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Chapter 3: Mutual Desperation (PART 1)
An unexpected illness divides the group.
TW! Blood/Gore.
Chapter 2
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(6 months earlier...)
Exhaling shakily, Addie finally bit; selecting Matt's contact icon and pressing 'Call', removing her facemask as she lifted the screen to her ear.
She was a ring away from being sent to voicemail, when he picked up. "Yeah?"
The blonde pushed her tongue to the wall of her mouth, stifling a scoff. You don't speak to me all day, and the first thing you say is 'yeah?'. Whatever...
"Hey. I'm, uh..." She shifted awkwardly against the break room counter; voice low, in consideration for the few co-workers attempting to eat their reheats in peace. "...I'm gonna need you to pick Luc up again tonight. Please."
"...Why?"
What the hell's with these one-worded responses?
Addie couldn't help herself, this time. She scoffed. "Matt, I've been under the pump all week, with this virus going around. You know that if I could leave, I would."
"Can't you get an exception?" He sighed in exasperation. No, I can't. You know I can't. "I have stuff on tonight, Ad-"
"What, got a date with your side-piece?" Addie caught one of the women staring, and not with concern. She hurled the nosy bitch an admonitory look, before swiftly turning her back; stepping to the furthest wall.
"...Ad, we've had this talk, many times: nothing physical ever happened-"
"Yeah, and I still don't believe it. But you keep telling yourself-"
"Want me to pick Luc up, or not?"
"...What happened to your oh so important 'stuff'-"
"Like you give a shit about what goes on in my life."
Tears seared the blonde's eyes, as she shot back: "That's not true, and you know it!"
"Uh-huh, sure. We'll see you tonight, whenever that is. Bye."
"Matt-"
Click.
Addie cursed as she tore the device from her ear; clenching it tightly, imagining her husband's throat.
You're such a... fucking... NO!!!
Not here! Dear God, please, not here!
Sucking in a trembling breath, Addie proceeded swiping the tears from her cheeks with her undershirt sleeves; sniffling, as she pocketed the phone.
Shake it off. Just a few more hours...
Tentatively, she turned; the woman was still staring.
"Eyes down, Sandra! Krijg de kolere..."
~
Chaos.
That was the best way Addie could describe the atmosphere, the moment she stepped back onto the floor - utter chaos.
The blonde kept her gaze low as she strode down the crowded hall to her station; narrowly avoiding careening hospital beds, frantic physicians, and zombified nurses.
The amalgamation of sounds (alarms, chatter, crying, coughing, groaning...) assaulted her senses, skyrocketing her already intense anxiety.
Typically, it wouldn't bother her; she'd lived in this environment long enough, it'd devolved into semi mollifying white noise - not this. This was like standing under an idling plane.
Addie's heart sank when she spotted one of her fellow nurses, Ben, slumped awkwardly against a trolley - unconscious. Poor guy had been here long before she clocked on, thirteen hours ago.
I can't possibly leave you like that...
Snatching a thermal blanket from said trolley, she quickly tucked a it around his shoulders, then proceeded pushing his legs further toward the wall. They were out so far into the walkway, it was a miracle he hadn't been run over-
"On your left!"
As the startled Addie pivoted inward, then upward, she was abruptly yanked, by the collar of her scrubs, toward the hospital bed whizzing past; staring down the swollen, pus-filled throat of a screeching patient-
~
Addie yelped when a sharpened pole suddenly pierced the walker's temple - inches from her face.
She yelped again as she was then wrenched backward; reflexively tightening her grip round Lucas' trembling body.
Whipping her head around, she found Leo tearing the gore-riddled smock from her torso; surrendering it to the undead already gripping it. She felt a giant, calloused palm press between her shoulders, and panicked breath against her neck, as he resumed hurrying her forward; toward the truck slowly circling the parking lot.
The music still boomed, evenly dividing the ravenous crowd.
"Distraction, Donnie-"
"Yep!" The tallest, purple-masked one shouted in response; jerking the tip of his bloodied staff from another walker (simultaneously impaling another with the other end), before plucking what appeared to be an unlit Molotov cocktail from the largest pouch on his well-equipped utility belt.
"I've gotchu, bro!" The shortest, orange-masked one covered his comrade, beating walkers over the head with his steel nunchaku, as the latter ignited the wick; tossing it through the smashed window of the Toyota Yaris beside him.
The resulting blaze drew in a sizeable portion of their assailants, like moths to a flame; widening the laneway to their destination.
The truck was already roaring round the corner, when Leo lifted his fingers to whistle it over; brutally dispatching all walkers in its path. The cabin door was shoved open, as it jerked to a roll; revealing a fourth green being, frantically beckoning them inside.
He - the brawniest, red-masked one - hollered in a thick, Brooklyn accent: "MOVE YA FUCKIN' ASSES!!!"
The group readily obliged, practically throwing themselves inside.
"GO, APRIL-"
The vehicle immediately lurched forward, hurling those not quick enough to grab hold of something, to the floor.
Snatching one of the handgrips dangling from the ceiling, Leo caught Addie's waist, right before she and Lucas made impact; pinning her back against him as they finally sped away.
The last thing the blonde saw was a snarling, stumbling crowd, backed by a fiery inferno...
Then Red slammed the door closed, plunging them into darkness.
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"No, take the left," Leo enjoined, gaze fixed on the approaching intersection as he guided a shell-shocked Adrie to an empty seat.
Even under multiple layers of clothing, he could feel just about every rib, every vertebrae... Her son, dressed in only a long-sleeved 'Finding Nemo' pyjama top and bottoms (no socks, nor shoes, nor jacket) looked like a living skeleton.
It broke his heart.
"We're steering clear of all freeways, from now on - it's too risky. We don't have the gas to double back, if there's another pile-up."
"We don't have the gas, period..." Donnie mumbled dejectedly; shifting in his seat, opposite the newcomers.
April nodded stiffly. "Got it."
Leo gripped the back of Adrie's seat as the truck swerved onto the adjacent road, toward Rothrock State Forest; passing several walkers beelining for the KinderCare bonfire, and clipping two.
"We'll swap, once we hit the treeline," Raph 'offered', earning a piqued look from the dark-haired woman.
"I'm quite capable of navigating the road, thank you, Raphie-"
"Please, don't call me that-"
"Well, then, quit patronising me," she bit out, as the red-masked terrapin thrust open the front passenger door on an incoming walker. "I'll decide when I need a break."
"Alright, alright - fine! ... S'cuse me for tryna look out for-"
"Raph," Leo snapped, glare piercing his brother's rancorous side-eye. "For once in your goddamn life - listen."
Those words carried more vitriol than he'd anticipated...
A tense silence fell over the cabin as the two dragged out their staring match, daring the other to break first.
April, watching through the rear-view mirror, scoffed softly; shaking her head. The youngest brothers shared her sentiment.
"Hey, what about the husband...?" Mikey - seated alongside Donnie - enquired carefully, attempting to shift the subject.
Leo promptly folded; anxious gaze falling on the blonde (limply cradling her whimpering child) before him, still seemingly staring into space.
"Are we just gonna leave him there-"
"We had to." The leader sent his youngest brother a doleful look.
Understanding immediately, Mikey and Donnie both lowered their gazes; April and Raph shared a look, before returning their attention to the vehicle-scattered road ahead.
Silence befell the group once more, as a cautious Leo finally lowered himself onto the edge of the last seat, beside Adrie.
Cocking his neck slightly, he watched, with increasing self-reproach, as the woman's steel blues welled with tears, and a despaired whimper forced its way past her trembling, chapped lips.
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Minutes, hours... Addie wasn't sure how long they'd been driving, but eventually the truck choked then shuddered to a halt; in the middle of an open road.
The blonde's tentative gaze followed Leo, as he stood, glimpsing her bloodied machete, dangling from his belt; and the other woman's (April, was it?) striking grey orbs, once again.
She'd been stealing glances after every turn.
"There it goes, again..." Donnie - the other voice Addie recognised - muttered wryly; heaving a sigh as he, too, hauled himself to his large, combat boot-clad feet
He joined Leo, Raph(?), and April, in the cockpit; the orange-masked one remained in his seat, 'sneaking' concerned glances her way.
"We can't trust the gauge, anymore..." April sighed.
"Like I said: this stuff's over six months old," Donnie explained, shaking his head to an equally crestfallen Leo. "It's practically water, at this point."
"I don't think we'll be travellin' on wheels much longer... Hey," Raph abruptly reached over the centre console; resting a giant, three-fingered hand atop April's tiny shoulder. "Ape, you okay?"
"Yeah- yeah..." She murmured, nodding stiffly. "I'm okay..."
"We'll find somewhere," Leo reassured; sharing a curt nod with Raph, as he comfortingly petted the woman's seat. His contradicting stance (power pose, accompanied by a lowered gaze) betrayed his insecurity.
"I know-"
Addie's focus was disrupted when a sudden coldness struck her chest. A gasp escaped her as she snapped her head downward, finding Lucas clutching her now bare breast.
"Nee!"
The four whipped around, right as Addie, beet red from embarrassment, tugged her soiled tank top back up. The worse they may have seen was some cleavage...
The orange-masked one however had, apparently, seen everything.
"Everything alright?" Through matted hair, the blonde found Leo carefully approaching.
She maintained a vice-like grip on the fabric, as her grizzling son continued grabbing at it.
Leo watched her struggle a moment; metaphorical cogs in his brain turning, as the scaly ridges where his brows would've been steadily furrowed.
Without another word, he swivelled on his sandaled heel; beelining for the rear of the truck, outside her periphery.
