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space-blue · 8 months

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Hey, I saw you reblogging that post about normalizing sending people random asks and can only assume that you'd like some. So here some random questions (in no order) that you can answer in whatever length and degree of seriousness that you're comfortable with:

Favourite dinosaur/prehistoric animal?

Dead historical person that you'd like to resurrect for a chat or a chance to yell at them?

Most/least favourite story trope in fiction?

A country that you'd like to visit some day?

Something funny that happend to you (If you want^^)?

A nature fact that you find fascinating?

Food that you'd like to try?

Favourite artist/artistic inspiration/art style?

Last song that you listened to?

The prettiest insect/arthropod that you can find online?

I think that list is long enough, skip whatever you want if it's too invasive or weird :))

Damn, now that's an ask!! O_O Thank you! Sat down to try and think it through. I don't mind being serious :3

Favourite dinosaur/prehistoric animal?

I love a lot of them, especially now that we have such a greater understanding of what they looked like. Floofy dinos are just extra excellent. But I think I'll have to crown Spinosaurus. It's a bit of a meme dinosaur by now. Every discovery changes our perception of what it looked like, and people still debate if it was aquatic or not. (I'm team aquatic all the way) I mean look at it. It's fucking iconic.

I once started a short story set in a future in which humans had long since reengineered some dinosaurs, and a pirate crew had a raft-style boat that was powered by a Spinosaurus. They'd pierced grommets in the sail to clip ropes to her back. They also had pet Troodons on the crew. Sadly I lost steam and inspiration and never went anywhere with the story. I still adore Spinosaurus.

Dead historical person that you'd like to resurrect for a chat or a chance to yell at them?

If I could just indulge myself, Francois Renee de Chateaubriand. Absolutely crazy guy. Lived through the French revolution, Napoleon, went to the Americas, wrote early romantic works, mostly known for his autobiography memoirs from beyond the grave. He's truly a blorbo from my history. Look at this :

“A moral character is attached to autumnal scenes; the leaves falling like our years, the flowers fading like our hours, the clouds fleeting like our illusions, the light diminishing like our intelligence, the sun growing colder like our affections, the rivers becoming frozen like our lives—all bear secret relations to our destinies.”

BUT if I had a perfect translator and could quizz to my heart's content, and had actual intentions of being useful, I'd talk to a Gaulois. Probably Vercingetorix or an earlier leader from Celtic France.

We know SO little about these people. They're my ancestors, and we have almost no knowledge of their beliefs and practices. We have some (most likely wrong and slanderous) accounts from (the invading) romans. And archeological finds. But stuff like Cernunos/Karnonos (for who I wrote one of my fav short stories ever) is known from one pillar, one cauldron, and nothing else! We don't even know what he was the god of!

It's so infuriating to me. If I could quizz a Gaulois, I'd write the most detailed and comprehensive guide to their belief, their knowledge of others tribes, and their everyday life. I'd want to know about their gods, their myths, and their superstitions.

Most/least favourite story trope in fiction?

A/B/O and mpreg

A country that you'd like to visit some day?

Japan... Sad hours... I live in the UK, right. Scotland. And I had managed to get a work holiday visa to Japan! It's free to get, you just have an age limit. So I saved money (excruciatingly slowly, the UK being what it is), and finally planned it all. Got the visa (in Paris), got 400£ worth of shots (encephalitis, japanese encephalitis, rabies...), and was ready to apply for a Mongolian visa and start buying train tickets.

You see, I was going to do Scotland > London > Paris > Berlin > Warsaw > Vilnius > Tallinn > St Petersburg > Moscow > Irkutsk (on the transsiberian!!) > Ulaanbaatar > Beijing > Shanghai > Osaka

All train and bus, except for the last leg, which is a ferry.

When I was getting my second of three injections (always rabies + another and rabies turned me into a shivering plank of wood omg) the doctor was like... 'are you sure you want the last round done? There's this worrying cough developing in China at the moment...'

January 2020, RIP.

And then I aged out of the Japanese visa. And then Russia went to war and ruined its reputation forever. I spent a lot of time trying to make myself see that COVID had far worse repercussions for countless people, and I got off easily. But this was the culminations of a decade of dreaming and many years of planning and saving. It was a major bummer.

Something funny that happened to you (If you want^^)?

Weirdly enough this one stumps me. IDK why. I have weird, crazy, bad... but funny?

OH. Actually I think I told it once here. I'm sorry, it's not even funny either, just wild...

A nature fact that you find fascinating?

This entire video.

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Food that you'd like to try?

A real family style chinese hot pot. The sort you eat on a tiny plastic stool in someone's backyard.

Favourite artist/artistic inspiration/art style?

That's definitely too hard. I don't have a favourite. Maybe it's because I studied art. Not a matter of taste, but a matter of exposure. I've seen a lot of styles and a lot of artists and there is no one work I can point to and say "this is it". The inspiration art folder I keep is extremely varied itself. Variety is the spice of life.

Last song that you listened to?

I'm currently listening to the IXION soundtrack as I write! It absolutely SLAPS.

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The prettiest insect/arthropod that you can find online?

Definitely has to be a moth. Also I really love the colour scheme of this wasp :

I think moths are just so gorgeous. Butterflies too of course, but the moths are SO fluffy and some of them have insanely clean aesthetics.

LOOK

Milionia moth

Look at this Pompelon Marginata! Literally the Louboutin of moths.

Also they can have really fun caterpillars:

Little beasts... And I think it fucks that they make themselves a cocoon and basically liquify into some primordial goo to remake themselves. And often remake themselves as their best dressed sex party tiiiime!!

Hope that answers your questions appropriately :3

#blue talks #ask #questions #thanks that was very fun!#Sorry for the ton of links haha #long post

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eflen-n-reegee · 8 months

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Field Trip to the Field Museum II - Members Night (Chicago, IL)

Hi! I went to the museum members night way back in April, and I’ve been meaning to write this ever since; and I finally got around to it! As with the first part, this is a self-insert imagine fic where the reader is an age regresser and the author is their caregiver. All pictures were taken by me (with permission from museum staff to post online). Also, heads up, this includes pictures of dinosaur bones, taxidermied animals, deceased animals in preservatives, LOTS of mounted insects and bugs (ya gal Eflen loves bugs), and a brief instance of anxiety. (Long story short, I have OCD and bumping into some people upset me IRL, and I decided to incorporate it.) Also under the cut ‘cause it’s long. 😆

You excited, kiddo? We’re gonna get to see some pretty cool stuff, things we wouldn’t normally get to see! This is gonna be so fun! Oh, look at this, sweetheart. There are table all over the museum with cool little pins. Wanna see how many we can find? Alrighty! Let’s go in!

Ooh, look! Such a cool little dinosaur- you’re right, it’s a stegosaurs! You’re pretty smart, aren’t you, pumpkin?

Watch your fingers, sweetie, the crab might pinch them! You’re right, this one’s dead… But maybe I’m a crab! Pinch! Oh, you’re too big for that kind of stuff? Sorry kiddo, I’ll try to remember.

Oh, check out this thing! Know what it is? A giant isopod? So freaking cool. Do you know if they bite? I’d like to hold one!

Pretty great view, huh? Look, they’ve got a t-Rex puppet down there! We’ll try to see it up close later.

Holy cow! So people found out a while ago that platypuses glow under UV light, but they only found out recently that other animals do too! And even crazier? Scientists still don’t know why! Nature is nuts.

So there’s some kinda creepy stuff in here- Okay, okay, I got it. Just let me know if it’s too much, okay?

Whoa… So these animals were mutants for some reason… No, I don’t think anybody knows for sure why things like this happen.

Some animals can live really good lives, even with these kind of issues. But yeah, it’s a bummer when they don’t make it.

Jeez, it’s busy in here. Careful not to bump the bones, kiddo. Oh wow, look at this one! Came from a ground sloth… Can you believe how big they used to be?

Wow, look at these teeth! I wish I could take this one home, teeth are so cool.

Jeepers, what a skull…

Hey, what’s going on? Okay, deep breaths, sweetheart, deep breaths… Let’s go out in the hallway, okay?

Here, it’s quiet over here, you can sit down if you want- okay, you don’t have to. Can you tell me what’s wrong? Yeah, that room was pretty crowded, huh? I know you don’t like when people bump into you… What do you think will help you feel better? Yeah, when we get home you can take a bath- a shower, no problem. Is there anything else- No, sweetheart, I don’t think you’re being a baby. Everybody gets upset sometimes, and everybody cries sometimes. You’re still a big kid as long as you say you are. Okay? There you go. How about we take a break from the new stuff to look at the dinosaurs? Alright.

Looks like they brought a few new things in here… These bones are pretty cool, huh? I love how the gray and white looks. Why do you think it looks like that?

There’s a crowd around the table over here… Oh, it’s because they have pins. Do you want to wait here a second and I’ll get you a pin? No, I don’t mind. Okay, be back in a second.

So, how’re you feeling? Want to look at some of the stuff upstairs? Okay.

Oh, they’re talking about lichen in here- It’s not BORING! Look how cool these antlers look! You’d think they were tree branches if you didn’t know better.

Well, you can think what you like, but I think lichen is cool. … No, kiddo, I’m not angry. I’m just being silly. People like different things sometimes, it’s no big deal.

Oh, I didn’t know the museum had a library! No, they probably only have books about history and biology. But it’s always cool to see some new books, especially old books like that one, or- Oh!

Look at THIS! This book must be four feet across - at least! It’s massive! I’d love to look through the whole thing. What kinds of things would someone put in a book this big?

Oh, cool! They have a room just for bugs? Awesome! I wonder what ki- Walking sticks?! Oh my gosh, I didn’t know there were ones with wings!

Look how leafy that one is! Or… No, it’s not a real leaf. I thought maybe they stuck one in there to trick people.

Oh wow! Look how big these spiders are! I know some people are scared of them, but I think they’re amazing. And I’ve held a tarantula before - they’re very soft little critters.

Hm, I’m not sure I’d want to wear jewelry with bugs on it. That’s a little too much for me… I guess it works for other people, though, so it’s fine.

Oh my gosh, look at them! I wonder if bugs like these are where people got the idea of fairies. The one with the purple wings would definitely look like a fairy princess if you saw it from far away.

That reminds me, next year the seventeen-year cicada will be coming back to our area. They live underground for seventeen years, spend a couple weeks singing and laying eggs, and then they all die. Wild.

Ooh, some of these guys are creepy. I like scorpions, but they do scare me a little - and that’s good, since they can be dangerous. It’s smart to be at least a little afraid of dangerous things.

Holy cow, this big one looks like an owl! Yeah, if I’M getting freaking out, I bet all the predators are terrified.

Look at all the legs- Hey, I saw that! No, it was definitely a yawn. You getting tired? Yeah, I’m tired too. We’d better head out.

So, did you have a nice time? I’m glad. How’re you feeling? Yeah, you can still take a shower, no problem. Do you want to nap in the car and I’ll wake you when we get home? Okay.

Alright, all clean and ready for bed. Yeah, you got a pretty sweet set of buttons, huh? We’ll get some more for the collection next year.

~🦀~🦕~🫙~🦥~🦬~🐪~😢~🪵~📚~🕷️~💍~🦗~🦂~🌃~

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hasarjunadoneanythingwrong · 1 year

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My opinion on how it would be to live in each lostbelt based of what I remember/whatever I’ve seen of the jp ones so far

Lostbelt 1: cold as shit. Everyone hates each other and will rat each other out to the oppressive police force for no reason and there is no natural light. This is just what living in New England is like so I could probably manage it but I wouldn’t like it

Lostbelt 2: I’m about to turn 25 and have no children so I would already be dead here. Also gerda makes you a fish dish and I don’t like fish :/

Lostbelt 3: no natural predators and everyone is pretty chill unless you start talking literature. Would be hard for a transplant used to reading but idk how it is if you grow up there. That being said since I can draw I’d probably end up conscripted for qsh art purposes. This isn’t actually much of a letdown for me. Dead at 60 bc of the psychedelic wheat but I doubt I’ll notice

Lostbelt 4: the emotional whiplash from nice people suddenly going mean when the yugas draw to an end would suck. Also sucks that you’re at risk of random kali violence at any moment for basically no reason. Other than that it’s fine I guess?

Lostbelt 5: depends on if I’m in Atlantis or Olympus, but assuming Olympus I would just be drawing stupid pictures again. That’s fine

Lostbelt 6: human cattle again but this time it’s to fairies who get a kick out of human suffering and randomly turn into curse monsters.

Lostbelt 7: if I’m not a dinosaur I died ages ago so Camazotz could solo ort. Tbh I’m ok with that cause fuck that thing. If I am a dinosaur it seems chill up until the ocelotl guys show up and start committing gun violence. I don’t really know what their society is like.

So yeah, probably 3 or 5 if you’re just a normal human.

#my post #fgo spoilers #vaguely

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anexlarrieblog · 2 years

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So it seems like Larries are really going through it recently (even though they continue to live in denial and insisting they keep “winning”). I wasn’t sure if you had read Olivia’s newest VF interview from today but the part about her being open to getting married again and saying that she sees and values her parents marriage as a true partnership and how she feels like she’s finally able to have that now (with Harry obviously, even though she didn’t specifically name him 😆)

Anyways, they seem very very serious and it would not surprise me if they did get married in the not so distant future. Do you think this will cause more Larries to finally leave? Maybe at least a lot of the newer ones? I know they are having many breakdowns right now over Louis talking so much about Freddie in his album promo but maybe that combined with Harry marrying Olivia after a normal long term dating relationship would be a collapse for them in terms of their beliefs? I don’t think all of them would leave (especially the dinosaur Larries) but I could see there being a big shift away for a lot of them if that happened.

