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DRACO X FEM READER !!

House : hufflepuff

Blood line : pure blood

Summary : you and draco has been friends for two years without anyone knowing however lately the secret is out , and people are shaming you about , you (a hufflepuff) is friends with the prince of the slytherin -draco Malfoy - which make him feel bad and ashamed leading to him push you away

Warning : it is little lengthy

Warning : self shame, angry! Draco, bullying, angst, TOO MUCH FLUFF, FLUFFY!DRACO

Year : fifth

Best friend ( maybe secret crush ) trope

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For two years we have been friends, two years you have been my safe place, two years , you both would meet in astronomy tower or the forbidden forest in the night , on the weekends , hidden from the preying eyes of the other people , not cause embarrassment or disgust in fact both of you and Draco loved that this was your thing , a secret , the time for you and him only , it felt like the world was empty and no human was other than you both together and all weight that was on your shoulders would left away , you would spend time together , talking , laughing , reading , or you writing and Draco painting silently enjoying the peace you both had till one day this imaginative world , this world that was owned by you both vanished in thin air ....

A gossiper student saw both of you, resulting of the next day the entire magic craft school, to know about the friendship and it wasn’t just knowing and being silent , no it was vicious and fast like a burning fire scattering through a woodland , that it pushed the Slytherin boy over the edge of anger and spite , resulting in him scanning every inch of the school, running around threatening the students till he found the one and only lavender brown , fueled by anger , seeing nothing but red , the boy corned her in some empty class, he shoved his wand in the Gryffindor neck , if he hated Gryffindor before , it was underestimated now as he despises them with every inch of his body .

To Draco , Gryffindor took the only opportunity for him to be in peace , to have control over his existence . They all were fortunate bustards , they were the heroes and painted him as the villain , he just wanted to be happy like them but they weren’t allowing it , to Draco they were the only genuine villains.

Nevertheless before the boy can do anything, Snape entered the class, seeing the scene in front of him, alarmed about the mix of anger, tensity and tears that crammed the room, the professor separated both of them by a spell of his wand , as he took the pale boy wand in his hand, shaming him for his doing and lack of control over his emotions with his gaze , ignoring the girl that crawled out of the class, as she thanks merlin for giving her another chance to live and probably now having the Slytherin house head as her favorite professor after this.

Of course this incident didn’t pass quietly, no, it reached Dumbledore , causing Draco to be called and putting Snape in the circumstance of defending the boy and only letting him go with losing 20 points from Slytherin and detention for two weeks , “of course albus would do that !! Any chance to push up his golden house “ draco mind filled with this belief as he raged out of the room, with heat filling his body to the Slytherin room ,all he wanted to be in his atmosphere immediately, away from all the preying gaze that he responded with glare directly making shy away in fear .

Throwing his body on the soft silky sheet of his bed , he couldn’t help but shove his head in hands , he knew!!!! he fully knew!!!!! , that the occurrence with the annoying Gryffindor girl will fuel the whole thing!! But he let his emotions out of control!!! He was so ashamed of his lack of control that he couldn't stop shaming himself till the sun rose up for the next day

His thoughts were correct ..... Merlin..... The following day, the whole school is either talking about the incident with the annoying girl or .... the second thing....... Which hurt him the most ... people were shaming y/n cause she was close to him? Draco was used to people believing terrible of him, .....truth......he wanted that to be his reputation but not that extreme ......... people were shaming her .... about how a Hufflepuff can be close with a nightmare like him .... and if she was a real Hufflepuff.........if she is going to be the first death eater from Hufflepuff.....

” Merlin... Doesn't this academy quiet ever......” draco couldn't help but whisper under his breath as he was done with this school.

Throwing himself in a seat of the slytherin ‘s eating table in the grand hall, hoping it would be quieter but Salazer........he was wrong

“ soooooooooo........ Malfoy!!!! what is with you and the badger girl “

Theo asked with smirk, earring him a sharp scowl from the pale boy, that brought shivers of fear that ran all over his body.

” first there is NOTHING , this school made a whole bloody mountain out of nothing!!!!!, next one more word about this on the table and I will hex anyone to the oblivious!”

the seriousness in Draco ’s words was exhibited , it was powerful that it shut the whole house members down, making everyone eat in silence, in the opposite side of the room, was the Hufflepuff table, he saw you, you have been friends for too long, of course he would be able to identify you so easily. His sharp cloudy grey eyes stopped on ur smiling figure, sensing outrage take over his body....... the words that was talked behind your back were something you never deserve it!!....... , to him .... you were like a flower and everyone tried to kill you from the roots and he was ready to do anything to protect you even stepping on his own heart ....

On your table things were quite different, everyone was cackling and chatting, no one bothered you or gossiped about you, cause as Hufflepuff, the morality of judging people without knowing them was odd, yes some questioned you and Draco friendship cause, well ...he is a git and you are wonderfully nice and cheerful ’so how did that happen? ’ to the rest of the house that was remarkable event

abruptly you felt strong gaze on you, as you notice who, you smiled and waved to the boy on the slytherin table, but his response gave you knot in your stomach, he frowned and got up from the table and walked away...’did I do something wrong ’ , that was weird reaction from the boy, he never behaved like that, sure he wasn't open, carefree and loud if he was he would be in Gryffindor but he was thoughtful with you, as he tried to act more with care as he didn't want to harm your feelings so this response stung a bit.

Then potions class came, you and Draco shared the class, he sat in front of you as he worked alone while you sat with your pal Luna Lovegood from ravenclaw, you finally had the opportunity to talk to your Slytherin friend and check on how is he doing .

so as soon as Snape turned to the board, you patted the boy shoulder to get this attention ” Draco...hi....” no response ” draco, are you okay? ” no response ” i fully know.. That you must be annoyed now but-” ” can we not talk now! I'm trying to concentrate on snape here ” he wasn't yelling but the sharp tone of his voice send you back down to your spot ” I'm sorry... ” even though, you know he must be mad, you couldn't help but get hurt, noticing the reaction on your face, Luna put her hand on yours as you both lock hands as giving you a smile assuring you that it is okay and she is here

she knew you and she knew Draco, it was fascinating to hear how you both are friends but yet she understood how Draco ’arse’ attitude was just a face for his household so she was happy that he got a friend like you in his life perhaps to free him but also she wasn't pleased about how he treated you now but all she can do was just to hold your hand to soothe your feelings .

But it wasn't only Luna who wasn't pleased no Draco himself, he heard the pain in your words and he was conscious of the Ice dripping in his tone, he hated how he couldn't control how feels, he trained all his life for that but he is failing that now ”wonderful malfoy , just incredible “

The potions class was done and you couldn’t be happier , you were out of this room finally Draco out of your sight ! ...you wanted to yell at him and be mad at him for hours, you wanted also to cry but no way in Merlin ’s bread you would cry for a boy , you always were tough emotionally and no way a icy tone will break you in tears “ we are not going to be this low now , hold it “ looking at yourself in the mirror of the girls bathroom , you took deep breathes as your walked yourself out, moving to your next chosen class which is magical music

this was your comforting class but now thanks to a current slytherin , you can’t put up with the music that plays but thanks to Helga kindness from her grave you have Luna with you a familiar face to look at when you crave to scream “ you look upset “ Luna calm voice cut your doze off , you sigh as you respond “ I’m Luna ..... and I shouldn’t be ... I understand his emotions but I’m furious... that he is dismissing mine !! Aren’t we friends !” “SHHHHH” Whispering louder than you aimed at , earned you undesirable scowlled looks , leading you to apologizing to the instructor and your class mates

“ well ..... why you don’t ask him ?? “ “ I want to......but it is hard finding Draco anywhere in Hogwart alone.........he always has people around.......” “ no he is ...” “ what ...wait ! ... what ? Really ??!”” “ SHHHHHHH” dismissing the glare from the male instructor , you and Luna continued the conversation “ Draco is a perfect , he can go out after the allowed hours as they quote to check on students “ “ yes I know this ..... “ “ but the point that is concealed that the Slytherin , use this privilege to spend time introverted in library .... I always saw him.......but...........I’m not his favorite person nonetheless yes ... that can be beneficial for you “

knowing what Luna meant, you nod slowly giving the girl big smile for her help “ Luna the words thank you , doesn’t explain how much I’m thankful for you “ both of you turned to the professor cause till now you both weren’t focusing with noticing how the teacher and class started to fed up on your missing notes, that was the best thing to do.

After finally the pain that you gave to your self and your fellow classmates with your messing notes in the music , you rushed to your dorm to change fast into more relaxed outfit that will suit the cold air that won’t only come from the late night but also from Draco himself , you changed to white shirt dress layered with V neck sage green sweater dress , skin colored stocking and beige combat boots , taking a deep breath to calm the anxiety that was slithering to your soul about meeting the slytherin after the incident, not knowing what his reaction will be as he sees you , you shoved this feelings in the very back of your soul , as you got out of the warm room, and faced by the coldness of the the schools hal, you fought the fear that tried to convince you back to your dorm , as you hurry to the library .

Reading a book in some quiet table alone in the very dark corner, that was your strategy for hiding from madam Irma prince, and somehow it worked as your presence went unnoticed by her or that is what you hoped so .

Soon the time passed soon it became the after hours , as you wait for the slytherin prince, somehow deeply inside , you wanted him to come and not come in same time ....

you didn’t know why but you felt uncomfortable about seeing him after the incident but the need to see him now and to converse with him about his attitude was a must for you.

glimpsing a white hair belonging to a faint dark body passing by, nearly like a ghost, you jumped up on your feet as you strode fast , trying to be calm as possible, you tug on the boy arm. Causing him to rotate, as he shoves his wand to your face with scowl before noticing you ”y/n!!!?! BLOODY HELL!! I almost hexed you!!! ” laying his wand away as his face softened a bit ” I'm sorry...but I need to talk to you.....” lifting up his eyebrow at you , questionably for a second before his Straight face appeared

“ we can’t talk anymore ...”

the words that you feared came scrambling hitting you like a train causing your mind to go blank for a sec before you speak again

“ what !!?? Why !!! We were fine till -“

“ yeah till! .... Till that gryffindor wrecked it ! And for that we can’t be friends anymore ... we can’t be seen together! ......Bloody Salazar, I need to report you to your perfect ! “

“ AND ALL OF THIS FOR WHAT !! CAUSE IM HUFFLEPUFF!! CAUSE YOU ARE SLYTHERIN !! CAUSE YOUR STATUE !! CAUSE THE PURE BLOOD SUPREMACY !! CAUSE SLYTHERIN IS THE ONLY HOUSE !! THAT IS ACCEPTED!!??”

Tears filled your sight, you didn’t care if whole hogwarts heard you , you were hurt , how did he toss you so easily after two years from being friends just cause his status , were you that cheap and meaningless to him? , were you just something for filling his unoccupied period ?.....didn’t he take you as friend or care about you? ...... Were people right about Draco and you are just naive...?

Your mind halts as your ears catch a heavy breathing sound , looking up to the boy in front of you resulting in your eyes growing enormous from the sight in front of you .....

You saw many emotions of draco , many than what most people think there are, but you never ever see him crying before , his gaze was wailing pain and hurt as his breaths was heavy in attempt to process his emotions ....

” you don't comprehend... I don't care about that... I deal with that day-to-day.... I'm the villain in the people eyes!! I was sorted in slytherin y/n... For Merlin sake!!! I'm a death eater in their eyes....no matter what !! ALL ’CAUSE THESE BLOODY BASTARD GRYFFINDORS... THAT WHAT WILL I ALWAYS BE... But you!!! You don't deserve that!! You don't deserve to be treated like that.....you are a good individual...”

” I don't mind draco!!!”

” BUT I DO!! .... You don't listen to what they say about you ......”

” who cares about what they mumble!! THEY ARE STRANGERS! ....Draco if you believe that I'm a good person......Then....You would know I would never mind about what people say and leave you for it !! I Care about my friend Draco here that I know!!!! anyone else no...hell with them to Godric’s fire!! ”

you went closer to draco, locking both of his hands in yours ” I would never quit on you, I will be here to support and...... draco you aren’t villain .... you are just a git that is all, but you are my best git and I’m here for you permanently “

you smiled looking at draco sobbing ’s eyes as you wiped his tears by one of your hands however not allowing his other hand to be out of your hand, squeezing it lightly as a way to confirm your message .

Peaceful moments passed by, with you both staying in your position, finally relaxing after some long day.

Till the slytherin decided to cut the silence

“ You fully understand that .... I wouldn’t ever report you to your perfect ..... “

“ yes I comprehend that, dear “

“ dear ? “

“Hey don’t get cheeky right now ... I just saw your fluffy side “

“ m’sorry, now shut it “

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MY FIRST EVER IMAGINE !! GO EASY ON ME !! I HOPE YOU ALL LOVE IT !!

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yanderes-stuff · 3 years

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5; 8 and 9 please and nsfw is optional.

Yes, the feral trio I never did a poly yandere before, and sorry for being so late school was holding me at gunpoint

P.s it's 1:43 am where im at and I got zoom at 7:10 I'll edit the grammar mistakes later but I didn't want you to have to wait any longer

Characters: Skully, Masky, Hoodie

Words 5k

TW: yandere thoughts, cussing, kidnapping, drugging

You met Jay during college when the teacher put you both together for a school project, you got to have a good read on his personality with Jay, being a curious goofy character with a charming atmosphere surrounding him.

After a while, you decided to start the project filming causal nature. you both shared a passion for nature being calmed by the forest, and the woodland creatures which made you closer. After a while, you noticed that he would rarely talk to any of his other friends in favor of talking to you.

This led to many intervals where you caught him staring at you during class and followed you around like a puppy which although made you irritated you brushed it off thinking nothing of it, after all, it's just goofy Jay being Jay.

But alas he fell victim to your charm the conversations he had with you stuck with him and the moments where you were in his presence kept him going till the next day, you reached his heart unlike anybody else he met, and he lived for you alone perhaps it was the way you carried yourself through the gloomy days or the way you were more kind-hearted than anyone he ever met.

He longed to catch your eye and make you laugh but certain feelings were starting to stew inside him whenever he caught your friends talking to you especially if they were putting their hands on your beautiful body and even if they did so casually it made him infuriated he believed that he should be the only one that should be graced by your presence not them

After all, you never knew their intentions but he had a gut feeling they weren't good they didn't love you they only loved you for your looks and looks alone but he loved everything about you and he didn't know why but alas he had friends who were close to you those friends being Brian and Tim his colleague's since high school

However, he had to obtain your affection and warmth to protect you so he wormed his way into your dating life because he had known your crush had his dark secrets that he cheated on his exes and he just couldn't let this snake wrap his suffocating coil and sink his poisonous fangs into you for his esteem

So to resolve this fear of his he followed him home in the dark and threatened to shoot him if he didn't avoid you like a plague but without his knowledge, he didn't know that he was being watched by none other than Tim who mentally noted with haste that he's not the only one who took a liking to you and strolled out of Jay's sight before he could notice him

Relief washed over as he went back to his secret home surrounded by woods away from his lonely college dorm comforted by the fact that the guy that tried to use you had been put in his rightful place now thanks to him all he had to worry about now was the fact that his other friends also shared a connection with you that was too close for his liking

You were his everything now and while he still cherished his friends he wasn't going to let either of them have you even if it put him in danger of course you only saw the good in people and that would include Tim and Brian which he would grow to admire but it would also make him nervous but despite that he knows you love him and he had to make a move quickly to prove he's the only right one for you

Oh how he longed to be anything that would make you happy and today being Valentine's day he promised himself this was going to be the day he asks you out and you'll say yes or at least he certainly hoped you would he grabbed a few things from the store some gifts he hoped would win your appreciation but he had a thought cropped in his mind what if you rejected him and if you did do such a thing how distraught he would be

He waved away those thoughts in his mind trying to convince himself he played his cards right after all he frightened any competition away from you while making sure to be by your side at every moment you needed him the thought of your gentle voice accepting his confession of love made his uneasy mind now calm and focused

Once he reached the school province he took the bag of gifts consisting of chocolates of your favorite brand and bouquets of lovely crimson flowers that are a symbol of his love for you he was finally ready to be your lover and he sure as hell hoped you were too as that thought passed his mind he peeked his head around the corner to your dorm

What he saw made his blood boil and felt a violent sensation he couldn't understand at the time and what he witnessed was Tim brushing his lips against your while caressing your cheek with his rough hand you weren't flinching away but rather leaning in into the troublesome kiss he didn't know Tim could do this he thought he made it clear that she belonged to him

Tim look so entranced by the way your chest raised and fell in sync with his own as he leaned closer with his arm bending above your head caging you against your dorm door

While Jay was peaking he noticed that Tim had a card with a heart placed on in front of it in one of his hands

He quickly pieced together that he had gotten to you first before him as he felt despair overwhelm him why did you have to love Tim of all people he quickly grabbed the gifts and descended the stairs as quickly and quietly as possible at the same time he felt hot tears stain his bitter cheeks that day he drove back to his home weeping

But as he stepped inside an environment of misery following behind him as he sat down on the sofa he didn't think he'd have the guts to kill Tim but little did he know that someone else was in the room with him that individual being Tim and although he didn't want to admit it

Tim planned to kill Jay ever since he witnessed him threaten to kill his old crush since you confessed about liking him which was a big mistake on your part but Tim was glad Jay took care of him but now he had to kill Jay but he acknowledges he didn't want to at all but Tim was afraid of what Jay was capable of when it comes to his unstableness

He knew Jay was infatuated with you and that he's been getting more and more unusual as you continued to spend time with him and he started to dissociate with Brian and Tim which was starting to get concerning because Jay was starting to become extra dependent on your affection to distract him from all the chaos going on in his life

But Jay himself was starting to take drastic measures to prove himself to you and Tim never thought Jay could be capable of violence but he's seen firsthand that he the man that he thought wouldn't harm an insect was contemplating murder out of love

So with guilt, he grabbed his firearm and stared as Jay slowly was lured into a deep slumber he slowly opened the oak closet door so that it was vastly ajar and he tiptoed quietly towards Jays sleeping form beads of sweat was beginning to form on his forehead

Once he loomed over the trembling man's resting figure his silhouette casting a shadow over him his hands shook as he raised the revolver to Jay's temple and his finger was on the trigger there was a small click followed by a thunderous bang

The gory sight of Jay would be etched into his mind for the rest of his life but it would be worth it to protect you but he had to admit it he for some reason felt relief in his mind and another feeling that was off it was a euphoric adrenaline rush he noticed that he was still shaking and realized that he should evade the scene as quickly as possible back to you

You were sleeping so soundly in Tims dorm and Hoodie thought your sleeping form was so beautiful so vulnerable he's been watching you for a while through Brian and he thought this would be the perfect moment to steal you away after he saw the note Tim wrote a letter to you inviting you to come to his place for valentines day

How romantic of him too bad Hoodies going to whisk you away now he recalls seeing you and Tim go on a dinner date in Tim's kitchen he prepared your favorite dish the reason he knows this was because he placed cameras in more secretive places to check on Tim and his episodes when he would become Masky and go out to do God knows what

Hoodie knew Tim was trying to keep he alter personality a secret from you as well as hide his more obsessive side when he would become Masky he would stalk you and take pictures of you going about your day and attach it to his wall later to look at when Tims feeling emotional which Tim had to compile in a box the day previously so you wouldn't freak out at him

Which Hoodie would probably have to steal along with you was a thought that came across his mind as he prepared a syringe with an unknown liquid inside of it from underneath Tims mattress he watched the scruffy brunette man got up and picked up a revolver from the drawer with his pale hands and walked out making sure to keep the gun hidden from anyone's view

Once he was out of sight propped up upon his shoulders he began crawling out from under the bed as quietly as possible as not to disturb your sleep as he stood up gazing upon your softly snoring form as he was searching for the perfect spot to prick your neck with the fluid once he found it he punctured the soft flesh injecting the liquid in your bloodstream you awoke for a second not long enough to examine him but only to be held down by the powerful man as he clasped his rough fingers around your both your wrist

"Shhhhhhh [Name.] baby just relax" he mumbled somewhat gently with a smug smile etched on his face, his thoughts instantly twisting into ideas of what he was going to do to you when you finally got back to where you truly belonged. "Everything is going to be just fine."

As soon as the drug invaded your mind and your world faded once again at the same time he hastily took you into his arms and started his journey back to his abandoned cabin into the darkness of the night and when he reached his own home he settled you in the bed in his room with ropes gripping your hands attached to the old oak foundation of the bed as he snuggled into your warm body once he was feeling bold as the night proceeded

"I've been wanting to do this for a fucking real long time." He mutters under his breath into the crook of the cozy soft flesh of your neck "Best part is that he doesn't know where I live so he can't take you away."

