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Hi! Could you do a enemies to lovers with Minho. You guys were both taken by WICKD at a young age and became pretty good childhood friends and then later you started dating in your teens. Minho was then taken away and you rebelled with Thomas and they sent you up. In the maze you don’t get along with Minho but then suddenly you both get a memory of you two dating from before the maze. Angst and you don’t get together until scorch trials? Jealous Minho lolol. Love ur work!

It’s Always Been Minho (TMR Minho X Reader)

Fandom: The Maze Runner

Requested: Clearly

Warnings: WICKED

Pronouns: She/Her

W.C. 5124

Summary: Minho and the reader were together before the maze. What will happen in the maze and after they get out?

As always, my requests and ships are OPEN

MASTERLIST // HITLIST

~~(^Google/Wiki fandom)

I couldn’t see. The last thing I saw was the WICKD workers taking me out of the little cave I called home after my parents went crazy. They caught the Flare.

I couldn’t remember all that happened. I recall them saying I would be safer with them rather than on my own. They said they wanted to help find a cure. They said I was immune. I didn’t know what that meant. I was four.

My head hurts. I think I was screaming. It could have been someone else. Who knew? It has only been a week since I followed those WICKD soldiers out of my cave. They took me to their facility. There were more people there. I didn’t get to meet any of them, but I saw them when I first walked in. I was the youngest. I didn’t like it.

They told me it was a simple test. They wanted to see my brain waves when I did puzzles. Then, they knocked me out, and now, it hurts. There’s a boy in the bed next to me. He stopped screaming a while ago. The nurses and doctors refused to come in while we were screaming, and he learned that the hard way.

By the time I stopped screaming, another person a few rooms over started. “I hate this. It hurts.”

“Tell me about it,” the boy said, turning to glare at me. “You didn't have someone next to you screaming their head off for the last hour.”

“My bad,” I sassed, looking over to meet his gaze. “By the sound of it, everyone reacts this way at first.”

“You’d be right about that one,” he laughed. “Last time a nurse came in here was to drop you off. That was a few hours ago.”

“How long have you been in here?”

“Since yesterday,” he signed, flipping over to his side. “Said I could leave this morning but never told me anything after that.”

“I’m sorry. Probably my fault. I’m (Y/N).”

“Or they’re just jerks,” he laughed again. “I’m Minho.”

~4 years later~

There was knocking. I was sure of it. A few minutes passed by before I heard it again. This time, I stood up to open my door only to find Minho leaning against the wall.

“Took you long enough, sweetcheeks,” he whispered.

“Are you insane?” I seethed, moving to pull him into my room. “Them WICKD workers could kill you for sneaking out.”

“Oh yeah?” He asked, rhetorically as he moved towards my bed. “What good’ll that do them? They need us.”

“Point is that they’re sticklers for rules, and one of the main rules is to not leave our rooms after lights out.”

“Again, what’ll they do? Kill me? Doubt that,” he smirked as he wrapped his arms around my waist to pull me down to the bed on top of him as he laid down. “Plus, I got news.”

“What kind of news?”

“Good news,” he smiles. “Everyone’s merging.”

“Like everyone everyone or most of us?”

“Well, obviously the golden four won't be with us, but I heard we’re gonna be allowed to eat together, go to classes together, and we’ll have roommates.”

“They would never room you with me,” I laughed at his statements. “They’ll stick you with Newt and me with Harriet.”

“Unless they group us in those two huge rooms by the stairs,” he offered. “Maybe they’ll split us into the groups they’re prepping us for.”

“If they do that, they’re probably going to split us by gender,” I countered. “I heard group A was going to be the guys and group B was the girls.”

“Well, I guess I’ll be sneaking into the girls’ room every night.”

“Take a lady to dinner first.”

“I literally eat with you at every meal!”

~4 years later~

I couldn’t sleep. I just couldn’t shut down. This room was too big, too echo-y. Every little sound caused anxiety to rise in my chest. I didn’t like this new room. I missed my isolated cell. I miss Minho randomly stopping by and talking for hours. It’s been years since the merge, but I still do not like it.

Then, I heard the door close. I pretended to be asleep, in fear of the WICKD guards catching me again. The footsteps echoed through the room, but they did not sound like the boots of other WICKD workers. They sounded like someone was being careful of where they were going like they were searching for someone.

“Pst,” they whispered. “I hate that you guys can’t stick with one format. Like they’re just beds! Why do you have to rearrange it so often?”

“Maybe you boys are just boring,” I laughed in response, immediately recognizing the voice as Minho. “Why do you come in here every night?”

“Maybe I just want to see you, sweetcheeks,” he teased as he continued to move around the room blindly until he tripped over something on the ground. “What's with all this clunk?”

“Shut up, Minho! If you want to hang with your girlfriend, take her out and let us sleep!” One of the girls exclaimed. With a groan, and probably an eye-roll, he got up and found my bed.

“Finally,” he let out a breath. “Now, you want to get out of here?”

“Take a lady to dinner first,” I laughed.

“What if I want our first date to be a walk in the park?” He offered before pausing, “or facility. We don't have a park.”

“What if I said yes?”

“Then, I will take you out right now.”

“Okay,” I giggled. “Let me grab a jacket and my shoes real quick.”

“Here,” he said, taking his hoodie off, revealing a long sleeve WICKD shirt underneath. He helped me put it over my head once I sat up in my bunk. “Take mine. I bet you’d look cute in it”

“Oh, smooth, Min,” I replied, sarcastically. “Now, lead the way.”

He grabbed my hand, pulling me out of the large room into the hallway where we met up with Alby.

“Took you bloody long enough,” Alby complained. “We almost got caught twice!”

“Didn’t take you as a stickler,” Minho shot back.

“Last I thought, you were just going in and getting the girl,” Alby laughed as he pushed himself up from where he was sitting on the floor. “Didn’t realize it’d take you 20 minutes.”

“Okay, shut up both of you,” I stated. “You need to pack your patience.”

“And you just got shut down by a girl,” Minho laughed. He pulled me along, leaving Alby behind. “Let’s go, you lazy shanks! We’re going to kidnap Thomas and Teresa.”

“That was the plan?” I wondered. “How are we going to get them to follow us?”

“Just say we found something cool,” Alby laughed. “They’re probably bored as heck in their rooms all day. They don’t get to see anyone besides the doctors and each other, so anything is better than nothing.”

“Exactly,” Minho agreed as we continued down the hallway towards their respective rooms that were at opposite ends of the hall. “We can also show them what WICKD is trying to get us to do. Show them what kind of experiments they are doing to us.”

“I’ll get Teresa, you guys get Thomas,” I said, stopping her room, as the others continue to the other end. I raise my hand to knock, and almost immediately, Teresa opens the door. “Come on. We’re gonna take a tour.”

“Anything to get out of this room,” she laughed, closing her door behind her, and we started heading down to Thomas’s room. “Do you know where?”

“Not exactly, but knowing the boys, it’s probably the ‘super-secret hiding place’ they found last week,” we laughed. “Did you get Thomas yet?”

“Yeah, he’s talking with Alby,” Minho answered, leading us over to the rest of the group. “Now, let’s go before someone sees us on the cameras.” Teresa walked ahead to meet up with the only other person she knew in the group while Minho and I stayed a few steps behind the rest. “Are we going to the place?”

“Yeah,” he responded, wrapping his arm around my shoulder. “We’re gonna show them exactly what they are feeding.”

“Is that so?” Another voice asked, causing us all to stop as another group of WICKD workers came out from behind the corner we were about to cross. “Why don’t we show you what we’re trying to do?”

Without an escape, we all follow the workers, and we are met by a few other people at the elevators. I could only recognize two of them: Dr. Paige and Chancellor Anderson.

“We are going to show you exactly what we are keeping you safe from,” Dr. Paige explained.

“Oh, we finally get to know what happens when someone gets the flare?” Minho exclaimed sarcastically. “I’m shaking in my boots.”

I turned to slap his arm as we got into the elevator and went down. Chancellor Anderson and Dr. Paige just shook their heads in response as we rode down in silence. We just awkwardly looked around at each other. Despite having done this many times, this is the only time we have been caught. Probably because this was the first time we brought Thomas and Teresa with us. Finally, after what felt like forever, we stopped at the last level. Dr. Paige led us out with Alby, Minho and I walking out first while Thomas and Teresa followed behind us with Chancellor Anderson after them.

We walked down a dimly lit hall to a large metal door at the end. Thomas and Teresa were taken another way with Chancellor Anderson doing who knows what. Once we approached the door, Dr. Paige turned to us slowly as one of the workers began opening the door. “This will, hopefully, put into perspective what our mission is, and why we do what we do.”

“Keep your mouth shut, Min, and let’s just get this over with,” I stated, turning to send a glare at Minho before moving to go into the room first. I am immediately met with a large room that looked like a forest. The next thing I noticed was the groans. I looked to the side to see Randall Spilker. He had black veins spreading around his body, blood flowing from his mouth, and the tips of his fingers were gone. “What happened to him?”

“The flare,” Randall answered. “Don’t you understand? This is what they are keeping you safe from. They are trying to keep you safe from people like me. To find a cure.”

“It’s not like we were going to leave,” Alby responds.

“Yeah, we were going to show Thomas and Teresa all the work they’ve been putting into this place,” Minho added. “We saw those huge areas you’ve been building, and wanted to show them what’s been going on.”

“Minho, respectfully, shut up,” I hissed. His big mouth was going to get us into more trouble than we already were.

“All I’m doing is defending us,” He responded.

“And because we want to get our message across, Minho, why don’t I show you around this room first?” Randall offered.

“Is that even safe?” I nearly shouted.

“We would never let the cranks harm any of you,” Dr. Paige said. “However, we will throw you in to understand them.”

Before Alby or I could register what Dr. Paige said, two other workers pulled us back out of the room, leaving Minho with the cranks. Out of the room, down the hallway, and back to the elevator; we were dragged. Once in the lift, the workers pulled out these syringes before plunging them into our necks

I wake with a start, tied down to a hospital bed in my old room. Thomas is next to me, shaking me awake. I groaned before squeezing my eyes closed to block out the white lights of the room. “What the shuck, Tom.” I slowly opened them again to take in the boy in front of me. He looked nothing like earlier. He looked a few years older. “How long was I out?”

“They’ve been keeping you in an induced coma for the past three years,” he explained. “They started sending people to the maze after you got caught. Alby went first, then Newt, Minho, Gally-”

“Hold up, what maze?” I was so confused. I could not register it all at once.

“The groups they separated us in. The gigantic structures in the basement. Those are mazes like the ones we did in class. They want to monitor our brainwaves to see if they can find a cure,” he explained once again.

“How do mazes and puzzles find a cure for a DNA-altering disease? Doesn’t that seem fishy to you?”

“That’s why I woke you up,” he whispered. “They don’t know. They gave me access to all floors and rooms once Teresa and I agreed to help them, and I need backup.”

“What kind of backup?”

“Okay, so I want you to find out exactly what they are doing with the tests,” he explained. “If anyone can figure it out, it’s you. Once you find the results and their intentions, we can get them out. You also need to hide from anyone besides me. Again, I’m the only one that knows you’re awake.”

“Got it.”

It has been a few weeks of me sneaking around the facility, taking notes on every little thing I believe would be helpful to Thomas. I have been writing as much as I could, sliding the pages under his door, and hiding in one of the back closets.

Today, I was going to try and get down to the basement to see the mazes. Looking over the building plans, there was a small passage from the stairs to a platform that looks over one of the mazes. By the looks of it, it should be an easy thing, especially at night.

It was nearing midnight, and I know the majority of the staff is off to bed. I make my way down the never-ending staircases to reach the last floor before turning off towards a door that leads to the passage. The narrow hallway twisted into a spiral staircase. Once I got to the top, I opened the door to see a gigantic enclosed yard.

“Holy crap,” I whispered to myself as I looked at the field. From where I was standing, I could see a few people walking around the perimeter, and in those people, I saw Minho. It was him, Newt, Alby, Ben, and Gally. I had no clue what they were talking about but they were laughing at something, then Alby slapped the back of Minho’s head. I jotted some notes about what the place looked like and what they were doing into the notebook I snagged from one of the supply closets. I hid the book in the back of my shirt and turned to leave, but the sound of the passage door locking.

I took off running down the normal entrance/ exit stairs despite knowing it would be completely open; if I was going to get caught, I needed to make sure Thomas knew what was going on in the mazes. I took off running up the stairs, hearing the pounding of multiple sets of footsteps following behind me. I took a shortcut up to Thomas’ room. I needed to get these to him without the guards noticing.

I turned the corner to his room before throwing the entire notebook under the door and taking off toward the only exit I knew of. As I got to the last door, I opened it using a key card I had stolen from a desk, but when the door opened, I was met by Janson.

“Who woke you up?” He teased me. “Last I checked, you were unconscious.”

“I woke up myself, Ratman,” I laughed in response. “Just you wait until I tell everyone in this facility exactly what you are doing with us. I saw those grievers. You are literally trapping us and not letting us leave! I have seen seven people get killed by those grievers directly, and another ten from getting stung. I will make sure that everyone knows about the cruel punishments you put us through!”

“Maybe, but you’re not going to remember what you saw,” he responded. I was not able to respond before a doctor came up behind me and injected me with something.

I couldn’t tell where I was. I couldn’t see, but I could tell that I was moving. Very fast at that. After my eyes adjusted to the dark area, I could make out that I was in a small room with boxes surrounding me. I went to go over to the crates but fell down as the room came to a sudden stop.

The top of the room opened, and I had to squint my eyes as the bright light evaded the area. Once I was able to see again, I noticed a group of guys huddled around the opening.

“What the shuck?” One said.

“Since when did they send girls here?” Another said.

“Oh great,” A third said with an eye roll, “stick her with Fry. I’m not dealing with her.”

“What is this place?” I asked. “Who are you?”

“You’ll learn with time, greenie,” The second guy said, jumping into the box. “I'm Alby. I run this place. It’s the Glade.”

“What did I miss?” A guy walked, more like limped, over from a building. “Wait, they sent a girl?”

“Yeah, Newt. What does that mean?” The first guy that spoke said.

“I don’t know,” Newt responded. He and the guy he was talking to walked over to the end, and the other jumped in with Alby and me while Newt stayed at the top.

“Minho, take her and show her around,” Alby commanded. Minho went to protest, but Alby stopped him. “Newt would, but his leg is still healing and walking ain’t doing him any good.”

“Fine, let’s go, greenie,” he huffed, climbing out of the box.

“Who are you calling greenie? What is a greenie?” I responded, following him out. “Last I checked my name was (Y/N).”

All of the guys gasped in surprise and started talking among themselves. Alby climbed out as well and pulled Newt into a side conversation while Minho just stared at me like I was crazy.

“You know your name? Already?” He asked, curious as to why the creators would send someone with at least partial memories.

“Yeah, you think I’m dumb?” I snapped.

“No, just no one remembers anything when they get here,” he snapped as well. “And until you can prove that you’re not useless, you’ll just be weak to me.”

It has been a few months in the glade. I have not remembered anything other than my name, but I moved past that in order to prove myself to these boys. The only people in this place that did not question my worth were Alby and Newt even though I have worked my way up to being a builder and occasional runner.

Minho had some weird vendetta against me. He thinks I am out to get him or something stupid like that. It’s almost like he doesn't understand that I am just doing my part.

“Why don’t you let the stronger guys take care of that,” Minho sneered, poking at the fact that I was carrying wood to the area where we would have the bonfire. “Look like you’re struggling there, shank.”

“Minho, respectfully, shut up,” I growled, “Let me do my job in peace. I don’t run into the maze to bug you.”

“Hmmm, yeah you do.”

“Not on days that I’m not allowed,” I snapped. “Even then I’m not near you and Ben. I’m off on my own.”

“Hey, (Y/N), get back to work,” Gally shouted, “Those logs ain’t gonna move themselves.”

I was about to respond when the box sounded that a new shipment was in as well as a new greenie. We all went to crowd around the box, and when it opened, I recognized the person. I could not say from where, but his face looked familiar. He didn’t give anyone a chance to say anything before he jumped out of the box and bolted towards the doors of the maze. Minho and I took after him, but we didn’t need to run for long as the greenie tripped. Once we got him into the slammer, I knew I wanted to talk to Alby about making him a runner.

“That’s a suggestion you need to bring up with Minho,” Alby said. “It’s his section.”

“You know he’d never listen to me,” I started. “Plus, he’d never let a newbie into the maze.”

“Here, we will have a meeting, and we’ll vote on it.”

“No.”

“We already voted, and we need more runners,” I reasoned. “You’re not even running with him. I’m the only one that doesn’t have a partner.”

“Still, I’m the keeper of the runners, so I get the final say, and I said no,” he said with a roll of his eyes. “Just let it go, and leave me alone.”

