#i most likely will write part 2 once i have wifi!! :]
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Mystic Sickness Part 1
This is based on @turtleblogatlast 's post about mystic sickness idea :D Hope you like it!!!
Word Count: 2178 ☆ Fandom: rottmnt ☆ Warnings: a brief mention of throwing up, nothing else i can think of ^^ ☆ AO3 Link: N/A
Raph has had his bad mornings. He had been sick from overworking too. With how he felt today, he could tell it was a mix of both.
Except it turned out there was more than that. It must be, or else why would a clone of himself stare at him like that?
Raph yelped as he fell from the bed. "What the-?!"
His copy didn't seem to care. It lay on his bed, not even looking at Raph. The turtle blinked in confusion. That was definitely his own ninpo copy. Why was it here, and why was it moving like that? Raph tried to focus and control it, just like he always did, but he failed. The copy still lay on the bed.
He stared at him. Raph was too tired for that, not to mention how early it was-
"AH-"
Raph turned around. "Leo?"
There was nobody else in his room though.
"Is this some sort of joke?" Raph grunted. "If so, Raph's going back to bed and leavin' you to deal with today's plans alone. All day."
"RAPH NO-"
He turned around again, looking everywhere searching for his brother. Again, nothing.
"I am really not in the mood for pranks-"
Suddenly Leo appeared in front of him, "RAPH HELP I-" and disappeared.
Raph looked at the empty spot where a second ago his brother stood. First his own copy, now Leo. What was going on?
"RAAAAAPH!!"
Raph groaned, “WHAT IS IT DONNIE?”
“WHAT THE HECK ARE YOUR COPIES DOING?!”
His copies? Raph glanced at his copy on his bed before leaving his room and heading to the living room. He had many ideas, most of them nonsense considering his tired and hazy mind. But nothing could’ve prepared him for this:
Many copies of himself running around, accidentally breaking some stuff, some sitting in random places... Donnie was standing at the other entrance, looking tired and angry. Pissed off even.
He noticed Raph looking. “Dear brother, may you explain what is going on during such an early hour that you have decided bring out a whole army of yous?”
“It is not me...” Raph mumbled as he walked towards Donnie, not being able to look away from the chaos going on in the room.
“They are your copies though. Can’t you control them?” Donnie pointed out. “Genuinely asking. I am too tired to be salty.”
“I tried but it is not working.” Raph tried again, failing. Then gave his full attention to Donnie, “You are tired too?”
“I suspect I have caught a cold.” He nodded.
“Me too. I’ve been feeling down since I woke up.”
“Groan. It better not be some sort of illness.” Donnie said.
“As long as it is not rat flu, it will be okay.” Raph reassured.
Donnie shuddered. “Rat flu. Let’s forget about the failure and move on to our current problem.”
“Cold or them?” Raph asked.
“...” Donnie stared at nothing before answering. A usual sign of Donnie being sick. “Yes.”
“Okay, okay. Sickness. Leo has the most knowledge about this.” Raph said out loud. “I’ll go and ask him.”
“Mhm.” Donnie had already begun walking towards the kitchen.
Raph started walking towards Leo’s room, ignoring the messy hallway. Since when did they have all that stuff and who was responsible for this mess? Probably his clones... When he reached to the room, “Leo?” he called. He received no reply. Raph didn’t bother asking again. He walked in, not caring about Leo’s upcoming protests. Except there was none because Leo wasn’t in there. “What?..”
Oh. Right, he had seen Leo for a second in his room for a second. He had appeared and disappeared as if teleporting. But Raph didn’t remember seeing his katanas. He glanced around and saw the swords near his bed on the ground. He was right.
What did this mean?.. What was going on this morning?? Raph began getting annoyed with whatever was going on. Not to mention how anxious he started feeling not finding Leo in his room. Where was he?
Maybe he was with Mikey. Maybe they were doing some stupid prank.
Raph a bit faster from before left the room and began walking towards Mikey’s room. Normally Mikey would be up, making breakfast. But if he and Donnie were right, he should be in his room resting. As he stepped into Mikey’s room, he hopped to see him and Leo doing some sort of mischief.
Instead, he found Mikey levitating, golden chains around him, asleep.
“What the shell?!”
Mikey yawned, blinking. “Mmmmmorning Raphie!” He smiled, being the morning person he was. “Is there any possibility you let me sleep a bit more?”
“Mikey, you are flying.”
“What?”
“Look around, Mike.”
Mikey did. In a second his expression shifted from confused to shocked to excited to panicked. “I AM FLYING!”
“THAT’S WHAT I AM SAYING!” Raph yelled. “GET BACK TO THE GROUND NOW.”
“I DON’T KNOW HOW TO!”
“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON’T KNOW?!”
“Boys, what is all this yelling for?..” Raph heard Splinter’s voice come from behind. Then he heard a gasp. “ORANGE WHY ARE YOU LEVIATING?”
“I have no idea.” Mikey answered. He noticed the chains around him, “Oooh I also have no idea what these are but cool.”
Raph took a deep breath. “Okay. Okay. First things first. Pops, have you seen Leo?”
“Uh- no. No, I haven’t.” Splinter turned his attention to Raph, less surprised and more worried.
“Mikey, did you see him?”
“Nope!”
So Leo was lost. Don’t panic Raph. He is probably somewhere around here, he thought. “I’ll text April.”
“Red, is everythin—”
Suddenly, just like how it happened in Raph’s room, Leo appeared in the room. He looked very puzzled, tired, annoyed, and a bit panicked. Before Raph could be sure, Leo disappeared again.
His voice, however, was heard from another room. “COME ON!!”
And then from another room, they heard him again. Raph couldn’t make up the words but he sounded irritated.
“Was that Leo?” Mikey asked.
“Yes.” Raph answered, still very confused.
“Where did he go?”
“I don’t know.”
“Boys, what is going on?” Splinter sounded serious.
Raph sadly didn’t have a proper answer. “That’s what I am trying to figure out.” He sighed. “Can you check Donnie? He is in the kitchen and said that he felt sick too.”
“I will be waiting you two there.” Splinter nodded. “I’ll look around for Blue on the way.”
“CAN SOMEONE—”
Leo’s voice came from his room.
“—HELP ME—”
This time from somewhere closer.
“I think I can handle him.” Raph said.
Splinter smiled, “I’ll make you chicken soup.”
“Thanks Dad.”
As Splinter left, Raph reached for Mikey. Grabbing his blanket, he pulled him closer to him. Mikey watched him with sleepy eyes. “Raphie, can we sleep more?”
“No, Big Man. We need to help Leo first, and then we need to eat something.” Raph said softly, walking out of the room meanwhile. Mikey huffed but didn’t protest. Raph decided to find Leo following his voice: “Leo? Where are you?”
“RAPH! Bathroom—” Suddenly his voice was cut. Then continued from somewhere else, “Never mind. I-” Another pause. The Leo calmly yelled, “I’ll go insane.”
“What’s happening?” Raph shouted.
“I keep teleported-” “-without wanting-” “-to every second.”
“That sounds bad.”
“You don’t say-” “DONNIE IS THA-” “THAT WAS MY MUG!!”
At least Leo didn't teleport out of the lair.
"I think we should call Draxum." Mikey hummed, somehow unbothered.
"Wha- why?" Splinter's reaction hadn't changed even after everything.
"He knows about mystic stuff." Mikey said lazily. It reminded Raph of how he was when he had eaten one of the poisoned pizza puffs.
"You think this is because of a mystic problem?" Raph asked.
"I know it is because of a mystic problem." Mikey confirmed.
"How?"
"Can't you feel it? Hm?"
Raph wasn't sure what he was supposed to feel. Donnie leaned towards them, goggles on his eyes. "He is right. There is something wrong with our mystic energies."
"I'm calling Draxum." Raph announced.
"Already on it." Donnie interrupted. He, from out of nowhere, had found his phone and was calling the yokai.
"Please tell me you're solving this." Leo appeared next to Raph, not looking good.
"We're calling Draxum." Mikey smiled.
"Oh good, because I- hrk-"
Luckily before he could throw up, he disappeared.
"We need you here. No, we didn't put the world in danger. We aren't dying either. No, we aren't calling you so you can cook us your new abomination. Abomination as a strange creature made of food, i.e. Sloppy Joseph. No, I'm not talking about your food. Yes. There's a problem with our ninpo. Okay, goodbye." Donnie put the phone on the table. "He'll be here soon."
"Good… Donnie, what's that?" Raph pointed at the tech that wasn't on the table a second ago.
"Ah. A piece for my new project. Why?"
"When did you bring it here?"
"...I didn't."
"What do you mean I didn't?"
Donnie raised a brow. "I didn't bring it here. I was thinking about it and it appeared."
"Appeared?"
Donnie shrugged.
"Since when do things appear when you think of them, Dee?" Raph questioned.
"That's a talent of mine, dear Raphael. My ninpo is very unique in comparison to yours–" Donnie began explaining.
"Since when do they appear without you controlling them?" Raph corrected his own question.
"Ah. Yes, that would be… since last night."
"And you didn't think of telling us?" Raph was losing his patience, to be honest.
"I didn't think it would be a problem." Donnie admitted.
Raph wanted to break the table. "You thought it wouldn't be a problem." He repeated. "And what if you accidentally create something deadly?"
"Come on Raph, he creates something deadly all the time." Mikey chimed in. "Like pipe bombs."
"Mikey, don't!" But Raph was too late. A pipe bomb was formed next to Donnie's mug.
"None of us is dumb enough to use a pipe bomb, we will be fine." Donnie stated. Then took a sip from his tea.
Raph wasn't sure about that. He trusted his brothers, but he also knew how much of a trouble they could be.
Leo appeared among them again. "Dee, I'd suggest you not enter your lab." He said tiredly.
"Nardo, what did you do to my lab?" Donnie looked at him with a mixture of horror and anger.
"Adiós." He made a peace sign and disappeared again.
Donnie immediately opened his phone to check the cameras inside his laboratory. Raph could see the fury in his eyes. Maybe Leo was lucky to be teleported every second, now that he got on Donnie's hit list.
Splinter put bowls of chicken soup in front of them, "You boys look terrible."
"Thanks." Raph sighed.
"You'll feel much better after my delicious soup." He said. "Now, only if Blue could join us…"
The soup was warm and smelled delicious. Raph couldn't wait to taste it. He would already, if he hadn't noticed his copy coming in. Ninpo Raph walked towards them, stood by them, then took the pipe bomb and ran.
"What the-?! HEY STOP!" Raph got up and ran after him, leaving Mikey to float again.
He chased his clone back to the living room, but it was hard to catch yourself. Especially in a room full of yourself. He stopped, trying to find which one was the right clone. When he did, he was leaving towards the bathroom. Raph didn't waste time following him. Before he reached him though, someone made his copy trip and fell.
"This yours, Boss Man?" Leo asked.
"Yep." And with a punch, poof the copy disappeared. "Thanks."
"Save me some soup." Leo said before getting teleported again.
"I will." Raph sighed, taking the pipe bomb from the ground. He could hide it in his room for now. Then go back and drink some soup so he can focus on the situation better when Draxum arrives. Perfect plan.
He quickly walked to his room, found a nice place to hide it, and proceeded to grab his mask and stuff. Then he remembered the transceivers Donnie had put on their gear. They could use this to communicate with Leo! If only Leo can stand in a place for a moment. Raph still thought it was worth a try, so he went to Leo’s room to get his stuff as well before returning to the kitchen.
