#she's confused. and nobody's given her an answer that really helps her because of how much flare fucked her up in the first place
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anyway rotates how silva constantly went through people saying that others wouldn't accept her but instead of her going :( oh... she went okay well i'm going to accept everyone because it'll help more if i have a positive outlook on everyone and that attitude was encouraged to the extent of growing unhealthy attachments.
#study.#verse. pokemon.#literally the epitome of like ...#silva was told straight up multiple times that it would be better if she Wasn't Human at all#and that stayed with her in the way like ...#imagine being raised as a pokemon for half your life then suddenly being taken in by People#and those people going you're not a pokemon. but youre also not a human.#like ... there was a seperation of them treating her like she was human KINDA ...#but basically saying: the way you lived for half your life? useless and not relevant at all.#you arent a pokemon. you shouldnt act like one.#but also when she'd ask how to act Human there wasn't really clear answers . at all .#it was more of well you are barely human either. you should just do what we say and that's what you are.#silva has never been given a clear answer of what she is. the closest she has gotten to being treated like Silva ... is when she was still#in snowbelle. every other time there's still pushback or some sort of seperation.#she will never be truly human. but she doesnt know if she will ever be a pokemon again because she was pulled so far from it#that to some extent she both forgot but also set herself in stone to a place in the middle.#she's confused. and nobody's given her an answer that really helps her because of how much flare fucked her up in the first place
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First Time
Nyx x Reader
Summary: Nyx and Reader are together, but they’ve never been together……
Word Count: 3,787
Warnings: SMUT
A/N: Thank you for reading!! Please let me know what you think! <3
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Nyx’s POV
I have no idea how to tell her. The love of my life, my mate, my everything. I need to tell her why I haven’t tried to take the next step in our relationship. We’ve been together for around 6 months and they’ve been the best months of my life. When I was a little boy, I was infatuated with the concept of mates. The idea that there is someone out there perfectly made to be with you and you to them. I asked a lot of questions, but no one ever went into detail. No one ever mentioned that the bond must be accepted and they certainly didn’t mention how it was accepted. That’s the part that worries me.
Y/N and I have never talked about sex before so we don’t know each other's pasts. I have never done it before, but nobody knows that. Not even my family. When they sent me away to Windhaven I was given ‘the talk’. Really all we talked about was that it would be best to take a contraceptive tonic. My dad has been giving me bottles of this tonic because he thinks that I’m sexually active. Unbeknownst to him, I have a stockpile of the bottles under my bed because I’m too embarrassed to tell him the truth.
My first kiss was with Y/N, but nobody needs to know that either. I try not to think about the fact that I might not have been hers. And if I wasn’t her first kiss then I might not be the male to take her virginity. The thought of her being with another male upsets me, but if that’s the case then there’s nothing I could do to change that. I’m terrified of doing something wrong, of disappointing her. Sex is a very intimate experience that requires a lot of trust and if she gave me her trust just for me to fuck it up, I would never forgive myself.
That’s why anytime our kisses deepen or our touches get more sensual, I stop. I have to physically restrain myself before I do anything I’ll regret. I know that she notices, but she’s too kind to say anything, so we don’t. I need to grow up and ask for help.
“What are you thinking so hard about?” My uncle Cassian playfully whacks the back of my head to get my attention.
“Nothing.” I sigh.
“Uh-oh…. That doesn’t sound like nothing.” He plops down on the couch next to me.
“Is this about Y/N?” Uncle Az asks as he sits down on my other side. When I give him a shocked look he clarifies. “I know you guys haven’t accepted the bond yet. I just figured that’s what you were think about.”
Uncle Cass gasps. “You haven’t accepted it yet?” I shake my head.
“I want to. I really want to. But I’m scared.” I admit. I look up to see both of my uncles have confusion written all over their faces. “I’ve um- I’ve never..”
Uncle Az releases a knowing sigh. “You’re afraid that you’ll hurt her.” I nod aggressively, thankful that he didn’t make me finish my sentence. “Have you talked to her about any of this?” I look down at my hands to hide my embarrassment. “Then that’s step one. You need to talk with her. You need to talk about what you’re comfortable with. Set boundaries and limits for certain things.”
I nod in agreement. Of course I know that I need to talk to her, but then what? “What’s step two?” I ask.
“You decide what step two is after you talk to her. Step two could be to just go for it, or it could be to take it slow and have more conversations about it. It all depends.” Uncle Cassian answers. “You- You do know how it works, right?”
I glare at him. “Yes. I know how it works.”
He holds up his hands in defense. “Okay, okay. I just wanted to make sure. No one’s first time is good, so don’t worry about it too much.”
That is exactly what I’m worried about. “I want it to be, though. I want it to be special. She deserves it.”
Uncle Az gives me a small smile. “It will be special, Nyx. I promise.” He stands up from the couch and begins to walk towards the door, Uncle Cassian follows.
“W-Wait!” I run up to meet them. “Can we… keep this just between us?” I ask tentatively.
“You don’t want your dad to know you’re a virgin?” Uncle Cass asks with a raised eyebrow and I shake my head. He cracks a smile, “Okay then, your secret is safe with me….. and Nesta.” He spits out the last part and quickly runs away.
Uncle Az turns to place a hand on my shoulder. “I won’t tell anyone, Nyx.” I knew he wouldn’t, I was -and still am- worried that Uncle Cass would tell everyone. “Oh, and I would start taking those tonics under your bed by the way.” He says with a wink as he walks away.
“How did you-….. Nevermind. Thanks Uncle Az!” I yell out to him, but he’s already gone. Leaving me alone to plan out the conversation I’ve been putting off.
Reader’s POV
I’m laying down in bed thinking, like I have been for the past 3 hours. Nyx has been acting weird around me lately. Every time we start to get intimate, he pulls away. We’ve never talked about it and I’m starting to think that it’s because of me. I’ve never had sex before. I’ve never even had a boyfriend before. Nyx was my first kiss and he’s going to be my first in a lot of things, but I’m a little nervous. Actually, I’m terrified. They say your first time is painful, some people actually bleed! I know Nyx would never intentionally hurt me, but it sounds like it’s inevitable.
I haven’t told Nyx that I’m a virgin, so he probably doesn’t know that I’m nervous about it. He’s probably stopping us from doing anything intimate for a completely different reason. I just hope that him second guessing our relationship has nothing to do with it.
I’m pulled away from my thoughts when someone gently knocks on the door. “Come in.” I say, sitting up as Nyx slowly steps into our room. “This is your room too Nyx, you don’t have to knock.”
“I know, but I didn’t want to barge in on you.” He says, moving to sit down next to me. He grabs onto my hand and brings it up to his mouth for a kiss. “How was your day?” He brushes hair out of my face while he waits for my response. I don’t give one. Instead, I reach up to pull his lips down to mine. It starts out sweet and soft, like always. I feel him smile into the kiss as I wrap my arms around his neck and play with the back of his hair.
I lift my leg over him to staddle his lap and his hands find their way to my hips. I lightly bite down on his lip which causes him to moan into my mouth. Nyx stiffens below me as I move to start unbuttoning his shirt. He breaks the kiss and opens his mouth like he wants to say something, but nothing comes out. I feel absolutely mortified so I climb off of him and make a break for the bathroom when he grabs my hand to stop me. “Y/N, please don’t go.”
I turn around to look at him and wipe away my newly fallen tears. “It’s okay Nyx, I understand.”
He tightens his grip on my hand when I try to turn back around. “No, it’s not like that. I promise. I- I just want to talk before we…”
I nod and move to stand between his legs. “Do you not.. want to be with me in that way?” I ask, bracing myself for his answer.
“I do. I absolutely do, Y/N. I love you so much and I’ve never felt this way about anyone before. I’ve never…. been with anyone like that before.” He looks up at me from under his lashes to see my reaction. My mouth hangs open as I try to comprehend what he said.
“Yo-You’ve never….” He shakes his head and I released a breath I didn’t even know I was holding. Knowing that this will be both of our first time is so comforting to me I can’t even describe it. “Me neither.” I say with a smile.
Nyx blinks up at me, shocked. “You’ve never?” I repeat his head shake from earlier and then he repeats my breath release. “Oh, thank the Mother.” He laughs out and leans his head forward to rest on my chest. I cradle the back of his head while pressing a kiss into his hair. We stay like that for a while, just embracing each other, and then Nyx pulls back. “Do you still want to? I’m sorry I ruined the mood.”
I stare down at him, deciding to tell him the truth. “I’m scared.” He grabs both of my hands and runs his thumbs over my knuckles.
“We will go slow. I promise to be gentle, but the second something doesn’t feel right or you just want to stop, tell me. We will stop immediately, no questions asked.” He presses a kiss to both of my hands. “We’re in this together, my love.”
I lean down to press his lips to mine, then it’s my turn to moan into his mouth as he pulls me back down onto his lap. We’re back in the same position we were previously, but the feeling is different. This time Nyx isn’t stiff underneath me or restraining himself. This time his hands are roaming anywhere they can reach on my body as mine do the same.
I pull away for air, but my lips don’t want to stop. They move over to his jaw, down his neck and then over to the other side and back up. All while Nyx blesses my ears with his soft moans. I hadn’t noticed before, but his bulge beneath me has become very obvious. I begin to rock my hips back and forth, trying to create some type of friction. Nyx removes his hands from my body and I begin to panic until I realize what they are doing instead. Starting with the top, they begin to unbutton his shirt.
I place my hands over his and he looks up at me confused. “Let me.” I smirk at him as my hands fly to his hair and I kiss down his neck once again, but I keep going lower. I take my time around the base of his neck, making sure not to miss a spot. Nyx starts to lean backwards on the bed which grants me more access to his chest. My lips move down to his collarbone and I have to tear my hands away from his hair in order to undo the first button on his shirt. I slowly move down his body leaving a trail of kisses. When I get to the last button, I look up to find Nyx watching me intently. I smile at him as I make my way back up his chest and place my lips on his again.
He sits us up without breaking our kiss and removes his shirt. My hands run along his chest, over his shoulders, down his back, anywhere they can reach. Nyx tugs at the bottom my shirt and begins to pull it up over my head. Once it’s off, he gently flips us over so he’s laying on top of me. I try to pull him back down to kiss me, but he doesn’t budge. He stares down at me and moves a strand of hair behind my ear.
“You are so beautiful.” He whispers, continuing to brush my hair away. We stare at eachother for a moment, trying to catch our breaths, until his hand reaches around my back to unclasp my bra. He pauses to look at me for permission. I nod. He flings my bra onto the floor to join the growing pile of our clothes.
Nyx kisses behind my ear, my jaw, down my neck and then he closes his mouth around my breast. I press up into him when his tongue flicks my nipple. He uses one hand to stabilize himself and the other begins to move towards my pants. I feel my underwear becoming wet, which isn’t a new feeling, being with Nyx has left me wet plenty of times, but it’s never been this intense before. His mouth releases my breast and he leaves a trail of kisses down my stomach then stops right below my belly button.
Nyx positions himself between my legs and looks up at me as he begins to undo my pants. I lift my hips up so he can tug them off. Just as I suspected, my underwear are completely soaked. Nyx obviously sees my drenched panties, but he doesn’t say anything. Instead, he slowly -torturously- removes them too, leaving me completely bare before him. He’s eye level with my pussy now. I feel so exposed, almost embarrassed, until he places a kiss on the inside of my thigh. I meet his eyes as he kisses closer and closer to my pussy. When he finally presses his lips gently to my center, I squirm from the sensation.
I lay back down, but my eyes stay locked with his. Nyx reaches a hand up to lace his fingers with mine. This already intimate position immediately intensifies just by us holding hands. He squeezes my hand gently as he continues to press kisses into me.
His mouth covers my pussy completely, his tongue moving around as if he’s trying to memorize every inch of me. I try my best not to squirm, but the sensation is too fucking good. My unoccupied hand grabs onto his hair and I start to grind down on his mouth. My moans are escaping my mouth with no warning. No doubt everyone in this house can hear me, but I don’t fucking care. All I can think about is Nyx. How his tongue is pumping in and out of me, how his hand is still tightly interlocked with mine.
Without warning his other hand meets his mouth and he slides one finger into me. My back arches up at the sensation and I release my grip on his hair to grab the sheets next me. His tongue moves up to work on my clit and another finger joins the first. “Don’t stop! Oh my God, don’t stop!” I scream out and Nyx picks up his pace. His fingers find the magical spot that makes my body go numb.
I have no control over my body. My legs are violently shaking, my mouth is making noises I’ve never made before and my eyes are rolling back as Nyx pushes me over the edge. He draws out my orgasm, leading me through wave after wave of pleasure. After what feels like forever, but also nowhere near enough time, Nyx slides his fingers out of me and places a kiss on each of my thighs.
I finally open my eyes just in time to see Nyx place his fingers -drenched in me- into his mouth and moan at the taste. I watch him lick his fingers clean while his eyes never leave mine. Only when he sits back do I see that his bulge is practically begging me to help it, to set it free.
I try to sit up, but everything hurts in the best way so I stay where I am and watch Nyx. He’s looking at me with a look filled with love that I’m sure I match. He gives my hand a squeeze and then let’s go to unbuckle his belt. He stands up to shimmy off his pants and underwear, leaving him as bare as I am. His body is breathtaking. I want to memorize every inch of him. My eyes leave his to move down chest, over his torso and then his dick. I knew Nyx was gonna be big, his wings are fucking huge, but I’m actually concerned at his size. It might not fit.
Nyx pulls me out of my thoughts by rubbing his thumb along my cheek. My hand flies up to rest over his. “Y/N, look at me.” I do. “I’m gonna be here the whole time. It’s going to be okay. I promise.” He kisses me softly and I smile at the taste of myself on his lips. I nod at his words, but the thoughts don’t leave immediately.
“We‘ll go slow, okay?” I nod again and pull his hand off my cheek to lace our fingers together once more. Nyx climbs over me and lines himself up at my entrance. He drags himself through my folds, coating himself in my wetness. I take in a deep breath and prepare for him to push into me. We both moan at the feeling of finally connecting. My eyes never leave his as his tip slowly enters me. The pressure is almost too much to handle and the pain is noticeable, but bearable.
“Dear God, Y/N.” Nyx moans into my ear. “You feel so fucking good.” I kiss him as my response since I can’t really form words right now. He slowly sinks into me inch by glorious inch. When he finally bottoms out, I moan so loud I hear it echo off the walls. I lean my head up to see where we connect. We look fucking perfect. Like a painting that I’d want to look at for hours.
I rest my head back on the pillow and meet Nyx’s eyes again. “Can I move?” He asks, giving my hand a squeeze. I nod and he kisses me as he starts to slowly move. Agonizingly slow, he pulls back out of me almost all of the way and then pushes back in. The pain doesn’t necessarily go away, but the majority of it is replaced with pleasure. Nyx rests his forehead on mine as his pace quickens and our heavy breathing synchronizes.
Every time Nyx thrusts, I feel my muscles constricting which just makes everything feel so much better. “Fuck, Y/N. I’m close.” Nyx moans, giving my hand a squeeze.
“Me too.” I manage to whisper back.
“Together?” He presses a kiss to my forehead.
“Together.” I moan out as Nyx picks up his pace and his hand snakes down to rub my clit. That was what pushed me over the edge for a second time. I feel him follow immediately after me. Everything begins to blur but Nyx and I. All I can see is him. All I can feel is him. All I can hear is him. And I don’t want it to end. We ride our highs together, drawing this out as long as we can.