“I’ll leave you alone when you respect democracy, you slinthead.” I continued following him as we approached the bonfire. Gally was already throwing hands with Ben, Winston and Fry already had Gally’s concoction and Newt was talking with the greenie. “All I’m saying is to give him a chance.”

“Fine, he got one day to prove himself, and I’m not handling him, is that clear?”

“Crystal,” I spat with a tight-lipped smile before turning away from Minho to approach Newt and greenie. However, the greenie was being pulled into the ring by the time I got to them. I looked over to Newt to see him looking nervous. “This is initiation. He’ll be fine.”

“Were you able to talk sense into Minho?”

“Yup, he’s got one day to prove himself,” I stopped, hearing someone hit the dirt. I saw the new guy on the ground, but he did not get up right away. Just as Newt and I were about to react, he jumped up screaming his name.

“Thomas!” He exclaimed. “My name is Thomas!”

“Alright, Thomas,” I paused out of breath. We had just gotten closed into the maze with Minho and Alby. Minho and Alby ran together today since Ben was sung yesterday, but now, Alby was also stung. No one had ever been locked in the maze, and now the four of us had to survive together. “We just killed ourselves.”

“No, I’ve got an idea,” Thomas started.

“Thomas, no,” Minho snapped, propping Alby against the wall. “We are dead. There is no way we can survive the night with the grievers and Alby being stung. We. Are. Dead.”

“No, I have an idea. We could tie Alby to the vines and hang him up,” Thomas explained as he pointed up the wall. “We just need to work together.”

“Thomas, hate to break it to you, but Minho hates both of us,” I responded bluntly. “So while I might help and it might work, there is no way we would ever work together.”

With that, Thomas and I started wrapping the vines around Alby. We worked together to secure the vines and pull to hang him at a safe height. All the while, Minho sat and watched. Just as we finished, the sound of gears and scraping got louder, almost as if it were right around the corner. Once we secured Alby in the air, we took off in different directions instead of sticking together.

I could not tell how long I had been running, but eventually, I found a cliff and a small hiding place. I threw myself into the hole as the griever came around the corner. Thankfully, it did not see me, but another set of footsteps turned around the corner. It was Minho, but the next thing I knew, the griever was on top of him.

I did not really want to help him since he would not do the same if I was in his shoes, but I also could not let him just get stung. Thus, I jumbled out of the hole, grabbed a vine, and whipped it at the griever. “Over here, griever!” I shouted.

Minho had already been stung, but he looked over at me with a glazed look before passing out as the griever walked up to me.

“I clearly did not think this through,” I mumbled to myself as I took off running in the other direction. I, quite literally, ran into Thomas before scrambling to get up, pulling him with me. “Run!”

“What?” He trailed off but followed closely behind once he saw the griever on my tail. We ended up splitting up, me going right, and Thomas going left. I ended up doing a circle which worked out since I was able to get Minho hidden in the hole, so he would not die. He stirred as I dragged his body toward the hiding space, and he started mumbling pieces of a conversation but still not opening his eyes.

“Golden four,” he muttered. I listened curiously as there was a break, but he picked up after a second, almost as if he was having a real conversation. “Split us into groups…Sneaking into the girls’ room every night…I literally eat with you at every meal.”

That last sentence sparked something in my mind, it was like the floodgates opened, and it’s like I could remember most of my life before this maze. I do not remember specifics, but I do remember running around a huge facility with a small group of people. There were three boys, Newt. Alby and Minho, and one girl. We would cause trouble in the cafeteria, roan the halls, and run from guards. That was about as specific as I could get.

Leaving Minho where he was, I took off to find Thomas. Finding him relatively quickly with a griever pinning him down, I grabbed a vine yet again to whip at the machine. This time, instead of it just coming back at me, the vine wrapped itself around the legs of the griever and tripped it. Thomas scrambled from underneath it to stand beside me as the griever began tearing through the vines. It stood menacingly in front of us before, almost like a switch, just turning around, and leaving us without a thought.

“Minho got stung,” I told him as we started walking back to the doors. “I hid him.”

“Why would you do that? Not to be mean or anything, but you guys hate each other," Thomas asked as we dragged Minho out of the hiding spot. “He would’ve just let you did probably.”

“Regardless of our hatred, I am not letting anyone die in this maze. Not on my watch,” I replied seriously as we approached the doors that were just opening. We propped Minho against the wall as we got Alby down. Thomas carried Alby while I dragged Minho closer to the doors as they finished opening, and every glader was standing, waiting for us. I leaned closer to Thomas, whispering, “I’m not a monster.”

~~ It’s been nearly a week since we got out of the maze. Three days since we got out of the glade. Minho and Alby survived, but Gally and Chuck died on our way out. Now, we were all separated, well most of us were. The boys got to stick together, and Teresa and I stuck together. I’ve got a bad feeling about her, but I’m apparently the only one.

Minho, on the other hand, has been avoiding me like the plague. I know he’s asking about me because Thomas and Newt still talk to me, but anytime Minho sees me around them, he turns the other way. I want to know what he remembered, but I know that is something he would never tell me.

One night, I got curious. I wanted to know where the “safe” people were going, so I stole a key card and snuck through the vents to reach the backrooms. I was not expecting to see hundreds of teenagers strung up, hooked up to a multitude of machines. I found a couple of loose guns, so I grabbed those, hoping the guys would bust out with me. If not, oh well, I have a weapon now. I crawled through the vents to reach the boys’ room. I heard them talking quietly, so I waited for a break in the conversation.

“You’re not making any sense,” Newt said. “What do you mean you remember her?”

“When I got stung, I remembered a conversation and we were talking about a merge,” Minho explained. “Like I think we were here for a long time and then the WICKED people put us into the groups. Y’know, Group A and Group B, but she should’ve been in Group B. Why was she in our group?”

“We do not have time to focus on that,” Thomas reasoned. “We need to figure out exactly how you know Y/n and how we get out of here. Seriously, I have a bad feeling.”

“I think we were together,” Minho mumbled. The rest of the guys gasped, and I let out one quietly to myself. None of them heard it as they continued the conversation. “I don’t know what to think.”

“Well, how do you feel?” Newt pressed. “You wouldn’t be so caught up if you didn’t feel something for her.”

“Maybe I do!” Minho exclaimed. “She literally saved my life, but she hates me.”

“Minho, trust me,” Thomas speaks up, “she does not hate you. When she was talking about saving you in the maze, she did not look like she hated you. There’s no way.” It went silent for a while, so I decided to put aside my shock and make an appearance. I knocked on their vent. I could hear them jump before Thomas lifted it. “Oh, what’re you doing here?”

“You won’t believe me, but we need to get out of here. Now,” I pressed. “They’re stringing us up. There is no safe haven. They’re killing us.”

Running through the halls with Ratman chasing me did not bring up the best memories. I remembered waking up after Minho was sent up to the maze, and Thomas recruited me. Not the best time, but I pushed through. At one point, I tripped. I thought I was dead. However, to my shock, someone stopped.

