#and i’m only talking around it because im ashamed of having been wrong and Online and self righteous and fucking STUPID
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Dream SMP Recap (June 2/2021) - Self-Care and Reconciliation
Fundy tries some speedy self-care to follow Quackity’s directions of “finding himself.”
Foolish finds out about the supreme fridge and isn’t pleased.
Antfrost seeks out Foolish, Bad and Puffy to find peace and make amends after what happened with the Egg.
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- Phil works on the basement some more
- Tubbo works on his outpost
- Tubbo comes over to the Arctic and visits Phil in his basement to “spy” on him
- They go to Tubbo’s outpost and Tubbo asks if Phil would like to make a TNT canon with him. Phil sees Las Nevadas
- Tubbo’s a changed person since he tried to kill Phil’s friend, and now he and Phil are on good terms!
- Tubbo and Phil start attempting to wrangle a Ghast together for the outpost
- A few days ago, Quackity told Fundy that he could have a plot of land in Las Nevadas under certain circumstances, and Fundy has a choice to join the nation or not
- When he and Quackity spoke, Quackity said that this plot of land can be his if Fundy can find himself. Fundy needs to fix what’s broken
- Living in the middle of nowhere away from other people isn’t good, so today, Fundy wants to take care of himself and become a better person
- Fundy’s snow fox is outside, but Fundy decides to let him roam for the time being
- Fundy goes outside and creates a board with signs:
FUNDY’S PLAN TO BECOME BETTER MAN:
Healthy diet! fish, steak, vegetables, fruit, dary, grains
Take care of himself. be able to cut down tree fast
mine diamonds
be able to accept therapy
say “im okay with therapy”
good friends, get 3 people to say im a friend
sleep
take care of pet :)
learn to count
- He sets up a timer to do these eight things, and once it starts, he immediately runs off to fix his diet
- Fundy fetches some cod from the sea and spots Tubbo’s outpost in the distance. Curious, he goes over -- if someone lives there, that can go towards his friend goal
- Seeing that Tubbo isn’t online, Fundy messages Phil instead. He asks if they are friends, and Phil just asks what he wants. After a lot more pressing, Phil says they are friends! Fundy is his grandson, after all
- Phil asks if Fundy is safe. Fundy is overjoyed that he cares about his safety, and counts that as two friends! Fundy says he should come by to play cards sometimes, and Phil likes the idea
- To himself, Fundy whispers: “You are a friend and you are appreciated and worth something. You are cool. You are special. You are loved.”
He counts this as the final friend, and has now completed one goal!
- He creates a small patch of dirt and plants wheat, then goes mining for diamonds
- Fundy chops some trees and returns to his house
- On his bed, he psyches himself up and musters up the courage to say something
Fundy: “I...accept...and am okay...with...”
(he struggles to say the last word)
Fundy: “I accept and am okay with...therapy. I accept and am okay with THERAPY!”
- He then goes outside and learns to count by killing zombies
- After that, he has to go find his pet snow fox. He asks a nearby Enderman where he is
- Fundy and the Enderman go searching together
- Fundy can’t find the fox. He keeps searching around the forest, until he comes back towards his house and finally finds the fox sleeping on a nearby hill
- With all his other goals done, there is only one remaining: sleep.
- He goes to his bed, hesitates...
...and sleeps.
(This is a set up for next stream)
- Foolish returns to his summer home from Las Nevadas and finds the WAR sign, confused. He then notices the disappearance of the supreme fridge
- He reads the war note left in the chest for Ponk and is outraged. That fridge was his gift! Of all the buildings that have been built here, the fridge was the one thing he allowed
- There will be consequences, but as Foolish will be gone for a bit, he can’t do anything now.
- Foolish begins to go through the stages of grief, mourning the fridge, before leaving a note:
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You destroyed my fridge. It was my gift from Ponk. The one structure that was built for me on this server was destroyed. Once I go through the 5 stages of grief...I will then add on a bonus stage.......REVENGE
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- He kills one of the L’Sandburg citizen llamas to send a message
- Foolish goes to the main area and visits Eret’s fortress, noticing the totem statue Eret made in mourning. He changes the sign to simply say “in honor of Foolish” instead
- While working on his pyramid some more at the summer home, Foolish notices Antfrost just over the hill. Ant comes over, seeking to apologize for killing Foolish
Foolish: Listen Ant. From the very start I blamed the egg. And I don’t believe the REAL Antfrost killed me. Nice to see some blue eyes as well
Ant: but we didn’t listen to your warnings, we had our chances and we betrayed you and our friends. I wouldn’t blame you if you killed me right here
- Foolish doesn’t. He tells Ant that he’s moving on.
- Ant asks if there’s any way to make it up to him, and Foolish says he could use some help gathering sand (Antfrost finds sand tasty, but Foolish doesn’t eat sand. It has too many calories)
- The two gather sand together
Foolish: I hold nothing against you
Ant: thank you
Foolish: Honestly I think the banquet has changed me for the better
Ant: how so
Foolish: It has given me new found strength. Basically from here on out...I’ll be less timid to take action
Ant: well at least something good came out of it
Foolish: So how about you Antfrost, what’s next for the old sly cat
Ant: I need to talk to Puffy and Bad and Sam and everyone I’ve wronged
- Ant asks if Foolish has seen Puffy anywhere, whether there’s something he can give her as a peace offering. She likes llamas
- Foolish thanks Ant for his help. Ant says if Foolish needs anything, to let him know. Foolish looks forward to happier times
- Puffy comes on later and finds the book Foolish left in the chest. She reads it, but she still thinks getting rid of the fridge was better for the aesthetic, and she had to get back at Ponk
- She writes another letter, this time to Foolish, titled “To my sharkyson”:
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Dear Foolish!
It was not my intention to make you sad or angry! I didn’t know you cared so much for the fridge as well. it was kinda ugly and it stood out so much from the rest of the builds! But I assure you I’m not allied with Bad, my whole goal behind L’llamaburg was to keep an eye on Bad so he didn’t build any further on your land or cause you more problems.
Once Bad was gone I fully intended to disband l’llamaburg and tear it down!
Sorry for any sadness I may of caused.. you don’t need a fridge though to be reminded of how Supreme you are!
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- Ant is at the animal sanctuary. Everything’s been destroyed, but at least Floof is still alive
- He saves Asshole the fish from suffocating out of the water and puts the fish back in the aquarium
- Ant goes looking for Bad. They need to talk
- They meet at the Community House. Bad hasn’t seen Ant in a while, he hasn’t been around. Bad asks if Ant is okay, and Ant doesn’t know. He died
- Ant asks what happened. Bad says things didn’t work out according to plan. Ant remembers Quackity coming in at the Banquet...
Ant: “Bad, what did we do? I killed Foolish...”
- Bad says stuff happens and he doesn’t think anyone would blame Ant
Ant: “Bad, I killed him! What do you mean you don’t think anyone blames -- Bad, we’re monsters! Do you know what we did?”
Bad: “W-well, I try not to think about it!”
Ant: “Well you can’t just ignore -- you can’t act like we didn’t do -- Bad, I killed Foolish, we were gonna kill E-- oh my god, Eret’s on the server too.”
- Bad thinks it’s fine, Foolish will recover and Puffy killed Ant but it was one for one. Ant remembers all the horrible things he said to Puffy before he killed Foolish and asks where Bad went afterwards
- Bad had no choice but to run. He couldn’t save Ant, they were outnumbered
Ant: “...Do you not feel bad about anything? Bad, we’re...we’re mon-- we did horrible things!”
Bad: “Well I mean, yeah, you did do some horrible stuff...”
Ant: “No, YOU! You did some horrible stuff! Who pushed Skeppy into lava, Bad? Who betrayed their friends? We betrayed Sam, Bad!”
Bad: “Okay, we did some horrible stuff -- hey, no! Okay, but -- there were good reasons at the time, or we felt like there was!”
Ant: “No! No no, Bad, we let the Egg control us! No! Did the Egg give you what it promised?”
Bad: “No, ‘cause...we never completed the plan...whatever it was. Ant, I can’t remember exactly...it’s not -- look, it’s -- I don’t know...”
- Ant asks if he’s talked to Sam and Puffy yet. Bad’s trying not to think about it, but Ant says they can’t ignore this. They’re friends, they should make amends
- Ant asks if Bad’s been back down there, but Bad’s steered clear. Ant is feeling normal again
Ant: “I...Bad, do you not...We’re fucked up! We did horrible things! Our friends tried to stop us, and we didn’t listen! We didn’t do anything!”
Bad: “There’s a lot of ‘we’ going on here...”
- Bad points out Ant didn’t really say anything. Ant accuses him of blaming him
Bad: “No, I’m just saying that...if the collar fits!”
- Ant says they both did horrible things, they dragged Hannah in, Punz too and Ponk. Bad hasn’t checked up on those three since. It doesn’t seem like Bad feels bad. Ant’s been gone because he felt ashamed
- If there’s anybody that they’ve hurt the most, it’s Sam. They were the Badlands
- Bad says they were brainwashed. He knows it’s not an excuse, that they should still own up to it even if they weren’t fully to blame
- They both killed one person each. Ant accuses Bad of putting the blame on him again and says that Bad killing Skeppy was worse because they’re platonic soulmates
- Ant wants an apology for letting him die and leaving him. Bad didn’t do anything, he just watched Ant die. Bad was caught off guard. On the other hand, maybe it was a good thing that Ant died, since otherwise they would’ve killed more people
- Ant says they should own up. Bad apologizes for letting Puffy kill Ant. He should have protected Ant, not just from Puffy but from the Egg too. Ant forgives Bad and says sorry for not protecting Bad from the Egg either
- Seeing as Puffy’s online, Ant suggests they go look for her. Bad says he’ll talk to Puffy later. Ant asks about Skeppy -- Bad talked to Skeppy right after what happened, but he hasn’t seen Skeppy since. They had a bit of a confrontation
- Ant wonders if Sam will forgive them. The Badlands wouldn’t be the same without him. He leaves Bad
- Puffy comes down the Prime Path and meets Antfrost face-to-face. The two have a bit of an awkward greeting
- Puffy reminds him of what happened. He doesn’t know how to apologize, but he says sorry. For saying awful things, for killing Foolish. He doesn’t expect her to forgive him, but he apologizes for what he did
- Puffy says it wasn’t right that she killed him, even though she was acting defensively, and she apologizes as well. Ant didn’t deserve to die either, he was blinded by the Egg. She holds Bad more to blame -- Antfrost talked to him recently
- Puffy forgives Ant. She asks how Bad handled it, and Antfrost says Bad is full of guilt and is hoping he can just forget about it
- Bad hasn’t apologized to Puffy, but Ant says he’ll get around to talking to everyone. Puffy made a burner Twitter account to hate on Badboyhalo and if she doesn’t get an apology, she might have to use it
- About L’Sandburg, Ant says he was there for like five minutes, but he doesn’t know what’s been happening since
Puffy: “Ant, you have to be your own person, Ant. He always uses you as his little pet to do things for you, and you murdered a man now because of it, because of Bad.”
Bad uses Antfrost to do things. Why didn’t Bad kill Foolish himself? Why was Antfrost thrown under the bus?
- She tells Ant that he needs to stand up for himself. She had to watch so many “RIP that pussy” and “Why’d you have to kill my cat” edits, it was the worst timing
- Puffy messages Bad asking if he’s apologized to Ant. They spot Bad nearby and walk over to confront him. He’s selling arrows
- Bad says he said sorry for letting Ant die, but Ant wants an apology for Bad making him do everything. Bad says they were both just following the Egg’s orders, that Ant had a grudge against Foolish -- but Ant says he didn’t, that Bad said he had to kill people
- Bad says sorry, but the Egg just wanted it that way. They accuse him of making excuses. Bad apologizes to Antfrost for making him kill Foolish, and the two hug
- Bad and Skeppy had a disagreement after the Red Banquet, and he has to check up with him to make sure he’s okay
- Bad says sorry to Puffy for what they did while under the Egg’s influence. Puffy was told that they were turning a new leaf, letting bygones be bygones so many times that if she took a shot every time she was told that, she would get alcohol poisoning
- Bad says sorry for everything to both of them, from the bottom of his heart. Puffy accepts to be the bigger person. They’ve always been a trio, always been friends, and now that the Egg’s no longer here, she’ll let it slide
- They do a group hug
- After some chatting, Puffy accuses Bad of having a Wattpad account to write Skephalo fanfiction and they continue talking about Skeppy’s merch boxes
- Michael joins the call! They all hang out together
- Later on, Eret and Foolish join in as well!
- A while after, they all go over to Ponk’s stairway to heaven to finally destroy it
(The build dates back to at least early July, possibly June, of 2020)
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ani....morphs.....
ok so picking up after the david trilogy, which hit hard as FUCK, we have book 23, which basically was a semi truck that ran over my corpse, jesus christ, they really followed up the david trilogy w/all that....
23 was so so good and also painful. its the culmination of a lot of tobias’s characterization in the series thus far and also we finally get the reveal we’ve been waiting for about elfangor....ooooh man
and there was a lot of painful stuff in this book but the worst imo was tobias wondering if it were possible that somebody wanted him and would take care of him, only to have it all come crashing down in the worst way when it turned out aria was visser three in morph, ouch.
that was so brutal augh. and when he figured it out and just crash landed and kept thinking about how he wanted to die and how he was stupid to think he could have a home...bro get these kids some THERAPY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
so yeah that book was absolutely brutal but also so good...and it further fleshed out the animorphs working as a near-flawless team, w/the whole setup of tobias meeting w/the lawyer being so airtight and well-planned
also more free hork bajir!! its cool that there's stuff happening w/them offscreen, I like that
I literally had to take a break from reading the books bc the david triology + 23 was like so much, and also bc the olympics were on and all my time got dedicated to watching those, but then I opened 24, not sure what to expect, and BAM it was the helmacrons lmaoooo
I don't even remember the helmacrons but ig a lot of people hate them? lmao so that whole reputation preceded the book and I was like oh wow time for a change in tone
which wasn't wrong but also I liked that book?? I was never bored, even tho the whole thing was patently ridiculous and also had very little bearing on the overarching story
but I think it would be a standout if it were a TV episode w/a good budget - the visuals were amazing even in text, and I can imagine all the cool shrinking/growing/cellular stuff would be WICKED cool visually (ideally 2d animation but an ant man-esque live action adaptation wouldn't be terrible if they had the budget for it)
whatever let me dream. so yeah I didn't hate the helmacron book even tho the helmacrons themselves were...sure something. lmao I think they come back? that should be interesting
next book is the arctic one, we have yet another alien of the week style adventure - I liked this one too, it felt like more plot-y stuff happened since they destroyed the base, and marco’s POV is always fun
I do find it funny/interesting how sometimes when the animorphs do something - like in this book, destroying that base in the arctic - it doesn't really seem to impact the yeerks much/it doesn't get brought up much after that. and then other things like them destroying the ground-based kandrona get mentioned a lot (that example is understandable tho bc that WAS a big deal). its just hilarious to me how blowing up entire building complexes has become so routine that it isn’t even worth mentioning at this point
Also I adore when they meet other random people/kids and are chill w/them, like w/that kid they met in the rain forest earlier on w/the time travel
the descriptions of the brutally cold weather were great. I hate the cold so I was like oof this is a nightmare lmao
also ig that was the first ghostwritten book and I did kinda notice it was slightly different than usual? maybe? I could be imagining it tho
okay but book 26 tho...BOOK 26. bruh
that was SO good and I really didn’t know what to expect - but when we finally revisited Jake’s dream w/crayak I knew it was gonna be good (but I didn’t expect it to be a chess game war epic..!)
basically I loved it. SUCH a good Jake book - I really appreciate his character now as opposed to when I was 10 and often overlooked him (sorry jake).
similarly, when I was a kid and read these I sympathized a lot w/the chee and felt bad for them towards the end of the series when they had to get more involved in the war (genuinely don’t remember what they even do but ik I felt bad)
but now I've basically 180′d and I'm like damn those chee sure are hypocrites huh.
like they could solve So many of the animorphs problems but their stringent adherence to nonviolence leads to them actively getting in the animorphs way sometimes? and obviously pacifism is a complicated topic, but in this case it also intersect w/the whole ‘child soldier’ thing, and as beings who are insanely old and wise, the chee probably shouldn't just leave all the dirty work to a bunch of literal middle schoolers
aaaaanyways. there’s so much I love about this book. the iskoort! they were sure something. and the ‘plot twist’ that they are actually 2 beings, the Isk and the Yoort - and the Yoort are essentially Yeerks - that slapped. the symbiosis of it all!
I loved the part where they all realize what this means, that this is why Crayak wants the iskoort destoryed - because someday the yeerks might come across them and realize parasitism is not the only way. I love it!
alas I don’t recall the iskoort returning in the story (but also my memory is terrible so who knows?) but still that would be cool
basically I feel like this is the book where Jake Truly comes into his own as a leader, in every sense. he outmaneuvers Crayak, and even the ellimist, who’s yanking them around in his own way
the scene where jake shoves the howler off the cliff and jumps off and morphs and acquires the howler...that was fantastic and tense.
also the murder is definitely becoming more overt. I mean, it has been for a while, but it isn’t really pointed out as much anymore. oof
more on the chee - as Jake points out in this book, and other characters point out in other books - the chee could have saved the pemalites, but instead just stood by while their creators were slaughtered. on the other hand, jake says, what do the chee do AFTER they’ve killed the howlers - where to point them next? when is the end of their violence?
buuuuut also standing by while atrocities occur is pretty damning, as is frequently mentioned in this series - from the very beginning, when marco initially doesn’t want to get involved in the war at all, and the other animorphs basically tell him that turning his back on the war and acting like he doesn’t even know it’s happening would be immoral and cowardly (which imo this reaction helps to push marco in the direction he ends up going, but I digress) - this topic comes up again in 19 when cassie quits the team and rachel is upset bc she sees it as cassie elevating her own feelings above the greater good (as in, as long as cassie feels good about how she acts, it doesn’t matter how much preventable evil the yeerks are committing while she turns away). etc etc. but that’s essentially what’s happening w/the chee - even tho they help w/intel, the lack of any sort of Action on their part means that they’re essentially allowing awful things to happen when they could prevent them. this is rambly but basically...animorphs deals so much in grey areas, and the chee are noticeably black and white in their actions, despite falling, in a meta sense, in an extremely grey area. its such good, thought provoking writing!
anywayssss I keep talking about the chee lmao what else was there. oh YEAH jake and cassie kissed for the first time awww that was super cute
and ofc immediately marco teases them as asks jake if he’s gonna kiss him next, and all I can say is...marco is a bicon
also I love the background worldbuilding w/the iskoort, how they have all these groups and guilds and stuff - its not dwelled on much, which actually works really well to give the world/species a sense of lived-in realness
okay oh man and the reveal at the end that the howlers were just like...children who thought the whole thing was a game...AUGHH man that’s sooo fucked
like, when jake morphs the howler and has rachel ready to knock him down in grizzly morph if he gets out of control due to the howler’s murderous instincts, and he morphs to find that the howler is...playful, like a dolphin morph. SUCH a good fucked up sense of dawning horror there
and the fact that as far as I can tell the chee KNEW this, but wanted revenge anyways, so they let the animorphs assume that the howlers were Evil On Purpose
also I love smaller moments, like jake seeing that ax is ashamed for briefly running away during one battle w/the howlers, and then entrusts him w/an important task bc he knows that ax will see that as redemption - and when everyone thought jake was dead and were so happy when he wasn't (they all love each other so much im gonna cry about these child soldiers augh)
basically that book was so good
man one thing I absolutely love is that the longer the series goes on the more obvious it is that andalites, despite inventing morphing technology, barely use it themselves
like, most of the andalite characters we see barely morph. its kind of a last resort to them, as they’re already plenty dangerous in their regular forms
meanwhile for the animorphs, that’s all they have to fight with. that’s their only weapons against the yeerks, and its so fun to see them use the power in so many varied ways, and so creatively, while the andalites have barely scratched the surface of their own technology
its also interesting to contrast against the yeerks who start out w/absolutely no technology, and the andalites share some but not all of their technology w/them...its too bad that morphing technology was just starting out cause that would’ve been interesting
like imo a lot of the conflict w/the yeerks could’ve been avoided if they could just nothlit into better forms - of course, there’d still be plenty of yeerks who want to go start wars or w/e, just like pretty much any species in the series, but a lot of yeerks would probably be like ‘yeah I'm good’ and just chill out as nothlits
also people online love to talk about how humans are alienfuckers and would definitely have sex w/sentient aliens and whatnot, and while I'm not saying that's untrue, its just funny bc in animorphs the truest alienfuckers are definitely the andalites
as of the hork-bajir chronicles, we now have a second instance of an andalite morphing another species to be in an inter-species alien romance (and eventually have kids)
speaking of, I don’t think I’ve talked abt the hork bajir chronicles yet??? even tho I read it a while ago lmao
HBC was great...I honestly haven’t really run into an animorphs book I’ve actually disliked at this point, I’m sure it’ll come w/all the ghostwriting and whatnot, but I’ve liked at least some aspects of every book
anyways HBC was great, and it’s funny bc I remember that I read this book as a kid, and yet rereading it now I didn’t remember a single bit of it lmaooo
I really liked the framing device of the free hork bajir telling this story to tobias. I also liked how we know from the beginning that this story wont have a happy ending - we know all the hork bajir end up enslaved by the yeerks, but it’s still somehow hopeful at the end? I think this is largely due to the framing device tbh.
also I love toby, and I love that the First free hork bajir named their kid after tobias ;_;
and oooh mannn I LOVED the different POVs from this book. all the characters were so interesting! aldrea was fascinating - I really like the increasingly negative view of the andalites that the readers are getting, all while maintaining the sense that they aren’t like, actively evil, just that they have their issues - like aldrea’s arrogance, and the general andalite arrogance which lead to the loss of the hork bajir. also, who knew andalites had their own brand of sexism? Ls
I did like getting a female andalite tho, that was cool. and dak was really cool, he was such a good, compassionate character who was able to maintain his morals in an interesting way throughout the story
and VISSER THREE...or should I say esplin 9466, because he’s not visser 3 yet...getting his ‘origin story’ was excellent - I really like how we’re learning about visser 3 backwards - we start off the series w/him as the main villain, and he’s campy and menacing, and then we see him in the andalite chronicles as a power-hungry sub-visser trying to climb the ranks and eventually getting alloran as a host, and then back even further here, w/the start of his focus on the andalites and the beginning of his ambition. its been very cool and interesting to see
plus, the beginning of the yeerks as we know them! seerow! alloran! it’s a party and nobody is having a good time, except for some of the yeerks.
I like how it’s pretty obvious that the andalites are well-meaning with their interactions w/the yeerks, but go about it the wrong way - they give them enough technology that the yeerks realize there’s a whole world out there to experience, and then they blockade the yeerks on their planet and tell them they can’t leave. nnnnot the best approach imo
again, as I said above, I’m interested in how things could’ve gone if the andalites had given the yeerks morphing technology early on - could a lot of the conflict have been avoided, or would it have been worse? the yeerks seem pretty evil in this book, immediately jumping to enslave anyone they can. otoh we hear from esplin that not all yeerks like having host bodies, and find it overwhelming, preferring to swim around in the yeerk pool as a slug - I assume as host bodies became more available this type of thinking was probably stamped out in yeerk society or w/e, but there are a lot of interesting what-ifs in the situation
I loved the scene where esplin first experiences having a host, and immediately knows he can’t go back. there are a bunch of great sensory descriptions, and it’s a nice scene to pinpoint as a foundational moment for the visser three in the current story, who spent a lot of time and energy getting what he sees as the best possible host body, an andalite
I find it interesting how much visser three clearly respects the andalites, even while constantly deriding them. and you can see the origins of that here as he immediately focuses in on the andalites, working to become an expert on them in order to make himself useful enough to move thru the ranks
another thing I like is how esplin seems a lot more crafty and ambitious than the visser three from modern times - I would guess that reaching his goal (andalite host body) and being given all that power was detrimental, playing on his weaknesses instead of his strengths. basically, I don’t think it’s ooc or anything, I can see how HBC-esplin became animorphs-esplin, especially w/TAC in between
as for seerow...poor dude. you really do have to feel for him, because you get the sense he really did just want to be kind to the yeerks, but it was borne from a place of pity, and he (and the other andalites) consistently held too much power over the yeerks for the species relations to ever be truly equal and functional
AUGH I have so many thoughts about alien space politics. omg. I need to talk about the actual story lmao
so yeah I also feel for aldrea, she had a rough time, watching her entire family die and being thrown into a hopeless war
and then the andalite council or w/e not listening to her bc she's a girl AND seerow’s daughter...oof
also, I really really liked the running theme of the andalites - specifically aldrea - looking down on the hork bajir as ‘simple’ and constantly underestimating them, especially dak
and I like how this is portrayed as a bad attitude for aldrea to have, and she still remains and interesting and sympathetic character even while having obvious flaws. it’s about being 3-dimensional baby!
and oh man I love that dak realizes that aldrea looks down on him, and his entire species, but he can see that that’s how the andalites are, and it all connects back to the beginning of the story w/the yeerks, bc the andalites looked down on the yeerks and treated them with pity and kept them pinned under their proverbial thumb ‘for their own good’ and look how that turned out
but dak is wise and kind enough to not hate aldrea for this, even acknowledging when she’s using him, but not pushing her away because he recognizes good in her too - and she ends up changing, partially because of his faith in her
and I feel like it can all be compared to that scenario of like - a hypothetical creature that lives in a 2D world suddenly being thrust into a 3D world, and comprehending what its seeing, and understanding that there’s so much more out there outside of the flat lines of its world - and then its dropped back into 2D-land with the knowledge of all the stuff its missing out on, and no way to get back to it or explain it to anybody else
I loooove that ‘trope’ or w/e you wanna call it, and it’s done beautifully here w/the yeerks - whos the say they wouldn't have been fine in their pool swimming around; as esplin said, a lot of the yeerks were terrified of having a host, it was only from the andalites’ perspective that their lives were sad and pitiful, and the andalites showed them what the world could be like, and then said ‘no, you can’t travel the stars like we do, you have to stay here on your planet and do what we say.’
and then again, w/the hork bajir - dak talks about how, even though he drinks up the knowledge that aldrea gives him, in the end it might have been better to just have lived peacefully, not knowing what was in the sky or the Deep - as aldrea says: “It was too late for Dak: he knew that the stars were not flowers.”
plus the hork bajir having to go from a completely peaceful species who don’t even understand the concept of violence, to a bunch of soldiers fighting a war...oof
basically everyone in this story uses the hork bajir. the yeerks use them as hosts, the andalites use their planet as a convenient place to dump seerow and then take their sweet time coming to help, and the arn created them as means to stabilize the planet, but block them off from their society and refuse to help when the yeerks come
like, the arn modifying themselves to be un-infestable by the yeerks and then being enslaved for physical labor instead? oof guys. if they had teamed up w/the hork bajir resistance things might have gone better, but probably not
more on aldrea - throughout the story I was always thinking ‘how am I supposed to see her? as a good person, or as a bad person?’
as a POV character, especially a ‘good guy’ andalite, you just start off automatically thinking of her as a good person, but as the story goes on, she starts getting lost in revenge and begins using dak and the hork bajir, and you’re left wondering if this is a story about her slide into darkness, and then towards the end of the story her character development culminates in her making the decision to stay w/the hork bajir, and the be with dak, and that’s about when I went ‘ohhh right this is animorphs so every character is pretty much gonna be grey’
I feel like that moral grey-ness was on full display w/aldrea, and I really enjoyed that. I love so much when characters who are good do bad things, for good or bad reasons, especially in media like animorphs that’s aimed at kids. it’s so compelling.
oof, and the ending when aldrea convinces dak to mobilize the hork bajir and teach them violence...and dak asks her if she’s ever killed another andalite, and she’s horrified, and says of course she hasn’t, and he says that that’s what she’s asking him, and all the hork bajir, to do - to kill their own people, even if they are being controlled by the yeerks. biiiig oof. I love that dak can keep up w/aldrea and her andalite supremacy attitude - it seems that the non-andalite characters who get along best w/the andalites are the ones who wont take their bs
what else happened....oh my god how could I forget about alloran, and his quantum virus. oooof. I like how we find out about alloran in parallel to visser three, in the same backwards way - in animorphs he’s the tragic host of visser three, in TAC he’s the disgraced but still semi-respected war-prince who becomes the first ever andalite controller, and here he’s the guy who decides to commit some war crimes because, hey, we haven’t tried that yet
but yeah that was fucked up, I love it. I’ve said it before I think but I like that alloran isn’t some perfect martyr tragically taken by the yeerks - it’s a lot more compelling that he’s a very flawed person who was taken as a controller partially due to his own bloodthirstiness.
but yeah, the part where aldrea morphs alloran and ‘sneaks’ into that room was great. aldrea’s dedication to disposing of the virus is a great indicator of her character development - it really feels like the straw that broke the camels back w/re: to the andalites not being what she thought they were, w/their tardiness coming to help the hork bajir planet and the way her father was treated being the precursors to this realization. it all culminates nicely in aldrea saying ‘fuck this actually’ and nothlit-ing into a hork bajir.
and it’s really tragic but realistic that even though aldrea and dak end up seeing eye to eye at the end and getting together, the virus ends up being released anyways (and fails in its objective to stop the yeerks from using the hork bajir - the whole thing was p much a lose-lose situation oof), and aldrea and dak still die fighting a hopeless war
but then we have the free hork bajir on earth, including toby, who, like tobias, has andalite ancestry, but no DNA to show for it - I like that they have that connection as well as tobias being her namesake
so yeah I enjoyed that one and its many-layered themes
WOW this got long uuuuuhhh ok I think i’ll leave this one off here. at the time I’m actually finishing the writing and editing, I’m on book 35 lol so I have some backlogging to do. never fear, I have a lot to say....
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sorry i keep talking about this i don’t think anyone else would understand these thoughts but kids need more education on neurodiversity and mental disorders bc so many people have them. i honestly can’t blame kids for using the r slur or making fun of things they don’t understand. if their parents and educators aren’t teaching them these things it isn’t their fault. some don’t even know the meaning and history behind the r slur they just hear their friends using it as “dumb” and go with it. /1
if that last anon had known what stims and autism was it could’ve been different but im glad she understands now. but then again people just love being ableist, freshman year my teacher taught us about the doctor who faked the studies on vaccines causing autism and showed us protesters holding signs that said “vaccines gave my kid autism” and so on. she asked us after the lesson how many of us would not vaccinate our kids and so many people raised their hands. /2 she was so shocked like she just taught us it was fake and they still didn’t get it. i was the only one who said something about the studies being unreliable. it’s traumatizing knowing peoples are against u no matter how much education they get. a large number of nurses are even anti vaccine. they would rather have a dead kid than an autistic one. so many neurotypical people want to find a cure because they’re ashamed of us. /3 but if they’d talk to us they would know we don’t want one. it makes us who we are, our entire brain and movements and experiences are shaped by autism. imagine how different u and i would be if we got “cured.” we’d be way different people but of course that’s what they want. /4 there’s little to no research on autism, all people talk about when they bring it up is the cure. i’d like to know things about us like why we’re more likely to have joint problems, gastrointestinal problems, sleep disorders. i want to know how men and women present it differently, what the cause is. but i don’t think we’ll ever get that. (sorry this is so depressing thank u for listening😆) -🦦 /5
no don’t apologize at all! i love talking about this kind of stuff with people who understand, it’s so hard to talk about it with neurotypical people sometimes. there is so much misinformation about autism and what it actually is which is what leads to all of the confusion and misunderstanding and eventual ableism. people think autism is a disease or a mental illness, which it isn’t. it’s a developmental disability, we can’t be cured, most of don’t WANT to be cured. this is who we are. if we got “cured” we wouldn’t even be ourselves anymore.
i have a really good friend whose mom is anti vaccine because she thinks they cause autism and my friend doesn’t have any of her vaccines. everytime i go over to this friends house i’m always so uncomfortable and so baffled by how her mom, who is a healthcare professional, buys into a study that has been debunked multiple times and one of the doctors who did it lost their medical license i believe.
since i’m studying to be a teacher, i have to take courses on how to teach kids with disabilities, which i was actually super excited for, until i met my professor. he is one of the most outwardly ableist people i’ve ever met, i feel so bad for any disabled child he’s ever worked with. he talked to us like it was impossible any of us could actually be disabled, he said that autistic people are “manipulative and egocentric”, and when talking about possible causes of autism he listed vaccines and gluten genuinely as possible causes. he also acknowledged that saying the r word is wrong and then continued to say it multiple times. i was mind blown. i couldn’t even speak to this man without my blood boiling. i still am appalled someone who works daily with disabled children could be so ableist, and that he was so positive nobody in our class was autistic he felt like he could say those things. i was so angry i cried sometimes after class.
you’re entirely right though, some people just love being ableist. some people are insistent on being ignorant. i think i mentioned my friend growing up who is also autistic, he has higher support needs and his mom is one those moms who totes him around to get like brownie points for being a decent parent or something. he’s a great person, like he is incredible and an awesome friend and we had so much fun together as kids. but she treats him like this huge burden and loves to play the “autism mommy” card for sympathy like, just stop. you have an amazing kid. go appreciate that.
don’t even get me started on autism speaks. oh boy, i could go for hours. the fact some people out there still don’t know autism speaks is essentially a hate group baffles me. they have no autistic people on their board, they actively advocate for things most of us autistic people are against (i.e. a cure, person first language, etc). the whole puzzle piece mentality too, it’s so gross to me. i don’t have a piece missing, i’m a whole person who just happens to think and act a little differently. i much prefer the rainbow infinity symbol and the red instead movement. because it was coined by autistic people.
i especially hate that so much of research done about us is without us. i would love to know more about the nuances of autism, i’m always trying to research more but sadly most of the information online you have to be incredibly careful what you believe because so many people, even healthcare professionals, spread misinformation. one of the places that actually best helped me understand my autism more was the actuallyautistic tag on here, and i follow some autistic info twitters run by autistic people who discuss our issues.
thank you again so much for talking to me about all this and for sparking this discussion, it’s so nice to get to chat with people who understand about these kind of things! i wish you best, have a good day/night 🥺🧡
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where do I even start?
