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gayspock · 1 year

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ok im into generations

right so i wasnt sute about this one bc ok as ive said im not a huge tng fan + combine that with what ive heard about kirk in this one im kinda really scared 3:

also update: we got to order indian which my family usually arent onboard with but... :3 idc... im enjoying it yammy yammyyyyyyy

CAN I ALSO SAY. IM THE FUNNIEST BITCH EVER FOR WATCHING TREK TO STOP BIRTHDAY BLUES AND IT JUST MAKING ME EMO AS HELL ANYWAYS

hi oh MY GOD SHES SO PRRTTY OHHHH MY GODDDD HIII DEMORA HIII GIRLLIEEEE

also god ... this one makes me emo FUCK OFF THE END OF UNDISCOVERED CPUNTRY MADE ME FUCKING EMO GOD FUCKING HELL

god seriously though im trying not to be emo im meant to be watching these to not be emo but it does make me sad sometimes even watching stories like these thinking about where im gonna be if i make it to my 60s onwards like kirk + knowing i wont even have enterprise moments to look back on something something i never lived instead there was just a sad little hollow existence ... you guysknow what i mean. i wish i could be in the stars forever....

also it is funny how like so many of the trek movies are about how washed up kirk is its so fucking funny like we've been doing this bit since motion picture LOL

ALSO WAIT

HANG ON

CONNOR?

CONNOR JUMPSCARE CONNOR ROY JUMPSCARE

fucking connor typica- TIM RUSS?

if theres one thing about tim russ is that he'll be in a star trek showw or movie it doesnt even matter any more-

hi guinan . what the dickens.

also guys i ate too much food tummy hurt

also woag... 78 years later

ALSO YOU GUYS ARE ALL TAKING THE MICK LIKE "DONT TELL ME TUESDAY" WELL CAPTAIN CONNOR ROY DIDNT WANNA GO AFTER THEM KNOWING WHAT HE KNEW ABOUT THE SHIP YOU GUYS JUST BUGGERED OFF

come on kirk lets go girlie

the enterrprise is seriously like the pear wiggler

uhm

ehrm

NO SERIOUSLY IMAGINE BEING SCOTTY HERE ANDTHEY JUST LOSE KIRK

OH GOD IMAGINE BEING CAPTAIN CONNOR ROY. sorry i dont remember his seriouss name

oh fucking hell oh god WHY DID YOU GUYS DO THIS. JESUS FU CKING CHRIST. THIS IS SUCH A HARROWING END I... GOOD FUCKING HEAVENS . LIKE EVN THOUGH I KNOW HES SOMEHOW OKAY I CANT FATHOM IT FOR EVERYONE ELSE. JESUS.

HI WORF

HI RIKER

HI GEORDI

HI TROI

HI CRUSHER

HI DATA

.... hi picard. i guess. 😒

SORRY I FORGOT SHIT I ACTUALLY DO MISS THEM.

also god everyone can we be hoenst i did start to not like data as much not so much because of the show but basically just existing in fan space kind of really started to ruin him as a character for me but i will be honest him pushing bevs into the water and everyone being mad bc he just tried to match their energy yeah okay i feel that data sniff okay

ALSO PICARD SNAPPING. I LIKE IT WHEN HES A CUNT FRANKLY. I HATE IT WHENEVER THEY TRY TO MIDDLE GROUND IT WITH HIM. LOSER BEHAVIOUR. HES BEST WHEN HES FUCKING HORRIBLE TO PEOPLE AND I STAND BY THAT NO ON ELSE GETS ME

so is this where they find kirk

you know whats fucked up is spock is still alive somewhere ... ugh thatbreaks my heart SORRY. [looks shy] LIKE ... I ASSUME KIRK DIES BEFORE THE END OF THE MOVIE SO THEY NEVER MEET AGAIN FUCKING FINE DOES ANYONE TELL HIM WHAT HAPPENED THOUGH I'M- im going to kill myself

fucking hell though imagine if you pulled

YAAAYYY SPOOIT HI SPOT HIS PSOT BABY HIII SPOT HIIII SPOT HI BABY HI SPOTHIS SPOT

FUCK OFF

BRING SPOT BACK

CAN WE GET A SPOT CAM

i'll kms

oh god fucking- I FORGOT EMOTION CHIP WAS IN THIS FUCKING MOVIE. KILL YOUTSELVES. I HATE THIS. ITS BEYOND THE WORST FUCKIGN FECISION YVOEU EVE SORRY IM SEEING RED THIS IS WEHY I SHOULDTA HEV WATHCE ok breathe im breathing im normal im in and out breathing

he doesnt keep it thoughdoes he like

ugh

i feel like there is a way to do the emotion chip imagine if theyused it as a metaphor forlike.. masking, maybe and it really just made it all the worse for him and he rejected it bc he- YOU KNOW HES HAD EMOTIONS ALL ALONG THEYRE JUST NO THTE SAME AS YOURS ... I HATE MY LIFE I HATE ALL OF- BONG

me: gosh golly i mean how can i articulate my emotions regarding the emotion chip

also this cunt soran is just dickin about innit also do i just recognise him ta clockwork orange posters (has never seen the actual movie) where else have i seen him has he just got a face on him or what

NO DATA IS SO REAL FOR THIS WHO DOESNT REMEMBER SOMETHING 10 BILLION YEARS AGO AND HAVE A RIGHT GIGGLE

also you'd think regarding the data chip there'd be more of a fuss about him sticking it in considering what occurred to lore

GOD

THE WAY GEORDI DOESNT EVEN FIND HIM FUNNY. CLASSIC. AS IT SHOULD BE. THATS NOT OUR DATA IS IT NOW.

thatbing said im also a little sad like hes just learnt humour ITS RATHER NOVEL TO HIM . SORRY IF THAT MAKES ME SICK TO DEFEND IT.

okay there we go a complicat- JESUS THAT SUBTLE EFFECT ON HIS MOUTH THAT WAS SCARY DONTDO THAT EEEK HEAVENS

OH GOOD HEAVENS

THIS TIME IN: DATA LEARNS WHAT FEAR IS

THATS SO FUNNY SORRY i shouldnt laugh

eek.

you know what thats also funny to think about how like picard and such would have like super HD pics of them as kids do you know what i mean because when i see older people i think god theres only shitty pics of you when you were little bc cameras wont commonpla-

uhm

sorry picard is crying

i feel uncomfortable

dont fucking do that im a capricorn i w

oh jesus what the fuck . oh good fucking heavens i . I FUCKING HELL CAN I SAY IF I WAS A COUNSELOR LIKE TROI I'D KILL MYSELF A MILLION TIMES IM SO UNCOMFORTABL PLEASE FUCKING HELP ME

OH DEAR LORD

"the closest i'd get to having a child of my own" wyou've got some juice in you old man come on get fucking then

UGH OF COURSE PICARD HAS SOME FUCKING GRANDIOSE FUCKING FAMILY LINE. WHY. i thought it made more sense him being a smalltown little farmer or whatever. ANYWAY HE SHOULD BE LIKE ME. MY GRANDAD DROVE LORRIES FOR ASDA.

anyway what i was sayinh oh yes the pictures its strange i guess thinking about them being so farin the future sometimes when it comes to little things

what i will say is the second a klingon woman shows up with brilliant cleavage im like on my knees begging and i dont even know what for half the time im just like [whining noise] .. uhm. god i hope people dont read these lbs anyways

can we be nice to geordi for once- MORE NORMALYOU'LL END UP ON YOUR ASS CUNT

YEESH

CUNTYOU KLNOW WHATS ABNORMAL IS YOUR FUCKING HAIRLINE ITS GIVING JEFF WINGER FROM COMMUNITY sorry

GEORDI IS MY BEST FUCKING FRIEND

if i was data and i was feeling emotions for the first time i'd be crying throwing up being sick gaspig for geordi. i know this because im doing it anyways and im not even involved really

OKAY NO YEAH

YEAH ME TOO

I'D BE LIKE KMS JUST DO IT I HATE THIS SO ME BESTIE

PICARD

PICARD LET HIM FUCKING GO BEDDY BYES AREGHGHHH

also again me watching trek movies to escape my existential dread but good heavens every single time they get super existential wrt time and whatnot STOP IT. QUIT IT OUT

"the only engineer in starfleet that doesnt go to engineering" HELP LEA HIM AL-GJA0-GKAGKS[DGOSD[GOSDG

I JUST. LOVE. SCANNING FOR LIFE FORMS

ok his cute little doo doo doo okay

THESE KLINGON WOMAN SO HOT

god it wouldnt be a star trek movie if we didnt blow the shit out of the enterprise

dont get me wrong her hair is gorgeous still but ugh i wish troi got to have her little curlie whirlies

i need the klingon woman to

sorry

stop sentence

theyve exploded now so i'll behave

also we're like an hour in and kirk hasnt reappeared which makes this hysterically funny if theyre going to have him pop up again for 0,2 seconds and then axe him like jesus christ way to kill him off thats so funny like is any of this worth it im bewildered

TBY THE WAY THE ENTERPRISE CRASHING IS SO FUNNY BECAUSE I SWEAR DOWN THEYVE REUSED THE SAME FOOTAGE OF IT CRASHING AND THEN CUTTING INTO ALL THE DRAMA ON THE SHIP ITSELF BUT LIKE, DOES IT MAKE SENSE THE FOOTAGE OF THE SHIP ITSELF ON THE EXTERIOR VIEW WILL BE LOOPING ITS POSITION HELP

also i said it earlier but i cant tell if soran(?) actually does look like jeff rom community or if im just focussing on the hairline am i crazy

HANG ON I WENT TO GOOGLE TO SEE IF ANYONE ELSE THOUGHT IT AND THE CUNT WAS IN COMMUNITY WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU ON ABOUT

WHEN

I MEAN GRANTED IM TALKING MORESO ABOUT THE RESEMLANCE WITH HIM IN THIS MOVIE RATHER THAN HIM BEING OLDERHANG ON7

CAPTAIN picard waking up in - oh my god............. this is scary

NO THIS IS SCARY IM TERRIFIED

DONT DO THAT

ITHIS IS SCARTY

IM SCARED OF CHILDREN LOVING THEIR FATHERS

whos his wifey okay

generic woman thats so funny . kill yourself beverly crusher

rene ... sorry its so easy to forget picard is literally FRENCH with a BRITISH accent. double homicide. christ

hi guinan

also okay lets talk more about this movie. gusy lets talk about this movie.