“You’re not dying on me. I won’t let you go now that I remember,” Minho. It was Minho. It’s always been Minho.

~~~ Part 2 ->

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Epilogue, Part 2 of 2 -- Letters from -H

Rabbit receives the first postcard a week and a half after Becile Manor burned to the ground. It has an illustration of a jackalope on the front, posed sitting with its head up, and the writing on the back is made up of sharp, straight lines.

I saw one of these while we were stopped headed east. No one else believes me. But I remember your stupid cowboy song, and I know you know I’m not lying this time.

-H

The second postcard is from Sun Valley, Idaho, but is not postmarked from there.

Goddamn, there’s a lot of stars.

-H

More postcards trickle in, their return addresses tracing a path east, then north, then east again, then sharp south. Soon, there are envelopes mixed in with the postcards. They contain one or two photographs, written on the back in the same hand. The first photo is of the Becile’s grumpy engineer, squinting in the flash of the camera, and reads:

I found this camera in a real nowhere’s-ville shop. Szarka had some real funny things to say about how old it was, forgetting I was around when these things were on 35mm. Joke’s on him. More to follow.

-H

Later:

Skully’s learning to drive. Here’s the ditch he drove the van into on his first day.

-H

Then an old garage appears, all dusty glass and cracked blue paint on concrete. Instead of writing on the back of the photo, a short letter is included:

We finally made it to Szarka’s old place. His mother locked the door on the rest of us while she grilled him, but it was easy to pick. We weren’t about to let him get torn to shreds all alone. Guess she found something respectable in that. She doesn’t like us, but she’s letting us stay a little while. I already hate this small town business.

-H

A few days later, there’s a news clipping:

BAD NEWS ‘BOTS: COAL FUELED AUTOMATONS CAUSE RUCKUS AT LOCAL FARMER’S MARKET

And a note:

Hey, no such thing as bad publicity.

-H

Three weeks later, the postcards are coming from Chicago.

We had to split from Smallville after we ran into trouble with the locals. We’ll be back, sorry to say. Szarka’s ma said she’d kill us if we kept him away another ten years. That’s trouble for later. Right now, we’re taking the Windy City for all it’s worth.

I feel right at home.

-H

At some point, Hare sits down with The Jack and The Skull.

“I’m remembering things,” Hare says to them, rolling a half dollar between his knuckles. He still won’t have his jaw looked at, but a new metal patch adorns his right eye socket. “I don’t know if I still would if Locksmith’s last little present hadn’t knocked something loose. But it wasn’t just seeing things.”

“The city is so different,” The Jack says quietly. “But there’s small things, like-- like the way certain streets curve, or the color of the sunset. I remember, too. I remember being here with you.”

“I don’t,” The Skull says. “But maybe that’s not surprising.”

“What do you mean?” Hare asks.

“It may have only been for a second, but we all saw who we were. And I wasn’t related to you two.”

“So maybe you grew up somewhere else,” The Jack says.

“Maybe,” The Skull mutters, and then is silent.

Hare flips the half-dollar and snatches it out of the air. He walks over to The Skull, jabs a finger in his chest.

“Skully, you listen here. I’ve been me a lot longer than I was him. And I’m gonna keep on being me, and you’re gonna keep on being you, and we’s brothers, through and through. You don’t ever doubt that, OK?”

The Skull looks back at him, then he grunts and knocks Hare’s hand away. “As if you’d ever let me forget. But The Jack’s got a point. I don’t think I was ever here, before.”

“What do you remember?” The Jack asks. “If anything?”

The Skull’s eye-lights flicker off. “Trees,” he says. “Trees and mountains.”

Two months later, they’re out of Chicago, heading toward the East Coast. The Skull drives part of the way, the heartbeat of his Green Core pulsing faster when the rolling peaks start to show in the distance. Within a few days, he stands alone at the peak of a Blue Ridge mountain and fills his bellows, and he imagines he can smell the pines and mist. His tears are silent, and he wipes them away before he returns to his waiting family.

“We can go,” The Skull says to them.

“So soon?” The Jack asks in concern. “Are you sure--”

“Everything that was here for me is long gone,” The Skull says. He puts a hand on The Jack’s shoulder. “I need to take care of what I have now.”

Rabbit’s got quite the collection of postcards and letters from -H, now. She flips through them sometimes, shuffling them and reading them at random.

Dee scared the crap outta us when we got to the Everglades, practically threw herself in the water. We’ll be dry cleaning her for weeks! First time I think I’ve heard her laugh like that, though.

A photo of The Skull, sitting in elaborate face paint and marigolds, flanked by a trio of celebrating ‘bots in embroidered dresses. He made some friends! It’s a Day of the Dead miracle.

A photo of Dee, her arms around Hare and The Skull’s shoulders as they hold her up, steadying her on aluminum legs.

Szarka asked us if we’d ever consider taking in another ‘bot. Turns out the man’s always wanted to build one of his own. I told him, I’m not sure we’re cut out to be godparents, and he’s got a ways to go before he’s ready to raise his own ‘bot. But we’ll see. World’s full of surprises. Hell, he might even get good at that guitar one of these days.

A photo of The Jack, grinning and giving two thumbs up, wearing a shirt that reads, “I walked through Hell, MI, and all I got was this DAMN t-shirt!”

Szarka’s got himself a Blue-Cored boyfriend, some kind of dancing ‘bot, a real goody-two-shoes type. Don’t worry, we’ll make a scoundrel out of him yet.

(I told twinkle-toes about Szarka saving my life. He can thank me later.)

A photo of The Jack braiding Dee’s hair, Tatters in her lap, sitting by the van. Szarka and The Skull sit on folding chairs beyond them, talking, watching the fireflies. Hare writes on the back: I don’t want anybody to worry about us.

There are days I don’t think about Pops at all.

It’s funny.

I don’t envy you anymore.

And one day, years later, Rabbit hears a sharp whistle behind her. And she turns to smile, because all the postcards in the world couldn’t replace the troublemakers come home.

They’ll die someday.

Of course they will. Some, sooner than others.

But not today.

Not yet.

Because with a bit of luck, they got out. They got another chance. Not because they deserved one-- chances aren’t deserved. Not because they needed it-- so many who need them don’t make it. Not because they loved enough or hated stronger or by anything they could have planned.

It was just luck. Just a good hand of cards on a stacked table.

And when all your life is a game of chance

well

it’d be a shame not to play.

#becile bots #steam powered giraffe #fanbots #fanfiction #story update #epilogue #hare becile #the jack becile #the skull becile #dee becile #riker szarka

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perspectivestarters · 2 years

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Perspective's Sentence Starters; MIDNIGHTS by Taylor Swift (Part I)

LAVENDER HAZE

"Meet me at midnight."

"You don't ever say too much."

"You don't really read into my melancholia."

"You handled it beautifully."

"All this shit is new to me."

"I feel the lavender haze creeping up on me."

"I'm damned if I do give a damn what people say."

"I just wanna stay in that lavender haze."

"All they keep asking me is if I'm gonna be your bride."

"The only kinda girl they see is a one night or a wife."

"I find it dizzying."

"You weren't even listening."

"Talk your talk and go viral."

"I just need this love spiral."

"Get it off your chest."

"Get it off my desk."

"I just wanna stay."

MAROON

"We lost track of time again."

"You were my closest friend."

"How'd we end up on the floor anyway?"

"I see you every day now."

"I chose you."

"So scarlet, it was maroon."

"How the hell did we lose sight of us again?"

"Ain't that the way shit always ends?"

"Carnations you had thought were roses, that's us."

"I feel you, no matter what."

"I lost you."

"Looked up at the sky and it was maroon."

"I wake with your memory over me."

"That's a real fuckin' legacy to leave."

ANTI-HERO

"I have this thing where I get older, but just never wiser."

"Midnights become my afternoons."

"My depression works the graveyard shift."

"All of the people I've ghosted stand there in the room."

"I should not be left to my own devices."

"They come with prices and vices."

"I end up in crisis."

"Tale as old as time."

"I wake up screaming from dreaming."

"I'm the problem."

"I'll stare directly at the sun but never in the mirror."

"It must be exhausting always rooting for the anti-hero."

"I'm a monster on the hill."

"Pierced through the heart, but never killed."

"Did you hear my covert narcissism I disguise as altruism?"

"I've realized all this time."

"Life will lose all its meaning."

"She's laughing up at us from hell!"

"It's me, I'm the problem, it's me."

SNOW ON THE BEACH

"I saw flecks of what could've been lights."

"It might just have been you."

"Life is emotionally abusive."

"Time can't stop me quite like you did."

"My flight was awful, thanks for asking."

"It's like snow at the beach."

"Weird but fuckin' beautiful."

"This scene feels like what I once saw on a screen."

"I've never seen someone lit from within."

"To hide that would be so dishonest."

"It's fine to fake it 'til you make it."

"I can't speak, afraid to jinx it."

"I don't even dare to wish it."

"Your eyes are flying saucers from another planet."

"Can this be a real thing, can it?"

"It's comin' down."

YOU'RE ON YOUR OWN, KID

"Summer went away, still the yearning stays."

"I play it cool with the best of them."

"He's gonna notice me."

"We're the best of friends anyway."

"You're smoking with your boys."

"I didn't choose this town."

"I dream of getting out."

"There's just one who could make me stay all my days."

"I waited ages to see you there."

"I search the party of better bodies, just to learn that you never cared."

"You're on your own, kid."

"You always have been."

"I picked the petals, he loves me not."

"Something different bloomed."

"I'll run away."

"I called a taxi to take me there."

"My dreams aren't rare."

"I gave my blood, sweat, and tears for this."

"The jokes weren't funny."

"I took the money."

"My friends from home don't know what to say."

"I saw something they can't take away."

"There were pages turned with the bridges burned."

"Everything you lose is a step you take."

"You've got no reason to be afraid."

"Yeah, you can face this."

"You're on your own, kid. You always have been."

MIDNIGHT RAIN

"He wanted it comfortable, I wanted that pain."

"He wanted a bride, I was making my own name."

"He stayed the same."

"All of me changed like midnight."

"My town was a wasteland."

"But for some, it was paradise."

"My boy was a montage."

"I broke his heart 'cause he was nice."

"He was sunshine, I was midnight rain."

"But for him, it's every day."

"All the love we unravel."

"The life I gave away."

"I guess sometimes we all get just what we wanted."

"He never thinks of me except for when I'm on TV."

"I guess sometimes we all get some kind of haunted."

"I never think of him except on midnights like this."

QUESTION...?

"I remember."

"We had one thing goin' on."

"I swear that it was somethin'."

I don't remember who I was before you."

"You painted all my nights a color I've searched for since."

"One thing after another."

"Fuckin' situations, circumstances, miscommunications."

"I just may like some explanations."

"Can I ask you a question?

"Did you ever have someone kiss you in a crowded room?"

"Then what did you do?"

"Did you lеave her house in the middle of the night?"

"Did you wish you'd put up more of a fight?"

"She said it was too much."

"Do you wish you could still touch her?"

"It's just a question."

"Did you realize out of time?"

"She was on your mind with some dickhead guy."

"It was one drink after another."

"Fuckin' politics and gender roles."

"You're not sure and I don't know."

"I just may like to have a conversation."

"Does it feel like everything's just like second best after that meteor strike?"

"What's that that I heard?"

"That you're still with her?"

"That's nice, I'm sure that's what's suitable."

#rp sentence starters #rp sentence meme #rp sentence prompts #sentence starters #sentence meme #sentence prompts #lyric sentence starters #lyric starters #music starters #rp meme #rp memes #rp prompts #ask meme #*mystarters #*midnights

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harrywavycurly · 1 year

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Going off the sweet home Alabama thing I’d legit kill for some random arguments or bickering from Eddie and the reader like give me them fighting like an old married couple Sarah!!🤣💕

Hello babes!! I am obsessed with the idea of Eddie and you being together since like middle school so you two just know exactly how to annoy me another😂 so enjoy babes!!💖

-also this is VERRRYY dramatic lol lots of cussing and bickering but it’s what I imagine it would be like being married to Eddie for a long ass time would be like if you’ve know him your whole life✨

*Eddie swears you’re the one person he’s ever felt like strangling while also wanting to kiss but hey that’s married life right? Lol*

“What in the actual fuck is this?” “It’s light beer.” “Why’s it in our fridge?” “Because you like to drink beer after work and I am a nice wife and make sure you’re never out.” “If you were a nice wife you wouldn’t buy this beer flavored water.” “You’ll get used to it Eddie don’t be so dramatic.” “I know you’re not calling me dramatic when you’re the one who was yelling at me from the porch yesterday about not having any coffee creamer.” “I wouldn’t have had to do that if you weren’t such an asshole and used the last of it and didn’t tell me while I was at the store and could’ve gotten more.” “So this is payback is that it? I used your creamer so you buy me watered down beer?” “Oh just shut up and drink the damn beer Edward.”

“Can I ask you a question?” “Sure baby what’s up?” “Do your hands work?” “What? Yeah they work…” “okay so why can’t you use them to load your fucking dishes into the dishwasher?” “I was in a rush this morning and forgot to put my bowl in the dishwasher I’m sorry.” “Are you in a rush right now?” “I might be…depending on if you’re about to yell at me or not…” “go look in the sink Eddie and tell me who’s shit is in there.” “I’m just gonna take a wild guess and say mine?” Ding ding! You’re the winner Mr. Munson!” “You’re on fire tonight baby.” “I’m about to light a damn fire under your ass if you don’t go in there and do this dishes.” “All you had to do was ask me to do the dishes sweetheart.” “I did…over an hour ago.” “Oh…shit.”

“I just said I like the blue one better that’s all.” “But I’m wearing the red one so why would you bother telling me you like the other dress better when I’m clearly not wearing it?” “Because you asked me if I liked the blue or the red one…” “god you’re so annoying haven’t you learned anything by now?” “I’ve learned plenty. Mainly that you’re fucking ridiculous and always want to ask me my opinion on your outfit when we are already running late to our dinner reservation.” “I’m ridiculous? You’re the one who just told me you didn’t like my outfit.” “I didn’t say that. I just said I like the blue one better.” “But I’m not wearing the blue one.” “I’m fucking aware of that baby I do have eyes that work perfectly fine.” “Oh good so you’ll be able to find your way to the couch tonight just fine.” “I’m not sleeping on the couch because you asked me a trick question.” “Oh yes you are.” “You really sometimes make me consider jail time.” “You’d look horrible in country orange.” “I can’t stand you.” “Yes you can now come help me unzip this so I can put the blue one on you asshole.”

“I didn’t do anything.” “Really? So the car just magically got a dent the size of California on the front bumper on its own?” “Yup.” “Baby just tell me what happened okay?” “Our neighbor doesn’t take his fucking trash cans in and I was leaving for the store and it just came out of nowhere.” “A trashcan…that doesn’t even have wheels on it…just came out of nowhere?” “Yes Eddie…don’t fucking laugh at me you asshole.” “Now were you putting on your damn chapstick when this trashcan just jumped into the middle of the road?” “Maybe…” “You’re gonna be the death of me I just know it.” “Only if you’re lucky.” “You gotta be more careful baby. Both eyes on the road when you’re driving okay?” “Yeah yeah I know.” “If you know then why did you go head to head with a trashcan and barley win?” “I mean have you seen the trashcan? I totally won that fight.” “I’d hope so.” “We also might owe Mr. Thomas a new trashcan…” “Of course we do.” “Don’t look at me like that it was an accident.” “You need to have your license taken away.” “Says the one who ran over a whole nativity scene once and didn’t think to stop so the poor snowman display also got massacred.” “Oh come on I was fifteen.” “So? It doesn’t change the fact it happened.” “You’re the one who acts like you get bonus points for ever curb you hit and don’t get me started on how many times you’ve ran out of gas in the middle of the road because you never check the tank before leaving the house.” “Well I wouldn’t have to check if my husband did a better job of keeping the tank full for me.” “Filling your gas tank wasn’t in the vows baby.” “I didn’t think I needed to add it…” “that’s what you get for thinking.” “That was rude Edward Munson.” “Sorry baby I love you…what are you doing? Put the phone down baby…there’s no need to call Wayne.” “Uncle Wayne…yeah…he just called me stupid.” “Oh fuck…”

#husband Eddie munson #eddie munson concept #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fluff #eddie munson request #eddie munson x you fluff #eddie munson x reader fluff #Eddie munson #my little dungeon master baby #eddie munson drabble

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trivalentlinks · 5 months

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so i saw a post (originating in Leverage fandom) recently drawing a parallel between this exchange from Leverage S3E16 (San Lorenzo Job)

Moreau: I have the media. I have the guns. I-I have the… government. Nate: You know what I have? I have a 24-year-old genius with a Smartphone and a problem with authority. You really never stood a chance.

And this exchange from Avengers (2012)

Loki: I have an army Tony: We have a Hulk

And I know this is primarily a Leverage blog, but I have to channel my Avengers(2012)-obsessed, Science Boyfriends (Bruce Banner/Tony Stark) shipper self from 2013 for a moment and say that I think there's a fundamental difference between these scenes.

The Leverage scene, to me, at least, reads as about Nate's confidence in and pride regarding Hardison's ability to take on an entire country, the media, the guns, etc. Emphasis on the 24yo-genius-with-a-smartphone-and-a-problem-with-authority and how dangerous that could be for his enemies.

The Avengers scene, however, while superficially similar, is not about Tony thinking the Hulk can take on an army. It's about Tony's confidence that Bruce is going to come back. Indeed, the next line in the Avengers scene is this:

Loki: I thought the beast had wandered off.

Because, like, the beast had wandered off. Bruce had earlier only been with the Avengers because he was tricked (by a little 6-year-old agent! and you've got to know someone like him wouldn't like the idea of child agents, and especially people who would use a child agent against the Hulk) into walking into Natasha's trap and then got talked into joining them on the Helicarrier where he learned that they had built a prison just for him.

(So they could kill him, but they can't--he knows; he's tried. (Yes, even a decade later, I remember every Bruce Banner line in this movie.))

