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stromy-weather · 10 months

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My baby my baby....

·˚✎ ﹏"I'm sorry... I'm such a shity older brother....just please don't leave me.....not like this..."

Port mafia times. Dazai has a younger sibling. Being the traumatized 15 year he is. He pushed away the only one person that was close to him. A stupid wish for you to die like the death he craved so much. But what if that one wish he didn't actually want came true. Those words that he said of wished he can take back. The wish he never wished to say, the one wish he wished that was replaced with all his other wishes. The only person that believed in him when he treated them so...so wong.

Tw. Mention of suicide, death, kinda descriptive mention of a body, violent behavior, manipulation, toxic family relationship, yandere-like behavior. Angst. Spoilers to dark ark. !!platonic relationship!! {Y/N} is 10. Dazai being dazai.

It was after a fight you two had. Hearing the front door close with a soft click. It was after his loud mouth to say something to scare you. God, he was so used to seeing the fear in other eyes. But seeing how you cry and ran out of the house. Made something inside in heart snap. No. He didn't consider himself human. He moved towards the bed sitting on it not caring if he got the sheets dirty. He was a fucking sinner anyways. What more to bring into the roof over the two heads. He didn't deserve to be called your sibling. You should just Die. Those thoughts filled his head overwhelming him again. His long black trench coat long discarded in the shared room. Since Mori decided to toss the two siblings into a small ass apartment. It had the needed things to live. It was better than the shipping container if anything. God he fucking hates him. He hates everyone to be honest. Other than Oda, Ango, and well maybe you. He tossed you away, yelled, and took his frustration out on poor you. He would never raise his hand but the words he said he could never take back. His younger sibling always comes back. He didn't blame you if you hated him. He wouldn't even be mad if you stab him in the night. Killed him. He was already restless in the night. Hearing your soft breathing as you sleep next to him. It was better right? You would be living a better life right? Maybe the two of you can commit suicide together and live the next life away from this hell. But he was smart and knew you wouldn't want that. He sighed as he moved to get up from the bed. Grumbling as he raised a hand to massage his head that hurt. Grabbing his coat and tossing it on his shoulder. He should let you cool down first before even trying to remotely talk to you. He knew it was easy to get you on his side. You listened to him better than the men he had the power of. As the sun set as the moon began to rise a bit peaking out from the tall buildings. It's been a couple hours. Where the hell could you go so long now. Never any stars just tall lanky buildings in this city. Yokomizo was a pretty big city after all. Pulling out his black flip-phone. He started to text your phone. Matching phones...he had a pure black one and you well a pure white one. He held no reaction when he shoved the present to you. Yeah he may be an ass be he not that much of an asshole....? Thought the way your eyes light up. When the box was opened. Made something tic in him was it his heart or mind...? It wouldn't hurt to spoil you some more.

Yea where are you. 7:01

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Get your ass home or your grounded for a week. 7:36

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Are you even listing to me right now to pick up the fucking phone? Do you don't know how to type or something? 8:25

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Pick up the fucking phone {y/n}. 8:41

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I'm not playing around pick up or come home. Right now {y/n} 9:20

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His eyes twitched a bit as the calls went unanswered as well as his text. The text reflected in one eye since the other was bandaged up. He scoffed and shoved his phone into his pocket. Moving to go out of the apartment harshly closing the door behind him. The apartment was clean since you cleaned it alot. Both your clothing and stuff. A silent thank you should of say every day coming home to something so peaceful and clean. You were only 10. He was 15 and didn't know how to do half of that stuff. Maybe he needs to take your tv time away so you can stop learning to back-talk him. He was always in a bitter mood or drunk when he came home. He shoved his hands in his pocket. It was no surprise Dazai knew where you went after a fight. The park he always took you. To see you smile with all the other younger children as he stayed in the shade. He wasn't a figure to see out in the public in the light. Always the dark or shadows. Thought this fight was more different than the other. Some share words then you both get ready for bed and sleep. No, this fight was like his last straw. Mori decided to fuck with him and send him on a mission. A dangerous one. He used your name in vain. Mori did know his weakness. It was you. You. Oh, how he does anything to punch his lights out. Once more he did and didn't get along well with you. Small memories of the easy life he had with the small form in his arms. So helpless and adorable in his arms. He missed those days. Just to let losses and be the kid he needed to be. To be that child with you. He was stressed and tired. Being also paired with the new ginger in the mafia. He was going to secretly spoil you with gifts when he got home. Seeing how you looked at a plushie from a window when he went out with you on the weekends. He failed to see a rival male from an alley away waiting for the two of you. Taking photos before leaving. It wasn't any surprise had many enemies. But he was always smarter than them. Why didn't he see it then?

It all started when. You asked to join him tomorrow to go to the Mafia headquarters. The place he ban you from going since it was so dangerous there. Too many prying eyes. He fell for it and now he doesn't even know he can leave. He wouldn't let the same thing happen to you. He doesn't even like to talk about the work he does with you. Sometimes coming home dirty or covered in the blood from the missions. Yes, he was easygoing at times but he let that façade drop at home. The stupid small apartment you both called some sort of home.

"The fuck do you know about my work!? Hm? your only 10 {y/n} so shut the hell-" He was quite tired and wasn't willing to hear anything at the moment just wanting to go to bed. The shared bed the two of you shared. He never dared to cuddle or even touch you. Both have separate blankets on the bed. Always back to back. On the bed.

"Osamu! please- I promise to be quiet-" you beg to join. He didn't blame you. No one wanted to be locked up in an apartment all day and only let out on the weekend. Nothing to do other than watch TV or the suicide books on the shelf.

"No is a no {y/n}. I'm not speaking again. So shut the fuck up." He stated as he crossed his arms. He was bigger than your form. Well, that was quite clear to know being the older one after all. He sent a glare your way as he didn't expect you to storm off. It wouldn't be the first fight or the last.

He arrived at the park he always took you to. He didn't need to hide this time behind the big trees. The night was out and well the demons come out to play. He scans the playground part he always used to find you at before he will "drag" your ass home. A moment he remembered you were upset you couldn't go to school and came here. Sitting in the swing. Like always he sat next to you on the swing in silence. Tonight wasn't like that night. He smelled like blood. Something he was used to. Seeing people. Shot, stabbing, and pulling each other apart were all normal to him. Till he saw a sigh that made his breath stop. He started to shake a bit as he slowly moved forward. It wasn't you right? That white Phone that was broken next to the body slumped on the ground covered in blood. It wasn't the same right?? RIGHT? He slowly made his way over not believing the sight he was seeing. It's not you right not you, not you. It was you. A slumped body on the concrete ground bruised and bloody bleeding from who knows where. His baby sibling. That did nothing wrong. To need this. He needed this. For all he did- It was till the point the color red was around part of your body. He fell to his knees with his rapid breath. His one eye wasn't deceiving him. The worse nightmare came true. The nightmare he never wants to be true. A wish he didn't want but said it because he was a peace of shit. He moved his shaking hand towards the body. Lifting it close to his chest. He didn't care if the blood got on him he was used to it. But the blood icky him because it was your blood. He didn't cry or scream. Just shook he felt how small your breaths were. How quiet and weak it was. How fucking dare you do this to him. How dare someone touch his sibling. He quickly moved the body in his arms to a bridal style holding the form in his arms before he began to run. Run to the place he told you not to go run to the man he keep you so far away from. Fucking sick pervert. He knew the nurses were out for the night. The night nurses didn't do shit. Per experience. He ran to the man he called a boss knowing he was the last hope for your survival.

"Don't you dare fucking die on me. Or your never hearing the end of this."

He wasn't sure if that was just to reassure himself or make an unspoken promise to you to keep you safe. To keep you. To keep you as his baby sibling. Pure from this world.

He just prays he wasn't too late to save his baby.

Hehehe cliffhanger.

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am-i-the-asshole-official · 6 months

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WIBTA for doing an $80 charge back on a small business?

I (24m) paid for two tickets for me and my sister(32f) to go to a hunted house. My town is small so we had to drive to the next town over, around 45mins. The ticket and website advertised that it would last from 7:30pm to 8:30pm.

We got there on time and were the first ones in line. We were excited and followed the instructions and pathways but were completely done and out of the haunted house in under 10 minutes, literally we walked out at 7:36. There were no other attractions other than a bar in the same parking lot.

We sat at some chairs for a few minutes and we agreed that while it was fun, we drove 45 minutes for 10 minutes of fun. We decided to ask that since there were only two other small groups in line if we could go again, we weren't really getting our hopes up so when they said no we just left. We didn't cause a scene and weren't rude about it but the lady still sounded very rude with her response.

Now I'm sitting here in the car on the ride home thinking about it and I feel like I got scammed. It wasn't worth the gas money it took let alone the $40 per ticket. I also realize that it's a small business and that it's tough times.

So WITBA?

TLDR; paid $80 and drove 45 minutes for an hour long experience, only got ten minutes.

What are these acronyms?

#aita #am i the asshole

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markrosewater · 11 months

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Happy birthday! Can we get some birthday trivia about you on your birthday?

Sure. I turn 56 today, so here’s fifty-six things you may or may not know about me.

1) I never lost a baby tooth. Every one had to be extracted.

2) I was once a contestant on Trivial Pursuit: The Game Show with Wink Martindale. I answered the most questions correct, but didn’t win.

3) I once had scarlet fever (the thing the boy gets in the Velveteen Rabbit).

4) I’ve been told by doctors I have very weird blood.

5) I self taught myself to juggle.

6) I was a magician when I was a kid with the stage name The Wiz Kid. I mostly performed for kids parties.

7) I was once a freelance greeting card writer. My favorite (that didn’t get printed) showed a jug of maple syrup tipped on its side making a puddle of syrup. In the syrup was a top hat. A hand is pulling a can of green paint with a shamrock out of the hat. You open up the card and it says Sappy Paint Hat Tricks Day. It’s a triple Spoonerism.

8) Sara Gilbert (of “Roseanne” fame) and I once went out for lunch. (It wasn’t a date or anything.)

9) I broke my collarbone doing a prat fall off a stage.

10) I once pet a cheetah. In South Africa. My face from the picture of me doing that was used as my “Making Magic” photo for years.

