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A different kind of prison

Tw for noms again, yeah, it’s honestly gunna be most my blog, with Grian again, this time it takes place in season 7 also thanks @random-tinies they helped with so many of the angsty ideas in this. Also, hard vore is brought up, nothing happens, and its mostly just panicked thoughts it is safe.

Grian the parrot laughed at it again. It was so strange yet, looking down at the shirt he had sewn, he was happy with it. The shirt was soft, made from some wool he had bought recently, and although Grian wasn’t much of a seamstress, someone had to repair his sweaters. The shirt dropped from his hand as he fell, flopping onto a hard cold floor, the bird sat there for a second dazed. He let out a groan before looking around him. Standing next to him was Doc who was growling at something. Turning his head, Grian locked eyes with False who smiled. “Scar was looking for you Mother spore.” The guard teased. Grian froze, scared of her words. Taking out some keys she opened the door, Grian jumped back as she reached for him. Impulse and Doc rushed in front of the avian who backed himself into the far wall. False let out a huff as she drew out her sword, the bald eagle's wings rose up in intimidation making herself look a lot bigger. Grian attempted to do the same, but False had that predatory look in her gaze making the smaller avian freeze on the spot. The mycelium leader's heart beat quickly, his body shivering, scared as the two that attempted to guard him were pushed away, Impulse after watching Doc get thrown back away. The creeper was fine, but wasn’t going to test the eagle more than he had and just gave a sad, defeated look to his leader. Grian closed his eyes waiting for the stabbing of a sword. Nothing happened, when he opened his eyes he saw the sword being placed back into its sheath and False taking one of his arms started her way out, turning around and locking the door. When out of view from the other resistance members she turned to the smaller avain. “Did I scare you that much?” She asked with genuine concern in her face and speech. “Y-you’re hurting my arm.” Grian says, causing the eagle to quickly drop it. “Sorry, sorry.” He rubs it and she gives an apologetic look. “I- that was a bit much, I’m sorry.” “I-it’s okay.” Grian says, rubbing his arm. “So uh I’m guessing you’re taking me to Scar? Is he going to?” He stopped looking at the sword on the eagle's far side. “Oh no- no no, I at least I don’t think he is, it doesn't seem like a Scar thing to do.” Grian nodded. “Well lead the way.” False nodded and the parrot followed behind. It didn’t take him long to realize they were underneath the resistance's second base, it explains how they got trapped as well. They hit a staircase, False turned to him. “Actually I forgot this earlier,” she slides out what seemed to be a potion. “I was told to give it to you if you showed up.” The parrot took it and looked at it, confused. “I promise it’s not poison if that's what you’re thinking.” Grian looked at her then back at it, slowly peeling off the cork. She was right about it not being poision, well at least it didn’t smell like it. His second guess was jump boost, and it made sense if they had placed something to keep the other hermits from getting out. What shut that idea down though was that False hadn't drank anything herself and was just looking at him. “Wh-what exactly does it do?” False’s expression softened as the parrots feathers began to rise on his back. She gently placed a hand on his shoulder and looked him in the eye. “Well, I know it’s a mix of fire resistance. As for the other thing, I’m not sure I can say, sorry.” Grian nods, he could smell the magma cube strongly now, and it made sense. It’s possible the burning slime smell muted the rabbit smell and it was just a jump boost. The idea of False not drinking anything though was fresh in his mind. Could be she already had, so the parrot just tilted his head back and barely swallowed. There was a sweet taste, most definitely not a jump boost. The flavors also didn’t mix that well, the bitter magma and the sweet, well whatever it was, made him nearly spit it back out. False seemed to notice his distress. “You good?” she asked. Grian nodded, finally gaining the courage to swallow, and chugged the rest down before deeply inhaling. He felt nauseous and his vision blurred, he was most definitely scared. “Grian?” False’s soft voice called from above him. “False? False? Where are you? I can’t see super