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the backside of the new gear says "the gallery"....
#makes me wonder how long hes been waiting for these to be finished tbh#considering they also feature the mask design on the side#and he just last week was unsure if he wanted to keep using it and he was talking about returning to the box#and also also theyve been trying to coin the name 'deadly alliance' for a while now too#hmm. we might see another change coming soon idk#unless he puts these together somehow neatly#anyways just a thought as kip shared a clip from last nights dark match#and you know what kind of a fucking nerd i am for this stuff#wrestling musing#box thoughts
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Haha, sorry!! I won’t look so hard next time, and then you can keep your secrets :)
I wanted to ask, how many albums do you think Minor Inconvenience have released? Are they all studio albums? Names of them? And, do you think all of the boys have their own favorite album?
That’s a lot of questions, but fun to answer still, I hope!! — Band Boys Anon
This took a while for me to answer bc M! is only half mine!! I had to get Mars' (the bestie @holocrypticdreamer if you're new around here :P) opinion too, gave us an EXCELLENT reason to talk about albums kdjhgkfjgh This might get long so I'm gonna put it under the cut, but before I do: thank you SO much for asking about them, band boys make my brain go brrrrr kxjhfgkfdjgh have a little kissaroo from me to you:
all of their albums and the type of albums they are in chronological order are as follows:
You Should Have Seen the Caution Signs - EP
This is their fist EP, probably unpolished but clearly showing potential! Blake and Fallon are the main songwriters when we start and will remain that way for the next few albums
Minor Inconvenience - debut studio album
Their first album! Mars describes it as "likely the most juvenile sounding, leaning into more pop punk/pop rock" and I have to agree. They're leaning to be a "real" band, you know? Not a garage band or one played out of a friend's basement, a band with gigs and shows and fans :)
Lethal Injection - second studio album
Leans more punk rock than the first did, maturing a bit, getting closer to the sound that will ultimately be seen as theirs
Fatal Flaw - third studio album
This album puts them on the MAP babey, top of their game, peak form M! here. Songwriting shifts heavily to being spearheaded by Icarus and Blake. You know how every band has an iconic album everyone knows? This is M!'s
Call of the Void - live album
Recorded during an international tour, this album captures the very last of Icarus' performances as a member of M! and he leaves the band the night it is recorded. You too can relive the last night Icarus Nikolau was the lead guitarist!
Majorly Convenient - compilation album
This album is released during what is known to fans as The Drought - a long hiatus in the wake of Icarus' departure as the band recuperates, finds a new lead guitarist, and settles into existing without the man who named them.
Angel Wings and Broken Things - fourth studio album
A comeback album! This one is written during The Drought and captures a similar feel to Lethal, but with a much more mature sound - and it's Kip's first album! Though the grief and anger expressed in this album, the songs actually written for it, feel more like something written for everyone in the band BUT Kip
Making a Name - fifth studio album
Finally, everyone has a bit of creative control here, Fallon has let go of it almost completely, and it results in a blooming of their creativity. This album really, truly belongs to all of M! and everyone gets at least one solo, at least one time to shine.
You and Me, Makes Us, Makes We ft. Flightless - sixth studio album
Affectionately called the reunion album. This is the end of the rift between M! and Icarus, he works with them on this album, performs with them, and it feels like they are whole
❤️🧡💛💚💙💜🖤
WHEW, that was a lot huh!! we talked a lot about the music that inspires what we think of when we imagine M!'s music (old p!atd, fob, mcr, paramore, set it off) and I'll be the first to say Mars has such good music opinions, imo, he is so correct so often skjdfhskjg
as for their favorites, I think my boys' opinions would look like this:
Kip: Making a Name (he finally felt in the band, like a real part of it, this was finally his band too, like he belonged there with them, like he wasn't just the guy standing in for Icarus. It wasn't just their band anymore, it was his too.)
Yasha: You and Me, Makes Us, Makes We (finally finally FINALLY, all of his friends, together and making their art, their whole family in one piece again, Yasha is thriving and nothing will bring them down ever fucking again)
Sterling: Fatal Flaw (he will always hold it so close to his heart, they found the sound they were looking for here and it felt like the greatest achievement in the world for them all. Yes, they've gotten even better since then in his opinion, but nothing will make him change his mind that that album truly is their core essence)
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Icarus: You Should Have Seen the Caution Signs (Icarus will never shy from telling you all the other albums are better than their very first, that he was so sloppy in Caution and he can tell you everything wrong with it, give you an itemized fucking list, but his favorite is that damn EP. It brought them all together in the first place after all)
#miles.ask#long post#oc talk#band boys anon#minor inconvenience#oc: Kip#oc: Sterling#oc: Yasha#oc: Icarus#I've put a bit of thought into Icarus' music as Flightless too#buuuuuuut you did not ask about flightless so I will save that rant :P#SO pissed there's no silver/grey heart emoji btw????
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Hey Pretty Girl
Summary: After the war, Echo picks up music as his hobby. And it wins him a girlfriend.
Pairing: ARC Trooper Echo x Reader
Word count: 896
Warnings: Fluff
Song: Hey Pretty Girl by Kip Moore
Divider by saradika
“Any new talent playing tonight?” You ask the bartender as you lean against the bar waiting for your drink.
The other woman laughs, “Of course we do! There’s a new guy who sounds a-maz-ing,” She gushes as she places your drink on the counter in front of you, “And he’s absolutely gorgeous.”
“Ooh. High praise coming from you,” You joke before taking a sip of your drink.
“Right? I mean most of the guys who come in here for these shows look, well, like trolls. But this guy…” She mock swoons over the bar, and you laugh. “If I wasn’t happily married, and, you know, very gay, I would climb him like a tree.”
You shoot her a look of amusement, “Well then, I’d better get a good seat.”
“I saved you a spot up front, baby doll!” She cooed to you, “You need a good man in your life. And your bed.”
“Wow. It’s tragic that you think you're funny.”
“Your love life is tragic, babe. Now, go catch yourself a man!”
You roll your eyes and head to the front of the club, easily finding the table that was saved for you. You settle on one of the stools and sip your drink as the club slowly fills.
Eventually the lights dim, and the music lessens, and the owner of the club announces the 22nd live artist show, and you settle in to enjoy yourself.
The first few artists were okay. Not great, but not terrible.
And then the third artist steps on stage. He’s absolutely gorgeous, with dark eyes and curly hair just long enough to bury your hands in. And he’s carrying a guitar.
The bar falls silent as he starts playing, and somehow, his gaze locks with yours. And he smiles, slow and lazy. And then he starts singing, “Hey pretty girl, won’t you look my way-”
You listen as he sings, and it feels like he’s singing directly to you.
And soon, too soon, the song is over and he’s leaving the stage, and you know, just know, that you have to meet him. So you down your drink as quickly as you can and you slip back towards the bar, intending to ask the bartender to get you a meet and greet.
But it was unnecessary, because he, apparently, had the same idea.
“Hi,” He greets, his gaze locked with yours.
“Hi,” Your mouth is dry and you feel like you should be nervous, but, somehow, you aren’t, “You’re a really good singer.”
He smiles at you, and your stomach flips, “Thanks. I needed a hobby when the war ended, and I chose music.” He offers you his hand, “Echo.”
You take his hand and introduce yourself with a bright smile, “Well, you definitely picked the right hobby.” You praise, and there is a thrill of delight when pink dusts across his cheeks.
“Thanks. It was my brother's idea, actually, for me to try this.” He gestures to the bar, “Do…would you like to go somewhere else? To just…talk?”
Your smile widens, “You know, I would actually.”
Echo shifts, almost nervously, “Maybe, we could go next door?”
“To the dance club?” You ask.
“Yeah. I like dancing.” Echo replies with an easy smile.
“As it happens, so do I.” You reply as you take a half step closer to him.
“Good to know,” He lightly places his hand on the small of your back and guides you out of the club, and to the dance club right next door.
And as soon as you’re inside, he leans in so his mouth is right next to your ear, “Hey pretty girl, can I have this dance? And the next one after that?”
You blush, deeply flustered, but you favor him with a bright smile, “You can.”
He grins at you, and spins you onto the dance floor, pulling you close against him and holding you tight.
One dance turns to two. And then three.
You lose track of just how many songs you share with Echo, lost in his warm gaze, and the tight way that he’s holding you, like he’s afraid that if he lets you go, you’ll vanish into the night.
You cling to him just as tightly though, so you’re not going to be too judgemental.
Slowly, like two stars caught in each other's orbit, his head leans in and you lean up, until your lips meet in a kiss that’s sweet and gentle and everything that you ever dreamed of in a kiss.
One kiss turns into two, which turns into three.
And Echo drags you off the dance floor, to a slightly more secluded corner, where he kisses you over and over and over. And you lose yourself in him, but he loses himself in you at the same time.
“Pretty Girl,” He murmurs against your lips, “Can I walk you home?”
You press against him and kiss him again and again, “Yes.”
His gaze locks with yours, and his fingers are warm against the skin of your hip, “Oh, pretty girl,” He sounds adoring, “Can I stay with you?”
You trail your lips across his cheek and jaw, “Yes,” You murmur, “Please.”
And he smiles.
True to his word, Echo walks you home. And he stays.
And he doesn’t leave until noon the following day. Though by the time he leaves, you’re his girlfriend.
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A drabble dedicated to @rhysintherain because this has been living rent-free in my head since I posted yesterday about Rakha and Lae'zel going to shake down Zorru:
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Karlach settles into camp quickly. She has spent a lot of time on the move as part of Zariel's army, and part of being a soldier is being able to make herself comfortable in any random bit of space big enough for a kip. Hells - having her own tent and space around it is practically palatial compared to the bunkroom full of cambions that was her primary resting place in Avernus.
