elven capital from year 499 to 510

Milsiril specifically dislikes and avoids other elves… now with the apparent exception of Mithrun, who she thinks she might have quite liked pre-nuking

Milsiril would not want to go to Mithrun’s family estate and deal with his entire family every time to take care of him… and they may not have been keen on her dolls or cooking

The only thing we know about Mithrun and his family is that he hated his brother, and visits him every five years (brother has extended a permanent invitation for Mithrun to visit any time pretty sure Mithrun overestimates how much his brother cared/noticed he didn’t like him)

His parents deadass aren’t mentioned except to note that he’s the bastard child, and his parents ignored his older brother. There’s an implication here that they preferred Mithrun… until they sent him to a death squad

Milsiril has a repeatedly-mentioned tendency to take in strays, usually kids of short-lived peoples, and strong nurturing instincts that may/may not be pretty dehumanizing

CONCLUSION: there is a non-zero chance that Mithrun and Kabru LIVED TOGETHER FOR A FUCKING YEAR post Utaya at Milsiril’s house and just didn’t even fucking notice

I am losing my mind

This is incredible

Mithrun deadass coulda been The Crazy Uncle In The Attic for a full fucking year

He was busy going feral and blaming himself for Utaya cuz it “could have been different” if he’d been there and recovered for the same fucking year THE LAST SURVIVOR OF UTAYA was in the next room

What kind of unhinged interactions did they have

Kabru was fucking SEVEN the state of Mithrun in that comic woulda fucking RETRAUMATIZED HIM any mention of him being a dungeon lord???? NOPE

We know from the changeling incident that Mithrun barely considered Kabru a distinct person so 0% chance he would ever put it together but KABRU

Kabru is an observant little thot and his favourite thing is making assumptions from his observations

Just a MENTION of Milsiril and Kabru shoulda been all up on that

Mithrun FULLY DID mention her as Milsiril the Gloomy when exposing his backstory and Kabru just… tossed every single name in the garbage

(Which, fair. Elves live a long time, the odds of there being only one Milsiril are 0% and she wasn’t all that gloomy with Kabru, and, frankly, he had bigger concerns named Laios Touden)

Ugh too much too many bits Otta’s comic includes them actually talking about his adoptive mom but without names they were SO CLOSE I am going insane

Fanfiction

So much fanfiction

It MUST be post Kabru/Mithrun this ship is all angst and tbh the whole “desiring someone who can’t desire” is only gonna consternate Kabru for so long so once that is done I want a slice of “WAIT A FUCKING SECOND you’re the guy in the attic???????”

#dungeon meshi #delicious in dungeon #dunmeshi #mithrun #mithrun dungeon meshi #kabru #kabru dungeon meshi #kabru/mithrun #but also LORE #milsiril #milsiril dungeon meshi #y’all have no idea i am eating this shit up

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bamsara · 9 months

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question regarding solar lunacy, more near future situations without spoiling too much.

regarding specific scenes, very heavily leaning on the cut scenes shown in the game. how would sun/moon be brought into these scenes with y/n?

sticking out to me, where moon has knocked freddy out cold, and dragging him into parts and service for interrogation.

will we be experiencing moons after math from some kind of "black out" after dragging freddy into the "protective cylinder" and y/n conducting the repair instead of greg?

or will we simply not be cool enough to share cannon events with freddy and greg?

additionally, moon is hunting greg through the game after very hour. will this be incorporated as well? (if able to answer without spoilers) how?

Oooh, some of this would require spoilers and/or some info that would need to be taken with light grain of salt as my current drafts aren't set in stone, and I'd be revising and changing things before the chapters release.

So I can't talk about the scene with Moon dragging Freddy away, or give you in-deph detail about the lights-off routine at the end of every hour and how that relates from game to fic (considering some things have changed in the fic compared to the game, like how Y/N inadvertently prevented Vanessa from being hired as a security guard, but that doesn't mean she's not in the pizzaplex still. Wink wink.) Somethings will be similar but not the same.

Most canon events will need to happen to some extent. I cannot tell you which ones or how true they will stay to the source material, but there will be destruction. As for the hunting procedure the animatronics have, this will still in place, but altered for the fic universe. I cannot talk about how this will work out without giving direct spoilers. But yes, Gregory (and the Reader) will be hunted by some animatronics.

For now, I put a lot of background details into SL that come back later, including: - The Daycare Attendant, (and Monty to an extent) have been working on their resistance to the virus for over a year now in fic timeline. The other animatronics, and staffbots, have not had this, even if their virus manifestations are able to be more hidden from the public (and the reader/narration.) - The reader (Y/N) is an employee and has shown to have the knowledge and clearance to work the breaker/manual power to turn On/Off the scheduled pizza plex's lights in the past before (see: chapter 6) as long as they can get to the controls to do so. - Thanks to Eclipse in chapter 13, there is currently a crack in the protective cylinder in Parts n Service.

There's others as well. There's foreshadowing of something in every chapter, even the early ones. I hope you're okay with me not spoiling stuff until then!

#solar lunacy #writings #writing stuff

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I played 999 recently at @xivu-arath's recommendation, and I had so much fun that (inspired by that one polygon video) I illustrated my liveblog about it!

If you haven't played 999 and you are even a little bit intrigued by a puzzle/mystery visual novel with multiple timelines that all guide you towards wild plot twists...probably don't read the text! 999 is the kind of story that is best experienced with no knowledge besides the basic premise.

Transcript below the cut:

Cormorant: characters in this game really just say shit like "have you heard the story about the crystallization of glycerin?"

as a matter of fact i haven't, june, please enlighten me

Storm: "I know we're stuck in a freezer but. let's talk about weird mythical science!"

