#yes fighting is important but a corpse is good for fuck all
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"leaving the state/country because it isn't safe is an act of privilege, you should stay and fight for change instead of being selfish"
fleeing persecution isn't selfish, it's survival and those who can flee should. shut the FUCK up about leaving being ~privileged~ sandra I don't want to fucking die here because I've been denied personhood
#I'm so done with people#of all the fucking things to complain about right now#yes fighting is important but a corpse is good for fuck all#absolute dipshits#can you imagine dying in texas of all places#anyways I'm apartment hunting atm wish me luck
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Pairing: Feysand
Rating: E
Tags: Smut, Angst, Necromancy & Resurrection, Ghosts & Haunting, Morally Gray Rhysand, Silver Fox Rhysand, Dark Magic, Halloween, Breeding Kink, Beast!Rhys, Biting
Summary: Feyre swallowed her horror and raised her tattooed hand. “The bargain was only for the rest of my life.”
Rhysand's grip on her tightened as he rested his chin on her shoulder. “Tamlin and I didn’t shuffle your corpse around for a week every month, if that’s what you’re thinking. I had to do some good old-fashioned graverobbing to get you, Feyre.”
Her spine stiffened. Prick!
(Or, what would have happened if Feyre wasn’t resurrected Under the Mountain?)
Read Chapter 3 on AO3 now! Snippet below the cut.
A beast of scales and spikes and fangs loomed large and black over Feyre.
Ice crackled through her veins and tensed the limbs that had just been rendered deliciously lax. Frigid terror warred with the desire that had turned her molten beneath her mate’s tongue, and base human instinct froze her body into place—the same that had once brought her eye-to-eye with a faerie wolf.
Fight or flight.
And, Cauldron fry her, she had never been one to choose flight.
“Rhys?”
“Yes, love?” the monster above her drawled—and Feyre saw what she didn’t before.
The familiar upward sweep of the beast’s cheekbones. The slant of the dark, slitted-pupil eyes. The elegant, regal line of his strange maw.
Each of us has a beast roaming beneath our skin, roaring to get out, Rhys had told her the day she spent cleaning lentils out of his hearth Under the Mountain, offering a glimpse of talons and shadowed wings while she brandished an iron poker at him. While your Tamlin prefers fur, I find wings and talons to be more entertaining.
Entertaining. Fucking hell, there was nothing entertaining about this horror in the slightest.
If she had any breath left in her lungs, she might have laughed hysterically and uncontrollably at herself. At the memory of the mortal girl who thought that a wolf, a Wyrm, and a half-transformed High Lord with only the dregs of his power were frightening. Those little spectacles had been nothing. Less than nothing.
Because now, above her? Rhys was terror given form, the primal fear at the heart of every nightmare in the flesh. He was a predator, built for rending limbs from bodies and tearing hearts from chests.
He was Winged Death.
Feyre swallowed, looking closer.
The golden brown skin she had waited centuries to touch was gone. All that remained now was a broad, massive body covered in layer after layer of rippling ebony scales. Ridged and almost featherlike, they blanketed him in impenetrable armor that stretched as far as Feyre could see. And where the scales ended, the massive, membranous wings of a demon began, jutting upward from his back—austere, violent appendages tipped in claws that glinted like daggers in the low light. The sharp, dark edges of them, of all of him, faded into the swarm of shadows that surrounded their alcove.
His shadows. The lethal camouflage of a male who bent the night to his will.
His hands curled around her waist, and she felt the razor-keen talons he had once leveled at Amarantha prick her sides. When she dared to glance downward, her eyes skimming his trim waist, she found that his even feet were transformed, replaced entirely by grotesque, clawed appendages she had no name for.
But that was of little importance once the rough, strange underside of his cock slid through her oversensitive, slick folds again. Made her suck in a sharp breath as the bond twinged and he lifted himself off of her so she could see that too.
Gods, he—
Her mouth went dry at her first glimpse of his considerable length, hanging heavy and hard over her stomach. It was the same midnight shade as the rest of him, her own wetness glistening like stars in the night along its length. But the coloring, the size, weren’t what snared her mind.
It was the ridges.
Her heartbeat accelerated to an uneven, excited patter in spite of herself.
#feysand#feyre archeron#rhysand#feyre#rhys#a court of thorns and roses#acotar#my fics#poltergeist darling#a court of thorns and roses fic
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Give meq tgat fefat <> roxy stuffff please
alright bear with me for a second i gotta paint a word picture
imagine youre roxy lalonde, right.
you just entered the game. youve got a bottle of momslime. your modus was literally built to hold ectobiologized goo. youve been feeling the weight of destiny on your shoulders -- YOU ARE GOING TO MEET HER. she might be dead but you are going to meet her.
and you get to your sprite,
and theres just
a fucking
CLOWN
and two corpses that he throws into the kernel.
(the first homestuck fic i ever read, Conference Call, has a version of the erisolsprite prototyping. they fought gamzee and got their fuckin asses kicked. its great.)
and then youre left with just. Some Alien Bitch. and its like the universe is teasing you, because she's partially the DIRECT DESCENDANT of the fishwitch what killed your mom, and also a cat???? you are so sick to death of cats. you have been up to your fucking ass in cats. its just too much
and then she just. talks to you
and you slowly start to listen
you hear about her lives on alternia. what it was like being a princess, what it was like being the pauper. how they weren't even really friends, before -- they ran in different circles.
but they're one person, now. one person dedicated to *helping you.*
we never find out how roxy quit drinking, or who helped her through it
(it was fefeta)
and fefeta *loves* you. she listens to you talk about boys. you talk about your mom. fefeta never really spoke to her... but her nepeta half *knows what happened to your kitty frigglish* after he died. and frigglish said that your mom was okay.
that everything was going to be okay
and it's just. jane had her shit. jake was up in his shit. dirk had fucked off with his shit. and roxy really only had fefeta!!!!!!!!
and i think they were moirails and i think they loved each other so much. frankly. tbf.
roxy is a trans woman, fefeta is newly plural. they have a lot in common. tbqh. its like. its very beautiful. in my eyes. in my vision.
and then
she dies
and this is like. this is a really big fucking deal honestly?
fefeta's death is like. a huge thing. its one of the only things she tells john about when summarizing the entirety of her session.
and this isnt something she magically gets back in the post-retcon timeline, either
like... when fefeta dies, there isnt a post-retcon fefeta. (we'll GET TO YOU JASPROSE.) it's just roxy who remembers fefeta's existence at all -- her friends dont have any connection to her. *nobody alive in all of reality* remembers her.
fefeta isnt just dead, dude, shes Fucking GONE. shes the goner ever. shes fuckin erased.
but honestly
on a level? good for her.
we've seen what being in homestuck does to people. it warps them, reshapes them. (see the new hsbc upd8 for some cool imagery about it.) fefetasprite was never a real part of the story. she got away with being silent -- her words are hidden from us. she was never in LE's clutches.
and why would LE even want to clutch her
she's the sword that's going to kill him, after all
:3
i call fefetasprite the "cat fish witch" for a very important reason. a) its cute BUT B). if you look at caledfwlch, dave's sword, and just sorta. squint at the word. it looks like cat fish witch. that's fefeta. she Iss the cat fish witch.
so what does her death mean?
well it's not like dave used an UNBROKEN sword to fight LE.
feferi is the part of the sword still left in the stone. the part we forgot and left behind.
which leaves Nepeta, the other half of this broken sword, of the Cat Fish Witch
to kill the shit out of Lord English. B33
the sword was always going to kill him!!!!!!!! fefetasprite was the sword!!!!!!!!!!! NEPETA WAS ALWAYS FATED TO DEFEAT LORD ENGLISH!!!! AM I CLINICALLY INSANE? YES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
anyway. all this to say.
i wrote a fic about this.
check out the second work in the series for roxy processing the emotions that none of her post-retcon friends remember her moirail. it's some good stuff i think!!!!!!! also hal is there!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
anyway jasprose is just roxy's initial dream of reviving her mom in her kernelsprite brought to life through the most roundabout and indirect and stupid way possible. send POST
#hs meta#homestuck#homestuck fanfic#etch asks#fefetasprite#feferi peixes#davepetasprite^2#nepeta leijon#my fanfic#roxy lalonde#roxy <> fefeta
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Hello Pinnie, I hope you're doing well! I wish you a week full of many bagels! ❤
How would Nebul react if his usually well behaved, and sociable pearl were to bite or perhaps shove one of his clients out of fear? Maybe a particularly rude monster decided it would be funny to intimidate and prod at his poor pet, and human instinct kicked in. Would he be upset about the misbehaviour? I think you mentioned something about clients not being able to touch his Pearl at all in the past? On the off chance a monster decided to be foolish though, I'm quite curious!
[Hellow and thank ye! :y]
Nebul usually has you well shielded from clientele, especially in the beginning stages of your "relationship". Though, the more time passes and the more agreeable you become, the less he'll be preoccupied with you pulling silly stunts if left to wander the shop.
When people are around however, you've been warned to remain in his line of sight at all times. More people means you have to stick closer to him. Although Nebul was initially extremely apprehensive about clientele interacting with you socially, you've proven to be able to handle yourself in simple chit-chat, always redirecting clients to him when things get awkward or when they ask about products. He's become a little lenient, allowing regulars to greet you and occasionally -Very rarely- Pet you on the head.
He's usually good with keeping an eye on you. In fact, attentive to people's energies as wraiths tend to be, Nebul can usually clock who's there to fuck around and keep them in line. He would need to be distracted to miss a monster getting violent or handsy with you.
Aside from biting them, you were probably smart enough to scream for you Master. Because, even if you're not sure what will unfurl of this situation, it's better to be possibly punished by him than mauled by a rowdy client.
It's always hard to tell when Nebul's angry.
But when his hood flies down and his mist spreads like a toxin across the room, one can safely assume they fucked up royally. The first thing he does is immediately incapacitate the stranger, invading their mind forcefully, and put in simple terminology, eating it. In plain sight. Nebul's claws hold the fallen monster's neck in place, head surrounded by swirling, mistifying hues that, although pretty, are leaving nothing but emptiness and destruction in their wake. The good, the bad, memories, traits, identities, all swallowed into the abyss of the undead's head, making him crackle with energy.
The monster lies catatonic on the ground, eyes blank, drooling. They're not dead physically, but considering there's nothing but wind going through that head, they may as well be a corpse.
Next, you're silently examined for damage, which he'll take care of post-haste, as you're his most important asset. Your nervousness doesn't escape the undead, and he assures you didn't step out of line. When you know that screaming for him isn't an option, you should fight indeed. But, now that he thinks about what happened, you might be taking a step back from the frontlines of his shop...
It's for your own good.
He wouldn't know what to do if something happened to his precious pearl.
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How would you write Feferi to be more important? I'd probably have her interacting with the Harleyberts if only to bring back the weird connections they have cause of the Condesce
Hmm okey fuck this is a complicated one, i'm not the type to rewrite homestuck besides silly aus, with the Earth C Au being like, the biggest one in there and is not really a rewrite of The Epilogues/HS 2 and more of it's own separate thing
-Feferi's biggest contribution to the plot in Homestuck is the creation of the Dream Bubbles so I think like a good way to make her more important to the plot is making her necessary in the whole Lord English/Calliope/Treasure Hunt thing? Like who is going to know better in how to look for something in the Dream Bubbles than Feferi who created them? Like have her as a Guide, someone who you ask when you get lost or have questions and stuff
-Another one could be Feferi visiting Jade's dreams in her 3 year journey. I know that for some reason June and Jade couldnt really visit the dreambubbles a lot while in the ship? Was it ever explained why? Anyway I think you could make Jade have rare dreams where she meets Feferi, like maybe is the only bubble that is close by for her to have dreams in but Feferi is the only ghost there for reasons. Or maybe she is not the only ghost there but is the only one who Jade knows. You could make it for Jade to have this rare but important convos with her, maybe they have a tumoltuos relationship with her as they don't really get along at times but theyre the only other person there who you know so you push for a friendship that starts not the Best but becomes something comforting in this three year alone journey.
That is a way to give her more relevance even if she is dead, if you want to bring her back or make her stay alive entirely you could do:
-Eridan didnt kill her, she either survived the blast, avoided it or she was healed by her God Tier Ghost version, it doesnt really matter. Feferi survived but everyone else didnt and Gamzee hide the corpses/Vriska wants to wait to prototype them or smt. So now Feferi is part of the meteor crew, yay, that also means Sollux probably dump her right there, not yay
So what could Feferi in the three Journey? She could be learning how to use her powers as a Witch of Life without being God Tier so she can help in the upcoming battle, she could evolve a deeper friendship with Karkat as he was the other closest person to Eridan (yes Feferi/Karkat friendship, it's my blog I can do whatever I want/jk), she could help the crew how to navigate the bubbles better. She could join to fight the Condesce or maybe go fight the Jacks if she doesnt want to fight her. Help Jane and Jake with their fight tho
-This option is if she dies but is brought back to life later. We don't really find out a lot about the shenanigans of the Alpha Kids and their dreams, all of them lost their dream self so they had to be in the Dream Bubbles when they slept. Sooo you could make Jane befriend Feferi there! Or Roxy as they got along as Fefetasprite I feel they could befriend even if she is not fefeta anymore.
In her friendship there they could talk about Alternia and the Condesce, failed romance, etc. Maybe because of this friendship, Jane wants to revive her even though Feferi says it would probably be imposible to do without her body. Anyway the whole shenanigans happens and they revive her in the lilypad! Maybe with the rest of the trolls tho, it honestly depends on how you want to write it.