She listened to the rustling and clanking of items that followed (avoiding the others' prying gazes, shifting between herself and him), till the sounds eventually ceased.
Leo crossed in front of her, re-settling into the seat alongside. "Here."
Addie's eyes damn near sparkled at the clear zip-lock baggies of dried meat and fruit now before her.
Chef Boyardee was nowhere near enough...
"Don't worry about us," Leo reassured, catching the blonde's gaze flickering outward. Tilting his head to redirect it, he levelled her a severe look. She could drown in those cerulean orbs, of his.
"There's more than enough to go around..." His expression softened considerably as he nodded to the baggies, holding them out further. "Please. You both look like you need it."
Relief enveloped Leo as Addie finally, tentatively obliged. But, curiously, she made no move to open them; not even when her son feebly whined and tugged at them.
Hugging the baggies firmly against her chest, the woman continued staring; eyes brimming with apprehension as she silently studied the... man, and his comrades, before her.
Leo abruptly realised:
"Forgive me," he maintained the gentle tone and lowered his gaze slightly; an effort to further encourage trust. "We've not officially met – my name’s Leo. That, there, is my brother Mikey-"
At the gesture in his direction, the orange-masked one - flushing a deep shamrock, still unable to look Addie in the eyes - smiled sheepishly.
"Donnie-"
The purple-masked one gave a polite nod, pushing his tape-riddled glasses to the bridge of his snout.
"I probably don't need to tell you we're also related, heh... uhh, so, our friend April-"
The dark-haired woman smiled warmly, giving a short wave.
"...and Raph-"
"Were ya bit?"
Leo sighed inwardly at that as Addie followed his brother's narrowed gaze, downward. Looking at her, bedaubed with dried blood and gore, like she'd bathed in it, the leader would be lying if he said he wasn't suspecting the same.
He wouldn't have been nearly as terse with his questioning, though.
"Just give her a minute," he held up a placating hand, glimpsing panic in the woman's eyes. Could they be correct in their suspicion, or was she simply afraid of being left behind? "Let her gain her bearings-"
"Why? It ain't like it's gonna change anythin', if she were. Might as well get it outta the road now, so we can..." Raph faltered a moment, as he warily glanced an incredulous-looking April's way; clearly debating whether to finish his sentence.
"...figure- behind-!"
The woman barely had a chance to register the warning, when a deafening THUMP behind her, jolted her out of her seat.
"SHIT-"
As she flew into the red-masked one's arms, a full, rounded belly suddenly entered into Addie's field of vision, ripping a startled gasp from her.
She's-!
"Dead fucker-!"
Practically dropping April into his seat, Raph proceeded snatching the pair of pronged weapons from his belt; thrusting open the cabin door with one swift, facile movement.
"Careful-!" Leo exclaimed over Lucas' strangled shriek, as a second surprise walker - EMS uniform dangling in bloodied tatters from its waifish body - lunged itself at his comrade, followed closely by another.
Raph wasted nary a moment kicking the nearest one to the gravel with his giant, two-toed foot, then impaling the second's skull through the chin. The furthest had already met the lethal end of Donnie's bō, by the time Raph's slumped to the ground.
The catalyst walker, allured by the commotion, came staggering round the truck. The two men (Reptiles? Turtles? Turtle-men? Turtle men) dispatched it together, dashing its now shattered body against the grille.
Inside, the women finally released their breaths, sharing a knowing glance as Addie proceeded consoling her child. She relented with the jerky.
"We can't stay here," Raph remarked; glowering at the blonde's very brief, hushed monologue to her son - clearly not in English (German?). He knew she spoke their language; she did so over the radio. So, why the hell wasn't she using it now? "We're sittin' ducks without a set'a walls 'round us."
"Agreed," Leo nodded, mentally noting his brother's veiled hostility.
"That building over there looks good," Donnie offered; pointing to the tall, cream-coloured double garage several hundred feet down the road. At least a dozen vehicles, engulfed by overgrown greenery, surrounded it. "Should fit the truck, with some change."
"Wait, wait-" Mikey's baby blues and gesture grew wide. "You wanna push this?? Wha... all the way over there??"
"What's the matter, baby bro?" Stepping a foot inside the cabin, Raph proceeded thumping the orange-masked brother's shoulder, knocking the wind out of him. "'Fraid ya weak ass is gonna embarrass yaself in front'a the ladies?"
"Unless you'd rather risk our necks hauling everything we need back and forth-" Donnie countered distractedly, elbowing Raph's bicep. Another walker, stumbling out the side gate of a nearby house, had snatched his attention.
Raph promptly called dibs.
~
Pushing the 20-odd ton vehicle to safety was a three-man job which Leo, Raph, and Donnie grudgingly endeavoured, while Mikey brought up the rear to protect the women and child. Thankfully (or concerningly), no additional walkers presented themselves.
Their new sanctuary: a double-storey automobile workshop – Glenny’s Garage. After a brief once-over of the outmoded but seemingly undamaged and secured exterior, Donnie and a reluctant Leo split off to sweep the interior; leaving the others waiting by the truck, for several agonising minutes.
Raph’s chartreuse peepers scrutinised Addie’s every move, attempting to will all her ‘secrets’ out into the open. Yes, he’d advocated hard for her rescue, very nearly exchanged fists with Leo over it, but that had shit all to do with trust or sympathy (save for the kid; he wasn’t that far gone, yet…) – only what she could do for April.
Anything for April…
“Hey, Raph?”
The turtle-man in question shifted his gaze, finally granting a visibly tense Addie respite. April – who’d been standing alongside, looking like something crawled up her ass and died – had summoned him.
“What’s up-”
"Could you be a dear and go fetch us some waters, please?" The brunette's tongue dripped with honey, but her eyes hissed, 'don't you dare argue'.
"Two, thanks- no, I asked you. I'm sure Mikey's more than capable of watching over us for the two seconds it'll take for you to go inside and come back..."
After a brief staring match, Raph finally relented, shooting the object of his ire one last pointed look before disappearing inside the cabin.
“Sorry about him… he can be a real di-” April’s abruptly anxious gaze landed on the boy in Addie’s arms, chowing down on what she presumed was his seventh piece of dried venison. The baggy was nearing empty and she’d yet to see his mother take a single one for herself. “Jerk, sometimes… Are you having any of that? … Adrie-?”
“Hm?” Addie finally looked up, cursing herself for losing track of the seconds Leo had been missing from her side. It was a strange feeling: attributing safety to who’s essentially a complete stranger. She wasn’t sure she liked it, but one thing was certain: his presence was a miles better feeling right now than his absence.
“I’ve eaten already. It’s okay.” April politely declined the offer of the last jerky piece, giving the blonde a knowing smile. “Leo’s right, y’know – you should eat something-”
Addie’s gaze abruptly darted beyond her. The behemoth had thudded back into view with, to the women’s surprise, two plastic bottles in hand.
April smiled mawkishly as she plucked both from him, pushing one toward Addie before hand-waving him away with a, “We’re talking – go hang out with your brother”. He harrumphed but eventually obliged.
Addie needn't voice anything; the frown she levelled at April as Raph stalked away was question enough.
"He's a friend," the brunette chuckled, unscrewing the bottle lid to take a sip. Addie followed suit with hers, allowing a moment to relish the clean, fresh taste - a rarity these past few months - before eventually handing it over to her eager son.
"A very protective friend..."
The words had already cycled through her ear canal by the time she realised: that was the first time she'd spoken more than one word to them in person.
Judging by the mild surprise on April's face, she'd realised that also.
"So-" Addie promptly turned her head to cough. Her throat itched and voice rasped. She was no longer accustomed to using the top of her lungs, so she presumed it'd done a number on her vocal cords... "Pardon... So, y-you're safe?"
April didn't appear distressed, but the fact that she was the only female surrounded by males compelled Addie to speculate...
"I've known these guys a long time," the brunette emphasized, unwittingly stroking the top of her swollen abdomen as she smiled down at Lucas.
Though she tried, Addie couldn't help staring; a myriad of questions inundating her already overwhelmed mind.
"Trust me, there's no safer place for you and your little one to be."
Addie's lips tightened as she nodded, stealing a glance toward the problem turtle-man already side-eyeing her; blatantly ignoring Mikey's attempts at engaging him in conversation.
The jury's still out on that one...
"I'm sorry about your husband, by the way..."
The image of a reanimated Matthew dangling from that door, clawing at their terrified son, flashed through her mind; then the sickening thwacks of her machete as she mercilessly cut him down...
They discussed what they'd do should one of them become infected, early on; an effort to desensitise themselves, perhaps?
Given she had no clue whose face she was mutilating at the time, it saved her the heartbreak... then their son uttered those fateful words...
"I lost my own husband in this, also - t-three, four... months ago...?" April's smile faltered slightly as she lowered her gaze, seemingly joining Addie in remembering something - something equally painful. "It never really leaves you, but it does get easier to live with; if that's any consolation, heh..."
"How far along are you...?"
Returning her gaze to Addie's, April gave a tremulous breath; staring silently for several moments, before finally answering, "T-thirty eight weeks, two days..."
Addie's stomach dropped. Schijt...
So, any day now, this child could decide they're tired of sloshing around in their private primordial pool, and attempt to join them in this hellish world.
Addie only hoped, for April's sake, their impending exit will be quick...
The abrupt rattling of a door handle drew the group's attention toward the garage. They watched the office exit door creak open as the purple-masked turtle-man stepped through it, followed almost immediately by the metallic sliding of the nearest roller door.