Oh they are certainly going through it (love to see it 😂). As things get better for Harry and Louis in their personal lives, family lives and careers, things for Larries become ever more bleak. There’s been a shift in their conversations. They no longer write huge masterpost theories about what is going on and where things are headed. Instead they speak of being confused and tired. Harry and Olivia confuse them, their arguments about the relationship being for PR are dead in the water (esp given recent events). I do think if Harry and Olivia got engaged/married it would cause a serious purge in larriedom. Same for if Louis and Eleanor did.

Louis mentioning Freddie in recent interviews, they also have no good Larrie explanation for. Louis isn’t being ‘awkward’, talking about Freddie isn’t being ‘pushed by interviewers’ or any of the other bullshit Larries have previously claimed. Louis is naturally and happily talking about being a father because Freddie is a huge part of his life. Larries know there is ‘no end’, nothing is changing.

Ultimately I think a few things could cause a serious Larrie exodus but I also think it could be caused by a really slow burn like we are seeing where they just ultimately lose all hope 🤞🏻🤞🏻

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titleknown · 2 years

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AS DEATH DEFYING DEATH, BULABAO, COME ON!”

-Sharpglance talking into their long-range crystal communicator to summon Bulabao

Who is this fighter for the future?! More on them past the break!

The peoples of the Lost World where Korangu hails from got a rude awakening when they found out how thoroughly the robot-making imperialist nightmare that was the MECH Project had set up shop there, and how thoroughly its ecological consequences thrashed their beloved protector.

More horrifying to them was not just how much damage it had caused, the mass migrations of dinosaurs and blighted earth around where they were hiding was a good indicator, but how much damage it would have caused had they stayed long term as they had planned before being busted up by a combination of the heroism of investigative folks and MECH’s own incompetence.

So, one member of the peoples tried to do something unprescedented: Using an improvised device designed using their people’s crystal technology, they tried to contact the creature known as Bulabao.

This was unprescedented because; even in a jungle setting filled with dinosaurs and prehistoric throwbacks both kaiju and regular-sized, Bulabao held a unique terror for the inhabitants.

They were not considered malevolent, in fact they were considered almost peaceful and retiring; but the fear of them was the fear of the reaper, for in recorded memory, Bulabao has been associated with death; culturally engrained as a sort of psychopomp, seen in the visions of those dying and walking away from the bodies of kaiju and normal megafauna alike.

It is said that their eyes can paralyze even gargantuan creatures with fright, that its golden claws; horns and tail can pierce all defenses, that its breath scours flesh from bone, and other strange abilities that; even witnessing it now; few know the truth of their existence. But, the most ill-omened thing about the creature was said to be the “box” on its back; a thing that could suck in the spirits of the dead but also the living. To where, we do not know, as of yet.

So, naturally, the youth walked up to the creature, at a blighted place in the land; even now riddled with gargantuan dessicated corpses left unclaimed.

At the hecatomb, the youth spoke to them with them via an assemblage of crystals, of a type common in their culture but innovative in its current use. The youth spoke of the events of the world and those who had poisoned the earth around them, and the failures of the great protector of their people. The youth said there will be others who could have cruel designs upon the place, speaking of the advertising monsters and the invaders and the horrors of the CarciNation.

And, the next day, the youth stepped into the sun with their crystal translator and behind them; the psychopomp, willing and ready to follow them to the ends of the earth in defense of their home.

The youth’s nickname (And preferred name, because young people are like that) roughly translates to Sharpglance, for their keen eye and willingness to view the world outside of their jungle even before calling on the great beast, and even now they have a keen eye for when trouble’s about, wandering the world with their companion; steady and unerring as death itself.

As one final aside, curiously, Korangu and Bulabao do not like each other at all. They don’t actively fight unless forced near each other, but they do stay well away from each other. When asked what the reasons for this might be, Sharpglace replied “It’s complicated…”

SO, I basically came up with this because I wanted a version of the whole "minder with the remote control" archetype ala Gigantor or; arguably; the animated Zilla, and I figured that making them as a member of the Southeast-Asian lost-world-subspace nation (One of the entrances to which being in the Phillipines and another in Borneo) associated with Korangu made sense!

Thank heavens I have a Filipino-diaspora friend who helped me a lot to come up with the design, combining a carabao and the Philippine crocodile, the symbolism taken from the related-to-the-latter mythical buwaya leading to them having a psychopomp theme (Also why they have a stingray-like tail barb), and even a few details about their culture that I haven't have time to list yet, but are there!

Also, note that Sharpglance would be considered nonbinary in our culture, tho Filipino pronouns are... grammatically complicated to translate, so I use they/them for convenience.

On that note, as per usual with Kaijune, this powerful psychopomp is free to use as you see fit under a CC-BY 4.0 license so long as I; Thomas F. Johnson, am credited as their creator!

And, if you wanna support me, maybe check out my Patreon (Tho it's more of a tip jar for now as I work towards stabilizing my new living situation), or even just send a Ko-Fi my way! Every penny is appreciated, and I am eternally grateful for those who donate!

Or, if you wanna commission me for a pic like this, my commission info is thisaway!

#my art #kaiju #kaijune #creature design #phillipines #carabao #crocodile #worldbuilding

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artmakerproductions · 2 years

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The Crookits (#13) Tracy and Rogi in Weird Science Shenanigans

1) Read (and drawn) in an upside down “U”. - Expositioning about some new creation/plan to Rogi. - Tracy, ever so calmly as she can, asking if the brain he gave her was the one she asked for (an abnormal brain). He replies "Someone named Norman, I think? There was no last name." (Nod to the 'Young Frankenstein' joke, "Abby Normal"). Tracy wants to create a “Reverse-Frankenstein Monster”, by using imperfect body parts to create a grotesque monster... but the end result is something normal. Not the wanted outcome. - Late nighter for the two, Rogi puts a blanket on her sleeping friend before heading home. Why Rogi Fritz (Igor backwards; named and loosely modelled after the actor Dwight Frye's character, Fritz from "Frankenstein", 1931) allows himself to get roped up and go through w/ all the many morally questionable things Tracy asks of him is 1) keep true to their deals and honour his favours, 2) Out of his own curiosity as what the looney kid is up to that week. He does see him and her as friends though (as does Tracy, but she tries to keep the relationship mainly professional). Being the only person other than her own family members she almost regularly interacts w/ both in and outside the household. Tracy's doorway into her room leads right into a decontamination chamber that anyone who wants to enter has to mandatorily go through. Both she and him are about the same height, but Rogi just slouches a lot. A nod/reference to the hunchbacked assistant horror trope. Ps. That's a brain 🧠 on his shirt. A running joke w/ Tracy, along w/ her extreme germaphobic nature, is she’s always using frogs 🐸 in her mad science experiments. All of which usually taken from the nearby swamplands or Rogi’s school. ---

2) Rogi: “Why you dressed like the stay puft marshmallow man? You goin' to space or deep sea dinin' or somethin'?" Tracy: "First off, stop with the poking. Second, no, this is merely my new sealed air tight and protective mobile sterile germ-free environment interaction garment attire to allow for easier and convenient mobility." R: "..." T: *sigh* "It's a new bubble suit I use to go outside with." R: "Oh!... you still look like a marshmallow." T: *annoyed, slightly muffled grumble* ---

3 - 5) One of the MANY experimentations on frogs Tracy has done (that eventually went wrong) is combine the fragmented DNA of the T. Rex (that she got from an undisclosed source) and African Bullfrog. Done out of spite to see how the dinosaurs of Jurassic Park would actually look. Very much like Jurassic Park, the dinosaur escaped and fled to the nearby bayou where it currently resides. Eating gators, deer, and the occasional fisher or hunter. (Two different designs for the creature’s head, which is your preference?)

After several weeks go by, Tracy and Rogi head out out to eliminate the escaped frog-osaur. Unfortunately, the mutant dino frogs get the drop on the two. Revealing that there are three individuals. The young mad scientist lets it slip she actually made THREE specimens, but wasn’t aware the other two had lived into adulthood and simply discarded the (then small dog sized) bodies in Hank’s pond intending for it to be his afternoon snack before moving onto the third. Unaware they weren’t dead, and fled to the swamps. Later meeting up with the third specimen. Maybe if they stand still enough, they won’t be seen.

#The Crookits #bubble suit #hazmat #scientist #scientist oc #mad scientist #mad scientist oc #oc #original characters #drawing #sketch #sketches #mutants #frog #dinofrogs #dinosaur frogs #genetic monster #dinosaur

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norcalbruja · 8 months

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Odd but generally good development

So I've been busy job-hunting for the past week, but around that time, I had a really odd development with Haik Number Four and then one more development with the Water-Spirit.

Behind the cut for spiritual sex/birth, but it actually wasn't that painful or traumatizing when it was happening.

Not sure if I've made things coherent enough, but I tried to figure out where I started losing focus/rambling and I snipped those bits out. Recent developments SEEM to be a much better sign than the problem with "the Not-Children demons constantly shit-talk me and disrupt my meditations with pain/depression," so… yay, I guess?

So you know how I've mentioned that my dead-end of a life tends to overwhelm me, so I sometimes lose my shit in the Spirit-World and start screaming for someone to help? And sometimes that involves asking to have sex with them because of the various reasons stemming from "I'm broke," the two main reasons are that 1) I can't risk making a physical altar in my Catholic mom's apartment, and 2) I already give the gods some food from my normal meals, so… more lunch/dinner just doesn't seem like enough?

Anyway, so I was having a bad time and I just asked both the Water-Spirit and Haik Number Four if they could help me or at least get me to stop focusing on my shitty life again, and about halfway through the desperation-sex, a weird sort of jelly-ish mass came out of me and turned into a fucking FULL GROWN Tyrannosaurus rex.

So the T. rex just nudged me and went "hello, mother."

And I was like "um… hello?!" because that is literally all that happened. No pain, no screaming, out she comes fully-grown???

The Irish gods were fucking ecstatic to see her and collectively went, "YAAAAAAAAY, YOU BIRTHED A LIVING CREATURE THIS TIME!!! HELLO, REXY!!!"

Lola Buwaya just sighed and went "Well, this IS a good sign, but remember the Irish gods are too loud. Try not to do that again, anak."

And I was like "…I don't know how this happened to avoid it, though??? I'm not even sure who the father is, because I don't know if spiritual beings gestate or not. Is this Haik Number Four's dinosaur kid, or the Water-Spirit's???"

Technically Spirit-Me has "given birth" to a living/known creature before. This one time, I gave birth to a beluga (also full-grown after about five minutes), but that was so long ago that I think it happened back when I still thought the Water-Spirit was Haik.

The Water-Spirit's main response was "oops, that was my fault. Let's not do that again."

I never mentioned the beluga before because birth from a different species aside, it's just a normal whale. Like, it's wild, and like many nature-spirits, it doesn't tend to talk a lot. The beluga just swims around the spiritual Arctic, occasionally it pops into my meditations and says hi because I'm its Blood Relative, and that's all. I don't even know what sex/gender it would be, because it doesn't consider that kind of stuff important.

Which seriously contrasts with the T. rex, who came out with a sentient mind and calls herself female, so I just call her "Tyrann" for lack of another name.

Tyrann considers the Water-Spirit her father because he's my MAIN husband (explanations in the next post, because I'm pretty sure I've also mentioned Dionysus my least formal "husband" ever), so that's good enough for her.

The Green Man heard the news, laughed his ass off, and went "Aquaman can't have sired this big lunk! Who she calls father is one thing, but she's a creature of the earth, same as you! I wouldn't be surprised if she had no father at all. Remember, love--sex in the Otherworld isn't literally sex. You don't need two people's DNA for spirit-birthing."

And I was like "Can someone tell me how spiritual births DO work, though???"

So the Green Man said to me, "The closest way you can understand it is when your ideas grow up. The beluga came out of nowhere, like your man did, and it doesn't help nor harm anything. Miss Lizard is old and earthbound, and she has been a long time coming."

And I asked him, "Well… what kind of idea IS Tyrann?"

He answered, "I'm guessing she's just your career goals and whatnot. She's not complicated, just big. And she has nothing to do with the spirits, or decolonizing, or any of the Tagalog men hanging around."

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A couple days after that, I accidentally birthed/laid a fucking giant bird-like egg, and while I was wondering who's the spiritual "father" again (I do not know any wind- or bird-spirits!), and why I'm constantly birthing things that are my size or larger, Hera stepped in and just… chiseled a hole in it.

She told me gently that while it is a good sign that my spiritual uterus is getting better from the Not-Children constantly invading it, I'll probably need to "abort" some of these in the future. Like, I'm already dealing with way too much spiritual issues like "where are the anito?" and the Not-Children to handle more "actual children" running around, and I barely have a clue about how this even happened to start with.

And I'm like, "Well, that makes sense. Thank you for the advice, Hera."

She also cautioned me that just because I'm getting better doesn't mean I'm EMOTIONALLY ready to deal with more spiritual "children," and the fact that I'm healing up pretty quickly is actually a double-edged sword. Which gave me even more vibes of "just because you're healthy enough to pop a kid out doesn't mean your SITUATION is right for being a parent."

Especially in my case, where I'm looking for day-jobs that I detest just so I can scrape up the cash to get the fuck out of my Catholic mom's apartment.