Ando thats all the ways I could come up to make Feferi more relevant jeje
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I love the Alex/Gaz stuff, anyway could get a short and angsty hurt/comfort where someone has Gaz to get to the 141 (this is when no one know where tf Alex even is but him and Gaz r already together) and like somehow he hears about it and just goes full protective/vengeful boyfriend to get Gaz back?
Maybe some hurt Gaz at the end and guilty Alex? Ofc happy ending plz ?
Smut or no smut whatevr is fine with me your writing is so good :)) <3
Love hurt/comfort! I never have an excuse to write it so thank you so much for the ask!
Also, this is a loose version Alex’s perspective to this post by my wife.
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Alex heard about it from the strangest of places. He was sitting in on someone being tortured, waiting to see if they gave them any information on his mission.
The person turned towards him and sneered. "Surprised you're not asking about him."
"Who?" Alex tilted his head. "Makarov?"
"Oh, you don't know?"
"Know what?" Alex knew the man was baiting him, but maybe he'd slip something more important in.
"Your little boyfriend. The posh british one. I know his team is looking for him. Surprised you aren't." He sounded so unbearably smug.
Alex heard a harsh ringing sound before he stood up. "I need to make a call."
He contacted Laswell with his radio. The mission required radio silence, so she was surprised to hear from him.
"Everything okay?"
"Where is Gaz."
"I'm assuming with Price. Why?"
"I have someone in the other room claiming he's missing. Call Price now." Alex sat next to his radio and waited. And waited. Before her voice came back on.
"I'm so sorry Alex. They’ve been looking for him but I wasn't told an-"
"Kate. You understand. Send someone else to finish this up."
"Good luck, Alex."
"Yes, ma'am."
Two hours. All it took. He beat the guy to a pulp before he finally admitted a location.
He doubted he could really account the next few hours of his life. The plane ride was too long. Talking with Price was too irritating. He wanted to yell at them. Then there was the utterly silent drive because Alex was holding his gun just a little too tightly for anyone to want to joke. Even fighting his way into the building was overshadowed by the sheer anxiety. Revenge was fun and all, but he wanted Gaz first.
He hadn’t called. Yes, he was on a mission and wasn’t supposed to but that hadn’t stopped them before. He should’ve called Gaz. He would’ve found out sooner. Could’ve helped.
Then, he found his sweetheart hanging by his hands from the ceiling. He had an iv in and his body swayed just slightly.
Alex went to check his pulse, but he jerked slightly. “He’s breathing. Thank God.” He heard them having a conversation around him, but he ignored it, getting Gaz down. He cradled him.
“I’ve got you.” Gaz looked so tiny. He barely felt like anything in his arms.
“I’ve got you.” Rage bubbling in his chest as he looked at them. "Why didn't you fucking call me earlier?!" He held Gaz, wanting to protect him from everything.
"God, he's so fucking light. Get out of my way. You fucking idiots. You should’ve gotten us!" Gotten me. He could’ve helped.
"We thought we could find him." Soap started, unable to look at Gaz.
"Clearly fucking not!"
"Stop fucking yelling at us! This isn't helping the situation!" Price snapped. Alex wanted to keep screaming. Wanted to yell and fight and go back and beat the corpses of all the people they had shot to get into the place.
"Gaz, I've got you. Please hold on." Alex held him close, carrying him. He held him tight, worried he’d bruise him. Once he sat down, he buried his face in Gaz’s neck and held him, not wanting to look at anyone else. All he could feel was Gaz, pressing into him. He smelled like concrete and iron and Alex hated it.
Logically, he knew he had to let go of him so the medics could help. It didn’t make it easier. Ghost had to pry his hands off of Gaz and hold his wrists.
“He’s a tough kid. He’s going to be fine.”
“No thanks to you.” Alex spat at him.
Ghost stared at him and just shook his head. He kept the hold on him though, not wanting him to interrupt the medics.
“Why him?”
“I don’t know. I guess he’d hurt us the most.” Ghost answered honestly.
Alex wouldn’t cry. Refused. Gaz needed him to be tough for both of them.
The medics gave him the okay and Ghost let go of him. He grabbed Gaz’s hand and set his head on the hospital bed.
He heard the click of the door, indicating Ghost had left, but he didn’t look up.
“Gaz. Come on, sweetheart. Wake up for me.”
“Come on...” He mumbled. They were pumping him full of fluids. Trying to fight off the dehydration he thought one of them said.
Alex kissed his hand gently. They looked normal. Like his hands always did. He waited. He didn’t know how long.
Vaguely, judging by the passage of time, he was pretty sure he fell asleep a few times, though he couldn’t remember doing so.
Gaz made a weak sound and Alex straightened. “Gaz??”
He whimpered, trying to pull away.
“hey, hey, sweetheart, its me. Just me. Alex.” He gently cupped his face, trying to get him to look at him.
“Hurts.”
“I know. I know. They didn’t want to give you anything in case you’d been drugged.”
Gaz nodded, grimacing and looking up at him. “You came.”
“Of course I did.”
“I didn’t think anyone was looking.” Alex felt like he had been stabbed.
No, this was worse than that. Maybe eviscerated.
“Gaz. I started looking as soon as I found out. I would’ve scoured the entire earth to find you.” Alex kissed each of his knuckles, looking at him adoringly. “Everyone else was looking too. I just... happened to get lucky.” He decided to stick with that. He could tell Gaz later about them not contacting him. Right now, Gaz needed reassurance more than anything else.
Gaz looked at him, something scarily blank missing from those eyes. “Promise?”
“I promise.” Alex answered desperately. He wanted Gaz to believe him more than anything. Besides maybe him being okay. Not being in this stupid hospital bed.
He should’ve called. Should’ve messaged Price to ask how Gaz was doing. Should’ve never taken a mission that required him to go radio silent at all.
He kissed him gently, holding him.
“I love you. I love you so much, Kyle Garrick. I promise I’m never letting you out of my sight again.” Alex did cry this time. Stupid. Gaz didn’t need to be dealing with him right now.
Gaz kissed him lightly. “Just stay for now.”
“Anything for you.”
#Kyle Gaz Garrick#Gaz Cod#Alex Keller#Alex COD#Gaz x Alex#Alex x Gaz#call of duty#call of duty modern warfare#call of duty modern warfare II
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The Evil Goobers Quotes
Alex and Phillip come from @alice-angel12x
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Phillip, walking in with blueprints:Hey Boss I got a new— WHAT THE HELL?!
Alex, casually sitting on Phobus’ lap as Phobus sleeps: What? He said he couldn’t sleep alone.
He has no idea how it can be interpreted.
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Phillip: So, what, now I’m just supposed to do anything that Phobus does? I mean, what if they jumped off a cliff?
Alex: If Phobus were to jump off a cliff, they would’ve done their due diligence regarding the height of the cliff, the depth of the water, and the angle of entry, so yes. If you see Phobus jump off a cliff, by all means, jump off a cliff.
Phillip:You jump off a cliff!
Alex: Gladly. Provided Phobus did first.
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Phillip, walks into the kitchen to see Phobus: Phobus, it's 3 in the morning! Why on earth are you making chocolate pudding?
Phobus: Because I've lost control of my life...
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Phobus: Get in, loser, we’re committing vehicular manslaughter!
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Phobus: How do you want your coffee?
Phillip: Black, like my soul.
Phobus:...
Phillip:...
Phobus: Phillip, your soul is a latte.
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Phillip: I know one person who finds me funny!
Alex: Okay, who?... and you can't say yourself!
Phillip: Okay then I'm out.
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Phillip: Capitalizing every word in a sentence is vomit inducing.
Phobus: Enjoy Your Trip To Puke Land, Boy!
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Phillip: CHARACTER. FLAWS. ARE. FUCKING. IMPORTANT.
Phobus: Me when someone tells me to stop eating mayo packets like they’re gogurt tubes.
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Phobus: Do you want to play 20 Questions?
Alex: Sure!
Alex: Whats your favorite color?
Phobus, laser fucking focused: Triangle. Do you like men?
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Phobus: You’re overthinking this.
Alex: You don’t know the appropriate level of thinking, Phobus. What if I’m underthinking?
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Phillip: I have a bad feeling about this...
Alex: What do you mean?
Phillip: Don't you ever get that little voice in your head that tells you if you're going to get into trouble?
Alex: No?
Phobus: That actually explains so much
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Phillip: Alex said its my turn with the brain cell.
Phobus: Square up.
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Phillip: I feel like I can be myself around you.
Alex: You’re weird and quiet around me.
Phillip: Yes.
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Phillip: Astrology is fun because i can pretend that all of my behaviors are just a result of being a Gemini and not symptoms of mental illness.
Phobus: Being a Gemini is a mental illness. That’s not hate it’s just a fact.
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Phobus: I’m really glad “fight me” has replaced “sue me” in the common vernacular because I don’t have money, but I do have fists and I am always angry.
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Phillip: Oh, here’s my award for the most rules broken!
Phobus: That’s not an award, it’s an angry letter from our boss.
Phillip, hanging it on their wall: Well, it has the word ‘most’ in it, so I’m calling it an award!
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Phobus: When I said bring me something back from the beach I meant like a conch shell!
Alex: *Struggling to hold a seagull* Fucking say that next time
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Phillip: Well, needless to say. Uh-oh Spaghetti-os.
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Phillip: Look, Phobus! It's the good Kush!
Phobus: It's the dollar store, how good can it be?
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Phillip: You look like a corpse that was just pulled out of the river.
Phobus: Wrong. I look like a cool rock star who just OD'd in their own pool. Big difference.
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Alex: I hope you have an explanation for this.
Phillip: We have three, actually!
Phobus: Pick your favorite.
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Alex: I like to play this game called nap roulette. I take a nap and don’t set an alarm. Will it be 20 min or 4 hours? Nobody knows. It’s risky and I like it.
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Alex: If I die, my funeral will be the biggest party ever and you're all invited.
Phillip: "If"
Phobus: Great, the only party I'm ever invited to and they might not even die.
(Foreshadowing :0)
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TBA; Most quotes came from
Others are from me :]
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Anger
Northbound on the opalescent path, Saidelia paused for a few nights to rest at a monastery, serving as a waystation for travelers. The food was admittedly middling, and the beds were harder than she would have expected. Though it was unlikely anyone had ever thought it would serve mortals and their creature comforts.
She rose from the stiff, straw bed, dressing and donning her armor before departing with her rucksack tucked handily underneath her cloak. Outside her room, whatever took the place of a sun was starting to shine. The golden rays and gentle warmth that spread across her face added a quiet tranquility that seemed to escape her daily life.
After breakfast, Saidelia departed from the living quarters, hurrying through the courtyard of aspirants in various stages of acclimation to their new lives. Such as they were. As she stopped to watch, she recognized a familiar face. A stern, solid man in his forties and jet-black hair with a hand on the shoulder of an aspirant. The two seemed in the middle of a conversation. The Kyrian man seemed stuporous, merely acting out the motions of his memory. Beyond him was a winged kyrian woman watching his trial. The pair sat in the mirage of a tavern, lazily sipping from mugs. The older knight had just ordered the two another round, and it seemed that the pleasantries had ceased.
"Listen, son. I understand where you're coming from, and how you feel. Believe me. It wasn't too long ago that I was a little like you. For what it's worth, I think you're a good enough kid. And if things were different, I wouldn't be coming down hard on you. I get that you're some hotshot noble's spawn, but this isn't a gala, and neither of you are doing each other any favors playing puppy love."
"Yes sir. I understand, but--"
"No, you don't understand. This isn't some place you can wag your dick around, damn the consequences. This is fucking Northrend. I know you catch a break from some of the higher-ups who are trying to catch a break on supplies or pick up cushy gigs on the mainland, but I'm not one of these shitheads you can bat those eyelashes at and write to daddy about. The girl's got a lot on her plate, and you and your honeyed words and coiffed hair are a distraction. You picking up what I'm putting down?"
"You don't understand, Sir Dominicus, I love her."
"Love? Fucking love? Kid, you have known each other for three months. What the fuck are you on about love? Both of you need to pull your heads out of your ass and wise up. The dead are howling at the walls with great big talons made out of bone that'll rip through your coat as easy as they rip through your belly. And she'll see all that. You? You'll be okay. You're here because your father wants you here. It puts a certain prestige on the Couseland name. What you and your father play? It's chess for shitheads. He pops you into the fire of war, but you don't serve. You spend your time as a bookkeeper. Maybe a field medic in the infirmary if you're brave. Then after a year - maybe a few months if your dad's real important - of fiddlefucking around, you're a sitting officer who couldn't tell me the difference between a ghoul and a geist. We're going to be lucky if everyone back home makes it out the other end of this alive. Guttersnipes like me and her? Here? Up north? The only difference between her and those shambling corpses is about thirty seconds. Neither of you need to plan for the future yet, and I don't want her getting fanciful notions of your grandeur." To add insult to injury, the man extends his pinky with a flourish
"So what, is she supposed to just supposed to fight, die, and rot? What's the point of trying to plan for a better life if this is all there is?"