Addie's gaze then fell upon Leo's face, and her heart unexpectedly lifted.
"Ladies... c-child," Donnie nodded awkwardly toward the women as he gestured inside, prompting them forward.
"Turtles-" Leo shared a fleeting look with Addie as he sheathed his unsullied blade, before turning to address his brothers. "Limber up. We've a slight incline on the way inside."
"No pussyin' out this time, Mikey."
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Gladiators 2024: The Review
Gladiators 2024 is in the books, and we have our first champions in 15 years! The new series started with high ratings and has continued to deliver throughout its 11 episode run, capturing the imagination of the general public so strongly that a second series has already been commissioned by the BBC.
Now that it's all over, I think it's fair to say that the show has been a creative triumph as well as a ratings hit, running much closer to the glory days of the 1990s ITV run than the disappointing 2008-09 Sky One revival. While it's fresh in the mind, it's a good time to take a look at what the show did right, as well as identifying any weaknesses that can be improved next time around.
The Good
First off, I think the overall look of the show is fantastic. One of the biggest weaknesses of the Sky show was the small studio setting, and thankfully Sheffield Arena gives the feeling of a big time event that Birmingham's National Indoor Arena did back in the day. The set retains plenty of elements of the 90s presentation, like the padded silver platform edges and the big imposing backdrop of The Wall, but with great modern touches like additional projection. I never hated the water element of the Sky show but I don't miss it, and the added pyrotechnics are a nice touch. I can't think of anything I'd change, except for maybe a move to a bigger arena – more on why later.
The presenter duo of Bradley and Barney Walsh have been somewhat divisive among fans, and there are definitely criticisms to be made. Having said that, it's clear that they're excited to be involved and I think that they're both totally fine on interviews, with Bradley's natural charisma and rapport coming through well. Guy Mowbray has been good value on commentary too.
The on-screen graphics all look very nice, and the introductory video packages and recaps of previous shows are a nice way to get to know the contenders. Likewise, the Gladiator intros are useful in familiarising the audience with the new cast, although it's very clear that they've been reused from episode to episode. I also really liked the touch of having all of the Gladiators welcoming the contenders into the final.
The selection of events was pretty much dead on – all of the returning games were top tier choices from the classic series, though they weren't all handled correctly. I think all three new events are worthwhile additions to the roster, with The Edge being the highlight and really the signature game for the modern show. I wasn't sure about it at first because the initial contenders were quite tentative, but once they started to sprint across, I was hooked. The scoring was initially too generous, but the revision to the rules in the semi-finals was perfect.
The Ring is very simple, but I can understand the need for that from a TV production perspective – you do need some low-setup, low-tech events to balance out the more elaborate events. Thankfully it is also very hard-hitting, so it's quite entertaining to watch. As for Collision, some people prefer Hit & Run but I actually prefer the new event, thanks to the greater visual involvement of the Gladiators. The need to carry the ball to score also adds an extra wrinkle to the whole thing.
I think the Gladiators this year mostly did a fantastic job in terms of both gameplay and establishing themselves as personalities. For me, there are a few standouts. Nitro is an absolute all-star – he's very charismatic and he seems to be an incredible all-rounder on the events. Legend's heel schtick is highly entertaining, with “There's no I in team, but there are five I's in individual brilliance” being my favourite line of the entire series. I've become a big fan of Fury – she's relentless whether she's on The Ring, The Edge or Powerball, and has a strong sense of fair play. Dynamite's performances stand out as being particularly impressive given that she's not the biggest of the group.
The standard of the contenders was also very high this year. I couldn't pick between Marie-Louise and Bronte for the women's final, and while I did predict the winner of the men's final, it was closer than I was expecting. There were some absolutely cracking close Eliminators along the way, and very few major mismatches. In most cases, even the lowest-scoring contenders managed to pick up points in the majority of their events.
The Bad
I really hate to say this as I'm a huge fan of Bradley Walsh's work on The Chase, but as good as he and Barney are on interviews, their scripted links have been arguably the weakest aspect of the show. Event introductions have frequently made me cringe, with some lame jokes and banter that comes off as forced. They're so much better when they're just allowed to operate naturally, and I hope that if they return, they'll be given room to play things a bit more off-the-cuff.
One aspect of the presentation that winds me up is an occasional lack of information. The clock is displayed on screen for the full duration of every event except The Ring, during which the timer is only shown for the final ten seconds of the game. Why? That's admittedly a small peeve, but I have a far bigger one – the Eliminator times of runners-up determine progression to the quarter-final and semi-final rounds, but we're never shown them. Since this information is so important, it's really frustrating that we never get to see those times, either via a clock running during the event or a leaderboard at the end of the show.
Of course, that only matters because the structure of the competition was a bit unusual – a factor of the 11-week format. I've got to be honest, as good as the action was, I'm not entirely sold on a tournament format that lets you theoretically lose two episodes in a row and still end up in the semi-finals. Also, the criteria for choosing replacement contenders in the case of injury was not especially transparent – lots of people were confused by the addition of Wesley as a brand new contender in the Quarter-Finals, and it's not entirely clear why Matt was brought back from the heats to replace Chung. Hopefully, next time will have more episodes and a simpler single-elimination tournament structure.
Before the series, I never thought that my criticisms of the events would be about the classics. However, Hang Tough was only featured on three episodes – a crazy low number for one of the most iconic events from the original show. I understand it's because The Edge and Hang Tough can't be set up during the same taping, and I get the need to establish the new event, but let's have a better balance the next time. As for Gauntlet, every single woman scored maximum points and most of the men did too – it's just too easy in its current form. I feel like there's no good reason no to revert to the 1994 rules, with five Gladiators, a 30-second time limit and time-based scoring.
I don't think any of the Gladiators were bad value, and I actually believe that people have been rather unfair to Viper in particular – he's been widely criticised for his performance in events, but in reality his performance has been similar to Wolf's contributions in the original run. The problem is that his villain character isn't quite connecting, and I hope he's allowed to show more personality than “silent and grumpy” if he returns. It's also sad to see that Athena has been given very few one-on-one events and very little interview time, so I hope she gets more focus if she comes back.
Further thoughts
Ulrika Jonsson has complained about the loss of the cheerleaders from the ITV show. I don't particularly miss them, but I suppose it wouldn't hurt to have them? Also, I'm a huge fan of the event music from the ITV version of the show, and not having such prominent tunes did bug me at first. However, over the course of the series I did become used to it and it's not something I'd look to change now.
Jet has mentioned that she and other past Gladiators would have liked to have been involved in the show, providing colour commentary or some sort of insight. This may be controversial, but I actually think that not including them was the right choice for the first series. The problem with bringing the old favourites back from the start is that you immediately run the risk of overshadowing the new cast, as well as pigeonholing the show as nothing more than a nostalgic product – something I think the show has very successfully avoided, as it's hugely popular with both kids and adults.
Having said that, I do think that bringing them in for a second series would be a good move now that the new cast is established. If the production team can bring back additional classic events, the veterans can speak with authority about what it's like to play them, and young fans can get a glimpse of the people their parents keep mentioning. What's more, if someone like Jet were to come back, it would be nice to have a woman as part of the presenting team, as was the case in the ITV and Sky versions of the show.
I have no doubts over the professionalism of everybody involved in the health and safety aspects of the show, and it was good to see stoppages and such when needed. However, I was quite surprised by the number of equipment malfunctions – lost shoes on The Wall, helmets coming off, all that stuff. There were also plenty of injuries – Comet, Sabre, Finley, Dev, Chung, even Finlay forfeited an event due to being banged up. It's obviously a high-impact show, but hopefully the next series won't be quite like this.
Although the arena used was good for the show, I feel like it may benefit from a move to a bigger venue for the next series. Public interest is sufficiently high I don't think you'd have trouble filling out the seats, and it would give the benefit of increasing the space available for the events - especially if a third event requiring ceiling space is added, since The Edge and Hang Tough should both be prominent.
Wishlist for next series
Three new events, two returning/revised and one new (return preferences: Skytrak, Atlaspheres and Danger Zone)
Gauntlet rules revised
Two to four additional Gladiators
Better utilisation of Viper and Athena
More episodes with a simplified tournament format
More transparency about the competitive aspects of the show
Presenters given either less scripting or better scripting
Fewer injuries!
Final thoughts
As a huge fan of Gladiators since the very first series, I was really apprehensive about the show returning. Would it live up to my expectations? The Sky show never managed to match the ITV run for me, even though I had the good fortune to attend a taping for the second series. Would it hit with the public? I've watched enough worthwhile retro revivals fall flat to know that it was by no means guaranteed.
The new series has exceeded my expectations - I genuinely didn't think it'd be pulled off this well, and I'm so happy the show has been given the revival it deserves. Overall I think the entire team has done a fantastic job, and hopefully it's clear that the criticisms that I've made come don't come from a desire to knock their hard work, but are provided with the most constructive intent. The show was great this year, and I'm confident that a few tweaks will make it even better next time around.
Hope you enjoyed this review - let me know your thoughts, and I'll be back soon with some statistical analysis for the series.