The emphasis is not on the fact that he's the Hulk, but on the fact that they have him. Because at the moment, they don't have him: the beast had wandered off, and there was no reason to think that he'd come back.

Nobody else thinks that Bruce would come back: Recall this exchange, right before Bruce comes back, while the Avengers are assembling.

Tony: Where's Banner? Has he shown up, yet? Steve: Banner? Tony: Just keep me posted.

Like, Steve (who's ostensibly the leader of the team) clearly does not think Banner is going to show up. Nobody else seems to think he's going to show up, either.

Hell, even Banner himself does not seem to think he's going to show up to help his fellow Avengers, or that the Hulk can even be helpful. Recall this earlier exchange on the Helicarrier, before everything went to hell:

(Conversation starts at 3:09, but I think the entire scene is pretty informative regarding what Tony's getting at here:)

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Tony: That's the guy my dad never shut up about? Wondering if they shouldn't have kept him on ice. Bruce: Guy's not wrong about Loki. He does have the jump on us. Tony: What he's got is an ACME dynamite kit. It's gonna blow up in his face. And I'm going to be there when it does. Bruce: Yeah? I'll read all about it. Tony: Mm-hmm. Or you'll be suiting up with the rest of us. Bruce: Nah, you see. I don't get a suit of armour. I'm exposed, like a nerve--it's a nightmare. Tony: You know, I've got a cluster of shrapnel, trying every second to crawl its way into my heart. *points at the mini-arc reactor in his chest* This stops it. This little circle of light. It's part of me now, not just armor. It's a... terrible privilege. Bruce: But you can control it. Tony: Because I learned how. Bruce: It's different. [Bruce tries to read the computer screen, but Tony slides the data aside with his finger so the two can see face-to-face] Tony: Hey, I've read all about your accident. That much gamma exposure should have killed you. Bruce: So you're saying that the Hulk... the other guy... saved my life? That's nice. It's a nice sentiment. Saved it for what? Tony: I guess we'll find out. Bruce: You might not like that. Tony: And you just might.

So, yeah, I don't think it can get any more clear than this. The Hulk has never been anything but a monster and a threat to everyone Bruce loved, but Tony, only Tony, sees something positive, maybe even human, in him.

Tony's so confident, not that the Hulk can tear apart the Chitauri army, but that he'd try, and that he'd do it without also hurting the people Bruce cares about. That he'd want to help the people Bruce cares about. That he'd be on their side. That they have him.

Even when they first meet, you see Tony having more confidence in Bruce and the Hulk than Bruce does:

(Conversation starts at 1:23, but, again, this whole scene shows how naturally Tony gets Bruce to relax and draws him out of his shell when Bruce is already on-edge on a helicarrier 30,000 feet above ground with a room specifically designed to kill him)

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Look at how dejected Bruce seems at even the mention of the Hulk. But Tony gets out there right at the start that the Hulk doesn't bother him in the least.

(Steve also says something like this,

Steve: Word is you can find the cube. Bruce: Is that the only word on me? Steve: Only word I care about.

Except as later scenes make clear, Steve is just being kind/polite there. He is terrified of the Hulk, just like Bruce is. Tony, by contrast, is actually being honest.)

Interestingly, at the beginning of the first video I linked above, Bruce doesn't back Tony up. In his argument with Steve, Tony asks Bruce to back him up, "It's bugging him, too, isn't it?"

But Bruce doesn't back him up. "I just wanna finish my work here...", until Steve asks him to back Tony up.

Yet despite all this, despite all of Bruce pushing back against Tony, all the, "Last time I was in New York, I kind of... broke... Harlem," in response to Tony's more-than-generous invitation, all the not-backing-Tony-up until Steve asks him to,

Tony knows that Bruce is going to come back for him. He knows, given Bruce's "Oh, shit--" right before the Helicarrier gets attacked that Bruce knows where the cube is going to be, that Bruce knows that Stark Tower is in danger, and that Bruce is going to come back to protect him. And Bruce does exactly that.

Also, in the end, Hulk is not the one who delivers the killing blow with the Chitauri.

In the Leverage episode, Hardison is the one who delivers the killing blow. It turns out not even to matter how the vote count comes out or what the media is saying, because Hardison managed to email every single resident of San Lorenzo.

But while all the Avengers definitely contributed, and the Hulk delivers the first major blow (punching out that Chitauri space whale as it flies in, guided by Tony "Tell him to suit up. I'm bringing the party to you"), it's unequivocally Tony who delivers the killing blow with the Chitauri by flying that nuke through the portal.

But you know what the Hulk does at the climax of the film?

yeah.

He comes back for Tony.

#bruce banner #tony stark #avengers (2012)#leverage #alec hardison

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ahamkara-apologist · 7 months

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you have GOT to post guardian pics I'm begging you. feed us (me?) information about your characters. I must know. it is imperative

TYSM FOR ENABLING ME ANON BC THEY ARE MY BLORBOS AND IM VIBRATING ABOUT THEM. buckle the fuck up because this is gonna be a long fucking post

Okay first up is Aeris Sharphawk- aro/ace, he/him. he's my main character, my hunter, and the Young Wolf of my timeline.

He’s half-Awoken, half-Human (I’ll get to that in a moment, he’s actually an older oc of mine that I ported over from Bloodborne whose bastard nature needed a D2 equivalent), and the older half-brother to my solar titan, Marcelline Attenbough- one of the few little remnants from their past life that they were able to discover in a diary on Marcie’s corpse when they were rezzed together (which occurred because their ghosts are twins). He’s autistic, lawful neutral, and vastly prefers using Darkness over Light because of sensory issues; his ghost (Hoarfrost, previously Mercury) mods his helmets to drastically reduce noise, but he can’t help how Arc tingles, Solar burns, and Void numbs. Tends to spend most of his battles either hyperfocused or dissociated to deal with it. As for the lawful neutral title, that’s because he doesn’t fight for the Vanguard because of a loyalty to humanity, but exclusively for the survival of the Last City and everyone in it. This extended to House Light and the Cabal under Caital instantaneously, and would do so to Eramis if she so chose, because he really just doesn’t take most things personally. He's sometimes derogatorily called 'the Vanguard's Hound' because of this.

He’s skilled with a bow, and is cursed with a resting haunted stare that can rival even the fiercest bird of prey- hence his title, given to him because his last name wasn’t present in the little diary that Marcie had when they were rezzed. Personality wise, he’s quiet, stoic, extremely efficient at what he does, fiercely protective of those he loves, and deeply curious about the unknown- though if you don’t know him, you’d never be able to guess it, because he struggles deeply with facial expressions and tone, giving him the appearance that he’s ruthlessly cold and unfeeling (pretty much the Guardian we see in game). Because of this, he tends to do much better with Eliksni than most of humanity- bar the Awoken, though Mara makes him deeply uncomfortable- and is thus far more comfortable with them. He’s the moon to Marcie’s sun, and helps keep her in check, for despite her cheery personality, she has a very strong sense of justice and a penchant for impulsive, temperamental behavior when she thinks that justice has been wronged. This goes both ways, however, as Aeris is the very definition of ‘curiosity killed the cat’; he voluntarily gets bit by venomous snakes at venom labs to see how immunity/allergies develops over time, and has a fascination with the Vex that got him a ‘needs watching’ report after he nearly jumped into a pool of radiolaria to see what would happen. The older-brother affection isn’t related to just Marcie, though; he’s unofficially adopted Eido as his younger sister (or kid? Because uhhh that curiosity of his has extended to fucking Misraaks once or twice), and is a mentor figure of sorts to Crow, though he’s unaware that Crow idolizes him; he only hunted Uldren down to keep Marcie out of trouble, as he didn’t like Cayde and was neutral on Uldren, so seeing Crow for the first time didn’t bother him at all. Tutored on occasion by Osiris, and thus has a very deep respect for him.

People other than Marcie that he likes: Zavala, Ikora, Osiris, Eido, Misraaks, Eris, and Variks, Petrichor-12 (oc), Viper-4 (oc, lightless guardian), Crow

People he dislikes: Cayde, the Spider, Clovis Bray, Savathun, Mara Sov, Petra Venj (can’t read her very well), anyone who is loud or insistent or confusing

Primary class (Dark): Stasis

Primary class (Light): Arcstrider

Motifs: Dark, cool blue/silver, viper and hawk symbolism

Likes: Learning about things, working with the Eliksni, being good at being a hunter, bows/glaives/swords, playing with Strand, Gambit (surprisingly)

Dislikes: Crucible, loud noises, fusion rifles, snipers because of the kick (despite being very good with them), shotguns, fans and most other guardians

Fun fact: When Hoarfrost and Solaris found them, it was in a frigid part of old Russia, with Aeris holding Marcie close to his chest with his back to the door- they had frozen to death while trying to keep each other warm, and were under a thick layer of permafrost. When they were risen, they found out their names, their relationship to each other, and the fact that their father was a cheating bastard who produced Aeris after screwing an Awoken woman for the novelty of it because Marcie had a little diary in her front pocket, which had been somewhat preserved by the cold. Both their ghosts theorize that the reason why Aeris is so drawn to Stasis and Marcie to Solar is because of how they died, though neither guardian will say anything about it. He can also speak near-fluent Eliksni.

Then there’s Marcie, younger half-sister to Aeris and the sun to his moon; she/her, Solar Titan, lesbian, lawful good. Where he is quiet and introverted, she is loud and bombastic, and where he likes to dart in and strike down his enemies from afar, she likes to punch. I just recently made her in Destiny because the character creation doesn't really match how I see her, hence why she's got Arc on here

(closer to her actual face minus the blue eyes; this is a very old bloodborne pic)

Unlike her half-brother, Marcie is a full human, and- according to the diary she rezzed with- was objectively her father's favorite, though the feeling was not mutual, and their relationship was strained by her taking so kindly to the bastard son he tried to send away. Compared to Aeris, she's bright, bubbly, and outgoing, but has a fierce temper, and is quick to snap if something has pushed her too far-think a jack russel's terrier of a human being. Her ghost's name is Solaris (previously Quicksilver), and she prefers the Light and Solar by far. Her preferred method of combat is to hit first, ask questions later, which can be incredibly effective or incredibly dangerous depending on who's on the opposite end of her wrath. Her and Aeris share many quests together, with me typically attributing all the seasons that I didn’t play to Marcie, given that I didn’t make a Destiny character for her for the longest time.

She was best friends with Cayde, and was so devastated by his death that Aeris had to go instead, as she would have killed anything and everything in vengeance without a second thought. She did, however, kill Riven- something that Aeris himself was somewhat reluctant to do,given his fascination with the Ahamkara. She's stubborn as a mule, surprisingly strong despite her small stature (well, small-ish), and is an absolute massive lesbian, with her type specifically being 'big strong ladies who can kill me'- which was primarily why she wasn't allowed to fight Eramis, or other big hotties, as she has a pretty hardcore crush on her. (The second reason was that she would have stood and bickered with Eramis about the ethics of what she was doing until either one or the other yielded). Instead, she was assigned to work with Misraaks to evacuate House Light refugees, which ended up being a fortuitous partnership with the coming of the Endless Night. Now, her primary work for the Vanguard consists of aiding Eliksni refugees, along with general alien-human politics and tackling xenophobia, as well as working on being an apprentice Splicer. She is very, VERY passionate about equal rights and will drag you to the Crucible if you fight her- and good fucking luck winning against her, because she fucking loves the Crucible and will beat your ass everytime. She’s somewhat of a local celebrity in that reguard

Her deep fondness for her brother comes primarily from the fact that he is one of the few people to take her seriously without either asking her to calm down or come off as patronizing- he's also a well of stability to her excitable moods, the voice of reason to her hyperempathy. While he keeps her from biting off more than she can chew, she acts as his translator + guide, yanking him back onto the path of sanity if he starts to wander into the Deep, and helping him with dysfunction things that Hoarfrost can’t do. She also enjoys working through the data he collects, even if she has no desire to go searching for it herself, so they make a good pair- even if, like most siblings, they will argue over every little thing and sometimes drive each other up the walls with their stubbornness.

I've already mentioned that she got along with Cayde, but her other friends at the tower are Shaxx, Drifter, Saint-14, and Ada-1. Misraaks is her mentor, as well as one of the few people who can talk her down from stupid shit, with uh…questionable results. And while she couldn't stand the sight of Crow when Aeris dragged him back, she managed to befriend him reguardless, mostly because he was so different from the Uldren she remembered that she couldn’t help but accept him for who he was. She often went out drinking with him and Amanda, and was devastated when she died.

People she likes: Cayde, Shaxx, Drifter, Saint-14, Ada-1, Misraaks, Crow, Amanda (rip), Caiatl

People she dislikes: Uldren Sov, The Osmium Siblings, The Spider, Lakshmi-2, anyone against the Eliksni or people who are rude to Aeris, Calus

Likes: Crucible, Gambit, fucking around with weapons in new and creative ways, going out to drink with friends, playfully flirting, helping with construction work around the Eliksni District, playing around with the Light, moths and other fuzzy creatures

Primary Class (Light): Solar

Primary Class (Dark): Strand

Dislikes: Fighting Eliksni, any exploding enemies that she can’t punch, bows because Aeris will always be better than her at using them, the fact that Aeris fucked Misraaks at one point for science, being alone, her inability to score a girl who isn’t a war criminal

Motif: crimson and gold, bears or lion with eagle wings

Fun fact: Her grasp on Eliksni is actually more fluent than Aeris, and she spends a good deal of her time in the Tower socializing with people while he’s off doing…whatever.

Okay, now onto Petrichor-12, who decided to nope out of being a Guardian so I deleted their slot to make Marcie before I really did anything to dazzle them up

Petrichor-12 is a now-retired guardian that actually came from a dream I had before I even played Destiny. They/them or he/him, neutral good, Void titan, ghost is seldom-speaking and called Whisper. Neutral good. I attribute them with D1 content, so they’re the guardian that killed Crota and Oryx, though Marcie and Aeris were also there to help.

Petrichor is an older, somewhat quiet, melancholy do-gooder that's been haunted by guilt ever since they found out the memories of who they were via the Deep Stone Crypt- a bodyguard for Clovis Bray that was turned to a path of anger, abuse, and violence after agreeing to be tested on for power, and got corrupted by the Darkness. This, paired with being rezzed in the Dark Ages, means that they have a lot of trauma surrounding violence, power, and the dilemma of being made to kill when all you want to do is save people. As such, Eramis's predicament troubles them greatly, and while it was them who gunned her down in conjunction with Aeris, they often found themselves returning to her frozen body on Europa to talk to her (presumed corpse) about Darkness corruption in a sort of venting monologue-advice system, which worked both as a way of fending off their troubles as well as keep an eye on her state- though now that she’s defrosted they’ve vowed never come near her again out of embarrassment.

While retired, they are a stalwart defender of anyone who needs it and a keeper of peace, driven partially by a genuine desire to do good and a need to prove themselves not the person that they used to be. No longer able to mingle with other guardians or humanity at large due to PTSD from what they learned, they live in the Botza district as an ambassador between the Eliksni and humanity, they like to knit + quilt in their free time, teaching whichever hatchlings will listen and getting tutored on weaving by old Wolves in return. They're also 6'3", so…lorge. Zavala and Misraaks are the two people they talk to the most outside of the Eliksni refugees, and they drop by to say hi to Eva and knit with her whenever they have the chance. The war with the Witness is threatning to bring them out of retirement, something that they are deeply unhappy with.

People he likes: Namrask, Misraaks, Saladin, Zavala, Ikora, Osiris (recently), Marcie and Aeris, Saint-14, Eris (complicated)

People they dislike: Themselves, Osiris (formerly), Eramis (reminds them of themselves), Ghaul, Oryx, Xivu Arath, Clovis Bray, anyone who goads them to fight, Elsie and Ana Bray by association, Rasputin

Motif: gold and sapphire blue, used to have a gryphon motif but stopped wearing it because they don’t want to be recognized as the Kingkiller

Likes: Knitting, sewing, weaving, gardening, really anything restorative they can do with their free hands that forces their mind not to wander

Class (Light): Void, sometimes Arc

Class (Dark): no.

Dislikes: War, fighting, being a guardian, everything that has to do with what they used to be, anything Braytech sciences, the cumulative trauma from the Dark Ages and seeing recordings of who they used to be in the Deep Stone Crypt, their own fear of themselves

Fun fact: Petrichor-12 can speak Eliksni fluently, having modulated their voice and hearing to be able to incorporate the subsonic clicks and chirps in their speech, and is now working on learning Ulurant despite not at all liking the Cabal empire

Ash: Another dream character of mine, and my newest Guardian (so she’s somewhat of a wip). She/her, solar + void warlock, chaotic neutral to lawful evil depending on her mood. Pansexual but bitchless. Rezzed in the tail end of the Dark Ages, just long enough for her to see how horrible everything was but not long enough to see the true extent of it. Scholar of the Light, and most recently a scholar of the Dark as well.

Ash is a warlock with an awful temper, a moral code that changes on a whim, and a ravenous appetite for knowledge that comes at the cost of everyone else, including herself. Her ghost (an anxious and caring little lass) is called Nutmeg, and is pretty much the only indicator that she has a soft spot. Ash dedicated herself to learning how to get closer to the Light, but unlike the more conventional meditations that people usually do to, she was inspired by ancient Greek priestesses and decided for a more unconventional route- by doing hard drugs. By getting either extremely drunk or very high, she claims that she overcomes the need for meditation (or, rather, bypasses it entirely because she’s too impatient for it) and gains a deeper connection with her powers, as she’s connecting with it instinctually rather than choosing to seek it out. Nutmeg and many others are not as convinced about this method, but they also can’t deny that it doesn’t have its perks, as Ash does have a very powerful connection to her light- mainly through exploding things, or setting everything around her on fire. It’s how she used to survive the Warlords she’d steal from in the Dark Ages, and she’s known specifically for her ability to mimic a nova bomb, but with solar power, which is strong particularly for how unexpected it is.