Nyx collapses down on top of me and I cradle the back of his head. I press kisses onto his shoulder as we try to catch our breaths.
After a moment, Nyx rises on his arms to look at me. “Is it okay if I pull out?” I wipe some of the sweat off of his forehead before I nod. We both look down to where we are connected and I hold my breath as he pulls out of me. It hurts a little when he does, but nothing I can’t handle. When he’s finally all the way out I release a sigh.
No blood.
Nyx sits up beside me and pulls me into his lap. He wraps his arms around me and lightly strokes up and down my back. “I love you so much, Nyx.” I say when I can actually speak. My legs are still shaking and my breathing hasn’t fully calmed down yet, but I feel amazing.
“I love you so fucking much, Y/N.” I look up to meet his gaze and he gently wipes away my stray tears. He lifts me up and carries me into the bathroom. “Wait here.” Nyx says as he sets me down on the counter. He goes to the linen closet, grabs a rag then heads over to the sink. “Do you have to pee?” He says while getting the rag wet.
I look over at him confused. “What?”
“I read that it’s not a bad idea to pee after sex. I guess it flushes out any bad bacteria in your system.” He scratches the back of his head nervously. I never thought about it before, but it makes total sense.
“I’ll try.” I say, preparing to stand up, but Nyx comes over and picks me up before I can. “I can walk, you know.” I laugh.
“I know, I just don’t want you to have to.” He kisses my forehead as he sets me down on the toilet and leaves to give me some privacy. I finish quickly and hobble over to the sink to wash my hands. When I turn the water off I see Nyx come up behind me in the mirror holding a fluffy robe. “Feeling okay?” I turn to face him while he helps me put the robe on.
“Yeah. Better than okay, actually.” I throw my arms around his neck to pull him down into a quick kiss. Nyx bends down to pick me up again and walks back to the bedroom.
When he sets me down on the bed, I crawl under the sheets and watch him walk over to the other side to join me. As soon as we are both under the covers, I snuggle into his side. “I can’t believe we waited 6 months for us to do that. Think of all the mind blowing sex we could have been having.” I joke after a moment of silence. Nyx laughs so hard that our bodies shake.
“Yeah, that’s true…” His tone becomes serious. “We will have lifetimes together, there is no race for us. I would have waited centuries for this moment.”
“Me too.” I have so many things I want to say to him, but he’s right, we will have lifetimes together. There will be other perfect moments like this one. So, I move closer to my mate's side as my eyes become droopy.
“Nyx…”
“Yes, my love?”
“I don’t think I can go to training tomorrow morning….”
He laughs quietly. “Then I guess we will just have to stay here.”
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How do you feel about Damien’s Mom Talia Al Ghul? Because some people said she’s a victim of bad racist writing and she’s had a bad portrayal in the animated movies. Is Talia really just victim of bad writing or she’s actually a horrible mother/person? I’m just confused because when I read the comics about Talia and the bad things she did and I just assumed that’s was part of her character because she’s a morally questionable villain of course she’s not a “good civilian person.” I knew DC is a dark adult comic book series and I already expected going in that the villain characters like Talia would committed terrible/horrible actions against the heroes. Like for example when she drugged Bruce and took advantage of him, I was slightly shocked but wasn’t surprised. Cuz to me this was the dark stuff DC was known for doing.
Alrighty, so the answer is a little bit of both!
TW for sexual assault mentions, miscarriage, parental abuse, etc.
There's a TL;DR ("too long, didn't read" summary) under the cut if you don't wanna read my report which is pretty awesome and was fun to write.
So, nobody seems to be able to agree on who Talia is at her core, and that's generally par for the course for a comic book character with multiple writers. She's been around since 1971, so that's already 52 years! And like Greek myth, there's just a lot of different interpretations of the character.
Let's get to the nitty gritty before we talk history. In 2006, writer Grant Morrison established that Talia drugged and raped Bruce, conceiving their son Damian (and also for some reason adding a whole unnecessary "artificial womb" thing? I don't get it either). However, this is based off the fact, which Morrison later admitted, that they misremembered the story they based the Batman and Son arc off of, and later comic arcs (in 2012 and 2014) would retcon the incident as consensual. Put a pin in this.
Talia was originally more of a damsel in distress slash prize for Bruce. Remember, this was the 70s. Her main deal is being the daughter of Ra's al Ghul and thus if Batman marries her, he becomes the heir, which Ra's wants. Despite not wanting to succeed Ra's, Bruce and Talia do share romantic attraction and Ra's considers them married. Then, later on, they do actually marry and she gets pregnant, and then Talia realizes that Bruce will always be in danger having to protect her and their child, so she fakes a miscarriage and they dissolve their marriage. She gives the child to an orphanage, and he is given the name Ibn al Xu'ffasch, or "son of the bat". This is the story arc Morrison adapted later.
Talia was kinda badass in the period before 2006, where she was sort of an anti-villain. She breaks out and starts having her own self after Ra's engages her to Bane whom she despises. She, under the name Talia Head, runs LexCorp as CEO while Lex Luthor is President of the United States, and basically not only tips Superman off about all his plans, but sells LexCorp's shares to Wayne Enterprises leaving Lex functionally penniless. Then she gets brainwashed and basically evil-fied by her half-sister Nyssa Raatko who literally kills her over and over, resurrecting her each time in the Lazarus Pit as an extreme form of torture and reprogramming. She usually does more evil shit after this like joining leagues of supervillains and such. However, her motives of helping Jason Todd recover and train are usually ascribed to her love for Bruce and not wanting Jason to kill him.
Then after 2006 she goes full tilt crazy ex girlfriend and murders people, trained Selina Kyle to resist any and all psychological coercion to reveal Bruce's identity, and PLANTS A DEVICE IN DAMIAN'S SPINE THAT LETS HER CONTROL HIS BODY, and reveals that she's started cloning him because she thinks he's too weak and disowns him.
Then comes the New 52 (the part where DC did a reboot to make everybody darker and "more realistic" that absolutely nobody liked, so it started in 2011 and then DC did another reboot in 2016 to make it better) and Talia is just off the wall completely evil. Genocide, cloning Damian, killing Damian, being resurrected, then fighting an ancient alien cult and claiming she's redeemed, then literally rejoining the League of Assassins moments later.
Incidentally, apparently Grant Morrison wrote Bruce, Talia, and Damian from their own experiences as a child of divorce, which is just... wow. Like... that's just a lot to unpack there, but we're just gonna step past it.
As of the DC Rebirth reboot, Talia is more or less sort of back to being anti-villain, still yes a killer, but also more emotionally open and supportive of her son and back to trying for true redemption.
Let's take, as I usually try to do, the sum total of these experiences and from other sources and try to average it out.
Unfortunately, despite the retconning, a lot of people now still see Talia's rape of Bruce as canon. I did too for the longest time, and honestly, although it makes Talia despicable and completely irredeemable in a very visceral way, it also does allow for interesting dynamics for Bruce and Damian, the batfam and Talia, Bruce in general, and allows there to be discussion for the tragically underconsidered circumstance for female-on-male sexual assault, and by having Batman, who is often used by hypermasculine dudebros for their weird ideals of stoic toxic masculinity be a victim, and be vulnerable, and go through this could be a deeply powerful arc that nobody in comics really wants to touch. It does however, deprive us of an interesting and nuanced Talia and instead catapults her right into mustache-twirling evil.
Ultimately, Talia is the daughter and heir of Ra's al Ghul. She sees no problem murdering people, and in fact she usually shares her father's genocidal ambitions of culling much of the human race to help preserve the planet. Ra's boils down to an ecoterrorist and genocidal maniac, and Talia his henchman, though when she does strike out on her own, I can't quite get a handle on her motivations. She does tout a desire for "equality and peace" but there's really no standard she gives for what this means, so I can't really see if she's just crazy or if she has good intentions.
I think, even at her best, Talia is a perfectionist and is very strict, intent on Damian being who she wants him to be. I think she has very little empathy or compassion for others, although parts of her, at her best, regret this and she tries to grow. At her worst, she is irredeemably evil, and at her best she is... morally shady to the point of never really being able to be thought of as a good guy.
I can't speak to whether or not racism plays a part in her portrayal either as mustache twirling villain or whatever. I don't know that it's necessarily bad writing because I don't know if Talia was ever intended to not be a horrible person or morally ambiguous, apart from the early days when she was mainly a figure to be pursued by Batman. When it comes down to it, adding sexual assault to her list of crimes is not going to change much because she's a mass murderer, an ecoterrorist, an abusive mother any way you slice it because she's training her child as an assassin, and generally just not great. A fascinating character, yes, but a terrible person.
TL;DR: Talia al Ghul is a terrible person in general, but the Big Incident you refer to has been retconned and is based off a poorly-remembered story. However, considering she's a mass murderer, assassin, eco-terrorist, and also let's face it classist villain, she's still not great even if you remove that from her rap sheet. She's done some cool stuff like putting Lex Luthor in his place and that one Elseworlds story where she left Bruce and gave her son to an orphanage to protect him, but otherwise, once she was made her own character and not just a love-interest-of-the-week, Talia has been morally ambiguous at best and irredeemable at worst. I can't say if it's racist or not because I don't know the motivations in her writing, but I don't know that it's necessarily bad writing to make her unsympathetically evil.
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2, 11, and B for steps of your choice?
afternoon! thank you for the ask :D
2. How easy is it for your character to laugh?
Cyrus- how easy is it to get him to find something funny? easy. he falls for a lot of jokes and its part of the reason ortega got to him so quickly. same thing for daniel, except this time it started off as a way crueler, "this man is terrible at what he does and i get to watch him fail" sort of amusement before it cooled down to something softer. how easy it is to get him to laugh is another matter entirely. cyrus is very good at schooling his own expressions, and if he thinks its inappropriate to laugh at any given situation (or he doesnt want to give away how much hes enjoying himself), good luck trying. youd have to catch him completely off guard with something to get anything to slip out, and honestly even then hed disguise it with a cough.
Cynthia- its easy to get her to laugh, but a lot of the times it out of politeness rather than genuine amusement. honestly, she really doesnt know why some people laugh at some things, it doesnt compute for her. but she knows when to laugh and nobody knows that shes faking it so thats good enough to get a conversation going! ortega and themmy were the only ones able to get her genuinely laughing at something, and its harder for ortega to do so now because every time she tries, it always seems tinged with some slight sadness she cant place. shes sure its nothing to investigate though, heartbreak was hard on all of them. theres no other reason why cynthia would be acting like this...right?
11. How do they cope with confusion (seek clarification, pretend they understand, etc)?
Caine- questions! lots of them. they dont care how they come across, and theyre already a very curious step, so its not unusual for him to rapid-fire ask a barrage of questions to whatever poor sod managed to catch his attention this time. it also helps with information gathering. the only downside to asking questions is that the type of questions someone asks can sometimes say a lot about them, and theyre not interested in letting people find out.
Cecilia- she is staring at them blankly until they explain. if they dont elaborate, then itll depend on how much the clarification matters to her. if not: oh well, were moving on ig! she doesnt have any problem admitting she doesnt know everything, and it doesnt bother her. if she does, the other person is Not Getting Out of that conversation until they give in. she will pester them for answers with the single-mindedness of a bloodhound. the Only exception to this is argent, because shed kill her if she asked too many questions and she respects that.
B) What inspired you to create them?
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Jurassic World: Camp Cretaceous (Gender Neutral Reader Insert)
Chapter 12: The Watering Hole
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You awaken with a start when Kenji yells, something about the water being cold, you think? Your mind isn't processing things as fast as it should be, a fog of sleepiness slowing it down. Sleep has never been better on these lackluster beds. Sure, they were dusty and stiff, but it's better than sleeping on the ground.
Ever since everyone (minus Yasmina and you) finished building the new fort, the nights you lay awake, waiting for an attack of some sort, have decreased tremendously. Because of this, you turn around in your dusty bed, fully prepared to fall right back into the arms of sleep. However, constant clunking immediately ruins those plans.
“Come on, just open!” Sammy, you assume, grunts.
Sitting up from your comfy spot on the bed, you scoff at her actions. Trying to open a can of green beans with an ice cream scooper won't do any good. So, you grab the butter knife Kenji had found in what used to be rubble and hand it to Sammy.
“Oh! Thanks, Y/n!” Sammy smiles at you, switching the ice cream scooper for the butter knife without a second thought. With a quick jab, the can splits open a bit, and you swear you can see sparkles in Sammy's eyes.
Flattening out your bed head as best as you can, you sit on the couch next to Darius. Usually, you'd shower after you got up, but when you've got a guy named Kenji taking up the shower all the time, that becomes a hard routine to maintain.
“You good?” Darius asks, eyes glancing up at you from his notebook as he writes.
“Yeah.” Your voice comes out husky from sleep, and you clear your throat in embarrassment. “Just tired.”
Darius nods in understanding, going back to writing in his notebook before a giant, empty jug of water flies across the table, successfully drawing his attention away from his research.
“¡No mas agua! A little help!” Kenji calls from inside the little shower room you all had built. He waves his hand expectantly over the curtain.
“I got you, Kenj.” Darius places his notebook on the table, walking towards the slide that leads to the ground below.
“You can't keep babying him.” You tell Darius with a frown. This is what? The 20th time Darius has fetched more water for Kenji?
“Right. If you keep doing that for him, he'll never learn to do it himself.” Yasmina adds.
Darius grabs the empty jug from the wooden ground, shrugging his shoulders at Yasmina and you, and then sliding down the wooden slide.
You shake your head at his actions, sharing a disappointed look with Yasmina. At least, until a soggy green bean is waved in front of your face.
“Here ya go!” Sammy exclaims.
You take the green bean from her hand, grimacing at the texture before throwing it into your mouth and chewing mindlessly. Yeah, you weren't the biggest fan of canned food, but you can't be too picky on a dinosaur-filled island.
“I really don't understand how you guys eat that stuff,” Brooklynn says tiredly, sitting up on her bed with a yawn.
You're about to remind her that she ate an entire can of mushrooms that nobody wanted but are interrupted by a yell from Darius.
“Uh, guys!”
Yasmina, Sammy, Brooklynn, and you all share concerned glances at each other, immediately rushing down the slide of the tree house while Kenji takes his sweet time putting some clothes on.
Once you all make it down, with Kenji lagging behind as he fixes his still damp hair, you all gape at the sight in front of you. Where there used to be a river of water, there's now just a deep ditch in the dirt.
“Where'd the water go?” Sammy asks, eyes wide in confusion as she looks into the ditch.
“Why don't we ask Mr. 45-Minute Shower?” Yasmina answers, side-eyeing Kenji.
Kenji's head swivels in her direction, obviously insulted by her words given his expression. “Hey, looking good is part of my brand!”
“But there's no way he'd drain an entire river.” You ignore Kenji, leaning over the edge of the ditch to take in the sight. The soil still looked damp, puddles strewn about in the deeper crevices. It wasn't too long ago that the water disappeared, it seems.
You watch as Brooklynn jumps into the ditch, dipping her hand into a puddle. Though your attention quickly moves to Darius instead as he begins to speak.
“We better figure out what's up, or we're gonna run out of drinking water. Let's–”
The boy is interrupted as Brooklynn, now on the other side of the empty river, shushes him. Everyone goes quiet, looking at her and then around themselves in search of a possible threat.