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Disabled WangXian
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no new age Series by everythingispoetry (M/T, 145k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Permanent Injury, Recovery, Disability, Parenthood, Character Study, Thirteen Years of WWX's Death, Families of Choice)
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Gentians of Yesterday by KobaltBlu (G, 11k, WangXian, Canon Divergence, Paralyzed WWX, Lan WWX)
Work in Tandem by MimiSpearmint (E, 23k, WangXian, Modern with Magic, Single Parent LWJ, when you just want disability-led sword lessons for your child, swordflight instructor!wwx, swordflight instructor!lwj, Fluff, give lwj friends agenda, Protective LWJ, Getting Together, Intercrural Sex, Choking, Oral Sex, Rough Sex, Implied off-screen D/s negotiations)
The Darkness Before Dawn by PsycheStellata707 (M, 113k, WIP, WangXian, Angst with a Happy Ending, Time Travel Fix-It, Canon Divergence, BAMF WWX, Time Travel, Attempt at Humor, PTSD, Oblivious WWX, WWX-centric, Blind WWX, Sentient Burial Mounds, Self-Indulgent, Everyone Lives/Nobody Dies, Oblivious Pining, Not Canon Compliant)
The Untamed Retelling by DCandMARVELnerd (T, 68K, WIP, WangXian, Chronic Pain, Chronic Illness, Hurt/Comfort, Major Character Injury, Injury Recovery, Family Feels, Family Fluff, Dysfunctional Family, Abuse, Retelling, Canon Rewrite, Friends to Lovers, Romantic Friendship, Developing Friendships, Love, Fluff, Angst and Feels, Selectively Mute WWX)
🧡close your eyes, feel my heartbeat by ThatDesiGirl (T, 11k, WangXian, blind!WWX, Angst with a Happy Ending, Rewriting Canon, not a fix-it but a what-if, Golden Core Transfer, Romance, Pining)
whipstitch by curiositykilled (M, 131k, WangXian, MIND THE TAGS, Canon Divergence, Dysfunctional Family, Torture, WWX Lives, Case Fic, Past Abuse, WWX Whump, YL WWX, Yunmeng Shuangjie, Yunmeng Bro Reconciliation, Past Character Death, Body Horror, Non-Consensual Body Modification, POV Alternating, Flashbacks, Eventual Happy Ending, Heavy Angst, Suicide Attempt, PTSD, Depression, Not A Fix-It, Mouth Sewn Shut)
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You're My Muse AU Series by SolarisWrites (23k, XiCheng, WangXian, LingYi, Modern AU, LXC is a art director former artist, JC is a cover singer on youtube, WWX is a professional flautist, LWJ is a professional guqin player, Mute! LWJ, gaming YouTuber! JL, Personal Assistant! LJY)
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Songs Unheard by mondengel (Not Rated, 3k, WangXian, Deaf LWJ)
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Puppy Love by wayward_wing (T, 3k, WangXian, Modern AU, Fluff, First Meetings, Falling In Love, Getting Together, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Blind LWJ, Coffee Shop Owner WWX, WWX overcomes cynophobia, LWJ has a guide dog, Dorky Men Being Cute and Flirting)
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talk to me like lovers do (disabled grief, disabled joy) Series by Anonymous (G, 11k, WangXianNing, Modern AU, Reunions, Pre-Relationship, Disability, Disabled WWX, Disabled LWJ, Disabled WN, College/University, Slice of Life, Caretaking, Nonverbal Communication, Chronic Pain, Internal Ableism, Hurt/Comfort, Past Brain Injury)
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is it not enough to expose all my soft parts by eightroses (M, 6k, WangXian, WWX & YZY, Canon Divergence, Munchausen Syndrome by Proxy, Poisoning, questionable medical practice, Illnesses, Disability, Ableism, Child Abuse, Threats of Rape/Non-Con, PTSD, Self-Harm, Mental Health Issues, Eating Disorders, Vomiting, Fainting, Withdrawal, Recovery, Sick WWX, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Getting Together, Eventual Happy Ending, Sexual Content)
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Called Home to the Depths of the Forest Ch 3
• summary – Simon goes grocery shopping and proceeds to have lots of feelings
• rating – M
• wordcount – 4.3k
• warnings – references to Ghost's backstory, mentions of previous character deaths, mention of previous suicidal thoughts
• This is my first fanfic, so please let me know if there's anything I forgot to tag. Feedback is welcome and encouraged
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Chapter 1 , Chapter 2, Chapter 4
Leaving that morning had not been hard per se, but he hadn’t really known what to say. To Johnny, sure, he just gave him his usual nod and a bit of a grunt and that was that, but how do you say farewell to a child? To one you had only known for a day or two, but had unexpectedly come under your guardianship, and formed a hard and fast bond with? How about two?
Simon was still thinking about it as he stood in front of the village’s meagre offering of parenting books in their local bookshop. Alice, the older woman who owned the shop, was already familiar with him as he would semi-regularly stop in to pick up a new book whenever he got bored of the ones he had in his cabin (many of which he had already reread half a dozen times). He could feel her eyes boring into him, and it didn’t take a rocket scientist to deduce why.
“Simon, love, why on God’s green earth are you looking at parenting books?”
She wasn’t known for being subtle.
“Needed something to read,” he rumbled back at her, a little more gruffly than he had intended. He liked Alice.
“Aye, I ken that, but why parenting?”
Simon shrugged. Liking someone only got them so far. He knew that this would send the village gossip mill into a frenzy, but his life wasn’t their business. His reputation as “brooding and mysterious” hadn’t been earned by answering questions.
“Have you gotten someone pregnant, Simon?”
That was laughable, for more than one reason. Instead of actually laughing, however, he just made his selection and moved onto the children’s book section (this did not help assuage Alice’s curiosity).
He grabbed books for children ranging from the board books for babies all the way up through chapter books with no pictures. Simon still had no idea how old they were after all.
Alice was still muttering to herself about him, but he tuned her out, instead directing his attention elsewhere.
When he saw a book about famous artists, he added it to the pile with Johnny in mind. There was something in him that ached at the thought of the little ones curled up with Johnny on the couch as he read to them about something he loved. He could picture the feral smile that would stretch across his face as he added his own commentary to the short descriptions about Van Gogh and Frida Kahlo. Would Ailsa be interested in art? Would Duncan?
Simon found himself thinking of all the different possibilities that stretched before them. They could be anything, like anything, love anything. And he would be there to witness it all. Like a gentle beast in his throat, he could feel Hope stretch her wings in welcome for the future.
But like all good things in his life, this tentative joy could not last.
His heart gave a stutter when he came across “Where the Wild Things Are” by Maurice Sendak. He paused, hand hovering over it. Setting down the books he had already chosen, his hands, only barely shaking, opened to the first page. There was a burning sensation behind his eyes, but he ignored it, mouthing along to the words as he slowly read through the book.
Simon remembered doing the voices of the Wild Things. He could practically taste the sounds in his mouth. His feet would not be the only ones stomping on the floor, and a tiny growl would join him in the rumpus.
This had been Joseph’s favorite to read with Uncle Simon. He had liked to read “Goodnight Moon” with his mom, and Dr. Seuss with his dad, but when it was Uncle Simon putting him down to sleep, he would always request “Where the Wild Things Are.” Sometimes, Simon would substitute his nephew’s name for that of the main character, and he could remember the little giggles that always resulted when he did that.
Shaking himself from his stupor, he closed the book and shoved it to the middle of his pile. He threw a few more on top, just for good measure (one of which was a cook book as he only knew how to cook like two things).
Luckily, he had driven into town today instead of hiking, so he had plenty of room.
Alice looked like she had wanted to say something as she rang him up, but his continued silence seemed to be enough to dissuade her. At almost the last minute, a bookmark displayed on one of the end caps caught his eye. Noting the ladybird pattern, he added it to his purchases. He watched Alice’s eyebrows creep higher on her face, but she refrained from commenting.
Simon knew that the book club she hosted would be rife with gossip and theories. Janet at the hardware store always caught him up on everything they said about him whenever he was in there. Whether he liked it or not.
Speaking of Janet, that was his next stop.
He dropped off his haul at the car, and only spent thirty minutes sitting in the driver’s seat in silence. His shoulder where he got stabbed was also bothering him, but he resolutely ignored it. Simon had changed out the dressing this morning, and Johnny’s sharp glare at the wound told him that there would be a conversation about it when they put the little ones down tonight.
His cabin was quickly becoming too cramped, and he needed to start making plans to expand it. From his experience building the rest of it, Simon already had a pretty solid idea of what he would need.
In those early days, he had fallen into woodworking. He couldn’t be around other people for very long, but he had needed something to do with himself. Woodworking, he found, was physical enough to engage him to the point where he could shut off his mind. There was no thought beyond the next phase of construction, or later, the next piece of furniture he needed. He could escape his own ghosts.
If he had seen that book when he had first retired, it would have broken him. Even still, Simon knew what the muzzle of his handgun tasted like. And the echoes of the past that he was getting now were reminding him of those tortured days. At least when he had actually been tortured, he had a goal in mind.
Oh how fervently he had worked to stay silent, to avoid giving into the conditioning that his comrades had fallen prey to.
But when he got out of the military, when he had retired the Ghost, there was nothing left for him. It took all he had to get through each day. Having a project had helped.
And now, he was thankful for those skills. Because of them, he would be able to help Ailsa and Duncan.
For that, he would need lumber.
“There’s a man I like to see!” Janet’s voice crowed out to him.
As he turned to where her voice had come from, he saw her standing sentinel at her till (only she was allowed to use that one).
Janet was a hag of a woman, with wrinkled, gnarled hands, and age spots dotting along her skin. Her white hair was wild in the bun she always had it tied in, but strands of it escaped and hung, wisp-like around her face. Around her wrists and neck were always rows upon rows of beads and baubles, which was an odd choice for someone who worked in a hardware store, Simon thought.
She had been his first friend.
They had bonded over their shared disdain for most other people. Her son, a middle-aged man named Donald who also worked there always gawped at them when he saw them speaking with each other. Most people, he had gleaned, found her to be rather unpleasant.