Almost the first thing she does as soon as she's got her tent set up is sprawl out on the ground and stretch her arms and legs out as far as they'll go in all directions and let the sun beat down on her. It's not really home, not quite yet, but it's close. This is the happiest she's been in a long time.
She's halfway to dozing off for a comfortable nap when she realizes Rakha has wandered back and is just...standing there, staring at her.
Karlach opens one eye and peers up at the half-orc curiously. "Can I help you?"
She's already learning that her new friend is kind of a strange one, even without what she's been told about the other woman's memory loss and intrusive murder thoughts. Rakha doesn't always seem to know how to talk, and certainly not what normal conversation sounds like; she just says things, blunt and clipped, without concern for niceties. And she blinks just slightly too little, which makes her steady gaze a smidgen unnerving.
"I have a question," she says.
"Oh?" Karlach sits up slowly into a cross-legged position, jerks her head to indicate Rakha should sit down. "Well, let's hear it, then."
Rakha does not sit - does not, in fact, move at all. "Your race. Is it tiefling or teeth-ling?" she asks, with the same level of gravity she might have brought to ripping Karlach's head off.
Karlach blinks rapidly. "Sorry, what?"
"You are like those in the grove. The refugees," Rakha says. It's not a question, merely a collection of facts gathered for appraisal. "Gale called you tieflings, after we killed two rescuing Lae'zel. Lae'zel, however, pronounced it teeth-lings." She squints at Karlach intently. "I require your clarification."
"Oh." It's not really fair to laugh - and really, Karlach's amusement isn't at Rakha's lack of knowledge. It's the incredible seriousness of the demand, as if this question lies on par with all the unanswered ones about the worms in their heads. "Well, I can understand the confusion," she says, keeping her expression serious with an extreme effort of will.
"Yes." Rakha folds her arms. "Lae'zel would not mislead me, I think," she adds pensively after a slight pause. "She guided me from the nautiloid. She speaks with knowledge and without pretense."
"And Gale doesn't?" Karlach grins crookedly.
Rakha's expression twists with something like confusion. "I do not understand Gale," she admits slowly. "He knows much I wish to learn. But I feel foolish when he speaks."
"Too many words," Karlach agrees commiseratingly.
"Yes."
Well, it's almost an act of kindness, then, if that's how she feels about it, Karlach thinks to herself. A morale boost for her friendship with Lae'zel. It'd be doing her a favor.
But really, it's just the fact that it's the first time she's had the opportunity to do something funny in almost a decade, and she's not emotionally strong enough to resist that temptation.
"Well, I can tell you for certain, it's definitely teeth-ling," she says, serious as a funeral. "Lae'zel was right on top of it."
Rakha nods gravely. "Ah. Excellent." A pause. "Thank you."
She turns and walks away. Karlach crawls at once into her tent, curls into her bedroll, stuffs the pillow in her mouth, and howls with laughter.
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"This is your doing, isn't it?" Gale asks her several days later.
"No idea what you're talking about," Karlach says around a mouthful of the camp's latest attempt at "stew". It's a particularly unimpressive attempt tonight; the vast majority is carrots, and the rest is a very uninspiring cut of meat that is uncomfortably grey. And yet, somehow, it's still better than anything Zariel ever fed her.
"Rakha called Zevlor a teeth-ling to his face this afternoon."
Karlach lets out strangled giggle. "Oh, my gods. Seriously?" She drops her spoon back into her bowl with a clatter and gives him her full attention. "Tell me everything. What did his face look like?"
"Even my prodigious powers of description fail me on the subject. I think we may count ourselves lucky that he was too perplexed to be offended," Gale says dryly. "But most significantly to the point, any attempts to correct her afterwards have come to naught. She claimed that you were responsible for this particular crime against pronunciation and considered the matter irrevocably closed."
"Hmph," Karlach says cheerfully. "It was Lae'zel who came up with it. I just confirmed it."
He rolls his eyes. "You're enjoying this linguistic catastrophe, aren't you?"
"Listen, Gale - she's not hurting anyone, and the last time I had a little stupid harmless fun was 1481. Give me a break."
#bjk plays bg3 durge#rakha the dark urge#rhysintherain#bg3 drabble#bg3 fic#dark urge#karlach#bg3 camp life#durge
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Chapter 36: In Which Twig Is Put Back Together
I told them everything. And I did it crying harder than I thought was mortally possible, Twig scratched onto the pages of a hardcover journal. I blabbed everything and I did it while dribbling all over them both. I think they were more grossed out by the dribbling part than the ‘me indirectly killing an entire bunker of people’ part. I tried the same garbage as always to argue my point that it was my fault, and Celebi looked ready to slap me. I think she honestly might have if Dusknoir didn't grab her midair and walk her away in his hand. It's a good thing he did, because I started crying even harder when Grovyle said something like he's glad I survived the fire and Kip gave me the saddest look ever. He started crying too. I don't think anyone should see two people bawling their eyes out and clinging to each other like we were. It was kind of gross. If Dusknoir and Celebi stayed to watch, I might have died of shame. Grovyle being there was hard enough.
The Future Trio stayed over for a while longer at Kip's place. There was a lot of talking that happened, and I honestly don't remember a lot of it. I should have written it down as it happened. Basically it was just people talking circles about how they couldn't believe I thought they hated me and how I meant a lot to them. I think I fell asleep mid-sentence at one point because I was so worn out from the crying. I'm never crying again. The one time during the hug was okay— it was fitting. But Celebi gave me an English dictionary before they all packed up and left, and I didn't even realize I was crying until she was grabbing for tissues. That felt pretty ridiculous. It's just a book. But it almost felt like she’d given me a drink of water the night I left my bunker behind. Dunno how to say it in a normal way, but it helped me feel better.
It's a real one. She found a real Oxford Language Dictionary. It's missing pages and dogeared to heck and back, but Arceus, this thing is like my baby. I keep taking it off the shelf just to hold it in my hands. I'm sure she had to have pulled some strings with Dialga to bring something like this back from the past or future or whatever, but she kept saying it wasn't any problem to get. Judging by the look Grovyle gave her, it was a big problem to get, but I'm glad she went through it to give it to me. There’s even etymology included for a lot of the words in it. Pronunciations and everything. It's gold.
What else to say… When Dusknoir said to try keeping a journal, I didn't think it would be so hard to decide what to write! As always, his ideas are annoying and weirdly effective. It does feel like I'm not as frazzled now that I'm writing regularly. What else to include, though…
Kip asked me if I wanted to move back in with him. I tried to, but I actually got homesick for Verdant Village after a while. We decided to just keep a room open for each other at each of our places so that we can crash at either house whenever we want to. He loves the library in Verdant Village whenever he comes over. I'm pretty sure the Swadloon that runs it has a crush on him, but I don't think he knows. I'm eager to see how long it takes for him to realize it.
I finally took up Gardevoir on her offers to have me over for dinner. Lyra never fails to show off some new toy or trinket to me whenever I come visit. At first I thought that she just wanted to talk to someone new about her things, but it clicked for me the other day that she wanted to talk to me in particular about them. That… um. It was weird. Nice, but really weird. She's a good kid.
I wonder if Manaphy is old enough to visit Treasure Town by now… I need to figure out how to contact Walrein. It's hard to send letters underwater, I think, but I'll figure something out.
She set the journal aside and stretched her arms and back, rolling her shoulders as she stood up from the writing desk Kip had begged her to buy. It was more than worth the investment. She was never writing using the floor as a table again. Her entry for the day written, she stepped out into the warm sunlight trickling between the leaves overhead and started her usual routines. She chopped firewood, she brought water in from the spigot at the edge of her property to wash the dishes from last night, she went to the market and got some peppers that seemed like something fun to try cooking with. It was her day off between running her shop and going dungeon delving, so she decided to go for a walk like usual to kill time before she'd need to meet up with Gallade for Lyra's exploration lessons.
The hiking trails were well-kept in Verdant Village, sometimes to the point of being better maintained than the main roads that people traveled through town with. Twig had discovered a number of real hidden gems since she'd moved back in, and she made use of them as often as possible.
Oddly enough, apparently Darkrai frequented the trail she was on right then as well.
She hadn't seen him since the day she bore her soul to everyone she'd been keeping secrets from. He'd vanished somewhere between their argument and the hug that sent her spiraling head first into all the heartbreak she'd been refusing to acknowledge, and he hadn't shown his face in the months after. Celebi kept in touch with him via telepathy and responded to Twig's occasional request for an update on where the heck is this guy and what the heck is he doing by saying that he was doing some traveling and thinking. Twig could believe the thinking bit— Darkrai was calculating and cautious, and Ark was analytical and prone to deliberation— but really? Traveling? It seemed strange to imagine the Legend as being a globetrotter all of a sudden. But then again, he had taken in all the sights on the way to Cresselia’s mountain with such awe and enthusiasm that it was easier to imagine him enjoying that sort of thing than she thought it should be.
He was supposed to be traveling. He was supposed to be on some sort of quest of soul-searching and pondering. But here he was, several yards off the path, hidden in the foliage and tucked within the shadows.
“Dude,” Twig eloquently began, “I can see you.”
There was a moment of hesitation before he rose from the shadows, plainly bewildered by her ability to pick him out amongst the dappled shade of the trail.
She sighed. “You're still you–shaped when you do that. You mess up the rest of the shadows around you. And you're… I dunno how to put it, your shadow is noisy, I guess. If that even makes sense.”
He hummed a low note.
“I don't think I ever thanked you for what you did. Um. I appreciate it. Or at least I do now.”
He narrowed his eyes. “What do you have to thank me for?”
“Ark, I'm not stupid. It was pretty obvious looking back on things that you waited until I was in earshot of the gang to start really getting under my skin with what you asked me. If you hadn't, and if they hadn't overheard me chewing you out for it, I probably wouldn't have said anything to anyone about…” She waved a hand. “It's because you did that that I've been doing better, even if it's indirectly.”
“I see.”
“So, uh… How you been?”