“I hear that hum again.” Everyone groans at her words. “The river must've been drowning it out. If I follow that sound, I can find that–”
“--frozen patch of flowers.” You all finish for her.
“Oh. I mentioned it, huh?” She folds her arms over her chest sheepishly.
“The frozen flowers you saw once but have never found again? Yeah. A few hundred times.” Kenji complains, a finger picking in his ear. The action makes your nose wrinkle in disgust.
“Uh, I'm sorry for wanting to get to the bottom of all this weirdness on the island. I came here to unbox–”
“--unbox Jurassic World, and that's what I'm gonna do.” Everyone finishes Brooklynn's sentence once again, having heard it one too many times. All Brooklynn can do is stare at you all in perplexity.
“If you're gonna go look for the noise, I'll come too! If that's okay.” Sammy jumps up at the idea of an adventure, quickly hopping over the ditch and landing at Brooklynn's left with a large smile. “It'd be nice to have an adventure for a fun reason and not a ‘fleeing dinosaurs or facing imminent death’ reason.”
“I'll go if Sammy is!” Yasmina follows in the girl's footsteps. Although, when she gets to the other side, she quickly fixes her wording. “And uh, Brooklynn! Brooklynn, too.”
“Ooh, it's a Camp Cretaceous girl adventure!” Sammy then looks towards you, eyes sparkling as a new idea sparks in her mind. “Why don't you come too, Y/n? We won't mind a plus one!”
You quickly break eye contact with her, glancing over towards Darius. “Nah, I'd rather make sure we don't die of thirst.”
Darius nods towards you with a smile. “Great! While you three find the frozen flowers. Y/n, Kenji, and I will figure out why the river stopped.”
Kenji turns towards Darius with a dumbfounded look, too busy picking at his ears to pay attention to what you all were saying. “Sorry, Kenji, do what, now?”
“You wanna keep up your shower habit, don't ya? And, y’know, also survive? Let's go unbox the mystery of the missing water!” Darius throws his arms open, a wide smile on his face in an attempt to draw some enthusiasm out of Kenji.
The rich boy stares at Darius with a blank face before sighing. “Fine, I'm in. It makes sense. I know this island like the back–”
“--the back of my VIP hand.” Everyone finishes his sentence just like they had done for Brooklynn. Kenji can only gape at you all before shaking his head.
“We have been spending way too much time together.” With a sigh, he follows you and Darius as the two of you walk along the empty river.
There was little to no banter as the three of you walked alongside the river. Kenji's so apprehensive about this whole trip that he's quiet for once, and Darius is writing things down in his notebook as he walks.
When Darius passes a fallen branch, he does a double-take and snatches the branch into his hands. You're about to ask him what his deal is, but the shorter boy beats you to it.
“The trees here are genetically different from any other tree in the world! Did you guys know they reproduce through spores instead of seeds?” He goes on a short rant, eyes wholeheartedly focused on the branch he held in his arms.
“Cool.” Kenji huffs, turning away from the two of you to survey your guy's surroundings. He holds the butter knife you had previously given Sammy in his hands, wielding it like a sword. It was funny looking, to be frank.
“I mean, it'd make sense. There weren't any flowering plants or trees until the Cretaceous period.” You decide to put some thought into your answer, eyeing the branch in Darius’s hands with interest.
The boy in question nods his head with a smile, maneuvering the branch so that he can write something down in his notebook. “Right, flowering plants only appeared in the middle to late Cretaceous period. That's why there aren't many flowers on the island, since the dinosaurs here are a mix between the Jurassic and Cretaceous period!”
You nod along with his words, following Kenji as he leads the both of you.
“Even their structure is different! I wonder how they managed to get the trees modified to this point?” Darius's eyes wander towards your face, though he quickly forces his gaze down to his notebook once you spare a glance at him.
“Well, they created living dinosaurs, so ancient trees aren't too out of the question.” You glance at the trees as you say this, observing their rather weird builds.
“Still, the way these trees grow out of each other is so amazing.” Darius hums to himself, jotting down some quick notes, if only to occupy himself.
“It's natural for trees to do that. It's called inosculation.” Realizing how nerdy that sounds, you grimace, turning your head away from Darius. “I'm, uh, not sure if that applies to ancient trees, though.”
Darius stares at you even as you shake your head dismissively. When his gaze falls back onto the notebook in his hands, he realizes he accidentally included your words into his notes.
Ignoring the abnormal way his heart is beating in his chest, Darius continues commenting on the trees surrounding the three of you. In return, you answer his hypotheticals.
This goes on for a bit, with Kenji waving the butter knife around cautiously and Darius frolicking about as he writes in his notebook. At least until Darius backs into Kenji, poking him with the tree branch he was still holding onto.
Kenji yelps, fear striking across his face as he whirls around with his butter knife pointed towards Darius and you. But once he realizes there's no real threat, his fear turns into annoyance as he watches Darius continue writing.
“Dude, this is the tenth tree on a tree you've written about. How can you be so obsessed with trees growing out of other trees?!” Kenji waves his hands around as he complains.
“These are part of the triceratops’ food chain.” Darius explains. “You'll love this. They contain neochrome–”
“Wasn't looking for an answer.” Kenji interrupts the boy
“Then don't ask.” You flick Kenji's arm, dodging his hand when he reaches to flick you back.
Kenji scoffs, throwing a quick glare at you, and walks into the ditch you all had been walking alongside. Opening an empty water bottle, the boy reaches towards a stray puddle and scoops some clean water into the plastic bottle.
“Kenji, I know you like to pretend this place isn't cool, but look around! How crazy is it that we're living with dinosaurs?”
Kenji only stares at Darius with disinterest, watching as some Parasaurolophus’ get scared off by Darius's waving arms.
“When they're not trying to eat us,” Darius clarifies, before gasping. He runs over towards a steaming hunk of sulfide minerals, crouching down so close that you're a little concerned for his safety. “Dinosaurs compete over geothermal vents to use as incubation chambers for eggs!”
The younger boy then turns towards you and Kenji, a bright smile on his face. “See? Cooool!” He drags the word out, inviting the two of you to agree.
You nod your head, but Kenji refuses to entertain Darius.
“Dirt and steam may be never-ending sources of wonder for you two, but my standards are a little higher.” Kenji walks off, leaving the two dino-buddies all by their lonesome.
“What's up with him?” Darius asks with a frown.
“He's just grumpy because he can't laze around all day like he planned to. Come on.” You follow after Kenji reluctantly, a little peeved that the boy was being such a wretch.
“Oh, I know!” Darius whispers excitedly towards you, giving you a quick smile before bounding up to Kenji. He walks backward in front of the rich boy, a smug expression worn on his face. “Broseph, only VIP dinos with mad connects can get primo egg cribs.”
Your face twists into an expression of disgust at Darius's performance, watching as Kenji walks right past the boy.
“Didn't we talk about you and the bro-talk?” Kenji doesn't even look back as he says this, utterly uninterested.
Darius sighs, giving a pleading look towards you. You shake your head rapidly, but Darius refuses to give up.
“Please?” He whispers, walking beside you. “Maybe he'll listen to you?”
You're not sure why he'd think that, but you weren't against the idea of annoying Kenji because so far, that's all this is leading up to. So, with a roll of your eyes, you nod your head, ignoring Darius's beaming smile as you speed up your pace to catch up with Kenji.
“You know, it's a little sad.” You begin, crossing your arms over your chest with a frown. “You're so used to all this. You can't see how cool this place is to normal people.”
“Normal people?” Kenji asks with a raised brow.
“Y'know, people that don't have VIP access like you do. Not all of us can see the wonders of Jurassic World whenever we please.” The corners of your lips twitch, a little annoyed with how intently Kenji is staring at you in your peripheral vision. “You know the ins and the outs of this place, so I can see why you're so uninterested.”
Kenji sighs, finally pausing in his journey as he responds, “I've seen it all. Like, a gazillion times. Once you get used to it, this place is all just a bunch of phony props.”
He turns towards Darius, who was obviously listening in, and gestures towards some ferns behind him. “Those ferns you're so psyched about?” He pulls the large leaves down, revealing a speaker behind it. “There to hide speakers.”
Darius frowns, his hopeful gaze disappearing as he stares at Kenji's display of blasé.
“Sorry, bros, but I am way over Isla Nublar. There's nothing here for me.” Kenji walks off, disappointment in the air as Darius pulls down the fern the same way Kenji did; staring at the speaker behind it in betrayal. You pat his back solemnly, only faltering when Kenji calls out to the two of you.
“Whoa, you guys! You were right!”
You and Darius exchange surprised glances, running to Kenji only to come across a dreary sight.
“I can't believe it! Is it a dead end?!” Kenji says in mock excitement. Gasping, he continues with a fake smile that irks you. “This place is the coolest!”
In front of your group lies a large rock formation. A cliff, if you will; with the faintest amount of water trickling down a dip in the rocks where they've been eroded. Darius ignores Kenji's teasing, walking forward with the tree branch held in his left hand.
“It's a waterfall. Or should it be.” He turns around, excitement clear on his face as he clutches the branch with a smile. “You know what this means! Who's up for rock climbing?” Darius pumps his fists, raising his hand as he continues. “That's cool, right? Don't leave me hanging!” His bright smile stays even as Kenji walks past him without a word.
Before his smile can fall, you slap his hand with your own. Though the action quickly backfires as a stinging rings across you and Darius’ hands. Luckily for you, Brooklynn had re-wrapped your hand not too long ago, so it was Darius who received the brunt of the impact. The two of you wince, holding your hands in pain, before a laugh escapes your lips. And it doesn't take long for Darius to join in on the laughter.
“Is, um,” the shorter boy stumbles over his words, snickers still leaving his mouth despite trying to calm himself down. “Is your hand okay?”
“Yeah, I'm fine.” You grin back at him, the fleeting happiness too much for you to push away.
Darius stares up at you for a bit, distracted by your face, until you lightly hit his shoulder with your own.
“Have you ever gone rock climbing before?” You ask. The boy stays silent for a second before his shoulders raise as he realizes you're talking to him.
“Oh! Yeah–I'm so ready for this!” He raises his arms in the air, making a show out of his stretching. “I might as well be a Deinonychus with how good I am at climbing walls!”
You laugh at his words, still following Kenji as the boy tries to find a good starting spot for the expedition. Coming to a stop in front of the rock formation, you heave a sigh. You're definitely going to get sweaty from this, but at least you'll be able to take a shower afterward. Hopefully.
Your lungs take in all the air they can as you pull yourself to the top of the cliff, Darius and Kenji, in similar states. Darius turns to lie on his back, chest rising and falling rapidly.
“That was so great!” A smile breaks out across his face despite the sweat falling down his forehead.
You can only hum, falling onto your stomach as you lie still for a few seconds. You wonder if you'd be super buff by the end of all this.
“Yeah.” Kenji says the words with a huff, on his hands and knees as he regains his composure. Between his gasps of air, Kenji manages to speak again. “Who needs actual enjoyment when you have that?”
You and Darius look up at his words, gasping at the sight before you. Darius quickly sits up in a tailor fashion, staring in wonder at what used to be a plentiful river. Now, only a small stream can pass through the dam made of rocks, branches, and one uprooted tree. The main barrier that's stopping the water being the latter mentioned.
You sit up as well, placing your hands on your knees as you lean forward with squinting eyes, trying to get a better visual of the dam.
“That explains our water problem.” Darius concludes. Pressing his hands together in front of his face, the boy begins constructing a plan in his mind. “Okay, so, all we have to do is move that tree, and we should be good to go. It's gonna be lit!”
“Darius, stop–please.” You beg, running your hands down your face at his language. He spares you a guilty smile before Kenji grabs his attention.
“You're seriously going to try to convince me this will be cool?” Kenji asks in bewilderment.
Darius only grins with pleading eyes as you slowly inch forward with an imploring expression of your own. You didn't really care if Kenji was enjoying this or not, but if Darius wanted him to have a good time so badly, you definitely weren't going to stop him.
“You too?” Kenji asks with furrowed brows, a frown tugging at his lips. With a disbelieving groan, the black-haired boy stands, using Darius's head as leverage to do so. “Let's just get this over with.”
You offer a glare in Kenji's direction, but the boy himself pays no mind to it. So, with a sigh, Darius and you follow after Kenji; with the former rubbing the top of his head with a pout.
Only once the three of you are standing in front of the tree do you realize just how big this thing is. It's a wonder how it got here in the first place.
First off, the three of you try pulling the hunk of bark. Kenji grabs a higher part of the tree, wrapping his fingers around the bark as he pulls. Darius digs his shoes into the damp dirt as he attempts to yank a lower part of the tree. You push against the trunk in the direction Darius and Kenji are pulling, yet it doesn't move an inch. The only thing you got out of this was damp spots on your sweater where you made contact with the tree.
Immediately, you come to the conclusion that there's no possible way for the three of you alone to move this tree. Hell, you doubt you could even if Brooklynn, Yasmina, and Sammy were here with you. You'd need some heavy equipment to even get a grip on the bark with its current condition.
Giving up on the possibility of moving the humongous tree with your bare hands, you stand back and watch as Darius and Kenji try pushing and pulling at every angle to try and move the tree.
It couldn't have been too long since it got there, considering the dampness of the riverbed, the dirt around it, and the tree itself. Something must've knocked it into place there, and the only thing that had the strength to do so was a–
A harsh bellow rings out across the otherwise quiet space, and you just barely resist the urge to scream when a hand grabs you and pulls you down behind the tree. Looking to the side, you find that it was Darius who had pulled you down, but he stares ahead instead of looking at you.
Following his line of sight, you watch as two Stegosaurus duke it out. The one farther from your group turns and whips its spiky tail at the other, a hearty growl ripping from its mouth.
You only take your eyes off the battle when a shoulder bumps into your own, and you spare a glance to the side only to see Kenji shuffling closer to you. With a huff, you push him away, ignoring the frightened whine that leaves his lips.
“They're fighting for dominance!” Darius whispers excitedly, peering over the brown bark with eyes full of wonder. “Stegos are super territorial.”
The herbivore closer to the three of you spins around, swinging its tail towards the other like a whip. The strength of its tail doesn't go underestimated, as it hits a stone the size of your head and sends it flying towards your trio.
With a yelp, your group ducks down just as the stone makes contact with the large tree, breaking off a portion of the bark and turning it into splinters. Kenji huddles into a ball, and it's so pathetic that you can't help but pat his back out of pity. Taking your eyes off the cowering boy, you watch as Darius picks up the remnants of the broken piece of bark, examining it as if it were a piece of gold.
Behind you, the groans and growls of the Stegosaurus’ are all the more horrifying. The sounds bring you back to when you broke your glasses when you thought you were going to suffocate in a pit of mud. You find your hands gripping Kenji where you were previously patting him and swiftly pull away when he raises his head. Avoiding eye contact with the boy, you look towards Darius, watching as he squints at the aggression of the Stegosaurus’.
Again, a large stone hits the bark when one of the Stegosaurus swings its tail. Turning a part of the tree into little splinters and moving it as well.
“I know how to fix our water problem!” Darius announces, walking around the tree and towards the two Stegosaurus.
“What? No, no, Darius!” Kenji calls helplessly.