What had solidified Simon in Janet’s esteem had been when he had thrown a drunk man bodily out of the store when he had started threatening her for refusing to sell him anything. He had scared the piss out of the bastard, but Janet took one look at him, and a rather frightening smile had creeped across her face. From then on, whenever he came in, she would be the one to help him, answering his questions when he couldn’t figure out a particular problem he was having in his cabin construction. Once she tried to give him a discount, but he had refused.
“Janet,” he greeted. On his way from the bookshop, he had stopped at the bakery in town and gotten her a pastry.
“I knew I liked you for a reason, laddie,” she cooed, more at the pastry than at him, but Simon didn’t mind.
When someone tried to approach her register, her narrowed gaze shot up. A finger that looked like it could belong to a witch from one of those old fairytales stabbed in the direction of the other (empty) lane.
“Can’t ye see I’m helpin’ someone else?” she barked. Taking an eager bite of her pastry, red jam spilling onto her chin, Janet clicked on the walkie-talkie on her apron. “Donald get yer scrawny ass up here and help a customer.”
After knowing her for years, Simon knew how to handle interactions with Janet. It was at this moment that he would wait, let her finish her snack, then tell her what he needed.
Taking the last few bites, she spoke again. “Heard you were in town the other day. What are you doing back so soon?”
“I’m expanding the cabin. Need to order some things.” She knew him well enough to know he wouldn’t elaborate.
“Think we can handle that for you.” Licking the last of the jam off her fingers, she got out a pad of paper and a half-chewed pen she kept tucked behind her ear. “Alright, tell ol’ Janet what you need, and we’ll go ahead and get that ordered for you.”
After detailing an extensive list of supplies to her, he added. “And put a rush on it.”
“Aye.” Tucking the pen behind her ear again, she narrowed her eyes at him, studying him far closer than he was comfortable with, but he had long ago learned that this was something he would have to put up with from her. She was one of those rare people who was more stubborn than him. “You look too skinny. You need to eat more.”
He didn’t but she always said that.
“I’ll take it under advisement, thanks.”
Janet just glared at him. “Oh sod off, ye big British cunt.”
He smiled at that. “Just give me a call when it comes in.” She was one of a handful of people with the number for the landline at his cabin.
That done, he quickly made his way through the next few errands. His car, an old Land Rover that looked like it had been through both World Wars, began to fill with toys (both for human children and dogs— he had no idea which the pups would prefer), more dishes, more towels (they were messy), and anything else he could think of. There was even one of those backpack (front-pack?) things you could strap babies to your chest with. He was covering as many bases as he could.
Deciding against getting clothes was a difficult call, but there were just too many factors at play. The biggest factor was the question of what size to get, but he was also worried about whether or not they struggled with certain textures like him.
Now, he was back in the grocery store, loading up now that he had three more mouths to feed (but from what he had seen Johnny could eat for three more people all by himself) Simon was overwhelmed as he stood in the cereal aisle of the grocery store. There were so many options. What did kids eat? The sugary ones were out of the question, but he couldn’t tell which ones would taste good. He usually just had tea for breakfast.
Simon knew that this much thought was likely unnecessary when it came to a decision like this, but he felt like he was on a dangerous precipice any time he had to make a choice when it came to Ailsa and Duncan. He really didn’t want to fuck them up.
“Can I help you, sir?” an employee asked as they approached him. He didn’t recognize her, luckily.
“Which of these is your favorite?” he asked.
She shot him an incredulous look. “Ehm, this one I guess,” she said, pointing to something with freeze-dried strawberries in it.
He put four boxes in his cart, nodding his thanks to her as he turned and left.
She looked even more confused now when she caught sight of his cart. And maybe to an outside perspective, the contents might be a little odd.
He had about a dozen different meat products (for breakfast and supper purposes—maybe the pups liked sausage with their eggs), a bag of bones that he had to make a special request at the butcher counter for (would they teethe? if not, he could use it for stock), three gallons of milk (one 1%, one 2%, and one whole), practically all of their stock of orange juice concentrate (he knew they liked it, and it froze well), six loaves of bread, and what could only be described as close to a metric ton of produce (mostly potatoes—they stored well in his cellar). There were also three bags of the sour candies that he knew Johnny liked.
Simon also had so many things that he could only guess what they were, but the cook book he picked up had called for them in some of the recipes he flipped through, so he added them to the cart. He was satisfied if he ate the same things every day, but he wanted to be able to feed the pups properly. There was also an element of not wanting to disappoint Johnny, but that was less relevant… mostly…
After much deliberation and more bewildered looks from staff, he checked out and loaded the groceries into his car.
A rather brisk gust of wind blew with it the scent of rain on the way. A look up at the horizon showed storm clouds on their way in. Usually his joints would alert him to inclement storms, but he attributed the pain he felt to all of the stress he’d been under. It was also harder to pick out those usual aches when he had a stab wound in his shoulder.
Simon sighed, daydreaming about the hot shower waiting for him when he got home as he slid behind the wheel. It was a two-hour hike from the village to his cabin, but it was an hour drive back. The winding roads added more time than he thought necessary, but he also wasn’t going to advocate to the local council for a more direct route. Less traffic meant less people out in the woods.
Thinking back to the other night, it usually meant less people out in the woods.
At least the coming storm would wash away the blood in the clearing. He and Johnny probably needed to have a conversation about what he had done with the bodies, but if Simon was being realistic with himself, he probably wouldn’t bring it up. Better to let it rest, he thought. They were deep enough in the forest that it was unlikely anyone would find any evidence left behind.
Simon allowed himself a small smile as he slowed along the gravel drive leading to his cabin. For once, he was glad to be home for more than the freedom from the attention he always got in town.
The sound of the car door thudding shut echoed through the front yard. Ghost’s senses were immediately on high alert.
It was far too quiet, not even the warble of a bird.
His sidearm was still shut away in his bedroom, but he never went anywhere unarmed. Sliding his hunting knife from his belt, Ghost approached the cabin door on silent feet.
Adrenaline racing through his body, he pressed his ear to the door. Nothing. No sign of any movement that he could hear, not even Johnny’s rumbling snore if they were asleep.
With his back to the cabin wall, Ghost crept along the perimeter of the building. A glance through every window he passed revealed empty room after empty room. Luckily there was no blood that he could see so far, but it did nothing to assuage the pounding of his heart in his chest.
He approached the front door again, having finished a complete walk-around of the cabin. Ghost was about ease the door open, one hand on the knob one hand with the knife at the ready, before he heard a voice behind him.
“Si!”
Whipping around, he only managed to stop the knife throw that was his automatic reaction, registering a friendly face before he was taken to the ground.
Two wiggling, yipping young wolves covered his face in a thick layer of saliva as they licked anywhere that they could get to. It took him a moment to fully comprehend the situation, and an even longer moment to process the very naked man standing over him, laughing his ass off.
Johnny was wheezing, he was laughing so hard. He had apparently just shifted back into his human shape.
Simon could taste his pulse, the faint flavor of vermilion lingering in his mouth. Ailsa and Duncan had slowed, but not stopped their excited greeting, and he couldn’t bring himself to yell around them in that moment. This was the happiest he had seen them so far.
“They missed you,” Johnny was saying. “We were practicing our stalking, and you presented the perfect opportunity.”
“Don’t ever do that again,” he seethed as calmly as he could, his racing heart pushing him to pursue rage over fear.
The other man’s face fell.
“I could have hurt you,” he tried explaining, sheathing his knife once again.
“Even if you got me, I could heal most wounds, Si,” Johnny argued, brow furrowing.
“I don’t care,” he snapped, stroking his hands over the pups when they startled. Trying again, he took a deep breath, gentling his voice. “I thought something happened, that someone had come to hurt you, or take them or— I don’t know.”
Duncan whined, pushing into Simon’s lap.
“Oh, I’m sorry, dove, I didn’t mean to frighten you,” he murmured into the baby-soft fur on his head.
Johnny let out a long breath. “I’m sorry too, I should have thought that through better. Just wanted to have a bit of fun.”
“I know, just… just don’t do that again.”
They were quiet for a few moments, Simon sitting and stroking Duncan with one hand and Ailsa with the other.
“Did you have fun with Johnny while I was out?” he asked them, trying to lighten the mood again.
Ailsa perked up a bit, and nodded enthusiastically, stepping up with her front paws on his leg. She let out a couple excited yips, forgetting that she was still in her wolf-shape and Simon couldn’t understand her.
He humored her anyway.
“It sounds like you had a good time. And Duncan, did you have fun today?”
The darker pup in his lap shifted, looking up at him and giving him a smaller, but no less definitive nod.
“Ailsa here is going to be an ace hunter soon, but I have a feeling Duncan would enjoy another activity instead,” Johnny added, still sounding chastised.
“Well I might have some options for him here in the car.”
That perked up both of the children who scrambled off of Simon and eagerly followed him to the aforementioned car. He wordlessly started handing Johnny the groceries before digging around in the bags to find the ones he was looking for.
“I wasn’t sure what kind of toys you’d like, so I just got a bunch,” he told them, feeling a little ridiculous as he handed Ailsa the bag of dog toys and Duncan the bag of toys for human children.
“Why don’t you two bring those inside?” Johnny called from the doorway where he had propped it open.
While the pups dug into their toys (some quite literally— there was cardboard and plastic shredded everywhere from all the packaging), the two adults set about unloading the rest of the car. Moving around each other, working as a team, falling into a rhythm was something Simon hadn’t experienced in years. It was strangely comforting, to have someone else there with him.