I’m literally only writing this for myself since typing a whole novel out on the computer is way easier than writing this in a physical journal which is what I normally do. I come to Tumblr though when I have way too much to say and don't know how to say it. I just need to get it off my chest before I blow up. so here it goes...
shall we start at the beginning? I grew up in a decently religious household. my mom, sister and I went to church almost every Sunday with all our aunts and uncles. don't get me wrong, I still believe in God and whatnot and I wouldn't change my upbringing in the church for anything. but it may have suppressed my views on the world. something my aunt said to me a few years ago has stuck to brain ever since and I can't seem to shake it. she told me that she actually believes that being gay is a sin and that you can love the sinner but not the sin. so like, she believes if you're gay, you can be gay but don't act upon it/the sin. she believes, for example, that being trans is a mental illness. like, I just can't wrap my head around that. and honestly, she spoke with so much conviction and “sense” that she actually had me fooled to think the same way for a hot second. and then to learn that my other “cool” aunt also believes this... kinda sad. both of those aunts have literally talked down upon family (and our family is very tight knit) and people they love... what would they do if they ever found out about me?
ive felt a lot of feelings ever since I was young. mostly towards males... but also towards females. I just thought the female part was me wanting to be like them or be their friend and just have them like me and accept me as a chill person to be around. but fast forward to a couple years ago. I was bombarded (in a good way) by social media flaunting (in a good way lol) different sexualities and things. its hard to describe but that “world” was just becoming more prominent to me I guess.
I started to try and put my religious upbringing in the background so I could focus on trying to figure out who I really was. ive been doing this for at least a couple years now. and although im still trying to really figure it out, right now half way through 2020, I think im getting closer to an answer. and guess what has helped me the most? tiktok lmao! no but for real, the internet is an amazing place for discovery in any form. after I started to get into real communities online (like kpop and penpaling) i’ve never felt more connected to the internet and it allowed me to try and find real personal help... if that makes any sense. i’ve just tried to put myself out there and not just google my feelings but piece together a map from asking real people over the Internet here and there to try and figure out who I am.
sometime last year (or maybe earlier) I found a YouTube video of a popular creator retelling her coming out story. I just randomly commented on the video about how I had been feeling, not to get a reply but just to comment. but then I actually got a real reply (not from the creator but still a nice person). they said something along the lines of me basically being bicurious. I had never in my life heard of such a word and I had thought that this person was just making it up. one google search later I found out it was a real thing. although at the time of first looking it up I was still very confused about the word... still kinda am? lol. however, just a couple weeks ago I had seen a post somewhere (an ad I think selling pride flags) saying there was an official bicurious flag. I was in shock. I thought it was a scam, but its not, it’s real (I just don't think it’s talked about very often cause it doesn't seem like a solid sexuality that you can claim your entire life). but anyway.
now what i’m gonna say next I don't want to come off in the wrong way (you nonexistent person reading this lol), but I feel like dating a trans person brought me into that “world” a bit more. like, i had literally never met anyone who was trans before him or anyone who was gay or used a they/them pronoun... never. but in his world, all of that was common and normal. and this is where I don't want to come off wrongly... I don't wanna make it seem like because I dated a trans person i’m qualified to be included in the LGBT community now or to talk about LGBT stuff or whatever. I just think because I dated him, it opened up my shallow world a bit. especially because he’s open about it (on a side note I always loved looking at his huge trans flag above his bed. that was the first flag I had really ever memorized because of him. besides the rainbow one obviously lol). like, his best friend uses they/them pronouns, and although i’ve always been aware of that, i’ve only ever seen things about it through YouTube videos and whatnot. I had never had to actually use those pronouns for anyone I knew in real life until I met his best friend. like, everything I knew about that “world” had only been through online researching/consuming. i’d never experienced it in real life before.
I remember one night we talked about it a little. I knew he was bisexual and so I asked him if he’d ever dated a guy. he asked me if I would ever date a girl and i just said that I had always thought about it and that my tinder profile was set to find both genders. then we talked about pride since it was at the beginning of quarantine and we didn't know if parades were still gonna happen or not yet. he said I could always go as an ally because I told him I felt ashamed and like I shouldn't be allowed to attend a pride parade. (of course he reassured me I can go and he wasn't shocked about me liking both genders at all...he just said ‘nice’ lol)
I still have a little inkling in the back of my mind that I still shouldn't be able to attend though. honestly because I don't know what I would be attending as. I feel like an imposter. I don't want people thinking that im doing all this for attention or just because I dated one person in the LGBT community. i’ve been struggling with this for so long... but it just so happens that now at 27 years old im coming to terms with who I am. I just feel like because I didn't figure it out earlier that I’m not “worthy” of being included. I feel like such an outsider because no one’s “invited” me in yet lol because im still trying to figure it out.
and on the same note, I don't feel like i’m worthy because I still really don't have a solid answer. at the moment I just use bicurious because ive never dated a girl before. the trans guy ive been talking about has been the only person i’ve ever been romantically involved with. im serious. I made it 26 years without being with anyone in any type of way. I feel like I don't have the right to call myself bisexual. however, I feel a tiny bit more confident in using that label maybe after I do end up dating a girl in the future and not feel guilty about using it because that same guy calls himself bisexual but told me right out one day that he’s way more attracted to girls than guys and im in the same situation but opposite. the only difference at this point in time is that he’s dated both and I haven't. but thennnn on the other hand, do I even need to label myself at all right now??
even if I did wanna come out, I don't wanna do it until I really have a solid answer about my identity. i just feel like such a fraud or something because im trying to figure it out so late. and like, im going so over the top with my support this year because I feel like I should fit in and maybe im trying too hard? again, I just don't want people thinking its because I dated one trans guy and all of a sudden im huge into the LGBT community. it’s not like that. all of this is just helping me bring out my true self. ugh this is the part where it gets confusing to put into words. i’m aware and I have pure intentions. im just trying to figure out myself after a long time of trying to figure out myself lol
some days the research is overwhelming. there's so many facts and opinions and different people’s stories and labels. as crazy as it sounds I just want someone who’s been gay their whole life to come up and tell me “yup, your bisexual no doubt” lol or something like that. I guess I just want to be validated in my exploration. and i’ve seen random tiktok comments saying stuff like that, that validates me, but the difference is that their comments aren’t directed specifically to me. they don't know me personally. it’s hard to have a random social media comment resonate with me. honestly, and this may sound selfish and not right, but when I was talking to the guy I was seeing, I almost wish he just told me straight out what I was that day. but instead he said I could go to Pride as an ally. and that was probably just him being respectful and not forcing me to be anything, but it almost had the opposite effect on me. by saying I was an ally it felt like he was giving me that permanent label even after telling him I like guys and girls.... ya know?
something recently happened to me that really stuck with me and I was so happy. I have a penpal who is very southern Texas raised religious. she knows the Bible better than I do. I had posted a Pride doodle I did on my Instagram at the beginning of this month and she was the only one who personally responded with an encouraging and supportive dm. if she can support whole heartedly the LGBT community and still love God, then why can't I?? and that's when I trulyyyy knew that I was right and my aunt’s were wrong and I wasn't going insane lol
I wanted to buy a bicurious or pride flag recently. but then was torn when I saw the ally flag (which I also didn't know existed until recently) and the bisexual flag. I know they're just flags but it feels so solid?? like you buy one when you know what you are.... and I don't yet. so I ended up not buying one at all :/
again, there was no purpose to this post because I know no one is going to read it but I just had to type it out into the world so I didn't have to bottle it up anymore.
#lgbt#pride#pride 2020#lgbt community#bisexual#bi curious#trans#transgender#questioning#sexuality#coming out#me#personal
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Life Draft
“I wrote the following wall of text a couple of years ago and i kept it in the tumblr draft. I haven't posted here in a while, in fact i have deleted a lot of stuff over the years that i regret, i started this blog as a teenager and i shouldn't have been ashamed of older posts but i cant bring them back... but here is something i think it still very much applies to me and everyone else.”
I'm conflicted this night, I'm usually very emotional but tonight is different, my soul feels heavy, my eyes are teary and prone to spill over nothing.. I admit I'm probably the first to cry at movies or hearing songs, and i know that's a turn off for many people and not very manly, but that's who i am.
It has always been a problem because sometimes i cant tell if I'm just being cathartic or being truly touched.
Reflecting on the past has always been difficult for me, i have always had a lot of connections and people i knew but very very few friends, you know the kind we can confess anything to, the kind that will always worry about you and never ever leave you even when they are far away...and vice-versa... that kind of thing.
I have had some of these types of relationships over the years and its sad because it takes a very big change and a traumatic event in your life, like moving, losing your job, your house and pretty much everything, an illness, etc.. to see who really loved you and cared for you.
Its funny to see these "friends" just winning at life and being superstars, having everything they ever wanted, after abandoning and betraying their close friends and people that genuinely cared for them, not cared about what they had or the position they were in but their essence, their soul.
I know that life doesn't stop and you shouldn't stop either, but don't you have that friend, old friend, who just happens to hop on facebook and you really want to talk to them but you don't have anything to say?
Its that tragic, that we create chasms between our friends and even family and we pretend that everything is ok, by liking a picture or a stupid comment on a post, are we so uninvolved, so desensitized that we choose a vicarious tool just to feel noticed?
Every passing year i feel the hearts dim, our humanity is being chipped away ever so slowly and while this is happening we all crave the same thing, love.
Im guilty of this, i grew up on video game consoles but we sat next to eachother.. back then in my neighborhood no one had a computer, we would all hang out together, play some games, goof around, eat lunch, talk... you know we were real friends, when did that turn into avatars in a virtual sociological abomination?
I may look like an hypocrite right now by posting this on tumblr, but i'm not blaming social networks, i like them, they have a lot of potential, but is it worth neglecting everything else? we are increasingly becoming dependent on these networks and not just that, cellphones, skyping whatever, we are more comfortable watching people rather than being with them.
I know that for many people these are the only real friendships that they can cultivate, because they are shy and awkward, i know this, im a little bit like that, but the whole point of these things is to help you grow out of them... Dont get me wrong, i have made many friends online, some i still hold today! and i care for them very much but at some point you need to be focused on something solid.
Its perfectly fine if you are a gamer or your job has something to do with networking and you happen to have many contacts and game friends in a virtual environment, this is not what im talking about, i'm talking about
real commitment, unbreakable bonds that last a lifetime.
The other day someone asked me, why don't you usually engage in conversations online more often, that's because i use the medium to share things, pictures, songs, art, games, whatever, i don't rely on the internet to build flimsy relationships with it.
I didn't mean to go on a tangent here, and im sorry but this is the world we live in, a bleak future awaits us if we keep on neglecting other people and their needs, we have a responsibility towards each other and our world, not because we will enjoy it forever but because we are indebted to it and to everyone, because we cant live alone and because we shouldn't stand for negligence and suffering of any kind.
So value your friends, even so make friends out of enemies, talk to them openly and make bonds that will withstand anything that comes down the line.
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I have recently downloaded these two apps Wizz and Yubo. I get messages everyday talking about how beautiful I am and how amazing my art work and photography is. I feel so. Shallow. I don’t know why I thought that meeting people online would help me. It made me feel more desperate. I loved the attention because no at school or in public would ever say that to me. They don’t even look at me. If people were asked who I am in school nobody would have a clue excerpt my teachers. When my name is called in school for attendance everyone says who is that we don’t have someone by that name here. I’m completely invisible. The only people who know I exist are either my teachers or 2 seniors who graduate soon so it won’t matter. Recently I found to boys that I’m attracted to. I know there names and there grades and I know it will never happen. One graduates soon and the other is in a grade lower than mine but we’re around the same age. Even though the chances are slim I can’t help but peak ti see if they showed up to class that day. I made I contact with them a couple of times but it was always on accident. I’m slowly stopping those habits before I get my hopes up. Im to invisible for someone to know me. I hate sitting behind people because they forget I’m even their. I learned how to discretely show my presents. I would tap on my desk with a pencil or make so slight sound like clear my throat or open my book bag zipper. I love my new school but I haven’t learned to be apart of it. I want to. Babe. Apart of something or find someone who wants to be visible in my life. Clearly I watch to many romance shows. Honestly what’s I’m looking forward to the most about becoming an adult is legally being allowed to be on tinder. I’ve been alone for so long I’m desperate and ashamed of it. But how could my family know how I feel. You had someone that wanted you back. Yeah some of them didn’t last but somebody chose you. I want to be chosen, I want someone ti choose me and I want to choose them. What’s wrong with me. Okay why am I not worth it. I told myself that maybe where I live just doesn’t have the people who want me. But what if I go somewhere else and it’s the same thing. What if I ended up coexisting with others with very little acknowledgement of my presence. What if I’m stuck here with no escape? What if I do find someone and I run away because I feel things that I’ve always wanted but not j is how to handle it? It’s so scary to think about. I want to be apart of someone’s world. Is that it much to ask. Not everyone finds someone what if that’s me. I had lots. I had friends but they always left me. Then out of fear I started leaving my friends. All of my best friends left me. They never stayed. Then the friends that I did have were apart of a group is was there but was I really there. I realized that in 5th grade. When the girls would talk about gossip they would walk around leaving me out of it. Then when I wanted to play they would leave. I saw how my sisters and brothers friends were with them and I wondered if I was the problem. When I got older and my sisters and brothers slipped away I realized I am the problem. I feel like a burden torturing myself endlessly. I am my worst enemy. I tried so hard to polish my self to be perfect but I used the wrong tools and scratched my self up. I applied to much pressure and I shattered. Now when I try to pick the pieces up I accidentally cut myself. I need someone to hold the dust pan while I sweep up the glass.
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gertchase fic.
this is chapter two to this fic here exploring gert’s pan-sexuality with strong hints of gertchase,
shutout to @carolruwer who cleared a few things when i was making the plots, @kelbottumbles and @rowansdagger who answered my question regarding chase stein, @spnforevergirl for reviewing it for me and @brutalb for help with the conversation between chase and his dad.
i didn't have a beta for this, so excuse the errors.
if anyone would like to polish it or want to work on a collaboration piece hit me up.
also i need brainstorming help for 3rd chapter for this,feel free to inbox me.
im going to get out of the way now,so without further adieu;
6 weeks after the Hernandez’s death, molly’ s leg cast comes off.4 days after that she’s back to running, playing and dancing with Gert. And it’s 2 days later, the Yorke’s set up a family picnic to some park an hour’s drive from Brentwood for pride and the pride kids.
Mr. and Mrs. Yorke’s for the most part, seem like their normal goofy and happy selves, but grief lingers in their eyes. Moreover, they’re coldly polite to Mrs.Minoru but chase doesn’t dwell long on them because there’s playing to do and food to eat.
It’s while playing tag, when he notices.
Chasing after Nico, who just barely who doges and skips on to the side from his outstretched fingers. Laughter bubbles from behind, turning mid-run with a harsh skid in the feathery grass, speeding after his latest prey; long curly hair. Twisting and turning, circling from behind a short tree, only to abruptly come to a halt because molly isn’t running, she just stopped and standing still. Coming up to her, molly’s face is drained of color, hands shaking and lip trembling, her eyes are haunted but zoned in on the barbie-the flames licking all too close to Mrs.Yorkes face. And before he could softly call out her name or brush her shoulder, Gert’s already appeared from seemingly nowhere, gently and protectively holding the little girl's hand, and bit by bit presses up against Molly's side, curved into her.
He doesn't know what to do but he stays put, close to the huddled sisters, watching them; molly terrified and gert melancholy strong and comforting. And chase continues to watch, as Gert walks molly to their mom, they’re talking quietly and soon enough the talking turned to clutching and wet tight hugs.
seeing them like that, gives him a fuzzy and warm feeling but it makes his stomach heavy and eyes sting. He wants that, that very love and safety.
3 days after the picnic they’re at a formal party-the minouros were hosting at some big shiny building. It’s stuffy and everyone’s being grossly formal. The old ladies keep pinching his cheek, and what not. Thankfully soon enough his mom ushers him into a room to play with the rest of the pride kids.
It’s fun, Amy and Alex are competing in some online racing game, with Amy in the lead. Soon enough the 6 of them have jumped to monopoly then to Uno and then twister before finally going back to playing video games.
He’s midway to beating Nico, when Molly starts heaving sobs. Pausing the game, he gets up to hold her hand like Gert did back at that picnic, but she starts crying harder and it hurts so he pulls her into a hug.
Stroking her hair another thing he’s seen Gert do with molly, he asks; “what’s wrong molls?”
“I can’t find Gert, she’s gone!” Her voice getting louder with each word till she’s just screaming.
Something in him just drops and his heart is roaring, and his head feels sluggish, but he’s got to stay strong and get to the bottom of this, stat.
“What do you mean Molly?” “Gert did go to the bathroom a bit before ‘’ Voice shaky yet firm, good. no need to further scare the girl in his arms. Still something nags at the back off his mind.
'maybe she’s still there or maybe she’s with the parents?” Amy’s reasoning brings some of the calm back.
But Molly’s breaks his hug and angrily stomping her feet, crying still, “I checked the bathroom because she hadn’t come back after a whole hour! she’s not in there and she’s not with any of the parents!! I checked there too!”.
The ground under him is shifting the earth keeps spinning because Gert can’t be gone or lost or… she’s got to be somewhere but, this place is huge, where could she be? Is she okay? the bruises on his side and back ache and burn, Victor Stein’s monstrous eyes flash in his mind. A reminder of all the kinds of dangers a kid, Gert could come across.
It’s blood curling and now he’s really, really scared, they need to find Gert now! So, grabbing Molly’s hand he runs off, the rest of the group at his heels.
They head to the lady’s bathroom-nothing, the check the garden-only adults, the parking space -no Gert, the parents and still no Gert. His heart keeps sinking and his eyes sting. On his right, Alex and Amy are brainstorming on where she could be, Nico and Karo are darting their eyes back and forth. And Molly’s frantic, so he pulls her too him, she burrows into his chest.
Dividing his attention between Molly and his surrounding, scanning for any hint or trace of Gertrude Yorke’s; he spies a leg sticking out from under a table but …
“THERE look’’, demanded Nico, pointing in the direction of the leg he spied.
‘’Nico?” His voice is croaking and he doesn’t care, cause Gert’s missing and his damn mind won’t stop with flashes of her getting hurt and he really hopes it’s her, safe and sound and not a some figment of his immagination.
Immediately following a rushing Nico, who’s leading them across the floor and underneath the maroon clothed table.
Gert. It’s Gert. a beat and Molly’s got her in a tackle hug and she angrily sobbing demanding answers and telling her to never leave and that she was scared that she’d gone just like her parents.
And hearing the last part-he joins in the hug, cause a world with no Gert is not something he can even imagine, and the hearing it chills him to his core. Holding both girls close he can’t help but tear up.
Pulling back to check for bruises and any sign of pain and hurt but she’s physically fine thank God. But Before, he could ask if she’s truly okay Amy, Alex and Nico are talking one another and he can’t understand cause his head’s still kind of torpid; though slowly coming too. Gert’ on the other hand isn’t taking any of it, she got her no nonsense, I’m pissed glare on, brows furrowed and eyes hard, zeroed on in her targets-in this case, the loud trio.
“Shut up! Let’s just go back to the room before any of the parents find out that we’ve been gone”. She strictly instructed.
As they’re leaving from under the table, he slips his hand into hers and gives a slight squeeze. Gert’s eyes catch his and it soothes the adrenaline from before, a balm to the chilling panic but what’s important is that she’s thankful, why?
Back in the room, molls hadn’t left her side at all and she’s desperately clutching Gert’s arm within her own, and fighting off sleep. He takes Gert’s other side because he needs the assurance that she’s there safe with them- him and molly. Luckily the rest of the group are absorbed in the loud video games to pay attention to them, as they didn’t want to upset the settling girl nestling, seeking her older sister’s comfort.
When he’s sure that Molly’s fast asleep,
“You okay? What happened?” It comes out as a broken whisper, traces of the fear leaking out.
It takes her a few seconds and her eyes go sad again, “I’m okay chase. I just went to get some water but…
“Gert.” imploringly,he’s needs to know, needs to be sure and she needs to talk too.
Brown eyes looking down at molly, fingers cradling the wisps of black ringlets, and the whole of her oozes out affection for the girl in her lap with an iron clad grip on her arm, probably cutting off the circulation, but her posture. Weighs down, curls in on itself, shoulders heavy and long brown hair curtains Gert’s face, hiding from him. embarrassed, ashamed?.
Ignoring the sting of rejection; this isn’t about him, chase waits for her.
“I got scared... had a glass of water in my hand, I turned, and there’s this group of adults blocking the way and” her voice sounds wet and its growing softer “ I got scared. I don’t know why or anything. And I just had to get away again so ducking, I crawled under the table.”
He can see the trailing down the cheeks, he slips one hand into hers, entwines their fingers and the other hand wipes her tears.
“Again?”.
“Yeah, I went to the bathroom because the room was getting smaller and louder and I couldn’t handle it.”
Gert s whole face turns red with shame but,
“It’s okay... You needed space, everyone does even when with friends, so it’s okay Gert.” Reassuring her, he gets it, he really does.
The smile she gives him is small, cheeks flushed and there’s still some tears escaping her eyes, but she’s still blinding. Gert’s’ hand tightens around his. Everything in this moment, the intimacy, her, it’s intoxicating.
Crimson seeps into the grey of chase’s shirt on the lower right side; falling out of the tree strained the wound from 2 days ago, and now the stain continues to grow. His eyes water and he bites his bottom lip in a poor attempt to hold in his tears. It hurts, everything hurts but he doesn’t want the truth to come to light. doesn’t want to see the pity or worse, them finally seeing that chase stein is a waste of a being. yet, A small and dusty hand slips into his ,fingers entwined with his pulling him out of his inwardly spiral. Gert is in front of him, eyes bleary and worried, pulling him up and making him sit in some chair that’s been laying around in her lawn.
Next thing he knows she’s tugging the hem of his shirt, he lets her, pulling his shirt off him. A light touch feathers around the wound and the scared little chase looks to her, seeking protection, comfort, the truth in Gert.
Embers light her eyes a flame, warm and compassionate and comforting, but there is anger and fear for him. She was just like this a year ago with molly at that picnic, its sends a shock through him, Gert cares for chase stein, a lot. He is important and special to her.
And she stays with him, even when Mrs. Yorke’s’ gloved hand disinfects his wound. Gert stays holding his hand even when his fingernails dig into her flesh, as her mother sews the gaping cut up. She stays, wiping his tears from his disgusting snort ridden face with no ounce of hesitation or disgust. Unapologetic in her obvious care for him.
The following day at school, she stays close by. Her eyes trailing after chase. There is a thrill and safety in her, and Gert’s rapt attention on him, makes him feel self-conscious because Gert will eventually figure it out, her intelligence has no limits, but mostly it tickles him pink. Gert cares, Gert whose mind and body and soul is always running out to the beyond, is now focused on stupid useless chase stein; cause he is crucial to her, cause Gert cares for him. Its fucking absurd.
‘’chase?’’ Gert calls out,
‘’yeah’ still in awe, which leads the cool burning sensation to spread throughout; his ears, his cheeks all the way to his toes. This is still so new, it is not sinking in and whilst processing it. Gert is here.
‘’can we talk?’’ voice hesitant. And blaring red alarms go off in his brain. Still he could be wrong, moreover if he leaves it would be more evidence to pick up on if it’s what he thinks this is about. Nodding to her and slipping out a chocked a yeah of course, he settles down on the cool tiles, because he doesn’t have the strength to stand; mentally or physically.
She’s sits with him, curved into his side, taking in a deep breath, ‘’ I overheard mum talking to dad…about your wound, she said it wasn’t something from sports, but like something was used on you…and there was a fading bruise on your upper back’’.
He can’t breathe, he can’t breathe and there’s a rushing in his head, his heart is beating too fast, his limbs are not doing what he needs to them; run. He needs to get out of here but his useless broken shitty body won’t get up. And something cool slithers and grips around his waist, clutching tightly and he can’t see it but it is there. There’s something on his back, moving up and down, slow. Constantly.
4 seconds up, 3 seconds stop, 4 seconds down, 4 seconds up, 3 seconds stop, 4 seconds down.
Life comes into his lungs, oxygen filling.
4 seconds up, 3 seconds stop, 4 seconds down, 4 seconds up, 3 seconds stop, 4 seconds down
Blurry colors and shapes come, blues and greys,
4 seconds up, 3 seconds stop, 4 seconds down, 4 seconds up, 3 seconds stop, 4 seconds down…’’Chase’’,
It’s airy, and the blurred blues and greys become stillage floors and blue wall. Hands are wrapped around his waist, trailing them, it leads to a pair of shiny eyes.
4 seconds up, 3 seconds stop, 4 seconds down, 4 seconds up, 3 seconds stop, 4 seconds down
Brown eyes, brown eyes, scared but steel.
‘’Gert’’ it slips from between his trembling lips and for once again, he is the bawling snotty weak chase in front of her, turning his face to the side. To hide everything. But she still stays, shifts her hold to something firm yet gentle.
In her room, instead of having fun or doing their homework, Gert holds him, while he sobs in shame and self-loathing and fear.it seems hours later, when he has emptied every drop of water, every ounce of ugly in him.
‘’don’t tell anyone…’' voice horse and broken, ‘’please’’ he begs.
Silence, complete silence.
‘’gert’’ cold and curt and commanding,
‘’okay’’
Promise?
‘promise. …chase,talk to me’’
‘’ I can’t’, please don’t make me’’
‘okay’’ don’t worry we’ll make something up to tell my mum later, but let’s get you freshened up’’
Carefully, like he’s something precious and priceless, she pulls him up, leads him to the bathroom, so he can wash his face. Gert pats his cheeks down dry, and gets him to sit on her bed. Turning around onto her end table she hands him a full glass of water to drink.
He gulps it down and she takes the glass from him to set aside and thrusts a piece of gooey brownie in his hands, demanding him to eat.
Chase is once again hit head on with the fact that Gert cares. Frozen it takes a stern ‘chase, eat’’ from Gert for him to get a move on to devour the fudgy goodness.
The sugar is less of a wake up ‘’I’m alive’’ rush than the fact that Gert cares for him.
2010;
10 years old.
The lot of them are in Alex’s game room, sprawled about in their claimed spots. Well everyone but Gert. it’s bizarre.
‘’molly, where’s gert?’’ he asks.
‘’she’s taking a red cross class,’’
That snaps his attention, jolts him up from his sprawled seat on the brick red couch, ’what?’’
‘’yeah, Gert said she wanted to take first aid training or something. Dale and Stacey were happy to oblige, driving her the nearest red cross, and setting up any and all classes she can take under the instructor.’’
‘’Did she say why’’ yup he’s just making conversation, slightly curious.
‘’she said that you never know when said skills could come in handy, listing off a bunch of facts and statics and how crucial it is in to learn such basics and the like. Its Gert being Gert; ‘’ expect nothing and prepare for the worst. The world is bad out there, but we need to be civil prepared and decent human beings’’.’’ Molly beams, clearly proud of her sister.
sparks flow down to his bones and jolts his heart, while Gert would be the decent civil, human being to everyone, he remembers a time of tears and a wound on his side, knows that his well being is a driving factor.
So, the next he sees Gert, he knows he’s red and touched and being soft but he can’t help it. Opening doors for her, seeking her approval on group activities and just being by her side.
2013
Waiting as his mother dabs on the foundation around her shoulder and slabs on the coral pink lipstick.
‘’let’s hope there’s no wine or cheese at this thing, we don’t need to Yorke’s to humiliate us and themselves in front of the worldwide public’’ he fathers mutters.
His blood boils, but stretching and curling his fingers, he holds it in, his father doesn’t know shit about shit. it’s a strained and quiet ride to Deans’ charity garden party.
Low yellow cliched fairy lights lit up the garden, mason jars with floating candles hung overhead from tree branches giving off a soft glow. Rustic furniture with plum colored flowers and Casablanca lilies and tables with vintage lace tablecloth was spread about the venue. The grass was crisp and it is a warm summer night with mellow instrumental jazz playing, blocking the rest of the world from the here and now. More importantly through, bringing a content but small smile on Gert, hearing the notes smoothed out her edges, making her relax and glimmer. He couldn't keep his eyes off her.
His parents on the other hand completely bypass Gert, their attention solely focused on Karolina,
‘’you’re doing well as part host Karolina, don’t worry…. you’re a wonderful speaker honey.’’ His mother coos,
What really surprised him is the pleased smile on fucking victor stein.
‘’she’s right, you know. And your speech from before, was good too’ sincerely speaking.
Turning to him, ’chase why don’t you ask the lady for a dance?’’
Holding his palm out he does exactly as he’s told, victors eyes demanded obedience and as he is not one to disobey.he doesn’t need any more gauze [Gert’s handiwork] and fading black and blue-ish purple bruises on his body.
Karolina’s hand is stiff in his palm, and she’s upright as if barefoot on a bed of needles. it’s clear she is more than uncomfortable so he keeps his arm high on her waist and stays as far as he possibly can. Not being able can’t stand the tightness in her eyes, so looking over her shoulder, his catches Gert’s.
She like the girl he is currently dancing with, is pained and stiff. Where Only moments ago she was content and happy, humming along to the song, but now her eyes are dark and there is a longing in them but before he can make it out, Gert turns and exaggeratedly bows, hand out to molly. Who responds with what he assumes is a snort, curtsies and slips her hand into gerts’., who leads them on to the dance floor.
Pulling away from Karolina [who looks relieved] because she didn’t want to dance with him and he can’t be that guy, and together they watch the sisters who are happily dancing a jazzy waltz with some quick dramatic footwork and fancy fast spins thrown in, it’s a kind off a shock-not that molly and gert can dance. Molly must share this with Gert. no, it’s their movements, their flow, their joy that hold his enraptures his attention, filling him with a deep joy and a pinched longing; A dance with gert, whose happy and completely open.
After that the rest of the night goes fairly well, he might have constantly swallowed down the question to ask gert for a dance cause he’s shit scared,though overall, it’s been nice. Well that uncomfortable lodge in his throat and the car ride back home.
“we should just avoid having them at these events, they just make fools of themselves.” Victor rants, voice gradually increasing in volume, obviously annoyed as the burgundy stain sunk in deeper into his white shirt.
Chase, fidgeting a bit, trying to find a comfortable spot.
“They’re well known biochemists and a part of Pride. Honestly they weren’t that bad tonight…….” jennet trying to soothe the beast.
“Yeah because Leslie was smart enough to had planned ahead and assigned babysitters for Dale and Stacey. And even then, Dale still manages to fuck it up, spilling wine everywhere. ‘’ a quick breath,’’Leslie and Dean should have assigned babysitters to gert and Molly too.’’ ’’and pre-approved their outfits,since The Yorkes are too stupid and blind, what Molly was wearing?”
“She’s a kid.”
“Yes, but this was a formal event . Not some backyard barbecue…. with the dressing and their childish antics-dancing like that!” slamming the steering wheel harshly, ‘’Gert was either way too shy or way too angry, going on about something or the other to our very important PRs. She and her sister should learn to handle themselves appropriately rather than following after their jester like parents.’’
In the backseat, chase wants to yell, scream. His forearms tighten, fists curl on his knees.
Molly looked nice, she was in a dress, besides the cat hair pin and the hat with those tiny ears, his dad seemed so offended by what was a comfort blanket for the girl. Everyone knew that. And Gert chewed out some ignorant asshole, it was awesome and kinda hot.
“that guy was being a jerk.” He stated.
“There is a time and place and a way how. Gertrude made a shrieking banshee out of herself, she’s definitely taking after her parents too much.”
there’s a bitter ache in the pit of his stomach and a pressure building up in his head. Dale and Stacey are a great loving couple and even better parents who’re guiding their children to becoming adults, and clearly, they’re doing a good job.He wants to say this, but the words won’t leave his throat, Everything is too hot and heavy, but his father has more to add;
‘’Tina and Leslie are professional and have the no non- sense attitude. Gert should learn a thing or two from them…. or at least Karolina’s diplomacy and Amy’s or even Nico’s spunk.’’
“Karolina is really turning into something remarkable, she handled everything really well….” His mom chimes in, wanting to obviously change the subject. ‘handling those sticky stressful situations and those jerk business types…. plus, she looked beautiful like always’’
“She was well behaved.” agreeing. fidgeting with the rear-view mirror, Victor adds. “eloquent, diplomatic and beautiful. She’s a catch.” His beady angry eyes demanded and searched Chase’s through mirror.
“I’m not sure she likes me like that.” He muttered, choosing to look out the car window.
“You’re a Stein. A stupid one that’s wasting his high IQ but still a Stein. And it’s clear how it’ll play out.’’
The pressure in his head keeps building and he just wants to be home in his room with the punching bag rather than be here, still and quiet. Chase knows that if Gert were here she’d call Victor out on this shit with all the right words and terms, misogyny and stereotypes and the inner-workings and psychoanalyze everything. She will be brave and loud disregarding the scary monster, she would yell for chase and the shit done against him but she’s not here and he never could stand up to the great Victor Stein.
“I’m not really into romance and relationships”
“Again she’s, beautiful, smart, polite, well-spoken, and kind. And your childhood friend. She’s perfect. honestly. Your young now but when the time comes, it’ll happen.”
Yes, she is and everything kind of is, it’s how life has written these things time and time again as everyone keeps telling him. Pretty girl, cute boy childhood friends, then flash-forward, they’re married with a house and a fucking white picket fence and a kid or two. but Chase doesn’t want perfect or ethereal.
He doesn’t need someone passive, smoke and mirrors, like his mother. whom he loves; but there’s some messed up shit going on right there with her and her relationships with both him and dear old dad. He needs someone who will call him out when he’s a dick, who will fight or get out if it’s not worth it. Someone who not only ‘’cares’’, but will act on it. Ghosting a touch on the gauze that Gert gently wrapped it for him.
He needs someone who will inspire-teach him from not becoming his father.
Someone like Gert. He wants Gert. Gert who is passionate. and crazy .and so so caring. And strong. and funny, with or without meaning too. Gert is always ready to learn and fight, mostly with her razor-sharp words [sometimes unintentionally, she can be mean and defensive, but everyone has their flaws] and as a last resort with her fists. Nothing can bring her down. Her morals, the fact that she actually gives a damn and carries it through. Gert is fucking amazing.
he finds her crouched over the rough pasture, carefully plucking all the daisies and setting them on her left; the white and blueish violet flowers fanned out with all the petals intact and the stems straight.
regardless of her careful plucking and handling of the flowers is at complete odds with the rest of her. Molly’s back is tense and taunt, her shoulders are pulled inwards; closing in. moving to stand in front of her, it becomes to view that her jaw is jutted out, upper lip curled into a bit of a snarl, her face is flushed and the brows are lowered in concentration on the task at hand. But the usual teasing eyes are now beady and wet.
concerned, ‘molly” he prods.