"Yes. That's exactly what she'll do. Kid, this is life. This is the height of honors for some bumblefuck commoner. Those colors she plans on getting? They're a death sentence. You think if every asshole who got a title lived to tell about it, the balance of power would stay the same? Do you really think the scales aren't weighted? Couseland doesn't mean something on accident. Years ago, your great-whatever-grandfather cast his die and the crown decided he was enough of a sycophant to keep around. The difference between me and you? Your father is smart. He plays the game well. You think Dominicus didn't used to carry prestige? Folks used to quake in their boots when they heard it. Every name you've heard more than twice used to belong to a great house. The difference between me and you is that my father wasn't as smart as the other assholes in the room. He got a knife in the belly, and I was too young and idealistic to play the great game. Now I don't have the luxury of a future. I scrape by with my knuckles, hoping that I'm eventually either old or battered enough to earn one of those mythical armsmen's pensions soldiers tell themselves they'll get one day. Same as the girl. And you'd do well to keep her mind clear while she's out there. Fighting for that better world that you high society types get to enjoy."
The kyrian puffed up, mimicking the actions he took in life, finally pushed to stand up for himself. By now he was brimming with rage, staring up at a man who seemed almost taller in memory, and a good deal more imposing.
"Is that all you think of me? Like I'm some opportunist trying to swindle her out of her youth and innocence? A monster who's going to leave her dead, or an old spinster? As if I don't have any semblance of humanity? I love her, Syler. You may think that she's some scheme in my tangled web. Do you have any idea why I'm even here? I signed up for the Crusade. My father didn't push me into it, I came here because I care about what's happening to our world. I-- fuck, I want to help people. Because I have enough conviction to care about making the world a better place, as opposed to the doom and gloom you peddle. At least I stand for something."
The older man finally broke, uttering a guffaw as though it had struck him in the gut. He stared contemptuously down at the kyrian who now wore a different face in death. Saidelia watched captively, feeling an oddly voyeuristic curiosity as the two relived a conversation from years past. Finally, the knight looked up into the sky, drawing a deep, strained breath.
"You just don't get it, do you? I'm giving this talk because I used to be you. You know what? I will humor you. Walk me through how this goes. In our wildest dreams, you and Saidelia are alive, we win this war, and the Lich King is defeated. All this business is wrapped up and we even get cocoa made for us by Fordring himself. Now what? What are your next steps?"
The young kyrian's face contorted into a sneer, just as it did years ago. He was almost brimming with derision when he spoke. His plan was so plain, so simple, and yet he could not impress it upon the knight several decades his senior.
"Well, then I would marry her. I'd be able to work for my father. And she... well, she could do whatever she wanted."
"Sure. I follow you so far. And in a perfect world, you could both live vibrant and fulfilling lives. Meanwhile, in reality, a man of your stature would be shunned by polite society if word of your tryst, let alone a public wedding were to take place. Look at it from your parents' point of view. A young, promising noble besotted with a commoner?"
"She isn't a commoner. She told me about her grandfather. He was a general in the first war."
"Kid, I've met her father. Or at least that booze-pickled, shit-shoveling excuse of a man who knocked up her mother. Whatever money, power, and stature the Draconis name used to carry either burned when Stormwind did, or he drank it away. Including the pot he used to piss in. Now your family. You got brothers, sisters?"
"Three older sisters, one older brother."
"Right. So an inheritance split five ways. You're already getting far less than a fifth. You're the baby. Your parents see you without teeth, and all this poetic babble about what's good and right might be enough on its own for them to give you little more than a pittance. Not to mention your siblings. If they see you as harmless enough, they might even see fit to do you in themselves. After all, if they slip some cutpurse a few lousy gold, they get to keep your share. Return on investment, I believe they call it in the business."
The Kyrian opened his mouth to protest, only to be shut down with a wave of the knight's hand.
"Yes, yes. They're family, they love you, and they would never do that to you. It's not what your parents would have wanted. Believe me, I had the same thoughts when I was your age. You may not get it now. You may even hate me for it, but I'm trying to help you. In time maybe you'll realize that."
With a bit of careful maneuvering, the knight managed to pull part of his surcoat back, exposing a deep scar in the recess between his clavicle and neck. The kyrian gazed at it curiously, his eyes widening.
"No really, I had the same exact thoughts," he repeated, sounding almost forlorn. "It may not seem like it, son, but I am trying to help you. Just as much as I'm trying to protect her. You may not get it now. You may even hate me for it, but in time maybe you'll realize that. I don't hate you. I don't even think you're a shit person. But it'd do you well to smarten up and think with something other than your heart." He patted the kyrian on the shoulder. "Oh and kid?"
"Yes sir?" That last word carried a venom it hadn't previously
"If you ever call me Syler again, I will skin you and line my boots with your hide. Now finish your pint and scram, yeah?"
The solemnity of the shade of Slyer Dominicus' words echoed in the silence. The man started to fade from view as the young kyrian's witness struck a vesper several times, reawakening the mand as the scene around him started to fade. Her voice was soft and cool, like gentle water running over him as he awoke. She set down her mallet, sitting with him and placing a hand on his.
"This memory seems to trouble you, Xipheles. I understand your trepidation. You have revisited it many times, and may yet many more. Please, I would have you speak of your troubles, so that we may resolve them. What perspective have you gained this time?"
Saidelia stood back, hesitant to interrupt the pair in the middle of their ritual. The younger Kyrian, apparently named Xipheles finally spoke. His voice sounded different. Still soft and melodic, yet it carried an aged quality that Saidelia didn't recognize in him.
"I... I don't understand. I know that I am not at peace with my memory, and yet I don't know why I am not at peace. I have witnessed it so many times. At first, I hated him. I hated the way he made me feel small, the way he assumed he could just assume how I felt and dictate it to me. I don't feel that anger anymore. I feel..."
"What is it you feel, Xipheles?"
"Pity?" He scowled, hardly believing the word himself. "I feel bad for him. His worldview was so narrow. As if he never had a choice in life; or at least, was never free of the choices he made. In life, I was convinced he was an asshole, but I guess I didn't understand that he was hurt too."
The kyrian woman smiled, soft and serene. "Empathy is far and away one of our most important tools as kyrians. The ability to understand what causes someone to take the actions that they take, and to see how the consequences shape them. Now, I would like to try one more meditation, if you would be so kind as to meditate one last time for today."
Xipheles nodded, slowly standing and closing his eyes once again, delving into that trancelike state. Strands of thin, wispy anima sprung from him, taking form. A row of howling ghouls began to charge. Opposite, an eerily familiar face that Saidelia recognized. Her own. In a line with her companions. Laying beside Xipheles was a wounded mage whom Saidelia remembered as Alvarez, whimpering piteously in a bloodstained robe. As the ranks of the undead drew closer, Xipheles seemed visibly horrified. He stammered out various incantations, hoping to stem the tide of horrors closing in on them. Saidelia felt a rush of panic, despite knowing the end of the memory. She leaped forward, taking the mallet and striking the vesper. Over and over as she desperately tried to dispel the ghouls. When she finished, panting and letting the mallet drop to the ground, the two kyrians looked on with shock and confusion. The elder of the two turned uncertainly towards Xipheles.
"I must consult with the archon. I am uncertain how to proceed," she stammered before taking flight and leaving the two to converse. Xipheles stared dumbfounded at the woman he used to know, still mentally piecing together the scene. She looked so real and yet so different from the paladin he remembered. She was older, haunted, and weathered.
"Saidelia?"
"Sam?"
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Thorned Roses Tend To Prick || P. JM
Pairing: Park Jimin X Reader
Summary:
Jimin sighs, looking at her face.
" I'm sorry, I don't think you get what I'm saying. You belong to me. Both physically and emotionally. Besides, you're nothing without me. " Jimin's face hardens, looking into her eyes.
She looks right back, appearing to not be terrified.
" I'm pretty sure it's the other way around. You are nothing without me. " She says, eyes sharp, obviously not backing down from his own.
Genre: uhh, yandere
Wordcount: 1.6k
Warning: aight sO First off, this fic is 14+, graphic murder but not too graphic, they're nearly having sex, no actual smut tho bc ew
Masterlist
[ A/N: Ps, I recommend listening to 'Slide' or 'Out of the roof' while reading this. Both songs are by Chase Atlantic. ]
Jimin sighs, looking at her face.
" I'm sorry, I don't think you get what I'm saying. You belong to me. Both physically and emotionally. Besides, you're nothing without me. " Jimin's face hardens, looking into her eyes.
She looks right back, appearing to not be terrified.
" I'm pretty sure it's the other way around. You are nothing without me. " She says, eyes sharp, obviously not backing down from his own.
Jimin might not be the tallest one around, but he's still a few inches taller than her, even though she's wearing heels.
Jimin chuckles darkly, licking his lips before suddenly stepping closer, gun suddenly pressed right to her throat.
"Want to guess again, darling? " He teases, metal of the gun cold against her skin.
" Do it. Shoot me. You'll either eventually end up shooting yourself with how smitten you are for me or you'll cry over my corpse long enough for someone else to shoot you. " She glares, stepping closer to him, seemingly unbothered with how the gun is pressing only further into her skin.
He smirks, laughing darkly before placing the gun back in it's holster. He roughly pulls her closer by her hair, their lips now touching even though he's smirking.
" Fuck you're hot. " He rasps before slamming his lips against hers.
Like almost all of their kisses, this kiss is once again a fight for dominance. There's a lot of teeth and biting each other's lips involved, and by the time the two calm down to catch their breath, they're sharing each other's lipstick.
" This shade of pink looks good on you. " Jimin smirks, looking at her mouth, running his thumb over her bottom lip before following the trail of lipstick down to her cheek.
" Maybe I need a little more of it? " She smiles, pulling his face closer to slam their lips right back together.
However, the moment their lips touch-
" Sorry Y/N, I'm going to need to steal Jimin for a moment, hope you don't mind. "
She recognizes the handsome man as Kim Taehyung, one of Bangtan's boys.
She huffs in displeasure.
" Again? Isn't this the fourth time this month? " She complains.
" Business calls my love. " Jimin says, loosening her grip on his neck.
He wasn't necessarily afraid someone in this club would dare to see her. Most, if not everyone around knew what she's capable of.
" Is business more important than me? " She asks cheekily.
Taehyung blinks, not knowing if she's teasing or not. He's heard stories of this woman, and how nasty she can be.
Meanwhile Jimin just grins, pulling her close once more, making Taehyung look away with a blush.
Yes, Taehyung is part of a gang. No, Taehyung is not a virgin. And yes, these two fluster him because they're obviously not shy.
" 'Course not, love-"
" Sorry to disturb, but she can come along if that's the problem. " Taehyung says meekly.
Jimin sighs, looking at the male. Jimin is obviously displeased by Taehyung disrupting them once more. However, much to Taehyung's relief, Jimin moves away from Y/N, taking her hands off him only to hold her hand.
" Well than, let's go if it's so important, " Jimin says.
It doesn't take them all too long before Jimin is seated at Bangtan's table. Y/N stood behind him with a hand on his chair. (He'd offered his seat up for her originally, but she mentioned she doesn't mind.)
RM's eyes only make their way over Y/N's form once, but doesn't mind her presence otherwise.
Jimin raises a brow impatiently, wanting to get this over and done with already.
RM, although he reads Jimin's behavior with ease, takes his sweet times explaining his idea. It's simple to understand, but with Jimin's and Y/N's buzzed minds, it takes 3 times to explain.
To put it simple and short, RM is asking Jimin to join the gang that is Bangtan. Bangtan is one of the most powerful gangs in the underworld, not as big as Exo yet twice as powerful. Most of the members are unknown.
Jimin isn't part of any gang. He's an assassin; He kills people without second thought for money. He isn't religious. He doesn't care who they are or what they have done. He isn't in a blood depth with anyone. He simply comes and gets the job done.
Hence why RM wants him. What empire wouldn't want an assassin who's as smooth as that? Besides, Jimin is quite literally insane. He isn't holy, nor does he have respect for life. He already went hunting by himself when he was younger, so when he had to choose a career, why not do what he already was good at?
Y/N is from RM's point of view a very shady person, even though the entire underworld is shady, Y/N seemingly has no background. No one knows what she has done, or how violent she can get. The only thing they know of her is that she's definitely got blood on her hands.
" I don't do gangs RM, you should know. I go with the highest bidder, and no one stays on top forever. " Jimin smiles easily, taking hold of Y/N's lap only to place her onto his lap.
She curls up into him easily. Her eyes seemingly holding a challenge as she looks right into RM's eyes.
Everyone in the room is slightly uncomfortable by her presence. Yes, they're used to prostitutes and women who lead gangs with self respect but just not her.
" See it this way. Both of you'll be untouchable-"
" Are you calling me weak? " She cuts RM off, cocking her head, faking a look of innocence.
" Look Angel,.. " A gang member Jimin nor Y/N are familiar with suddenly speaks up from behind RM.
Jimin doesn't like his tone, nor with how he's calling his woman Angel. However, Jimin likes to think of himself as a patient man. He'll let this play out for a bit.
Y/N herself raises a brow with a scoff on her face.
The unknown gang member doesn't seen to be able to take a hint, and so continues on.
" ... You see what it is? The world we involve ourselves in is very, , bloody. You wouldn't survive a day, Angel face. " He says, speaking as if he's talking to a common prostitute.
" Angel face? You think my woman is pretty? " Jimin suddenly asks.
The tension grows a lot thicker, yet RM does nothing to attempt to save his gangmember. Who orders has to pay the bill.
" Well, yes. Of course. -"
" Ah, I see, you want her? " Jimin smiles.
Taehyung's eyes widen as he suddenly catches the shift in Jimin's eyes. The lovesick look replaced by utter lust. Taehyung knows the man well enough that this man's lust wasn't for sex, he wanted to see blood.