Tim didn't know what the hell could've happened while he visited Jay but all he knew was that something was wrong and now you were missing with no signs clues of to where you might be it was only when he found a note under the blankets with just three words that made his blood run cold

She's mine now

Now he knew has an idea of who could've done it Brian has been strange as well lately by giving death glares to him when Tim tries to flirt with you not only that but he seemed to be more encouraging of Jay's stalkerish behavior Tim now realized the mistake he made earlier by leaving you alone to murder Jay before he could murder him Tim believed the only reason Brian was nudging Jay to stalk you was to get Jay to stop bothering him and let him live in peace but now that Jay was dead there was no other suspect left but Brian

As he was piecing together what could've transpired he heard a buzzing coming from his cell phone he took the phone in his hand while the faint glow of light was still emanating when the device as he saw the message from none other than Brian with a string of numbers possibly coordinates to his location where he kidnapped you from him while he was busy

His breath started to get more uneven with his eyes dilating out of fear while thoughts flew past his mind about your safety he was started to hold himself with his hands gripping diagonally at his upper arms while the fabric of his flannel creased as a reaction to his strength he started to tremble not out of distress but resentment his knuckles started transforming into a snowy white from how hard he was clenching his fist

His mind was beginning to feel fuzzy as his own thoughts were starting to get quiet but the static in his mind was getting only louder followed by a loud booming voice that was starting to overtake him again but this time he welcomed it as he didn't know what other actions he could take

Once it finally overtook him a sinister simile was plastered upon his parched slips he was going to get you back and slaughter Brian as atonement for stealing you and maybe keep you in the cabin away from the violence and then he would fix everything thus you would belong to him

"Fuck Brian you know I'd do anything to protect [Name.] anything for her to be mine." He growled under his breath, eyes now focused on the porcelain mask with dark circles around its eyes with eyes knitted up in what appears to be suprise and pitch jet lips on the wall he told you was just for decoration "You're about to regret what you've just done." He remarks followed by a deep huskier chuckle

He clutches his handgun yet again and sets off on a search to locate the coordinates stepping into his vehicle and sliding in the keys before turning it to start the engine and pulling out of the college campus parking lot now focusing on the road in front of him and driving into the nightfall as to not be discerned by anybody

When he finally reached the trail to the cabin he started sprinting his way to whatever location Brian had sent him he had no time to waste following a trail of footprints of crunched leaves and snapped twigs on the surface of the ground floor when he finally reached the window of the cabin he stood and pressed an ear to listen for activity in case Brian was preparing an ambush for him in one of the rooms

He heard the sound of a struggle and the sounds of thuds something else that he couldn't quite make out but it was still extremely worrying

Bam...bam...bam! "AARGH!" followed by a thunderous crackling of somebody he couldn't make out the voices clearly but he could at least assume what's occurring...what if it was Brian hurting you because you did something that made him extremely furious if that were the case he'd have to come and rescue you but at the same time he'd have to keep his alter ego a secret to avoid your concern for him

He quickly wrapped his fingers around a nearby rock and launched it directly at the cabin glass window instantly shattering it to sharp pieces and stepping through it carefully and at that moment he could make out masculine yells coming from the room in front of him now he is certain the voice wasn't actually you much to his relief

As he more steps towards the door intertwining his fingers against the knob of the old wooden door and twisting while at the same time putting his strength against the ancient oak entryway he could still make out another familiar yet unknown voice furiously screaming along with Brian shouting among all the commotion which fueled his yearning to harm Brian for bringing both you and him into his annoying scheme even moree

Then as he walked inside the miserable room with the white paint heavily chipping away following that sight he witnessed Brian in a vibrant orange yellowish hoody stained in certain places with what appears to be blood along with a pitch-black fabric mask covering the entirety of his head beside the hood that was pulled over his head another thing he noticed on the material placed on Brian's face was a red frown along with crimson pinpoint dots for eyes additionally just plain worn out jeans that looked to be somewhat dirty he realized that this wasn't actually Brian but his alter ego whose name was unmistakably known to him as hoodie but he was still going to execute him nonetheless for possibly harming you

But the other figure straddling Brian clutching a cell phone above him looked somewhat familiar with a coffee brown leather jacket with a black hood that was also above his head he noticed the man's jacket happens to also be tinted in particular spots with that easily recognizable red liquid in addition to this he wore a mask that resembled that of a skeleton with two rows of square teeth and dark circles on both of the holes where his eyes would be with eyebrows that looked to be expressing with curiosity

"Give me back my phone right now you fucker!" Brian hissed eyes glaring up at the man on above of him trying to get to pry the man off him "And get the fuck off of me!" He added with a hint of irritation

"SHE'S MINE SHE'S MINE YOU CAN'T HAVE HER SHE'S MINE!" The man snarled in an outrage his tone obviously hysterical as he raised his other fist preparing to hit Hoodie with a flurry of punches aimed at his already bloody face

As Masky stepped closer to the scene there was a painfully audible creak and both men stopped for a second before their head began tilting over to Masky's direction than the mysterious man spoke his words flowing out of his mouth like fluid

"Well...well...well remember me?" He implored Masky swiftly changing his tone from outrage to relaxed while staring at him intently still with that emotionless mask whilst Hoodie kept swatting for the man to get off of him

"No who the hell are you and did you send me that text." He questions feeling himself getting more disgruntled with this confusing situation he opens his mouth to speak once again "And where is [Name.] What did you do to her!?" His eyes gaze directly at the unusual man

"Oh, you don't recall me, your friend? that you shot dead in my own home!" The man glares and scowls at Masky the unpleasant memory started to rise in his mind again "You took my love then you took my life and now I'm back for vengeance"

"Jay?" Masky grumbled, "there's no way I killed you, why aren't you dead?!" He shouted his mind racing with questions maybe he was just hallucinating this whole predicament

"Close im Skully, but about your little question I'd rather not answer that." Skully answered back Hoodie now was panting under him from a combination of him being crushed under his weight and his failed attempts to injure Skully with his sore bloody knuckles

Hoodie was beginning to feel lightheaded from only getting to inhale so much oxygen just when he thought he was about to black out Skully stood up with his eyes boring into Maskys then Skully spoke

"I'm going to...kill you then I'll kill hoodie then she'll be mine all mine." Skully's breathing started to hitch and become heavier like a bear's breathing as he slowly took a step towards Masky "it's going to be all okay everything's going to be fine it's about to be the way it should be."

You started to thrash around in your bounds fortunately to you it was becoming looser you tried to observe the darkness of the environment around you to tried to find a way to escape back to safety there were windows but they were boarded up but there was an old door which caught your eye as you limped over to it still sore from the burns of the rope that felt like a harsh heat

As you wrapped your hand around the knob and pushed you heard the conversation of people in the next room so then out of curiosity you put your ear to the door you could make out a thickly deep voice and some the sounds of some light coughing along with Tims's voice which filled you with both relief and fear

Because on one hand, Tim is here to save you from this place but on the other what if he got wounded by that other man after thinking about what to do in this situation for a minute that felt like an eternity you decided it would be best to step into the room help Tim beat that man and escape with his help and call the authorities

As you stepped into the room everybody peered in your direction you caught a good look at them one being Tim with his dark brown hair and yellow jacket and worn jeans and a white mask covering his face with what looks to have dark lips and circles encasing the holes meant for the eyes the man in front him looked a bit similar

He has a tan leather jacket with a raven black hood and the same worn pants and a white mask white rectangular teeth and the same dark circles around the eyes as Tims but this time with the same eyebrows settled in a surprised manner in your direction as if they were startled by you waltzing in the room

And then finally there was that easily recognizable sound of Brian's roughly breathing you heard in your sleep but right now he was on the floor laid flat with blood with a yellow orangish cloth hood along with ordinary jeans and a black cover mask with crimson red frown and two dots for eyes above it

"What's going on! who are you?" You questioned loudly, eyes flickering around the room. you were wondering why they were in costumes was Tim in on this sick circumstance?

"I'm here for you my beloved and im Jay but...in a different form," he announced casually as he made a fist and pointed his thumb to his face "My names now Skully"

You were confused because Skully didn't look like Jay whatsoever he was taller and his voice was a lot deeper almost in a chilling way and his figure looked to be more stronger than Jay with his broad shoulders but the only thing that was the same about him was the way he spoke

"[Name.] Give me a minute to deal with him. I won't be needing your help." Masky sighs casually trying to weave away in his mind to distract Skully so your as least scared as possible

"That's quite a rude way to talk." Skully quickly brought out his hand and grabbed his pocket knife from out of his jean pocket while using his other hand to clench Masky's throat blocking his airways while Masky started making choking sounds trying to struggle out of his grasp

"If you kill him I won't ever love you!" You blurted out of desperation trying to save your lover from getting his throat slashed from Skully's blade your eyes now are being focused on Tims trembling body

Skully faltered at this his breathing now became even more intense then he dropped Tim with a dull thud then he started to clutch his arms and rocked himself ever so slightly back and forth in an attempt to comfort himself from your words

While Skully was distracted Hoodie who was now back to full willpower hastily got up as quick as possible and clenched Skullys knife from behind and had it now hovering over Skullys throat Hoodie didn't say a word and just when he was about to make the slit you perked up

"No, don't kill him either for the love of God!" You cried out you didn't believe that what Skully possibly done was right but that doesn't mean you want him to perish you took a quick breather before continuing "Don't or else I be able to love you either"

Instead of trying to comfort himself in an attempt to forget your words he just gave a disappointed sigh and slowly backed away from Skully while he raised his hands in surrender secretly smirking under his mask now comforted that you saved him

Masky was now staring at Hoodie already reaching in his pocket for his handgun but before he could you interrupted "That goes the same for you too Tim."

And with that, he stopped in his tracks and looked from Hoodie to you with a blank stare so you couldn't be able to get a read with how upset he was that you would say such a thing especially when it was Hoodie that did this to you and dragged him into it

"Actually I got an idea," Hoodie speaks enthusiastically eyeing everyone in the room chuckling as ideas resurfacing in his head then smirking to himself "If [Name.] Hates it when we're at each other's throats then let's just share her"

Skully had a thousand-yard expression yard stare then he uttered "Actually as much as I hate sharing I'd rather share than be genuinely despised by my sweetheart."

"I'm going to be honest I'm tired of me and [Name.] Getting stressed by college and...I would rather spend more time with her" Masky spoke softly yet reluctantly while his eyes glanced at yours lovingly "And I'd prefer not to kill my friends despite what they've done"

your lips started to depart to talk attempting to sound stern but your voice came out meek "I'm not sure about this." Your stare now focused on the floor and not any of the men in front of you who on the other hand were staring right into your eyes

Now your mind was frantic on one side how are you supposed to split your affection between three of the closest people in your life all the time and also you loved Jay and Brian as a friend and maybe Tim as a lover but you didn't want them to be at each other's throats especially Skully since he appeared to be tougher than the other two men another thing to note is that all three of them could easily hurt you although you can sense that they didn't want to

But what if they forced you into this scenario if you resisted would they punish you or your family so with that last thought in mind you decided it would be best to accept their offer after all it would be selfish to have somebody dying just because you resisted their demented obsession with you and after all…maybe you'll learn to love them over time

So trying to hide the anxiety in your voice and the heat on your cheeks you spoke loudly enough for them to hear "I've decided that your offer is for the best so I'll accept." their face lit up at your words

Skully was the first one to step towards you at a slow pace as he wrapped his arms under your own in a warm tight embrace whilst he put his chin atop your soft hair

Then Hoodie came trapping you in a side hug nestling into your shoulder while you could feel him against your skin grinning ear to ear through the mask

Then there was Masky who came up from behind and settled his rough hands down on your shoulders then he bent down to kiss the back of your neck which made you jolt in surprise in response to this he just chuckled then he bent down and put his arms under your legs and swept you off your feet while the other two men backed off now carrying you bridal style

Then he started to head back into the bedroom where you woke up in taking the lead while the other two followed then setting you down gently atop the soft oak bed while Hoodie reached for something underneath the bed much to your dismay while you were caged in the middle of the bed between Skully and Masky then Hoodie stood up with a syringe in hand while Masky snaked his arms over yours so that your arms were to your side and you were pulled flush against him feeling him purring against your neck while Skully began to stroke your hair with one hand in an attempt to calm you while his other hand was tracing patterns on your thigh

Hoodie slowly came on top of the mattress putting a finger to his lips while silently shushing you not to struggle as you felt the familiar prick of your skin as your sight began to fade and turn black

"Shhhh love you made the right choice we're so glad but now is the time you get your rest." Was the last thing you heard from Masky's lips before you fell into a deep sleep.

#yandere #yandere slenderverse #yandere masky #yandere brian #yandere hoodie #yandere jay #yandere skully #yandere tim #fanfic #fanfiction #anon ask #creepypasta #slenderverse #marble hornets #yandere x reader

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slasherwife · 4 years

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🐻Oh, I stopped to think, how the Slashers would react to their S / O being a witch who reincarnated (doesn’t remember the past life, except how she died.), She does rituals (using some potions, animal bones and blood itself). to raise and control plants and a power related to his death (possibly fire) and have nightmares about his death that usually have phantom pain and vision (in the midst of flames and smoke for example.) kisses from Brazil 🐻

Slashers react to a witch s/o

How do the slashers react with you doing tarot, moon rituals, playing with energies, making potions and doing spells?

🌹🌛🌕🌜🌹how do they react to you controlling the elements and getting forewarning of his death?

Thomas Hewitt

Thomas is lowkey intrigued?

Doesn’t even know what this stuff is??

He’s pretty much clueless, but that doesn’t mean you can’t teach him

If you tell him you’re a witch I have a feeling he’ll be taken aback

“B-but the Bible says—“

“No no, the Bible was originally Aramaic, Tommy— and ‘witch’ in Aramaic meant poisoner, my love. I never poison anyone.” 💖💕💖💕

That should do it 😊

Anyway he will still be bewildered a lil bit, just peepin around the corner watching you doing a tarot reading like Ow0 wot

Will catch animals for you to use for rituals

Do you need human bones too? Cuz he’s got you covered 😊💕

But hearing of your past life death? Seeing you play with fire and plant energies? How the universe practically bows to you? He sees you completely different.

He was standing on the back porch, watching you walk towards him as the grass waved to you and the trees bent in your favor, and he never wanted to be apart from you 🌹😊

You are a starlit goddess, sent to him by mistake— and he thinks you belong to the stars above or in the clouds~~ anywhere but his dark, sad home 😓💖

If you have nightmares about his death, he will go under your wing —begrudgingly— under your constant protection

He doesn’t believe too much of your visions, but he hates seeing you upset and his dark goddess doesn’t deserve paranoia 🥀😓

Jason Vorhees

Whatever Jason thinks, he at least acknowledges at his zombie phase that he isn’t exactly considered natural either.

Tbh you guys would be a total power couple 🤗🥺💖

He would be probably more understanding of your occupation than Tommy, and would embrace you fully 😊

Like “I knew my y/n was special. I knew it!” 😊💕

He doesn’t like that you use animal bones though. “Why the poor animals y/n?? Use human bones instead— here.”

He thinks you have superpowers hah

He loves when you raise the plants to be alive again— it’s like you keep it spring all year and he loves it 🥺💖💕💖🌷

Will be happy that you have them so you can protect yourself if need be 😊

Once you tell him about your past life death and how you can manipulate elements and that you’re getting forewarnings dreams of his death... he won’t be too worried.

First off, any thought of you dying in general is caused him literal physical pain. So he didn’t like you talking about that 🥺💕

You controlling the elements, Fire? He will follow you anywhere hon’. 7’1 immortal zombie legend murderer and powerful sorcerer/ess/witch? Biggest power couple 💕🙌🙌

And then lastly, the only thing Jason will worry about from your dreams is how you will manage with out him. That’s literally it 😂🥺💕💖

He knows he will come back eventually, you can’t kill Jason forever— he physically can’t stay dead lol

He will sheepishly miss all the crazy sex you guys have been having, but you stop your worrying! Jason’s like “my poor bab don’t be so scared— I’ll always come back!” 💕💕💖💕

Michael Myers

Will 1000% pretend your powers don’t interest him.

But just know that he’s peeking around the corner when you absent mindedly play with the candle’s flame while mixing a clarity potion, literally on his toes 😂💕

He loves to be around you when you’re doing candle work, making a potion, practicing controlling the elements— because you exert this powerful and foreign energy aura that’s comforting to him 😊💖💕🥺

Another slasher that will go on a midnight trip of catching animals for you because “ANYTHING FOR YOU, MY GODDESS— 😫💖💕💖💕”

But you wouldn’t even ask for it, he would see you making spell charms or bags with animal bones in it—

And then next thing you know he drops a sack of birds and a goat next to you and walks away???🤭

Do I know where he got the goat?? No I fucking do not xD but it kinda stank so you had to drag it out the back door and get to work 😣

And then obviously he’ll give you human bones as well lel 💕

He likes hearing of your past life death, he thinks it’s cool lol 😊💖

Getting forewarnings of Michael’s death? K.

He wouldn’t be bothered really, but he obviously doesn’t want to die— he’s too stubborn for that 💕💖

This is the only time he will ever listen to you xD barely

Basically like “too bad—I’m going out tonight. But I’ll ‘be careful’ or whatever the fuck you said.”

Another huge power couple btw 🙌💖💕

Bubba Sawyer

He thinks you’re so cool 🥺

He’ll think your tarot readings are a game and he’ll pick up random ones and look at them

(He likes the pictures) 😖💖

He’ll be so curious, like snooping around when you’re doing a ritual, snuggling up against you when you’re saying an incantation—

He’s like a cat💖💕

Oh you like animal bones? What a surprise! His house is literally full of them. 😶🌷

Ya you have an endless supply of animal bones— you won’t ever run out 😂💖💕

You died in your past life? WHAT? Why? *crying*

He will snuggle you all night when you tell him that 🥺

Also thinks you’re a goddess that was sent to him and can NOT wrap his head around the fact that you two met by chance 🥺💖

Cherishes you every single day and will probably be super clingy because you’re just his strong woman who deserves everything for the queen she is— *INHALE* yeah. 😖😖💕💕💖💖

Wait. What? You dreamt of me dying? What abt you will you be okay my little blueberry muffin??

He won’t careeee but at the same time he wants to stay with youuuuu😖💖💕

Just so he can stay alive to be with you, he’ll do everything you say to stay safe and will follow every protocol much to Chop Tops annoyment. 🤷‍♀️😊💕

“No, sorry—Y/n says I can’t do that.”

I love you two together, it gives me the feels 🥺💕💖

Bo Sinclair

Ooooh niceeee

Lowkey interested but probably won’t show it 😆

Like u do u— don’t know don’t care as long as you keep making me pbjs

Prepare for bewildererd looks when he walks in on your using blood/bones for a particular ritual 😳

Like you’ll just be sitting on your bed with your eyes closed, holding a black candle trying to banish negative energy and he’ll walk in—

“Want me to leave...?”

“Shhhhhhh....”

He’ll probably come home one day with an animal skull or something like, “babe I found this owl beak... you want it?” 😂💖💕

He’ll probably tell Lester to catch something while he’s out and about, and then take it and tell you that he got it for you all by himself😂💕

Lowkey scared of you sometimes

He’s not scared of blood, but like y are u using it..??

Tried not to piss you off too much so you hex him or something xD 💖💕

You: *manipulating fire and wind out back*

Bo, walking in on it: bitch what the fu—

If you tell him you’re getting visions of his death, he’ll probably be super skeptical and give you it a smartass remark— probably ask if you’ve been smoking the mugwort too 😳😶

But if you persist on it— he’ll get frustrated but will listen to you because he doesn’t like seeing u upset 🥺🌷

Brahmsie

Bitch wtf u doin?

So confused— explain now

This little shit will go through all of your stuff and take what he thinks is cool and will probably piss off your deities (if u have deities) 😂

You’ll have to make him apologize and have him give it back~~which I wish you the best of luck w 😂💖💕

You’ll just be minding your own business when Brahmsie is looking at your things—

The he legit looks at you dead in the eyes and takes your dragon figurine and disappears into the walls, much to your panic 😓😶😶

But since you can do all this stuff, now 3x more scared of you even tho you’re a small bean in comparison to him— 😳💕🌷

You threatened to hex him if he didn’t start actin right and he started being nice real quick 😂🙌💕💕

Where did u get that blood? 😶😳

Using animal bones? Use the dead rats y/n! Duh!

Bonus for him if he manages to sack the grocery boy and take his bones too 😶💘

“ANYTHING FOR YOU MY QUEEN!” 🙌😭💖💖

If he finds you controlling the elements and sees u controlling fire.... he leaves immediately dont you know he’s terrified of fire??

Yeah uh he demands in a shaky voice that you stop doing that or else ☹️😶he doesn’t like fire at all

But that’s okay cuz you’re still the fuckin coolest person hes ever been w! 😆💘

Wait wut...? You’re saying I’m gonna die? UWU SAVE ME Y/N I DONT WANNA DIEEE

He will literally get so scared when you tell him you’re getting forewarnings of his death, and will go under your wing definitely the most willingly 😅💓💓

Whatever, more cuddles for him! And some other things 😏

I hope u liked ittt! Sorry I’ve not the time to post ANYTHING lately— it took me 5 days to finish this one because of how busy w school I am— but I hope you like it!! 💖💖

#slashers #thomas hewitt #i made a thing #jason vorhees #Michael Myers #bubba Sawyer #bubba sawyer headcanons #bo Sinclair #Brahms Heelshire #Thomas Hewitt headcanons #Jason Vorhees headcanons #Michael Myers headcanons #bo Sinclair headcanons #Brahms Heelshire headcanons

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ji-yaaan · 4 years

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𝕯𝖆𝖓𝖘𝖊 𝕸𝖆𝖈𝖆𝖇𝖗𝖊

A Lilia Vanrouge x Reader Oneshot

Note: Jk guys this is just a drabble I made while I drank a bitter gross black coffee just for kicks :'( Also this is my first time making a fanfic so yes, it's kinda OoF and is probably bad but why not? Emirite???? This is the last braincells I have and I hope y'all enjoy it :'))))))

Mistakes were made under the cut!^~^

It was a peaceful afternoon with the beautiful sunset hues that illuminated your room. Ah..... how nice, the room feels alive again a smile graced your lips, as a silent creak of the door alerted you that someone has come to your room. You knew well who that person is. Just by thinking about him makes your heart flutter. "Lilia, love!" You cheerfully exclaimed at the small fae that stood before you."I'm back, little lamb." he smiled.

A moment of silence passed by, with you and Lilia looking at each other's eyes. Just by the view of the beautiful fae illuminated with rose tinted hues was enough to give you butterflies. Ah..... as expected from my lover! you thought. The two of you basked in the soft light that illuminated your room, how peaceful this moment is...

But that peace was soon broken when the fae said "I'm sorry my love..... I still haven't found the potion yet..... But worry not. I have taken care of the bastard that dares to mock-"

"shhhhhhh" you silenced the fae. "Everything's alright.... but can we talk about more happy things? If I were to die at any moment, I'd like to experience the most happiest moments in life in each passing second!" You jokingly said.

You sigh in dissapointment as you recall of the events that have unfolded a month ago. It was just a normal and happy day for you. You were so excited to visit the Diasomnia Dorm and most importantly, your lover, Lilia Vanrouge. This expedition of you was a normal occurence, rather, a routine that started when you started to like Lilia. But something feels weird, the Diasomnia dorm is awfully quiet today.....Your mind went blank, as a bright light blinded your eyes, you felt a sharp painful sensation in your chest, that caused you to faint.

Now why were you targeted? That is an obvious question to be answered "Because you are closeley affiliated with malleus and I. I didnt know there are still morons in this world that are stupid enough to mess with us, moreover, they harmed you...." Lilia said with anger and pain present in his eyes and a dark expression covering his face.

You woke up in a unfamiliar room, and to your demise, Malleus said the bright light that hit you was a curse resulting eventual death upon the victim. Thankfully, Malleus was there to stop the curse..... But not entireley. Magic can only do so much for a strong ancient curse.

Soon, day went by, weeks went by, with Lilia trying to find the potion to cure his lover, only to be left empty handed each time he comes home. It's an ancient curse that requires a certain potion in order to break it, naturally with ancient curses, the cure is very hard to find. That's why in the few remaining days of your life, you wished to make the most of it.

Waking up was difficult due to the fact that you knew you could die any momet, it was a happy and scary feeling..... You were thankful you woke up from slumber, but at the same time, you were afraid that you might dissapear from the world in any moment..... It sure was a mind baffling experience.

But now, you feel like you've reached your limit. It feels like your nightmare is finally taking form. Your eyelids are growing heavy from strain, your body is starting to feel numb minute after minute, and eternal slumber threatens to devour you in any moment. But there you are, staring straight at Lilia, the most precious person in your life. You feel alive again.

"(Y/n) I love you" Lilia said as your lips curl up to form a weak smile "I know..... But i love you more! hehe" Your knees started to feel weak and you fell unto the ground. Your hands started to feel numb as you cough up blood.

As odd as it sounds, this occurence is normal now, due to the fact that you are walking in the border between life an death.

The crimson blood that laced your fingers made you chuckle, it reminded you of Lilia's beautiful eyes that sparkled like rubies. Soon enough, those eyes are now looking at you with worry and demise clearly present in the fae's eyes. "Hehe, Lilia I think I'm starting to feel a bit drowsy now. But I dont want to sleep yet, can we dance?" You left out a weak laugh trying your hardest to look happy and strong in front of lilia's eyes. To your surprise, you see Lilia with a pained expression you've never seen before. "Dear, what have you done to me? You're just a weak little human that piqued my interest before. But look where we are now, I just averted my eyes for a brief second, and now they did this to you because of me.....I-....... Promise me that in your next lifetime, don't flock yourself with dangerous people like me alright?" A whine escaped you lips as your vision started to get blurry from the tears that are welling up in your eyes... "Hey Lilia darling, I just asked you for a dance right? I won't look cool if you turn me down like this..."