“Darius, wait!” You lift yourself up, but when another growl leaves the Stegosaurus’s mouth, you find it impossible to move your legs.
“Hey! Over here!” The boy yells, jumping and waving his arms in an attempt to draw the large herbivores’ attention.
The reptiles pay no mind to him, however, and despite it being selfish, you feel relieved. Kenji groans from beside you, standing with shaky limbs before running over towards Darius. As if his movements had snapped you out of a trance, you decide that you can't just sit and let Darius put himself in danger. So, with a stilted breath, you lift yourself up and sprint towards Darius and Kenji.
Kenji grabs the boy’s collar and his arm, trying to pull him back to the safety of the tree; but Darius tears himself from Kenji’s grip with vigor you didn't think he had in him.
Darius cups his hands around his mouth, loudly mimicking the bellows and groans that the Stegosaurus’ are making. Still, the large reptiles don't even realize the three of you are there. And yet again, you feel sickening relief that Darius's plan isn't going his way.
That relief leaves as soon as Kenji places his fingers into his mouth, doing a four-finger whistle that immediately causes one of the Stegosaurus to turn its head towards the three of you. Not a second later, it roars aggressively, charging towards the three of you.
A scream rips itself from your lips, and you find yourself running away before your mind can even comprehend the danger. But before you can get too far, a hand pulls you back by your arm. In front of the tree, Darius holds you and Kenji in place.
“Hold.” He says sternly, and it takes everything in you not to tear yourself from his grip and run away.
Kenji gasps as the Stegosaurus gallops closer, roars and growls falling from its maw. You distantly find yourself being held onto by both Kenji and Darius, but you're not sure if it's because they can sense your need to run or because of their own fear.
“Hold.” Darius repeats.
The herbivore comes to a stop just a foot or two in front of your group, spinning around and lifting its tail in preparation for a deadly blow.
“Now!” Darius pushes you and Kenji down, forcing all of you to roll out of the way.
The Stegosaurus’s tail makes a harsh whipping sound as it makes contact with the tree behind the three of you. And right after that, there's the relieving sound of rushing water as the dam breaks apart. Still, your trio continues running away from the roaring Stegosaurus.
“We got it!” Darius yells happily before getting pulled down by Kenji to avoid getting hit by the agitated dinosaur.
“Great! Now, how do we get rid of it?!” Kenji shrieks, looking behind himself briefly towards the large reptiles chasing you three.
His question is answered when the other Stegosaurus appears from the shrubs, colliding with the one from before. Distracted by the aggression from the new offender, the Stegosaurus that was previously chasing the three of you forgets all about your guys’ little performance.
After the three of you manage to put some distance between you and the aggressive herbivores, your trio skids to a stop. It's quiet aside from the heavy panting, and you feel a faint pain in your side from all the running you've done today.
“Cool!” Kenji breathes out, still taking heavy breaths of air.
Darius nods merrily, chest raising and falling rapidly.
You pay no mind to the two of them, too busy trying to get as much air into your lungs as possible. At least, you were until the sound of stomping appeared out of nowhere.
Looking up, your little group ceases all movement at the sight of a Ceratosaurus standing just a few feet away. For a few seconds, it simply stares, a low rumble emitting from its chest.
Kenji shakingly pulls out his butter knife, holding it in front of himself defensively. Meanwhile, you and Darius can only gaze at the large carnivore in disbelief. Slowly, the three of you inch closer together, with Darius just slightly hiding behind Kenji's taller frame.
The large theropod snorts, a puff of air leaving its nostrils. You watch out of the corner of your eye as Kenji briefly fixes his hair before readjusting his grip on the butter knife. If you weren't being stared down by a carnivore almost twice your size. Of course, if the Ceratosaurus wasn't genetically altered, it'd only be around six and a half feet tall, but this one stood at a whopping ten feet; so, there's that.
You're pulled out of your scientifically accurate thoughts when the large theropod swiftly turns its head and walks off. Your group stands still for a few moments more before hesitantly following in its path. And the sight that greets you is one you wouldn't expect to see on this hellish island.
Just over some grassy hills lies a humongous watering hole. The water is practically sparkling with the way the sun is reflecting off it. Carnivores and herbivores alike surround it in a special kind of peace you wouldn't see elsewhere.
“A watering hole.” Darius whispers, with an amazed sparkle in his eyes. “Dr. Grant theorized they could become neutral ground for predators and prey under the right conditions.”
You watch as the Ceratosaurus from before dips its snout into the water for a drink, right next to a Sinoceratops who was doing the same.
“Now, without any fences or people around, we might be the first people to ever see something like this.” Darius continues.
Not long after saying those words, Darius runs off towards the watering hole, leaving you and Kenji behind. And despite your hesitancy, you find yourself looking back at Kenji.
“Come on.” You order, watching as he fights with himself on whether he should listen or not. Though with the final push of Darius calling his name, the rich boy finally pushes away his fear and follows behind you. He still holds the butter knife like it'll actually do anything, but it was progress nonetheless.
In-between the Ceratosaurus and the Sinoceratops, the three of you crouch down on the damp dirt in front of the watering hole.
“Uh, guys, are you sure this is safe?” Kenji whimpers.
Darius doesn't answer him verbally, instead gently pushing Kenji's knife wielding hands down to draw his attention elsewhere. And it actually works, to your surprise. You watch as the tension in Kenji's shoulders disappears, and as he loosens his grip on the butter knife.
What ruins it is the fact that the two of them reach forward to cup their hands in the water and drink it. And your mouth just so happens to run faster than your brain at that moment.
“That's disgusting.” Your brows furrow as you watch their gross display of calmness. Did they not know that these dinosaurs also happened to use this place as a bath? Or that they were basically swapping spit with them as well? You see, Darius gives you a look, but you promptly ignore it as Kenji starts sniffling.
“Kenji?” Darius says softly, staring in confusion at the boy to his right.
“It's just so majestic.” The boy murmurs with watery eyes.
Rolling your eyes with a grin, you pat Kenji's back roughly as you stand up; the two of them are doing the same not long after.
“Thanks, you guys.” Kenji mutters quietly. “This is so…”
“Cool?” Darius implores, barely containing the excitement within himself.
Kenji shakes his head fondly before answering the shorter boy. “Super cool.”
With the achievement of making Kenji see just how cool the island is, the three of you walk back towards the foliage. Kenji plops down at the base of a tree, laying against it with a relaxed smile while you and Darius sit on either side of him.
“I wish Dr. Grant was here. He'd write the most amazing article about this.” Darius sighs wistfully.
“You don't need that guy,” Kenji insists. “You've got your nerd book.”
“This?” Darius asks in surprise, pulling out his little notebook from his back pocket. “No, I'm just messing around.”
“Kenji's right,” The words seem to shock everyone present, including yourself. “You're the one experiencing it. Why not do it yourself? Who needs Dr. Grant when you have Dr. Darius?”
The last part was a bit of a joke, but you did mean what you said. There's a small bout of silence on their end, which begins to make you feel self conscious about your words before Kenji's snickering.
“See? Bookworm agrees!” He laughs, joyfully shaking your shoulder with his hand. “If this is really something no one's ever seen, I bet you could make that doctor dork mad jealous that you saw it, and he didn't!”
Darius huffs, a smile tugging at his lips. “You guys wanna stay a little longer?”
“Why not?” Kenji sighs as he closes his eyes, crossing his arms behind his head as he fully relaxes against the tree behind him. “Place even has a sweet resting tree.”
You and Darius share a tender look, gentle smiles on both of your faces. While Darius starts writing in his journal, you stare off at the watering hole. Although you certainly wouldn't drink from it, you can't deny its beauty.
And with that, your little water adventure is officially finished.
Back at camp, you sit on the sofa next to Darius. Sometimes, you'll peek at what he's writing, but you're mostly resting your eyes. Or at least, that's what you say you're doing when Kenji bothers you about it.
“You sure you're not sleeping?” He asks for the millionth time.
With a groan, you lean your head further back before sitting up straight. “Yes, Kenji.”
You hear him mutter an unconvinced, “Okay…” before walking off.
Ultimately, giving up on the idea of resting your eyes, you stare at what Darius has down so far. You only realize you're staring when Darius mumbles your name faintly.
“Oh, sorry.” You apologize automatically, scooting further away from the boy.
“No, no, it's fine! Do you wanna add anything?” Darius offers, holding his little guide out towards you.
You take the small book from his hands carefully, swiftly looking through the current content before turning towards him.
“I don't think there's much to add, but, um, maybe you could ask Yasmina if she'd like to add some drawings next to what you've got so far.”
Darius takes the guidebook back, smiling brightly at your suggestion.
“That's a great idea! Thanks, N/n!”
You smile before your face goes blank. At your silence, Darius turns his head towards you.
“Oh, sorry, is it okay if I call you that?” He asks, a speckle of regret in his voice.
Before you know it, your face is growing warm, and you have to fake a cough to excuse your silence.
“Uh, yeah! It's fine.” You reassure him, fidgeting with the collar of your crew neck.
Darius lets a relieved smile stretch across his face before he goes back to writing in his guidebook. And thinking of it, did you see something about inosculation in there? Before you can think too much about it, your thoughts are interrupted when a new voice makes itself present.
“Looks like someone solved the water sitch.” Brooklynn says as she climbs up to the treehouse.
“You're welcome. All me.” Kenji says smugly, plopping onto the sofa next to you.
The girls all cheer from the news, with Sammy jumping in joy. When the cheers die down, Brooklynn reaches into her pocket and pulls out some sort of card.
“And we found this!” She says proudly.
The three of you on the couch stare quietly at her as she shows off the card like it was a diamond.
“Was that something you were looking for?” Darius asks in confusion.
“Kinda!” Brooklynn claps Sammy's hand in victory. Victory over what you ask? Well, you have no idea.
Your trio share looks of confusion, but go along with their excitement either way.
“Okay, awesome! Have fun with… whatever you're using that for.””
“Yeah, that thing.”
“Whoo-hoo.”
“You know,” Sammy starts. “If Esther Stone was here, she'd say–”
“‘Life is hard, so any day that goes somewhat right deserves to be celebrated with a party.’” Kenji cuts her off.
The girls stare at him in still silence until Kenji has enough of their staring.
“What? It's a great show, okay? The relationship between Esther and her dad is really compelling.”
Ignoring the fact that you and Darius had no idea what they were talking about, Sammy went on with what she was going to say.
“Uh, well, in the spirit of Esther Stone, let's…”
“Party!”
You all clink Jurassic World mugs together, even though they only have water in them. By now, the sky is dark, and you can easily see the stars with the absence of light pollution.
“And ch-ch-ch-check it out!” Slams an old looking recorder onto the table before pressing play, a familiar voice emitting from the device
“Oh, yeah! Feel the beat that I made. Are you ready, ready, ready? Dave special!”
All of you besides Kenji stare in a mixture of displeasure and stupefaction at the recorder.
“Music, music, music, music, music, music…”
“Nope, I'm out.” Yasmina leaves her mug on the table as she walks away from the situation.
“Kenji, what is this?” Sammy asks in concern.
“Dave's demos.” The boy responds. “Found it in what was left of his bunk and was waiting for the perfect time to show you…" Hold up. Here's the best part!”
“Dave, Dave, Da-Da-Da-Dave. Get that thing out of my face. What are you even doing?”
You watch as everyone starts moving to the beat, if you can even call it that. And although you have to admit that some tunes after who knows how long without music were wonderful, you refuse to dance to Dave's pitiful attempt at a music career.
“Makin’ music, makin’ music. Ooh! Making music, making art. Order number one, order number two, order number three.”
You watch as Darius makes his way over to Yasmina, likely to see what she drew in his guidebook so far. He had asked her sometime while you all were setting the camp up for the party, you assume.
You were content to just sit while everyone else partied, but Sammy thought otherwise.
“Cmon, Y/n!” She begs, as if her strong grip wasn't already pulling you off the sofa.
You stand stiffly as Brooklynn, Sammy, and Kenji all sway next to you. You feel as if you're making it awkward, and you really don't want to ruin their fun, so you start to back up. But before you can scurry away, Kenji wraps an arm around your shoulders, forcing you to copy his weird imitation of dancing. Because if you know something about dancing, it's that Kenji is definitely not doing it.
Ignoring that, though, you can actually feel yourself smiling at the absurdity of it all. You're on a dinosaur-filled island, listening to trashy rap music that Dave made and dancing to it. Just thinking about it has you bursting into a fit of laughter. Brooklynn briefly leaves to get Darius to join before everyone is dancing and laughing at Dave's music.
“Uh-huh. Dave is actually pretty good.” Darius nods to the music.
“There's no way you believe that.” You laugh, still held in Kenji's grasp.
“Look at that!” Sammy's voice draws your attention away from trashy music and dancing, instead directing it towards the night sky.
You all watch as shooting stars soar across the sky. Some chuckles ring out across your group, and you faintly feel someone place a hand on your shoulder. Your attention quickly drifts to the sight of fire and the trail of smoke coming off of it. Not only that, but it's somewhere in the jungle right in front of you. It seems you're not the only one who's noticed either, considering the new, tense silence.
“What is that?” Yasmina asks quietly.
“A fire.” Brooklynn raises a brow at the sight.
“A campfire!” Sammy gasps.
“Guys… we're not alone.” Darius concludes.
Hope swirls in your mind, but at the same time, there's dread piling up in your stomach. And you don't know whether to trust your mind or your gut.
#gender neutral reader#reader insert#x reader#jurassic world camp cretaceous#camp cretaceous#jurassic world
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With regards to Chloé
I am enjoying the back-and-forth about Chloé on my dash, even through all the tangents, but I also feel like it isn’t actually that obscure.
Chloé is an abuser. She is callously cruel to anyone she can. And she is that way because she desperately wants the approval of her mother, who is also a callously cruel abuser. Chloé is both a perpetrator and a victim at the same time.
I don’t think that’s really in doubt, the question is just which part you focus on. This is mostly up to you, as the show doesn’t have a consistent tone here. Chloé is placed on very different points of the “ridiculous villain” to “poor little meow-meow” scale depending on what each episode needs.
Somewhere around 95% of the debates here discuss facts that happened in episodes when they should really discuss the tone of the episodes. Chloé was portrayed as downright evil. Then Chloé was portrayed as confused and insecure, using evil to hide that. Then Chloé was cruel and selfish again. Then she was heroic. And then she was confused again, and then she was cruel again. Which of this is the true Chloé, and which of this is an aberration? Well, all and none of them. The show picks the facet of Chloé it needs per episode. And you get to project your own feelings onto her, of course.
The part where she’s given the bee miraculous is a good example of that. Chloé is objectively heroic during that phase. She’s a good fighter. She’s also selfish, and she’s being heroic for selfish reasons. There’s two options here: Either you say her heroism doesn’t count because she’s selfish. Or her selfish heroism is the first step to becoming a full-on hero. Either fits, and different episodes will lead you to very different answers, depending on whether we focus on her trying to protect Sabrina (a little bit), or the nonsense with her bee signal. I think those two parts are a consistent characterisation, but they’re tonally completely at odds. Which part you latch on to is largely up to you personally.
Apart from that, I also think there’s confusion around the term “redemption”. Whether Chloé was ever on something at least paralleling a redemption arc depends largely on how you define that, but nobody ever does, as if “redemption”, “good” or “evil” were simple obvious concepts. Very annoying.