When he realized on their next trip what exactly was in the bags Simon had given Ailsa, Johnny snorted. “You do know that they’re not dogs, right?”
He shot him a look. “Yeah, but I wasn’t sure what they’d like to play with. Wanted to make sure they had something no matter what shape they’re in.”
“Oh that’s actually sweet,” Johnny cooed at him. “Aren’t you just a big softie.”
“Oi, shut it.” He pushed at his shoulder, soft enough to make sure the other man knew he was teasing, but still plenty rough.
And he did shut up, at least for as long as it took him to find the baby backpack.
“What exactly were you gonna do with this?” he practically squealed, or as much as a grown man is capable of squealing.
“Well, do you know how old they are?” Simon shot back.
“Older than this, that’s for sure,” he laughed.
Johnny paused for a moment, and he could practically see the wheels turning in his head. A sinking feeling settled into his stomach when a feral grin lit his face, teeth a little too sharp to be human. The Scot slid the backpack on and took off for the cabin.
“Ailsa, love, come be a dear!”
“Well shit,” Simon sighed.
He gathered more bags to take inside, walking in to see Johnny tucking Ailsa, still in her wolf shape, into the backpack.
“Didn’t you just say they were too big for that?”
He was struggling, as Ailsa had started wiggling, bored of this activity already.
“Yeah, but I think I can still get her in it.”
She let out a couple barks, wiggling even harder, tail wagging.
“I don’t think she’s going to let you,” Simon chuckled, moving to take her from Johnny.
As he gathered her up in his arms, she gave him a couple quick licks on his chin before wiggling enough for him to understand that she wanted to be put down again.
The rest of the unloading was uneventful, but hauling all of the supplies had aggravated his shoulder. Simon thought he had been discrete enough about his pain, but as soon as the door shut on his bedroom, the pups tucked in for the night after another chapter or two, Johnny was there.
By that point in the evening, the storm had begun in earnest outside.
“Let’s get you looked at, big guy.”
Johnny directed him to sit on a stool in the bathroom where he had already pulled out a first aid kit.
“I’m fine,” he tried to argue.
“Oh none of that. Off with the shirt before I rip it off you.”
Simon felt his ears burn and the telltale rush of blood rushing to his cheeks. More to avoid any observations about his reaction to Johnny’s words than anything else, he pulled his shirt off and sat, facing away from his friend.
His friend. They were friends, he supposed.
Rough, calloused, warm hands settled on his bare skin, and he flinched.
“S’just me, Si,” Johnny murmured in his rumbling Scottish brogue. He rubbed at the tension in his neck for a moment before he began peeling back the bandages Simon had haphazardly applied.
“Oh that must’ve been a bitch,” he hissed as he caught sight of the wound for the first time.
“Should’ve seen the other guy,” Simon tried joking before remembering that Johnny had indeed already seen the man who had stabbed him.
Silence fell in the fluorescent light of the bathroom.
Wordlessly, Johnny cleaned out the wound again before he reached back into the first aid kit to grab the needle and thread. He didn’t question why Simon had included it in the kit, he never questioned anything. When he touched him again, pressing the sides of the wound together so he could begin the sutures, Simon flinched again. Johnny just rested his hands against his back, letting him get used to the touch again, only moving when he relaxed marginally.
“I ripped them to pieces.”
“What?”
Johnny spoke again, his tone grave, but his voice soft. “I tore them apart. When I saw what they had done, I lost it. Seeing the wee ones already sent me into a bit of a frenzy. But those hunters, I— it sent me over the edge.”
He didn’t say anything, just let Johnny speak, listened to the creep of rage slinking its way into his voice.
“We’re hunted by a handful of idiots who know what is out there, but that don’t believe that we have any humanity.” Johnny let out a sarcastic huff. “Ironic. The monsters being more human than the actual humans.”
They sat in silence for another moment as Johnny finished the last stitch on Simon’s shoulder.
"I'm sorry again about this afternoon."
"I know."
Silence again before—
“I wish I had done worse,” he confessed. “I know you killed them already for what they did, but I want to kill them all over again for hurting you too.”
Frozen, Simon just gaped like a fish out of water as Johnny applied another bandage. He couldn’t even gather his thoughts enough to speak by the time he was done cleaning up the mess they had made on the counter.
“Goodnight, Simon,” he murmured on his way out of the room, giving him one last squeeze to his good shoulder.
#soapghost#fic#my fic#fanfiction#werewolf soap#john soap mactavish#ghost#simon ghost riley#soft simon#eventually we'll get a chapter where simon doesn't have to relive his trauma
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# slvttyspider : an independent angel dust from the (rushed) series hazbin hotel! semi-selective, oc-friendly, multi's are cool! [ this blog is for grown ups ]
— art credit and avatar credit
blogs contents: nsfw/18+, gore, dr*g use, ab*se, adultery, s*x, homosexuals, s*x work, ka-booms, the violence, bloodshed, yada yada etc whatever. i don't like kids following this blog either, so please —
thanks for reading, babe.
performed by ... moni / call me anythin' you want - 25 - pt
notice: I lead a busy life with work etc and tend to vanish for a few days because of it. please be patient with my timing or lack thereof, I promise you it has nothing to do with me not being interested in you. please remember, this is a hobby. have fun. :’)
basics
☆ independent and selective
☆ multi-verse, maybe even a little canon divergent. don't mind dabbling in headcanons
☆ i love OC's. i'll ship with them, i'll love them as if they're my own, i'll write with them, hand 'em over.
☆ multi-muses are cool! i'm sorry if i gravitate to the muses angel's already familiar with, it sounds silly but i don't wanna neglect other muses yk?
☆ practice common rp etiquette. as in respect rules, please don't reblog an ask to continue a thread. you don't need to ask to reblog regular posts from me, that's bananas. just go for it.
☆ 18+ nsfw nsfw nsfw 18+
☆ do not steal anything
interactions
☆ I am not fast.☆ i do not ship val & angel. thought it'd be obvious but i'll make it so i'm Crystal. i'll write with valentino's but it's not a ship at all imo. there's history there, yeah. but angel doesn't like him. i don't like him :knife: (the val writers are aight lmao).
☆ do not assume my speed or lack thereof means I am not interested.
☆ some threads may be dropped quietly, apologies in advance
☆ plotting is welcome. although, I enjoy pre-established relationships.
☆ random starters are acceptable, this includes asks.
☆ former rule goes in hand with: do not roleplay via my inbox. start a new post!
☆ I do not practice reblog karma but I will respect your practice. don't feel like you need to ask. i appreciate the respect but it's totally okay, promise.
☆ DMs are always open especially for shouting purposes. if you just wanna jump in and talk to Angel, I suggest complimenting his looks. it earns some good points.
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i *tentatively* returned to rping angel (and kind of in general). so. no disrespect. behave yourself. tag things accordingly. don’t be ugly. i deal with enough at work lol. uhh i think that’s it for now. just be nice. i know drama is a hot topic in some places, i don't really care. curate your spaces respectfully. please just be cool! thank you x
#fuckin filthy sinner. / ooc.#ill change the songs sometimes. this song is v good tho#its been a really long time since i did this so bear with me again lol.#ill be retouching graphics here and there when i can
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ABOUT THE MUN
please repost, do not reblog !! feel free to add to any of your answers! yhe purpose is to tell your partners about the way you write! for the multiple choice ones, BOLD all that apply and, if you want, italicize if it’s a conditional answer!
– 𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒 –
NAME : Lexi
ARE YOU OVER 18? : yes / no
IS YOUR MUSE? : yes / no
ARE YOU SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU WRITE WITH ON THIS BLOG? : no ( anyone ) / semi ( most people ) / yes / highly / private ( mutuals only )
ARE YOU SELECTIVE ABOUT WHO YOU FOLLOW ON THIS BLOG? : no ( anyone ) / semi / yes / highly
IF YOUR MUSE IS CANON, HOW MUCH DO YOU ADHERE TO CANON? : not at all / a little / some / mostly / strictly / original character (Overwatch barely has a canon bro)
WHAT POST LENGTHS DO YOU WRITE? : one-liners / single - para / multi - para / novella
DO YOU USE ICONS AND / OR GIFS? : no / gifs / icons / gif icons
DO YOU WRITE ON OTHER PLATFORMS? : no / yes (not yet!)