"but these are all mine" is such a hysterically funny way to think of your kids

PA PA. HELP ME BUILD MY CARSTLE. PA PA FANK YOU FOR THE DOLLS. SHE IS VERY BEAUTIFUL. GOD PICARD IM SORRY BUT I CANT COPE WITH YOUR KIDS victorian ASS CHILDREN AND YOU DONT EVEN GIVE A RATS ASS ABOUT YOUR WIFE . FUCKING HLL PICARD. TRUE MIRROR OF YOUR PSYCHE

NOW KIRK FINALLY REAPPEARS WHAT IS HE JUST.... CHOPPING WOOD THIS IS SO FUNNY

aww he has a doggy and a clock with bones and-

HELP OF COURSE THEY GAVE JAMES A RANDOM WOMAN TOO THIS IS SO FUNNY ANTONIA WHO THE HELL IS ANTONIA GOD BLESS US ALL ITS SO FUNNY AS IF

i love kirk im sorry i stand by it when he just fucking has a new woman every fucking day of the week why not .. have fun

THIS IS SO FUNN Y I DONT KNOW WHY I ASSUMED KIRK WOULD HAVE A BIGGER ROLE IN THIS GOD BLESS

"youre a starfleet officer. you have a duty." I MEAN HE WAS LIKE... LITERALLY KIND OF RETIRING MAN IN FAIRNESS.

why are they bonding over their lack of families . lonely middleaged men well. theres a solution like well

maybe boost . sorry not boost. "boost". i mean but the ghosts that boost reported. were right. and they should just have gay sex here to solve their problems . fill the holes in your hearts and the holes well i didnt say that who said that

AGAIN i guess they didnt want to isolate the audiences or whatever but god wouldnt it just . i dont know work better if you even chose carol and david or something like FUCKING ANTONIA. HELP. AND IS ANTONIA IN THE ROOM RIGHT NOW

OH MY GOD

HORSEGIRLS

STAR TREK EQUESTRIA NEW SERIES CALLED IT

I LOVE IT HEN MEN ARE HORSEGIRLS

aww the horsies love e- GUYS THE HORSIES LOVE EACH OTHER AND I WAS ABOUT TO GET WEEPY THINKING-

OKAY SO MY THOUGHT PROCESS JUST NOW WAS WAHH THE HORSES ARENT REAL THEYRE IN THE NEXUS > BUT OH GOD EVEN IF THEY WERENT THE HORSES ARENT REAL ITS A MOVIE > BUT WAIT OH MY GOD THE HORSES ARE REAL ACTUALLY IN REAL LIFE THEYRE NOT JUST A PROJECTION > OH FUCKING GOD THESE HORSES ARE PROBABLY LONG DEAD

SORRY

"dont let them do anything stay there" KIRK YOU ARE THE REASON THEYRE FUCKING WHEELING PATRICK STRWART AROUND FOR A THIRD SEASON IN 2023 YOU FUCKING MENACE

THANK GOD YOU MENTION SPOCK

sorry

PICARD ARE YOU EVEN GOING TO MENTION SPOCK IS STILL ALIVE AND THAT YOURE BESTIES WITH HIS LATE FATHER

and bones could be too i dont know he was alive in ep 1 of tng but frankly well yeah

WOAHHH HI KIRK

HES JAMES T KIRK. BITCH

so is james t kirk literally going to die HERE now because thats so funny imagine that youre stuck in limbo for 80 years and then you get out and instantly eat shit i mean theres a way to do that gracefully i think but this obviously well

SORRY I FEEL LIKE IM GOING INTO THIS WITH A PRECONCIEVEDNOTION ARENT I BUT ITS HARD NOT TO

also why do so many of kirks lines sound... whats the word? recorded and added back in later?i forget the term but it sou-

DID KIRK

STRAIGHT UP JUST

IN .2 SECONDS

I DONT KNOW WHY I

I EXPECTED LIKE SOME FANFARE DID HE JUST

HI IS KIRK DEAD DID I EVEN

CAN I PROCESS THAT KIRK IS DEAD? AM I ALLOWED TO?

HEY GUYS?

BLOW UP. BITCH. 4JESUS OKAY SO NOW WE

OKAY SO KIRKIS LIKE FUCKING

RIGHT FINE JESUS OK........

"IT WAS FUN. <3" #DIES

god how are we... are we just burying him here, too? like good lord i dont know what i expected cant we... i dont know. christ . it feels so messed up to see kirk die and have a moment with PICARD sbeing the only person just standing over his grave and for him-

SORRY I MEAN THIS IS IRONIC BECAUSE KIRK WAS ALSO A CRIMINAL ABOUT THIS BUT I DONT TAKE AS MUCH OFFENCE WITH TOS BECAUSE THATS JUSRT SORT OF TOS YOU KNOW BUT IM STILL VERY GRUMPY About picard in general + how hes used within tng anyways god i

data....?

SPOT?

SPOT ARE YOU OKAY

THANK GOD THANK FUCKING GOD

OH THANK FUCKING GOD OH CHRIST IM GOING TO CRY NO SHUT UP. THIS CAT IS FIGHTING FOT ITS LIFE

i will also say going back its always so funny how they do that bit with like ahhh damn the starfleet officers cant have families bc im sure theyve touched upon it with riker too but also like. thats just what makes sisko the fucking best isntit . HAHAHAAHHAHAAH., GOT EM

thanks riker. swing your big dick aaround

also can i be honest i didnt care about enterprise d being destroyed. smirk. there i said it. i wept in search for spock i will say i will profess to that but that was like real thi wasn stop imr emeebring

MOVIE OVER?

#Egg.txt #STAR TREK LIVEBLOG #UNDESCRIBED IMAGE

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fipindustries · 3 years

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anyway, so as you guys can probably imagine i finished harrow the ninth

much like gideon, it was a dull and tedious trudge until exactly the midway point and then it just ramps up in a frenetic crescendo and the last 200 page become a mad fevered frenzy culminating in a devastating end

the emotions are just. too much. its all so heightened, there is not a single character who is not absolutely balls to the wall extra as fuck. its one of those unbearably gothic romances where there is essentially no difference between love and hate.

and yet at the same time its so casual, its so chill, it can relax, it can be horny, it can crack silly jokes. i am not the first to point this out of course but the tone of the story whips back and forth between the two moods and yet it never breaks immersion, or if it does is just for the reader to take a step back and have a little giggle, take a lung full of air and sink back into the delicious tragedy of it all. and this dychotomy perfetly reflects the dychotomy between the two main characters, harrow and gideon.

there is this old myth that good omens was written with gaiman making a beautiful tapestry of lore and characters and myth and then terry came in a weaved a bunch of jokes and wordplay and clever clever comments about life and death.

this book feels like it was written by harrow and gideon following much the same process

this is stylized reality sometimes bordering on the cartoonish without ever stopping being delightful, and this stylization really helps you get immersed and accept the world and the characters as they are much as the characters themselves accept whats going on in their lives because its all they know. and so whats really heartbreaking is that one moment, that one single moment in the entire story when someone finally stops and actually acknoledges that, wait, what is happening here is weird and fucked up and is not how things should be in real life. im talking of course about the moment when ortus nigenand finally stands up as the man he is and embraces harrow while saying:

if i had to get pedantic and give some criticism, i do have a bit of a problem with how unspecified necromancy is as a magic system, you never really fully understand how it works or what its limits are or what are its foundational bases so at any point the author can pull anything out of her hat, any last ditch attempt, any last cool trick, any deus ex machina and you are standing there like, well, i guess it was never explicitly said that this couldnt happen so might as well....

so yeah in short, cant wait for the next book where surely it will start in a completly new and confusing setting where we have to get introduced to a bunch of new characters we dont care about (but which we will end up willing to die for by the end) and well spend three hundred tedious pages wondering where the hell are harrow and gideon only for them to show up in the last third and suddenly turn into the greatest book ive ever read in my life.

#harrow the ninth #the locked tomb #what fun!

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laufire · 3 years

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I just love Gabriel's thinking ok your annoying and I cant kill you or big brothers gonna be pissed so Im just gonna put you in a time loop. Also the changing channels ep was a good one because it just showed how tired he was of it - same with Rafael being like gods dead and we want it all to end. Their whole existence was for ensuring the apocalypse, like waiting thousands of years to ensure that the world was gonna end just because dad said so and then bailed. I just felt sad for them

It was an interesting approach, especially since they clearly hoped that bringing the Apocalypse and fulfilling their purpose might bring daddy back, ouch. Ngl, at first I was side-eyeing Lucifer’s motivations (basically, hating humanity and want it corrupted and destroyed because he felt Dad loved us more -like man, I really laugh whenever an angel in the show expresses this opinion because like... have you looked around you lately lmfao. Being an angel in SPN is a harrowing prospect but humans aren’t exactly faring much better there, and at least angels get amazing powers, js xD. Besides, it’s just not the kind of motivation I want in my Satans I guess), but I have come around to appreciate it and the Archangels plight for how it contributes to the main theme in the show:

Eric Kripke said of Buffy: “I loved ‘Hush’ and ‘Once More, With Feeling,’ but overall, Buffy really taught me about effectively using metaphor in genre. For Buffy, it was ‘high school is hell (literally),’ and Joss Whedon did such a masterful job of grounding his horror and fantasy concepts in this notion, and ultimately telling allegories about high school, which turned what could’ve been B-Movie material into an all-time classic. I used that same philosophy on my run of Supernatural, with the mantra ‘family is hell (literally),’ and always grounded my horror episodes around the notion of families, to the show’s benefit. So thanks, Joss Whedon. I owe you a beer. (Credit: The WB)

#replies #talking to the void #my thoughts #spn thoughts #supernatural #spn gabriel #spn raphael #spn lucifer #spn michael #chuck shurley #tagging them all for the Archangel Fam motif here lol #Anonymous

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angelcfdvth · 4 years

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🔪

🔪 - A memory about a dangerous situation

September 30th, 2000.......

It was faint, at first. A far off echo that felt like a wisp on the wind tearing across the football field, whipping up the voices of the team breaking up from practice. The solid sound of car doors closing as they cleared out breaking thoughts of certainty that something, misplaced, tangled it’s way through the treetops as the football left her fingertips and soared towards her brother. Reasoning told her it was probably one of the guys girlfriends, awaiting the end of practice and though her gut feeling might have been a far stronger inclination, there was truly no reason to believe otherwise.

A much better thought would have been the one that brought them here in the first place. The first of many stops on their way to spending a night doing all the things Jaida loved doing most, with her brother and father. The cultivation of all of her hard work over the years might have been yet to pay off, but it was undoubtedly, now within reach after finishing her shift at the diner the night before hand, her tips for the night pushing her over the goal line for the cash amount she’d set herself in order to pursue something bigger.

“Dad should be here soon, I’m starving..” her younger brother’s deep timbre calls out across the field and though she knows it’s coming, the worn football soars right past her and hits the ground with a softened thud in the grass. “You think she’ll show up?” All words, long forgotten as Jaida finds herself fixed to the spot in the wake of an ear piercing, blood curdling scream. It crawls across her skin and embeds itself so deeply she’s certain it might live forever, an algorithm carved into the very marrow of her bones that would undoubtedly promise that she never forgot it. Again, like a banshee, the unsettling sound sends shock waves from the trees and though she’d heard a lot of people screaming in her life, she’d never heard anything like this. It’s thick and damp, like trying to breathe through water and before Jaida can even think, her brother is tearing past her to his car, pausing just long enough to grip her arm and heed a sharp warning,. “Wait here, Jay.” He’s heard it too, right? He has to have and if she cared to look, she might have spotted the baseball bat he pulled from the trunk of his car. Caution is already too far gone, slipped through her fingertips like smoke as she’s reached for her phone and dialed. The softened grass beneath her bare feet feels as though it doesn’t exist as the screaming somehow reaches a new octave and she takes off towards the edge of the football field.