Cormorant: it's also killing me that junpei is dressed like marty mcfly and isn't sharing any of his jackets

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Cormorant: this game is leading me to arrive at mathematical concepts on my own. what the heck

Storm: kshgushhsg

I take it you're having a good time then

Cormorant: trying to check lotus's work and it turns out that no matter what group i arrange to take through a door, the people left behind will always have the same digital root

so to get through door 7 with snake missing, i could either send a group with sum 16 (junpei, ace, clover, and june) or with sum 25 (clover, june, seven, and lotus), but it doesn't matter because the remainder always have root 9 and can't get through doors 3 or 8! wild!

Storm: yeah the numbers and which doors end up barred to you is so cleverly deliberate

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Cormorant: i'm glad i finally checked what novel mode meant, because this is way more fun

Santa cocked his head to one side, like an inquisitive bird, and looked at them.

After several long moments, during which it became apparent that Santa had no idea what the cards meant, June took pity on him.

i'll have to go back and redo the beginning after i get to the first ending

Storm: oh yeah! as I recall that was done differently when it was originally a dual screen game... but it's much better when in novel style. gimme all the descriptions

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Cormorant: I had a long day of sitting though presentations and so I entertained myself by calculating digital roots

I discovered that adding 9 or any multiple of 9 to a number has no effect on the digital root, which is awfully interesting bc I got to the part where snake gets killed. Assuming door 3 was opened with 12 and not 21, the options are 7+3 (motive?), 6+4 (they’d both have to be REALLY good actors), or 9+1. And if bracelets work without a body attached, and if ace picked it up in door 5…

That would be a really useful tool to get around the 3-person minimum without altering the digital root

I’m also very intrigued by the theory that zero is also in the game but I don’t know what to do with that yet

Storm: forlornly having to keep myself from saying literally anything

Cormorant: Understandable, please don’t give me any hints! I’m just calling shots for the joy of being wrong

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Cormorant: and how do you know that, my traitorous friend?

Santa: “The RED doesn’t need a person, you know.”

Santa: “All I need is the bracelet.”

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Cormorant: y’know what i think he’s bluffing. he does need June specifically and that’s why he refused to consider leaving her when they first found door 9. if all he needed was a hostage, he could have grabbed junpei and forced ace to come along, and then he would be dealing with two people under duress instead of three

i peeked at a guide and apparently i found the ending adjacent to the true ending(?) first, oh well. time to see the others!

santa: i said i don't want to leave seven alone

me: bud you can't do a heroic sacrifice too, it'll mess up all the math

reader, he was not doing a heroic sacrifice

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Storm: got any character opinions or theories to share so far?

Cormorant: hmm I’ve got soft spots for santa and lotus maybe just because they were in the first group I went with. I like that the game makes a point of showing that lotus is quick with the math/technical knowledge. I warmed up to clover and seven more than I expected to! I have no evidence to mistrust ace….but I don’t trust him

Snake died before I before I could say two words to him

Or…didn’t. Forgot clover said he didn’t

I got info about the previous experiments from clover and I wonder if we’re like…reenacting the past somehow? Experiencing morphogenetic resonance with the last voyage?

Again no evidence i just wonder where the pseudoscience is going

Storm: santa was so my type as soon as I started playing that I just picked all rooms with him on my first run skugrhsghu

Cormorant: AHAHA that makes me feel better about going “yeahhh door 4 I like the cut of this guy’s jib”

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Cormorant: “the bracelet comes off when your heart rate reaches zero” interesting then that we’ve brought up cryostasis

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Cormorant: i simply don't trust him not to have a spare bracelet in his pocket!!!

They climbed into the elevator and Junpei listened to it creak and rattle its way to the bottom deck. Only Junpei, Ace, and Lotus were left.

As the elevator rumbled out of sight, Ace spoke.

Ace: “Lotus, would you be so kind as to go with me?”

Cormorant: “bad end” YEAH I’LL SAY

Storm: lkksghr yeah there's a few of those!

Cormorant: santa was really quick to declare that he, june, and seven needed to go with clover. waht's his game

june and ace could have done it just as easily

Storm: they could have! good catch

maybe he just thinks seven is cooler than ace,

Cormorant: i'm imagining clover taking all her grisly trophies to the door only to find it already engaged, because lotus needed no persuading,

and regarding the true ending requirements, it's also funny that santa's like "i hate this bookmark! get it out of my sight!" and this is a huge help in junpei befriending the girl who's otherwise about to snap

Storm: load bearing bookmark

Cormorant: good thing you threw that tantrum bud or you would have been killed with an axe

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Cormorant: in my suspicions i forgot a critical detail, which is that he didn't actually go into the door with the body this time

of course seven has been propping doors open, so it really could have been anybody

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Cormorant: "where have these 16 boys and girls disappeared to?" eight for each game and then an experimenter? again with the idea that zero might be in the game...

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Cormorant: bad endings complete! on to the normal ending, which hopefully has less of junpei getting stabbed to death

puzzling over who could have done all those murders, especially in the sub ending...or did everyone get killed? clover thinks that snake's death was faked. or did snake do all the murders, since he was the only one unaccounted for?...and then i remember what kind of game i'm playing. can't discount the ice mummy as a suspect.

Storm: you truly cannot ignore the possibility of the ice mummy

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Cormorant: ah no, so santa's sister was the kid that died...

i can't figure out the connection between events! why did the last games have the veneer of a science experiment, while this one has no context given? why was it all kids last time, and a random mix of ages this time, with some repeat subjects?

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Cormorant: called it!!!!

Junpei: “Ace, Guy X, and the 9th Man’s bracelet.”