Regarding how Tyrann is "big but uncomplicated," she is pretty fucking eloquent for a dinosaur. She saw one of my spiritual meltdowns a couple days ago and remarked that "you ask for so little, Mother. A house and an art career. I don't know why anyone hasn't helped you yet."

And I told her, "Art in general is hard to get off the ground. Nobody tells you how to DO ANYTHING. People hate paying for art or supporting their artist friends."

Tyrann said, "No. I don't know why the ANITO haven't helped you with it. So much of your work deals with THEM. You are one of their people, and you beg them for love through your work. You ask for anyone to help with your mouth, but you keep writing about the anito, how to get away from Catholicism, of the terrible creatures in the islands. This is not a prayer that an Irish or a Greek god can really step in for, even out of love for you."

I was like, "That is EXTREMELY grown-up talk for someone who was born last week. And no, Tyrann, nobody knows why the anito aren't here. I got a reading that said the anito abandoned me because my work and my blog are both blasphemous, and they left me to my own devices because I'm begging them for help too much. The problem is, almost all of the Tagalog spirits reacted like that would be the ultimate dick move if they're right, so… clearly, SOMETHING is wrong with me, but people don't know what it is."

And Tyrann just grumbled and went, "I don't like it." So she went off somewhere, annnnnnnd I don't know what a T. rex is capable of in the Otherworld, but I hope she doesn't try to bite anyone???

#unverified personal gnosis #personal gnosis

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justarandomsapphic · 1 year

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My Story of Being in a Cult

(TW for religious trauma and emotional abuse, also I need to preface this by saying that my parents did not encourage the church’s abuse- they did what they could and now my whole family is out of it. My parents are wonderful, loving people and they have supported me through recovery)

When I was little, I was always asking questions. I always wanted to know why things worked certain ways, why this did that, why are some things slimy and others rough, “Why does that bird on the road look so limp and squishy?” I’d wonder as my parents would rush to pull me away from the dead bird before I could poke it. I’m not just saying that as a funny joke to start this essay, that happened many times with many dead animals. There’s a picture of me when I was little, holding a fish head with the most overjoyed face. Besides dead things, I also loved learning about live organisms. I’d watch all sorts of nature documentaries. There was this one about the colossal squid. “Aren’t giant squids and colossal squids the same thing?” My friends would ask, confused. “No!” I’d exclaim, “Colossal squid have hooks on their tentacles, giant squid have razor sharp teeth on theirs. Plus, colossal squid are a lot heavier and bigger.” Then I’d proceed to rant about the wonders of the colossal squid and how fascinating it was to me whilst sitting on the grass on the school field in the sweltering heat. Yeah, I was that kid. Don’t even get me started on my cryptid phase. That was an obsession that holds on to this day, like those wristbands they make you wear at the boardwalk. I also loved dinosaurs and other odd prehistoric creatures, like Titanoboa, the largest snake in existence. I could probably write a whole essay on those guys. It’s clear to see that even when I was very small, researching and discovering new things was a big part of my life and culture. However, my life is a puzzle, and it isn’t a simple 500 piece one. The thousands of other hidden bits are about to come into the picture.

To start, my fascination with all things science was limited. It was only of the things that I was permitted to know. You see, I was kinda in a cult. Now, I’m sure many of your minds went straight to Jonestown or Heaven’s Gate. Don’t worry, we didn’t move to South America or talk about UFOs coming to save us from this mortal realm. I think when people think of cults, they think of the worst of the worst, the most extreme cases. Believe me when I tell you, most of the cults that exist in the world would appear normal to an outsider. Even the worst ones seemed innocent at first to the world. I still hesitate to call my old elementary school/church (it was a school on the weekdays and a church on Sundays) a cult. However, after running it through the B.I.T.E. model, I couldn’t ignore that my past community was at the very least, a bit culty. The B.I.T.E. model is designed to determine whether or not something is a cult. B is for behavior control, I is for information control, T is for thought control, and E is for emotion control. My school passed this test with flying colours. I remember how my curiosity somewhat halted in elementary school. I found many things fascinating and I’d investigate them, but my school had poisoned my mind with negative thoughts about evolution and other aspects of science. “It’s just not Christian,” they’d say. “Why would anyone even think that we came from apes!” Being a young, impressionable child, I agreed. I wouldn’t want to be on the bad side of God, right? If I’d even think for a second that God might not exist, I’d feel incredible shame. My parents always encouraged my curious nature, and would listen to my rants about science. My school wasn’t as welcoming though. I remember our science books had Bible verses on every well worn out page. Curiosity and asking questions was looked down upon. Which, as you’ve no doubt discovered, is something I love to do. I thrive on it. The constant emotional pain that questions would cause me just wasn’t worth it though. So, like a plant with no water or sun, I withered.

I remember hearing at Monday chapel (every Monday we’d gather in the church and have the principal do a sermon) one of my teachers talking about teens who stray from God. They said it would start with just wondering if God was real, but it would slowly turn into full on disbelief. As we rose out of the chairs to go back to our classrooms, my little brain was spiraling out of control. What if I turned into one of those kids? What would happen to me if I did? I would think about all that quite a bit. However, my mind would also wander to my friends outside the community. They were wonderful people. I remembered a teacher telling me that “You can’t be friends with someone who’s not Christian. You just will never be able to get along.” When I protested, and brought up friends of mine who didn’t believe in God, she said, “Well, you could try to convert them. Otherwise they’re gonna go to hell, and you don’t want them to go to hell, right?” I was in third grade and I already had the burden of saving people’s souls weighing me down, pushing me into place so I could be more obedient to the church’s rules. Teachers gaslit me, asking if that really happened, you’re just overreacting, stop being so sensitive. I would be shamed for moving around too much, so I stopped. By 4th grade I was at rock bottom, a manipulated shell doing what the church wanted of me. My parents tried to take me to a different school, but each time I’d cry and beg them not to. This community was all I’d known. In my mind, staying was safer. However, this was a K-5th school, after 5th grade, I’d go to a different school. Most of my friends were going to a very strict private school in my area. My parents did not want to take me there, and decided that public school would be a better choice. I was okay with that. I knew a girl who would be at this middle school, so I wouldn’t be alone. My classmates, on the other hand, were horrified. The sheer thought of going to ‘one of those schools’ seemed abhorrent to them. I remember a girl asking me if I was going so I could spread God’s word. “I’ve heard that they put you in detention for praying!” Another classmate whispered to me. Obviously, my new school was nothing like those rumours. I absolutely loved it there. However, I was not aware that what happened at my elementary school was not normal, and I would discover that the hard way.

I’ll start with the smaller things. I remember sitting at our table underneath a huge tree, asking my friends what their favourite thing on the playground was when they were little. “Oh I usually just read,” one of my friends stated. “Oh nice, at my school we weren’t allowed to read during recess,” I brought up, casually. Immediately heads turned towards me and a chorus of “WHAT” echoed throughout our group. I was confused, why was that weird? These differences got bigger and bigger as time went on. I think the most significant one was when our teacher talked about national coming out day. It was in my Leadership class and my teacher was talking about the discrimination LGBTQ+ people face on a daily basis. I was appalled. At my old school, gay was a bad word and now our teacher was talking about this stuff so openly. One thing he said however, started to erode my homophobia. “If someone could control being gay, why would they? If you could choose, you wouldn’t be something that puts you at such a risk of being discriminated against or even killed.” After that I started to do some self evaluation, and I eventually started to support the LGBTQ+ community. Little did I know that in 8th grade, I would realise that I was gay. As you can see, middle school was full of unlearning behavior that had been drilled into me from a young age. However, this was just the beginning.

7th and 8th grade were when realisations started to kick in. I started to understand how horrible my childhood was. I had repressed it because as a little kid, you don’t know how to process mental abuse, you just take it and push it in the back of your mind. You mature faster, you repress the behaviors your abusers don’t like, and you learn that pleasing people is the only way to get out of conflict. In the end, you do anything but acknowledge the pain. This epiphany had me finally letting myself question religion, and soon, I stopped believing in God. Before then, I had always felt ashamed for doubting Christianity, afraid that I was upsetting God. Every time I’d feel this churning nervousness in my stomach, this pain in my chest, as if my body was doing everything I could to save myself from damnation. So, I’d push the questions in my head away. But after actually looking at what my mind was telling me instead of pushing it to the back of my head like a sweater that you keep on trying to stuff into your drawer, I started to wonder what I was so scared of. Believing in humanity rather than a God was so freeing. After leaving Christianity, I started to get back into science. That year, we had our evolution unit and I loved every moment of it. The little kid who ranted about colossal squids crawled out of the corner of my mind that I had pushed her back into for so long. Even heavy shame could not make my curious mind disappear. I felt like I had finally made it through the worst parts, and I was moving on.

However, there are lingering effects, such as self blame for what happened. So I try to tell myself that it wasn’t my fault, it was the adults who should have known better that were at fault. They took away a huge chunk of my childhood that I can’t really get back. I don’t do carefree things, I don’t do stuff on impulse. I wish I did. I really wish I did. It may sound nice to have a more mature state of mind when it comes to certain things, but I’m supposed to be a normal teenager. I’m supposed to make dumb mistakes. I want that so much. However, it’s not all gone, a part of my younger self still lives in me. She’s the one that flinches if you raise your voice, that immediately will try to please you to calm down, the one that freezes up. But she’s also the one that giggles, the one that asks a million questions at once, the one that hugs you so tight you can barely breathe. She’s still here, holding the good and bad things, so holding harsh feelings towards myself for not doing anything only hurts me more, and honestly, I think I’ve been through enough. So, I’ve worked on eroding the self hate, and shifting my perspective on life. Even though these realisations were painful, things have been so much better now. I think the best way to describe it would be to quote Dawn Smith, a cult survivor when she had said: “But I can tell you that even the hardest day of freedom was better than the best day in a cult.” They made me feel like I could be nothing without them. But now I know that’s not true. I hope there is a day where I do something big, something important, and my old community can see how far I’ve come without them.

#religious trauma #ex christian #lesbian #lgbtq #my writing #trauma

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juliaia · 2 years

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kiss it better

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summary: the battle is over (for now) and you and simon take a moment for yourselves

pairing: simon kalivoda x gn!reader

warnings: swears, blood, mentions of being attacked by undead killers?

a/n: request from @magicovento —it’s a bit short, but I like how it came out! thank you again for the request! excuse any formatting errors because i said so xoxo <3

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This night has not gone as planned.

Actually, you aren’t entirely sure what the plan was. Certainly, it wasn’t sitting in a police station, being interrogated for breaking into and vandalizing a grocery store—but, you suppose it beats being dead.

It takes a lot of arguing and coordinated lying, something about something about something—it doesn’t matter.

What matters is that you and your friends are out of the station before the day is done, bruised and tired and probably traumatized, but very much alive.

The night is cold, and the six of you are inhaling the evening air and laughing breathlessly with the dizzy delight that only comes from almost dying, and when it’s time to go, you find yourself drifting towards Simon, as you so often do.

It’s only natural for you two to walk together, right? You live on the same street, after all.

So you and Simon start the long walk home, and though it’s not entirely unpleasant, there’s an unfamiliar silence between the two of you. You don’t know what to say—it's a rare feeling around Simon, who almost always has something to say.

Simon’s walking close enough for you to feel the warmth he gives off, and then he’s taking your hand in a wonderfully natural way, and your face is embarrassingly hot as your house comes into view.

You and Simon drop each other's hands and exchange nervous glances.

The house is empty, and normally that wouldn’t be so bad, but after everything that’s happened tonight, being alone is the last thing you want.

Nonetheless, you look up at Simon and open your mouth to say goodnight—but instead, your eyes are drawn to the streak of red across his neck.

“You’re bleeding.” You say. Simon brings a hand up to his neck, wincing when his fingers come in contact with the cut.

“Gross.” He says, giving you a slightly pained smile that you think must be to reassure you.

It must’ve stopped bleeding at some point, but it’s started up again. It’s not deep. Not enough for stitches or anything like that, but definitely enough to warrant some attention.

You gesture for him to follow you inside, grateful for the company, grateful that it’s him.

He sits on the bathroom counter, blue cardigan slipping down his shoulders, and you rifle through a closet for a first aid kit.

“Might sting a bit.” You say, soaking a cotton ball with rubbing alcohol. He nods, and you lean in to dab at the cut on his neck. He gives a soft hiss of pain, and you take his hand and give it a squeeze.

“Am I gonna live?” He asks when you pull away, a teasing smile on his face. You roll your eyes.

“No.” You say. He pouts, and you pat him on the knee as you fish through the first aid bag for band-aids. “Hello Kitty or dinosaurs?“

“Hello Kitty, obviously.” He says. You shrug.

“I dunno, they’ve got a triceratops in here.” You say, peeling open a bright pink band-aid and gently pressing it over the cut on Simon’s neck.

You stand in front of him with your hands on his knees, looking over your handiwork. Other than the cut from Ruby Lane, he’s fine, maybe a bruise or a scrape somewhere, but he’s OK.

“You gonna kiss it better?” He asks. You laugh in surprise.

“What?”

“I mean, how is this supposed to heal if you don’t kiss it better?”

“Simon—” Surely he’s joking, right? He doesn’t actually want you to kiss him, he’s just playing around…but his cheeks are slightly red, and he’s playing with his hands nervously, and his pupils are blown wide with affection.

So, you lean up, one hand coming up to rest on his shoulder for balance, and ever so gently, you press your lips to the band-aid on his neck. Almost immediately, he tilts his head down towards you and takes your face gently in his hands.