...
molly’s silence is another obvious sign that she’s hurt and more, vexed. so in one frail swoop he crouches into the biting grass and gently, as they’re especially fragile in his big clunky hands, he plucks the wild flowers from among the weeds with the little girl.
their combined efforts have them a gracious pile of daises but molly doesn't stop there, she carries to sit down crossed legged on the grass and her fingers move to twine and twist the flowers in what he assumes is going to be a flower crown.
confused he watches and watches, he won’t dare to try because he will obviously fuck it up and all that hard work would be for not, and he doesn’t want to upset her further. He doesn't want molly to be angry with him, call him stupid and that he ruined everything so he stays still, with just a lone little daisy between his fingers, because despite it he wants to help, doesn’t like stoically standing on the side lines like some dumb asshole.
long slim dusty fingers hand him another and wordlessly she with her hands on his, instructs on the construction of a flower crown.
quickly picking up on it; it fastest always been good with his hands and morose when it’s with building and construction, and molly lets him carry on his own, she doesn’t go back to her own crown but just lays her face in her palm and eyes him. within minutes he’s holding a flower crown in his hands, dainty and simple. Its prettiness is nothing compared to the tiny growing smile on molly or her shiny pleased eyes.
‘‘do you want to add in some of those irises to give it a pop of color?’’ he asks in a whisper.
grinning now molly gets up and comes back with a 5 to 6 of the baby version of plum flower with the drooping petals. Taking them, he sets to work, adding and arranging them in.
‘‘thank-you chase.’’ she says silently.
‘’anytime molls...are you alright now? ‘‘
‘‘almost. the flower crown your making is really pretty.’ ‘
he beams at her in pride, eyes wide, twinkling and pearly whites peeking through and turns to look down to the crown,
‘‘it’ll look perfect on gert.’‘she exclaims,
sharply turning to look at her, but she isn’t making fun of him. She’s stern and waiting.
a picture pops in his mind’s eye and it’s a beautiful vision, ‘’it'll suit her, she loves daises and has a soft spot for anything purple.’’. it slips out breathless and airy from his lips, a secret admission.
‘‘she does’ ‘molly continues to scrutiny him ‘‘you noticed.’’. she states.
a gulp, ‘i did.’...’’mind telling me why you were upset earlier?’’ bringing the trail to his ever-growing feelings for her older sister to a complete halt. And because he’s worried about molly.
she takes in a shuddering breath, her fingers play with the grass and she’s peaking at him through her lashes, brown eyes alert. God knows why she’s been keenly observing him this whole time. Feeling as being dissected by molly, isn’t helping with anxiousness but he stays putt, she needs him here.
‘‘you can to talk to me molls, and if you want i can try to sneak gert over from her time out or i could bring Karolina”
‘no! i don’t want to talk to karolina. ....
‘molls?’‘
‘‘people are assholes...... I’ve always wanted to have flowers in my hair but every picture in media is of thin pretty girl with long straight blond or at times brown hair. And i know Gert’s always wanted to wear daisy flower crowns and she just doesn't but when i spoke of it and those issues. She preened and told me we were going to do so at the next picnic.’’ breathing harshly, ‘’so yeah, we were looking for flowers and we come across one of your classmates, the jerk has the gall to tell us we weren’t pretty or delicate enough not like karolina or nico and amy.’’
He is a red-hot inferno and his fist itch to maim, ‘his name?’ ‘.
‘chill chase, Gert already tore him a new one, hence why she’s on time out’ head up, back relaxed, and a smile pulling at the corners of her lips, a tiny chuckle tucked in.Molly’s amused and proud,it must have been one hell of a scene, damn he missed out.
Her eyes dart to him, noticing something but she keeps it to herself, ‘I wanted to have the flowers plucked so she could weave them into my hair and the crown ready for her to wear, i just don’t want that shithead’s words to sink in while she’s’ told to sit still.’ ‘
‘‘come on, gather those flowers, let’s go, we’re sneaking in to see Gert.’ ‘
It’s a short walk through the glass which fades to a cobbled path and they come to the small cabin, Gert is on the porch swing, sprawled out and close to dozing off and before he can stop molly, she’s already budding up and picking up her legs in a rushed manner.
‘‘Gert! wake up!!’ Molly ‘excitedly exclaimed, shaking her shoulders like crazy. Having let go of her legs.
‘‘I’m up, I up! molly what’s wrong? ’she’s in mama bear mode, frantic eyes scanning her sister for any hint of pain.
The giddy girl whose bouncing on the heels of her feet only thrusts out her hand holding the all the flowers and begs for Gertrude to them into her hair.
so quietly steps in, settles down next to Gert on the swing, still delicately holding onto the flower wreath in his impossible enormous hands, watching gert weave and braid and arrange molly’s thick curly and long hair. The flowers look perfect and molly looks astounding-whoever said that it would suite her is fucking blind and media’s dead wrong too. The whites and the purples and the bluish-violets pop against the dark waves.
when gert is done, molly twirls for her and the love oozing between them tickles and settles into his aching bones, and as molly curtsies, he sneakily gets up, standing next to her and facing Gert he bows and slowly, assuredly crowns Gert, her wiry brown hair [she hadn’t straightened it today or for the past week and now he knows why it makes her even more] brushes against his knuckles. Chase fixes the tilt and like with molly; the flowers look perfectly atop the crown of her head.
bowing again and pulling up to beam at her, he’s hit with the vision of a touched Gert, whose illuminating eyes are on him, a soft tiny barely there smile with a hint of teeth and glowing red on the apples of her cheeks.to top it all is the flowers he arranged on her head.it is better than he had pictured, Gert looks breath-taking, he can feel everything turn warm, it makes him uncomfortable yet still at peace. and that conversation in the carried back from the garden party with his father echo, the whispering devil in his ear, but it doesn’t hold because they don’t know shit. Gert and molly may be not be sunshine or portray some kind of illusion of this flowy angelic charm and grace and beauty or this untouchable but sweet aura but they are real. Molly is strong and happy and precious, Gert is good, kind of mean and still gorgeous. Moreover, flaws and edges and the whole of them are yes real but captivating. Gert and Molly are beautiful just as Karolina and Nico and Amy.
‘‘you look pretty’ ‘, he firmly whispers.
and she blushes even more, ’thank-you’’.
‘‘he’s right you know.... hey Gert, know chase made that on his own ‘‘voice smug and knowing and as soon as the words are out, molly’s off sprinting something about sneaking in some food and drinks to snack on.
‘’you really made this?’’ in awe and fingers lightly brushing against one of the drooping purple petals.
‘‘yeah but molly showed me how, and i picked up on it ‘‘he admits, he doesn't mind, isn’t ashamed with Gert knowing, she is always supportive and accepting, especially with the softer things.
‘‘why are you on time out for standing up to some fuckwad, it doesn’t seem like something dale and Stacey would do.
‘‘they don’t know, the asshole just came up and told them while they were with the rest of the rents that’’, and her hands come up and her fingers make the quotation marks, ‘’I just slapped him’‘so mum and dad put me in time out and we’ll be talking at home. I didn’t want to make a commotion in front of all the other parents…. they already think my family’s a joke… don’t need to add to that’’ she says bitterly through clenched teeth, a deep breath and ‘’... I’m assuming molly told you what happened.’‘
‘yeah, you don’t need to listen to those assholes Gert, you and molly are pretty. and your parents are awesome, quirky but mostly their open and awesome., shrugging.
she points her index finger at him, the silver ring glitters in the light,’’ you said awesome twice’’, there’s a smirk pulling at the corner of her lips, her eyes glinting behind the glasses, her hip cocked slightly towards the right. teasing and relieved.
following her lead,’’ not all of us read, memorize and utilized all the words in a dictionary, he winks whilst listing them off his three digits.
but the teasing soon comes to a halt, as Gert delicately adds a tiny wreath made from the remaining flowers-when did she even? atop his head, and her eyes twinkle at him.
Amy’s dead, that shit wilder didn’t show up to the funeral. Nico won’t leave her room, won’t pick up the phone. And sweet delicate thing that is Karolina has run to the church, has taken solace in those walls that keep her from facing reality with her friends. Molly is cationic, and Gert, she’s falling apart and there is no one to catch her.
he can’t, chase fucking stein, Gert’s best friend, can’t be there because this load of hatred, darkness and bitterness and shame is consuming him whole.so he trains, hits the weights, destroys the boxing bag hanging in his garden. Anything to keep the violence in check.
and as he is beating his body, his father joins in, with fists and sharp words. Blaming the minor parents, blaming Nico, blaming him and his friends for not noticing. He blames Amy for being stupid and childish, he states he doesn’t care. And that is when chase stein punches his father square in the jaw.
he bruises aren’t black and blue but glaring cuts and stabs but he doesn’t feel anything but hate.
it turns to months and things aren’t good, the guys he’s on the lacrosse team with just join him for lunch and pull him along, and he floats with them because this requires no effort other than just being still, an able body to stand and drown down alcohol at parties, which he does so excessively.
the alcohol is a slow burn down his throat and tingles him alive, his wounds don’t hurt and the world slows down to blurry unfocused mess, just like him. And if effil kisses him in those moments, no big deal.so long as her hands don’t slip under his shirt or into the inside of his boxers, it doesn’t matter. The tingles and the spinning are sparks that yes, he is alive and not gone stone cold.
from his place in the crowds he witnesses Gert’s transformation, the chopped and layered bob [ her hair now is short and a glazing, purple. purple- bold and cool, passionate and caring, strong and soft, -a fierce color, much like gert herself-and it seemingly brings out the best it her]
flowing in the elite group, shitty life at home, looking at gert with an aching longing but that’s how life is now. At least it is, until he’s partnered up with gert in astronomy. When the professor announces it he sneaks a glance at the purple haired girl who sits diagonally behind him, hand frozen from doodling on the top corner of the page, and her hair curtains her face, so he can’t see any facial expression. even his view of gert is than blocked by effil who leans over the desk and possessively and jealously staging -ly whispers into his ear that she’ll keep him company on snapchat.
it pisses him off but he bites his tongue and is out the door as soon as the bell rings. He’ll talk to Gert about the project later, he doesn’t want effil to start up trouble with her now.
#gertchase fanfic#gertchase fic#gertrude yorkes#gert yorkes#chase stein#chase x gert#gert x chase#brotop;get x chase x molly#brotop;molly x chase#molly x chase#marvel runaways#Marvel's Runaways#marvels runaways fanfic#hulu's runaways#runaways hulu
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My Pride, My Joy, My love: The “Original Character” Trend
I remember when I was enjoying my life as a Middle schooler (over here we call it grade 6) I enjoyed a lot of the internet during that time. I became a fan of Minecraft and enjoyed all the modern cartoons at the time. Me and my friends were very into Five Nights at Freddy’s and during that time period is where a lot of good late childhood memories formed for me.
All these media has made me into the creative person I am today, despite my career choice of the moment, I’m very proud as an artist.
Part of that pride is my creativity to make OCs (Original Characters). Like many other artists growing up to these trends, I would have all these ideas and draw them out in my notebook. Whenever I get home from school, I would finish my assignments just so I have the freetime to play Doll Dress up games to create stories and characters (This was such a highlight of my life tbh and im not ashamed!! DOLL DIVINE MY LOVE!) Getting to play with these games and playing around with MS Paint was my humble beginnings of becoming an artist online (mygash i sound like im famous but im not XD)
A confession, the first time I made my own original characters is when I was still dreaming about playing Minecraft [ yes, I dreamt about playing Minecraft one day because my dad won’t let me play it and we had to buy it heheh silly but I was real ecstatic when I was able to play it on mobile-- but playing it on PC, I was super happy like- this is literally a dream come true for me y’all, I can’t express my happiness ] I would create what my Minecraft skin would look like, I never really told anyone about that. But later on I slowly created a story behind these characters for my own pleasure and fantasy. It feels so wonderful like I’m back to my kid self being in my own world.
This eventually became something I got stuck with until now, creating original characters with their own storylines but never really posting them about it. I made Gemsonas (Steven Universe fan characters), Five Nights at Freddy OCs, Yandere Simulator, and many more until they became their own original thing for me.
I can’t really count how many characters I have made through playing online games but they we’re mostly revolved around my personality and my friends. As I matured I realized how cringey that is hahah I guess I don’t want to look back at my personality back then even though nothing much change hehe.
Though I still like how some of the characters I have made reflect what I am and what I wanted to be you know; that goes for almost any character ever made by someone similar to me, a character to reflect them in a way or project something they want to be someday. Nowadays I make characters that reflect more to the stories I create so it would be more fitting for them.
My love for Original Character making came from a place where I dream of being famous (who doesn’t dream about that right?) I thought the ideas I have made were unique and at the time not have been thought of. As much as I want to share these ideas there was no where I shared these but between friends and myself, mostly just myself.
I tried wattpad but somehow I never got to finish the stories.
I tried Deviantart but right when I think I want to post I refuse to because I know the internet is a harsh place and my skills were not as extraordinary like the people I support.
So ever since then, as much as I crave the attention, I never really pushed to get it. Instead all these characters I made are for my own pleasure. And I think that’s okay, I did these art for myself and it makes me super happy to come up with ideas and concepts. It shows how alive I am. It also worked in my favor because I improved as an artist too. I’m not the only one who feels this of course but I don’t know, this creative part of me is very strong.
I was really happy when I started my Instagram, I don’t have many followers but I don’t care, the internet showed me it’s okay to just share whatever you want. Though I still feel anxious whenever I post, I mean there isn’t anything wrong with the post but what if someone saw it and many more. And like I use the hashtags to get notice but also not too much to get really noticed. I contradict myself a lot with that hahaha but I’m slowly just not caring about it.
You can say this trend was my comfort and coping mechanism, I do enjoy self-insert stories and projecting my self into these characters.
So far that’s how much I can express my love for doing this trend. The original character trend is still as strong as ever and it’s more developed hahah. I admire those artists that indulge a lot to their characters even without a piece of media to fully express their world. That’s why I still fancy this topic a lot. I can talk about my original characters for a whole week but that sounds super annoying tho no? HAHAHA
Anyway I am proud of this part of me and maybe I can express that part of me more soon when I feel it’s right. Right now I’m doing fanart but then it will be fanworks then original stuff. I have a bunch of original content made but it may take a long time to present it well. My love and joy for this is boundless ahahah that’s all I can say
Extra: The pics are from my gamer childhood (I am best dress up gamer!!!) and ofc the characters I made throughout that time. Not gonna lie but looking at the old art I made as a gr6 is S U P E R C R I N G E. I want to share more, believe when I say I have TONS of characters but I think I will regret every moment once I scroll my own page in the future HAHAHA.
I didnt draw this, my friend drew it for me during gr7?? Check him out, he’s a great artist! Insta: @/hitdhits, Deviantart: @/HitDJ
oh and if somehow someone got interested in my insta
@/cupideya1314
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Building a Nest - Hello, my Name is... - Part 1
Ugh, not happy with this one, its been ages since I’ve done a PoV swap so im... ehhhh... Hope I was able to do Ochaco at least some justice though.
Ochaco Uraraka liked to think she was made of sterner stuff.
Since she was little she had the dream of becoming a hero to help her parents, if she was a popular hero both them and her would could leave their financial troubles behind and they could live a good, easy life.
But before all that, she had to actually become a hero first.
And the best way to do that?
UA.
Since middle school she had kicked it in high gear; training every day to get in shape, both physically and quirk wise. If she wasn’t training, she was nose deep in her books because UA was no slouch when it came to academics either and she needed to be on her toes to excel.
So both mind and body being trained there was the third, and most daunting obstacle: money.
Her parents insisted that if she wanted to go to UA they could pay for it, but she saw that the bags under their eyes got a bit darker during her junior high years.
They were working hard so she could pursue her dream.
She wasn’t going to let them do all the work, this was her dream, she was going to help make a reality any way she could.
So she began to cut back.
She still ate of course, limiting her food intake would only make her weaker and worry her parents, something she really wanted to avoid if she could. She cut back in small ways: having the lights off for as long as she could and refusing to turn up the heat until she had to in order to save on the bills. Reusing old notebooks that were almost full already, (no point in wasting paper!) keeping careful track of her pens and pencils so she wouldn’t have to buy new ones when she lost them. Small things here and there. But the biggest she could do?
The shopping.
Her parents worked so hard, and often late. So Ochaco took it upon herself to do the shopping whenever she could. She did her best to learn what was a good deal and what wasn’t, trying her best to make sure she could save whenever she could.
It was a little hard but now looking back, she considered it all worth it.
She got into UA.
She could afford to go to UA.
She would have to move though, her home with her parents was just too far away to make the commute each day. Something that made both her and her parents sad to think about.
But…
She got into UA!
Departure aside, she was ecstatic and so were parents! They even threw her a ‘Going Away to UA’ party.
And it was a great party.
Even though there were some tears mixed in with the laughter.
So with much excitement, she jumped feet first into her life as UA student. The first day was a little out there; who just has a quirk assessment test with the threat of expulsion throw in there?! (her new home room teacher, apparently.) She did her best to get into it; she’d worked hard for this and wasn’t about to let a second go by and not be thankful for it.
She made friends too! There weren’t many girls in 1A, seven in total including herself, but they all bonded quickly and she was thrilled to be friends with them. She enjoyed hanging out with all of them but she found that she talked most to Mariska (though she said she was okay with Mari).
She found out that Mariska lived on her own like her, so it became a common topic between the two of them to talk about all the ups and downs of living alone and any tricks the other might have learned to make it easier. It was generally simple things like how often one should do laundry, was it a good idea to hide a spare key in case you got locked out, the sort of little things like that.
Then one day, they got into the topic of shopping and Ochaco launched into all the things she learned and when Mari asked where she learned these things, seemed to be impressed that Ochaco taught herself mostly.
“That’s amazing! I tried to learn myself actually but it didn’t work out that way.”
Ochaco furrowed her brow, confused. Does she just order her groceries online? pay someone do it? She asked but Mariska just snorted.
“No, I picked up a shopping teacher, a rather unwilling one at first though.”
“A… Shopping teacher?” Ochaco asked confused again. That was a thing?
Mariska grinned and launched into a tale about one day trying to do her shopping, minding her own business when suddenly a snarky, grumpy looking woman told her she was doing it wrong. And even after the shopping was done, they still met up again and decided (with Mariska’s instance) that it become a regular event.
Mariska told the story with fondness (and more then a slight bit of exasperation in a lot of parts) and Ochaco was both curious about Mariska’s shopping friend, who’s name was Varis apparently, and slightly wary. Mariska didn’t sugar coat Varis’ language and the image Ochaco got of this woman was more then a little scary.
As she thought about Mariska’s possibly (probably) terrifying teacher, she didn’t notice the smirk that had bloomed on Mariska’s face.
“You should come with me next time!”
“Huh?”
“Come with next time I go shopping! I’ll introduce you and you can learn from her too!”
“Well, I don’t want to intrude, this seems like a personal thing. And from what you’ve told me of her, Varis might not like have more people around.”
At this, the smirk grew wider and Ochaco was not ashamed to admit she was kinda worried.
“True, but she owes me! She’ll grumble and probably try to intimate you but she’ll get over it.”
Ochaco hesitated slightly. The fact that Mariska easily admitted that this Varis would openly try to intimidate her did nothing but confirm further her second hand impression that this woman was scary.
She shook her self mentally, what was she thinking? She had gotten this far hadn’t she? Shed made it to UA and was in class 1A! the forerunner in terms of future heroes! She was made of sterner stuff then this! she had a chance to not only spend more time with her new friend but also the opportunity to learn how to shop even more effectively and save more money for her parents.
When she put it that way, it sounded pretty fun actually!
“Well, if its okay with you, I’d love to!”
Mariska beamed, clearly happy that she had agreed to come and faced with that bright smile, Ochaco found herself smiling again too as they both gathered their things and headed out to the train station.
‘Yeah! I’m sure I’m jumping to conclusions about this Varis lady, I’m sure she’s perfectly nice!’
“So you are you gonna let her know I’m coming?”
“I could, but just thinking of the scowl on her face when we show up together is far too good to pass up.”
‘…At least I hope she’s nice.’
‘Nice’ it turns out, was not the word to describe Varis in the slightest.
She’d met Mariska at the station near the store she told Ochaco about. and for awhile, the two of them chatted happily about this and that as that as they made their way to the store where Ochaco would get to meet this Varis Mari had talked about.
…the one who didn’t even know she was tagging along.
She did her best to contain her nerves as they made their way inside but her nerves quickly came to a front when she actually caught sight of Varis.
Mariska called her name and a woman near the rice turned, a slight expression of amusement on her face as Mariska made her way toward her with Ochaco in tow.
That expression quickly turned into annoyance when she caught sight of Ochaco.
‘Mari forgot to mention how tall she is.’ Ochaco thought faintly as she tried not squirm as the woman examined her almost like a bug under a microscope. She felt Mari’s arm wrap around her shoulders as she introduced her to her mentor of sorts. Said mentor continuing to unabashedly size her up and Ochaco couldn’t help but stare back.
Tall, gray hair cut in a pixie cut, and she had her sleeves rolled up to her elbows so Ochaco could see toned arms as well.
‘she looks she beat us both up and not even break a sweat.’
Her apparent panic got even worse when Varis casually threw out that she had expect worse for the death threat.
‘A DEATH THREAT?!’ Ochaco began to seriously consider her routes of escape for Mari and her but Mari didn’t even seem phased, even jokingly correcting her on her wording!
She was just thinking she should try to edge toward that particularly heave bag of rice to try to use it as a weapon, when the next words from Mari stopped her.
“She did say those things yes, but she was only worried about me. and when she didn’t get the reaction she wanted, she pouted and stole my newspaper in a tantrum.”
‘…What…?’
Varis seemed to notice Ochaco’s turn of emotions and quickly the menacing aura she felt was gone and this woman, who she had been rather terrified of a minute ago, was now openly pouting.
Ochaco was confused to say the least but wasn’t given time to really think about it when said pouting woman spoke again, this time to her:
“So kid, whatcha know about properly shopping?”
Ochaco’s head was swimming with new information. While she thought she was a decent shopper Varis had simply listened quietly as she talked about what she knew and was silent for a moment after she finished talking before saying:
“Not bad, for a beginner.”
Nothing more after that, she just spun her cart around and began walking toward the next isle expecting Mari and her to follow.
After that it was a lesson in each isle; Varis explaining certain tricks and explaining ‘traps’ (anything she considered to be a waste of money, usually always something with a sales sticker next to it) that many a shopper fell for. She was curt when Mari or Ochaco asked her anything but didn’t belittle them for it.
“What if I like this brand better?”
“Then cough up the yen to get the biggest tin of it so it last longer.”
Ochaco learned a lot. Which she was kind of thrilled about it, anything to help save money for her parents.
She also learned a bit about Varis too.
While rather curt and blunt with Mari and her, Mari seemed to enjoy the barbed exchange. Often even teasing Varis when she got vehement over certain things.
Like protecting her choice of snacks from Mari.
“I don’t care what you think, brat, I like em and Im gonna get em!”
“I can’t believe you still stomach that crap!”
“I like what I like, stubborn brattling!”
“Stubborn American!” Mari puffed up, and seemed to about ready to go into a rant before Varis leaned over to flick her on the forehead.
“Id rather you not throw one of your Spanish tantrums, especially in front of your friend.” Varis said before leveling a pointed look in Ochaco’s direction.
Realizing that she was being put on the spot, Ochaco tried to think of something.
“O-oh! Weren’t you saying earlier something about a big order for cupcakes coming in at work, Mari? How’s that coming along?”
Looking briefly at Varis, as if attempting to glare holes in the woman, Mari conceded this change of topic and started talking animatedly about a ridiculous number of cupcakes ordered for an equally ridiculous reason.
Relived that the distraction had worked, Ochaco went along with it, listening and chatting with Mari about the idiocies of people with far to much money and time on their hands willing to throw a party for a quarterversiry (whatever that was).
When she looked up briefly, she could have sworn Varis winked at her.
After that, things were quiet until Mari had to run ahead and grab something she forgot. Leaving Ochaco alone with Varis.
Before she could even think of what to say, (should she say something? or would she prefer silence?) Varis beat her to it.
“Thanks.”
“For what?”
“Earlier, little bird gets in such a snit every time I try to buy any sort of processed baked good, especially snack cakes. It was nice to avoid it this time.”
“Your welcome!” To her horror, her voice squeaked, but Varis didn’t seem to notice as she turned toward her.
“Try to keep your footing with her, hmm? She’s a bit of a whirlwind, try not to let her sweep you away too easily.”
“Uh, I’ll do my best!” She replied, not real sure what say.
“Good on ya kid.”
For a split second, Ochaco thought she saw an actual smile on Varis’ face.
But as soon as it appeared, it vanished just as quickly as Varis began to move forward to meet a grinning Mari, returning triumphantly with item in hand.
No, nice wasn’t the word Ochaco would use to describe Varis.
She tried to smother a giggle as Varis lightly bopped Mari on the head for something.
‘She’s grumpy for sure’ she thinks
‘but…’
‘also a good person’
This was suppose to be short, but apparently Ochaco had a lot to say.
So here we go! its the start of a new Arc, per say. This one I’m going to focus primary on introducing more of the MHA cast. Mostly from Varis’ point of view, but I may switch it up to another PoV if I’m feeling bold. and as always, thanks to @bnha-love-imagines (who’s a v good bean, the sweetest bean) for letting me use her BB Mari, who’s a little shit this time.
And because I love this part, have a preview of the next chapter:
‘This is it, I am in hell. It must be the reason for this.’
One child is already enough, the second one is alright because shes not an ass like the first... but she thought she made her dislike of more tag alongs clear!
...Apparently not because two is now three.
“You seem to be thinking awful hard about something.”
“What I’m thinking is whether or not i should pin you down and smother you with that bag of peanuts!”
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I want to talk about feeling distanced from a part of yourself, or rather separating a toxic part of yourself and convincing yourself it’s not really you.
I don’t want to seem like I’m trying to play the victim here at all. I was faced with a challenge and i failed it. I was weak where i very easily could have been strong. I was put into a very uncomfortable work situation where I was the most depressed i have ever been in my life. I had to sit in the kitchen at work because i would just be crying uncontrollably at the office. It was everything from minor sexual assault to not having a bed for 3 months. I was being emotionally abused for 3 months straight by the person who basically controlled my job, my housing, and the opinions of everyone around me. This then continued for many months after that.
Because of my depression, the new people I was working with treated me in all different ways. Some were over the top supportive and asking me how i was doing every day tears or no tears, and some were the opposite.
By the end of the summer I had lost 20lbs and was trying to figure out how to see a therapist with no american medical insurance. I had to ask my abuser if the company would cover my therapy and his response was ‘you need to make more friends.’ I never got treatment.
I came back to Korea with my depression for 6 more months, with the treatment by the new coworkers getting even worse, which in turn made me treat them poorly too. That’s when the toxicity of my personality became clear. Luckily I had my best friend and my boyfriend with me in Korea so I wasnt facing it alone, but my depression was turning into something much more dangerous. This was the first time in my life I had met people that unapologetically made me feel horrible and openly ignored or belittled me and my defense mechanism was to try to do the exact same back which, doesn’t work. During this time I also had an infection that almost cost me my kidney, they’re both permanently scarred. I didn’t go to the hospital early on because I didn’t want to miss work and give my abuser an excuse to scold me. Later I needed surgery.
The coworkers were taken out of my life without much closure, but the anger in my heart was still there. It was like a bad break up where I check up on their instagrams not knowing what I’m looking for. Do I want them to be unhappy? Do I want them to be happy? I dont know and its unhealthy.
My depression significantly lifted nearly simultaneously with me not having to deal to those people and after I started YouTube I was so happy! My best friend had just moved away so I was suddenly missing a huge piece of my life. YouTube was something that was motivating me to leave my house and the comment section was where I had most of my human interaction.
Looking back on it now, I was much lonelier than I would ever admit to myself. As for my boyfriend, youtube was like my own little world so we never talked about it and it felt very private and very mine. He is always a shining light for me, but only recently did i let him into this part of my life.
Though I thought my depression had left me alone, something happened that proved I was wrong.
I had done something that was misunderstood, and it was the first feeling of being attacked that I’ve had since the time I was depressed. This misunderstanding caused someone to do something so small and so petty that it shouldnt have bothered me, and writing it here seems so stupid, but it really hurt me. My best friend had left, i had started this new fun creative adventure and every time i logged in i would be met with a small gesture of hate. To them it probably felt like nothing, and looking back on it I should definitely have been able to handle it, but at the time it felt like i had made these special paintings and every day i’d find someone poured a bucket of red paint over each and every one of them. It really sounds so dramatic but I was (or maybe still am) emotionally weak from basically 2 years of emotional abuse and it got deep under my skin.
Everything about this situation was so petty that I didnt want to talk to anyone about it, so I buried it. Then I gave up. It was like someone kept picking on my scab i was trying to ignore and i took the bait. I got angry and acted out, but it was worse because i had the internet and i could be anonymous. And my actions hurt people. I hurt people. And i can never undo what i did or excuse why i did it.
The scariest thing about this was, i was able to completely separate the me that was mean in this one space online, from who i was “in real life.” That person i was being was the opposite of the morals and standards i hold myself to “in real life” even though so much of what i consider my “real life” is online. This is where im going to get confusing because to be honest im still confused.
There was a part of me that felt satisfaction seeing people agree with some mean thing I wrote online at the same time i’d feel totally ashamed and guilty and i couldnt sleep because of what i did.
I know i seem really positive and happy and like a supportive friend and i am, but there was a small part of me that wasn’t or still isnt, i guess, because i know even though im suppressing it, its still there. What was most unhealthy is that i was so sure it was just an internet persona that i didnt consider it to be a part of myself. The person you see on youtube or tumblr or instagram is honestly who i am, its not a fake personality i put on, thats genuinely how i am if you were to meet me on the street. But i refused to accept that that isnt completely me. There’s that 1% of me that is a person i loathe, that im ashamed of, that i wanted to stop being, but part of it felt like such a release to play that role.
I was so ashamed of myself that i couldnt tell anyone. Even my friends that i really trust, it was such a private thing that it almost felt like it was part of another world. Not the reality i lived in. again, confusing but thats just how i felt and honestly still feel a little bit. I didnt want to tell people about it because i didnt want them to think that was who i am, but really it was just i didnt want to admit that that was who i am.
Then one day, it really hit me how badly i had behaved. I felt ashamed and i knew i needed help.
Luckily i have a friend who is understanding. I had lied to her face many times when it came to this dark side of mine. I knew she needed to know and i trusted she would have the best advice and wouldnt sugar coat things for me. And luckily i was right. She listened, and she held me accountable. Now that i finally let someone in and that someone was able to tell me point blank ‘what you’re doing is wrong and unhealthy’ i felt the ability to come forward to the person I hurt. Whether or not they believe me or accept my apology is out of my hands, but now that I know I told the truth, I can begin to move forward.
Now I’m working on figuring out what it was that made me act like that. Why was my reaction to such minor harassment so cowardly? What is it that affected me so strongly? How i behaved makes me feel actually nauseous and I know I will never do that again. I hurt people because i could and thats unacceptable.
With online behavior nowadays especially here on tumblr or youtube, its so easy to be someone you arent. But as you act out that persona long enough you have to accept that its not some persona, its you. Its me. I took those thoughts and words from my own mind and put them out there by my own choice. That rude person is a part of me and i need to deal with it. I think having a great support system around you is important and i lost that now that i have such infrequent contact with my friends.
So if you’re reading all the way through, perhaps its because you’ve felt something like this to? Maybe not taking advantage of online anonymity but maybe you have a small part of your personality that you’re not proud of, that you separate from your true self. I hope you can accept that that is also you and that we all need to work on that if we ever want to grow.
I’m sorry if this is coming out of seemingly nowhere because this is so not my personality, but it is. Its something i am going to deal with and i hope that this inspires anyone else to reflect on some part of themselves they’re ashamed of or distanced from. To accept it as part of you and to grow from it. You cant fix something if you pretend it isnt really there.
Im sorry this was vague and i will feel uncomfortable talking about this with anyone that isnt someone that knows the situation so im not going to answer any comments about this but please see this is as my first step in acknowledging and moving forward. Thank you for listening if you’re still here.
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I Am
I am a university student.
I am a cuddler.
I am an okay dancer.
I am a huge fan of lists.
I am a morning person.
I am a perfectionist.
I am a republican.
I am allergic to something deadly.
I am an only child.
I am catholic.
I am content as of this moment.
I am currently in my pajamas.
I am currently pregnant.
I am currently single.
I am embarrassed to be seen with my mother or father.
I am currently suffering from a breaking heart.
I am okay at styling other people’s hair.
I am left-handed.
I am married.
I am obsessed with my Tumblr.
I am online 24/7, even as an away message.
I am procrastinating by filling out this list.
I am resentful that I have to grow up.
I am very shy around the opposite sex.
I am, or was, pigeon-toed.
I bite my nails.
I can be paranoid at times.
I carry a weapon with me everywhere I go.
I collect picture frames.
I currently have a crush on someone.
I consider myself to be a ‘nerd’.
I currently regret something that I have done/am doing.
I curse frequently.
I don’t hate anyone.
I enjoy country music.
I enjoy jazz music.
I enjoy smoothies.
I enjoy talking on the phone.
I have a car.
I have a mobile phone.
I have a hard time paying attention at school.
I have a hidden talent.
I have a hobby.
I have a lot to learn.
I have a pet.
I have a secret that I am ashamed to reveal.
I have a tendency to fall for the “wrong” guy.
I have all my (real) grandparents, none of them have died.
I have at least one brother and/or sister.
I have avoided work to play with my Tumblr.
I have been in a real relationship.
I have been in a threesome.
I have been rejected by someone.
I have been the “psycho ex” in a past relationship.
I have been to another country.
I have been to an anime convention.
I have been to Europe.
I have been to Las Vegas.
I have been told that I am very smart.