Junpei: “That was all you needed to open door [3].”

Cormorant: called it before i even got to an ending ehehe

what i’ve been saying!!

Ace: “(9) is a potent ally in the Nonary Game.”

Ace: “Adding (9) to any set of numbers won’t alter the digital root.”

Ace: “As you can see, (9) is a very useful number here.”

Ace: “With it, one can go anywhere, with anyone.”

Ace: “It is, I suppose you could say, a game changer.”

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Cormorant: okay, normal ending finished! junpei did not get stabbed but we also didn’t resolve much…I’m now thinking that ace with his pocket drugs could have easily played dead in the sub ending

glad to see that snake is okay and hopefully can stay okay in the true ending. where did clover get that riddle, and will she still have it?

0=6. how much do I read into this

still don’t understand how we get from here to santa hostage situation. he’s been so consistent about not even considering betraying or abandoning people, so either he’s a better actor than ace…or it’s staged. are he and june in cahoots

Storm: augh so close now!! soon I can actually say things

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Cormorant: O FUCK

Seven: “Santa’s always in the room with her. That’s what you’re saying, isn’t it?”

Snake: “Yes, that’s right.”

Clover: “What about it…?”

Snake: “That’s quite simple, really.”

Snake: “You told me that the first time you came to this room…”

Snake: “…Santa was the first to refuse to leave June behind.”

Snake: “Now, doesn’t that beg the question “why?” Why would Santa do such a thing?”

Snake: “The answer is easy.”

Storm: B)

Cormorant: i've been thinking of them as a pair because it makes the math easier! if you've got 3 + 6 + 8, just cross out the ones that make 9 and don't even bother with the addition, your root is 8

Storm: B) B) B)

Cormorant: but god!! they are a pair, do not separate (or the jig is up)

Storm: they hid it soooo well

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Cormorant: was wondering when we would see the last cradle guy and oh duh, he was guy X

i did think it was odd that santa phrased it as "i need to leave two of you behind" rather than "i need three of you to come with me," but if he was responsible for everything (most things?), he knew that snake was there, and he was setting up a group that could follow him. excited to see where this is going!

[dreamy sigh] this game is so elegant. what a little puzzle box

Storm: yeah it is, it's just so wonderfully crafted. so little is wasted!

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Cormorant: oh boy [akane vision label]

"through the morphic fieldset we were resonant, and we were as one" i don't think i've mentioned it before but i'm constantly pleasantly surprised by the narration in this game. it's not flashy but it's evocative in a way that's really working for me

Storm: this is where the port falls short a bit of the original version... the ds really worked well with this aspect

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Cormorant: the number of times i thought "this will be totally wrong but i'll say it to storm anyway"

hello??? [arrow pointing back to the message “I wonder if we’re like…reenacting the past somehow? Experiencing morphogenetic resonance with the last voyage?”]

Storm: Y E A H

Cormorant: laser-guided spitballing

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Cormorant: man i said that 4+6 would have to be really good actors if they were the ones that opened door 3...and while they didn't kill snake, i sure underestimated our queen of the stage akane kurashiki

the baseline was NOT where i thought it was

Storm: no one does it like her

#zero escape #999 #999 spoilers #'i'm calling shots for the joy of being wrong' <- girl who just correctly identified the murderer #i wanted to include more back-and-forth but i didn't have enough notes and illustrations to pad it. storm still got the last word in hehe #talk tag #THIS is what the waiting until the ink is dry post was about.#i went and got a new kneaded eraser because my old one was fossilized. are you all happy

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tkwrites · 6 months

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Messages - Quinn Hughes x ofc

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Title: Messages

Author: Tory / @tkwrites

Relationship: Pre-established: Quinn x Sarah

Warnings: smut (18+ only), mutual masturbation, phone sex (sort of)

Summary: Missing him something fierce, Sarah sends Quinn a video of herself in his bed.

Word count: 1,600

Comments: 2 stories in 2 days? Who am I? In all seriousness, this has been sitting in my drafts for a while, and tonight felt like a good night for it to go into the world.

This snapshot is way out of the beginning-ish timeline I’ve been sticking to for a while. Hope you enjoy!

Messages

A Quinn & Sarah Snapshot

Don’t listen until you’re alone.

Quinn was always interested when Sarah messaged him in the middle of the day. She was usually in school, so if she had something to say it was important.

This cryptic message, though, really piqued his interest.

A few seconds later, a video came through. The preview was black. He glanced around at the guys on the bus. No one seemed to be paying him any attention, and his airpods were in, so no one would overhear.

It was likely just her telling him a story with a lot of foul language. She always prefaced those this same way, not wanting anyone else to overhear despite his insistence that anyone he hung around with wouldn't be bothered.

So, he took the chance and pressed play.

Nothing changed. The screen stayed black, and it was quiet for a long while. He clicked to make sure it was playing. The progress bar at the bottom informed him there were two minutes left. The lighting was so dim, he wasn’t sure if he could see something in the top corner of the screen or not.

Then came the sound of her breathing - hitched, quick breaths that reminded him distinctly of being in bed with her. Tiny little moans followed. The kind that always made him want to make her really moan.

He gulped.

Eyes glued to the screen, Quinn listened as her breathy moans got louder.

Suddenly, it clicked. The video was of the ceiling. Of his ceiling. He could just make out the outline of the light fixture over his bed. The idea of her touching herself in his bed almost made him moan out loud.

His thoughts raced along with his heart.

He'd given her a key a few weeks before after she told him she liked to study there - it was so beautiful and so much quieter than her place or anywhere on campus. There was no point in it sitting empty while he was on the road, especially when she studied there when he was home, anyway.