Frustration, worry, anger, and guilt welled up in Lilia's heart as his dear (y/n) stared at him sitting on the ground in front of him. He truly felt guilty that he was the reason why his lover ended up like that. (Y/n) deserves better than this. he thought. But now, he is so frustrated to see his darling helplessly smiling at him, pretending that everything is alright. It pained him to see his love slowly succumbing to the hands of death. A danse macabre indeed..

The look of strain and fatigue plastered all over (y/n)'s face made his heart drop. Lilia then stood up on his feet and asked "(y/n) darling, May I have this dance?"

Lilia then picked you up with your hands and the both of you waltz across the large bedroom illuminated by the bright hues of the sky, with lilia humming a familiar tune, you felt very relaxed in his grasp, you thought to yourself it would be nice if time were to stop at this moment, how romantic..... You giggled at your silly thoughts of a pipedream. "What is it little lamb? Falling for me harder now huh?" You started giggling like a little girl with Lilia's comment.

That is until a sharp pain in you chest started devouring you, making your legs feel numb and weak as the two of you fell onto the soft sheets of your bed. The look of pain plastered all over your face, with each second that passed, it feels like hell is devoring your soul,but when you look up, you see lilia with his worried and pained expression, his eyes glossy due to tears forming in his eyes. his biggest fear has finally begun to unfold right before his eyes. On the other hand, you felt your body started to grow numb with each second.

Pinning you from the bed, Lilia grabs your hand and squeeze it tightly, you felt like your fingers could break any second, but oddly enough, it felt pleasant and reasuring this pain is the feeling of being alive huh? Thank God I'm still alive you thought to yourself. "Dont go (y/n)! you're not allowed to leave me." Salty tears fell on your cheeks, as you felt your heart dropped feeling weak in death's grasp. The fae trailed kisses after kisses in your neck, tears began to fall, as his voice cracked and said "(y/n) , in all the years I've lived, you are the best thing that happend to me, you made me feel alive again, you're the most precious person I love, and I will keep you in my heart forever, I love you so much....... please don't forget that" hearing this is one of the best feelings in the world, you truly felt that it would be nice to die like this........ But maybe... just maybe... you can stay just for a bit longer.

"Lilia, if I ever get to have the power to go back in time where I first got here in twisted wonderland, do you know what I'd do? I would change nothing! Hehe! I would gladly meet you again and love you again! That would be like a treat for me! I get to relive all the best moments of my life all over again. I won't ever regret loving you, my darling....." A weak smile formed in your lips as you continued "if I were to get reincarnated, I wish that I will meet you and love you all over again! So you've gotta wait for me! And...... I love you too lilia Vanrouge senpai..." A dull pain in your chest started to hurt you again but soon enough, Lilia pressed his lips unto yours, tasting the salty tears mixed with the distinct flavor of licorice, you chuckled to yourself. The two of you embraced watching the sun finally set.

As the sky turned dark with the stars twinkling in the sky. "Lilia, you know, I feel very sleepy now, I'm really tired now..." You felt Lilia embrace you tighter as your vision gets blurry, and you feel every part of you has now grown numb.

"I hope you dream lots about me my sweet little (y/n)....." Your senses are now starting to shut down as you feel eternal slumber could devour you any moment "I love you lilia..." You finally felt you've crossed the border between life and death

"I love you too..." A weak smile graced your face as the cold night finally settled in.....

-The End-

So yes guys, this is me chilling here trying to delay and procrastinate on the rotting fanarts I'm making. If i look at my drawings, they would look at me judging my dumb decisions but oh well......

#twisted wonderland #twst wonderland #twst #lilia vanrouge #lilia vanrouge x reader #twst lilia #disney twst #twisted wonderland characters #twisted wonderland azul #twisted wonderland malleus #malleus draconia

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itbe-jess · 3 years

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Karl’s Paradise cast! (Masklophobia)

King Karl- The one who owns the island, the one who knows all, and the one who is the kindest of the kind! Being the mighty monarch, he makes sure everything on the island is peaceful. But his main job is helping the paradise critters with their problems. When he's not helping them on his own terms, they drop by his castle for advice. This is one ruler who never disapoints his subjects! I guess that's why he's crowned king of the paradise! The critters love Karl, and he loves them! They're like his family! He will do whatever it takes to keep them protected, and that is a promise!

Barkstone- The greatest magician on the island! Everyday, this old dog learns new tricks! And the more he learns, the better he gets! His tricks are the most stellar sensations you've ever laid eyes on, and there's never a dull moment in his performances! His magical powers are so over the top, sometimes he uses them to his own advantages. Like make the trash disappear, instantly repair a sink, or double a pepperoni pizza in size! His favorite trick is the sawing box act, which he never got a chance to use.

Saxxo- Most tigers are mean. This tiger plays a mean sax! Not only can he play, but sing as well! Boy, did he have talent! Why, he's been playing the sax since he was a cub! Most of the critters would rather listen to him than their records or radios. His smooth melodies really made the ladies swoon. Other than his sounds being cool, this cat knows how to act cool as well! With his hip personality and hip threads, this critters stands out the most within the paradise! Especially with his signature shades, which he never takes off!

Slouch- If there were a competition for being lazy, this orangutan would end up on the Genesis Book of World Records! All day and night, he spends them sleeping, and sitting in front of the TV. His house is a mess, he never cooks a homemade meal, and he has a bad habit of dozing off at the wrong time and place. It's a shame, because he has a lot of potential to show. Like, he can play a killer drum! Too bad he can hardly get on his feet. Luckily, King Karl is here to make him more active!

Mama LongLegs- She's a spider, but don't be afraid! She just wants to dance! Although she does carry a temper. She's the most define ballerina in the whole paradise, because she's the only ballerina in the whole paradise. Believing ballet to be a remarkable apptitute, and a physical pleasure, she wants to get everyone into the routine with her, even while they show no interest. When she's not doing ballet, she's thinking of romance. There's nothing to widen her smile more than seeing a happy couple in love. In fact, she plans on getting a gentleman herself to live happily ever after with! She'll even chase after one!

Van Goose- Once you've seen modern art, you've seen it all! Here's a goose who puts a lot of time and effort into her work! Painting, pottery, drawing, and sculpting, Van Goose does it all as long as it's art! She's a perfectionist, and can't stand anything lacking beauty! If you had a party or a special event on the wraps, she would gladly love to provide art for free! She'd rather let people admire her creativity to embrace it than to make a profit out of it. Did I mention she takes requests? You can be her model! You just have to pose very still.

Fins- If you wanna hear a good joke, visit the Fresh Clear lake to see the friendly shark! Fins is her name! She loves to make people laugh, no matter what their mood is, for she thinks laughter is the best medicine! She also puts on comedy acts, and riddles. Occasionally, she will leave her lake to participate in games or parties! Or when it's really cold. Although she's a shark, she happens to be a vegetarian with a huge sweet tooth! She'll let you swim in her lake in exchange for a yummy treat! Don't worry! She won't bite!

Yum-Yum- Looking for some good eats at a fairly low price? Visit the Happy Belly diner! You'll always leave there full! It's owned by a big, nice, cuddly grizzly bear named Yum-Yum! She has a knack for feeding people! She cooks, and she serves! Never will she allow one hungry soul to pass! Sometimes, she will experiment new recipes to add on the menu! When she's not serving the paradise critters, she does baking as a hobby, decorated with some of the prettiest designs you've ever darn seen. The most fun part is eating it afterwards, or sharing them with her friends! She can be a real hungry customer herself!

LabRat- He's smart, he's got the knowledge, yet he's regarded as the paradise fool. Why? Because it's true. This wacky rat spends the majority of his time locking himself in his cellar, building a new invention in hopes it will make our everyday lives more adjustable! They never turn out the way he wants them to work. .. unless he intended them to go berserk or explode. He tries to ignore all negative feedback and continue to make an invention that functions right. He has a dream to change mankind, and he will never give up on that dream! Shhhhhhh. Be sure to not interupt him.

Junior- An eight year-old woolley mammoth that's been frozen for a million years. Luckily, the paradise critters helped thaw him! Being a child mammoth, he's up to the size of a full grown adult! Wow! Imagine if he were older! Junior is just your average kid who wants to have fun, and causes lots of trouble. He's always in the mood to play! Go on and play with him!

#The Banana Splits Movie #remake #“Once you come to Karl’s Paradise you never want to leave!”#Masklophobia

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mai-nonsense · 3 years

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Basics: 2, 6. Appearance: 4. Personality: 3, 8,9. Background: 1, 5. Relationships: 1, 3, 4, 7. Fun facts: 1, 7, 10.

*claps hands together* Alright! I'm going to do the answers for my Shepards, otherwise I'll be here all week.

2. What does their name mean? Why are they named that?

Jane: The original reason she's named that is because I was too lazy to think of a name so I just went with the default (she was my first ever Shepard), now I Headcannon that she went by Shepard until she joined up with the alliance, so she chose the name Jane because it's the only one that came to mind

Cassidy: I don't really pay attention to what names actually mean when I name characters, but I named her that b/c it's pretty and she just kinda looked like Cassidy

Henri: Henry is a family name on both sides of my family, but I wanted to use it as for a femshep b/c I like androgynous names (partly because I have one, but also because I think there should be more of them in circulation)

Damien: His name was originally Darren but I changed it b/c my sister and mum pointed out that Darren's a bit bogan. And instead of owning it I covered it up like a coward. I renamed him Damien because my favorite Robin is Damian Wayne and litteraly no other reason

Vance: named after the singer Vance Joy, b/c his songs have a lot of emotional significance to me and I like the name

Ryan: he's my only actual Canadian Shepard and my mum and I have a running joke about all Canadians being named Ryan (b/c of Ryan Reynolds, Ryan Gosling etc.) So he's Ryan.

6. What's their star sign, birthstone etc? Does it hold any special significance for them?

All of them besides Vance have Shepard's canon birthday and none of them besides Cassidy have any belief in that kind of thing. Cassidy is a quietly spiritual kind of woman so she likes the whole star sign/ birthstone kind of thing, but she'd never admit out loud.

4. Appearance- How do they carry themselves? What is their default expression?

Jane has resting bitch face. She walks around like she's going to go beat someone up, probably because she usually is.

Cassidy has a very casual, approachable demeanor about her. Her go-to expression is either concern or pouting.

Henri carries herself shoulders back, chin up and head held high. Her usual expression is a mix of serious and thoughtful

Damien carries himself like a serious soldier but with a hint of sadness, he has resting sad face

Vance also walks around like he's looking for a fight and he's usually scowling

Ryan has a cocky swagger and usually has a sideways smile on his face

Personality 3. What are their hobbies and interests?

Jane: Is gun-modding a hobby? Because if so then that's one of them. She genuinely enjoys the combat part of being a soldier and enjoys training herself to be a deadly weapon, a side effect of growing up in the reds most likely. She doesn't really have many interests outside of being a solider, and doesn't really eat anything outside of protein bars and ready-meals.

Cassidy: she likes to mod games in her spare time, and practices her hacking skills a lot in order to keep herself sharp. She has a fondness for Turian and Salarian pop-culture, video games especially.

Henri: Henri likes hard copy books, with old-fashioned dust jackets and everything. Even with new release publications, she'll always go out of her way to find a hard copy if she really wants to read it. She usually reads non-fiction but she's a sucker for a good romance novel.

Damien: Also throws himself into his work so much that he barely has any free time. On the rare occasion that he does, he likes to build things, usually model ships or card towers (which he knocks down immediately after)

Vance: Vance actually really enjoys cooking, it's something he used to do with his mum when he was little so it's his way of keeping her alive in spirit

Ryan: Ryan has a penchant for old earth comic books and music from the 20/21st century, he likes to draw and regularly carries a sketchbook

8. What are their manners like? Any habits?

Jane's manners are atrocious. She's straightforward, tactless and blunt, which gets her in trouble quite a bit. She's not a fan of sparing feelings, if you're doing something that's pissing her off, she'll let you know

Cassidy is also pretty blunt, but has a lot more tact and isn't as crass as Jane. She's nice whenever possible but she doesn't skirt around issues

Henri is anxious people-pleaser that always looks for the best in everyone at heart, but has a polite but proffesional exterior.

Damien varies depending on his mood, Mass Effect 1 Damien is polite and proffesional but that drops as time goes by. By the time ME:3 rolls around he is 1000% done and doesn't have time to put up with anyone's shit and reacts to social situations accordingly

Vance goes in the opposite direction to Damien, starts off rude and aggressive but gradually softens as time goes by.

Ryan has decent manners, but can often be inappropriate in social situations

9. What are they most afraid of?

Jane: before falling for Kaidan, it's falling for Kaidan, because she hates having intense emotions about people that she can't control. After falling for Kaidan, it's anything bad happening to Kaidan. She doesn't really care for her own well-being but she constantly worries about and will protect her friends and loved ones at all costs.

Cassidy: Dying. Specifically, dying again and Garrus continuing down the dark path she found him on after her resurrection. She'd hate for him to completely lose hope like that again.

Henri: dissapointing those around her.

Damien: Also letting everyone down.

Vance: Everyone he cares about dying painfully.

Ryan: spiders.

Background, 1. Where were they born, what was their childhood like?

Jane was born in Brisbane, believe it or not, she gets carted off to one of her aunts in America at age 4. After that it's foster home to home for her until she ditches them for the reds at 10. Needless to say, her childhood was rough.

Both Vance and Henri were born and raised on Mindoir. They both had good childhoods until Batarians killed their families.

Damien was born in Chicago. He spent his childhood being bandied about from alliance ship to alliance ship. He spent a lot of his childhood alone.

Cassidy was born in New York, but has the spacer background. Her mother had a much more caring presence then Damien's however, so she grew up well.

Ryan was born in Montreal, spent his childhood in and out of foster homes until he was 14, when he joined the reds for protection. Despite this, he views his childhood in a positive light, as he knows he's come a long way since those days.

5. Where do they currently live? What's their place like?

I'm going to skip this one because I don't have a good answer for any of them at the moment lol.

Relationships, 1. Do they have any friends? Who would they consider their best friend?

Jane has more friends/people who care about her then she thinks she does. She considers her best friend to be either Miranda or Liara.

Cassidy gives off chill older sister vibes and treats her crew as family, so a lot of people come to her for support or just for an ear. She loves talking tech with Tali and considers her to be her best friend, with Ashley coming in as a close second.

Henri initially has more colleagues then friends, but she learns to loosen up and to have a more relaxed approach to the people she cares about. She considers her best friends to be Kaidan and Joker (though her feelings for Joker develop into something more ever time)

Damien has the ruthless background, so he's more feared then loved. He's also quite socially awkward so it's hard for him to make friends to begin with. Despite this, the people who do call him friend do so wholeheartedly. He considers his best friend to be Garrus.

Vance, despite being an asshole, actually has a lot of friends. Because he's a loveable asshole. His best friend is either Liara or Jack.

Ryan is very likeable, and is often the life of the party. But people more look up to him then actually consider him a friend. He considers Kaidan his best friend. (who he's also secretly in love with, but shhhhhhh we'll get to that)

3. What's their love life like? Do they have any kids?

I'm currently using Jane as my "Kaidan as subject zero AU" Shepard, because I think she fits so well with subject0!Kaidan, as I love writing stories about two hardened badasses who just want to be loved, falling in love. Non-au Jane also ends up with Kaidan, and have a daughter named Astra

Cassidy is one of my two Shakarian Sheps, who gets the more 'traditional' happy ending out of the two. That is, she retires somewhere nice with Garrus and they adopt a bunch of orphans together.

Henri is my one and only Joker-mancer, one of these days I will write their story (once I finish planning it out lol) but I currently have other projects at the forefront. As for kids, neither Henri or Joker want them because there would be to many medical factors/lifestyle changes they'd have to consider and they couldn't put that burden on a kid.

Damien's life motto is: no kids, only dogs and he manages to stick by that pretty well. When Vance (his half-brother) has kids he settles into the role of cool uncle though. Though Damien thought he wasn't one for romance at all, he somehow fell in love with Kaidan without realizing it and they eventually end up together.

Vance and Ashley fall hard for each other, and after many hardships and triumphs, they eventually marry and have three kids together

Ryan sleeps around a bit but spends the duration of ME:1 and 2 pining for Kaidan but never saying anything b/c he doesn't want to make it awkward™. Naturally they end up together but it takes a while. Am currently undecided on whether they have kids together or not.

4. Who do they look up to? Who do they trust?

Jane: Anderson. He took her under his wing and believed in her when nobody else did. She comes to trust her inner circle in time. That consisting primarly of Kaidan, Miranda, Jack, Liara, Garrus and Wrex.

Cassidy: Her mother, as she managed to give her a good childhood while in the military as a single mum. She trusts Garrus and Tali with her life.

Henri: Anderson and Hackett both, as they've always pushed her to do her best. She trusts in her crew, as, in her eyes, they've never let her down.

Damien: Hackett, as he gave him a second chance after Torfan and promised him that he wouldn't let him down. People don't trust him on impulse so the people whose trust he earns always have his in return.

Vance, Anderson and Samara. Anderson because he helped him after he lost his family on Mindoir and Samara because she's a powerful biotic with a commanding presence and he learns a lot about discipline from her. Vance eventually learns to trust Damien after not wanting him anywhere near his life for a long time.

Ryan: He tries to find a way to learn at least something from everyone he encounters, good or bad. He doesn't really trust anyone for a very long time but gradually comes to trust in his ME:3 crew

7. Are they good with kids? Animals?

Jane: Surprisingly, yes. Though it can depend on the kid or animal in question *cough star child cough*. She strives to protect those who can't defend themselves and improve lives for future generations.

Cassidy: Very good with both.

Henri: She grew up a farm girl, so she's pretty great with animals. She's good with kids until they start screeching and then she promptly nopes out.

Damien: Good with animals, dogs in particular. Is okay with kids, but doesn't really like interacting with them unless he has a good reason (like them being his niece and nephews).

Vance: Despite growing up a farm boy, he's not too big an animal lover. He loves his own kids, but isn't too big on them in general.

Ryan: Used to hang out with stray cats as a teen. Decent kid-wrangler™.

Fun facts, 1. Which tropes do they fit? which archetypes?

Jane fits the "does bad things for a good goal" trope and potentially fits the stereotypical "bad girl" archetype as well

Cassidy fits with the "protective matriarch/sister" archetype/trope

Henri gives me "girl next door", but with a gun, vibes

Damien fits the "everyone thinks he's evil, but he's really just misunderstood" trope

Vance is def an "asshole with a heart of gold"

Ryan's a himbo

7. What languages do they speak?

Vance knows a tiny bit of Mandarin, and Ryan speaks okay Canadian French, everyone else speaks English and only English for now, though that may change as I find out more about them.

10. What songs remind you of them?

Jane: Missile, Dorothy

Cassidy: Dead Weight, PVRIS

Henri: CHAMPION, Bishop Brigs

Damien: The Phoenix, Fall Out Boy

Vance: What's Up Danger, Blackway ft. Black Caviar

Ryan: You're Gonna Go Far Kid, The Offspring

WOW. I just did a big old-fashioned info dump right there. Sorry about that.

Thanks for the ask!!!

#ask meme #oc asks #crqstalite

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yume-fanfare · 4 years

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accidentally wrote another long text-message-format fanfiction, enjoy!

baby prince yuujirou, who had a strong rivalry with baby prince aizou one day suddenly disappears

aizou can't seem to find him anywhere and he's Annoyed because the grown ups keep ignoring him whenever he asks

until time and time passes and he eventually forgets about him

well, not really

he does remember that he used to constantly fight with another boy from their rivaling kingdom, but it's mostly a funny anecdote now

he grows up to be the romeo au dazzling prince charming

until one day he gets kidnapped

and his kidnapper... feels sort of familiar

blue eyes, black hair and "god, you're just as annoying as you used to be”

the kidnapper won't tell him who he is, though

which makes sense since he's a hostage after all

but aizou keeps trying to remember

until the day where aizou's family pays and stuff, where the kidnapper says "it was interesting seeing you again, aizou"

and then it clicks

he's someya yuujirou

aizou can barely believe it

he turns around to look at him

just in time to see his family's soldiers apprehend yuujirou

aizou is received back home with a lot of ken tears but he has one (1) priority in mind

going to talk with the new prisoner

"oh how the tables have turned >:)"

yuujirou looks at him annoyed

"but i intend to be a better host than you"

and then orders for yuujirou to be taken to a guest room, though still chained up and with a loyal family guard (minami) on the door

]the counselor, hiyori, asks him if he's lost his mind

aizou answers that no, he's the sanest he's ever been

yuujirou is amused

“this guy's dumb”

yuujirou does not flee only bc he wants to see where this is going

bc he's sure he could run out

he receives a few visits from aizou where he tries to get yuujirou to answer questions and yuujirou isn't helpful

until one night minami wakes aizou up because apparently yuujirou was screaming "WHY DIDN'T YOU CHECK ON HIM YOU FUCKING IDIOT???? I DON'T WANT HIM TO DIE???"

yuujirou had a nightmare

aizou tries to comfort him, even though yuujirou isn’t actually crying

and that's their first sort of regular conversation

aizou asks him if he wanted for him to call yuujirou's parents

yuujirou shakes his head

aizou accepts quietly and then yuujirou falls asleep

then ken arrives bc minami called him too and he has Questions

"aizou i already thought moving your kidnapper to a guest room was a bad idea but what the fuck are you doing"

aizou inhales deeply

"do you remember someya yuujirou?"

"NO WAY"

"SHHHHHHH he's sleeping!!!"

the next morning, ken explains to him that, indeed, someya yuujirou got kidnapped when they were like five

and now it seemed like he too had turned into a wanted criminal

that did not deter aizou at all

he was determined to befriend yuujirou again

so he brought breakfast to yuujirou's room

yuujirou smiled

aizou's heart went doki doki

okay maybe he didn't want to just befriend him but he wouldn't figure that out until later

so after the fateful meeting, aizou visits him much more

yuujirou is still quite closed off, though

aizou flirts relentlessly

and after a while, yuujirou starts to wonder to what extent does that go

so the first time he leaves the room (effortlessly), it's simply to walk to the rose garden

he guessed aizou must spend time there, because he brings yuujirou roses sometimes, and he was right

aizou is super confused

"wasn't minami guarding you???"

"yeah but what kind of wanted criminal would i be if i can't escape from a fancy castle guest room?"