well.” “It’s okay, I’m going to pick you up, is that okay?” Grian nodded. “Do you know when the blindness will wear off?” “Blindness?” She asked seemingly startled by that. Grian felt hands gently pluck him from the floor. “I don’t remember anything about that, have you tried wiping your eyes?” Grian took one of his sleeves and wiped across his face, blinking a few times. His vision came back and he looked up slowly. His body tensed when he saw how big False was. “I-I was shrunk wasn’t I?” He asked, voice quivering. “Y-yeah, you okay? Do you need some time to settle or-?” “No-no I’m okay, I’ll be alright.” “Okay, then I’m going to head up the stairs, would you rather me walk up? I don’t want to shake you up too much.” Grian nodded, keeping an eye on the stairs as she worked her way up, soon he could hear the chatter of the Hep above him, making him shiver some more. Soon they emerged and all the heads turned towards them. “Your turn Cub.” False said and the pharaoh made his way down the stairs taking the keys from False as he passed. All eyes were focused on the parrot, who swallowed nervously. “Hey, Grian.” Scar said, waving the two over. The smaller avian grabbed onto the eagle’s hand, glancing around very startled about the whole thing. The other hermits gave him friendly smiles but it didn’t help his nerves. False walked over placing her hands down on the table gently pushing Grian off, he just sat there taking it all in. His body shivered uncontrollably, Scar seemed to notice and wrapped his hands around the small avian startling him. “I- sorry I should have asked, I thought you were cold.” The Fae said slowly, pulling his hands away. He stopped when Grian grabbed onto one of the fingers hugging it. The larger blinked before gently curling his fingers around the parrot's back and wings. Grian just slid into it, his stress nearly vanishing at the soft touch. “O-oh oh my gosh.” Everyone turned to Tango who had his face in his hands watching Grian. “I want hand hugs, please.” He begged, his tail whipping back and forth excitedly. The little avian giggled slowly making his way over to Tango who lifted his head from his hands, his tail somehow wagging faster, as the small bird rubbed himself along his fingers, careful of his claws. “We should just keep him like this, it’s nice.” Keralis joked, most of the hermits laughed along with him. Grian rolled his eyes pushing himself away from Tango who whined. The parrot just looked around taking in the perspective of everyone around him and smiling. “This is so weird.” He commented, causing a snicker from the hermits around him. “No like seriously, how do you get anything done like this?” “Well, it’s nice if you ever need a hiding space,” B-dubs said shrugging, “though mobs are a pain when it comes to being that size.” “You’d be an expert on that wouldn’t you, B-dubs?” False teased. “Why yes- WAIT ARE YOU CALLING ME SHORT?!?!” The hermits around him burst into laughter. Grian chuckled but tried to hide it. He was shorter than b-bubs but honestly, no one ever said much about it. “HEY QUIT LAUGHING!!” The big-eyed man shouted, it made a couple laugh louder, but soon it quieted down with a couple coughs. The avian walked over to one of the edges checking out the distance between the table and the ground. The Hep leader panicked and placed hands under him causing the parrot to look at him annoyed. “I’m fine Scar. I won't fall.” “I- well mm I don’t know what you do?? You could get hurt.” “I have wings?” Grian said with a slightly annoyed tone. This made the vex stutter before sighing in defeat knowing the parrot was right. “Well shrinking him didn’t make him any less sarcastic.” False commented, the resistance leader just turned and stuck his tongue out at her, making the two sitting next to her laugh again. The eagle let out a playful growl, causing the smaller avian to fluff up in a challenging way. “OOOOOO.” Tango said understanding what Grian’s body language meant. “What are you going to do about that, False?” the demon teased. This caused the large avian to shoot up from her chair and lean over the table wings out wide like the parrot was doing, stopping when she sees the enemy leader flinch. She sat down after seeing Scar behind him looking a little angry. “Well anyways, let us begin.” Scar says, causing Grian to turn around and sit. “Well as you know, you and your group have been causing us a little bit of trouble.” Grian just smiles at that. “So I will offer you a way out-.” “What happens if I refuse?” Grian asked cutting the mayor off.