11) I once made a root beer float for Keanu Reeves. It was at a play I was volunteering for.

12) I once get trapped inside Fred Astaire’s Estate. This factoid is oddly on my Wikipedia page.

13) Starting during the pandemic, my family began fostering animals. So far, we fostered four dogs, six cats, and two Guinea pigs.

14) In college, I wrote and directed two plays, started an improvisation troupe, and a writing workshop.

15) I still have all my wisdom teeth.

16) I have visited every continent except Antarctica for Magic.

17) I once asked Clint Eastwood for directions, not realizing who it was until he started talking. I was lost on the Warner Brothers lot.

18) My first job in Hollywood resulted from me taking part in someone else’s interview. I snuck on the lot, and ended walking into a room where they asked “Are you here for the production assistant interview?”, and I said, “Yes.”

19) I once had a disease the doctors couldn’t identify. They called it Mark’s Disease.

20) I was born in Mississippi. My dad was in the Air Force at the time.

21) I asked out seven woman to my senior prom who all turned me down. I ended up going with a friend who also couldn’t get a date.

22) I took six years of Spanish.

23) Most of my family’s vacations growing up were ski vacations, so I’m a decent skier.

24) I once delivered a pizza to Richard Gere. It was as a production assistant, not a pizza delivery person.

25) I once broke into an actor’s apartment building to deliver a script. It was so late, they were asleep and didn’t hear the buzzing of the door bell.

26) I once drove six hours (three in each direction) to pick up one five-stick package of Blackjack gum as a runner (production assistant).

27) Dennis Miller once thought I was a crazy man. I was sent to get him from the parking lot for a shoot and he thought I was stalking him.

28) I have over two hundred tee-shirts. They are organized by color.

29) I was supposed to pitch to “The Simpsons”, but it got cancelled when I got hired in the “Roseanne” staff.

30) I pitched multiple times to “Star Trek: The Next Generation”, but never sold a script. The closest I got was a pitch about Data malfunctioning.

31) I once ate crocodile. In Australia.

32) I played the Tinman in fifth grade in a production of “The Wizard of the Oz”. I was so hot, my silver make-up had to be reapplied halfway through as I sweated it off.

33) My mother turned down being on “Oprah” to come to my college graduation.

34) My parents are both retired. My dad was a dentist and my mom a psychologist. I used to joke I had a “paradox”.

35) Every birthday since I was 9, I’ve celebrated my birthday with crab legs.

36) Since I was in grade school, every Valentine’s Day, I hand out candy hearts, and every Halloween, I hand out mellowcreme pumpkins (basically pumpkin shaped candy corns).

37) My tee-shirts every week are themed. Some themes are pretty obvious, but they often get tricky. R&D likes figuring out the theme.

38) I got a BS in Communications (no, really) from Boston University’s College of Communications.

39) I collect superhero Minimates (they look Lego-ish). I have somewhere around two thousand. They are displayed in a number of cabinets built by my dad.

40) My podcast was inspired by a talk by Kevin Smith (at San Diego Comic-Con) where he said anyone could make a podcast.

41) I have attended over twenty-five San Diego Comic-Cons.

42) I am related to Lorne Green of “Bonanza” fame.

43) My dad’s family came from Germany and my mom’s from Russia. In Germany, my family’s name was Rosenvasser, but it was changed to Rosewater when they came to the U.S.

44) There are so few Rosewaters in the United States, that if you meet a Rosewater odds are I’m related to them.

45) I have lived in five states (Mississippi, Ohio, Massachusetts, California, and Washington, in that order).

46) I have visited over thirty states for Magic.

47) I once met Jim Henson when I worked on a clip show that Kermit was on. The question I asked him was if Ernie and Bert were named after the characters from “It’s a Wonderful Life”. He said not consciously. Jim Henson is one of my idols and I feel so blessed to have met him. He died a few months later.

48) I met Stan Lee at Hascon. He is another of my idols that I feel so lucky to have met.

49) On “Roseanne”, I worked with Amy Sherman-Palladino (just Amy Sherman back then) and Chuck Lorre. She made “Gilmore Girls” and “The Marvelous Mrs. Maisel”. He made “Big Bang Theory” and “Two and a Half Men”. Amy was super sweet and we got along well. I don’t think Chuck liked me.

50) I am a super picky eater. For example, except for apples, I don’t eat fruit. I hate bananas with a passion.

51) I have been a game player since very young. My dad loves games and introduced them to me early in life.

52) I get the writing bug from my mom.

53) I used to collect lint in a giant jar. When I got married, Lora made me get rid of it. It was an impressive amount of lint.

54) I have a bad tendency to burn myself a lot. My family loves to make fun of it.

55) I own over fifty flannels. My favorites are from Japan because they are more colorful with their flannels. Normally I wear a large, but in Japanese sizes, I’m an extra large.

56) My favorite number is 254. I chose it when I was little.

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im-the-j-in-anthony-j-crowley · 4 months

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I need you guys to listen to me on this. I don't know if anybody had already done it, but I haven't seen it. And since I'm declaring myself the person obsessed with the sad clock that Aziraphale has in the second season, this was my fate

I was sent to watch the last 15 minutes once again, this time looking at a clock and trying to ignore the tears.

I'm not going to post every photo I took of the clock because I used 16 photos and that seems excessive, but I will post a photo of the excel where it is summarized

All of this is, obviously, assuming that this clock actually works. But I would say that this is, in itself, proof that it works.

The first time I checked it was when Nina and Maggie are taken out of the bookshop, at that time we can say that it is 07:49

The second time is when they are all screaming at each other, seconds before Aziraphale and the bell. It's 8 o'clock and minutes I can risk saying it's 25, but not quite.

When Metatron arrives, it is 9 o'clock. Here is the first strange jump, there is almost half an hour lost here.

At 09:05 is when Crowley starts to move, we can say that he spent about 4 minutes sitting and waiting for Aziraphale.

When Aziraphale returns (and Nina and Maggie leave) we get to see the clock on two occasions, despite that, I was completely unable to pull anything out beyond it still being 9am. If anyone is able to see it better, please let me know. I just decided to give up on the fact that it must be something between 09:23 and 09:25.

Then we have the conversation that destroyed our lives, the whole horrible situation happened with the clock striking something close to 09:25

Despite this, when Crowley and Aziraphale break away from the kiss and Crowley leaves... IT IS 09:36

And while Aziraphale is talking to Metatron, it is 09:42 a.m. So Aziraphale had about 6 minutes to be there... I cry.

Back to what is important, my dear colleagues in this obsession. THERE ARE APPROXIMATELY 10 MINUTES BETWEEN THE CONVERSATION WE SAW AND CROWLEY LEAVING THE BOOKSHOP

Now... What happened during this time, did they talk about something else during those minutes, did they actually make a plan during that time?

#good omens meta #good omens 2 #good omens #good omens season 2 #ineffable husbands #aziraphale #anthony j crowley #crowley #ineffable partners #jay and the really long posts

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 8 months

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Love Song for a Vampire Pt. 36

Pairing(s):Edward Cullen x Wolf!Reader, Jacob Black x Witch!OC

Warnings: underage smoking (non nicotine, non cannabis)

Words: 3242

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The time was growing late where you should have been back home already preparing for bed. You couldn't leave the comfort of the forest though, not when you and Edward lay side by side, him listening as you described Dieufel's magic and Nadege taking over Bella's training. Soft grass tickling your bare arms and legs and the singing of evening birds swooping into the trees after a long day. Bugs kept away from you and Edward, probably thanks to whatever supernatural scent was embedded into you.

You also brought up that in just two days you'd be free of all academic obligation. That meant you could finally go on your long overdue date.

Edward smiles, turning onto his side to face you. "I've been thinking of all the things we can do. Can't seem to decide on just one though."

Laughing you follow suit and roll over to talk to him. The sun wasn't bright any longer, but just a few meager rays were enough to dance off of Edward's skin and illuminate the prism-like structure of Edward's skin and how it's almost blinding. Odd how vampires took on such a trait. "Yeah? What are some of your ideas?" All the while you covertly admire how handsome Edward is in daylight. Your fingers itch to touch his luminescent skin and feel it's coolness against your skin.

He watches the subtle twitch of your fingers as you restrain them from reaching out to him. That makes the corner of his lips curl. Boldly he grabs your hand as he replies "Well, I thought about maybe a movie but that's too cliche. Go-karting sounded like fun when I was researching what girls these days like to do on dates."

You snort, hiding your blush while Edward plays with your small fingers. "You sound old when you say things like that."

"I am old!" Edward chortles before shaking his head. He likes how soft your hands are. It really felt like you were made for him the way your hand easily melds into his grasp. Pale fingers weave themselves with your's offering a contrast in skin tone that mesmerizes both you and Edward. "Then I remember you telling me how the pack go cliff jumping. We could probably both appreciate a bit of fun adrenaline."

"What about the sun? If we go during the day people might see you light up like a disco ball." Oh you love his laugh and how it rumbles his whole body. You don't remember him laughing as much as he did when he was with you.

He acknowledges your concern though. "Unfortunately we'll have to go later in the day to avoid that." An apologetic tone laces his words. There were limits on what the two of you would be able to do together. You don't mind though. The most important thing was being with him and nurturing your bond.

An amusement park would be ideal since places like that have many different types of rides to enjoy. The downside was that anything like that would not be found near Forks. You'd have to travel outside of the city, possibly several hours out but thanks to Edward's driving, it wouldn't be a long drive. It would be a sight to see the vampire on a roller coaster. A picture would be necessary to show the others that Edward wasn't us stiff and brooding as they all thought he was. At least with you, he came to life.

"What would you like to do?" He asks you.

You think for a moment and shrub against the blades of grass. "I don't know. I've never been on a date before."

That was news to him. "Really? You and Embry-"

Instantly your upper body shoots up and your hand falls from his. "What're you talking about?" For some reason it made me defensive when Edward brought up Embry. Not like anything happened. It had only ever been a crush plus that one kiss several weeks ago.

Gauging your reaction, Edward makes sure to compose his sentences more delicately. "I'm sorry. Just. . . The way I've seen him look at you and his thoughts. . . I thought there was something between you two."