"plus i was getting bored, is this where you get your flowers?"

aizou's need to be liked by yuujirou exceeds his common sense

"all of these are for you, my love"

yuujirou smirks

"gross"

so after that, not only aizou visits him but yuujirou randomly shows up where aizou is too

not that often, but every time he does, it surprises aizou greatly

because well, yuujirou is actively going to see him???

even if he still has the cold act going on, it doesn't change the fact that he made a move to approach aizou

which in turn makes aizou bolder with his flirting

until hiyori and ken pull him apart one day and tell him to get it together

yuujirou is, after all, a prisoner

so aizou has to decide while yuujirou might be getting better, they're getting nowhere

yuujirou is still chained up, aizou is pursuing him and they've been at it for months

so they tell aizou that whatever he does (letting yuujirou's parents know he's there, letting yuujirou free and out of the castle or whatever), he has to do now

aizou has no clue how to act

what would be better?

he wants to keep yuujirou around, but there's no guarantee he'll stay if aizou undoes his cuffs

then again, yuujirou could have left already

he's left his room several times, so what's holding him there?

aizou has a little spark of hope, and so that night he goes to yuujirou's room

when yuujirou sees aizou entering the room, he was expecting to be bothered

but then he saw aizou's expression was unusually serious

aizou sat beside him on the bed and held yuujirou's hands in his

they were still cuffed

"hey, yuujirou, we've known each other for years, right?"

yuujirou swallows the sarcastic "hardly" he would have answered had he not seen aizou's piercing and resolute stare

he nods

"well, you know what they say"

aizou draws a small smile

"if you love someone, set them free"

he opens yuujirou's handcuffs as yuujirou stares, mouth parted in surprise

the skin on yuujirou's wrists is slightly scarred and aizou caresses it carefully

"my love for you goes to this extent and more, yuujirou. you did not deserve anything that happened to you, nor did you deserve these scars"

yuujirou's eyes water and he allows himself to cry for the first time in years

and so they hug, and fall asleep

this time, aizou stays there

the next morning, the bed next to him is empty

maybe he should have expected it

he couldn't keep yuujirou next to him for that long, yuujirou didn't need him

so while aizou knew it was only logical, it didn't mean he wasn't going to mope dramatically and do absolutely nothing but mourn

at first ken, minami and hiyori were worried, then they got absolutely done with him

they understood he would be sad, but it wasn't just that

aizou Refused to tell them what had happened that night

until ken decided a talk was necessary

aizou accepted to tell him about it

and he really tried to keep a straight face, but he couldn't help breaking down

ken comforted him and wondered if aizou had allowed himself to properly cry about it in order to move on

but then, they heard a sound at the window

it opened to show a yuujirou who stared at him amazed

who runs to aizou and kisses him

yuujirou apologizes about leaving between tears and says that he needed to think

then, ken interrupts them and says "you better not make my little brother cry again because i can be more dangerous than you, bratty gangster"

"but i'll leave you two alone for now"

then, as soon as ken leaves, aizou kisses yuujirou again

they make out for a while until yuujirou starts crying again

it had been a while since anyone had treated him so gently

he explains to aizou what had happened to him in the time they spent separated

aizou kisses his tears away and they fall asleep together

then, since yuujirou has decided to stay, they spent some time reinserting him

giving him fancier clothes, making him eat at the noble dinner table again..

yuujirou is good at acting and he remembers how it works, so he catches up quickly

but they also move him to one of the bigger, more elegant rooms, and he just can't get used to it

the bed is too soft, the servants are too complacent and the room is too big

it feels fake, empty

he ends up sneaking into aizou's room more often than not

aizou doesn't seem to mind

"you know, yuujirou, picking locks isn't a very princely ability" aizou tells him smiling one morning

yuujirou, face buried in aizou's chest, answers "shut up, it's useful"

then, some time later aizou writes a letter to yuujirou's family to inform them that they're getting married and there's nothing they can do about it bc it's not like they've cared much about their son the past years

and they get married and happily ever after and all of that, the end

#lipxlip #lip x lip #someya yuujirou #shibasaki aizou #honeyworks #sorry abt the reupload i messed up the first time skldjfjdfhsldkfj #mar writes sometimes #hworks

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pianoperson · 5 years

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Cradlesona

I have worked on this for two days but I am finally done with my Cradlesona!!

@lovingsiriusoswald Thank you for starting this trend!

Now, introducing my Cradlesona: Angel Burnham! (or is it really her name...)

This is my first digital drawing so it looks wack shhhhhhh

A brief warning, though: Personality might confuse you because of the way I wrote it. I’ll make a much better version of this, however.

Basic Info:

Name: Angel Burnham (It is not her real name, however.)

Nickname: Angel

Birthday: December 12

Age: 22

Height: 150cm

Blood Type: O+

Physical:

Eyes: Her right eye is a natural brown color. Her left eye, however, is akin to a galaxy. It became like so when her magical abilities decided to show themselves while playing the piano one day. Nobody knows how the galaxy pattern was made permanent on her eye (nor do they know why her eyes become the colors of space when she uses magic instead of the typical red).

Hair: Dark brown hair, which can look black in some angles, while in other angles, it looks more brown (the image shows it brown however).

Accessories: She has two rosary bracelets on her left wrist and a St. Benedict ring on her left middle finger.

Features: Other than her left eye, there isn’t anything about her that stands out.

Illnesses: Aside from allergies to most seafood except fish, none

Social:

Affiliation: Neutral at first, Red Army later on

Occupations: Originally worked as a waitress in a cafe, but sometime after the day she found out about her magic, she was recruited by the Red Army to help them in the war.

Relationships:

Blanc: He and Angel are friends. Blanc let her stay in his house, gave her a place to stay when she wanted to move out, and was the one who helped her find a job in Cradle. He does this as an apology for accidentally bringing her to Cradle. Blanc, alongside Oliver, are the only ones who really know where Angel is from.

Oliver: At first, Angel was intimidated by him due to his less than friendly first impression. But within the time she spent living with him and Blanc, they were able to get to know each other and become friends through ranting.

Fenrir: When he stops by to pick up something from Oliver, he would occasionally chat with Angel. He gave her a tour around Cradle as well.

Edgar: Edgar may be kind to her, but something about his smile was sketchy to her. She doesn’t pry, however, mostly because she doesn’t have much concrete reason as to why he felt sketchy to her. Edgar would occasionally tease Angel about her crush, however, much to her annoyance.

Kyle: Angel loves his chill self and admires his dedication as a doctor. They’re friends and sometimes, if she feels like going out, Angel would accompany Kyle to the bar. She never drinks, however, so she’s stuck with bringing Kyle home.

Lancelot: She was intimidated by him, but after learning what Lancelot means to the army through Kyle and Jonah, she realized that the King of Hearts is actually nicer than he lets on.

Zero: They don’t talk much but Angel thinks he’s great company.

Jonah: Angel has a crush on him. She found him attractive when she first saw him, but after Blanc’s brief descriptions of the Queen of Hearts and seeing him looking happy while eating a strawberry mille-feuille one day, she found herself crushing on him.

Personality:

Race/Ethnicity: Half Filipino-Cradle blood

Type of clothes/How they wear it: When she first fell into Cradle, Angel wore a long-sleeved dark blue-and-white striped shirt, with dark blue jeans and black sandals. Due to 19th century customs for women, she had to wear a couple of dresses. She has three favorite dresses that she wears nearly every day: the premium dresses from Jonah, Sirius, and Lancelot.

Mannerisms: She mostly doesn’t care and likes to act as how she wants to act. She can behave and be formal if necessary, but otherwise, she definitely does not have the manners of Lancelot, Jonah, and Edgar. When it comes to taking care of herself, she tries but it’s not enough. She brushes her hair and takes a bath every day, but her hair can still look like it hasn’t been brushed.

Favorite subject: Math because there is something about the numbers that captivates her and she feels pride over the fact that she can do math while her other classmates struggle.

How do they want to be seen by others: Angel hopes that people see her as a decent human being and not someone who seems to be bad-mannered or mean to others.

How people see them: Angel isn’t really sure on that aspect, but she did get a few comments from people who say that they were initially intimidated by her due to her serious expression. It’s most likely that she’s too serious for people to feel like they can easily approach her.

Introverted or extroverted: Angel is an introvert. She likes to hang around with friends, but that would mean staying in her place or being alone the next day to recharge. She isn’t the type to initiate conversation, but she would gladly engage in one if she feels like it.

What makes them laugh out loud: A lot of things actually. Snarky comments, roast comments, someone’s rather enthusiastic way of telling a story, dissing other friends, and the list goes on.

Do they make snap judgements or take time to consider: Angel doesn’t judge people, especially if they’re strangers because she is aware that they both come from different places. However, she will judge if someone makes a stupid move, including herself.

How do they react to praise: Angel’s reactions can vary. If she is proud of what she did, she’ll say thank you, but if she does not find a reason to deserve the compliment, she gets bashful. Either way, her day will feel better, knowing she did something right.

“” criticism: Angel accepts it with grace. She does not want to make a fuss, nor does she want to reveal any negative feelings towards said criticism.

How do they treat anyone: If Angel is with a close person, she’s much louder and more carefree. She looks more cheerful. If Angel is with a person who dislikes her or she dislikes, she still acts polite, even if she is tempted to show her irritation.

What is their view on lying: Angel absolutely hates lying. It’s not to say she’s above it, but in the moments she doesn’t say the exact truth, she feels guilty. This extends to her friendships; she strives to not lie to her friends about anything and will always try to keep her word. This honesty, however, can sometimes cause her to say an off-handed comment, which she’ll regret saying later on.

Favorite animal: Her dog from the Land of Reason. When he pops into her head, she hopes that he is still alive.

Music, art, or reading: This is a hard choice for Angel, since she likes all three, but she’ll choose music. All three keep her entertained, especially when she can barely do anything without WiFi for her phone.

Favorite color: Darker hues of blue and gold

Favorite day of the week: Wednesday, because that day tends to be her most relaxing day

Most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen: Angel tends to find so many things beautiful. She can find beauty in even the way the stones on a cobblestone pathway are arranged. Deep down, however, she will say Jonah Clemence (lmao).

Political views: In the context of the conflict within Cradle, Angel is neutral. As someone who lives in the Philippines, she can’t help but note the disadvantages of the dictatorship that the Red Army advocates for. On the other hand, democracy can be somehow difficult to manage. Therefore, she prefers to not think about it.

How do they deal with conflict: She doesn’t. Angel tries to avoid arguments most of the time. However, she will speak up if she feels there is something wrong. When she does argue with someone, she tries to keep her inner peace without blowing up. However, when faced with conflicts regarding personal problems, she can get stressed easily and lose it.

Are they more likely to fight with their fists or their tongue: Angel prefers to speak. She is doubtful that she can fight, even with magic and the resistance to it in her arsenal.

How do they deal with stress: Angel will rant to herself when she’s completely alone. Sometimes, she’ll also rant to Oliver. If what is stressing her is sadness, however, she will keep it in and not tell anyone.

What is their biggest regret: Angel is the type to regret a lot of things and when she least expects it, the things she regrets will enter her head and she will clench her fist and shut her eyes tight to make it go away. Her biggest regret, however, is when she played Sonata Pathetique mvm. 3 in a restaurant, the day she found out her magical abilities.

What is their greatest fear: Angel is secretly scared of one thing: being unwanted and consequently alone. She’s scared that she won’t get a man who would love her unconditionally because she’s not good enough or she’s scared that her friends gossip behind her back or love each other more than her because she’s not good enough. This fear worsens after she found out about her magic.

When was the last time they cried: Angel hates crying, more so in front of others. She doesn’t know why she even does; it was a thing she knew ever since she was a child. Because of this, she doesn’t normally cry, even if she bottles up depressing thoughts. She does cry, however, when the guilt from the day she found out her magic and the fear of not being loved by anyone ate her up.

What is their philosophy of life: Angel likes to go with the flow but she has to establish a few things she wants in life to make it easier.

What will they stand up for: Angel doesn’t have much she particularly feels passionate about, as she’s the type who would rather chill and not be caught in conflict. But if there’s one thing that would irk her, it’s people being mean. She doesn’t get why people would betray their friends nor would she understand why people are jerks. Therefore, she tries to be nice to everyone she meets.

Is it easy to admit their mistake: Yes. Angel will know if it was her mistake or not.

Is it easy to forgive others: Definitely. Angel can’t hold a grudge.

Weak traits: Angel can be lazy and won’t complete a project she started on. Angel also has some level of arrogance, born out of the fear that she isn’t good enough and that no one would want her.

Strong traits: Angel will always try to be a trustworthy person and someone who tries her best.

Family and History:

Angel is actually from the 21st century who recently graduated from college with a degree in music. While walking back to a condo her family owns, Blanc bumps into her and drops his pocket watch, which she picked up. She chased him and called him but he was too fast. Eventually, he disappears, confusing Angel, and standing on the spot where he was, she ended up falling to 19th century Cradle.

Angel’s family is actually a mix of two worlds. Her mother was a Cradle citizen, born into a family of magic users, while her father was from the Land of Reason. Her mother, for some reason, entered the Garden on the full moon and accidentally ended up being transported to 21st century Earth, where she met Angel’s father and fell in love. They hid this from Angel and her other siblings and she only found out during a chance encounter with her mother’s parents. Because of the magic and resistance to it being passed down, she inherited both abilities, which are most powerful in music.

Skills and Special Abilities:

Magic: Angel can cast magic like typical magic users. When she uses magic normally, it’s far from the power of magic users such as Lancelot and Harr. However, when she plays piano or flute, her magic becomes much stronger, possibly stronger than the aforementioned two. Using it, however, can cause fatigue, fever, and even fainting.

Magic Resistance: Due to her roots in the Land of Reason, she also has the ability to nullify magic, making her one of the most powerful people in Cradle– and a target. Strangely, when she makes TwoSetViolin references, her magic nullification ability is more powerful. (It was how she even found out about her magic resistance. She remarked “iNtErEsTiNg” once and the nearby lights went off. The crystals in the light bulbs were newly installed.)

Pianist: She has a decade and a half worth of experience.

Flutist: While not as experienced with the flute (only having played it for around 5 years), she can still play it.

Paired with: Currently no one, but she has a crush on Jonah

Life in Cradle:

Angel just recently graduated from college when she first encountered Blanc, who bumped into her. Blanc seemed very antsy and, after apologizing to her, ran off. He dropped his pocket watch, however. The same thing that happened to Alice the Second occurred, except Blanc actually was nearby when Angel was falling to 19th century Cradle.

The portal closed immediately after Blanc caught Angel, so she was trapped in the unknown world.

On the first days staying in Cradle, Angel was nervous, even with Blanc and Oliver helping her. Often, she was reminded of how tense she was.

During one of the days Blanc showed her around, Angel saw a troop of Red Army soldiers, being led by Jonah. Angel found him attractive and kept glancing at him.

Eventually, Angel asked Blanc if she can get a job and her own living space, since she didn’t want to burden him. Blanc helped her find a job as a waitress in a cafe and got her an apartment to stay in.

She found out about her magic nullification abilities when she moved in to her apartment.

For two months, she carried a rather mundane life as a worker in a cafe. There was a day when, during break, she ate in another cafe at the same time as Jonah (and found him cute as he ate his mille-fueille).

A few days after the news of the former King of Hearts being assassinated was announced, Angel was eating out with some friends from work. The restaurant had a piano, so she decided to play Sonata Pathetique mvm. 3. Midway through the piece, she heard screams and shouts of pain. That was when she found out that she was unleashing magical attacks through her playing and started to panic when she realized her hands were moving on their own. That was when an explosion occurred.

She was brought to Kyle thanks to Oliver. She was the only one who survived the fiasco, which was dubbed Perish Song Night. She also found out her left eye changed color.

Because of the fiasco, she was fired from her job.

A week later, Red Army declared war on the Black Army. The next day, they faced off. Angel was nearby when it happened and was praying in her head for nothing bad to happen. That was when she accidentally repelled Lancelot’s magic, confusing everyone. It was enough for Blanc and Oliver to arrive and stop the conflict.

Two days after the face-off, Edgar finds Angel in her apartment, taking her to the Red Army HQ. There, Angel is made to serve the Red Army by using her magical abilities against the Black Army.

#ikerev #ikemen revolution #cradlesona

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Reviewing time for MAG150 /X__X/

- … So this is how you guys pronounce “cul-de-sac”, you absolute barbarians. (No, you don’t pronounce that L in French……………..)

- Statement-giver was, this week again, an absolute delight of sarcasm/self-awareness/casual self-deprecation… and so honest about his own faults and wrongs and personal pet-peeves that, even with the cheating, he didn’t seem antipathetic to me at all? Except for:

(MAG150, Herman Gorgoli) “There’s plenty of things I’ve done I couldn’t explain to you. I mean, I’m constantly, constantly looking back on my past self, and thinking: “What an idiot. How the hell could he have down such an obviously stupid thing? How was I surprised it went so badly; what a relief I’m now so much older, and wiser.” … Except that last part never really turns out to be true, does it? The line of when you were your dumb younger self seems to keep moving forwards with you, until each more mature and reasonable version of you… eventually falls foul of it, and becomes… a young idiot.”

YOU’RE RIGHT BUT YOU SHOULDN’T SAY IT………… SHHHHHHH…

- The moose thing. The effing moose thing. I love that in the middle of cheating and probably-depression/middle-age crisis and bad break-up, there was suddenly the mention of the moose:

(MAG150, Herman Gorgoli) “I’d probably have stayed away forever if it… hadn’t been for the moose. There was a… carved wooden moose, you see, something Alberto’s grandfather had carved, apparently, and a real family heirloom. It was an ugly old thing, with this… weird angular face that always made my skin crawl a bit. I’d never let him display it in our house, so it had lived in one of the suitcases under the stairs. The suitcases I’d pulled out and filled in a tearful rage when I was leaving. So… yeah, I’d kind of accidentally stolen the moose?”

How do you “accidentally” steal a carved wooden moose. (But then, was it truly an accident? Herman must have seen it when filling a suitcase – so it may have been… bitterness and anger in the spur of the moment, a mix of wanting to steal something precious to hurt someone he had loved, and keep something precious to a person he still loved, because it reminded him of him?)

- I got the Spiral-vibes of getting lost in the endless suburb, but to me, it was pretty clear from the start that this was a Lonely statement because:

(MAG150, Herman Gorgoli) “You’re all alone, trying to connect with people, trying to find your place in the world – but in the end, the only person you really know is yourself.”

… was textbook what Peter had told poor Brian in his very first ‘on-screen’ appearance:

(MAG100) PETER: Peter Lukas! Lovely to meet you, Brian. Now, am I to understand – you don’t work here? BRIAN: Uh, no; I was just, um… making a s–statement, o–or, or whatever, u–um… PETER: That’s probably for the best. Elias can be quite… “protective” of his people. [CHUCKLING] Never really understood why – I mean, in the end, the only person you really have is yourself! Wouldn’t you agree, Brian? BRIAN: Wh– I–I don’t… What…? PETER: Well. Plenty of time to make your mind up, I’m, I’m sure.

(Hi, This Was Another Incidental Reminder That Even If He’s Not In This Episode And Only Mentioned In Jon’s Post-Statement: Peter Lukas Is Hella Bad News.)

- Gerry had described The Lonely as “feeling that you’re just… alone. Maybe there’s no-one else there at all, maybe you just can’t connect” (MAG111); MAG150 reminded me mostly of MAG048 and MAG108 in that aspect – statement-givers surrounded by almost-people, the idea that things around are becoming empty shells, that people are fading/losing their identity? And in this episode, yeah, the dull repetitive suburb made a lot of sense (combined with impersonal TV shows and the… logic of them going wrong, the disconnect getting more and more pronounced as their actions made no sense and their words turned out to be unintelligible).

Two things strike me about The Lonely statements so far:

* They were either triggered by a Lukas (MAG013, MAG033, MAG057, MAG092, Peter Lukas being there-and-not-there throughout season 4), either… just happened for seemingly unknown reasons, just because the statement-givers had a personal rapport to isolation/loneliness/feeling singled out, initially taking comfort in it until it was twisted all over (MAG048, MAG150). (+ MAG108, but Adonis’s case is not clear to me: when Peter asked Martin “Did [Elias] suggest you record a statement today? One that mentioned me?”, was it an exaggeration and was Peter talking about The Lonely in general? Or was it literal, and Peter had been in the audience, and the one responsible for messing up Adonis?)

* … People who got out of it through an emotional anchor (Naomi’s dead fiancé in MAG013, Andrea’s mother in MAG048, Herman’s (ex-)husband in MAG150)… got out of it. No “half-finished meals”, as far as we know, amongst the people who escaped it? On the other side, Adonis dragged himself to the Institute before disappearing entirely but he knew it was coming, he hadn’t managed to escape it; same with Barnabas Bennett, who was stuck in The Lonely and only managed to transmit a call for help (that remained unanswered by Jonah). Yetunde Uthman apparently didn’t have any anchor and was a vulnerable target (Gerry had warned us that the Fears tended to pick on the vulnerable and people on the margins). There is still Carter, whose whereabouts are unknown (he was clearly messed up, but Jon didn’t mention if he was still around or not).

(… but then, there is Martin, who seems to have begun using Lonely powers, and it’s… another matter entirely to get out of that, probably.)

- Given how Herman mentioned that Yetunde seemed to have died recently:

(MAG150, Herman Gorgoli) “My eyes found themselves focusing on the ceiling. On a small spot of red, that seemed to have seeped through from above. As I climbed those stairs, I desperately tried to tell myself I didn’t know what was going to be up there. And to be fair I was surprised by some of the details. But as soon as I saw the spot, I just knew that… someone else was up there. And that they were dead. The only questions were “how”, and “who”. I think I’d given up on “why”. I didn’t know them, as it turned out. A young woman, conservatively dressed. Her face was bloody, but… I was sure I didn’t recognise her. She had a bag with her and her ID read “Yetunde Uthman”. Not a name I’d ever encountered before. Just another victim of this place. […] I don’t think she’d been dead that long. But I’m not a doctor, and I didn’t really try to check. Instead I turned and ran, all my tiredness gone in a sudden rush of adrenalin, down the stairs, out the door and into the night and the rows upon rows of bland, empty houses.”

… I wonder if he got stuck in the Lonely place to replace her as a Fear-battery of some sort, because she had ended her own life? We may have got a similar case with Sean Kelly (MAG033): Jon mentioned that his body washed up six months after his disappearance on the boat, but that the coroner had established that “it had only been in the water for five days” – had he been stuck on the boat alone all this time, until he couldn’t stand it anymore and threw himself in the sea to make it stop…?

- This week’s static were (not including Jon when he Knew Melanie was at the door – which… has happened a lot this season. The specific thing of Jon Knowing when someone is close / about to come in):

(MAG150, Herman Gorgoli) “I’ve never seen [STATIC:] people happily living in a place so obviously dead. Two years we lived there. [/STATIC] Two years imprisoned in that beige, comfortable house, with the man I loved, watching our relationship turn to… sniping and snapping and bitter passive-aggression. […] Because the sign said: [STATIC] “Road”. No name. Just: [STATIC] “Road”. […] [STATIC] “Avenue”. “Close”. “Way”. “Lane”. Only ever the suffix; never with the name attached.”

… And I still don’t know what to make out of that first one? Is it about being Swallowed By Banal Life?

(The statement reminded me a looooooooooooooooot of Wajdi Mouawad’s Seuls, actually, and oh. This play is indeed such a sheer complete utter Lonely mood.)

- … it’s rare, but this one was… kind of a sweet ending?