“I don’t think you want to know.” Scar says smiling, the shrunk leader felt a shiver run down his back. “I’m guessing it has to do something with me being small.” The vex looked a little shocked but nodded. “You are right about that, yes.” He responded slowly, only causing the avian to think. Not about giving up, oh no he wasn’t going along with that, he was just wondering what the Hep leader had in mind. “No. Sorry I don’t think I will.” Grian said confidently, causing the other hermits to look around at each other and then back at him. This also gave the avian second thoughts. Only when he looked back at Scar did he realize that the Hep leader ran his tongue across his lips with a big smile. The avian's feathers stuck up as he slowly started to push himself backwards. “C-can we talk it out?” “Well, the option of giving up is still on the table.” Scar responded. “I’m not doing that.” Grian hissed, his movements stalled by a hand pushed against his back. “Then I’m going to do what I had planned.” Scar said, mocking the parrot a little. "Come on i-it's not like I can do anything like this." Grian says trying his best not to stutter.

"That is true." Scar starts bringing up a hand to think. "But this is more fun." The fae said amused. He reached out, his body leaning on the table a little bit as the same hand, and grabbed the small avian. Grian flinched at the grip, eyes turning to the other hermits finally resting on X.

The admin blinked a couple of times, seemingly worried by the smaller's expression before turning his head away. Grian was about to call out to him but was lifted into the air and brought closer to the opposing leader's face. The avian pushed against the fingers holding him causing Scar to grab the smaller by the sweater and just hoist him higher. Grian’s feathers were ruffled by the slow calm breathing of the vex before him. “I’ll give you one last chance.” Scar said, smirking. The bird flinched at the words, not expecting them. This only made the smile on the Hep leader's face grow. The parrot’s face fell, and he swallowed nervously before answering weakly. “No.” Scar just let out a huff, opened his jaws, and let go. Grian attempted to fly but the second he got his wings out his chest hit a plush tongue. The parrot attempted to push himself up but the vex was quicker, closing his jaws gently around the bird’s wings and legs. The resistance leader froze, his breath speeding up. When he could feel Scar's jaws start to lift he pushed himself trying to get back out of the taller’s mouth. But the Hep leader realized as he tilted his head up making the bird slide down. He grabbed onto the fae's teeth, his legs dangling behind him. In doing so he pulled his wings out from underneath the teeth to avoid being cut. The tongue beneath him lapped at his hands trying to get him off. Grian held on as best as he could but his hands were getting sore. Instead, he stuck out his feet gripping the molars before letting the front tooth go. Scar pushed his tongue up in an attempt to unstick the avian’s legs, but Grian pushed off the bottom of Scar's mouth and shot his arms upwards pushing against the hard palate. The shocked voices of hermits sounded around him as they saw their leader’s jaws split open. Even False stared for a minute, surprised at the shrunken builder's strength. Scar was still pushing up at the resistance leader with the back of his tongue but changed tactics as soon as he realized it wasn't working. Instead, he curled the front part of his tongue backwards, shoving at the avian's chest, while also biting down a little harder. Grian let out a long pained groan, his body forced into a more crouching position, as he fought to keep the jaws open. The parrot lifted one leg in an attempt to move forwards, but the larger’s tongue shoved backwards hard pushing the avian off balance. He fell forwards begrudgingly wrapping his arms around the large wet muscle as he felt his toes trimming the edge of Scar’s throat. The large jaws shut around the smaller, who clung on for dear life. The fae curled his tongue down and around the resistance leader’s head trying to get him into his throat, while the avian fought for a place to put his feet on. The tongue sides pressed closer trying to form a taco around the bird, squishing his face, chest, and legs while also forcing the parrot down. Grain’s talons fought to grip on the walls making it seem like the bird was trying to run as his feet slipped down until finally, he tipped over one