“Can I—” You cut him off, closing the distance between the two of you and kissing him in a way that’s sweet and sad and heavy and unbelievably perfect.

The moment you pull away, he leans in quickly to steal another quick kiss, and an airy little laugh comes spilling from you.

“I love you.” You say, a little too drunk on the feeling of his lips against yours to stop yourself. His wide smile is a pleasant surprise.

“I love you too.” He says, because, well, of course he does.

You don’t know how you never put all the pieces together. You two had always been close, he was more affectionate with you than he was with anyone else, he always laughed at your jokes and listened when you talked, he was there when you needed someone to talk to, he lit up at the sight of you—how had you missed that?

“Can you stay the night?” You ask, he nods.

“Yeah, can’t just leave you here all alone…also, no way I’m walking the rest of the way home by myself.” He says. You laugh.

“That’s fair.”

Too tired to go through any sort of normal bedtime routine, the two of you make your way into your room and collapse onto your bed.

He looks at you fondly, face pressed against your mattress.

“You’ve got such a good face.” He says, drawing a burst of tired laughter from you.

“You’ve got a good face, too. And good hair, and good eyes.” He smiles, cheeks flushed a pleasant red.

“I love you so much.” He says.

“I love you too…sorry it took so long for me to tell you that.” You say. He smiles.

“It’s okay, I didn’t say anything either.” He says.

“Took us almost dying, huh?“ He laughs.

“Fuck, I guess it did.”

“I…I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.” You say. His smile softens.

“I don’t know what I’d have done without you.” He says, leaning over to kiss your forehead.

“Y’know, I probably smell. Like blood and sweat, and monster goop.” Simon shrugs.

“Whatever, so do I.”

“I’m too tired to shower.” He sits up and scoots back on your bed, burrowing under the blankets and gesturing for you to join him.

You slide in behind him, his back against your chest. He’s warm, and you wrap your arms protectively around his torso, pressing your nose into the soft space between his neck and shoulder.

“Love you.” He murmurs, taking one of your hands in his.

“Love you too.” You say. “I’m really glad we didn’t get murdered.”

“Me too, shit, I don’t ever wanna be that scared again.” He says, you kiss his shoulder softly.

“Well, if we ever do get chased by immortal zombie serial killers again, I’ll always be there to protect you.”

“Promise?” He asks, you chuckle and kiss his shoulder again, squeezing his hand.

“Promise.”

#simon kalivoda x reader #simon kalivoda #fear street simon #fear street #Fear Street x reader #fear street 1994 #fear street trilogy #x reader #fluff #request

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thenigotthisfamily · 2 years

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Hi! Can you please write a story where Yelena gets insecure about Natasha’s sisterly relationship with Kate and secretly she worries that Natasha might not love her so much anymore so she decides to do everything she can to try to be the best little sister for Natasha. Natasha notices that Yelena is being really sweet and shy and she isn’t her usual mischievous self. Maybe in the end, Natasha comforts Yelena and reassures her and tickles her to make her stop worrying. Thank you!

Thanks so much for this request! Sorry it took me so long to get to it. I've been super busy and inspiration is coming slower than it used to. But this was a really fun one to write. Hope you like it!

Word count: 4,280

It had only been a week since Natasha retired as an Avenger and she was already back in New York. This time though, not as an Avenger, but a tourist of all things. It was a strange experience, doing something so normal. When Natasha asked Yelena where she wanted to go, the blonde had said back to New York City. It had surprised Natasha at first, but she understood it. There was so much Yelena still wanted to see in the city and vacationing in New York was a cliché the sisters never thought they would be able to fulfill.

“Poser look at this!” Yelena drags Natasha excitedly through the Museum of Natural History toward a large dinosaur fossil. “It’s like real life…what was that movie with the dinosaur called again?”

“Jurassic Park?”

“Nooo silly. The one in the museum.”

Natasha blinks. “Night at the Museum??”

“Yeah! They had a dinosaur like this one!”

“Yelena that movie was literally based on this museum.”

“Whatever.” Yelena brushes the comment off as she continues to tug her sister through the exhibit to get closer to the dinosaur.

The blonde then pauses and looks over at her sister curiously. “Do you think they’ll make movies about us?”

Natasha chuckles, “I can’t imagine how that would go.”

“They would probably make a ton of money. The Avengers are a lot of things, but boring isn’t one of them.”

The redhead grins, “I’m not an Avenger anymore Rooskaya.”

Yelena rolls her eyes, “As if they’d leave you out of the movies. You saved half the universe! You deserve your own trilogy of movies as far as I’m concerned.”

Natasha shakes her head, “I don’t know about that. I don’t think my past is something people want to see or know about.”

Yelena softens at that, knowing Natasha was speaking more about herself than anything else. Neither widow wanted to even think about the Red Room anymore. “Well, they don’t have to be about that. They could be about your time Avenging. Oh! They could make one about how I totally kicked your ass in that apartment in Budapest.”

Natasha rolls her eyes, “And everyone would clearly see that I was just trying not to hurt you.”

“Sureee, whatever Poser.” Yelena’s eyes sparkle. “They could also make one about how you came back from the dead and we reunited! People would love that.”

The redhead pokes her sister playfully, finding the conversation a bit ridiculous if not endearing. “Why don’t you make the movie then Lena, we have a bunch of free time now.”

“Maybe I will.” Yelena says stubbornly. “Maybe the next phase of our careers is to be Hollywood actresses.”

Natasha snorts, “Absolutely not.”

“Why not? Being a spy is basically acting for a living anyway. You’d be perfect at it Tasha!”

“Maybe. But still no.”

Yelena pouts, “But who’s going to play my sister then? Some random actress? They’d never be able to get our dynamic right!”

Natasha rolls her eyes at the pout on Yelena’s lips. “Lena, this is a hypothetical situation that will never happen. And I’m sure if they really wanted to make a movie about us, they could find very capable actresses to portray us.”

The blonde just pouts harder, “But I want you to be my sister!”

“I literally am your sister!”

“But I want you to be my sister in every universe, even the in movies.” Yelena gives Natasha the biggest puppy dog eyes ever as she says it.

Natasha softens at that and leans her forehead against Yelena’s. “Lena, Wanda has travelled to many other universes and said we are sisters in all of them.”

Yelena smiles a bit at the words but pokes Natasha’s nose with hers. “I know but still.”

The redhead sighs and rolls her eyes slightly. “Fine, if they ever made a movie about us, I’ll be your sister.” If Natasha’s honest with herself, she would do anything for Yelena, even if the blonde randomly asked her to jump off a cliff, she would without hesitation. The spy doesn’t think her sister would appreciate that sentiment though, cliffs were a touchy subject for them.

The blonde grins in triumph, “Yes! Besides, they could never find someone to perfectly capture my mix of sass, cuteness, and skill.”

The spy chuckles and presses a kiss to her sister’s brow. Natasha figures it was true, it would be near impossible to get a person to play her perfect baby sister properly. If that actress existed, Natasha would be super impressed. “Well, either way, if they made a movie about us, you would definitely be everyone’s favorite part little one.”

The blonde melts at the words and nuzzles her nose against Natasha’s cheek. “Only because everyone would love how much I annoy you Poser.”

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” The redhead pinches Yelena’s cheek and smirks before heading off to another exhibit. Yelena quickly following behind with a grin.

The sisters walk around a bit longer but then Yelena begins to get bored, so they leave and find themselves roaming the streets of New York City. They had already seen the Empire State Building, the Statue of Liberty, and the new Avengers monument at Yelena’s insistence. Natasha had been glad she was in a slight disguise for that. It wasn’t much, just sunglasses and a hoodie, but she’s sure it saved her from getting mobbed by dozens of people there.

It occurs to the black widow that she doesn’t think she’s ever walked around a city purely for enjoyment. Usually she would be scoping out the area for a mission. Or training other Avengers in drills. Or fighting aliens. She finds that being able to walk around and sightsee is a nice change of pace. Especially with her favorite person in the world by her side.

The spy is about to suggest they go to Times Square when her phone buzzes. She frowns as she pulls it out, wondering if Steve was already asking her to come back. To her surprise it isn’t Steve, but a text from Kate.

Hi Natasha! Sorry if it’s weird I’m texting you. I texted Yelena first, but she didn’t answer me. Typical. Anyway, I heard you guys were in the city and was wondering if you wanted to meet up? I’d love to see you both!

Yelena pauses when she realizes her sister is looking at her phone. “Don’t tell me they already want you back.”

Natasha shakes her head, “No, it’s Kate. She wants to know if we want to meet up with her.”

The blonde’s eyebrows furrow, wondering when Kate feeling comfortable enough to text Natasha was a thing.

The redhead seems to sense Yelena’s vague annoyance as she explains, “She said she texted you first, but you didn’t answer.”

Yelena huffs and looks at her phone. Sure enough, there was an unread message from Kate from a few hours earlier. “Whatever.”

Nat laughs and ruffles her sister’s hair to try to ease some of Yelena’s annoyance. “Come on Rooskaya, let’s meet up with Kate. Maybe she can show us some places we don’t know about since she lives here.”

The blonde rolls her eyes but begrudgingly nods. She didn’t like people interfering with her time with Natasha, but she supposes she has grown fond of Kate too. Not that she would ever say that in a million lifetimes.

About a half hour later, the sisters are meeting Kate outside her old apartment.

“Hi guys!” Kate grins with nervous excitement at the widows. She still wasn’t completely sure how to act around them, but she was starting to feel a lot more comfortable with the sisters, especially with Natasha who had been training her before she left the Avengers. With Yelena, well, Kate never knew if the blonde was going to be her best friend one day or kill her the next. It was hard to figure out.

“Hi Kate.” Natasha grins widely and offers the archer a hug which Kate happily accepts.

Yelena huffs at the interaction and Kate looks to her as she pulls away from the redhead. “Don’t look at me Kate Bishop, I’m not hugging you.”

Kate shakes her head, used to Yelena’s quips. Natasha rolls her eyes and pokes her sister’s cheek in teasing. “Let’s get some food Kate, Yelena’s grumpy.”

The blonde swats at her sister in annoyance as Natasha just chuckles and shares an amused look with Kate.

Yelena feels slight jealousy at the interaction. Usually the people Natasha shared knowing looks with were Yelena and some of the Avengers she had known for years. Kate had only known Natasha a few months and the two already seemed really close. It suddenly made the blonde feel slightly self-conscious about her place with the redhead. But then Natasha is tugging on her elbow to pull her towards food, and she pushes the feeling down, hoping a meal would make her feel better.

They eat at a ridiculously expensive restaurant. Natasha had Tony’s credit card and she had no qualms about spending the billionaire’s money. Avengers technically don’t get paid, but she’s figured she’s earned more than a lifetime’s worth of Tony’s money just from the countless times she’s saved his life.

“So Kate, how are things going at the compound?”

Yelena glances at her sister. She can tell Natasha is trying to sound indifferent but is eager to know what is going on. Once an Avenger, always an Avenger.

“Well, I can say that Tony and Steve really miss you.”

The blonde’s eyebrows shoot up, slightly surprised Kate had figured out what Natasha was wanting to hear so quickly. It was clear her sister and the other archer were closer than she thought.

Meanwhile Nat just rolls her eyes. “Well I haven’t gotten any calls yet so.”

“Yeah but Clint and I set up a jar where they have to put a dollar in every time one of them threatens or wishes to call you for help. I swear there is already over a hundred dollars in there and it’s only been a week.”

The redhead groans, “I guess this is a good learning exercise for them then.”

Kate laughs. “We miss you in training the most though. Clint has taken over but it’s not the same.”

Natasha raises an eyebrow. She knows the archer adored Clint more than anyone else at the compound.

Kate shrugs, “He’s just not as patient of a teacher. Plus not as good a fighter.” The brunette grins at the spy who smirks back.

“No arguments from me on that one. But I don’t have to tell you that Clint is an amazing agent and you’ll learn so much from him. And if you want to work on hand-to-hand combat, you can contact me anytime. I’ll still be around.”

Kate’s eyes widen, “Really?”

Natasha grins, “Yeah, anytime.”

Yelena frowns at the words. Her and Natasha had so many things planned together now that the redhead was retired. Did Natasha intend to drop all that if Kate called?

“Thanks Nat! It’s nice to know I can have the best fighter on speed dial.” Kate pauses and glances nervously at Yelena, hoping the other girl wouldn’t kill her for the statement. “Uh, I mean. Best redheaded fighter?”

The blonde scowls a bit, less annoyed that Kate had called her sister a better fighter and more annoyed that Kate seemed to be growing more comfortable with Natasha by the minute. It was clear the girl looked up to the spy as a mentor already and she could easily see how Kate could one day replace Yelena’s spot as a younger sister figure to Natasha.

“Aw thanks Kate. It’s nice to hear the truth from someone finally. Lena here will never admit I’m the best fighter.” Natasha grins teasingly at her sister.

Yelena stiffens at that. Could it be that Natasha was starting to like Kate better because she actually complimented the redhead rather than teased her all the time?

The blonde’s eyes flicker as she realizes the other two are looking at her strangely. “Um, no you’re right Kate. Natasha is a better fighter. The best.”

Kate looks at Yelena as if the girl has suddenly gone crazy while Natasha gazes at her sister in concern. Never in a million years did Natasha think she’d witness the day her sister told Kate she was right about something, especially not about Natasha being the better fighter. The ex-Avenger senses something wrong in the statement, feeling like her baby sister had just become incredibly sad in that moment and she didn’t know why.