Donnie had dozed off on the table with a few weapons and tech things that Raph didn’t know their names around him. Mikey was still floating, also sleeping. He seemed to be fine though. Splinter was enjoying his own bowl of soup. Raph sat down and finally tasted the soup. It was delicious, as always, even though it wasn’t warm anymore.
“Did you boys mess up with somebody evil again?” Splinter asked Raph.
“No, we were training and patroling the past few days.” He answered. “That’s what I don’t understand too.”
“Hmm...”
“Don’t worry, Pops. I am sure it is something Draxum can explain. Then we can fix it all at once and then rest.”
#hope this turned out good i wrote this in a night and then got too nervous thinking it is not good enough XD#i most likely will write part 2 once i have wifi!! :]#rottmnt#sickfic#rottmnt fanfiction#btw remember how sick leo had carsickness... yeah getting teleported every second cant help that#nighty writey#unpause rottmnt#save rottmnt#rise season 3#very funny how i wrote this right after recovering from a cold#also shoutout to the pipe bomb casey jr meme for the pipe bomb joke#me talking w my mom about a place serving soup for breakfast: who would even want to have soup for breakfast?#also me not a second earlier: *writes splinter making soup for breakfastK#*#rottmnt leo#rottmnt donnie#rottmnt raph#rottmnt mikey#rottmnt splinter
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runaway baby | charles leclerc
this is the second time I’m writing this because my wifi turned off and i forgot to save and all my work was deleted and i almost cried but here it is :) requests open for the baby leclerc series!!
part 2 to baby on the loose is here :)
“Carmen! George! Have you seen Ruby? She wandered off a minute ago.”
George shook his head. “No, I’m sure she hasn’t gone far. I’ll keep an eye out.”
Carmen too her phone out and texted Lily to look for Ruby. “I just told Lily about Ruby. We’ll help look around.”
“Thanks. Let me know if you find her.” Y/N sighed and walked in the direction of the Aston Martin garage.
“Ruby! Your favorite uncle wants to see you!” George yelled, ignoring the stares he got from people passing by.
“Love, I think we all know that Ruby’s favorite uncle is Pierre.” Carmen told him.
“I know but if Ruby hears me saying that then she might come out and correct me.”
Once Y/N made it to the Aston Martin garage, she asked around for Ruby but everyone said the same thing. They hadn’t seen her.
“Y/N, hey, how are you?” Y/N heard Sebastian greet her when he entered the garage.
“I could be better. Ruby ran off and I can’t find her.” Y/N said.
Sebastian could see that at any second, Y/N was going to burst out into tears so he brought the mom in for a much needed hug. Y/N was forever grateful for a friend like Sebastian. She wasn’t ready to see him leave, but he deserved a good retirement.
“Does Charles know?”
“I was so focused on finding Ruby that I haven’t told Charles yet. He’s going to think I’m such a bad mother.” Y/N wiped away a tear that slipped out.
“Stuff like this happens to even the most careful parents. Don’t worry, we are going to find her. I’ll call Britta to start looking for her. Come on, let’s go find Charles.”
Sebastian and Y/an headed to the Ferrari garage and soon spotted Charles talking with Carlos,
“Charles!” Y/N yelled at her husband, grabbing his attention.
“Oh, someone’s in trouble. What did you do?” Carlos teased, completely unaware of the situation.
“What’s wrong? Where’s Ruby?” Charles asked once he noticed that Ruby wasn’t around.
“After you left Ruby ran off. I can’t find her.” Y/N admitted.
“Oh. Then forget what I said I’m sorry.” Carlos awkwardly apologized.
“It’s okay Carlos, you didn’t know.” Y/N sighed. “Carmen, George and Lily are looking for her.”
“Britta is looking for her as well. I’ll go see if anybody else has seen her. We will find her, don’t worry.” Sebastian assured the couple as he exited the garage and quickly walked to the next one in search of the little girl.
“I just took my eyes off of her for a second and then she was gone. It happened so fast.” Y/N leaned on her husband for support. She felt like her knees were going to give out. All she wanted was her daughter back.
Charles led her to a nearby chair, whispering soothing words to her. He then grabbed his unopened water bottle and gave it to her.
“Stay here, I’ll go look for her. If you need anything, let the team know.” Charles placed a kiss on her lips then walked back to where he was previously with Carlos.
“Alright, I think we should start in the Alpha Tauri garage, she might’ve spotted Pierre or something.” Charles instructed.
“So it is true?”
“Yeah, Pierre is her favorite. Don’t tell anyone, especially Arthur.” Charles confirmed.
“I believe I caught one of your tiny spies in my garage, Leclerc.” Charles heard Christian Horner’s voice say as he made his way into the Ferrari garage. Charles instantly smiled at the sight of his little girl safe.
“He gave me ice cream!” Ruby said holding up the ice cream cone.
After thanking Christian for bringing his daughter back safe, Carlos, Charles and Ruby walked to where Y/N. She was looking down at her phone when she heard her daughter’s voice call her.
“Maman!” Ruby ran to her mom after shoving her half melted ice cream cone in her dad’s hands.
“My girl, you scared me today. That’s not a nice things to do, Ruby Jules. Papa told you to stay with me and you didn’t.” Y/N brought the girl into her arms and held her as if it was the last time.
“I’m sorry, mama. I wanted to see Uncle Pierre and then I saw Uncle Danny but he didn’t see me. And then P and I got ice cream with her maman.” Ruby told Y/N about her whole paddock adventure.
“I see you finally met P and Kelly. But that still wasn’t a nice thing to do, baby. You should’ve told me that you wanted to see Uncle Pierre and we could’ve gone together.” Y/N explained to the little girl.
“Sorry, maman. I won’t do it again.” Ruby kissed her mother’s cheek.
“You know Uncle George, Auntie Carmen and Lily are still looking for you.” Y/N told Ruby as she put her daughter on the ground.
“And Uncle Sebastian and his friend, Britta. Now, I’m going to go tell them that you’re with your mama, but you have to promise me that you’re not going to run off again. I’m seriously, Ruby. Stay with maman.” Charles crouched down to Ruby’s level.
“I promise.” Ruby nodded.
“Remember, you’re a spy. You’re undercover so the bad guys don’t hurt maman. You’re going to protect maman, right?” Charles asked, bringing his daughter in for a hug.
“I’m a spy.” Ruby said confidently.
“Okay, miss Ruby, your dad and I have to go. Give us some good luck.” Carlos held up his hand for Ruby to high five, which she did. “Oh! You’re a strong girl! I love you, cariño.” Carlos hugged Ruby one last time before he left the family have their moment.
“Give papa a kiss, Ruby.” Y/N said as Ruby wasted no time in throwing herself on Charles and giving him a kiss on her cheek.
“I love you, Ruby Jules.” Charles whispered to his daughter.
“I love you too . . Perceval.” Ruby teased.
“Alright, no more hanging out with Uncle Carlos.” Charles joked. “I’ll see you after the race. Remember, protect maman.”
“I will, papa. I’m a spy.” Ruby whispered and giggled.
“What’s all this spy talk? What am I missing?” Y/N laughed.
“Maman, I’m a spy. I have to protect you from the bad guys.” Ruby said casually so Y/N looked at her husband for an explanation.
“Horner called her a spy after he found her in the Red Bull garage.”
That explains it.
“Okay, I have to leave. I love you both.” Charles lowered Ruby down and placed one last kiss on her cheek. He then walked over to his wife and kissed her on the lips.
“Cooties!”
“I bet Lando taught her that.” Y/N laughed once she pulled away from Charles.
Soon, the race started. Y/N and Ruby were seated in the Ferrari garage watching Charles and cheering for him. By the end of the 58 laps, Charles had successfully ended the race in p1.
“Papa won!” Ruby cheered as the Ferrari team around her celebrated the victory.
“He did!” Y/N hugged the little girl.
When Charle’s name was announced, the first thing he did was try to find his family in the large group of people. Then he spotted them. Y/N was next to Kelly, each with their own daughter in their arms. They were distanced from the big crowd, but Charles was still able to find them.
Y/N pointed at Charles. “Look, papa is waving at you.”
“Papa!” Ruby yelled, waving her arms in the air.
Charles laughed and blew a kiss to his girls. As he took his place on the podium, the Monaco national anthem started to play. Ruby loved it so much that she started to sway in her mom’s arms and dramatically tried to sing along despite the anthem not having any words.
Charles could not contain his laughter. Even Max noticed Ruby’s passion for the national anthem and laughed as well.
After receiving the large champagne bottle, Charles and Max began to spray each other with it. All Ruby could think of was how fun that looked.
“Mama, can P and I do that with daddy and uncle Max?”
“Ask your papa.”
#formula 1#f1 x reader#formula 1 imagine#f1 imagine#f1 x you#charles leclerc one shot#charles leclerc x reader#charles leclerc#cl16 x reader#baby leclerc series
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⭐︎Hi Hello⭐︎
I love reading everyone’s intro posts because they’re so cute and I’m nosy. So here’s mine🧍🏾♀️. Although I’m a bit concerned about redundancy because of my bio, but whatever.
• Nanu
• Medical Technology Student
• Germany
• Languages- English, mother tongue and German, B2 C1, who knows?
• Interests & Hobbies- Beginner violinist, trying to get into art, The Sims, crochet, reading, writing only for my Sims though and Disco Elysium.
I was so stressed about writing one of these and it ended up being very anticlimactic. Which is good.
More Semester specific info under the cut🧍🏾♀️. (03/04/2024)
I’m in my 6th Semester which, all things being equal, should’ve been my last. But I haven’t particularly been the best student due to a…. bunch of stuff. So I may end up taking an extra semester or two. I’m done most of my classes though so I just have exams to write. A lot. Im also doing the Lab for Physics 2 now cause I wasn’t able to do it in my 2nd Semester because my apartment didn’t have electricity or WiFi lmao.
Main Goals for The Semester
Get 1’s on every exam. Ridiculously ambitious considering the highest grade I’ve ever gotten is a 1,3 and that was just once but if I don’t see the point in not aiming for a perfect grade. Like, I might as well.
Up my gpa as much as I can, hence the 1’s. I want to make sure I get into a good masters program and I’m sort of glad I delayed a bunch of my exams cause I would’ve probably gotten shit grades if I wrote them then so. Silver lining.
Study consistently and try to be more interested in the material. I always feel like a fraud when I pass any exam cause I feel like I didn’t really learn anything and I won’t be able to get a job. My degree has some interesting parts and I want to learn to enjoy the entirety of it. Basically up my curiosity for knowledge.
Work on my German. I’ve not set down a solid plan for this yet but I definitely need improvement. I avoided all the electives that required presentations last semester and I heavily regret it now. The only way to dissolve the anxiety over speaking German is to give myself nothing to worry about in the first place. I’m also looking forward to being more comfortable with it so I can focus on learning my native language and many others.
Practice the violin consistently. I’m super shy about practicing in my apartment cause I assume everybody thinks it sounds terrible and it’s too loud but my goal is overcome that fear and make significant progress.
Practice drawing consistently. I really do want to improve my art and I’m like a beginner beginner beginner. It can feel super discouraging sometimes but also fun and I really hope I can stick with it.
Clean my room every Saturday.
I pqlanned to write a whole lot more here but I’m not in the mood anymore so the whole cut thing feels like a waste. But it’s been done. So. Thank you for bothering to read this and I hope you get to achieve all your goals🤍.
#I love studyblrs so much#I also love when people get detailed about what they’re studying#I want to knowwwww#studyblr introduction#studyblr#studyblr intro post#study motivation#university#studyinspo#study#studyspo
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Nihilus Rex Ch. 10: First Move
This chapter took 2 weeks to write. One to hash out what all our intrepid villains would need to do to pull this off, and one to actually write the chapter and make sure all bases are covered.