The shadow that clings to the edge of the trees holds a far more daunting air than it ever has before and the last breath she takes before she’s left the field feels, lifeless and perhaps if she could hear beyond the beating of her heart between her ears - she might have heard those calling out to her, she might have heard her brother telling her to stop.

(( “911, what’s your emergency..” “I’m at the school, there’s someone.. I don’t know.. I don’t know..-- someone’s screaming. I don’t know who it is. Just..-- send someone.” “Hello?... Hello? This is 911, can you hear me?” )) The crackle of debris underfoot is so loud, it’s all just so loud and the screaming has stopped. Her breath falls heavy, footfalls halted in some attempt to pinpoint something beyond her own existence. Standing there, no longer able to see the field and far enough in that she knows it would take only a few minutes to get to the hideout if she keeps running. (( “Hello? Miss? Can you tell me where you are?” )) Her phone illuminates, once, twice.. No Service and the line dies.

“No.. no no no.” Jaida mutteres, dialing again - and again, to no avail. Panic sets in and every question of what the hell she was doing has now settled in against her spine and left her lips dry as she turns every which way in the hopes that she might hear something - anything, that could lead her to whoever was attached to those screams, but there’s nothing. Utter silence. No birds - nothing in the trees above, the wind is non-existent here, bustling across the treetops above and unable to touch a damn thing below. She swallows thickly, tries to even out her breathe before she calls out, “Where are you? I can’t hear you!” Perhaps it’s foolish, unequivocally so, but something in her gut feels off - heavy and sickening. The forest feels sick, and it’s not a moment before a flash of blonde hair, blood and silver catches her by surprise.

It falls through the air, never quite slow enough for her to react as it slices through the palm of her hand and something cold ripples in her throat, calling out as white heat tears through her and she stumbles back, feet catching the deep roots of a nearby red maple. The dark figure obscured by the shadows, she’s turned around and suddenly too frantic to know north from south, east from west. Tears sting the corner of her eyes and she scrambles to her feet, dirt and blood smearing across gooseflesh skin, the onyx depth in her hues searching for something beyond the trees - anything that might lead her out of the silence of the forest.

Don’t die here..--

Don’t fucking die here..

It’s a moment wasted, she should have just ran, the piercing agony that tore through her side is enough to cripple her vision, the mask worn by her attacker a haunting image as it casts itself to memory among her own screams. Her leg kicks backwards, uncertain of what she intends to do, it matters little as her foot catches the kneecap and forces the masked figure to tumble. Leaves crumble between her fingertips as she catches the low hanging branch to keep herself on her feet, the seeping crimson at her side coming away on her already bloodied, shaking palm, “Someone he-..help!” Choked out and barely audible between every wrenching sob and scream that mottles like crashing waves, too deep to pry apart. There’s no real knowing - at least, she has no idea if she can be heard, if anyone beyond her attacker, the masked assailant, can pinpoint her between the trees.

Footfalls grow heavy and she can’t pull herself along without stretching the fresh wound at her side and crying out in agonising pain. Bleary eyed, she searches the space behind her and wonders how much she might regret it - but she finds nothing. No one.. More silence and the erratic beating of her heart as she stops. Through every short, sharpened breath she takes, hues frantically search for movement for that mask, the knife.. And the sound of sirens in an echoed distance call to her, promise another day, another moment of time if she can find them - if they can find her. And she thought she knew pain - knew the sting of a skinned knee, the shatter of broken bone but it’s suddenly clear to her - painstakingly clear, that she’s never actually known it at all. The blade that sinks itself into flesh and muscle just beyond her navel is enough to rip the air from her lungs as she stares blankly into the face of ..-- no one at all. The mask, so hauntingly indifferent that it’s almost entirely difficult to believe there’s someone behind it in the first place. They say nothing - the cant of their head almost inquisitive, callous in a way that Jaida finds even more alarming as she steps away. From them - from the knife. The ooze of blood seeping out across her abdomen a stark parallel to that which bubbled up in her throat. Another step has her falling.. Slipping through the air as the incline and gravity pull her down, crashing through the brush of leaves and broken branches for what feels like forever. Her mind wanders between an infinite darkness and each and every scream that erupts from her throat in the hopes someone else is near. It’s not until she settles at the base of the incline, hair tangled body weak -- but she hears voices. Those scattered few that hadn’t yet left the school grounds, the authoritative demeanor of what she could only assume were police ordering people to back away, and she knows that she can’t stay here. She can’t be so near, and yet entirely out of reach. It feels like death, already signed and sealed, delivery delayed. Teeth grit, Jaida pulls herself to her feet, supporting her weight on the widened trunks of the trees that separated her from view so easily, while the glaring blue and red lights cast a harrowing glow in the fading light. The pain feels permanent, like she’ll never rid herself of the splitting feeling that sought to tear her at the seams, but each and every step towards the edge of the forest feels like trying to backtrack a mistake she can never truly undo. Spotlights have lit up the field, the treeline ablaze in white light and flashlights as officers swam the edge of the forest, but she’s too far from them, the mixture of blood, saliva and her own tears are choking back her words as she tried to call. Every whispered cry for help failing beneath the chaos of her own mind, to the point that she’s not even sure she’s calling out anymore - doesn’t even know if she’s coherent enough to form words. Perhaps it’s just sounds - or day dreams of sounds she hopes she’s making, that she hopes will be enough to draw attention. It’s in her last few steps that she feels it - a relief that claws at her throat, the sudden sound of every wretched sob suddenly the loudest thing she can hear beyond those yelling, “She’s here! Over here!” Blood dribbles across her lesser lip, and her hand lifts from the knife wound deep in her belly, “Th.--there’s.. S-some..” Her voice shakes, as fragile as her frame before large, gentle hands have caught her and lowered her to the grass beneath. “It’s okay. You’re okay..” The warmth of Roman’s voice is unrecognizable as he puts pressure on her oozing wound.. It’s all she can be sure of, as the loud, panicked call for the medic sinks her deeper into her head - into the onyx eyes of those beneath the mask, into a place that doesn’t make her want to scream anymore.

#blood tw #assault tw #violence tw #gore tw #if i missed a trigger pls lemme know and ill add it #alive but still burning ( answered )#one day i'll write this out properly #Anonymous

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sweetboybucky · 5 years

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Dreamers

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Word Count: 2600

Warnings: Infinity War compliant. Aka - a lot of sads.

Summary: In the time he is gone, one thing remains.

A/N: My piece for the Marvellous Writing Challenge, hosted by the angel @bucky-at-bedtime, who was so kind as to give me an extension. (Jess - I love you so much, I hope you know.) My prompt was “Saudade”, and what was originally going to be a sequel to my one other angst fic, Golden, turned into this. Please don’t kill me.

Taking a page out of @evanstarff‘s book for this one and going with a reader adopted into a Wakandan family. There are also a few notes at the end, if you want to read those.

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*** A war was waged.

The aftermath sits in front of you.

Rests there, in the ocean blue eyes of a soldier you have only just begun to know. The one you’d once only heard stories of.

The man with more burdens to carry than you could ever imagine. With the weight of an ungrateful and unforgiving world on his shoulders. The world he’s worked to save so many times.

A silent apology.

A wish for things to be different.

Tears.

You find them there, in that harrowing expression on a face that should never wear it.

You don’t ask.

You know.

***

There is a space between the world you know and all of the others you’ve come to discover in your time. Those realities that hold the souls of all that have been lost. The souls you still have yet to meet. A mirror image of the life you know.

You find him there, in the night.

His voice calls out to you, where you rest in that hazy middle ground. And it’s strong, like it always was. Strong even when it had no reason to be, even when he wasn’t. It pulls you into the inky night with its soft timbre, your name spreading tendrils of awareness through you.

It wakes something within you. Something raw and real and aching as you search for him. As you reach blindly into that darkness. Hoping and hoping and hoping.

But he’s just beyond your grasp. A breath away, whispering to you. Your name falls into the dark from lips you want to see more than anything. Lips you want to trace with your fingers, kiss until the world has finished turning.

You whisper back to him, voice desperate and pleading through the darkness.

***

Ochre light brings a new day.

It flecks across walls and floor and sheets. Sheets that should hold him beside you, the man who laid his soul out to bare for you on them in memories tinged with a certain fondness.

Memories that don’t flow like fire, the way they once had.

Memories that sting in the aftermath.

That careful ember, the one he’d lit within you, has left the hollow in your chest. Lit the sun, instead. Forced a new morning into your hands. A world he no longer breathes in.

And your heart aches with strangled sobs, body curling around his pillow and pressing into the sheets that still smell like him. Eyes close, shut out the view of the home he made in the quiet.

But reality exists without him, now.

That fact is carving itself into your bones.

***

Many hours later, once dawn has truly broken and everything has settled heavy into your heart once again, you find your self on a trail he showed to you.

Green folds around you. Leads you to the little hillside he found, sitting just to the side of his farm. Above the lake. Another corner of the world he could almost call his own.

The place he still wanted to share with you.

And it feels wrong, settling into the grass on your own. Tracing trembling fingers through dark dirt instead of threading them through chestnut hair. Resting in that quiet place he first showed to you. Before everything began.

Before the end.

Blue sky and soft clouds roam overhead. Sparkling waters lie still beneath you. Trees brush together in the breeze, echo against the emptiness of the space. In your heart.

It’s a view you’ve seen so many times. A place you’ve spent so many afternoons, with a man far more beautiful than any sunset could ever be. And even before he came to you, the sky was still there.

It feels different now. So unlike the other days you spent underneath it.

Sitting on the grassy hill with the absence of that warm arm around your back. Lips against your skin, a rumbly voice finding its own special place within your heart.

It feels final.

***

Every night is the same.

Dark and cold. Lined with wanting. Frenzied thoughts and soft confessions and an ache so real it nearly eats you alive.

His voice speaks back to you, quiet but strong as ever. Soft in that way it always was, affection bleeding through every word he murmurs to you.

And then morning falls onto you once again. Draws muted light to your eyes and a desperate plea from your lips as fingers search for the body that should lay beside you against cool, threadbare sheets

But morning is an ever present thing.

Light always washes him away.

***

For weeks, Bucky’s voice finds you at night. In the dark.

One day, in the hours the sun claims, a different voice is there.

It’s a soft whisper. A careful, “Hey,” as he settles in the grass next to you. Watches the way the lake shines with the light of midday.

You turn to him for a moment. Notice the dulled expression on his face. See the way his once golden hair falls against his face, unkempt and dark. The set of his jaw, the line of his mouth, not even a hint of a smile tugging at the edges.

He’s worn. More so than you.

He’s lost. Same as you.

Ocean eyes stay trained on the sky. But his lips part enough to murmur, “He talked about you.”

Bucky’s face comes into your mind, easy as anything. And surprise lights through you at Steve’s words, pained and heavy.

Lashes shield irises filled with regret. “He talked about you all the time.” Eyes flick to you, just for a moment. Burn through your mind and body and soul. “I don’t think we had one conversation where he didn’t bring you up.”

His face tips down, gaze falling to callused hands in his lap. There’s a ghost of a smile in his voice as he adds, “I always teased him about it. How crazy he was about you.”