I would argue that there is absolutely a plausible way to read the path Chloé is on as a redemption arc if you want to (but also you don’t have to). But it isn’t a redemption arc like Zuko from ATLA. Seriously, stop comparing her to him. Yes, we all love him, but both the show and his character are constructed completely differently right from the start.
The character you should be comparing Chloé to is Cordelia Chase from Buffy the Vampire Slayer. She’s functionally exactly the same character: Rich bitch, an occasional obstacle for the non-magical part of the plot, and here to deliver casually cruel one-liners. Chloé is more extreme/cartoonish, but they’re really just the same girl.
And Cordelia does get what could be described as a redemption arc: She becomes a part of the team, helps with fighting monsters, dates Xander for no discernible reason, gets transferred to a spin-off show, and then gets done absolutely dirty by that. Throughout the show, she becomes gradually much nicer, leaves her toxic girl crew and so on. However, for a really long time, she also stays a bit shallow, materialistic, and sometimes cruel, and it takes a long time for her to really admit she likes the other members of her gang. Her cruelty at that point is largely played for laughs, though.
That is a conceivable path for Chloé to take. Not Zuko, she doesn’t have any of his sincerity. By now it’s clear that she is not going to do it exactly like Cordelia did, at least not the easy way. But there is a reason why folks don’t see “she’s a high-school bully” and “she can be redeemed even without becoming super-nice” as mutually exclusive.
The real problem for me remains that the show isn’t really great at anything that isn’t Love Square adorableness, and Chloé’s arc is one of the main victims of that. Most of the time, it just doesn’t happen at all. But that’s a whole other thing.
Chloé is evil. Chloé could be better. Which side you focus on is up to you, because the show certainly doesn’t keep a consistent tone when it comes to her.
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And to wrap up the Magic High Commission: Glossaryck. Yes, I know about Lekmet and Reynaldo, but neither of them are really in the show enough for me to be able to answer most of the questions.
I don’t really have any specific plans for what character to do next, so if anyone has a specific request, feel free to comment or send an ask.
First impression: “Why are you in Star’s book and why are you apparently obsessed with pudding? Actually, no, pudding is amazing, so I get that. The book question still stands.”
Impression now: “Yeah, you were totally the actual main villain of this series and nobody can convince me otherwise. Also, you might be one of the worst fictional fathers I’ve seen since Ozai, and that is saying a lot.”
Favorite moment: Him talking to Star at the end of “Into the Wand”, because it’s one of the only times you really see him just being helpful and reassuring her without going some kind of indirect route and basically messing with her. It was nice to see him actually being a decent mentor for one of the first, and only, times.
Idea for a story: I’ve brought this up a few times, but with how he often acts in the show, I feel like an AU where he’s the main villain of the series would basically write itself.
Unpopular opinion: Is the fact that I honestly kind of love him unpopular? Granted, it’s in a “Love to hate, you’re a horrible person but I can’t deny you’re super interesting to watch and see what happens regarding you” sort of way, rather than genuinely finding him a likable character.
Favorite relationship: I really liked his dynamic with Ludo, even though it was short-lived. It was interesting to see him actually being a decent enough teacher...and then also having to deal with basically acting like a parent for the first time ever, since his new student basically latched onto him as a father figure.
Favorite headcanon: He’d been orchestrating the destruction of magic since at least Skywynne’s time, specifically ever since he returned to find out she only had Jushtin. His confusion over the fact that she didn’t have a daughter was simply because he didn’t pay attention to the timeline, and thought she’d already given birth to Solaria - who was the first piece he needed to put his plan into motion.
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Your writing isn’t bad because of your English. It’s good. Man, usually those who apologize that their English is bad usually turns out to be good. As for the request how about a MHA Momo x Reader? Let’s say it revolving around her finding out you’re a vigilante in the worst way possible. This being of course you fighting her friends given they’re trying to capture you as it’s illegal. Though as you made your escape she sees your face behind the mask as it got damaged.
Oh a oneshot you are suggesting? Seems like this is a challenge...ahem! RANDOM NONSENSE LET'S GO! Also this took a lot longer and if you want you could request a part 2 if you'd like.
Quirk: Dragon.
Quirk type: Mutant.
Description: Y/n appears to be a humanoid bipedal Dragon and has the ability to use the Powers that of the Mythical Dragon such as: Fire Breath, Super strength, Night vision, Heightened hearing, and aquatic breathing. He is resistant to Heat, Explosion, Impact type Attacks. He is although lack wing's has incredible underwater swimming skills.
Height: 5'5ft
Weight: 140lbs
Dragon of the night!
"I would like your attention please" aizawa gruff voice caught the attention of 1A as they looked at their homeroom teacher. "As you know, there is a vigilante going by the name of 'Spitfire', we will be trying to capture him, If you ever encounter him, try and detained him as best you can, if they are too strong or way beyond your skill level try to call backup or a nearby ProHero, Understand?" Getting a response of 'Yes, Mr aizawa sensei.' he nods and grabbed his yellow sleeping bag and putting it on he immediately fell asleep.
Momo walked with her friends as she felt her phone vibrate and pulled out to see a text from her boyfriend, her cheeks warmed up as she stops to read causing her friends to stop to look at the rich girl in confusion.
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Y/n: "Hey Just finished that movie you suggested to me, I really love the artstyle and setting it was going for!"
Momo: "I'm glad you enjoyed it my love and I hope you don't mind if I suggest more films in the promising future?"
Y/n: "Sure, I don't mind if you suggest more films and it'll help me with inspiration to make another volume in my manga."
Y/n: "oh I gotta go! Chat later and I love you!"
Momo: "Alright I love you too and be careful when going out at night, remember the vigilante Spitfire is prowling around."
Y/n: "I understand!"
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Momo let out a sigh of content as small floating hearts appeared next to her and made audible popping sound's as Mina slided up to her friend. "so who were you texting to hmmm?" Mina asked with a sly grin as Momo got out of her love dazed phase before straighten herself out.
"it is nobody you should be concern" Momo replied before resume her walking as Mina deflated before regaining her grin, "Is it a boyfriend?" Mina asked once again getting an answer as Momo's cheeks turned bright Red as Mina let out a shrill scream and gasped "IT IS ISN'T IT! Oh who is it? Todoroki? No too obvious, Midoriya? Nah ochako is crushing on him, Oh it's Iida!" Momo shook her head no as Mina deflated once again and let out an annoyed groan "Then who is it!" Mina asked as jirou appeared and asked as well "I am curious as well Yaomomo, who are they?" Momo sighed before facing her friends "he doesn't attend this school, he is a manga author who's manga is very popular nowadays" Momo said proudly as The Girl squad looked confused as they asked. "What's it called?" Momo sweatdropped "what called? Oh their manga? Not telling you~ and even if you did then you will have a hard time finding out their name" Momo explained as her friends looked defeated. "Let's go and grab something to eat before the bell rings" hearing agreements as They all ponder who Momo's boyfriend really is.
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It was now dark out as Y/n put on his vigilante Attire as it was just a simple Hoodie and baggy Gi pants with black flames for decals and some sort of customised mask for him to wear as it helped him aim with his fire breath as you jumped off of your apartment balcony with your tail quickly latching onto a street light to help you swing across the Streets for a few more times till you arrived to a big city as climb up to a roof and glared for any potential Villains to deal with.
"Somebody help!" A voice shouted.
And that didn't really take long, taking a mighty leap off the building, the Dragon hooded themed vigilante continues to rooftop jump off until he arrives to the civilian in trouble seeing a pink-skinned girl while aiding a hunched over figure as you landed safely catching the pink-skinned girl by surprise putting your hands up in a way of saying you are not a threat.
"what's wrong with your friend" you asked as you approached as The Pink-skinned girl stepped away from the figure "Hello are you oka-" your pointed ears picked the faint sound of tiny explosions and your nose caught the smell of nitroglycerin as your eyes furrowed and immediately dodge at the last seconds as a hand shot forward Giving off a mighty 'BOOM!' as an explosion, smoke and heat was breezed across your mask and scales "Why did ya dodge, you damn gecko?" The hunched figure stood up to reveal a hero-in-training with grenade gauntlets on his wrists/arms?? As he smirked popping tiny explosions as the pink-skinned girl grabbed her coat and pulled it off to show her Hero costume from underneath her disguise.
Then a few Hero trainee's began appearing as you clicked your tongue muttering "Ambush" before you stared at Erasure Hero: Eraserhead as he began reading your rights. "Spitfire you are placed under arrest for committing illegal acts of performing vigilantism, public Quirk use, pro-heroing without a licence. Anything you say and do will be used against you." Tightening your fists before getting on all fours as your tail was raised high moving left and right as you let out a threatening growling hiss, Eraserhead's eyes furrowed as he grabbed his scarf, 1A students prepping themselves for a fight "you don't want to turn this in a fight" aizawa warned before you let out response "well that's where you are wrong...I'm going to protect the innocent with or without a licence." And with that a battle broke out.
Y/n or also known as Spitfire was a formidable opponent against the Heroes, his skills in fighting of mixed martial arts and MMA boxing was so unreal. His fire breath was hot enough to melt todoroki's ice to slushy water hell your fire was nearly able to overpower his fire.
You were able to withstand the heavy attacks that of Red Riot, Deku, Iida, Tailman, Sugerman and etc with those who's quirk literally gave them enhanced strength, Bakugou's explosion began Heavy hitting when using AP shots which really hurt and would start a simple bruising later on.
God and the other's were just as formidable as the rest, really teaching kids the meaning of Plus Ultra in the most extreme way.
But when you went against Momo and Eraserhead, Aizawa notice whenever Momo fought you, you would try your hardest not to hurt too much, until Deku appear in the form of Full cowling.
"DETROIT SMAAAAAAAAASSSHHH!!!"
A powerful punch striked your face as you were sent tumbling across the alleyway and into the streets and crashing into a street lamp. A piece of your mask was broken off as you slowly got up grabbing your throbbing head.
Looking up only to lock eyes with Momo who gasps and stopped running as she looked shocked. "Y/n? You're spitfire." Taking the advantage of her confusion you quickly made a retreat leaping away from the now backed up 1A Students as Aizawa approached her. "you know him don't you" he asked as Momo nodded before facing him and her classmates.
"Spitfire is my Boyfriend"
#momo yaoyorozu#My Hero Academia x Reader#My Hero Academia#Bnha x reader#Bnha#Momo yaoyozoru x Reader
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Yeehawgust 23: Mirage
Veronica and the Courier arrive at Jacobstown to find Doctor Henry, and are confused when a Nightkin approaches them calling them by the wrong names. 686 words.
Jacobstown was full of Super Mutants and Nightkin who stared uncomfortably at them. Ashton made she to wave at each one who did, until Veronica reminded her that Nightkin didn't like to be stared at at all.
"Oh, are those Big Horners?" Ashton gasped, pulling Veronica up to the fence around them. "Veronica, aren't they cute?"
"Just as cute as every other one we ran into on the way."
"I know!" Ashton squealed. Rex barked, nudging at her leg, and Ashton frowned, turning around to get up to the lodge and meet Doctor Henry. Before she made two steps to do so, there was a loud call of 'Jimmy?'
Ashton hadn't thought it was referencing her, but when there was another, 'Is that you?' she glanced in the direction of the call. It had come from a Nightkin that stood almost twice the height of Ashton herself, dressed in overalls and a small hat.
Ashton, confused, turned to Veronica as if she could provide an answer, but she just shrugged.
"Jimmy? Come over here and give Grandma a hug!"
Ashton had frowned, whispering to Veronica, "Is she talking to you?"
"Nope," Veronica said, cheerfully. "Pretty sure she's talking to you."
"Oh, and is that my little Becky?" The huge Nightkin cooed. "My, how you two have grown!"
"No, she's definitely talking to me now."
"Miss?" Ashton asked gently, confused. "Are you-?"
"It's been so long, dear!" She was engulfed in the large arms of the Nightkin. Ashton stilled immediately, though, relaxed because she could hear the sound of Veronica laughing from behind her. That, and the hug was surprisingly comforting. "Now why haven't you come to visit Grandma?"
"I..." With awkward movements, she raised her arms to try to encompass the Nightkin. Success was limited, but the Nightkin had seemed happy. "I'm sorry. I... wasn't thinking?"
"It's alright, pumpkin. You're here now," the Nightkin cooed, "Grandma's so happy to see you."
Slowly, the Nightkin pulled away, beaming so brightly that Ashton felt her heart clench uncomfortably.
As the Nightkin glanced between Ashton and Veronica, though, she faltered. "Oh, now I'm sorry. I'm afraid I mixed you up with my grandkids. You just look so much like them!"
"It's alright," Ashton muttered, still feeling rather warm from the hug. "You expecting your grandkids?"
"Well, I can't say I've seen them in the longest of time, but I know they'd look a lot like you two. What's your names?"
"I'm Ashton, and this is Veronica. What's your name?"
"Lily. I'm glad to meet you. Can I ask where your parents are? Don't tell me they let you walk all the way here on your own."
Ashton blinked, confused. "My parents?"
"Uh-huh. I can't imagine they're that far, are they? If they really let you walk here on your own, they're due for a stern talking to."
"I don't…" Ashton trailed off, getting progressively more confused. "I have parents?"
Lily herself seemed puzzled at that, and Veronica interrupted as Rex got progressively more eager to get inside the lodge. "It's a long story."
Lily slowly nodded. "I see. Well, it's no good for two young kids to be walking around with no adults. It's dangerous out here. Do you have nobody looking out for you?"
Given the fact that Lily seemed to genuinely believe they were children, Veronica didn't know where to go with this, as Ashton still seemed to be mulling over the fact that she had parents. "We're, uh. Very mature. You really don't have to worry."
Lily smiled. "I'm a grandmother. The idea of kids all alone makes me worry. Where are you two off to?"
"We're looking for a Doctor Henry."
"Oh, Doctor Henry? He's such a nice fellow. Is he your babysitter?"
Ashton, horrified, asked, "Baby sitter?"
"No, he's just helping our dog, here," Veronica gestured to Rex, who whimpered. "We'll see you later…?"
"Alright. Let me know if you girls need anything! I make the best cookies."
"We'll keep it in mind! Thanks." Swiftly, Veronica grabbed Ashton's arm to pull her away while she frowned, muttering something about people sitting on babies.
#Yeehawgust 2022#mirage Prompt#I actually think it’s really sad that Lily thinks that the courier is her grandchild#I wish there was a definite happy ending for her#Lily Bowen#veronica santangelo#Courier Six#Who has intelligence 1 like an icon#Also memory loss#Rex fnv#Fallout New Vegas
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Radical Sincerity
What growing up means?
It is not about the age on the passport, when suddenly you turn out to be 18, which means that it is already a stage of being adult and now you have to take risk and be responsible for your life. It doesn't necessary mean that you have grown up. Some people haven't gone throw this process of 'coming out of age' even if they are already 40 or 50. It doesn't mean that you are bad or good. It's just a different personality or mentality.
What I know is that you grow up only when you break down your own boundaries, step out of your comfort zone and forced to change your life radically. You grow up only when you break yourself.
That's what happened to me in 2022. I had to leave the place I love the most: my home, my hometown, my homeland. I went through a lot of difficulties of the war. I had to leave my parents on 27 February and have only seen them twice since. I had to start my life from the very beginning.