I and @baelpenrose have taken very few liberties with what this trio is doing, but I want to double-down on his note from the previous chapter: trying this would not only be extremely illegal, but in 2024 it wouldn't even remotely work. Especially not the lien release part: most of those records are digital now, and each bank has maybe four people total with the level of access required to release them. Maybe four.
Cause I am, I am
A little wicked
I am, I am
Hands red, hands red
Just like you said
I am, a little wicked
Valerie Broussard, “A Little Wicked”
After two detours - one to find another thermos, the other to fill both - we managed to make our way to a mall so old and worn-looking that even Spirit Halloween would give it a pass. Nils led us around to a side entrance before holding the door open with a sweeping gesture. I rolled my eyes good naturedly, Bishop groaning behind me as we shouldered past. Pausing to rub the dust from an old map with one sleeve, I found what I was looking for and glanced up. “Please tell me the stairs are in good shape? Best Buy is all the way on the fourth floor.”
“They are, and it is, but we won’t need either.” I suppressed a shiver as he reached past me to tap a location on our same level. “Sears. The television section is down here, and the cable connections are still intact.”
“And we didn’t enter on that side because…?” Bishop asked, seeing how far away it looked on the map.
“Internet is up, power doors are not,” came the dry answer. “And this door was the only one I could get my hands on a key for.”
“How did you - “ I started.
“You don’t want to know, Baklava. Plausible deniability - if anyone gets busted, Nothing did the breaking and entering, we weren’t aware he wasn’t lawfully here.” Hiking his bag further up on his shoulder, Bishop grunted. “Let’s go.”
Walking through the mall gave the eerie impression of being a zombie movie - rustling could be heard constantly, along with voices coming from beyond some of the locked grates covering storefronts. Squatters, I realized. Better use of the space than just leaving it here to rot, I thought approvingly. At least they aren’t freezing to death outside.
“Anyway.” Nils led the way into the employee break room in the Sears, one where he’d clearly helped himself to a few of the beanbags from the small furniture store, and locked the door behind us. “Router is behind the counter. We got wifi, we have a place to sit, we have work to do. Everyone, grab a beanbag or a chair. Local squatters won’t bother us in here - there’s an arrangement. I paid for a generator, they don’t mess with my stuff, and stay out of my way when I need to do a thing.”
I made a mental note to bring food next time, provided I could figure out a way to bring it without Nils or Bishop noticing - last thing I needed was Bishop informing Nils about my stray-cat tendencies. Grabbing a bean bag and an abandoned tray to set my computer on, I nested in and started getting everything connected. Once I was happy with where everything was at, I dug in my bag for some snacks, pulling them out triumphantly before realizing Nils and Bishop were staring at me.
“What? You said we had work to do.”
Nils started snickering. “Not that. Just. Never known anyone who brought chili pistachios to a hack job. That’s all.” He shrugged. “Kind of cool.”
“Creampuff. You and I both know if it was anyone else - like me, or even like Shade, you’d be saying something that would end with everyone either laughing or punching your lights out.” Harvey glanced at him with exasperation.
I offered some of my snack. “Keep the nut jokes to a minimum and I’ll share.”
“Please, Lash. We are not WintermuteWeasel. We come up with classier jokes than that when there is a lady present.” Nils replied, with faux-dignity.
“In that case, I won’t offer you this,” I sighed dramatically, holding up a bag of homemade jerky. “Because god forbid you put my meat in your mouth.”
Bishop leaned past Nils. “I will gladly put your meat and your nuts in my mouth,” he managed to deadpan, making me throw my head back laughing before handing over both pistachios and jerky.
Nils blinked. “Apologies, clearly I misunderstood your sense of humor. My apologies. I’d do this casually, but you now strike me as the type who’d doubtless prefer a bit of begging for the privilege of your tasty, tasty nuts. Please…” He gave me giant puppy dog eyes and fell out of his bean bag chair, doing his best attempt at looking pathetic, not quite topping how he’d looked when bleeding in a torn suit, but much, much funnier.
I surrendered and nodded for Bishop to pass the snacks over. “And don’t worry, I didn’t cook any of these, so they taste really good. Fair warning, the lamb jerky is - “
“Hooooleee crap,” Bishop gasped around a mouthful, grabbing a bottle of water and taking a big swig. “Spicy. Very very spicy. Lots of cilantro spicy, was not prepared.”
“That,” I finished lamely. “So go slow or we’ll never get any work done. Speaking of the Weasel… Any word?”
“Called him, he should be calling back in….” His phone started ringing. “Now. I’ll deal with him, try to keep quiet, both of you. It’s gonna be easier if you two don’t acknowledge that I’m buying for you so he doesn’t hold up the sale for something gross, you know?” He stepped off. “Wintermute, yeah. Best icebreaker. Needs to be less than 30MB. Able to tear through the absolute best encryption out there? Can you do it?”
Something on the other end.
“Need to get a worm and a data bomb through it, and be able to activate the data bomb on the other end after the worm has had time to work. No, you don’t need to know what for. You just need to know the parameters. High end, government encryption. Less than 30MB file size.” Harvey got tense, and began rolling his eyes, held the phone away from his head for a minute. He began doing ducklips - might have picked that up from me.
Eventually he put it back to his head. “Yeah, I get it’ll be expensive. No, no I will not disclose who I’m working with. Cash only payments. Yeah, I can pay that.”
He hung up. “Great. He’ll meet me in a few weeks. He bitched about it, a lot, but after a bit he said he could do it. It’ll ring three thousand. Each of you down to cover a grand?”
I squinted and did some mental math. “Yeah, I can cover that.” I’d have to bite the bullet and work on some more anime commissions, but the money was practically sitting there otherwise. “Richie McWhiteboy, you don’t need to auction off a leather jacket or anything, do you?”
“You know what’s sad? I am so useless in so many ways, but I have the kind of academic credentials where I get paid to research for the university as a grad student as long as I keep helping professors with their research and it covers rent. All my jobs basically just cycle in paying for other jobs and expenses. And I still have money left over to give away. Yeah, I can throw a thousand - probably a little more if it’ll take strain off of you two.”
Bishop winked at me. “Ah, to have rich people problems, right?”
I threw my hands up. “I will totally take financial help in providing snacks and decent coffee. Titties only get me so far.” Belatedly, I realized what I had said and covered my face with both hands. “ART!” I shouted. “ART!”
Nils snickered. “Most artists have drawn big tittied anime girls for money, and most academics who need it have either written Marvel fanfiction for kinks they didn’t want to know about or written someone else’s papers. Don’t think about it too hard.”
Bishop just shook his head as I peeked through my fingers and dragged over a second bean bag to prop his feet on. “Before we get completely derailed by a taco joke, let’s reel it in, children. Our not so friendly neighborhood perv is working on the encryption breaking, do we want to do the worm or databomb first?”
Nils looked to me. “I’d prefer doing the databomb first, since a spore with extra activations is easy enough and just having it done early so all we have left is the hard part means that when we’re done with the hard part we don’t have anything left, but if anyone has any objections to that I’ll hear them?”
“The county records…?” I asked, glancing between the both of them. “You know, the physical liens? With the counties?”
It was completely the opposite of reassuring when Nils went pale and Bishop’s eyes glazed over. With a deadpan, almost contemptuously exhausted tone, Nils grunted, “Fuck. Alright, malware 4 and 5, another encryption breaker, another databomb, let’s go. And find some way of getting those released. And finding which ones we’re looking for…”
“I mean a dial-up bot that just asks after public records isn’t hard, you and I have made like a few dime a dozen ones, that’s easy. Hell, I have a DDoS botnet or two we can repurpose, just collecting dust. Start generating those to get public records on liens, they’re public record. Hard part is the lien releases, that’ll take…some courts and counties take digital copies or faxed copies of the notarized forms, I say we collect the records with that and start sending forged copies out. I mean, we’d need to pay a good forgery guy, but I know one. It takes about thirty days, but we can mill the fucking things once we get all the records and get good fake state seals made.”
“Make sure they are backdated by several months,” I suggested. “Totally Purloined Letter it, act like they’ve had it this entire time and lost their copy. They’ll be too embarrassed to object.”
“Right, add about a month to the process for that and finishing our worm and encryption breaker, county records are easily breakable, we can make our own icebreakers for that but we’re gonna need a lot of computers to launch that many attacks at once…That, plus adequate databombs.”
“Add another twenty five days after we send the fake releases, give time for as many as possible to be recorded,” Bishop added. “They’re less likely to be lumped in with the attack, that way.”
“Okay. That, plus I have to regularly commune with my morons on their “orders” for the “joint operation” about dealing with the “evil shadow government.” Nils sighed. “Okay. We have a lot of work to do but we should be able to manage it. We can’t brag about it after, which kinda sucks because we’re rapidly approaching Inception-timed-to-music levels of bullshit, and if we pull it off any reasonable world would give us bragging rights forever, but there are way worse things.”
“I don’t suppose any of your far right fucknuckle brother uncles are notaries?” I sighed. “We’d never be that lucky.”
“Sadly, no. I do have a relative who is but she’d never get caught up in anything illegal for political reasons, perish the thought,” Nils’ voice took on a note of contempt. “She conveniently forgets that marrying her husband was illegal until around 60 years ago, and that the entire concept of civil disobedience is ‘breaking the law for political reasons’.” He shrugged.
Bishop grunted, snagging a thermos. “Pocket notaries going on Santa’s wishlist in the event we are ever good little boys and girl…. We are now at 55 day lead time, minimum. The thirty days will give us time to come up with hardware without getting too much scrutiny, and we use that time to let bots dig up the information we need on the liens and student debt.” I blinked and he waggled a finger at me. “I didn’t forget that part, don’t worry. Student debt is going to be the least painful, because zero potential damage there, Sallie Mae can just fuck right off.”
He typed for second and tilted his head. “Then we send the faked releases - I don’t know if my guy can do them in bulk, so it would be smart to have a program to mock them up as back-up. Who can code that, because I’ll be too busy.”
I raised my hand. “Digital art en masse is my area of expertise,” I nodded confidently. “I can cobble something together from my animation stuff, no problem.” Would I test it by using it to clear my commissions inbox? Probably, but they didn’t need to know that. I already felt guilty enough about it.
“Okay, so I’ll handle the databombs and the basic icebreakers, Bishop will repurpose his dialup net, and Lash will get the mock-ups ready so we can mill out fake lien releases. I’ll also handle getting the gun nuts ready and primed for when we go. We’ll work together on the worm since that’ll be the hardest part.” Nils was standing, the irritated exhaustion gone, eyes suddenly alight. “We have a little less than two months, and when that’s done, we’ll be paying back the banks for the 2008 crash and all the futures they stole with student loans. And we’ll be stealing a lot of them back. Let’s get to work.”
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Alya With a Chance of Defamation
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Part 1 (here) - Part 2 (Soon)
Summary: Alya Césaire wasn't stupid. As an aspiring journalist, she knew to fact-check, double check, and every other check. She could connect details faster than her phone connects to the school wifi. And while she wore glasses, her eyes are ones of hawk's when spotting holes in a story.
She's also not a suck-up, or too much of a snitch. If something isn't harmful, she's gonna let it slide. What she won't let slide, however, is the deliberate dragging of her best friend's name.
or, Alya isn't as dense as she is in canon
When Lila Rossi first comes to Dupont, stories of travels and claims of connections spilling from her very bangs, involving a certain red and black clad super-heroine, Alya is a bit hind-sighted. Ladybug is not an easy lady to come by to request an interview, and while her partner in crime-fighting was a bit more open to conversations, the looming threat of identities that came in the form of beeping noises often pulled him away before he could share more.