Tears gather around your eyes, warm and wet and burning through the last bit of your resolve.

Steve glances at you, expression just a little softer once its aimed toward you. “I’d never seen him that way. Even before - before everything.” He bumps his shoulder into yours, a fond, cautious gesture. “There were girls, but none of them were you.”

And that hurts more than it should. More than you think he meant it to. Coming from the man your love trusted with anything, defended at every turn. Spoke of like a vision, a dream he was so lucky to live in.

Tears slip down your face in the silence. As Steve turns away, face twisted and creased and pained. You can see the slump of his shoulders. Feel the inhale he takes, steeling himself his next words. For what’s to come.

“It never hurts any less,” he tells you, voice quieter than you’ve ever heard. An echo of the heartache he keeps locked away. Fingers trace over a blade of grass. “But it gets easier to manage. Just takes time.”

A hand reaches for yours, firm and rough and trembling just a little, fingers squeezing against your own. And his voice is so sincere, so real as he breathes out one last sentiment. Something that is both the balm for your soul and everything you don’t want to hear.

“But, wherever he is, now, he loves you just the same.”

***

That hollow spaces fits against you, the same way it has every other night since the end.

For a long while, the stillness of it washes over you. Inky black and completely silent.

But you can feel him. You can always feel him.

Is it true?

It’s a question breathed into the quiet. One torn from your chest, filled with longing.

He doesn’t ask what you’re referring to. He doesn’t need to.

There’s only a soft sigh. The feeling of him as he answers.

Always, he tells you, reverent and final in the way you need. Always.

***

Time is such a cruel thing, now.

It moves against you. Presses into your skin, falls into your mind with a terrible kind of determination. It pushes the world on, pushes you on. Forces you to watch the new reality you live in try to rebuild itself.

It brings you to your apartment.

Months have passed since you’ve seen it, his hut serving as your home and your hell in that time. But you know that you can’t stay there forever. You can’t bear to sleep in a bed of ghosts any longer.

The lock clicks the same as it always did, the door creaking in that familiar way. It gives way to the living room, small kitchen just adjacent to it.

Everything is in its place. Nothing has changed.

And yet - it has.

There’s no soft greeting waiting for you, anymore. No feet to slide along the floor, no arm to curl around you and tuck you against his body. Lips to kiss away the crease in your brows, the ache in your bones.

But his book sits on the table. His favorite blanket is tucked into the corner of the couch. A worn pair of sneakers near the door. The dark green mug he always used in the sink.

The remnants of him are still here. Scattered around one of the only other places he’d been able to find refuge.

***

Phantom memories find you in the dust of your apartment.

Chestnut hair mussed in the morning. The smell of his favorite tea. Soft socks and all of the sweaters you stole from him. Pressing into this side, holding his hand at the market. Whispering to him when the ice crept back into his heart.

The stories he told you. Stories of the sky, the stars.

The same stars under your tired gaze now.

And even after everything, even in the absence of the man who loved them most, those stars remain the same. Unchanged by the rest of the world’s decisions.

They shine among inky blue. Glisten in the darkness, mapped out along an impossibly big sky. Absolute and so unknown. Arranged in their intricate patterns.

He spent more nights than you could count studying them. Resting near the large bay window of your apartment in a city still so unfamiliar to his weary heart. A city he grew so fond of. A city that grew so fond of him.

And he held you in the night. Brushed his lips against your skin and whispered about a constellation you couldn’t see. A woman given a beautiful crown, written into the stars once she’d passed. A reminder of who she was.

A reminder that, more than anything, she was loved, even after she was lost.

So much longing lies within you. Grief you never imagined you would feel. A fierce kind of sadness that takes over your mind and heart and soul and leaves you aching.

But more than anything, there is love.

You close your eyes against the sky those gray eyes loved to see and wish him into the stars.

***

Seasons pass. Come in with the cold and leave with the warm. Draw in new breezes and heady air and fleeting thoughts. Fleeting images of pale cheeks flushed with cool wind, with summer air.

And with every passing day, that face is a little harder to remember.

The line of his nose. The little wrinkles near his eye, those that only appeared in the face of his smile. Gray eyes sliding open in the morning, sparking with the possibility of a new day.

It grows fuzzy, the image of him, the sound of his laughter, as years that hardly feel like years drone on. As life moves on despite it all.

Anger festers within you. Rivals with the grief that still lives on, even after all this time. Even after the exact shade of his eyes isn’t as easy to conjure in your mind anymore.

But that soft affection you felt for him. That fierce kind of fondness, blinding and overwhelming and so strong.

That remains.

Even as years wane. As time spans on and life without him shifts into something close to normal.

The way he made you feel - the way he always makes you feel - never dies down. Never shrinks in the face of a new sunrise, as dawn falls onto the world and his voice slips away.

It only grows stronger.

***

The hollow still finds you in that strange place between your reality and his. Dark and cold and full of him. So close you can almost feel him. So real it hurts.

And his voice is still there, murmuring things you don’t really listen to. Echoing around the empty space he should be, that soft little place you made for him in your heart.

It’s a blessing, to know he’s there. To know he’s somewhere.

It’s a curse, to know he’s somewhere you can’t reach him. Not really.

So you hold onto his voice. Try to grasp the threads of it in your fingers. Close your eyes and let it fall over you, gentle and calm and beautiful as it is.

***

It’s a rising tension in the air. A shift in the world, so similar to the one you felt years ago. Before the end.

Another war has begun.

***

The night he doesn’t visit you, his favorite stars do.

They gather you up in their impossibly soft embrace. Hold you close, keep you warm. Shelter you from the darkness and the grief, even if only for a few moments.

In the space between the lines, the thin veil of reality you’ve been able to find, where he is close and still so far, they whisper to you.

A story forms through the haze of their voices. One of two lovers set in the sky, separated by a river of stars between them. Close enough to taste each other. Destined to be apart.

But for one night, the heavens open up. And the two are offered the gift of time. Allowed to be together, even if only for a moment.

Bucky’s voice permeates through it all. Parts the dark of the sky, the river of stars lying between you. He calls out your name, fierce and desperate and full of love. So much love.

He’s close. You know he is. You can feel him, drawing toward you with every passing second.

***

You wake to tense air and soft light. Something strong beating within you, like the tap of his pulse has settled into your skin.

He’s so close.

Rumpled sheets gather in your hands, those that have long since lost any trace of his smell. Eyes close against the fabric, breaths shudder through a weary chest.

For the first time since the end, you hope.

***

The world has crumbled once again.

Been marred by the jaws of fate. Splintered in ways no one can ever hope to repair. Developed cracks that you know can never be filled.

But as the dust settles, he is there.

His face is worn but soft in that way it always was. Warm and open and kind, fixed with the bright smile that had grown fuzzy around the edges in your hazy memory. Slate eyes find yours through the distance, across the grassy patch of his home.

An eternity has passed.

And yet, no time has drawn between the two of you at all.

Fondness rings through you, clear as anything. That sting of grief, the ache of longing fades into something achingly familiar. Gives way to the one feeling that never left, even on the darkest days. Even in the moments you were sure it would.

Love.

It sings in the air, fills your heart and mind and soul and pushes you forward a step. Then another. Until he’s right in front of you. Broken and ragged and different.

But still.

He’s beautiful.

Grin grows. Teeth flash. Lines spark up near his eyes, so small and so sweet.

Bucky holds out his hand.

You take it.

***

Notes:

Title taken from ‘Rainbow Connection’ by Sleeping At Last.

I took another page out of @evanstarff‘s book and made a playlist for this fic, which you can find here.

The constellations used in this piece are Corona Borealis, or The Northern Crown, and the story of Altair and Vega. (The interpretations I went by are not the only variations of this story, just those I thought fit best.)

A huge thank you to the incredible Star Queen, @fangirlfiction, for lending me her expertise in the space things for this fic.

One more thank you, to my beautiful love, @marvelous-avengers, who read and cried before posting, who is always there when I need her - I adore you more than you could ever know. Thank you for everything.

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session 10 - old and new twisted faces

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> 🎵 Darkening Developments / Kevin Macleod

Picking up right again after a harrowing scream echoes throughout the alleys of the withered bone, Psalm and Rokka look to one another to decide their next course of action.

Psalm: it's not really our problem, is what i'd like to say but i get the feeling that you want to go help them anyways Rokka: you are correct my dear roommate. lets go! Psalm: wait wait wait

Psalm advises Rokka to go wake the others to go check it out, him staying and watching over ‘greenie’ in the meantime. Rokka runs over to the room with Keva, Han, Ezra and Plum inside and kicks up a big fuss that Plum and Ezra aggressively sleep through as the others each rouse tired and groggy. Keva throws a pillow at Ezra to rouse him out of nowhere and the four make their way over to the room where Psalm is to ask him why the hell he woke them up.

Han: psalm, why can we not sleep in peace :) Psalm: why are you asking me? you think i'm responsible for this? Han: i do not consider rokka responsible yes, i do consider u responsible Psalm: seems a bit unfair, we're both on watch here..... not really appreciating the bias

He explains the flash of light and the scream he heard to he group, everyone but Rokka decide they definitely are not getting involved even if a dude is dying but will accompany him to check it out on his insistence. The four heard downstairs while Psalm keeps watch over ‘greenie’ like a hawk.

Psalm: AN OCELOT NEVER LETS HIS PREY ESCAPE Plum: psalm meow like ocelot or no balls psalm by himself with greenie: MEWOOOOOWW ghester:

The four make their way outside the bar’s sturdy front door and listen about and hear sounds of someone moving a body, Rokka tries to pinpoint it but cant tell where its coming from. Han and Keva manage to figure it out while pulling on his ears, they creep around a corner and see a cloaked figure laying on the ground, someone standing over them.

Psalm: Ghester im thinking of a number between 1 and 2 decimals are allowed Ghester: 1.6 Psalm: Oh u got me...

The three recognise the figure over the body to be that of Vorde’s bodyguard from the ball. However Keva recognises him as her old friend Orin, seemingly appearing here from out of nowhere.

Psalm: and can you believe she thinks it's my fault ghester? after all i try to do to keep these idiots alive and she thinks it's my fault i was doing my job on watch duty properly Ghester: honestly it can be a little frustrating at times but you must make with what you have Psalm: i'm not about this bonds shit big boss has me doing but who am i to disobey

Orin looks to be staring intently at something in his hand, in his other he holds a bloodied sword, Keva stands frozen stock still watching him. Han makes to leave waving it off but Rokka shouts out into the quiet a YOU THERE immediately alerting him to their presence down the alley. Han quickly moves around the other side of the building in an attempt to flank him while Rokka continues to yell at him. Keva soon broken out of her shock pulls down her facemask and calls Orin’s name out. In the meantime Plum finally wakes and makes their way over to where Psalm is on guard, asking where everyone suddenly went.