(MAG150, Herman Gorgoli) “It was Alberto. He was… calling me. I don’t know how, but the tears came even faster now as I answered, sobbing with relief to hear him yelling at me for taking so long. Had I forgotten? Was I even planning to bother? I tried to reply, to explain, but all I could manage to say, to get through the shaking sobs… was “I love you”. He went… very quiet. And then he hung up. It didn’t matter though, because when I looked around, the windows of the houses were lit, and a woman was coming down from her front door to ask if I needed help with my car. … We’re working on it, the two of us. We’re not exactly back together yet, but I think it’s going well. He’s reluctant to sell the house, but I’ve made it quite clear that I’m never going back to the suburbs. Even if I can’t… really tell him why. I checked. To see if I could find anything about Yetunde Uthman. And I did find a few old social media profiles. But I wasn’t able to get through to any family or friends. As far as I can tell she disappeared a year ago. And nobody noticed.”

Not perfect but: it helped to push Herman to acknowledge that he still loved Alberto, they reconnected, the fact that they’re working on their relationship is honestly the best possible outcome – things aren’t perfect but… oddly hopeful? Although, at the same time, we had confirmation of what happened to Yetunde, who hadn’t been so lucky.

- … and at the same time, FFFFFFFFFFFFFFF did that statement feel like Specifically Going After Jon.

Main relationship about a duo of romantically involved males who (got) separated, snappy statement-giver who can’t stand monotony, who had the feeling of being “imprisoned” for “two years” and then got trapped alone (… Martin and Jon have been “trapped” for almost three years at this point), bitterness and annoyance covering up remnants of love; statement-giver wanting to see Alberto again, getting stuck in The Lonely, managing to get out of it thanks to his lover calling him… Jon, right after: Have I mentioned Martin recently.

(And I feel, too, that we heard a lot more… background corporeal noises than usual, in this statement? Here and there, we could hear sounds as though Jon was shifting – uncomfortable? Trying to get out of the statement’s trance as an experiment? It was especially jarring there:

(MAG150, Herman Gorgoli) “… Maybe I was hoping for a fight. Or just… to see him again. I don’t know. I was younger then. Foolish. [HUFF]”

That part was followed by some ruffling of clothes and, I think, a faint scraping of his chair? It was… quite noticeable.)

- Which makes me wonder: why did Jon read this statement? Because… it sounded way too targeted to feel like a coincidence? Annabelle made fun of Jon (and us :w) for not being sure of when and where Beholding and The Web were influencing him, if there was any influence at all, but… it’s still an actual question. Or is it that Jon was drawn towards a statement matching his feelings and mood, on his own?

If it’s Beholding-or-Web, why would they push him towards this specific statement, which seems to be basically just talking about Jon’s relationship with Martin and giving him tips on how to get Martin back? Because indeed, Jon seemed to entirely miss the point, if there was any (that to get out of The Lonely’s influence, which is insidious enough to make you feel like you’re embracing isolation on your own, you have to rely on connections – in both ways, to reach and be reached):

(MAG150) ARCHIVIST: Statement ends. The Lonely is… possibly the most insidious of the powers, I believe. Certainly it is the one that… most delights in having you do its work for it. Even the Spiders seem to have a hard time matching it for sheer seductiveness. [HUFF] “Time to yourself”, “self-care”, “putting yourself forward”… “not being a burden on those you care about”… [PAUSE] It doesn’t even need to tell you any lies; just waits for the lies you tell yourself. […] And at least none of us is suffering alone. … Martin’s got it the worst, of course. But it still seems to be his choice. And I have to trust that he knows what he’s doing.

And yeah, Missing The Point is a typical Jon thing; but here, it felt… even more than that. Pointedly ignoring the statement to talk about another logic. … Is Jon fearing that Beholding-or-The-Web are trying to push him to reach for Martin and/or get him out of Lukas’s influence, and assuming that that’s precisely a reason why he shouldn’t try to pull Martin out…?

The matter of “trusting Martin” had been brought up with Basira first:

(MAG127) ARCHIVIST: Do they? … W–w–who else– Did Martin say something? BASIRA: … It was a few months back. After the attack. He’d started spending time with Lukas. At least, he said he was. And I wanted answers. He kept telling me to trust him, to hear the guy out even though he still wouldn’t actually show his face. I told him he could… drop me an email or vanish me.

(MAG129) BASIRA: Then everything ended, and Daisy was gone. And you were gone. And Tim. And then I got back to the Institute, and Martin sent me to meet the new boss. Then I stood alone in an empty office for more than one hour. I can trust me, Jon. That’s it. ARCHIVIST: [SIGH]

So is Jon reacting in opposition to Basira because he saw what happened to her? Is he sticking to his decision to “trust” the assistants that he had stated in MAG117? When it comes to his involvement with Peter, Martin has never actually told Jon to trust him; it’s something that Jon came to on his own and tried to stick to, even though he’s been obviously forcing himself and uneasy about the whole situation:

(MAG129) ARCHIVIST: No, it’s fine, I know you’ve got… whatever this is, I’m not going to question you. MARTIN: Thank you.

(MAG139) ARCHIVIST: … [SIGH] I’m just worried about Martin. … Christ… Every other Avatar gets to have their feelings… burned right out of them, but me? I’ve… just got to sit in mine. … I know he said he had everything under control. I need… to trust him; whatever he’s doing with Peter, he’s… he knows what he’s doing. Probably. I just– … [VERY FAST] I need him to be okay. I just do.

It’s still curious how Jon is sticking to this idea…? Is it because Jon knows a bit more about Martin’s whereabouts than he has been telling on tape? (His affirmation that “Martin’s got it the worst, of course.” was… a bit strange – how can Jon be so certain of that?) Is it because Martin was a bit more explicit to Daisy that they had to rely on him? (Since Daisy spotted the recorder at the end of MAG142 while Martin and her were still discussing, and she told him that she had reported their conversation to Jon in MAG144 – we might have missed some information outside of the recording.) Is it because Jon learned from the end of season 3 that Martin knew how to hide his plan, and then Jon might be overestimating him in that regard, thinking that Martin will be able to take down Peter? Is it because it has become a convenient excuse for Jon to not interact with Martin – because he’s afraid that Martin will be too disappointed and disgusted with what Jon has done and become…?

(Jon felt especially self-deprecative with the “not being a burden on those you care about”, followed by a pause…)

- Hey! We now have canon footage of Jon saying “I love you”, cheers!

- Surprise!awareness with Jon pointing out the danger Peter represents:

(MAG150) ARCHIVIST: We’re… all well aware that with Peter Lukas in charge of the Institute, it’s a very real danger to all of us. We are trying. Daisy, Basira and I, we don’t leave the Institute much anymore – so we do spend a lot of time together. It’s not that easy, though. When everyone has so many walls, so many defences… [SIGH] sometimes you can feel lonely even when you’re in the same room. … But it’s better than the alternative. And at least none of us is suffering alone.

… at the same time, that arrangement sounds… so stiff and awkward. They “spend a lot of time together”. Sure, with close friends, you don’t need to do things together to be at ease and have an amazing time in the same room. But still; it… sounds so cold and impersonal, with Jon’s words…?

- ;; The vocabulary…

(MAG150) ARCHIVIST: Statement of Herman Gorgoli, regarding his period trapped alone in a suburban area of Cheadle. Original statement written 9th November, 2014. Audio recording by Jonathan Sims, the Archivist. Statement begins. […] MELANIE: Jon, have you got a moment? ARCHIVIST: Uh… [DOOR CLOSES] Of course, I was just, um… having a statement. MELANIE: Uh… an, an old one? ARCHIVIST: Wh– Yes, an old one! I’m not– I’m doing my best.

That… was, I think, the first time Jon introduced a statement as “written” (instead of the usual “given”). I reaaaally hope that it’s because Jon is not perceiving the live-statements as the actual given ones, because we saw multiple times that people didn’t have a choice when it came to them (Jon would make them tell him their story, whether they consent to it or not); is it because he’s becoming suspicious of the written ones being dub/noncon’d out of people too…? In any case, that “written” was… odd.

The “having a statement” was awful and, yeah, addict getting his fix. … And at the same time, making me awfully sad: because these are people’s stories and at the moment, they’re just handled like… food. They’re consumed, and nothing else: once again, Jon wasn’t interested in any follow-up, he didn’t have a thought for Herman. We only heard about Yetunde Uthman’s disappearance because Herman searched her up and reported on it – and usually, it would have been part of the follow-up that Jon or the assistants would have provided? They would have checked for the time of her disappearance, they would have tried to find out if a missing report was filed, where and when? But here, nothing from Jon, who prefers to focus on the Fear dynamic (like he did in MAG125 when he tried to get meta on the Slaughter and the idea of control). And in the same way, we haven’t heard of Jon’s victims from season 4 at all except for Jess’s complaint in MAG142 and Jon describing what he had done in MAG146 – it feels like, for the team Archives… they’ve ceased to exist as people past the fact that Jon attacked them…?

(Once again, I!! still!! find!! it!! hard!! to be emotional over Jon right now, to feel sad or emotionally invested in him. Because: he’s not the primary victim. Depressed and in a bad place, sure; but the people he hurt don’t have a protagonist status ensuring they’re heard, and I want to hear about them the most…)

- ALRIGHT, SO.

M e l a n i e, holy Mew. Everything Melanie.

(MAG150) MELANIE: Look. [INHALE] I’m not going to do my job anymore. ARCHIVIST: … I am not sure I follow, you–you know we… we can’t… quit, we’ve all tried. MELANIE: I didn’t say I was going to quit. I said: I’m not going to do my job. No researching; no filing; no… field trips. Nothing that is going to help the Institute in any way. I’ll still be around, I just… ARCHIVIST: [SIGH] MELANIE: I can’t be a part of this anymore. If, if I get sick, I get sick. And, and if I die… ARCHIVIST: Why? MELANIE: Because this place is evil, Jon! And so… doing this job… ARCHIVIST: [LOUD EXHALE] MELANIE: Helping it out… even in small ways, i–is in some way… evil too! Every time we try to use it to do good, it just seems to make everything worse, and… and I will not be a part of that anymore. ARCHIVIST: What about The Unknowing? We, we saved the world! MELANIE: Did we? I… I mean, I–I think it was the right thing to do, but how many people were killed to do it? We, we weren’t even a neutral party; we did it as agents of The Eye, because Elias told us to. ARCHIVIST: An–and then you put him in jail! MELANIE: Martin put him there. And, and–and he’s still doing harm. [INHALE] You ever think that maybe this whole… ritual business is just an excuse, an–and that we’re all part of some… huge miserable Fear-machine? ARCHIVIST: [SIGH] I’ve… considered the possibility. MELANIE: Right. Well. If I’m… just another cog, er… Maybe I can’t leave the machine, but from this moment? I–I–I’m not turning. I’m… jammed. [SIGH]

* I love how you could hear Melanie’s efforts when it came to communication all through the exchange. She’s struggling with words, they have trouble coming out of her, almost physically; you can hear that they don’t want to come out, but she keeps pushing through. Even at the end, when she pointed out to Jon “Look, I… didn’t come here for a fight. I… just wanted to let you know what was going on.”: she put efforts into not answering with anger, she softened a bit.

* Jon had already singled her out by mentioning that Basira, Daisy and he were spending time together (leaving out Melanie) and that they weren’t leaving the Institute much anymore. We knew that it wasn’t the case for Melanie, since she had been told to frequently leave it: she was going to therapy in MAG136, Daisy said that she was out in MAG142, Georgie came to pick her up in MAG145 and MAG149. Unlike the others, Melanie has managed to reconnect with a life outside of the Institute – she has put work in her recovery, she relied on someone who was staying out of spooky matters (Georgie), she separated herself from a place she has deemed toxic. It only feel logical that she would reach the mental state and the decision to… cut her connection to The Eye even further.

* It…………………… fits……………….. her so well… I’m not sure I’m explaining it well but, with MAG117 and her rant about Elias (which really felt like a “down with the patriarchy” one?), I had gotten the feeling that Melanie… fitted well with “activism” as a notion: denouncing and firmly refusing to close her eyes in the face of things sticking out to her as unfair or oppressive.

* “Control” and “choices” have been extremely present themes this season and… Melanie is putting her own touch in that picture. Regaining control over her life, but also highlighting that even though they’re stuck in the Archives, they’re in that “dead end” too, they still have options and that even passively serving The Eye is still serving, is still choosing to feed a Fear-machine; and that they still have the possibility to… plainly stop. She didn’t say it but the idea is also quite clear that Jon still reading statements for his own survival is, in parallel, an active choice on its own. And it’s true that Jon never questioned or wondered about the possibility of stopping even though it would make him suffer – when he realised he was experiencing withdrawal without them in MAG107, he just decided that he would roll with it because his priority was still to stop The Unknowing and he couldn’t afford to waste time pondering about it:

(MAG107) ARCHIVIST: It looks like the recording of statements has now passed over from psychological compulsion into… a more physical dependence. I don’t whether this is… some sort of classical addiction or something a bit deeper. But either way, this is not the time for experimentation. I’m on a deadline, and if I need to be reading statements to stay well enough, then I suppose that’s what I shall do.

But in season 4, it’s not something he thought about questioning, or at least, not out loud. We still hear him reading statements. He’s currently choosing to try to not attack people anymore, sure, and it indeed means not hurting any more innocents… But it’s true that even reading statements is not an “innocent” act, if it’s also feeding The Eye.

* Melanie’s choice is radical and is… probably the bravest thing ever done by a character this series, along with Sasha jumping at Tim to save him from Jane Prentiss?

And there are many ways it’s going to turn awful for her – she mentioned it would probably be bad, could go to “dying” level. We heard from Tim that trying to run away from the Institute was bad. Even if Melanie manages to stick to it, in exchange for the comfort of sticking to her ideal, it will be pain and misery. It means the others will witness it. I’m not even sure that Jon will let her carry through with it – given how he didn’t “want to lose anyone else” in MAG118 and still lost Tim. It’s going to be bad, and I’m so, so impressed that Melanie is choosing to take that road, because it makes sense, but still: it’s a personal sacrifice, without glory, and yet it sounds like the most effective thing to do to stop feeding The Eye and to not participate in the Fears business.

* (… I’m not even sure, though, that Melanie’s sufferings (and/or that Jon observing it) wouldn’t… feed The Eye, incidentally.)

* GUUUUUUUH, I love the direction the similarities she shared with Tim took… We knew that they had discussed together off-record:

(MAG106) ELIAS: You already have doubts, though. You’ve been talking with Tim, and have convinced yourself that– MELANIE: [DRY LAUGHTER] ELIAS: –even if I’m telling the truth, I’m too dangerous to live. MELANIE: Well.

There were a few random/comic bits – both Tim and Melanie had expressed some longing for the real Sasha, both are bit more crude than the other characters (holders of “fuck” and “asshole”). Both expressed wariness/disgust for the tape recorders:

(MAG098) MARTIN: […] Have you seen [Jon] since…? TIM: [GRUNT] Kind of. We tried to talk, but he, he reached for that– Ah, he, he wanted to turn on his recorder. I freaked out a bit, and I said some stuff: if he wanted to talk, no tapes, I just, I just hate that thing.

(MAG136) THERAPIST: Right, have a seat. Do you mind if I record our sessions? MELANIE: I do mind. Yes. THERAPIST: Ah? I mean, it’s just for my own notes. MELANIE: I categorically and completely do not give consent for you to make any recording of me, ever. Turn it off. Please.

But what was striking this episode is how close Melanie’s words were to Tim, when it came to the Institute and their work there:

(MAG098) TIM: Still doing those? MARTIN: … Yeah. Yeah… I did ask Elias if I could stop. TIM: And he said “no” for a mysterious reason? MARTIN: I don’t know? I mean, he kind of explained – I think? Jon’s “too inconsistent” at the moment. He needs to make up for the shortfall, which, I guess, means me. … Unless you… TIM: No. MARTIN: He did suggest I try to get you involved, and– TIM: And I suggest that he not be a scary, magic psychopath. … Whoops! Too late. MARTIN: … Yeah. TIM: [SIGH] … Sorry. MARTIN: No, I– I get it. Heh. They’re not exactly much fun. TIM: Look, it’s not that. I… [SIGH] This place is evil, Martin. And I think doing what It wants? Probably makes us evil. And It wants those things to be read. I mean, I’m not gonna stop you, but, at the same time– MARTIN: I– I get it.

And Tim was the only one of the assistants to experience the sickness of not serving The Eye anymore/trying to flee, which Melanie took into account in her decision:

(MAG090) TIM: I hopped a flight to Malaysia. Found myself a hotel. ELIAS: I see. … You were trying to leave us? TIM: Yeah…! ELIAS: But you’ve returned. TIM: I… I got sick. The longer I was gone… I felt weak, like… like I was, I was losing myself…

(MAG150) MELANIE: I’ll still be around, I just… I can’t be a part of this anymore. If, if I get sick, I get sick. And, and if I die…

And although Melanie and Tim share a reasoning, their conclusions… differ so greatly. Tim fell into depression (confirmed by Mike in the Assistants Round Table) and ultimately chose anger and self-destruction as his answer. Melanie… goes with something that is technically self-destructing, too, but which also feels like self-preserving – and more interestingly, without anger, although it had been a long-term companion over the course of her life?

* Goooods, we got Basira and Martin visiting Elias in prison – now, I want Melanie visiting him and taking none of his shit anymore. I’m worried it would go super badly for her because Elias can be shitty when he wants to be, but still want………………… Melanie uncomfortable but resisting her anger and not letting him get under her skin this time around………………….

* I’m a bit worried over what Jon will take out of the exchange, however, since:

1°) Unlike Melanie, he has continued constantly feeding The Eye by reading the statements. The comparison does him a disservice.

2°) What Melanie said about The Unknowing:

(MAG150) MELANIE: Helping it out… even in small ways, i–is in some way… evil too! Every time we try to use it to do good, it just seems to make everything worse, and… and I will not be a part of that anymore. ARCHIVIST: What about The Unknowing? We, we saved the world! MELANIE: Did we? I… I mean, I–I think it was the right thing to do, but how many people were killed to do it? We, we weren’t even a neutral party; we did it as agents of The Eye, because Elias told us to.

… was absolutely fair and true. Nikola had pointed out to Tim just before he exploded the place:

(MAG119) NIKOLA: You… idiot! Do you really think the world will fare any better under the Watcher? You think you’re saving anyone? TIM: I don’t care.

But it also tells Jon that there is absolutely no way serving The Eye (or even being trapped with it) can do anything good, ever; that there is no positiveness to take out of their awful situation. Jon had made out of MAG127’s statement that the Institute had been created in evil purpose, that the aim of the place had always been bad… but it’s something else to be told from one of the assistant that stopping The Unknowing wasn’t even a “victory”. That Tim died almost for nothing, unwillingly furthering the interests of something he hated although he was pursuing his own revenge.

I doubt Jon’s defensiveness was out of loyalty for The Eye, but it’s true that this is not the first time it popped up this season (in MAG129, when he tried to argue with Martin that The Eye hadn’t gone “after our own” unlike Peter); it might be that Jon was still clinging to the hope that at least, getting compromised and twisted and “becoming a monster” could at least mean getting powerful enough to protect innocents and/or the world, that they could still find meaning in that… and no. Jon has been attacking innocents; and he’s being reminded that the Institute is not neutral. (And indeed: what about The Eye’s own ritual…)

* On the matter of isolation and of Jon lacking connections… although I am delighted by Melanie’s announcement, it also sounded like a goodbye. She did point out that she would still be there, but by deciding that she would stop working for The Eye, that she wouldn’t do anything resembling Archival assistant work… it sounded, to me, like she was “leaving” the Archives, and Jon too, on an emotional level. And I’m a bit worried that Jon would take it the wrong way: given that Martin doesn’t want to interact with him, and that now, Melanie is cutting one of their only connections, he’s getting even more isolated, abandoned by them?

(When talking with Gerry, Jon had called The Lonely “isolation” before learning its usual denomination, and it… might be telling that he’s more sensible to that aspect.)

- Aaaaaaaaaaaand Jon was thinking that Melanie’s therapist could be Annabelle, too, and it’s SO SILLY presented this way:

(MAG150) ARCHIVIST: … Did your… therapist suggest this? […] Melanie, could you… could you describe your therapist for me? MELANIE: [CHUCKLING] What? You think I wouldn’t notice if she had cobwebs down her face? ARCHIVIST: … No? MELANIE: [DEEP INHALE] That’s it, isn’t it? [EXHALE] You… you really think I’m so stupid I wouldn’t have noticed if my therapist was some kind of monster! ARCHIVIST: I just… It was a worry. MELANIE: Right, right… Okay: I know. That is why I ruined my first four sessions, and almost torpedoed the chance at a genuinely, really good therapist, because I was so paranoid that she was going to turn out to be some… some thing trying to manipulate me – but no. She’s not full of spiders, or made of wax, or wearing the therapist’s skin, or whatever: she’s just a well-trained professional, who I am paying to help me. ARCHIVIST: O–kay. [SIGH] It’s just… The Web can be subtle, you understand? MELANIE: And? For all you know, its plan is to paralyse you with indecision…! ARCHIVIST: [SIGH] MELANIE: Leaving you… sitting here, terrified that… everything you do is somehow all part of its Grand Plan… And who do you think that fear is gonna feed? ARCHIVIST: Yes, well. [INHALE] You are… not the first, to make that point.

To be fair: Jon and Melanie hadn’t identified Elias as an Eye cultist when they were new to it, and Jon is apparently unable to focus on his Web-lighter – the therapist could still be… something (someone relevant and/or an avatar). I’m glad, though, that the therapy seems to be working!! (… although I’m a bit worried because, on the one hand, Melanie Got It when she points out she’s paying a professional to help her; on the other hand, the way she said her therapist was “genuinely, really good” felt… weird to me? It’s not something I’d say of mine? I would talk about methods and how it’s working for me but not… compliment like this.)

- Crying very hard that Melanie is absolutely spot-on on the fact that The Web is mostly a perfect culprit for Jon, at the moment. Once again. Because that was his idea in MAG146 – MAG147, too.

It’s interesting how Jon has been settling more and more with referring to The Web as “the Spider(s)” this season!

(MAG081) ARCHIVIST: I do not know how many of them there are, or precisely how they separate, but I do know that the Eye – Beholding – was not the first that I encountered in my life. The first was the Spider. The Web. And I have no idea what that might mean.

(MAG130) ARCHIVIST: I found this tape tucked in the corner of my desk drawer. [AGGRAVATED SIGH] Covered in cobwebs. I suppose subtlety is gone out the window a bit. And the question is now simply … how much I trust the Spider to have my… best interests at heart.

It fits him, and I still do like how The Web is actually referred to in feminine form (“she”, “Mother”, “Mother-of-Puppets”) by People In The Known, but Jon tends to go with “it” – it’s… probably more of a “he” for him, too, because of his own personal experience, given how he (almost) met “Mr. Spider”? He’s not been the only one going with “the Spider” this season, though, it sounds like an actual way to refer to it:

(MAG121) OLIVER: Honestly, I’m… still not exactly sure why I’m here. But… you know better than anyone how the spiders can get into your head. Easier to just do what She asks!

(MAG128, Breekon) “A thrumming, silk-wrapped thing of the Spider, hiding away in an old steamer trunk. […] The Spider’s always an easy job – no fuss, no complication, everything planned and prepared. It knows too much to truly be a Stranger, but hides its knowing well enough to endure.”