She had many questions. How did they acquire their miraculous jewelry? How many miraculi were out there? Are there other ways besides Ladybug's yoyo and Chat Noir's Cataclysm to terminate akumas and prevent akumatizations? Do they have any leads on Hawkmoth's whereabouts and identity? Will they leave once Hawkmoth is gone?
Marinette had snagged her an interview with the heroine before, but it had been more about her thoughts surrounding her heroism and how the super suit worked.
She is brimming with excitement to question the new student when she remembers one, tiny detail: How could Lila even know Ladybug before coming to Paris?
According to the girl, she first came from Italy before moving here because her parents were important Italian diplomats. Knowing about Ladybug's existence is possible. By this point of time news of the superheroes has become old and accepted as something that just is and another weird thing about France. But how could a girl all the way in Italy personally know a superhero in Paris who most likely, lives in Paris.
Alya won't write it down as fact, but judging from how akuma attacks were always in Paris, whomever had given Ladybug and Chat Noir their miraculi must have given it to people from Paris. If, hypothetically, Ladybug were from Italy, she gets to Paris so fast it's unreal. How do person all the way across the continent hear about an akumatization so fast they get to Paris in around 5 minutes?
She looks beside her, to her best friend, and from the looks of it Marinette is thinking along the same lines. She's wearing a frown and her nose is scrunched in that manner that she only ever does when Chloe is being more irritating than usual.
Something is rotten in the state of Lila Rossi.
Okay, Alya will admit, she- as a little kid, mind you- had lied to her fellow students about whatever was trending being something she followed to sound cool. Everyone at one point lied about something to sound cool in front of their peers. It's a part of the beautiful cycle of life! But this is getting out of hand.
Lying about knowing celebrities is one thing, but making promises about helping her classmates reach their dreams with her "connections" was just mean. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes when Lila had told her about setting her up an appointment with Ladybug for an interview. She politely declined, wrapping her arm around Marinette's shoulder and saying, "Thanks, but there's no need, Lila. Miss Dupain-Cheng over here happens to also be friends with Ladybug. In fact, my blog's most viewed video, an interview with Ladybug, was arranged by her! I think I'm all set."
Marinette gives a small grin and flicks the hand by her shoulder playfully.
Lila's expression falters, her mouth twisting down from her welcoming 'I-can-grant-you-opportunities' smile into a displeased downturn.
Bingo.
She quickly smiles again, and moves to harass Mylene with her actor connections.
Alya is not a genius psychoanalyzing scholar. She's never been too good at reading people, often being labeled a bit naive back in her old school. But she's not stupid, nor is she blind. She saw and she knows.
Fortunately for Lila, she hasn't lied about something stupid and illegal enough that Alya would feel the need to call her out for.
She's lied before, so what if this girl's a little more intense? No harm done. Her friends aren't stupid nor blind either.
As long as no one is getting hurt, who cares if the new girl is trying to show off a bit?
Marinette cares. Marinette cares a lot.
"You do know Ladybug wouldn't publicly have a best friend right?" she squished Alya's cheeks, making her laugh a bit. "That would be dumb, because then the said best friend would be targeted by Hawkmoth and-"
"Babes, relax, I know she's a little bit of a liar," Alya reassures. "Just don't bother with her. Soon enough the hype will die down and she'll realize we're humoring her. You never lied to sound cool before?"
Marinette paused, then seemed to relax, slumping against her. "Oh. Good. Okay, so at least you know."
Alya laughed again.
What was Marinette worried about? Lila's a harmless liar. It'll die down in a few days, probably.
"Marinette, I don't know what rough fight you and Ladybug might have gone through, but that's no excuse to threaten her identity!" Lila exclaimed the very next day to confused but listening class, if only to humor the girl. "Don't you know what could happen if Hawkmoth were to find out?"
Marinette blinked tiredly up at the girl, bags under her eyes and hair askew. "Say that again? My ears are still ringing from that commotion last night."
Yesterday's akuma had been a little boy who loved New Years and was frustrated that the date was taking so long to come. With Hawkmoth being the negativity leech he is, he had turned the boy into Fireworker, who made loud booming noises across Paris that resembled fireworks and shot beautiful lights at the two heroes who tried to get a grasp at what the akuma's object was while trying not to explode in beautiful lights. It had gone until 2 AM, when they realized the boy had actually left the object in his drawer figuring it was the safest place in the world.
Poor Marinette lived in the bakery that was right on the street where the akuma and the heroes were fighting and couldn't sleep with the noise.
Lila flusters, but goes on. "Yesterday! Ladybug told me how selfish you were and wouldn't help with the akuma! Then you threatened her identity after calling her annoying! For sake, the fight was right next to you!"
She expected people from the class to back her up on this, but no one did. They all looked at her like she'd grown two heads, both of which were empty.
Alya is the first to break the awkward silence. "Ladybug avoids asking civilians for help unless she's absolutely desperate. Beside the usual dangers of the akuma last night being destructive to buildings, it was nowhere out of the ordinary and Ladybug and Chat Noir ended up defeating the akuma on their own."
While her classmates back her up, and Lila begins to panic, Marinette is still looking groggy. She looks as if she hadn't heard a word. Alya couldn't blame her, while the Miraculous cure worked wonders to property damage, it didn't really change the effects the akuma had on people.
Encouraging Marinette to sleep, she silently fumed. She hadn't cared for Lila's lies at first. Everyone lies sometimes, after all. But this was deliberate. Trying to slander her best friend of all people?
Lila forgets, Alya is a journalist. And she knows a thing or two about bringing someone down with words.
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A few minutes more (pt5)
Synopsis: You and Carlos had crossed paths more than you thought was possible over a short weekend but time was not on your side. A love story that’s about the slow burn and companionship built connection, and how sometimes right place wrong time is the best of the available options
Author Note: I wanted a fluff story to read so decided to write one for myself. So this story will be split between POV and time jumps as they are my favourite to read. The plan is for this to be very slow paced, so if you’re reading this, considered yourself warned that this will not have a quick conclusion.
Length:~2.7k
Warning: Still slow, filler chapter? Planes?
Link to Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 6, Part 7
Part 5
The flight to Singapore felt quick, maybe it was because you knew that you were almost half way home with the next flight much shorter only about 5 or so hours; maybe it was from your layover in Amsterdam and talking to someone who you had connected so well with on that night in October. You weren’t going to admit to yourself which one it was, at least not so blatantly to yourself just yet, but lets just say but you usually were not this energised after being squished in between two snoring people in a metal box hovering in the air for half a day. Over the PA system the announcement that you were descending into Singapore was made, signalling that you only had an hr left to go before your connecting flight. The screens lit up with a loop of transfer flights showing on the screens, you looking to see which gate your connection was scheduled to depart at, which you started to make your way to as your disembarked, following by a few other disgruntled looking passengers obviously on the same one. Unlike your previous stop, you arrived at the gate with plenty of time, well at least 30 mins before you could board which you took the opportunity to switch back on your phone.
Connecting your headphones, you switched back on your music, before typing out a message to your sister who was going to pick you up when you landed. With the airport wifi finally connected, your phone slowly came back to life, notifications trickling through after your time spent in the air. Majority of these were work emails, and you realised because you ended up spending most of your time with Carlos you hadn’t turned on your out of office before getting on your flight. Clearing out those outlook notifications, should have given you a notification free phone, but there were a few from WhatsApp and a few from Instagram. It appears that while you were in the air that Carlos had killed the rest of his time before going to Mexico doing a deep dive of your account.
First up were the insta likes, nothing too unexpected considering your most recent photo posted was from the event that you had met him at. He had liked that picture as well as the song recommendation that you had posted before it. Once again, nothing strange there as music is the best way to connect to others if you don’t have the right words to express your emotions. The surprising one however were the string of likes from photos that were a few years old. One of them from when you had moved overseas, a couple from when you were on holidays with your friends and some dating right back to the beginning of your profile when you were still at uni.
Well, you thought, at least you don’t need to be worried about scrolling and accidentally liking his posts, he seems to have done that to you and intentionally. It was refreshing to see that he wasn’t bothered by the stigma that is attached to old posts, you’ve never been bothered by it, as wasn’t that the point of posting on a social media platform. In your opinion if there is a picture on your profile, giving your permission for it to be viewed, it can be liked, regardless of if it was when it was posted for 5 years ago, it’s still there for viewing. The photos that he had liked didn’t seem to be random. They were from the stories you had shared with him which he evidently did remember and wanted to make it clear he was listening as you had told them. The final instagram notification was a message from him where he had shared back to you a picture of you and one of your friends. It was her 21st birthday which you had captioned at the time “21 years your bestie”. Carlos had worked out this was the friend you had your falling out and had sent this pic to you with a heart followed by, “and she helped you become the person you are today”. You hadn’t thought it was obvious, but scrolling quickly through your page you saw that she was the only one your pictures that weren’t your family or a group of friends. Damn, Carlos had a keen eye.
Before addressing Carlos’ other messages you clicked on his profile, having enough time to look through the collection of pictures this time instead of running to board your flight. Despite his profile not having a picture or a description, his page seemed to reflect a similar lifestyle to yours. Much of his time spent with friends and family, with every photo practically located either on a beach, on the open water or with the sun visibly shining in the corner of the frame. Carlos had talked about being Spanish, and he did speak with a small lilt, however you didn’t think much of it when you were with him. Most of your time was focusing on his stories and not the accent they were told in. You realised though going through his page that every caption was in Spanish as well as comments, not a single word in English.
Damn, there goes that idea of trying to find more out from what his friends had said. You only spoke English, a by-product of the Australian schooling system, you could barely speak your own language let alone fathom another. You made a note to mention it to Carlos to go through where each of his holidays and who was who in the pictures. You shared a like on his most recent pic in the Netherlands, as well as one from his family trip to Mexico at this time last year. You looked up from your phone and saw that people are started to mill around the boarding gate. You turned down the volume of your music and heard over the speaker system that they were starting boarding with priority and a range of seat numbers first. Your row was not in that list so you remained seated, telling yourself that once you open the messages you’ll get ready to board, knowing that this flight wasn’t too full based on those around you waiting with a smattering of empty seats between them all.
6 messages were sitting unopened. The first few were in response to what you had sent while in Europe but not received until you had landed. The first was audio asking you to let him know when you had landed. The next 5 were from him about his own flight. He had taken your request literally, sending you a photo log of each leg of his journey and not just when he arrived. He had sent you pictures of the queue while boarding, the empty seat next to him, a picture of the open ocean with an edge of a beach in sight as his flight was descending and finally another low angle selfie showing him outside in some blaring sun with a thumbs up and sunglasses on. The last one he had followed up and captioned it “made it in one piece”. You couldn’t help but smile stupidly at your phone at the selfie. You returned the favour and shot a selfie of you seated at the gate; headphones on, travel pillow buckled around your neck snuggly against shoulders, eyes crinkled to accompany your toothy grin. Before you could dwell on how tired you looked you hit send, keeping in line with his selfie, even if you think he pulled off a long haul flight looking a lot less worse for wear than you had.
The queue had dropped back to only a few people with most people already boarded the plane. You gathered your backpack and boarding pass and made your way to your row, well and truly ready to start the last flight home. You settled yourself down, phone already on aeroplane mode and eye mask in hand ready to snooze upright if you needed to. This time more luck was on your side with no one sharing the row giving you all the space to lie across the four seats instead of trying to sleep vertical.