Never in a million years had he thought she would be masturbating in his bed.

“Quinn,” her voice swam through his veins. His tongue felt heavy with the longing to kiss her and his suit pants grew uncomfortably tight.

Holy shit.

HOLY SHIT.

He clicked out of the video, cutting off her next words that sounded like they might be, "I wish-"

He couldn't listen to this here. They were just about to get to PNC. He would have to walk into the arena in less than 10 minutes with photographers and social media teams taking pictures and videos. He couldn’t walk off the bus with his lower half standing at attention like this. He’d be all over the internet in no time. Chirped by the team and his friends for the rest of his life.

Closing his eyes, he thought about swimming in the lake, taking a cold shower and his high school math teacher.

His body finally relaxed.

What the hell, Sarah? He messaged her then, ignoring the pull in his stomach to click on the video again. He could do it later, after a win over the Hurricanes. I’m on the bus.

I TOLD YOU TO LISTEN ALONE!

No one else heard. WHY would you send this in the middle of the day? And tell me not to watch it! Of course I’m watching it with that warning.

Deciding she ought to just be honest, Sarah chewed her lip as she typed, I didn’t want to lose the nerve. I felt like if I waited until tonight, I might chicken out. I thought you were in the arena already.

Quinn almost asked her why she was sending it in the first place. They’d had phone sex only once, and that was just two nights ago, when he had an evening off with no roommate and could catch her before bed with the time change. It had been exciting and awkward, but ultimately fulfilling for both of them. Even still, he didn't really expect it to happen again until his next road trip.

I’m sorry if I messed up your pre-game.

A smile melted onto his face. You didn't. Caught me off guard is all.

I did warn you.

“What’s got you blushing, Huggy?” Connor asked, leaning over to look at the phone screen.

At least 10 heads swiveled to look at him, and despite his attempts to remain cool, Quinn felt his face get warmer.

“Nothing,” he said, slipping his phone into his pocket.

Connor arched an eyebrow, but didn't press.

In the locker room, before putting his phone away, he sent her one last message before the game.

Miss you. Call you after.

Finally, alone in his hotel room after a hard fought win over the Hurricanes, Quinn called Sarah. It was nearly midnight in Vancouver. She might be sleeping, but he always called, even if just to leave a message.

“Hey,” she answered, voice husky and groggy.

“Hi.”

“How do you feel?”

“Better now,” he said sitting on the end of the bed, glad to be out of his suit and in his basketball shorts.

“You played so good tonight, Q.”

“Thanks,” he said. “How was your day?”

He knew he should let her go back to sleep, but he wanted to keep talking a little longer. Missing her was a physical thing to him now. An elephant in every hotel room.

“Fine,” she said before yawning loudly. “Nothing major to report.”

“Other than you sent me a video so I could hear you getting yourself off in my bed.” He tried to say it nonchalantly, but it still came out a little desperate.

She laughed. “True. That was a pretty big thing.”

“Why did you do it?” he asked. “Not that I'm complaining, but you've never done anything like this before."

Sarah rolled over, switching the phone to her other ear.

“Honestly? I'm ovulating and this morning I was so horny I couldn't concentrate on anything else. I missed you so much and your bed smells so much like you and I kept thinking, wouldn't it be hot if Quinn could hear me right now?”

He hummed.

“And then I thought, he could, technology is a thing. So I started recording and just kept thinking about you in your hotel room, getting off to the sound of me and my vibrator. And God, it was so hot. I mean, you know.”

“I don't,” he said, his voice pitched higher. He didn't even need her video. He was getting worked up right now.

“You haven't listened yet?”

“I haven't been alone.” It was the worst part of playing a team sport. He had so little time to himself.

She giggled, but it was interrupted by another yawn.

“Go back to sleep,” he said. “I'll call you tomorrow. Just wanted to say goodnight.”

“Night Quinn. I miss you.”

“I miss you too, Sarah. Four more days.”

“Four more days,” she repeated. “I can't wait to see you.”

“Me either. Get some sleep now.”

“Okay,” she murmured.

Hitting the end button, he flopped back on the bed and sighed. Before Sarah had come into his life, he would have been out partying, taking in the nightlife with the prospect of a late afternoon practice the next day, and nothing to worry about in the morning. Now, it felt pointless. He wanted Sarah. He didn’t want anyone else. He never really liked hookups, even when he was younger and single - it took him too long to open up to people - but traveling away from her was harder than he had expected.

He lay there for a minute thinking of her before his curiosity and excitement got the best of him and he played the video. Setting the phone next to him, he closed his eyes. It was easy to imagine her in his bed that morning, wanting him.

“Quinn,” she moaned, “I wish you were here.”

“I wish I was too,” he groaned, running his hand up and down his length that he’d pulled out of his shorts.

She began to grunt softly. It was something she always did when she was trying to get to the right spot or angle.

His breathing began to huff.

“Do you like it, Q?”

“Yes,” he all but moaned. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he was glad he’d clicked off the video earlier that day. If he’d gotten this far into it, he wasn't sure he could have stayed quiet.

Here, in the dim light of a nice hotel he didn’t remember the name of, the sound of the city all around him, Quinn let his mind focus on Sarah, imagining it was her hand on his hard cock rather than his own.

“I can’t wait to have you home, and have you inside me.”

His mind flew into a frenzy. He was never deleting this video.

She made a louder noise then, and whined, “Quinn, I’m so close.”

God, he was too.

The tell-tale sound of her coming orgasm spilled out of his phone - sheets rustling, panted breaths, little moans and mewls.

Her voice tipped high, and he knew she was riding a wave of pleasure.