" Well, I wouldn't say that but-" The gangmembers smiles stupidly, his ears tipping red.
" No buts! Congratulations, she's all yours. " Jimin smiles.
He patts her butt twice, and she gets up easily. Unwrapping her arms from around his neck like a snake.
Now all of Bangtan is surprised, was the lovesick psycho really giving away the thorned rose he loves so much? Surely not right?
She smirks as she straddles the new guy's thighs, settling down on top of him easily.
Jimin's eyes darken as he looks at the two of them, looking at the way she runs her arms over the man's chest before growing bold and thursting her hips into his.
The man chokes out a sound as she does so, not having expected ger to do that. He shivers as he catches Jimin's dark eyes onto his form.
" H-hey look- I didn't mean any trouble-"
" Trouble? " Jimin suddenly smiles.
" You're not in trouble. You wanted her and now you have her. " He continues on.
" I-"
" You should know though, her favorite colour is red. " Jimin says before taking out his gun.
Y/N holds the man still to his chair with sick smile.
Taehyung flinches when a single shot is fired.
The man sags in Y/N's hold as his body drops dead, and she easily steps off the man, tugging him down to let his body fall to the ground.
Jimin steps towards her, softly wiling off the blood that's splattered onto her face. Her clothes look a lot worse.
" Red suits you too. " He smiles as he swipes his thumb over her mouth.
" Want a taste? " She grins, eyes heavy lidded as she closes in on him.
RM clears his throat as they start making out, making Jimin groan into Y/N's mouth. He presses his lips harder onto hers as he pulls her closer for a second, squeezing her ass for a moment before letting go.
" We'll think of your offer. " Jimin smiles forcedly, before pulling Y/N along with him as they leave the room.
And as always, they leave chaos in behind. And a dead body.
[ A/N: Congrats, u found the darkest bit of my mind (kidding there's worse shit in there oops) Anyway what did y'all think of this? I like the switch from The Baby Project to whatever this is. ]
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I had to force myself to wake up half an hour ago in order to catch the premiere; it's gonna be a challenge to do this for as long as they have the show scheduled at 8PM, but I'm ride or die, let's go.
Previously on Quantum Leap: The timeline almost got broke in half, and the main characters were unaware that they had gotten renewed (hence why Ben is still leaping).
I love how they included the fight in the Accelerator.
And Ben is in a broom closet. "This can't be happening." Welcome to Season 2, buddy.
"Maybe if I say all the names, I'll be allowed to leave."
"Somewhere over Russia. Fuck you if you want specifics. You're not even getting the full date, that carried over from Season 1."
I love how they are blatantly foreshadowing the Roswell episode that the season trailer teased.
I am half expecting this to turn into that one bit from Uncharted. Do they have the money to have the plane open mid-flight?
"It's a SAM!" Hey, Sam finally shows up in this, nice. (ba-dum-tish)
"I can save the plane!" Ben, that is what we in the business call "Tempting Fate".
Cut to Ben unconscious on the ground, looks like he saved the plane!
I love how this is blatantly the Arizona desert.
"Hey, help me move these giant wheels!" "Maybe physics will save the day."
Okay, he looks less like he's in pain, and more like he's trying to not laugh.
"Addison, this leap fucking sucks, I hope you can hear me say that."
Lady, choose your priorities, that crate is gonna get you killed.
The CGI explosion powerful enough to slow down time. Truly this is 1978.
Maybe kick the radio, that should fix it.
What kind of name is "Grier"?
"Should we say something about the captain?" "...well, uh... up until the plane crashed, he did good..."
Look, Iowa and Idaho are basically the same state, he gets points for trying.
Ah, yes, rob the corpse, that's classy- "His wife should have this." And I feel like a dick.
Meanwhile, in Timeline B.
Let me guess, Addison B is the person who showed up in the Accelerator at the end of last season.
"Look, Ben, trust me, it's for the best that Addison is leaping instead of you, you don't want to be in 1978, pretending Arizona is Russia."
[I only just now realized these are meant to be flashbacks.]
"How are you saying this is a metaphor?" "Well, fuck off, how about that, buddy?"
I will laugh if it turns out that crate secretly contains the Ark of the Covenant, or some shit like that.
"I AM NOT WASHED OUT, IT'S JUST THE COLOR PALETTE THEY CHOSE FOR THESE SCENES IN EDITING!"
"So, we're gonna die 'cause of feminism?" Can he die next, show?
What if it turns out Ben invents MacGuyver?
And this is the third time Ben is openly talking to himself out of stress, he is the most relatable character in the episode.
Plot twist: Ben has to save the crate, everyone else is expendable.
"I thought you were an atheist?" "Honestly, at this point, I might still be, today's still young."
Talking about the importance of memories to a swiss-cheesed man is the most unintentionally rude thing you could do.
"Buddy, did you secretly become a different person in the middle of the plane crash?"
The Russian Pickup Truck of Evil
Luckily, no one looks up, so Ben and friend are hidden.
[Can you tell that, outside of Grier, I don't know anyone else's name?]
And now they have hostages. Ben and friends are winning Russia.
Yep, just casually speak Russian, it's bad enough you forgot you were supposed to be a single-guy atheist, Ben...
At this point, Ben is just agreeing to whatever he wants in order to made the leap end sooner.
[Even if these are flashbacks, you can just tell that a certain person online is fuming over the Project subplots still being in Season 2.]
Hi, Ian, I'm from the future, fuck your math.
Maybe if they spent less time using Ziggy as a dating app and more time trying to fix the thing preventing her from talking out loud, a lot of the problems they had last season could've been avoided.
And the loot crate is bricks. They were set up for fucking failure with this flight, hot fucking damn.
I think they should each take one brick for themselves, as a treat.
I still say Puffy Jacket should die.
"I'm mad at myself for believing. ... ... ...like, in general."
"Put one foot in front of the other." Luckily, Santa Claus is Comin' to Town already came out by 1978, so everyone got that reference.
"You can do a lot in an hour!" You can also do a lot in five seconds. For example: Shoving you out the back of the truck.
"I believe in our country." In a post-Watergate world? Lady, even in 1978, that's bold.
Maybe Ben should start saying he has a concussion from the plane crash, that will excuse all the character inconsistencies he's creating.
At what point does Ben start to suspect he accidentally erased the Project from the timeline? After all of this talking to himself, you'd think he'd jump to that by now.
Guy accidentally walked onto a landmine? I too saw that episode of MASH / Legends of Tomorrow.
["The Exorcist Believer" is a shitty name for an Exorcist movie, hot damn.]
[What if 2022 Quantum Leap has the stones the original never had, and does a Magnum PI crossover?]
And Ben is now trying to Raiders of the Lost Ark this shit, I technically called this.
...is 2022 Quantum Leap about to blow up a gay man? ...survey says "Fuck that shit," good.
I love that Ben's new plan is "What if sandbags, but more?"
"Do you have a better plan?" "No!" I admire the honesty.
Okay, honestly, I didn't think that was gonna work.
[Firefox is starting to lag again, that's how you know we're back.]
FUCK YES, JUMPING JACK FLASH!
"Something doesn't feel right." That's just the blue filter.
"Look, just let me get onto the roof, nothing bad will happen."
"Wait, did they hear you?" "That would've been the ideal outcome; they noticed we left shit behind, we're walking ducks."
"We gotta blow up the base." "Well, not all of it."
Ben got his action skills from fucking GTA Online.
"Hey, Ben, why are you having another flashback?"
"Look, Ben, calm down, I'm gonna be the leaper, not you, okay? This is totally not tempting fate."
"Guys, I remembered Chinese food exists, we can totally blow up that panel."
"I HAVE FUCKING HAD IT WITH ALL OF YOU! GRIER MAD! GRIER SMASH!"
I love how they are showing how easily replicable this is.
Ben, if you don't floor it, the Russians will win.
I hope to God that wasn't CGI, that was metal as shit.
"Hey, Ben, we were trying to reach you all day, why did you blow up a base?"
...okay, sure, drop that random plot twist. "Hey, the reason you didn't see Addison all episode? It's actually 2026; the Project got shut down. Guess forgetting about that one senator bit us in the ass. Okay, bye, Ben!"
["There are no limits. We randomly included a three-year time skip, and Ben apparently leaps into an Alien. Welcome to fucking Season 2."]
["Oh, also, Addison married some random fuck instead of Ben, hopefully no one tells him, bye!"]
...okay, not gonna lie, now it makes sense that they announced they were adding two new regulars to the show...
#this took too long!#spoilers#quantum leap#macguyver#brick#santa claus is comin' to town#mash#legends of tomorrow#magnum pi#raiders of the lost ark
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Yo, I didn't expect the game to mention my boy Hoar in any capacity
Imagine my surprise when it did:
Naturally, that tiny cameo means it's legit for me to shamelessly spam headcanons on Jerra's possible connection to Hoar.
Of course, I had to choose the most cringe edgelord/most edgy cringelord among the Forgotten Realms pantheon that is Hoar, the Doombringer, and the Poet of Justice. I’m not even joking here: Hoar is an angry petty bitch who sits in his edgy domain with booming thunders and heads on pikes while being salty about not getting a god of war portfolio in Unther. Like, this is meme is not a meme in Hoar's case, this how he probably talks:
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Needless to say, Hoar's followers are just as cringe, brooding in their temples, remembering their grievances and planning their revenge. On top of that, he is the former exarch of Bane and the buddy of Beshaba (the goddess of misfortune and bad luck who ruins people's lives for the most insignificant of reasons).
So, Jerra is certainly not his faithful follower or loyal paladin. If she was, let's just say Astarion would not have gotten away with pulling a knife on her that easily. Also, him trying to bite her at night? Hoar would be pissed off at Jerra telling Astarion off and then letting him sink his fangs into her anyway. As a good devout, Jerra would be expected to bite the vampire's neck in return because Hoar's direct dogma is all about following Equally Matched Aggression standards to an extreme.
But in a world where everyone is influenced by deities and follows some (because the alternative is the Wall of the Faithless and you do NOT want to be condemned to the Wall) Jerra praying and leaving offerings to the Poet of Justice still makes sense, both in the context of her actions and even her acceptance of Astarion.
+ His tenets are actually pretty based. Violence begets violence, but kindness is repaid with kindness. Treat people like you want to be treated, don't commit evil acts for the sake of evil because this path leads to ruin and self-destruction. Meaningful gestures and actions matter more than words.
+ There are several different churches of Hoar scattered across Faerun, each squabbling over who understands Hoar best. So, there is a lot of in-fighting going on, which gives plausibility to the idea of more watered-down followers just minding their own business and keeping away from more intense brothers and sisters in Hoar.
+ Hoar is not that worried about looking righteous or valorous. It’s the spirit of the law, not the letter of the law, that must be upheld. So, it’s not about you looking good when you deliver the vengeance the person deserves. It’s about sending a message. Accordingly, poetic justice is encouraged. Yes, killing the duergar who enslaved a Deep Gnome and made him serve them drinks is good. But lacing the drinks he serves with deadly poison, so the slavers die vomiting their own blood and guts after smugly grabbing mugs from their captive's hands and laughing in his face? Wonderful. Priceless. Deserved.
+ Probably most important: Hoar doesn't mind the undead. At least, he doesn't seem to abhor them like Tyr or other gods of goodness, and his clergy has a rather interesting approach to the undead and necromancy. The dead deserve to be heard and avenged just like the living. Doombringers (the elite battle priests of Hoar) can raise the corpses of victims who died with the wish for vengeance on their lips as revenants - nothing is better than beating a murderer or a serial killer to death with the crowd of raging revenants who lost their lives because of them. Also, if a Doombringer is killed unfairly, they, too, rise as a revenant as a final "fuck you" to their murderer. But Hoar's tolerance for the undead doesn't stop there. The lore even mentions a vampire follower of Hoar (on the bad guys' side, but still). So, even if Jerra merely follows the diluted image of Hoar shaped by her mentor, she is used to speaking with the dead and didn't bat an eye at He Who Was when she first met him. Accordingly, it was relatively easier for her to think outside the box with Astarion and judge him through the prism of his deeds instead of his nature. Her philosophy is less about "there are inherently evil creatures that are KOS and inherently good creatures that deserve multiple second chances" and more about "there are many evil things in the world, lots of them are less obvious than the others"
In general, I don't think that Jerra draws her paladin powers from Hoar. Even though she ends up with several huge grudges against the Absolute, Raphael (when she promised to rip out his mocking tongue, it wasn't an empty threat), and the Emperor (oh she does NOT like the Emperor), she is still way too forgiving and patient to be a full-blown Hoarite. She pays her respects, certainly: her mentor followed the Poet of Justice, which was why they even met - all the time while the Flaming Fist and City Watch, the seemingly dedicated followers of Tyr and Helm, looked the other way. But her Oath was to herself, first and foremost.
However, if Hoar was more chill, I would have headcanonned that Jerra draws powers from his domain, which confused him greatly when it happened for the first time, but then he decided to allow it in a "Listen, if this mortal is so dedicated to her idea of vengeance, she raged her way into my domain, this is going to be good" way.
#baldur's gate 3#bg3#bg3 oc ramblings#i probably got lot of this shit wrong#still need a dnd adult#Youtube#hoar dnd#paladin dnd#oath of vengeance#bg3 oc: jerra
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Ravening War episode four reactions! I finished the episode last night and then fell asleep editing the tags of this post lmao.
Before we even start I am so excited and curious for what the gang have done in the time skip. I love when there’s downtime and we get narration of their lives.