You didn’t look to check what time it was in Mexico, but you weren’t expecting a response as quickly as you had received one. Carlos’ phone lit up while he was laying by the pool in the villa his family was had rented for the trip. Seeing the screen illuminate, Carlos practically jumped from his seat as if he had been shocked, physically standing up to pick the phone up, hoping that it was you who had messaged him.
He typed back a quick response, hit send and started to type out a longer one. He stopped mid-sentence, deleted his paragraph and decided to hit call instead. He knew you were at the airport so you should have time to talk, he had looked up the time it would be in Singapore, seeing it wasn’t too late he tried to call, it going unanswered twice. Carlos’s hopes dropped a little, disappointed you had ignored him, putting it down to you not wanting to talk before your flight. Carlos however had jumped to the wrong conclusion, you very much would have answered the phone, however after your boarding pass was scanned in, you had already turned your phone off, as you didn’t think there was any chance of Carlos replying soon, let alone instantaneously which he had tried.
He realised that the missed calls didn’t connect through as delivered, meaning you were back in the air. He put his phone down dejectedly and went back to staring out at the pool. He picked up his phone once more to check what the flight time would be and upon seeing it was 5 hrs, Carlos knew he had to distract himself, even though it was his first day of his family trip, he knew that unless was physically doing something with others or a task that would be difficult with his phone in hand, he’d be sitting down all day just staring at it to light up with your name. Can’t wait for a text on a jet ski Carlos thought, so he walked back into the villa to find his dad and see if he would be up for going around the bay with him for the afternoon. His dad never passed up an opportunity to spend time with his son, considering how when he was younger Carlos Sr was away most of his son’s childhood doing his own racing. Seeing his son travel across the world for F1 made him reflect on how much he had grown up, how much he had missed seeing as well as his own time in his twenties and how at Carlos’s age, he was already married and had their eldest child. Carlos Sr agreed to help his son start getting the jet-ski’s prepared while Carlos Jr found himself thinking if you had ever jet skied or not.
This leg of the trip you had managed to sleep better than the long haul. Spreading out across 4 seats had felt like a cheater’s version of business, telling yourself next time you go on a long flight to save up and see if you could swing a reclining seat, first class was out of the question but surely you could squeeze in business for one of the legs or maybe premium economy. Stretching and then moving to sit upright in your seat, you saw that the other passengers were waking up slowly too, the lights from the windows removing their automatic dim, letting in the early morning sunshine into the cabin. You had missed this. Sure the UK had summer, where the sun made an appearance every few weeks, but nothing tugged at your heartstrings like the biting Australian heat and sun. You were a summer person through and through, which definitely didn’t help you trying to beat you SADs this year. Seeing the morning sun and catching a glimpse of the ocean and rural coastline through one of the windows at the end of your row meant that you were close to landing, the pilot coming over the sound system confirming your expected landing time at your destination. Although the warmth of the cabin was welcome, you felt exceptionally sticky, irritable and groggy. The leggings and hoodie had been a great idea when leaving Europe but in Australia you were dressed for completely the wrong season. You realised as well that the shirt underneath Carlos’ jumper was also long-sleeved which would not help you feel any cooler once you had landed. You wondered if your sister would be ok with driving you home with you sitting in just your bra and leggings.
You flicked your phone back on, seeing if you had reception at this altitude, which you did not. Regardless, you typed out a message to your sister who would be picking you up , hitting send so that once closer to the airport it would deliver.
Once disembarked from the plane, you made your way through to customs, with your phone now again, coming to life. Your sister had got your message and would be waiting for you at arrivals. You also saw you had two missed calls and messages from Carlos, checking the time of them you thought it must have been just before your flight took off. Snapping back a pic of the queue at customs, you let Carlos know you had landed safe and that you planned on sleeping when you got home to get through the jet lag if your sister could hold off chatting for long enough. Phone back in pocket you progressed through customs, collected your bags and made your way through to the arrival hall. First person out of the archway was your sister, standing as close as she physically could without jumping the barricade to the arrivals.
“Y/N” she shouted, just in case you had missed her, which no-one arriving could of as she was waving her arms obnoxiously, letting everyone else know that she missed her loved one more than all of them combined. You jogged the small distance between you, as fast as the heavy suitcase rolling behind you would allow. You embraced her as tightly as you could her commenting in your ear ”Urgh you smell like plane, lucky I love you and have air freshener in the car” You laughed at her comment but the chuckle caught midway through you throat. You knew you had missed her this past 6 months, but you didn’t think it was enough to start crying in public which you had. You tried to stifle the happy sob in her shirt, but the thin white cotton did nothing to stop the sound escaping.
“I know you missed me but no need to get tears all over me! If I wanted a shower I’d have one at home, I don’t need your tears to do that!” she teased, but you heard the emotion in her voice. Sensing she had her own tears stuck in her throat, you made to pull away but she just pulled you in closer in order to mask her own emotions of having her best friend in her arms again. You finally managed to pull out from her grasp and with one of your hands wiped the last of your tears from your cheek but promptly wiping them on your sisters shirt loosely hanging off her broad shoulders. The loving smile finally dropping from her face before replaced with the threat of “Alright back on the plane you go, I forgot how annoying you are, I want to swap with someone else” . Empty threat be as it may, she grabbed your suitcase and you both made your way out of the airport finally on your way home.
Link to Part 6
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I don’t normally post things on here, but since I know some folks get worried about a lack of activity from me, I just wanted to let y’all know I’m going to be…busy for the next week or two thanks to the ransomware attack on Hillcrest systems across the nation, whom I work for as a scribe.
Everything is on lockdown electronically which makes everything actually hell. Patient’s safety is at risk in more ways than one and that asshole hacker is making already overworked and underpaid medical staff EVEN MORE overwhelmed. I’m so fucking mad. Why can’t this shit happen to some big mega billionaire corporation? Why healthcare? This country’s system is rough enough on both patients and healthcare workers as is, why make it worse for everyone?!
Can’t order medications without manually writing out each and every one of them and faxing them, can’t order labwork or imaging or make referrals without manually writing each and every one them out and faxing them, we can’t even chart (not like I have time to with my doctor’s style) so I’m just scribbling down changes so I can make proper charts later once this whole mess has been taken care of. Essentially triple the work with no additional pay for it.
On top of it EVERYONE is scared about how the system was breached. Even I am, and I don’t go freaking anywhere with my laptop. Delilah stays at home where she’s hooked up to a password protected wifi and has an absolute tank of an antivirus software that makes her lag for 3 hours. I don’t hardly ever check my email let alone open any new mail. I rarely ever use Delilah to even browse here! I use my phone! But you never know until the source has been traced! It could be anyone, which means could be you, and my anxious butt REALLY doesn’t like that.
And these are just my gripes as a paranoid, overwhelmed, crybaby $10-12/hr scribe (idk if I ever got that $2 raise) with just the added work, but it makes me incredibly upset and stressed about how this will effect our patients. Most of my clinic’s patients are elderly and have problem lists and medication sheets a mile long. Our ERs and hospitals have to divert patients to other hospitals. People are going to die from this ransomware attack on our system. These kinds of delays will kill someone and it’s just heart dropping.
Like, healthcare having shitty overwhelming work hours is essentially part of the territory of working in healthcare. You go home tired and feeling like shit but are happy to know that your 99 year old patient is still kicking and lively and has all their marbles to have enjoyed their golden years and probably a few more to go. But having someone outside of our system disrupt our ability to deliver proper care to patients is just…it’s rough.
I know I’m only a scribe, but I’m my old doctor’s eyes and hands, I make the prescriptions and labs and referrals on his behalf; I’m working with his nurse on what diagnoses codes we need to work with to help insurance be more willing to cover for procedures; they feel like my patients too… It’s… distressing… Knowing all we can do is just hang on and try our best… I just hope it’s enough. I hope it’s only a week. Just a week. God I hope it’ll only last a week.
Anyway, if I suddenly cease any activity over the next 2 week, I’m not dead. I just will be wishing I was while attempting to keep this computer-less system somewhat working or at least organized until the computer system is back.
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im having what may be the worst week in my whole 20 years on this earth, so here's a few byler thoughts i commented on someone's post and thought deserved their own post!!! if i got some things wrong, sorry im extremely mentally drained and my wifi literally stopped working halfway through this <3 feel free to correct me or join me in my delusion in the comments/tags/asks/dms though!!!! i need a distraction desperately so don't hesitate to interact!!!!
without further ado, here it is:
why the "i told you, joyce has this telemarketer job. mike won't stop whining about it" line is definitely about will, as evidenced by literally what the show tells us.
it's not exactly clear when watching season 3 what el's status is with the us govt following its finale. she's searched for throughout seasons 1, 2 and 3, but it's clear she was discovered following her role in fighting the spider monster and stopping the soviets. it's assumed some sort of deal is made following the battle of starcourt, allowing el to live as a normal teenager after the byers family relocates to california — dr. owens is said to help them settle in lenora, in a house they most likely wouldn't be able to afford without help.
i've seen points made for both will and el being primary reasons for the byers family leaving. will, obviously traumatised by the upside down and thus the whole town of hawkins, most likely wouldn't stand to stay there much longer without his mental health deteriorating. el is very much the same — the lab, upside down, the mall where she lost her dad are still fresh in her mind.
however, we also later find out about an apparent divide between the government and hawkins national lab, namely dr. owens and brenner. we learn that el is indeed still a fugitive, and she is still actively being searched for by authorities. that's the real reason for the move.
we've finally arrived at our point — letters, calls, and how mike kept in touch with both el and will.
in seasons 1-4 we are shown numerous times that phones are not to be trusted, and that phone lines are not safe. we know the people who were initially wiretapping hopper's and joyce's phones are the same people who then helped them escape, but after season 3 (timeline wise) and season 4 (when we are shown), this changes. dr. owens and brenner are no longer working with the government, instead operating in secret, meaning the means of communication they used to once take advantage of is no longer viable for el.
although this is only speculation on my part, i would venture to say it's pretty obvious.
government taps phones, it's a thing they do —» can no longer trust government —» knowing they tap phones, you shouldn't use them anymore.
this, however, isn't speculation: el is never mentioned in association with calls, only letters. season 4 opens with a letter from el to mike being read out, when she and mike fight she pulls out a stack of letters to prove he can't write that he loves her, and finally, will's line at the rinkomania:
"you've called maybe a couple of times. it's been a year, mike. meanwhile el has like, a book of letters from you."
will thinks mike is no longer interested in whatever he has to say because mike only called a handful of times within the timespan of a year (actually closer to 8 months, but...). he also pairs that sentiment with the fact that mike does keep in touch with el, exchanging letters regularly.
letters, because of the phone lines not being secure, are an El Thing™. we can gather from this line that calls are a Will Thing™, or at least they used to be before joyce got that telemarketing job (the timeline of which is unclear, honestly, given how the last letter el sends to mike in march mentions the job as though it was a new development, which does nothing to explain why mike failed to stay in touch with will since october. but that's another can of worms we don't have time to unpack now. my bet is on internalised homophobia btw).
thus, the line about mike whining about joyce's job? he regrets not being able to talk to will.
bonus: why doesn't mike want to write will letters, too?
i'd bet on a mix of the fanfiction staple aka "i couldn't write because i would constantly pour too much heart onto paper and/or sign the letter as love, mike" and (arguably more plausible) mike finding will's voice comforting.
i mean, come on, their whole thing is being afraid of losing each other. season 1 and 2 are literally about mike losing will and trying to get him back, first physically then mentally. season 3 is mike losing will metaphorically, growing apart because of his actions. in season 4 they acknowledge this — will saying he'd prefer to rip off the bandaid if he were to lose mike, and mike recognising that he lost will because he worried too much about el.
i feel like after all of this, ESPECIALLY seasons 1 and 2, it would be comforting to mike to actually hear will and know that he's safe and sound. if your best friend disappears for days and his voice is the only thing giving you hope about him being alive, i think it's understandable to prefer being able to hear him when he's gone from sight.
i keep imagining season 1 mike calling out to will on the walkie talkie, and can't help but think letters simply wouldn't cut it for them.