However, being constantly hungover and harbouring no friends doesn’t exactly have its benefits, and as a result Ash is almost always grumpy, abrasive, quick to anger, quick to turn to cruel jibes and mocking when being defensive (which is often), and is generally awful to be around. She has no friends other than Nutmeg (whose bond has become strained as of late, since Ash is now turning to substance abuse for coping with the impending threat of the Witness rather than simply using it for her studies), her apartment is an uncleaned shithole she only uses for crashing in when she’s particularly out of it, and she's constantly in a state of passive-aggressive warfare with Osiris, as she and him used to occasionally cross paths and share research; they might have had a student-teacher dynamic if they didn’t grate so abrasively, and if Ash wasn’t so much of a lone wolf. He’s tried to whip her into shape a couple of times, but to no avail- they just devolved into shouting matches. Pretty much the only people she listens to are the Drifter and Nutmeg, but whether or not she’ll actually take their advice is a toss-up.

Despite this, she will overall always choose to do what's right and will begrudgingly trudge along with people in random strikes to ensure that important missions get done, as she fears failure more than she does judgment. And yet, to an extent she also fears judgment, for part of the reason why she’s so cruel is to keep people at arm’s length, so as to prevent them from learning her weaknesses- not even her constant complaining about being bitchless will cover up that the core reason why she makes no effort to clean herself up and be nicer is because she fears vulnerability. She’s also brilliant with the Light and cunningly adept with the Dark, which is why the Vanguard continues to ask for her help and expertise.

People she likes: the Drifter, Hawthorne, Nutmeg, Eido, Toland, Shaxx to most everybody’s surprise

People she dislikes: Pretty much the whole Vanguard and 90% of other guardians, Saladin, the Iron Lords, Osiris, Misraaks,

Primary class (Dark): Stasis, wants to learn Strand but has a hard time letting go

Primary class (Light): Solar, Void

Likes: Learning nuances of the Light that others don’t go into detail to, connecting with the Light, growing more powerful and shaping it into new, experimental Supers that would make Zavala have a heart attack if he saw them in action, taking leadership in Strikes and prodding around New Lights to teach them about what it is to be a Guardian (but gently), killing assholes to put them in their place, spooking people

Dislikes: Being told what to do, being reminded that she’s a mess, being reminded that she’s afraid and that her behavior is starting to turn self-detrimental, being looked down on by other Guardians, the restrictive nature of Vanguard protocol that keeps her from playing around with her experimental supers, guardians who have no respect or care about mortal lives, getting kicked from bars for fighting said guardians with no respect or care for mortal lives, being reminded that she has a soft side and cares so much for other people that it scares her

Colours/theme: black, flame-gold, and green

Fun fact: Likes the Hive aesthetic, and knows their tongue just for the hell of it. Has quite a bit of fun tormenting and taunting Hive Lightbearers, loves digging around the Osmium Siblings. Despite this, she’s not passionate about the Hive, and doesn’t care one bit if they’re wiped out or not. She also pretty much never takes off the Stag helm, as dropping a rift on death has saved her ass more than once, and tends to sleep in her robes. It’s a miracle that she doesn’t stink something awful, but smells perpetually like smoke instead.

and last but not least: Viper-4, an ex-guardian who I have almost nothing on because he tends to be a side character: he/him, trans exo, primarily black chassis with red markings, not yet settled on alignment. A friend of Aeris, he's an ex-Hunter who is now the primary caretaker for a variety of venomous snakes whose species have survived the Collapse. He collects their venom to try to recreate old Golden-Age medicines and antivenom- which he does with Aeris's help- and had his forearms modded with soft silicone so that the snakes don't hurt him if they bite him. Generally a friendly and chill guy, but has a melancholy air as most Ghostless do, and wants to learn Strand so that he has some modicum of control over the elements again, as his lack of feeling the Light was the hardest part about his Ghost's death. Much like Brya and Sagira, his ghost sacrificed her to save him, but he blames himself for her death and pretty much entirely refuses to talk about it. Used to be quite adept with Void. I note that he's trans here because it carried over into his exo body, as he was raised with synthetic top surgery scars that were then worked into beautiful engravings of flowers, swords, and snakes by Viper-1

#long post #destiny 2 #my ocs #my guardians #oc: aeris sharphawk #oc: marcelline attenbough #oc: petrichor-12 #oc: ash #oc: viper-4 #maybe i should have used a readmore but #im paranoid about accidentally deleting this blog and having it be lost #sjdhfg

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visionthefox · 2 months

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How is it that the mr Hero in the TSAMS been allowed to do bad stuff and imeadly exuses For? There own friends and Familly are so alright with it. Nobody say something agains them, and maybe at times only Lunar mention it. Lunar mention to Sun he is acting like Eclipse, also He was upset that moon argree to work with Eclipse together and not told him. Yes Lunar should be mad about moon and Yes Moon should take Lunar seriously and warn him for danger(so that he doesn´t get a panik attack or some). Lunar saying at times the most Human realistic point agains Sun and Moon. Earth doesn't know and doesn't care to say anything agains them. Like is almost that Earth only see her siblings in a only a Good Light. which isn´t the case people attendent to do misstakes and we need people to tell us when we do wrong things. So we learn about our misstakes. That doesn´t happen with Sun and Moon.

(idk why I JUMP OFF my seat when I see a long ask like this IS GONNA BE SO FUN TO READ!!) idk exactly who is the MR hero, yet- isnt the the tittle the two og give themselves? heroes of the story they created? Moon and KC are HUGE examples of bad people, really bad bad people who got away with their crimes. yet eventually- did changed-Moon had a more loong one and KC, just.. one shopping with freddy as- trully stupid- as that is, KC did change and controled himself . now.. Eclipse? New Eclipse? why does he? of all people, gets the worst threatment? how.. It is hypocritical of Moon and even Lunar to treat Eclipse as a criminal, when the crimes of each are well known. (now- I know his are "worst" as in- if affected them personally and not others. in a terrible way- yet as the one cosmic child mentioned. he is free of the crime his past self did, therefore, he is like New Moon is a sense- he has no crimes under his belt. only the memories an regrets.) (the time Sun "acted" like Eclipse is well know to be a misunderstanding- as Lunar himself was emotinal and stress out- just like Sun who, remember, is Eclipse first victim. and had been in the wort end of the wacking stick for 10 years..) even so- Lunar has every right to be mad. only at Moon tho. Lunar is smart enough to understand why Sun bends over ,and even was smart enough to do see eye to eye to Solar. he knows the two have 0 backbones when it comes to Moon.. Lunar did change and his was a well done evolution -from brat- to victim- to now a adult with a baby voice.. on Earth? I guess she gets a pass, even if she is told the past. she wasnt there to experience it. nor she knows the WHOLE story.. is why she is unable to see the ways everyone is not who they used to be.. she is dating Monty.. Monty! the dude who did beat homeless man out of fun and for sure had killed many humans in the past just never told him himself.. people do make mistake, yet is how they choose to face it and make it better that mattes in my eyes. (aah had to cut so much as to not make this ask loong aaa thanks you anoon! you can come back anytime to let out more !!)

#sams #sams ask #tsams ask #tsams

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Oya´s great camping adventure

Summary:Fujio has the great idea of a camping trip and manages to convince them all,even Murayama,who draggs his beloved Cobra along for a trip to the local woods for a night.Crazy chaos happens wherever they go,so what could go wrong?

Pairings:Cobra/Murayama,Fujio/Tsukasa,Odajima/Todoroki

Warnings:None I guess

Authors note:Enjoy<3

They´re leaving civilisation when Odajima runs up towards Todoroki,dry heaving then breaking out in a coughing fit.He shakes his head.“God,I hate running!Heya<3!“He exclaims with a little wave.Todoroki tries to hide his smile.“Kinda late aren´t we Odajima?“He teases.“I need my beauty sleep.“He nudges back.Tsukasa looks at them confused.“What?It´s a great place for fishing.“Todoroki defends and Tsukasa snorts.“Sure.Whatever.“He turns towards Fujio.“At least I don´t need to stalk them to see that with my own two eyes.“Fujio barks out a laugh.„Fishing buddies my ass their fishing husbands.“

It´s a exhausting and long hike fueled by energy drinks and candy when they finally reach their destination near a lake. Fujio and Tsukasa throw their stuff against the nearest tree and go explore their surroundings.Odajima and Todoroki search the greatest place to fish.Nakagoshi and Nakaoka get the party started with some music and get seated,taking a long desired break,sipping soda.Shibaman and Tsuji meanwhile try to start a fire for the grill later.Miserably failing as the cheap lighter they brought turns out to be empty.Swearing and cursing they try it with sticks until Cobra had a great laugh out of it and shows mercy handing them a working lighter.

Yasushi and Kiyoshi just ran off and Tsukasa dearly hopes they don´t try to hunt anything.Jamou starts building a tent as he explained earlier he doesn´t wanna get eaten by any creature that crawls around at night.“Oi Jamuo!Wanna tell us about the apocalypse you packed for or what?!“Nakaoka exclaims.“At least I´m prepared!I´m not gonna die by those creatures killing brutally after attacking in the middle of the night.“He explains dramatically.

Cobra get´s seated with Murayama observing them as he lights a cigarette and is handed a beer by Murayama who looks a little nervous.“Relax.This is gonna be great.“Cobra rolls his eyes at his boyfriends twitchiness.“Ehh?!You don´t know those crazy ones like I do Cobra-chan!Let me explain what is gonna happen;Fujio-kun will tame a deadly animal because it will be cute and while trying someone dies probably Sleepy Lion who tries to stop him.Those two crazy pyromaniacs will burn down the whole forest.“He points towards Shibaman and Tsuji who now have a great working fire but still wanna try the way with the sticks on seperate wood.Shibaman swearing it´s gonna work.“The two man party those two throw is gonna lure and a crazy guy that kills us all straight out of a horror movie.Kiyoshi is killed by him.Yasushi will try to human sacrifice Jamuo to the nature gods,failing miserably and Jamuo snaps then smears war pain across his face and hunts Yasushi like an animal!“Murayama describes dramatically making Cobra break out in laughter.“You´re crazy.Trust them at least a little.How do they learn otherways?!Also how about Todoroki and his Housen friend then?“He teases.Murayama shakes his head.“No.They got the local braincell.They´re gonna have a great time and leave like scheduled.“

That´s when the screaming starts.They´re all near the water “Oi what´s that in the lake?!“Yasushi exclaims jumping back in (faked) fear.Kiyoshi rushes over.„What?!Where?!“ Yasushi points towards the water biting his lip.When Kiyoshi then bends over to get a better look he frowns.„I can´t see shit.“Kiyoshi grumbles.“There in the damn lake!It´s a wild Kiyoshi!“He screams,kicks Kiyoshi´s ass who falls foreward into the water.Kiyoshi swears and insults Yasushi in ways that make even Cobra flinch.

Tsukasa whispers something to Fujio who eagerly nodds. Tsukasa would hate himself if he misses that opportunity. Yasushi has tears of laughter stream down his face when Tsukasa puts his soda down.Fujio´s and Tsukasa´s eyes meet when they get up smiling.They run towards Yasushi, both throwing themself on the teen,all three flying into the lake.Yasushi let´s out a nearly unhumanly high shriek.When they all break the surface again Yasushi is trying to punch Tsukasa who dodges with ease.They others break out laughing at their antics.

„They´re insane.“Cobra tells Murayama.“Yeah,they´re great kids.“He leans against the nearest tree,closing his eyes while Cobra shakes his head.“No.Murayama.Your beloved Sleepy Lion it trying to drown Yasushi.Ain´t in a fun way,he´s trying like crazily eager too.“ Murayama´s eyes nearly explode out of his head as he jumps up or at least tries to as he stumbles.Knees hitting the dirty ground.“Oi Sleepy Lion!No killing!“He screams histerically voice breaking.Cobra meanwhile films it sending it to Yamato and Noboru.“Murayama´s babysitting adventure.“

That´s when they all come out of the lake dripping wet.„Oi Yasushi you look like a wet rat!“Fujio exclaims.„I hate you,you crazy bastard!“Yasushi laughs.„Aww I love you too.“Tsukasa teases.„Someone will end up dead by nightfall.Yasushi probably did it then I´m taking.“Odajima chuckles.„I mean if it stops Yasushi from killing someone then I say chloroform that bastard and throw him in the damn lake again.“Todoroki shruggs.

As Tsukasa takes of his soaked shirt leaving him in a top,Fujio get´s redressed revealing his interesting choice of underwear.“Oi Fujio!Sexy undies!“Nakaoka laughs.All eyes land on his heart shaped underwear and he turns as red as a tomato.He quickly gets redressed. The only thing that distracts from Fujio´s underwear is Shibaman and Tsuji´s discussion of the meat on the grill.“Man that meat is still so bloody I bet it´s gonna make moo if you bite it.“Shibaman grunts looking at the meat.“Then teach me your ways oh mighty barbecue dickhead.“Tsuji laughs trying to poke Shibaman with the grill tongs.

„Oi Yasushi?!The fuck are you eating?“Kiyoshi asks.„Magic mushrooms.“Yasushi groans sarcastically.Nosy fucker.„Really?!“Jamuo shrieks.„No dumbass.Found them over there.“Yasushi hints towards some plants with his head.„Anyone that does drugs get´s drowned in the damn lake!“Cobra screams not even turning towards them,sipping his beer.„You eat something you literally just found in the woods?!“Nakagoshi asks shocked.„If you vomit blood Yasushi I swear I´m gonna kill you to death!“Fujio shrieks color draining from his face.„What?!“Yasushi and Kiyoshi ask at the same time.„You know exactly what I mean.“He growls trying to sound threatening.„I´m great.Relax.“He barks out a laugh when his eyes roll into the back of his head and he collapses.

“Yasushi!“Fujio and Tsukasa scream as all eyes land on them.Cobra is about to freak out as he and Murayama run over when Yasushi sits back up with a shit eating grin. “Yeah?!Anything wrong?!“He asks in a sugary sweet voice.“I´m just joking,relax.That shit´s not deadly.“He breaks out laughing and Fujio and Tsukasa hit him over the head while some others groan angrily and either swear and curse at him or take a breath of relief that Yasushi didn´t in fact dropped dead.

Cobra shakes his head and pinches the bridge of his nose.„You sick freak!“He groans.“Yasushi you ain´t allowed to drop dead you know that!“Kiyoshi growls angrily kicking his friend.“You crazy fucked up bastard!You worried your leader.Is that what you wanted?!To worry your leader?Then congratulations you worried your leader!“Murayama adds,pointing towards Fujio who´s color still isn´t back in his face.“Yeah.“Fujio grumbles.“You worried the shit out of all of us.“Tsukasa rolls his eyes helping Yasushi up to violently pull him closer.

“If you drop dead,someone will need to give you CPR and I´ll do it.I won´t hesitate and maybe even with tongue...“ Yasushi spits out the other fruits he just threw into his mouth.„Sorry you´re not my type Blondie.Hanaoka can keep your scrawny ass.“He whines.“Use your imited 2 braincells to focus not to kill yourself.“Tsuji exclaims angrily throwing a full soda can at Yasushi.“Oww.“He dramatically exclaims and drinks said soda.Mumbling a fuck you,you ain´t my nanny.“Just please don´t eat anything deadly.“Fujio says shaking his head.That leader duty does hopefully not involve any death soon or ever.

Cobra and Murayama are eyeing the fruits in Yasushi´s hand.„Deadly?!I would say there´s one way to find out.“Cobra snatches one and eats it while the others watch with horrifyed expression.“I´ll let you know what deadly complications are gonna occur.“Cobra says taking another beer heading towards his seat from earlier.Murayama runs up to him.“You know excatly what that is Cobra-chan,don´t you?“He asks.“Yeah,it´s edible.“He chuckles taking a sip of beer.“Where did you learn that?!Survival expert Cobra-chan.I love that!“Murayama says jumping excited.“A lot of long ass road trips during Mugen times,not everywhere are luxus hotels Murayama.“He smiles.

„Fuck you,you squirrel looking bitch!I can climb higher then you.“Comes a scream from the backround that he´s just gonna ignore.That´s an issue for future Cobra, Murayama has babysitting duties.God he never wants kids.Especially not when some of them piss off to search for monsters.They probably making out or get drunk or something.No,he just leans back and takes a sip of beer enjoying the beautiful view.Murayama can search for HIS fulltimers when they get lost later.Crazily enough,who would have thought (Cobra) that they ain´t back when night comes,the full timers go search for them.

Cobra and Murayama stay back at the fire to at least make sure the woods are not burning down like Murayama feared earlier.It´s meanwhile dark and the others search the woods for the crazy bastards of Oya High,that´s great they love that.They´re also sarcastic.They´re about to give up and leave the Yasu-Kiyo leaders for dead or at least on their own for the night when they jump out of the trees wearing clown masks scaring the shit out of all of them.Shibaman and Tsuji´s reaction though,was not screaming,it was violence.They punched them so hard it nearly knocked them clean out.„Oww the fuck´s wrong with you?!“Kiyoshi groans as they pull down the clown masks.Kiyoshi wiping the blood of his nose when Fujio complains that they should head back cause he´s hella hungry and Jamuo squeaks from behind Tsukasa that he nearly pissed himself.After a few of them manage to land a hit on Yasushi or Kiyoshi´s head they leave.

They come back towards the camp where Cobra and Murayama are seated and all search a comfortable spot near the fire.“Woah you´re bleeding!“Murayama exclaims.„Yeah we punched those two clowns after they scared the shit out of us.“Shibaman explains rolling his eyes.Todoroki still loves the idea from earlier with the chloroform.“Holy shit not that blood!“Jamuo exclaims pointing towards Yasushis sleeve that´s meanwhile sticky with blood.“Oh my god did you end up vomiting blood?!Cobra-san did you vomit blood too?!“Fujio asks panicking.„No you dumb pisshead.I fucking fell holding a beer bottle alright it kinda cut up my damn arm.Relax Hanaoka.“Yasushi hisses.Cobra now leaves his seat going towards Yasushi,guess he´s doing a nightshift in adulting dumbasses.