I have been told that I have an unusual sense of humor.
I have broken a bone.
I have caller i.d. on my phone.
I have changed a diaper.
I have changed a lot over the past year.
I have cheated on a significant other.
I have counted down the days until the summer.
I have dated a best friend’s ex.
I have done something illegal.
I have friends who have never seen my natural hair color.
I have gone scuba diving/snorkeling.
I have had major/minor surgery.
I have had my hair cut within the last week.
I have had sex with someone I was not in a relationship with.
I have had the cops called on me.
I have snogged someone I knew I shouldn’t.
I have snogged someone of the same sex.
I have made a move on a friend’s significant other in the past.
I have mood swings.
I have no idea what I want to do for the rest of my life.
I have passed out drunk at least once in the past 6 months.
I have rejected someone before.
I have seen the lord of the rings trilogy.
I have seen the television show the o.c.
I have swum in the ocean.
I have tried a drug that is illegal.
I have tried sushi.
I have watched sex and the city.
I have watched the television show SpongeBob SquarePants.
I know how to shoot a gun.
I like being the center of attention.
I like eating ramen noodles.
I like my handwriting.
I like Shakespeare.
I like the taste of blood.
I like to cook.
I like to sing.
I like to vacuum.
I love learning foreign languages.
I love Michael Jackson.
I love my friends.
I love olives.
I love rain.
I love sleeping.
I love to play computer games.
I love to shop.
I miss someone right now.
I own 100 CDs or more.
I own a home.
I own and use a library card.
I play a musical instrument.
I practice a religion that is not considered mainstream.
I read books for pleasure.
I shave my legs.
I sleep a lot during the day.
I strongly dislike math.
I think Britney Spears is pretty.
I think long strings of Html code look cool.
I think that pizza hut makes the best pizza.
I think the world would be a better place if people just smiled more often.
I was born in a country other than the USA.
I watch more tv this year than last year.
I watch soap operas on a regular basis.
I wear contact lenses.
I will try anything once.
I work at a job that I enjoy.
I would classify myself as ghetto.
I would get plastic surgery if it were 100% safe, free of cost, and scar-free.
I like orange kool-aid.
I can name all 7 of the dwarfs from ‘snow white and the seven dwarfs’.
I like being at school.
I always love wearing sweaters.
I love water polo.
I am currently wearing socks.
I am being nostalgic right now.
I hate summer.
I am tired.
I love to paint/draw/sketch/sculpt
i have….
been drunk.
smoked pot.
done ecstasy.
done coke.
done crack.
done heroin.
done opium.
done pcp.
done LSD.
done ccc’s.
done prescription narcotics for recreational purposes.
huffed air-duster.
been to a rave.
been to a real party.
kissed someone.
ridden in a taxi.
jumped a ramp with a bike.
been dumped.
been used.
shoplifted.
ran from the cops.
been in a room of your school that you could get suspended for being in
been fired.
been kicked out of a movie theater.
snuck into a movie.
been in a fistfight.
got hit by a car.
fired a real gun.
snuck out of your parent’s house.
been arrested.
gone in a mosh pit.
stolen something from your school.
celebrated new years in times square.
gone on a blind date.
lied to a friend.
had a crush on a teacher.
celebrated mardi-gras in New Orleans.
been to Europe.
skipped school.
thrown up from drinking.
played ‘clue’
had a sleepover party.
gone ice skating.
cheated on a bf/gf.
been cheated on.
had your tonsils out.
been exposed to laughing gas.
had a car.
driven a car.
totaled a car.
do you…
feel loved.
feel lonely.
feel happy.
hate yourself.
have a dog.
have your own room.
sing along with your music.
dance around the house in your underwear.
listen to Hawaiian music.
listen to underground hip hop.
listen to rap.
listen to classic rock.
listen to new rock.
listen to country.
listen to reggae.
listen to techno.
listen to hardcore punk.
listen to pop.
listen to r&b.
listen to jazz.
listen to crooners.
listen to bands that can’t be put into a category.
have hobbies.
skateboard.
do aggressive inline.
snowboard.
ski.
surf.
skimboard.
have more than 1 best friend.
get good grades.
play an instrument.
have slippers
wear boxers
wear black eyeliner.
like the color blue.
like the color pink.
like the color red
like the color green
like the color black
like the color purple
like neon colors
like to read.
like to write.
have long hair.
have short hair.
have a laptop.
have a pager.
are you…
bored.
happy.
bilingual.
Hawaiian.
blonde
a brunette
a redhead
a darkhead
samoan.
filipino.
Korean.
British.
white.
italian
black.
inuit
mexican.
Asian.
a christian
a muslim
a jew
a hindu
a scientologist
an atheist
satanist
short.
tall
just right
realistic
an emo kid
sick
mad
lazy.
talking to someone.
iming someone.
scared to die.
buzzed
high
caffeinated
sleepy.
annoyed.
hungry.
thirsty.
on the phone.
in your room.
drinking something.
eating something.
ticklish.
listening to music
a virgin.
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I have brown hair.
I have green eyes.
I wear glasses.
I used to have braces.
I have very few friends, if you could call them that. They might even just be acquaintances.
I like cats and dogs equally.
Summer is my favorite season.
I am Catholic.
I’m 5′0″ or shorter.
I’m 120 lbs or less.
I have a large family.
My birthday is in November.
I’m a Sagittarius.
I live in a house.
I am a cis-female.
I am pansexual.
I lack self-esteem and self-confidence.
I went to college after high school.
I don’t have a bad temper.
I don’t get jealous easily.
I have a sarcastic, dark, inappropriate sense of humor.
I like watching movies.
My native language is English.
I don’t get offended or angry easily.
I am a teacher.
My first name begins with A through E.
My parents are still married.
I have a younger brother.
I have had mononucleosis.
I have had chicken pox.
I have had Fifth’s Disease.
I’ve had bronchitis.
I’ve had food poisoning more than once.
I’ve had the flu AND the stomach flu.
I still have stuffed animals.
My favorite animal is a giraffe.
I’m afraid of heights, spiders, needles, and people I love dying.
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PREP
I am a cheerleader
I'm popular
I say like alot
I love the color pink
I own/want little dogs
I am snobby
I go to an girls school
I own a Designer bag
I'm rich
I wear fast fashion
Total: 5
JOCK
I play 2 or more school sports
I wear sweats to school regularly
I’m picking my college based on athletics rather than education
My hair is always in a ponytail
I play a summer sport
I have a favorite team for every sport
I have been injured while playing a sport
I’m the captain of a team I play on
I have been in the paper for athletic excellence before
The only reason I care about grades is so I can play on the team
Total:1
EMO
I have dyed black hair
I cry all the time
Boys kissing boys is hot
I have straight hair that I tease at the roots
I am popular on the internet, but not really in real life
My hair is in my face because I put it there
I cut or have cut before
I wear tons of eyeliner
My MySpace name is 'Christina [Chronic]’ or something like that
I am a HUGE music snob
Total: .2
GOTHIC
I wear all black
I worship Satan
I listen to metal
I do a lot of drugs
I don’t smile
I hate sunshine
I’m as pale as a ghost
I have worn black lipstick before
All preps should die
Death is all I think and talk about
Total: 2
NERD
I get/got straight A’s
I am/was teacher’s pet
I’m not very popular
I snort when I laugh
I wear thick glasses
I’ve never had a boyfriend or girlfriend
If I get a B, I’ll just die
My life is school, and that’s where it ends
My main goal in life is to win an award such as the Nobel Prize
I love school and get sad when summer break gets here
Total: 2
DRUGGIE
Name a drug, and I’ve either done it or want to do it
Life is better high
I don’t care about my grades
Pot doesn’t even affect me anymore
Hell yeah, they should legalize pot
Drugs make everything funny
I get high every day
I’m a dealer
I have stolen something to get money for drugs
I own clothing with a pot leaf on it
Total: 0
SLUT
I have had more than 5 sexual partners
Girl, guy, doesn’t matter, as long as they’re pleasing me
I don’t need to have a boyfriend to have sex
I have had a one night stand
I talk openly about sex
I have a favorite position
I own sex toys
I’ll get naked with anyone who asks
I’ve gotten naked on a webcam/sent naked pics to someone before
I lost my virginity before I was in high school
Total: 7
TEASE
I’m a virgin, but people think I’m a slut
I wear low cut shirts on purpose
I flirt with anyone
I kiss boys a lot, then stop when things start to heat up
I have worn a thong with a miniskirt
I have flashed someone
I have made out with a girl, but I’m not a lesbian/bisexual
I let people think I’m more experienced than I am
I have been called a tease by more than 2 people
I’ve lied about sexual experiences
Total: 4
GIRLY GIRL
I have been in love
Makeup is an art
Vintage is love
Romance movies are the best
I’m really emotional
I have a soft spot for animals
I always smell good
I prefer to be called 'pretty’ or 'beautiful’ rather than 'hot’ or 'sexy’
I can’t wait to grow up and start a family
Total: 4
ECLECTIC
People think I’m weird, just because I’m not boring
I have a different sense of style that is honestly completely my own
I mix patterns that most people would say didn’t match
I wear lots of different jewelry at once
I shop at stores most people haven’t heard of, or don’t shop at
I own outfits from a thrift store
I have worn something of my grandmother’s
I hate to look like everyone else
No one has heard of the music I listen to
It’s hard to copy my style, not that most people would want to
Total: 1
TREND FOLLOWER
I have worn Uggs sometime in the last 6 months
I wear leggings under my skirt/dress
I follow the latest trend
My taste is whatever is popular
I have tried to look like a certain celebrity
I will wear what is popular, even if I don’t really like it
I had a rubber wristband to match every outfit (such as a yellow LiveStrong band)
I owned a poncho when they were popular
I had a MySpace just because everyone else had one
I am not my own person
Total: 2
GANGSTER
I only listen to rap
I own a gun
I call people 'bro’ or 'fam’
I don’t talk proper English
I have a shitty car but an amazing stereo
I own bling
I’m really, really loud
I wear oversized clothes
I wear South Pole
I have been involved in a drive-by
Total: .2
MY STEREOTYPE IS: Slut (LOL)
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You are below 5’2”.
Your best school subject is English.
You play fast-pitch softball.
You have a cat(s).
You’re the youngest of your siblings.
Your parents are separated/divorced.
You have green eyes.
You stress out over everything.
Your best friend is of the opposite gender.
Your favorite season, by far, is summer.
You have an average body type.
You love high school wrestling.
Your favorite music genre is indie.
Spiderman is the best superhero.
You like Facebook more than Tumblr.
You own an iPhone.
Your favorite color is yellow.
If you could travel anywhere, it’d be to Australia.
You have read the “Pretty Little Liars” series.
You used to be obsessed with The Sims.
Your favorite holiday is the Fourth of July.
Your birthday falls between the 1st and the 10th of the month.
You don’t like to paint your nails.
You wear contacts/glasses/both.
You NEVER use “lol” only “haha, lmao, lmfao”.
You can’t wait for school to end.
You’ve lived in the same house for 10+ years.
You have had an expander.
You live in Pennsylvania.
You only wear black socks.
You are brunette.
One of your birthmarks is on your arm.
You worry for no reason.
Haunted houses terrify you.
You trust a lot of people without thinking.
You’re in love.
You love the Pittsburgh Penguins and/or Steelers.
You are a freshman. in college
You stay up past midnight on school nights.
You usually dress like a bum for school.
You don’t like to dance that much.
You are a virgin.
Your name begins with an S.
There are 5 letters or less in your last name.
Your favorite number is between 1 and 25.
You would love Monopoly if it didn’t take so long.
You have lost a friend recently.
You were with a boy last night.
You hate winter.
You have regrets.
You don’t like basketball.
You think sharks are sweet.
There’s nowhere in the world you’d rather be than the beach.
The person you like/love is 3-5 years older than you.
You have been in a relationship for over 6 months.
You don’t like horseback riding.
Something on you is sore.
You wish you could play the piano.
You think Urijah Faber is the most gorgeous man alive.
You can’t cook.
You are broke at the moment.
You like classic rock music.
You play volleyball.
You have managed a high school sports team.
You’re a little insecure about your body.
You hate hypocrites more than anything.
All you want to do is have fun.
You love pop-tarts.
You own a pair of off-brand Uggs.
Your favorite restaurant is TGI Friday’s.
You can speak some Spanish.
You’re not a huge fan of dogs.
You normally fall for athletes.
You want a tattoo.
People make fun of your height on a regular basis.
You like tie-dye.
Your favorite card game is Rummy, Bullshit, or Spit.
You favorite movie is an action movie.
You like to scan the radio.
You don’t mind your first sunburn of the year.
You only like snuggling if you REALLY like/love the person.
You have been inspired by a motivational speaker.
You still like coloring in coloring books.
You think relationships are hard.
You own at least one thing that’s Puma.
You eat when you’re bored.
You take long naps at the worst times.
You love stand up comedy.
You drink energy drinks.
You used to watch The Powerpuff Girls or Lizzie McGuire religiously
You own a pair of nike or adidas slip ons.
You could eat pizza anytime.
You have plans tonight.
The person that you like/love has a first name beginning with M.
It is past 2pm right now.
You like Taylor Swift.
You are wearing something brown right now.
You have been to a drive in movie theater.
You are going on vacation this summer.
You have taken a picture of yourself today.
Your favorite store is PacSun.
Your most recent ex’s name begins with a J.
Your know somebody with the same middle name as you.
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It’s time for...The oc presentation of (last) week (yes im late xx sorry)
It’s Tsubaki’s turn now. Next time it will be a girl, but I dont’ know which one yet, so don’t hesitate to point me one if you want.
Tsubaki Chuzenji
Writer comment about his development : It is one of the first i created for the class and he was almost completed in one go. Yet he keeps surprising me every time i write him. He’s the kind of character you only get to really know when you put him in action i’m afraid. It is also troublesome because the more i write him, the more he gets on autism-spectrum (which is okay i’ve never written one it’s interesting) but just like Mahô and her mental trouble, i don’t like to state the name of their particularity. Because when you do that it’s easier to say “then it’s her disease speaking” “that quality/flaw is due to the disease” or even to just sum up a character’s identity to that disease name (or sexuality, for all that matters). I prefer only stating facts, actions and emotions, and let the reader choose if he wants this to be this mental disease, or something else. Maybe I'm wrong to do it but I feel more confortable writing this way.
His character in five words : Introvert, independant, harsh, imaginative, loyal.
His quirk : Tsubaki’s power is hard to understand, one of the reason why is because as Tsubaki barely talks, he can’t explain it well. But what is sure is that he controls the sounds coming from him. He can change the tone of his voice for example, twist it to make it sound girly or correct it so it sounds right when he sings. When he plays a musical instrument he often let out a small sound, barely audible, so it mixes with the instrument’s sound and make it his own.
Tsubaki ’is from the “Recovery” family, and yet he uses his power less for healing than fighting. Two reasons for that ; first sounds is used a lot during healing process (for echo, or relaxing the patient) but is not very effective to actually heal. Second is because he wants to prove that he’s not as weak as his family thought he was and for that he must proves that he can defends himself.
His favorite way to fight is to make a lot of sound (clapping hand, snapping fingers) and confuses the opponent with it, making them hear it everywhere but where he’s. He uses the sens against them. He can also makes a person dizzy, as he hits in fact the inner ear (which control equilibrium).
He has some sort of sonar like ability. It’s more like he can visualize where his sound his going as easily as he can picture himself walking down the hallway.
When he was younger he used his power to erase all the sound he as making, even laughing sound. You could see him laughing bout you couldn’t hear it!
Likes : Music, his walkman (yes he has a walkman because CD are better), music instruments, empty room with good echo. People who doesn’t pressure him to talk. His friends. Internet, social network on it and online games.
Dislikes : His pink hair, crowded place, lot of noise, people touching him, social interactions in real life.
His family : His mother is from the “Recovery” family, she’s the youngest daughter of Recovery Girl. She followed her mother’s footsteps and was a hero for a long time, then decided to become the manager of her elder sister. His father is more ordinary, though he did try to become pianist when he was young he gave up on that dream and took an office job in the music industry. Now the couple are both managers, one for heroes, the other for idols. Tsubaki’s quirk is a mystery since his mother’s quirk is to reverse the decay of anything she touches and his father might be fan of music and has a good ear, but his power has nothing to do with it ; his skin changes color depending of the scent around him.
Tsubaki likes his parents very much ; don’t ask him which one he prefers it would only makes him shut down completely. On one hand he’s very affectionate with his mother and she’s one of the very few he’s accepting to be touched by. On the other hand he has developed a way to talk with his father, using music instead of words ; like a code.
His mother doesn’t understand why his son suddenly stopped talking and is still looking for answers. She stopped trying to cure him / force him to talk after a few years, and her husband convinced her that, since Tsubaki had nothing wrong physically, he would speak eventually if he had something to say. Until then they just had to wait. It’s still hard for her since Tsubaki does not talk to her, at all, not even with the music-code. His mother had done her best to understand what happened when her son stopped talking, asking the kindergarten staff, seeing specialist after specialists, even hypnotizers ones. It never worked.
His father doesn’t need answer for his son’s trouble, but he does need reassurance regarding Tsubaki protection. For him it’s the future that matters, not the past. He knows that his son won’t ever answer their call if he’s lost and won’t cry for help if someone abduct him, so he’s very concerned about the practical side of Tsubaki’s problems. He’s also very saddened that Tsubaki doesn’t accept being touched by his father, at all, not even holding hands.
Tsubaki has an older sister, but their relation is a bit hard, since she’s very protective of him and at the same time very jealous by the way he’s “favored” by their parents. She was also very afraid that her brother would ruin their parents’ marriage. But that didn’t happen and Tsubaki always been sweet and cute with her so she can’t stay mad at him for long. She’s also the one who introduced him to internet. She was once abducted by villains and that’s the reason why their mother stopped being a hero and signed Tsubaki in the Peace office program for children.
Overall, the family is centered around Tsubaki and his problem, and very heaved with guilt. His mother feels guilty for her son’s problem, his father feels guilty for not protecting him from whatever harmed him to such extend, even his sister has guilt, thinking that maybe, just maybe if she wasn’t abducted it wouldn’t have happened. Tsubaki feels guilty to make them feel that way and not being able to be the son they all want him to be.
To escape from that guilt, he loves to be out of the house. His favorite places are Peace office, his grandmother’s house (who he is very close to, since she’s a mix of her father, not pressuring him to talk, but also his mother, wanting to understand what makes him ok). He will also like the dorms of UA.
Secret past : “words cuts like knives, but you can’t see or heal the wound they make” despite not remembering who told him that Tsubaki took this sentence to heart. Maybe it is the reason why he stopped talking, but he’s not sure. He doesn’t remember why he stopped himself and now it’s too hard to try. He’s just not used to it, and comfortable with words anymore. All they know about his “problem” is that it started when he was 3 years old. One day he came back from kindergarten, and he just stopped talking. His sister had been abducted at this time and so it took a while for the parents to notice that their son’s silence was not due to the pressure/atmosphere at home. When they realized it was already too late. The kid had always been a bit awkward, even before that, but losing his voice made his strangeness even more obvious to everyone. What is important to understand though is that Tsubaki is conscious of the problem, he wants to get rid of him too, at some extent, but he can’t. He had try and try, but he never finds the right timing, the energy or the right word, so he shuts up. He feels like he lives one step behind everyone, sometimes he even can’t even understands how the conversation goes to one point to another and feels terribly stupid for not seeing what everyone else is capable of. (But he’s not stupid, he knows that, so what is wrong with him?). The other reason he just can’t change now is that is whole life is based on his mutism. The way he acts, the way he thinks, the way his friends knows him and the way his family treats him. When he tries to think of what would his life look like if he could talk, all he can think of is “i won’t be anything special anymore.” and this thought frightens him even more.
Happiest memory : Tsubaki has a lot of happy memories and wouldn’t be able to choose only one. He cherished the first time his sister took him on her knees while she was playing on the internet, on the home computer. He liked every time she explained how it worked to him and the games they did after a while, when they both had a computer to play on. He always recalls with fondness the way they made up a music code with his father, how he first played whistles, then symbals, then piano. He would never forget either the way his mother always brings him into house chores and turns the whole thing into a game, which always end up into a big tickles fight. The taste of his grandmother’s candy is still his favorite. And to be honest, one of the best place in the word for him is the Peace office music room, where he became friends with Satoru, then Max, Riku, Satsuki and Mahô.
Saddest memory : When he thinks about the sentence he’s always kind of sad and scared. But he doesn’t remember why so it’s not a sadness he understands. He doesn’t have a awful memory that put him into tears every time but he’s ashamed of his behaviour when he was 12. This period he calls in his head “the dark age” was when he was introduced to internet community for the first time. And he found out he could talk on the internet without problem, writing was easier than talking. And he said a lot of bullshit, awful things to people he didn’t know and probably hurt some. It got better after some time, and now he has set some rules to himself so it’s easier. Though he’s very slow to answer.
Best friends : Satoru and Max are his first and best friends. He met them before UA, in the Peace office program and didn’t let go of them since then. Satoru was the first to reach out to him and Tsubaki is probably one of the few who likes Satoru’s power. For this reason, Satoru is also one of the very few Tsubaki allows to be touched by. The friendship took a ong time to be build but now Tsubaki would be lost without it. Max is his second best friend, and the only reason he’s behind Satoru is because Max’s power doesn’t help Tsubaki to communicate with others. But they are more close in a lot of way, since they both like art and that Max is very shy.
Riku is also Satoru’s friends, and like Mahô, Riku is not the kind of person Tsubaki would have try to know better. Still he ended up liking the presence of Riku, as long as someone is there to recall the teenager that enough is enough. Riku has a bit of trouble understanding that Tsubaki needs time alone. He finds very useful that Riku can talks for three person at the same time though, people never complain about Tsubaki’s silent when Riku is here to fill the gap.
Satsuki is more the type of person he would have gotten along by himself. Her calm and composed behaviour makes him feel safe and she’s rarely stressed or anxious. Besides she wants to become a nutritionist and so understands really well mental health problem -or at least try to- without being intrusive. He likes her very much even if they barely communicate. He just hope she feels as at ease as him in his presence. But, when Satsuki started going out with Satoru in middle school things got a bit harder. Tsubaki felt jealous and anxious that his best friend would replace him by his girlfriend. Fortunately it didn’t happened and now Satsuki and Satoru broke up cleanly so everything is as it was before.
Mahô is the kind of person Tsubaki would have never gotten along in the first place if she wasn’t Satoru’s best friend to begin with. Since he had to deal with her a lot he grew accustomed to her presence, and then ended up calling her a friend. He was even surprised to find that they had a lot in common, as Mahô is blunt and rude when she speaks, often ending up hurting people without meaning to. But she also likes to sing (badly) and it’s the one friend he can do karaoke night without a single hesitation. And they grew even closer when Sator started going out with Satsuki, since they were both afraid to be neglected by their best friend. Hopefully it didn’t happen, but Tsubaki and Mahô still exchanged email adresses and talks a lot via text messages since then. Besides she also enchanted his headphones so he could listen to music and important conversation at the same time.
Get along well with : Ryota who also likes to sit a bit away from the crowd in the room to draw, shares his interest in art and is calm. Takashi who is a gamer and likes to write. Kyouji and Kahei are also his friends while gaming, but they are a bit too loud when they play so a bit less than Takashi. Yule, Saiya, Kussan are patient and quiet, so being with them is easy. Yume and Reika are his music friends, since they both play an instrument.
Doesn’t get along with : Those Tsubaki doesn’t get along with can be divided into four categories. The first one, loud people that he can’t keep up with (especially during conversation) Shiori, Koyuki, Kohaku and Riichi (who is the worst because he can divided himself into 7 different people all as loud as the original). He can still manage to some extent, with the first category. He needs time and training and people who can accept that he’s slower when it comes to communication (which is not the case of everyone). Second one would be tactile people who can’t understand what personal space is (and that his is one meter diameter) Yuu, and Goro. Again he can manage with the second category pretty easily, it just asks him a bit more of effort since he has to remember to always be out of their reach. The third one would be those who made him feel uncomfortable for one reason or another, Azuma for example, is scary because of his glare quirk, and silence in presence of Hide turns the atmosphere into a scary movie scene. The third category is harder for him, and he tends to never be alone with them. The last category, and the worst one, are those who meddle into his business and try to cure him when he didn’t ask them to. : Hana and Monmen. He avoids them at all cost.
Crush on : Tsubaki is very interested in romance, especially the one they describes in songs. He doesn’t feel anything like that for anyone in the class though. He’s very close to Yuu on that subject and look for the “soulmate”. So far he didn’t find them. He wouldn’t be able to rank people in his class aloud, but he still thinks that Kahei is the prettiest girl, and Satoru is the cutest boy. (He likes people smaller than him)
Conclusion about his relationship in class : Tsubaki doesn’t like going out of his comfort zone when it comes to socializing, and so he is not putting a lot of effort making friends in UA. This is one of the reason why they splitted up the four friends (Satoru, Mahô, Max and Tsubaki) in two classes. He still clinging to his old friends no matter what.
-Evaluation of his teacher Aizawa Shouta-
Potential as a hero : Tsubaki was a surprise, he didn’t rely too much on his family heritage and has his own style of fighting. His lack of communication though, is troublesome and will give him a lot of trouble in the future if he doesn’t find a way to work with it. For now, he seems to be doing fine with his couple of friends who understands his needs, but as a hero you don’t always works with people you know and used to.
Weak points : His lack of communication and his fragile mind is always in the way. He can be as powerful as he wants, as long as he isn’t be able to communicate with his teammates or be able to repeat the information he stole with his power, no one can rely on him. Hence no one can work with him on the field. I don’t ask him to talk, but i ask him to find a way to do his job without talking, instead of denying there is a problem. Without this, he would probably be on the top of the class during practical exams.
Strong points : His power is definitely powerful and versatile. He can used it to support, fight and spy missions.
Commentary : He passed through recommendation and showed great abilities, but even if we ask of you to be able to save yourself, a hero job is to be able to save people too.
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Call Me Baby (Bucky x Reader)
pairing: Reader x Bucky Barnes
prompt: ‘i keep calling tech support because you’re helpful and also your voice is really cute’ au
warnings: none
word count: 1587
authors note: I’m too indecisive of how I wanna write my other series so I thought why not write something else instead (help me).
Bucky doesn’t listen to a lot of things Sam tells him to do, hell, Bucky tunes out Sam’s voice most of the time, but for some reason, Bucky decided to listen to Sam’s suggestion to get a job outside of being an Avenger, more specifically Sam told Bucky he should become tech support because of how ‘monotonous’ his voice was.
Bucky was half-offended at his comment but also decided, why the hell not? He wasn’t doing much at the tower besides training till he got his next mission so why not do something else?
Thanks to Tony, who managed to pull a few strings, Bucky was now working as tech support for Bank of America part-time. Because of Bucky’s special case, instead of working at one of Bank of America’s tech support offices, he was able to work at one of the offices at the Avenger’s tower instead.
It wasn’t all bad; Bucky picked up on the terminology quickly and didn’t have difficulty with helping out anyone who called. If he was full-time, Bucky would probably be one of the best tech support, his soothing voice calmed even the most irate person.
It was around 3 in the morning when Bucky clocked in for work. He had just gotten back from a short mission with Natasha, nothing too serious.
After a quick shower he walked into the small office room specifically for him. Since no one was awake, he didn’t bother to wear much, just his most comfortable black sweatpants that hung low on his waist.
He placed on his headset and signed on the computer, typing his password with ease. He signed on the network portal of BoA, quickly typing in his information and within seconds he was logged on for work.
Most of the time around this hour, he would be helping customers through their IM chat support, rarely anyone called so early in the morning.
Once Bucky finished helping out an old lady who thought they lost their card, the telephone on his desk began to ring.
He lets out a yawn before picking it up, his smooth, velvety voice stating their signature line, “Hello, this is James, tech support for Bank of America, how can I help you?”
You almost drop your phone at the incredibly attractive voice you just heard from your phone. It took you a few seconds before replying, “H-hi.”
Bucky internally chuckled at your response, “(Y/N) is it? It has come to my attention that you’re having trouble logging into your online account?”
“Y-yeah, I’ve been trying to access but I can’t seem to remember my password or any of the answers to my security questions.” You tell him, your cheeks burning from embarrassment.
Bucky lets out a chuckle, “No worries, it happens to all of us, nothing to be ashamed of.”
You smile at his sentiment.
“I would need for you to recite your debit card number as well as the last digits of your social security number.”
You quickly state your information, stumbling on the last four numbers of your debit card number.
“Thank you, give me one moment please.” He states, a short moment of silence ensues.
You bite down on your lip, wondering how this James guy looks like. You wondered what color his eyes were, what hair color he had, if he had full lips, or how tall he was.
God were you falling in love with some guy you’ve never seen before? All because he has a nice voice?
“(Y/N)?” His voice snaps you out of your thoughts, you reply back.
“For some reason your current account is inaccessible, so what I’ve done for you is open you a new account. The link to assign a password will be sent to the email address on file.”
You let out a sigh of relief, “There’s nothing wrong with my account though right? No new transactions since yesterday or anything?”
“No there isn’t. The last transaction was from a coffee shop, is that from you?”
“Yes, that’s me, oh thank goodness.” You say out loud.
“Other than not being able to access your online account, there isn’t anything else wrong.”
“Thank you so much James!”
Bucky smiles at the way you said his name, his heart fluttering at the sound of your voice.
“Is there anything else I can help you with?”
Can I have your number? You say in your head.
“No, that was it. Thank you!”
“I’m glad to be of service, have a great rest of the morning (Y/N).”
“You too James.”
–
It was like some kind of sick joke, you thought, why could you be having so much trouble with logging into your online bank account?
You’ve had your last one for four years, and now your new one won’t let you on for some reason.
Frustrated, you dial the number for tech support, wanting answers to why you’re having so many problems.
“I’ll change banks if this happens one more time,” you mumble under your breath.
“Good evening (Y/N), this is James from tech support, how can I help you?”
Your anger simmers down from the sound of his familiar voice, you couldn’t believe it was him again.“
“Hey James, I don’t know if you remember me but I called in last week cause there was something wrong with my online account and now, I can’t login again. I’ve changed my password twice already and I can’t access it still.”
A smile breaks onto his lips, hoping that it was you that was calling.
Since last week, he hasn’t stopped thinking about you, he wondered if you were as beautiful as your voice.
“I’m so sorry to hear this, I’ll check out your account to see if there is anything wrong.”
A few minutes pass, only the faint sound of keyboard clicking filled the silence, you wondered if it was okay to have small talk with him.
Ah fuck it, you thought, “you’re up so late.” You state, feeling ridiculous the moment the words left your lips.
Bucky chuckles at your words, “I pick the weirdest times cause that’s when I’m available.”
“Oh.” You say, “What do you do then? Other than this I mean. Oh wait, you don’t have to answer that, I don’t know if I can ask that.”
Bucky smiles, picturing an embarrassed look on your face.
“I work for a company that helps out people.” Bucky states, not wanting to advertise he’s a part of the Avengers. Especially since if word got out, tons of people would be calling him.
“Ah, you’re an amazing person then.” You hear yourself saying.
Bucky swears he’s never smiled this much in a long while, especially from someone he’d never met before.
“You’re too kind, I just try to do what’s right.”
“So what time is it over where you live?” You ask, hoping maybe by some luck the two of you were close to each other.
“It’s almost 1am over here.”
You check the time on your phone and notice that it was the same time as yours, just maybe he lived in New York as well.
“Not tired yet?” You ask him, a yawn escapes your mouth.
“Nah, not yet, seems like you’re tired.” He says with amusement.
You bite down a smile, “Just a bit.”
“There doesn’t seem to be a problem with your account but would you like me to set you up with another account?”
“Yes, that would be great James.”
After a few clicks, Bucky makes another account for you and thank him profusely, bidding him a good night after you got the link to the new account.
–
“Are you fucking kidding me?!” You let out, startling a few of the customers in front of you.
It was the morning after you got your third account, you were signing in through your phone to see your balance but lo and behold, it was not signing in.
You were in line at your favorite coffee shop half a block from your place, you were going to get some coffee before work.
“This is just my luck, ugh.” You sigh, slipping the phone in your back pocket.
Once it was your turn in the front of the line, you gave the cashier your order and stood at the bar where they placed finished drinks.
You grab your phone from your pocket, clicking on the BoA icon. You try to login for the third time, you get the error notification.
“I am so totally changing banks,” you say out-loud.
“I take it you can’t access your account?” You hear a familiar voice from behind you.
You turn around and your eyes meet a pair of gorgeous steel-blue eyes, his face framed with chocolate brown hair, and cherry lips.
“James?” You find yourself saying, stunned at the most handsome man standing before you.
“Yeah, but you can call me Bucky.” He grins, tucking a strand of his hair behind his ear.
You felt your cheeks heat up, Bucky can totally tell you’re staring at him.
“Just putting it out there but I’m definitely switching banks.”
“As long as you give me your number, I think i can manage.”