“Lena-“ She’s interrupted by the server coming to ask for their order.

When the waiter leaves, Natasha glances worriedly at her sister but it’s clear the blonde doesn’t want to be asked anything at that moment so she leaves it alone.

Much of the dinner passes with Kate and Natasha being the main ones to talk. Kate tells them about the recent mission preparation at the compound and Natasha shares stories of the sisters’ adventures the last few days. It’s nice to catch up with Kate, the redhead had a soft spot in her heart for the girl and sometimes missed training her, not that Natasha ever would tell Yelena that. However, her heart isn’t really in the conversation as she keeps glancing with a mixture of confusion and worry at her sister.

Yelena had barely said anything the entire dinner. Just ate her food in silence which was extremely concerning to Natasha since Yelena loved to talk with her mouth full and ramble about whatever thoughts were on her mind. It was a trait she found absolutely adorable, if not a bit messy, about the blonde. However, now she sat mostly in silence, and when Yelena did talk, it was only ever to ask Kate a question or agree politely with what was said. To be honest, it was throwing both Kate and Natasha for a loop. Yelena hardly went 5 seconds without teasing or try to annoy either of them, so for the blonde to be as polite as she is now is very strange.

Towards the end of their meal, Natasha picks up a fry and turns to her sister. “I challenge you to a sword fight.” Fighting with French fries was a favorite activity of Yelena’s in restaurants and Natasha hopes it might brighten up her sister a bit.

However, to her shock, Yelena just shakes her head. “Come on, you don’t like when people play with their food Natasha. You’ve said that to me a million times.” Natasha stares in bewilderment at Yelena for a second, glancing at Kate who was looking just as perplexed. Something was very wrong with the assassin.

The redhead quickly pays for the meal and the three head back outside. Kate turns to Natasha, “If you guys don’t have a place to stay yet, you’re welcome at my mom’s place. There’s 5 guest bedrooms.”

Natasha glances at Yelena, about to turn the offer down so that she could be alone with her sister to figure out what the heck was going on but then the blonde interjects.

“That sounds lovely Kate, thank you.”

Kate and Natasha again look at the girl strangely, but Yelena just fiddles with her jacket, pretending not to notice their scrutiny.

“Um ok. Well great! It’s right this way.”

Kate leads them back to her childhood home. Natasha is glancing worriedly at her sister the entire way, but Yelena doesn’t even look her in the eye.

The blonde knows Natasha is wondering why she’s acting so strange. So nice. But Yelena feels the need to show Natasha that she can be a gracious and grown-up human being rather than one that tries to tease and annoy the redhead all the time.

She thinks back to earlier that day when she said people would love seeing in a movie how much she annoyed Natasha. Maybe that was still true, but seeing her sister interact with Kate made her start to doubt that Natasha actually enjoyed Yelena’s constant teasing and pestering. After all, they had just had a huge fight about Yelena’s childish ways less than a week ago and maybe Natasha was only tolerating Yelena’s antics because they were sisters. It sure seemed like Natasha appreciated Kate who obviously revered the spy and never teased and annoyed the redhead. So if that was what Natasha wanted, that is what Yelena would try to be.

They get to Kate’s house and the brunette ushers them inside and gives them a tour, obviously well-aware of how to be a hostess considering her upbringing.

“Would you guys like anything to drink?”

“Some water would be great, thanks Kate,” Natasha says absently while observing her sister. She’s hoping the request will remove Kate from the room long enough so she can ask Yelena about what is going on.

However, as soon as Natasha says the words, Yelena jumps up. “I’ll get it.”

Kate and Natasha look at the blonde strangely again. “Um Yelena, you don’t know where it is,” Kate says timidly.

“It’s just water Kate Bishop, I think I can figure it out.” Yelena suddenly realizes how sarcastic that sounded and tries to remedy the comment, not wanting Natasha to think she was rude to their host. “I just mean, you’re hosting us, so the least I can do is get us our own water.”

Kate tilts her head in confusion, “Right…okay. Sure, go ahead.” The archer is honestly completely flummoxed by how Yelena is acting.

Yelena nods and heads off toward the kitchen.

As soon as she’s gone Kate looks at Natasha. She knows widows have crazy good hearing so she whispers quietly, “Um, is something wrong with Yelena? She’s acting really…nice. It’s scary.”

Natasha sighs, thinking she finally figured out what is going on. She raises her hand to indicate to Kate not to worry about it.

Yelena comes back in a second later and hands Natasha a glass of water. The redhead takes the glass, wanting to test her theory. “You didn’t spit in it did you?”

The blonde’s eyes flash with something like her usual mischief but it’s quickly covered up by a serious, polite look. “No Natasha, it’s just water. Just like you asked.”

The redhead feels thrown off kilter by Yelena calling her by her name and not Poser. But now she definitely knew what was going on.

“Um Kate, I’m pretty tired, could you show us to one of the rooms?” Natasha isn’t feeling tired at all, but she needed to get to the bottom of this.

“Yeah of course!” Kate looks at Natasha, knowing the redhead is really just trying to get some time alone with her sister to figure out what was wrong.

She gets up and brings them to the largest guest bedroom. “Here you are! There’s another room right next to it if you want.” Kate knows the sisters share a room but figures she’d offer them a second room just in case. Especially considering how weird Yelena was acting.

“Thanks Kate.” Natasha smiles in gratitude at the archer.

Kate nods and heads off to her own room.

As soon as Kate leaves, Yelena turns to go to the other room. Natasha frowns, “Where are you going Rooskaya?”

“To sleep in the other room.” Yelena says it as if it was the most obvious thing in the word.

“But why?”

“I know I steal the covers and take up too much of the bed and you don’t like it.”

Natasha blinks and stares at Yelena in bewilderment. She then comes up with a plan and a large grin forms on her lips. The redhead moves quickly to tackle her sister to the bed, digging her fingers into the blonde’s armpits.

“Tasha what are you doing!” Yelena writhes under her sister and giggles start to escape her, no matter how hard she tries to keep her composure.

“Showing you how ridiculous you’re being.” Natasha continues to tickle her sister’s sides before blowing a raspberry on Yelena’s stomach.

Now the blonde bursts out into laughter, “TASHA STOPPP!”

“Nope! You were being all weird and not yourself so I’m going to tickle you until I find the real Yelena.”

The older sister grins wickedly as she tickles under Yelena’s knees, causing the girl to try to kick her unsuccessfully. The blonde squeals in laughter and annoyance.

“POSER!” Yelena wiggles under her sister but is unable to muster up enough energy to throw Natasha off due to her constant laughter.

“Hmm close.”

Natasha digs her fingers into Yelena’s feet, tickling the most sensitive spot on the bottom of her foot. Yelena struggles and tries to stick her toes up Natasha’s nose, knowing her feet were smelly.

The redhead chuckles and swats away the feet, “Closer.” She continues to expertly pin down her sister and tickle the blonde’s feet and knees mercilessly.

Yelena is laughing from the tickling but also in pure joy now too. She knows her sister is trying to cheer her up and it’s working. However, she’s also growing really tired from all the tickling. “S-s-stoppp TASHA!”

“Nope. I’m still waiting for the real Yelena.”

“I’m r-r-right hereee!” Yelena giggles desperately, not knowing what Natasha was looking for at this point.

“Still not right.”

“сука.”

Natasha laughs, starting to slow her movements. “Ah there’s the sassy baby sister I know and love.”

As soon as Natasha’s tickles slow down enough, Yelena flips them over, causing the redhead to grunt as Yelena lands with full force on top of her. “I hate you Poser.”

The redhead just chuckles, reaching up and scratching the hairs on the back of Yelena’s neck, causing the blonde to hum at the affection. “I missed you little one.”

Yelena huffs, “I’ve been with you the entire day.”

Natasha rolls her eyes, “Yeah but you’ve been trying to be someone you’re not the last 4 hours. It was scary. I missed the real Yelena Belova.”

Yelena softens at that, looking suddenly very insecure. “But the real Yelena is sarcastic and sometimes rude and is constantly trying to tease and prank you and get you to be in hypothetical movies with her.”

“Not to mention she hogs the bed.” Natasha adds with a smirk.

Yelena frowns deeper at that, trying to shift off her sister but Natasha grabs her back and presses their foreheads together.

“Little one, I love everything about the real Yelena. Including all the teasing, pranking, coercing, and bed hogging.”

“But you deserve a sister who is all gracious and nice and never says a bad word about you like Kate.”

Natasha sighs, “Lena, Kate is just like that around me because she doesn’t feel fully comfortable with me yet.”

“She looks up to you.”

“Yes, which is nice and all that, but we both know Kate can be just as sassy and sarcastic as you. She certainly is with Clint. We just don’t have that relationship. Besides, I don’t need a nice little sister when I have the perfect mischievous one right here.” Natasha kisses Yelena’s nose to prove the point.

Yelena huffs. She still didn’t know how Natasha put up with her antics, but she could see the sincerity in her sister’s eyes and figured it wasn’t worth getting into a dispute over. She buries her face in Natasha’s neck, feeling better already.

“I am way more sassy and sarcastic than Kate Bishop,” Yelena mumbles against her sister’s neck.

The redhead laughs. “True.”

Yelena tilts her head up with a smirk, “And I’m a better fighter than you.”

“False.”

Natasha immediately flips them over to prove her point. They suddenly find themselves rolling around the bed in an intense sibling wrestling/pillow fight. Eventually they both fall onto the floor, causing the lamp beside them to crash and break.

“Uh, are you guys okay?” Kate hollers out in a panicked voice.

Natasha sighs and gets up to open the door for the archer. “Yeah, sorry Kate.”

“Poser started a wrestling match and broke your lamp. Very immature of her.” Yelena calls from behind her sister.

Natasha rolls her eyes, “She said she took back what she said earlier about me being the best fighter so I was proving how wrong her opinion was. Sorry about the lamp.”

Kate can’t help but smile as she looks back and forth between, glad to see Yelena was clearly a lot better now. “No worries, it was an ugly lamp that Jack bought anyway.”

“You’re right, it needed to go anyway Kate Bishop.” Yelena says as she tosses the pieces of the lamp in the trash.

Kate rolls her eyes, “So Natasha, did you prove you are by far the best fighter?” The brunette smirks, feeling so glad that Yelena is finally back to normal again that she doesn’t think about what her comment will instigate.

Natasha raises an eyebrow, “Oh Kate. I may be the better fighter, but I’m not going to stop her from what she’s about to do.”

Kate’s eyes widen as she glances at Yelena over Natasha’s shoulder. The blonde is looking at her with so much mischief and annoyance that she knows what is about to happen. Kate squeal and quickly runs down the stairs to escape the blonde’s wrath even though she knows it’s a futile endeavor. She knows she’s about to get the life tickled out of her if she runs or not but figures she’d at least try to get away.

The blonde assassin in hot on her heals as the two girls race through the house, causing more expensive stuff to crash to the ground in their wake.

“I’ll show you who the best fighter is Kate Bishop!”

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mumblelard · 1 year

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alma or forced bulbs are slow motion fireworks that lull you into thinking you still have plenty of time to put them down and back away to a safe distance but you hold on too long and bang all of the kids in the village call you three-fingers mumblelard

#she thinks the nice lady's slow predictable movements would make her easy to hunt #windowsill #crackers #screamers #bangers #wickfizzes #three-fingers mumblelard #keep passing the open windows #flowers #bulbs #amaryllis #i remember damage #in nature dead dinosaurs are just as normal as live dinosaurs #a woman named drown #north fulton county #end of message

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firecraker-j · 2 years

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Sentai Main Villain Motives, 45th anniversary edition:

Black Cross Army: “WORLD DOMINATION!”

Crime: “ALSO WORLD DOMINATION!”

Egos: “Yeah, you know those terrible events that have been plaguing mankind? That was us.”

Vader: “I hate nice things! Everything should be ugly like me!”

Black Magma: “I am a normal-sized brain!”

Deathdark: “I am a single gene organism who will rule the world with dark science!”

Jashinka: “Once I get 10 tails, I WILL BECOME A GOD AND RULE OVER EVERYTHING!” “That’s BS, dad! I have zero tails and I STILL kicked your ass!”

New Gear: “I REJECT MY HUMANITY!”

Gozma: “I was Unicroning before Unicron was even a thing!”

Mess: “I’ll kidnap a thousand children in the name of space science!” (Rewind) “I’ll kidnap a thousand children in the name of space science!” (Rewind) “I’ll kidnap a thousand children in the name of space science!” (Rewind)

Tube: “Peace Shmeace, my dad says we take on those surface dwellers.”

Volt: “Once I get the 12 brains of the smartest people on earth, I WILL LIVE FOREVER!”

Boma: “We will destroy the humans and fairies because fuck ‘em both for being such goodie goodies!”

Zone: “I am a sentient spaceship with a god complex!”

Vyram: “Fuck humans...”

Bandora: “I WILL AVENGE MY DEAD SON BY BULLYING CHILDREN!!!!”

Gorma: “Peace Shmeace, We just want to rule the world, and we’ll keep trying to do so, even if it takes...FOREVER!”

Yokai: “I am the living embodiment of humanity’s darkest thoughts and you can’t kill humanity’s darkest thoughts!”

Baranoia: “Fuck humans...machines are better!”

Bowzock: “We’re going to blow up Earf, in order to build a massive highway. Don’t tell Douglas Adams though...”

Nejire: “Your daughter dies in a science experiment gone wrong AND THEY LABEL YOU!”

Balban: “Arrgh, the Earth’s lifeforce will be the crown jewel in our collection!”