Anjali’s earrings are really pretty
Lou clearly feeling No Guilt Whatsoever about killing the little rot creature
Amangeaux and Karna’s relationship kills me
This is a transaction is such a heartbreaking thing for her to say
Oh goddddd the family dynamics of it all
Aabria crying at the table you are so real <3
The theme of a woman who has been ignorant or foolish in the past encountering a trial and coming out on the other side of it determined to be smart and learn everything that might have helped her is so meaningful to me actually
Not a single eraser is making it out of this season unscathed
I know all the reasons why Amangeaux had to do what she did but I’m also upset on behalf of Karna
Caramel and Oats!
The clock is ticking on getting slammed down big style!
She’s new in town :)
The archbishop??
Everyone has a crush on Ariana. Everyone.
I feel like I’ve lost track of ages. Would Karna be 19 at the end of the time skip?
Yeah what’s Raphaniel been up to?
Oh he’s a husk of a man? Cool.
We all are beginning to see who we really are indeed. Showing true colors etc.
Raphaniel and Karna’s vibes. I have so many thoughts but I cannot verbalize them.
You’ve already died girly???
This world cannot be the one that matters. SIR.
Escaped your grasp is such an interesting way to put that!
Oh he’s so scared
He’s lost everything he believed was important in his life and he is Scared
Creepy!!!
She was bent almost in half for decades holy shit
Holy shit
What a chill reaction!
YES go FULL frollo man hell fucking yeah
Devout for the first time in his life holy shit
How does one even begin to try and trigger this apocalypse
Necromantic Raphaniel is so cool
EXHUMING CORPSES NOW??
Mans fully creating his own faction in the church in order to fuck with the Sanctus
To spend the rest of his days????
Demoted??? :(
Ok so he’s just a random old guy now.
COLIN MY BOY
What’s up with my boy?
Colin and Deli :(
He doesn’t wanna fight. It’s not worth it.
GOD him realizing that his secrets aren’t worth this. Fucks me up.
This really feels like a breakup
So Colin definitely has ties to the royalty/coup in the dairy islands
Base level trust!!!
‘I hope you find what you’re looking for but I don’t think I can be part of it’ tell me this isn’t as emotional as any romantic breakup
Raphaniel and Colin feels Uncomfy and Bad and I cannot place exactly why
From Skald to Sir
The saddest most depressed “come on, provolone”
The stress of Raphaniel & Colin is directly contradicted by the joy of Brennan & Zac
Second time Raphaniel has referenced the FDA as foxes!
He’s looking for the banana’s family?
Oh my god
Colin :(
Listen to your mother I’m gonna cry
“Ew you’re nice” literally same
Deli’s turn!
Man’s haunted huh
Abandoning his mother? Becoming chief? Oh my god?
Aw Deli and Karna moment
Ok so she’s 21 I think
Yessss Karna glow up
Deli glow up too ok go off
YOU NEVER HAD TO ASK
Oh the tension is gorgeous
Dome! Antics! Yeah!
Ok so the kid is (theoretically) safe that’s good
It was not stated but I personally believe that Amangeaux also got a glow up
The first thing she has ever desired beyond her own survival I’m gonna cry
Yeah no she looks Good
I was right, Amangeaux looks good!
I’m so glad we get new art!!
He’s so sinister eeeeeee
Oh Karna’s a skald now???? Ok neat
Aww he and Karna have matching lost eyes
The dramaaaaaa
Yeah it’s just unsettling!
Shoo. Eat a snack.
Just the absolute worst time for a breakdown
Maybe some celery water will fix him
There was a cheese and radish smoothie, and it was good 😭
bLeSSiNgS
Amethar!!!!!
Awww amangeaux cares about them
OH SHIT ANOTHER ROT THING
Drink your celery water old man
Follow meeeee
I greatly appreciate the levity they’re bringing right now
She would do anything for him oh
I simultaneously really want and really Don’t want art of these things
Oh good more spores
Ooooooh this is so fascinating
Saprophus (research)
SHATTER
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Alright I won't watch one more episode of the CGI motu series.
It's just not for me
Yes, yes it's time for my boring review. And I hope nobody who liked the series will feel insulted or anything by reading it
Ok so like. Months ago I watched the 4 first episodes of the series but never really bothered watching the rest of it because I didn't like it? And I feel that you absolutely don't need to watch every series nor every comic to enjoy MOTU. In fact I was planning to stick to the original and Revelation and maybe watch the 2002 series because well Evil Lyn's design just sold me the show sksksk
Anyway, lately I've seen quite a lot of people say the CGI series was nice and was probably the closest thing to the original series when it comes to ambiance and such. So I was willing to give it a second chance.
And as this Skeletor would say: "MAN". THAT WASN'T THE GREATEST IDEA I HAD TODAY.
But watching more of it helped me highlight what was bothering me with the first episodes.
My brother watch 2 episodes with me and we both had the same feeling: it was "cringe" and some moments were just cringer...Special mention to that time Ram mam was singing in the spaceship. I know for sure that I would have also cringe while watching this scene as a kid.
The second thing is the jokes. FUCKING HELL THE JOKES.
They were so bad. I heard most of them in other movies, series....especially the "I can't hear you you're too far from me" 🙄🙄 Most of them were bad if not fucking making me want to die when they're over explaining them, which they do 1/3 of the time. Plus the timing is SO bad. This series doesn't know when it wants to be serious or when it wants to be funny! Like CHOOSE BUT DON'T DO BOTH AT THE SAME TIME. There are some like. Important, dramatic scenes and you throw an unfunny joke in the middle of it like what??
Talking about it THE AMBIANCE. WHY IS IT SO EDGY?? Like. The whole
Adam: I was kidnapped by my uncle and forgot my past
Ram mam: my parents died and I was stuck in their spaceship and I'm claustrophobic
Teela: I was always alone and had to fight to survive
Cringer: I fought a poacher who took away from me my claws and some members of my tribe
The fuck?? It's not because you randomly throw tragic backstories that your characters becomes actual characters. They're still fucking flat as fuck.
Okay I think now is a good time to talk about Skeletor. First thing first, I've never liked the whole "Skeletor is actually Adam's uncle" thing cause I don't know what it adds except some shakespearian bullshit that doesn't really mean munch. I like the idea of Skeletor just being the way he is and all just because it's fun and it's what he's like? In my eyes he doesn't need a backstory but I was like. Okay, roule ma poule, do what you want I'll just go along with it for this time (and this time only). I thought he was the most okay character. I mean, as long as he has fun doing evil stuff, it's Skeletor.
But two things.
First: that scene. That oh so cringe scene in which they're making fun of Skeletor's name and over explaining the joke again, even though you get it when you know his deadname (I said what I said) and Adam saying "we don't give a fuck" SO WHY DID YOU ASK QUESTIONS ABOUT IT. Also the Skeletor saying "man that was long" (I don't remember the exact sentence)??? ABSOLUTE NO. I don't wanna be that guy, which is ironic, I'm that guy since the beginning of this post, but Skeletor don't say "man" like that. Skeletor had some vocabulary in the original series and like. That is important. He was dominating the other villains even in his language....I won't say every thought I had but know that it was at this point that I started thinking "okay that's enough". But the way Teela shush Evil-Lyn rubbed me the wrong way too but the thing that really made me stop is that moment when Skeletor said something like "I wonder if your father will be sad when I'll make your corpse roll to his feet" LIKE???
EXCUSE ME WHAT
THE FUCK. I remember reblogging a post about motu saying "Most series/comics got motu wrong. He-Man and Skeletor would never threaten to kill each others" and I completely agree with this person. I think I've watched half of all episodes of the original series and Skeletor threatened one (1) time to kill He-Man by saying "you wouldn't survive this fall". And that's it. I can't believe that even this series made Skeletor said that...
I know what you're gonna say now, to justify the bad jokes and all: "it's just a kid show"
And you know what I'll answer? Netflix She-Ra. It's also a kid show, the jokes are good, it knows when it can makes jokes, when it has to be serious, the characters are not all fucking dumb for no reason...
In the end I felt like watching a bad fan fiction's adaptation. Like. I encourage bold reboot/new adaptation. Once again, I think Netflix She-Ra did that very well. But this one? No thank you, no more. I feel like they took only the shell of motu, not what makes it motu, especially when it comes to the characters...especially Adam. I didn't find that softness and kindness he has in the original and in revelation. I didn't feel like he's considerate. Just helpful.
Of course not everything I have to say is negative. Even though I wasn't found of the character design, the whole thing is really pretty, and I especially liked the villains' transformation! I wasn't expecting it to be so...horrific. I'm glad that I watched until that moment
But what's the point of watching it if I don't like the story that is told to me?
I'm sad I couldn't enjoy it like some of you. It strengthen my thought of only enjoying what I like/might like and I thank it for that.
#motu#my silly little reactions#also strengthen me in making my own motu thing sksk#probably will delete this
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Chapter 4 - Shortcuts to Vegas
NOTE: Some of the things I’m going to do are considered as “Advanced Tactics” for people who have played the game before to get to New Vegas earlier than intended. If you are new to the game I wouldn’t recommend you to do that for your first playthrough and continue with the suggested path. I’m doing them for the walkthrough to be complete
However, I’m also going to visit the town of Sloan, teach how to hack, and how to get Chance’s Knife and some other things you might miss, so I don’t consider this to be a “bonus” chapter
Last time on this let’s play, we were defending the town of Goodsprings against the Powder Gangers. And now that our job is done, it’s time to take our own path and and before we take those paths, I have a business to attend to.
If you talk to Sunny Smiles, she’ll mention that a locked safe is inside the Schoolhouse of Goodsprings. While our lockpick skill ain’t enough to break the lock, luckly there is a computer near the safe that’ll open it
The hacking minigame works like this; you gotta find which one is the correct password by aligning how many of it’s letters are correct, and ruling out which words could it not be and which ones are top possibilities.
For instance, when we picked “Walking” it only said that only 1 letter was correct, so we can ignore all words that are ending with “-ing” because if it was the correct one, it would at least needed to say that 3 letters were correct.
You also have completed brackets “( ), [ ], < > and { }” if you click on these while it’s highlighted while your mouse is hovering theme it’ll either replenish your allowences or toss out a dud
The reason it shows my LVL is 1 instead of 2 is because this is from a placeholder character because I wasn’t that satisfied with my travels to Primm from Goodsprings so I made a secondary character to patchwork some of my traveling lol, had to fix my amateur mistakes what can I say.
Now we can look at the prizes we get, and the most important being a single Stealth Boy in this safe. During their duration, they turn you invisible and makes your Stealth 100. So if you aren’t focusing on stealth, but need to get pass something without fighting, this is really good. Even if you are focused on stealth, this is especially good. Can’t say no to becoming invisible with no downsides.
Now with our two Stealth Boys, one gotten from Joe Cobb’s corpse forgot to mention it during last chapter, my mistake we are well equipped to go north of Goodsprings.
Hey, just the man I was looking for. Where the hell were you after I asked for your help against the Powder Gangers?
“ They were here. The fight's over.”
“ Really? I must've dozed off. Although, that's never happened before.”
[Science 25] “ There may be data corruption in one of your memory chips. Let me take a look.”
“ All right, but put everything back the way you found it!”
“Interesting. It looks like an override command was activated.”
“ Override? That can't be right. Probably just a malfunctioning tube somewhere. I truly am sorry I couldn't help you, pardner. Was there something else you wanted to talk about?”
Strange... After
What are these for? Probably nothing to worry about. What could be there to necessitate a danger si-
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AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA
These are Cazadores/Cazadoré, who are based of the Tarantula Hawk which may I remind you, has the second highest position in the Schmidt sting pain index. They are one of the toughest things in the Mojave. The move fast, their attack causes 70 damage, and worst of all, their poison... Their fucking poison deals -8(x30 seconds) after it stings you. Yes, if their entire poison goes through and you add the damage they caused you first, these fuckers deal 230 damage from one, singular strike!! You literally start melting the moment they touch you. And they are the fastest enemy in the game! You can’t run from them, they are faster than you! Thank god there is one Antivenom just sitting in Doc Mitchel’s house, or I would’ve been done for.
Holy fuck... Thanks Victor. If it wasn’t for you, I would’ve been dead
“ How did you know I was in trouble?”
“ Heck, I can smell trouble a mile away.”
“ Some trick without a nose.”
“ Heh, I like you, friend. Have I mentioned that?”
“ Are you following me?”
“ I saved your life so I kinda feel responsible for you is all.”
“I can take care of myself.”
“ Sure you can, friend, but everyone needs a hand from time to time. Maybe you'll return the favor one day.”
“You saying I owe you?”
“ I wouldn't put it exactly like that, friend.”
“Goodbye”
“ 'Til our trails cross again, pardner.”
If you don’t want yourself knee deep in Cazadors for the next item we’re going to get (don’t forget the shovel, item is in a grave) you want to move left from the “Danger” signs
Keep on moving while sticking to the left
If you see the mountain like this, it means you’ve reached the destination
If you see a couple of tents, DO NOT MOVE ANY FURTHER. There are quite a lot of Cazadors hanging about. Start looking into the right, you should see some Broc Flowers, it means you’ve arrived at the desired location. Chance’s Grave.
All Roads is a graphic novel that was released before the release of New Vegas as a prologue, that was written by Chris Avellone. The comic is here to set the stage for the game and it’s here to expands on Benny’s motivations and him as a character. Chance is a Great Khan that is heavily featured in the comic, who is unable to let go after the Bitter Springs massacre. Quite the good read if you have the time for it.
