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satubby · 2 years

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if you dont mind, what would rutile, phos, and cinnabar be like as yanderes? if you dont want to write for all of them you can just pick one

Thanks anon for requesting.

I'll go more for phosphophyllite, since it's currently my focal point and I have a fanfic written of this poor baby.

I will use the male pronouns coming from Japanese as I was informed out there, plus also the manga in Spanish [my native language] comes tarduced as "he". But you can take the gender of the gems as you like.

Warning ⚠️:Toxic behaviors, mental problems and signs of dependency.

Disclaymer <<I do not condone this type of behaviors and neither do I condone relationships of this type>>

This could be bullshit written by someone drunk [Editing is on me]. And many misspellings, sorry

🇾 🇴 🇺 🇳 🇬 🇵 🇭 🇴 🇸 🇵 🇭 🇴 🇵 🇭 🇾 🇱 🇱 🇮 T E

💎This phos is the original, someone innocent and naive. Who has not yet seen or lived the horrors of the world.

💎At this early stage of his life, he is more childish and optimistic, he has no clear concept of the world.

💎Well, him as you met him, well I'll take a creative liberty and add to my Y/N from the fanfic published in AO3.

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💎I will give context of this version of yours. You and phos met by chance, when you were barely a baby, he found you in a seashell shell. It was the first time he saw someone of your kind, similar and different from each other.

💎Phos didn't know what to make of you at first, but something about you managed to catch his attention [something other than your looks and the species you belonged to].

💎At this facet of his life, his attitude is more childish and cheerful colors, he doesn't even know anything about of the reality. Nor does he begin to doubt about whether he lives in a lie nor does he seek or wish to discover the truth of this forgotten world.

💎Phos young is spontaneous, full of confidence and childlike enthusiasm. This is also a problem, he doesn't know how to take care of a human which leads his clumsiness to extreme dangers (lunarians)

💎The young gem is curious, enthusiastic. He has this desire to fight, their intentions are more than pure and innocent. When you came to him by sheer fate, he saw an opportunity and a purpose to serve. Being young and inexperienced, he will make many mistakes, although his crazy side or psychotic tendencies are not yet shown.

💎He tends to be playful, when sensei entrusted him with the task of taking care of you, phos just took it easy. As I have said and will repeat throughout this facet, he doesn't know much about the world around him, he has no awareness of danger as he has never witnessed the risks himself.

💎One of the many things phos would do when he tends to take care of you, is to be very talkative and energetic. This same childish energy is what makes you smile, he will start to notice this and love any attention from you. Phos also loves to play with you, showing you the vast grasslands of this forgotten world.

💎Over time and sere lazy [since you are only a baby of maximum 8 months, plus the author of the manga is lazy with the time that has passed], her own carelessness puts you both at risk. Another thing I forgot to mention is his stubbornness, his stubbornness and also the many times he loves to show off.

💎The events that are coming is what makes phos realize of his reality, which cannot always be unconcerned, now it is not only him, now you depend entirely on his care. When he meets cinnabar after a few days hanging out with you, it is his first encounter with danger and the impending insecurity that begins to grow inside him.

💎 On that day, Phos knows fear. When the Lunarians almost take him away with him, once again because of his carelessness. And in that event, they also almost took you, the last human in this world.

💎He was lucky that cinnabar reacted, although he did get a strong scolding from him. The harsh words of his red-haired companion sounded in his mind "Stop meddling in other people's business, you only put yourself at risk and you should also pay more attention to what belongs to you".

💎Phos wanted to refute, that if he could find a suitable job, cinnabar too and none of them would be alone, although he had you. Though in all honesty, he didn't know his either. It's not until these moments that he remembers you, and little by little an unknown feeling grows in him.

💎Although his intentions are good, Cinnabar did not accept his help, he was more than fine like that and he was afraid of hurting that human that phos had in his arms, he just wanted to go to the moon, be useful to someone. This brings a negative weight for the young aqua green gem.

💎Let's fast forward a few days, as I don't want to go into too many spoilers. Phos is swallowed by the admirabilis in his snail form. As he is descending into the ruler's stomach, many questions run through his mind ….. WHY?, why can't he stop being so useless and naively dumb? He remembered his inefficient job taking care of you, so when he was swallowed he put you first, protecting you as best he could.

💎I will omit his encounter with the ruler and his escape to the sea, the only remarkable thing about this situation would be his curiosity to know more about you. Humans, their past as well as where you come from and being that his sensei wouldn't tell him much about your species or your origin.

💎Availing himself of this, the ruler lures phos into the sea. When he himself is brought before the lunarians, he again realizes how neglected and weak he feels. And it is so, that in these moments he is grateful that sensei has taken you from his side, because he saw him very insecure to take care of you. Deep inside his mind grows those bitter thoughts, his self-esteem doubting.

💎When admirabilis asks her if she knows the feeling of wanting to protect and take something back, as well as asking why he doesn't hate her, he doesn't feel up to judging her. He admires the fact that she would sacrifice everything for someone she loves.

💎Phos doesn't recognize that feeling, and the only thing he could claim to such a thing would be how he feels about you. But since this is an early stage in your relationship, their love is merely platonic.

💎As he loses his legs, a part of him also leaves, his optimism begins to fade, though he remains the same. As he loses his memories too, strangely he hasn't forgotten you or the promise he made to cinnabar.

💎Phos turns fast, he is thrilled with this change and naively believes that now if he could fight and become stronger. With these legs, he finds a new motivation. In fact, when sensei revokes his punishment and you hang out together again, he loves running with you and seeing that cute baby smile. Love your happiness, I would give everything for that expression and the feelings that come with it.

💎His 2nd encounter with the lunarians wakes him up. He is determined to become strong, to not be useless. He wants to prove to everyone that he can do it, he wants to be able to protect you, not to depend on others to survive.