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> 🎵 What We Could Have Become / Vampyr OST

Keva: “don't hurt him" i say like out of breath Ezra: ezra looks at you out of the corner of his eye as you say that keva

Keva: i take down my hood and take a step towards him "orin...?" Rokka: orin? you know them? Keva: i don't respond to rokka and tap another step towards orin

His eyes seem to scan you for a moment before he seems to relax slightly. He mumbles something under his breath before throwing up a quick mock salute with a lazy smile and turning, running off down the opposite end of the alley flicking something onto the corpse

Han in her attempt to sneak around ends up walking into a wall in the dark and licking a wet cave wall for a moment. Keva and Ezra give chase after Orin but seem to lose him quickly in the dark and twisting turns of the alleys. Han eventually finds her way back to the group where they stand about frustrated and empty handed. Plum upon hearing the commotion outside decides to head outside to check it out while Psalm continues watching.

Rokka: i follow behind keva and check up on her "what just happened--are you crying? oh my go-are you ok?" Keva: when i hear someone coming i try to force my breathing to calm and pull my hood up, @ rokka i just mumble "shut up" Rokka: < : (

Han: did all 3 of u lose him. i tried to go around and cut him off but u guys did a bang up job of that Ezra: you sure cut him off alright coming in about a minute later

Plum make their way outside to where the rest of the group is and ask about whats happened, the group then decide to go check the body that has been left in the alley in Orin’s wake. Keva is informed by the rest of the party that they saw Orin earlier during the ball and says he looked like Vorde’s servant, she seems utterly confused.

Plum: wow this is such a small fuckin town Han: you tellin me!!!! Plum: he seemed like a complete wimp when i saw him at the party, no offense Han: he did look like a wimp

The body appears to have been stabbed twice through the chest, blood staining he front of what looks to be somewhat fancy clothing. His pockets appear picked clean aside from a knife in its sheath Han pockets, the only other thing on him being the symbol Orin flipped onto his front, the group recognise it as the same one greenie had, a symbol of the Red Letterheads.

Han: ... why would the servant of a man who owns land be here Plum: ...owns land? Han: doesnt he? he said he owned a village Psalm: yknow ghester i feel like that vorde guy is definitely responsible for all that shit that happened at the ball Ghester: jumping to conclusions can make you blind to other things Han: SHUT UP GHESTER ME AND PSALM WE GOT THIS BITCH

Rokka: im just behind everyone watching them loot a dead body

Ezra inquires into how Keva knows Orin, she says she does but she didnt know he was still alive. She explains that Orin stole something back for a paladin that helped him before, but he got chased and hurt in the process. He gave the sword to her and told her to run and so she did and now she is here and so is he “i guess!”.

Han: well, congrats i guess, u didnt check the corpse well enough Rokka: so you........ran with a sword some dying dude gave you? Keva: he’s, an old friend

Plum: plums head working a mile a minute they are so confused

She explains she doesn't know what happened after she ran but swears he’d never do or hurt anyone like this for no reason. Rokka questions this but she doubles down on her statement. The group begin questioning if Vorde has some stake in this or is planning some kind of coup as they decide to head back upstairs, upstairs Psalm notices ‘greenie’ finally waking up again. Keva asks the group to try and not hurt Orin the next they see him and Han singles herself out as the only one who doesn't go ‘eh sure i guess’ but shrugs eventually. She also states she has a plan and picks up the body from the alley to take upstairs.

Han: smiles at keva with a corpse dripping all over me Ezra: renny is gonna be pissed if you track blood inside Han: ;asdflkwefd

Psalm and greenie have a impromptu staring contest while Han rips off her fancy shirt to wrap around the body and a bedroll to keep it from dripping all oer the floorboards. As they shuffle their way back upstairs Psalm hears them come and Cimmorro finally seems to hear them and wake up. He moves to check on Vinny before heading out to see what the group is up too.

Cimmorro: aight i go scout with everyone else and be like wuss poppin cimmorro shuffles through the door and sees han holding a dead guy in a bedroll and everyone standing around the small room Rokka: i point at dead body "thats poppin" Cimmorro: jesus, what did you guys do

Han attempts to interrogate greenie using the corpse by dropping it on the ground next to her which causes her to twitch slightly. She asks her if she knows a man named Vorde to confused response. While this goes on Ezra moves over and explains the current situation in Cimmorro’s ear to catch him up.

Rokka:

Cimmorro moves to say a prayer over the corpse while the rest of the group feel like they're getting nowhere with the questioning, leading to Psalm to get fed up and cast a suggestion spell on her.

you ask her what her connection is to a man named vorde, her face shifts back to that of a neutral one "i dont know anyone by this name"

Han: what is the goal of the red letterheads Greenie: kill the prideful, to kill the deceitful, to topple those in power, for him Han: and who might him be? Greenie: our leader, his grace Theyord Han: what does your grace look like? Greenie: he is holy, wise and aged, unmatched in his serenity and his anger, he wears it all upon himself for us to see Han: more physical features this time, greenie? Greenie: grey, old, standing tall

Psalm: kinda vampirish? red eyes? pointy ears Han: maybe a dilf? Rokka: hes got a nephew about ye high

Han: where might your boss be, greenie? you got a hideout? Greenie: he only shows up when he summons us for communion, i dont see him otherwise it is against the rules. I only meet where he asks me too Han: where does he ask you to meet? Greenie: across the city, all manner of places, but its rarely, he merely speaks to me at times, it is lonely Han: how does he communicate with you? Greenie: he speaks to me in my mind

Han: cool cool cool cool cool cool cool cool Psalm: what's that like? ^__^?

Han: whats the talking like greenie? Greenie: its soothing, angelic, he tells me what to do Han: what were your plans after you murdered your target? any meet up spot? Greenie: we were supposed to run and then he'd tell us what do do, but i haven't heard anything, maybe because we messed up, he must be angry at us

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> 🎵 Controlled Chaos / Kevin Macleod

Partway through their questioning as he says his prayers over the corpse off to the side Cimmorro sees one of its fingers twitch slightly underneath the fabrics. As he inspects it further he feels an air of unease begin to radiate from it as the rest of the body begins to twitch slightly. He informs the group of whats happening and they all watch as the body begins moving unatelry on the floor of the room.

Cimmorro: i hate this bc i was abt to like bother the whole interrogation by making a prayer dialogue going like "can i sing for you 😏 " at the corpse but ok Han: hey now is ur partner supposed to come back from the dead? 😬 Rokka: is this............a zombie attack

The group debate on whether they should just stab it again or tie it up or what as the body continues shifting until its moved to fully standing in the room, its head shaking at a inhuman erratic pace, arms twitching. Rokka moves to bodyslam the body soon after it stands, attempting to pin it to the ground but the corpse seems to push him off slamming him against an opposite wall. Han soon moves after to grab it into some kinda chokehold as it stands on twitching legs.

Keva: oh fuck yall what of the red letterheads symbol Orin left wasn’t a calling card or smth but smth that turns people into zombies Han: PLEASE KILL ME NOW

Han: greenie WHAT is happening to your friend holy fuck Greenie: he’s returning, he's coming back, he's been chosen

Ghester: hmm....kind of unpleasant Psalm: what is? if you know what's happening i'd love some insight Ghester: the corpse, i thought that was obvious that who sees Psalm: i hate you so much Ghester: appreciate it Psalm: anytime

Han & Keva: how does someone get chosen? Greenie: its blissfull, he decides who to choose himself Keva: WAIT IF VINNY WAS STABBED WAS HE ALSO CHOSEN Han: OH goD PLEASE DONT SAY THAT Psalm: oh, hmmm. we've been keeping an eye on him though right?

As they speak Han holds the twitching body down and asks the others to tie it up, Ezra suggests sitting on it as well to keep it down which Han does. The body starts making groaning noises out of its mouth that sounds like a weird guttural gurgling. Han continues frantically questioning greenie as the group are all utterly creeped out and on edge.

Han: what are you chosen for? Greenie: for a great purpose, to stand by him and do his work Han: what does that BLOODY mean!!!!!!! Rokka: i cover my ears "make it stop make it stop make it stop make it sto"

Cimmorro moves to inspect the body as Han sits on it to discern what in the hell is going on. He figures something is binding the soul to this corpse in some unnatural way, the twitching being especially unnerving. Psalm begins asking the group if they should chop its head off to stop the sounds.

Han: was the man you stabbed at the party also chosen?? Greenie: i dont know i can only hope if i am killed i will come back, at least then i can stand with him, i dont know what it takes only that it happens, Frello....i am glad he was given this purpose

Plum: i'm really hoping we don't trap this guy in some kind of painful existence by doing that Psalm: why would you say that now i'm faltering

Han: what is this purpose?? is your lord gonna pop up and talk thru him? why was vinny stabbed at the party Greenie: i told you already, "kill the prideful, to kill the deceitful, to topple those in power, for him. Sometimes he speaks through others, he is a symbol of pride, he was chosen for that reason

Han asks what would happen if they hacked this dudes head off and greenie responds that her grace would become very angry. Han birefly asks if greenie recognises the name ‘Ullr’ but gets confusion back similar to when she asked Vorde’s name. Cimmorro moves to inspect the body closer and the unnatural rolling of the eyes and gurgling almost make the body look conscious, through the back of the shirt though he spots something. a faint orange light shining through. The group move to quickly rip off part of the shirt and see an old brand on his back of the red letterheads symbol, glowing a faint orange. As they do this head’s next almost twists a full 180 to watch them.

Psalm: heres what i think. that vorde motherfucker is reviving people and had his little servant, keva's friend, revive this guy for that purpose. Whether or not he's affiliated with greenie is unknown to her but it seems incredibly likely, and we should probably kill this guy before he becomes more of an issue

While the group debate Cimmorro notices that the corpses gurgling is beginning to form small words and actual sounds as if he were learning how to speak.

Psalm: WOW GOOD THING I HAVEN'T CUT HIS HEAD OFF

Cimmorro makes out the words “hello” “you” and “see” he moves to tell the group that the corpse seems like its trying to communicate with them, han keeps it pinned by its forehead on the floor. Cimmorro says hello back and gets the words ‘greetings” ‘thank you” and “accomplice”.

Cimmorro: oh okay, you're welcome i guess.. who's the accomplice ??: cimmy you hear a "yourselves" and a garbled sounding noise as the corpse lifts up the edges of his cheeks in a smile

Plum attempts to identify the symbol while they speak and understands that an animate dead spell is affecting it, as they do this the eyes of the corpse swivel over in their direction. Han asks if this is Theyord and gets a ‘your grace is i’ back from the body, she asks what the fuck hes planning to do and gets "much work" and a "will see" and a "take yourselves" and a "watching". After that final communication the body seems to twitch erratically and convulse in upon itself. the glow of the mark fading leaving the corpse unmoving and silent once again.

The group debate with one another on whether or not he knows if they're here or not or if they're being kept alive for some purpose or not. Cimmorro getting somewhat paranoid from the experience leaves the room to check on Vinny and Cole, seeing them fine and asleep in their beds. He waits in their room as they others continue to discuss the state of things, watching over them for the time being. The group decide the plan hasn't changed, gather information and move afterwards, find the letterheads first and if they cant find anything they decide they’ll head to Vargonia.

Psalm: who is orin anyways? friend? family? Keva: i'm quiet for a bit "what i have left of a family" Psalm: i see

The group minus Cimmorro think on what to do with greenie now and come to the decision its better if they kill her and burn her body along with the other corpses so they dont come back again somehow. They try and figure out how to off her in the most painless way possible, Plum giving Han the petals of a plant to feed her after she knocks her unconscious. Keva goes to join Cimmorro in the room watching Vinny and Cole as the rest take the two downstairs and burn them, the smell its pretty putrid.