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sometimes the wild thing with depression is looking back and trying to figure out when it started and never really being able to draw a line for anything like "this was the earliest age it All Began(tm)," probably because there's not generally such an On-Off Switch type process to it. i know usually circa ten yrs old or later in the teens is usually what people point to but sometimes more of a period of exacerbation rather than origin, and who can say it's not also having the emotional and psychological capabilities and capacities that young children don't that bring a greater sense of perspective and awareness, idk anyways so i'm not sure if i was ever not-depressed or anything....i know i was always uncomfortable outside what was familiar and "shy" and i know that as soon as i was around other kids in a way more socially organized than running around together, namely preschool at 4 yrs old, i was aware of not feeling like i fit in and noticing i couldnt make friends like other people could. ive been good at bs-ing school from the start and happen to pick up things very quickly so even though i probably had the same habits as kids with the worst grades and had no particular ambitions re: academia (beyond avoiding parental wrath and later maintaining the identity that kinda protected me a bit in school) since i got really good grades and was quiet and pretty much just read in a corner when left to myself from kindergarten through middle school, i was probably considered a usually ideal student. i remember a couple of people who i felt i was genuinely friends with, a kid named michael who i think went to a different school after a couple of grades, and a kid named jacqueline in 2nd grade who was like me so quiet in retrospect i'm not sure if she knew much english but we played legos together and stuff but then we got in trouble for not paying attention during not even a lesson but i had to move seats b/c arbitrary Making An Example and since we were both so quiet we just didnt interact much anymore to avoid further attention. i made other friends technically but generally it took a long time to be comfortable with them and we were never close and in the meantime i dont think i ever much liked school. i remember one random sunday evening just getting upset about not wanting to go back the next day just because it was boring and meantime at home of course it sucked but i didnt quite realize it til i was older and it helped of course being young enough to be able to go outside for hours and be perfectly entertained playing in the dirt and trees and stuff. i read a lot at home too i remember having pretty skeptical thoughts about Life from earlyish on but, besides spending a crap ton of time just in my own head (reading, playing in dirt) i think i had ideas that life and the world was pretty amazing. like earlier on of course it was like "is magic real??" but then later its just stuff like reading in books about how kids had good friends and families and got to pursue their interests and do things and work out drama and have nice endings with a lot of hope for the future. for all i could tell the only thing keeping that from being my life was that i wasnt old enough, or probably i hoped that it was just a matter of time. it was less like i was extrapolating from my own limited observations of the worse aspects of life that life must be great and more like i was already noticing that my world was lacking and just hoping that it would grow out of it; not to mention being given the hint that stuff like abuse was my own fault and shortcomings i started getting more aware of being fed up with things / that they weren't inherently going to change around like late elementary school / middle school but it would take another year or two to really get the extent of it, and in the meantime by 14 or 15 at the latest i was consciously suicidal so like, moving fast there. i probably by that point had already caught on to the fact that my world had just been kind of shitty and that it wasnt going to change or seem better after a certain amount of time like i'd thought it would. and then add also having a better understanding of the rest of the world just by being older and getting more experience and realizing that its a lot more chaotic than initially taught to you and that being depressed and having developed few interests and zero ambitions and having antagonistic parents and very few friends doesnt do much to give you as much a cushion from that chaos as it could tangent: honestly i like programs that teach instructors how to recognize things that look like Behavior Issues as maybe more being signs of external issues. i wasnt the best at paying attention and i was often quiet in school whether in class or not and it mightve been a problem if i didnt get good grades but since i did i could just be in the background. i don't particularly resent this or anything because i know how teaching is and i myself didnt really understand i had serious problems at home until much later, but in retrospect i think i always had signs. i remember one particular incident when i was about 8 really shouldve been a bit of a warning sign. i know nobody can really do anything even if they know things are bad but considering i had to learn what abuse looked like by myself and i didnt feel supported by any adult and even when i knew what was going on when i was much older i still just didnt tell anyone in any position of authority because i had learned i had to protect myself by keeping personal things totally confidential and that if i exhibited any signs of struggling i would be blamed and chastised for it. wouldve been nice to at least be informed what was going on at an earlier time and maybe given some sense of confidence or at least a sense it wasn't completely my fault. turns out what gave me any ounce of confidence at all was being like 19 and being so blamed and maligned that it backfired and i started feeling like if i was as awful as i was made out to be then surely i didnt need to feel ashamed and responsible for everything that was being done to me. if i already deserved to be dead then what more could i bring on myself by daring to be so terrible as to feel i shouldnt be treated like i was! checkmate atheists anyhow, i feel like my Good Concepts About The World kind of evolved from "later on everyone has adventures" to "later on everyone goes to middle school / high school and makes friends and bonds with their family and follows their dreams" to something just more vaguely escapist with abstracted ideas about simply feeling comfortable and nice, with maybe general imagery, usually like summer sunsets or just some nice stars or something. i thought about it once and it made a lot of sense, thinking about stuff in terms of the concept of feeling ok and good things existing in the world and being able to sense it despite it also being at a distance or otherwise removed like dont get me wrong just because i wanna be dead i dont have some kind of notion that everyone else's experience of life is the same as mine i.e. that life and/or the world is inherently shit, i know its no more objectively bad than it is objectively good. i still like to think about the good side of all of it. i think its a total mistake to have the idea that if someone is suicidal or even just depressed that it necessarily has anything to do with what they think of the philosophy of the concept of Life, its more personal and immediate than that. honestly i hate all the advice about how you need to write a poem for your suicidal friend to teach them the magic of life or do some otherwise melodramatic bad y.a. novel shit that'll give them a New Perspective on the wonders of life literally overnight. not only is it always disgustingly patronizing and often counterproductively Tough Love-esque but also totally like unrelated to the root of the problem of "what if i'm worried about a friend making a suicide attempt." if you're personally wanting to do something i s2g literally just provide a distraction. talk about random shit or play online scrabble or go over and make midnight snacks, not like set a flower on fire while dropping a porcelain teapot on the floor and lecturing them about how this Doesnt Solve Any Problems or is a permanent solution to a temporary problem like no. just be a distraction jfc and dont insult anyone by generalizing their experience and guessing at what's probably an extremely complex and personal matter and turning it into empty clichés anyways: this was the longest way to get to the idea that isnt it wild when, like how you can Hear a sound in your head and despite recreating it decently its different from actually hearing it externally, you can sometimes remember what it was like to feel nice about the concept of life? i cant really summon earlier things but sometimes i can remember flashes of having those later sad-person-in-their-own-head moments of thinking of distant abstract concepts like seeing the sky as a medium for connection to the infinite experiences of humanity, and i can get like the equivalent of a visual image of a recreated feeling from back when i still had a few lingering overly-optimistic notions that things would be good soon. don't get me wrong, again im still aware of the good things in life and i still have good experiences and still feel good feelings. but i dont harbor expectations that the course of life must and will average itself out or lean towards improvement for any reason, like knowing that good things happening to you out of the blue is the same as how terrible things can happen for exactly the same reason—namely no reason at all. so i just dont have the same feelings i used to about my own personal life, and i dont feel the things i used to when i hoped it still could be Only A Matter Of Time. so its wild when for some reason i mentally stumble on the memory of having those feelings and theyre still recent enough that i get a moment of recreating the feeling like i do when i can picture something in my head, and its totally different and dissonant than what's currently true for me. it wasn't a more accurate perspective to think that life being bad meant it had to improve, but its obviously a nicer feeling. and it sounds like overused to the point of meaningless comparison but its like getting your head above water for a second in terms of the momentary contrast of sensation tldr its wild when you depressioning 24/7 and dead inside and have an instant of remembering What It Was Like To Feel Things
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DEATH CITY DAYS CHAPTER 120
into the nether we go! (again)
Ragnarok: -_______- *gritted teeth* "Thank you, come again...GAH, THESE CUSTOMERS ARE THE WORST!"
kyouko: tough first day?
Ragnarok: "I hate these flipping customers and want to kill them."
kyouko: well, murder's illegal, so best you can do is grin and bear it.
Ragnarok: "..." *CREEPY BIG-TEETH DEMONIC GRIN*
kyouko:.... ._.
-elsewhere-
Danro: *slams open the door to his office...secretaries are seated, doing various tasks and talking until he marches in*
secretary: *looks up*
Secretary 2: "!!!" *stands up, salutes* "SIR!"
secretary: *does the same*
Danro: *salute* "At ease..." *marches by--then stops to look at photos* "...Wait, is this a new one of little Melody? How did she get so big?!!!"
secretary 3: yes, she starts kindergarden this September.
Danro: "How time flies! Congratulations! I'm sure you're worried sick to send her away!"
secretary 3: it is pretty scary, but im sure things will work out, right?
Danro: "..." *nods* "Good...Good attitude...I have work to finish. Take a message if anyone calls--unless family."
secretary: yes sir.
Danro: *marches into his office...sits down at his desk...buries his head in his hands*
{baby!maki: dada! up! up!}
{Danro: "Hee hee! As you wish..." *lifts her up, making an airplane ZOOM noise*}
{baby!maki: *laughs*}
*drip drip*
Danro: *shedding tears onto his desk*
-elsewhere-
Takehisa: "..."
{Takehisa: *drops his suitcase* "Well, here we are."}
{Akitaru: *staring up at the dilapidated cathedral* "...BEAUTIFUL!" *turns to Maki* "Isn't that right, cadet?! Or, um...Oze."}
{maki: just maki is fine, u-unless that's too unprofessional-}
{Takehisa: "You should refer to your commanding officer as 'sir,' or 'Commander Obi,' cadet."}
{maki: s-sorry sir!}
{Akitaru: *slaps Takehisa on the back* "Relax, Hinawa! We're firefighters! What, the military didn't take the stick out your butt when discharging you?"
{Takehisa: "...There is nothing up there, sir."}
{Akitaru: "...Maki, be honest--is he always this relaxed?"}
{maki: not that I can remember?}
{Akitaru: *smiles* "Then we'll need to do something about that!" *drops his bags off his shoulders--all 15 of them* "Starting with giving our new haunt a paint job!"}
Takehisa: "..." *shifts a photo hanging on the wall, showing the three of them in paint-covered overalls in front of the cathedral*
-elsewhere-
miyuri: papa? what's 'IKEA'?
Chuuya: "A furniture store."
miyuri: oooooh! is that where you got mito's castle?
mito: *at the top of the cat tower, lounging in the sunlight*
Chuuya: "Yeah, actually, it is..."
miyuri: WOW!
Chuuya: "They have a lot of furniture, but I did an online order--I didn't want to get lost in the store."
miyuri: ??
Chuuya: "Oh--Ikea's pretty big, almost like a maze trying to get through it all."
miyuri: REALLY?! OwO
Chuuya: "..." *smiles* "Like a castle full of furniture. And even has a restaurant inside."
miyuri: CAN WE GO?! OwO
Chuuya: ^^; "It's kind of a long visit...You'll need some comfortable shoes."
-elsewhere-
Akutagawa: *adjusts his sunglasses, waiting outside the toilet stall* "..." *knocks* "Hurry up in there--I don't have all day to babysit you."
Q: going to the poooottyyyyy~ going to the poooottyyyy~
Akutagawa: "And now they're singing--goddamn it..." *checks his phone*
-elsewhere-
Yosano: *examining ice cream flavors* "Hmm...I think this one--the black cherry."
naomi: ooooh! fancy!
Yosano: "What about you, Maki?"
*seem to be sorbets, yogurts, different toppings*
maki: i'll go for vanilla.
naomi: you ok, maki?
Hyde: "Always a popular choice!" *scoops some up*
maki: THANK YOU!
Yosano: ._____. "...That's quite a reaction to just vanilla. Seriously, what's up?"
maki: whatever do you mean? IM JUST FINE! *forced smile*
Hyde: "...Ma'am, you don't need to stab the ice cream--the spoon is plastic..."
naomi:....listen, if you're on your cycle, you can just tell us, yosano's a doctor and this is totally natural, you don't have to be ashamed.
maki: no, it's not that.
Yosano: -_-; *pats Naomi's shoulder* "Excellent tact...Is something wrong at work?"
Hyde: *has already covered his ears*
maki: well, for starters, my brother is a complete asshat and my dad just doesn't get my choice to join the 8th brigade and- *she rambles for a bit*
Tanizaki: *still standing behind them, holding boxes and shopping bags* "Yep, brothers can suck..." T~T
naomi: *listening to maki ranting and nodding*
Yosano: O_O; "Um...I empathize, and it's great you're not letting your family tell you what to do...But you're an adult--they have no control over you."
maki: exactly! but try telling my old man, he's so stubborn!
hyde: yeah girl, guys are dicks sometimes.
maki: we weren't talking to you?
hyde: solidarity, fam.
Yosano: "..." *sweet smile* "And you're tenacious--not giving up on what you want despite what someone thinks."
maki: thanks, yosano.
-ping-
naomi: ?? oh! naho just sent us a link to the new chapter of her fanfic!
maki: LEMME SEE!
Tanizaki: "OH LORD, NO!"
Hyde: "..." *puts on a helmet, hides behind the counter* ("Not dealing with her writing again...")
naomi:...…*inhales* niccccceeeeee.
Yosano: "..." *glances over their shoulder*
maki: she's really improved since first chapter. im proud of her.
Yosano: "Has she been writing long?"
-elsewhere-
Arthur: *standing in his boxers, arms extended to his sides* "Is this almost over? I feel cold." *he has sensors taped onto him*
Viktor: *checking monitors* "Just confirming my theory--the 8th managed to attract some of the most powerful pyrokinetics, I guess out of dumb luck."
Akitaru: "...Let's just say 'luck,' okay? So, what have you learned?"
Viktor: *holds up an 8th jacket* "You know how Haijima makes fireproof clothes, and yet Shinra keeps burning through his shoes and Tamaki burns through...everything else?"
komori: *holds up a note* <your point being?>
Viktor: "I got curious trying to figure out the maximum temperature, and here's what I found..." *pulls down a curtain, on which he has taped heat-signature outlines of...* "Arthur has almost no resistance to flames on his body despite his pyrokinetic abilities. Shinra does better but only at his feet, meaning he is susceptible to fire on other extremities. But Tamaki, as shown here, has almost total resistance to fire anywhere on her body. You could toss her into an open fire with her suffering no physical damage."
Akitaru: "Gee, isn't that lucky."
tamaki: ._.
shinra:....so in theory, we could burn her at the stake like joan of arc and she'd be fine?
tamaki: SHINRA!
shinra: .-.; sorry, that was uncalled for.
Iris: "Kind of heretical, too."
Petra: -_-#
Viktor: "I do want to keep testing how high the temperatures can get. That's why I had Vulcan make this..." *pulls down a curtain, revealing--* "The Incinerator 4200!"
*The Incinerator has a tiger design to it*
shinra: 0_0;
Viktor: "Who wants to be the first volunteer? Shinra? You can just dip your feet in." *kicks the side, as a foot massager pops out--on fire*
shinra:.... Q~Q;;;;
-elsewhere-
Takigi: *checking the underground maps before looking down the street*
takigi's partner: *looking around*
Takigi: *points* "That stairway--that's the spot where the latest victim was found."
takigi's partner: hmm
Takigi: "The chief seemed really concerned about this--seems like they got the order from higher up to check into the Nether..."
takigi's partner: not to sound intrusive, but your sister was in the nether some time ago, did she tell you anything?
Takigi: *nods* "It's come up in conversations. It sounded like she was embellishing some things, but it's backed up by the 8th's report...even if the 8th isn't exactly more reliable."
takigi's partner: still, they were at the sight of a lot of major events recently.
Takigi: "...Because they keep running recklessly without thinking."
takigi's partner: ...so how is she doing?
Takigi: *DEATH GLARE*
takigi's partner:..... >->;
Takigi: *still frowning, as he looks down the steps* "...That door...You can still see the blood splatter."
*there's police tape around the crime scene*
takigi's partner: criminy, my mom would be rolling in her grave if she knew i was down here.
Takigi: *removes the tape--then grimace* "Ugh--assuming the smell wouldn't wake her up first..." *pulls out his flashlight and gun, before opening the door* "Get ready..."
takigi's partner:.....
Takigi: *studying the paths* "Don't get lost here..."
takigi's partner: *looking around*
*there's something along the floor...*
takigi's partner: hey, take a look at this...
Takigi: "?! Scorch marks, scratches--and fresh, too..."
*CLANG...RATTLE...in the distance*
takigi's partner: ?!?! what was that? *aims his light*
*the maze shows a sign: "Boiler Room ----> "*
takigi's partner: *looks at him*
Takigi: "Why would it still be running here..." *leads the way to the boiler room...* "Cover me..." *kicks down the door*
takigi's partner: DCPD! GET DOWN!.....!?!?!??!
*it's...a lab? there are terraria with animals and plants, a bloody gurney and...a skull in a glass case?*
Takigi: "...Why didn't the police find this..."
takigi's partner: who could this even belong to...some mad scientist?
Takigi: "There are enough of them in this town--hell, just in Haijima...!!! Look! The reports talked about using bugs to induce SHC."
takigi's partner: then, that would mean the white hoods had been here...
*something shift in the shadows, a bit of light reaching Takigi's eyes*
Takigi: "?!" *swings around, aims* "DCPD! FREEZE!" *takes a step forward--*
*CRUNCH*
Takigi: "???" *glances down* "?! The hell?!!"
takigi's partner: SHIT! an infernal?....it's not moving, though.....
Takigi: "An Infernal shouldn't be this well preserved if dead--it should be just ashes...Why is the core still intact..." *still aiming at the shadow* "Step out. Now!"
-beep....beep...beep...beep-
Hood: *steps out--with a bomb strapped to their chest!*
takigi's partner: !!!! WE NEED TO GO, NOW!
*BEEEEEEEEEEP--*
Takigi: "?!!! GET BACK--"
-elsewhere-
*a street level, the ground shakes, as an explosion can be heard*
kyouko: ?!?!? what the hell? !!! *summons her diamond barrier to keep a shoe rack from falling over* *phew* yikes....you alright, sir?
Customer: *holding onto a box of shoes* "Y-Yeah...Was that an earthquake?"
Ragnarok: "...The earth quaked. So, yes. Moron."
*a sewer grid cover had flown up--and landed on a short young adult--*
Mineta: X______X
kyouko: ...well, no one got hurt at least.
Customer: "True...Sorry, I'm in a bit of a rush--I better check with my commander." *sets down the box at the register, dials his phone...*
-back underground-
*there's fire...there's smoke...the lab is demolished...metal pipes broken and litter the floor...steam escaping out of the broken pipes...*
takigi's partner: *coughing* ugh...oze! oze, are you alright??!
*Takigi's partner is bleeding from the forehead, barely able to stand--but he looks relatively unharmed...*
*there's a crater in front of his partner...*
takigi's partner: !!! oze!!
*in the crater is Takigi, in the Yamcha position...he doesn't look too good...*
-elsewhere-
Haumea: *smiling to herself* "Arrow, the blush, please~"
sho: nnnn.... *he's barely conscious*
arrow:....and this benefits us, how?
Haumea: "Ain't it, though~? It's like our own little family. What do you say, Sho?"
sho: .........
Haumea: "That's right..."
-elsewhere-
Akitaru: "... ... ..." *hangs up*
karin: ??
Akitaru: "That was the hospital, looking for Maki."
karin: what happened?
Akitaru: *sighs* "I need to call her--her brother got caught in an explosion."
karin: !!!!
-elsewhere-
Yosano: "Just set them down anywhere."
Tanizaki: *does so--and falls onto the couch*
maki: i think i picked this one out...
naomi: sounds about right..
Yosano: "I'm glad they wrapped this one up--never too early for some birthday shopping."
Tanizaki: "Zzz..."
*the Agency phone rings*
kirako: armed detective agency, kirako haruno speaking, how may i help you?.......oh...one second. maki! it's your commander!
maki: oh? hey commander, what's up?
Akitaru: "Maki...Something's happened."
maki: .........
Akitaru: "Your brother Takigi is in the hospital--"
maki: !!!!!!! *her eyes widen as her hand shakes*
Yosano: "???"
-elsewhere-
Spirit: "Heading to bed, kiddo?"
izumi: yep.
sachiko: make sure you brush your teeth!
izumi: will do!
Spirit: "Night, Izumi."
-elsewhere-
Asher: *slides the window up, climbs down the fire escape quietly...*
-it's fairly quiet, but a family a few windows down seems to be watching a movie on the tv-
Asher: "..." *quiet sigh before getting down to street level...looks back at the apartment*
-a few mice scurry into their hole, carrying food bits in their mouths-
Asher: "..." *closes up their jacket before walking down the street*
-a can is knocked over-
Asher: *looks behind them, arm extended--*
kazue:.........
Asher: "??? Kazue? The hell you doing out?"
kazue: *holds up a sign* <on patrol, you?>
Asher: "...Sneaking out. Wait, 'patrol'? What do you do?"
kazue:....<that's classified for the most part.>
Asher: >_>; "Tch, okay, sure...Need company?"
-elsewhere-
Blair: *in cat form* "Who are we missing?"
mito: <sorry im late everyone!>
banjo: <ayyy mito!> ^w^
Natsume: "Now, remember how we practiced."
-the cats start meow-singing-
sayaka: how do these cats have such talent?!
Kuro: *joining in the harmony*
Bakugo: *covering his head with a pillow, groaning*
-morning-
Asher: *sniffles, yawns, looks around*
-sunlight peeks through the broken windows and cracks in the ceiling in a warehouse-
Asher: "...?" *sits up* "Kazue? ...Please tell me you're not hanging up like a vampire bat or something."
kazue: *sleeping against a pole in the corner*
Asher: "..." *checks their phone*
-elsewhere-
mina: hmm, oh! the new chapter of 'Manami Love Panic' just posted!
Jiro: "??? For real?"
mina: yep! ^^ looks like they're starting a summer vacation arc now!
Jiro: "Timely." *leans on Mina's shoulder, reading over it*
-elsewhere-
Takigi: *sitting up on a bench in the hospital hallway*
sachiko: mr oze! what are you doing out of your room?!
Takigi: "I got bored. I was thinking of visiting some other patients, taking a walk, maybe taking in a round of ping-pong--"
sachiko: need i remind you what you are in here for? burnt face, burnt forearm, left arm fractured, bruises all over, some injuries will take three months to heal!
Takigi: "Tch. I'm fine--Oze's heal quickly. How about you take a walk and cool off before you get an aneurysm."
sachiko: now liste-
Dr. John: *pat pat* "How about we leave Detective Oze alone for a bit, Sachiko?" ^^;
sachiko:...hmph. alright. but i better see you back in your room, mister! *gives him the 'im watching you' sign*
Takigi: "All in good time..." *waves her off*
???: causing trouble again, honey?
Takigi: O\\\\\O *turns around* "Sw-Sweetie muffin?!"
takigi's GF: ^^ *hands him a bento*
Takigi: "Oh, wow--this looks incredible! Thank you! D-Did you get my voicemail? I didn't hear from you..."
-elsewhere-
maki:......
Takehisa: "...Have you eaten?"
maki:...yeah..
Takehisa: "...The doctors promised to call it there were any changes. And you are on leave if you want..."
maki:.....ok....
Takehisa: "...I'm sorry."
-elsewhere-
Sid: "Kazue, Asher--you're late."
Asher: -_-;
kazue: ....
Sid: *groans* "Have a seat--get notes from your classmates after...Now, we return to the discussion about limb-weapon displacement--"
Asher: *sits with Izumi*
izumi: you ok?
Asher: "..." *nods* "My sister didn't call did she?"
izumi: she did actually.
Asher: >_<; "I'm in deep shit, huh?"
-elsewhere-
Hajiki: *hanging from the flagpole* "WHY AM I UP HERE?!"
hito: i was about to ask the same thing.
Hajiki: "I CAN'T REMEMBER, AND I AM SCARED I WILL LOSE MY GRIP AND FALL! IS THERE A...THAT THING WITH THE...WOOD STEPS?"
hito: you mean a ladder?
Hajiki: "YES, A LADDER, PLEASE!"
-elsewhere-
Kouyou: *looking at the menu* "Hmm..."
miyuri: wooooooow! *shiny eyes at what all is on the menu*
*the kids' menu lists 'dinosaur chicken nuggets'*
miyuri: are there dino-chickens?!
Kouyou: ^^; "I think they just cut the chicken into dinosaur shapes..."
miyuri: oooh.
Kouyou: "Sonia, you hungry?"
sonia:... i think i'll just get a cheeseburger and some fries.
Kouyou: *nods* "I'm intrigued by the tsukemono--"
???: "WOOF!"
sonia: ??
Otis: *pants, looking through the gate between the restaurant patio and the sidewalk*
miyuri: puppy!
Kouyou: "!!! Careful, Miyuri--"
Otis: *fits his nose through the gate posts*
miyuri: hi puppy! ^w^
Otis: *pants, licks her hand*
miyuri: *giggles* ^w^
Kouyou: -_-;
sonia: h-hello sir...
Keller: *holds onto Otis's leash* "Howdy. Old Otis isn't giving you any trouble, is he?"
Otis: *nuzzle*
sonia:....he sees to be doing well...
Keller: *nods* "Good."
Kouyou: *clears her throat*
Keller: "..." *tugs on Otis's leash*
miyuri: bye bye, puppy. *waves*
Otis: "WOOF!" *walks off with Keller*
-elsewhere-
Daisy: *sets down a bagged lunch with 'Daisy' written on it in marker* -_-# "Any of you say a word, and you get a spork to the eye..." *takes out a bagged sandwich--and a note drops out with it* "..." *groans*
louisa: ??
Daisy: *groans* "Damn it, Mom...Your parental units ever do embarrassing stuff..."
louisa: well, it's been a while since i spoke to them, so....
Daisy: "...Sorry." *offers half a cookie*
-elsewhere-
Axel: *running track against classmates*
zeke: yeah! woohoo!
Yafeu: *almost running into Stephanie's lane* "WATCH IT!"
stephanie: sorry~
Monica: *sitting on the stands with Genny* "The hell you ain't running?"
genny: PE is not my strong suit.....
Derek: "Hardly an excuse--you'll just fall behind at that rate." *has a timing chart*
lei-lei: *waves to genny*
Monica: "YOLANDA--MOVE YOUR ASS!"
-elsewhere-
Medusa: *passes her hand over a vial to spread out its vapor*
stheno:.....so what's the plan exactly?
Medusa: "Numbers."
stheno: ??
Medusa: "To win this war, we must win hearts and minds--increase our forces, our numbers."
stheno: as in recruiting people?
Medusa: "In so many words, yes. I'm trying to locate the nearest one..."
-elsewhere-
Takigi: *on the phone* "No, you tell Sansa to take this up with the chief--we need to find what was down there!"
nurse: mr oze, you have a visitor.
Takigi: "I'm at work--tell them to wait."
nurse: it's your father.
Takigi: O______O "...I'll call you back." *hangs up, stands up--and grimaces in pain* "AH!"
Nurse 2: "... ... ..." *whispers* "They're like little forests--above his eyes!"
nurse: shh!
Danro: "TAKIGI! YOU LOOK AFRIGHT!"
Takigi: "I-I'm fine, sir!" *salute--with the wrong arm* "...Ow."
Danro: "We were so worried about you! This is too dangerous!"
madoka oze: we're just...happy you're alright...
Takigi: Q_Q; "Mom? I-I'm sorry--I didn't mean to worry you." *awkward one-arm hug* "Where's Maki?"
madoka oze: she's....at work still.
Takigi: "..." *nods* "Okay...Alright."
Danro: "...Sit down. Your mother didn't go to all this work to make you a decent meal for you to waste it."
madoka oze: yeah, i know how crappy hospital food can be.
Nurse 3: "Grr...Can you believe the nerve of this family?!"
Nurse 2: "...Do raccoons live in those things?"
nurse: -_-# carol i swear to god.
-elsewhere-
-knock on the gallows mansion doors-
liz: yes?
tsubaki: hi, mind if we use your shower? ours has been monopolized. ^^;
Black Star: -n- "We adopted too many brats."
liz: um actually it's a bit....occupied at the moment.
Black Star: "??? You have a flipping mansion--not one bathroom is available?"
liz: well-
Black Star: "Screw this! I feel sweaty and gross, and I need to be cleaned!" *marches to the bathroom, pulling his shirt off on the way*
liz: ah-
Black Star: *kicks down the door*
stocking: HEY!
Kid: "BLACK STAR! YOU PIECE OF--"
Black Star: "JEEZ! COVER UP!"
stocking: *TOSSES A BOTTLE OF SHAMPOO AT HIM*
Black Star: *dodges* "OKAY, I GET IT, I'M GOING!" *running*
Kid: "I'LL KILL YOU FOR THIS!"
stocking: *siiigh* well that was embarrassing.
Kid: T\\\\T
Black Star: *muttering* "They got bigger since the last time I walked in..."
stocking: I HEARD THAT! D8<
Kid: *stifles a laugh*
stocking: h-hey! >3<
Kid: "Is that wrong?" *cups her* "Seems to be."
stocking: *snerk* *cheek pull* meeeean~! Xp
Kid: "Hee hee..." *smooch*
stocking: *laughs* ^///^
Black Star: *walks back* "So. ...Liz, you got a shower in your bedroom, right? Or is Wes going to be in there?"
liz: there's a shower this way. -_-;
Black Star: "Thank you~" *pulling off his shoes and socks along the way*
liz: *closes the bathroom door*
stocking: thanks liz!
liz: no prob!
stocking: right....now, where were we~?
Kid: "Hmm...Not sure I remember. Care to jog my memory?"
stocking: *kiss* mmm~<3
-elsewhere-
Monica: "...You weren't entirely awful in track and field, Albarn."
izumi: oh, um. thank you.
Monica: >_>; "Better than some people--STEPH, YOU ALMOST GOT TRAMPLED BY THOSE MORONS!" *slams her locker door shut--which knocks down a row of them*
-elsewhere-
Sid: *sighs*
nygus: long day?
Sid: "You could say that..." *opens the fridge, pulling out a cup of yogurt* "The race in PE was a disaster."
nygus: *listening*
Sid: "Some of those first-years are so gung-ho on proving themselves that they rush in--just like the desert training. I even had two of them collide face-to-face in the track run, knocking heads."
nygus: yeah, they were in here.
Sid: "How bad was the diagnosis?"
nygus: one student got a concussion.
Sid: "?! Did you call up Kim?"
nygus: *nods*
-elsewhere-
oriko: *practicing violin*
Justin: "..." *has removed his headphones*
oriko: *still practicing*
Justin: *closes his eyes* ("It sounds...")
-seems she made an error-
oriko: oops. that's not right, let me try again... ^^;
Justin: "?"
oriko: it's been a while since i played last. ^^;
Justin: ^^ *nods* "It sounded good, all things considered."
oriko: thanks. *smiles*
Justin: "Well, I'll continue housework...Thank you for playing."
-elsewhere-
tsugumi: hmmm.. hey anya, meme? if you were weapons, what kind of weapon would you want to be?
Meme: "Axe chainsaw gun tonfa."
Anya: "..." *facepalm*
tsugumi: that's....a lot. *sweatdrop*
Meme: "Well, this is a thought experiment, and it never hurts to be prepared." ^^ "How about you, Anya?"
Anya: "Hmmm...Something classic, such as a spear."
tsugumi: hmmm. makes sense. and maybe the tip of the spear is shaped like a bird's wing!
mio: but arent _you_ the bird?
tsugumi: ^^;
Anya: "Hmmm...That could inflict more damage."
Meme: "Bird's the word."
Anya: "...What?"
tsugumi: ^^;
Meme: "I'll explain it later. How about you, Mio?"
mio:..... -_- i _am_ a weapon.
Meme: "Then what kind of meister would you want to be?"
mio: *sweatdrop*
-elsewhere-
ochako: *getting her work uniform on* ok, im ready for another shift!
Hyde: "Let's make that bread!"
ochako: YEAH!
Hyde: *opens up the baked good drawer, slides in the donuts* "There--bread!"
*the door jingles as someone enters*
ochako: welcome!
Vampa: "Bonjour!" *looking at bags of chips*
peppino: ^w^ ooooh these look so yummy!
Hyde: "We got a BOGO on those."
peppino: *GASP* oh my gosh look at these petit fours! they're so adorable! >w<
Vampa: "I think we could swing that." *to Ochaco* "Shopkeep, some of those, please."
ochako: right away sir!
Hyde: *watching them* "..."
Vampa: *picks up a pack of gum, studying it*
-elsewhere-
Motojiro: *puts the pen down, studying the seating chart* "Okay, I think we're all set."
leo: *smiles*
Motojiro: "I feel like I'm missing something, though...You okay with the music?"
leo: well, i wrote a list of songs for the wedding and reception. what do you think?
Motojiro: *reads through them--and--* "GASP!"
leo: ?? is something wrong?
Motojiro: *patting her arm, pointing* "This one is sooooooo good!"
leo: ah. im glad.
Motojiro: *hands on both of her cheeks* "I love you so much." *smooch*
leo: mmm~<3
-elsewhere-
Kafka: *reading the newspaper, having a cup of tea* "Hmm. Feel Good Inc's stocks went up--"
Walter: *rips the paper out of his hands* "GREAT RAO, THEY HAVE A FILM MARATHON THIS WEEKEND!"
Kafka: *staring at his empty hands* "..." -_-#
etta: really?
hans: which films?
Walter: "Superhero stuff! They even have 'Invaders from Uranus'--the worst thing ever! All Might has a brief cameo in it!"
george: wait seriously?
wilhelm: *GIGGLING*
Kafka: "Be mature--"
Walter: "There's also a costume contest."
-elsewhere-
All Might: *in depowered form in the teacher's lounge, staring at his phone* "... ... ..." -_-# "I thought I burned all those film reels."
Izuku: ^^; "Actually, someone kickstarted an online fundraiser to restore the film."
-elsewhere-
Giriko: "Okay, be a good girl for your big sis, okay?"
anna: okie!
TOWKOW: we're gonna teach this kid how to ROCK! YEAH! XD
Giriko: "...Have fun with that--but she has developing ears, and if you make her deaf, I'll--"
malaria: i'll make sure she's ok, dad. ^^;
Giriko: "I know you will..." *head-pat*
-elsewhere-
Cervantes: *looking out the window* "...Le sigh."
marquis: is something the matter?
Cervantes: "Nothing...It's just, when it's springtime--"
Dumas: "SUMMER."
Cervantes: "--the heart yearns for what it lacks."
marquis: awww.
Dumas: -_-; "I can't believe you're thinking of that cop again...Your sparkles are getting everywhere."
Cervantes: *has a glitter pen that he's writing onto notebook paper* -3-
marquis: why dont you write her a letter?
Cervantes: OwO "EXCELLENT IDEA! Let me write the envelope and I can send one of the love poems I already wrote--" *addresses the envelope 'Dulcinea Toboso, c/o Interpol--'* "Hmm...Need the street address..."
-elsewhere-
*in a dark room, someone is tied to a gurney...bugs are seen in vials around them, as white-clad figures stare at them*
Victim: "Please--let me go! I need to go home!"
???: shhhhh....
Victim: *crying, losing their mind* "LET ME GO! YOU CAN'T DO THIS TO ME! STOP!"
-elsewhere-
Akitaru: *on the phone* "..." *nods* "I understand...I'll need some time to re-organize."
tamaki: *her head is stuck in a cereal box....somehow* what's up?
Akitaru: "...Yes, thank you. I'll call back after I break the news. Goodbye." *hangs up* "...Orders from above..." *takes out a pair of children's safety scissors* "Stand still--I'll get you out of that..."