(MAG136) DAISY: [SCOFF] She’s… Web. Spider’s sneaky like that. [PAUSE] Like that lighter you’re always using. Where’d you get that?

(MAG146) HELEN: There is… something wrong, with Hill Top Road. You know it as well as I do. Some strange “scar in reality” at the centre of… whatever it is the Spider is spinning. […] But the Spider’s strings are subtle, so I suppose it’s not impossible. Why?

(MAG148) ELIAS: Uh! Look, look, look. I’ve… been doing this a long time now and, if there’s one thing I’ve learned about The Web, it’s that it plays its own game. All you can really do is… hope it doesn’t get in the way of whatever your plan is. Because the Spider usually wins…!

(Although Elias/Daisy/maybe Helen could have picked up the habit from Jon.)

- rgefdjerkfd

(MAG150) ARCHIVIST: … Did your… therapist suggest this? MELANIE: N–not… not exactly. … She’s just… helped me work through some things I’ve been thinking for a while, uh, she doesn’t know the details. Just that I’m in a “bad contract situation” working somewhere pretty awful. [HUFF] … She thinks I work for the Tories. ARCHIVIST: … God…

I love that 1°) this is how the therapist translated Melanie’s situation, 2°) that for Jon and Melanie, being bound to an eldritch entity feeding of pain and fear that is trying to reshape the world as a factory farm is still… way better than the perspective of working for the Tories. BABES, I LOVE YOU.

- Especially given how we only know that not serving The Eye means getting sick because Tim experienced it, that Tim had been the first one to call the Institute “evil” and to point out that working for it meant corrupting themselves, and given how The Unknowing was mentioned… I’m still utterly baffled that Tim wasn’t even namedropped in this episode. I still kind of hope that there is something coming about it because? It was super-weird?

- Guuuuh, Melanie and Daisy are so good this season!!

(MAG150) MELANIE: If you need me, I’ll be trying to get Daisy drunk. ARCHIVIST: [STATIC] Good luck. It only ever happened once in 2006, she drank a– … Sorry. Didn’t mean to. MELANIE: Sure. See you around.

… and pffft: Martin highlighted that Daisy was “pretty observant” (MAG142), and we now have confirmation that Daisy very rarely gets drunk… which means she’s probably used to watching people get wasted around her? To hear compromising stuff while she remains sober? Daisy, you’ve been getting a lot of Beholding points lately.

- That means that, right now, three members out of four of Team Archives are under withdrawal: Daisy is resisting the call of her blood/The Hunt, Jon has stopped taking live-statements (and ;; isn’t recovering well from their trip to Svalbard: MAG150, “… Still feeling weak. Restless. I want to be proactive, but there hasn’t…! That hasn’t been going quite so well for us lately.” He probably won’t truly heal until he takes one…), Melanie has now stopped working for The Eye.

- Alright, so both with Jon commenting that Basira-Daisy-and-him are spending a lot of time together bundled up in the Institute (in the Archives / in the tunnels?), and Melanie announcing that she would stop to do any work for the Archives… What are they spending their time on? Because Melanie’s decision implies that the assistants were currently still doing research and follow-ups, although we haven’t heard a trace of it lately: in season 1 and 2, Jon was constantly crediting his assistants’ work during follow-up; in season 3, we heard them adding some data after the statements they had read, and we had a few mentions of Jon asking for their help while he was away. In season 4, Jon highlighted here and there that it wasn’t the case anymore:

(MAG122) ARCHIVIST: Statement ends. [EXHALE] Well that… certainly helped, I think. No notes or follow-up in the statement, and obviously no research done by myself or… my team.

(MAG123) ARCHIVIST: Statement ends. The Web does seem to have a preference for those who prefer not to assert themselves. The investigation is tricky, I don’t want to impose on Basira and, obviously, Melanie and… Martin… aren’t available, but I did do some light searching myself on Gregory Cox.

(MAG124) ARCHIVIST: … Of course, even if I did want to do research into the statement, I wouldn’t have any help doing so. It’s been a week and… Melanie’s attitude towards me hasn’t softened. And Basira, though she is very willing to talk, still doesn’t seem to trust me enough to let me in on whatever plans she might have – if she has any plans at all, of course.

(MAG126) ARCHIVIST: I did do a small bit of follow-up on Deborah Madaki, just for my own curiosity. She didn’t go to Sannikov Land in the end.

And Jon admitted in MAG148 that he was less interested in doing a follow-up, which he has indeed… stopped doing at all at this point. Annabelle had also portrayed Jon as unable to not read out a statement once he has it in mind nowadays (MAG147: “But think about it, Jon: when’s the last time you were able to read a statement quietly to yourself without instinctively hitting record and speaking it aloud? It is just instinct? Habit? Or is it a compulsion – a string pulled by the Ceaseless Watcher or the Mother of Puppets? Or both? I know the summaries have started to confuse you. Where did they come from, when you read a statement fresh? How do you just… sort of know what it’s about, before you even start to read it…? But by then, you’re away: the roller coaster is dropping and you’ve no real choice but to hold on and hope that… I don’t crash you.”), although she might have been trying to confuse him on purpose (since… he had done follow-up into statements shortly before that episode, which implied doing some work before reading the statements out loud…? Or is it that the overall glimpses of what-this-statement-is-about-before-reading-it were enough to do some research?).

But in any case: there was no mention of Basira, Daisy or Melanie providing any follow-up this season. So… what have they been doing, in the Archives, that counted as “assistant work” to not get sick? Follow-ups on past statements? On statements we haven’t heard yet? On dummy statements? Or did they just do some filing and/or organising (like Tim was moving boxes around in MAG104)?

- We’re going back to the “assistants can’t quit” deal and aaaactually:

(MAG150) MELANIE: Look. [INHALE] I’m not going to do my job anymore. ARCHIVIST: … I am not sure I follow, you–you know we… we can’t… quit, we’ve all tried.

If we trust his words (…), Elias indeed confirmed the trapping aspect (MAG092: “Basira is now tied to the Institute. All of you are. Like fingers on a hand. And I am the beating heart of it. Should I, or the Institute, be destroyed, you will all, unfortunately, follow suit.”), but I’m curious about Jon’s “we’ve all tried”… because as far as we know, only Tim tried to quit?

(MAG065) ARCHIVIST: Then quit! If you hate it so much, leave your post in the Archives. Permanently. TIM: You’re firing me? ARCHIVIST: … I’m offering you a chance to quit. No notice period, I’ll even make sure you get the rest of the month’s paycheck. [PAUSE] Just say the words. [STATIC RISES] TIM: I want to. ARCHIVIST: So do it. TIM: I… … can’t. ARCHIVIST: [SOFTLY] Why not…? TIM: I… I… I–I can’t! I don’t know… Why can’t I quit?! ARCHIVIST: I–I don’t know. But I don’t think I can fire you either. TIM: What? ARCHIVIST: It’s this place. TIM: I don’t understand. ARCHIVIST: Neither do I. [STATIC FADES] I’m trying to figure it out, I’ve– I’ve got the shape of it but… I’m sorry, Tim. Truly I am. But I cannot, and will not, trust you. This place isn’t right, you see that now. I don’t know how or why, but there is something very wrong with the Archives. And I don’t know who here is a victim of it… and who is an agent. TIM: So… what do we do? ARCHIVIST: For now? I suppose we just… do our jobs. TIM: I don’t want to. ARCHIVIST: No…

(MAG079) TIM: There is something in this place, and it’s messing up our heads. It watches us all the time. It stops me quitting. I’m pretty sure it would stop Elias firing Jon even if he decided to actually try running this place for once. MARTIN: You’re sure you don’t just want to stay? TIM: I’m. sure. MARTIN: But, like, deep down– TIM: No. MARTIN: … Oh.

… But the others don’t seem to have tested these boundaries as far as we knew? Martin is unclear (although he mentioned feeling trapped in MAG039 and MAG117); we didn’t witness Melanie trying to actually flee (although Elias mentioned to Jon that “Even more than the others she has a visceral hatred of being trapped. Regardless of how much freedom I afford her.” in MAG102); and it had been pointed out how Basira hadn’t even tried:

(MAG095) MARTIN: Kinda thought your job was to be a hostage. […] Shouldn’t you be, I don’t know, trying to escape? BASIRA: Sure. How’s that gone for you? MARTIN: What? BASIRA: The way Tim tells it, we’re all in the same boat here. So, how’s your escape plan coming? [NOISES OF CONFUSED EXASPERATION] MARTIN: How… Doesn’t it bother you?!

(MAG112) DAISY: You’re getting comfortable with all those books. Don’t forget why you’re here. BASIRA: I know where I am, Daisy, and I know that I’m a prisoner. DAISY: And you want to escape. BASIRA: Yeah. But not on my own. We’re working on something. I’ll ask Melanie to fill you in.

And Jon himself was a weird case – he indeed fled the Institute at the end of season 2, but it was more… circumstantial? And he didn’t come back because he was getting sick like Tim?

- Oufffffffttt, Jon…

(MAG150) ARCHIVIST: Uh… [DOOR CLOSES] Of course, I was just, um… having a statement. MELANIE: Uh… an, an old one? ARCHIVIST: Wh– Yes, an old one! I’m not– I’m doing my best. MELANIE: … Sure.

… What is the definition of his “best”, here? Staying in the Archives and accepting to be tailed by the others…? That’s… better than (re)traumatising people, sure, but the contrast with how Melanie is doing her best (forcing herself to go through therapy and to go past her distrust, working on herself, deciding that she prefers to be dead rather than collaborating with a Fear-machine, putting efforts into going to tell Jon although we could hear that it was hard and they’ve never been best friends in the first place) is quite astounding, and it was really not surprising that she was absolutely unimpressed.

(To Jon’s credit: that also means forcing himself to Not Know, probably. But still: if he feels like he’s currently doing “his best”, what does it say about his current mental state, except that it’s… bad all over?)

- For once, I’m still not sure that I clearly understand the different meanings of the title! Herman’s was pretty forward (feeling like he was stuck in the suburb & in his life, getting stuck for real in a Lonely dimension without issue) and I’m guessing that it’s also a representation of Jon&co right now: stuck and unable to go anywhere, just condemned to… wait (is Jon waiting for the end of 2018? He said he was conscious that the year marked the Institute’s 200th anniversary, in MAG127); although, at the same time, Melanie is proving that choices and options are still possible.

Right now, we’re indeed in a strange situation where it feels like, unless another new crisis suddenly explodes at their face (Maxwell Rayner not actually dead-dead? Jon had mentioned seeing people with the pendants of the cult, shortly after he woke up from his coma) (Vast ritual? We haven’t heard anything about it) (other Beholding folks coming to prepare their ritual?) (Hunters going after the Institute?)… Martin is the only one currently able to move things forwards.

- Cheers: this episode marked the end of the penultimate quarter of the season… and of the series in general! … Now, we’ll be entering the last quarter. It. Feels. Weird (usually, at this point, you would have a clear idea of the end line in sight and, uh, I… have… no idea… what we’re heading towards… and I am absolutely confident that, whatever happens, it will make sense and will have been introduced for a long while. But right now, it’s only “something most likely awful coming” and just. Dread.)

Title for MAG151 was used by Peter, twice, so I’m expecting the episode to be about Martin meeting his “friend” and… getting some answers/leads. Whoever that friend is – but given how the title can serve as a Vast pun and/or be a reference to a camera, I would say that Simon Fairchild (the Fairchilds collaborated with the Lukases on the Daedalus project, one of Jon’s first cases as a researcher at the Institute was about him, Jon has jinxed it by spitting that he didn’t want to meet Simon ever, and Peter said his friend was currently out of the country when Jon pointed out in MAG124 that Simon apparently likes to travel…) and Mikaele Salesa (since Peter and him were at least acquaintances making bets together according to MAG066, and there is… that camera from Floyd’s statement…) are gaining a few points as likely suspects.

(Anil had mentioned that this episode could trend at number 1 on tumblr, too, and squints, if I had to guess at why an episode would be more likely to trend, it would… probably contain reveals (Martin meeting Peter’s friend would cover it indeed), but also “Jon & Martin meeting again” or “Peter and Elias actually in the same room for the first time”, so………………)

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The Queen and the Butterfly II: The Witch’s Curse - Part 15

This story is a sequel to “The Queen and the Butterfly”.

The story: Poppy offers Branch some cupcakes with butterflies in it which turns out to be mysterious. When the two Trolls eat them, they got transformed into butterflies themselves and realize that the cupcakes were actually cursed by an evil witch! Now they must try to find the witch who made those cupcakes and get a cure to get themselves back to normal, while encountering obstacles in the process along the way.

You already seen what had happened in Part 14. Now get ready for Part 15!:

Meanwhile, Poppy, Branch and Cloud Guy made their way through the village, attempting to search for Chrystelle. Cloud Guy made his way on top of a huge plant and settled the jar with Poppy and Branch in it down before examining the landscape of the beautiful meadow.

“The village looks more beautiful when we are small!” Poppy enthused. “Look at the trees and the pods sparkle in the sunshine!”

“But Chrystelle’s cottage has to be around here somewhere!” Branch complained. “Where is she? Cloud Guy, see anything?”

“Well, let me see...” Cloud Guy looked in each direction. He licked his finger and stuck it in the air to test the wind. He took a deep sniff. He got down on his hands and knees and listened to the ground for a long time. Finally, he stood up and smiled at Poppy and Branch.

“No idea! You said nobody knows where it is, right?”

Poppy grew worried-sick. “I hope we’re not too late!” she said. “We just need to find it quickly or we’ll never become Trolls again!”

“Don’t worry!” Branch reassured her, putting a butterfly wing to her shoulder. “We’ll try to get there and break this curse! But we need to keep going!”

He was right. Soon the trio started moving again as they went further deeper in the woods. When they got there, they stood there and stared at the foliage around them.

Branch pointed toward a large bright opening of the forest. “Well, that way looks friendly and inviting, but you just know it’s going to turn out to be horrible and terrible once you get there.”

Cloud Guy smiled and nodded. “Right,” he said. “It could easily be the way to CERTAIN DEATH…death…death…death.” He switched to his booming, dramatic voice and even made his own echo while saying this.

Branch and Poppy exchanged a look. Branch added sternly, “Or at least imprisonment.”

“Sure,” Cloud Guy agreed. “Could be imprisonment. Definitely.”

“Followed by death,” Branch said.

“Or MAYBE,” Poppy argued. “it could turn out to be just as nice and safe as it looks!”

“Maybe,” Cloud Guy said skeptically.

“Doubt it,” Branch added with a scoff.

No more than a few minutes has passed when Cloud Guy held up a megaphone and shouted at the top of his lungs:

“HEY, HAS ANYBODY SEEN A YOUNG WITCH WHO MAKES PASTRIES, CAKES, MUFFINS, COOKIES, PIES AND EVEN BUTTERFLY CUPCAKES?!”

The sound of his shouting was loud. Really loud. In fact, he was so loud that Poppy and Branch covered their ears with their butterfly wings and winced at the uneven tone of his voice!

Branch frantically shushed Cloud Guy in order to make him stop yelling through the megaphone. “Shhhhhisssssh!!! Shhhhhhh!!! Keep it down a little! The rest of the world will hear us for eternity!”

“Come on, Branch,” said Cloud Guy. “How bad could it be?”

Before Branch can do anything about this, a Troll named Aspen Heitz came running frantically around, crying out “My Lord! Who has disturbed my peaceful skating routine?!”

That’s when Cloud Guy immediately realized his mistake. “Whoops!” he said. “Sorry! I didn’t mean to spread the word to ya!”

When Aspen realized that it was Cloud Guy talking through the megaphone, he called out to him “Yo, Cloud Guy! How it’s going?! Why’d ya speaking too loud on that megaphone?!”

“Well, I’m here to find a witch,” Cloud Guy began. “A young one who lies far ahead from Troll Town! Have you seen her?”

Word for the whereabouts of Chrystelle struck Aspen like a lightning bolt. Stunned by this explanation, he hopped on his skitterboard and casually rode off!

“That’s just a myth!” he yelled as he started moving away from Cloud Guy. “A witch like that has never existed! Gotta move!”

“Hey, wait! Aspen!” Cloud Guy called out. “You need to tell me where she is!! Just come back here and sign my megaphone!”

But as he pointed at his megaphone to Aspen, the Troll had already disappeared! It seems like he’d been expressing disbelief since Chrystelle was nowhere to be found in the entire town. Poppy and Branch gave dissatisfied glares at Cloud Guy for disturbing the peace and quiet for the Trolls.

Cloud Guy chuckled sheepishly at them. “That’s just great, isn’t it?”

Moments later, Cloud Guy carried Poppy and Branch in the jar down a meadow. He plucked a red flower from the ground and waved it in front of them.

“Why are you picking a flower for us?” asked Branch.

“So that in case you want to sniff at it, you might want to rest your little fluttering wings from all that hovering with this,” Cloud Guy explained. “I think it also contains pollen for you to eat!”

“Excuse me?” Branch said. “We don’t drink pollen at all!”

“But you’re butterflies and they eat pollen, right?” Cloud Guy corrected him. Branch had to groan over the fact that most butterflies eat pollen while Trolls usually don’t, which he thinks it’s a little disgusting when they eat it. But Poppy wished she really wanted to take a mouthful of flower pollen for herself but Branch was against this idea for now.

Later, Cloud Guy continued trudging through the woods with the jar holding Poppy and Branch inside as they kept going. It didn’t take long until Branch looked up at the sky. It was going sunset.

He looked down to Cloud Guy and asked him “Are we there yet? It’s less than a few hours already?”

“We’ll get there when we get there!” he said. “Don’t worry, Branch. It might not be as difficult as it seems.”

Despite his clear explanations that they are really trying to find the witch they were looking for, the search is turning out to be difficult, just as Branch and Poppy would predict. Where is Chrystelle? And why did she isolated herself away from Troll Town?

Poppy, Branch and Cloud Guy tried everything they can to see an old cottage belonging to Chrystelle in the distance but to no avail. The search went in vain as soon as they tried searching on some cliffs. On one cliff, Cloud Guy gazed at the far-off landscape of the Troll universe until his stomach grumbled and he starts straining. Grrrrrrggh!! Ngggggh!!!

“Oh no,” Branch moaned, realizing things have took the wrong turn this time. “What?”

“Cloud Guy, what’s the matter?” asked Poppy. “Why did you stop?”

“I think I had to take the washroom,” he admitted. “Can’t we just stop for a while?”

“FOR REAL?!” Branch shouted, frustrated that Cloud Guy is going to screw up once more. “We’re halfway there and you stopped here just to take a pee?!”

“I’m sorry, Branch,” said Cloud Guy gently. “But my carbon dioxide oxygen can’t handle much during this search so we need to rest first.”

“Okay, so where should we rest on?” Poppy asked. “A flower?”

“That has to be one of the good spots,” Branch replied with a grin, hoping that Cloud Guy would give them his flower he found in the meadow earlier.

But instead, Cloud Guy found a dead unsteady tree nearby and walked straight into it! Then he placed the jar on one of its loose dangling branches and asked “Why don’t you just take a rest in this tree until I get back from the washroom for a minute?”

“WHAT?!” Branch yelled. “No, no! Please, Cloud Guy, no! This is just a bad idea! That tree looks not so fine and it would kill both of us down the cliff!! Don’t do this! Use the flower with pollen instead!”

“Don’t worry,” Cloud Guy told him calmly. “It’ll be fine!”

“No! It’s not fine!” Branch shouted, glaring at him. “Just give us your flower! We’re so hungry for pollen right now!”

“Oh, okay,” Cloud Guy said, understanding his statement. Then he reached for the flower in his sleeve. “Okay, just give me a second-”

PFFFTTT!!!

Poppy and Branch exchanged a disgusted look as they heard a stench of brown icky air coming from Cloud Guy’s bottom. He looked at them, embarrassed. “Uh-oh. There goes my dim-dong! Gotta run!”

And just like that, he took off running away from the cliff, leaving the jar holding Poppy and Branch inside suspended on the loose branch.

Branch looks stressed up when he saw the cloud disappearing away from them. He yelled “WAIT!!! This tree isn’t safe for us to rest on! Get back here, you... You sick! Revolting, low some little...”

But it was too late. Cloud Guy had already been gone! Not again!

He had left them behind once again since Cooper did this the other day! It’s a shame that Branch and Poppy would have let the cloud open the jar so they can raise their voices.

Poppy looked at Branch, feeling utterly upset at him. “This plan stinks,” she retorted. “I don’t know when we will find that “Chrystelle witch” right now unless Cloud Guy would’ve not been so careless in the first place!”

It was true. Cloud Guy would have also give them the flower he found in the Troll Village meadows but everything had came too far since this happened. As soon as Branch let out a disappointed sigh, the tree started to sway from the wind and the jar tilted a little.

Poppy and Branch stared down from the branch and could see that they were above hundred-feet high on the cliff! They shuddered, hoping they would not fall at all as Branch said “At least it can’t get much worse than this...”

But it did.

CRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEAAAAAAAKKKK!!!

Startled by that strange sound around them, Poppy and Branch froze in terror.

Poppy gasped. “What’s that noise?!” “I don’t know!” Branch told her.

CRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEAAAAAAAKKKK!!!

The sound was actually coming from the branch they were on! Upon inspecting it closer, Poppy and Branch could see a crack on the end of it! It means that they are truly going to fall any minute!

Poppy and Branch began to panic as they tried to look for a way to open the jar. But Cloud Guy wasn’t there for them right now and they were hoping that he might come back from his toilet break to help save them.

CRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEAAAAAAAKKKK!!!

Suddenly, the sound of the creaking branch grew louder as another crack vertically slithered through the wood, where it stopped right in front of the jar! Once it got there, it formed another horizontal crack right near it!

CRRRRRRRRRREEEEEEEAAAAAAAKKKK!!! SNAP!!!

Just as Branch had been predicting about this tree, the branch barely snapped in half and began tilting, holding the jar with Poppy and Branch inside! They cowered as the branch continued creaking, this time very loudly, and tilting towards the abyss below.

Shivering with fright, Branch and Poppy watched in horror as it tilted almost halfway just before it will snap off!

“Brace yourself!!!” Branch screamed.

And then...

SNNNAAAAPP!!!

Instantly, the branch snapped free and it was sent falling down into the abyss, sending the jar flying off from it and into the air! Poppy and Branch were flung about inside, bouncing around the glass and screaming as the jar fell away from the branch!

Branch smacked to the lid and tried to open it, but the jar rolled around and around that he can’t reach for it! He screamed along with Poppy as the jar and the branch made their way deeper and deeper into the abyss below!

In moments, they would truly meet their end together...

Until...

SCRRRRRREEEEEEEE!!!

A loud screech echoed around the abyss. Poppy and Branch frantically looked around and saw a giant blur of black and green coming towards them!

“Oh no!” Poppy screamed in horror. “Look out!”

SCRRRRRREEEEEEEE!!!

The blur went nearer, revealing a giant black bird with green streaks in its feathers! This was the most scariest bird Branch had ever met in his childhood a long time ago and now, it was heading straight for the jar! Branch and Poppy screamed together as the scary creature swooped down at them and...

SWOOP!!! SCREEEEEEEEEE!!!!