What had Embry been thinking while around Edward?

Evita was going to need to make more amulets to prevent Edward from reading anymore intimate thoughts.

You purse your lips and relax back down though there's now a frown pulling down your lips. He wasn't exactly wrong. "Nothing like that at least. I did used to have a crush on him a couple of years ago and I think he did too, but nothing came of it. We've just decided to stay friends. Other than that, no dates. This will be my first."

That seems to make him grin a little as he was tickled by that. "I'll make sure not to disappoint."

The next day was spent with you itching to get out of your summer school classes and Bella continuing her lessons with Nadege while Dieufel and Evita tag teamed on making the wards. Their energy was always spent after making just one and needing a recovery period of at least the rest of the day so they could get back at it the next. However, even after getting out of your lessons, you and Embry had patrol duty and couldn't stay at Sam's for long. Seth is assigned to your shift too but linked to his mind, you feel something off. Unsettled as he attempts to keep whatever secrets that were bothering deep inside of him under lock and key. Embry exchanged a look with you but you shook your head. It was something to discuss later. Right now they had to keep constant vigil. Like the Cullens had reminded them, time was of the essence. No one knew when the Volturi would learn of everything. Not exactly. So every minute counted. Edward, Esme and Rosalie also aided in security as they kept to the treetops. A good thing they didn't require sleep.

Spreading out in a tactical maneuver, your pad along as your eyes easily adjust to the darkening sky. Above you hear branches groan against the landing feet of Edward. A reassuring sound for you as you had broken apart from Embry and Seth. You could still hear them, both in your mind and outside. Random check-ins with one another. Nothing to note. All the anxiety over when the Volturi would arrive was starting to wear on you. You hadn't been able to sleep well to begin with thanks to Xiomara, but now it was damn right impossible to fall asleep right away. If you were lucky it took you about four hours to fall asleep meaning you were getting about three hours worth of genuine sleep. But you couldn't complain. You didn't want to as you felt Seth fretting over something he didn't want you to know about. Even Embry was wearing thin thanks to summer school and was running on exhausted fumes.

Thankfully the both of you would be free soon. It was just one more day then You could focus your energy completely on patrol. Unfortunately you'd had to explain the circumstances to your parents on the simplest level. You kept the major facts away from them like how the Volturi most likely wouldn't like that fact of the existence of your pack and that they most likely wanted to exterminate all of you. Nothing too big.

A twilight glow takes over the sky that gradually fades into indigo and then eventual blackness. If only you could check your phone just to see what time it actually was. You wouldn't know if you're shift was up until the voices of the others became vocal in your mind. The residual scent of magic still hung in the air, waking you up and providing enough energy to keep moving through the part of the forest that was densley packed with trees and foliage alike. It echoes in your bones and fills your lungs up with the sweetest spices that envigorate you.

Thinking about the witches made the time go by faster thankfully as your conversations started to lean towards Bella's involvement.

"I still can't wrap my head around that Bella Swan, the weak human girl, can actually use magic and help us." Embry snorts at the thought and Seth's mind hums in quiet agreement as he half pays attention to the conversation.

"Oh come on. Don't say that. You make it sound like she was completely useless to us before. Just because she's a human doesn't mean she should be disregarded. She has her own given strengths."You roll your eyes at him. Granted she was the one to instigate this whole mess but it had never been her intention.

There's an accusation in his words "When did you two become friends." You didn't appreciate his tone and though you couldn't see him, you stop dead in your tracks and glare toward the direction you scented him.

"We're not."You shrug to yourself knowing Embry wouldn't understand. Though the hackles on your neck are now standing at attention, literally ruffled by him.

Embry wasn't about ready to give up though. Whatever bone he was gnawing on, he refused to relinquish it. "Even if Edward still loves her?"

Finally Seth butts in. "Embry. . ."The last thing he wanted to hear was more arguing. You catch a glimpse of his memory of earlier that morning. Leah was there as well as their mother Sue. Mouths moved with no sound produced but even that bit of a picture quickly dissolved as Seth didn't want anyone to pry.

You feel the skin of your snout scrunch up into a snarl, your teeth showing and your tongue licking across them in agitation. "Why are you bringing this up? Is it so wrong that I don't mind Bella? Can I not just be pleasant toward her for the sake of it? Edward has nothing to do with it."Why was everyone ready to pit you against Bella when she had never really done anything hateful toward you?

In response, you could feel Embry's embarrassment and shame, maybe even a lick of jealousy too as he finally backs down and doesn't say another word much to the relief of both you and Seth. You didn't like fighting with Embry, it never felt right. But it didn't sit right with you what he said. Bella wasn't useless. She just didn't have the special abilities that the pack and vampires did. Well, technically she's had magic in her all this time, just no way of knowing how to wield it or that she could manifest it into something greater.

Around midnight (or so you guess) you hear the voices of the others coming to take over for the rest of the night. Jared, Colin and Paul could already be heard padding through the trees.Glad that you could finally return home, you make a pitstop after you switch back to your human skin and slip on your shorts and tank top. You stumble into Sam's occupied backyard. There are two tents already set up, one for Nadege and Evita and the other for Diuefel though the later is the only one still awake. He's sitting outside the flap of his tent, from his lips is what looks like a cigarette but it smells sweet and calms you. Like herbs and not the sickening fumes of nicotine.

He notices you and smiles softly. "Welcome back. Hard day?"

"Not really. Just tedious." When he pats the spot next to him, you take it. "What is that?"

Pulling the small stick out of his mouth, you notice that the paper is black and not white. "It's a special blend of herbs that help me go to sleep. Even though I'm beyond exhausted I still have difficulties going to bed. Even when I was little it takes me hours to really fall asleep. Annoying but this helps." Dieufel hands it to you. "Try it."

Since it wasn't toxic like nicotine you gingerly take it between your forefinger and thumb, lifting it to your lips. You felt naughty but even sniffing the smoke that twirled from it's lit end has your muscles relaxing.

"Inhale very slowly." Dieufel instructs, watching you carefully. Even though you do as he said, you're still hacking up a lung. Not used to anything other than oxygen circulating in your lungs. You're basically tossing back the herbal smoke at him as your eyes water, throat up in flames. He pats your back and reaches into his tent for a bottle of water. Again he warns you to drink slowly.

You wheeze out that you're okay and hand the bottle back to Dieufel. "S-Sorry."

He chuckles. "Don't worry about it. Not your fault. It happens to everyone their first time." Returning the smoke back to his lips, he expertly inhales, holds it in then leisurely lets it go. Even though you weren't successful, you were still feeling a bit of a soothing effect that has your eyelids growing heavy and you have to lean back on your hands in order to keep yourself up.

"How'd you guys do today?" Voice still raw, at least you were capable of speech once again.

Rolling his neck to produce a nice 'pop', Dieufel groans. "Evita got sick when making her's. She's not used to using so much magic. I was only able to make one as even I am growing weary. But Bella, I don't know how she does it. She's able to take in so much information, absorb and utilize it appropriately. It took me two years before I could successfully conjure flames to light candles. Bella did it in a second after her lesson."

"How long until she's ready to make a ward?"

His grimace was enough of a response to you but he goes on to say "I don't know. Hopefully she'll surprise us. But. . . something like that is complicated. You see how it wipes us out each time. And the refractory period becomes longer. A spell like that is similar to weaving. You twine different spells together for a ward. In order for it to stick, the threads can't risk being unraveled. If it unravels at the wrong time, it could mean calamity to Forks."

From one of his pockets he pulls out the ward he had made today. The carvings that were magically etched into, he explained, were actually the spells woven together. No wonder it felt alive in your palms, warm and buzzing with energy.

He sadly regards it in your palm. "If we had older witches, they would have been done in a faster manner. We're young though, our magic not as strong."

"You guys don't know any other witches that are older?"

Shaking his head, Dieufel takes another drag from his smoke. "Not one that can travel easily. Plus witches tend to scatter themselves in the wind. It's dangerous to have a coven of witches. All that magic concentrated into one place? Any monster could descend on them with no trouble at all. Even with wards erected, there can be leaks if you're not absolutely careful. One leak will be the doom of the entire coven. I'm not going to lie, I feel uneasy with all of us being here. That's how Nadege and I were able to find Evita so easily from the sky."

"Why haven't we been attacked then?" You ask.

"Your guess is as good as mine." Lowly chuckling to not wake up the girl's in the tent next to him. "Could be because of the Cullens. Even other supernatural creatures try to stay away from vampires."

You were unable to stop the flow of questions coming out of you. Curiosity encouraging you. "What other things are out there? Witches, vampires, werewolves, shapeshifters. . ."

His smile turns sympathetic. As if you didn't already know the world was actually a more dangerous place to live in since vampires existed. Now the possibilities were vast and endless. "Lets see. . . There's ghouls, you definitely never want to encounter them. A pain to kill. Ghosts certainly. Zombies, in a way. Wraiths. Sea people. Necromancers."

All that was missing were aliens which Dieufel could neither confirm nor deny since he'd never personally seen one.

Noting the subtle fear on your features, he attempts to reassure. "Not all of them are evil. Just like with vampires, there are good ones.Those who resist their thirst for blood and flesh. They still have their humanity."

You glance up at the stars. "Then. . . is it possible that there might be some good members of the Volturi? Those who we can talk sense into."

"If they are then they remain silent. Likely they have no real power and are just as helpless." Finally he's down to the stub of his smoke and Dieufel deposits it into a homemade clay ashtray. "It will not do us any good worrying about what is out of our control. We both need rest. Best if you head home."

That was the best idea you'd heard all day.

You drag your exhausted body home, taking care not to make too much noise as you go in through your bedroom door. Easier. The front door had obnoxious, creaking hinges that no amount of WD40 could fix. Tired, burning eyes barely manage to pick out your pajamas from a small heap near your bed. You let your body fall atop of your mattress face first.

"(y/n)! Please wait!"

You'd been dreading talking to Embry after the brief spat last night. No longer angry, you just didn't want things to grow awkward. Feet halting, your hands fly up to your backpack straps and grip them tightly; an anxiety soother. "Em. . ."