I think it is worth mentioning, that I am such a kind of person who gets attached to places, people, memories and some small things like a teddy bear which I've been sleeping with since I was 5. So when I had to leave all that behind in one day and go away to the unknown direction...oh. I have to say it wasn't easy at all. Even more it totally broke me inside.
Before February 2022 I never left my parents or my flat for more than 2 weeks in a row. NEVER. I always knew that there is such a place called: Home, where I can always come, where people Love me and are always ready to listen to or hug me. Since the day when war stared I've lost this feeling. I can't go home anytime now. There is only me and a big dangerous world, which I never faced before.
That was the moment when I really had to become honest with myself and start trusting my intuition, heart or brain (at least something inside me because there was nobody else to share thoughts with). But only when our the most wonderful English teacher in the world showed us (I say so because I don't know how, but her words, eyes and even smile always have answers to all your questions and confusion, every lesson she gives us a new life lesson. Sometimes I even envy myself that I have such an amazing teacher). So...what was I talking about? Oh, yes. Only when we were shown a TedTalk given by Cheryl Strayed talking about radical sincerity and she said there: "Finding in ourselves that voice that we know to be true that we recognize as the voice that makes the most sense" I finally realized what I dug into myself, in that difficult moment. The voice, which helps me to take decisions. The voice which I can trust.
I still try to build good relationships with my new friend, because sometimes this voice is not comparable to real life or my brain, but what I want to tell you is that all of us have to start trusting ourselves, without that there will be no bright future. It's challenging to realize, but the way you treat yourself, and the way you listen to yourself are directly connected with what happening in your life.
According to the theory of existentialism each action has consequences and only you are responsible for your life: "Not making a choice is also a choice", so to live this life you have to be ready to take risks and need absolutely, 100% percent, be true to yourself. Everything begin with that.
Also since the new chapter of my life started I realized that many qualities and characteristics were hidden in me, there just wasn't a moment or time before that could help me to open them and the phrase I heard in that video corresponds to my feelings: "Our deepest treasured are buried in the crappy detritus in our lifes". They just need to be dug out. Don't be afraid of searching for them, of challenging yourself, of suffering. New YOU will appear only after all these hardships.
And always remember: No matter what happens, no matter how difficult it is - "Keep walking" and it will lead you to a new level, new accomplishments and great success.
With Love, your Berrizze's World
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'It just broke my heart': 75-year-old man with dementia waits 8 hours in ambulance
It definitely wasn’t how she was expecting to spend her Sunday, but shortly after 9 a.m., Linda Vautour received a phone call that would lead to nearly eight hours of non-stop worrying.
That’s how long her 75-year-old husband, Eusebe Vautour, who has dementia, waited in an ambulance to be unloaded and seen by a doctor at Stella Maris De Kent Hospital.
“I looked at that ambulance at the back of the hospital, knowing that he was in there all by himself, not being able to speak… no one he knew, and it just broke my heart,” said Linda Vautour.
Eusebe was taken by ambulance from his care home for stomach pain and vomiting, but the family says since he couldn’t be offloaded, they weren’t allowed to join him in the ambulance for comfort.
“I’m worried because he’s a dementia patient. He’s there all by himself, with nobody he knows, disoriented and unable to speak for himself really,” she said.
Adding, “if I could have even gone over and just said, you know, how is he doing or at least speak to him or something.”
The family says there was no communication from the hospital or the paramedics during the wait, however, they say that this situation has nothing to do with the doctors and nurses and that they understand they’re doing their best.
Linda said even the care home was confused why it took him so long to be seen. Adding, “I was worried because aneurysms run in his family. So I was worried about that and I was worried about appendicitis and just everything going through my head.”
She says that Eusebe was given a physical exam, but no further testing once finally seen by a doctor.
“The doctors and nurses are all doing their best, they’re doing what they can and they all understand what we’re going through, but they need help. They can’t do everything on their own,” she said.
The entire family says they want to see change happen at a government level.
“I wouldn’t say it’s our health-care system,” said Kermit Vautour, Eusebe’s son. “It’s our political that’s causing the problem.”
Adding, “one of the biggest issues is all the after-hours clinics are closing because they get paid more to do the emergency calls. So what my understanding is, why can’t doctors get paid what they should get paid no matter where they are as they’re helping people? And then this way here our emergency rooms wouldn’t be completely flooded.”
In a statement to CTV News, Vitalité, the health authority responsible for the hospital, said, in part, that while it cannot speak to individual cases, “we are actively working to improve the flow of admissions and discharges, as well as to reduce overflow and wait times in the emergency department, and to make it easier to manage admissions to a nursing unit.”
Vitalité also stated that “over the weekend, the emergency department of the Stella-Maris-de-Kent Hospital was very busy. Bed occupancy at the facility was also very high.”
“After my mom called me and she was upset that my father was still in an ambulance after three hours of arriving at the hospital, I was upset enough that I went to try and get some answers,” said Kermit.
He adds that he apologizes to the doctors, nurses and paramedics as his emotions and worry caused a bit of a disturbance as he searched for answers to make sure his dad was okay.
Meanwhile, the Department of Health also said in a statement to CTV News that it cannot comment on specific cases but that officials are working on initiatives to help reduce offload delays.
Adam Bowie, a department communications officer, said, “emergency department congestion and associated ambulance offload delays aren’t issues unique to this province, and there is no singular answer to these complex problems.”
As for the Vautour family, Eusebe is now back at his home, thanks to the owner of his care home picking him up, and happy to be around familiar faces.
“[The nurses] said he seemed to be pretty tired when he got back,” said Linda. “He probably was not understanding what was going on, but that he was very happy this morning when he saw their faces because it’s his home now, he’s been there for three years and he recognizes them.”
However, the entire situation has raised major concerns.
"Right now he's not complaining of too much pain, but is it out of fear that he has to go back? Or is he actually better?” said Kermit.
It’s also raised concerns about what the future of health care looks like.
“What’s going to happen next time he has to go?” said Linda. “Even for myself, at my age, I’m not that young anymore. I worry if I get sick and have to go to the hospital what’s going to happen?”
from CTV News - Atlantic https://ift.tt/Ftz35dx
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More Pet!Uzi AU Stuff (because I just got new ideas about it)
Sooooo I know I said I was gonna work on the next submission for the Strip Club AU, but some asks that I definitely didn't make how dare you insinuate that got me thinking of some new ideas! I’m still gonna make the next Strip Club AU submission, just…not right now.
Without further ado, let’s get into it!
(Important stuff is in Italic. Feel free to give commentary.)
Commentary in purple.
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Just so you know, these are probably gonna be mostly Ending B stuff, cuz I like that ending more for some reason. Also I don’t have a lot of ideas for Ending A sooo…
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ANYWAYS
Even though Uzi ends up getting her own room in Ending B, she rarely uses it as she usually sleeps in V’s room. She really only uses it when she really wants to be alone, which is a rarity
V is just as possessive of Uzi as she is protective of her. She does share her with N, of course, but she always reminds her of who she belongs to
I can't imagine they're relationship turning out another way tbh.
Along with “Her Pretty Girl” V sometimes doesn’t use the “her” part and just calls Uzi “Pretty Girl”
Uzi and V’s relationship in Ending B, although twisted, is surprisingly healthy. V feels better about herself because of her remembering that her pretty girl exists, and Uzi gets the love she never got from anyone else from her old life. Still twisted tho
Twisted is fine so long as it's healthy.
Uzi and V roleplay sometimes
In Ending B, Uzi basically switches sides and starts hunting other worker drones with V. In a twisted way, watching her victims beg for their lives while their slowly and painfully killed begins to become a turn-on for her over time. In other words, torturing people ends up making Uzi very fucking horny
Didn't see that coming. Though I suppose it does make sense, considering her chosen partner.
Uzi, despite her fanatical devotion to V in Ending B, is a surprisingly wise person. Gives good advice, is pretty skilled in combat thanks to V, and is a good friend to N. Still fanatically devoted to V tho
Uzi and V fuck. A lot. Literally every day. A little bit too much, sometimes
Uzi and V also do a lot of BDSM, though the times they do so are spread apart a long while so that they don’t lose that...specific magic ;)
If all the worker drones were killed and they had nothing else to eat, V would mercy kill Uzi and then kill herself rather than eat Uzi. She will not confuse Uzi for food again
Uzi and N have a surprisingly good friendship considering that N still thinks Uzi as a pet. Uzi gives some surprisingly good advice to him, and N, earlier on, gives her a break from V
Yay good friendship vibes.
Despite the detail above, Uzi’s never truly comfortable around anyone else besides V. N’s a close second, but there’s something about being close to V that makes her…comfortable with everything
If Uzi was accidentally hurt, like an actually seriously injured V would panic a little bit before putting saliva on whatever was damaged and place her in her room’s bed, making sure she was comfortable.
If someone hurt Uzi on purpose though? And if that injury was major? They will know pain. V will not rest until they are given a slow and painful death. And when she gets her hands on them, a slow and painful death it will be. No one will find the body intact. Nobody hurts her fucking pet.
Excellent take on that. People ask this question all the time, so thank you for going on ahead and answering it. :D
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Welp, that's all the details I can think of at the moment! If you have any details you wanna add yourself, go ahead!
I still want a fic of this so bad help me-
Write one or I will later. Actually I might still write one if you do.
Anyways Imma work on that next submission on the Strip Club Au. Till then!
Yay!
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From Shadows You Shine: Phoebus Apollon
The following is a fanfiction I had come up with after I had finished reading "The Titan's Curse" and reading other fanfictions online.
PLEASE TAKE NOTE OF THE FOLLOWING!:
📌 Percy Jackson & the Olympians Series is not mine. It belongs to Rick Riordan. So all credits go to him.
📌 This is my first fanfiction and will have two parts, or three... It really depends on how well the second part turns out.
📌 The fanfiction has the ship of Apollo x (OC) Bianca Di Angelo.
📌Bianca Di Angelo is the main character of this fanfiction. Mostly because I thought she was given too little screen time in the POJ Series.
And that's all! Enjoy and Comment down below of your thoughts. Please do be mindful of your words and learn to accept and understand the opinions and thoughts of others
By: Illyria.Chrysa 🌸
From Shadows You Shine: Phoebus Apollon
The first time Bianca Di Angelo had piqued his interest was when they had first met. During the middle of December in a clearing by the cliff, not far from Westover Hall.
His sister - Artemis - had called him for a favor without specifying the nature of the request.
It intrigued him, his sister, being the stubborn and hard-headed person that she is, rarely called upon him for help. So for her to suddenly request something like a favor didn’t sit well with him.
For it could mean one of two things: the favor requires assistants of something only he was capable of achieving or it was something she couldn’t handle alone.
The thought didn’t sit well with Apollo.
Artemis was many things to him, they had their ups and downs, and they argued upon many things, no matter how trivial. But, by the end of the day, she was still his older twin sister - she was still family.
And nobody hurts his family.
So, it came as a relief when Apollo cast his gaze down into the clearing below, spotting his sister with her hunters and what seems to be a handful of Chiron’s campers…
…But that relief soon washed away when he heard the reason behind her favor.
“I need a favor.” Artemis began, looking her brother in the eyes. “I have some hunting to do, alone. And I would like you to take my companions to camp half-blood.”
Apollo nodded his head but furrowed his eyebrows. “Alone? What exactly are you hunting that you have to do alone?”
“It’s none of your business.”
“I’ll find out eventually. Know all, see all.”
Artemis snorted, “Just drop them off safely, Apollo. I should be back by or before the Winter Solstice.”
He sighed, “You promise?”
“... I promise”
Satisfied with her answer he smiled brightly, showing off his pearly-white teeth. Apollo placed his right-hand on his chest and looked at his sister, mischief flashed in his clear-blue eyes.
“I feel a Haiku coming along!” he declared proudly. Only to be met by a chorus of groans from the hunters, an eye-roll from his sister and confused looks from the campers. Regardless, he spoke the Haiku proudly. Internally cringing at its subpar quality but couldn’t stop the amusement that bubbled within him, that no one noticed…
… No one except the girl that stood behind Percy Jackson.
The unfamiliar girl had her head tilted to the side, a small smile on her face and a knowing look in her onyx-black eyes.
Apollo subtly glanced at the girl, careful as to not catch the attention of his sister. Since, as far as he could tell, the girl was still a virgin. Therefore, she was under the protection of his sister - if not a possible candidate to become one of her hunters.
‘Ah… she noticed…interesting’
Most Olympians had an image they upheld throughout their existence. He was mostly bright and joviale. Basically all the characteristics related to the sun - including the notorious ones. And to top it all off, they had learned to conceal themselves. To never reveal their true intentions.
So when the girl - who he assumes was no older than twelve - managed to see through him, something even his sister was unable to do most recently, it… piqued his interest.
To other gods, they may have felt unnerved, even threatened.
But not Apollo. Cause when he looked into the girl’s eyes all he saw was light.
A look of splendor and innocence that didn’t match with how mature her gaze presented itself. A look that he was all too familiar with…
… Since, there were times when he too, had that daunting look in his eyes.
Apollo turned, and gave the mysterious girl his full attention. He waved his hand in the air and smiled. “Hi there! I’ve never seen you before, a new camper perhaps?”
As he spoke, all eyes darted to the girl that stood behind Percy Jackson.
He noticed the shock and unsure look she sent his way, before stepping forward and meeting his gaze.
“I am Bianca Di Angelo, Lord Apollo.” Bianca stood straight and nodded her head in greeting, “My younger brother and I recently joined camp a few months back. So you probably haven’t heard of me till now.”
Apollo nodded his head in understanding. He studied the girl for a moment and quickly noticed the beauty she possessed.
‘Not bad,’ he thought to himself. 'Not bad at all.'
The girl had silky midnight-dark hair that reached till her waist, pinned back by a masterfully crafted golden ornate hair clip, decorated with crimson jewels. A pale-ivory skin tone without a single blemish in sight. Thin rose colored lips and a beautiful pair of brilliant onyx-black eyes…
…Eyes that he has seen before. Except it was in a shade of deep-crimson, more isometric and gem-like. Eyes that flared with furry and-
‘Ah’ he thought, faintly seeing the resemblance between Bianca and someone he had not seen in a very long time. ‘So, she’s his daughter. Then that would mean Bianca’s younger brother could also be his son… If so, then the two of them would be the children he had with the last demi-god child of Hecate. Who was it again? Maria Di Angelo? Yes, I remember now.’
‘If so, then…’ Apollo’s eyes shined a lustrous gold, ‘The prophecy just got more complicated.’
He hoped that it wouldn't be the last interaction he had with the daughter of Hades.
Personally, he preferred Percy being the one the prophecy was talking about. His fatal flaw and blood ensured his loyalty to Olympus and his father rather than it being his half-sister, Thalia. Apollo has seen many heroes fail to overcome the fatal flaw of ambition, which in turn caused their demise. And with the weight of the prophecy given to the survival of Olympus, it wasn’t a risk he would take.
…But, he wouldn’t mind if Bianca was the one the prophecy foretold about.
The girl was interesting - different from other demi-gods. He just doesn’t know what it was that set her apart from the rest.
He was looking forward to their next interaction.
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Apollo didn’t have to wait long for that to happen.
For the next time their paths crossed was on a quest that had both campers and hunters working together to save the goddess in chains.
And the goddess so happens to be his sister - Artemis.