“Lift up that sleeve and let me see it.“Yasushi looks like Cobra turned insane.“I dealt with it.“He groans.„Fucking beautiful.But when you bleed to death or die from blood poisoning because of a nasty ass broken bottle,they´re gonna blame it on the adult gang leader that shouldn´t be in the woods with underage teenagers in the first place.Then my ass goes to jail,and even if it´s crazy enough in your future it ain´t gonna be in mine.Look at me.I ain´t gonna do great in jail.Now lift it.“Yasushi does as he´s told as he explains towards Murayama that his boy toy lost it.Murayama barks out a laugh.A ripped shirt with blood spreading on it is tied around his underarm.“At least you treated it somehow.“Odajima offers.Oya is a chaotic bunch for sure.Tsuksasa scoffs.„Fuck yeah I did I ain´t stupid.I poured vodka over it and yanked the two shards out.That´s easy as fuck.“Cobra hits him across the head turnig towards Kiyoshi.“Vodka.“He holds his hand out.“I ain´t gonna listen to a guy with boy band hair telling me how to party.“ Kiyoshi grumbles.

Cobra for a hot second thinks back towards Nonoru,Yamato and his three man party containing vodka in his Mugen times,before he switched to tequila,thanks to the nastiest hangover ever.The two tumbled wasted through Sannoh. “Oi!Itokan Diner man!I fucking found it!“Yamato slurrs.„Hell yeah!“Cobra exclaims nearly falling down. „Great!All we needed were four hours,seven busses (cause they kept taking the wrong ones) and nearly two bottles of Vodka.“Noboru says when Cobra runs against a hanging flower pot he could´ve sworn wasn´t there earlier.The damn flower pot knocked Cobra to the floor with a thud.Yamato cleaned that wound with vodka too.He shakes his head.

“At least I dont look like I have a vagina or a weird ass pastry on my head,gimme the liquor.“He hands hit over with a screw you.Cobra rolls his eyes.„Did any of you meatheads think of a first aid kit that doesn´t get you wasted?“Todoroki explains that he and Odajima didn´t plan any deadly injuries so they don´t have one.Jamuo hands him one.“Thanks.At least one is prepared.I love this kid.“Cobra starts treating his wound as Todoroki exclaims;„You literally belong under constand supervision of a person with a normal amount of brain cells or at least on a leash for crazy children that keep running off...“He sighs heavily.„That would be a human right violation.“Yasushi grumbles.“Woah big words Yasuhsi!“Nakaoka laughs. „The leash is a great idea.“Tsukasa nodds.“Kinky.“Tsukasa groans.“Will you shut your cakehole!“Fujio snaps.„They mean against deadly accidents and STD`s,Yasushi.“Odajima explains.

Even though they had this little escalation they do end up having a great time,when the wound is treated,they´ve eaten and relax with a beer and soda.„How about horror stories?!“Fujio offers.„What?Cannibal Hillbilly Misfits that make a human barbecue out of Jamuo?!“Yasushi snorts.Jamuo moves closer towards Tsukasa eyeing Yasushi with care.“That´s the plot of Wrong Turn kid.Relax.“ Shibaman states.“Yasushi and Kiyoshi scare them away anyways.“Nakagoshi nodds.When Cobra hands Murayama a beer he shook before making his boyfriend take a forced beer shower and crazy enough he laughs it off.“Call it a cocktail!“Tsuji laughs.“The beer explosion!“Nakagoshi adds.Cobra snorts shaking his head.“Oh don´t judge the creator of a cocktail without ever inventing one Cobra-san!“Fujio states happily.“I did 2013,Cobra-Twist strong enough to twist your organs.“Cobra explains drinking his beer.“Yeah so it´s a cocktail you´re named after then Cobra-chan!Do you suck at wrestling suddenly?!“Murayama teases.Cobra puts down his beer and cockily strutts towards Murayama who´s eyes widen.“Cobra,no!“He squeaks as he Cobra twists his boyfriend and the others break out laughing.

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Joshua Bassett Singles Sentence Starters

JUST LOVE

"An eye for an eye leaves everyone blind."

"We can't seem to see the way cause everyone's hurting."'

"Tell me, when will we learn it?"

"And what more can I say?"

"What if we just love?"

"Am I asking too much?"

"Too many have lost their lives."

"Too many tears we've cried."

"We couldn't seem to see the light."

"Now you're all by yourself."

"You're crying for help."

"Your walls know too well."

"You've been living in hell."

"Tell me what to do now."

"Don't you get tired when you run for your life?"

"You don't need to this time."

DIFFERENT

"Darling, how I missed you."

"Two years, not even friends."

"I'm trying to kiss you, cause we've seen how this can end."

"My therapist would kill me if she knew that I was here."

"No one knows me like you know."

"No one holds me how you hold me."

"I'm back in your arms, but everything's changed."

"We've been to hell and back again."

"My biggest regret was walking away."

"I'm not gonna make the same mistake."

"I know you're afraid we'll end up the same. And the truth is, we might."

"But if we do this thing right, maybe this time it'll be different."

"I didn't think we'd end up here."

"I didn't think you'd kiss me."

"I'm too in love to care."

"Kiss me slow before I go, my dear."

"Make me yours and I'm not leaving."

"I know for sure you're all I needed."

"I can't believe I didn't see it."

"We took our time and space we needed."

"Maybe this time it'll be different."

I'M SORRY

"I thought about what I would say, but I'm two years too late."

"I can't imagine how you're doing these days."

"Sure it wasn't perfect back then."

"I'll be the first to admit."

"It was better than being strangers again."

"I'm drunk too late, talking to the moon."

"Ever since that day, the things I didn't say they haunt me."

"I know that I'm to blame, so go ahead and blame it on me."

"I know that I'm too late, but I'll say it anyway."

"I'm sorry."

"It was me, it wasn't you."

"It's cliché, but it's true."

"I wasn't thinking how I usually do?"

"Bet it was hard to watch me put you through hell."

"I hope you know I'm not proud of who I've been."

"I hope you know that I wish you nothing but the best."

SHE SAID HE SAID SHE SAID

"I saw you in the back of the room taking shots with your friends again."

"You talk shit, like you always do."

"I guess high school never ends."

"You sure got a lot to say when you're talking on my name."

"You sure got a lot to say, but did you tell them everything?"

"When you dance with the devil, the devil's gonna dance with you."

"When you play with fire, the flame's gonna burn you too."

"Starting rumors, it's nothing new."

"We're on this shit again."

"I let you go."

"Drunk talks are sober thoughts so don't act so innocent."

"I can't keep playing games when your rules are always changing."

"So, if you're saying, 'sorry', you can save it."

"Burn your bridge, talk your shit."

"I've been growing thicker skin."

"Forgiveness? Ask again."

"Patience only runs so thin."

WOULD YOU LOVE ME NOW?

"I never wrote the letter that I swore I'd send."

"I never got to tell you what I really meant."

"I can't help but thing of all the things I would say."

"If I showed up at your doorstep would you turn me away?"

"Would you care to see a stranger whose eyes are still the same?"

"Take me or leave me."

"I'm going home, but I'd rather be going your way."

"Would you love me now?"

"Take me back to when we were young again."

"After everything, would you let me in and love me now?"

"We made ourselves a promise we would stay in touch."

"If we're being honest, that's on both of us."

"I'm running out of reasons not to do it all again."

"You know I'd fly away with you if you asked me to."

"So what do you say for one more day?"

"Would you love me?"

DOPPELGÄNGER

"I guess I'm not as over you as I thought that I was."

"I saw someone who looked like you at our favorite coffee shop."

"Part of me was hoping that we'd get the chance to talk."

"I guess I'm not as over you as I thought, and I thought I was."

"I've spent a lot of nights memorizing lines, thinking about what I might say."

"After all this time, I'm still fight or flight."

"I can't help but run away."

"I know we're getting older."

"We're moving on and over."

"Everywhere I go, I see your face."

"I couldn't believe my eyes."

"Even when I left, I was still a wreck."

"I'm scared to death to see you."

"I wanted it to be you."

"The truth is no one's like you."

"A heart cannot be lied to."

FEEL SOMETHING

"We'll sneak up to the fire escape and wait for the rain."

"Most days, dear, you drive me insane."

"Why don't we both push past the pain?"

"Meet me in the middle of midnight."

"Barely made it out alive."

"We're selfish, we're melting, we're talking shit just to tell it."

"We're stupid."

"We're doing anything we can just to feel something."

"Hold me like it's the very last time, at least for tonight."

"Pull my hair and kiss my head and we'll get high."

"We felt it."

ANYONE ELSE

"You say you gotta think it over."

"I can't stop thinking of you."

"I'll be here when you need me to."

"There's a million little things I haven't told you."

"It kills me every time he's/she's/they're with you."

"How am I supposed to think about anything else?"

"How am I to go on keeping this to myself?"

"I am done pretending I want anyone else."

"Now the days are getting longer."

"I'm caught daydreaming of you."

"I'm still waiting for my happy ever after."

"When you're ready, I'll be ready too."

"The world melts away when I'm with you."

"I know you're afraid to jump too soon."

"I'd love you better than he/she/they ever could."

"We'd have it good."

"I keep hoping it'll only be a matter of time until the memory's faded and the feeling subsides."

"Time won't help."

"I can't settle for anyone else."

COMMON SENSE

"Kiss the girl/boy goodbye."

"Leave it all behind."

"The girl's/boy's not worth my time."

"Common sense ain't common when you come to mind."

"She/he/they was/were not worthwhile."

"Don't go the extra mile."

"Go back and reconcile."

"Common sense forgot about her/his/their smile."

"Second chances are thought of to be weak."

"Second chances aren't given usually."

"A second chance is all I really need."

"I think I want to love you."

"I want to love you."

"Please let me love you."

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"Summer Of '87" (Chapter 8)

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Chapter 7

Chapter 9

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Soon you were back at Eddie’s trailer, which was still empty because Wayne was at work.

“So, your uncle lives here too?” you asked uneasily as you looked around the room. It was clear there was only one bedroom, and you hoped it was Eddie’s.

“Yeah, don’t worry though he works most nights. He’s picking up a shift right now.” Eddie explained, hearing the tone in your voice.

“And he sleeps on the couch?” you asked while rubbing the back of your neck.

“Y’know if it makes you this uncomfortable princess you can sleep on the bus,” he said in a rather haughty tone. He knew it wasn’t much, but it was all he had.

You seriously debated for a minute in your head. It wasn’t like it would be much bigger in the bus anyway.

“...Would you stay with me?”

“Uh, no.” he laughed bitterly. “I’m not gonna act too good for my own home, Y/N,”

“I’m not saying it’s not good enough!” you gesture wildly. “It’s just…weird, thinking about sleeping in your room with your uncle on the couch.

“He’s used to--” he walked down the hall to his room to see the bed was unmade, and several of Wayne’s clothes strewn about the place.

“Huh,” he said plainly. “Guess he’s been sleeping in here. Well, that makes sense.”

“So maybe, you let him keep it…?” you tried not to sound too relieved.

“....Yeah, I guess it would be pretty messed up to just come and take it back after being gone for so long,” he sighed.

“But we’re not sleeping on the bus.”

“Oh?” you raised an eyebrow. You half wondered if he was going to make you camp in the woods just to spite you.

“I’ve got plenty of money to crash in a motel for a few days,” he explained as he walked back out to his van.

“A motel?” you made a face. “Gee don’t break your wallet with the big spending there, Scrooge,”

“HEY,” He stopped and spun around abruptly. “I get that you were born with a silver spoon up your ass princess, but I grew up with NOTHING. You learn how to stretch pennies real far raised that way.”

“Wow,” you huffed. “Y’know it’s not my fault who or where I was born Eddie, same as you. I can’t help I’m used to…certain lifestyles,”

“But you can help it by opening yourself up to things less than your ‘standards’, princess,” he crossed his arms. The way he used your nickname like that, it sounded so condescending.

“Is that what you think, Eddie?” You asked with tears brimming. “You keep calling me that because what, I’m Molly Ringwald? Conceited? Spoiled? And your Bender, the poor burnout who’s daddy didn’t love him? Is that it?”

“Hey, at least his dad was AROUND,” He stepped towards you angrily. “My old man dropped me here when I was born. Him AND my mother wanted nothing to do with me! I would’ve KILLED for a carton of cigarettes for Christmas, at least that would mean I’d see them!”

“...Wow,” you said softly. You didn’t realize he’d take the metaphor so far. Or that his parents were that horrible.

“Yeah, wow,” he chuckled sadly as he leaned against the van, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it.

“I’m sorry,” you put a hand on his shoulder. “I shouldn’t of--”

“No, you’re right.” he cut you off with a drag of his cigarette. “I shouldn’t expect you to be like me. I’m hella simple. Give me a room with a bed and I’m happy. And I know now I can afford more, I’m just waiting for the other shoe to drop and this whole ‘fame’ thing to go away. And I just wanna have enough that Wayne doesn’t have to worry about working so much. I mean, I’m even thinking about getting him a small house for Christmas. If i still have enough to, I mean.”

“I get it,” you nodded softly. “And if that’s what you want, I have no right to ask anything more of you. But Eddie…”

You rubbed his shoulder tenderly.

“The other shoe won’t drop, I know it won't. You're too talented, as are the other guys. You worked hard to get where you are, that doesn’t just ‘go away’,”

“Yeah, I guess…” he muttered under his breath while taking another drag. “Maybe we can get a nice hotel, with a pool and everything,”

“A pool?” you had to giggle at the specific detail.

“Yeah, I’ve always wanted a pool.”

“Well,” you cleared your throat. “My parents have a pool…”

“Wasn’t the whole point of staying with Mandy a way to AVOID your parents?”

“Well, yeah I mean i did wanna spend time with her, but I’m pretty sure they’re in Italy for the summer.”

“Pretty sure?” He raised an eyebrow.

“Absolutely sure.” you admitted. “And if you want a free room AND pool, then it’s what you’re gonna get, metal head.”

“Really?” his eyes lit up.

“Really,” you giggled. “And who knows, it’s a big house. Maybe we can convince your friends to come over for a pool party,”

“That is an AMAZING idea!!!” He almost jumped up and down with happiness. “That is definitely one way to Dustin’s heart.”

“Good,” you smiled. “Any other ways you know of?”

“I’ll make a list,” he chuckled before putting out his cigarette and letting you in the van.

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After a few days of settling in and letting everyone cool off, Eddie decided to bring up the idea of the pool party at a special session of Hellfire Club. Obviously they didn’t usually play in the summer, but since Eddie and the guys were home Dustin who was now the DM, made a special exception. Even if he was still a bit frustrated with him.

After the meeting when everyone was just hanging out, he took his honorary little brother to the side.

“Y’know Henderson, you’re not such a bad DM,” he chuckled while ruffling his hair.

“Ay, not the hair!” He grumbled while pushing Eddie’s hand away. “And really? Ya think so?”

“Definitely,” he nodded with a sly grin. “Almost as good as I was,”

“Oh right,” he rolled his eyes.

“So, I was thinking,” he said carefully. “We should have a party in your honor,”

“Oh really?” his eyes lit up. “A party for me?”

“Yeah of course, why not?” he patted Dustin’s back. “A pool party even,”

“A pool party?!” Dustin was now giddy. “But who do we know who has a pool? Are we gonna break into Steve’s parents house?”

“Well, not exactly…” Eddie became nervous. “Y/N offered…”

“Oh there it is,” Dustin’s happy bubble was burst. “You wanna set up some kind of ‘happy reunion’ with my so called ‘dad’?”

“No man!” Eddie shook his head wildly. “No, they’re out of town. We’re staying there, and I told her--”

“So you ARE shacking up with her!” Dustin scoffed. “Dude I knew it!”

“There were extenuating circumstances, Henderson!” Eddie raised his voice to match Dustin’s, making the rest of the group stop their conversations and zone in on theirs.

“Wow, don’t choke on the big words Munson,” Dustin rolled his eyes.

“Hey man, I’m smart sometimes.” he said in an offended tone.

He wasn’t the best speaker, but he had a decent vocabulary. And Dustin was supposed to be his little buddy, someone who looked up to him. Not this condescending little twerp.

“Dust, lay off him.” Mike walked over. “You know you missed the shit out of him,”

“...Maybe” Dustin looked at the floor.

Eddie paused for a moment, letting his wheels turn.

“...Is that why you’re pissed, Henderson?” he leaned his head down to meet Dustin’s eyes. “You think she’s taking me from you?”

“Eddie I waited a whole YEAR to see you! And now you come home with some random girl claiming to be my sister, and she’s got you on a leash!”

“A leash??!” Eddie had to laugh. “Henderson look where we’re standing! I’m here with you, aren’t I?”

“And the last few days?”

“Dude I figured you were pissed at me. I wanted to give you a few days to calm down,”

“Just because I’m pissed at you doesn’t mean I don’t wanna see you Eddie!!!” Dustin was surprisingly emotional as he spoke. “I…you’re my brother, Edds.”

Hearing those words broke Eddie’s heart. Here he was trying to make you happy by easing the tension between you and Dustin, and he hadn’t thought twice about things between him and Dustin.

“Hey, Henderson,” he held his hands out. “You know you’re my little brother first. Everyone else is second to you,”

“Gee thanks!” Lucas rolled his eyes.

“Sorry SInclair, shouldn’t have played for the dark side.” Eddie shot him a tongued smirk before turning his attention back to Dustin.

“Look if you really don’t wanna do it, we won’t. But you know I wouldn’t wanna do anything that would hurt you. Even if you don’t believe Y/N is your sister, she’s still a nice girl. I swear. And she really just wants to do something nice for everyone, honest.”

“Yeah man, POOL PARTY!!! Come on!!!” Gareth chimed in the conversation.

“....Well, I guess if everyone’s there.” Dustin shrugged. “I guess it’s cool,”

“Sweetness!” Eddie hugged Dustin. “I swear man, you won’t regret it,”

“I hope not,” Dustin said softly. He’d never admit it to anyone, but he sort of wanted to believe you. He’d always wanted an older sibling, and Eddie was great, but another one would be nice.

He hoped this party wouldn’t blow up his hopes.

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The day of the party soon arrived, and you were buzzing with nervous energy. Your parents’ backyard was decked out to look like a D&D dream. You had made giant paper D20 dice and stuck them along the gates surrounding the yard. You had a custom cake made into the shape of a D20 with “DM MASTER DUSTIN HENDERSON” written in the middle of it. It was double chocolate fudge, his favorite.

A picnic table on your deck held a D&D board all set up for a campaign designed especially around Dustin. Of course that was for later; you had planned to let the whole Hellfire club stay over for a campaign sleepover.

All the food and refreshments were D&D themed; potato wedges called “dragon eggs”, chicken legs called “troll’s legs”, burgers named “+1 health”. Fruit punch labeled “Dragon’s blood,” stuff of the like.

The pool also came equipped with a water basketball hoop, and a net across for water volleyball. A large slide was set up in the deep end; it was literally a teenage boy’s dream.

And if you had any doubts about it, Dustin and the other boys faces and excited chatter when they entered the backyard proved you right.

“Holy shit,” Dustin whispered in awe. “This is AWESOME!!!!”