“Well enough,” he answered, and did not elaborate.
She frowned. “Cool. Have you seen anything neat on your travels?”
“Many things.”
“Many, huh? Stuff like…?”
“Nothing leaps to mind.”
He's way less chatty now. Weird. “When…” She leaned against a tree opposite to him and fidgeted with her hands, trying to summon the courage to ask him a question that had been eating away at her for months. “When did your memories come back?”
He gave her a wary look. “Why this interest?”
“I've had some other stuff come back for me while you were gone. I wanted to ask so I could get an idea of what's triggering their returns. It seems random at times.”
Darkrai looked away for a moment, hackles raising. “It was… on the expedition we embarked on. You took a hit intended for myself. I recalled a young human doing the same for a grovyle, and somehow understood that it was you in the memory, though that was only the first to return.”
“The first—? You really only remembered that one snippet?”
“It was in bits and pieces that the entirety of my memory returned; a gradual process. Your rejection of my request to join Team Venture was when everything fell into place and I understood what the scattered recollections meant.”
That gave her pause. “You knew then? And you didn't say anything until I totally healed up from my leg getting broken?”
“It was… difficult to reconcile the perceptions I had of you. On the one hand, you were an adversarial nuisance who foiled my every effort to achieve anything. On the other, you had showed me a care I had not received in living memory and given me a new perspective.”
Huh. Celebi wasn't kidding about me changing his mind. Wonder how I managed that. “I can get that. It took me a bit to get used to the idea of you being so different when Cresselia first met you.”
He gave her a vicious glare, cold and poisonous.
“Calm down. I'm not going to let anything slip about your past, especially when you haven't blabbed about mine. Thanks for that, by the way. Dunno if I could've handled Dark Crater if you had said anything back then.”
His glare twitched, venomousness flickering as it gave out into something softer, though schooled by an uneasy sternness. “My failure to blab did not come from a place of kindness at that point. It was leverage I didn't intend to give up. Surely you can grasp that.”
“I can. Doesn't change the fact you didn't say anything before I did.”
Silence. Leaves brushed together in quiet whispers as the wind passed through the treetops. The air was heavy around them. Twig could smell rain on its way.
“I'm sorry,” he finally said, and Twig realized she hadn't been able to pick out the mournful crease of his brow or the barely noticeable desperation in his posture when she first met him in Mount Travail all that time ago. Before, he was practically unreadable to her. Now she was able to see the nervous twitch in his fingers, the hesitancy in his volume. He’d always seemed so closed-off in her mind’s eye, but he had swiftly become an open book, given time.
She blinked, taken aback by his words. The shame in them, the disgust with himself— it was obvious he wasn't apologizing only for holding her past as leverage, and it was an apology he didn't expect to be accepted.
“Hey.” She punched him in the arm, earning a startled grunt. “You got somewhere to stay?”
He squinted at her. “No.”
“I've got a bunch of spare rooms if you're down.”
“If I'm—?” His eyes widened, then narrowed. “You're making fun of me.”
“Not in the slightest.”
“I…” He tilted his head slightly, looking like he was trying to pick out a seed of sarcasm he was convinced lay in her words. “If you're certain it is well with you.”
She nodded as a sense of heaviness lifted from her. Somehow, a weight she'd been carrying was taken away by those words. “I'm gonna finish my hike. Let's walk and talk; Celebi made it sound like you saw every corner of the globe and I want to hear the highlights.”
She started off down the path, Darkrai falling into her wake as she passed. “Globes don't have corners. Not having corners is the entire purpose of a globe.” He sighed. “I suppose I could enlighten you. There was a number of locations you’d likely have found interesting. One in particular had a population that prided themselves on preserving a number of human words and phrases in their daily language…”
Twig enjoyed going for walks alone. It turned out she like to go for walks with company even more.
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Life was surprisingly mundane despite Twig having a Legend for a roommate. Darkrai insisted that Twig fill her house up with a more typical amount of furnishings, and Twig asked him what exactly she should fill the empty rooms with. He was at a loss and didn't answer. She had her suspicions that he hadn't been in many homes before, but didn't push him on the subject. She eventually figured out she'd been living almost exclusively out of her living room and that the numerous guest rooms in the back of the house were actually a study, a bedroom, and a pair of guest rooms, and that she should probably populate them with the proper furniture accordingly. Given time, Gardevoir no longer looked like she was going to have a conniption whenever she visited, and Twig was actually kind of proud of the decor she put together.
It was during the evening as she looked over a bookcase she'd arranged a few books and keepsakes on, and she thought that she liked how she'd done it, that it occurred to her that this was the first time she could remember feeling proud of herself without any strings attached. She just liked how she'd angled a potted plant next to a stack of books. That was all. There was no baggage of doing it to make up for her being worthless or an awful, burdensome person— she'd simply done it for her own sake, and she liked what she'd done. That felt… weird. It felt weird, and scary in a number of ways. But she didn't run from it. She doubled down on her newfound pleasure in filling her home with pretty things.
It was dumb to take so much joy in something so stupid. She didn't even have any system she used to decorate— she just stuck things where they looked nice with no rhyme or reason or even color palette to keep the baubles cohesive in their looks. It was dumb. But it was something that made her happy. It wasn't her usual kind of happy, either. This wasn't a flashbang of cheerfulness that faded fast and left her empty— it was quiet and warmed her bones even in the dead of night when she fought herself to get over her anxiety and insomnia and just sleep.
It was easier to fight her insomnia hearing someone else moving about the house at night. Ark was quiet, but the muffled thud of a cabinet closing or a door creaking open as he went from room to room helped her feel like she could give up on her desperate need to be awake and aware at all times. She hadn't thought that sharing a home with him would ever be reassuring, but here she was— she'd woken up from a nightmare of her mind’s own making, another memory that the lunar feather hanging on her wall couldn't dissuade when it was busy canceling out Darkrai's aura already— gasping for breath and finally catching it when she heard the Legend getting himself a drink from the next room over.
Her memories hadn't come back to her any more than they already had— it was still just those handfuls of images, of the days leading up to how she left her bunker to burn and now one nighttime vignette of Grovyle soothing her as a kid as well, that haunted her sleeping and waking hours. She wondered why her memories hadn't returned to her completely by now, especially when Darkrai's had despite him having amnesia for so much less time. Sometimes she wondered if maybe they'd never come back. But it was becoming more common these days for her to think that it wouldn’t be surprising if they were just dormant and waiting for a safe time to come back into the light. Given time, she was increasingly sure her past was bound to return to her in full, for better or for worse.
She looked up from her journal. She wasn't writing a real entry at the moment, just flipping through old ones and adding a date here or there where she'd forgotten to include them. Ark was sat at the dining table, one of the heavier books he'd added to her collection sitting untouched before him as he instead pored over a thin book of fairy tales. It had been strange to get used to Darkrai and Ark being truly the same, but she supposed he had to get used to her being herself as well, so they were fairly even on that front. And besides— he still held a tambour and needle in the same way.
She guessed not much had changed at all, in the end. He was still himself, whatever that meant, and she was still whoever Twig was. She still struggled to wrap her head around people loving her, but she was starting to see that there were some things about her worth caring about. There was still healing to do. There was so much of it that Twig found herself intimidated by recovery most days. There was so much healing to do ahead, but in the end, things had changed, just a little. She had some hope now. The past was still an enigma, the future was uncertain, but between the two sources of so much grief and anxiety lay something she was finally seeing as precious and lovely. The present was an excellent gift to receive, after all.
She intended to cherish it.
#pmd eos#pmd#pmd explorers#pmd2#pmd sky#the present is a gift au#pokémon mystery dungeon#pokemon mystery dungeon#pmd fanfic#pmd fanfiction#pmd fic
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Chapter 6 of TPaiG: Body Swap Au
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@sincerely-sofie Featuring several characters who haven't appeared up until now! And only one probably won't appear again!
Somebody starts digging too deep.
Grovyle stepped out of the Passage of time, nearly bursting out of his skin with excitement. He was going to see Twig again! After so long, he'd finally be able to reunite with her!
Grovyle's excitement was nearly instantly replaced with confusion as he stepped forward.
He expected Twig to run forward and hug him, or for Kip to tell him where she was...
But he was met with nothing.
Grovyle stepped down the stairs into Kip's home.
It looked abandoned.
Cobwebs and dust bunnies riddled the corners, a small pile of ash sat near one of the walls and the three hay beds on the floor had long since started rotting.
Grovyle stepped up the stairs to find Celebi just as confused as he was.
"Are you sure you got the right time?" Grovyle asked.
"I'm completely certain Grovyle!" Celebi cheerfully responded. "I know I got the right time. They should be home right now." Her expression fell to confusion.
Dusknoir emerged from the Passage of time. Looking around to see if the two were here.
The three stood there in silence as the passage closed. That's when Grovyle noticed a sign that was obscured behind the passage.
He jogged over to look at it, and nearly choked on his own spit when he saw what it was.
VACANT PROPERTY
FOR SALE
Go to post office for details
Grovyle couldn't understand why this was here. He didnt spend a lot of time here, but he knew Kip wouldn't just, abandon his family home. Much less sell it!
A bolt of complete panic and fear rushed through Grovyle.
Unless, for some reason, Twig was gone.
Grovyle told Celebi and Dusknoir about this.
Celebi and Dusknoir were both just as shocked to read the sign. They all agreed to ask for said details.
The three traveled through Treasure Town on their way to the post office. Asking anyone they recognized if they've seen Twig and Kip.
All of them said that, a little under a year ago, Twig and Kip showed up in town, went to Duskull's bank, went home, and then just, disappeared without a trace. Not even a goodbye to anyone.
They had a lead.
They decided to detour to Duskull's bank first.
The three approached Duskull, as he seemed to cower a bit from Dusknoir's presence.