💎Now, if we talk about the phos who already lost his arms and Antarc, his tendencies start to come out.

💎He will be more overprotective, he will doubt everyone and himself. He is afraid of losing you, he has already put many in danger. He knows he's gotten stronger, but it's not enough, he still has holes in his fighting style.

💎At this point you are already a big girl, max 7 years old. [Let's be honest, we don't know how the fuck time works in manga or anime]. This is where little by little a new feeling arises, because with your growth, phos notices the brilliance you give off.

💎Your human condition worries him, anything could hurt you. For the convenience of the script, your body is immortal.

💎This phos has already suffered, he is traumatized by the carelessness of losing antarc. It needs affection, already in this mode, phos becomes an overprotective, insecure and needy yandere.

💎His mental health depends on you, please don't do things that scare him, like running away or not informing him where you are. Lunarians may appear and take you away.

💎One of the many activities he loves to do with you in winter [it's ironic, as it reminds him of that he lost his partner, someone besides you who cared for him] They usually make a lot of snowmen, your charismatic and affectionate attitude stains the face of phosphophyllite in a pale pink color. Since neither you nor he sleeps like other gems, plus this phos has already changed his physiological system and you're just a human who sleeps daily periods of 8 hours.

💎In order not to bore you, they play many games that they keep inventing, this is tender, he admires your childishness, he sees himself in you.

💎Phos swore to protect you, he will never lose another loved one [antarc]. When bort offers him help to improve his fighting style, you instantly want to give him a chance too and will fight his side, which is a resounding no from the paranoid gem.

💎In general, he just wants to be loved and appreciated, to feel useful. Therefore, do not throw it away or abandon it like others, want it as it is, with its defects and virtues. [Although in the end, this ends in a clinging and psychotic phosphophyllite, sick with love and desire for revenge]

I'm sorry if this doesn't make fucking sense, sorry anon, I did what I could and besides, I'm re-reading the manga since I put it down 1 year ago.

Also, I want to study its moon version thoroughly and dedicate its own scenario to it. This I wrote at 1 in the morning, it can be absolute bullshit.

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player-1 · 1 year

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Now I know that I'm invading my dash with Trigun stuff, but to all the TriStamp fans who need an extra dose of copium up until the season 1 finale, do I have a deal for you!

Trigun (1998): The not-exactly complete adaptation of the Trigun manga (and/or Trigun Maximum) in a wholesome emotional take of the spaghetti-western genre with a perfectly goofy but terrifying Vash the Stampede. The dub reigns supreme with tones and characterization, and even when the story is close to 60% filler, the pacing between the action (and Kuroneko) gave me time to enjoy the main cast and the environment no matter how brief the encounters are. And on a brief sidenote, Milly is best girl, Wolfwood is actually more than a kickass "priest", the Gung-Ho-Guns (aka. Eyes of Michael) are way more terrifying compared to TriStamp, and Nai/Knives actually gets some goddamn therapy whether he wants to or not.

Land of the Lustrous (Houseki no Kuni): Also produced by the same studio as TriStamp (Studio Orange) but 7 years ahead of its time, it follows the manga of the same name as a quiet apocalypse of the Mind, Body, and Soul; sentient jellyfish amalgamations who live in a near-endless ocean, ageless (and genderless) gemstones who fight for their own purpose in life, and ethereal spirits of the moon who live in cheap entertainment and glittering fancies...And extra fun fact, the jp VA for Phosphophyllite/Phos is the same VA as jp Vash, and their roles are just as similar in anime and manga even if it covers the first arc of Phos' journey. The dub is just as great, but that's just some food for thought. :)

Nier: Automata ver. 1.1a: Produced by A1 Studios, it makes a surprisingly nostalgic retelling of the action-slashing post-apocalyptic game with a interesting blend of homages to Yoko Taro's other titles (Nier/Replicant/Reincarnation & Drakengard 3) as well as changing the original storyline to tie in loose ends. And a great way to explain the 26 whole endings of the game is through cutesy little puppet shows and paper cutouts with a twist. It also gets updated around the same time as TriStamp, so it can also work as a palate cleanser as well!

Dorohedoro: If you want more gore and guts than what TriStamp (somewhat) watered down from the manga, and gives the fans a wholesome dose of found family/familial relationships, then Dorohedoro might be the thing for you! Produced by MAPPA (of Chainsaw Man), it follows the story of two worlds ravaged by magic smoke, demons, ghouls, and one lizard-headed goofball who eats gyoza like a blackhole and has a man living in his mouth like a reverse sock puppet. While I didn't cross-check the manga for its accuracy, the grittiness of the Hole versus the not-Hogwarts level of magical worldbuilding gives you a wacky and wonderful show with plenty of mysteries in every turn...Also Nikaido and Noi are best buff girls, Kaiman is a dangerous dork, and Ebisu deserves all the hugs and pats in the world.

#trigun #trigun maximum #trigun stampede #trigun spoilers #trigun stampede spoilers #dorohedoro #houseki no kuni #nier automata ver1.1a #trigun 98 #anime recommendation #Come get your food TriStamp fans!

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ouroboros-panacea · 5 years

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Did I mention I love Phos

Yeah I love Phos.

#houseki no kuni #hnk #phosphophyllite #hnk phos #phos #precious child #so cute #you need therapy #and hugs #lots of hugs #so many hugs #ilu #ichikawa can they be happy please #ouro has no chill

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lille082 · 4 years

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avi•o•pho•bia

I’m sneaking in just before midnight on the West Coast so this technically still qualifies for Moneypenny Monday, right? ;)

A fic fulfilling the “Moneypenny friendship” and “Reverse a common trope” for the Trope Prompt Table (004) by @mi6-cafe

avi•o•pho•bia

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“Your target,” M said as he handed the file folder over to Q, “and your tickets to Hong Kong. Double-Oh Nine will be waiting for you in a silver MG6 in Car Park 4. ”

Q nodded, opening the file to skim the first page. M hesitated before continuing, waiting for Q’s attention to be back on him.