WHAT LEVEL OF PLOTS DO YOU WRITE? : unplotted / open-ended plots / semi - plotted / fully plotted epics
HOW QUICKLY DO YOU USUALLY RESPOND TO THREADS? : very slow ( more than a month ) / slow ( 3 - 4 weeks ) / average ( 1 - 2 weeks ) / fast ( less than one week ) / very fast ( less than three days ) (unless im depressed and then good luck idk what to tell u)
WHAT TYPES OF THEMES DO YOU LIKE? : fluff / angst / smut / action / tragedy / domestic / family / conversational / hurt - comfort + more! (eh theyre all fine)
WHAT GENRES DO YOU LIKE? : high fantasy / supernatural / science fiction / historical / horror / comedy / romantic / drama / action / adventure / espionage / everything (i'm least comfortable with romance. yes i'm aware of my my most recent activity)
ARE THERE ANY THEMES YOU’RE UNCOMFORTABLE WRITING ON YOUR BLOG? : no / yes
DO YOU HAVE ANY TRIGGERS? : no / yes
HOW DO YOU REQUEST IT BE TAGGED? : i dont remember but i'll search for a suicide tag, i do bad w that
– 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 –
WHAT TYPES OF RELATIONSHIPS ARE YOU OPEN TO? : romantic / platonic / familial / physical / sexual / queerplatonic
WHAT TYPES OF PRE - ESTABLISHED RELATIONSHIPS ARE YOU OPEN TO? : romantic / platonic / familial / physical / sexual (idk lol)
DO YOU HAVE OTPS? : no / chemistry / yes ↠ i ship with chemistry + have a preference for my mains/exclusives
DO YOU HAVE NOTPS? : no / yes / i don’t know (ever since i saw a racist fanfic yes lol)
ARE YOU COMFORTABLE WRITING SMUT? : no / selectively / yes
HOW EARLY IN A RELATIONSHIP DO YOU SHIP ROMANTICALLY? : autoship / during plotting / after a couple IC interactions / several IC interactions / slow burn / depends on partner & muse
ARE YOU OPEN TO TOXIC SHIPS? : no / selectively / yes / never tried it
ARE YOU OPEN TO PROBLEMATIC SHIPS? : no / selectively / yes / i don't know
ARE YOU OPEN TO POLYSHIPPING? : no / selectively / yes (tentatively, someone explain to my old ass what the fuck this is)
ARE YOU AN EXCLUSIVE SHIPPER? : no / sometimes / yes
DOES CRACK SHIPPING EVER HAPPEN? : no / sometimes / yes
DOES CROSSOVER SHIPPING EVER HAPPEN? : no / yes / depends
tagged by : @batinstincts ( tysm this was fun :3c )
tagging : @godblooded @austerulous @deathsighs @cartaxus @spec08 (actually either of ur blogs lol) @poeticphoenix @lylavanek @jurati @dontstepinmypuddle @xrevolucionario (also for either!) @healingbrews steal it follow ur dreams
#tagged in#mun#this quiz didnt tell me to tell yall im old but#let me take this time to do so in the tags#mun is aging at a rapid pace
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@knightfeared | Dante Sparda sent;;
He says nothing, just grins and nudges a can of monster and an open bag of hot cheetos over the desks surface. For good measure, to offer variety the way any good host would, he adds in a bag of sour candy to the selection. Waving a hand over the food he leans against the desk with a cheek squished against the bend of his knuckles. “Humour me. Try one, Roses.”
Cerulean eyes stare at the odd mixture of substances passed before her, dark eyebrows pinching tightly together before she looks at Dante almost incredulously. She can smell whatever was in the brightly colored bag, ( Cheetos..? ) and they didn't smell all too appealing, though the smile sat atop her friend's features were enough to make Miriam fall victim to peer pressure and really that was her biggest mistake as pallid fingers hesitantly reach into the damn sack and pull a bright red thing out of it, lips curl upwards in distress as she looks up at Dante again almost pleadingly before nervously popping the odd treat into her mouth. It's crunchy and offers a pleasant bite for a moment and she's almost about to thank the silver haired man up until the dust from the so called Cheeto gets caught in her throat and she finds herself quickly choking.
Panic flashes within her features as she takes hold of the light pink can, swiftly cracks the damned thing open and practically chugs the oddly flavored concoction to wash out the powder, and, were it not for the terrible mixture of flavors, Miriam thinks that perhaps she'd have enjoyed it a bit more were her pallet cleansed. Taking a deep breath and clearing her throat, she offers a weak glare towards Dante, “ Given you had that bag already opened, I wouldn't imagine that you bought those just to prank me with an attempt on my life; How can you stand to eat those? Tasty as they are, suffocation isn't worth the flavor. ” She complains, tentatively reaching for the bag ever so adequately named ‘ sour gummy worms ’, Miriam wasn't so old and out of touch to be lost on what gummy worms were but to make candy sour? That simply made no sense.
With another deep breath, she opens the bag carefully and tugs an odd little treat out, notes the powder coating the blue candy and nervously places it in her mouth. That's her first mistake, almost immediately her senses are assaulted by a stinging that makes her nose crinkle in distress, lips curling into a sneer as the huntress forces herself to finish chewing and inevitably ends up rewarded with a semi sweet taste just before she swallows, then it's followed up by another swig of whatever an ‘ ultra peachy keen Monster ’ was, which was a flavor she appreciated far more now that her mouth was devoid of the flavor of whatever a Cheeto was.
Mere moments later she's clutching her chest while pressing two fingers against the pulse point in her neck, panic very evident within her features as Miriam feels her heart rapidly thumping against her ribs, her pulse far faster and stronger than it should be. “ Dante I think something's wrong with me? Was there something bad in that drink? What's going on? ” The brunette manages, leg twitching against her seat while her small body begins to rapidly tremble much the same as a Chihuahua.
#muse;; miriam#knightfeared | dante sparda#• answered ic!#shattered shards;; crack#interaction continued?#//she's so scared she's gonna die LMAO#//dante living his dream of feeding a victorian modern treats
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A STUDY OF: wildfire in human skin; seeking peace after trauma; knowing that even the lion fears the hounds and that even the most placid viper bites. a blog for a witch hailing from roman times, iovita salvienus, loved by adair (they/them, 25). highly selective. n.sfw is present and tagged. minors & non-rp blogs dni.
est. 2017. semi-hiatus until may.
→ if you don’t follow me and have no intention of following me, please do not reblog / like my posts. click on the source if applicable. if it’s a personal post, move on.
→ this is an 18+ blog due to content.
→ iovita uses they/them pronouns, please respect this.
→ carrd (wip !). | opens. | memes. | hc tag. | glossary (npcs, world lore, etc). | verses. | all hail the shipping info packet.
rules under cut.
I am mutuals only and highly selective.
I always softblock if I unfollow someone. if I unfollow you and it's NOT a softblock please let me know so I can fix whatever error tumblr cooked up.
under no circumstances do I tolerate vague-posting and untagged drama. if it happens 2+ times, I will softblock.
basic rp etiquette applies. don't godmod, don't assume, etc. etc.
I have a huge oc bias. I'm really, really not well-versed on a lot of popular fandoms/characters. I'm happy to treat them like just another oc, but please be aware that I most likely have zero idea of their lore/world.
I extremely tentatively ship romantically. and there must be ic interaction before I consider it. io is incredibly hard to ship with, not only because of their personality, but because they simply do not fall in love easily. long-term writing partners are the exception to this.
n.sfw content is present and tagged as n.sfw /
I periodically go through my blog and clean out posts, just to keep everything neat. if I tag something with tbd it will get deleted in the future. if you commented on it/liked it, then I think you're super neat but I also love keeping the blog clean.
my icons are 80x60 and I use small text when writing. if you need me to change this up for you in order to see better, please let me know and I'll be glad to do so.
and finally, this blog is basically permanent low-activity. I'm double majored right now and try my damnedest to work in the summer. I also have a lot of animals at home and they get the first claim on my free time.
I'm not interested in interacting with any muse/character from h.azbin h.otel, thank you.
my discord is available for mutuals, just ask! :)
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#𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐧 / selective , low activity multimuse featuring a mix of canon + original characters. muses are always changing so , tentative list can be found under the cut. 𝐝𝐫𝐚𝐟𝐭𝐬: 015. 𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐮𝐞𝐝: 01.
BLAKELY GILMORE resembles JESSICA ALEXANDER. loud , obnoxious model who thinks the world is her oyster. pansexual. mid twenties.
WYATT KOEHLER resembles TOM HOLLAND. quiet observer who’s way into gaming and coding online. pansexual. mid twenties.
LUCIE ADLER resembles ELLA PURNELL. shitty , clumsy waitress living off of daddy’s money. pansexual. mid twenties.
CALEB HARTLEY resembles LEO WOODALL. toxic, intern at an electronic start-up company. pansexual. late twenties.
JULES LOUDEN resembles RENEE RAPP. messy party girl turned into a semi-chaotic fashion assistant. pansexual. mid twenties.
MCKENNA CAMERON resembles CAILEE SPAENY. sweet angel who wears rose-colored glasses. does the odd jobs. pansexual. early twenties.
ERIN WATKINS resembles ASHTON WOOD. instagram influencer , surviving off of her rich parents. pansexual. early twenties.
CURTIS BROOKS resembles DREW STARKEY. biggest ego around yet , even bigger of a people pleaser. pansexual. mid twenties.
BEVERLY MARSH resembles ABIGAIL COWEN. traumatized girl trying her best. 1/5 of the losers club. pansexual. mid twenties.
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Starter call for Bruce’s Cetus / sea monster verse!