“I’m glad you like it,” you gave him a small smile.

“I love it, thank you,” Dustin smiled back, giving you a small hug. It made you take a small sharp inhale while you glanced happily at Eddie, who gave you a thumbs up.

“CANNONBALL!!!” Quentin didn’t waste any time; he was ripping off his t-shirt and jumping into the pool. The rest of the boys quickly followed suit, already starting to play with the basketball.

Soon the older teens were walking into the backyard with the two younger girls in tow.

“Sorry we’re late, the girls were taking forever,” Jonathan apologized, causing Nancy to hit him.

“We weren’t that long!” She pouted as she walked over to grab some “dragon’s blood”. The two younger girls immediately took off their overalls and jumped into the pool with the boys.

“Hey let’s get a game going!” Lucas suggested.

“This is a pretty nice setup,” Steve commented while pulling off his shirt. “My parents never sprung for a slide.”

“Well clearly you were never spoiled as I was,” you joked.

“I already assumed that was true,” he winked before joining the boys in the pool.

“I’ll kill him for you if you want me to,” Eddie said under his breath in a half teasing manner.

“I’ll let you know,” you kissed his cheek before going to the shallow end of your pool to sit and sunbathe.

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It ended up being a lovely night; you bonded with Eddie’s friends, Dustin had a great time, all in all you’d call the whole thing a success. Now, everyone was hanging out in your house for a sleepover.

The Hellfire members played the special campaign Eddie had made in the living room, while El and Max watched a movie upstairs in your TV room. You and the older teens were drinking and talking on a couch in the living room, careful not to disturb the game.

“So, you and Eddie huh?” Steve asked in his best non condescending voice.

“Me and Eddie what?” you raised an eyebrow.

“You guys doin’ it?” he asked rather abruptly in a buzzed tone.

“Steve!” Nancy elbowed him harshly.

“Actually no, Harrington.” you took a swig of your beer. “I’m not a little slut like you,”

“Hey!” He cried defensively. “Former slut, thank you,”

“Oh sorry,” you rolled your eyes with a smile, “But no, we’ve barely kissed.”

“OOOOOOOOOOOHHHHHHH!!” Robin laughed in an overexaggerated tone, causing the HFC members to look over.

“Robin!” Steve hissed. “Who’s the dingus now?”

“Shit,” you said under your breath while glancing at Eddie with a bright red face. You probably shouldn’t have said that.

“What?” Dustin asked curiously as he also glanced at Eddie, who was clueless.

“Nothing, nothing.” You assured him while getting up to go to the kitchen for some water. No more drinking for you tonight. Eddie instinctively followed you, sensing it was not “nothing”.

“What was that?” He leaned against your kitchen bar.

“Noting…” you said in an innocent tone.

“Oh that sounds believable,” he chuckled as he walked towards you.

“I may have let it slipped that we kissed,” you blushed up at him.

“What?!” Eddie suddenly took a step back. “Why?!”

“Well Harrington goaded me into it!” you whined.

“Sure, everything’s Harringrton’s fault.” he rolled his eyes.

“He asked if we were sleeping together, rude.” you stuck your tongue out. “And I said that we barely kissed,”

“Barely?” he crossed his arms. “I’d say it was more than ‘barely’ a kiss,”

“Well, then why can’t i remember it?” you smirked.

“Probably because you’re drunk, princess.”

“I am NOT,” You protested, stepping forward but tripping on your heels into his arms.

“....I might be a little tipsy,” you added with a small voice.

“Uh huh,” he shook his head with a small laugh. You were so adorable he couldn’t stand it.

“Well here’s a reminder,” he grinned before pulling you into his body with the softest of kisses.

You knew you shouldn’t risk making out in your kitchen like this with literally everyone you were trying to convince you weren’t banging him in the next room, but you were indeed tipsy and you wanted him so badly. Your arms immediately wrapped around his neck and pulled him forward, jumping up and wrapping your legs around him. He set you on the counter while continuing to kiss you, not wanting to admit he really wasn’t strong enough to hold you on his own.

“I knew it!”

Dustin’s voice knocked you both from your lustful haze as you broke apart immediately and stared at him in horror.

“Dustin, man we weren’t.--”

“Save it,” he sighed as he turned around to go back to the living room. “Do whatever you want, I don’t care,”

Eddie ran after Dustin trying to explain you weren’t a thing for the second time, even though at this point why weren’t you? You couldn’t think about that now, you had to get your shit together.

“Shit!!!” you yelled at yourself as you ran upstairs to your room.

You needed a break from all this drama for the night.

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ALL ABOARD TO TRUTH TOWN🚂 , WHERE FICTIONAL STORIES ABOUT SHINY BUTTONS, DONUTS, AND ROBOT UPRISINGS ARE MORE FUN THAN CUTTER'S STUPID SLOW CLAPS, HERA ALMOST DYING (she BETTER not), AND DOUG'S JAIL TIME AND ALCOHOLISM THAT I TOTALLY PREDICTED (good for me 🥰) (or my reaction to episodes 38-40 of Wolf359)

Also: Whiskey boy needs to chill, seriously. Are we sure Doug is the one with the problem?

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Episode 38: Happy Endings

I'm gonna be doing chores while I listen to these three episodes, so sorry if the notes get a bit brief.

This Hilbert and Doug morality debate is funny because it's literally one actor debating with himself.

I'm sad Hera can't be a part of the group.

"2am"? How is it 2am? You're...you're not on earth. I understand keeping up with a schedule, but it's still a little weird, what time zone are they following?

The way Hilbert talks about Sam... it's like he has this shred of humanity left inside him that he's just gotten used to ignoring.

And Hilbert, I have a clear answer to your little "trolley problem": the decima virus is CUTTER'S property. He put that in your contract, or have you forgotten? Do you seriously think that man will be using it for the good of humanity? Because I don't.

I also feel like the "No one gets a happy ending/ there are no happy endings" think is foreshadowing. But I hope I am wrong.

"This wasn't here last time"

IS THIS THAT WEIRD DOOR???? FINALLY! Bah-ha just shove him in! At least it’s not the airlock which is what I was expecting.

Hm. Do not like the dark. Uh what. Also. Isn’t he supposed to be alone? Totally alone? And shouldn’t it be an emergency?

Dentist chair from hell? Nope. Don’t like it.

Recorded message? Oh gosh not the slow claps…Cutter no doubt. Of course he does a dramatic dark room, and the lights go up on an evil chair...he was one of those kids in school who at recess would find insects and torture them for fun, wasn't he?

Easter egg? Cutter, this is the worst easter themed scavenger hunt I've ever heard of. Where are the chocolate bunnies? The jellybeans? The message of hope, love, and rebirth? But I suppose I should expect nothing else from the man who ordered the killing of three people on Christmas. Makes you wonder what Cutter has against holidays. Did mommy and daddy not give someone enough presents?

“The other crew has... gone away like last time” Cutter you suck. Seriously his villain mode does not have an off switch.

What does Cutter want with his brain? An old friend made this for him?? Is it the dude he killed or is it the Pryce person he wrote the book with? Makes me wonder where his mysterious friend is hiding. In the shadows at Cutter's right hand or six feet underground with a knife in the back? Not sure which is worse. I guess we'll see.

THEY CAN SCAN HIS BRAIN AND GET THAT KIND OF INFO? That...but...I...as someone who knows slightly more than average about how the brain works, Cutter needs to learn how to make better use of his tech. I cannot even BEGIN to tell you how much better his evil plans would go, if he focused on THAT instead of...oh I don't know...investing his money into elaborate dark rooms with evil dentist chairs and slow clap videos?

Also "Hera can't detect these secret rooms" HOW. HOW CAN SHE NOT THAT'S AN AWFUL IDEA: She flies the ship, she has to calculate for its size. It's science fiction, so let me be 100% clear, I'm not dumping on the creators or writers, I'm dumping on Cutter the character. You idiot.

Oh he’s just leaving him in space. Oh...Hilbert will come around in the hopes that he’ll use decima to help people. That's cruel. “Thanks for all the memories” Cutter. DUDE. Too much.

Do not give him your memories. Do not Hilbert.

Haha… hee hee… why is he laughing?

Brilliant? Chance for work to continue? NO. HILBERT YOU DUM-DUM. THEY ARE NOT GOING TO USE IT FOR GOOD. CUTTER WILL NOT USE IT FOR GOOD. BECAUSE HE IS NOT A GOOD MAN. The reason you shouldn't do this has nothing to do with sacrifices for the great good...it's that the greater good IS NOT GUARANTEED AND LIKELY DOESN'T EXIST BASED ON CUTTER'S BEHAVIOR!

Don’t call her Isabel. You are in the wrong here Hilbert. And there is a very clear difference between what she is doing and what you are doing. She knows better than to count on a killer for benevolence.

Good. Smart. Don’t get in the chair. It would probably slice off your head or something.

Something about Eiffel? Minkowski… Doug is your friend. Just because he served time doesn’t mean he’s a bad guy.

Well Lovelace and Hilbert...it's an unusual alliance. Hope it works out.

Episode 39: All Things Considered

"It's a bottle…"

👎🙅‍♂️🤬❌ WRONG!

Oh it's the Whiskey isn't it.

Wrong! Cancelled! 🤬👎🙅‍♂️❌

Oh my gosh Kepler shut up.

Of course duck boy knows the boss’s drinks. Teacher's pet.

“YOU VILLAGE IDIOTS!…🤬... but points to you Jacobi 😏🥰👍" okay… clearly discount Cutter has his own discount Kepler.

oh I love these stories. Why do I feel like Minkowski's is gonna be the most realistic. Like, I can see Doug making lightsaber noises, and I can see Jacobi being a little arrogant. Just...maybe a little exaggerated.

Oh my gosh Jacobi's story. 😂😂😂 The way he's portraying Doug is way too much.

“But the button is so shiny! 🥺” PFFT- the way Jacobi portrays Doug... I'm sorry for laughing but it's too funny😂

He’s doing Minkowski dirty. Why is he making her talk like a valley girl?

“I’m sorry Jacobi you were right!” / “I’m just gonna lean against this big red button!”

Duck boy who do you think you’re fooling with this one 😂

I cannot wait for Doug's story.

Yes, Doug I am ready for the truth. I am so ready. I AM READY!

I love Hera’s announcement: "Uh...yeah some stuff is happening today for sure"

“The innocent victim stepped in to help” why is Doug me telling a story.

“We’ve never high-fived!” “We’re headed to truth town!”

Heck yeah we are! All aboard to truth town Doug, this is the best story yet!

Why are they like fighting elementary school children? I love this. Dang Doug is roasting them!

“Oh thank goodness Doug you saved us 🥰”

"Minkowski decked him!" "I did not!" "Duck boy passed out" "I did not!" "But then Hilbert came. Russian's are drawn to loud noises and he wanted to experiment on Jacobi's brain."

Doug, if you made a fictional podcast about your time in space I would listen to it. It sounds amazing.

Why is Minkowski doing a different accent now? WHY IS HERA THE VILLAIN SUDDENLY DOING A ROBOT UPRISING? 😂

"Is there any truth to your story?" Um...yeah? I'm pretty sure there were donuts in multiple stories Kelper 🙄

"But... but truth town! 🥺"

I agree. Doug was taking them straight to truth town and Whiskey boy shut down the railways. All because discount Cutter can't handle the truth. Big surprise.

“As I've mentioned...I like the feel of it IN MY HAND 😡”

Geez man okay.

And Doug's story was not a time waste. It was delightful. Just because discount Cutter is evil doesn't mean he has to be the fun police.

“Until your idiocy stretches all the way around back to half-way competent” dang I really am like Doug. 😔

Episode 40: Limbo

"Lob of meat" well you don't have to say it like that Hera.

"I can't think of a single way to prank everyone else" Doug. Jacobi is afraid of ducks. You are sitting on a gold mine.

Ugh this is awful because I can't tell if Hera's compliance with Maxwell is programmed or not! It's so scary that her free will can just be...programmed out.

Maxwell. Why are you interrogating her? Hera. Do not turn on your friends. Maxwell. You BETTER be trying to help.

I'm very worried about Hera. Is Kepler going to shut her down?

Good on you Hera. She deserves to know the truth.

...oh no.

Maybe I'm misremembering this, but was it Maxwell or Lovelace who said "if only Hera knew the truth" a few episodes back? I'm really suspicious about how Cutter and co. treat the AIs and what they want with them.

Hera. Talk to Doug about it. Just let him know you're scared. He'll be there for you.

Hera please let your friends help you. Please let them help you. AND LEAVE HERA ALONE STOP OVERWHELMING HER! She clearly has...whatever the AI equivalent of anxiety is.

I feel so bad for Hera. I swear. Whatever Cutter has planned for her...he will pay for this.

Hera offline? NOOOOOO...

Maxwell you kinda got in her head.

But everyone has problems. And Hera is more than a robot computer. She's a friend. You can't just shut her down!

I KNEW IT. A panic attack. She has anxiety 🥺. Poor Hera.

What's dummy program? Would they destroy Hera's freewill? Neanderthal version of AI? No. Maxwell no. You don't get it. Hera is a friend. Oh they don't get it. They think it's a companion to her, not a replacement for her.

DO NOT DO IT. THANK YOU DOUG! YES! THANK YOU DOUG!

I need Whiskey Boy to drown in his own whiskey. And I need Hera to be okay. You can't do this to me. You already took Blessie you monsters. YOU ALREADY TOOK BLESSIE!

Maxwell stand up to discount Cutter! "Don't forget what she is Maxwell. She went rogue and tried to escape. There's a reasons she's up here. She's expendable. Make sure that doesn't become you." YOU better make sure it's not YOU whiskey boy. Hera just wanted freedom! She didn't ask to be born!

Minkowski just tell him. Please tell him.

Yikes.

Minkowski don't make him go through this. Please stop.

Kidnapping isn't the worst part? That's...this doesn't sound like a fun story. This doesn't sound like a trip to truth town.

Right. His daughter. Baby Ann 🥺

Doug would make a good dad. Oh no. I predict that he had drug and alcohol issues!!! Oh he gets clean. Good for him. Oh no... Doug...relapse is bad.

Oh he loses Ann. HE KIDNAPS HER? Doug bad idea. People get put away for stuff like that.

NO HE CRASHED INTO SOME TEENS. ...Model UN president in a wheelchair?

The way he says "I was fine...the driver's always fine..." yikes. He made her deaf? He hasn't seen her since? How old was she?

Hera needs to be okay. And I'm sorry if they have the tech for sentient AI, decima viruses, space travel, and who knows what else, that weird brain transmitting machine, then deafness should be totally curable by now, Cutter's just hogging the tech to himself like a psychopath. I hate him. I hate him so much. Cutter is the worst. I hope HE loses his senses. Almost all his senses. Except for pain. That's the only one he deserves to keep.

I hope Maxwell can save Hera. She has to! Hera can't die now. We already went through that, and she deserves to be happy.

But I do get the feeling that might not happen. For anyone.

You know, as I go back and edit this, I gotta say, in some ways Kepler is like an evil version of Doug. They both clearly like alcohol and substances (Kepler's "I like the feel of it in my hand" and Doug's "I just want to hold the cigarette"), but Doug wants to get better while Kepler clearly doesn't. "You're like this Whiskey see? I'd be sad without it but I'd be okay." And then he risks the life of his crew for it. You sure you don't have a bit of problem Whiskey boy? 👀

And that's all folks! Thanks dear readers for coming along on my journey. Sorry for the delays in reactions. Life gets busy, but I try to do at least once a week for you guys.

#bods wolf359 reactions #wolf359 #renee minkowski #isabel lovelace #doug eiffel #alexander hilbert #hera wolf 359 #wolf 359 #w359 #hera w359 #daniel jacobi #warren kepler #wolf 359 spoilers #alana maxwell

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꒰✧ᯇ✦꒱ BROOKLYN RED

ᯇsummary ! ✦ in manhattan they'd call it a sin, but race's wearing brooklyn red for him ᯇpair ! ✦ spot conlon x racetrack higgins (livesies) || inspired by Tennessee Orange by Megan Moroney & these (one) (two) posts by @crystallized-twilight ᯇvienna’s thoughts ! ✦ uhhh i definitely think this could be better but i just wanted to get it out of my drafts tbh LMAO. i swear the next piece or writing will be better :') 1249 WORDS © 2023 , 𝐤𝐞𝐥𝐥𝐲𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐰𝐛𝐨𝐲

"Racer!" Spot groaned. "I give up. Ya ain't never gonna learn the damn song."

Racetrack smiled and took a drag from his cigarette. "Well, I like the teacher betta than the lesson anyway."

"No amount of flattery can make up for how badly ya butchered our song," Spot laughed. He continued to speak, but his words were lost in the night.

The lights on the Brooklyn Bridge gave Spot a certain glow. One that made his skin look like that of an angel. Racetrack couldn't help but stare as he watched the boy laugh. He wanted to listen to Spot, he really did, but how could he listen to him when he was so beautiful? He tries his best to focus, but who could if Spot was sitting in front of them looking like a gift from God?

Race wanted to tell him every one of his thoughts. How Spot's laugh was probably what Heaven's trumpets sound like, how gorgeous his eyes were-

"I mean, honestly, how do ya mess up the wor-"

"Red's definitely your color." And he winced because that was definitely not what he had meant to say. It didn't even begin to cover half of what he was thinking.

Spot smiled and cocked an eyebrow. "Red's Brooklyn's color, Racer."

He groaned, "I just meant- It looks good on you. Like, really good. Ya look heavenly right now. You sure you're real?"

"Pretty sure. Speaking of red," Spot shoved his hand into his selling bag and pulled out a crumpled shirt. "I know you'll always be Manhattan, but... I thought, maybe, you could play Brooklyn sometimes too?"

Race moved to grab the shirt and exchanged it for the one he had been wearing. He scoffed, mostly at himself. "God, the boys would kill me if they saw me wearing this."

"Ya still ain't told anyone 'bout us?"

"Have you?" Race snapped, slightly defensive.

A beat.

"No." Spot admitted as he adjusted his hat. He crossed his arms, defeated and grumpy. Race slumped down with him, he intertwined their fingers and let his forehead bump into Spot's neck.

"I didn't mean to snap at'cha." He sighed. "I just- I don't know how to tell ''em that the Spot Conlon—the one who left us for dead during the strike (hey!)—is my sweetheart. Hell, how am I supposed ta tell 'em you got me wearing Brooklyn red?"

Spot rolled his eyes. "I did not leave you for dead." A shrug. "You're all still alive, aint'cha?"

Race smiled fondly and rested his forehead against the others. "Yeah, I guess we is."

"I'm glad you are," Spot whispered. Then he straightened himself and pushed Race an arms-length away, and held him there. "Because if you weren't I woulda never seen how good you look playing Brooklyn."

He laughed and shoved Spot's cap—which was really his own; he had been sporting Spot's actual cap ever since the time they went to the racetracks—over his eyes. "Don't forget it's just playing. I'm only Brooklyn in your dreams."

"Damn right."

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Race flipped the shirt in his hands over and over again. He stared into the deep red that felt so much like home that it almost made him sick to his stomach. God, if anyone saw his damned red shirt. It was just a stupid shirt, but holding it in his hands felt like treason.

"Hey, Racer. Haven't seen ya in a while; where ya been?" And his heart dropped into his stomach as he rushed to crumble up the shirt and shove it under a blanket. Jack threw his hat onto a random bed before addressing him again. "Woah! Ya good, Racer? Ya look like you'se a ghost or somethin'."