-elsewhere-
Honda: "LINE UP!"
hito: *salute*
Takeru: *salute* -~-;
Hajiki: *salutes--with the wrong hand*
Honda: "WE HAVE A NEW ASSIGNMENT!" *taps a pointer to the map of Death City, underground*
jonas: sir, this is-
Honda: "THE NETHER."
anton: *GULP*
Takeru: *silent screaming*
Hajiki: "Really? I thought the Nether was just some little itty part of a subway..."
-elsewhere-
Izuku: *holding his suitcase down* "Come on--fit, darn it."
inko: izuku? is everything alright in there?
Izuku: *grunts* "Y-Yeah! Just struggling to fit all of this into my suitcase--" *presses down and--*
*FWOMP*
*a pair of boxers flies out of his room and against the wall*
inko:.....do you need help?
Izuku: QwQ *flung back into a pile of clothes* "Yes, ma'am, please?"
-elsewhere-
Masaru: "Now let's all calm down and talk this out--"
mitsuki: why are you being such a stubborn little brat?! we're only trying to help!
Bakugo: "I can do this on my own! God, can't you give me some room to prove that?!"
mitsuki: you're just flinging everything in there all willy-nilly! it looks like you threw a tornado in there!
Bakugo: "I can find what I need--I HAVE A SYSTEM FOR THIS!"
-elsewhere-
Mr. Uraraka: ^^; "I don't think a suitcase is the place for a doggie..." *pat pat*
trixie: *tail wagging* *ARF!*
Mr. Uraraka: *squeezes a toy, which squeaks* *tosses it*
trixie: *NYOOM*
-elsewhere-
ganma: now, the trick i always use when packing is to put the flatter things at the bottom, like clothes.
Samidare: *digging through Tsu's boxes of snacks--*
satsuki: moooom! sami's trying to mooch off sis!
Samidare: >_< "Tat-pole-tail!"
Beru: "Samidare, put them down."
Samidare: -n- *puts them down*
-elsewhere-
Kyotoku: *reviewing the feeding schedule* "Hang on--that's all the bird feed needed?"
mika jirou: im surprised too.
bowie: *BWAWK* EAT SHIT! *BWAWK*
Kyotoku: "..." *groans* "Goddamn it."
-elsewhere-
ragdoll: *shaking a cat toy* come on snoopy, go get it!
snoopy: *mreow!*
Mandalay: *recording it on her phone* "So cute! I just can't!" >w<
pixie bob: dawww!
Tora: *flexing* "Kota, could you get me some water? And some for Snoopy's dish?"
kouta:...*grunts and walks off*
Mandalay: "..." *sighs*
-elsewhere-
Sansa: "And with Oze out, I've had to pick up on investigating that patchwork person."
minoura: which one?
Sansa: *holds up a photo--the man looks to have his face stapled, skin of different colors* "This one. Why, who's the other one?"
minoura: oh yeah, that one. thought you meant those weirdos at that clinic...
Sansa: "... I never want to mess with that 'doctor' ever again..." *shudders*
-elsewhere-
atsushi: do you know where we're going? [[kyouka trying to find where her parents are buried?]]
Kyoka: "...Honestly, this is a more challenging than I thought..." *looking around* "A lot has changed."
*they've already passed one house in the distance*
Kyoka: *staring at the house*
sylvia: *pant pant* w-wait up!
Kyoka: "Oh, sorry."
atsushi: *looks around*
*there's a field...with something sticking out of it*
atsushi: ??
Kyoka: "...There." *walks to it, struggling over the rockier terrain*
atsushi:....should we come with or....?
Kyoka: "Stay here." *walks up alone*
atsushi:......
{Kyoka, a child: *can't stop screaming*}
{mr izumi: kyouka? are you alright?}
{Kyoka: *crying--her knee looks bruised from tripping*}
{mr izumi: *helps her up* let's see here. *examining the injury*}
{*it looks like a small abrasion*}
{Kyoka: *sniffles, crying less loudly*}
{mr izumi: i think we can fix this no problem. let's get inside so we can clean the cut.}
Kyoka: *her hand on the marker, tears falling* "..." *she looks stone-faced*
demon snow:.......
Kyoka: *shakes* "Why..."
atsushi:.....??
-there seem to be two other figures standing by the grave-
demon snow:.....*puts her hand on kyouka's shoulder*
Kyoka: *can't speak, her throat tightening...falls to her knees*
demon snow:...*hug*
Kyoka: "..." *holds onto Demon Snow*
mrs izumi?: .... *small smile* i see she's in good hands...and good company.
Mr. Izumi?: *nods* "Look how much she's grown."
mrs izumi?: hard to believe it's been almost 4 years...
Mr. Izumi?: "...We missed so much..."
atsushi:....
mrs izumi?:...?? young man, you can see us, cant you?
atsushi: !!.....*small nod*
Mr. Izumi?: "You're Nakajima, yes?"
atsushi: *nod* (can you hear my thoughts?)
Mr. Izumi?: ("We can? ...!!! Oh, wow, this makes things easier!")
atsushi: (im still reasonably new to this 'seeing and hearing ghosts' thing.)
odasaku: *nod*
Mr. Izumi?: ("I see...You've been keeping an eye on our daughter.")
atsushi: (yeah, more like she's keeping an eye on me.) ^^;
mrs izumi?: *chuckle*
Mr. Izumi: ("Well, it's important to have someone to watch your back in this line of work.")
atsushi: (yeah...)
-elsewhere-
Akutagawa: *looking from the Port Mafia Tower, down to a certain spot* "..."
miura: mr akutagawa?
Akutagawa: *coughs* "Y-Yes...?"
miura: what are you looking at?
Akutagawa: "..." *points to a spot* "Can you see down to Cage Street in the Slums?"
miura: you mean cone street?
Akutagawa: *shakes his head* "No, parallel to it--another street."
miura: oh.
Akutagawa: "...Used to steal from a shop there..."
miura:.....
-elsewhere-
Tanizaki: ._.; "He's been at it for hours--non-stop...I think he's going to stroke out."
Kunikida: *typing furiously*
aya: should i intervene?
Lucy: "Please do--the boss isn't ready for the game yet."
aya:....HI-CHA!
Kunikida: *stops typing with one hand to block, not even looking away from the screen* "I am busy, Aya."
aya: you cant skip out on rest! you're gonna get an ulcer!
Kunikida: "I already had my yearly check-up, and--"
yosano: your records disagree. ^^
Kunikida: -_-# "I appreciate your concern, Doctor, but I am managing my condition--"
Dazai: *kicks the side of the desk--as a drawer pops open into Kunikida's shin*
Kunikida: >_<# "OW! DAZ--"
*the drawer is full of energy drinks*
yosano:.......*grabs kunikida by the ponytail* you're coming with me.
Kunikida: Q__Q "OW! LET GO!"
-elsewhere-
Gin: "??? Q? What's wrong?"
Q: *squirming* >~<
Gin: "Did something happen? Or are you feeling sick?"
Q: i need to go!
Gin: *sighs* *knocks on the bathroom door* "Kuniko? Are you done in there?"
-elsewhere-
Kenji: *watering the tomatoes on the rooftop garden--then spots down on the street--* "Nankichii!"
nankichii: !! h-hi kenji!
Kenji: "Hang on--I'll be right down!" *leaps off the roof*
nankichii: a-are you alright?! D8>
Kenji: *had already swung on the drain pipes and lands on the sidewalk--producing two giant footprints shattered in the cement* "Yep!" ^w^ "I didn't get a chance to eat today..."
nankichii: .~.
Kenji: "What're you up to?"
-elsewhere-
Crimson Lotus Assassin: *taps the side of their head, causing their eyes to flicker* "..." <Two targets ahead.> *points at a building with no windows*
???: <good. move in.>
CL Assassin: *proceeds, sticking close to the floor, as if slithering*
*whispers can be heard inside the building*
???: *inside the building* "No, that goes underground..."
???: ugh, how are you supposed to navigate this place?
???: "The goggles and GPS device. Did you even listen to the orientation?"
*the lights go off inside*
???: oh what the fuck?
*SLICE*
???: ?!?!??!
*it sounds like something wet sprayed along the wall--before shining eyes pop up in the dark*
CL Assassin: *hiss*
???: ?!?!?! *pulls out a gun*
*the eyes dart away before vanishing*
???: shit shit shit!
*there's a noise on the wall behind them--before it breaks down, the moonlight shining in*
??? ?!?!?! where are you!?
*something drips on their shoulder*
???: *looks up*
*something rattles above them, as the CL Assassin descends with a hiss*
???: *SCREAMS*
*through the hole in the wall, others with shining eyes look in at the carnage*
-elsewhere-
Eugene: "She's still on the phone...Must be important."
frances: yes....understood....hm??.....!!! oh stop! >///<
London: *pats Eugene's shoulder* "Let her be, buddy. Come on, you still need to practice your ability."
Eugene: .____. "Do I? Really? We're still thawing out Ambrose..."
Ambrose: *encased in ice, looking pissed*
barrie: <-<;
Eugene: T~T "I'm trying my best! I just want to go home--my wife is worried sick..."
-morning-
Arthur: *petting the donkey's head on the wall* "Good, Silver Burro..."
shinra: *YAAAAAWN*
Arthur: "Thank you for continuing to serve as our sentry, Silburro..."
shinra: you know it cant answer you, right?
Arthur: "What does that matter? With or without life, its spirit serves as a shield against threats from the outside. Plus, we're in Death City--this is hardly the weirdest thing I could be doing."
shinra: .....i GUESS!
Arthur: "What irks me is how the Lieutenant's experiments have ruined Silburro's look..." *gestures to the horned hat on Silburro's head*
shinra: ....animal crossing?
Arthur: "??? But Silburro can't move?"
*a wad of paper falls out of Silburro's mouth*
Arthur: "... ... ..." *horrified silent screaming*
shinra: ???
Arthur: *pulls out a samurai sword* "Demon--how dare you defile Silburro with your paper refuse!"
shinra: hey! i didnt do it!
Arthur: *tackles Shinra*
maki: what's going on-..... owo
Arthur: *choke hold*
Iris: -_-; "Maki...Why is there paper in the donkey's mouth?"
maki: erm-
tamaki: littering is bad you know!
Iris: "So is improper disposal of waste--"
shinra: MERCY! DX>
Arthur: *knocked down, with Shinra on top of him*
tamaki: *examines the paper*
Iris: "How do you accumulate so much wasted paper, anyway?"
tamaki: o///////////////////////////o um....maki....
maki: they're.....old drafts.
Iris: "... ... ..." -_____-;
Relan: *walks in* "...Yikes. We're already starting this early?"
tamaki: *yanks shinra off* ok, that's enough rough-housing you two.
shinra: he started it!
Vulcan: "The 8th, a caravan of dummies..."
Arthur: "Don't put trash in Silburro's mouth!"
lisa: oh, that reminds me, maki.
maki: ??
lisa: the commander was looking for you.
-in Akitaru's office-
Akitaru: "..."
Takehisa: "..."
maki: *salutes* commander.
Akitaru: *salutes* "You may want to sit down for this..."
maki: what is it?
Takehisa: *hands her a report--it has a military seal on it*
maki: *her stomach drops as she opens it*..........!!!!!!????
Akitaru: "With the 2nd leading a mission into the Nether, it was thought best that you--"
maki: go back to the military?! but im a firefighter now!
Akitaru: "But given what happened to your brother, General Oze thought--"
maki: my dad? tch- of course he would issue this. well, since this is a family matter, i can easily decline to it!
Akitaru: "Your father is just worried--and I have to agree. This mission will be more dangerous than last time. The Hoods are liked caged rats, ready to attack, and unless we want to upset the 2nd and the military, we have to be smart how we handle this."
maki: you're seriously agreeing to this?! captain, talk some sense into him!
Takehisa: "...Officer Oze. I order you to return to the military."
maki: ......y-you cant be serious!
Takehisa: "There are reasons for this decision--"
maki: and what reason is that?!
Takehisa: "..."
Akitaru: "...Tell her."
Takehisa: *clear his throat--*
-outside-
Iris: >_> "So...What are they saying?"
shinra: i cant hear, this door is too thick.
tamaki: just like your head.
Arthur: "Ha." *has a glass to the door* "Hang on...Okay, the Commander just say 'Bonk.' Or maybe 'Donk.'"
tamaki: -_-;
nozomi: you're...holding it the wrong way.
Arthur: *has the glass stuck over his ear* "What? I can't hear--"
*the door slams open*
maki: ...... *she seems upset*
tamaki: ._.;
Vulcan: "??? So what--"
maki: *glare*
shinra: OxO;;;;;
Arthur: "Oh dear--they have awaken the ogre--"
maki: *storms to her room and slams the door shut*
shinra:.....
-elsewhere-
Takeru: *quiet whine of worry...*
hito: *cleaning guns* the nether, huh?
Takeru: "That is too, too dangerous! I read the reports and heard from the 8th--Kusakabe was stabbed nearly to death in there!" >~<
hito: hmmm.
Takeru: "I don't know what to do--I never wanted to be in the military! I was just recruited because my power is too much for traditional means to contain--" *starts heating up*
hito: easy, easy now.
Takeru: *grabs a paper bag, starts breathing into it*
hito: ..... (is this really the best place for him? dad, you always told me that being a soldier means being brave and doing the right thing, no matter how dangerous.)
Honda: *serious face as he walks by* "Morning, soldiers!"
hito: *salutes* sir!
Takeru: "EEP!" *flings the bag up--on fire*
-elsewhere-
Meme: "??? Who's she on the phone with?"
tsugumi: oh, well....i-i'll ask miss misery if she can set something up for you....h-hey, it's ok! it's only temporary, right? you'll be back in no time!
Anya: "Some guest, it sounds like..."
tsugumi: ok...see you soon. *hangs up* *phew*
Meme: "You okay?"
-tsugumi explains the situation-
Anya: "Oh dear--that's all awful."
Meme: "We'll do whatever we can to convince Miss Misery!"
tsugumi: thanks guys.
mio: any time.
ao: *nod*
Meme: "What about Takigi? You think you'll call him to see if he's okay?"
ao: im sure anya is curious as well.
Anya: O\\\\\O "?!"
-elsewhere-
mami: ok, the barrier should be here. you ready?
yuma: *nods*
nagisa: yep!
Sayaka: "Ready and waiting!"
Kyouko: "..."
homura: madoka and i will serve as backup.
mami: alright, let's go.
Sayaka: *follows Mami*
Kyouko: *looks around*
-inside the barrier it resembles a pencil sketching of a foggy forest path, like something from a tim burton drawing. crows with blood red eyes watch the girls as they pass-
Sayaka: "Spooky..."
yuma: *gulp*
homura:...familiars most likely. but they dont seem to be attacking yet....
Kyouko: "They waiting for an opening?"
mami:....*holds an arm out, pointing to a figure*
figure: *they appear to be a woman in funeral garb. it looks at them, and then screeches*
Sayaka: "?!!"
Death the Kid: Kyouko: *battle position*
-the birds begin divebombing at them-
madoka: *shooting them with arrows*
Sayaka: *slices through them*
-elsewhere-
Yukio: *checks his blood* "..."
{Todo: "..."}
-knock-
Yukio: *buttons up* "Come in."
momo sakura: yuki? are you feeling ok?
Yukio: "Fine, thanks." *puts on a smile*
-elsewhere-
Bakugo: "Then she had the nerve to dump the entire luggage to do again! GAH! I hate her crap!"
itsuka: well, i guess she's just being a mom.
Bakugo: "Since when is being a mom synonymous to being annoying as fuck? Your mom isn't this bad, is she?"
-elsewhere-
NOS: *flips through student profiles again*
Twice: "Okay, let's try a Dabi clone!"
himiko: traaaansform!
Dabi Clone: *looks deformed, like off model art* 0_0 "...BLOO."
himiko:..... owo
Twice: "It's beautiful! ANIMATION ERROR!"
NOS: "Hmm, looks about the same."
Dabi: -_-#
mustard: at least it saves on the budget.
himiko: what?
mustard: what?
Dabi: *lights the clone on fire*
Dabi Clone: *screams, flails*
Twice: "DABI JR, NO!"
fang: gaga?
Dabi: "That thing wasn't your dad..."
fang: *laughs* ^o^
Twice: "Aw, that's the nicest you've been to your child."
Dabi: *frowns*
fang: ^w^
NOS: "Progress, I assume--" *still staring at Denki's profile*
himiko: *peeeeep* owo
NOS: "Soon, you will be mine..." *looks behind him* "?!"
himiko: OwO do you like him?
NOS: "..." *pushes her away* "Get your mind out of the gutter. I just want to suck out his electric essence."
mustard: phrasing!
Twice: "I just heard 'suck essence.' Do you need one of those European converter plugs? A butt plug, maybe?"
magne: *GASP* not in front of the BABY!
Twice: "Whoopsie--sorry! THE BABY WAS GOING TO LEARN AT SOME POINT!"
tomura:.......
NOS: "Now look what you've done--you've awakened the night owl..."
-elsewhere-
Kid: "Feel better?"
stocking: yeah. stupid pencil, talking smack about me...
Kid: ^^; "They are notoriously rude..." *tucks her in*
stocking: ground that fucker down to the nub. *YAWN* show you to...shittalk me with a bishonen voice...fucking pencil. zzzzzz...
Kid: *forehead smooch, smooths her hair*
-elsewhere-
kotone: how does this one look?
kirika: eh, not what i'd pick, but hey, your save file.
kotone: well...i think it's nice.
Gopher: "Wings, wings..."
kotone: is that an option?
Gopher: "If I could mod it..." T~T
kirika: hmm.
Gopher: "I don't know who to pick...Dragon-something?"
-elsewhere-
Fukuzawa: "Good morning." *steps out of his office, walks to the tea kettle*
kirako: good morning, sir. here's a list of requests.
Fukuzawa: "Thank you." *reviews* "Are all members present?" *looks around*
kirako: *nods*
Kunikida: "Sir, good morning. I have already set up most missions for--"
Fukuzawa: *points to one* "Send Montgomery to this one." *taps the sheet*
Kunikida: "...Sir, I think that one may be out of her skill set..."
Fukuzawa: *staaaaaaaaaaaaare*
aya: anything i can do, sir?
Fukuzawa: "Yes, accompany her."
Kunikida: D8
aya: heck yeah! am i gonna get to fight bad guys?
Kunikida: "..." *ahem* *hands the map and instructions* "Find Lucy and head out."
-elsewhere-
Crimson Lotus Assassin: *bows* <I completed the assassination.>
???: good. now for our next target. *hands them a picture of 'the park's' leader*
Assassin: *hiss* "Excellent...I will begin."
-elsewhere-
Sakuya: "??? What's wrong?"
tsubaki:....i dont know...just.... *sigh*
Sakuya: "..." *pat pat* "You need a break."
tsubaki: yeah...maybe...
Shamrock: "What if you took a vacation?"
tsubaki: maybe..
Belkia: *holds up brochures* "Swiss Alps, scenic Chernobyl, Centaur Tours, Sao Paul..."
-elsewhere-
Lucy: *checks the map on her phone* "Okay, the warehouse is a few blocks away..." *smiles at Aya* "Kind of exciting, huh?"
aya: you bet!
*it seems to be an industrial area...there are some laborers working out front*
Security Guard: "Hold up--no kiddos allowed in here..."
aya: *holds up a paper*
Security Guard: *reads* "??? You're the ones Boss sent?"
Boss: *groans* "I told the Agency to send professionals, not some little girls."
Lucy: "??? Little girls?" *looks around* "Aya, do you see any little girls here?"
aya: hey! we arent just 'some little girls' we're certified butt-whoopers!
Boss: -_-; "I was hoping for the tiger or even that samurai..."
Lucy: "...Hey, is that your car?" *points a few blocks away* "You let your employees eat in that thing?"
Boss: "What? It has air conditioning--"
Lucy: *snaps her fingers--and the car disappears*
Boss: D8
-and so-
Lucy: "Pfew! I got the last of the shipment into Anne's Room."
aya: it's really spacious in there!
Lucy: *nods* "Since joining the Agency, the President gave me a power boost. I bet I could fit an entire building in there now." ^w^
aya: wow! that's so cool!
*they pass an alley...*
Lucy: "We got some time before we're do to the drop-off point--feeling hungry?"
aya: heck ye-.... *turns*
*glowing eyes stare right at Aya*
aya: show yourself!
*a big straw pokes out of the shadows*
aya: !?!
Lucy: "?!" *shields Aya* "We're out of here--"
*SHTIK*
aya: LUCY!
Lucy: "... ... ..." @w@ *collapses, unconscious, a giant dart sticking out of her neck*
*masked assassins in red step out*
aya: !!!! s-stay back! im warning you!
Crimson Lotus Assassin 1: <Retrieve the teleporter. Silence the tiny one.>
Crimson Lotus Assassin 2: *reaches for Aya*
aya: *KICK*
CLA 2: "Ow! You little brat!" *grabs at her*
Lucy: *yawns* "Atsushi, the balloons go in the closet..."
*FWOOP*
*a tear in space opens up above Lucy*
aya: ??!!
*a balloon-design closet appears in the tear--and drops like an anvil on top of CLA 2's head*
CLA 2: X____X "..." *collapses on top of Aya*
aya:...woah.
Lucy: "Zzz...Giant panda, no, use the fork and spoon..."
*more portals out of Anne's Room open--dumping contents on top of CLAs*
CLA 1: "..." <I am not here for this buffoonery...> *throws Lucy over their shoulder, covering her mouth*
aya: HEY!!
CLA 1: *leaps with Lucy up the wall--a tail poking out of their outfit, within Aya's reach*
aya: *YOINK!*
CLA 1: "?!!!" <Unhand me!> *slithering up the wall, dragging Aya with them*
aya: let her go!
CLA 1: <Begone...> *swings the tail--knocking Aya into the air conditioning unit on the rooftop*
aya: *YELP*
CLA 1: *swings until flinging Aya away--and off the roof*
aya: !!!
*the scenery around her changes from brick walls to...checkerboard patterns*
aya: huh?
*she's in Anne's Room...but the gravity is all reversed*
aya: *she grabs a hold of a toy soldier's gun*
Toy Soldier: O_O *the arms snap off with the gun* "..." *looks down at its missing hands*
*more portals open up--showing a couple at a restaurant, a bathtub, and someone drinking milk out of the carton--*
Joker: "..." *wipes milk off his mouth* "There's something you don't see every day..."
*one portal shows CLA 1 slithering to a vehicle to unload Lucy*
aya: !?!?! *JUMPS IN*
CLA 1: *drops Lucy into the back* *to the driver* <Get going.>
aya: HI-YAH!
CLA 1: "?!!!" <What the-->
-POW-
CLA 1: X_X *KO'ed* *falls, with a slow hiiiiiiiiiss noise...*
*but the vehicle is getting away...*
aya: *looking around*
*there's a bike...*
aya: *hops on and pedals to the metal*
*in the vehicle*
CLA 3: <This girl managed to transport all of the shipment into some extra dimension. She was formerly in the Guild.>
???: is that right?
CLA 3: <Yes. But nothing the informant gave us told us how to get the shipment out of that space...> *holds up a pair of pliers* <We'll need to convince her...>
-THUNK-
???: what was that?
aya: *hanging on for dear life*
CLA 3: *looks in the rearview mirror* "?!! We got a gremlin on the van!"
aya: LET ME IIIIIN!!
CLA 3: *growls--turns left, moving into the left lane where oncoming traffic is coming at Aya...*
aya: O-O;
Spirit: *driving his car--and seeing Aya on the side* "?!!!" *slams the brakes, swerving out of the way*
aya: OHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCKOHFUCK!!
Spirit: "SHIT SHIT SHIT--"
*crashes into a light post*
Spirit: *face-first into airbag* "..." *pokes it with his scythe* "..." *dials 911*
aya: SORRY!
CLA 3: "..." <Get her off the van, now.>
Lucy: *still sleep-murmuring* "Nggh...No, I don't care if you're a skunk, you can't have tea with the tiger..." *snores*
*in a police car*
Minoura: *listening to the radio* "??? A van with a little girl on the side? Are these people high?"
*then the van passes--*
aya: MY FRIEND IS BEING KIDNAPPED!
Minoura: "?!!" *turns on the sirens* "Damn Death City wackiness..." *follows*
CLA 5: *holding a chain scythe--climbs the van roof, aiming at Aya*
aya: D8
CLA 5: *hurls it--*
*a portal opens up in front of Aya--*
CLA 5: *pulls back the scythe--which has stabbed through a teddy bear* "...?"
aya: thank you deus ex machina!
CLA 3: <What is happening up there?!>
Lucy: *yawns, sits up, stretches* =_______= "My neck hurts...This pillow is as hard as a rock." *looks around*
Lucy: "... ... ... ... ..."
*the van shakes*
Lucy: "WHAT THE HECK IS GOING ON HERE?!!!"
aya: WOAH!
Minoura: *on megaphone* "Attention van driving recklessly! You are under arrest! Pull over or--"
*ninja stars fling into the megaphone, knocking it out of his hand*
Minoura: "?!!!"
Lucy: *looks out the window--and spots Aya* "?!! Aya!"
aya: LITTLE HELP HERE?!
Lucy: "R-Right! Just give me a second to--"
CLA 3: *aims a dart--*
*CLA 3 wasn't looking and hits a speed bump--*
CLA 3: *swallows the dart* "... ... ..." *passes out* X_X
Lucy: *bounces with the bump* "AAH!"
aya: ACK!
Lucy: "!!!" *opens the door, pulling Aya inside*
aya: oh jeez! now what?
CLA 5: *hops back in, menacingly approaching with the scythe chain*
Lucy: "What is even happening here?"
*the van is approaching the highway...CLA 3's asleep foot is on the gas...*
Minoura: *racing after the van...*
aya: ok....i may have a plan. it's probably really stupid, so unless you have a better idea, just hear me out...
Lucy: @~@ "I'm still groggy, so talk fast!"
aya: on the signal, we bum rush this creep and jump!
Lucy: *nods* "Okay..."
aya: ok....one...two.....NOW!
CLA 5: *tosses the scythe*
Lucy: *battle cry*
aya: HYAAAAAAH!!!
Lucy: *tackles CLA 5*
CLA 5: "?!!"
aya: JUMP!
Lucy: *follows*
-slow-mo jump and screaming-
CLA 5: *slow mo* "Get back here, you--" *sees the van heading to the barrier of the highway* "Oh fu--"
Lucy: *grabs Aya's hand* "Hang on!"
*the van goes over the highway--*
Minoura: "?!!!" *slams the brakes*
-SLAM-
aya: *face pressed up against the cop car's front window*.....ow.
Lucy: @~@ *slow SQUEAK sound as she falls down to the hood*
*behind them, the van has crashed into the canal...a duck is pecking at CLA 3's hair*
-elsewhere-
sayaka: and then nagisa trapped some of homura’s bombs in her bubbles and when they got close- BOOM! double damage!
Crona: O_O; "Oh my."
kyouko: i'm still sore. *stretches* hey soul! you got pizza rolls?
homura: *documenting her notes*
Damon: "Oh, can we have some, too!"
soul: ok, one big batch of pizza rolls coming on up!
Damon: "Do you do this often? Fighting those--um...what are they?"
homura: the technical term for the main monsters are 'wraiths'. while the smaller ones are 'familiars' or 'minions'.
sayaka: not to be confused with those little yellow dudes in overalls.
homura: -_-;
mami: they usually appear for two main reasons; one of which is occasional time-space rifts between our world and an alternate world.
becky: so are they like kishin eggs?
mami: well, i suppose they are, but at the same time they arent. but the presence of wraiths can cause imbalance in the natural magical energy of the universe, and so we puella magi go in and correct the issue and stabilize the balance. think of it as technicians fixing a breaker.
homura: however, we cant afford to be careless; if our soul gems become completely dark mid-battle, we revert back to our normal form, leaving us vulnerable until it's cleaned.
becky: wow, being a magical girl is way different than i thought it was.
homura: *side glance* you have no idea.
Damon: ._. "...Can we go back to 'alternate world'? Like, a multiverse?"
sayaka: ^^; wwwhy dont we play some smash bros, huh?
Damon: -_-#
homura: yes, that sounds excellent.
Damon: *sighs* "Okay..."
-elsewhere-
*Izumi's phone rings*
izumi: ??? *checks it*
*phone call from Unknown number*
izumi: ??? ....
???: "Is this Izumi Albarn?"
izumi: yes?
???: "This is Detective Minoura with the Death City Police."
izumi: is something wrong?
Minoura: "Well, your dad's going to be late picking you up..."
Spirit: *sobbing over the hood of his car*
izumi: did something happen??!!
Minoura: "Your father is fine--just some cuts from a car crash, no fatalities--"
izumi: WHAT?!?!?
Minoura: "He wants you to stay put at the DWMA until he can get a police ride over, once the EMT finish--"
izumi: WHAT HAPPENED?!
lukas: izumi?
Minoura: "It's...a bit of a long story, and we're investigating what exactly happened--"
Saria: "???"
-elsewhere-
Kunikida: *running* *looking around the street*
aya: and then she got kidnapped by these sneople!
cop-chan: what?
aya: snake people! sneople!
Lucy: *holding an ice pack to her head* "I don't remember much after passing out..." *her neck is bandaged*
Kunikida: "!!! AYA!"
aya: !! kunikida! over here!
Kunikida: *stomps over* "..." *picks her up in a hug*
aya: !!
Kunikida: "Thank goodness you're okay..." *then holds her, shaking her by the shoulders* "HOW DID YOU GET THIS INJURED?! DID YOU BLOCK?!!"
-aya explains what happened to the best of her ability-
Kunikida: "...I knew this mission was not for you--the Crimson Lotus are not to be trifled with."
aya: but i saved lucy, didnt i?!
Lucy: "Darn right! Aya packed a punch, Kunikida--" *swings her arm while holding the ice to her head* "--popping through portals and even having a toy soldier's gun!"
Kunikida: "... ... ...How hard did you hit your head?"
aya: ...welllll....
Lucy: >~< "I know what I saw! Just ask all those bystanders, like that man!"
Spirit: *sobbing still over his car*
Kunikida: "... ... ...That man does not seem to be in the right emotional state."
-elsewhere-
Yosano: *staring at an invitation* "...Huh. Guess I'm taking off that day."
kirako: what is it?
Yosano: "A wedding invite."
kirako: ooh!
Yosano: *fans the invitation* "That means a new outfit~"
-elsewhere-
tachihara:....she was just.....eating.....a whole fucking tomato.....that gremlin is anything but normal!!
Pushkin: "You should see her with an onion."
tachihara:......WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH YOU PEOPLE?!?!
Pushkin: "??? What? We don't judge you and your stupid nose-bandage."
tachihara:...it's not stupid.
Pushkin: "How long have you had a cut under there? Or is it to open up your nasal passages? Please don't tell me you wear it to look cool."
tachihara: none of your business.....
katya:....*pulls out eggplant*
tachihara: what are you doing?
katya: *starts eating it while maintaining eye contact*
tachihara: stop that!
katya: *advances toward him*
Pushkin: *snickers*
tachihara: g-get away from me! *RUNS*
katya: *SPRINTS AFTER HIM*
gin:.......i'd scold you both if this wasnt absolutely hilarious.
Pushkin: "Are we growing on you?"
gin: dont push your luck.
Pushkin: QwQ " 'Kay..."
-elsewhere-
Daisy: "Filing is done..." *falls on top of her desk* =______= "Please tell me it's 5 o'clock."
eckleburg: *glances at the clock*
*it's only 3:45*
Daisy: *face down* *GROAN*
eckleburg:.... ^^; would you like some coffee?
Daisy: "..." *thumbs up, not even looking*
eckleburg: ok. one coffee coming right up.
Daisy: "...Thanks, Teej."
-elsewhere-
Axel: =~= "I hate this heat. Hit me up with a slushee, my good sir."
Hyde: *sets down the cup* "Pick your poison, buddy."
zeke: blueberry please.
Hyde: "Good choice--we just repaired it--" *shouts at a layabout customer* "NO FREE REFILLS, YOU THIEF!"
Emine: "..." *fills it up again*
kirika: tch- amateur.
Hyde: "ARE YOU KIDDING ME?! HOW WOULD YOU LIKE IT IF I WENT TO YOUR PLACE AND STOLE ALL YOUR SHIT?!!"
kirika: simple, i'd break both your legs.
Hyde: "I'd rip off my legs and beat you with them!"
Axel: OwO;
Emine: "..." *slides a candy bar into his pocket*
-elsewhere-
maki: *aggressively making omelets*
Anya: ._____.;
Meme: "Could I have onions in mine?"
maki: SURE THING!
Anya: "Goodness, is this 'aggro'? Or 'hangry'?"
tsugumi: are you sure you're alright?
maki: OF COURSE! NEVER, BETTER!! OwO##
Anya: "..."
Meme: ^^; "Have you talked to your bro?"
-elsewhere-
Takehisa: *stares at the empty desk*
shinra: she'll be back soon, right?
Takehisa: "She has been reassigned."
shinra:.....
Arthur: "But we want her back now--"
Takehisa: "NOT. NOW."
-elsewhere-
Spirit: "And then this rassafrassing van was coming at me!"
izumi: ....
Spirit: "....Sorry."
izumi: it's fine...im just glad you're ok...
Spirit: *nods* "These things can be fixed...Lives can't."
izumi:......
Minoura: *pulls over* "Here you are."
izumi: thank you officer.
Minoura: -_-# "Detective...."
izumi: r-right! right!
Spirit: "Thank you." *hands his card over* "We'll be in touch."
-elsewhere-
Yumi: *sets Shiori down in bed*
shiori: *yaaawn*
Yumi: "Sleep well, sweetie." *forehead kiss*
-morning-
Vulcan: *working in the garage* "The ride should be ready after breakfast...You're going to the 2nd today?"
Akitaru: "Yes. Thanks for doing this..."
nozomi: do you want me to come with, sir?
Akitaru: *nods* "Sure thing--we need you and Viktor to explain your findings better than me or the Lieutenant could."
nozomi: right...
Takehisa: *cooking breakfast* "..." *he's letting the hashbrowns burn...*
*smoke is coming out of the kitchen*
tamaki: *SPRAYS HIM DOWN WITH THE FIRE EXTINGUISHER*
Takehisa: *covered in foam...removes his glasses, revealing skin under the foam*
Akitaru: "?! Hinawa, what the hell?!"
Takehisa: "I was distracted."
-elsewhere-
maki:........