side slightly and a leg was pulled into the vex’s throat. The parrot attempted to pull it out but the muscle pulled it in. The smaller leader attempted to remove his leg by pushing up with his free one. Scar had other plans. The larger’s tongue pushed up, pulling some of the avian's leg out but the walls above and behind him pressed in and pulled down, sucking down the parrot. Grian barely kept his grip on the tongue, his hands pulling at the wet tongue effortlessly before the back of the tongue pressed against the bird's chest pinning him between it and the back wall. The tongue lifted, squishing itself against the resistance leader’s face before the swallow sounded, pulling him down. Light flooded the throat, causing Grian to look up. His face was right beneath the opening so he could barely see the outline of Scar’s teeth as his mouth hung slightly ajar taking in as much air as he could. A hand gently felt the avian from the outside as Scar laughed. “You’re really strong.” Scar complemented, gently massaging the bird trapped in his gullet. Grian panted a little before answering. “Thanks?” He replied, a little confused. The walls around him pushed back and forth as the larger one laughed. “Ready?” The Hep leader asked. “No, but whatever.” Grian responded, a chuckle was felt around him like before. The Hep leader’s head tilted and he swallowed once again. This time it was nicer, much more gentle, maybe this wouldn't be awful. ‘Wait, but Scar’s a fae, which means he doesn't have a-.’ The avian didn’t even finish that thought. He pushed his legs out hard, accidentally scratching the Hep leader's throat. A pained yell escaped Scar’s mouth, making the parrot's ears ring. A strong hand pushed against the bird's feet as the larger lurched forward. A bit of blood splashed against the resistance leader’s pants and sweater, while some made its way up and out. Loud coughing sounded from all around him, forcing the avian’s hands on his ears as he painfully moaned at the loud noise. The calls and cries of the Hep agents are muffled by the muscle between them. He could feel his feet start to slip again, he reached an arm out to stop himself but as soon as he tried the walls compressed in on him. The muscle squashed his body tight before a gulp forced him down. Grian attempted to struggle, but Scar kept up the swallows, making them stronger as well to keep the avian from attempting something like that again. The bird was halted when his feet slide through a slightly tighter spot into a more open area. All hell broke loose, Grain's wings pushed against the back wall while he pulled one leg back up and shoved at the far wall opening up the gullet. Scar was still sucking as much air as he could in so the parrot took his chance. He pulled his other leg up and positioned it above the other one before he slide his body up higher. He placed his lower leg above the other before he shimmied his way up again. This went on for what Grian assumed to be 5 minutes before the walls squashed the bird into a ball. A gulp sounded a little before he felt the compress and the push of the walls. Grian went to push his legs free but knew the best option was to stay curled up, it made swallowing less effective. After 4 swallows he could feel the opening of the stomach tickling his toes. But the wall was so tight and small Scar was struggling to get him farther. It went on for a while before Grian heard the sound of water from above him. A few small droplets were his only warning before the liquid surrounded him. His talons struggled to grasp the soaked surface forcing them down into the hole with all the water. The parrot fell, stopping as the opening to the stomach pressed around his midsection. Using his hands he attempted to pull himself out but the last gulp sounded, he could barely make out the gullet above him closing together before shoving him through the hole. The resistance leader tried and failed to stop the slide into the hip-high water. He panicked, throwing himself against the stomach walls, legs kicking and hands pushing out trying to escape the talkative organ. The walls only weakly pushed back seemingly unaffected by the avian's attempt at escaping. “SCAR!!” The parrot screamed out. “PLEASE, PLEASE…please.” He tried, his body falling limp onto the slimy walls. His hands gently pushed at the flesh as his body lay against the pulsing walls. There was no response, the silence broken by the mumbling of the stomach. Tears soon fell from the avian's face, the