He squeezed his hand, trying to get a more realistic feeling. Grunting, gutterally and deep, he spilled onto his own chest.

His breathing slowed down as he lay there, feeling his heart pound in his chest.

“I miss you, Quinn," she said before the phone went silent.

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bixbythemartian · 10 months

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This is About Oceangate

...kind of. Like, heads up for people who are sick of hearing about it or are too disturbed by this, just scoot on by, that's fine.

Like everybody else my age who had a middle school special interest in the Titanic that was further fueled by the James Cameron movie (and that sounds very specific, but I absolutely know I'm not alone), I've been following this story fuckin voraciously.

I think everybody I know IRL and online is fucking sick of me talking about it. I have been actively trying not to blog much about it here because I'm so obsessed with it that I'm annoyed with myself. I would like to not be this interested in it.

But a lot of the stuff I can think of to say has been said by a lot of people already, I don't want to add to an already noisy environment if I've got nothing new to say.

So, instead, I want to talk about what I haven't seen very many people talking about- something that's stood out to me about the way the media has been handling this story from the get-go. So, finally, I'm inflicting my days long media binge on you.

The media's handling of this was bad. Like, comprehensively fucked.

For the uninformed, a primer on the situation- feel free to skip down if you know all this, there's a bulleted list right after I get done with this part, look for that. But some of this is important to the terms I use, so I wanted to lay it out. (Also I just want to get a lot of this out of my system, please just let me have this.)

The Titan is a 'cyclops-class' submersible. As far as I can tell, 'cyclops-class' is unique to the people who made this submersible, it's not a widely recognized thing.

The Titan can carry up to five passengers. It was supposed to be rated to reach depths of up to 4000 meters below sea level.

The Titan is/was owned and operated by a company known as Oceangate. There's a lot of questions regarding the safety of the submersible, where the math came from on their depth rating, and- basically everything about the Titan is in question, at this point. There's a lot of questions, but that's not what I want to talk about.

Right now. Maybe later.

A submersible is distinct from a submarine in that it requires a surface support ship for many things- the Titan moved too slow to leave port under its own power and go to the site, it didn't have enough life support to do that kind of thing, etc. A submarine is self-supporting and can operate independently. Kind of pedantic, I know, but the Titan is a submersible, not a submarine.

The Titan had a planned expedition to the wreck of the Titanic on June 18, 2023- this past Sunday, at the time of writing. The expedition was supposed to last around 10 hours. It chartered a ship- the Polar Prince- to act as mother ship, the on the surface support that the Titan requires. (The Polar Prince is owned and operated by a different company than the Titan.)

1 hour and 45 minutes into the expedition, as the Titan was still making its way to the sea floor, the Polar Prince lost all contact with the submersible.

The Titanic wreck is at just under 4000 meters deep, right around 2.5 miles.

Now, my understanding is that the Titan was not fully at the ocean floor at the point contact was lost, but it's not clear how deep the Titan was at that time. We may not ever know this for certain.

When the Titan was reported as missing to the coast guard is kind of unclear, to me- I heard 6 hours after they lost contact, I heard 12 hours after they lost contact, I saw something that indicated they reported it missing immediately- I don't know for sure. When the coast guard report comes out, I'm hoping we'll get a more accurate timeline.

However, as soon as it was reported missing, a massive search and rescue operationg was started. Complicating the search efforts were the fact that the submersible seemed to have no type of emergency distress locator beacon (I'm not sure what the precise nautical terminology would be for this).

The search included visual searching of the surface, dropping buoys with microphones, and ROVs (unmanned remote operated vehicles, deep sea robots operated by crew on ships at the surface) searching the floor, and probably some other stuff I'm forgetting. Deep sea radar etc etc, every tool they had access to.

The search and rescue concluded on Thursday (June 22, 2023) around midday, when they definitively found pieces of the destroyed submersible's pressure vessel (the part of the submersible that held pressure and kept the people safe and alive) in a debris field, approximately 1600 feet away from the Titanic.

The destroyed pressure vessel and reports from the Navy on hearing sounds consistent with implosion at the time the Titan lost contact indicates that the submersible underwent what is being called a 'catastrophic implosion'.

It is now an investigation and recovery operation, while they try to figure out what exactly went wrong.

The five men in the sub are dead. In all likelihood, they died so quickly that their nervous system didn't have time to process what happened. What happened to their bodies during this was probably gory and kind of horrifying, but it's unlikely they experienced any awareness of this.

There were five extremely wealthy men on the submersible- they were not all billionaires, but those that weren't were worth hundreds of millions of dollars. If you want a rough sketch of their biographies, there's a link here. Other than them being pretty wealthy, who they are doesn't play that much into what I want to talk about, so I don't feel the need to go into it right now. (Again, as more information comes out, I may come back for another swing.)

So, my complaint. The number of times I saw a news interview with an expert that went like this is not small:

news host interviews deep ocean expert of some variety (who is not involved in rescue)

host asks expert what chances are that the dudes are alive and will be recovered alive

expert, being honest, says something like 'slim to none'

host responds with some amount of sincere-seeming disappointment, then after interview, pivots to the ongoing search for the definitely still alive people

There were news programs with clocks counting down how much theoretical oxygen was left. There were frequent updates to news stories with nothingburgers of additions, just to pad it out. It was, if they were alive at that moment, fucking ghoulish. That they were dead makes it even more horrible.

And I cannot emphasize enough how many experts said, to generalize and paraphrase here: "Unless they are found bobbing on the surface in the next n hours, they are dead. Even if they are alive right this minute, on the bottom of the ocean, there is no hope to rescue them in time."