Han: i was doing so good on my no killing streak until this job came up Psalm: yknow i'm realising kind of belatedly we could also just bring her to the authorities Han: ............

Cimmorro: this is gonna be a long day huh kev... what are they doign out there Keva: i'm like face down on the extra bed and i say, muffled "fuck if i know"

The two discuss if Vinny will be okay to which Cimmorro says he seems to be getting better but he defintely wants to keep a close eye on him.

Keva: i turn my face to the side "...can you teach me some time? to idk, help fix people i guess, since it looks like we're stuck together" Cimmorro: oh??? well, i could. since i'm also learning and looks like that will be the case huh" i shrug "you're gonna owe me though >:) Keva: i shrug "i already owe you for the time in the basement so whatever i guess" Cimmorro: i lift my brow and start doing a thinking for a while before i go "ohhhhhhhhh yeah wow you remembered that? i didn't even think about it, it's sort of just habit to me so...it's fine but i'll be keepin tabs now hakhak" Keva: i do that like kinda laugh where you just expel some air out your nose before turning back to facedown in my pillow Cimmorro: i sigh and say "you're not so bad kevster. get some rest... you're gonna need a lot lol" Han: t poses into the room

The rest of the group make their way back up to the room post burning and rouse cole from her slumber bleary eyed telling Cimmorro what they did. Han goes to shake Vinny awake to Cimmorro’s huffing over rousing his patient as he slaps her arm away. Vinny grumbles awake and upon seeing Cimmorro sits up ramrod straight in bed grabbing him with a shout.

Vinny: YOU!! Cimmorro: HELLO? SIR? Vinny: his hair is also a mess, he grabs your shoulders for a moment before moving a little closer "...I THINK..." Cimmorro: whoahhh personal space

Plum: plum is going to go have a stress ulcer in the corner of this room Cimmorro: pet rokka to feel better Plum: why must we remove rokka's humanity Rokka: he would not mind tbh pls rokka needs comfort too

The group catch him up on the events post him getting stabbed up till now along with Cole as the two get ready to head out with the rest of them. The group decide on different groups again since they no longer need a group to stay and watch ‘greenie”. A group to go above ground and sneak into Vinny’s store and another to ask around down in the cove. Vinny decides to join the above ground group listing the laundry list of things left unattended up there, Cim follows wherever Vinny is going for the time being. While they discuss this Rokka briefly asks Vinny if he recognises the Theyord to which he thinks on and says maybe.

The group split becomes -> Han / Keva / Cole / Vinny / Cimmorro to head aboveground -> Psalm / Rokka / Plum / Ezra to stay belowground

The aboveground group tell Plum they will also retrieve some of their items for them if they can. They begin discussing and managing their disguises, as they do Cole hands Vinny her hat to replace the one he lost when he was stabbed.

The group decide to meet back at this point in 24 hours. If they dont see anyone by the meeting time then escape as you are now. Ezra notes if his group wont make it he may have a way to contact them if so but not vice versa. the group also decide to use a special code with one another to make sure they dont get duped by any future clones.

Rokka: i vote for obama take the wheel Ezra: who is obama Rokka: my great great great grandfather

Psalm: A code is a good idea Ezra: im gonna have to agree with psalms suggestion on this one

Psalm: How about Q: "where were you up to the night of the ball" "A: "i was having a grand old time"

As the group break to head their separate ways Cole moves to give the downstairs team a hug before she leaves but it soon evolves into giving everyone a hug as they leave. The hugging is spread all around.

Psalm: Ill give you a hug han (: Han: glares at psalm but opens her arms Psalm: ..........it was a joke Cimmorro: shakes my head towards psalm

They group splits off for the time being after the hug parade pulls into town, they head out to attend to their tasks, mission and goal on the mind. Theories are swarming in their heads and questions left unanswered, starting their day by pushing through the darkness ahead.

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Notes

🔮 Psalm rolled a 25 on their disguise check

🏹 Han takes the ring and disguises herself as - a half-orcish man as short as she can manage, she also obtains a 「 Poison Dagger✨」 from the 🔪Assassin

🍺 Plum asks for - their large pot of pink potion / the rest of their ingredients in their small bags

🐺 Rokka tears his shirt off when everyone began talking about clothes ( #freethenipple ) and covers himself in a cloak

🗡 Keva and 💎 Cimmorro wear their cloaks over their outfits and 💎 Cimmorro removes most of his jewellery and rolls a 14 on disguise

#recaps #181227 #YEET!

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lokiarsene · 7 years

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I may have taken this post too seriously

Rating: PG Summary: Akira notices Akechi’s been acting strange ever since the almost-kiss. Eventually, Akechi asks to clear the air. (A sorta continuation to this fic)

Written while listening to Tool’s “AEnima” because this fits those boys too.

On AO3 if you’d prefer.

After it happened, Akechi avoided Leblanc for three days.

Akira only noticed because somehow the boy's absence was as conspicuous as his presence used to be. It took him an hour to work out what that meant, and the answer was no less surprising than the question.

He was used to Akechi being around.

The next question, of course, was why, but no matter how many times Akira turned it over in his head, no answer seemed forthcoming. No pearl of wisdom dislodged itself from the ruts and folds of his mind, delivering him the prized epiphany.

By the end of the third day, when he returned home from an impromptu study session with Haru, Akira was no closer to an answer. It wasn't for lack of trying. All day long he'd pick at the thought like a scab. Why Akechi, of all people?

Because he took the time to be there. To stay around. Most of Leblanc’s regulars lingered for about twenty minutes tops. Akechi could stay for hours sometimes, nursing a few cups of coffee, making small talk with Sojiro. Sometimes he even tried to start a conversation with Futaba, sitting patient and politely distant each time she clamped up under his gaze.

But still, he wasn't the only one who came to Leblanc. He wasn’t even the only regular.

So... why spend so much time thinking about the guy?

Reluctantly, with the slow, steady drip, like rain sliding down a pane of glass, Akira's mind finally came to a conclusion somewhere around the time Haru had her third cup of tea and she crossed through his fourth English sentence ("Cant and can't are two different things, Akira-kun. Don’t forget your apostrophes." "I wouldn’t forget them if I knew what they were."). It was lop-sided and unsteady, sure, but it was a conclusion all the same.

Akechi was interesting because he was clearly suffering from something, and trying like hell to hide it. Their last encounter in Leblanc had shown that much, as clear as a too bright spring day. And though Akira was particularly sensitive at keying into the broken air and quiet agonies that all his acquaintances seemed to suffer these days, there had been something especially desperate about Akechi on that evening in the cafe.

"You looked like you wanted to scream," Akira had said to him. And it was true. Akechi's eyes were stamped with a hollowed, harrowing depth, half glazed over and lowered to the counter top as if they were too heavy to lift higher than that. And his expression had been all edges, sharp and cutting, with his teeth clenched, jaw strained, and neck tight. Akira couldn't practically feel the frustration pouring out of him, could feel his own nerves twist and tangle up in sympathetic response to the caged storm that were Akechi’s own.

So he'd done what came easy to him. He had reached out to the other boy--literally, reached out, rested his hand on his shoulder, leaned in and let his lips slide across that too tense cheek, and he whispered what he thought were the best words of comfort to give in that moment.

Or not. Maybe he'd been wrong. Maybe his best just wasn't up to Akechi's usual standards of solace. If he had any.

Or maybe Akechi had other shit going on in his life than to kill time in a cafe on a little side street that only drunks and old people paid any attention to.

Still, Akira couldn't fight the feeling that Akechi's absence had something to do with him and the not-kiss--or rather, the sliding hint of a kiss that Akira would have turned into a proper mouth to cheek or chin (or neck, or lower, or--) if there had only been time enough for it.

But there hadn't been. So he didn't.

And now he probably wouldn't get a chance--just his luck, seeing as he wanted to.

Figures.

So when Akira walked into Leblanc and saw a familiar figure with familiar light brown hair framing an all too familiar, pensive face--that was, in this light, and at this angle, if possible, even more worried-looking than it usually was--Akira thought it didn't matter if he didn't have the answer. Because in that moment he couldn't help but rejoice in the frayed, fractured feeling that took his nerves by surprise, nor could he deny the tingling twist of his stomach, or the way his breath caught and then stuttered out of his lips as his heart hammered hard against his ribs. It was a thrill, a rush, a warmth of blood and a deeper, needy hunger that only Akechi could inspire--though damned if Akira could figure out why.

And maybe this response was its own answer. Maybe he didn’t need to spell it out in simpler language than pure instinct.

It couldn't just be because Akechi was desperate and hiding something. That would be a real shitty reason to be attracted to a person. Even vultures have better reasons for eating carrion.

"You're back," Sojiro said, pulling Akira from his thoughts.

"Sorry I'm a little late," he said. He couldn't help but glance at Akechi as he spoke, but the other boy was too busy contemplating the darkness of his coffee cup. "I was studying with a friend."

"A girlfriend?" Sojiro asked, unable to hide a sly grin.

Akira glanced over at Akechi again. The other boy's mouth was pressed into a thin line, his expression thoughtful and heavy.

He shook his head. "No, nothing like that."

Sojiro scoffed. "Not with that attitude she won't be."

"And that suits me just fine."

Was he imagining it, or did he see the ghost of a smirk on Akechi's face?

Akira walked towards the back of the shop, ready to trudge upstairs and drop off his things. Mona was snoozing contentedly in his bag, but Akira knew he wouldn't complain about being moved to some place far more comfortable, like the middle of his bed. He quickly dropped off his things and changed out of his uniform for the cleanest clothes he could find on the floor.

Ignoring Mona's grumble of complaint, Akira dug into his bag for a notebook and one of his textbooks. If he was going to spend time in Leblanc, he would at least have to look the part of a diligent student. Sojiro would probably ask for his help with the dishes before long, but he could delay the inevitable if he pretended he still had work to do.

Even if that pretty much derailed his hopes to talk to Akechi. Akira frowned as he walked back downstairs. Clearly he hadn't thought this plan through.

But he couldn't worry about it. If they had a chance to talk to each other, then they'd talk. If they didn't, then they wouldn't. And then he could hope for a shot next time. Easy as that.

Leblanc was almost empty by the time Akira returned to it. Sojiro was lingering by the door, patting down his pockets. The only other customer was Akechi, who didn’t look like he was going to leave any time soon.

"'bout time you came down," Sojiro said. "I'm headin' out for some smokes, then I'm paying a visit to a friend. Mind the place for me while I'm out."

"You got it, chief."

"Show some respect."

Akira gave a mock salute and a warmer smile. Sojiro frowned at them both, but he left without another word.

Once the door was shut, Akira's eyes narrowed in on Akechi. His coffee mug was gone, but he was still sitting rooted to the stool, motionless and still trapped in thought. His elbows were planted on the counter, his fingers--gloved, slender, and thin--were woven through each other, creating a bridge of knuckles and crossed thumbs.