walls pressing against his cheeks as if comforting, his legs gave out forcing Grian to his knees. His shoulders and face remained above the pool as he cried. He was pushed over as Scar stood up most likely leaving. “S-scAr!” The resistance leader screamed, hurting his own throat. There was no response, Grian didn’t even think the taller could hear him. His fists loosened as he fell onto his side into the stomachs side, the walls gently massaging the bird as he lay there waiting for the burning feeling, tears still streamed down his face, but he made no sound. A hand gently pushed against the bird's side and at first, he had no reaction, but when it happened again he let out a growl and pushed back. The hand stopped pushing, and instead rubbed around in circles for a little. Grian let out whimpers, Scar felt satisfied, there was no doubt about it. The rubbing stopped after a while. Soon after the parrot could hear the muted sound of a firework launch and Scar’s body shifted, splashing the bird a little bit. He let out a groan, sputtering to make sure nothing got in his mouth. He gave an annoyed kick to the gut wall and heard a soft grunt sound from above meaning the Hep leader most likely felt it. A hand reached down, pressing against the bird as it did before. Grian gently punched before blinking a couple times. He could feel the adrenaline draining from his body. The parrot stood up to keep himself from falling asleep, and decided to walk around and feel the distance of his containment. As he stood up he was surprised to feel that he was still fine, besides how his legs were a little sore. The avian stretched an arm out, walking until he found what he assumed was the front of the belly. Almost all of the pool was tipped in that direction so Grian decided to turn around when he felt it so as to not get burned. He kept his arms out tracing the far wall, flinching when Scar let out a hiccup. The shrunken leader nearly screamed when the walls pushed back, he figured it was Scar again. “CAN YOU PLEASE STOP PUSHING ME?!?” Grian angrily shouted, and almost as soon as he did the hand disappeared. “Wait. S-SCAR CAN YOU HEAR ME!?!?” Grian asked, the hand returned and poked him. “I-, IS THAT A YES??!?” He was poked again giving him confirmation. Grian stood there confused, why wasn’t he answering if he could hear him? Was he going to let him die in here? Is he just keeping him here until he says he’d stop? Scar wasn’t dumb, well not as much as people might lead him on to believe. Surely he knew though-. “The fire resistance.” Grian said aloud. There was a gentle poke to his side. “You added the fire resistance so I don’t die, didn't you?” Once again the resistance leader got a tap placed on his side. Grian took a deep breath in and curled his talons into his foot before kicking the stomach walls as hard as possible. Scar let out a pained huff and pushed back. “What? You deserved it.” Grian said, looking up as if he was looking the taller in the eyes. The muscle around him shifted quickly, squishing the smaller. He tried to push back but the walls retreated back, not before soaking the avian. Grian attempted to shake himself dry, feeling a little sick from the experience. That didn’t last long as the world around him shifted. ‘Scar must be landing.’ he thought as he slipped backward, the stomach's contents heading in his direction. The bird shut his eyes, mouth, and nose as the liquid shoved him to the floor. The parrot shot up, wiping as much as he could off his face before taking a deep breath in. He looked down at the puddle he sat in a little disgusted. Well, at least he was safe, right? How long was the fire resistance though? Grian walked backwards pressing his back into the wall, just because he was safe, doesn't mean his mind could accept it. He still is and was in Scar’s stomach, the second the fire resistance wears off, it would most definitely be painful. ‘When would Scar let him out though?’ Grian panicked a little at that thought. ‘Scar wouldn't do that though right?’ The avian’s head swirled with questions, he barely knew the vex. Well, that was a lie, but he never really went against the Fae before. The closest to an enemy he’d been to the man is when he was a spectator. That was still much different then now, and Grian had no idea what the Hep leader could and would do. Honestly, by now he would have thought that the lack of air would have killed him. Somehow, he felt fine though, well, as fine as one could be in this situation. He places his hands beside his back, feeling the muscle rub itself against his hands as if checking them out. Wait, how long is the fire resistance? The resistance leader’s heart dropped, what if it wears off? He pressed his body more into the flesh. “S-scar?” He asked, his voice quivering, the wall behind him pressed into his back. After a little of the pressure not receding the avian began to panic. “SCAR?!?!?!?!?!” Once again there was no response and the avian slowly walked away from the walls, his feathers fluffing up as he walked in circles. “SCAR PLEASE ANSWER ME!!!” The bird yelled, cupping his hands. The bird felt around for a little before looking up trying to spot the throat, but he must be too far down so there was no light coming in the roof. This freaked the avian out even more. “SCAR!!” He tried one last time, still no response. Grian became desperate, tears falling from his eyes as he called out, his voice quivering, until he couldn’t speak. Loud sobs wracked his body and his mind in a loop on possible deaths. The bird's hands came up to his head, he let out a pained groan as he started to walk backwards. He nearly toppled over when he felt the wall touch his back. Grian turned around a bit too quickly, making the parrot fall onto his back splashing himself. Once in a semi-comfortable position he cried out again. “SCARR!” There was silence, no hand pressing, no words, nothing. The resistance leader curled in on himself sobbing once again. The ticking time of the fire resistance in his head, and he’d rather not burn to death. Eventually he stood up, stepping back before launching himself at the nearby wall. He heard a huff exit from above him, but besides that, nothing. It’s all the avian needed though. Grian Jumped feeling the roof of the stomach smiling a little as his fingers traced the opening to his current, uh well position. Once again he launched himself up making sure he had the position right. The parrot jumped again, flapping his wings while also clinging onto one of the nearby walls he pushed, fighting his way through the opening. He felt the pulse of the stomach walls speed up just as his head breached the tight spot. The sound of a weak swallow sounded from above him, and the avian only had a second to react before he was forced back in. Grian heaved looking up into the black even more panicked. Scar had gone back to ignoring the smaller so he decided to change tactics. The Resistance Leader’s back slammed into the close wall again, nearly making him fall. Catching himself, he once again backed up, before this time jumping on the slippery muscle. He met with a hand half way through the jump, flinging him to the other end of the Vex’s stomach. A loud grunt shook the walls around him. Grian felt the floor beneath him start to wiggle and his world shift before he slid. “NO NO NO NO!!!” The avian cried out in panic, but was muted as his face hit the front wall. The fae's hand pressing the other side in pain as he let out another groan before huffing and patting the small bird. The shrunken leader pushed back, getting his face out of the slime. The stomach’s pulse slowed down again and the hand started to rub in circles again. Soon after, the organ shifted, sending the avian down on his butt. Grian just took time to breathe, too tired to think about the outcomes much longer. He flopped onto the wall again leaning into the rubs more than he’d like to admit. When the hand stopped Grian shifted up but before he could say anything he heard a gulp from above him. He shot up running as fast as he could before a splash forced him down. Instinctively the avian's arms shot out in front of him stopping him from going under the puddle. Water rushed around his face but he stood himself up, the swallowing continuing. Did Scar swallow someone else? Oh god, oh no, is he going to do this to everyone? When Grian turned around though he saw a glow, a pink one, answering his question. No, it wasn’t another player, at least at the moment, it was a potion, Healing to be specific and the bird watched as it worked its magic. The liquid illuminated the flesh around him showing the dark green color that surrounded him, though he honestly wished it didn’t. The avian also watched as the pink surged into his body healing scratches he's had for weeks. Looking around him the glow fixated itself around the area the bird had been slamming himself into. Grian could also hear a relieved sigh from above him. It then hit him, so is this why Scar was ignoring me? False’s words rang through his head. ‘It doesn't seem like a Scar thing to do.’ His thoughts were cut short as the walls around him rumbled and pushed in. Grian struggled to his feet, but his back was pushed forwards by the wall behind him. He barely kept himself on his feet moving forwards just to feel the flick of another wall forcing him backwards. Is this how he died? The parrot shivered the walls soon closed around him forcing the puddle upwards. As the liquid reached his chest and the walls met his wings the bird froze. The light started to dim as the potion worked its magic flowing through the larger’s veins. The walls and puddle continued to shrink Grian’s breathing space, so when the liquid hit his lower chin he puffed out his cheeks. Scar’s stomach pressing into him nearly made him lose all his air. Next thing the avian closed his eyes before the muscles squished against his back forcing him up? The resistance leader's head was pushed through the gap he had come in, his mouth quivering, barely keeping shut. He was shoved up again, and could feel the liquid around him falling back down past his hairline. He still wiggled his arms up and covered his mouth before being pushed up again. Now the air was being squished out of his teeth, but his hands kept the juices from getting in. The next shove sent the grossness past his shoulders and he took a breath in,. coughing at the slightly dry air. He took another breath, before his cheeks were squished and he was moved up. His feet barely lingered at the lips of the stomach's entrance now. Grian opened his eyes a little and could see light, not strong, but much nicer than the dark prison he was forced in before. They were instinctively shut as the walls moved in again sending the avian up. A couple more hurks the bird opened his eyes again, looking over he saw a pink glow working its way into a small scratch. O-oh I did that didn’t I? Grian asked himself, reaching a hand and gently touching it. The throat walls around him wriggled uncomfortably, squishing the small leader’s chest a little. “S-sorry.” Grian gasped out quietly. What the bird assumed to be a finger pressed at his side. “Sorry for scratching you Scar.” “It’s okay.” The vex answered the walls shaking around the avian as he did such. “You okay?” the larger asked after a minute of silence. “I got so panicked when you started throwing yourself at me, I- has- did the potion wear off?” While talking the walls squashed the avain in them even more. Grian blinked for a couple seconds, before realizing what the taller meant. “I- I don’t think so? I’d rather not find out though.” The fae answered with a hum. “Are you ready to continue then?” “What?” “Out?” “OH, uh, y-yeah.” Not even a second after Grian answered the walls pushed him up. Scar’s breathing became very loud as he fought for air with the avian sharing the same tube. The vex didn’t waste a second before mustering up a strong push, shooting the top half of the parrot onto his tongue. Grian let out a gasp deeply breathing in as much air as he could, and Scar stopped to do the same. When they’d recovered enough, the smaller tucked his claws in and pulled his legs out of the Vex’s gullet. A small hurk sounded as the parrot’s tail slid out the largers throat. The resistance leader was too exhausted to move as the tongue beneath him pushed him out of the larger mouth and into the Fae's hand. Grian was drenched, his feathers thoroughly soaked. The smaller was angry, after being placed on a wooden table, he turned to face Scar. His anger drained as soon as he did. The vex looked beaten and sad, as if Grian had just kicked Jellie out the window in front of him. The avian turned his head away, forgetting his rage. Next to him sat milk, a small play tea cup full. “Is this for me?” the small leader asked, fighting the instinct to flinch as the drool drained from the other's mouth. “Y-yeah.” Scar said quietly, a hand rubbing his upper throat, presumably where the bird scratched him. Grian didn’t answer back and just drank his vision blurring as he grew back to normal size. He sat on the table till his head cleared and slid off slime still covering his body making him shiver in disgust. “Do you want to use my shower?” Scar asked his voice light, his throat most definitely still sore. Grian didn’t even turn around shaking his head. “Goodbye Scar.” The bird's tone hinted at the once existing anger before his wings shot out and he pushed off the landing, gliding away.