"Hello!~" Celebi began. Duskull seemed to blush a little. "We wanted to ask if you wanted to know anything about Twig and Kip's disappearance!"
"Oh, yes!" Duskull spoke, rising back up from behind the counter. "Uh... it's like I'm sure you've heard already. Twig and Kip showed up, withdrew some money, and then kinda vanished..."
Dusknoir spoke. "Do you know anything more than that?"
Duskull hummed. "Well, not really. But Twig and Kip were acting weird."
Grovyle folded his arms and tilted his head. "In what way?"
Duskull tapped his... Arm? Against where his chin would be. "Well... Kip was super nervous and jumpy. And Twig didnt talk at all. He said she had a sore throat. But she didn't look sick... she just looked angry the whole time... That's all I know... Apparently I'm one of the last people who saw them..."
Grovyle could feel a fury rising within him.
That doesn't sound like either of them at all.
The three gave their thanks and started back on the trail of the Post Office.
Were they being threatened? Was someone possessing Twig, and forcing Kip to withdraw her money for her? Twig was filthy rich last he'd heard. Someone would definitely have wanted to get their hands on Twig's fortune.
Grovyle clenched his fists. As soon as he finds whatever outlaw that did this to them, he will skin them alive. He will-
Dusnkoir put his massive hand on Grovyle's shoulder.
"We'll find her." He reassured Grovyle.
Right. Just because something weird happened, it doesn't mean she's dead or been kidnapped.
It doesn't guarantee that it was anyway.
The three entered into the post office.
The bored looking Croconaw at the desk perked up when they entered. "Hello, hello! Do you have a letter you need to send or recieve? Because you've come to the right place! How may I help you today?"
"Well, it's about that property west of here. Sharpedo Bluff?" Dusknoir asked.
"Ah yes! Are you interested in buying? I can get you in contact with the realtor!" He cheerfully stated, pulling out a flyer featuring an advertisement for the place.
"Well~... We were actually wanting to ask about the property's previous residents!" Celebi voiced in an upbeat tone.
Croconaw flinched a bit.
"Ah, well I'm afraid I don't have much to offer about that. I pretty much only know what everyone else knows." He gave a nervous chuckle.
Grovyle narrowed his eyes. "You're hiding something."
Croconaw's eyes shifted away and back. "What, no!" A bead of sweat ran down the side of his head.
Grovyle leaned forward and pointed a claw at him. "Tell me what you know or I'll-!"
Grovyle flinched when Dusknoir gently placed his hand on his shoulder. Grovyle looked at him before taking a slow breath.
"Kip and Twig are their friends." Dusknoir spoke. Slowly and softly. "If you do know anything, please tell us. We're worried for their safety, and we don't know what happened to them."
Croconaw stared at them before leaning forward onto his arms and sighing.
"Look." He uttered, in a much more gravelly voice than the one he'd been using. He glanced around to make sure they're alone. "I really do want to tell you, but I can't."
"Why not?" Grovyle demanded.
Croconaw rotated a hand around.
"Because I'm not allowed to."
Croconaw saw the subdued anger in Grovyle's expression, and leaned back, showing his hands in a defensive way.
"What I can tell you is that, as far as I know, they are safe. They werent kidnapped or paying a ransom or anything."
Grovyle's heart rose and sank. Who's to say he isn't just in on it and lying?
Croconaw leaned to the side and grabbed some papers from under the counter.
"All I can do is give you the ads Kip asked for a couple of days before they disappeared."
He set down a stack of something between 15-20 papers. The topmost ad featuring a property that's for sale near Amp Plains.
Croconaw looked at them. "I'm sorry I can't do more. I'd tell you everything if I could."
Celebi and Grovyle both stared at him with furrowed brows before Dusknoir reached over and picked up the stack.
"Thank you for your help." He said, giving a slow nod. "We appreciate what little information you could spare."
Croconaw gave a smile that at least looked genuine. "I'm happy I could help!" He remarked, the roughness of his voice completely absent now.
"And if you ever need to send something in the mail, you know where to go!" The three began to leave when Croconaw called them back.
"I just remembered, I was transfered here a few days before the two left."
Grovyle raised an eyebrow. "What does that have to do with this?"
Croconaw rubbed the back of his head. "Well. I thought you might have wanted to know, that for the few days I was here, everything felt... Heavy." He paused to think of the words. "Like, the entire town just had this miasma of dread hanging over it. But I woke up a few days after Kip showed up and the feeling was completely gone."
Dusknoir stopped flipping through the ads and his eye widened as Croconaw described what he'd felt.
Celebi thanked him for the help and the three exited the building and plopping down on a nearby bench. Exhausted from all the walking and talking they had to do today. It was already twilight.
Grovyle stared out into the sunset. It's beautiful. He's so grateful that Dialga allowed him to live so he could see it.
But the fact that Twig is missing made him feel like the same desperate outlaw he was all those years ago.
He went through hell and back, and nearly died more times than he can count. And now that everything had finally been fixed, she's gone.
Grovyle felt like he might cry. He didn't want to, but he might.
"Are you okay Dusknoir?" Celebi asked, Grovyle glanced over to see that his hands were shaking.
"A legend is involved." Dusknoir voiced with barely suppressed fear.
Both grovyle and Celebi flinched and looked at him like he'd just asked for a plate of grimy food.
He turned to them and articulated that what Croconaw had explained was the same feeling that he had felt whenever he was around Dialga.
Grovyle was staring at him before he looked down at the ground.
Okay, frick. This is much worse than some outlaw.
Twig's life is in danger. And as far as he knows, she could be on the other side of the planet.
... She could be dead.
Grovyle held his head in his hands and spoke these thoughts aloud.
Then, his eyebrows furrowed. He lifted head out of his now damp hands and looked at the two.
"Wait... Why would a legend manipulate them into buying a house?"
Dusknoir blinked in shock and looked down at the ads he held. His hands were no longer shaking.
"I... I don't know. I can't think of any legend i've heard of that would do this..."
The three sat in stunned silence. Celebi lowered herself and crossed her arms, resting them and her chin on top of the back of the bench.
Grovyle sighed. "Okay, so we have no idea who this... How are we supposed to find them?"
The only noise they made was Dusknoir looking through the ads. Then Celebi perked up.
"Wait! We already know where they might be!"
She pointed to the stack of papers.
"They have to be in one of these houses! All we have to do is go to each one, and we'll eventually find them!"
Dusknoir looked at her. "Is that really what you have in mind?"
Celebi looked at him, irate. "You got any better ideas?"
Dusknoir stared at her for a few seconds before sighing. "I do not."
"Well then!" Celebi zipped around to be in front of them. "I can use practice opening passages to specific spots!"
Grovyle sighed. It wasn't a great plan, but he was relieved.
They'll find Twig.
And hopefully they'll find whatever legend that decided to screw with his sister.
#text post#pmd eos#fanfic of a fanfic#the present is a gift au#writing#pmd#fanfic#body swap au#pmd2#Grovyle is gonna go feral mode ON SIGHT
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'Because you're my friend, and I could never hate you for it.'
oh boy oh boy its another average gehtsis fic and its about @sincerely-sofie 's mortality exchange au!! twig is back in town and she and kip talk a bit after the 30+ years they've been apart!! woo!!!
Kip's daily schedule was simple yet depressing as it could get, as far as some people figured.
At around 4:50am, he would wake up to an empty bed besides his, reminding him of a friend that he could remember as clear as day - yet one that was no longer with him. It didn't sit well with him. Not then, and not now. But he still had to put food on the table, after all.
He'd stop by the Kecleon Brothers to buy some guild supplies, and get to work. Ever so occasionally bumming into folks from Treasure Town who were kind to ask him if he's alright, if he needs anything, all that sympathetic jibber jabber.
As much as Kip wasn't one to turn down help, there was just so little that the people surrounding him could do to bring back the one person he cared most about - Twig.
It all happened just far too fast, in his memory. One night, Twig simply left - leaving pretty much no traces behind. No notes, no possible hint to point out where she was, nada. Kip and everyone that he knew were completely stuck in the dark. He remembers how scared he was when going around town and finding out that no one knew where Twig went. No one in Wigglytuff's Guild, no one in Spinda's Cafe, not even the future trio knew. And the fact that none of them knew either terrified them, too.
Everyone searched far and wide, only to be met with bad news. Twig vanished. Almost as if the ground swallowed her whole, only leaving her memory in the minds of her grieving friends as a reminder.
Oh, how Kip hated himself for it all. It's just Team Skull said to him all those years ago.
Too spineless to stand up to his own good without her, and now he couldn't even save her with the spine he now had.
But he had to put the grievance aside, he had an escorting job to do. The last thing he needed was to make all the young explorers worried sick about him.
The workday was as average as it could've gotten - except something was off with the dungeon that was picked for the escort.
Ever so occasionally, someone on the team would experience tiredness, and it was a very frequent occurrence.
Some speculated that the dungeon was cursed, some suggested that it was just natural, while some jokingly said that maybe there's a spooky ghost that will put everyone to sleep to ensure that their dreams get feasted on.
With Kip being armed with Chesto Berries to ensure that no one falls asleep, the speculations died down, but he was just curious as to what could've been the cause for such a thing. It wasn't natural, much less it effecting multiple people in a fast rate. Nonetheless, they continued deeper, all the way to the final floor.
The team eventually made it to what they suspected was the cause of the sleep inducing stuff - a lone Charizard. Yet.. it didn't seem like the ones you'd encounter in normal dungeons.
Her body was pitch black, white flames bursting from the edges of her mouth and her tail tip, blue crystalline eyes and jagged red edges that formed around the neck area, almost forming a crown-like shape. She was scared. She was afraid, insisting that they should all leave immediately and right this second.
Kip took a step closer to ensure that none of them had any evil intentions, but one look at the eyes and he seemingly.. froze. She stared back at him, freezing just the way he did. He knew who she was, and she did as well.