Equally nervous about confrontation with you, Embry hurries with his words before he lost his courage "I'm sorry. I'm sorry for what I said. I had no right and it wasn't fair of me. I'm. . . I-It's still hard for me to really let you go. . . I get jealous. But I'm working on it, I promise."

Demeanor softening, your lips turn up in an understanding smile. "No, it's okay. Embry. I appreciate the apology. And I get it. I'd probably feel the same way as you if you were the one to imprint on someone." Before your feelings had transgressed to those of romantic, you were best friends first and foremost.

Embry's face brightens and a blinding grin shines. There was nothing more that needed to be said about it.

Once backpacks were dropped off at your place, you and Embry hustle through the woods but stop when you pass by the Black residence. Gloom weighs heavy in your chest, remembering getting into a fight with Jacob over you revealing his imprinting to Bella. Bella needed to know but at the cost of your relationship with him? "Do you think Jake will forgive me?"

"Of course he will." Embry immediately replies with ease. He misses when it was just the four of you guys, back to simpler times where the four of you would spend hours outside in the woods at the back of Jacob's house. "Let him blow off steam. You know how stubborn he is. Give it time. Maybe Sam will let him back to patrol as long as he behaves himself."

One could only hope so as both of you continue to stare longingly at the back of Jacob's house.

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foster-the-world · 2 months

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I love

I love when I get to hang out with any of my kids one on one. We need to make concentrated efforts to do it more often. I'm home with baby boy all week while my husband took the girls to Cali to see his parents/sister.

Baby boy is so much fun alone (as I've said a million times). We went to the Children's Museum and the MOMA kids art lab. Kids art lab was underwhelming but he enjoyed himself. Did a quick walk through of the art. He wasn't too impressed.

We had an indoor monkey bar system set up yesterday. It took the guys a lot longer then they planned. Last night I was regretting the choice. Felt a little too risky. I think I know how we can make it safer. Its supposed to be a part of his sensory diet. We used some funds we got when the DOE reimbursed for some OT costs.

Rebel was sick Thursday night. Thankfully fine all day Friday. Flew out very early on Saturday. His parents picked them up with masks and dropped them off at a hotel. They were supposed to go right to the cousins house and were scheduled to stay with his parents. I guess his parents were worried about the stomach bug. Which is understandable but I thought it was rude not too let my husband know beforehand. He got up at 4am to take two kids on a six hour flight by himself. He would have warned the girls they were expected to go isolate in a hotel room. Of course, my husband is a Saint and just went along with it. If my parents didn't see my girls for three months there is zero chance they would give up even one hour with them - sick or not. And they weren't even sick anymore. She never had a fever. Threw up 36 hours before. Anyway not my rodeo.

Baby boys ezcema is not good. His poor little cheeks. I guess its just the cold weather.

My own scalp is so, so, so itchy. Before the last month I've never in my life had this problem. No dandruff just itchy/burning. Its not a super bad pain level but its nonstop. It keeps me awake at night. I'm assuming its related to the low iron and the hair loss. Not sure what to do. Trying shampoos right now. Probably need to do some kind of eating changes but not sure exactly what and also don't want to. My skin is also itchy but that's less persistent. The skin is also something I'm used to when the weather gets cold like this.

DOE is giving new options for baby boy since they can't find providers. I'm on the fence. It involves a different school. Its not far away, is an inclusive classroom (8 special ed kids, 8 gen ed), would include all providers (OT, PT and speech) , and would include free summer camp which also includes all providers. These are all big benefits. Its a fancy private school - which is not our vibe. I guess they reserve some DOE spots. I don't really want my poorly behaved (but o so sweet) black boy to be a scholarship kid (in essence) in a school full of rich white kids. In their defense I think by private school standards it is more diverse then most. I don't want my kids to grow up with kids who think spending $60K a year for school is normal. I think it just gives a view of the world I don't want them to have. But that's more of a concern for older grades. Not an issue for 4yo's. He can go back to our little public school for K. We need to figure out a place for providers and this maybe our best option. The free summer camp is a big draw. I need somewhere that can handle kids like him. One that is paid for and includes his services would be a huge win. They do swimming lessons and teach Spanish. He's actually picking up some Spanish vocabulary (numbers, colors, animals) so a place where that can grow would be great. DOE is setting up a tour after winter break. I'm sure its a very nice facility. Let's see how it goes. I won't hold my breathe until a solution is actually implemented.

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Hi! I hope this isn't too intrusive but I was wondering how old are you and how long have you been painting for? I'm 30 and I took up drawing last year after having done nothing since I was a kid. Even though I'm proud of some of the stuff I've done I'm still tracing and copying a lot and I feel kinda like my progress has been really slow. I'm not sure I'll ever end up being actually good at art 🤷🏻‍♀️ How long did it take before you were like oh I'm actually great at this or was it always an inherent talent you had? Do you have any tips or advice for beginners?

Thanks for sharing your work with us, you're a huge inspiration 💕

hi! not intrusive at all! I'm 36 (god that sounds like a lot when i write it down, i certainly don't feel that age xD) and I've been painting for 7 years now - so i took up painting at the same age you did! i loved to paint and draw as a kid but lost interest along the way (and my art teacher told me I was crap so i just accepted that xD).

i wish i thought i was great at art xD i wish i was actually great at art! xD I'm quite happy with my art rn though and it's the best i can do at the moment but i wanna do better (if I'm able to idk). idk if i had an inherent talent, 7 years ago my art was trash xD evidence attached below:

It took a while before it started looking semi-presentable. i wish i had some proper tips but i always tell people to just keep practicing if they wanna get better. and i mean every day if possible, even if it's just for an hour. I've painted for several hours every day for the past 7 years (these days i paint 5-8 or 12 hours as it's my full-time job).

just keep making art and have fun, the improvement will come on its own I'm sure :')💙

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marcsburnerphone · 2 years

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sleepless (sierra six X f reader)

Warnings: smut (in future chapter) ,masturbation, eavesdropping (i don't know) hot sexy six.

Sierra six was assigned by your uncle Donald Fitzroy to watch over your younger sister Claire and yourself (22) six (36) has taken a strong liking to you, and not the way he likes claire. he's strictly business but can he keep that moral when he catches you in the act of pleasing yourself?

Part two

You had woken up in the middle of the night again, as of recents you hadn't been able to sleep tossing and turning as your mind racks a million possibilities. you were trained to be a sierra but your uncle never let you actually pursue the job so now all you had to do with all the training you'd gone through was protect claire and since that didnt make Donald the happiest cause you are also his niece he had hired sierra six to protect the both of you.

Getting up out of bed you headed to the kitchen for a glass of water trailing in the dark trying to be as quiet as possible before you could reach for a glass six had spotted you.

“Cant sleep.” you were beyond startled, grabbing a knife from the counter as an instinct and turning around ready to stab someone before you'd seen him with his hands raised in surrender.

“Holy shit you can't sneak up on me like that, and no i can't sleep.” you breathed out pointing the knife at him before settling it down. Six was always in a suit or a black shirt and beige pants. I mean he was incredibly attractive and even more so mysterious he had become a bit more familiar around you and Claire loved him and you guys got along well.

“There’s melatonin in that cabinet if you want it.” he offered with a half low smirk, eyes focused on the computer in front of him. You stared for a second admiring the man before you, not leaving this house often was doing something to you and you had that well to known feeling in your body.

“y/n you okay” he was looking at you now eyes wandering your face and for a second you could have sworn he was checking you out but that was also probably your delusion.

“Yes yes i'm sorry and no thankyou i don't like to deep sleep i'll just find some other way goodnight six.” you'd spoken before retrieving some water and heading back to your room on the other side of the house.

Laying back down your mind wandered and all that you could think about was six his veiny hands and his half rolled sleeves, the stupid fucking toothpick in his mouth and before you could think about it your hand was slipping down to your pajama shorts without a second thought.

Now there was a rule in the house and it was to never fully shut the doors they can be mostly closed but never fully except for the restroom just in case someone made it past six or any intruder situation it was for safety and if needed privacy all you had to do was let him know.

As six was making his 20 millionth round around your home out of paranoia he heard something almost like whining whatever it was he was going to investigate.

He had found the source of the noise in your bedroom and as he was just about to walk in to see if you were alright he realized the movement under your blanket and the soft stutters from your mouth, you were pleasing yourself and he had seen. That was alarming, yes but what came after was even more.

“Six please” he was startled had you caught him catching you. No that wasn't the case your eyes were still shut your beautiful face contorted in pleasure wait wait you were touching yourself to the thought of him.

He slowly backed away from your door feeling the growth in his pants dammit. he had thought of you that way once and he stopped himself right when it happened and said he'd never let it happen again i mean you were beautiful and strong hed watched you train once and he'd watched how you took care of claire and you always looked at him like he was normal.

No he thought to himself he could never have you that way it wasn't right he was a live in body guard that was it even though claire always told him he was family and you'd always treat him like it he thought he wasn't good enough for you.

Once you had finished your activities you rolled over in bed and your eyes landed on the door shiittttt no he couldnt have heard you wouldve heard him come to your door right, RIGHT.

Your post orgasmic haze wasn't going to let you ponder too long cause as you thought more they just sounded like whispers and sleep overcame you quickly.

Six sat at the table his head in his hand and his mind was replaying it involuntarily the look on your face his name in your mouth is a sexual way the sounds of your needy whines and the erotic noises of your wetness.

He threw his head back shaking it hoping to shake the thoughts of you but to no avail he sighed adjusting his pants he had no time to ease himself especially not at night he grabbed a drink wondering how he could look you in the eyes at breakfast or any other time without wanting to fuck you sensless.

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this is base basically and most definitley a part one;)

i have the major hots for him and there isnt enough fics,

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lumpyrock · 3 months

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36 Questions to fall in love (well, maybe more than that) Chapter 6

(Last time I had someone DM me searching for the rest of it, so here's the AO3 link. Consider dropping a kudos!)

“What did you just say?” They must have been silent for at least a minute before that. Neither was even sure the other was breathing.

“I-- you--”

“I know what you said, why?”

“Because I like you?”

Luigi clutched his chest. “No, that's not true, it can't be.” He stood.

“It is, I've just been hiding it.”