Psyma Family: “Children? Oh, you mean the soilders I made to possess my evil!”

Londerz: “Oh, I don’t have a real motive... I’M JUST FUCKING CRAZY!”

Orgs: “We’re just evil by nature.”

Jakanja: “We need Earth to rot, so that way ‘IT’ will appear, and by ‘IT’ I mean the ability to rebuild the world in my own dreamy image!”

Evolians: “Must becomes whole... must turn Another Earth into a wasteland to erase inferior lifeforms.”

Alienizer: “I am TRYING to run a legitimate evil space business, but these damn space cops keep STICKING THIER NOSES WHERE THEY DON’T BELONG!”

Infershia: “No Magic means no hope, so Magic, GET IN MY BELLEH!!!!”

Negative Syndicate: “With these ancient magic treasures, we will resurrect the ancient race of my people and become gods!” “Also rule the world in the name of dinosaurs!” “Also to sell the treasure for a fortune!” “And also to destroy the world because fuck it!”

Mugenryu: “Living forever can get really boring so I’ve decided to screw with everyone for my own amusement.”

Gaiark: “Screw it! I’ll Pollute the Earth for our survival myself! Even if I have to step over my son’s underlings to do so.”

Geddoushuu: “I was just born angry!”

Brajira: *In a Robert DeNiro Voice* “I will rebuild this unsalvagable world and become the new world’s messiah!”

Zangyack: “We’re evil space tyrants, what more do you need?”

Vagrass: *In a French accent* “I will become the new Messiah and rebuild this world in my own perfect image!!!”

Deboss: “We’re collecting human emotions to roll out the big boss’ red carpet! Btw, our boss has a boss.”

Shadow Line: “Same. Except I want pretty, pretty, shiny, shinies.”

Kibaoni: “Same. Only I have more steps. Also, my dad never loved me and I’m lonely because of it.”

Deathgalien: “Genocide and world annihilation is just a game to us! Also, I’m a hive-mind of worthless mooks and I hate it!”

Jark Matter: “I am the living embodiment of every negative feeling in the galaxy and nothing will stop me from resetting the universe so that everyone is as miserable as I am!”

Ganglar: “We’re a crime syndicate from another dimension, what more do you need? Also, fuck humans.”

Druidon: “You know, maybe The Ryusoul Tribe AND the Druidon we’re big mistakes, I should just reset the whole planet...”

Yodonheim: “I do what I want and that’s all that matters! If it’s necessary to screw with the world, then screw it!”

Tojitendo Multiverse God: “These guys just wanted to take over the multiverse, nothing special. Me on the other hand? I don’t feel like working anymore, I mean ‘create, destroy, create, destroy’ it’s getting boring. I’m just gonna seal all worlds away out of pure laziness…”

#tokusatsu #super sentai

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pterodactylterrace · 3 years

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Guys Like You

Title: Guys Like You

Chapter: 5

Chapter Summary: Dinner and a movie is considered a date, right? Even if your rambunctious toddler is running around? Not that this was a date or anything, though that didn’t stop Faye from calling it one in her head.

Rating: 18+

Warnings: Light smut? It gets heated, ok. Adults only, please.

Words: Just under 3K for this chapter.

{Prologue} {Chapter 1} {Chapter 2} {Chapter 3} {Chapter 4}

Faye was stirred from her much needed slumber by the smell of something cooking, her empty stomach growling at the prospect of food. It took a second for her hazy brain to wonder just why she was smelling food when she lived alone with her three year old daughter. Her eyes flew open in panic as she leapt from the couch, rushing to the kitchen and catching herself on the doorframe when the dizziness from her frantic movements caught up with her.

"Briar!" She gasped, wide eyes searching the kitchen for her daughter.

"Mommy!" Briar cheered, bouncing happily from her perch on Henry's left hip.

"Henry?" Faye asked, shaking her head to try and clear the fog of sleep and adrenaline, desperate to make sense of what she was seeing. Why was Superman in her home, holding her daughter?

"Sorry if we woke you." Henry apologized, glancing back her way and continuing to stir something on the stove. "Turns out Briar is a huge fan of broccoli."

"Brockey!" Briar yelled, looking up at Henry expectantly.

"Shh, Mommy just woke up." Henry soothed, handing her another raw floret.

"What? Why is she yelling for more broccoli? Is that my apron?"

"Are you alright? Would you like some tea?" Henry asked cautiously, his brows knitting together at his host's confused state.

"Who willingly drinks tea?"

"You are in England, Miss Warren. Tea is very important here." Henry scolded playfully, hoping she would come back to her senses.

"England? I'm in England and Superman is in my kitchen, wearing my fucking donut apron? Why are you holding my baby? What's going on?"

"Faye, are you awake?" Henry asked, setting Briar down and wiping his hands off on the apron as he slowly approached her like she was a wild animal, unpredictable and liable to pounce.

"Yeah, I'm... I'm getting there." Faye sighed, rubbing her hands over her face, hoping to scrub away the fog of sleep. "I smelled something cooking, and I forgot you were over and I thought Briar got into something-"

"No, no. Briar's fine, I've been minding her. You laid down for a nap because you weren't feeling well, remember?" Henry gently prodded, brushing her dyed strands up and away from her forehead, his palm lingering to check for any sign of a fever.

"That's right. I'm sorry." Faye sighed, subconsciously leaning into his touch. "Briar just gets into everything and sometimes I just panic without thinking."

"No need to panic, the little one is fine."

"Brocky, Henry! Brocky, Brocky!" Briar insisted, her tiny hands grasping his thumb and little finger, trying to drag him back to the counter.

"You have a problem, little missy!" Henry chuckled, letting himself be drug back by the toddler.

"It yummy! Mmm!"

"You can sit down and rest, if you'd like. You look like you were about to pass out in the doorway."

"That's because I almost did pass out." Faye grumbled.

"Is this something to be concerned about?"

"I just jumped up from a dead sleep and sprinted across the house. Pretty sure head rush is normal after that. What are you cooking?"

"Well, I don't know what you had planned, but Miss Briar requested dinosaur nuggets and broccoli with cheese."

"Requested or demanded?" Faye scoffed, finally coming back to her senses fully.

"Demanded. Quite firmly, actually. Though she has just been eating the broccoli raw instead."

"Briar? Can you do Mommy a favor and set the table, please?" Faye requested, looking down at her daughter, happily stuffing the raw vegetable into her mouth.

"Ok, Mommy!" Briar agreed around her mouthful, small bits of green escaping her lips as she spoke. She scurried over to one of the cabinets under the counter and pulled out her plastic Frozen themed dishes, running over to the small table with them clutched to her chest. "Mommy, you get Anna, I get Elsa, and Henry can get Kristoff!" Briar decided, placing the different plates around the table.

"That's great sweetie, now can you go potty and wash your hands before dinner, please?" Faye instructed, Briar dutifully dashing off past her mother to accomplish her tasks.

"I'm sorry for just dumping her off on you like that." Faye apologized, moving to stand next to Henry and survey what he had been cooking.

"You didn't dump her off on me. I offered, remember?" Henry reminded, rolling his eyes and bumping her shoulder playfully, grabbing her around the waist when his good-natured jostling threw his tiny host off balance and almost to the floor.

"That was a deliberate attempt on my life." Faye declared dramatically, gripping his forearm as she regained her footing.

"My sincerest apologies, your majesty. Next time I'll make sure to do the job properly."

"Oh, thank goodness, I've grown quite tired of this whole living thing. Death sounds quite charming. Quite charming indeed."

"Please tell me that wasn't your attempt at a British accent."

"My British accent is way more convincing than yours." Faye declared, sticking her tongue out at him teasingly and bumping his tree trunk of a thigh with her hip.

"Ah, you've crippled me." Henry groaned, slowly leaning his weight onto her shoulder. "You're going to have to carry me for the rest of my life now."

"You've got another leg! Hop!" Faye groaned, pushing back against his muscular chest.

"Mommy, I'm back!" Briar announced as she came running back into the kitchen.

"Did you wash your hands?" Faye asked, raising a brow at the tiny girl.

"Umm... hold on!"

"That was a no." Faye chuckled, pushing harder against Henry.

"Seems like it." Henry agreed, dramatically draping his arms over her shoulders and leaning on her harder. "Now about my wounded leg."

"Your wounded leg? I'm pretty sure my ass took more damage than your thick ass leg did!"

"Oh, really? Now how should I rectify that?"

"Obviously you should be the one carrying me around." Faye joked, yelping in surprise when she found herself hoisted up and tossed over his shoulder like she weighed nothing at all. Stupid Henry with his stupid muscles.

"Now if you want me carrying you, you really should stop kicking." Henry scolded, pinning her legs down with an arm around her thighs.

"What are you going to do about it?" Faye challenged, continuing to kick her feet childishly. A squeal escaped her throat and her mouth dropped open in surprise when he unashamedly pinched her left ass cheek. "Mr. Cavill!"

"Miss Warren!" Henry responded, setting her down in the seat marked with the plastic Anna plate.

"Mommy, I washed my hands!"

"Did you use soap?" Faye questioned, her heated glare never leaving Henry's eyes.

"Hold on!" Briar gasped, running off again.

"Does that child walk anywhere?" Henry asked, shaking his head at the little girl.

"Not really. She always runs from place to place like the FBI is pounding on her door and she has to go flush her little stash."

"What exactly is she stashing?"

"God only knows."

After dinner, Henry offered to clean up the kitchen, Briar practically dragging Faye down the hall, insisting that it was bath time. Thankfully he was still in the kitchen when Briar had gotten out of the bath and made a naked dash back to her room, squealing with laughter as her mother desperately tried to catch her with the towel.

"Briar, we've talked about this." Faye scolded as she snatched the little girl up and carried her to her princess themed room. "You can't run around naked when other people are over."

"I'm nakie!" Briar giggled, pressing a sloppy kiss to her mother's cheek.

"Yes, you are. We gotta un-nakie you now so you can go to bed." Faye coaxed, setting her daughter back down to rummage through her drawers for pajamas.

"I wanna wear panties!"

"No, love. You're still having accidents at night. You need to wear a diaper to bed." Faye explained, pulling out her daughter's unicorn onesie.

"Ok." Briar relented, scurrying across the room to the box that held her diapers. "I want a story!"

"Which story?" Faye asked, sitting on the edge of her bed as her daughter tugged on her pull up.

"Umm... hmm...." Briar hummed to herself, tapping her index finger against her chin as she thought. "Dinosaur book!"

"The one about the dinosaur cleaning it's room?" Faye confirmed, helping her daughter into her pajamas, booping her nose when she zipped her up.

"Yeah, yeah!" Briar agreed with excitement, rushing over to her little bookshelf and pulling it out for her mother.

"Alright, let's get you tucked in."

Twenty minutes, two stories, one night light, eight stuffed animals and at least half a dozen good night kisses later, Faye finally closed her daughter's door, fully expecting Henry to be ready to leave by then.

To her surprise, he seemed to have made himself at home, sitting in the middle of her couch, scrolling through her Netflix account.

"Find anything good?" Faye asked, plopping down next to him and curling up against one of the arm rests.

"Well, The Witcher looks pretty promising, but it's a series. Don't think we have time to watch it all in one night." He mused, shooting her a playful smile.

"I've heard about that one. It has great costuming and make up design."

"That it does." Henry agreed, continuing to scroll through the various movies and shows.

"You find something to watch, I'll get movie snacks." Faye delegated, pushing herself back up and heading back to the kitchen. This was happening. This was really happening! She grabbed a bag of chips (or crisps, as Mrs. Anderson called them) and cookies (biscuits, dear) along with a couple bottles of hard cider. Henry rose a brow at her beverage selection, to which Faye shrugged and popped the cap off of hers, offering the opener to Henry as she sat back down.

"You don't have to go out of your way on my account." Henry pointed out, removing the cap from his own bottle.

"Oh, sorry. Did you want water or a juice box instead?" Faye sassed, taking a slow pull from her drink, Henry's eyes instantly being drawn to the way her lips curled around the mouth of the bottle.

"So, uh... I hope a horror movie is alright. It was the first thing that really jumped out at me."

"It's fine, but if I run out screaming, you have to fight the monsters all on your own."

"Toss me a coin." Henry shrugged, hitting the play button and settling back.

It had started out slowly, really. Faye began by inching toward Henry's side as the movie gained intensity, finally pressing herself into him, wide eyes fixed on the screen as one hand nervously clutched the front of his shirt. Next was his arm, wrapping around her and pulling her in closer. All just to comfort her, of course. He had no ulterior motive whatsoever.

Then she started hiding her face in his chest during intense sequences, pressing closer to him with every passing moment. After that, he'd rested his cheek on top of her head, his other arm reaching over and squeezing her hip reassuringly.

During the climax of the movie, Faye found herself halfway on top of him, the side of her face pressed into his chest as she bravely tried to continue watching the film out of the corner of her eye. That was when Henry took the initiative to pull her fully into his lap, her legs on either side of his hips as she hid her face in his neck, his arms holding her securely to his muscular frame as she hid from the horrors behind her.

She gradually moved her face away from his neck, her doe like eyes flicking up to find his blue gaze already watching her closely. He released his hold of her, gently brushing her hair from her face with both hands and sliding around to cradle the back of her head, raising his brows slightly, silently asking for her permission to take the next step.