It was Twig. She was alive, and she was here, in front of him.
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The next morning, Kip woke up with a rather tedious headache. He assumed that maybe it had to something with staying up for so long last time to let Dusknoir and Celebi see Twig and see both of them get just as emotional as he did all the while scolding and ugly-crying at her for completely disappearing and wonder just where she went and whatnot.
No, that couldn't be it.. getting a headache from something like that just felt odd. He'll have to check that out later.
As he woke up in his usual early morning hour, he expected to see Twig sleeping in the other end and finally feeling that happiness that he felt all those years ago - only to find out that she already got up and was heading for the outsides of Sharpedo Bluff, and he decided to follow suit.
Looking up the entrance, he saw that Twig sat on the edge of the bluff, watching the sun rise. He chose to approach and sit down beside her, seeing as he took the day off after telling the guildmaster about everything that happened and had nowhere to rush to.
Upon sitting down, the two parties greeted each other with a casual but awkward "Morning", and silence filling the air between as they took the sights in.
It was awkward, and neither of them knew why it felt like it. Kip was about to shower Twig with questions about, well, EVERYTHING, and Twig felt like she had to answer everything he'd throw at her. She already saw how much those years had a toll on him, and she didn't allow him to be that way any longer.
Regardless, the silence had to be broken, other they both might just explode from just how dense the atmosphere felt.
"So, uhh.. you evolved. That's pretty cool! Do you like.. feel any different?" Kip shot the first topic, almost regretting it immediately. God, he thought she was dead for 30 years and that's what he had to say? If he could, he would've slapped himself if Twig was sitting right here besides him.
Twig, on the other hand, chuckled a bit at the question before giving him her answer.
"Not a whole bunch, honestly. The wings are fine and all, but I don't really see myself as a.. flier, or something like that."
"Huh."
And like that, the silence continued it's course. Twig could feel Kip's upcoming questions about who where and why, so she figured she may as well let him ask and receive.
"Kip, I can tell that something's on your mind. Don't be afraid to ask me, man.. it's the least I could do after just disappearing on you for so long."
Kip snapped out of his uncomfortable silence at her words, almost feeling hesitant now that she picked up on it so easily. Obviously, he felt the need to do it yesterday when the two came back, but overloading her with questions especially when Celebi and Dusknoir already did the same would've felt rather improper and just give Twig a harder time adjusting to.. well, everything. So, he felt the need to confirm with her before he started asking.
"And you're.. gonna be fine with what I'll have to say?"
"You're my friend, Kip. I'm not gonna bite you for just speaking, you know."
"W-well.. if you say so."
Taking a deep breath in and out, Kip asked the very first thing that was on his mind the moment he first reunited with Twig.
"How did you end up looking like.. this? I know that some charizards can look a bit similar to you when they mega evolve, but this is.. a whole new different thing to unpack.."
Twig took a sigh of her own at the question. Right. If her appearance was enough to get some of the younglings from back then to shiver at the sight of her, then it would only be obvious that Kip would be just as concerned. Nonetheless, he was waiting for answer. And she didn't like what she was about to say.
"It's a.. very long story. I can tell it to you, but I need to ask you something in return."
"Oh, sure. what is it?"
"Do you know what happened to Darkrai back at Dark Crater?"
The question alone was enough to get Kip to shiver a bit. While Darkrai was indeed gone forever, he never forgot how terrifying Darkrai was. Convincing the two of them that they were better off not existing at all, threatening to plunge the world into darkness, it was horrifying. Kip swallowed his fear and nodded up and down to show that he knows.
"Y-yeah. I remember you delivering the finishing blo on him and he just sorta.. faded away? Did he like, curse you to look like this before that happened?"
"Far from it. After we both collapsed after the fight, Cresselia telepathically spoke to me after bringing us back to Treasure Town. She congratulated me for defeating Darkrai, but she informed me that not only did I deliver the finishing blow, I.. killed him. He was gone."
Kip could feel his jaw drop at that revelation. For the longest time, it was rumored that Legends were either immortal, or that they could never be killed in combat by a mortal. Obviously, no one was foolish enough to try, but people still believed it regardless.
"Turns out that Legends can be killed, especially by mortals. But when that happens, the pokemon that killed the legend inherits their power, and essentially becoming an extension of them. That's how Cresselia said it, at least."
"So when you killed Darkrai back at Dark Crater, you essentially.. became him, body and mind and all?"
"I pretty much got his whole nightmare powers and all, not the whole.. evilness part, which is probably the only good thing to come out of that situation."
".. Huh. I.. had no idea."
".. It's also the reason I ran away from all of you. I didn't want to hurt anyone, be it you, Grovyle, Celebi, Dusknoir, or everyone else."
Kip went silent at that last comment. While he could understand that the whole nightmary stuff would be hard at first for Twig to master, he didn't thing that self-imposed exile would be her first solution to confront it. He knew that she couldn't ask for help to save her own life, but.. was he too untrustworthy enough for her to try and help her with it?
"Actually, I wanna ask you somethin'. If you don't mind, that is.."
".. What is it, Twig?"
"Why don't you hate me for all of this?"
Truthfully, Kip didn't have an answer to that. Up until now, he didn't even know that Twig was alive, much less that she chose to leave on purpose. And now that he knows, he can't bring himself to hate her either. Hell, even Celebi got angry with her for everything, and that was only for a few minutes before she started crying again.
".. I couldn't hate you for it."
"W-why not, dude?! I mean, I completely abandoned you without doing so much as leaving a goodbye note, and you're just.. fine with it?"
"Twig.. I don't wanna be mad at you. Sure, I wish you would've at least given us a sign that you were still alive, but.. knowing what you went through to immediately assume that leaving was the only option.. I would've probably acted the same way, too."
"... Really?"
"I mean, not like like you, but it's something I would've heavily considered."
"And even with that in mind.. I can't hate you for it, Twig. I don't want to, and I won't hate you. You're my friend, and.. I just don't want to lose you again. I'm just happy that you're here."
Twig was silent at his words. She looked to the side a bit, sniffing a bit while trying to wipe the tears from her eyes away. She spoke again, her voice sounding almost mournful as she held back tears while looking back at Kip.
"You're a good friend, dude. I.. I just don't know what to say."
"It's okay, it's okay. Do you wanna hug? I know you dislike physical touch, but- oomph!"
Twig reached out for Kip immediately as soon as he spread his arms wide for the hug, and she just whimpered as she held him close and tight, and he held her closer in a tight embrace, fighting back the tears the same way she did.
"... I missed you."
"Me too."
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Have you ever heard of a situation where you’re half a singlet, and have a collective consciousness/memories/personality/opinions/etc, but don’t have any sense of self or identity (no age, gender, orientation, *anything*).
But you’re also half a system, because sometimes you feel like other people and they *only* have an identity/sense of self? Maybe *mildly* modifying the base personality or opinions, but rarely and only a little???
I/We’ve been struggling cause this seems solidly too singlet to be multiple, but too multiple to be a singlet. Even median doesn’t really fit right, at least from what I understand of it :/
hey, we haven’t heard of someone with your specific experience, but you may take some interest in the terms “plurallet” or “plural singlet/non-system,” (<- corresponding pluralpedia links) which both describe someone who is both plural and a singlet at once. this is a distinct and separate experience from median systems, as far as we understand.
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Looks like Kip wrote this yesterday but didn’t post it, so we’re doing it for reef! Sea was probably going to mention this? But since tide didn’t, we will:
It may benefit you to look into resources on depersonalization and if you haven’t already! Depersonalization can cause a hazy, incomplete, or fragmented sense of self. We’re not saying we know for certain that this is what you’re going through, we just thought we’d bring it up as something to potentially consider! We’ve made a resource post on depersonalization/derealization in the past:
And if you do decide you are both plural and a singlet, or not plural at all, please know that you’re welcome in our spaces as long as you want to be here!
If any plurallet or plural singlet sees this and wants to talk a bit about their experience, that would be amazing! And to you, anon, we’re wishing you the best with figuring this out! So sorry if our response wasn’t much help!
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TUMMY HURT which is no surprise after literally 36 hrs of near constant panic attacks and barely being able to eat. Pf last night was maybe the first not crying I'd done all day INCLDUING literally having a meltdown AT CHURCH where I had to hide in the bathroom woooo
Pf was great. A delight. As always. Perfect no notes I wanna go to a fey rave and get a magic cat and also maybe the god of chaos and nature is shipping this nerd gf/jock gf wizard relationship
Related to panic. Trying not to think abt tattoo shock and commitment issues and whether I fucked up by doing smthn that I wanted deeply but didn't turn out perfectly and I'm DISTRESSED and STUPID and I'm gonna stop talking before I send myself into another spiral. I told myself I have to leave it a few weeks to heal and settle before I can even think about having changes made & 6-8 months before I can decide if I truly hate it or it's an manifestation of my anxiety about risk taking and things being less than 100% perfect. But. I'm still not convinced I like the way it turned out. And somehow this feels (irrationally) like a life ruining decision + moral failure. And I really have to stop before I spiral again
The weather is killing me I am so miserable and sleepy
Got an interview for that job except it's mid December and AN ALL DAY AFFAIR and I am stupid and shy and apparently an idiot how am I supposed to do this I'll have to miss my current job to go to this fancy thing and I'm too dumb for this I am good at my job but extremely bad at social cues interviewing in a very formal environment
Have I mentioned the 3 week long headache
At least my current work is somewhat interesting?? I'm actually getting to do shit I like for once??? In my field???