...grabbed the jar with its talons and screeched! Then it flew away from the abyss, carrying the jar with Poppy and Branch inside and leaving the broken branch fall down in the abyss below.

The last thing Poppy and Branch could hear was Cloud Guy’s voice calling out from above “Hey, guys! I’m back from the washroom! Let’s get goin...uh, guys?! Poppy?! Branch?! Hey, where are you?! I thought you hated resting in this tree?”

To Be Continued...

Stay tuned for Part 16!

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allinsgaywitchaesthetic-moved · 7 years

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literally no one asked for this and i was bored so heres monsta x as a jazz combo under the cut

shownu

sax player, brass/winds leader

plays every single saxophone known to man + clarinet, flute, and p much every other wind instrument ?? like how?????

hes amazing thats how

so so so dedicated but like

where kihyun is like …. aggressively dedicated shownu is more relaxed abt it

like kihyun plays more but shownu listens more and analyzes more sort of??

thats why hes the leader

has a very good understanding of different styles and how to break them down

just perceptive musically

also really good at imitating specific styles

always has extra valve oil and grease and strings and sticks in his bag it’s ridiculous the thing probably weighs like 30 pounds

he doesn’t really have a specific music taste?? like hes just not picky

also too compliant for his own good …

minhyuk showed up at rehearsal once like “shownu, lets play death metal!!” and shownu was just like “ok sounds good”

also doesn’t really like to be super assertive so he’ll usually suggest articulations and phrasings rather than saying “tongue this note and slur that”

everyone listens to him anyways tho because he’s right

not really tonally or rhythmically inclined tbh hes just good all around

hes really flexible stylistically and likes to play in lots of different styles

loves bob florence, john coltrane, ellington, but will listen to everything

likes to challenge himself w rhythms bc hes pretty good at them!!

he gets really anxious before performances tho and it definitely reflects in his playing :(

kihyun

trumpet!!! lead trumpet!!!!

his sound is really sharp (like cutting? almost) and strong and honestly??? the most beautiful thing uve ever heard

probably a prodigy tbh

he isnt leader tho like just bc he plays the ~visually most important~ instrument doesn’t mean hes in charge lol

always attentive, has like 3 pencils on him at all times, records rehearsals, Model Musician tbh

tonally inclined

eats, drinks, and breathes long tones

can’t sleep?? long tones

hungry?? long tones

bored?? long tones

i.m: hey kihyun whats the answer for question 11?

kihyun: long tones, changkyun. the answer is always long tones

i.m, in the background: im a guitarist????

his range is ridiculous bc of this

loves ballads!!! especially basie ballads like little darling bc he can just … drag out his beautiful sound like theres no tomorrow

probably doesn’t like a lot of contemporary jazz but plays it to challenge himself

also loves thad jones, miles davis, jalc (modern groups playing old jazz make him happy!!) and jazz vocalists - frank sinatra, cecile mclorin savant, etc.

biggest weakness is probably the fact that he doesn’t listen as much as he should so he doesn’t always grasp style well :(

shownu: kihyun listen to this recording!

kihyun: i can’t ,, im playing rn .. ., gotta go fast

minhyuk

hes a trombone player and no one can tell me other wise

this is bc trombones are the worst and so is minhyuk

shownu: alright everyone lets start at measure 39

minhyuk: *slides around on the trombone* how about i solo for 30 measures instead

never fuckingf listens

but hes not a bad player!! hes just .. an unstoppable force of nature .. .,

his sound is really warm and broad but occasionally sounds a little muffled

esp when hes lazy or doesn’t like the piece theyre working on

tbh don’t even expect him to try if he doesnt like the music ur playing

tonally inclined

hates long tones, has never done them in his life probably??

bc of that his range isn’t super big but his sound is really strong and powerful

kihyun works w him on long tones bc ‘minhyuk!!! ur range is holding us back,, please!!’

prefers up tempo funk or latin tunes but doesn’t like super complicated rhythms

loves gordon goodwin and the brecker brothers to bits …

will blast them while showering :)

really impatient as a musician

like he cant focus for super long periods of time and he cant sit through all of those long rehearsals so his playing suffers bc of that

he practices better in small groups than alone bc the other members help him focus better so he gets more done~

i.m

guitarist

hes the only guitarist u will ever meet who shows up on time to rehearsal… amazing

its rlly relaxing to watch him play hes just really confident n comfortable w his style of playing bc hes p flexible and he loves jazz a lot bc its so different and complicated as a genre!!!

has read every single jazz autobiography and watched every single jazz movie known to man

rhythmically inclined

he, hyungwon, and jooheon just .. have rhythm clapping competitions where they see who can clap the most complicated rhythms for the longest amount of time …. theyre a trip

plays clappingmusic on his phone when hes bored and has converted the entire band to it

fuckin loves free jazz and fusion!!!! and contemporary jazz

he, hyungwon, and jooheon just hang out listening to ornette coleman, charles mingus, chick corea - its a great time

(hyungwon hates ornette coleman but he wont tell changkyun bc he doesn’t want to break his heart :( )

hes a sucker for like .. old romantic sounding jazz

he plays through his real book every couple of days- he really loves the classics too

loves wes montgomery

hes the bands treasure; you make fun of a lick he played?? u wont see the light of day . …

his biggest weakness is he has troubles communicating with the other group members like w eye contact and tempo changes and stuff

also gets lost in the middle of pieces sometimes bc hes a little spacey n he worries :(

wonho

pianist, rhythm section leader

naturally bouncy style, very swingy - he’s a natural, also possibly a prodigy?

won a bunch of classical music competitions when he was a kid but then he realized he liked jazz more so he switched over

the biggest jazz history nerd!! just knows a lot of random facts about all the composers

favorite facts include: billy strayhorn was gay and mingus punched his lead bone player in the mouth (hyungwons response ‘youre next minhyuk’ always makes him laugh)

buys food for everyone before rehearsal

always trying to help everyone become more confident and happy with their own musical abilities

helps everyone rehearse by doing 1-on-1 stuff if they need it

probably plays in elderly homes and in orphanages to help the kids

also not really rhythmically/tonally inclined hes just good

rlly likes jazz-inspired classical music and like … jazz movie soundtracks

watches jazz movies with changkyun

also likes ragtime, second line, dixieland … all those old exciting jazz movements bc theyre so fun to play!!!

he isn’t very confident in his playing like he knows hes good but he doubts himself a lot so he lets other people’s preferences control him??

like if someone doesn’t like something abt a solo of his he’ll change to appease them, even if he likes it a lot :(

hyungwon

bassist

plays both upright and electric

really smooth long sound on both instruments - his entire style feels very relaxed

honestly was dragged into this by minhyuk without knowing what jazz really was but he really grew to like it!!

loves his role as a bassist bc hes important but like … behind the scenes important >:)

most people don’t think abt the bassist at all in the band but hyungwon Knows that hes important so hes ok w that

definitely doesn’t know how to work his own equipment like

quarter inches?? amp head??? what r those he just doesn’t know

he and jooheon always argue about the best way to do a fill and tempo and anything else under the sun bc theyre both stubborn and think theyre right

wonho is the only one that can make it stop

hyungwon probably shows up late to rehearsal w like … cup ramen and a book someone help him

the book is a jazz autobiography and he discusses it w changkyun after rehearsal over coffee

hes rhythmically inclined and loves to challenge himself w odd meters and weird fingerings

he doesn’t necessarily like that kind of music though?? like hell play it to challenge himself but he won’t always like it and won’t really listen to it

loves every single bassist known to man

esp victor wooten, mingus, esperanza spalding, ron carter

he hates jaco tho bc jaco is an asshole

minhyuk: but mingus was also an asshole??

hyungwon: shhhhhhh mingus was a special kind of asshole so its ok

will honestly just listen to entire bass concerts

loves cool jazz and bebop

hes really … absorbed in his own playing because he throws himself into it and wants his walking to be good and he wants to be in time and all these other things so when hes playing he sometimes ignores the rest of the group bc hes trying so hard to sound good

hes a lil bit of a worrier internally and its gets in the way of the confidence of his playing

also procrastinates on his deadlines like theres no tomorrow lol

jooheon

drummer!!!!

carries at least 3 pairs of sticks, brushes, and a practice pad with him at all times

he??? drums in the bath room sometimes????? you’ll just walk by and hear vague slapping noises like ‘oh thats just jooheon! hes working on his rudiments’ :)

one of those 3 pairs of drumsticks is broken and taped together so that it doesn’t fall apart tbh

wants to bring back jazz rap

also rlly likes electroswing and jazz trap

just give him jazz thats influenced by new technologies in music !! he loves it

rhythmically inclined - especially likes playing in odd meters

his fills and hits are always so in-time it’s ridiculous

loves don ellis and buddy rich

his jazz playlist is 50% all of the standard jazz he needs and the other 50% is like thess tracks from single composers that have been dead 20 years w no meter or are in like 17/8 or something

jokes abt having 'perfect click’ all the time like

jooheon: you know perfect pitch??? ive got perfect tempo ;)))

hyungwon: jooheon shut up, you rush all of your fills

sets up pranks w minhyuk before rehearsal starts so that its 'more fun’ because jazz is 'all about rebellion against the status quo’ like ok

he worries a lot bc he feels like he needs to carry the entire band on his shoulders bc he’s a drummer and therefore The Most Important

but then everyone always says “but we’re all drummers!” and he feels a little better abt it

probably cries after every performance

#MONSTA X #i .... literally can t believe i actually wrote this this is so embarassing #noah fence but monsta x + jazz = insert heart emojis here bc im not on mobile #my two favorite things in the world . . .#anway #L.txt

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thenerdytomboynewb96 · 7 years

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Samantha Allan Park Ch. #10

Any references to TMNT or anything from popular media and culture is NOT MINE. I only own my OC’s.

Chapter #10

*The next day/Saturday*

It had been a fun and peaceful morning as Mikey and Sam sat on the couch playing videogames. The two had been switching around and playing different games that they both loved. They currently were playing Drive Club and Sam was in the lead. “Ahhh come on, come on, come on!” Mikey chanted nervously. She laughed. “Chanting will get youuuuu NOWHERE!” She screamed as she won the race. She stood up and threw her arms up in the air, followed by her jumping up and down on the couch. Mikey lightly tossed his controller on the table in front of them as he shook his head and smiled. “Jeez, is there any game where I can prevent you from kicking my ass?” “Nope!” she said teasingly. “All my life I’ve had to learn every trick in the book in order to defeat my four brothers and get them to allow me to join them online, so now I’m UNSTOPPABLE” she said as she struck a pose with her hands on her hips. Mikey chuckled until he saw the score board. “Uh oh…” “What’s wrong?” She looked up at the screen, a huge smile forming on her face. “Oh sweet! New high score!” “SHHHHHHH!” She looked at her friend. “Okay what’s up? Why the shushing and not the cheering? What happened to only positive vibes?” “This is Raph’s game, as in one of his favorite games and also the only game where he knows he can dominate and always beat us no matter how hard we try to defeat him. The last time someone beat his high score, he spent the entire next day dedicated to beating that new score. And even when he finally beat that score, it wasn’t good enough for him. He spent a couple of weeks making sure that his score was so high that no one could ever come close to beating it. He’s going to flip when he sees this!” Sam looked at him in confusion. “If it would be such a big deal to beat his high score, why are we even playing this game in the first place?” “You said you wanted to play a racing game, and this is one of the best ones. Plus, I didn’t think that within three rounds you would have gotten a higher score than the one Raph spent weeks working to achieve.” She shook her head jokingly. “Wow, I’ve never felt so insulted in my life.” Mikey chuckled as Sam picked up the controller. She saw that all the other scores had the name RAF printed next to them, so she typed the same name into the space next to her score. Mikey gave her a puzzled look. “What are you doing?” “If Raph sees his name next to the score, then he’ll just assume that this is the score that he had worked so long to get, simple as that. Now let’s go do something else before he gets suspicious.”

As the two turned the gaming system off and walked away in the direction of Mikey’s room, Raph then happened to enter the room. He saw the Drive Club game case on the table. Realizing that he hadn’t played one of his most favorite video games in a few days, he decided to play for a while. Everything was fine…until Raph beat what was his old high score. “Yeah!” he shouted as he threw his fist in the air. “I still got it!”

Just as he was about to add his latest high score to the top of the score board, his smile began to fade as he saw that his score wasn’t in the top spot, but in the second spot. He looked at the spot at the top of the screen and his eyes went wide. He knew that he had never EVER reached a score as high as the one he was looking at. He then remembered that he had seen Sam and Mikey playing video games earlier that day and he had a hunch that Sam had been the reason his score was now only the second highest score on the board, making him furious. All his hard work and weeks filled with determination and dedication to get such a high score that only he could reach, only to be beaten by a stranger who had been playing for a few hours, and a stranger that he still saw as a threat to his family, the more he thought about it the more furious he got.

Raph stood up and stormed off towards Mikey’s room, the last place he had seen the two wander off to. He shoved the door open and Saw the two sitting across from each other while reading comic books. They both looked at Raph with blank expressions. On the outside they seemed calm, but on the inside they were nervous as hell and were trying to remain calm. They were both worried about what Raph might do next.

Raph glared at them and spoke through his gritted teeth. “So, were you guys playing video games earlier?” The two nodded their heads. “Really? What did you play?” Sam began naming games. “Far Cry, The Last of Us, Call Of Duty, Wolfenstein, Assassin’s Creed, Final Fantasy, Naruto, just to name a few.” “That’s all.” Sam nodded, so far being able to maintain her blank expression. “Yeah, that’s all.” “Ever heard of Drive Club?” “Well yeah I’ve heard of it, but I haven’t had a chance to play it yet.” Raph laughed sarcastically. “Well I don’t believe that BS for a second.” Sam raised an eye brow. “I don’t understand.” “There’s a new high score on my game, and I would have remembered every detail of what was happening around me if I had gotten a score that high on my own. So, tell me the truth now and admit that you played a game that you shouldn’t have” he then cracked his knuckles and gave her a wicked smile, “or I’ll make you tell the truth the hard way.” Sam opened her mouth to speak, but before she could say anything, Mikey had stood up and blurted out “It was me.” Sam spun around to face him, and both she and Raph furrowed their brows. She mouthed ‘what are you doing?’ to Mikey at an angle where Raph couldn’t see her, but Mikey ignored her as his eyes were focused on Raph. “I was playing the game earlier today before she got here since she said she hadn’t had a chance to buy and play it for herself yet. I’m the one who beat your score.”

Raph glared at his brother. Sadly he had nothing to prove that it had been either of them that had beaten his score, he didn’t even have anything to prove that they had even played the game anytime that day, or ever for that matter. But he knew that she had done it. Mainly because he had just seen the two playing video games earlier, but also the fact that he had played this game with his siblings so many hundreds of times and they had never come anywhere close to reaching the scores that he had. The day Donnie had beat his score which sent him into his weeks’ worth of gameplay trying to beat said score, that had been nothing but pure luck, Donnie even admitted that himself. So the fact that this ridiculously high score just happened to suddenly appear was very suspicious, but for now he decided to let it slide. He could tell by the girls face that she felt bad about the entire situation, and for now that would be enough to satisfy his hot temper.

“You’re in my house now, so stay away from my stuff, or else we’re going to have some serious problems” he said as his hands balled up into fists at his sides and as he cracked his neck. “Got it?” “It’s his house to” she said as she nodded her head backwards towards Mikey. “He should know how things work around here, but if I have to beat the rules back into his head then so be it.” For the first time since she had known him, Sam glared at Raph. “That’s pretty harsh to say about your own brother.” “Oh he should thank me, maybe a good beating will clear his head of everything you’ve done to brainwash him.” “YUP THANKS RAPH! You’re the best!” Mikey cut in, hoping to settle things. Raph looked back at each of them one last time. “Like I said, keep away from my stuff, and watch your back” he growled as he slammed the door behind him.

Raph instantly put his ear up to the door to hear what the two were talking about after he had just left the room. He heard Mikey’s voice first.

“Dude, what were you thinking? You can’t talk to him like that, not unless you have a death wish!” “He has no right to talk to you like that, I mean you’re his brother! He’s made it obvious he cares about you in his own hot headed way, but I’m shocked he would talk to you like that.” “That’s just how he is, he’s the older brother who wants his space and doesn’t want people near his stuff. I know he cares about each of us, but that’s usually just how he is. But egging on the fight just makes things ten times worse.” There was a pause. “*sigh* Alright, I’ll be more careful when talking to him then.” And after that the two then began talking about the comic books they had been reading.

Raph felt a mix of emotions. First, he was upset and pissed that his brother had lied straight to his face. Mikey had always been honest and would admit what he had done wrong, followed by him joking around and trying to make it seem like whatever he had done wrong wasn’t that big of a deal, but this time he had just lied with a straight face. Raph then began to grow furious as he thought about the way his brother had been changing now that he was hanging out with this new girl, and he hated this new change. Then, he slowly began to feel excited, but for the worst reason. He began to think of the facial expression the girl had given him. Every time one of the brothers had ridiculed either Sam or Mikey, she always timidly looked at the ground because she felt guilty for what either she had done or for what Mikey had done because of her, but this time was different. Raph had really gotten under her skin this time, and in a wickedly evil way, he enjoyed that. He still viewed this girl as a threat and therefore as his enemy, and he saw it as a win on his part that he was able to make her produce such an evil expression when she glared at him.

He nastily chuckled as he walked away from the door and back out into the main living area. “Heh, I better go work out and cool off before I do something I regret.”

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Donnie was tinkering around with some devices at the desk in his lab when he paused as he felt a presence enter the room. “Uh, hey bro!” ‘Ah, its Mikey this time’ Donnie thought. He turned around to face his brother. “Alright, what do you need?” “Those goggles you wear so that nothing can damage your eyes.” “Safety goggles?” “Yeah those!” Donnie chuckled. “They’re in the case in the back corner. What do you need them for?” “I’m messing with the gaming system in my room, trying to use some hacks that Sam taught me. I just wanted a pair in case there’s any sparks that fly or anything.” His brother nodded in approval since it sounded like something Mikey would do. He wasn’t a technical genius, but when it came to videogames, Mikey was pretty dang smart. When it came to cheat codes and hacking into games to get secret weapons or power ups or things of that sort, Mikey could usually figure out what to do. It might take him a long while to accomplish his task depending on how complicated it was, but Mikey had surprised all of his brothers many times with his technical skills involving videogames. Donnie was silent, until he saw which pair of goggles his brother took. “Mikey, why are you taking the smallest pair?” He froze as his eyes went wide. “Say what?” “Why are you holding a small pair of goggles?” “…I don’t understand.” “That case holds a handful of goggles that are big enough for all of us to use, so why are you holding one of the smaller pairs from when we were kids?” “That sir, is an excellent question…can I take a rain check on providing the answer?” Donnie’s brow furrowed. “They’re not for you to wear, are they?” “Wellllll.” “You lied to me just so that you could bring a pair to her.” Mikey gave his brother a serious look. “’Her’ has a name you know.” “Yeah, and ‘her’ just persuaded you to lie to me so she could get what she wants” he said in a sour tone. Mikey threw the sour tone right back at his older brother. “First of all, no, she didn’t persuade me to do anything.” “Do you know what persuade means?” Donnie asked with as he raised his eyebrow. “I do, it means for someone to make me believe or do something by reasoning with me. ANYWAY, any and all materials she thought she would need to add rockets to her own skateboard she got from her house, but she didn’t have goggles. She was going to work on her board without them because she didn’t want to bother you by asking for them, that and she knew you would say no before she could even say one word. So, I offered to go get her a pair. She never made me do anything, I offered to help her.” Donnie looked down towards the floor, trying to hide his frustration. “You lied to Raph earlier in order to protect her as well. Is this becoming part of a normal routine for you?” Now Mikey was looking at the floor. “You know about that?” he whispered. “Leo and I happened to be in the living room when Raph was yelling at you guys, we got the gist of what happened.” “*sigh* honestly I’m to blame for that one. I never thought that within a few rounds she would top his high score.” “So now this is the second time you acted without thinking because of her.” Mikey rolled his eyes. “Okay, I acted without thinking way before we ever knew she existed.” “Fair enough” Donnie said as he nodded his head, “but that still doesn’t explain why you keep lying to everyone.” “In order to get you guys to be nice to her. I get in the beginning that you guys were all worried, but she would have done something already if she was planning something, right? I mean if she really wanted to kidnap me or come back to the lair or something crazy like that then she would have done it already, right? She’s literally been down here playing videogames all morning, how dangerous can that be? If you guys gave her a chance then maybe you would see that she’s not the terrible person that you think she is.” Donnie paused, thinking of how he should respond to this. Not knowing what to do, he continued to stand still and silent. Mikey sighed. “I’ll put these back-” “Take them.” Mikey looked at his older brother, his face expressing his shock. Donnie continued to look down. “I’ll let it slide this time, but I don’t want her using my stuff after this.” “Yeah, gotcha” Mikey mumbled as he turned and exited the room.

Once his brother had left the room and was out of sight, Donnie shut the lab door. He went back to the table and sat down. He put his elbows on the table and held his head in his hands. He wasn’t sure how to handle this entire situation. He still didn’t really trust or really even like this girl yet, but his brother was correct in saying that he also hadn’t given her a chance. That was mainly because he didn’t even know where to begin with her. It was so different when he and his brothers had first met April, she was so innocent and just happened to take their picture because it was her job to discover the latest late breaking news. The situation wasn’t that serious and overall it was handled quickly and peacefully. Sam had also claimed that she just happened to find their lair, but this required her to use GPS devices and even camera detectors in order to find them, and then she tried to block them out once they had found her. She just seemed so suspicious and it made it extremely difficult for him to just casually walk over to her and start a conversation. He made a small smile as he thought of his brother’s respectable confidence. Mikey could probably become friends with anyone because of how trusting and friendly he was. While everyone was afraid of April telling people about what she had discovered on the night they had all met, Mikey was more worried about getting a chance to talk to her again. Donnie’s smile then turned into a frown as he thought of the facial expressions and body language his baby brother had just displayed moments ago. He made it visibly obvious how upset he was with how everyone was treating Sam, and that was also something to be concerned about. Donnie didn’t want to lose his brother, and he knew that everyone being rude towards Sam was going to push Mikey away.

Donnie sighed and went back to tinkering around with the devices on his work table. He knew that something had to be done to help lighten the tensions within this situation, but he decided that he would worry about that another day, and for now he would just stay calm and worry about his inventions.

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“You didn’t tell me that they were Donnie’s!” “It’s fine, your eyes will be covered now, and that’s what matters.”

Mikey and Sam were sitting at the kitchen table while Sam worked on adding the rockets to her skateboard. “No, what matters is that it’s only the first day that I’ve been allowed down here and two of your brothers now hate me even more than they did before.” “No they don’t. They’re mad at me, not you” he said with a huge smile, which slowly faded as he saw the depressed expression displayed on his friends face. “That doesn’t make things better…” she replied. Mikey tried to think of how to lighten the mood. “Pshh, well you don’t have to worry about Raph, he just hates everything the planet has to offer.” Sam smiled lightly in return. “I guess pizza isn’t something this planet has to offer then.”