Faye was the one to lean in, Henry meeting her lips eagerly as her hands plunged into his curls. It started off slow, both trying to learn the other, gradually becoming more and more passionate as the seconds passed. Henry nipped at her bottom lip, wanting to deepen the kiss to which she happily complied, moaning softly into his mouth. His hands trailed from her hair, slowly down her back, finally coming to rest on her ass, giving it a firm squeeze and grinding her hips deliciously against his. He was right. It was plump, yet firm enough to grab a perfect handful. All those nights he laid awake pondering were finally rewarded with a definitive answer.

Her hands ran over his arms, taking in the feel of his hardened muscles and groaning softly as his hands continuing to knead her ass greedily. Slowly she began moving her hips on her own, purposely dragging herself across his rapidly stiffening cock, shivering in delight when he sighed happily into her mouth. Henry finally broke the kiss to rest his forehead against hers, groaning softly as she continued moving. Friction, wonderful, delightful, promise filled friction against his sensitive shaft, driving him crazy.

"So damn pretty." Henry breathed, his hands sliding around to grip her hips, pulling her down more firmly against him. "Just like that." He encouraged, his head falling back as his hips jerked up of their own accord. "Feels so good, just like that."

"No, no." Henry corrected, leaning forward to push her back when she tried to hide in his neck again. "Wanna see your face. Let me see that gorgeous face."

"Fuck... Henry." Faye moaned softly, grinding her clit against his erection the best she could through their layers clothing. Some things definitely had to go.

"Off. Off." She begged, tugging at his shirt desperately, to which he quickly complied, grabbing the back of his collar with one hand and whipping it off, tossing it out of the way and returning his hands to her hips.

"Don't stop. Keep going." Henry panted, his strong hands encouraging her to move faster against him as he leaned back in for another kiss, this one even more heated than the last. Faye's hands finally found his bare chest, partially bracing herself against him, mostly wanting to feel him beneath her palms. His coarse chest hair and hard muscle, covered in a light sheen of sweat felt right against her tender flesh.

His hands slowly crept from her hips up and down her waist, beginning to inch her shirt up as he went. Large palms found the bare skin of her ribs, his thumbs sweeping across her heated flesh in slow arcs, his lips never stopping against hers. His hands deliberately slid from her ribs to her stomach, fingertips mapping her skin without any care for any imperfections Faye may see in herself. To him, it was all wonderful, uncharted territory that he wanted to commit to memory.

Faye gasped softly, breaking from their heated kiss and grabbing his wrists when he tried to slide his hands higher to her chest. "Hen, no."

"Shit." Henry whispered, his eyes instantly going wide with panic as he leaned away from her, trying to give her some space. "I-I'm sorry. I got carried away. I should have asked first, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cross any lines-"

"Hen." Faye interrupted, pecking his babbling lips to try and calm him down. "Shh, Hen, it's fine. You didn't cross any lines." She assured gently, her eyes shifting away nervously before she forced herself to continue. "They're... they're just really sore right now, and having anyone touch them doesn't seem like much fun for me at the moment." She mumbled, an embarrassed flush overtaking her face.

"Oh thank God." Henry groaned in relief, letting his head fall to the back of the couch as his hands covered his face. "I mean, I'm sorry that you're hurting, that's terrible, but I thought I fucked everything up just now."

"No, you didn't fuck anything up." Faye sighed, hiding her face in his neck. "But we probably should stop for right now, since... you know." Faye sighed, gesturing vaguely down to her waist.

"You know, I really don't care." Henry offered after a second, his cock stirring at the prospect of the night not yet ending.

"Well, I don't want our first time to be a bloody mess." Faye countered, playfully nipping his collarbone.

"First time? Does that mean you're planning for us to do this more than once?" Henry asked suggestively.

"It depends on if you're any good. Why? Were you wanting me to be a one night stand or something, Mr. Cavill?"

"Fuck no. I just wanted to make sure we were on the same page." Henry snorted, gently wrapping his arms around her again.

"Sorry the timing sucked."

"As long as you're giving me another shot, I don't even care."

Give him another shot? Yeah, like that was ever a problem for him. Someone really needed to remind him of who he was. Or just hold up a mirror so he can see his stupidly handsome face. Guys like him almost always get another shot. That's just how it worked. No one in their right mind would pass up on an opportunity with him, and Faye was most certainly in her right mind.

#henry cavill #henry cavill x ofc #henry cavill fanfiction #henry cavill fanfic #multi chapter #guys like you fic #guys like you

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Finding Home

Chapter 1 [Part 1] (Dave & Roxie)

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“Are you sure you wanna do this?”

The chopper pilot’s voice was stolen by the wind as Roxie and Dave leaned out the side door to have a look at Isla Nublar approaching on the horizon, “this is a suicide mission! You’ll probably die! I can take you back to the mainland right now!”

“Not a chance!” Roxie yelled back to him, tightening the backpack they had filled with rations and camping gear for the trip, “I’ve waited three years for this! Drop us there, on the North Shore!”

“You’re both crazy!” The pilot complained, turning the chopper anyway to begin descent towards the Island, “I’ll be back in four days for you! If you’re not there, I’ll assume you’re dead and leave without you. This is an unsafe fly-zone!”

“Just do as the lady says!” Dave called through the wind, clinging to the doorframe and his own backpack of supplies, “you don’t wanna be on her bad side!”

“It’s your money, amigos! I won’t be landing here though, you’ll have to jump for it!”

Nodding affirmatives, and with Dave throwing up his thumb, the pilot shook his head in disbelief and lowered the chopper down close to the shore. In the midst of billowing sand clouds, Dave and Roxie leapt from the chopper and onto the beach. Their boots sunk in the soft dunes, and ache from the landing quivered up into their knees. But as they turned, they could only see the bottom of the chopper’s blue and white cabin as it rose back up into the pristine sky.

“We made it,” Roxie breathed, brushing herself off and turning to look at the jungle ahead of them, “we’re actually here.”

“You know he’s right though,” Dave commented, ruffling his hair as to shake away sand grains, “we could get eaten before four days is up. We might not even get past today.”

“I’d rather die trying then never have tried at all,” Roxie shot back, “you’re not getting cold feet, are you?”

“No. Just making an observation, that’s all. So, where exactly are we?”

Removing a folded paper from her interior pocket, Roxie scanned the map of the island. There was a red X on their landing spot, and the place they’d have to get to should they catch the chopper again.

“We’re here, on the north shore,” Roxie said, pointing to the spot and tapping it, “Camp is...was...just across the main Gyrosphere paddock here. It’s a straight shot, we could get there before nightfall,”

“And what if we encounter a dinosaur before then?”

“We shouldn’t if all the fences are still up. A Compy or two perhaps,”

Dave didn’t appear to agree with her assessment of the situation, as his normally loose and humorous brows furrowed up into his hairline. But he said nothing on it, merely exhaled a puff of air and nodded.

“Ok. You have the map memorized, you lead the way.”

“Keep close to me,” Roxie insisted, reaching out her hand for Dave to take and giving the warm palm a solid squeeze, “this place has probably grown a lot in three years. It’ll be a miracle if there’s anything left to see,”

Walking carefully into the underbrush, the mission was officially underway. Roxie wasn’t sure what she was expecting upon finally getting back here. After all, it felt like a lifetime ago. She could memorize and map all the trails and access roads she wanted, but jurassic undergrowth was a menace. For a while, the two of them walked in silence, listening to a slight breeze which rustled the leaves in the canopy. They strained their ears for noises which sounded out of place, but there was nothing but nature.

“So...” Dave spoke up eventually to break the silence, nearly giving Roxie a heart attack, “have you thought about it?”

“It?” Her heart jumped at the oddity of the question. Of course, she knew what it was, and the truth was that she had put quite a bit of thought into it.

But marriage?

It was a lot to take in.

“Though I appreciate your transparency on the matter, love. I’m not sure this is the right time to be having this conversation,” Roxie managed out finally, placing each word together as though pulled from a scrabble bag.

“I don’t see why not,” Dave complained jovially, “I mean, it’s kinda romantic being out here with you. And we don’t have much else to talk about,”

“I hate when you make good points,” Roxie mumbled under her breath, only to stop and slam her arm out for Dave to halt as well, “hold on,”

“What?”

“Shh...I hear something,”

Roxie listened hard again, and for a second she thought maybe she’d just imagined it. But then, somewhere in the distance, was a familiar guttural roar. But it wasn’t my dinosaur which Roxie knew. No, this roar was something else...something far more familiar.

“Is that a car?”

“Rox...”

“No, no I’m serious,” listening harder, Dave was moving across the ground, causing it to crunch under his feet.

“Roxie...”

“It’s an engine. But that not possible...”

“Roxanne!”

Whipping her head up, Roxie was just in time to duck as something was swung at her head. The whoosh of air made the skin on her ears tingle as the attacker pulled back for another go. In a blur of motion, Dave reached up a hand and grabbed whatever was being swung, only to grunt as a foot made contact with his exposed chest and sent him reeling backwards.

“Dave!” Roxie cried, wincing in solidarity as her boyfriend hit the ground with a moan of pain. She was just in time to move as a baseball bat nearly crashed into her outstretched arm, and she realized finally that this wasn’t any animal attacking them, but another human being.

Shuffling backwards to put a few more feet between her and the newcomer, Roxie wondered how they hadn’t seen or heard them coming. Hidden in the deep indigo shadows of the trees, a pair of shining green eyes stared out intently.

“W-we don’t mean you any harm,” Roxie said, grappling for the pepper spray hooked via carabiner to her backpack strap, “please. We’re here to help,”

The stranger said nothing, merely shuffled closer as the baseball bat in their hand dragged across the dirt. To Roxie’s surprise, it fell to the ground with a wooden clunk a moment later. For a second, she wondered if the person would stop. If they would leave them alone. But there was a silver glint in the dark as a knife was pulled from inside a hidden sheath, making a horrible scraping noise.

“Oh...god,”

Jerking as she found herself with her back against a tree, Roxie yelped in panic as the figure leapt at her. She saw a metallic shimmer as the blade sliced through the air and forced her eyes closed. She waited in anticipation for the pain, or the feeling of flesh tearing open. But there was nothing; just a pained, raspy panting and the overwhelming smell of forest and decay. Cracking one clenched lid back open to see what happened, the serrated knife was still held in the air, poised to strike.

The person holding the knife was now fully illuminated by a patch of sunlight, and Roxie had to pause. Green eyes met brown, and the knife lowered as a teenage girl stepped back with a harsh gasp of surprise. Roxie opened her mouth to speak, but there was only a croak.

“...Brooklynn?”

The name almost didn’t fit on her tongue. How she somehow connected the pink haired social media star to the figure before her, Roxie want sure. The stranger — identified now as Brooklynn — tilted her head, furrowing her brows up into her hairline. Unlike three years ago, the pink to her hair was all but a memory. A brown, ratty mess was pulled up behind badly sunburned ears, and skin freckled by long afternoons sparkled with a sheen of mud and sweat. Some of that mud was more red then brown, and Roxie realized it wasn’t just dirt, but also blood that coated her body.

Brooklynn stared at Roxie for a hard moment, her brain whirring behind those piercing green eyes. She then turned to where Dave was now sitting up, rubbing a hand against where he’d been kicked.

“...oh...”

Had she not been so close, Roxie would’ve missed the word. It was barely a whisper, one which was easily taken away by the breezes. Two adults stared down a teenager who had been ready to kill them not a moment before, jaws agape.

“Brooklynn...?” Roxie asked, causing the girl to glance up at her. Her eyes were wild and uncertain behind long bangs, “what...w-what happened to...you?”

It wasn’t a good question; but what really was at this point? What could she ask that she didn’t already know deep down somewhere? Roxie had dreams of rescuing children; the children she had left behind. The children who’s eyes would light up like fireworks at the mere mention of Dinosaurs. But she wasn’t expecting them to actually be alive after three years. She had been expecting to pick up some old relics to bring back, to show the families just to prove she had been on the Island and had done everything in her power to make things right again.

She wasn’t expecting to nearly be murdered by one of the kids she was supposedly here to save.

Brooklynn didn’t say anything, merely pressed her lips together and glanced down at the knife still held in her hand. It almost appeared as though she were forcing it away; like her arm wouldn’t respond to the command of letting them live. The metal scraped back into its holder, and Brooklynn mechanically walked back towards where the baseball bat lay in the grass. She picked it up, clutching the bottleneck grip in both hands.

Then, in a second, she was gone.

Roxie didn’t even have time to call out; the girl had vanished while her eyes were wide open. Were she not still pressed up against a tree with the smell of decay lingering close to her nose and throat, Roxie might’ve believed she was simply seeing impossible things.

“Rox? You ok?”

Jumping as Dave’s hand brushed against her shoulder, the woman opened her mouth but no sound came out.

“No,” she choked finally, turning to the broad chest beside her and seeking solace between his arms, “Dave, we thought none of them survived,”

“Yeah,” glancing down at one another, Roxie felt a horrible thought creep into her gut, “you got really pale all of a sudden,” the man above her commented, “what is it?”

“Dave, what if all of them survived?”

#camp cretaceous #jwcc #jwcc finding home au #fanfic #angst

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[CN] Lucien’s R&S - Regarding what books don’t say (Eng Translation)

🍒This R&S (关于书上没说的事) was part of the Dream Heart Lake event which will unlikely come to EN!🍒

A character featured in @lucienism‘s translation of his 2020 birthday event is introduced here!

More Lucien R&S from this event:

> regarding what books don’t say ♡

> my love rival older brother

> the victim who disappeared

> since that rainy night

[ Chapter One ]

Everybody knows that there’s an especially intelligent child in the neighbourhood.