“I know it’s a bit. . .unusual, this. But we wouldn’t be sending you if we didn’t think it completely necessary.”

“I understand. A paper file feels a bit nostalgic, really,” Q smirked, holding it up. “I’ll be sure to destroy it after reading.”

“Yes, well, that’d be a good idea. To have our analysts worried about just having his name in our system, you’d think the mere mention of it would alert him to our presence,” Mallory sighed and shook his head. “But no, I apologize about having to send you on such a. . .lengthy flight.”

Q shrugged and slipped the file into his messenger bag.

“All in a day’s work, sir. I don’t mind a bit of field work now and then. It gives me a bit of perspective about what agents deal with out there; it can come in handy during the design process. Is there anything else?”

M studied him for a moment, feeling a bit like they weren’t having the same conversation.

“Uh, yes. I took the liberty of contacting Dr. Smythe ahead of our briefing. If you’d like to swing by Medical, she’d be happy to provide you with something to make the trip more bearable.”

Q frowned, hiking the strap of his messenger bag up higher on his shoulder as it began to slip.

“I’m afraid I’m not following.”

M shifted uncomfortably.

“Ms. Moneypenny informed me some time ago of your—er, aviophobia, is it?”

“Ah,” Q frowned and he looked down, fidgeting with the fraying cuff of his cardigan, “I see. Well, don’t worry about me, sir. I’ll be fine.”

M cleared his throat as he sat down behind his behemoth desk.

“Of course, Q. Good luck in the field.”

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As he rode the lift up to Moneypenny’s flat, Q took a deep breath and tried to relax his shoulders for the first time in what felt like months, despite it only having been two weeks. He hadn’t been lying when he told M he enjoyed being in the field occasionally, but it was good to be on home soil once more.

His physical presence had actually been required this time and taking down their target had challenged Q in a way he hadn’t been in a long while. And even though the target had been taken care of, Q was positive it wasn’t the last they’d see of his network.

The doors of the lift opened with a laconic ding.

Q knocked on Moneypenny’s door moments later and wasn’t kept waiting. Eve flung the door open with a sunny smile and Q couldn’t help returning it.

“I got Pad Thai,” he said, toeing off his shoes as Eve grabbed the take away bag from him.

“Did you know you’re my absolute favorite?” She said, pulling plates out of the cupboard. A bottle of red was already breathing on the counter, two empty wine glasses beside it.

“You say that to everyone, Eve,” Q snorted as he poured them each a generous portion.

“Yes, but I actually mean it with you.” Eve grinned, opening up one of the containers and inhaling the spicy-savory-sweet steam it emitted. “When’d you get in?”

Q paused to think and shook his head.

“Fuck if I know—I technically left tomorrow? My body has no idea what time is anymore.”

Eve giggled as she dished them both heaping platefuls.

“Well, it is eight o’clock on Friday night and you, my love, are in for a much needed wine and whinge night.”

He toasted her before taking a healthy slug of his wine.

She grabbed their plates and chopsticks while Q managed to pick up Eve’s glass and the bottle of wine, following her to the living room. They settled beside each other on the couch, the coffee table acting as a suitable substitute for the dining table.

Q recognized the grin on Eve’s face as she turned towards him and he narrowed his eyes.

“What?” He asked warily.

“You. Double-Oh Nine. Hong Kong. Spill everything,” she gushed.

He sipped at his wine primly before setting the glass beside his plate with a theatrical sigh.

“Nothing to spill, really. The target’s network was well beyond anything Alex could have hacked and he needed help. To be honest, I was almost stumped at one point but managed to get in with a brute force attack using—“

“So it’s Alex now, is it?” Eve interrupted, just before shoveling noodles into her mouth.

“It is his name, isn’t it?” Q picked his plate up and shrugged. “You don’t spend two weeks in a rather cozy safe house without getting to know each other a bit better…”

Eve emitted a high pitched noise that Q was fairly certain could be classified as a squeal.

“I knew it! I knew he wasn’t just hanging around Q-Branch because he was ‘interested in computers.’ Interested in your arse, more like it.”

“Eve!” Q admonished, laughing. He paused to pick up his wine when a thought struck him. “By the way, you wouldn’t happen to know why M thinks I’m terrified of flying, would you?”

Eve coughed, inhaling a noodle on accident as she swallowed. It took her half the wine glass to be able to speak again, but Q wasn’t entirely sure that it wasn’t because she needed some time to form a response.

“It. . .Well, I—,” She started before deflating a bit and slouching back into the couch cushions, “Shit, I’m sorry, Q. It wasn’t something I thought would become a thing, really. . .”

“What would become a thing?”

“I may have sort of implied to M—not Mallory—that you were afraid of flying?”

“Why? When?” Q blinked, trying to process her response.

“Ugh, it’s stupid. I swear I thought it would just be that Shanghai mission, really.”

“Wait, Bond’s Shanghai mission? Before—“

“Yeah. . .I—,” Eve’s gaze had become fixed on a spot next to her wine glass. “We had just lost so many people and you were just settled into your position but the mission wasn’t something that needed you specifically there and. . .”

She cleared her throat, trying to rid it of the hoarse tone coloring it as she went on. Silence stretched between them before Q reached out to take her hand.

“And?” He rubbed his thumb against the back of her hand.

“I couldn’t bear the thought of losing you too.” She looked at him, sadness etched in her smile.

“Come here,” he shifted on the sofa to pull her into a fierce hug. Releasing her, he pressed a kiss to her hair. “I get it. It’s okay.”

Pulling back, she surreptitiously wiped a stray tear from her face.