“How long have you been hiding it, though? Have I become the new Peach? Am I just a replacement?!” Luigi backed away.

“It's not like that, I feel like I can talk to you more than I ever did her!”

“Oh, but it is like that! You don't like me for me, you like me cause I'm new!” He reached his foot back and took another step.

“But--”

“Save it! I didn't even want to come back here! I can't believe I wanted to spend time with you!” Another step back.

“Please, I don't want you to be her!”

“Then why--!” Luigi stepped off the desk. Bowser grabbed his waist before he could hit the ground.

“Don't die!” Bowser said, panic shaken.

Luigi looked to the stone floor, only a foot below him. He looked back up at Bowser. “I wasn't trying to.”

“I didn't say don't try to, I said don't!”

“Okay then, I won't!”

Bowser pulled him back up onto the desk, though he didn’t let go of Luigi’s waist yet. “Promise you won’t fall off the desk again?”

“Promise.”

Bowser let go of his waist, sighing. “It’s not like that. I know you and her are different, and I like you in different ways,” he explained. “And I’m keeping my promise! I’m not going to kidnap you, any more than I already have.”

“I can’t leave though, can I?” Luigi asked.

Bowser paused. “That depends. Do you want to leave?” Bowser silently prayed it wasn’t the case.

Luigi's face flushed. He looked away. “Guess what I wanted the bag for?”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“I was going to escape with my bag, but I didn't want you to suspect me so I decided to continue on with the questions.”

“How were you going to escape? Either my guards or I would've found you.” Bowser asked, suppressing a laugh.

“Well…” Luigi paused, gears turning in his head. “I didn't think that far into the plan.”

Bowser laughed into his hand. He was too tired for this. “Don’t worry, if I caught you, I’d just ask you the same questions I already did.”

Luigi smiled, though it wasn't as genuine as some of his others had been. “You say that, but I have a feeling we'd have another breaking-in-through-my-window moment.”

“What can I say? I've been really bad at keeping promises.”

“It's fine, I mean, I wanted to be all independent and stuff, but I guess I can wait for Mario.”

“You were the one who wanted to come with me!”

“Yeah, but, I was tired, not thinking straight aside from, ‘huh, big guy suddenly wants to leave after wanting to stay forever? Well, might as well go with him!’”

“That seems an awful lot like wanting to come with me. You did cling to me like there was no tomorrow.”

“Yeah, to get you to stop! You're too strong, you would've shaken me off!”

“I think you like me back.” Bowser raised his eyebrows. He quickly remembered that Luigi almost fell to his death about the whole liking him thing. “Don't say anything. I know that was weird.”

Luigi nodded. “Yeah, it was.”

“I guess I'm tired as well. I haven't slept since 8, maybe, yesterday.”

“Oh poor you, it's not like you were kidnapped twice in the span of 24 hours!”

“You got to just be carried around, guess who was doing all the carrying?”

“Guess who was thrashing around?”

“You slept the whole way here!”

“Not the first time!”

“Over 10 hours ago! I need sleep, and you are still a prisoner, by technicality.”

♡☆♡☆♡

Luigi walked next to Bowser as wind started to pick up outside the castle. It was a short walk to Bowser’s bedroom. Guess you don’t want to walk 10 minutes to get to where you spend a lot of your time. Bowser opened his door, gesturing for Luigi to enter. Luigi quickly did.

The room was nice, not royal nice, but still nice. There was a balcony where the red of the early morning sun could be seen, though it was mostly covered by clouds. Of course the bed was huge, and had the same sort of canopy that Luigi’s had.

Bowser walked over to the balcony, opening the doors. “It’ll be nice to get some fresh air,” He explained. He walked back over to the plumber and stood over him, as if expecting something. Finally, Bowser sat on the floor, gesturing towards the bed. "Go ahead."

"What?! No. You are literal royalty, you go ahead!"

"I sleep in that bed every night, you go ahead."

"The floor is fine, really, you have a nice rug..." Luigi said, sitting down as well.

"You are the guest here, sleep in the bed!"

"You are the king here, you sleep in the bed!"

"I don't want special treatment!"

"Neither do I!"

Bowser sighed. "Well you're not going to sleep next to me, so one of us has to go up on the bed."

Luigi laid on the floor. "I'm not going up there."

"Well I think we've made it pretty clear that I'm not going up either!"

"I'm already comfortable."

Bowser frowned. He thought for a moment, before laying down as well. "Fine then. Be that way."

"See if I care." Luigi turned away. He didn't close his eyes yet, no, he didn't trust Bowser that much. Before even five minutes of him staring at the wall was over, he could hear a soft rumbling behind him. He rolled over, seeing Bowser curled up in a ball.

As Bowser's chest would fall, the rumble would become more prominent. There was that little part of him, very little, that wanted to curl up next to him. Bowser wasn't being a mean tyrant, he was just sleeping. He almost looked... cute.

Holy crap, Luigi had Stockholm.

After a lifetime of fighting and more fighting, he was falling hard and fast. Maybe this had been going on for a while, and he just didn't realize. Whatever the reason, he was here now and for the foreseeable future. He rolled onto his back, covering his eyes. Maybe if he just stared into the abyss, he'd forget about these questions, and he'd forget about Bowser.

Maybe, he wouldn't get his heart broken if he locked it away. Maybe if he made it through the night, he'd never have to see Bowser's face again. He opened his eyes, staring up at the ceiling. Tears welled up in his eyes, remembering every time Bowser had wrecked his life. Every time he was pulled further from the life he had dreamed of.

Tears fell silently to the floor as lightning flashed outside. Thunder followed a second later. Mario would hate him, Peach would hate him, the entire Mushroom Kingdom would hate him! Tomorrow he'd leave, tomorrow everyone would hate him, tomorrow he wouldn't be crying, but tonight he had one person who cared.

He wiped the tears from his eyes, trying to control his breathing. He just wanted to be home, he wanted everything to go back to normal. A warm hand was placed over his. He looked over to Bowser with bloodshot eyes. Bowser looked back with the softest expression possible.

Luigi nudged closer to him. Not a word was spoken. Bowser wrapped his arms around Luigi. Their breathing was in cink as they both drifted off to sleep.

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faytelumos · 1 year

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Into the Black With a Matchstick, pt2

@those-damn-snippets @thepotatoofnopes @robin-parravel @invader-mint-tea

cw: drug use (barely described)

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It wasn't waking up from cryo that had Doctor Adina Ramirez clutching a sick bag for dear life. The massive headache that came from being a freeze-dried raisin person and the feverish, wholistic hunger were nausea-inducing, of course, but her stomach was stronger than that. It wasn't even the ship's interface blandly informing her that there was an intelligent, non-human body attempting to establish a communications line. Even walking up to the console and seeing that the four biologists (including both astrobiologists) who had failed to wake up before her hadn't quite been enough to bring her to her knees with a sudden cold-sweat.

It was the mission clock.

26,008,372 years, 217 days, 8 hours, 36 minutes

She had checked four times to make sure that was million, and not thousand. Maybe if it was thousand, she wouldn't have needed the bag.

Doctor Johnathan Harrison sat at the table with his hands buried in his hair, leaning forward on his elbows, the rehydration pouch sitting in front of him. He hadn't punctured it yet. Adina had unfortunately almost finished hers.

The agreement had been that if and when space travel technology advanced, a crew would catch up to The Solstice and update everything. Maybe even wake the crew and check up on everyone. But almost fifty times the length of recorded human history had passed between the launch and this wake-up call.

Humanity was dead. Even if the sun was still alive (she thought it should be), there was simply no way that humans still existed on that planet. Just as terrifying, perhaps humanity had completely collapsed back to the stone age and rebuilt from scratch, hitting a second space age and setting off into the sky without any kind of record of The Solstice to recover.

She wretched again.

"You're gonna make me sick," John whispered shakily.

Adina coughed and spat, then pinched the bag and pulled it away from her face with trembling hands. She tied it off and carefully placed it in the receptacle.

"Okay," Adina breathed, though her voice was scratchy and uneven. "Aliens. We have to talk to the aliens." John laughed, suddenly and unsteadily.

"Welcome back to the land of the living!" he joked, "Your entire planet is probably dead and there's a real alien ship knocking on the door — have a Slurpee!" Adina laughed, too, even though it made her head scream and her guts ache harder than ever.

John got to work setting up the channel. The frequency the aliens were using was unorthodox, but easy to replicate. But Adina felt like the entire ship was spinning like a top, her badly dehydrated and starving body wobbling all around her. God knew how much more time the aliens were going to give them to talk — for all she knew, the initial message was, "You're trespassing, respond immediately or we'll turn you into space dust."

And then the computer had asked for a confirmation, then proceeded to wake up five pods in careful succession, then handed out a lunch pack, and then finally informed Adina that there had been a message.

"I can't do this, I'm gonna pass out," Adina breathed. Holy shit, she felt like human garbage. The word "dizzy" came nowhere near this sensation. John watched Adina with bloodshot eyes and shaking fingers.

"I, I know of something that'll help."

It took ages, but they finally ended up in the medbay, and John pulled a small bottle out of a hiding spot so out-of-the-way there was no way in hell he hadn't been the one to stash it there.

"Doctor Harrison?" Adina said cautiously as John found a syringe. "Did you smuggle drugs onto an international, interstellar spaceship?" John looked at her like he was confused, eyes wide and lips parted as he held his items. He blinked once, and for a moment he looked every bit like a kid caught breaking the rules red-handed.

"It's a performance enhancer."

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The aliens looked like exactly what would happen if a lion and a hyena had a baby and it came out a dinosaur.

There was no sense of size with the video feed, but she could tell by their eyes that they were huge. Her guess was a meter and a half at the head, which was well bigger than both Earthly carnivores. The scales on their bodies were thick and healthy, with Paxie's being a glimmering maroon and the other's some kind of iridescent purple-green. Both monsters had jaws that were definitely designed to crush sturdy bones, but Paxie was bigger and had longer teeth. The other one's shoulder spikes were thicker, and its head was more aerodynamic.