Akira placed his books on the countertop and made a show of taking the long way around to the back. "Did you need anything else?" he asked Akechi, glad to have a reason to talk.

Akechi didn't blink. His eyes shifted out of the glaze of thought and became instantly alert. His attention narrowed in on Akira, the motion sure, fast, and swift--as if he'd been hoping for it.

Don’t start projecting. You’ll never stop.

"Do you believe that a kiss may ruin a human life?" Akechi asked, his voice deceptively bright, the pitch lifted, as if they were talking about something as common as the new dinner menu at the Wilton Hotel's buffet.

Akira frowned. "I thought kisses were supposed to be nicer than that." He ducked his head as he strung the apron around his neck.

Akechi watched him adjust the frock and slide his hands around back to tie the strings into three little lumps of knots. "That would depend on a few things," he said.

"Like what?"

"Like who was doing it, and who was receiving it, and whether they liked it--and why."

"I doubt kisses are something you should overthink." Akira walked over to Akechi and leaned against the counter. The movements were on instinct; he barely thought about them at all. Something about Akechi always had him moving on autopilot, like the two of them were tracing the steps of a dance and struggling to figure out just which one of them was the lead.

"Is that your answer?" Akechi turned his head to the side. He was studying Akira with the sort of look that made Akira think once again that he was trying not to scream. His jaw was locked tight around every word he spoke, and his muscles were stiff, his body unwilling to relent even a small scrap of its tightly wound up control for the sake of comfort.

Enough of this. Akira rolled his eyes. "No," he said, leaning forward before Akechi could blink, could move, could react at all, "but this is."

Akira reached out to snatch at the collar of Akechi's shirt and pull him closer, as close as the counter would allow. Akechi had just enough time to lower his hands before Akira's mouth was on a collision course with his lips--his open, waiting lips.

The kiss was a hard thing, graceless and rough. Akira wished they had more time to ease into it, more time for him to adjust his hands and shift his lips and do something else with his tongue. But there was no telling when Sojiro would be back, or when a customer would walk in, and the last thing either of them needed was to be the source of gossip.

So when Akira began to pull away, he expected Akechi to let him go. What he didn't expect was another kiss right back, harder, heavier. Akechi's tongue moved over his lips and into his mouth, filling them both with the taste of the other, making each other shiver with the rush of their equal wants and need.

When they could speak again, Akira wet his lips with his tongue and smiled. "What about that spells out ruin for you?" he asked.

He had to know. Really, he did. Everything about Akechi was so serious and dire it was almost ridiculous--at least, Akira would be laughing if he weren't so sure that Akechi was playing a daily undertaker to his own sadness. There was nothing funny about that kind of burial.

"It's difficult to explain," Akechi said, though he didn't look unwilling to do so.

But then the door to Leblanc opened and both boys clamped up tighter than a Palace on high alert. Sojiro frowned at them both, but he said nothing and Akira had nothing to offer. Nothing his guardian would want to hear, anyway.

Akechi paid for his coffee, wished Sojiro a good night, and wasted no time in leaving the shop. Akira watched him go, another question churning away in his mind, yet another question he wasn’t sure how to answer--but he could be sure of one thing, at least. Akechi was asking the same damn thing, and the only way either of them would get any peace was at the end of the other’s lips.

“Hey, kid. The dishes aren’t going to get done by themselves.”

Akira wet his lips again, tasting what remained of the kiss, and stuck his hands under the tap. The water burned, aching, raw. He barely felt it. His nerves were too busy singing something else to notice a thing like pain.

#akeshu #shuake #goro akechi #akira kurusu #persona 5 #fanfic #this is prolly sloppy sorry #i'm better at writing akechi than i am akira

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attina-the-responsible · 7 years

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How to Deal with the Aftermath According to Mermaids ~*~ [Mersisters]

In which the sisters check in...

@andrina-the-amazingsupergenius, @aquata-the-bold, @alana-the-badbitch, @ariel-the-rebellious

[tw -- mentions of murder and horrible stuff like that, ptsd, some gore, etc etc]

Andrina so how long until i can make hell puns

Aquata go for it, just start them now Aquata for real though, is everyone good?

Alana just dandy

Attina mhm mhm

Alana the real question is how is andrina Alana how was married life

Andrina god thank u i was waiting for someone to ask Andrina its not like i was MARRIED TO AL MCWIGGIN OR ANYTHING Andrina imagine being married to a WOW avatar Andrina thats what it was like

Attina don't they normally have nice bodies?

Alana Hey dad bods are in

Andrina im not even talking about the body im talking about how they talk and think and act and hammer at swords Andrina i swear it was like i was transported into an episode of Game of Thrones

Attina sounds harrowing

Ariel Do we have to talk about it?

Alana I want all the nitty gritty mcwiggin sex details

Andrina well we could shove it down for years until we all start manifesting split personalities and other mental disorders

Attina honestly,

Andrina u know like we did with mom lmao

Attina we don't have disorders. or split personalities.

Ariel Please don't talk about Mom.

Aquata sure we don't

Alana we r all dandy Alana that's my word of the week

Andrina i didnt talk about mom i mentioned her off hand as an example Andrina im all set to talk about how great i looked in that toga Andrina or honestly alana did you tap that

Attina andrina.

Andrina WHAT its an honest question Andrina if im gonna talk about mcwiggin i want Hot Daddy Ginger details

Alana duh

Attina alana! how /old/ is that man?

Alana idk it didnt come up Alana your age lol? Alana he was my husband, atty we were in love~~

Andrina mcwiggin's older than me i think

Attina were you in love? like--other you?

Alana other me was sold off because it was a good match Alana and she enjoyed the lavish lifestyle and the hot dude idk man

Andrina you know what i should have asked

Alana real me was like oh man what if im stuck here might as well have fun Alana carpet matches the drapes yes

Andrina how much they paid for me Andrina really?? im insatiably curious

Ariel They didn't really pay for us. I mean, not real them

Alana al was p rich you mustve been a catch

Andrina yeah i wanna know how many goats/bags of wheat/coins i went for Andrina do you think al knows Andrina do u think if i text him it would be weird Andrina "hi how much did u pay for me"

Alana no do it Alana i bet you were at least two goats

Attina it wasn't even our husbands who paid, it was their owners Attina GOD owners.

Andrina wow two whole goats, how many meals can u get outta goats Andrina omg guys my master was quite fit actually he was A Big Deal

Alana ider who mine were--uh Alana lmaoo #awkward

Ariel He didn't own you. It wasn't real. Dash wouldn't want to own anybody, and his family wouldn't either Ariel It was all like a bad dream I just Ariel want to forget it

Attina [unsent] well maybe if you hadn't RAN AWAY you would've been FINE

Alana did howl throw a party too big Alana i heard it was a rager Alana wouldve gone if Ginger Daddy and i didnt have other evening plans

Andrina ariel couldn't you have just had some of that water then? Andrina seriously i have some if you want it

Ariel I don't... I don't know. I want to forget but... I don't want to forget all of it. I have some water too, just in case, but... I really don't know. I don't want to be like you said. I don't want to repress it again.

Alana what are u repressing was this that bad Alana i mean the escort thing was hella annoying

Ariel I don't want to talk about it.

Andrina ariel, i get that, i do but-- you realize that is repressing it too right?

Aquata then why keep bringing it up

Alana ^^

Ariel I don't know. I don't know what to do. I don't want to talk about it and I want to forget it but I don't want to forget everything because that's not going to help either I just didn't realize thinking about Mom would hurt this much Ariel I'm sorry

Andrina well i think we should all talk about it then. rip it off like a bandaid

Ariel I didn't know I would see her down there Ariel I didn't know I would see

Alana you didnt know you would see our dead mum in the land of the dead

Aquata ....

Ariel I didn't think I would watch her die.

Alana [unsent] lmao same tho but not mum ok woops nope Alana it was one of the Alana idk underworld things

Ariel Over and over again and I couldn't stop it.

Alana they play tricks on you so ive heard in the gossip train

Andrina oh right like it wasnt real it wasnt how she actually died

Ariel But what if it was? Ariel It was so awful Ariel It's all I can see, just replaying and replaying over and over

Aquata then drink the water

Alana yeah jeez Alana no point in being noble if you cant lift your own head up

Ariel But then I'll forget the good things, too.

Andrina how about you tell us all the good things?

Alana such as,,

Ariel The good things that happened and all the good stuff I remembered.

Andrina you write them down for yourself

Alana very detailed

Andrina then you'll still have them. you can remind yourself and we can tell you that its real

Ariel But can you tell me how it felt? All those memories with Jim being so nice to me and helping me and playing with me when we were younger and telling me that he would keep me safe? Ariel Can you tell me about how Jim was there for me every step of the way? Ariel How can you explain how good of a person he was to me if you can't tell me about seeing Mom's death?

Aquata holy shit it was a fake life you know him in real life, right? you know what hes like already

Alana look kiddo, that's the stuff you gotta let go of because that was some fake mumbo jumbo past that we all got stuck with

Andrina That's why you write it all down and you tell yourself. Andrina and honestly yeah-- that isnt the real jim and you should like jim for jim, not for fake jim.

Ariel But it was real Jim that was there with me in hell

Aquata i was engaged but whatever

Ariel I mean - it was Pleiades too, but it was also Jim

Aquata HOLY SHIT NO IT WASNT Aquata IT Aquata WAS Aquata FAKE

Alana yah thank god or andrina and al would be banging

Aquata that crazy bitch created it. it wasnt real. end of story.

Andrina the horror, the horror,

Ariel Jim being with me in hell wasn't FAKE, it was REAL. I was there. I saw it and felt it all, and so did he. The past lives may have been fake but what we went through was REAL

Andrina Seriously-- I think you should write down the stuff that you like then. I do. Jim will understand that the other stuff is just too painful to death with right now. He'd want you to be okay, Ariel, however you need to be okay.

Alana ariel i have no bloody idea what you want us to tell you that andrina has not repeated ten times now

Aquata then do what andy said, write down the good memories, and drink the damn water because you cant complain about the bad and then immediately not want to forget the good

Alana atty where r u we need parental guidance

Andrina ok chill out aquata she can complain if she wants Andrina we dont need atty to be decent fucking sisters

Alana she listens to atty

Ariel It's okay, nevermind. I shouldn't have said anything. Just forget it

Alana so i think itll mean more coming from her Alana fineee just trying to help

Andrina Ariel, it's not okay. Look, if you don't want to forget about it, then thats' fine. If you want to like, talk about it and stuff, we should talk about it. I joke but yeah it wasnt exactly fun not knowing where my sisters were and watching daily executions by some whacked out nutjob

Andrina so you can talk to me ok

Ariel I just want to know how you guys have done this for so long

Alana done what

Attina Look, everyone. Nothing about this experience was something anyone has gone through before. Which means we have no idea how to deal with it and YELLING at each other isn't the way to fix it. We need to be patient and understanding towards one another. Ariel, I'm so sorry about what you went through. But, you have to realize that you hurt us by LEAVING. You didn't tell anyone where you were. I thought you were dead. Daddy thought you were dead. I thought I'd lost you and I don't know exactly what went on for you but for a good twelve hours, all /I/ could see was /you/ dying over and over in a thousand different ways. We need to come /together/, and be open and willing to talk to each other during times like this. Otherwise we'll just splinter apart, and I know none of you want that.