“I’m sorry. Somehow I think it ended up in your personnel file because Tanner started talking about it out of the blue and I couldn’t find the right time to correct it or—“

“Eve, really. It’s okay. Please, don’t be sorry,” Q paused, settling back against the couch cushions, shoulder to shoulder with her. He continued in a soft voice, “Thank you.”

She frowned and she echoed his words back to him.

“‘Thank you?’”

He smiled and nudged her shoulder with his own. “Yeah, thank you. You’re the first person who has ever cared enough about me to put their own life in danger over mine. That’s. . .it means a lot to me.”

A soft smile bloomed on her face and she nudged her shoulder against his in return.

“Anytime, Q.”

Q handed Eve her plate again and silence engulfed them once more as they ate, content to enjoying the other’s presence for a bit.

After some time, Q leaned forward and topped both of their wine glasses off before handing Eve hers.

“I have my pilot’s license, you know,” he mused. “Just a private license, of course, nothing excessive. But when you do manage to access that personnel file, maybe put something in about exposure therapy or whatever.”

Eve gaped at him before laughing, gobsmacked, into her wine glass.

He smiled to himself, pleased he could still surprise his closest friend when they dealt in secrets for a living.

“So,” she eventually drawled, wicked grin returning, “just how cozy was this safe house?”

Q hid his irrepressible grin behind his wine glass before responding.

“Oh, the standard bare-bones affair. . .of course, in places that size, there’s really only room for a single bed. . .”

Eve’s jaw dropped.

“You didn’t.”

“He was a perfect gentleman—offered to sleep on the sofa and everything. But I managed to convince him we’d get along just fine in the same bed.”

“And?”

“Oh, we got along just fine,” he smirked.

“You hussy! That first night?”

“The next morning, actually.” He gifted her with a perfectly innocent expression. “There are only so many options one has when they wake up to their bedmate’s erection pressed against their thigh.”

Listening to Eve’s playfully jealous whinging about Double-Oh Nine made Q’s heart lighter than he could remember it being.

Was she a bit too invested in his love life? Perhaps. But he couldn’t bring himself to deny her any of the information she wanted.

After all, what were friends for?

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clownsgobeepbeep · 5 years

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The Miss’ Friends

@grotesquegabby

@post-itpenny

Gonna take a small-ish break from the angst/bittersweetness, kind of, so I went and wrote this useless but I guess...nice thing X3 Some of yours are in this

This takes place after the fic where Lennie talked to Ula in the future uwu

After the other day, Ula had been feeling quite awful because of everything that had happened. Or more like, what she did and caused.

Technically, this is an introduction X3 These will be written more hopefully~

Her emotions took over her and had gone to her physical state and had even started to drain out her colors; this was something certain people sensed very clearly.

Basil himself after the other day, oh boy, he felt like a million bucks.

He had felt it whilst in his own timeline, laying in bed before a rush of adrenaline hit him and he quickly sat up in bed(even managing to surprise his sister who had snuck into his room to attempt to steal his knife). With this, Basil didn’t have to look for clues or even wonder what had caused such a feeling, he very well knew what it was.

“Look, I know that we typically agree on things but...this is one of the worst ideas you have ever suggested.”

Basil walked down the path that lead to the house owned by his grandparents, a hand in his pocket as his other hand held onto a bag that was at his side. On his other side was his sister who looked at him rather apprehensively for once in a while.

“Basil, Basil please.” Flora tugged on her brother’s jacket, even sinking her heels into the grass that now grew and wrapped around her legs. “Basil!”

Flora’s brother was far too strong and not even pulling him back was enough to make him slow down, his walking continuing as if nothing. The grass around Basil’s sister now ripped as she was now being dragged by Basil who walked up to the front entrance.

“Audrey!”

At this Basil immediately stopped, slowly and menacingly turning his head to look at his sister who frowned up at him.

“Don’t you think mom’s gonna notice the-”

Basil then turned and continued on his way, ringing the doorbell as his sister pinched the bridge of her nose while standing up. The boy looked straight at the door as footsteps were heard, then the locks being undone before the door opened to reveal an extremely familiar face.

“Hey there bud.” Basil looked into the face that his basically resembled.

“Hello Schrader.” Flora answered for her and her brother. “Is Ula home?”

“Oh yeah. Well, there’s actually a lot of people home.” Schrader chuckled as he invited the siblings in as they now saw that the living room was somewhat filled with relatives.

“What did I tell you?” Flora whispered to her brother who replied with an elbow nudge. “Where’s Ula?”

“In her room, talking to Amaranthus and Mr. Cecilio.”

“Frabjous.” Flora smiled at Schrader who gave her a weird face, smiling nonetheless.

“Well if you two need me, I’ll be over here with the guys.”

The siblings nodded before they watched Schrader walk away and towards one of the couches where the band boys all sat, chatting with each other with smiles and laughter. However, Basil knew better, clearly sensing the anger they all felt, with the exception of Schrader. He then turned to look elsewhere, the ‘Space Moth’ family sat together with the moth father feeling guilty of himself. On another side was the ‘Bunny’ family, the parents somewhat upset as one of their children was missing. Basil knew exactly why.

“Maybe we should leave.” Flora grabbed her brother’s arm to drag him away, then stopping in her steps as somebody else now stood in front of her. She looked up as Basil looked in front of him, both seeing a smiling woman.

“What a surprise that you’re both here! But a welcome one.~”

“Hello Mrs. D’Vitt!” Flora waved before she and Jelly embraced, Basil then following after as they stood before Jelly.

“What brings you two around here?” Jelly smiled before Flora glanced at her brother.

“Well, we wanted to see if we could maybe make Ula cheer up.”

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“Look, I honestly think that I’m...feeling better.”

“I know, I know, but you can never be too sure.”

Ula gave a sigh and playful roll of her eyes as she sat in bed, Ama on it as well while hugging her best friend.

“You don’t need a joke? A prank?” asked their grandpa who sat beside the bed, Ula shaking her head.