#byler#miwi#wiseheart#st#stranger things#st4#stranger things 4#byler analysis#will byers#mike wheeler#don't let this flop begging#byler tumblr#byler endgame#mike wheeler i know what you are
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Have you posted your 🌟Foster Ford AU🌟 on Ao3?
Absolutely love you fic by the way! 💕 As soon as I found out about it I ended up reading your whole foster ford au tag until 2 am😅
(I like to download fanfiction through ao3 cause where I live we only have wifi for another month or two, and I'd love to be able to add your au to my collection)
Aw, thank you, I'm glad you like it so much!
No, I don't have it on AO3 quite yet. I'm not ready to start yet another multichap, and the way I post on here, with jumping around the timeline, wouldn't work out well there I think.
I am gradually writing more and more of the AU, though, so once I have most of it, or at least the beginning parts, written up, I'll start cross-posting on AO3. Because it's gotten enough traction here that I want to put it on AO3 too at some point.
But I'm not quite there yet. There's too much beginning stuff I have yet to write.
#sorry! this happens v often with me#I come up with AUs and just post stuff on here than AO3#Foster Ford AU#ask#Anonymous
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Sometimes you can't
win for losing. My apartment complex (assisted housing) recently dropped its lease with Spectrum to get some other internet, but I chose to keep Spectrum since I like the organization, and my internet and Wifi and landline phone are all connected to it. But when I got my first bill, it was $184.00, which I can hardly afford on my social security, so I called and dropped the entertainment package. It brought my bill down to $115.00, but then I discovered that cut out my TCM (I love the old movies). So I signed up for it again, and that is when I learned that I had basically put me into another entertainment package. Since I like ESPN, I need to keep it. That makes my present costs $157.00.
So today I decided on Spectrum free movies to watch Dark Winds. When I clicked on it, I found out I have to pay for each individual episode. I have not looked to see how much that was going to cost me. I cannot pay for it yet until I get another socsec payment on the 3rd. Oh no!!!!
Anyway, I have to find out how much it will cost me. That is because in reading a write-up about it that it was based on the John Hillerman books, mysteries about the Navajo (Dineh, the Navajo word for The People, and which is how they identify with. I have always adored the Navajo (Dineh), and had the privilege of meeting a few when I was living in Vegas. I have also read almost all of the Hillerman books. I was able to watch a documentary about the series.
The actors who play most of the Navajo police force have facial hair. The Dineh do not have facial hair. So they have had to shave their faces to play Jim Leaphorn, Chee,Dand several other characters. But otherwise, they are true to the characters. Since I have not had a chance to watch any of the 14 episodes (2 seasons so far), I do not yet know how well they follow the books. But they are shooting the series in Navajo Nation, including a lot of shots of Shiprock (Tse bida'ki = The Winged Rock). Their legend has it that the Dineh lived on a lower level of Earth, and were in wars with other Native American tribes, so they climbed up a plants, got up on Tse bida'ki, and flew to New Mexico). It is a sacred monument in Monument. Valley (the part in New Mexico). It represents a big bird, its sacred colours are red, black, white, and yellow, it's rocks are jet, turquoise, and a couple of other stones related to the red, white and yellow - look it up on Google - just type in Shiprock.. Fascinating information.
The actors spoke about having to learn the Navajo language, and they used a lot of the Dineh folks as extras, who speak the language. I once had a dictionary of the Navajo language, but returned it to the organization who have offices on Navajo Nation. It was a rather rare book.
So I will be getting the series Dark Wind as soon as I can afford to pay for it. And have to wonder if I am going to be bringing back the high costs of watching it. I guess I am going to have to stop ordering a lot of stuff from Amazon, although with my scooter having limited places to carry stuff, I buy a lot of my foods from Amazon, which means I get it delivered instead of having to carry it hope from the grocery store.
As I said, you sometimes cannot win for losing.
Carol
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September 10: Scream VI Pt. 1
[This is from 2 days go because my power went out Sunday night.]
Writing this in the dark because my power is out. My power almost never goes out here, which tells me how bad this storm is. It should be done by tomorrow morning, though, which I guess is good.
I was watching Scream VI and I only have about 10 minutes left, but that’s not going to be possible without power or wifi, so I’ll have to finish tomorrow. A few thoughts on what I did see (very few since my computer battery sucks and I don’t know how long I have to write here):
It’s definitely better than Scream V. Too long—I really don’t think any slasher needs to clock more than an hour 45 minutes—but consistently entertaining with very good set pieces and a strong set of new characters. This is probably the only scream movies I’ve seen that legitimately scared me in parts. And it actually managed to get real humor in there, which, as I’ve mentioned, I think many of the installments struggle with. I think moving to NYC was a smart move, not dissimilar to moving Halloween H20 to California: the core franchise elements stand out more when you see them still working in a different environment.
My favorite scenes were the attack in the apartment—even though I was said to think I was seeing Quinn go, because I liked her a lot, and the death of Mindy’s girlfriend was pretty upsetting, more sad than scary at the end—and the scenes on the subway. The apartment attack was well put together, had a great mix of comedy—and comedy from something other than meta, but from the juxtaposition of the group camaraderie and the scariness of Ghostface—and horror, and was, as I said, actually truly scary to me. I’m afraid of heights so watching them have to cross a ladder to safety over a tall drop was very, very nail-biting stuff. Similarly, the subway scene made such good use of the new setting. Being stuck in a subway car with absolutely no way out between stops is very unnerving, and the number of people can be blessing or curse very easily. All the different horror franchise homages in the background costumes was Scream at its best: meta and spooky at once.
This film rectified one of my biggest issues with Scream V, which is that it should have just been a reboot and its original characters really just dragged the story down. It tried to be too many things at once, and it didn’t trust its new cast enough to let them shine. But the thing is that they are a good cast! They are good characters! I am invested in the “Core Four” and their new little friends filled in the suspect/victim seats well. This film didn’t need Sydney, and Gayle’s role was fine and a good size. I’m still mad that they killed Dewey, but at least without him, Gayle is freed up to be more nefarious. Still, she didn’t do that much in this, ultimately. It was a glorified cameo but she got some good lines and good moments, and I’m fine with that. Same with Kirby: I really liked that they brought her back, connecting the original trilogy with the Scream IV bridge, and the new trilogy. Small scenes like her and Mindy talking about scary movies made the film… warm, something I could feel affection towards. And I think for the most part, the movie understood that. Not actually killing off either of the twins, for example (I looked up spoilers), or Gayle, not actually having Kirby be the killer: these were feel-good choices, about crafting a franchise you want to come back to because you want to be with the characters again, not because you want to see the next big twist. It makes me feel hopeful for Scream VII.
The twins really came into their own in this movie. I liked the Chad/Tara romance and Mindy I thought hit a better, more consistent footing than in the previous film, where I wanted to like her more than I did.
I’m glad I took a break before watching this but I’m also glad I saw it. It left a much better taste than Scream V. I would say my rankings are Scream (1996), Scream IV, Scream VI, Screams 2 and 3 (I feel like they’re roughly equal) and Scream V.
Okay, my computer is at 55% which means it will fade FAST. Gotta save everything and power down. I’ve never lost power for this long before so I’m a tad worried but I guess it won’t matter if I’m asleep—which I should be anyway.
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Rabbit Downtimes, Part 1
(I was in a Mage: the Awakening game recently where you could write downtime actions for XP. I enjoyed writing them so I thought I'd post them here. I played an internet obsessed Acanthus named Rabbit.)
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Rabbit slid the key card into the electronic lock of his hotel room and stepped inside, flicking on the lights. He probably could have afforded a nicer place, but his employers at the Internet Archive were footing the bill for this extended stay hotel because he’d successfully pitched the idea for a series of blog posts about celebrities and the internet. He didn’t expect it would be much more difficult to sell them on the idea to make this position permanent.
He wheeled his luggage over to the large bed and unentangled himself from his laptop bag, setting it on the floor, before flopping onto the bed and letting out a sigh. He’d gotten up at five this morning to make the drive down from San Francisco and hadn’t faced much traffic thanks to the influence of a little time magic. He pulled out his smart phone and checked his calendar again - he still had several hours before his meeting with a member of the local Assembly. He’d heard the local Awakened political scene was complex, and didn’t want to get off on the wrong foot. He had to assume they wouldn’t have let him come all this way just to tell him to turn around and leave, so he decided to be proactive and look for a permanent place to stay.
Rabbit sat up on the bed and reached into his laptop bag and removed his computer, scooted back to rest against the headboard and opened up the device. Looking for a place in the normal manner wouldn’t do much good - house listings didn’t include stuff like resonance and ley line configuration, so he would ask for fate to intervene and give him a sign. He casually spun the tablet stylus that was his dedicated magical tool between his fingers as he typed in the hotel’s wifi password and opened up Wikipedia.
He focused intensely on his need for a place that was secure, located near things that would be interesting. A snug little burrow for a rabbit. He formed the imago for Serendipity in his mind and tapped the ‘Random Article’ link on the website. The page for a TV show from the early 1960’s called 77 Sunset Strip loaded. He’d never heard of the show before, and couldn’t fathom how it would lead to his new home and sanctum, but he was confident that if he pulled on this thread, eventually that mystery would unravel.
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Rabbit carefully parked his Volkswagen across the street from the address he had been given for his meeting with a representative from the local Assembly. The street view for this whole avenue had been unavailable, but he probably should have expected that the old fashioned ticket he’d been given back in San Francisco would correspond to a movie theater with a similar pedigree. He took a moment to admire the building from his car; it was a beautiful construction in the art deco style, in crimson with bronze geometric detailing. A huge neon sign thrust up above the marquee and ticket booth, spelling out “The Gates”, though the sign wasn’t lit in the mid afternoon California sunshine.
Rabbit palmed the ticket in his pocket to make sure it was still there and then got out of his car. It was the kind of spring afternoon that reminded you that the summer was on its way, and there were people out on the street, though none of them seemed to be particularly interested in Rabbit or the theater. As he got closer, he could read the marquee, which read “Private Viewing Only - Inquire at Booth” and make out that there was someone inside the ticket booth reading a book. He was a big man, broad and thick with muscle, and he looked up from his book once Rabbit reached the window; Rabbit was close enough now to see that it was a book of jokes.
“Do you have a ticket?”
“Yes.” Rabbit put on his most placating smile and slid the ticket through the gap in the glass. He felt the brush of cool night air against his skin despite the warm stillness of the afternoon as this unknown man inspected the ticket with some kind of supernatural power. While he waited for verification, Rabbit glanced at the board listing the movie times and was taken a bit aback, though he managed to control his reaction. He spoke hesitantly.
“Should I be worried that all y’all are showing today is ‘Who Framed Roger Rabbit’?”
The man looked up from his inspection, at first confused and then crestfallen when he saw that Rabbit had noticed the movie listings.
“It’s not funny?”
“The movie?”
“Yes. No. I mean… that was intended to be a little joke. Since, you see, it’s got a rabbit and a detective. I never get these things right.”