Alana oh there u r

Ariel I thought I was doing the right thing. Not telling anyone I was going. I didn't want anyone to worry. I just wanted to go and save everyone, but I couldn't

Attina No. You couldn't. Because we're supposed to make these decisions /together/ as a family. We're weak apart.

Aquata we're not weak

Ariel I don't believe that

Alana whoa okay speak for yourself Alana that was for atty not u ariel

Andrina look im just so glad that you're okay and im proud of you for trying ariel. we shouldn't be talking about any of this over text though

Attina and this is exactly why all of you get into trouble!

Ariel I don't know how else to talk about it Ariel No one ever does

Andrina well that means we can't do it wrong huh? we'll all just kinda fumble it up together but at least we'll be in the same room

Ariel If I get into trouble for trying to save you all, then I'm fine with that!

Alana better get into trouble than be boring

Attina I'd rather be boring and alive than whatever you think you're being and /dead/.

Alana im not sure who youre yelling at here because im not the one who ran off into the land of the dead Alana theres a difference between oh lana broke curfew and oh ariel and kid hero jim hawkins decide to save the world

Andrina can we like not yell at each other at all how about that Andrina whats done is done

Ariel If Attina would stop pretending she knows everything, maybe there wouldn't be any yelling

Aquata holy shit

Alana i think you scared her off ariel

Andrina i hereby move to wipe this text history and start over Andrina who seconds my motion

Ariel I didn't want to scare her off, she just was talking like I didn't know what I was doing

Attina I don't think I know everything, but I know not to run off to HELL to try to save the world on some selfish delusion of grandeur.

Ariel I knew what I was doing

Alana ohp too late andy

Attina oh really, is that why you're so terrified you can barely speak?

Ariel I wasn't being SELFISH, I was trying to SAVE everyone. To save YOU. And Aquata and Alana and Andrina and Arista and Adella and Daddy and myself Ariel EVERYONE

Attina BULLSHIT ariel, we were perfectly fine.

Ariel You were SLAVES Ariel we were SLAVES Ariel people were in a JAIL in PRISON Ariel people were EXECUTED Ariel How could you even say that?

Attina THOSE PEOPLE WEREN'T /US/ THEY DON'T MATTER

Alana this isnt some YA book a 17 year old does not save the day Alana i mean realistically

Ariel Of course they matter!

Alana if you wanna do something you gotta work within your means

Ariel Why are our lives more valuable than anyone else's??

Alana cold, atty

Ariel I can't believe you would even say that!!! Ariel What if Paul had been in prison?? His life doesn't matter???

Attina not as much as yours, or any of you.

Ariel That's not right

Attina and i'm sure he'd say the same thing. his babies are more important than me to him. which is how it should be.

Andrina glad we're casually debating morals and ethics

Alana anyone want a face mask

Ariel I'm not going to apologize for doing what I thought was the right thing, for trying to help everyone

Aquata how about a shot instead

Alana im game

Attina I'll take that shot.

Andrina this reminds me of something my darling mcwiggin said to me

Attina Or two or three. Attina just give me the whole bottle.

Aquata or the whole bottle

Alana jinx now you guys cant talk till i say your name

Aquata too bad

Alana what did mcwiggin say

Andrina nice, digital high five

Alana wow now you get 7 years of bad luck aqua :C

Andrina he said, andrina, you are the most beautiful creature i've ever seen Andrina (we'd just finished making love under the sunset) Andrina and i was like u know what al tiberius mcwiggen

Aquata shit im doomed forever

Alana that's poetic

Andrina you're right.

Attina now i need two bottles

Alana next movie night's gonna be awkward when we pick up the dvd

Aquata you need to go hit him up andy Aquata were sending you to get it

Andrina alas, it cannot be Andrina he has another lover

Ariel Maybe if she gets drunk she'll actually step off her high horse and say something that doesn't involve her knowing what's best and always being right

Aquata for fucks sake

Alana i h8 to break it to you ariel but atty has like nine years more experience of like existing in the world Alana and interacting with it

Ariel That doesn't make her right about everything

Attina Whatever, Ariel. You're the one who needs to come off your high horse. Don't come crying to me when someone knocks you off it.

Alana makes her more right when it comes to dealing with shit

Ariel I won't. You'd just yell at me, anyways. It's all you know how to do.

Alana thats not true she cleans very well

Andrina she also makes killer lemon squares

Attina Well if you weren't a brat, then I wouldn't yell at you.

Andrina probably not as delicious as the delicacies that al tiberius mcwiggin purchased for me from the market but close

Alana you gotta hit him up

Ariel I'm not being a BRAT, don't CALL me that

Andrina he has another LOVER what am i to do

Alana flash your tits Alana age old triton advice

Aquata does he /really/ though

Andrina he doesnt like me for my tits 😟 Andrina he likes me for my personality 😟

Alana gasp Alana the horror

Andrina i know tbh maybe he's gay Andrina no he's not he made wild and passionate love to me

Alana did u guys like Alana do it as yourselves

Attina Well, stop acting like one. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

Andrina 69

Alana like not fake selves

Andrina corkscrew Andrina monkey Andrina koala

Alana koala

Andrina all that and more

Alana nice use of the shrug emoji, atty Alana 10/10

Ariel I am NOT acting like one! You can't keep treating me like I don't know anything and like you know everything because you DON'T. Just because you're older that doesn't make you all wise or something. In fact, most of the time you don't know what to do - you can't even flirt with a boy and you're way older than I am! Ariel So STOP being such a rude, bossy know-it-all, I'm sick of it!

Aquata ummm im pretty sure she /can/ flirt with a boy considering shes been on a couple dates with paul?

Alana ouch ariel low blow

Aquata thats neither here nor there though

Andrina oh right we also did the flying ninja Andrina his form was impeccable Andrina for such a robust man, he's graceful in the bedroom

Attina Fine, if you want me to stop babying you. FINE. Consider it done. You're officially NOT MY CONCERN.

Alana i did not need that imagery thanks

Ariel GOOD. I don't NEED to be your concern. I SHOULDN'T be.

Alana is THIS random CAPS thing something WE'RE doing NOW

Andrina hOW exCitING

Aquata can we not

Ariel You moved out. I already have to deal with Daddy. I shouldn't have to deal with you BOSSING me around and saying you know best like this. You're not Mom

Alana low blow ariel

Aquata so about that shot Aquata or bottle

Alana i can swing by ur room in 5, aqua Alana i have malibu

Aquata get here in 2 then Aquata because i need the entire bottle rn

Alana so demanding Alana omw

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Preparing for the gig, sorting the details out with mum because she wants in; the bus shows up. She forgets to flag it down, so it turns around. The van rolls up, with 'the band'(?) and Lars, who's hell bent on simply taking the ecstacy, even though he said he doesn't have enough, like an addiction. Him and I scuttle out of his flat and part ways. I go downstairs to feed one of the mice, and then decide to see how he's going. He's a nice guy, this man who's legally fostering us, but he didn't count on my sister and I being demonic siblings locked in eternal conflict. As I'm walking through the kitchen - I hear the fragile shattering of glass, and red stains the floor up ahead. There is no time. She attacks from the darkness, scratching obsessively at my skin like a possessed cat; and I struggle to remove her thin crone's frame from my orbit. She's light as a small animal, but hell-bent on my torture. The scratches scratch, but hardly any pain released. This is our destiny, to quarrel in this home for eternity, almost every moment a battle, and every other a tense purgatory; waiting for the fight to begin again. Smashing into cupboards and walls, I pull her thick black hair from behind her, jerking her head backwards, and in succession, push her off of me with my free hand; sneering at her. By this point we've fought into the hallway, and sitting on either side of the landing. She gives me a filthy look. The door at the top of the stairs opens and the man steps out, speaking out in woe about how he 'cant take this right now', can't we see he's trying to deal with it all right now? Another therapy session no doubt. Although one wonders what he's spewing out in there. Suddenly she lunges for my throat, luckily I'm ready- deftly manoeuvring from the bottom of the stairs back into the threshold darkness of the kitchen beyond. She glares at me. 'Quit it', I say, 'I've to feed the mice' I turn my back on her, but don't start stepping away, instead I leap to my next standing point, and look back. She's standing exactly where I was a second ago- it's more than reasonable to assume she swiped at me the moment I turned my back. 'Seriously', I say, 'just let up for a moment will you' and start walking across the kitchen. I know she can't help it, and neither can I; possession's funny like that, not that we are, we're just..different. Don't get me wrong, we are unholy, inhuman being's of some form; it's just we've been in this house for so long playing cat and mouse as teenage siblings, hundreds of years; I'd like to think a thousand, but it might have only been one. Memory's also funny like that, at least when you've been this old. There's no putting a figure on it, just as far as I can tell, we've always existed; in some form or another. As I step over what I like to call 'the breaking point' in the kitchen, a glass chalice of red liquid appears in the middle of the room, mid-air, though already in free fall. It takes less than a second from its appearance to its destruction on the ground, and even a fraction after that, the glass has faded from sight, though the red stain remains; and will until it has stopped being observed by both of us. 'See, I've never got that', I begin, turning towards her. 'what's with that one?' 'Restorative energy,' she casually remarks, 'though I've never really needed it' And I know it's true, for as satanic as we are compared to others, I've never known any offence we've laid on each other to even leave a lasting mark. 'Mm,' I acknowledge as a form of reply, as I turn and continue through the dim light of the unused lounge room, into my bedroom, taking a seat next to the desk which house various assets, such as mice pellets, and my laptop. I hear her sit down behind me, on the couch. I split. (Suddenly I'm no longer the male sibling of this harrowing pair, I'm simply myself; the male sibling has left the room, leaving me with the sister) We chat about the mice, how rampant they roam around the room- one in particular runs up and down my arm leaning on the desk, and across my shoulders. 'He probably wants you to feed him,' she suggests. 'Oh, yeah, right' Before I can ask what amounts are involved with feeding mice, she hands me her phone, it has her Facebook profile showing on screen, suggesting we friend up digitally. I glance at her; I know I'd like nothing more. She's pale, pretty, bushy black hair with a somewhat macabre fashion sense, donning a billowing white dress, almost seeming like it's made of curtains. Less obnoxious than gothic, just almost like a timeless, old world thing. Plus she's an embodiment of dark power, probably deadly to anger, and dripping with scathing sorcery to boot. I don't know about you, but that's a massive turn on. Plus, she's 'too cool', not even bordering on cold, more like ice. I find her incredibly attractive. Even still, I can't resist saying outloud while handing her back the phone 'Get your cute internet away from me'. And it's true, I hate the internet, social media most of all. If I was in that game, I probably never would have found myself here, a paranormal recluse. Her eyebrow raises as I hand her back the phone, getting up from the couch, and flopping on the bed. I turn back to the mice, intent on figuring out their foodstuffs. Before I can, the sibling version of me returns; although we're less like the split, more like good friends. He even looks different, not that I notice. 'You didn't feed them right,' he mutters as he boots up his laptop. I shrug, turning my head back to where she was lying before, but isn't now.

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