The first time he felt something amidst was when the connection he had with his sister weakened, till it became so faint he could no longer pinpoint her exact location. Not soon after, his oracle stepped foot outside of the Big House and walked towards Zoe Nightshade, the lieutenant of Artemis, and uttered a prophecy that added to his already growing concern of the well-being of his sister.
And just when he was about to go look for his sister, a council was called by his father to discuss the matter of the kidnapping of Artemis.
It was decided that no god can intervene with the quest, and that no god or goddess can go looking for Artemis since a quest was already given to the demi-gods and hunters. And under ancient law, the gods could not intervene on their behalf.
Hermes, Ares and Hephaestus glanced at their brother as they paid no heed to the words their father uttered. The three of them noticed the change in Apollo’s eyes. It was now a burning shade of deep gold, no longer a shade of clear-blue.
The three gods shared discreet glances, one thing on all of their minds.
‘Apollo would stand for not of it.’
The moment the meeting was adjourned Apollo quickly teleported to an abandoned subway. He didn’t have to wait long because soon enough he could hear the group of campers and hunters approaching.
He stood by a trash-can fire, under the disguise of a homeless guy. Once the group was close enough he gave them a toothless grin, and said, “Y'all need to get warmed up? Come on over!”
The group huddled around his fire. Thalia's teeth were chattering, she said, “Well this is g-g-ggreat.”
“My hooves are frozen,” Grover complained.
“Feet,” Percy corrected, glancing discreetly towards the homeless guy, hoping he wouldn't ask any questions.
“What now?” Bianca asked, huddling closer to the homeless guy than the trash-can fire. Feeling more warmth emanating from the man than the fire. She casts a quick glance at the man, gazing into his eyes. Before a flash of understanding gleamed in her eyes. “Should we contact camp? Perhaps Chiron-”
“No,” Zoe said. “They cannot help us anymore. We must finish this quest ourselves.”
Percy gazed miserably around the rail yard.
Apollo listened in to their conversation. He internally chastised the sartyr for his lack of filter but otherwise understood the current situation the group were in.
“You know,” he said looking at the group, “you’re never completely without friends. You kids need a train going West?”
“Yes, sir,” Percy replied. “You know of any?”
Apollo pointed his hand towards the railroad, summoning the sun chariot in the form of a freight train. It gleamed brightly and melted the snow around the surrounding area. Before he disappeared, taking the flames with him.
And just to further mess with the group, he name the train “SUN WEST LINE”
He could have sworn he heard Bianca chuckling to herself in amusement.
After an hour of traveling, Bianca sat in a car far away from the rest.
She needed a quiet place away from the group to clear her head. She had her suspicions but the truth was harder to swallow than she thought it would. She glanced down on her arms, seeing that they were still the same, she sighed in relief.
Bianca leaned back into the seat, a heavy truth weighed on her shoulder.
“We were in the Lotus Hotel and Casino for seventy plus years… It’s been seventy years.” She gazed outside of her window with a horrified look in her eyes. “How, how am I gonna tell Nico?”
She let out a tired yawn, ‘I can’t fall asleep. No, if I do then - those nightmares would come back.’
It had started when she had returned to camp half-blood after taking out the Manticore in Westover Hall that had Grover held captive. The dreams started the very same night. At first it was warm and happy, a woman so familiar yet so vague would embrace her tightly, muttering sweet-nothings into her ears till she succumbed to slumber.
The next dream she had was that of a man. He was tall and handsome, yet he was extremely pale and had a cold exterior. However, when he would glance at her, the cold facade instantly disappeared. He would embrace her similar to that of the woman’s and he would tell her countless stories she had yet to recall. But, she could have sworn the man spoke to her in Greek. The last image she saw was that of the woman entering her room, a prominent bulge on her stomach.
The following night, she along with the mysterious man stood outside of a door as she heard the woman screaming in agony. Seconds later, it was followed by a cry from that of an infant. The man carried her into the room and placed her on the bed, he kissed the woman’s forehead and glanced down at the little bundle the woman was holding. The woman spoke her name lovingly and ushered her closer. She looked down at the bundle, and her eyes shone with familiarity.
The baby was her younger brother, Nico.
‘So would that mean that these two are my parents?’
Bianca wasn’t certain, but deep down she knew that they were. She just couldn't remember.
Though, after that, the dreams began to flash before her eyes.
Some of them were of her taking care of Nico, others were spent playing with the mysterious man she had felt was her father, other times it was spying on her parents as the two lovingly held each other close, then it was of them moving to the States after her father whispered something to her mother, causing the woman to frown and glance at her and Nico with worry.
The last dream she had was the one she feared the most.
It was like any other memory, warm and familiar, but an unsettling feeling stabbed at her stomach.
Bianca was with her mother in the kitchen when she looked her mother in the eyes before she screamed in absolute terror. Her father went and grabbed her and brought both her and her brother into his embrace as the two of them wouldn’t stop crying.
Her mother seemed unsure of what to do and went to the living room to grab something when a roar of thunder was heard overhead. Her father tried to reach out to her mother when the crackling of lightning flashed down from above.
It was bright for a fraction of a moment but then she heard her father screaming in agony, kneeling down the place where her mother was supposed to be. She was embracing her brother, making sure he didn’t see the sight in front of them.
Then a woman came into the place, sympathy flashed in her eyes. Her father took notice of the woman and she could feel his rage burn with fury as she laid eyes on the girl. He struck her with something - a curse, a voice spoke in her mind.
She was cursed for something she had no control over.
Her father had cursed the girl before walking towards them. Embracing them tight, promising something under his breath before the dream faded into black.
The last dream she had was of her and Nico kneeling by a river. Her father stood beside them with sorrowful eyes. He had instructed them to drink from the river, and they did.
That was the last dream she had, and she was frightened of the thought that-
“A penny for you thought?” a voice asked from the seat beside her.
Bianca looked over and she wasn’t even surprised to see Apollo in the shotgun seat, no longer bothering with his disguise.
She shook her head, “I’ve been having dreams recently… some of them are horrifying.”
“If it weren’t for dreams,” he said,” I wouldn’t know half the things I know about the future. They’re better than Olympus tabloids.”
Apollo cleared his throat, then held up his hands dramatically:
“Dreams like a podcast,
Downloading truth in my ears.
They tell me cool stuff”
Bianca laughed light-heartedly, “I didn’t expect such a Haiku coming from the god of poetry.”
He smiled softly and placed a finger to his lips, “I’m incognito. Call me Fred”
“A god named Fred?” she asked, “if you're incognito, what happened to your disguise?”
“Don’t need it,” he shrugged. “The sun is my domain. Not even Zeus can question what I do with it.”
“... I thought gods aren’t allowed to intervene with demi-gods quests?”
Apollo’s eyes suddenly burns gold, “Zeus insists on certain rules, no matter how dumb and illogical they are, even if something dangerous is stirring. He's stubborn like that. But nobody messes with my twin sister, nobody.”
“...How fast are we going?”
“Fast enough. Unfortunately, we’re running out of time. It’s almost sunset, but I have already gotten you guys across a good chunk of America.”
Bianca looked Apollo in the eyes, with no sign of fear - something no other demi-gods would dare to do.
The only exception being the children of Poseidon, who are fearless and unrestrained like their father.
“Do you know where Lady Artemis is?”
Apollo’s face darkened, he scowled. “I know a lot, and I see a lot. But even I don’t know that. She’s… clouded from me, and I don’t like it.”
“Then the monster Lady Artemis was hunting?”
“No,” he sighed. “But there is one who might. If you haven’t found the monster when you reach San Francisco, seek out Nereus, the Old Man of the Sea. He has a long memory and a sharp eye. He has a gift of knowledge sometimes kept obscure from my Oracle.”
“But, isn’t it your Oracle?” She pointed out, “Can’t you tell us what the prophecy means?”
He sighed, “You might as well ask an artist to explain his art, or a poet to explain his poem. It defeats the purpose. The meaning is only clear through the search.
“In other words, you don’t know”
He sighs, looking down, “No, I don’t. Only the fates know, the Moirai. Even us gods are powerless against them.”
“I understand,” Bianca began, looking at Apollo with empathy in your eyes. “The feeling of worrying about the wellbeing of your sibling�� Of being unable to defy the fates, that one day, deep down, you know that their choice is absolute. No matter what the future has in store for you, no matter the traversity and joy, you can only accept it with a heavy heart.”
Apollo chuckled, he looked Bianca in the eyes, his eyes gleaming gold. “You know, for a demi-god you sure know a lot about things. Dare I even say, you may already know your fate, and have reluctantly accepted it.”
Her eyes flashed a crimson hue, “I, I can only say that, I was born this way. A curse of perception.”
He raised a brow, “A curse? That’s the first I ever heard of it. Care to elaborate, who knows, I might be able to help you and shed some light.”
“...Was that supposed to be a pun?”
Apollo laughed whole-heartedly. “Haha,” he whipped a tear from his eye. “I, I didn’t expect that. I know your behind times but that-”
He paused, his words he spoke finally began to register.
Bianca perked up at what he said, “you, you know?!”
“...I do”
The two stared at one another, unable to form any words, not knowing what to say.
“You,” Bianca began. “Do you know who my father is? Why he…”
Apollo nodded his head solemnly, “Truthfully, it's not my story to tell. I believe it's best if you were to hear it from your father himself. But I do know this. Out of all the gods, he loves you and your brother very much, I can say for certain that you are his most treasured child, and he did what he did because, at that time, it was all he could do to keep both of you safe. He loves you, very dearly… and I know deep down, no matter how much you deny it, you feel the same way.”
Bianca had tears cascading down her eyes. She felt as though a heavy feeling was lifted from her heart.
Apollo reached out and wiped away the tears, he smiled at her reassuringly.
“...Do you know when I’ll meet him?”
“Soon,” he whispered softly. “It shouldn’t be long till you finally reunite.”
She nodded her head, and smiled brightly. “Thank you.”
“Don’t mention it”
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catharsis
a scene where alexios begins to realize that Pleiades is sort of a disassociated personality within her original identity that was named Nefertari. He never knew that the name he knew her by wasn't the name she was born with, and he's never met 'Nefertari' until a visit back to her hometown in Egypt triggered a disassociative episode.
this scene takes place after Pleiades's former music teacher gaslights her and gets into her head and tries to convince her that she isn't worth anyone's effort or devotion.
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Pleiades is sitting up when I walk in with the jug of wine. Her eyes are wide. She’s got a similar look on her face to when someone witnesses gore for the first time - terrified, utterly confused, vacant. When she looks at me, she flinches. I can’t imagine why.
I tell her, “I got the wine.”
All she does for way too long is stare at me. But I’m not going to say anything until she does. I’m not going to move. If I force her to be the one to further this exchange, maybe it’ll reveal something I can use to help her.
She finally says, “Thank you.” Well. That was entirely uninformative.
I sit beside her and hand her the jug, and she starts gulping it down, grimacing every time she swallows. She hates wine.
I need to ask her. “What did Baket say to you?”
She doesn’t want to tell me. She gulps more wine so she won’t have to answer. But there’s only so much wine to be gulped.
I say to her, “Pleiades. I need you to tell me what happened so I can help.”
Nothing. Nothing! It seems like every brick wall I dismantled piece by piece over the last several years has rebuilt itself in the last half hour. She won’t even look me in the eyes for more than a second or two.
I need a damn clue. There has to be something I’ve heard her say or seen her do that might tell me how to reach her right now.
She called herself ‘Nefertari’ earlier. Maybe…
“Pleiades. What did Baket say to Nefertari?”
Her head turns to face me and she speaks. “She said Alexios will leave her.”
I’m absolutely going to disfigure this woman. I can already see in my mind’s eye the shape of the keloid scar she’ll don after the blade of my spear slides down the length of her face.
“Why would she say something like that?”
“No man would tolerate Nefi’s hysterics for long.That’s why she’s spent her whole life alone. That’s why no one wants her as a student, let alone as a lover… I can’t-... Nefertari can’t expect anyone to be as patient with her as Baket is. Nobody likes a crybaby. Mercenaries especially don’t like crybabies. He only stays because he thinks she’ll hurt herself if he goes. But one day he won’t care anymore.”
I might upgrade Baket from disfigurement to murder.
“You know she’s wrong, don’t you?”
She shrugs.
“I told her I’d disfigure her if she came back here, and the wench did it anyway. So, clearly, she doesn’t know shit about me. But I intend to teach her.”
She drinks more wine.
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“This is why people only ‘tolerate’ Nefertari,” she says.
I have no idea what she means.
“Is Nefertari the same person as Pleiades?”
She doesn’t shrug. She doesn’t shake her head. It takes a while before she murmurs, “I don’t know.”
“Does Nefertari know?”
“No.”
Could I really be dealing with two different people, here?
I’ve never seen Pleiades sound like this, or move like this, or talk like this. I didn’t even know she used to have another name, or that the name she uses now was given to her by someone she describes as ‘the only person who wanted me to be greater than him.’ When we first arrived here, she tried to insist on her new name and Baket in particular went out of her way not only to refuse, but to insinuate that Pleiades crossed a line by even requesting such a thing.
I don’t think I know this other woman. But I want to protect her as much as I want to protect Pleiades.
“Well, whoever she is… whoever you are… I love the both of you. And shame on anyone who endeavors to make you doubt that.”
I think Baket may remind me of Chrysis. The woman plots to cause Pleiades to lose all faith in everyone who loves her. Her lyre teacher. Setepenre. She’s seen me with Pleiades for all of maybe forty-five minutes and she’s already setting out to destroy an obvious source of support. Baket feels threatened by me. And yet, she’s oblivious to the magnitude of danger she’s in. She’s about to lose her life. I've killed for lesser reasons
“Would you even tell me? If you didn’t want me anymore?”
You have got to be kidding me. Am I supposed to answer that? I can see her beginning to panic with each second that goes by without an answer. I need to say something. “Who’s asking?” Fuck. That sounded worse coming out than it did in my head.
“Me!”
“Who are you?”
“You know!”
“I’m not sure that I do.”
“Just tell me! Please! Just tell me! She said you were mad at me. She could tell. You’re losing patience. You’re seeing my true colors. You’re fed up with me. It’s in your eyes. She knows people. She knows how people work. She knows why nobody’s ever wanted me. She’s always warned me but I never listened.”
I need to get her out of here.
“Yes! I would tell you. All I will ever tell you about anything is the truth. I have shown this to you from the start. Have I not?”
She nods and whimpers, “Yes.”
“It hasn’t changed.”
“Do you promise?”
“Of course I do.”
“Okay.”
I hug her and kiss the side of her head and she nearly goes limp against me. Her words are muffled when she says, “I’m sorry.”
“There is nothing to be sorry for.”
“I know I’m difficult.”
“What have I always said to you when you say you’re difficult?”
She’s quiet for a moment before answering. “You say. That everyone is difficult sometimes.”
“And what else?”
“You say… that all of the best things you have ever done in your life have been difficult.”
“And?”
“Nothing worthwhile is easy.”
We have this conversation a lot - though not so much recently until arriving in Egypt - and I never tire of it. I never tire of it the same way I never tire of unjamming her good loom, or putting food on her table, or massaging her shoulders when she’s sore from playing her lyra for too long. I won’t ever tire of doing anything she needs from me. I don’t know if she’ll ever believe that, but that’s okay, because I won’t ever tire of trying to convince her.