My immune system is shot to hell as is and I'm supposed to get my flu AND covid boosters this week and rlly I am going to beg my boss to wfh the day after BC I'm going to be running a low grade fever no question about it
finished my hote reread and so it's off to atfots but I am SO nervous and worried (also read the feonie short story for the first time and screaming at the fact that everyone in the royal household can see that kip and fitzroy are in love except the two idiots themselves. Slow burn to the max. Also Victoria Goddard delivering on my fave kind of hard to define relationship that is deeply romantic and intimate and yet completely chaste and yet it's the MOST important thing in the world to each other. I'm. Going to throw myself into the sun. Pun intended)
Need to transform my artistic impulse into smthn tangible BC apparently all I do is make bad decisions that I hate and hate myself for and it's just ahhhhh
Snk finished and I still can't bring myself to go past erwins death I'm. I'm.
Also on the last chapter of mzds and I'm UNWELL abt that as well
Also I'm out of granola and was too much of a mess this weekend to make more and now my morning routine off. Not to be kuzco but actually if my groove is thrown off I May Perish
#the duality of fran#i rlly just needed to type that all out to feel better#now I will go have lunch#and get back to work#some of the editing im doing this afternoon is mindless enough to listen to qt ebook while i work#uhhhhhhhhhhhh???? im just. YEAH
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Kip Sabian.
Please go off.
anon i respect you so much for this but i hope you know what you have just done LMAO
tl;dr - hes absolutely perfect in every way possible. love of my life
hes just.. so innovative. his character work is absolutely fucking masterful, no matter which one it is. all of them are so delightfully different from one another but you can still see the same man behind all of them and thats just talking about the range of the character work and the clear work and effort he puts into everything he does, be it just the characters themselves, the promos, in-ring work, anything. he always goes all out, hes creative as hell with them (name me one other person that gets over with a box on their head i dare you) and it truly shows how loving and passionate he is about this whole wrestling thing and that he just absolutely gets it. also he just has fun with it and it shows. anything from cocky indie superbad to coward best husband superbad to boxman to whatever the cringe failure era was lmao and now the sex idol. he just does it all and he does it flawlessly and i will throw hands with tk if he doesnt capitalize on this man soon i sWEAR TO GODDAMN
his in-ring work is incredibly good. watch literally any sequence hes ever had with orange cassidy and you see what i mean. hes improved from that too (since the last one of those was a quite long while ago now), he can hang with pretty much anyone. i like it the way he says it himself, he can literally make anyone look good and no one has ever complained about having to work with him in the ring. which says a lot about how good and talented he is imo. he can do it all, be it more grounded moves or recently hes been doing a lot more jumps and top rope moves which! exciting!! cause it just adds to his arsenal and shows off that flexibility even more and its just so insanely good. like fuck man if you can get someone who can hang one-on-one with someone like vikingo like he did a few weeks back, thats a fucking keeper. dont you dare forget that
im not gonna take this moment to talk about his promo stuff cause i will literally be here forever. watch this and get back to me later about why im right that hes incredible at this shit with the tone and again character work and just overall presentation. even if its now a bit more comedic with the sex idol, its still an absolute delight. also i could listen to him talk forever, he has my favorite voice in the entire world and his accent is delicious and good fucking lord
PRESENTATION. hes just really fucking hot okay. i thought he was cute before but my god. the hair, no matter the version, on point. the eyeliner, gorgeous. nail polish, good lord (he needs to bring it back tbh its been a while). the outfits, holy shit i cant say words. i have done an extensive gear study to show how truly insane he makes me about his looks, not to mention the goddamn casual fits/suit game. jesus take the wheel. his smile is fucking out of his world and the laugh lines he gets are maybe my favorite feature on any human ever. hes fucking delicious and what of it
also arms. i dont think i need to say anything more i have also turned into a back admirer girlie (gn) because of him so like. uuuuuh
AND THEN. hes just a fucking delightful human being in general. is he stupid and cringey? yes, but arent we all. it just shows how human he is. just like us. ive so many times wondered how if we lived on slightly different timelines, we might have genuinely been friends cause he reminds me so much of guys of the same age that i know and im friends with. like we would have meshed pretty well together if circumstances were different lmao. that just shows me how genuine he is tbh. hes just fucking nice, hes very supportive, tries his best to be a good ally (i have both seen this and have first hand experience on it so dont @ me saying im wrong or its performative, i have way too many cases to prove that hes fr fr) and.. yeah. ive never heard anyone that actually knows him say anything bad about him. he has his flaws, obviously, cause nobodys perfect, but he makes up for it with what ridiculously good he has in him. this is a man with so much potential and love to give to the world both in his personal and professional lives and hes just needs his chance to shine so fucking badly, in all areas of life
im gonna stop now before i get too emotional but. yeah. he means fucking everything to me 💜💜
#thank you for asking! <3#Anonymous#i didnt even get into the personal importance of the boxman or his catchphrases theres SO MUCH MORE i could include into this#i tried to keep it brief i wanna do other things tonight LMAO#anon i respect you so much for this thank you i love you#box thoughts
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[ @os-mapmaker ]
Greetings. You may call me the Mapmaker. I am on a mission to learn about all currently known timelines and their residents.
…Huh. I don’t think I have yet come across an Avian Character that resembles you in the other timelines I have visited.
Anyway, I hope you would not mind answering a few questions.
Interview: Jaye
[START]
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So, I’ve heard you have a tendency to fall asleep for several days or even weeks. Is that something that is common of all Glenfolk in your world, or is that unique to you?
[Video Connection Available]
[Engage Asynchronous Link?]
[Initializing...]
[You may now engage in asynchronous video interview. Video link may be paused at any time for your convenience. When paused, time will not pass for World Machine ███-████.]
A webcam flickers on. You see an avian with white feathers & a cracked yellow beak. She's wearing a shawl & tattered purple top bearing the symbol of the Sun. You note the tired expression on her face, visible even in her avian expression. You also notice that she appears to be in a wheelchair. The link appears stable, for now.
Good morning! A mapmaker, huh? That's new. I'm not going to lie, it would be very nice to have a better idea of all the differences between the worlds. There are wayyyyy too many Nikos to keep track of.
While cheerful, you note that Jaye cannot hide her fatigue. Every few sentences, she has to pause to catch her breath.
Speaking of, please tell me if you ever find another me! I'd love to talk to her. Maybe figure out more about my... condition. Jaye gestures towards her wheelchair. Also, I've never been called Avian before - that's a first. Mostly we call ourselves birdfolk or glenfolk.
By the way, why Mapmaker & not like, Cartographer or Archivist? Do the timelines have, like, a shape you can actually map out? Or is it just a figure of speech?
Oh, & I also wanted to mention, there are other blogs in my timeline, actually! Magpie was the one who set me up with a tumblr account to begin with. I know George & Kip are on here. Oh! And so is Niko! Here's the blog links: ▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓▓
You attempt to examine the links but they appear to lead nowhere. Even the Niko blog returns no results. It seems those blogs cannot access your Singularity - to put it in simpler terms, you cannot see them from the Inversion. Yet Jaye says Magpie introduced her to the multiverse. Why is Jaye's blog in the Singularity but not the others? Are there other Singularities you don't have access to? Perhaps you are going about this all wrong. A better question: Is it Jaye's timeline that is unique, or Jaye herself? Querying Jaye more closely about the differences between her timeline & others may be instructive, in addition to learning more about Jaye herself.
Anyways, sorry I'm rambling. To answer your question, the sleep thing is a problem pretty unique to me. It actually used to be a lot worse - I fell asleep for over 2 years at one point. It's been a long-term issue, but the events leading up to the return of the Sun exacerbated it. It's... a very unusual & unnatural condition to say the least, & a long story that involves my World Machine. I don't have all the answers but... I think I'm ready to talk more about it, if you would like to hear.
#jaye speaks#mapmaker interview#please tell us if the formatting needs a plaintext version for accessibility#hope u don't mind getting wrapped up in another bit of lore
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Dr. Kip Silverpoint is accepting your letters!
[plain text: "Dr. Kip Silverpoint is accepting your letters!" in pink]
Hello there! Have you ever wondered what it's like to be a scientist? Do you want to chat? The Refuge's leading researcher is up for answering anything you want about my life and work!
My mailbox is open! And you can submit many cool things to me here!
Update: And if you're here from... somewhere else, we can talk about anything too, I'd love to know about you and your... home, if you know what I mean.
Status: active, Kip is in the Refuge
Current arc: Recovered data arc. Masterpost
//OOC: general guidelines under the cut!
What can you send?
Anything about her personal life, likes, dislikes, her past, etc.
Anything about her work or any cool science (this is good if you want to worldbuild)
Ask her things as if you were a Refuge citizen (specify)
Ask her things as... yourself, an anonymous person on the internet.
Tell her facts about our world.
Ask her about other characters.
Roleplay with other askblogs
Setting:
Post Solstice ending.
She has recently learnt that multiverses exist, and that her World has a version in each universe.
She knows the world is a simulation and what the Entity is.
She knows resets exist.
The god of this world is called "the Host" and it is not the same as the mun. They have a vague presence though.
She knows that some anons come from Niko's guide's world.
Her situation with Silver is not good yet but she is in the Barrens trying to fix it.
Same universe as @prophet-of-the-barrens
Other
No NSFW stuff. Suggestive is okay as long as it's goofing off
I use they/them for Niko.
I reserve the right not to answer a few things if I don't find them suitable
Don't use special fonts, and do describe images. I won't answer if you don't respect that.
You can call the mun Fran, and use /// or [OOC] to ask me things directly.
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In The Dark
~1,4k words
orangekip (orange cassidy/kip sabian)
fluffy idiots on stream. thats just about it. like no really theres not much else to this. theres shenanigans and they make out, the end :)
on ao3
@midnightpretenders0 @stormbornpirate @ss-trashboat
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Making himself comfortable in his boyfriend’s lap, Kip’s eyes scanned the stream chat welcoming him aboard. Beaming at the screen he waved at the people, finally stealing a glance towards Cassidy over his shoulder; the blond didn’t look even nearly as enthusiastic as he did, obviously having wanted a much calmer stream tonight than what this was going to evolve into now that Kip was involved, mostly against Cassidy’s will.