Anya: "Oh, that uniform looks absolutely common--congratulations!"
maki: OwO# why THANK you anya!!
Anya: ^^; "And I see you're wide awake...And no one has made coffee yet..."
Meme: *nudges Anya in the ribs*
Anya: "??? Meme, are you okay? Muscle spasms?"
Meme: "..." *nudges again* "Yes."
-elsewhere-
Honda: "TODAY, WE WILL BE INVITING MEMBERS OF THE 8TH TO OUR BASE--SO I WANT OUR BASE TO LOOK SPOTLESS!"
soldiers: SIR YES SIR!
Hajiki: "I got my toothbrush ready, sir."
*thundering footsteps are heard--then a BONK on the ceiling*
???: "OW!"
Honda: "???" *looks at his watch* "Oh, he's early..."
hito: ??
Danro: *ducks under the overhang* "Ah, Honda--you need to raise the ceiling around here..."
hito: ._.;
Hajiki: "...What the hell happened to Juggernaut?! HE GOT SUPER OLD!"
Danro: "... ... ..." Q_Q;
hito: -_-; noto's right beside you, haijiki.
Takeru: O_O;
Haijiki: *GASP* "DOPPLEGANGERS!"
Honda: "J-Just come with me--we'll talk in private, away from buffoonery."
-elsewhere-
Sasori: *kneels down* "The Knights of the Purple Smoke are at your disposal."
Ritsu: "As I know~"
orochi:.....
Ritsu: "Here is the map where to lure our new 'fuel.' Be sure these are the only entrances into the Nether that are open--all others must remain closed at this time."
-elsewhere-
Hibana: "Morning." *picks up the newspaper* "Did the repairperson fix the espresso machine?"
Rino: *holding a crowbar over the espresso machine, huffing and puffing*
ryuuko: it's a work in progress. oh, my parents are going to be hosting a fundraiser dinner and invited you to attend.
Hibana: "Lovely--thank your parents for the invitation. When?"
-elsewhere-
Asher: *waiting at the bus stop* "So, how long's your dad's car in the shop?"
izumi: for about a few days i guess.
Asher: "Sucks."
izumi: well, do you have any plans for the summer?
Asher: "Avoid the heat, go to the library--they have air conditioning."
izumi: ah. well, my parents wedding is coming up, so....did you want to maybe, i dunno...go as a plus-1?
Asher: "... ... ...Sure."
izumi: really?
Asher: "They got food, right?" *small smirk*
izumi: ...*small smile* yeah.
Asher: "Cool. ...I'm rocking that tuxedo t-shirt."
-elsewhere-
Pushkin: *getting measured* "We got to talk about the color of the suit, though--that yellow is going to burn my retinas, man."
Motojiro: *also getting measured* Q____Q "I can do this...I can do this...I AM SCARED OUT OF MY WITS."
hirotsu: try to relax, gentlemen.
Tachihara: *looking at ties* "And they call us criminals--these prices are nuts."
naoya: *checking out suits* hmmm…
Chuuya: "The vest is a good touch on this one."
naoya: totes.
Chuuya: "I hope the girls get good outfits--Miyuri was screaming with excitement."
-elsewhere-
miyuri: WOOOOW! they're all so pretty!!
Gin: -______- "None of this looks like 'me.'"
katya: same, im not really one for dresses.
Kouyou: "Child, stand still--we need to get you dressed."
miyuri: ok grandma!
Dress Maker: ^^;;; "You excited for the big day, Miss Leo?"
leo: y-yes...is it perhaps possible to get a dress with a stretchier fabric? *rubs her stomach*
Dress Maker: "Trust me, I specialize in this." *picks up a fabric--it glows for a second and stretches* "See? My gift..."
leo: oh!
higuchi: so then you're....
Dress Maker: "Carlyle."
leo: it's a pleasure to meet you.
-elsewhere-
Kunikida: "And you are not getting out of my sight--today, it's paperwork, all day!"
aya: TT3TT
Lucy: "You are way too high strung..."
Kunikida: "And you have paperwork, too!"
Lucy: TT3TT
kirako: kunikida, perhaps you're being a little too hard on them?
Kunikida: "Finishing paperwork is part of the job--if they want missions, this is a good learning experience."
Dazai: *whispers to Aya* "Then just get the next flunkie to do the work _for_ you!"
aya: *CHOP*
Dazai: "OW!"
Lucy: "Serves you right!" *holds up a file labeled 'Dazai'* "Do your own rotten paperwork!" *throws it at him*
aya: and pay your stupid tab!
Lucy: *smirks*
Dazai: Q_Q "President, can we retroactively remove people from the Agency--"
fukuzawa: -_-;
Tanizaki: ^^; "In any case, there are more missions that need addressing, since we'll be short some people this week."
-elsewhere-
maki: *sitting at a desk, giving off a rather frightening aura*
Sushimasa: *humming to himself, carrying tea* "Oh, our newest recruit! Welcome, Miss Oz--"
maki: *HEAD SNAPS TO LOOK AT HIM* OH! he-LLO Lt General!! Owo##
Sushimasa: "... ... ..." *dumps tea into a nearby potted plant--and shuffles back into the wall* "H-Hi!" ^^;;;;;;;;; "H-How are you adapting?"
maki: im....just....FINE! ^^####
Sushimasa: *stares at claw marks on Maki's desk* "...GREAT! I JUST REMEMBERED I LEFT MY GRANDMOTHER IN THE DISHWASHER--EXCUSE ME!" *runs away screaming*
maki:......*grumbles*
captain: so that's general oze's daughter, huh?
Colleague: *nods* "Yeah--quite a catch, isn't she?"
captain:.....sure hiraoka, whatever you say *sweatdrop*
Hiraoka: "Watch this..." *saunters up to Maki's desk, rests an elbow on it* "Hello, there--"
maki: *GLAAAAAAAAARE*
Hiraoka: "... ... ..." ("HOT BUT CRAZY EYES.") *stands upright* "CAPTAIN HIRAOKA, REPORTING FOR DUTY!" *salutes*
maki: how....NICE! ^^####
Hiraoka: "WE ARE HAPPY TO HAVE YOU HERE! IF I CAN BE OF ANY ASSISTANCE, PLEASE DO NOT HESITATE TO ASK!" (*screaming internally*)
-elsewhere-
Viktor: *looking out the Matchbox window at the 2nd* "A very...bellicose base."
nozomi: i'd suppose so... ^^
Akitaru: *steps out* "You okay? Your driving seemed off today."
Takehisa: "I am fine."
*the Matchbox has a Stop sign wedged in the front--and someone slammed against it like an ornament*
nozomi:.... *exits*
Mineta: *muffled screaming against the hood*
nozomi: EEP!
Akitaru: "..."
Takehisa: "..." *picks up Mineta by the head--and slams him into a nearby trash can*
Viktor: OwO;
Akitaru: >_> "No-Nozomi, let's just get inside."
Haijiki: *sweeping in the front*
nozomi: *follows*
*everyone is dressed in military uniforms*
Viktor: "Jeez, I feel underdressed--maybe I should've put on the jumpsuit if walking into this place..."
officer: commander oubi, i presume?
Akitaru: *salutes* "Yes, hello. Commander Honda summoned us."
officer: right this way...
-elsewhere-
detective: takigi?
Takigi: *staring intently at maps, photographs, crime reports*
detective: shouldnt you be taking it easy? you sustained a lot of damage after all...
Takigi: *looks up* "Oh! Sorry, didn't see you--" *puts down the files* "Forget that--I'm built to recover. But you--how are you holding up?"
detective: doing better, thanks to you.
Takigi: *nods* "Good...Was getting worried--parents came by, girlfriend came by, had heard you were already released but hadn't seen you..."
detective: sorry i didnt come by sooner, had to see the family, you know?
Takigi: "...Yeah. Still working on that."
*his phone shows numerous dialed calls to 'Maki'*
detective:...
Takigi: "...Well, onto more important news: what is left of that lab?"
detective: hardly anything worthwhile...
Takigi: "..." *crumbles up a wad of paper with one hand--aims at the waste basket* "A secret organization, willing to kill its own and anyone who finds them...and destroy the evidence." *toss* *the paper lands in the waste basket*
detective: your sister's one tough cookie to face off with these maniacs...
Takigi: *frowns, balls up another paper* "It's that Hinawa bastard who pulled her into that hell..." *toss--and misses*
-elsewhere-
Yohei: "Be a good boy for the doctor--this is just to check you out."
toru: >~<
Dr. John: "What a brave boy he is..." *picks Toru's foot up carefully*
toru: >~~<
Dr. John: "..." *tickle* "This little piggy--"
toru: !! hehe!
Yohei: "See? Doc is full of laughs..."
Dr. John: "Reflexes are good for a child his age."
-elsewhere-
Kepuri: *in a junkyard* "Okay, catch!" *tosses a hunk of metal*
mana: woah!
Shotaro: *catches it* "This is the coolest thing ever! ...What is it?"
Kepuri: "It will be a new jet engine--after some modifying." *tosses down a rope, scaling down the junk*
mana:...should we really be here?
Kepuri: "??? What? The guy who usually does this is busy today--and isn't returning texts."
mana: *sweatdrop* riiiight...
Shotaro: "So breaking the law and stealing stuff is a good deed if it helps someone else who was going to break the law do it?"
Kepuri: "See? Shotaro gets it. Be like Shotaro, Mana." *head pat*
mana: -_-; *looks toward the building*
Shotaro: OwO "All those animal heads..." *moves* "I wanna touch..."
-elsewhere-
maki:.....
-phone buzzes-
naho: [hey maki! hope you're ok! QAQ]
Naomi: [same! we <3 u!]
maki: ....*sad smile* [hanging in there as best as i can. havent stabbed anyone, so so far so good.]
Naomi: [u need us to come down there and show them who's boss?]
maki: [it's fine, wouldnt want you two getting in trouble on my behalf]
Naomi: [maybe meet up when things get less stupid?]
maki: [i'd like that. tsugumi's letting me stay at her dorm till things cool down]
Naomi: [neat! like a big sleepover]
naho: [cool! if ur hosting a party, maybe i can see if otogii, lila, or the others want to come with. not higan tho. no old geezers allowed >3<]
Naomi: [kyoka would love it]
maki: [cool, maybe we could invite tamaki too, kana misses her.]
Naomi: [yuuuuuus! kyoka likes her too]
naho: [yay!]
-elsewhere-
nozomi: ._. .....m-mr....honda?
Honda: *his head is wedged into a hole in the ceiling high up--he shouts down* "HELLO! CAN YOU HEAR ME DOWN THERE?!"
Danro: *epic eyebrows of confusion*
nozomi: .____.;;;;;;;;
Viktor: OwO ("His cranium...It's super-powerful!")
Akitaru: "...YES! GOOD TO SEE YOU AGAIN, GUSTAV! HOW ARE YOU?!"
Honda: "PRETTY GOOD! NOW, COULD OUR TWO FORENSICS EXPERTS PLEASE EXPLAIN TO MY SUBORDINATES?"
nozomi: r-right! *gets her notes in order* let's see here... ah, yes- the nether...
Viktor: *pulls out a small box from his lab coat, sets it down--and it projects onto the wall* "The map of the Nether."
*one lieutenant is watching*
Ayabe: "..."
Viktor: "Initially, we assumed the Nether was limited to just this one subway station, abandoned and now quarantined. After our research, we have determined that the Nether is more widesprea--"
*CRASH*
nozomi: !!!!!
Honda: *has landed on the floor, his head stuck in the cracked cement* "...Don't mind me--please proceed."
Viktor: "...We...think the Nether is actually a number of disparate locations, like a spider-web, so the Hoods could be in any of a number of underground locations."
nozomi: r-right. over the years, most parts of the nether have been caved in, given new subway systems and other pathways.
Viktor: *nods* "All giving the Hoods cover to appear and disappear without being noticed."
Ayabe: "Too many sites to search one at a time...Sir, this needs a simultaneous attack."
Honda: "Hmm..."
nozomi: general oze, your son, takigi, was researching one area, from what i gathered in the reports, is this true?
Danro: "..." *grave nod* "That location was bombed, caving in any path in or out."
nozomi: hmm, though looking at the map of the underground, there could be some overlapping connections to the nether that are still open, so perhaps we can investigate them.
Honda: "And the 8th knows those paths better than my team, while the 2nd has the numbers you'll need to guide us."
nozomi: right.
Ayabe: "I propose one member of the 8th to guide a team of 2nd soldiers."
hito: that would make the most sense.
Akitaru: "Agreed--and I want one nun per team, too, to put those suffering at peace."
Ayabe: "Why? What difference does it make, if it's to kill those Infernals?"
Akitaru: "..."
jonas: ......
Honda: "*ahem* "I will make sure to notify the troops about tomorrow's mission."
-elsewhere-
Hirotsu: *has a stack of books in his study, sipping tea as he jots notes*
-knock-
tachihara: gramps? you in there?
Hirotsu: *places a bookmark* "Yes. Come in."
tachihara: *enters* wow, nice place you got in here. a lot spacier than the last place you had.
Hirotsu: *nods* "I'm still in need of filling out the library." *seems to be a collection of books on his desk--philosophy, art, literature, religion*
tachihara: .....cool knick-knacks. this is...um, taishou era decor, right?
Hirotsu: "...Good eye."
tachihara: hey, just cause im a punk doesnt mean i cant be a little bit cultured, y'know?
Hirotsu: "I didn't doubt it. You don't bring it up, though."
tachihara: ....soo whatcha reading there?
Hirotsu: "I was hitting a wall writing the wedding officiation, so I thought reading my library may help...I'm afraid I'm at an impasse--it feels like it's all been said."
tachihara: ah...
Hirotsu: *small smile* "This volume of love poems...Seemed a little hokey. I was so stumped I even tried Heidegger--that was a mistake, what was I thinking."
tachihara: ....if you think im jealous, im not, ok?
Hirotsu: "??? Jealous of whom?"
tachihara: ....*sigh* it's kinda complicated....i mean, yeah, leo's like, banging hot as fuck, but, she seems better of with kajii, even if this is _kajii_ we're talking about, she'd probably never be too interested in me anyway. and....i guess im a bit jealous of gin, for beating me to the punch...*sigh*
Hirotsu: *ahem* "Yes, well..." ^^; "I know you won't refer to the bride as, um, 'banging,' but it is important to acknowledge these feelings, even as you are obviously accepting what has happened."
tachihara: yeah, yeah, i guess.......maybe, im just scared to make a move, so every time i like someone, they get picked up by someone else. im a real fucking coward, arent i?
Hirotsu: "No, no--everyone has their own pace. But if you see an opportunity, well, it can't hurt to say hello, yes? Just, you know, respectfully."
tachihara:...guess you're right....well, im gonna go down to the quik-e-mart for some stuff, maybe pick up a sandwich somewhere or something, you want anything?
Hirotsu: "...Tea biscuits."
-elsewhere-
Justin: ._.; "M-Me?"
lord death: yes justin, you.
marie: im sure you'll do great!
Justin: "...I-I won't let you down, sir!" *SCREAMING INSIDE*
-elsewhere-
*frogs are all over the grass*
Jacqueline: *looks out the cottage's window* "...?"
kim: i'll call eruka.
Jacqueline: "Good call...Wonder what brings them here."
Frog: *hops onto the windowsill...stares*
kim: well, maybe it's the creek in the backyard.
Jacqueline: "The weather can't be that bad there...Unless something scared them out."
kim:...i'll go have a look.
Jacqueline: "Okay..."
*frogs stare at Kim's movement*
kim: (i swear, if that short-ass kappa is back selling his wares again...)
*something is splashing in the creek...*
kim: *looks*
*giggling is heard*
kim: hey!
*there are sprites playing in the creek, splashing each other--and chasing after the remaining frogs*
Frog: Q_Q *hop hop*
kim: oi! oi!
sprite: *looks up*
Sprite 2: *pops up out of the water--with a fish in their mouth*
kim: what are you doing here?
sprite 3: wouldnt _you_ like to know!
Sprite 4: *scoops up water in their hands--and drops it on top of Kim*
kim: hey! why you little-
Sprite 4: "Hee hee hee! Play with us! Play with us!"
eruka: heeey! *flying in on her broomstick* WOAH! *CRASHES INTO A TREE* ack!
Sprite 2: "..." *spits out the fish* "...Bad landing."
Sprite 4: OwO "Did she die?"
eruka: you are disturbing the wildlife!!
Sprite 2: -_- "You're disturbing our fun."
kim: _why_ are you even here?
Sprite 4: "We were boooooooooooooored and got kicked out of the last body of water, and these yucky frogs were in the way!"
eruka: EX-SCUSE YOU?!
Sprite 2: "She said 'yucky frogs,' you yucky frog." *picks up another fish--and shoves it all into her mouth in one disgusting gulp*
eruka: *GLAAAAARE*
Sprite 4: *picks up Eruka's hat* *imitates her voice* "EXCUSE YOU! BWA HA HA!" >w<
-what happens next is rather terrifying-
Sprite 2: Q__________Q
Sprite 4: *screaming in the distance*
kim:...eruka holy fuck.
Jacqueline: *runs up* "Wh-What happened?!" *has a frog on her head*
eruka: ^w^ justice.
Frog: "..." *hops off of Jacqueline's head and back into the creek...a sprite's wing floats by them*
kim: she just....exploded them. that seems a bit....unethical. ._.;
Jacqueline: "...Understatement. And kind of messy."
-elsewhere-
Vulcan: "So, what do you think?"
lisa:....
Vulcan: "..." *nods* "Yeah, I kind of figured. It's totally fine to not go."
lisa: i...
Vulcan: "..." *offers his hand*
lisa:...i want to help, somehow...
Vulcan: "Well, how about the new radio?"
lisa: yeah...i could do that...
Vulcan: *smiles, nods* "Great--I know the team will appreciate it."
-elsewhere-
sonia:.....
Chuuya: "Sonia? Dinnertime."
sonia: oh, right, ok....
{sonia: *following chuuya out of the tunnel* .........(he's been really quiet...) }
{Chuuya: "..." *looks down at her*}
{sonia:...mr chuuya....did you...love mama?}
{Chuuya: "..." *gulps* "Why are you asking me something like that..."}
{sonia: .......*covers her eyes* b-bright....}
{Chuuya: "..."}
{*something falls onto her head*}
{sonia: ??? w-what is that?}
{higuchi:...it's the sun.}
{*he's put his hat on her head...*}
{sonia:... *hugs him*....papa...}
sonia:....
*his hat is on the hat-rack...he's in an apron, setting food onto the table*
sonia:...thank you, papa...
Chuuya: *smiles* "You're welcome. Did I forget anything? Want more vegetables?"
sonia:...*hug* thank you...for saving me that day.....
Chuuya: "??? ..." *hug* "Happy to..."
miyuri: ~?
Chuuya: "..." *pulls in Miyuri*
miyuri: ^^
Chuuya: "Love you both..."
miyuri: ^w^
Chuuya: "So, you hungry?"
-elsewhere-
Yoh: =_= *yawns...looks out a window...sees lights outside from the plane* O_O;
flight attendant: <did you enjoy your nap, sir?>
Yoh: <WHERE AM I AND WHO ARE YOU?!> *pulls out a book labeled 'Commendations'* <WHERE WAS I GOING?!>
flight attendant: ^^;
Pilot: *over intercom* <Attention, passengers, this is your pilot speaking. We're about another 2 hours away from Los Angeles Airport-->
Yoh: "... ... ..." <Oh! Mana!>
-elsewhere-
Poe: "???" *gets down on all fours, looking at some square outline on the wall along the carpet* "..." *tugs at the square--as it falls open* "?!"
lana: edgar? what are you doing? ._.;
Poe: "I think I found a crawl space in this old house, wallpapered over..." *tries to poke his head in* "I'm afraid I'm not the size for it..." *looks at Lana* "..." *looks up and down* "..." .\\\.; "I'm afraid you're too big as well..."
lana: ^^;
Karl: *pokes his head in--and crawls inside*
Poe: D8>
*scratching is heard inside*
lana: ??
Karl: *yipping, scampering back*
Poe: "KARL!"
*Karl dives out of the crawl space--before a growl is heard inside the crawl space*
Karl: *climbs up to Poe's head, cowering*
lana: .___.;; um...
Poe: "What the devil could be in there--"
*a paw reaches out, scratching*
lana: oh!
Poe: "EEEEEK!" *hides behind Lana*
lana: is that...a cat?
*the cat's head pops up in the crawl space, hissing*
lana: ._.;
Poe: *shivering*
Cat: *stares at Lana* "... ... ..." *sniff*
lana: hey, i think this is the neighbor's cat...
Cat: "..." *hobbles out...falls onto Lana's feet*
lana: ah! he's hurt!
Poe: Q_Q "I'll call the vet..."
-elsewhere-
ManBearFix: *bleeding in the infirmary, holding a clump of hair in his hand* "I SAID THE OTHER GUY STARTED IT!" *turns to Mimeca* "BACK ME UP ON THIS!"
mimeca: *nod nod*
Dr. Sasaki: "Uh huh...Which is why you decided Long-Hair Luke needed a haircut...by pulling his hair out in clumps?"
ManBearFix: -n- "You didn't hear what he said about Mimeca."
mimeca: >n< *shakes fist*
Dr. Sasaki: "That's no excuse for causing more problems with my specimens..."
ManBearFix: "...'Patients'?"
Dr. Sasaki: "Right, what did I say?" *uses another limb to grab a syringe*
-elsewhere-
maki:.....*fiddling with an 8 sigil* ...
Secretary: *fixing her makeup with a mirror* "Perfect!"
maki:...*sigh*
Death the Kid: Secretary: *smiles* "Any plans this evening, Maki?"
maki:....not really.
Secretary: "Well, I hope you're not putting in overtime--this job is killer for letting us have a flexible schedule, time off..."
maki:.....
*a cup of water on the desk starts to ripple with vibrations...*
maki: *glares upwards*
Danro: "Good evening, Maki-chan..."
Secretary: O_O; ("...THE BOSS CALLED HER '-CHAN'?!")
maki: .......
Danro: "I hope your first day went well...I was going home for dinner."
maki:...you sure seem satisfied....is it because your little kitten came to 'where she belongs'? *glares coldly*
Secretary: >_>; "...Welp, I'm heading out! Bye-ee!" *runs*
Danro: "..." *clears his throat* "If you have any problems with work, please direct them to your superior officer in a formal request...If that's all..."
maki: hmph....
Danro: "..." *nods* "Good night..." *marches into his office*
maki:.....*fiddling with the 8 sigil*
{maki: you want me to infiltrate the army?}
{Akitaru: "The army wouldn't be recalling you if they didn't know something else about that attack in the Nether."}
{maki: you think they know something we dont?}
{Akitaru: *nods* "And this recall is an invitation for the 8th to do its job, to act as internal affairs and make sure the Hoods have not infiltrated the military."}
{maki: why couldnt the captain do this?}
{Akitaru: "Well, the recall order was to you, the captain was expelled from the military, and--"}
{Takehisa: *in a ninja outfit*}
{Akitaru: "... ... ...His disguises suck."}
{maki: .....}
{Takehisa: "...Maki, this is important. Only you can do it."}
maki:....*sigh*
-elsewhere-
Relan: *hands the money over* "Thanks--sorry for such a big delivery, but our resident chef has been out of service for a bit."
Hyde: *in a pizza delivery outfit* "Hey, I get paid either way."
Vulcan: "So, tomorrow's the big day..." *passes out plates*
shinra: yeah.....
Viktor: "Have your wills ready and know what to do with your remains. I'm donating my corpse to science!" *nom* ^w^
Relan: "..." *looks at Shinra and Iris* "Be safe..." *rubs his arm cast*
shinra:...we will.
Iris: *nods* "And we have larger numbers than last time..."
Petra: "Tch..." *picks toppings off her slice of pizza with a fork*
-elsewhere-
Kunikida: *asleep in bed*
{Kunikida: *wanders through a dark tunnel, holding onto his firearm* "..."}
{???:....i will.....protect big brother.........}
{-a child is there, her back facing kunikida-}
{Kunikida: "..." *lowers his gun, tenses* "No..."}
{-the child looks back.....her head dangling off her neck, only attacked by a bit of skin-}
{Kunikida: *he drops the gun, then falls to his knees, staring in disbelief*}
{-the child smiles.....her grin stretching unnaturally as blood drips from her empty eye sockets-}
{Kunikida: "STOP! I DIDN'T MEAN FOR THIS TO HAPPEN!"}
{????: wHy diD Y oU lET mE DIEEEEE???}
{Kunikida: "I-I don't know! I couldn't reach you--"}
{-the child starts twitching erratically.....before lunging at him at top speed-}
{Kunikida: *SCREAMS*}
*he feels something cold hit the back of his neck*
Kunikida: *wakes up in a cold sweat, screaming*
aya: *still asleep* zzzzzz
Kunikida: *quietly panting...shaking*
-it's quiet...-
Kunikida: "..." *throws off the sheets, goes into the bathroom, splashes water on his face...pants* "..." *looks in the mirror...he doesn't have his glasses on*
Kunikida: "..." *grabs his coat, puts it on, steps outside*
-it's a warm summer evening, but looks like tomorrow could be a bit rainy-
Kunikida: "..." *looks up at the moonlight...traces its glow down to the courtyard--*
Dazai: " 'Ello!"
*Dazai is stuck in a barrel*
Kunikida: "... ... ..."
Dazai: "So, I hate to repeat the same suicide attempts--"
Kunikida: "Or jokes." -_-#
Dazai: ^^; "Little help?"
-after he is freed-
dazai: *streeeetch* you'd think i'd have learned my lesson after the first time. haha!
Kunikida: "When do you learn anything?" *rubs his eyes*
dazai: =3= .....you look like you couldnt sleep.
Kunikida: "...I would say that's obvious when I'm not asleep. But yes, I was troubled."
dazai: care to let doctor dazai listen to your troubles~? *laying seductively on the grass*
Kunikida: "... ... ...What kind of doctor sexually harasses their patients? And don't say Yosano--or she really will kill you."
dazai: *GASP* oh kunikida! you wound me!
Kunikida: "...Not the worst I could do."
dazai:...seriously though, do you want to talk about it?
Kunikida: "...Just a bad memory."
dazai:.....
Kunikida: "...You weren't there. You were hospitalized."
dazai: .......
Kunikida: "During the investigation into the Rats..."
dazai: *listening*
Kunikida: "That child...My arrest and imprisonment..."
dazai:..........you feel like you could have stopped them...saved them.....
Kunikida: "...Yes?"
dazai:....i can understand.....if i'd stopped him then.....maybe.....
Kunikida: "...You've never talked much about your time in the Mafia."
dazai:........part of me wishes i could forget.
Kunikida: "Sorry--I didn't mean to dredge something up."
dazai:.....can i....stay the night with you?
Kunikida: "...Wait, what?" ._.
dazai:......nevermind.....im gonna call it a night. see you in the morning! *starts heading back to his room*
Kunikida: *sighs* "Fine."
dazai: hm?
Kunikida: "I'm not going to get much sleep anyway. I'll make some tea. How do you like yours?"
-elsewhere-
Asher: *looking up at the ceiling from bed* "...Sis? You up?"
cassidy: hnn?
Asher: "Sorry. Couldn't sleep."
cassidy:.....
Asher: "...I'm going to Izumi's parents' wedding."
cassidy: i heard.
Asher: "How fancy do you think it'll be?"
cassidy: not sure.........i've been looking at legal forums, seeing if it's possible to get custody of one's siblings...
Asher: "...Y-Yeah?"
cassidy:....i want to get us out of this apartment, away from _her_...
Asher: *looks nervously at the bedroom door*
cassidy: dont worry, the door is locked. she's probably passed out on the couch as usual....
Asher: "Thanks...for all of that."
cassidy: ...its not fair we're put through this.....i've always wished we could have had a normal family.
Asher: "Not everyone gets 'normal.' We're stuck with what we got...each other."
cassidy:..yeah...
Asher: "...Sorry. I meant that as a compliment."
cassidy: i know. and hopefully, when i earn enough money, it can just be the two of us.
Asher: "And I'll work, too."
-elsewhere-
leo: *making a smoothie with apples and potatoes*
ayako: *GAG*
Motojiro: ^^;;; "You know, that's actually a prank, to make someone think it's a chopped apple but it's really a chopped potato."
leo: *sniffle*
Motojiro: "??? Leo?"
leo: i-it's fine, motovya, it's just the hormones.
Motojiro: "..." *rubs her back*
leo: *softly purring*
Motojiro: ^w^ *cheek kiss*
-elsewhere-
Free: "... ..." *nudges* "How you holding up?"
eruka: better.
Free: "Man, wild those water fairies got all riled up." *scratches behind his ear*
eruka: water sprites.
Free: "Right, right...What's the difference again?"
eruka: *goes over to the bookshelf and pulls out 'encyclopedia of mythical creatures vol 1'*
Free: "... ... ..." *looks* "...How many volumes are they up to?"
eruka: a lot. lets see here....aha, the fae!
Free: *puts on a pair of reading glasses* " 'The label 'fairy' has been applied to specific magical humanoid creatures of small stature...' So is a human a medium-size fairy, and a giant is a king-size fairy?"
eruka: not exactly.
Free: "Well, it was worth a shot... 'The Seelie court seek help from humans and return kindness when favors done for them.' Oh, that's nice!"
eruka: but which court these sprites belong to is going to be a bit tricky to find out.
Free: "Why not just ask them?"
eruka: well...i did kind of scare them off. ^^;
Free: "Huh. Well, did they seem nice or like assholes?"
eruka: =___=#
-elsewhere-
Water Sprite: "THAT ASSHOLE FROG!"
sprite 2: im sure fynn will be fine....soon....maybe. ._.;
Sprite 1: "HOW DO YOU EVEN RE-ATTACH A WING?!"
sprite 2: -_-; lady titania said she'd take care of it.
sprite 3: i hope so, fynn owes me money!
Sprite 1: "... ... ...Sh-She said that?" ._.;;;;
sprite 2: oh come on, rufus! she might be scary sometimes, but she's still a good queen!
Rufus: >_< "I know! She's just so serious that I didn't think she'd give us the time of day over this!"
sprite 4: as queen of the seelie court, it's her responsibility to assist with each of the fae tribes as best she can.
Rufus: -3- "Would've been nice before that dumb frog attacked...I want to blow up that stupid frog."
sprite 5: if thou wishes to wage ware against the witches, you will only be left in stitches.
Rufus: -_-# "This isn't Ye Olden Times--talk like you're of this era! And that was no witch--that was just some slimy, ugly frog!"
-morning-
Anya: "Good morning, Maki."
maki: zzzz....*YAAAWN*
Anya: "??? Long work day?"
maki: y-yeah....you could say that.
Anya: "Well, you better hurry--or you'll be late."
maki: right, right.
-elsewhere-
aya: *YAAAAAAWN* *looks over to kunikida* ._.
Kunikida: "Zzz..."
Dazai: *has buried his face into kunikida’s chest*
aya:....um....kunikida?
Kunikida: "Nggh...Five more minutes, Aya...Ugh, this blanket is heavy--" *pushes--and feels hair* "... ... ..." *looks* "... ... ..."
aya:....kunikida.....do you have something you want to tell me?
Kunikida: "...At the moment, no."
Dazai: *nuzzle*
Kunikida: -_-#
aya: *inhale* DAZAI GET YER ASS OUTTA BED!
Dazai: "EEEK!" *falls off the futon--and drags down--*
Kunikida: "ACK!"
*CRUSH*
aya: *covers her eyes*
Kunikida: O\\\\O;
Dazai: "..." *feels around--*
*PUNCH*
Kunikida: -\\\\\-# "Yes, it is now safe..."
aya: *peeeek*
Kunikida: *has his blanket pulled up over himself*
Dazai: *face-first into the wall*
-elsewhere-
Yoh: *asleep in Los Angeles Airport terminal* "Zzz..."
*someone passes with a rolling suitcase--and drops something into his lap*
Yoh: "UMPH!" Q_Q;
Yoh: *looks around...*
man: sorry about that. ^^;
Yoh: "F-Fine..." *hands the object back to him--looks to be a package wrapped in brown paper* "You must be in a hurry..."
man: yeah, i have a job interview. so long. *leaves*
Yoh: *waves* "Good luck--"
*a handcuff is put onto Yoh's wrist*
Yoh: "... ... ... ???"
security: ....
Yoh: "... ... ..." <Hello! Would you mind un-cuffing me before I flip you?> *smiles happily*
security: open the bag.
Yoh: <Oh, sure--let me just reach over and-->
*while reaching for his bag, Yoh flips the security guard over his shoulder and onto their back*
security: ?!?!?
Yoh: <Here it is--> *looks down* "...Aw, what's wrong, lying down on the job?" *smirks*
security: @_@ ough....
Yoh: "Well, if that's everything, I have until this evening for my connecting flight, so I better take in the city..." *swings his bag over his shoulder, and drags the security guard behind him*
*a row of security officers block his path*
Yoh: "... ... ..." <Shit.>
-elsewhere-
Akitaru: "Okay, line up."
shinra: ....
Arthur: *holds onto Excalibur*
Takehisa: *carries his rifle*
Petra: *holds onto a book*
Vulcan: *lowers his goggles*
Viktor: *turns on his GPS tracker*
nozomi: the radio's loaded up, sir.
Akitaru: "Thanks. Lisa, Yuu, any machines still need to be loaded?"
lisa: just a few more pieces of equipment, sir.
tamaki: *adjusts her habit*
Akitaru: *nods* "I know we have a lot of conflicting feelings about this mission. The last time we were in the Nether, we saw a lot that shook us, a lot that surprised us...and we almost lost members of our team."
lisa:....
Akitaru: "This time, we have more information to know what awaits us down there. And we will have the 2nd to support us. But I need to know you are with us on this mission. If anyone is going to refuse to enter the Nether, you need to say so now."
lisa: i'll be with yu, managing the radio.
Relan: "I would like to be stationed at radio, too."
Akitaru: "And Shinra?"
shinra: im going in.
Akitaru: *nods* "Happy to hear it." *grabs his coat* "We depart in 10 minutes. Everyone, on board."
-elsewhere-
Haumea: "..." *smiles* "I see you're still obedient. What a good child you've been..." *head pat*
sho: ..........
arrow:.....(he's barely concious......)
Haumea: "Isn't our child just precious, Arrow~?"
arrow:........