Rabbit took pity on the poor man, “It is a little funny, once you look past the threatening nature of the title. It’s one of my favorites, too."
The man smiled gratefully, “I’m Jason, Bogart is expecting you. They should be waiting in the lounge.”
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“You can see why I was a little nervous when I saw which film was being shown today.”
Rabbit gestured towards the movie screen, where Who Framed Roger Rabbit was playing despite the sound being turned off and the house lights being up. Rabbit knew this particular scene by heart - Roger was explaining that he couldn’t have slipped out of the handcuffs that had been an obstacle for the past several minutes of the film until it was funny to do so.
Rabbit hoped that his explanation for his not entirely voluntary departure from the San Francisco Assembly was found to be more acceptable to Bogart than his cartoon counterpart’s was to Eddie Valiant.
“That was just Jason trying to be funny - he has to work at it. The events you outlined to me were corroborated by our communications with Miranda and will remain between you, me, The Dame and the Strategos. Hywel Adkins feels that while you’re not entirely blameless for what transpired, there’s no need to enforce any personal vendetta against you. A fresh start, for a promising young mage.” Bogart’s voice was rich and smooth, not at all like you’d expect for someone whose magical identity emulated a noir detective. They smiled, and their teeth were bright against their dark skin.
Rabbit relaxed the grip he’d had on the plush red fabric covering the arm of the theater seat he was in and smiled back.
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“There's a question you’re avoiding, I can tell.”
Bogart’s tone wasn’t accusatory, but Rabbit smiled ruefully. The formal interview part of their conversation had been over for about half an hour, and Rabbit had been enjoying their conversation about Bogart’s column. The members of Dramatis Personae all drew inspiration from television and movies to form their Shadow Name and magical praxis. Bogart was a hardboiled detective in the classic style, and Jason from the ticket booth tapped the well of slasher films. The results of his spell earlier today had indicated that a detective show from the 1950’s would lead him to the right sanctum for him, and Rabbit thought meeting Bogart could be how.
“I asked Fate for guidance about finding a good sanctum - Serendipity style - and I think you might be able to help me follow the next thread. I didn’t want to assume that just because you’re a detective you’d know something about an old detective TV show.”
Bogart gave a hum of consideration, running their finger across their bottom lip. Then they smiled.
“I’ll take the case. Those were an obsession of mine even before I awakened.”
“So, the show is called 77 Sunset Strip, and I…” Rabbit trailed off when he saw Bogart’s reaction - they stiffened suddenly and frowned seriously.
“What is it?”
Bogart looked away and waited a beat before they spoke,
“I’m very familiar with the show. It also happens that there is an item in the lorehouse related to it. You’ve got enough standing to request access, but I’m not sure I would if I were you.”
“Why, what’s the problem?”
“The item in the lorehouse is a script for an episode of the show that was never filmed - it’s titled ‘The White Rabbit Caper’. It’s in the lorehouse because it was written by a mage during their awakening mystery play.”
Rabbit felt a rush of excitement when he heard the name of the script; that seemed like exactly the kind of thing that he was looking for, but Rabbit knew of a couple of obvious reasons why this could be a dangerous thing. He wasn’t sure which flavor of bad he’d prefer but he knew that the Seers of the Throne held sway over Hollywood.
“Was he a Seer?”
“Banisher.”
“Shit.”
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Rabbit was relaxing in his hotel room, scrolling through social media when his phone rang. He checked it and saw that it was Miranda calling him. She had been the one he was closest to in his column back in San Francisco. It had been a large group organized by the Assembly, sort of a home for mages who hadn't found their real place in mage society yet. It was a loose confederation, but his friendship with Miranda had been real. They had talked about finding likeminded mages and making a column or cabal of their own, before events had shuffled Rabbit off to LA. He answered the phone.
"Miss me already?" he asked.
"No. I mean - Yes, of course but that isn't why I'm calling. Guess what happened."
Rabbit had a pretty good idea, but he didn't want to preempt his friend's good news. "Someone suggested perfecting the Golden Gate bridge again?"
"No, don't be silly. Estoc finally made her move. We're dating." Estoc was an Arrow Moros and she and Miranda had been dancing around each other for months. When Rabbit had talked to her last, there had been some rather pointed questions about Miranda he'd been all too happy to answer.
"Congratulations! Glad to see you're not tainted by association with me so badly that it'd get in the way of that."
"Oh, she knows what really happened. I'm not gonna pretend like you're completely to blame no matter what the Syndics say."
"Miranda, we talked about this..."
"Bud. Hierarchy fosters the lie and democracy seeks the truth. You know this. I'm not going to fall in line just because they seem to think that their egos are more important than that."
Rabbit was quiet for a long moment, and then said softly, "Thanks."
"You did have a little bit of a hand in things though. Hertz walked in on our first kiss."
"You don't know that was my nimbus' fault." His connection to Arcadia made it so that for people close to him, events arranged themselves to be more dramatically appropriate.
"He was wearing the shirt I gave him for our anniversary and spilled his drink all over himself. It's ruined."
"I'm not sure if I should apologize or say you're welcome."
"Fuck Hertz. Who keeps their anniversary gift and wears it around their ex?"
"I told you that dating within the Column was a bad idea."
"Yeah, yeah. So, how is LA?"
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1. My mother makes me watch her take a bath every evening because she is afraid of falling (she is able bodied, this is not a real concern)
2. My mother does not let me go to my aunt’s house (even though I have a car) because she claims I do not love her any more.
3. My mother considers my part time job “not a real job” even though it’s in the field I studied and even though the market is shitty and this is the only job available.
4. My mother wants me to train her dog, and gets mad if she has to train it.
5. My mother makes comments about how at her age she wore a size 00 (I am almost eight inches taller and a size 16) and how I should lose weight, and then always says it’s a reflection on herself and not me.
6. My mother has raised my sister to yell at me the way she yells at me, and discourages any real relationship between the two of us.
7. My mother takes my phone away when she gets mad at me by ripping it out of my hands.
8. My mother has given me CPTSD yet pity posts on Facebook about how she suffers from the same ailment and is growing from it.
9. My mother twists stories in her head until I look like the bad guy. My phone (a phone that is three years old and once was hers) is not working unless it’s on wifi and even after I showed it to her, she claimed that I was lying and just didn’t want to spend time with her.
10. My mother claims I have bedbugs in my room because it is a mess. (It is a mess because she ripped the doors off my closet in a anger fueled rage and then told me it was my responsibility to fix them)
11. My mother only ever wants to talk about her workday, and when I try to talk about mine she gets angry.
12. My mother claims everyone must walk on eggshells around me even though I sit quietly in my room and do nothing most of the time because she judges me if I go anywhere.
13. My mother has admitted to trying to replace me with a student she favors because “I don’t love her anymore”
14. My mother has made the holidays (once my favorite thing) unbearable as she spews all her anger on me.
15. My mother has BPD and has pushed all her friends away and is now using those tactics on me.
16. My mother claims that I no longer wish to hand out with her unless she is spending money on me even though I have been paying for my own incidental purchases for three years now.
17. My mother gets mad at me for writing on my computer/phone/journals because she claims, “I was an English major and never get to write in my free time, so why should you?”
18. My mother hijacked a trip my friends and I were taking into the city and came along with us, turning it into my “graduation present”. While I did have fun with her that day, I know I would have had fun with my friends too.
19. My mother told me that my act of “teenage rebellion” was watching Doctor Who from the ages of 15-17 because she hated that show because her older brother watched it. I only watched it because I found it interesting, and now no longer tell her about anything I watch on television/movies.
20. In regards to that, my mother gets mad when I finally express my interests because she says that I do not share them with her ever.
21. My mother assumes my father and I are “in love” and that I am his “second wife/real wife” because he is not paralyzed to talk to me and we have a good relationship .
22. In regards to that, my mother does not know that my father and I have been hanging out every Friday.
23. My mother claims I am addicted to my phone because I use it to; stream tv, listen to music, listen to podcasts, read, write, work, answer emails, catch up with my friends, play games, and text even though she sits on her ass from 3pm to 11pm and watches the same four shows in reruns.
24. My mother got mad at me when my phone bluetooth plays my text message sounds because I should know better. ( I do not control when people text me)
25. My mother claims that she would love me “if I was gay” while saying/acting homophobic. She does not know that I am in fact bisexual.
26. My mother gives my sister all the love she used to give me, and it pains me to see her act kindly towards her but nastily towards me.
27. My mother is still the only person I feel like I can cry too, but even that is straining.
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HI BESTIE IMY HEBSBRBS AHH I’ve been so busy ... also recently got super sick and I’ve not been well at all ,, it’s just the flu / a stomach bug tho ! :,) hru ???
Your latest reaction was so good ,, thoughts r being thunk ?? Thinking about skz reaction to you rubbing / jerking their dicks just whenever you’re bored .. and you don’t even really notice that they’re getting off ahah IDK IT JUST SEEMS TO HOT ??
Once they cum or wtv you’re like ;) hsshbrbs
I have a dick but honestly it’s never bothered me reading ur shit directed towards a female reader ? For some reason I really like it bye 😭🤚
-🚬
BABYBOOOY WHY HAVE YOU BEEN SICK?!?! :((( Hope you’re feeling better now, i should give u some of my healing medicin aka my kisses :(( <33
Also that last bit AAh thank u T-T i try to be more inclusive but like AAAGH im always so scared that i’ll mess something up from my lack of ~ knowledge ~ BUT I REALLY TRY MY BEST >< so thank uuu for having patience for my dumb ass
ANYWAYS SPEED REACTION LEGO
warnings: skz x gn!reader. handjobs, blowjobs, cum, orgasm (m), cum eating, slight overstimulation
Bangchan
“w-what the fuck”
yeah thats his only reaction when you suddenly stick your hand down his pants, wrapping your hand around his dick and slowly stroking it while big spooning him
you werent trying to get him off... more like... you wanted something to play with while watching the movie
boy would be ~ flustered ~
he’d find it interesting
why would you jerk him off if you didn’t want him to cum yk?
like that type of thoughs
but of course you can’t expect him to not react LMAO
you were fully immersed in the movie because it started to get interesting now and you didn’t notice how you started jerking him off faster.
until...
you felt something warm and wet hit your hand paired with his dick twitching
you looked at him and saw that poor boy was biting his bottom lip so hard trying to not disturb you with his moans
“did you cum?” you say, lifiting up his pants to which he yelped and put his hands over yours right at his crotch. “n-no”
Minho
be bold with this man
pull his pants down when he’s just chilling ASHASHA oh god
he doesn’t think it fair
eventhough he does the exact same to you
when he does it to you it more like he simply wants to feel you all over, not intending for you to get turned on
but make one moan and this mf thinks it a game
“how many times can i get y/n to moan”
NO OK BUT RETURNING TO YOU -> HIM
it would take sum time to get him to cum
he doesnt strike me as the sensitive type and so you could jerk him for quite a while which hey more fun for you
but ooone faithful day he was more turned on than usual leading to him cumming quicker than he usually does during one of those times where you played with his dick
stroking it, running your thumb across the tip, licking it .. you name it...
you smirk when he accidentally cums on your lips and you lick it off and he just starts complaining (yk when jisung bit his fingernail in that two kids room episode, yeah that tone)
“y-you can’t just do that!!” you start chuckling “what? mad that you came like a bitch?”
nex thing you know you’re pinned against a wall OOP sorry
Changbin
he lives for this BUT only if you give him attention
which you dont because you’re simply bored and dont want to get him off, more like... liking the feeling of having him in your hand lmao
“can you at least look at me?” you shake your head, holding his semi-erect dick in your hand “shh,,, im watching something!”
that would be the everyday conversation ahsahsha
I FEEL LIKE YOU COULD GO FOR A WHILE??!
he’d be relativly quiet as well so you wouldnt notice until he actually cums and you’re like “...wtf why is my hand sticky”
BRUH U START APOLOGIZING HASHAS HE JUST GLARES AT YOU FOR NOT GIVING YOU ANY ATTENTION
but he came anyways so..
you try to escape the situation but he’s not having it
“nah you’re not escaping now, finish what you started baby”
Hyunjin
another boy thats lives for this
why? because a) its a handjob b) he likes the thrill of not knowing when you’re bored c) because you forget what you’re doing and he likes seeing you surprised when he cums ASHAHS god bury me
would purposefully make you bored
“the wifi is down y/n,, guess we having nothing to do...w-wanna give me a handjob”
you shrug, “alright”
you’re completely lost in though, wondering when the wifi will return or what you guys should eat for dinner
suddenly he cums,,, a lot,,,
you laugh at him and he’s kind of blushing with his hair covering parts of his face.