"I'm alright. Hey, uh," it's now or never, "I've gotta tell ya somethin'. But- Listen, you can't tell the other guys, they'll probably kill 'im."

Jack's eyebrows furrowed, concern flooded his expressions. He leaned against a bed frame with his fists clenched. "Did someone hurt ya, Race? Did'ya mess with some dame and her fella got at ya?"

He couldn't help but laugh. "I'm fine, Kelly. Seriously. You've taught me better than that. Kind of."

The strike leader all but sighed with relief, then sat down on the bed across from Race. "So, what'dya need to tell me? What, ya done sellin' papes or something?"

"No, no. I'm still sellin' papes. I don't got enough money ta quit." He paused. "I might've... met someone."

Jack smiled, crossed his arms and leaned back in amusement. "And?"

"And... he's really good to me. He's got these eyes and they're... they're so blue that it's almost scary. Ya know the kind? He holds doors open for me, stop laughing. And he ain't made me cry yet. Which is saying somethin' for him." Race was looking down at his hands, a stupid smile beating the embarrassment to his face. "He ain't from 'round here, but he still- He still feels like home, ya'know?"

"I know the feelin'. Who's the fella?"

Race looked up, only to meet Jack's eyes just for a second. "Ya can't tell the other fella's, Jackie. I mean, they'd probably call it a damn sin-"

"Racer, come on. They ain't like that-"

"No. Not 'cuz of that, not 'cuz he's a guy. 'Cuz he's..." Race sighed and dragged a hand over his face. "He's got me wearing Brooklyn red, Jack."

And to that, Jack let out a long sigh.

"I know! Brooklyn ain'tcha best friend. Hell, they ain't no-one's best friend." Race started to grin a little again. "He, uh, he took me out to the bridge last Saturday."

"Oh, so that's where ya run off to. To betray us." Jack teased. He even reached forward and gave Racetrack a playful punch to the shoulder.

Race's smile was back in full force. "Anyway. It wasn't nothing like 'Hattan, but nothin' ever will be. But man, I'd like to personally thank whoever made the lights on that damn bridge. Ain't neva seen someone look like that. He looked like a damn angel."

"Well, I can't say I'm not disappointed-"

"I'm sorry Jack. It's just... man, I like him a lot. I'm even learning that stupid Brooklyn chant."

Jack laughed. "Race. I'm not actually disappointed, I'm just messin' with ya. But everyone looks better in 'Hattan colors. Can't deny that." He stated, pulling at his own shirt.

"Obviously. But that smile he carries with him makes ya forget all that. I mean, the grin he had when he made me try on a Brooklyn shirt; made me think I should only ever wear red for the rest of my life!"

Jack grinned and shook his head. "Well, well. Neva seen you so smitten over someone. So, what? Ya Brooklyn now?"

Racetrack laughed. "Never. Not even Spot's smile could make me crazy enough to leave 'Hattan."

"Ya fella's the Spot Conlon? Man, you ain't dating a fella from Brooklyn. You're basically dating Brooklyn itself!"

"I know."

"Listen, Race. Manhattan's gonna loves ya. Even the traitor part of ya." Jack leaned forward to grab Race's shoulder. "If you're happy, we're happy."

Race let out a sigh of relief.

Like a tidal wave, the rest of the newsboys poured into the lodging house. Jack gave the other boy a wink━a promise of secrecy━before he reached under the blanket, pulled out the Brooklyn shirt, and jumped up to wave it in front of the crowd. "You guys won't believe who Racer's swoonin' over!"

"Jack!"

#if this is bad just squint and it might be better!#i hate my writing someone send help #anyway!!#very different from what i wrote last time #country music is so good i wont apologize #i only edited it once so bare with me #posting it so that i don't have to deal with the guilt of it in my drafts #spot conlon #racetrack higgins #sprace #newsies #livesies #newsies live #broadway #newsies broadway #˚₊· ͟͟͞͞➳ newsies // oneshots ❥#☄. *. ⋆ vienna's ... writing

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Caleb said "our gifts are so rare, so special" as if not every ghost can do it, plus when Willie looked surprised after Alex said he could become visible playing with Julie.

However, my vision on Caleb is that he is a liar manipulative predator. so obviously he'd try to make the boys feel special and unique before trapping them into a spell.

So i think ghosts can have tons of abilities that all they need is time and practice to control, like when Alex learned how to hold things properly. So here is a list of things i think ghosts can do in the jatp universe:

Transportation: ofc. we've seen it. they poof in. They poof out. No biggie. Except how far it goes? How many ghosts can they transport? Can they transport lifers? it's probably the easiest ghost skills to have.

Objects Summoning: sure they can summon their instruments bc is attached to their souls but i doubt they can't learn to summom any object they put their mind to, if they can play it, they can conjure it. Could be learned through concentration, bc it might sound easy like poofing from place to place, but it'd involve traveling actual material objects through space, and since touching and holding stuff is also something u need to put your mind to it, certainly it also needs concentration.

Energy Control: Willie can flick the cop's vehicle lights. and flicking lights has always been a ghost thing. They could definitely learn that skill for special stage effects, watch the tv w/o touching the remote, pass messages, freak someone out, create a distraction, infinite possibilities. I also think they could absorb that energy within themselves and release it somewhere else.* It could be learned through concentrating and finding the right timing (i think Alex would master it.)

* if ghosts are made of energy and air there's no way they can't interact with other kinds of energy. magic and science are just like batman and bruce wayne.

Levitating: Caleb can levitate, other ghosts might as well. i think they could achieve by meditating and learning to clear their mind. (Reggie would kill it y'all) they could also lift other objects without actual touch them. imagine their final battle with Caleb and just as they are going to lose, Caleb falls on his face bc someone (reggie) tried to catch a heavy object and it accidentally hit Caleb's head?

Becoming Visible/Tangible: They can do it, we've seen it. ofc it was a magic move after a power of friendship moment, But, i believe they could figure out how to control who can see/touch them and who can't, my guess is that they'd have to visualize and wish to be perceived by someone. same goes for being heard or not. (Luke can work this one easy bc he has a need to be perceived) and since Caleb can make a whole bunch of ghosts appear and disappear, im sure Alex could make Willie visible for Julie.

Possession: im gonna guess this is some unethical shit bc u can actually damage someone's soul by trying to hijack their body. but im sure they could impersonate someone and absorb their energy, so u can control them better. Caleb is putting it off tho.

Energy Sharing: this one is very oc if im being honest. but imagine a ghost having such positive or negative energy from feelings he suppressed or expressed vividly before they died, so they could project that energy in a way that could affect people and ghosts around them? It might not be the best power bc its kinda nonconsenting, but it can also be hard to acknowledge they have a power like that.

That's mostly it. I dont think Willie knows all of the ghosts skills, i guess Caleb just lied to him as he did to the others, but he can groq out of it and learn. Sure some of these requires some focus and that might be hard for Alex, but learning skills can go different for everyone. sure one is gotta get it easier than others but these boys are musicians, they're used to combining their different skills together.

#julie and the phantoms #ghost lore getting bigger and bigger #Ngl i think if julie was a ghost she'd be able to make herself and others visible.#reggie is the master of flying and invisible squid arms #Alex can control light and energy easily bc he thinks its just like playing drums

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12pt-times-new-roman · 1 year

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c3e52

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We begin with Chetney, Imogen, Fearne, and FCG in the Crystalsands Tundra. They can see the leylines and the auroras, but neither moon.

Sending from Imogen to Laudna: "Where are you? Are you still there? What happened? I don't know where we are, it's snowing. Please tell me you're okay." Laura rolls a 98 on a d100, spends the spell, takes psychic damage, and the message doesn't go through.

Sending from FCG to Orym: "Orym. We're in some sort of an icy tundra. Where are you? Are you okay? Are you seeing this shit?" Sam rolls a 51 on a d100. No damage, but the spell fails.

Both of them hear loud static and feel the spell unravel. Other magic works, though.

Oh, Chetney is flustered. That's what this is. He's disarmed. Not afraid, I don't think, but... something like it.

Another sending from Imogen to Laudna: "Where are you? Are you alright? We're in Uthodurn, I guess—" Laura rolls an 11 on a d100. No damage, but the spell is scattered and lost.

Sending to Dorian from FCG: "Dorian? A cataclysmic event has happened, and we are—" Sam rolls a 3. They figure out that sending will never work — the d100 is just to determine how much damage the caster takes.

Which is interesting. Because sending is unique — it's magic that gets drawn to the caster and then sent back along the leylines to the receiver. Other magic is just drawn from the leylines, it never has to travel back through them, so it should work.

The party finds a little cave to hide in on the side of a mountain.

Combat! Already! Woah!

Sounds like it's one of those ice lizards that the Mighty Nein fought in Aeor. And it deals 42 points of cold damage

"It's about this time, Chetney, that you see more movement. Two shapes, running from the mouth of the cavern, joining up behind this creature... these are smaller, though."

AABRIA!!! CHRISTIAN!!! (aka bi panic)

Christian is playing F.R.I.D.A., a rosegold-plated Aeormaton with a green cloak. They're feminine in appearance, muscular, and use they/them pronouns. They're a gunslinger fighter with a blunderbuss for an arm. They also have a level or two in both rogue and cleric.

Aabria is playing Deanna, a gnomish light-domain cleric in heavy plate armor, with a massive symbol of Pelor on her belt, wrapped in a colorful sweater and wearing Uggs. She's one of the people Chetney saw in the flashback Imogen gave him — she's Chetney's ex.

A day or so ago, Deanna "felt less of [the Dawnfather], like he was... leaning away."

Frida casts cure wounds on FCG. They're also a cleric multiclass, and have a symbol of the Dawnfather etched into their arm.

this is gonna be a biiiiig lore dump so

On Deanna: She and Chetney were a fling years and years ago. Chetney was the one who broke it off and left. Shortly after, Deanna was attacked and killed at a festival in the Greying Wildlands; her husband became an adventurer, and he found a cleric of the Dawnfather who resurrected her almost 200 years later. She was in the afterlife, "wherever you go next," with the gods — she was happy. And then she was back on Exandria. "Life is like being a snowflake, and when you die, you land in the ocean. For a while, you're a snowflake on the ocean, but eventually, you become that ocean. It's hard to come back from that." (Frida adds a note— "you shouldn't come back from that.")

On Frida: 2 years ago, they woke up in the Greying Wildlands, and made it to Uthodurn. Lost, alone, confused. They spent time watching, learning, and then heard Deanna's laugh. They realized that their primary function was probably to record, they have recordings of the laugh of every person they've ever met — Deanna's was familiar. They remembered that their function was to protect, and so they protect her, because she feels like home. Like Deanna, Frida was gone, asleep, for a long time, and then they were woken up by D. Wherever they were while they were asleep, they were happy — or, at least, there was the absence of sadness. They were ripped from that to serve something else, and "that was selfish. It seems like the gods like to play games with our lives." They're grateful that the Dawnfather brought Deanna to them, and so they multiclassed into cleric.

F.R.I.D.A. stands for "Far-Ranging Integrated Defense Aeormaton," which is inscribed on the inside of their faceplate. They know someone who knows a lot about Aeorian history — Jackabee Morcel. They live in Uthodurn.

With an insight check, Frida can't tell whether Deanna wants to kill or fuck Chetney, but can tell that she's freaking the fuck out.

"You take care of each other. You love each other. Is that not purpose enough?" y'all someone is finally calling FCG on their mentality.

"Do you know how we... power down? I think the gods are kind of like Aeormatons. We charge them. And I have this innate feeling, I suppose, that, after millennia, they want to sleep."

Catha is high in the sky, but neither Imogen nor Frida (who rolled a 26 perception) can see Ruidus.

Imogen notices that the markings on her arms have grown, they're nearly halfway up her upper arm, and the purplish coloration at the tips of her fingers has started to turn red.

To be fair, Frida has an excellent point, and I will add onto it by saying that the gods are not going to just lie down and die. They were able to seal Predathos away once, but we don't know how long that took. That fight could have taken decades, centuries. So even if Predathos is free, and even if it will eventually destroy Exandria if left unchecked, we — and the Bells Hells — don't know how long it will take. They could have all the time in the world, or no time at all. We have no way of knowing.

awwwww Deanna sneakily casts death ward on Chetney while he's sleeping.

Sending from Deanna to Orym: there are no words. Deanna remembers when she was the ocean, the interconnectedness, the odd absence of self, and reaches out toward the people who have loved Orym, who have known him, to reach toward him and knock on a door. She is met with static, and the spell fails.

oh my god Aabria has dice in her own handwriting?? that's so fucking cool. if anyone knows where she got those please DM me lmao

Imogen takes off the circlet and tries to extend her mind. The surface thoughts of her companions fill her mind, but below it all, there's this simmering blanket of static.

Frida having 9 charisma is the most unbelievable thing in this episode so far

Recording people's laughter is something that Frida does unconsciously, autonomously. Replaying it is a conscious decision, but recording it is an instinct. They believe that laughter is insight to the soul.

Frida has the same dream, over and over. It expands each time they experience it, just a little, but the more they dream, the more "whole" the picture becomes.

Deanna's children were young when she died. Her husband left their children with his sister when that happened to go adventuring, and eventually, her children left Uthodurn. By the time Deanna was resurrected, they had families of their own. Even though she wasn't in Uthodurn for very long, it feels like home to her, and she keeps coming back to it.

Chetney and Oltgar were good partners, made a lot of good things. But someone else came into the equation, Chetney stabbed them in the knee, the Glassblades chased him out of Uthodurn, he hid in the Savalirwood, and we know (most of) the rest.

"Not to make it weird, but.. you're kind of the first thing from my life before that doesn't hurt to see."

Chetney fails a random-ass wisdom saving throw, and he feels Catha rise, and with it the wolf. So he runs out into the night to transform instead of sticking around in the cave.

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"Forgive me, does he... grow? When he...?" "Yes." "All over." "That wasn't necessary." "I just smirk in monsterfucker." aabria.

When all that energy was syphoning out of the Ruidusborn, it "felt for a moment like you were connected to something that had been missing your entire life. It felt... fateful. Not good, but like the satisfaction when something fits just where it's supposed to, when you're organizing and something fits perfectly."

"Our relationship to the gods, it's not that of a parent and a child. We are not their children. We are their batteries... and the Matron just guides us to a place that existed before her and that will exist after her." The afterlife and the gods are more removed from each other than most people think; the afterlife existed before the gods, and it will exist after them.

Frida believes that the gods want to rest after thousands, thousands of years of being awake because of the faith of their creations. And maybe they're right. But what Ludinus wants for the gods is not sleep, it's destruction.

"I thought [the Dawnfather] was just leaning away... but maybe what I felt was fear. Dread. I didn't know they could feel that."

For the second night in a row, they can't see Ruidus in the sky, and Frida and Deanna — who use Ruidus to navigate — find that very strange. The leylines are still very much active, though.

Imogen goes into a dream with FCG and Fearne, focusing on Laudna.

Her consciousness is carried, pulled, torn through the leylines, dragged across Exandria at an immense speed, until everything goes red. They arrive at the singular nexus of all magic in Exandria, the column of red energy that still pierces upward into the locked, unmoving moon of Ruidus.

With a perception check, she notices that while there is energy being thrown upward, there is also energy being pulled down. She also sees a weave of golden thread that is beginning to separate, to break apart, and there is a red storm beginning to cycle in the middle of the Hellcatch. Imogen swears she can see a hundred or so people down there — not people, not how she knows them. Red-skinned. Railora. With a failed save, Fearne is thrown out of the dream.

Imogen is being pulled towards it, she feels like she's being pulled apart, a voice in the back of her head says to let go and give in to the pull towards Ruidus. With a successful wisdom check, FCG becomes an anchor, and holds Imogen in place.

Fearne shouts and slaps her, and with a 19 WIS save (which, might I add, barely succeeded), Imogen and FCG are pulled out of the dream.

y'all what the FUCK. Ruidus is tethered directly to the Malleus Key, so it's now spinning at the same speed as Exandria rather than Exandria rotating underneath it. is it gonna slam into Catha? is it affected at all from now moving at 1000mph?

Back to Frida, who's tracking Chetney. They use recordings of Fearne's voice to lure Chetney out, then a repeating recording of Deanna saying "you're the first thing from my past life that didn't hurt to see." Chetney finds Frida and isn't pouncing yet.

They kneel, hold their hand out, and echo Deanna's words. "I know you're in there, Pock o'pea. My friend needs you now. Please come back."

Deanna's scent isn't there, but neither is the scent of blood. Chetney gets to their hand, rears up, looks into their eyes and tries to resist the bloodlust. With a shit persuasion roll from Frida, we roll initiative.

Robot! Versus! Werewolf!

Frida shoots into the air, which Deanna knows is a signal, and takes off running back toward the camp.

They play Deanna's laughter again which gives Chetney another saving throw to break away from the frenzy. The quarry is wrong, the blood tastes wrong, the hunt is wrong, and the laughter is familiar. "You did this. You did this. You hurt a friend. You lost control. Other friends are coming. Shame hits you, deep shame." He takes off into the woods, and Imogen and Fearne follow while Deanna tends to Frida. Chetney escapes and runs into the woods.

Frida (presumably, with a 10) fails a CON save against lycanthropy, since Chetney bit them.

"He's in there—" "No, no—" "No, it's fine, it's fine, he's in there!" "Fine, I'll get him out the old fashioned way!" "...are you gonna fuck him?" never change, Laura Bailey. never change.

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