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On liminality, and the stuff Tony Stark says
Anyway, Tony seems to give me very Classic Comic Book vibes despite physically looking like Robert Downey Jr. This one time he said something like "Look honey, we're not really 'people' anymore, but we also can't be gods. We are what people WANT TO BE, and that is a very finicky place in the spirit-world."
Sometimes Tony just confirms my suspicions that "Superheroes are modern mythology."
...And then he says shit like "Come onnnnn, just ask me for help! Pleassssse!!!! I'm fucking rich, there are a LOT of ways I can help a broke writer!"
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It seems you need a certain level of "standing" to be a LIKELY pop-culture spirit. The more prominent a work is in society, the more likely the characters start "answering calls." Ie, Marvel and DC.
There are HUNDREDS of media works out there and it seems spirits need enough "focus" to become egregores/embodied/"full spirits." I don't see anyone (admitting to???) meeting the Fullmetal Alchemist characters, but I HAVE seen at least one person who believes that they accidentally met Magneto.
Like, they did a semi-joking "summoning" ritual for the X-Men and they did not expect to MEET SOMEONE.
If that isn't the start to a horror movie, I don't know what is.
But given my current works dealing with colonization myself, if I met Magneto IN THE VERY FAR FUTURE, WITH NO SIGNIFICANT METAL AROUND, I would absolutely tell him that he has some great points.
And maybe it's not only "how prominent" a story is in general, but the nature of the story itself? Maybe the superheroes are more likely to get embodied not only because they're popular, but because their whole genre involves "helping people," so folks are more likely to "invoke" them. Meanwhile FMA is ultimately a war-story/series and like... nobody's "calling on" Roy Mustang.
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Speaking of the Avengers, the rest of them showed up last night in the meditation. The moment Other-Thor came, I just lost it, hugged him, and started crying. Not sure if I was happy or sad, it was probably both.
The doofus just smiled and went "Well, this is a lovely welcome!"
Cap was laughing and went, "She didn't even cry when I came here the first time!"
Thor and Loki are going to be VERY important characters in the modern side of my Marvel fanfic, so maybe that's why I reacted like I did.
Or maybe it's because Movie-Thor has a recovering-from-depression arc?
Honestly, Thor is my PERSONAL favorite Avenger and I never could figure out why. Maybe because he and Cap are just NICE?
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This one time I was YET AGAIN trying to sleep, so Tony rolled up with some spiritual-whiskey and gave me some shots. It didn't work, so when Spirit-Me wandered back to the Water-Spirit just completely shitfaced and crying, Hera got mad when she saw us and she yelled, "TONY! WHAT. DID. YOU. DO??? SHE'S A MESS!!!"
And Tony was like "She can't sleep. I gave her some shots, but she is WIRED, man."
So she ordered him to get out so I could sober up, but Tony just snapped at her, "Hera, I am not a god and I'm sure as hell not Greek! You have no power over me!"
And yeah, she couldn't actually make him LEAVE, unless she wanted to start a fight with a very drunk and squishy bard in the room, so she just settled for chaperoning me for a while.
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If I had to lock down the superheroes as anything "properly spiritual," they feel a lot like intermediaries/intercessors. So many of them are human-turned-something-else, and their ties to humanity are a constant theme, plus there's a thin line between "invoking a spirit ON BEHALF OF a god" and "invoking someone AS AN ACTUAL GOD."
The Tagalog pantheon supposedly said that most gods were "agents of the supreme deity Bathala," but they all ended up being treated as deities by the time the Spanish came along, so I wonder if a similar confusion between "really powerful intermediaries" and "deities" are happening with the likes of Marvel and DC.
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Daughter of wonderwoman au where marinette finds out her mother is actually Diana and somehow it ends up with her meeting/being introduced to the batfam maybe because she has super strength and is seen yeeting some bad guys who tried to mug her... Or something.
“... you are running from your problems, Mari,” Adrien’s exasperated voice reminded his best friend. Again. She ignored him, and he threw his hands up in exasperation. “Look, you don’t have to do anything about it! Nobody would hold it against you if you decided to just, ignore that you found anything out at all. But you need to actually think about what we just found out and decide whether or not you’re gonna do anything—“ he side-stepped a piece of trash that went flying in his direction. “—or if you’re gonna move on and pretend nothing happened.”
“Isn’t that what I’m doing?” Marinette shot back, pushing her bangs out of her face and tying her hair back with one hand.
“No, you’re currently hiding away in Gotham to avoid your parents while you beat up every random group of idiots who thinks you’re an easy mark,” he retorted. Another wannabe kidnapper went flying in his direction, making him sigh and side step again. She had thrown that one with only her one free hand, showing just how upset she was. “You’re ignoring everything in your life, which is not what we meant we said you should get a little space.”
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Marinette dropkicked the last criminal into unconsciousness before stepping back and putting her hands on her hips. She looked over at the now seven passed out men in the alleyway, and the one very frustrated ex-model pinching the bride of his nose. “I think I’m coping just fine.”
“It’s better than being forced to suppress all of your emotions, sure,” Adrien reluctantly agreed. “But not by much. Your angry rampage through Gotham has already attracted more attention,” he raised his hand to point at a nearby rooftop. Several shadows lurked there, looming over the building’s edge. “Which, might I add, is exactly why I told you not to come to Gotham.”
“You’re the one who followed me here,” she shot back before turning to the shadowy figures above them. “Go ahead and come down! But it was self defense, and you can’t arrest or beat me up for defending myself!”
The first figure to drop down straightened your just as quickly, revealing the imposing figure of none other than Batman himself. The little white eyes on his cowl seemed to narrow on their own as he looked down at her.
“That might be true, but I’m sure you know my policy on metas in my city,” he grumbled back at her. He wasn’t necessarily threatening, but he definitely wasn’t welcoming either. With all of his limbs hidden behind the cocoon that was his cape, Marinette would never be able to predict his next move if he did decide to fight. Not that she seemed particularly worried about that as she crossed her arms over her chest and met his glare evenly.
“Oh, do you own this city now? I wasn’t given the memo,” she retorted. “And considering I didn’t even know I was a meta until last week? I think I deserve a little slack. I’m angry and if people think the tiny little girl in pink is an easy kidnapping target, then it’s their fault for making themselves into the perfect practice dummies for me to try out my newly discovered strength on.”
Adrien saw the eyes on Batman’s mask narrow even further. Marinette wasn’t exactly at her most charismatic at the moment, and Adrien didn’t wanna get the both of them into a bad relationship with the experienced superhero who always seemed to know things he shouldn’t know. So he stepped up quickly, getting in between Marinette and the Bat and holding his hands up in a placating gesture.
“Okay, Monsieur Batman,” Adrien started slowly, making sure his posture was impeccable and his smile bright. “She’s telling the truth, even if she’s not... the most tactful about it right now. She just found out some very concerning things about her origin and Gotham is the best place for her to hide from her problems and let loose a little pent up aggression. But— well,” he grimaced. “We didn’t intend to run into you guys, but maybe it’s a good thing we did.”
“How so?” Batman was clearly still incredibly suspicious of the both of them and wasn’t giving an inch. So Marinette rolled her eyes (she was still very moody) and leaned around Adrien so she could get a good look at the monochromatic hero.
“I thank my lucky spots that we ran into you, Batman!” She said monotonously. “Me and Adrien are paw-sitively excited at this opportunity.”
Batman. Froze.
Not only were those two lines the very first lines ever spoken to him by two foreign heroes a few years ago (with a few key words changed to protect identities), but they had become their code phrase for whenever they made calls to one another outside of their costumes. All at once it seemed to hit him— the golden hair and bright green eyes on the boy, the blue-black hair and normally super-focused bluebell eyes on the girl that were currently sporting very uncharacteristic frustration. Their heights. Their builds. All of this info flowed through his mind and compared to the information stored in his memory, and it only took the span of two seconds for everything to click.
Suddenly Batman was at full attention, back straight instead of looming over them and eyebrows clearly raised high under his cowl.
He knew Chat Noir and Ladybug would never take a random vacation to Gotham. Ladybug herself had nearly waxed poetic about how much the city depressed her just from the pictures she saw online. If she had willingly come to visit, it was more than to just blow off some steam.
“Batcave?” He asked, earning a relieved look from Adrien and a moody silence from Marinette.
“Please,” Adrien agreed. “You can probably help us, actually.”
—*—*—*—*—*
Marinette leaned back in the metal debriefing chair, legs up on the table and looking for all the world as the picture of pure teenage rebellion and angst. Coincidentally, Red Hood was in the exact same position in the chair next to her.
Batman and all of his other bats and birds were in the cave with the two off-duty Parisian heroes. Everyone except Adrien and Marinette still had their masks on, since the two Parisians were still not privy to their identities. Yet.
To be fair, the bats hadn’t known the identities of the two miraculous users either before today.
“Cha Noir,” Batman started, only to get a head shake from the blond boy.
“Just call me Adrien. Chat’s out of the bag—“ he ignored the groans at the pun and soldiered on, “—so might as well use my real name.”
Batman nodded. “Adrien, then,” he amended. “Why are you and Ladybug really in Gotham?”
Adrien sighed. “I wasn’t lying, before. Marinette,” he gestured to his hero partner. “Just found out some distressing family news. Since HawkMoth is gone, she doesn’t need to repress her negative emotions anymore. But she also didn’t want to be around her parents while she processed everything. I told her to choose any other city— really, I begged— but she insisted on coming to Gotham.”
“The never ending cloud cover and constant rain seem thematic,” she finally spoke up, reaching into her big over-the-shoulder bag and pulling out a large envelope. She threw it to Batman, making the thin package slice through the air like a knife. To nobody’s surprise the seasoned hero easily caught the projectile between two fingers. He looked at the envelope and back to Marinette, silent questions floating in the air between them. Marinette decided to answer at her own pace.
“That’s what we found out. You see, one of my friends is a huge science nerd. A genius. And he wanted to compare DNA samples between us to see if there were any genetic components that determined a person’s suitability towards certain Miraculous or other magical artifacts over others. It was supposed to just be a fun side project that he didn’t expect any breakthroughs on. He mostly just wanted to satisfy his own curiosity. But instead of finding out if our DNA was linked to the miraculous, he found out that my parents are not biologically my parents.”
“Hence the whole just finding out that you’re a meta thing, right?” Nightwing spoke up, fully invested in the story. “Did they never say you were adopted before?”
“It’s not in the system,” she replied easily. “My parents have all the documentation to prove that I’m their biological child, except I’m not. When I confronted them about it, they caved and admitted that they had adopted me in secret and covered it up. Apparently a friend of theirs was involved in something illegal, and,” she waved at the envelope that Batman was now opening. “The details of what we were able to dig up are in there. The summary is this; their friend was part of a secret, illegal experimentation to create clones that could defeat the Justice League—“ the air seemed to get sucked out of the room as soon as those words left Marinette’s mouth. Everyone seemed to know exactly what she was talking about. “—a group called CADMUS. They made me, as apparently one of their early attempts. But I didn’t exhibit any of the powers they were looking for, or any meta traits at all, and my body refused to mature at the rate they wanted. They had no use for a seemingly normal human baby that they managed to clone, so they were preparing to kill me and start over. That’s when my parent’s friend stole me, not wanting to kill an infant, and begged my parents to take me in and pretend I was theirs. Low and behold, it turns out that my DNA just needed a very specific series of emotions to unlock it’s latent abilities.”
“Those emotions being..?” Red hood trailed off, earning a wolfish smile from Marinette.
“Intense anger, betrayal, and confused frustration closely followed by the desire to punch other people’s faces in.”
“That last one is just an assumption,” Adrien chimed in. “And maybe not accurate. But the first three, our scientist friend was able to confirm. The rapid experience of a lot of negative but action-oriented emotions released whatever had been holding back the powers in her DNA from expressing themselves,” he had switched to French so that he could explain everything exactly as Max had told it to them, but he knew all of them were fluent anyway so it was fine. They nodded along, processing the information.
The crinkling of paper drew everyone’s attention back to Batman, who had been flipping through the detailed break down of everything they had found about Marinette’s situation and how she was made by CADMUS.
“Uh,” Red Robin nervously spoke up. “What’s up, Batman?”
“Your genetic donors...” Batman breathed, getting a wink and finger guns from Marinette.
“Yup. Isn’t that just the most fucked up thing you’ve ever seen? They were clearly trying to make someone who could destroy the world.”
“That makes me nervous,” Nightwing admitted, getting up and going to get a look at the papers himself. “It can’t be that ba—“
When even Nightwing was left agape, everyone else who wasn’t in on it found themselves squirming.
“Just tell the rest of us, already!” Robin demanded after the silence stretched just a bit too long.
“The unknowing genetic donors that CADMUS used to make me,” Marinette spoke up, still with her legs up on the table. “Are a very mad-scientist’s-wet-dream combination of Lex Luthor, Bruce Wayne, and Wonder Woman.”
“We don’t even know why they added Bruce Wayne’s DNA,” Adrien admitted. “Although our scientist friend thinks it’s because of physique. His hypothesis is that, in order to support the genes of Wonder Woman, they had to add male genetics that could support the production of a very high muscle mass and would lean towards easy development of a very athletic body. Lex might be evil-scientist smart, but he’s a string bean. But if he added the DNA of another multi millionaire who just so happens to maintain a ridiculously fit body without putting any obvious work into it,” Adrien shrugged. “Then maybe the clone would be able to support Wonder Woman’s genetics and that of two human donors without falling apart.”
“So I’m ‘the clone’ now, huh?” Marinette snarked, earning an exasperated eye roll from her friend.
Batman just stared at the both of them for a moment. He walked away without a word, and came back with a fresh needle and a box. He placed it on the debriefing table.
“Can I do a paternity test myself?” He asked, his voice suspiciously less gruff than normal. “I trust the both of you, but I rather be safe than sorry with something like this.”
The both of them just stared at him in confusion. They traded a glance, and finally Marinette shrugged and moved to sit in her chair properly. Her shirt was already short sleeved, so she just held her arm out so Batman could easily get a blood sample.
“Sure, why not. But do you just have Lex Luthor or Bruce Wayne’s DNA sitting around to compare, or—“ she shut up when she watched Batman take off his glove and roll his own sleeve up. Realization slowly sunk in as he asked Nightwing to take a blood sample from him.
“Holy shit,” she breathed, eyes wide. “You’re— and Luthor doesn’t know— holy shit this is even worse than I thought,” Marinette rambled, not even noticing as Red Hood moved forward and took a small blood sample from her.
Adrien put a hand over his face and just laughed for a moment hysterically. “Oh my god,” he looked over at Marinette. “You could take over the world.”
“I have the blood of Batman AND Wonder Woman on MY side,” Marinette joked back, also hysterical.
When the bat’s high tech equipment was able to come back with a positive result only a few minutes later, Marinette and Adrien had to sit on the floor and just let it all sink in. Which Batman did not at all help by immediately unmasking himself and trying to make a proper introduction.
“I wanna go beat up random thugs again,” Marinette whined, pulling at her hair. “I’ll put on a mask, whatever, but just please let me punch people. I need to punch people right now.”
#maribat#ml x dc#mlb x dc#soulmate-game#dc x miraculous#dc x mlb#bio!mom Wonder Woman#Bio!mom Diana prince#bio!dad Bruce Wayne#Bio!dad Batman#idk what this is#but it happened#and it’s something
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