“Grandpa, I think I’m fine, really. Sure, I am still upset about the whole situation…”Ula quieted down as she looked at her hands. “But...well…”

“Have you seen him yet?”

“No, he’s still gone. But it doesn’t matter, I understand it was because I-”

“Don’t play the blame game.” Cecilio then took Ula’s hand to give her a comforting squeeze. “You heard your mom and dad. It’s not your fault, it’s not Atlas’ fault. You both just need to have a talk is all, with both sides speaking.”

“You guys should stop playing the therapy game.” Ula gave a bit of a huff. “I’m okay, really. I just don’t know how I’ll be once Atlas is back and I talk to him. That is, if he...even talks to me.”

“Ula…”

“Seriously, I don’t know why so many people came to check on me. I’m fine.”

“You weren’t fine when Schrader left…” Ama quietly stated while hugging Ula tighter. “Or when he came back...or when he and I found you…”

“Well, I’m fine this time.” Ula stated as her relatives could only stare at her with a now silent worry and as they stared at her, Ula’s doorknob jiggled before the door was opened. All three turned to the door where they saw Lennie, and he gave a small smile before speaking.

“Hey Ula, you have some more visitors.”

“You’ve gotta be kidding me.” Ula made an irritated face. “As much as I’m grateful for the visits, I really don’t see why I matter right now.”

“I think you’ll like these visitors though.” Lennie gave a small shrug as well as unsure smile. “Maybe you should get out of bed, join everybody else.”

“Not if uncle Vespers is there.” Ula managed to cross her arms. “I...I can’t look at him right now.”

“I know, I understand...but...well...Ula, please, do it for me and your mother.” Lennie sighed. “Especially your mother.”

“Alright, alright.” Ula nodded before Ama released her, both climbing off the bed before Cecilio stood up from his chair before they all walked out of the bedroom. As Ama and Cecilio exchanged yet more concerned looks, they followed Lennie into the living room where everybody else was gathered.

As they entered, Ula turned away after her eyes met with Vespers’ own, then looking over to where her mother stood with two familiar kids.

“Basil? Flora?” Ula tilted her head before said kids turned to her, Basil tilting his head as well before all three approached each other. “What are you guys doing here? I-I thought Basil and your mom-”

“I’m better now.” was what Basil signed after having taken out his hand from his pocket.

“And our mother and baby brother are now healthy! Well, baby brother is unfortunately missing some limbs but...he’s fine, he’s finally okay.”

“Well, I’m so glad to hear that.” Ula smiled at the two before noticing that Basil had a bag in his other hand. “If you don’t mind me asking, what’s with the bag?”

“Oh! Right, we thought this would make you feel a little better for now.” Flora’s expression brightened before her brother turned to her with a glare. “This will be just for a while since we of course have to return them home.”

“Them?” Ula raised an eyebrow before Basil brought the bag up, opening it as only a darkness could be seen.

Ula peered inside before being slightly startled at the sound of a chirp, then backing up once something flew out of the bag. Her eyes widened as another chirp was heard, now realizing that it was almost bubble like, and from above an adorable smile was directed down towards her.

“I am so glad you finally opened that darn bag!” a voice shouted in an irritated tone, everybody and Ula now looking at the bag as a leg appeared and was followed by another. And then, two puffy buns that looked like pom poms attached to a black and white head with four yellow eyes.

“It was stuffy being in there with all those-” the voice continued before the entire figure was now out of the bag and on Basil’s arm. “Oh, hello there.”

“What is that!?” sounded Phoebe’s voice as she now hopped off Vespers’ lap, attempting to take a closer look at the spider who crossed her arms.

“Excuse you, it is, who is that? The name is Posey.” the spider stated with a scoff before turning to the obviously surprised Ula. “And I am here to serve you Miss-”

“Ula, her name is Ula.” Flora gave the spider a look.

“Of course, Miss Ula.” Posey turned to Ula again with a limb now held up. “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.”

“Um, the, um...the pleasure’s mine.” Ula blinked a few times before the bag shook, Posey nearly falling off before Flora caught her. “There’s more?”

“Of course! That one is Flubby.” Flora pointed to the bubbly one who now hovered over several guests, everybody quite amazed by this new creature. “And this next one,”

Basil tipped the bag over before his possum rolled out, giving a screech before wrapping his tail around Basil’s leg.

“Not that one! The other one!”

Basil rolled his eyes before a head popped out, one with big eyes. Soon the creature crawled out and Ula saw how it was almost like a cat, with a flat face.

“This is an-” Ula then stopped herself once the creature’s head went up as its face was now right in front of hers, for its neck and tail had now elongated. “-interesting one.”

“Whoa! What’s this little guy’s name?” they all heard, turning to see Cecilio who now leaned down to look at the creature who now wiggled its neck.

“Wiggles!”

“Wiggles?” Cecilio grinned before petting Wiggles’ neck, the creature then opening its mouth in a strange way that made Cecilio laugh. “No way! It opens like a trash can.”

“That’s what Wiggles basically is! They love to eat trash!”

“Oh, if only the old hag were still here.”

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“Okay, okay, another picture.”

Cosmos and Vespers chuckled to themselves as they sat on a couch, all three of their kids sitting between them as Cosmos took Phoebe’s camera.

“Say, cheese.”

“Cheese!” they all exclaimed before hearing a bubby sound, the children laughing as Flubby appeared from behind to photobomb their picture, once again.

“Flubby, you stop that.” came a voice that made all the family and Flubby turn to the table beside them where they found Posey with her arms crossed. “Stop bothering this family.”

“Oh, they’re not bothering at all.” Vespers poked the bubble that Flubby was inside of, making them give a giggle like sound before doing a sort of back flip in the air. “What’s your name again?

“Posey! It means small flower bouquet, because my Miss says that I am exactly that.” Posey flaunted her colorful body. “Are you supposed to be a moth?”