This is not a failure of any of the rescue entities involved, by the way. The environment they were presumed to be in- 4000 meters under sea level- is so extreme that there are very few vehicles in the world with the capability of even getting to that depth. Like, 10 or less. As far as I know, none of them are designed to do any kind of deep sea rescue- which would have involved carefully scooping up or netting the Titan and hauling it up very slowly. There's no way to transfer personnel between ships at this depth, and the Titan had the largest passenger allowance at this depth, afaik. Like, the odds were incredibly, vanishingly small that these men would live.

The media, at large, never ever really allowed that to change the way they talked about this story or treated the participants in the story. At around 11 am or noon (central daylight time) on Thursday I saw them talking about how 'oxygen is critical'.

Oxygen was critical 24 hours prior. Even by the most generous of expectations, they were out of breathable air. Given how, to put it mildly, janky the submersible seemed to have been, there was absolutely no guarantee that they had even the 96 hours that Oceangate claimed.

Their likelihood of being rescued alive from the ocean floor was minimal on Monday. By Thursday, they were dead- again, unless they were found on the surface somewhere and had managed to carefully preserve their air somehow, they were already dead.

The media didn't really allow for the reality of the situation to be clear until Oceangate and the USCG came out and said 'yeah, they're dead'.

"Well, what's the problem with that?" you might ask. "The United States Coast Guard was the one who was saying it was a rescue up until that point."

Sure. That's their job. Their job is to treat it like an urgent rescue until it is certain that it is not. A significant amount of what they do is to rescue people from doing damnfool things in the water, and keeping hope alive until they find bodies, or evidence thereof. They were doing exactly what they should be doing.

(Whether they do this to this extent for everybody lost at sea is another conversation that's absolutely worth having, as well as their role in border patrol, but I have no bone to pick with the USCG in this particular instance. They did their all until they could do no more, that's the whole point of them, this is how they're supposed to operate.)

The media was not doing what they should be doing. There's an old quote somewhere that I think is just a journalism truism (everyone I've heard talk about it says their journalism professor said it)- if someone tells you it's raining, and someone else tells you it's not, your job isn't to report that, your job is to go outside and see if it's wet.

James Cameron- director of the aforementioned Titanic movie, as well as being a Titanic and deep sea submersible expert, knew they were dead on Monday.

He reached out to some people, he found out that the mother ship lost contact with the crew as well as their location at the same instant, and that the Navy heard a sound consistent with an implosion at around that time.

The information that the Navy heard the implosion was not classified information- they heard it via a listening system that was declassified in the 90s, I believe. Like, I knew about the system just kind of casually because I know random Navy stuff. (My dad was in the Navy, it's mostly osmosis.)

The people on the scene were informed as soon as the Navy knew. (When that was, I'm not sure, except it was before Monday. Probably they had someone go back and listen to it and weren't actively monitoring it, but it's hard to say.)

The deep ocean submersible community knew, well enough that James Cameron could call a buddy and find out. He was telling people on Monday to raise a glass to them.

The media could have had this information, if they did not have it. Either they didn't want to know, or did know, and didn't say it. And I can't say for certain they were suppressing information, but I do know that they frequently downplayed any evidence that these people were dead.

I know on CNN they ran a story about FADOSS- the FlyAway Deep Ocean Salvage System- that was shipped out to Newfoundland. It arrived Wednesday afternoon. Description in the alt text, link here.

At the time this story was published, the people in the sub would have theoretically had less than 24 hours of breathable air. They hadn't even chartered a ship for the FADOSS, at this point. And the port in Newfoundland is hundreds of miles from the site. I'm not sure how many hours away but, like, hours away. I think I heard it's a 6 hour trip, but I'm not certain on that.

This system was referenced in the news as if it was going to be part of the rescue process. Very clearly, this was never going to happen. The quote, 'a process which can take a full day' is a mild understatement, here.

It could, theoretically, be done in 24 hours, but was much more likely to take longer, unless they had enough crew in Newfoundland to do round-the-clock welding.

The response to the question about recovering someone alive is a polite way of saying 'that's not what we do'. They were not part of the rescue operation and were never intended to be, as far as I can tell.

(If you're wondering what part the FADOSS is going to take in the recovery and investigation process, it's not. It's used to lift heavy objects off the floor, and the Titan broke into small enough pieces that the ROVs are believed capable of handling it. FADOSS is on its way back to wherever it is kept. I suspect it was brought out in the edge case that the submersible was found intact with dead crew, to retrieve the vessel whole, so that the families would have bodies to bury.)

Setting aside the 'oh they definitely blew up' news that seems to have been available the whole time, every single piece of evidence and expertise pointed to these people being dead, and yet the news persisted in sort of breathlessly (sorry) talking about the rescue efforts and how much time was left. They persisted in talking about how definitely still alive these people were until they could not do that anymore.

Other examples of this issue are the knocking thing. There were reports of some of the buoys picking up something that could be described as 'knocking'. Some said it was 'every thirty minutes' but we don't know how precise a measurement that was. As soon as they started talking about the knocking, I looked into it.

As it turns out, this is just a thing that happens. The sea is very noisy, and it's hard to determine the source of a sound. Some geological things sound manmade, vice versa. They had a lot of ships cooperating together to work the search area, it's possible that they were hearing noise from those, or something from an oil platform a jillion miles away, because noise travels far and is hard to pinpoint. They had this issue while searching for the sunken USS Thresher and it was one of the ships doing the searching. Given how many different moving parts there were in this search operation, it's hard to say what the knocking was. This is just a thing in the ocean, there's a lot of fuckin noise and experts can't always pinpoint it down in location or even what it might be.

This is why, even though they heard sounds that were consistent with implosion, at the time that the Titan lost total contact with the mother ship, it was still treated as if there was a live rescue operation. Because they couldn't be certain.