We got Chance’s Knife, which means it’s the time to get our two Stealth Boys to work. I recommend doing this at night because it’d obivously make you harder to spot
After we use the Stealth Boy, we stick to left and if we keep on we should arrive at Vault 19 and eventually in New Vegas,
But... what if this isn’t the route you want to take a different route that isn’t the normal one? For that, instead of going north, we’ll be going east of Goodsprings towards Yangtze Memorial after reloading a save. Near the memorial there’s going to be three grave with the middle one having quite the good loot.
After this, look right from the graves to see yet another warning sign.
Though this time it actually SHOWS what it’s warning us about, who ever made the sign had some foresight at least. Someone also left their bag behind too, you should get whatever is in there.
While on the road, you’re going to see an overturned truck that is guided by a small pack of coyotes. It has a doctor’s bag and a lot of food items in it (forgot to take the screenshot), take ‘em and brace for combat, because there are two sets of two Powder Gangers on the road. One of them had a nice cowboy hat so I decided to take it for myself, I would’ve looked cooler if I made my face more intimidating though lol
As you can see in the top left side of the screen, when we cripple 5 right arms with a Shotgun (a Single Shotgun in the early game) you’ll complete one of the Gun Runner’s Arsenal challenges which will give us a hefty sum of XP, so of course I’ll be completing it.
Under the underpass, sits a ghoul with a Recharger Rifle. It’s an interesting weapon to say the least. It has infinite ammo and a clip of 7, will automaticly regenerate it’s ammo when you aren’t firing. So to counteract the infinite ammo upside, the weapon has rather a unique downside.
It sucks ass
The ammo regeneration isn’t instant, so you’ll be doing a lot of waiting instead of reloading. And has a really low damage, even if you are focused on energy weapons. A bad choice for a gun, Recharger Pistol is way better.
After that travisty, we arrive at the town of Sloan further north
“If you want to get to New Vegas, you're better off heading east from Primm and then looping north. It's a heck of a lot safer.”
Thank you sir, but I’ll be doing the intended route at the end of the post.
“ Where'd the Deathclaws come from?”
“ They moved into the quarry after the Powder Gangers came through and made off with most of our dynamite. We shut the quarry down while we waited for the NCR to get us some more blasting sticks, but now the Deathclaws have shown up. The NCR's a no-show, and my men and I have got nothing to do but sit on our asses all day. It's damn frustrating”
“ Have you had problems with Deathclaws before?”
“ We'd see them occasionally, but they didn't seem too keen on getting too close to the quarry. Not sure if it was the noise or all the workers. I can't believe that an entire pack moved into the quarry. I thought that kind of bad luck only happened in New Vegas.”
I know right, geez. Talk about the mother of all bad luck. But don’t worry...
“...I could take care of your Deathclaw problem.”
“ Have you even seen a Deathclaw? They're taller than a man and far, far stronger and faster. And, there's a whole pack of them out there. You'd have to be the meanest, toughest, roughest bastard in the wasteland to have any chance against them, and I don't think that's you. You'd need to take out the pack leaders - the Mother Deathclaw and the Deathclaw Alpha Male. Kill 'em, and the pack will scatter. Pretty tough job.”
That’s what it takes? Shit, I don’t have what it takes right now. I’ll give up for now.
“ What is this place?”
“ This is Sloan, a camp for us quarry workers. The actual quarry, Quarry Junction, is up the road north of here. The whole thing is an NCR operation. We make cement for the NCR using the limestone we dig out with dynamite and draglines. Dirty work, but the pay's good. Wish we got paid in caps, though. Not a lot of merchants like taking NCR paper money.”
“What, you don’t get paid in caps”
“ What does the NCR need with the cement?”
“It all gets shipped by rail over towards Boulder City and Hoover Dam. The NCR's probably building fortifications with it all.”
“ What can you tell me about New Vegas?”
“ I've been there once, and I don't recommend it. It's just a way to burn through a month's pay in five minutes. I've seen a lot of folks come through here thinking they'll have the easy life once they get there. It never happens.”
“Goodbye”
I have to Stealth Boys dude, I have to Stealth Boys dude, I’ll be fine. After warning us, Lewis will move from his post. This is actually a disabled thing and it is enabled back with the Uncut Wasteland mod. Now let’s check out Sloan, there have to be a thing or two that we can help with.
Oh hi little fella, how are you doing?!
“Hmmm... your leg appears to be injured”
“<whuff>”
”[Medicine 30 , Clean the wound with antibiotics and expertly bind Snuffles’ injured leg]”
“<snuffle!>”
Let’s fix the generator to while we’re at it.
“I also repaired your generator”
Don’t mention it! These will all slightly boost our NCR reputation.
Though all these sequence breaking makes a man hungry, let’s see what they have in the mess hall
“Anything that wasn’t made 200 years ago”
Fun Fact; here, if you have either the Ghastly Scavanger or the Cannibal perks, you’ll get some unique dialouge with her.
“ Where did you come up with this recipe?”
“ My great-aunt Rose ran a bed and breakfast back in California, in a town called Modoc. She's the one who created the recipe in the first place. I don't know how she managed to get a hold of a female Deathclaw, but she kept it in a shed. Aunt Rose had a steady supply of eggs for her omelets.”
"At least, she did until some stranger came along and killed the Deathclaw. Shot it right in the eye.”
“ You don't look like a quarry worker.”
“ Oh, I'm not. I'm making my way to New Vegas. They say anything goes there, and best of all, the NCR can't mess it up for you. I'll get there eventually. I've heard that you can't even get into the Strip unless you're rich.”
“ Are you from California?”
“ The Raiders are mostly gone now and it's easy enough to get a job at one of the mills or farms. But now there's taxes and laws and other things. The NCR keeps things safe and orderly, but it's all very boring. So, I came out east towards the frontier.”
Now that we’ve talked with everyone in Sloan, let’s get to the thing we came here for. I’ll activate the Stealth Boy once I get further down...
That... wasn’t a good idea. Though wait a minute, what the hell is a Deathclaw Alpha Male it being called a Sigma Male is a mod, thought it’d be funny doing out of the area it patrols in Quarry Junction? I’ll use the Stealth Boy now and I should be fine
Fuck
Well, next time I activate the stealth boy earlier when going into the Quarry Junction and stick to the right. You’ll want to go into the base of the Black Mountain
When you arrive at Niel’s shack, you’ll want to jump on the rock formation Keep going until you see this road in front of you
You’ll find a dead NCR trooper, go upwards from the place you found him and watch out for the traps that a-
Oh, this should not happen. Thankfully our Stealth Boy renders us invisible to them and after we watch out for rolling rocks and the beartraps on the floor, the prize is right in front of us.
And those were the shortcuts you can take to arrive at New Vegas much, much earlier than you should. As I’ve said on the note above, I’d more so recommend this to the people who’ve played New Vegas before and are wanting to get to the Vegas earlier. Even if you aren’t planing on taking these routes right now, I hope you learned a thing or two from the stuff I’ve talked about. But I guess that’s enough for me for today because it’s getting really long for me to talk about the road to Primm, so that’ll be for next time, see you.
“ Welcome back, ladies and gentlemen. This is Mr. New Vegas. Thank you very very much for listening. If you like news, then you're gonna love our next segment.”
“ Goodsprings has fended off a mob of escaped convicts after organizing an impromptu militia. This according to an old man, armed to the teeth with dynamite.”
“ In other news. Troubling news from Primm, as merchants report a large presence of armed and unsavoury figures patrolling the town. Residents are nowhere to be found.”
“ And now, I'd like to play one of my very favorite songs for you.”
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TLOVM Ep 9 Twitch Watch Party Summary
- Tried to make that guy with the Briarwoods look like Brian Foster
- Delilah wanted to save Sylas cause she didn't want to enter the dating pool again
- Arthur hand painted the skull book animation frame by frame!
- Long hair Sylas is SO hot, and she gives him a haircut every morning (cause vampire? I guess?)
- Joaquim Dos Santos did some work on TLOVM as a pat on the shoulder for Arthur and some other animators for working under him in Voltron
- Sam: "Hey it's my daughter!" at the sun tree dead Pike kid (omg...)
- Character design team made a ton of zombie designs so you're not looking at the same ones and there's some 3D ones in the back too
- Liam's line delivery is always SO good (at Vax's "Gross!")
- We went through many iterations of what Scanlan's bite looks like and it's very gross and it gets worse as it goes
- The growling giants are Liam!
- Sam immersed himself with an accent coach for 6 weeks for Scanlan's 'french' accent (he's joking)
- We had a scene cut for time constraints that was explaining why no one could leave Whitestone (because of the demon dogs)
- Arthur's wife screamed watching Archie die haha :(
- (Everyone lol'd at "yes yes she's the tits")
- You can really see the love from everybody in every frame, the whole crew really loves working on this
- Travis and Marisha: He said the thing! (about Percy's name)
- Taliesin crushed Percy's speech, he did it twice cause that's what you're supposed to do but he just did such a good job from the first time
- "Don't drop that shit on me now, I can't process this!" Marisha about Keyleth when Vax confesses to her
- (Everyone cheers when Pike comes down all glowy and shit)
- Ashley really wanted to say a very goofy "HULLO!" when Pike beamed down during the zombie fight but they went with something else (lol)
- The sound design is amazing!!
- (They're cute and just cheering throughout the zombie and giant fight anytime anything happens)
- Rory (The Hound) saying "ballbag" when Vedmire kicks it was so funny, Dominic (Monaghan) had said "dobber" which apparently is a very thick penis lol
- Vedmire's hung corpse really brings the room together
- "This is the dungeon, Keyleth" (they laughed about it but idk just wanted to mention it again cause it made me laugh)
- This is Percy level 2 or 3? Nope, it's critical mass Percy
Q&A
Q: Tell us about the art teams' blood, sweat and tears with the zombie apocalypse?
A: All the art teams did a really good job, everyone came together to make it look that good. There was a lot that went in there to make it feel organic and real, like staggered gait, and different looks and personalities.
*We watch the Pike's Return Animatic*
Q: How did the scene change than from the game?
A: We made it extra since it's animated, you know, she came out of the sky and gave everyone the equivalent of Holy Weapon
Q: Giant designs are great, let's talk about them.
A: Everything was really well done, and how they look refers to who they were before they died like: the muscle and sinew under the skin, different levels of decay, barrel as a pauldron, and the different clothes and beards
Q: Vax finally tells Keyleth how he feels, how was it distilling that moment for the animated series?
A: Super wise, but charisma is her dump stat. When it happened in the game Marisha asked Laura: "What?? How long has this been going on?" Laura: "For like fucking 40 episodes." Liam had been doing all these little things for ages like 'Vax sits next to Keyleth' and I was just like "Ok cool!" (Travis: On the show when this happened, we all escaped into our shirts like 'WHAT IS HAPPENING?') Liam trailblazed character romance in our games (Ashley: I didn't know you could do that!) It was important to not rush it here, because in the original game they had like 40 episodes of lead up and a lot of time for the romance to blossom realistically, but here there's less time so you have to be intentional about it. But I (Marisha) like how we subverted the romance trope with Keyleth, she wasn't like "OH my prince!" she's more like "Not now! this is NOT appropriate!" (lol cute)
Q: Speaking of romances: Pike and Scanlan, what the fuck?
A: Sam: I think we're destined to be together, Ashley: but it's gonna take Pike some time to make her way (all: makin' my way) they're long game so it takes a while. Sam: Scanlan has always thought he's a skilled romanticist but he actually cares about Pike but he doesn't know what to do about that, it's easy to hook up with someone but it's hard to get someone to care about you
Q: Arthur, any artists or references that influenced the show?
A: Oh crap, maybe 3 years ago. But I took the last show I worked on with me, including artists and background designers (from Voltron: Legendary Defender) and we had fun with it
Q: Favorite game to show moment so far?
Travis: Dark spirits coming after VM, desmond wasn't there but it was great to lock in on those character beats and different faces of their personalities - big action moment though? Pike's return
Marisha: The sun tree was like "What the fuck is Matt thinking? Holy shit" so was great to see that translated
Ashley: Pike's return and the sun tree moment, and just in general and seeing Gilmore for the first time - it was glorious
Sam: Seeing Scanlan up on the roof amidst rain and flame, it was improv'd on the spot and now it's something that fans can watch and enjoy on their screens - "You know I love you" moment, it's cool that it's different from the game, I always pushed to change moments just a little bit, cause we have the game and we can go watch it again, so it's fun to try new things out
Arthur: Gilmore's shop, getting to flesh that out was really fun, we really went nuts, we shouldn't have gone that detailed, it's crazy - but number 1 moment hasn't come out yet and you'll see it soon!!
(In honor of Arthur's nuptials, they bring out champagne! And they toast for them but also for all the designers and artists and animators and their amazing work. Very cute.)
#tlovm#tlovm watch party#cr spoilers#the legend of vox machina#critical role#vaxleth#pikelan#cr#glossopost#long post
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y'all liked my first fic, so here is another!
TW: Blood and injury; wound descriptions
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“Are you all alright?” Alcina asked, looking over each of the three creatures assembled in front of her. The blonde was slightly roughed up, but still stood up tall; the brunette bore a particularly nasty cut across her cheek, though it didn’t seem to bother her; and the redhead was slathered in man blood from getting to kill the intruder that had foolishly entered their castle and tried to murder them.
“Yes, Mother,” the blonde said, always quick to answer Alcina.
Alcina nodded. She looked at her other two daughters. “And you two?”