These drugs were something else. Adina almost couldn't feel her body right now, which was exactly what she needed. Her brain was running on overdrive and she could feel it, but she was keeping pace like a thoroughbred. These aliens were large carnivores with adaptations for high levels of sunlight, dry air, blunt force trauma, fast-moving targets, and strong prey. Something like this and smart enough to have an instant universal translator could do whatever the hell it wanted with The Solstice and still have time for lunch afterwards.

God, Adina was starving.

"Captain Ramirez, Lieutenant Harrison, please excuse us," Paxie choked before turning off the translator. The other one said something in their unfiltered language.

"What do we do?" John whispered.

"They're trying to be friendly," Adina uttered. "Hopefully they mean it."

"Are we betting the last members of humanity on that thing's friendliness?" John said.

Adina watched Paxie. Their appearance set off alarm bells all across Adina's brain. But she couldn't tell how much was basic instinct and how much was logical caution. And if she was being honest with herself, she'd probably never in her life been this mentally compromised. High on some weird stimulant and staring an honest-to-God intelligent alien in the face while the death of her entire species was pounding on the walls, she knew if there was another choice in leadership, she'd have to tap out immediately.

But she was the first biologist lucky enough to wake up, and she'd finished her thesis a year before John.

"We don't have a choice," she breathed shakily, trying to school her expression. She was the leader of the human species right now.

She was not ready for this.

"No matter what happens, we're at these people's mercy," she whispered. "The best we can do is appease them until we get our bearings." John sighed raggedly, and Adina could see from the corner of her eye that his hands were shaking badly again. Hers probably were, too. She couldn't look at them. She just kept watching Paxie, because she was in charge now, and everything she had ever known depended on her getting everyone through this alive.

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Paxie tried to keep their breathing even as the shuttle hissed and trundled towards the alien ship. Both sides had agreed that there was no need for the ancient ship to adjust its course; the Xoixe vessel could adjust and keep pace with it without any trouble. Paxie thought it a clever enough resolution, since the composition of the ancient ship's fuel was so foreign it wasn't yet clear if anyone could make more.

Paxie wasn't scared. Of course not. These creatures, unnerving as they were, posed no threat. They were small and their machinery, upon closer inspection, was in a bad way. And it was no wonder, with how long they'd been adrift and asleep. But Paxie would be lying outright if they said they weren't intimidated by the task of assimilating these things. Of course it would turn out that when they finally got a chance to make first contact, they got the most unusual creatures in the universe. It was just their luck.

The boarding party was comprised of three individuals. Paxie had flexed their authority to afford themself a seat with only a hint of shame. The second person was another Xoixe, Ensign Kime, a xenomedic. The third individual was the most important of the group.

Sergeant Klte was a Qomo, one of the smaller species in the Xoixe's catalog of allies. Given the delicate and relatively defenseless physiology of the new aliens, Paxie had determined that Klte would be the best received as the face of the alliance. Klte, like all of its kind, stood on four thin legs, each ended with three hooked claws. It rose up on an elegant, slim torso, four thin arms with four claws each sprouting from reedy shoulders. Its head was sleek and mostly featureless, its face consisting only of a thin, lipless line for a mouth and a pair of large, black eyes. The pale skin that looked much softer than it felt completed the look of a spindly, almost harmless individual.

Paxie was quite proud of themself. Klte was downright cute, and the aliens would surely warm up to its lanky and pale appearance. Especially since the two species shared compatible atmospheric needs.

The boarding ship rotated slightly and decelerated, then made a low-pitched rattle. The clamps were secured. A moment later, there was a brief, deep hiss, and the airlock doors unlocked and slid open.

Captain Ramirez and Lieutenant Harrison both stood in the hall, and they had to look up to meet Paxie's eyes. Paxie dipped their nose respectfully before speaking, and the translator repeated their words in a small speaker on the outside of their environment suit.

"May we come aboard?"

Ramirez and Harrison looked at Paxie and Kime with wide eyes. But when Harrison noticed Klte, they… flinched.

And then Ramirez gasped quietly.

Paxie glanced back at Klte, concern worrying at their stomach. Perhaps these weren't fear responses. As a prey species, these newcomers could have mannerisms a Xoixe simply didn't understand.

"Please, follow us," Ramirez said, and both of the small creatures turned and walked into the ship. Paxie was going to lead, but the tunnels in this vessel were… tight. Being a carrier, Paxie was about as big as Xoixes got, and they weren't confident in their ability to move around in such a claustrophobic space, especially with their full environment suit on. They turned to Klte.

"Go ahead; I might have trouble."

"Aye, sir," Klte hissed in its rasping voice. It clicked forward, and Paxie also allowed Kime to pass before finally stepping in and bringing up the rear.

Paxie couldn't see well over Kime's shoulders, but they heard the moment when Klte popped the seal on its helmet. Ramirez gasped again, something struck the metal floor, and Kime halted abruptly.

"What happened?" Paxie barked, perking their ears against the inside of the helmet.

"Nothing, we're all fine," Ramirez replied. Kime tried to look backwards, but there was no room in the tight hall. Paxie shifted, trying to get any kind of view, but their helmet just smacked against the cable routing in the top of the hall. They gritted their teeth.

"Admiral," Kime uttered, and she had turned off her translator. Paxie did the same.

"Yes?"

"I don't have a good understanding of their chemical biology yet, but these creatures are exhibiting signs of extreme stress."

Paxie watched Kime's back as they all clamored through the corridors. "You're my eyes, Ensign."

"Their muscles are tense, eye movement is rapid as far as I can tell, hypersensitivity to sound and visual input, and I may be detecting altered blood-flow."

Paxie held back a self-deprecating sigh. They had truly thought Klte's appearance would be soothing, but there must have been something about it that set off the new aliens. Paxie couldn't help but wonder what possible characteristic a Qomo had that was unsettling.

"We'll see if distance with Sergeant Klte will make a difference," Paxie said. "Hopefully our new friends will be comfortable enough joining us to tell us what's happening here."

#writing #writeblr #humans are space orcs #sci fi #Fayte writes #barely edited #like really truely I gave this a cursory glance at best #I'm a little impatient to post this since it's been so long #anyway

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wh0re4gambit · 1 year

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ꜱᴄᴏᴛᴛ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀꜱ ᵀʰᵉ ᵍⁱʳˡ ᵗʰᵃᵗ

ꜱᴄᴏᴛᴛ ꜱᴜᴍᴍᴇʀꜱxꜰᴇᴍᴀʟᴇ!ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ

ɴᴏ ꜱᴘᴇᴄɪꜰɪᴄ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇ

»Just ask her out already.«

Scott immediately snapped his head to looked at Jubilee in disbelief and shushed her.

»What, nooo « he whisper shouted.

»Why not? I mean you two would look so cute together aaanddd...« she pointed her finger up to signal him that shes not done yet » its been one hell of a long minute since you've been in a relationship since you and Jean broke up.« Scott was about to open his mouth but Jubilee stopped him once again »Ah I'm not done.« And took a bite of her sandwich »Since she joined the team, you are head over heels for her. Always stare at her and zoom out when she walks by, once you mention her you cant stop talking about her, Y/N did this today, Y/N ate that today, oh look this t-shirt has the same color as Y/N's eyes, Y/N-...« the seventeen year old mocked the team-leader. »Okay I got it, but would you keep it quiet.«

»Only if you ask her out« Jubilee challenged Scott.

»Jubes why would she want to go on a date with me. We barely talk and-« »Barely talk« She scoffed ironically »You two talk for hours ones you guys stumble across your guys way, trust me Scott, I got my reasons and really, really, really good sources that tell me, she'll definitely, 100% would go out on a date with you when you ask her« She took another bite of her gold-brown toasted sandwich.

»If you don't do it I'll do it for you« she shrugged and was about to hop of her seat just before Scott could grab her wrist, in a rather hectic motion.

»Ok, Ok. I'll ask her, just, you know not in the next few hours.«

»Within the next 36 hours, which gives you time till tomorrow 8 p.m.« Jubilee grabbed her sandwich and with one smooth nod, she made her pink sunglasses drop down from her head to her nose and walked off, god knows where.

'Okay, no big deal, you just go to her and start some smalltalk, ask her if she's interested in going on a date and the rest is up to her.' Summers told himself.

He stood up from the table while taking the last sip of his coffee and made his way down to start a long day of work and when this one was done, he would ask the girl that was able to make him blush, out.

The girl that sometimes lets her temperament get the best of her.

The girl that he could talk to for hours that seem to be minutes.

The girl that wasn't afraid to even call Logan out.

The girl that would do everything in her power to protect those who cant.

The girl with the most beautiful eyes ever, and how these start fill with passion every time she starts talking about things shes so passionate about.

The girl that-

»Scott, are ya' even listenin' to me, Sugah?«

»Hm? No, I'm sorry Rogue would you repeat what you just said.«

Rogue chuckled »Ya' have to ask her out, literally every time ya' think about her, you start smillin' like a school girl and also get all blushed up like one too.«

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A few hours have passed and Jubilee made her way towards the control room of the danger room, with a bag filled with burgers.

»Soooo did you ask her out already?« Jubilee walked into the control room with Scott sitting on one of the three chairs in front of tons of buttons.

He just turned around with his lips pursed together.

Because much to Jubilees surprise right next to him was Y/N with a confused look on her face.

»You know what Scott, I'm just gonna leave this here ... « And placed the bag of burgers on a small table »... and leave you two alone« and made a 180° turn to leave as promised.

Scott now getting back to his original position starring at some invisible point in front of him still lips pursed together.

»Soo who is the lucky lady you are planning on asking out?« Y/N asked in a sarcastic voice and bumped the shoulder of the man next to her.

»Uh..« 'now or never Scott' » It's actually you.«

»Oh.« Y/N took a second, because she was genuinely surprised by his respond.

She had never expected Scott to be even remotely interested in her.

Was she interested in him? Definitely.

»So what are you waiting for?« she asked him him, now completely facing him, but him still not daring to look at her.

»Enough confidence to accept being rejected, I guess.«

»And what if there is no rejection to accept?«

He turned his head around looking into her eyes, consuming every single detail, wether its the slightly different colored dot or the tiny transitions between shades.

»Well than I'd be really happy and looking forward to the date with the most beautiful woman looks and personality wise.«

»Well, then why not ask now...«

"The girl that-" ... made him forget everything else.