“Well, I am a moth.” Vespers chuckled before the twins jumped up.

“Us too.~” they stated in unison before Posey backed away with a disturbed expression.

“Daddy.”

“We’re gonna go see the possum.”

“Yes, the possum.~”

“Okay boys, you go on ahead.” Vespers gave a nervous chuckle before the twins floated up into the air, levitating away before he turned back to Posey.

“They’re creepy.”

“Well, I...um…”Vespers gave a bit of a shrug as he didn’t know how to reply to her. “ So, who’s your ‘Miss’ ?”

“Nobody that concerns you.” Posey crossed her arms again which made Vespers chuckle. “Who’s your Miss?”

“Don’t think I have one.” Vespers shrugged before feeling Cosmos’ hand on his shoulder.

“I’m gonna go make sure the twins don’t make the possum disappear into another dimension.”

“I say you sit down and let them do just that.” Posey giggled before the couple looked at her in surprise. “He’s an annoying little thing who only shrieks.”

“Alrighty then.” Cosmos cleared his throat before walking away, now leaving Vespers with the little spider who stared up at him.

“Did you get into a fight?”

Vespers looked at Posey in confusion.

“No, why?”

“Your sleeve is ripped.” Posey climbed onto his arm before tugging on the ripped area.

“Oh, probably got that when we pulled the twins apart since they actually had a fight.”

“Of course.” Posy shook her head, then grabbing the ripped spot before making a few movements here and there, some tickling Vespers.

“What are you doing?”

“Nothing since I’m done.” Posey climbed off his arm and turned away. Vespers looked down at his sleeve and was surprised to see that it looked completely normal, now realizing that the spider had stitched it up and made it look new.

“You’re welcome, bug boy.”

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“Go far!”

On the other side of the living room, Ula sat in between Basil and Flora who watched the show before them. They saw as Cecilio stood on one end of the view with Lennie beside him, then Ama on the other with Jeff as each side had a trash can.

“Wiggles over here!”

“They seem to be having fun.” Ula commented as she felt Basil lean his head on her shoulder, so she responded by running a hand through his hair.

“Are you glad we brought these friends over?” Flora turned to Ula with a hopeful expression. “Are you feeling better?”

“Of course, I have been for a while.” Ula smiled down at her before holding her face. “You guys are really great.”

“Ula! Catch!”

Ula turned and reacted quickly as a crumpled up paper landed in her hands, then noticing as Wiggles ran over to her and opened its mouth. She giggled to herself before dropping the trash inside, the creature then happily running off to continue its game with the others.

“Thank you, Ula.” Flora now snuggled next to Ula who embraced her as well as Basil who buried his face into her.

“Nah, thank you guys. You’re always here when I need it.” Ula caressed Flora’s hair.

“Just like Schrader.” Flora whispered to herself as she glanced to the side to see said young man talking with the guys, all in awe at the sight that was Flubby floating between them all.

“I bet your parents are so proud of you both.” Ula hugged both of the siblings, Flora smiling with a nod before mumbling to herself.

“Yeah, I hope they are…”

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crazedlunatic · 5 years

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Transition

I think things are getting worse with Nick.

He’s been acting happier than usual. Or at least not as broody as usual.

Yeah, that is the issue. Who goes from never wanting to leave the house to staying out extra hours at a time? I don’t even know if he’s really going to therapy.

I know for a fact he isn’t going to group therapy anymore.

What?!

You know that’s breaking his exit plan contract.

Blaine, why didn’t you tell me?

It’s fine.

He’s fine.

Tell me why he came home three hours after his therapy session ended yesterday? And don’t say subway issues because I checked. There were no delays.

You’re trying to create an issue because you don’t have one to worry about.

That’s ridiculous.

I don’t think it is.

Will you talk to him?

And say what? ‘Nick, I’m glad you seem like you’re finally doing better but tell me what you’re doing wrong, so we can add something else to the list?’

I’m serious.

I’m not talking to him by myself. I’ll talk to him but you have to be there.

Fine. Thank you.

…

“I don’t even know what to ask.” Blaine whispered, coming up behind Kurt in the kitchen. “I don’t even think we should be saying anything to him.”

“Well you don’t have to worry about it yet because apparently he isn’t home. I knew it was too soon to go back to work. For the last two weeks, any time I’ve come home on lunch he’s been gone.” Kurt sighed, looking behind him to make sure Nick hadn’t come in.

“Didn’t we literally just tell him he needed to get out more?” Blaine asked.

“Well I didn’t think he was going to go traipsing through New York City by himself. I don’t like that.”

“He has done it since he was fourteen.”

“I didn’t really like it then either.” Kurt muttered.

“If we want him to start doing normal things again, we’re going to have to do a few things we aren’t comfortable with yet.”

They both quit talking as Nick came in the back door.

“Hey, Nicky.” Blaine smiled.

“Oh God. Why are you two standing there like that?” Nick looked at them.

“I’m starting dinner.”

“Well… is it invisible food tonight?” Nick asked.

Blaine almost laughed and then stopped himself.

Had Nick made a joke for the first time in eight months?

He had.

“But why is Dad home? Dad, why are you home?”

“Because Kurt asked me to be. Ow, Kurt.” Blaine glared at Kurt.

“Okay… well I’m going to go upstairs.” Nick said slowly.

“Blaine.” Kurt looked at him, silently pleading.

“So… just to get this over with, where have you been going in the middle of the day?”

“Wait…” Nick looked at Kurt since it was obviously Kurt’s question. “You told me I needed to go out more and be in the functioning world. Which is it? What do you want from me?”

Kurt swallowed. “I don’t know what I want from you.”

“Well maybe figure it out before you start interrogating me for doing what you said I needed to be doing.” Nick said. “You say go left, I go left, and then you want me to go right. And then left. I’m going to get hit by a car. I don’t want to be frogger.”