“I’m okay,” the redhead chirped. She seemed delighted to have killed something that day.
The brunette lightly touched the cut on her cheek, winced, then nodded, “I’m fine. It isn’t that bad.”
“We should still make sure any of that man-thing’s filth didn’t get into you,” Alcina said. She opened an arm and began guiding her middle child down one of the hallways. “Daniela, do what you will with the body. You’ve earned it.”
The redhead perked up, beaming, and bounded down a different hallway to where the corpse of the man had been left. Once she was gone, only the blonde was left behind in the foyer, and the girl instantly doubled over with a moan of pain, holding her stomach.
“Fuck,” Bela hissed. She was lucky for the dark material of her dress or else the blood seeping through the fabric would have easily been seen by her mother and sisters, and worrying them was the last thing she wanted. It was her own fault that she was shot. There were better things for them to focus on, anyway. Like Cassandra’s cut! Yes, that was definitely more important. She didn’t need any help.
Bela stepped forward and immediately crumpled to her knees when a spasm of pain rippled through her stomach. She bit down firmly to keep from crying out and tasted blood when her teeth pierced her tongue. Usually, the metallic tang would be rather appetizing, but something about it right now made her guts churn and twist up into knots, which definitely didn’t help her discomfort.
Kneeling, still holding her stomach, Bela rocked back and forth while taking several calming breaths. Breathing deeply furthered the strain in her stomach, while not breathing at all just made her chest hurt- she couldn’t win. All she could do was grit her teeth and bear with it like she did with everything. Don’t be a burden, don’t be a burden.
“Lady Bela?”
Bela looked up. A wiry, ash brown-haired maid was lingering at the opening of one of the cavernous hallways, shifting on her feet. Her dark amber eyes displayed nervousness, curiosity, and worry. The last emotion wasn’t an uncommon thing to see, at least towards Bela. Because of her general politeness to the castle workers, they tended to show more concern over her. The perks of not killing them for no reason, she supposed.
“Yes?” Bela said, forcing her voice to stay level and not quaver beneath the fiery edge of her own agony. She didn’t want to cause a scene, but she especially didn’t want to cause a scene in front of a maid. That was almost as bad as her sisters seeing her in such a state--though, for what it was worth, the maids wouldn’t tease her endlessly.
“Are you alright?” the maid asked, taking a small step forward. She was looking Bela up and down, most likely searching for any wounds, and Bela once again thanked Mother Miranda for black fabric.
“Yes, I’m fine,” Bela answered. At the same moment, however, a second wave of pain roared through her and her vision was suddenly spotted by black snow. Did someone open the window? And how long had snow been black? None of her books ever said anything about this…
“Lady Bela?”
Bela blinked harshly, and the storm disappeared. No windows were open. Snow was not black. The maid got closer.
“Ahh--” Bela swallowed hard. “Yes?”
“Are you sure you’re alright?” The maid seemed to be trying to hold herself together. She was probably fearing for her own life if something happened to one of Lady Dimitrescu’s daughters under her watch. Bela would prefer to not have this one die, as she was nice enough to actually check on her instead of ignoring the situation like other maids would, even if Bela denied her physical state when she asked how she was.
“Yes, yes,” Bela said, nodding. “I’m alright. Just…stomach cramps?”
The maid blinked. “Do you even go through a menstrual cycle?”
Bela splayed her fingers open with a shrug. “Your guess is as good as mine.”
The maid actually laughed, which was a rare thing to happen. But the laughter was quickly cut off when her eyes focused on something, clouding over with concern, and Bela realized she was staring at her hands.
There was blood on her hands.
Her blood.
Bela balled her fists and cleared her throat. She looked up at the maid. “Go.”
The maid opened her mouth, but thought against whatever she was planning on saying, not wanting to test Bela’s civility--not that Bela would have hurt her if she had stuck around to speak whatever was on her mind. She dipped her head and scurried off, glancing over her shoulder as she went.
Bela sighed. She wiped her hands on a part of her dress that wasn’t damp. She needed to do something about her problem before her mother or one of her sisters found out.
Standing up was difficult, and Bela was sure Cassandra or Daniela, most likely both, would have teased her if they saw her like this. When she began to walk, she felt blood slither in slow trails down her legs, itching her skin. She fought the urge to scratch until she made it to the privacy of her bedroom, then instantly began shredding her dress with her claws, throwing the tatters of wet fabric to the floor to be picked up later. Once the gown was off, she turned to her mirror to inspect the damage.
Red. The entire front of her body was smeared in red. And beneath the red, there were holes, some as small as her pinky, some as big as a coin, each even darker than the blood and packed full of shrapnel.
Bela had been a fool to go after the man-thing on her own. As reckless and wild as Cassandra and Daniela were with their fighting, they were strong, much stronger than she was. She had seen them withstand vicious stabs and strikes and shots that would have killed any normal person and keep slashing their claws as if nothing had happened, but it took a blast from a shotgun to put her down. She was so blinded by the idea of killing the intruder to impress her mother that she didn’t even think to create an actual plan until she became well-acquainted with leaden bullet chunks against her midsection.
The buckshot was evenly spread out along her abdomen, and maybe it could have passed as paint splattered all over her body if it wasn’t for the malevolent grey peeking out from liquid red. There was a particularly large cluster of holes on her left side, where an entire chunk of meat had been blown free from her waist, but they reached all the way over to her navel and up to the underside of her chest. The bullet pieces were the seeds of her agony, and she desperately needed to reap them from her flesh.
Bela began rummaging through one of her drawers, straining the lead lodged in her skin, and pulled out an old cotton gown she hadn’t worn in years. She walked over to the rocking chair in the corner near the window and sat down. She loved this chair, and it was a shame that it was going to be bled all over, but wood was easier to clean than cloth. She didn’t want to risk staining her bed right now.
Biting down on the gown, Bela began going over the buckshot. There were eighteen holes in total, all of them full of lead. She nearly miscounted a few times because she thought some of them were empty, but then realized the bullets were just buried in her tissue. There was one in particular that she didn’t even see, but could feel shifting around beneath her flesh like a hungry maggot. It made her stomach roil in disgust.
This was not going to be fun.
Bela’s hands were shaking as she brought them down to her stomach. Simply brushing the skin sent waves of torture shivering through her nerves, and she didn’t even want to think about what it was going to feel like to actually remove the slugs, but she didn’t have much of a choice. She couldn’t just leave them inside of her.
Taking a deep breath and biting down hard on the gown, Bela stuck her pointer finger and thumb into one of the holes. Instantly, her vision flashed black, then red, and then white, and she was sure she had passed out for a few eternal seconds. Even when she pried her eyes back open, all she saw was a messy mishmash of swirling colors, and she wondered if she had somehow gone blind. But then sight slowly oozed back to her, and she was able to see the grotesque image of her fingers stretching the edges of a bullet hole.
She swallowed down acidic bile and grasped the sides of the piece of lead.
For a moment, the stubborn little thing didn’t want to come out, and Bela began to fear that it was just a part of her now, forever fused with her flesh, burrowed within her like a leaden parasite, but then it popped out with a small spew of blood and she was able to catch her breath. She dropped the ball, which was no bigger than her pinky finger, and watched it bounce across the floor before rolling beneath her bed. She would get it later. Right now, she had its stupid siblings to deal with.
Breathing in deeply again, clamping down on the gown like before, Bela dug her fingers into a second hole that looked easy enough to scoop out. And it was, surprisingly. The blood proved to be a helpful lubricant and the bullet slid right out when she tugged, not bothering to put up a fight. She peered at it for a moment, squinting her watery eyes.
“You are an asshole,” she spat.
The bullet winked at her in response, the bright red blood coating its surface catching on the light inside the room and making it twinkle like a ruby. She flicked it away, and it left a line of crimson across her polished floors. She would clean that up later, too.
Third time’s a charm. Bela prepared herself again, breathing in and biting down, and dove into the next hole.
She didn’t know why she thought the process of pulling out bullets would suddenly be easier just because she succeeded with the first two. She was an idiot when she had gotten shot and she was an idiot now, trying to rid herself from the consequence of her actions.
Her claws slipped on the slickness of her blood and accidentally pushed the bullet in deeper.
Bela would have screamed if it weren’t for the blood that crawled up her throat, clogging her esophagus. She coughed, thinking that the bullet was going to come out of her mouth, and red splattered across her bare chest, staining her bra. Tears sprang to her eyes and poured down her cheeks. Her shaking hands hovered over the hole, but she couldn’t see the slug anywhere.
“Oh no, no, no, no,” Bela muttered. Did she push it so deep it breached one of her organs? What would happen if it did? How was she going to get it out?
She tried to stretch the edges of the wound, but stopped when she nearly threw up from the pain. She sobbed. What was she going to do?
Bela leaned back against the chair, causing it to rock slowly. Maybe she could just leave the bullets inside of her. They probably wouldn’t kill her. She and her sisters were able to endure more than normal creatures could, so it would probably just be very uncomfortable. For the rest of her life.
She swallowed blood and bile. Having to spend the rest of eternity like this didn’t sound very appealing. In fact, it sounded like the complete opposite of appealing. Unappealing.
A sound snapped Bela out of her muddled thoughts; the doorknob was wiggling. Someone was coming into her room.
Lunging forward, nearly slipping on a tiny puddle of her blood, Bela slammed the door shut before it could be opened completely and pressed her weight against it. From the other side, she heard a noise of surprise.
“Bela? What is the meaning of this?”
Her heart sank into her bullet-infested insides. It was her mother. She just slammed the door in her mother’s face. Oh, she was in for it now.
Bela nearly opened up right then and there and got down on her knees to apologize, but one glance down at her horribly-scathed body made her think better of it. She had told Alcina that she was fine, and now she needed to live up to it, even if she felt like she was being swarmed and eaten by her own insects. She had to swallow down her hopeless devotion to her mother to keep her from worrying over her.
“Sorry,” Bela said, hoping her voice wasn’t wavering as much as she thought it was. “I, uhh-- I thought you were Cassandra or Daniela. They always barge into my room without knocking. I don’t appreciate it very much.”
It wasn’t exactly a lie, but she still didn’t feel good about making up an excuse.
From out in the hallway, Alcina was quiet for a moment, and Bela wondered if she was going to break down the door and let herself in. But then she chuckled and said, “I see. I remember the time you tried to set traps for them when they kept interrupting your reading time.”
Bela laughed, which morphed into a groan of pain when her stomach strained. SHe masked it with a cough, then replied, “They were good traps!”
“Darling, you set up a board full of nails for them to step on.”
“My point still stands.”
“And a tripwire that would trigger a pot to swing into their face and knock them out.”
“You got to admit that it was pretty impressive that I was able to make that.”
Alcina chuckled again. “Yes, you have always been my most resourceful little one.”
Bela’s chest warmed with pride. The praise momentarily made her forget about the pain she was in.
“Now, can you let me in? I need to talk to you.”
And like that, the pain was back, the soothing warmth chased off by icy cold dread. Did her mother know? Did that maid snitch on her? She swallowed thickly.
“Umm-- can’t we just talk like this? It’s just as effective.”
“I would prefer it if I was able to see you when I speak to you,” Alcina said. She paused for a moment. “Why can’t I come in?”
“I’m-- I’m naked.”
Also wasn’t a lie, technically.
Alcina was quiet for a moment.
“Bela, I watched you come out of a mass of insects as naked as a babe. I do not think there’s anything left to be seen that I don’t know about already.”
You’d be surprised, Bela thought, looking down at her marred form.
“It’s-- it’s just embarrassing for me!”
Alcina sighed. “Then why don’t you put some clothes on?”
Realizing she wasn’t going to get out of this conversation, Bela said, “Right! Okay!” And then began scrambling for something to wear. The exertion made the two empty bullet holes pucker like hungry mouths and drool out even more blood that drizzled down her legs like snakes. She didn’t have time to clean herself up, so she just threw on the first gown she could reach in one of her drawers--a dark blue one she had sewn herself--wiped her hands off, kicked the tattered black dress under the bed, and smeared the blood on the floor until it couldn’t be seen against the hardwood. Then, she put on the most believable, while also innocent expression of normalcy and opened her door.
“My lady,” she said with a wide sweeping motion of her arm, trying to be funny, trying to hide the fact that she was in immense pain and simply being on her feet made her lightheaded, trying not to worry her mother.
Alcina didn’t laugh at her joke. She seemed rather suspicious as she ducked into the room--not that Bela really blamed her. She was definitely being very suspicious.
“What did you want to talk about?” Bela asked, looking up at her mother.
Alcina looked around her room, but Bela had been smart enough to clean the floors. Not well, but they were clean. When she found nothing, she studied Bela, and Bela held herself as she usually did--maybe a bit too formally.
“I just wanted to check on you all after the attack,” Alcina finally answered, meeting her eyes. “Are you alright?”
“Yes, Mother,” Bela said, and she hated lying to Alcina, but she didn’t have a choice. She hated being a burden even more and that was all she was going to be if Alcina found out about her wounds.
“Are you sure?” Alcina narrowed her eyes at her.
“Yes, Mother,” Bela repeated. Then, trying to change the subject, she asked, “How is Cassandra?”
“She’s okay,” Alcina answered. “She will heal. The cut wasn’t very deep.”
“And Daniela?”
“Feasting. I wouldn’t go near her if I were you. She may just maim you and add you to her meal.” A smile came to Alcina’s lips, and Bela let herself laugh.