As the two friends joked around, they didn’t realize that Leo’s bedroom door was open. Being the oldest and having seniority, he was able to locate his room away from the others, so while they all had bedrooms on the right side of the lair, Leo’s bedroom was on the left. There was a small five step staircase towards the back of the eatery that lead to a decent size room that he was able to call his own. At the moment, he was sitting on his bed as he cleaned and polished his katanas. He did this as silently as he could in order to listen to as much of Sam and Mikey’s conversation as he could. Right now, he could hear Sam’s voice. “So, I guess Raph is the type where he never shows emotions and to an outsider he has a cold heart of stone, but deep down he actually cares about you guys more than anything?” “I’d say that’s pretty accurate. Like he can be really fun and actually cracks the most jokes with me out of all my brothers, but he also gets ticked off quickly. Like, one moment my jokes might make him laugh, but then five minutes later he could get angry based on another joke I make. He’s someone where if you’ve been around him long enough you just kind of figure out what to do and say and when as well.” “Sounds complicated,” Sam stated as she continued to work on and inspect her skateboard. “Tell me about it, like you have to be really careful when comforting him so that he doesn’t get more upset, and you have to be careful when ridiculing him and trying to teach him what he’s doing wrong and how he can improve or else-” “He goes over the top crazy?” she said with a smile, still looking at her board. “Bingo!” Sam looked up at Mikey, and for the first time she noticed that Leo’s bedroom door was open, with absolutely no sound coming from the room. “He sounds like a hot head, no offense” she said as she continued to look straight past her friend and at the open door diagonally behind him. Mikey turned around to face what Sam was looking at. He saw the open door, and out of curiosity, he continued the conversation as he wondered what his friend was up to. “Oh he is, I love the guy but yeah he’s insane.” “Ironically, for someone who can be as violent at the Hulk, he throws a weak punch.” “I guess that means you weren’t affected by his punch then?” “Well, would you feel any pain if you were hit by a punch that just kind of glides against your skin? It was like being punched from the Slimer monster from Ghostbusters” she said as she winked with a serious expression at the turtle sitting across from her. He nodded. “But you went unconscious, how do you explain that?” “It’s not because of his strength, it’s because of where he hit me. A punch to places like the jaw or the temple can easily make someone pass out. Leo hit me way more gently than Raph did and yet I was knocked out both times. Raph might put on a show so that it seems like he’s strong, but in reality his muscles seem like they’re made of a green stretchy rubber material.” “So, his muscles are like Flubber? Are you saying that Raph doesn’t have any strength to him?” “Of course he doesn’t. What would you expect from someone who fights with gardening tools?” They both heard Leo’s katanas slide into their holsters and the next thing they knew, he was walking up to them. His face was calm, but the aura in the air made it known how pissed off he was. “You” he pointed to Sam, “let’s go.” He then walked off towards the dojo. Sam stood up and flashed Mikey the O.K. symbol before he could say anything.

Once Sam made her way into the dojo, she stood next to Leonardo. His arms were crossed over his chest as he watched Raph train. Leo continued to face forward as he spoke.

“Say something that you know will piss him off.” Sam responded with a beaming smile as she spoke loud enough to get the hot headed turtles attention. “Hey dauntless, are you the biggest of your brothers because you have the most muscle, or because you’re just that fat?” Leo’s eyes went wide, he wasn’t exactly expecting that, but he knew it would definitely do the trick. Mikey reacted the same way once he had caught up. “Dude! Just, WHY?!” With a joyful smile, Sam pointed at Leo. “He told me to!” Mikey looked at his older brother with wide eyes. “What?!” Leo kept calm as he faced his brother. “She wants to play games, then let’s see how she likes this one.” Right on cue, Raph was now standing in front of them. “Looks like the twig has a death wish.” She shook her head. “Oh no, having a death wish means that I would have to lose. I plan on ending with a win” she said as she gave him a wicked smile. Raph glared at her. “Pick a weapon, you have five minutes before I start kicking your butt.” “*gasp* oh my god, I was about to tell you the same thing!” “Sam!” Mikey said as he pulled her back. “What are you doing?” “Going to go get my tonfa since I only have 5 minutes.” “SAM.” “Dude, I got this, just trust me. All will be explained later.” He paused for a moment before giving her a light nod. She then ran over to the eatery where her bag was, pulled out her tonfa, and then hurried back over to the dojo.

“Alright, let’s do this” she said as she walked out towards the center of the room. Leo and Mikey continued to watch from the side of the room. Donnie then walked over and stood next to his brothers. “Why are we all standing here watching Raph?” “Because she” as Leo nodded towards Sam, “is up to something, and Raph is going to teach her a lesson about respect.” “And how did this happen?” “She was insulting him behind his back, and Mikey allowed” Leo said as he then turned and stared at his youngest brother. “Well” Mikey began as he spoke in a serious yet curious tone, “she’s definitely up to something. She gave me this look when we were talking that signaled to just go along with whatever she was doing, so that’s what I did. She said she would explain herself afterwards.” The three then turned towards the center of the room where Sam was facing an angry yet excited Raphael.

Raph was swinging his sai around his finger as the two prepared to fight. “Heh, they say that whoever gets the first punch will win the fight.” He then clenched his free hand tightly, showing the veins that ran all the way up his arm. “Well, I’ll just have to make sure I land the first punch then” Sam said with a wicked smile.

“Alright” Leo butt in, “are both parties ready?” Raph pulled both his sai out of their holsters while Sam tightly gripped both her tonfa handles, pressing the button on the sides of the handles and swiftly extending the length of each.

“Three, two, go!” That fast, Raph was charging at Sam with his sai’s held sideways in his hands so that he could still throw punches. Sam kept her feet planted as she swiftly dodged the first punch. She dodged to the right, but she didn’t attack. She then saw where the open space for the next punch was coming and ducked down. With each punch that was thrown, she was always able to detect where the next punch was coming from. No matter how quick Raph threw his punches, she somehow always found out where to go in order to dodge the attack. Finally, Raph almost got a solid hit, but Sam saw that he was slowly trying to move closer and she also saw that he was beginning to raise his leg like he was going to try and land a solid kick to her stomach. Like she suspected, he turned sideways, brought his leg up, and landed a hard and solid kick, but Sam was able to pull both tonfa in front of her in time to block the kick, though it did push her back a decent distance away from where she was standing.

“What? You can talk big but don’t know how to fight?” he called over to her. She just smiled back at him. “You said whoever lands the first punch will win right? Guess that means I still have a chance to win.” Raph gave her an evil grin. He thought the fight would have been over by now. He knew that she was quick based on what he had witnessed when she fought against that Foot soldier the night before, but he didn’t expect her to be this swift. As Sam slowly began walking backwards, Raph charged towards her again. By the time Raph caught up and began throwing punches again, Sam had moved so far back that each time a punch missed her, it slammed into the wall. It was obvious that Raph was growing more and more furious as the fight went on. “Why isn’t she attacking? How does she expect to land a punch if she just stands and dodges my attacks? She’s not even trying to block, she’s specifically just dodging and …oh!” Raph quickly backed away. Sam gave him a confused look. “He finally figured it out” Donnie claimed as Leo nodded. Mikey just stood there, confused as to what everyone else knew that he didn’t. Sam sighed. “I guess you discovered my motive?”

Raph nodded. “You’re not going to get me that easily, dodging my attacks until I tire out.” “Oh, I was actually waiting for one of your fists to get stuck in the wall” she said as pointed to the holes he had begun to make. Raph hadn’t realized how deep the indents in the wall were until she had pointed it out. “Once you slipped up for a second I was going to attack, but you saw through my plan.” Raph chuckled. “Did you really think it would be that easy?” “Guess not” she replied as she rushed towards him.

For the first time since the fight began, Sam actually started to attack. She wanted to hold back from actually fighting as much as possible since Raph’s strength would make blocking and landing attacks much more difficult. It would be easier to attack an opponent who was the same size and weight as her, but hitting an opponent that was much bigger and stronger than herself would hurt her more than it would the enemy. Sam wasn’t sure exactly where to try and land a hit on Raph where it wouldn’t hurt her to much as well, and it had to be a hit from her tonfa or else the attack would really backfire and end up hurting her.

After a few punches, she noticed that he kept attacking up high, leaving the bottom half of his body wide open. Raph threw a left hook, aiming to use his sai to knock one of her tonfa out of her hands. He expected her to lean back again and just dodge, but this time she ducked down. It was risky, because ducking down to attack meant that she wouldn’t be able to see where his next attack was coming from, but if she was quick enough, she would be able to land a hit near his feet, and that’s exactly what she did. As soon as she ducked down, she jabbed the head of the tonfa into Raph’s left foot, but at the same time while Sam was blinded from any incoming attacks, Raph was able to use the handle of his sai and jab it into Sam’s left shoulder.

They both quickly leaped to their rights, creating a small gap between them. While Raph only felt some pain in his foot, he could still walk it off and fight. Sam on the other hand was really struggling to gain control over her left arm. The jab hurt more than it normally would due to Raphs incredible strength. Raph noticed her wincing at her sore arm and instantly took advantage of this. He quickly walked towards her and continuously aimed for her left side knowing that it would be much more difficult for her to block if she continued to try and block that one side. Sam knew she had to think quickly or else she would tire out soon. While Sam had incredible speed and strength for someone her age and size, she hadn’t fought like this in a long time, and with her daily physical activities she at least got some breaks whereas now she was moving nonstop. Knowing she would tire out soon, she took a chance and ducked again, this time aiming for the back of Raph’s right knee. If she hadn’t been hurt than she would have been quicker, but just as she swung her right tonfa around to connect with the back of Raph’s right knee, he brought that same leg up and then quickly slammed his foot down to knock the tonfa out of her hand. As Raph brought his leg down and tried to get back in ready position, Sam had already stood up right in front of him. She knew that she couldn’t throw a punch at him unless she wanted to shatter her hand, so she went with her gut. Before Raph could event react, Sam slapped him right across the face.

“Ooohhh” Donnie said with his chin resting on his knuckle. Leo winced with him after witnessing and hearing the *slap* sound after the girl had landed the attack. “HA*slap*” as Mikey slapped his hand to his mouth so that no one heard him laugh at what he just saw. He never thought he would ever see Raph get bitch slapped, but damn was it hilarious.

Raph stood there, frozen like a statue. Sam had jumped back some after she landed the attack and stood there waiting for a reaction…and she continued to stand there. She waited for her opponent to move, but he just continued to stand there as he processed what had just happened to him, his gaze dazed and glassy as he stared at the far wall. Sam then ran over to Mikey and basically started patting him down as soon as she got over to him. “Whoa dude, what are you-” “Looking for a weakness.” Leo and Donnie gave her a weird face, a bit weirded out by what she was doing, but also very intrigued at the same time. They would never admit it, but they both were extremely impressed with what they had witnessed so far. They never imagined the fight would last this long, or that there would even be a fight period. Leo expected Raph to get a good solid punch or two in (knowing Raph would never cause any serious injury no matter how much she annoyed the majority of the brothers, Splinter had raised them all better than that), for Sam to beg for mercy, and then they would ridicule her about how this would happen every time she was caught being disrespectful towards their family. But Sam had held up a pretty decent fight, so he decided to just sit back and watch the show.

Sam continued to pat Mikey across different parts of his body until she found a somewhat softer spot on his plastron near his waist. It was still solid of course, but it was a bit softer than the rest of his chest. “Um, find what you’re looking for?” She gave a small smile and nodded.

When Sam turned back around, she saw that Raph was still frozen, but now his hand was gently cupping the area where he had been slapped, as if he was still trying to process what had happened to him. Sam smiled as she rolled her eyes and called out to the red bearing turtle. “Hey dauntless, I’m the one who beat your high score in Drive Club within an hour of playing the game!” she shouted. Raph then turned around to look at her. He glared at her, and this glare was nastier than any other glare he had ever given her since the two had met. He was a mixed of embarrassed and pissed that she was able to keep up with him, and once he processed that he had just been bitch slapped, he couldn’t control his anger. Because of this, his fighting style became very sloppy, and Sam used this to her advantage. Both Sam’s left shoulder and right hand were very sore. Nothing was broken or seriously damaged, but very sore, so gripping her tonfa would be very difficult. She decided to momentarily go back to dodging Raph’s attacks, but she could also feel herself getting slower. Right now they were both showing their weaknesses, and they both were trying to take advantage of this as best as they could.

As Sam dodged a punch that came in towards her right, her reaction time was slow and the next thing she knew she was being pulled forward and was hit in the stomach with Raph’s elbow. As he then let her go, he expected her to feel winded and to stay put as he spun on his right heel and brought his left leg around with him to land a blow to her stomach, but instead she left her right foot planted and pivoted backwards only with her left leg. Just as Raph was bringing his leg down after missing his target, Sam was now doing the opposite of what Raph had just done. While he was bringing his leg back down, Sam swung her left leg backwards while turning on her planted right foot and used her left foot to land a blow right to where the somewhat softer spot on his plastron should have been. She had no idea if the softer spot near the waist line of Mikey’s plastron would be on the same location of Raph’s plastron or if there was a softer spot at all, but at the moment it was all she had in order to try and win this fight.

Luckily, it had been in the same spot, and this blow actually did a decent job at knocking the wind out of Raph. He took a few seconds to hold his waist as he tried to catch his breath. Since Sam was much weaker than him, it didn’t take him too long to recuperate and get ready to fight once again, but wow that had been scary. He couldn’t think of a time where he had been hit in that exact location on his plastron, and he was shocked that it left him so winded. He hated to admit it, but this was starting to become more of an enjoyable fight than it was infuriating. Sadly, Sam was at her limit. When she saw that Raph was about to come over and start attacking again, she threw her hands up in defeat.

“OKAY, okay you win! I surrender to the almighty dauntless!” she said as she bowed forward in front of him. She did so mockingly, but Raph could tell that she was being serious in wanting to stop the fight. “Had enough?” he said in a mocking tone. “Oh yeah” she replied as she stood up, holding her knee. “I’d love to try and keep going, but sadly any attack I land on you will continue to hurt me more, at least while I’m this twiggy” she said in a sour tone, “and I don’t want to cause too much damage to my body. I mean hey I have a game tomorrow, I don’t want to lose my future career because of one fight where I never had a shot of winning from the start.”

“Okay wait.” Donnie then jumped down and began walking over to where the two opponents were standing, with Leo and Mikey following right behind him. “If you knew there was no way you could win this fight, why would you even think of trash talking Raph? You had to know it would lead to this.” “Well,” Sam began, “I wasn’t sure what exactly would happen, but I was ready for whatever punishment was in store for my behavior. That and I was mainly just trying to get a rise out the one listening.” “Wait, you were insulting Raph in order to annoy Leo?” Mikey asked, a mix of curiosity and excitement displayed in his voice and a smile on his face adding to the vocal expression. She turned towards Leo with a blank yet irked expression. “I’m not stupid, I saw that your door was open and there was no sound coming from the room, so there was a very high chance that you were listening in on what we were talking about.” Leo turned his head, pretending to look at something that had caught his eye in the pipes above them. He felt both embarrassed but also slightly ashamed that he had allowed his actions to be detected so easily, both before and after she had begun baiting him with the trash talk. “So if you weren’t trying to mess with me, why were you so serious when you got over here?” Raph asked. Sam chuckled. “To get you pumped to fight me. If Leo just said to fight me then you would instantly say no, so I had to be a bitch” she said with a beaming smile. “So what was your overall goal in doing all this?” Donnie asked. “I’m sure there’s more to it than just annoying Leo and getting to fight Raph.”

Sam gave them a playful and triumphant smile. “I got all of you to talk to me.” All of them but Mikey gave her a confused look. “Ohhhh” Mikey began with wide eyes, “you knew that Leo was listening in on our conversation, and as a test to see how he would react you said things that you knew would annoy him which would then lead him to come out and confront you. You weren’t exactly expecting to fight Raph, but since that was the result, you did what you had to in order to make sure the fight would happen, which was why you spoke with cocky confidence to annoy Raph. And Donnie walking over and joining the group and questioning you was probably just a bonus.” The remaining brothers stood their speechless. They weren’t used to hearing Mikey sound so intelligent. Sam nodded with a shocked expression. “Couldn’t have said it better myself.” She reached her knuckle out and the two fist bumped.

Leo nodded, but he had one final thought that hadn’t been answered. “Okay, one last question.” Sam turned her head towards him, eyebrows raised. “If you wanted to get a rise out of me in the beginning, why did you insult Raph and not me?” “Easy, if I insulted you then it would be too obvious that I knew you were listening in on our conversation. Plus I had a strong feeling that insulting Raph would lead to a situation like this, whereas throwing insults at Donnie would lead more to just a formal apology and the whole thing would have ended at that. This scenario ended with all three of you actually starting a conversation with me.” “My best friend is smarter than yours!” Mikey shouted as he triumphantly threw his hands up in the air.

Leo and Raph both nodded towards Sam with blank expressions as they began to exit the room. Neither of the two brothers was sure how to feel. They both felt defeated and they definitely didn’t like that, but at the same time they both couldn’t stop thinking about everything they had both seen and heard from the girl. Not only had she done a great job of fighting an opponent where she was at a huge disadvantage, but she had planned out the entire situation beforehand and ended up getting what she wanted. She may have lost that individual fight, but overall she had won the full battle. Raph was determined to make sure she wouldn’t win the overall war, whereas Leo wondered if the tension really needed to continue.

The two were so caught up in their thoughts that neither of them had seen what Donnie had. The nerdy brother was the only one who saw the glimmer in Sam’s eye, and how hard she was fighting to conceal her smile when she heard Mikey call her his best friend. Donnie thought back to his earlier thoughts about whether their friendship was a good thing or not. He knew that Mikey truly cherished it, but he never knew how Sam felt. Based on what he had just seen, he had a feeling that she was also very grateful to have the orange bearing turtle in her life. He overheard the two talking as he walked out of the dojo and headed towards his lab.

“Come on Sam, let’s get back to working on your skateboard!” “Hmm?” she said a bit dazed, “Skateboard, right! Let’s go!” And with that, everyone went back to pick up on where their day had left off.

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*Later that day, closer to nighttime*

Donnie was happy with what he had accomplished that day. He had been tinkering around with some of the equipment that he hoped to one day use in what was supposed to become the med wing, but it was getting late, so he wanted to start closing up shop before he fell asleep and would then wake up to a huge mess in the middle of the night. He began putting tools back into drawers and putting equipment back up on shelves.

He walked over to a shelf to put some small machines back in their places. As he was organizing what went where, he heard a rustling noise behind him. He quickly turned around, but no one was there. He slowly turned around and then swiftly turned back to face the center of the room. In doing so, he caught a frightened Sam standing towards the wall on the opposite side of the room holding a pair of goggles in one hand and a strap in the other.

Usually Sam would try to play off what had happened with a joke, but she could read Donnie’s body language and facial expressions all too well, and it was obvious that he was furious. “Why?” She paused. “Um, what exactly doe-” “As in why are you sneaking into my lab?” “Uh, well-” “See no, there’s no correct answer because you shouldn’t be in here.” Donnie had tried to stay calm each time the girl had done something that irked him and his brothers, but this had been the last straw for him. “Raph verbally fought you earlier because you had touched something that was his, so what makes you think it’s okay to sneak in to my lab? I mean this is the only place besides my room that is like my sanctuary, my utopia even, which means that if I don’t give you permission to come in here then you need to stay out! I mean, is this like your hobby? Do you enjoy poking into other people’s personal lives and taking their belongings? Please, tell me what your reason is for purposefully sneaking into my lab and doing something else that you know you shouldn’t be doing, especially after I strictly told Mikey not to let something like this happen again.”

After Donnie had stopped laying into the girl he then noticed that she wasn’t smiling, she wasn’t responding with any sarcastic comments in a mocking tone, and she wasn’t trying to run and hide. She just stood there. Her eyes were glued to the floor and her hands seemed a bit shaky. Finally, she gained the courage to talk to the turtle.

“I just…I didn’t want you to get mad at him again…” she mumbled. Donnie stood there as the girl continued to look down. He was a bit taken aback at her answer and since he delayed his timing to respond, Sam had continued on with her thoughts. “I didn’t know he was going to do what he did earlier in lying to get the goggles for me to use, and I know you were probably upset with him doing that. I don’t want you guys to keep getting upset at him, he’s just trying to be a nice guy. So, even though you hate my guts, I took the risk in sneaking in to get another strap to fix the goggles. I went adjust them and the strap snapped and I didn’t want you to get mad at him again. I’m sorry.” Her arms seemed limp as she laid the goggles and the strap down on the table and turned to walk out of the room.

“Wait.” Sam paused, but continued to face the door. She was too afraid to continue facing Donnie. Donnie took a deep breath as he thought about what he had just done. More than anything he was hurt when she said that he hated her. He knew that yelling at her like that was wrong. He basically had just let out all the thoughts he had been storing away about this whole situation, but he knew that wasn’t right. After a few seconds, he carefully chose his words and began to talk again. “So, that’s one of the very rare occasions where I turn into Raph, and I apologize for that. I get that Mikey is a good hearted guy and that he just wanted to help you out, but I also don’t like strangers invading my space and using my stuff. Then again, this whole situation is due to me still treating you like a stranger. So, in order to somewhat try and fix that, if you ever need anything from my lab, you’re free to come in and use whatever you need.” Sam turned around in annoyance. “Seriously? Dude don’t get my hopes up like that just to be like ‘hey gotcha’ and it all be fake” she scowled. He tilted his head in confusion. “I’m not joking, as long as you tell me what you’re taking, then I’m honestly saying you’re allowed in here.” Sam’s eyes went wide. “But…you have super awesome stuff…you’ll let me use your super awesome stuff?” “Yes.” “You swear?” “I swear.” “…110% positive?” “If you keep asking then I’m going to change my mind.” Sam smiled a huge smile that reached from one side of her face to the other. In return, Donnie also gave her a small smile. “Oh, I don’t hate you by the way.” “Oh…okay. Not sure where that came from, but that’s cool.” “Well you’re the one that just said that I hated you.” Sam pointed towards herself. “I said that you hated me?” “Yup.” “I did?” “Let’s not do this again, please.” “Oh…well thanks again!” Sam’s face was turning redder and redder as she quickly walked out the room, embarrassed that she had accidentally spoken something that she had been keeping in her thoughts.

Once Sam had left the room, Donnie went back to organizing his lab. He wanted to be strict about the rules of his lab like he always had, but seeing that expression on her face broke him. Even though it wasn’t the smiley expression she had on her face when Mikey had called her his best friend, this depressed look showed how much she truly cared about Mikey just as much and the happier expression had. Donnie could truly tell that she cared about Mikey’s relationship with the rest of his family and that she had been hurting from the way Leo, Raph, and himself had been arguing with him about being friends with Sam. That’s why he broke and decided to let her come into the lab. If Mikey had bonded with her by letting her in and talking with her, then maybe giving her a chance would also allow him to understand this bond that the two had and why they both cared so much for the other.

He smiled and chuckled to himself. “Heh, things are going to get very interesting with her around.”

Thank you to those who are still reading my story! If any of you get a chance, are there spots where I’m doing well, doing not so well? Are the fight scenes decent at least? I’m new to all of this, so if you have any comments or complaints then please tell me, if you’d like to that is.

Thank you again for continuing to read my story! :)

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