“So, uh, I guess Kip is joining us for a while,” he finally shrugged, Kip just chuckling at him as he refused to pull himself his own chair, just choosing to continue to sit in Cassidy’s lap. The blond clearly didn’t mind, lowering his chin on his shoulder and arms wrapping around Kip’s waist, pulling him closer, to a bit more comfortable position. The chat was going much faster than what Kip was used to, people watching clearly both surprised and delighted by his rare appearance on screen in this stream.
“What do you wanna watch tonight?” Kip asked as he took a hold of the mouse, starting to scroll through YouTube’s recommended selection on Cassidy’s account. The blond just shrugged again. “Whatever sounds good. You choose.”
Kip nodded, scrolling for a while, every now and then glancing over at chat to spot a random suggestion here and there. Eventually he pulled up a music video as Cassidy pointed it out to him as it looked interesting enough, filling the dead air with some music. It wasn’t really Kip’s kind of scene, but as long as he could feel the content energy radiating from Cassidy, he was good to go with whatever.
Although, it didn’t take long for Kip to get bored of this. He was so used to streams where he could focus on what was going on on the screen, playing a game, participating in something other than just watching. He tried interacting with the chat, but oftentimes he would get too distracted with other messages to really fully get any of his talking points through, making him grow slightly more frustrated each time. Kip tried his best to mask it though, he was a guest here, on this stream, and he needed to act like it.
Well… Unless…
With Cassidy focusing on having a talk with the chat while browsing through to find more videos to watch, Kip reached his leg further under the table, carefully wrapping it around the cord that he believed to be the microphone sitting on the table. Kip glanced at Cassidy over his shoulder again, gathering the blond’s attention with ease. Even from behind the sunglasses Kip recognized the questioning look he was receiving back.
“I’m going to go get some snacks. You want anything?”
Cassidy just shook his head, Kip pushing up on his feet, making sure to tug his leg as hard as he possibly could for as much chaos as he needed in the moment. He could feel the cord tightening around his foot, tumbling the microphone down on the table, by the sound also unplugging it from the computer.
“Jesus Kip, what did you do?” Cassidy asked as he registered the sudden commotion, eyes glancing at chat that was almost immediately yelling at him that they were muted. Kip looked at him, then the fallen microphone that was still barely on the table, before he leaned down to check under the desk, trying to hide his little smirk to cover his tracks. “You’re a hazard to have around sometimes.”
Kip just shrugged a little, letting out a quiet murmur of acknowledgement as a response as he reached for the computer cables after untangling the one from his foot, playing a little guessing game at which one he should unplug next to get rid of the camera. He could hear Cassidy typing, probably apologizing to chat for the technical difficulties, but the silent curse he let out as Kip pulled off another cord was a clear indicator that he did something right.
“What are you doing down there?” Cassidy asked with a long sigh, pushing the chair away from the desk before leaning down to check on Kip’s antics under it, only for the Brit to catch him off guard as his hands landed on Cassidy’s face, pulling him into a kiss. Cassidy didn’t resist, honestly based on the quiet hum he got back Kip was deducing that he quite enjoyed it despite the situation, the blond’s hand finding its way to the back of Kip’s head, pulling him away from under the table as Cassidy straightened himself on his chair.
Kip broke the kiss apart only after he was back on Cassidy’s lap in the chair, face to face straddling him this time, quickly glancing over his shoulder at the computer screen. It was still on, the chat was still going, freaking out as they couldn’t see or hear anything. Kip had managed to do what he intended to, cutting them off from the live feed for a hot second to have a private moment with his boyfriend.
“You could have just said you were bored.” Kip looked back at him, Cassidy still being rather unamused by his antics, though he clearly wasn’t going to push the Brit away either now that they were here. “We could have just stopped streaming.”
“I don’t know, I think this is more entertaining,” Kip smirked at him, lifting his hands up to Cassidy’s face, removing his sunglasses, carefully lowering them on the computer desk behind him. “Give the people something to talk about. I mean, they aren’t seeing any of this, I don’t need to get you in trouble with Twitch, but, you know. They have their imaginations.”
For the first time since Kip had started these shenanigans, he could see a smile tucking the corner of Cassidy’s lips. “Oh, get me in trouble? Why would that happen?”
Kip chuckled, leaning closer to press a little peck on Cassidy’s lips, arms wrapping around his neck. He could feel the fingertips on his thighs, tapping against them a little, clearly the last song they listened to still playing in the blond’s head.
“Cause I wanted to make out with you until you turn goddamn stupid. I think that would be considered too adult for the platform.”
Kip’s hand played with his hair, the other leaving ghostly fingerprints against his neck. Cassidy just smiled at him, hands moving up his thighs, starting to gently tuck on the hem of Kip’s hoodie.
“Yeah?” Cassidy asked, Kip nodding his head, finally feeling Cassidy lifting up the hem of his hoodie, Kip glancing down to it, seeing what the blond was clearly indicating he wanted. “More adult than you half naked in my lap?”
Kip just smirked, retreating his hands to himself as he reached over the back of his head, complying with the wordless request as he pulled the hoodie off, haphazardly throwing it onto the desk. Cassidy took in the sight for a moment, Kip trying to hold back on letting his pride show at how much he enjoyed being perceived by his boyfriend like this. Some might have described Cassidy’s stare too intense, but to Kip being looked up and down and all over like this felt more like a prize than anything else. A praise for a task well done.
“I think I could get in more trouble than that,” Cassidy finally stated, arms around Kip’s waist pulling him closer, steadily against Cassidy’s chest. The first flash of blush was finally on the Brit’s cheeks, Cassidy chose to not pay attention to it, as cute as he found it. Kip cupped his cheeks, pressing his lips against Cassidy’s again, but not for long enough for the heat to settle in yet.
“More trouble?” Kip asked with a soft smirk as they parted, Cassidy nodding his head. Kip could feel a hand sliding up his back, already knowing what was coming as he regretted asking the question as a hand slid into his hair with ease, balling a few coils into Cassidy’s fist, giving it a gentle tuck. Biting his lip, Kip let out a soft whine, hearing Cassidy chuckle as Kip’s eyes fluttered shut.
“Oh yeah. We would be in so much more trouble,” he hummed, gently pushing Kip’s face towards his with the hand on the back of his head, finally locking their lips together, deepening the kiss as Kip moaned surprisingly loud against it as Cassidy tucked on his hair a second time.
#fic#character: kip sabian#character: orange cassidy#ship: orangekip#aew fanfiction#wrestling fanfiction
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Nobody's here for Egon x Peter but it happened
Peter pins him to the wall.
“Egon. Honey. Handsome. Sweetie. How long have we known each other?”
“Enough to have the talk, I presume.”
“Right. Tell me when was the last time you shared clothing with a woman.”
This again. Egon can't believe it.
“Kindergarten", he states. "My sister would regularly steal my sweatshirts.”
“Mm. And when was the last time a woman spent the night with you?”
Oh, this is brilliant. Egon smiles.
“Funny you should ask that. Dorothy May, the girl from Accounting you dated? She kipped in my room after she got drunk and passed out one night. She confused me for her roommate for some reason, which was strange because I am pretty sure I do not exhibit prominent female qualities. Nevertheless, she crashed on my bed and I tried to study all night. She left in the morning, cursing. It’s not my fondest memory.”
Peter is quiet for a moment. Whether its because he has no recollection of the girl or remembers her all too well, Egon can't decipher. What matters is, his mouth is shut for good fifteen seconds before Venkman sighs and says:
“Ah, yes. Dottie, a fever dream. Yeah, a real sweetheart. So, on the campus.”
“Yes.”
“All those years without, say, borrowing pajamas? Sharing a bed? Cuddling? Sleeping together? All that… hormone- adjacent stuff?”
“You claim to know me, Venkman. Take a guess.”
Thing is, Egon’s stare is much stronger than Peter’s and he doesn’t feel like sharing the details of his private life out loud. There are lots of things they don’t know about each other— and it’s okay, it’s not like you should scrape every little thing out of your bestie’s past. With that in mind, Egon’s silence grinds forever and finally pushes Peter into submission.
“…Alright. Okay, I see what’s going on. I’m not preaching”, Pete sighs, then puts both hands on Egon’s shoulders. “But I’ll name what I see and I see this: the bags under your eyes are gone. Your cheeks are rosy. You fucking smile, Egie. You never smile! So I’m kinda petrified— but hey, who am I to judge. All I’m saying is: think about it. Yeah? Old uncle Pete’s advice. I’ve made many mistakes so that people like you can learn from them.”
“Done?” Egon asks, not even blinking. “Wonderful. Focus now. I need you downstairs in five. The subject is about to wake up. It requires a qualified parapsychologist with a particularly invasive personality.”
"I love you too, honey."
"Five minutes."
Peter blows him a kiss and disappears behind the corner.
#ghostbusters#egon spengler#egon spengler x peter venkman#peter venkman#fanfiction#bromance#bros before hoes#real talk#the talk#inappropriate#i kind of like it#writing#short
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Chapter 31: In Which Kip Loses a Race
Twig wasn’t necessarily acting off as Kip ordered a meal to split between them at Spinda’s Cafe. She was still herself. She still laughed the same, over-loud way, she still loved the seasoning on that one grilled berry dish and wanted to figure out how Spinda made such a bland, slightly sweet fruit the star of a savory meal, and she still hated juice and always ordered water instead. But there was something underlying all of that. She laughed loudly, and it seemed like a performance— a way to convince him that she was having a good time. She chit-chatted about that one dish and it seemed like she was trying to distract him from the way her tail nervously twitched against the floor. She ordered water and always took a sip when he asked her a question, like she needed to buy herself precious seconds to think of an answer.
They finished at Spinda’s and started on the walk home. It wasn’t too long of a distance, but it certainly wasn’t to the market and back, so it was starting to get dark by the time they hit Treasure Town.