But the odds were extremely poor that these men were alive, and almost everybody involved knew that fairly early on. Again, the rescue operation had to go forward like they were looking for someone alive because that's how that works. The media, on the other hand, handled this in a very irresponsible way.

And, like, I know, news media is bad at being news is not some like hot new thing, I've just been building up frustration for days and so it had to come out somehow.

I'm not sure how much of this was just because they're very wealthy men- only one of whom I've ever heard of before- and how much of it was because it was a very bizarre and unique ongoing situation, how much of it was the intersection of that.

But pretty much everybody with enough knowledge to be worth talking to about this knew, like, Monday that even if they weren't dead right then, they were very unlikely to make it out alive, and watching the news wind a bunch of people up over the hopeful outcome was revolting.

Okay. We'll see if I can go 24 hours without talking about this. If you made it to the end of this absolute fucking novel, congratulations and/or I'm sorry.

#oceangate #titan submersible #this is just a personal rant about the media involved

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amazingmaeve · 1 year

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BADASS CHICKS

miguel diaz x fem!reader

summary — johnny and miguel are looking for girl students to join eagle fang and one place they go to look is at the skate park where Y/N loves to roller skate. when they approach she is a bit tense about joining karate since the school fight.

warnings — fluff, mentions of fighting, flirting (if that’s even a warning), swearing, unsafe skating

word count — 956

authors note — this is going to be set in season 4 episode 6 where they’re looking for girl fighters. also him and sam aren’t dating for the purpose of this timeline.

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Johnny and Miguel made their way through the skatepark. They had just gotten back from the school as they were trying to find girls for the karate tournament. They needed this actually Johnny needed this.

If they couldn’t find girl(s) to join their dojo or else they would be in deep shit and not be in the tournament at all. Miguel didn’t want that, he wanted to compete as he was the all valley champion the year before. He also wanted it to get rid of Cobra Kai since they were getting bigger with Silver coming in.

Since Johnny and Daniel made that deal with Silver and Kreese that if Cobra Kai won they would have to shut down both of their dojos. Miguel didn’t want that for Johnny or for his training. He still had a lot of things to learn even though he was the champ.

At least that is what Johnny told him.

“Sensei I just don’t get why we are in a skatepark,” Miguel questioned as they walked around people who were skating and giving them weird looks.

Probably because they weren’t skating and just walking around. Probably thought they were weirdos.

“Skating is badass and people who do that are already used to pain so if I could find a girl that’s here and is willing to hear me out we could find our girl champ,” Johnny explained as he looked around to find any girls.

“What does skating have to do with karate? They’re not the same thing,” Miguel asks, putting his hands into the pocket of his jacket.

“They aren’t but these people they do tricks and like I said before they know what pain is, so that means karate won’t be anything different,” Johnny says.

“There’s not any fighting in skating Sensei,” Miguel says.

“There was back in my day, these people can be crazy sometimes and that is exactly what I need for the girl champ,” Johnny scoffs.

“Hey guys watch out,” Y/N shouts as she comes in skating behind him but before they could do anything she ran into Miguel knocking the both of them down. “Great,” She mutters as she was on top of the boy.

She steadied her hands as she got up and held her hand out for Miguel. He blushed when he realized who it was. She was in his math class and once had a crush on her when he wasn’t with Sam or Tory. He grabbed and got up as well.

“Sorry about that but you guys should know at a skate park you should be skating,” Y/N explains as she points to her feet where she was wearing roller blades.

Before Miguel could say anything Johnny butt in.

“Hey shouldn't you be wearing a helmet, elbow pads, all that kind of stuff,” Johnny asks as he holds the flyers for his dojo.

“I don’t need them. I've been doing this for years and if I get hurt I just get back into the game,” Y/N explains as she looks at the middle aged man. “Wait, who are you?,” She questions before looking at Miguel. “I know him, I don't know you.”

“Have you ever thought about trying out for karate not only would it make you more badass, you can actually learn how to defend yourself,” Johnny tries to sell with a smile on his face.

“I don’t know, I really don’t feel like getting my ass kicked by a bunch of dudes from my high school,” Y/N explained as she kept herself steady on the pavement.

“We need more badass chicks in this world and I am willing to teach you how to be that,” Johnny explains but still sees a tentative look on her face. “Okay it can also get you into shape like Miguel here come on Miguel take your shirt off and show her all the progress you made,” He says using his last attempt.

“What,” Y/N says in shock.

“I am not doing that, Sensei,” Miguel says at the same time as her.

“I mean it wouldn’t be a bad sight to look at,” Y/N teases looking at Miguel as he feels himself get more shy. “But don’t worry I don’t need you doing that,” She says and gives him a little smile.

“Are you willing to try your hand at karate then,” Johnny interrupts as he feels himself start to get more and more annoyed.

“And this I won’t have to do some weird fight to do this because right now I can’t do that,” Y/N questions.

“Of course not, he teaches you how to fight and defend yourself,” Miguel reassures her, giving her arm a squeeze as she gives him a tiny smile, her heart beating faster and faster.

“Who knows you might be this year's all valley champion and that’s something you’d like right,” Johnny asks.

“It does sound good and I would like to learn how to defend myself, there are some weirdos in this world,” Y/N says before looking at Johnny. “Sure, I’ll come by tomorrow but just take it easy on me,” She says.

“No promises,” Johnny grins as he gives her the flier. “Tomorrow at 4,” He says. She nods as she skates a way.

“See you in school tomorrow,” Miguel awkwardly shouts, making her turn around and give him a smile and two thumbs up.