»Would you like to go on a date with me?«

»I'd love to Summers.«

A big smile grew onto Scott's face.

»Then just dress nice, I'll pick you up at 7 and the rest is a surprise.«

»Sounds like a good plan.«

#scott summers #cyclops #x men comics #xmen #comics #marvel #scottsummerfanfiction #scott summers x reader #scott summers fanfiction #i hate this guy actually #cyclops x reader #like how can u like him #ew #anyway

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artsyriv · 1 year

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The End

24 hours turned into 36 hours, which turned into 72. All of that time, Barry didn't sleep, instead asking everyone on the crew when they had last seen her, and taking a flyover of the local area. There was no sign of her.

Days turned into weeks. The monotony of it was driving Barry insane. He woke up, researched a new location, then scouted it with Taako, then back to the ship when they inevitably found nothing. Even Taako wasn't as ruthless as Barry, taking time to eat and sleep. These were luxuries that he couldn't afford.

Sometimes he would break down in the middle of the night and Lucretia would make him a cup of tea. He didn't know why she was up, or why her knuckles were stained with ink, or why she looked so sad, but he appreciated the gesture. She tried to tell him to sleep but he ignored her, crashing for the bare minimum to stay functional. Functional as if he were a robot.

He felt like a robot. The world felt grey and distant, and everything felt like a task, a chore assigned to his program. He didn't understand the glances towards him and then away, the whispers.

Merle and Magnus persuaded him to take a shower and a nap after day 8, but when he had collapsed into his bed, he could smell her and he started crying so hard that he couldn't breathe. Magnus had come in to check on him, and when he saw the situation, he picked Barry up and put him in his own bed.

They didn't suggest he try to sleep in his own bed again, but offered theirs as a lifeline. Barry knew they pitied him but he didn't have time to care. He had to keep working. He had to find her. She had to be out there somewhere.

Weeks turned into months. Dead end after dead end was detailed on the map in front of Barry's eyes but he could barely focus. His hands shook from too much coffee, black coffee, he didn't have time for anything else.

"Barry, can I talk to you for a minute?" It was Davenport, although Barry had to blink a few times to make sure.

"Sure."

They went into his office and Davenport began immediately. "Barry, you're unstable. You need to pull yourself out of your self-destructive spiral for the sake of the mission-"

"THE MISSION?" Barry didn't register his volume but Davenport's face showed his shock. "THE MISSION'S OVER! We can't get home, we outran the Hunger, we did it! There is no mission anymore!"

Davenport took a deep breath. "Ok, then. How about for Lup?"

"LUP'S GONE!" The silence extended beyond the room, the entire ship was silent, as if everyone was listening in. "Dav, I have to find her."

"You can't do it like this."

That didn't stop Barry from trying. He was trying something different now. If Lup hadn't come back yet, she might be stuck as a lich without a body. And, lucky for both of them, his Relic would allow her to have a new body. He just had to go and get it.

Taako walked into the room, stepping past crumbled paper and spilled inkwells and dirty mugs. "How's it going?"

Barry's head jerked up from where he had nodded off. He wiped away some drool that had formed. "Oh sorry, I- sorry, so, um, anyway, there’s a… there's a dungeon out beyond the Felicity Wilds? It's a… subterranean… demonic keep… thing. There’s a bunch of arcane energy coming off of it. I was gonna check it out tonight, if you wanna come with."

Taako looked at him with such pity but Barry tried his best to ignore it. "Yeah, where were- where were- remind me, how far is that in relation to the last glassing?"

Barry pointed to a spot. It was far from the last glassing, closer to some of the previous ones. He knew it was a stretch, but he couldn't tell Taako his real reason, not yet. There hadn't been a glassing in months, so it was fine to work back a ways, right? "I've triangulated it here."

Taako shrugged, buying it for at least the moment. "Yeah, it seems like a good a place as any. Do you want to do the usual: I’ll go down and start casting around, see if I can pick up anything, and then- you start talking to folks?"

Barry nodded, but he couldn't fight the ever-growing feeling that it was useless, this was all useless. She was dead somewhere, or started a new life or something. She was gone. He just had to accept that. "Taako, what if she's just gone?"

"Who?"

The floor fell out from under him. He was missing something, he was doing something. He had to remember something but there was something else in the way. It was all fading and dusty and as he looked at the map, he couldn't remember what he had been looking for. "Ta-Taako, I'm-" Taako had to remember. He knew. He was supposed to know.

"What if who's gone?" She looked like Taako, they looked like Taako? They looked like? He was grasping at memories that were fleeing from him. He looked at Taako and saw a stranger. What was his name again. Lup.

"What are we…? Oh, god, Lup… Taako, I’m- I can’t remember her face, Taako. Taako, where-" Barry grabbed at the table, at his face. What was wrong with him? He was missing something big, something important. He couldn't live without it.

"Whose face?" And if Taako couldn't remember, then no one could. Not unless they were the Voidfish.

"Is this Fisher?" Not unless they were a lich. Barry's eyes snapped to Taako's wand. They were out of options. Out of time. He knew what had to happen.

"Taako, k- kill me! Right now! I’ll- I’ll remember if I’m a lich, I can- please, Taako, just kill me! It’ll- I’ll be okay! I can’t forget, I’m, I’m, begging you, please, Taako! Please!" And then a bolt hit his chest. And another in his stomach. Barry staggered backward, his back hitting the railing hard. This was the end of everything.

He saw Taako standing there, and for a moment he almost reached out, almost thought it was her. But then the static claimed that thought, and he was just a strange elf who had a look of panic and dread. Barry gave a thumbs up and a smile. It's all he could do.

Consciousness was painful. It had been so long since he had last slept. There was wind rushing in his ears, in his hair, as he fell. He let go.

#the lover #taz who #taz balance #fanfic snippet #taz spoilers

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criolla-star · 5 days

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Overwhelmed (Vinny x Garmadon) part 36

(I suggest you check out parts 1-35 if you haven't already)

It was the next morning and Garmadon woke up and by morning I mean 8:31. The oni sat up and noticed Vinny sleeping next to him, he wasn't facing him or hugging, he felt a little sad but let out a sigh. "What's going on with you..." Garmadon whispered to himself as he stroked his hand through Vinnys' hair. Truth was Vinny had only gotten 2 hours of sleep last night due to Enjis' tormenting and how long he was staring at the roof.

The oni stood up and thought it was best to leave his lover alone to rest but he went to the kitchen where he saw Lloyd, Zane, Kai and Wu. "Morning brother" Wu greeted his brother when he realised he walked in, "Morning" The other three said, "Morning..." Garmadon responded before sitting down next to his son. "Will Vinny not be joining us?" Wu asked as he poured himself and his brother some tea and pushed the cup towards him.

"I think it's best he has some space...." The oni replied as he looked down to the cup of tea, "He alright? Is it like yesterday?" Kai asked curiously as he drank some coffee, not all of them knew why Vinny really didn't come down yesterday they just made up a lie that he was sick. "No....just really tired..." Garmadon responded he was avoiding eye contact which was unusual for him and it was obvious he was lying. "Kai, Zane, can you two go somewhere else, I wanna talk to my dad alone" Lloyd whispered to his friends which they listened, "Sure, was gonna go train either way" The fire ninja said before leaving probably to go outside, while Zane nodded, "Pixal does need my help" The ice ninja said before leaving.

"Did something happen between you two?" Lloyd asked as he sat down in front of his father who was still looking down. "Why would you suggest that?" Garmadon replied starting to get a little defensive as he took a sip of tea. "Lloyd does have a point, I've noticed you have been quite distant with him...and no one is confirming he's mad with you" Wu added he knew why Vinny was acting like this but had to keep it a secret due to him trusting him.

"It isn't my fault! He's the one that keeps pushing me away every time I ask him about it!" Garmadon hissed, he really was triggered at what they were saying, he didn't want to be distant to Vinny, he wanted to stay close and protect him and he felt like he was failing at that. "No one is blaming you, we are just wondering if something has happened to him that you know of" Wu replied as he calmed his brother down. "I...I don't know, he's been quiet and avoiding my question" The oni added.

"Why don't you keep bothering him about it?" Lloyd asked curiously, he really was unaware of everything like Garmadon, Wu was told by Vinny what was stressing him mainly because Vinny didn't want to worry Garmadon. "I've tried....he tenses up and his mood changes completely, I don't want to upset him in any way" The oni responded as he drank more tea. "Maybe you shou-" Wu was about to say something when Vinny walked in. "Morning" Garmadon instantly said to Vinny hoping he was in a better mood......he was not in a better mood.

The cameraman looked back at Garmadon, "Morning..." he mumbled in reply before looking at Lloyd, "This is coffee right...?" Vinny asked as he pointed towards a jug, the green ninja nodded. The cameraman looked terrible he had black circles under his eyes and his hair was a mess, random strands poking out guess that's what 2 hours of sleep does. "You hungry?" Lloyd asking trying to act normal, Vinny shook his head and poured himself a large cup of coffee. There was an awkward silence between the four Vinny was drinking his coffee. "Soooo...did you sleep well?" Lloyd asked breaking the silence, Wu let out a sigh of disappointment at his nephews' dumbass question while Garmadon let out a groan. Vinny looked at him in silence and honestly it was deafening.

"Morning! What's for breakfast?" Jay said as he walked in, before looking at everyone and realising they were looking at Vinny, Jay looked at the cameraman who was staring at him. The lightning ninjas' eyes widened noticing how sleep deprived he looked, "Hah...I'll go out for breakfast with Nya instead, fine with you sensei?" Jay said out awkwardly, and Wu nodded in reply while Jay hurried off.

Vinny chugged the rest of his coffee before filling it up again, "I'm gonna be in my room..." The cameraman said before leaving. "Did...did he get any sleep last night?" Lloyd asked worriedly after Vinny left. "Yea...he was sleeping when I left" the oni responded before letting out a groan of annoyance and standing up. "Where are you going?" Wu asked curiously, "Going to make sure he gets some sleep" Garmadon replied before walking back to his room.

(HAUHAUIHAH I got some shit prepared for the next few chapters!!!)