“i-i’m pretty sure the wifi will be down for a while” ;))
Jisung
FUCK YES LETS GO
he would already just be naked infront of you at random times
like,,, whats the point in putting on clothes after the shower if he knows that you are going to sneak up on him and jerk him off yk?
but what this boy didn’t know was how you didn’t notice most of the time
your hand just having a mind of it’s own...
but you’d notice pretty quick
since this boy LOUD YALL
whiny mf
“shush!” you say, scrolling on your phone with one hand and jerking him off with the other.
you didnt intend on making him cum,,, just giving him a massage ASKKASJSKSA
he’d act all like “ppfft... you can’t make me cum from just that-”
and then shuts up because “h-hey... this feels too g-good”
not thinking he’d cum this quick you started talking to him but were quickly cut off from him letting out a long moan
“f-fuck,, y/n..h-haa,,,”
after he cums you’re like “heading to bed”
but he pulls you back, grabbing your wrist and looking at you with big doe eyes
“c-could we keep going?”
Felix
boy would be walking around, holding his crotch because he never knows when you attack
because he belong to the more... sensitive bunch of boys... HE DOESNT LIKE IT TOO MUCH
mostly because he’d cum too fast and it would leave him embarrassed (awh poor boy:(( )
thats legit the only reason LMAO
noo poor boy wants to appear all tough for you even though you’ve told him over 100 times that he doesn’t have to be, you love him for who he is yk? <33
BUT NOPE stubborn baby sets bets with you
“ok this time i won’t cum that quickly... last time was a practice round”
ASHAHSH WHY IS THAT SO FUNNY JESUS
4 minutes later... YEAH YOU GUESSED IT
and you didnt even notice?!?!
you just thought that those sounds were him in like pain ASHShHAS
because you were to preoccupied thinking watching tv
needless to say,,, he was pouty,, for a while
until you attacked again LMAO
Seungmin
ok gimmie a second,,,, i need to think
alright... he likes it BUT he’s shy
you need to give the puppy some time to warm up
do it too fast and he gets scared AHSHASH
so ok lets say that the both of you are doing,, nothing
and you just slowly feel him up and it eventually leads to you jerking him off
you’re not even aware of how good he’s feeling with your hand around his cock
“y-y/n can you stop?”
“stop what- oh”
looking down you notice that he already came, his cum coating the tip and your hand with white thick ropes
NOT THAT HE CAME FAST JUST THAT HE SUFFERED WITH THE SLIGHT OVERSTIMULATION ON HIS OWN
goddamn... seungmin is always so difficult to write for ONLY ME?!?!?
seungmin stans are already knocking on my door SORRY IM TRYING
Jeongin
BLUSHY BOY
I REPEAT; BLUSHY BOY
“w-what are you doing y/n~?” he says while your hand travels down the side of his body while the two of you were chilling in bed. “im bored” you huff out, looking him in those big brown eyes. “we can play videogames!” he says trying to make you get your hand out of his pants but you shake your head. “i wanna play with you instead”
boy would melt
painfully shy (and hard)
because you it all happened so fast??
the two of you were chilling, everything quiet and peaceful and before he knows it you’re jerking him off vigorously
he covers his face with his hands, occasionally sneaking a glance of your pretty face from inbetween his fingers as you give him a handjob
you’d be too focused watching his face as almost falling asleep not noticing the boy squirming around
until you hear
“h-hghnn...”
thats his cumming sounds btw HAHSHAH IF I WASNT CLEAR ENOUGH
jesus i cant write reactions for shit BUT THEY SEEM TO BE REALLY APPRECIATED SO YEAH!
I have 2 more of these coming up oh and also remember that this is legit word vomit SO ITS NOT PROOF READ AND UHM... i’ll try to do the two other ones this week heheh ^^
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part 2 of bsd characters except it's conversations/things me and my friends have said
Chuuya: piss on the principal and say "transphobe" and leave
Fyodor: I heard piss
Dazai: oh. my. god.
Dazai: THIS SERVER ISTG
Fyodor: HELP HAGAHAHHEJSS
Chuuya: HELEPPAFGKOHJ
Dazai: HOW ARE WE ALL OBSESSED WITH PISS
Dazai: FUCK IT. WAR CRIMINALS HAS A PISS KINK.
Fyodor: We are obsessed with piss or making fun kf it
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Dazai: Make it a soliloquy for when its a rainy day and i want to feel like a badass widower, and then you can cum
Chuuya: hey what the fuck?? its two am
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Margaret: my humor is dry but my pussy is wet
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Chuuya: At least I haven’t been called twink here, my old friend used to call me that constantly. Not a bad thing but
Higuchi: isnt a twink something for gay men
Akutagawa: Twink is a weak ass bottom
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Ranpo: fan behavior
Yosano: growls
Kunikida: not the fan behavior-
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Dazai: KUNIKIDA WHY WOULD YOU FUCK ME OVER LIKE THIS
Chuuya: heh bottom
Dazai: we both know perfectly well it's not like that.
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Atsushi: DID YOU JUST CALL ME A TWINK
Akutagawa: are you deaf aside from a coward?
Atsushi: NO PLEAH DID YOU ACTUALLY CALL ME A TWINK
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Hawthorne: i have to shit so fucking badly but i’m in church
Mark: shit on the pastor
Margaret: IM CRYONG HELPS
Lucy: burn the church.
Steinbeck: arson😩😩😩
Hawthorne: i think i might literally shit my pants
Lucy: burn the church
Steinbeck: burn the church
Hawthorne: it’s like squeezing out my ass hole
Mark: poo on the pastor
Poe: run to the bathroom in all seriousness
Margaret: IM CRYONGE
Hawthorne: i cant their praying rn
Hawthorne: so i can’t really run
Mark: waddle
Margaret: tears will start running out of my eye sockets if you shit yer pants
Lucy: say “UwU pastor sama i have to take a poopoo, please let me go shitty witty in the toilet, I’ll pray to sky daddy tonight nya”
Poe: NO
Mark: NYA?????
Steinbeck: IDEK WHAT TO SAY
Louisa: WHAT IS HAPPENING
Margaret: thats it here comes the tears
Poe: MARGARET'S ACTUALLY CRYING HELP
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Gin: HC my wifi has a praise kink
Gin: “Such good wifi” Works better
Akutagawa: i have a praise kink
Gin: wha
Akutagawa: i also have a degradation kink
Gin: same
Akutagawa: idk how that works but
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Margaret: I’m gonna ride Jesus like the wind
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Dazai probably: it's cunnilingus but for buttholes
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Kunikida to the ADA talking about someone (for the scenario let's say it's Fyodor):holy shit he is the single most annoying person ever AND IVE MET YOU GUYS
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Kyouka: fuck you and your privileged shoes!
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Kenji: the square is the sandwich.
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Dazai, texting Kunikida: my ass is made out of armadillos.
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Kunikida: no i'm not gonna write a box of condoms.
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Q: you made my teeth wiggle! bitch!
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Yosano: silence twinkymalinky
Ranpo: WHAT'S WITH THE TWINK RELATED INSULTS
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Dazai: What are you doing step bro
Chuuya: help me get out of this fucking washing machine dazai or so god help me i'm telling mom what a slut you are
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Chuuya: bitch person
Q: bitch person
Chuuya: yes i can't call you bitchboy you're nonbinary
Q: PLS
Dazai: bitch enby?
Chuuya: no, bitch person
Mori: Bitch human
Kouyou: that would be assuming Q is human
Q: im not sure at this point
Dazai: Bitch god
Chuuya: bitch being
Mori: yeah
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Atsushi: I hate it here.
Akutagawa: good.
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Nikolai, as a joke: list of Fyodor's kinks - tear kink - piss kink - scat kink - mold kink - dirty water kink - electricity kink - mommy kink - cockroach toilet flushing kink - marking kink - horse kink - hussie kink
Sigma: jesus christ
Sigma: COCKROACH TOILET FLUSHING KINK?????????
Dazai: sounds about right
Sigma: IDEK WHAT THAT IS
Fyodor: IHY
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Chuuya: i'd step on someone if they steal from me
Elise: no spray febreeze in their eyes
Gin: no you gotta K.O them
Higuchi: i dont like confrontation but i dont mind having to use violence
Hirotsu: im pretty sure the devil is scared of you
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Ranpo: genuinely think that the one lyric in the song up by cardi b is "i said my face bomb ass tight rack stuck and shat light" bc i haven't looked up the actual lyrics and at this point i don't think that looking them up will stop me from continuing to sing these lyrics.
Yosano: you.
Yosano: ok
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Lucy: ok 2013 humor i didnt ask for your input
Atsushi: what else am i supposed to say?? good for you?? break a leg?? don't die?? what the fuck
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Ranpo: we ate ,,, lamp
Ranpo: *lamb
Poe: l
Poe: lanp
Ranpo: ??
Poe: lap
Ranpo: lamnpl
Ranpo: we ate goat
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Tetchou: psst
Jouno: Oh no
Tetchou: gay
Jouno: What about it
Tetchou: nothing just gay
Jouno: Stares
Jouno: Same
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Tachihara: i have never had boba
Tachihara: it looks funky
Gin: It tastes amazing
Tachihara: do you like swallow the balls or bite them
Gin: Either way
Tachihara: shit that sounds weird out of context
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Yosano: it's wonky! it is- it's fucking wonky! none of this is straight and i can relate to that!
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Louisa: my only experience with boba was when i once went into a boba shop and ordered,,, coffee
Poe: You
Poe: What
Louisa: yeah,,,
Poe: WHY COFFEE
Louisa: ok so kind of a long story
Louisa: i was in a coffee shop before but i accidentally ordered a drink that wasn't coffee but i wasn't gonna ask my friends to go back to the coffee place to get coffee and they wanted to go get boba so i saw there that they also had coffee and i was like "Oh i'm gonna get that"
Louisa: it tasted like black tea with milk
Louisa: not coffee
Louisa: so it was an absolute scam
#bsd#bungou stray dogs#bungou gay dogs#bsd incorrect quotes#bungou stray dogs incorrect quotes#incorrect quotes#atsushi nakajima#ranpo edogawa#osamu dazai#chuuya nakahara#ryuunosuke akutagawa#akiko yosano#bsd edgar allan poe#ranpoe#soukoku#shin soukoku#skk#sskk#louisa may alcott#nathaniel hawthorne#doppo kunikida#gin akutagawa#michizou tachihara#bsd hirotsu#fyodor dostoyevsky#nikolai gogol#bsd sigma#ozaki kouyou
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