“You could try hiding the fact that you like her,” Johnny mutters as he felt more confident on how they could win.

“Was I that obvious,” Miguel asks as he feels embarrassed.

“You want the truth or the lie.”

“Truth.”

“Anyone in a 10 mile radius could see that you liked her.”

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starberry-cupcake · 24 days

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Hello, I haven't had time to read as much as I would want but I'm here with an update regardless, because if I don't keep these constant, I'm gonna forget things and this, so far, seems like a book in which I don't wanna forget things.

previously, in harrowbean the ninth:

this happened

currently, after "parodos" and ch. 1:

so I'm making up a timeline in my head with the information at hand

which is never straightforward

that'd be too easy, here in tlt we like to be kept on our toes

we like to be punched in the gut when we least expect it

so get ready for bad math

this would probably make our good friend palmolive atreides weep

I'm sorry palomilve's force ghost, I'm doing my best

the first entry was the night of the emperor being terminated

the "parodos" bit (we'll get to that) is 14 months before the emperor is snuffed out

ch. 1 is nine months before the emperor kicks the bucket

I believe act 1 is going to be happening around that time, since ch. 2 seems to be following without another indication

because of what happens in "parodos" aka flashback, aka prologue 2: elecric bogaloo, we can attempt to estimate when the events of gideon happened

harrowbean tells ortus in the flashback that he's gonna train with aiglamene for 12 weeks

let's assume that's kind of the amount of time gideon trained, plus the time it took harrow to plot how to girlsplain, gatekeep and gaslight gideon into it

the only one girlbossing here is camilla, I don't make the rules

so, if gideon and harrow were ready to leave the ninth somewhere around 2-3 months after the flashback, it'd be circa 11 months before the events in the prologue

and ch. 1 starts 9 months before the events in the prologue

so gideon might have happened somewhere around 11-10 months before the prologue

I can't tell how long they were in canaan house (it felt like 12 years and 5 minutes at the same time) but I think about a month is mostly right, given that once bodies start dropping, things are all happening together

all of this is relative, since time in space is ????

but I need to do this for my own peace of mind

if you give me time measurements I'm gonna measure, ok?

I need to organize things

I know I will end up making a graphic at some point I just know it

this is what I get for calling palmolive a turbonerd

ANYWAY, MOVING ON

or, moving back, since we're in prologue 2: electric bogaloo aka flashback time

here we have ortus (the one we knew, not the one we will get to know, according to the characters list) telling harrow he doesn't wanna go to the field trip

this is ortus

if you're wondering why I don't nickname ortus, I'll repeat myself but "orto" means "ass" where I'm from, so that's enough to remember him by

harrow is like "I know you're underqualified but we're understaffed, so it is what it is"

the important part is that harrowbean says she sees the barbie in the freezer walking about

like a ghost or whatnot

she refers to her as "the body" and I assume that's barbie in the ice cube because someone reblogged my recap where I mentioned her and tagged

ever since then I've been wondering why she was referred to as The Body and now I'm gonna assume this is it

so harrow tells ortus he needs to hide the fact that she's mentally unstable

[non funny side note: masking is unbearable and it's awful we live in a social and cultural environment where we feel pressured to do it, especially when you're an adult having to fulfill expectations of supposedly "age-specific" activities and responsibilities, it's exhausting and I cried about that in therapy a mere week ago so, hitting hard, this bit

don't let people make you feel "less than" because the way in which you navigate the world and your experiences is different from what's expected in some theoretical socially constructed category

and fuck everyone who, in order to put people down in arguments online, ever make fun of those who aren't mentally, economically or socially as independent as what the category of an adult is supposed to be to them

argue with concepts, argue with opinions and facts, don't tear people down in the name of "moral upper hand" by telling people they're losers for needing help

side note done]

so, harrow entered the whole canaan thing not only carrying the weight of her house, her family and her entire people

she also came into it believing she's not mentally sound and seeing The Body walking around unnoticed by other people

whether or not her visions are mentally unsettled or something that actually happens because she opened the tomb, just the whole situation of her birth is enough to make anyone collapse, so we got you, harrowbean

we're here for you

and all that without mentioning what it'd be like seeing your girlfriend cavalier impale herself in front of you

I'm taking liberties with the 'girlfriend' bit but idk

so, next we know, 5 months have passed from that and harrowcita is struggling in her new environment of the clown emperor's ship

she is made to carry gideon's sword and she can't

she can't seem to know what to do or to communicate with said knowledge and she's throwing up a lot

WHICH IS GREAT!!!!!

I mean, it's not great that she's suffering

but it's GREAT because if she can't communicate with gideon's slurped soul, maybe it means gideon's soul has not been slurped AT ALL

more fuel for my wishful thinking of gideon's soul returning to her and getting regenerated and saved and being alive

I also like very much this situation in which harrow sees the sword as personified and they hate each other without gideon

it's like prim's cat in the hunger games with katniss

but with an inanimate object

I'm really liking that dynamic

is like they both miss her and can't relate to each other

ALSO barbie body ice cube is still there

just chillin' and being silently supportive, I think

not sure what her deal is but what if she's not the bad one here? because this emperor kind of sucks tbh

not in a 'he's evil' way but in a 'idk if he know what he's doing' way

I don't know about this guy tbh

so we're leaving off with harrow being mentally and physically struggling, ghost barbie roamin' the rooms, voices of people organizing stock and gideon in my head like this, walking in limbo to get back to us

also, another day without camilla

I thought I wasn't gonna have much to say and this is so long, I'm so sorry...

#luly reacts to tlt #harrow the ninth #tlt #harrow the ninth spoilers #tlt spoilers #the locked tomb #long post #gif cw

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