#tentatively semi selective#indie roleplay#indie rp#tumblr rp#tumblr roleplay#starter call#verse: cetus
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Public Knowledge ( information everyone can know )
• Caben has all eight Paldean Badges, he's waiting for another member of the elite 4 before trying to take on the champion
• He's generally a very nervous kid around people he doesn't know well
• Adopted younger brother of Subway Bosses Ingo and Emmet (emmetrain)
• Grass is typically his favorite type with Tropius being his favorite Pokémon
• Spends a good deal of time in forests, this is presumably why he's always seen with leaves in his hair
• Caben is originally from Kalos which is known thanks to his Kalosian accent
• Surprisingly good luck at finding shiny Pokémon without a shiny charm or shiny sandwiches
• His Manectric Spark participated in a dog race and came in third, last place
• Insistant on wearing gloves and long sleeved shirts even during the warm summer months
• Bit scared of Ghost types. Fine around specific Pokémon like Yamask, Phantump, and Ingo's Chandelure though
Semi-Private Knowledge ( information that only a few people/select groups know )
• Caben has chronic fatigue and can get tired easily so he does his best to conserve his energy to the best of his ability, sometimes it seems that he has more energy than he really should though
• His parents appear to be perfectly fine with him living in another region and being taken care of by someone else, they're parenting style is the Uninvolved Style though Caben doesn't veiw them as bad parents
• Caben grew up in a sort of forest town known as Stantlow
Private Knowledge ( information that very few knows )
• The two Rockets that stole his Pokémon and threatened him were a woman with blonde hair that fades to a blue and a man with brown hair that had purple streaks throughout it
• Caben died in a forest with very few identifying features, he knows exactly where it is though
• He's technically a missing person in Kalos but was declared dead a year after since his tent and belongings were found but no one could find him, Caben doesn't want to go back to Kalos to avoid any questions arising
• Xerneas granted Caben with Immortality and the ability to heal others. He was informed to help where he can with these abilities, only reason these were granted was because Caben's whole deal was very out of the ordinary
• Caben doesn't really remember what him and Emmet did to bring him back
• He died in November of 2019 and spent a few years as a shiny Phantump before being resurrected on September 6th 2022
• He has wooden horns that have grown a bit along with parts of his body being made of wood, keeps all of his body covered and uses his ghostly power of invisibility to keep his horns hidden
• The leaves on his head and horns have the same healing properties as a Phantumps leaves, the blessing from Xerneas has enhanced the properties of his leaves
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[nineliabilityrisk] :// medium activity , on hiatus [ tentatively back as of dec. 9 but still semi-inactive ] / selective , multi-muse rp blog featuring mainly FNaF muses, but willing to expand [ testing / considering muses from both star wars and marvel ! ] / heavily headcanon-based / messages open for plotting + disc user available to mutuals upon request .
i write primarily on mobile, so i usually only have access to the mobile editor and the information on this blog's desktop site is more often than not outdated! i don't often have access to a computer when i need it so i do ask for your patience in that aspect.
[ managed by nines . 18 . he / it . eastern time ( gmt - 5 ) ]
[[ CARRD // PROMPTS TAG // INTEREST TRACKER ]]
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NEW OC BIO (2)
GENERAL INFORMATION
NAME: Charlotte Anne Brewster
NICKNAMES/TITLES: Charlie, Lottie ( VERY select people; namely the Washingtons ), Annie (by her papa, sometimes), Mascot of the Continental Army (by everyone in camp), Brat (by Bradford, Arnold, a few others in camp)
SPECIES: Human
AGE: 15, (mainly playing younger)
GENDER: Cis Female
DATE OF BIRTH: 8 July, 1778
NOTE-WORTHY ABILITIES: hatchet throwing, musket firing, embroidery, cooking, horseback riding
CURRENT RESIDENCE: The Continental Army camp, Setauket (Post War, briefly), Connecticut (Post War), Mt. Vernon, Virginia (during winter months)
OCCUPATION: Does being the middle child count? (Thinks shes the oldest, for a while)
AFFILIATIONS: The Continental Army, 2nd Continental Light Dragoons, the Patriots
SPOKEN LANGUAGES: English, French, Latin, a few words in Iroquoian
PERSONALITY
ALIGNMENT: Chaotic good
ASSETS: switchblade, tin whistle
FLAWS: Naiveté, quick temper
LIKES: going barefoot, the wind in her hair, playing in the woods around camp, spending time in sackett's tent/shop, time on the water with her papa, her younger sister georgie, older sister kaia (eventually), playing hide & seek with uncle robert, playing soldiers with uncle nate, the smell of the salty sea air, campfires, worn leather
DISLIKES: the british, simcoe, arnold, sitting still in one spot for a long period of time, washing laundry, cleaning things, homophobia, transphobia
FEARS/PHOBIAS: fear of abandonment, letting her family down, getting kidnapped, getting hanged
CONNECTIONS
FAMILY: Caleb Brewster (Papa), Benjamin Tallmadge (Dad/Dada), Georgia "Georgie" Lynn (younger sister), Kaia Elizabeth (Older sister), Nate (uncle), Anna Strong (Aunt), Abraham Woodhull (Uncle), Mary Woodhull (Aunt), Thomas Woodhull, Jr, "Sprout" (calls him a cousin), General Washington (surrogate Grandfather, calls him Gampa ), Martha Washington (surrogate Grandmother, calls her Gamma ), Nathaniel Tallmadge ( biological Grandfather, calls him Grandfather), Nathaniel Sackett ( surrogate Grandfather, calls him Pops (learned it from Caleb, he hates it but he can't tell her no), Robert Rogers (Uncle), Robert Townsend (Uncle), Edmund Hewlett (Uncle), Akinbode (Uncle), Abigail (Auntie), Cicero ( sort-of cousin)
FRIENDS: Georgia, Kaia, Nate, Sprout, a few other children in Setauket, New York & Connecticut; her stuffed bear, Bubba
ROMANTIC INTEREST: none, yet, but she grows up to be bisexual, so she has a lot of options, and what with being a Congressman's daughter & the Presidents (sort-of) granddaughter, she has a lot of opportunities for suitors--male, female & non-binary alike.
ENEMIES: simcoe, the british navy, other queens rangers, traitors to the cause, richard woodhull
OTHERS: none atm
FACTS AND TRIVIA:
she says she was born in setauket, if anyone asks, but she was actually born in a small barn on the outskirts of the continental army camp.
she loves wearing hats, especially her papa's. usually has her hair in two braids or loose, trailing down her back. the only time she has her hair up and (semi) neat is if she's at an event with her grandfather(s), church, or at whitehall. (richard wouldn't allow her in otherwise)
#* about / charlie.#* bio / charlotte anne.#[ my fiesty girl ]#[ she is Truly both of her fathers' daughter tbh ]
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once more with the oc asks, this time for min-ji: 4, 10, 11, 14, 39, and 60
and another! i miss being able to answer these things! 🎹🪴🐰
04. where do they see themselves in five years? ten?
after her accident and a few other select life events, min-ji has developed a complicated relationship with thinking about the future. however, her tentative plans remain more or less the same: she wants to be able to go to school for music (crosses fingers for julliard). she would also like to be a professional, or at least freelance musician, who not only releases her own albums but perhaps makes soundtracks for all sorts of media, such as video games, cartoons, and movies, preferably for indie creators and studios. she’s very into the idea of collaborating with other artists, musical or otherwise. she wants an enriching, passionate life with other creatives, where she’s built up and where she can build up others.
10. what do they fantasize about?
i’ve already semi-answered this question in a way, but to add on to it: she wants to be able to live comfortably and have her own space. she has a very close knit, and at times borderline overbearing family, and it would be nice for her to get her own apartment, or maybe even just a studio she can escape to every once in a while. min-ji would love to have a space where she can establish her own rules and boundaries that are not dictated by others or her living situation. she also wonders about being able to help support her family financially someday, especially her parents and grandmother; she wants to be able to take care of them when they’re older and not have them worry about it.
11. who’s the most important person in their life?
there are many important people in min-ji’s life, but the one with the deepest and most long lasting impression would definitely be her grandmother, soon-hee. she began teaching min-ji how to play the piano when she was about five years old, and not only did that stick, but min-ji branched out and became further invested in music. over a decade later, min-ji continues to play the piano and writes her own music, and even plays the guitar as well. a good chunk of her family is musically and artistically inclined, and that’s all thanks to nana.
14. what’s their favorite book genre, if they enjoy reading at all?
min-ji loves to read! she enjoys memoirs, as well as fantasy that isn't too dense, magical realism, and mythology retellings. she also likes to delve into sci-fi on occasion, mainly in the sub-genres of cyberpunk, dystopia, and space travel. she is usually pretty open about reading other genres as well, but she avoids thrillers and horror like the plague.
39. what’s one skill they wish they had?
there are many times when min-ji wishes she was more athletic and skilled in martial arts, namely after she meets our four favorite boys and sees what they can accomplish with such a skill set. it’s something she improves on over time with master splinter’s help, but she mostly does it to keep in shape and to have a bit more advantage in situations that call for self defense, not to mention it helps her feel like she has some control and power in her life. she doesn’t have the time or the energy to fully commit to significantly improving these skills, and she’s usually at peace with that, but every once in a while she wishes she could be able to do even a quarter of what the guys can do.
60. what are some of their simple pleasures?
the adrenaline rush she gets when performing her music. the certain texture and softness of a rabbit’s fur. her grandmother’s cooking. birdsong, especially that of blue jays. having a hot cup of matcha every morning. the smell of hyacinths. the weight of newly checked out library books in her arms. reading about and applying flower language. listening to music from a turntable. being present in friend or family gatherings, but not an active participant in them. being able to read and write outside with a snack. playing a song she wrote in full for the first time. having her hair and makeup done for her. riding her bike in a scenic location. taking her contacts out after a long day. growing plants and flowers from seeds. ‘death by chocolate’ sort of cakes. companionable silence.
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AND THE COPS DO THE BEST THEY CAN,
THEY PULL THE AX OUT YOUR FACE AND SAY,
“WAS IT THE BOOGEYMAN?”
margo has spent his entire life wanting to make a statement. to get his name known across all parts of the world, to get respect from those he looks to the most. after every failed attempt, time and time again, over and over and over, he has finally found his voice. he’s finally found what it is he could do to make sure his name is written down in history; all he has to do is take a few others down with him.
he has hope that others will see the beauty in everything he creates- after all, he didn’t start this just to not have an admiring audience.
open, semi-selective, pairings tentatively allowed/only with mutuals. headcanon based as he was there for like .002 seconds. 19+.
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#markiplier roleplay#markiplier rp#markiplier egos rp#iswm rp#iswm roleplay#-;boogeyman posting#-;pinned
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