Haumea: *frowns* "I said..."
-knock-
Haumea: -_-# "Go answer that!"
arrow: yes?
ritsu: it's time.
-elsewhere-
Joker: "And so, they're all headed to the Nether to face off. Based on what Viktor told me, I took a long time deliberating this, and..." *reveals a chalkboard labeled 'Dead Pool' with the names of each member of the 2nd, 8th, and Hoods* "We're taking bets on which ones survive."
nana:.....what....
ria marcelo: -_____-
Joker: "I think Orochi has good odds. Shinra's plot armor means that's a bad bet." *pulls out red Solo cups and boxes of Lucky Charms cereal* "I wager a glass of Red Balloons on the creator embarrassing Tamaki again with pointless perv pandering."
nana:....what the fuck is he talking about?
ivy: who cares.
Joker: "--and then we can have the 4th come in at the last minute to save the day--" *holds up a clay figure labeled 'Arg'* "--and then Arg unleashes his atomic breath and goes RAWR!" *bumps the figure against an All Might action figure*
scarlet: *WHACK* stop. -_-;
Joker: -3X "Let me have this--it's cheaper than therapy."
-elsewhere-
Kunikida: *marching up the stairs to the office* -_-# "You will say nothing inappropriate, untoward, or embarrassing for either of us. Is that understood?"
Dazai: -3- "I am nothing if not tactful. Besides, nothing happened--you just overreacted. Kind of offensive, actually."
Kunikida: *groans* "...Sorry."
*seems like a bit of noise coming from inside the office*
aya: we're he-
Ranpo: *sitting at his desk* "So, you two are sleeping together."
secretary 1: HOW COULD YOU DO THAT TO POOR KIRAKO?!
kenji: congratulations! ^^
Kunikida: OnO# *glares at Dazai* "WHAT DID YOU SAY?!"
Dazai: *waves his hands* ^w^; "I said nothing! Ranpo is just that good~"
Kunikida: -_-### "...I don't have time for this. There's work to be done!"
Lucy: "..." *whispers to Naomi* "Working Dazai, that is..."
naomi: it's not my main OTP, but its still cute.
Dazai: *sits at his desk* ^^ "Works for me." *opens his files* "Let's have a great workday everyone!"
Kunikida: -_-# "Aya, slap him."
aya: *kicks dazai in the back of the knee*
Dazai: >_< "OW! Is that any way to treat your Uncle Osamu?"
atsushi: *sigh* just another day at the ADA it seems.
Kyoka: "It's sad when people can't be honest about their feelings."
sylvia:.....
-elsewhere-
Sushimasa: OwO; "G-Good morning, Miss Maki..."
maki:....
Sushimasa: ("Please don't yell at me, please don't yell--") "We have fresh baked goods in the commissary..."
maki:....cool....thanks...
Sushimasa: OwO "..." *squeaks* "G-Good." ^w^; "Well, have a good workday..." *shifts away*
-elsewhere-
*a map shows different locations, labeled 'entrances to the Nether'*
Viktor: "Last time, we focused on one location where the Hoods could only be. But this time, we recognize there is a network of routes where they can enter and leave the underground."
shinra:...
Vulcan: *pulls over* "Okay, this is your stop--Shinra, Relan, Yuu, Lisa..."
shinra: *nod*
Relan: *steps out, grabbing a med kit*
Yuu: *carrying equipment out the back*
Vulcan: *looks at Lisa* "..."
lisa: be safe...
Vulcan: "..." *holds her hand, nods*
-elsewhere-
Heckler's Subordinate: "--and Commander Obi said to read this." *holds up an ebook on her tablet: "How to Talk to Arthur Boyle (a Dumbass)"*
-some giggling among the soldiers-
tatsu: *peeking from the haijima fence* what are they doing?
Subordinate: ._.; "Please don't laugh--the Commander said First-Class Soldier Boyle has to be handled carefully...It's important..."
Kurono: "...Don't stare at the weirdos. You still have training to finish."
-elsewhere-
engo: mr oze....i dont think it's wise for you to be here.
Takigi: *glares* "What's your name?"
engo: it's Engo, sir.
Takigi: "Yeah, and you know mine--and Oze's don't back down. So point me to the entrance or shut up."
Takehisa: *standing at the entrance* "..."
Petra: -_-;
engo: at least wear this protective jacket.
Takigi: "..." *points to his cast* "I can't exactly drape it over me, so put it on my shoulders."
-elsewhere-
shinra: *examining claw marks on the wall* ...
Hebio: "Officer Kusakabe? What did you encounter here to cause those scratches?"
shinra: i think these are new...
Hebio: "...Oh. That's concerning. I suppose a bit has changed since you were here..."
shinra: ……?? what's that you got, hebio?
Hebio: "Oh, it's a new book called 'How To Deal with a Devil'!"
shinra: *looks*................ (GOD DAMMIT ARTHUR!!)
-elsewhere-
Takehisa: "...Detective Oze, I am sorry about your injury. I myself had a shoulder injury recently during the attack on Haijima--"
Takigi: "Is that a joke?"
Takehisa: "...What? I don't joke."
Takigi: "I don't need your pity or this pointless conversation--I'm not going to be fooled, like how you fooled and corrupted my sister. I only need you here to show me through the Nether so I can memorize the path, so do your job competently for once and maybe this time you won't get someone killed!"
Takehisa: *seizes up*
Petra: "... ...Lord, give me strength." -_-#
Takehisa: "I assure you, Detective, safety is my primary concern--"
Takigi: "Savage."
Takehisa: "...I'm sorry?" O_O
Takigi: "Savage. You in the 8th are a bunch of barbaric, backwards savages who have no clue how to protect others, let alone run an efficient firehouse. So shut up and do what I say." *walks in--knocking into Petra on the way*
Petra: "?!" "... ... ..." *inhales* "1...2...3...4..." *counts as she follows*
-elsewhere-
Takeru: *looking around*
Hajiki: "Be careful where you walk, Patty."
tamaki: im not patti, im tamaki. -_-;
Hajiki: "??? Takeru, I thought your girlfriend's name was Patty."
Takeru: ._. "Tamaki isn't my girlfriend?"
Hajiki: "I know--Patty is."
tamaki: -_-; patti isnt even in a fire brigade.
Hajiki: "Oh, right--she's always hanging around that exorcist at True Cross, so she must be from there. Thanks, Aisha!"
tamaki: that isnt even close to my name! >n< .....takeru, you holding up ok?
Takeru: ^^;;;;;;;;;; "Oh, yeah--I'm fine. This isn't really that much different than the cellar back home."
tamaki: the cellar?
Takeru: *nods* "To learn how to better grow potatoes, I tried growing other vegetables in the basement in Qingdao--roots, beans, peas..."
tamaki: huh, well viktor has been trying to grow mushrooms at the 8th's base.
Takeru: "Oh! I should ask him about that! They can be finicky little buggers."
tamaki: maybe......
Takeru: "...Tamaki, are you afraid?"
tamaki: ?? i-im not a fraidy cat! >3< i-...im fine, really...
Takeru: ^^; *nods* "You know more about this place, so I'll be depending on your help finding my way through...because I'm really scared right now." Q_Q
tamaki: w-well try not to wander off to far.
Takeru: *nods fervently* "I have no intention to!"
Hajiki: *walking up ahead, smirks* "Careful, Juggernaut--or Patty will get jealous."
tamaki: that's not how it is! god, cant a guy and a girl talk without people thinking there is romance involved?! jeez!
Takeru: "Yeah!"
Hajiki: "??? Jeez, sorry--didn't mean to offend you, Selena."
tamaki: that's not my name! it's tamaki! ta-ma-ki!
Hajiki: *tenses up, holds up his hand* "Hold it!" *blocks their path*
tamaki: *whapped in the face* ow!
Hajiki: "???" *turns* "Tamaki! Who hit you?!" *aims his gun everywhere* "Were they ninjas?! Were they invisible?!!"
Takeru: -__-;
tamaki: hey take it easy with that!
Hajiki: "What? I know how to aim at targets..."
Takeru: *to Tamaki* "I'm sorry--Hajiki...has some memory-retention problems."
tamaki: jeez, is everyone with a flame ability cursed?
Takeru: "...What?"
{Takeru: *sitting on a small cliff, wiping his eyes, crying*}
{mrs noto: <takeru, sweetie? are you alright?>}
{Takeru: *sniffles* <I hate this...I hate fire...I hate this ability...I hate myself!>}
-BOOM-
Hajiki: "??? What was that? Is that the Lucky Lewd Syndrome Juggernaut warned me about?"
Takeru: *wakes up* .\\\.;
tamaki: *PUNCH*
Hajiki: *stands perfectly still* "..." *blinks* "...What just happened? Where am I?"
*up ahead, there's a small fire on the ground...and what looks to be a body...*
tamaki: ???
Takeru: "...Oh no..."
*it's members of the 2nd, exploded...*
tamaki: w-what the hell?
Hajiki: "This was targeted..."
*they hear something shift up ahead, and moans*
Hajiki: *aims* "Could be more injured...or the perpetrator. Show yourselves!"
*out walks...a row of Infernals...only partially transformed...some with missing limbs, some with their heads caved in...*
tamaki: !!!!!!!!
Takeru: "EEEEEEK!"
*there are holes in their torsos...*
tamaki: t-that...that shouldnt be possible!
Takeru: "They don't have any cores?! THEY'RE ZOMBIE INFERNALS!"
Hajiki: "...Zom-fernals?"
-elsewhere-
hito: *shooting* damn, they just keep coming.
Vulcan: *has on metal boxing gloves--and is wearing a tail to bounce back and forth, knocking Zom-fernals away*
Unlucky 2nd Brigade Soldier: *screams, as they're ripped apart and bitten*
-elsewhere-
ritsu: fufufufu~
Orochi: *bows* "With your permission, I would like to face the intruders."
ritsu: of course, orochi.
Sasori: "How asinine--you should wait for backup."
Orochi: *frowns* "I don't need anyone..." *marches away*
-elsewhere-
*members of the 2nd keep firing, but the Zom-fernals keep rising*
Jonas: "Damn, damn, damn!" *fires shot after shot*
iris: ashes to ashes....
hito: head's up! *throws a grenade*
*the grenade lands inside a Zom-fernal and--*
*BOOM* *body parts spray everywhere*
anton: nice thinking, yasunoki!
Jonas: *SCREAMS*
hito: !!!!
*a Zom-fernal has nabbed Jonas*
anton: JONAS!
*SLICE*
anton: !!!
*a Zom-fernal has stabbed one of their own bones into Anton's back and through his heart*
anton: *coughing up blood*
Runner Guy: "Anton!" *fires shots at the Zom-fernal--*
Zom-fernal: *retracts from Anton, dumping his body--turning onto Runner Guy*
Runner Guy: *panicking--*
Zom-fernal: *rushes--*
*HEAD-ON ATTACK*
Honda: *crashes his cranium into the side of the Zom-fernal, slamming them into the wall*
Runner Guy: "Commander! Th-Thank you--"
Honda: *upside down, stuck in the floor* "!!! LOOK OUT--"
Runner Guy: "???"
anton?: *has stabbed him, groaning*
Runner Guy: "..." *life escapes his eyes, before he coughs up blood and falls down*
hito: w-what the hell...?
Akitaru: *slicing at Zom-fernals* ("Damn it...What have the Hoods done to people?! These...These bastards!")
-elsewhere-
rita: *trembling*
Viktor: Q___Q *curled up under a bar at an abandoned subway restaurant* "This makes no sense, this is not how science works--you can't just reanimate dead tissue through a simple flame--unless it is puppeteering--Wait, like that unnamed puppet girl at Haijima? NO! Like that weird stitched-up necro weirdo in the Hoods! Is that how they were doing this--" *mutter mutter mutter mutter*
Zom-fernals: *striking at soldiers left and right, ripping them apart, biting into the corpses--causing those corpses to glow before they rise and repeat the process to the other living soldiers*
Ohana: *firing shot after shot--until a magazine runs out* "Fuck! Licht, toss me--"
*BANG*
Ohana: *falls down, a bullet through the center of his head...his opened eyes stare lifelessly at Rita*
Zom-fernal: *clutching a smoking gun, aimed at the bar*
rita: !!!!!!!!
Ohana: *motionless*
Viktor: *tearing up, shaking*
rita: *attempts to pray*
*CLUTCH*
rita: *yelps*
Ohana: *opens his mouth to roar--*
*a chair collides with his head, knocking off the top of it*
rita: !!!!!!!!!
Viktor: "GET BACK, ROTTEN CONTRADICTION OF KNOWN SCIENCE! ... ..." *falls down to his knees, shaking* "Oh God, oh God..."
rita: *shaking*
*then Ohana leaps up with a shriek*
rita: !!!!!!!!!!
Viktor: *screams back at Ohana--before picking up Rita*
-elsewhere-
Zom-fernals: *NOM NOM NOM*
Takeru: >~< "EEEEEK! GET THEM OFF OF ME! GET THEM OFF OF ME!!!"
Zom-fernal: *paws at Tamaki, like a kitten*
tamaki: *WHACKS IT*
Zom-fernal: *yelps, falls back like a scared animal*
Hajiki: "Juggernaut, stop squirming." *aims at him--and fires multiple shots into his body*
tamaki: !!
Takeru: *screams in horror*
*but the Zom-fernals run away from Takeru's body and into the shadows*
*Takeru lies motionless, his body and clothes ripped apart by the bullets from Hajiki's gun...*
tamaki: takeru!!
Hajiki: "..." *stares intently at Takeru's body*
tamaki: what did you do to him?!
Hajiki: "Don't worry, Morgana--I know how to aim."
Takeru: *the clothes regenerate--and parts of Takeru's body pop back out* *sits up* "Hello."
tamaki: w-what the-...what?!
Takeru: "You remember back during our mission in China, when those hot dogs ripped my body apart?" *pats his outfit* "Patty's magic clothing! Plus, I know where to shift my body in these layers of clothes so Hajiki doesn't hit any vital organs."
Hajiki: *looks behind them* "...Juggernaut, Mimsie, get behind me." *aims at the shadows*
Takeru: "..." *slowly inches up to behind Hajiki*
Hajiki: *looks at Tamaki* "Start praying."
tamaki: so those clothes...how did patti even get them?
Takeru: "Stocking's mom can make them--it's really neat!" *tugs on the fabric--which pulses like it's alive* "They're really durable--able to survive high temperatures. Kind of like you, Tamaki! Maybe Patty could ask her to make you some?"
tamaki:........ *stares at him dead eyed*
Takeru: OwO; "...Are you okay?"
zom-fernal: GUOOOOH!
Takeru: "EEEEEEK!"
*BANG BANG BANG*
*the Zom-fernals fall like dominos...with Hajiki looking like he barely moved*
Hajiki: "..."
Takeru: >~< "Th-Thank you, Hajiki..."
Hajiki: *reloading his rifle*
tamaki: ......!! behind you!
Hajiki: *flips the barrel over his shoulder and, without turning around, fires--*
*BANG*
tamaki: he's a natural....
Takeru: "He's an inspiration--especially since he won 'Most Valuable Non-Pyrokinetic' in the entrance tournament..."
tamaki: wait, he's a non-pyrokinetic?!
Takeru: ">_>; "Not quite...He does have a fire skill--but he forgot it when he filled out paperwork to enroll in the 2nd."
tamaki: just how bad is his memory?
Takeru: "Pretty bad--he has short-term memory problems. But his eyes are blessed with thermal heat vision--he can spot heat signatures anywhere, even behind walls."
tamaki: so he could see through your clothes and detect your heat signal?
Takeru: "Right--like x-ray vision! ... ... ..." O\\\\\O *covers himself* "EEK!"
tamaki: YOU'VE KNOWN HIM LONGER AND _YOU'RE_ THE ONE FREAKED OUT?!
Hajiki: *firing shot after shot at Zom-fernals, even able to grab guns off the corpses of his departed colleagues to replenish his ammo, without even looking at the targets--and landing every shot*
*a bullet shell flies up*
Hajiki: "..." *sticks out his tongue, catching it*
tamaki:.....
Hajiki: "...Ow! Hot hot--" *spits it out* *pants* "Okay...All targets put down. Tamaki, if you could finish prayers..."
Takeru: *looking over the corpses of their colleagues* "..." *wipes his eyes*
tamaki:....ratomu....
Hajiki: "If we were attacked, so must the others. We better head back to the Commander--" *turns--*
*there's a Hood in the distance*
tamaki: !!
Hajiki: "!!! Guys, get back--" *aims--*
*something goes flying up*
*it lands at Takeru and Tamaki's feet*
tamaki: ah-....
Takeru: "Ah..."
*it's the top of Hajiki's head, sliced at the jaw...*
*Hajiki's body falls to the floor, dead*
tamaki: ah-....*SCREAMS*
Takeru: "HAJIKI!"
*the Hood pulls back her cloak, revealing--*
Orochi: "I am Orochi of the Purple Smoke." *cracks her whip* "I promise to shatter my enemies to pieces."
Takeru: *falls back, panicking*
Orochi: "Shh...Relax. You will join the dead soon."
tamaki: (come on tamaki, do something!) *battle stance*
Orochi: "What's this? A small kitty cat?" *twirls her whip*
tamaki: (that attack killed him in one swipe...her whip, could it have been-)
{Viktor: *taps the heat meter* "Yep--you certainly can get to hot temperatures, exceeding those even of Shinra! That's some talent, Tamaki!"}
tamaki: (but still....was it her whip or an ignition ability? if it was the whip, how did she make it move so quickly? it's almost like rapid...)
*SLICE*
tamaki: AH!!
*despite being so far away, Orochi managed to slice through Tamaki's habit, cutting into her left shoulder*
tamaki: *clutches her wound* gnhh!
Orochi: "Darn...I had hoped to lop off the entire arm. Aren't you durable..."
tamaki: (d-dammit...)
Orochi: *smiles* "Will you be my worthy opponent?" *cracks the whip again, this time it wraps around Tamaki's right arm*
tamaki: !!!
Orochi: *swings the whip--slamming Tamaki into the ceiling and down to the floor*
tamaki: GRK- (come on, fight back tamaki!)
Orochi: "Come on, play! Play!"
*CRACK* *SLICE* *RIP*
tamaki: *screaming out* (dammit....why dont i just move! im not helpless! im not-)
*the whip wraps around Tamaki's hands, as Orochi holds her up above her*
tamaki: im no....helpless...im not-
Orochi: "Look at you...A scared little kitten. Wait..." *takes Tamaki's hand in her chin*
tamaki:......i-
Orochi: "You're that fire-cat Guruna talks about--the one whose skin can withstand any flame..." *pulls the whip tighter, as it burns along Tamaki's wrists*
tamaki: *winces in pain*
Orochi: "You're too valuable to kill..." *smiles wickedly, as she rips the tattered habit off Tamaki* "But I want to see how much damage my whip can do!"
tamaki: !!!!!
Orochi: *pulls Tamaki by her pigtail--*
*PUNCH*
tamaki: AH!
*something knocks into Tamaki's face, like a small pebble*
{-who do you think you're kidding?-}
tamaki: ngh-
*the whip is loosened from Tamaki, as she falls to the floor, her head hitting the floor*
*...but Tamaki can see someone else collapsed on the floor...it's Orochi, knocked down*
tamaki: i-...*looks up*
*there's something white on the floor...it's a tooth*
*someone stands in front of Tamaki, towering over her*
tamaki: w-what-
Orochi: *gets up...one eye is blackened...and a tooth is knocked out...* *lisping* "What the hell?! How dare you--"
Takeru: *offers a hand to Tamaki* "Tamaki...Can you stand?"
tamaki: t-takeru...
Takeru: "Come on--let's get out of here--"
*the whip cracks--smacking Tamaki between the eyes*
tamaki: GYAH!
*Tamaki is knocked--through a wall*
Takeru: "TAMAKI!" *turns--and the whip wraps around his arm*
Orochi: "How dare you touch me!" *cracks the whip, knocking Takeru back and forth between the tunnel's walls*
Takeru: "UGH!" *slams his head against the wall, knocking him out*
{hito: easy, takeru, easy!)
{Takeru: >~< "Nothing is easy! This is really scary! J-Just put the flame away! I don't want to be near it!"}
{Hajiki: "Can you believe this guy, Hito? JUGGERNAUT, YOU'RE FREAKING HUGE!"}
{hito: *looks at hajiki*}
{Takeru: "I-I'm not that big...I'm self-conscious, because I don't fit into most spaces easily--"}
{Honda: "BECAUSE YOU HAVE THE STATURE OF A SOLDIER!"}
{Takeru: "EEEK!" *leaps--into Hito's arms*}
{hito: *KNOCKED DOWN* grk- c-c-command-der!}
{Honda: *picks up Takeru--with one hand*}
{Takeru: O_____O; "H-How--"}
{Honda: "Training! The military will make you strong!"}
{Hajiki: "As strong as you're big! And as courageous as you're big!"}
{-...-}
{Patty: *glomps Takeru* "I LOVE YOU, YOU BIG BAKED POTATO!"}
{-...-}
???: "Yeah...It's a big one. Bring more people to drag him to the arena. And we'll need bindings to hold the cat. No, don't tell her--she'll get in the way--"
*Orochi is on a radio call...*
Takeru: *he's on his side on the floor* "..." *pushes himself up*
Radio: "What's with your signal? It sounds like you're lisping--"
Orochi: *lisping* "Just get here, damn it!" *a shadow passes over her* "???" *looks behind her--*
*a fist slams down--*
Orochi: "?!!" *leaps back, grabbing her whip before--*
Takeru: "YOU BITCH! I'LL KILL YOU!"
Orochi: "..." *smiles wickedly* "Here to protect your feline girlfriend? Fine..." *summons cat o' nine tails*
Takeru: *grinds his feet into the ground, holds out his forearms...then his neck suddenly elongates like a giraffe*
Orochi: "?! WHAT THE F--"
Takeru: *giant machine guns form in flames along his forearms* *his head slams down like a Pez dispenser, as shots fire at Orochi*
-RATATATATATA-
Orochi: "?!!" *she tumbles back, her flame whips trailing her before she twirls to use Medusa Whip, the multi-headed whip, to block these flame bullets* "Jeez! This is nothing like fighting Assault--" *smiles, before grinning like a madwoman* "THIS IS HARDLY A CHALLENGE FOR THE MEDUSA WHIP! BWA HA HA HA!"
Takeru: "..." *stops firing...looks back to see Tamaki's body through the hole in the wall* : "Tamaki!"
tamaki: ..... (i-....) {-look at you, crumbled and naked, just like usual! you cant fight to save your own life!-} i....
{Boy: "Mommy! That girl is naked!"}
{woman: disgraceful.}
{guruna: we're children of misfortune, you and i..}
tamaki: (im....really fucking pathetic, arent i?)
{Middle School Classmate: "You're a slut."}
{Burns: "What a disappointment."}
{mrs kotatsu?: i should never have given birth to you.}
???: "TAMAKI! WAKE UP, NOW!"
tamaki: nnh....
Takeru: "..." *the fabric on his jacket starts to pulse--before new arms pop out*
Orochi: "...What the fuck?"
Takeru: *swings his fist--and clutches Orochi by the throat*
Orochi: *choked*
Takeru: *eyes narrowed*
Orochi: *slapping her hand down on Takeru's hand, suffocating*
Takeru: *pulls back his fist--*
*Orochi managed to wrap her whip around his arm, ripping it off at the shoulder*
Takeru: *SCREAMS IN HORRIFIC PAIN*
{young!sasori: you're falling behind, orochi.}
{Young Orochi: *panting* *lying on her back, flipped over by Sasori* "No..." *shaking, trying to get up again...*}
{-stomp-}
{Young Orochi: "ACK!"}
{young!sasori: you're weak.}
{Young Orochi: *whispers something he can't hear...*}
{young!sasori: ??}
{Young Orochi: *still whispering...*}
{young!sasori: *leans in* ??}
{*CRACK*}
{*Orochi head-butts Sasori*}
{young!sasori: GRK-}
Orochi: *head-butts Takeru* "I TOLD YOU I'M NOT WEAK!"
Takeru: *gasping in pain, holding his stump of an arm*
Orochi: "This world is not fair...You hide behind some infinite supply of fire bullets and that regenerative clothing...You don't know what it is like--" *kicks Takeru in the face*
Takeru: *kicked back*
Orochi: "In this world...the weak die, the strong survive..."
{sasori:....}
{Orochi: *walks by, smirking* "Give up. You'll never catch up."}
{sasori: mind your own business...}
Orochi: *twirls Medusa Whips, like helicopter blades, getting closer to Takeru's face...*
Takeru: *growls...as the jacket covers his stump--regrowing his arm as he creates a Human-to-Surface Flame Rocket--*
Orochi: "?!"
*KA-BOOM*
*there's only smoke...*
Takeru: *coughs...looks around* "Did I do it...?"
*there's a figure standing in the distance*
Takeru: "?! No..."
Orochi: *lowers Medusa Whip...* "..." *looks up, grins widely, her tooth still missing*
{Orochi: *collapsed in a pool of sweat and blood*}
{sasori: *panting*}
{*around them...are the corpses of their former peers, now made into zombies...*}
{-clap clap clap-}
{ritsu: congratulations for making it into the knights of the purple smoke.}
{Orochi: *struggles to look up*}
Orochi: "In the Nether, only the strong survive..." *she tosses her whip at Takeru, slicing along his arms, then his intestines...*
Takeru: *screams in pain, clutching his stomach, as blood pours out...*
tamaki: no....
*something bright shines in front of Takeru--before nine beams of fire blast out through his back*
Takeru: "..." *collapses, face-down*
Orochi: *stands over Takeru...* *looks up and smiles at Tamaki*
tamaki: .....
Orochi: "What a shame. I had hoped today I could face someone who was my type...I never have..."
{Orochi: "AH!" *swings her fist*}
{sasori: *dodges and swipes at her legs*}
{Orochi: "?!" *falls back*}
{sasori: *pins her down* had enough yet?}
{Orochi: "...You know today is the day we face the 2nd and the 8th?"}
{sasori:....}
{Orochi: *smiles softly--*}
{*CRUNCH!*}
{sasori: GRK-}
{Orochi: *kneed him* "Enough? I've only begun..." *pushes him off of her*}
tamaki: *trying to get up*
Takeru: *clutching his gut...there's a giant hole in it...* "Tamaki..." *coughs up blood* "Stay back!"
tamaki: i....i have to.....-
Takeru: "I can do this!"
{Mr. Noto: <Huh--his suitcase is empty.>}
{mrs noto: <takeru?>}
{Takeru: *sitting outside*}
{mrs noto: <takeru? sweetie?>}
{Takeru: <I don't want to go. I don't want to abandon the farm.>}
{mrs noto: <takeru...>}
{Takeru: <I hate this ability. I hate fire...>}
{mrs noto: <i know, but this is an opportunity to learn how to control it. and that nice mr honda is more than willing to help you learn.>}
{Takeru: <But who will take care of the potatoes?>}
{mrs noto: <your papa and i arent going anywhere.>}
{Takeru: <...I just want to help...>}
{-...-}
{Takeru: *flailing his arms* "EEEEEK!"}
{Hajiki: *sparring* "Don't be such a coward!"}
{Takeru: "BUT THAT'S WHO I AM!" >~< }
{Hajiki: "Wrong--you are what you do!" *kicks him down*}
{Takeru: "EEP!" *falls back, rubs his bottom*}
{Hajiki: *offers his hand* "You stand up--you're standing up. You throw a punch, you're punching. You act brave, then you are brave. That's what it means to be a fire soldier..."}
{Takeru: *looking up in awe*}
{-...-}
Takeru: "To protect others..."
{Takeru: "I didn't want to be here like you...I'm not a soldier! I'm not cut out for this!"}
{Hajiki: "I see..."}
{Takeru: "Is this what I should do with my life?"}
{Hajiki: "Only you can answer that, man. So, what's the answer?"}
Takeru: "I am..."
{mrs noto: <we're proud of you no matter what. and someday, your flames of courage will be as big as this potato field.>}
{Takeru: <How do you know that?>}
{mrs noto: <would a coward have the strength to tend this whole field?>}
{Takeru: "???" *looks to the field...he feels the sun on his skin* "..."}
Takeru: "...THE JUGGERNAUT!"
*a giant bomb forms in Takeru's hand*
Takeru: *roars, as he slams the bomb down at Orochi's head--*
*SPLATTER*
*the bomb dissipates into weak flames...as Takeru's hand falls to the floor*
Takeru: *winces...his hand reforms...but now the right sleeve itself is...bleeding?
Orochi: "How sad...So, the magic jacket itself is bleeding?"
Takeru: "I don't care...how many times you rip me apart...YOU ARE GOING TO PAY WITH YOUR LIFE!"
Orochi: *leaps back, whipping at Takeru, slicing at the jacket*
Takeru: *screams in pain*
???: *SCREAMING*
Takeru: "?!"
*the jacket...is screaming*
Takeru: "Hold on...Just a bit longer..." *he's summoning another bomb*
Orochi: *sweating, backing up* "Stand down! Die! Why won't you stop?!"
*SLICE SLICE SLICE*
*the jacket screams again, as Orochi manages to slice the right arm sleeve off, exposing Takeru's hand*
Orochi: "..."
Takeru: "..."
*Takeru hurries to summon the bomb and starts to bring it down--*
Orochi: *lets out a cry, swinging her whip one more time--*
*SLICE*
*Takeru's arm is sliced at the wrist*
Orochi: "HA!"
*...and that hand still has the bomb in its clutches, as gravity brings it down*
Orochi: "!!!"
*Orochi's throat tightens, cutting off her voice before--*
*The bomb connects with her cheek--ripping it apart, her tongue sliced off...*
*BOOM*
*An explosion engulfs this sector of the Nether*
*the flames rush at Tamaki*
tamaki:.....*closes her eyes*
-elsewhere-
felisia: !!!
Mephisto: "??? What's wrong?"
felisia: i.... i dont know....
-elsewhere-
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Found my sister in law's second instagram, it's not a secret it's just her other account where she's holds nothing back and talks extensively about her chronic pain, Pcos, and mental health. I'm happy she's super open about all of that, I really am but I can't help but look at this secret account of mine that isn't out in the open, at least not like insta is, this is hidden away from my family and loved ones. I know I don't deal with all the health issues she does, and maybe I'm being stupid, but I really wish I could be more open with my mental illnesses, especially the one that's actively trying to ruin my marriage.
I mean what I'm trying to say is that I saw her post on this second account from my birthday surprise party that during it she 2 suffering from severe pains and was recently told she's going into pre menopause. It broke my heart cause she didn't share her news with even me for a few more days after the party, I understand that she didn't want to ruin the day but I would've liked to do anything to help her. It just sucks OK, I'm so sad for her cause I know she wants a second child.
Anyway, Im bringing this all up because she shared that online while it was going on, and this past Sunday I did my damnest to hide one of my "episodes", if i can even call them that, during a family dinner. From the second we left the apartment to head down to his mom's town, I was flooded with anger, over nothing in particular. You know when you get heavy emotions but you can pin it on something as the root cause of that anger or anxiety or sadness? I can't 80% of the time, I have heavy emotions come on with no root cause, at least none that are obvious, and I feel so ashamed and like a goddamn toddler with all these mood swings. Half the dinner I faked a smile that my husband could tell wasnt real, and I whisper snapped at him a few times, but the restaurant was so loud his family didn't hear me. Even in the midst of the mood swing I didn't want his family to know something was wrong with me, I tried my best to push it down and fake it. Then half way through dinner, it just ended and I singed back to super happy. I know his family noticed I went from kinda quiet to super talkative. His mom does know I have issues, my husband is allowed to tell her things, especially since my mood swings cause so many fights. She's sympathetic to me, I appreciate it. But I still have this overwhelming urge to hide it all, I don't want his sisters to know I'm broken, I don't want them to not wanna hang out with me anymore cause I'm a mess, they're the only friends I've made here. I don't even know what to call this mental health issue, I'm teetering between biplor 1 and bpd, I don't even know if it's either, could be neither, could be something else entirely, could just be my depression getting much worse. I do feel more depressed this past year, but this feels different, almost like in my depressive episodes something kicks it up a notch and I become bordering on hysterical, and I dunno but to me this doesn't feel like the depression I've suffered from for years, this feels like something new and I don't like it. But anyway all I want is to be open like my sister in law is, to not feel like I have to hide when I have a bad episode. Maybe she's comfortable showing her illnesses because they're mostly internal and mental in the way that they don't really actively "come out to play", so to speak. Mine has shown me that it doesn't care if I'm out at a dinner my husband and I have been looking forward to, it will give me a massive mood swing that's nearly impossible to hide from family and strangers. I don't want them to see me in that state, and I definitely don't want to snap at them, godforbid. My husband has asked me before if I would ever snap at his family, and I've always said no but now I'm not so sure, during the dinner I held myself back from snapping at one of his sisters, and it makes me so upset at myself that I let this happen. I ruined the dinner and I know it.
Don't even get me started on my physical scars and my Ed, that's something I'm gonna hide as much as I can. I can imagine my husband's older sister refusing for me to watch our niece alone because she's scared I'll apply my disorder onto her. I wouldn't but I can see how someone would be scared I'd make their kid anorexic because of my issues. But I'm very good at faking it around family, I even eat full meals that I regret later so that no one will feel threatened. OK that sounds shit. But seriously I feel like a fuck up and so much of one that it's not even safe to show people. My episode on Sunday actually caused a fight between me and my husband when we got home, because he was mad that I tried to hide and push down my mood swing to hide it from his family. He told me that if I don't show them gradually, what will happen if/when I have a worse episodein front of them where I'm uncontrollable and hysterical and shouting, they'll think negatively of me because they won't know to the degree of how fucked up I am. I'm in the area where I don't want them to even know I have something wrong with me, I just wanna feel normal and I want them to view me as normal. Maybe I'm a narcissist because I want the world to be blind to how bad my mental health is, I want them to only see the cookie cutter shape I've shown them, not the pile of left over misshapen and burnt cookies behind the curtain. I want to be normal and I can't, so I want people to think I'm normal, it makes me feel a bit better. And if he keeps pushing me to not hide my episodes in his family's presence then I'm scared they'll see me differently or that I'll fucking mentally disturb his kid brother or our niece, I don't wanna scare them and I don't want them to be scared of me, because I think I'm scary.
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