“Blaine, it’s not funny. He’s not funny.” Kurt snapped, seeing Blaine trying not to smile.

“I didn’t know he knew what Frogger was. I’m sorry.” Blaine covered his mouth.

“What do you want?” Nick asked, going to get a bottle of water out of the fridge. “For real, Daddy? What can I do to make this transition easier for you?”

“Nick… That isn’t fair.”

“I am not being an ass. I am genuinely asking you what you want me to do.”

“I don’t know.” Kurt admitted. “I thought you needed to be out but… what if something happens? What if you pass out or if something just gives out?”

“You are the one that asked David if I was okay to take myself to my appointments. Oh my God. You are driving me crazy.”

“He’s fine.” Blaine told Kurt.

“What?” Kurt asked.

“He has not argued with us in nine months. This is all I need to hear. He’s fine.”

Nick scowled and muttered, “Should I start logging when I pee too?”

Blaine sent Kurt a look at Nick headed for the doorway to the living room.

“Where are you going?”

“I don’t know. Nowhere. Everywhere.” Nick shrugged. “I may go play in traffic again. That was fun.”

“You aren’t helping, Nicholas.” Kurt watched him.

“You want to know what I did today?” Nick asked.

“Yes. Please just tell me.” Kurt rubbed his forehead.

“So today I got up—by myself. I ate two breakfast bars—by myself. I walked to my therapist appointment—by myself. Then I got pho—by myself. Then I went to the library— by myself. And then I came here—no longer by myself. Although right now I’m kind of wishing I was by myself.”

“Wait. You’ve seen Ryan?” Blaine asked.

“Yeah. I ran into him at the bookstore a week ago—where I was by myself. And I’ve seen him a few other times since then—not by myself.”

“Nick, stop that.” Kurt sighed.

“I’m sorry but if you two are going to be over my recovery and have conservatorship, then you both need to get on the same page. Dad’s laughing, you look like you want to cry, and I don’t even know what to do.” Nick took a seat at the island.

“I think we are in this weird transitional stage where none of us know what to do.” Blaine said slowly after a couple of minutes. “I mean, I’m glad we’re—you’re here but it’s kind of hard for Kurt to go from being with you all day every day, to being away at work with you home alone all day, and then to not knowing where you are when he comes home for lunches or from work...”

Kurt nodded.

“So maybe you could send Kurt a text message letting him know you’re okay if it gets close to 3:00 and you still aren’t home? We know you don’t need to be told what to do… and we know that you’re eating your three meals and four snacks a day. We just want to make sure you are safe and… making good decisions. We don’t want you to… slip back.” Blaine said.

“Daddy could have said something to me himself instead of bringing the brigade in. Is Zach going to pop out soon?” Nick looked right at Kurt.

“I’m sorry.” Kurt took a deep breath.

Nick got up and went to hug him. “I am not sorry because you are the crazy one but I will text you if I’m not home when you go to lunch or when you get home.”

“Can you call me?” Kurt asked.

Nick looked a little annoyed as he said, “Yes. I can call you… like when I was twelve and we got home alone after school.”

“How about we call for two weeks and then transition to text…?” Blaine asked. “That way we are all compromising?”

“Whatever. That’s fine.” Nick grabbed another water bottle out of the fridge. “Can I to my room—by my—“

“Don’t you dare finish that sentence.” Kurt glared.

“Self.” Nick gave a smile and then headed upstairs.

“What was that…?” Kurt asked, looking at Blaine. “Was that… Nick?”

“I don’t know but it’s not just Ryan he’s hanging out with.” Blaine glanced up the stairs.

“Well who could he be hanging out with?”

“Someone that is apparently bringing out his sense of humor.” Blaine sighed. “He literally hasn’t made a joke since January, Kurt… I don’t know. He may not even had made jokes at school…”

“Okay but… it could just be another friend, right?” Kurt asked hesitantly.

“Could be.” Blaine lied.

“It’s too soon for him to be dating. No.” Kurt’s eyes widened. “That is exactly what they said he should NOT do. For an entire year after the end of his stay.”

“I’m not saying he’s dating somebody… I’m just saying, he’s seeing somebody. I don’t think Nick is even in an emotional place to date right now… but it’s not us making him smile again. I’m not about to tell him to not see whoever it is anymore.”

Kurt’s eyes lit up. “Oh my God! What if it’s Ryan?!”

“Kurt. Nick and Ryan will never happen. Ryan is not gay even if he and Nick used to cuddle in high school.”

“Oh, come on. We did a lot of things when we were ‘cuddling’ that Dad and Carole didn’t know about. Maybe Ryan has had a revelation of his undying love for Nicky.” Kurt bit his lip.

“You’re insane.” Blaine shook his head, smiling. “But it’s not going to happen. I know you love Ryan to death but it’s just not going to happen.”

“Should we say anything, though? Or try to find out who he’s ‘seeing’?” Kurt asked.

“No. I think we should butt out unless he starts back tracking.” Blaine leaned against the counter.

“Blaine… do you think he’s through it?” Kurt lowered his voice. “Do you think he’s through the worst of it?”

“Don’t get too excited.” Blaine warned. “You know they said that it can take several failed attempts before he’s really recovered.”

“He has been doing so much better, though.” Kurt glanced towards the stairs.

“I know. I just don’t want it to come crashing down if this isn’t it. I really hope it is, though. He and Zach are talking regularly again, he’s been steadily gaining weight… he actually gets up and when he’s back with therapy he doesn’t get back in bed.”

“And he smiled. He smiled, Blaine.”

Blaine pulled Kurt close, hugging him tightly. “I really, really hope he’s through the worst of it. We all need a break… Especially Nick.”

#wbuct drabble #wbuct prompt

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fifth-times-the-charm · 5 years

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Letting Go Part I.