#vinnyxgarmadon #garmadon #survivalshipping #fanfiction #ninjago #vinnyofngtvnews #gay #Master Wu #Lloyd #Jay #Zane #Kai

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PHOENIX - A teenage boy shot a man trying to break into his home near 75th Avenue and Camelback Road Friday night, police said.

Officers were called to the neighborhood at around 10 p.m. on Sept. 8, according to police.

Here are the details on what happened:

Who's the suspect?

Court documents identified the suspect as Juan Saavedra.

Saavedra, according to court documents, turned 36 on Sept. 11, three days following his arrest. Court documents listed a number of prior arrests and convictions for Saavedra, but those entries were redacted from the court documents we received.

In court documents, Saavedra is listed as a transient.

What led to Saavedra's arrest?

Court documents state that Phoenix Police officers responded to a residential neighborhood near 75th Avenue and Camelback Road for a burglary in progress call at around 10:05 p.m.

When officers arrived at around 10:13 p.m., they contacted a man in front of a home, later identified as Saavedra.

"As officers approached this male, they observed him to be suffering from apparent gun shot wounds to his abdomen and right arm," read a portion of the court documents.

Eventually, officers made contact with an alleged victim, who told officers she had received a motion notification on her security system, and then saw Saavedra on her security camera walking around the front of her home.

"The victim stated she exited her residence and gave the defendant several commands to leave the area or he was at risk of being shot, in an attempt to scare him away from the residences front yard area," read a portion of the court documents. "The victim stated she then ran back inside of her residence, instructing one of her children to close and lock the door behind her. The victim stated as she entered her residence, she began calling police and went to retrieve a firearm in order to protect herself, her husband and five children located inside."

The alleged victim, according to police, later heard Saavedra bang on a carport door. After she told her children to move away from the area and hide as far away as possible, she heard the glass windowpane of the carport door shatter, and Saavedra's hand reaching inside.

"The victim stated as she stood with the firearm, she observed the defendants hand came through the now open and broken window, and reached for the doors doorknob in an attempt to open the door,' read a portion of the statement. "The victim stated at this point her 13-year-old son, seeing that the defendant was attempting to make entry and his mother was not firing the firearm, in fear for the safety of himself and family, took the firearm from his mother and fired the firearm towards the defendant, striking him."

Saavedra, according to investigators, was later taken to the hospital for treatment of his injuries, and was eventually released into police custody.

What led to the incident taking place?

In an interview that was done after Saavedra was read his Miranda rights, court documents state that detectives asked Saavedra on why he tried to get into the home. Saavedra replied that he had been smoking methamphetamine with a friend for about 48 hours prior to the incident, and that he was trying to locate his friend in various residential yards.

"The defendant stated upon approaching the victim's residence he heard her inform him to leave the area. The defendant stated he then approached the carport door of the residence, and believed it to be his son, despite knowing the residence did not belong to him," read a portion of the court documents.

When asked by police if he knew his actions could scare the people inside the home, court documents say Saavedra replied, "Yeah, I mean I was high obviously."

So, what happens to the suspect now?

According to court documents, Saavedra is accused of 2nd Degree Burglary, which is a felony.

Meanwhile, a judge has set a $50,000 cash-only bond for Saavedra, according to documents.

Neighbors said they heard several gunshots. Some ducked down on the floor.

They say it’s troubling to hear police say this suspect was seemingly attempting to break into their neighbor's home randomly.

"I’m happy that they had something to defend themselves," a neighbor said. "I would have, we would have done the same thing, so I feel good for them."

#nunyas news

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Onyeka Family Update #2

All the Oneyka kids are finally married, so I think now is a good time for another update.

As a treat, this update will be from Adaeze’s POV, because we love to hear from a fellow snarker. Long post ahead because I probably won’t be doing this for the Onyeka fam again and I want to give a semblance of a conclusion to some of their stories.

My parents Bre (66) and Chukwuma (69) Onyeka are living their golden years in Henford-on-Bagley. I would say they tried their best at raising us but I’m not so sure I believe that. My parents and I don’t talk much, which is more than okay by me. They’ve forgiven me for the whole “secretly applied to college, snuck out and took a bus an hour away and never came back” thing. It’s the fact that literally everything else I’ve done after feels like a personal attack on them and everything they taught me. That’s more their problem than mine, to be honest.

The oldest Nnadi (39) is married to Miguel (39). They have a staggering quiver of 13 arrows: Gideon (21), Ephraim (19), Shoshanna(17), Bartholomew (14), Abigail (12), Obadiah (10), Keturah (8), Solomon (6), Tirzah (5), Maranatha (4), Galilee (3), Naphtali (1), Ebenezer (0). Yes, I definitely knew all the names of my sister’s kids off the top of my head and didn’t stalk her Simstagram and write down the names just a few minutes before this. Nnadi is obnoxious. I’m not mincing my words because she’s never had the grace to do so with me. She’s literally the person people talk about when they say they don’t like Christians. But that’s amazing for her. She can claim persecution for her beliefs. My parents are so proud that they made her a perfect little doormat for Jesus. All of her kids so far seem to be the same way. Glory be, I guess.

Kelechi (38) and Sandrine (41) are the Pastor and 1st lady of Calvary Baptist Church in Brindleton Bay. They have 4 children: Faith (16), Daniel (9), Noah (7), and Grace (5). They are, in my opinion, true Christians. Kelechi always has been supportive of me and my siblings that aren’t the way my parents dreamed. As a pastor, he tries his hardest to give objective answers and uses the bible to support his advice, which has led to his popularity as a mentor. Calvary’s population has nearly doubled in his time as pastor. Kelechi and Sandrine were not intending to have such a large gap between Faith and Daniel. Their marriage was very strained in the first few years and they thought having another child would be the fix. Unfortunately, Sandrine had a battle with cancer. Luckily it was caught in the early stages and she pulled through, but the way Kelechi treated her during that time strengthened their relationship and they had more children because they actually loved each other now. If anyone deserves that happy ending, it’s them.

My twin and favorite sibling Chidi (36) is in an open domestic partnership with the lovely Sade (37). They live in San Myshuno and have no kids, and probably never will. Chidi is an attorney and Sade is an artist. For awhile, Chidi flew under the radar and didn’t make too many waves but that changed about 5 years ago. I think it was a combination of turning 30 and meeting Sade that made him want to stop trying to appease our parents and just live the way he wanted. Chidi is no longer a Christian. He wanted to stay one at first but the more he deconstructed, the more he realized it wasn’t a fit for him.

It’s me, Adaeze (36)! The Onyeka family failure—not at all. My parents just wish I was. When my husband Raj (38) isn’t being an absolute dreamboat he’s an art restoration specialist at the Simsonian Museum here in Newcrest. We have the coolest little girl named Kali (6) and I haven’t told anyone yet, but we have a second baby on the way! My parents have never met Kali and I don’t plan on letting them. Growing up is hard enough when you don’t have your own grandparents trying to drag you into a cult.

My sister Isioma (34) and her husband Anwar (36) are living their best lives in Del Sol Valley. They have 5 kids and are expecting number 6 anyday now: Imani (11), Aaliyah (9), Malik (8), and twins Layla and Rahim (4). Isioma has somehow mastered the balance between impressing Mom and Dad and doing whatever she wants. As much as I love her, there are just some things that I can’t talk to Isioma about. She’s nowhere near as bad as Nnadi, but I don’t think she realizes just how close minded she still is. She’s slowly getting better though.

(hi it’s kwanjai please ignore that Layla’s hair glitched black and the twin’s diapers aren’t changed it’s been a long day and I refuse to take this pic again lmao)

Jachike (32) lives in Windenburg with his wife Maisie (29). They have 7 children: Renata (9), Beaumont (7), Irving (6), Gwendolyn (5), Cordelia (2), Anneliese (1) and Hans (0). I’m fully convinced that they only got married because they were horny for each other and now they don’t know what to do except keep fucking and having more kids. They don’t really seem well matched in my opinion either. Growing up, Jachike was a down to earth, guy next door type, and Maisie just seems extremely out of touch. I mean… she named a child Hans. Maisie also mentioned she only wanted 8 kids, but she’s got a lot of child bearing years left, so I have no clue what her plan is.

Nnadi Jr. Ifeanyi (29) is married to Nolan (40) and is the proud mother of 6 children: Jordan (8), Lorelai (6), Connor (5), Thomas (4), Alanna (2), and Natasha (0). The only difference between Ifeanyi and Nnadi is that Ifeanyi follows the bible’s command for women to be quiet. All that hate just simmers on the inside. The average person would be rightfully weirded out by her and her husband’s age gap, but Ifeanyi wears it with pride. She thinks it’s a testament to her maturity and meekness. No, bestie… you were groomed. Anyways, my money is on her to have the most kids out of all of us.

Ifeanyi’s much cooler twin sister Onyinye (29) is married to Joseph (29) and they have 1 daughter, Nwanneka (1). Growing up I became really close to Onyinye. When I moved out I felt like I was leaving behind my child. Onyinye is like me in a lot of ways: science career, having kids on our own terms, only ones with hot husbands. The only difference is she’s still a Christian. I’m proud she was still able to find the loving aspects of that religion, even though I wasn’t. I also love that she doubled down on her emo phase. I remember our mom used to force her and Ifeanyi to dress alike in sickeningly pink bows and huge, frilly dresses.

Lotanna (27) lives in a sad beige house in Henford-on-Bagley with his sad beige wife Tori (27) and their sad beige children Brixten (2) and Trigg (0). Lotanna is the sibling I’m most wary of. He seems normal on the surface, especially now that he’s married to picture perfect Tori, but then he opens his mouth and the foulest statement you’ve ever heard pops out. He’s never evolved passed edgy Simeddit thread humor, except now it’s not humor, he legitimately thinks that way. I seriously feel bad for his future daughters.

Sochima (26) has been married to Ciaran (28) for just under a year. I’ve never met Ciaran in person. He seems like the average guy we grew up with, which would be horrifying for me, but a dream for Sochima. Surprised that we haven’t gotten a pregnancy announcement from them yet. I would’ve put her up there with Nnadi and Ifeanyi in terms of the number of babies she would pop out. Wonder what’s going on there.

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