His parents are both high-ranking scientific researchers. Although husband and wife have always kept a low-profile, quite a lot of rumours involving their child still flowed into the streets - He knew over ten thousand words at the age of one, read “The Brief History of Time” at the age of three, and could already engage in scientific research with his parents at the age of five.

As for how much of it is true or false, the neighbours didn’t delve too deeply into it. They just needed “someone else’s child” as an example to enhance the persuasive effect when dealing with their own children. “Brat, could you stop making me worry! Just look at that little genius next door. He already knows how to read books obediently at the age of five!”

As time passed, the children developed a strong resistance towards this little genius who rarely showed himself.

Unlike what their parents hoped, they didn’t see him as a role model for studying. Instead, they chose the naive and cruel method to express their unhappiness which had accumulated over the years.

[ Chapter Two ]

To the children, “isolation” is an extreme punishment. However, this didn’t have much of an effect on the little genius. He has always holed himself up in the study room, immersing himself in scientific materials which even normal adults find cryptic and difficult to understand. After classes in the afternoon, he would occasionally hear the clamour of playing, and would close his book temporarily, laying on the window sill to take a look.

He can easily explain how the human mind operates, but is unable to understand why the boys in the yard enjoy running after a ball. Each time he sees them running themselves into a sweat-drenched state and yet able to laugh heartily, he remains puzzled despite pondering over it for a long time.

Although he has considered directly asking the children in the yard for their reasons, he can detect the alienation in their eyes even from afar.

It’s as though they are magnets with the same poles. Even if he tried taking a step closer to them, they would naturally take a step further. This caused him to gradually feel that even though he was a human being like them, there were also some slight differences.

Since he couldn’t quell his bewilderment through a survey sample, he had no choice but to have a hands-on experience. As such, he, who rarely brings up wanting anything, asked his father for a small soccer ball.

Seeing his son take the initiative to ask for a toy for the first time, his father agreed immediately. He even completed his work on hand early, and specially took a half-day leave to accompany his son to play in the grass patch in the park.

In the midst of the pleasantly warm summer breeze, father and son have a few exchanges. However, aside from “hot” and “tired”, the boy didn’t obtain more helpful information.

He lifts up the strands of hair on his forehead, which have been drenched with sweat He trots over to his father’s side, tugging onto his sleeve.

“Dad, are you tired? Why don’t we go home?”

His father crouches down, taking out a handkerchief and wiping his son’s sweat, thinking he was saying he was tired because he typically lacks exercise.

“Mm? Are you tired? In that case, should we take a break before continuing?”

The boy shakes his head, returning the small soccer ball to his father.

“Dad, is this the wrong playing method? Why do other kids look especially happy when they play this?”

In response to his son’s dead serious question, his extremely knowledgeable father actually couldn’t find an answer.

Because of how busy work is at the research centre, he and his wife are mostly able to only meet their son’s material needs. Giving him necessary company completely exhausts their limited free time.

Those books don’t mention the things they don’t have time to teach him. The things that are crucial for “normal kids” have been neglected without realising it--

For instance, “friends”. For instance, “friendship”.

“The next time you want to play with the little soccer ball, you can bring it up to the kids in yard.”

“Mm.” The boy nods, not telling his father about the icy look in the eyes of the other kids. He holds his dad’s hand tightly, and they return to the yard.

[ Chapter Three ]

That brand new little soccer ball never appeared again since that day, and nobody knew where he hid it. Even so, every time after school ended, he would still gaze towards the clamour occasionally.

Sometimes, the little soccer ball belonging to the kids would fall into the courtyard of his home. But every time he returned the little soccer ball to them, the kids would turn around and run away without even a word of thanks.

The boy didn’t harbour much unhappiness towards the way the kids treated him, but didn’t expect that a “busybody” neighbour would seek justice on his behalf.

“Hey, you guys! You don’t know how to say ‘thank you’?!” A tall and towering neighbour appears before the kids, looking as though he’s about to chase them down. While calling him “Stupid Policeman”, they scatter.

With sharp eyes and agile movements, he grabs the kid who took the ball. Grabbing him by the collar, he brings the kid to the boy. “Okay. Where’s the ‘thank you’?”

The kid who was grabbed unwillingly says a ‘thank you’. The boy, face expressionless, responds with a “You’re welcome”.

Without sensing anything out of the ordinary, the man releases his hold the kid. Even without taking a few steps, he turns around to pull his face into a mocking scowl.

“Stupid Police Uncle, he’s scowling at you.” Upon hearing this, the man chases him once again. Seeing the kid fleeing in fear, the little genius actually feels like his pent-up feelings have been released.

After the kids run out of the yard, the man returns. He shouts after the boy who is just about to walk into the house. “Hey, Boy! You don’t have anyone to play with? Want to come over to my house to play?”

“No need. Thank you, Uncle.” With this straightforward response, the boy returns into the house. With a remark reminiscent of a human trafficker, he decides that he should not entangle himself too much with this adult.

Ignoring the rejection, the man crosses the fence, stopping the closing door with his hands. “Brother is very good at playing games! Anything you want to play is fine. If you want to learn anything, I’ll teach you till you know it. I’ll keep you company!”

“Uncle, there’s really no need.” The boy hides behind the half-closed door. This is the first time he's met an adult who is so difficult to shake off.

“Come to think of it! You’ve been calling me ‘Uncle’ since just now!” He rubs his head in an exaggerated manner, the main point of his words digressing to strange places. “Do I look that old! Just call me “Brother”. Come, repeat after me. “Brother Zihang’.”

“... Brother Zihang.”

“That’s right, that’s it! Remember it!”

“Okay, Brother Zihang. I’ve remembered it, Brother Zihang. May I know if I could close the door now, Brother Zihang?”

"You won’t be able to grow tall if you keep holing yourself up at home!”

Hearing this, the boy finally wavers. He releases his hold on the door slightly. “In that case, we’ll just play one round of international chess.”

“Can’t you play something more suitable for kids?!” Despite what Fan Zihang says, he elatedly brings the boy towards his house next door.

[ Chapter Four ]

This is the first time the boy has been invited to someone else’s home. Although he wanted to pretend that it wasn’t something new, his wandering gaze had already betrayed him--

Although there’s a huge difference between the entranceway and decor of the living room as compared to his house, the overall getup is still similar. The most shocking thing to him is Fan Zihang’s room. It’s basically a disaster scene left behind after a dinosaur stepped on it.

Fan Zihang doesn’t seem to mind at all. With a normal expression, he steps through the piles of various objects on the floor, towards the side of the bed. Sticking his butt in the air, he searches underneath the bed.

“First things first. Even if my opponent is a kid, I'm not going to give any chances. Also, if you’ve finished looking around, give me a hand in searching for it.”

The boy stands on his tiptoes, bypassing the scattered objects. With a face full of curiosity, he asks, “Do you really have a chess board here? Actually, I could head home to get it.”

“Don’t worry, don’t worry. I’m certain it’s here!” Fan Zihang says in a completely unpersuasive manner. He searches the bottom of his bed, which appears to be a black hole. Seeing his persistence, the boy has no choice but to provide assistance from the side, helping him tidy up the pile of items which have been unearthed.

After a very long time, Fan Zihang finally finds the chess board. As excited as a child, he exclaims, “I’ve found it!”

His cry is accompanied by the sound of his head banging against the board of the bed. Covering his head, he crawls out from underneath the bed with the chess board. In the process of arranging the chess pieces, they discover that the black king chess piece has disappeared.

“I’ll go home and get mine.”

Just as the boy prepares to stand up, the not-like-an-adult-at-all neighbour stops him. He opens a box of small bear biscuits. Picking a whole one, he places it on the position where the black king is supposed to be. “With this, it’d be fine!”

This is probably the most abnormal chess piece the boy has ever seen. In less than ten minutes, he wins this game of “Small Bear International Chess”.

“Oh my goodness! You’re too strong! No wonder nobody wants to play with you!” Fan Zihang plops the “black king”, which the boy was about to checkmate, into his mouth. As though he’s taking revenge, he munches it with force.

“So why did Big Brother want to play with me?” The boy looks at the neighbour, who is propping his leg up without a care about his image. At the same time, he starts packing up the chess pieces.

He taps the boy’s temple, stuffing a small bear biscuit into his hand. “Because you looked too pitiful just now. When you were standing at the door earlier, you looked like you were about to cry.”

“I... I wasn’t...” His tone evidently weakens. Originally staring straight at the other party, he slowly averts his gaze. At a glance, it’s clear that he’s pretending to be courageous.

Fan Zihang didn’t expect that this kid, who appears so gentle and quiet, to have a pretty stubborn streak. He can’t help but be mischievous. He leans in front of the boy. “If you play another round with me, I won’t tell others that you were about to cry!”

“I already said that I wasn’t crying!”

Although that’s what the boy argues, he has been goaded successfully. He takes out a small bear biscuit and places it on the black king’s position, the calm little adult image completely tossed to the back of his mind.

“Very good, very good. You’ve got a fighting spirit. This time, I won’t show any mercy either.” Seeing that the boy has regained his vigour, Fan Zihang feels gratified, patting his head.

“You’re obviously very weak.”

The boy takes the lead with a white chess piece, ridiculing him unreservedly.

“This is an average standard, okay! You’re obviously the one who’s too strong! Kids like you would have been brought to take part in ‘The World’s Greatest Mind’!”

While joking, Fan Zihang also follows closely behind. His style of chess is free and laid-back. Or rather, he does it recklessly.

“You’ll be checkmated very quickly again like this.”

“So what? It’s chess - being happy is what’s most important!”

A cool breeze blows by slowly. The clamour outside the windows remain. But between the two of them, there seems to be the occasional sound of descending chess pieces, mixed with the sounds of scattered munching.

[ Chapter Five ]

Since that day, the genius boy became a regular visitor of the house of that Stupid Police Officer.

Fan Zihang continued getting off work early each day, and would bring the neighbouring boy along before heading home. His mother would sometimes criticise him for playing with a little kid at his age. But she’s extremely affable towards the boy, and would leave a serving of whatever delicious dim sum there is for him.

They would sit together and eat the dim sum, play games, and be pretty friendly with each other. No matter what the topic starts with, their conversation would always return to the same conclusion.

“Just look at yourself. Loafing around at this age.”

“Mum, it’s a good thing that my position is idle! It proves that there’s justice in the world, and that the civilians are safe.”

Aunt Liu doesn’t listen to such glib words. The more he says such things, the more worried she gets. With such a silly son, she’s worried that even by the time she gets old, he wouldn’t be able to settle down and form a good family.

Evident from the facts, Murphy’s Law does exist. The more worried a person is about something, the more it will happen.

Take for example, this particular evening. Fan Zihang, reeking of alcohol, walks into the residential area. His eyes are red, and one can’t tell if it’s due to crying or from being drunk.

Just a few hours earlier, he received a text during work from a girl he had been dating for several years. The contents of the message were brief and to the point - she wanted to break up with him. He was so frantic that he kept making calls, but even till his phone shut off from a lack of battery, he couldn’t contact the girlfriend who had suddenly bid him farewell.

Intoxicated, he supports himself on the wall and walks forward. Because he can’t find his keys, he starts pressing on the doorbell frenetically.

After a consecutive stream of ringing from the doorbell, the door finally opens.

The person who comes out is a boy whose face is full of distaste.

“Hm? Why is it you?” Only now does Fan Zihang realise that he had walked to the wrong door. He decides to give up on himself, squatting down and giving him a hug. With snot and tears running down his face, he relates his own tale of tragedy. “Boy, what do you think! Brother is so tall and handsome. Why would he get dumped!”

The boy is about to faint from the smell of alcohol. Even though he pushes and beats him, struggling violently in his arms, he isn’t able to twist out of the other party’s brute force. In order to escape as soon as possible, he ponders for a moment, thinking that it’s best to answer his question honestly.

“Truthfully speaking, I think it’s nothing strange for someone like you - who refuses to admit defeat even when playing games with kids - to get dumped.

“What I need right now is comfort! Are there bad friends like you out there?!” Fan Zihang lifts his tear-stained face, facing the boy. But the boy grasps the only important point in his words.

“We’re friends?” The boy’s question is particularly sincere, adding another blow to Fan Zihang’s hurt feelings.

“Boy, you really lack a conscience!! If we weren’t friends, would I accompany you to play chess every day and be easily defeated by you!”

The boy is suddenly enlightened, and the look in his eyes brighten. He says softly, “So friends share such a relationship?”

“Boy, the main points you get are really off the mark...” Seeing the boy look as though he just resolved a difficult problem boggling the century, Fan Zihang can’t help but laugh. The gloomy and dismal clouds hanging above him have more or less dissipated without him realising it.

“This counts as an honour to you, Boy. Your first friend is me, an amazing criminal police officer!”

“Mm, a useless adult who weeps to a kid after getting dumped by his girlfriend.” Over the course of their interactions, his refined and polite appearance has long since disappeared. He would even bicker to no end with Fan Zihang.

“You really aren’t cute at all sometimes! How can a person mature without experiencing some blood and tears!” Fan Zihang rubs his fuzzy little head roughly, filled with anticipation for his future. “Whether it’s you or me, there will come a day when we become very amazing people!”

He knows that their paths have conveyed only temporarily. He knows the two of them will eventually walk down completely different life paths.

But at the very least, at this present moment, they can cry and smile, smile and cry, supporting each other.

#mlqc #mlqc cn #mlqc lucien #cncancelled #baby lucien is such a SAVAGE

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