How can you really be friends with someone who was never really your friend?

After months of complaining to so many people, I was almost ready to let it go. I’ve contemplated “letting it fade” after the platonic dinner we had last week. Coming into that dinner, I spent half the week preparing myself to confront you for completely dismissing my request for dinner the Wednesday before. I practiced sounding more ‘objective’ so that I didn’t come off as some crazy bitch who kept rewatching your Instagram stories to see if I could identify signs of a new girl. However, after 2 weeks of not seeing each other and catching up, I realized there was a much bigger elephant in the room. It was the end of this fling we were having, more specifically, it was the end of any more dates, flirting, sex and hope that all these would’ve blossomed into anything romantic.

In the end, I didn’t speak up because the elephant was so obvious that addressing anything else would’ve been like tormenting a carcass. After all, it was just casual, right? So as we hugged goodbye, mutually agreeing in silence to just part ways without any post-dinner activities, I decided that was it - the closure I needed.

The next day, I kept myself busy at work and tried to resist the temptation of opening up Instagram so that I didn’t fall into the same trap again. After 2 days of successfully staying off, I decided to test my willpower and take a peek at Pandora’s box. I gotta admit, you looked really good in your dental scrubs playing with your nephews. I rewatched it again several times to remind myself that despite physical attraction and your ‘paper perfect’ qualities, you are not for me.

But something unconsciously lingered anyway as it prompted me to send you a ‘friendly’ snap later that night of the small-ass TV currently sitting in my living room. I thought you would’ve found it funny, since we used to watch Netflix on a much bigger screen. No reply. “OK he must be busy”, I assured myself, “on a Friday night”. Of course you were busy, you were eating at a fancy Mexican restaurant in Tustin at 9pm. It obviously wasn’t a party of 1 and I wondered if that was who you went to Mexico with a while back when I was felt us drifting. Where the real joke lied though, was that you complained two days ago about the idea of driving 45 minutes to Irvine for the Japanese food I had recommended. And there you were, 10 minutes away from me.

Talking it out with some friends over liquor that night made me realize “letting it fade” was just an euphemism for staying in a limbo. I was convinced that I needed to solidly cut this ‘friends with benefit’ relationship to eliminate this tension we had and to save the possibility of a friendship or even acquaintance down the line. By the time I went to therapy and started talking about you the next day, it finally occurred to me that I have been putting you on a pedestal this whole time. All these enticing qualities about you, I discovered myself from the long hours I spent digging through your social media, trying to learn more about you and getting past the jokester façade you always put out. I manifested the idea of how great you were from what you posted to the world, but not from our interactions over text or in person. For some time, I even forgot all the wonderful people in my life that I would’ve never been able to share with you anyway because I remembered you always carried a hint of judgment and close-mindedness.

So even when you commented on my stories of tacos that Saturday, I brushed it off until it was convenient for me to reply. That’s what regular friendship is - there is no inclination for me to prioritize you above my family and close friends. I nonchalantly check your story again, this time you’re at a brewery you once took me to, with your boys, no biggie. I thought you would’ve laughed that I saw the same dog and corn hole in the background of my friend’s story too. Just a friend.

I woke up the next morning to your message that you had ran into my co-worker at the club, the one whom you met when I brought you to her Spotify release party a while back. You even sent me a short selfie video of you two dancing. I couldn’t help but find it hilarious and actually kind of endearing, like those times you tried to video chat me during your car ride with your best friend on New Year’s Eve.

Later that day, I saw that you also went to the same Viet restaurant again where we had our last encounter a couple days ago. I poked fun at you because it was your 3rd time eating pho that week. Clearly you shared my humor as you decided to let me know the next day that you really craved pho for lunch, but opted for Top Ramen instead. I chuckled, suggesting tacos being a great alternative. You replied, “Too bad it’s not Taco Tuesday”. “Well”, I bantered, “Everyday can be Taco Tuesday if you go to Taqueria Los Gueros”. That was your favorite spot in Anaheim for cheap tacos that you showed me.

And of course that’s what you end up getting for dinner, which I found out on your story later that night. I get paranoid. I noticed that you haven’t been active on Instagram or Facebook for a while after posting your story, so you must be eating with someone else and having a great time. But the story only had a snippet of the table and it’s unlike you to not add tags...unless she is in the same boat that I was. Or maybe not, because you’ve recently updated your dating profile to broadcast your sudden love for stout beers. I would know, because I can recite the details of your page like I’ve studied it a million times. I decided to give one last benefit of the doubt and comment with an ‘clapping emoji’ on your taco story. A true applause to the thought of you DMing me that picture like you usually do because I gave you the idea in the first place. You probably didn’t find it funny this time around, and maybe even an ounce of guilt, because you left it at ‘seen’.

I gave you that talk back in January that if you were to seriously see another girl or to sleep with her, you should let me know so I can back off. You agreed that you would never string me along or hurt me. You probably didn’t know that I would rather you be upfront than be a coward to “let me down easy”.

I don’t know why I had the expectation that I was different. Because I let you into my home. Because I introduced you to my friends and bonded well with yours. Because I showed you new food spots and made you dumplings and beef noodle soup from scratch. Because I brought back your favorite BBQ pork buns from San Francisco. Because I binge watched the shows you recommended and started listening to country. Because I was patient and “chill” and acted like I was down for anything, like ‘testing waters’, whatever that meant. I realized I had to employ what you taught me about dealing with stress: don’t think about things you can’t control. Quite frankly, no matter how much I try, from the get-go you were looking for something else and I couldn’t stop you. I know I didn’t see myself in anything long-term with you, but I had a glimmer of hope that somehow you would’ve admitted that you liked me so that I wasn’t the only vulnerable one.

What exactly will a ‘friendship’ between us look like? Not sure if it will be substantial, but why don’t I be the bigger person to cut it off first and find out?

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