They chatted as they went, and Twig seemed more relaxed as they walked holding each other’s hands. Maybe Kip was judging Twig’s nervousness too harshly. It had been three years since he had last set foot in Treasure Town, and Twig always did have a habit of making things up in her head into bigger sources of stress than they needed to be. He should know— he had the same bad habit of overthinking and catastrophizing.
They really were a perfect match for each other in that way. They both knew how the other’s brain worked— for the most part, at least— and knew how to talk them down from whatever mountain of worries they had worked up for themself. It was a good fit for them to be friends. It made for a wonderfully self-regulating dynamic.
“You look more like a swampert than a marshtomp,” Twig said, breaking the silence as they walked.
“It kind of freaked me out, to be honest. I thought I was sick or something. Our medic said it was an evolution that almost doubled over. Can you believe it? I almost became a swampert in one fell swoop! Imagine how tall I’d be…” He trailed off, elbowing Twig playfully.
She didn’t elbow him back, instead looking crestfallen all of a sudden.
“Are you okay? Did I say something weird?”
“You’re fine, Kip, I just… I was thinking about how I barely evolved at all.”
“What do you mean?”
“I mean that I’m more charmander than charmeleon. Sure, I’m a bit beefier and I’ve got less baby fat, but I still have a charmander’s coloring and everything. I talked to Celebi about it, actually, and she said it’s probably the temporal distortion acting up. She’s not sure I’ll ever evolve again, or if I'll fully evolve if I end up getting another evolution by some miracle.”
“Hey—” Kip put an arm around her shoulders. “You know evolution isn’t that big a deal, right? Lots of pokemon only ever evolve once, or not at all. It’s not an important thing around here. Not unless you want to evolve like Ursaring did. And then you have all the trouble of people mixing you up!” He joked halfheartedly. It killed him, seeing Twig so upset. She didn’t react to the humor, and he worried he overstepped, but he wasn’t sure how to cheer her up.
Twig’s brow creased in frustration before she sighed, relaxing. “Yeah. You’re right. I dunno why I’m treating it like getting good grades in school or whatever. Why cry over it? It’s not a problem worth worrying over.”
“Yeah! Though, um… Definitely get checked out by a professional if you evolve again and it’s another half-evolution. You might have some health problems if you do, and as much as I love Celebi, she’s not exactly certified.”
A small smile twitched at the corners of Twig’s mouth. “You’d think that she would be, after how long she spent bragging about bringing Grovyle back from the brink of death.”
“It’s a little worrisome how proud of that she is.”
“Seriously. I get that she’s saying she’s good at healing people, but I thought that she would be a bit more tactful about it.”
“You’re one to talk, Miss I beat up multiple Legends and only died once on a technicality, therefore I am the best fighter ever.”
“Wh— that was a joke! I was joking! I was doing a funny bit! And it wasn’t even that concerning!”
“Grovyle looked like he was going to have an aneurysm. I thought that I was going to have an aneurysm.”
“You guys just can’t handle a good laugh. That’s all.”
“Or maybe you can’t handle us worrying about you, kidder.”
Twig fell abruptly silent, eyes wide and mouth still opened in whatever rebuttal she was prepared to launch back, but then snapped her jaws closed, silent.
“… Twig? You good?”
She shook herself, and Kip recognized how she tried to disguise the shift in whatever she was thinking about as a shiver. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m just tired. And cold. It’s freezing out here.”
“Oh! Yeah, we’re having a really late frost this year, apparently. Dugtrio said he could feel it in his toe-claws. Which… is weird. I didn’t know he had claws. Or feet.”
“Yeah, that’s a bit… extremely unsettling. But a late frost? Again? It’s been warm for ages, but we’re getting one final little hurrah of a cold snap! We had one a couple years ago, and it was the worst. I was practically holed up inside for the first few weeks of spring.”
“You need to get tested or something. It’s not often that a water-type handles cold better than a fire-type.”
“It’s not often that a fire-type didn’t grow up as a fire-type, either.”
Kip slapped his forehead. “Oh. Duh, of course. I know you were once a human, but sometimes it feels like you were always a charmander before we met. I mean, it might as well have been that way, considering that you don’t remember being human much.”
“Uh… yeah. Yeah, you’re right.”
“Are you okay?”
“Yep, just chilly. Come on, let’s pick up the pace and get back to the bluff already!”
“Wh—” He froze, shocked when Twig took off in a sprint. He rushed forward to keep up, struggling to match her speed. “Slow down! I’m not as fast as you!”
“Loser has to make dinner!”
“We just ate, you menace!”
Twig let out a cackle, high and proud in its sound, and Kip held onto the hope he was just making up the way she looked so terrifyingly sorrowful when he mentioned her amnesia.
#the present is a gift au#pmd eos#pmd fanfic#pmd fic#pokemon mystery dungeon#pmd fanfiction#pmd explorers#pmd2#pmd#pmd sky
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Billy Mine - Act 2.5
After a lot of fighting, Billy assigned an agent to come with me to Maine. He didn't understand that I wasn't asking for permission. He said he wanted to look at my itinerary to see if there was something he could do. If he couldn't do anything, I was still going. This is work. This is my job. I wasn't traipsing off on holiday. Plus it was perfect timing. While I was away, Bill upgraded the security to my apartment.
As I get off the escalator at baggage claim, I feel goosebumps and I know Bill is here already. We turn the corner and Bill is by the luggage carousel. Once he sees us, he makes his way over. "Thanks, Gina. I'll take it from here."
"I appreciate you coming with me, Gina. Thank you again." Gina smiles & waves as she heads out to her car and leaves me with Bill.
Frowning, "Did you check anything in? Or just this?" taking a hold of my carry-on luggage.
"Thanks. No, just that." Billy grips my elbow & steers me out of the airport, having to double step to keep up with his long strides. "What's going on? What happened?"
"I'll tell you in the car. My driver is outside." He doesn't look at me but his gaze sweeps the surrounding area.
*****
Once he's got me settled & headed home, "What's wrong?"
"A couple hours ago, they found the body of one of your attackers. Or who they are guessing is one of your attackers. He was in the back of the van that was used to try and abduct you."
"The body?"
Bill reaches over clasping my hand in his, "An autopsy needs to be done, but...internal bleeding due to blunt force trauma was the initial guess."
"A..and I did that?? I k...killed him? They're going to arrest me."
Sliding closer to me, cradling my face in his hands, "It was self defense. They are not arresting you. They'll need you to go down to the station and look at photos to identify your attacker but I'll be with you, ok? I won't let anything happen to you."
Panicked, "We're going now?"
"No, no." Bill pulls me against him & I welcome his hug. "They'll probably call you tomorrow. I got a contact at the station & he told me. Gave me a heads up. Once they get in touch with you, call me and I'll pick you up. It'll be fine. I promise." He keeps his arm around me for the rest of the ride to my place.
With my parents help I was able to get a small 1 bedroom in the Village. They wanted to keep me closer like Kips Bay but I had my heart set on Village life.
The driver drops us off and Bill escorts me upstairs. He still has my keys so he lets us in and I notice the new security pad. He punches in a code and proceeds to take my bags into my room.
"I brought over food for dinner before I came and got you. You want to shower and clean up? I can reheat the food."
"Bill, you didn't need to do that." He looks at me and shrugs. You squeeze his arm. "Thank you."
He nods to the bedroom. "Go get comfortable. Food will be ready in 30. Then we can go over your new security system afterwards."
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I killed someone. I turn the shower on, hoping it masks my crying. What am I going to do?? It was in self defense but...a man is dead because of me. I slide to the floor and I let the water pour down on me. I pull my knees up to my chest and cry. I don't know how long I was in the shower but evidently it was too long. The next thing I know the water stops and towels are thrown around me.
"Juliet? Honey, talk to me. Please." It's Billy Mine. "Look at me," taking my jaw in his hands and tilting my face up. "Are you hurt? What's the matter?"
Crying, "I killed him, Billy."
"Aw, fuck! Juliet, no. Listen to me. It was you or him. He would have hurt you. You didn't have a choice. You did the right thing." He hugs me to him and I let him. When he lets me go, he grabs my robe from the door. "Let's get you out of here, huh?" He holds the robe out for me but diverts his gaze. I slip it on and knot the ties. He helps me stand. "Can you get dressed? Or do you need help?"
"I got it." He kisses the top of my head and leaves. I'm a fucking mess! Bill saw me naked! This is definitely not how I imagined it going. Son of a bitch! I quickly change and bring out a towel and a set of clothes for Bill since he had to get in the shower to fetch me.
I find him in the kitchen, stirring soup. He walk over to me, and hugs me. "I know you're not hungry but you really need to eat. Try at least the soup. I got sandwiches too."
I pull away and nod. "You can change into this," handing him athletic shorts and a tshirt. "They're new. It was going to be part of my dad's birthday gift. We can throw your stuff in the laundry. These should fit you. Im sorry, Billy."
"Don't be sorry. These will work." He goes back to the bathroom and comes out changed. I grab his clothes along with the extra towels and start the washer.
I return to find him putting soup into bowls. It feels too intimate. So domesticated. I go to the fridge and grab a beer. "You want one? I think we earned it."
He laughs, "Yea, I'll take one."
I was able to drink some soup and Billy walked me through setting up passcodes for the alarm and location of the new sensors. When it came time for him to leave, I didn't want him to go.
"I know you've done so much for me already...but...um," I squeeze my eyes shut. "Could you please stay? Or at least until I can get someone to come over? I thought I could do it, but I can't. I don't want to be alone."
"Bunny..."
Interupting him, "I...I can call my friend, Val. She can stay with me. And if she cant..."
"I'll stay with you." I'm so relieved, I hug him.
"Thank you. Thank you. I'm so sorry." I feel Billy's hands tangle in my hair holding my head to his chest. Billy will keep my nightmares at bay.
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