Unfortunately, that laughter quickly turned to coughing as her body seized with pain. She tasted blood as the bullets seemed to rattle within her, flesh clenching down around lead. She wiped her mouth before pulling her hand away.
“I wouldn’t put it past her.”
Alcina didn’t respond for a moment. Her entire face was knitted with great concern, and Bela already felt bad for worrying her.
“Bela, are you sure you are alright?”
For a fourth time that day: “Yes, Mother.”
Alcina wasn’t going to let it go that easily, it seemed, because she questioned further: “Have you caught a chill?” She walked over and pressed a hand to Bela’s forehead. Bela couldn’t help but lean into it, always eager to be touched by her mother. “You shouldn’t be coughing like that.”
“I just had a tickle in my throat.”
“I don’t like being lied to, Bela.”
Bela’s resolve nearly broke beneath her mother’s stern gaze, but she kept her facade from falling through sheer willpower alone. She said, “I’m not.”
Alcina’s eyes narrowed. She pulled her hand back and went to say something when she appeared to slip on something. Steadying herself, she looked down at the ground, and Bela’s breath caught in her throat when she realized what exactly her mother had staggered on.
Alcina bent over and picked up the buckshot.
Bela didn’t let her panic show on her face as Alcina examined the tiny lead ball. Its siblings, still lodged deep in her stomach, seemed to giggle at the predicament she was ensnared in when a fresh bout of pain quivered through her nerves. She stayed calm as flashing yellow eyes slid back over to her.
“Bela,” Alcina said slowly, and Bela already didn’t like the tone she was using. “What is this?”
Bela considered playing dumb, but then she remembered that she was the smart, bookish one. She could use her multitude of knowledge as an excuse.
“That’s buckshot, Mother. It comes from a shotgun. Did you know that they have enough firepower to blow a head off? It’s because it has several bullets in one shot instead of a singular one, which means more power behind each blast.”
Alcina held a hand up and Bela instantly shut her mouth.
“Why do you have it?” Alcina asked.
“I was studying it,” Bela answered. It was believable enough. It did sound like something she would do, but Alcina didn’t seem very convinced.
“Your blood is on this, Bela,” Alcina said. “Why is your blood on this bullet?”
“I-- I--” Bela’s act was beginning to crumble.
Alcina turned to her completely, clenching the buckshot in her fist. “Were you shot?”
“Mother, I--”
“Were you shot?”
“Yes,” Bela blurted, unable to hide it anymore. “But-- but it isn’t that--”
“Show me.”
“Wh-what?”
“Bela Dimitrescu, show me where you are hurt. Now.”
Flinching at her mother’s severe tone, Bela removed her dress and revealed the mess on her stomach and chest. When she heard Alcina gasp, she quickly said, “It isn’t that bad. You don’t have to worry about me, Mother. I can take care of it.”
“You fool!” Alcina exploded, and Bela flinched away. “What were you thinking?! Why would you hide this from me?!”
“I-- I thought I could--” Bela was having a hard time collecting her words. If there was one thing she really hated, it was when people raised their voices, even if it wasn’t directed towards her. When Cassandra and Daniela would get into fights, she always left the room and got as far away as possible so she wouldn’t have to hear them yelling. But, as bad as their shouting was, it was nothing compared to their mother when she was worked up.
“I--”
“I asked you if you were alright!” Alcina roared on. “If you were okay! You said you were! And then I come in here and find you with bullets in your flesh?!” She shook her head, nearly dislodging her hat from her head. “What do you have to say for yourself, Bela?”
Personally? Bela really wished they weren’t having this conversation when she didn’t have a shirt on.
Dipping her head shamefully, the only thing that Bela could manage was a pathetic, “I’m sorry, Mother.”
“Why can’t you just let me help you for once?”
“I didn’t want to disappoint you,” Bela confessed. “Or worry you.”
Alcina sighed and rubbed her face slowly. “Bela, I am more worried and disappointed because you hid this from me.”
Bela could only squeak out a feeble, “Oh.”
Alcina knelt down in front of her and lifted her chin. “Honey, why would I be disappointed in you for coming to me for help?”
Bela couldn’t meet her mother’s eyes. “Because-- because I got hurt. And I shouldn’t have. I’m a shitty fighter and got shot and I should have been stronger.”
“Your strength has nothing to do with this,” Alcina said. “Cassandra got hurt too, you know.”
“Cassandra probably didn’t care.”
“I beg to differ. You should have seen her while I was rubbing honey into her wound. She was wiggling around like a little worm!”
Bela laughed slightly, then whimpered immediately after. Alcina glanced at her bullet-filled body, then cupped her cheeks.
“Do you know what I would have done if you had died from these wounds?”
Bela tried not to look at her.
“I would have done everything in my power to get you back to me. I would tear down the sun and moon for you, my darling.” There was so much love in Alcina’s words, so much tenderness and care. Bela was drawn to it. “Please tell me you will come to me next time something happens. I cannot fathom the thought of you being in any more pain.”
Whether or not she actually would when the time came, Bela nodded. Alcina smiled at her warmly and placed a kiss against her forehead.
“That’s my good girl,” she said. “Now…” Her eyes slid down to the bullet wounds. “To handle this.”
“I tried to get them out myself,” Bela said. “I promise I tried. I got two out, but then-- but I couldn’t--”
“Shh,” Alcina stroked her hair. “You tried. That’s all that matters. But I am so proud of you, darling. It must not have been easy.”
Bela shook her head with a whimper.
“Alright,” Alcina stood up straight. “Come on. Lay on your bed. We need to get those little devils out of you.”
Bela didn’t disobey. She had already disobeyed enough for one day. She crawled onto her bed, whimpering each time her body bent in a way the bullets disagreed with. They felt like festering parasites inside her stomach. She was lightheaded.
“Mama,” she moaned. She was the last to stop calling Alcina such a thing. Cassandra was first, then Daniela, and when they both heard her still referring to their mother in that way, they teased her. While it had been done playfully, it was still enough to embarrass Bela and get her to stop to avoid risking further humiliation. But now she didn’t even care. She was far too uncomfortable to care about anything her sisters had to say.
“Mama…”
Alcina caressed the side of her face. “I’m right here, baby. Lay back for me.
Bela, as loyal as a hound, did as she was told. Her head rested against one of her fluffy pillows, but it did little to stop the room from spinning like a top. She looked over at Alcina anxiously, but her mother had an expression of focus and calm.
“Alright, my dove,” Alcina said, cupping one of her clammy, pallid cheeks. “I need you to lay as still as possible for me. Do you think you can do that?”
Bela nodded feebly.
“Very good. I’m going to start now, alright? Just stay still and breathe. I’ll work as quickly as I can.”
Another nod.
“Here I go.”
Even with the warning, Bela’s body still jolted when she felt the sharp stab of her mother’s claws against one of the bullet holes. Her eyes snapped open, but she was blind for several seconds before details bled back into awareness. To her own credit, she managed to keep from crying out, but only because she clenched her jaw so hard she chipped one of her fangs. Cassandra and Danieal were definitely going to tease her over that later, but it was the least of her problems at the moment.
The third bullet slid out with relative ease, lubricated by her blood, and, Mother Miranda, she was only just realizing she had fifteen more to go.
“One down,” Alcina said, flicking the buckshot to the floor. She lifted Bela’s chin to examine her broken tooth. “Hmm. It’ll grow back, don’t worry. It didn’t chip that much.”
“I was using a gown,” Bela said, her words coming out wheezy and weak. “To bite down on.” She pointed to the dress left on the rocking chair. “Can I use it again?”
Alcina followed her hand, spotting the bundle of fabric. “Oh, clever girl!” she praised, rubbing Bela’s head. She picked up the gown and gave it to Bela. “As I said before: you are my bright little daughter.”
Bela smiled shyly before biting down on the gown. She gave her mother an affirmative look to begin again.
The next three bullets went out smoothly--or as smoothly as little masses of lead wedged in sensitive tissue and muscle could be. But then Alcina got to one of the deeper slugs and it didn’t come out when tugged on, causing Bela to cry out and jerk away.
“Breathe, darling,” Alcina said, settling her back on her back when she tried to roll over. “Breathe. It’s alright. This one is a little deeper. A lot of them are going to be, but I need you to stay still and stay calm for me. Can you do that?”
“I-- I don’t know,” Bela said honestly.
Alcina frowned. She stroked her face, wiping away tears. “I know you can. You’re strong, Bela, regardless of what you think. And just know that I am so proud of you.”
Bela reached up to grab her mother’s hand. She pressed into the warm palm like a kitten seeking heat in the middle of a winter storm. Finally, she relented, “Okay.”
“Thank you, darling,” Alcina crooned. She went to return to her work, but Bela didn’t release her hand. “I need you to let me go, Bela.”
Bela was unwilling to part with the warmth, so Alcina did it herself, easily peeling her fingers away. She touched her cheek tenderly for a moment before saying, “Bite down and breathe, baby. I’m starting again.”
Bela did as she was told, grinding her teeth into the gown as claws returned to her sore stomach. She flinched, but didn’t try to squirm away again, grounding herself by grasping handfuls of the sheets beneath her.
Seven, eight, nine, ten… Alcina worked diligently, expertly removing the buckshot from Bela’s body. When she got to the eleventh one and it proved to be rather reluctant to leave its host, she stopped for a moment to give Bela time to breathe and prepare herself.
“You’re doing so good,” Alcina cooed, stroking Bela’s hair, which was wet with cold sweat. Bela had started to tremble at some point, though she didn’t exactly know when, but she hoped it wasn’t making the bullet removal harder than it already was.
“Mama,” Bela mewled. “It hurts…”
“I know,” Alcina hushed her. “I know. I’m almost done. Just eight more to go.”
“Hurry-- hurry--” Bela panted.
“Are you sure? You can wait a moment longer to catch your breath.”
Bela shook her head. “Please.”
Alcina pursed her lips, then nodded. “Alright. Here I go.”
Bela braced herself.
“Eleven…”
Bela breathed.
“Twelve…”
Bela bit down.
“Thirteen…”
Bela--
Bela screamed.
Bela screamed because the fourteenth bullet was buried deep within her flesh, burrowed in her warmth like a maggot in a corpse. She kicked out her legs and tried to yell for Alcina to stop, but blood mixed with bile lurched up the back of her throat and her mouth was clogged with fluids. Alcina ripped out the pellet with enough force to slit the edges of the hole with her claws, threw it to the floor, and then lifted Bela’s head so she wouldn’t inhale her own blood and choke. Bela coughed, staining her chest in a fresh layer of red.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry--”
“Shh,” Alcina stroked her thumb with her cheek. “Nothing to apologize for, darling. You’re doing very well. We’re so close to finishing.”
Bela looked at her, breathing heavily, her throat thick with blood. She didn’t know what to say, so she just nodded weakly. Alcina set her head back down on the pillow.
“Here we go, my sweet. Just a little longer.”
But Bela wasn’t able to handle it when the fifteenth was removed. She grabbed her mother by the wrist when she reached for the sixteenth one, clinging tightly.
“No more, no more--” Bela begged.
Alcina frowned. “I have to get them out, baby. You’re so close.”
Bela shook her head. “No, no-- can’t we-- can’t we just leave them in?”
“Bela. You’re smarter than that. You know we can’t.”
“But-- but it hurts,” Bela wept. “I can’t-- I can’t take it anymore. Please, Mama. Please just stop .”
Above her, Alcina looked incredibly worried. She ran her bloody claws through Bela’s hair, soothing her.
“I have to,” Alcina said. “I’ll be quick, I promise.”
Bela sobbed, but didn’t stop her.
With a cruel yank, the sixteenth bullet dislodged with a spit of blood. Bela shredded the sheets beneath her.
The seventeenth took some digging, with her mother stretching the tender edges of the hole with one hand, picking out flesh with the other. She nearly threw up at the disgusting squelching sounds that filled the air, but managed to save herself from the humiliation by swallowing hard.
The eighteenth, the one she had accidentally pushed in deeper, was the worst. It was like having a hot knife thrust into her soft stomach over and over again. She shivered with pain and blood loss as she felt the bullet being tugged on in her ragged flesh. It was a sickening friction of skin sucking against the force of her mother’s claws. She didn’t even know if it came out fully because her eyes rolled to the back of her head and everything went black.
——— ——— ———
Wiping her claws of blood, Alcina frowned down at her eldest daughter. Bela was unconscious. It seemed the pain was finally too much for her little body. Though, she made it all the way to the end. Alcina was expecting her to pass out a lot sooner.
And she said she wasn’t strong.
Scooping her up into her arms, Alcina carried Bela to her bedroom, telling a maid to clean up the bloody mess left behind. Once inside her chambers, she ran Bela a hot bath, washing her of all the blood that stained her body. The warm water seemed to rouse her daughter because shiny amber eyes peeked out from under heavy eyelids as she was cleaning out her hair.
“Mama,” Bela breathed out.
Alcina smiled at her lovingly. “Hello, my sweet.”
Bela looked around sluggishly. She seemed dazed. “I’m… huh?”
“You passed out,” Alcina informed her.
“The buckshot…?”
“All out,” Alcina reached out to caress her cheek. “It’s over. You did it. I’m so proud of you, baby girl.”
Bela, always wanting affection, pressed into her hand. “Finally…”
Alcina chuckled. “I’m just going to finish washing all this blood off and then you can lay back down. You need lots of rest to heal.”
“Can you…?”
Alcina smiled again. Her heart swelled with adoration and love towards her daughter.
“Yes, I will lay with you.”
Bela had definitely earned it.
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