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shushiyuii · 3 years

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if you're doing requests, than can I possibly ask for some G!revivebur and t!tommy hurt/comfort? (with soft noms involved if thats okay)

hope you're doing well today and i love your writing too

Thank you so much! I'm glad you love my writings! mwkdakdn and I've actually had a great day today! So thank you for asking! (Also of course noms are okay uwu)

Warnings: Soft vore, mentions of death and torment of a tiny

Words: 1.1K+

His train had finally arrived…

Meanwhile, Tommy was working on his base, being a borrower, it wasn’t quite as easy as you wish to get the materials needed.

He was exhausted from mining all day and now he just had to organise his chests, which was just another annoying task. Tommy huffed in annoyance at this, at least he had enough minerals to last him ages.

He hated organising his chests but if he did it would at least be easier to find things, as to why he was doing this millennial task.

Chest after chest, block after block, ore after ore. It was finally almost done. Just a couple more to go, he went over to another chest and found some… interesting things… It held his old L’manburg uniform and his flag, things he put away after Wilbur had well, died.

He picked up his old uniform and noticed something strange on it, it was stained with blue, covered in stitches. Alarmed he began to examine the uniform and there fell out a note, from Ghostbur.

“Hey, Tommy! I came to borrow some things and noticed your old uniform! I fixed it up for you! I know you said not to go through your stuff, but I figured you’d like it!” – Ghostbur

He huffed as the note itself was covered in blue, Ghostbur had a tendency of leaking his blue everywhere, It couldn’t be helped…’. He looked down and saw water beginning to seep at the pages, he wiped at his eyes.

He wasn’t going to cry! He was Tommy Danger Kraken Innit! A man! And men don’t cry!

It wasn’t his fault! It was Sam’s! He didn’t let him protect Ghostbur! It could’ve been stopped and now the only remnant of his brother is gone.

Gone to the afterlife, once and for all. Maybe his symphony could finally be at peace with everything being gone now, he could move on…

Little did he know that wouldn’t quite be the case as a thing popped right into his face, much to his hate and surprise…

‘Wilbur Soot has joined the game’.

He couldn’t be back, Dream really didn’t revive him right?! Wasn’t revival supposed to be immediate?! Whatever exhaustion was trying to take over his body was gone as adrenaline pumped through his veins. He immediately booked it through his door towards L’manburg.

His vision went from black to clear, he fiddled with his hands, finally becoming aware of his surroundings, the blue and gold catching his eyes with a torn L’manburg flag, with the crater in front of him. He pinched his arm to make sure he wasn’t going crazy, and he wasn’t!

He was alive again with blood rushing through his newly revived veins! He was alive again! Dream his hero! He had really been brought back! He could feel his excitement jolting every part of his body, so many things to do and see, so many things to make amends for!...

Panic filled with thoughts rushed through his head, what would the others think? Oh god, back when he was dead himself, he remembered how Wilbur was… This is practically going to be doomsday all over again if he didn’t stop it.

He had never run so fast before, not even in the war. It seemed his body agreed with him this once that this was very very bad. And it wasn’t going to be an easy trip for the borrower. Every hole he jumped over, and soon L’manburg came into his view.

His fingers twitched, not used to being able to function. He could feel bruises over his body and particularly felt an aching pain from his chest, probably some remnant from the stab wound, but that wasn’t going to stop him out, now that he was finally free.

He breathed in the fresh air, taking a deep breath, and filling his lungs as much as he could. How he missed being able, you learnt to appreciate such things.

He closed his eyes in a sort of relief, happy, satisfied but this was only the beginning.

“Wilbur!”, he heard a voice, a familiar one. One he hadn’t heard in a while; he knew he was close not far. He was used to having to keep an ear out for the borrower, he was just surprised at himself he wasn’t rusty.

He turned around to see a small figure approaching, seeming to run with all they had, wow, Tommy must’ve really missed him!

Soon, Tommy was just a couple of meters away from Wilbur. Not one of them talked at first, “Hey Tommy! I missed you!”. Tommy’s expression turned somewhat dark, upset, grim. He titled his head in confusion and crouched down as much as he could.

“You shouldn’t be here.”, Wilbur snorted slightly, then turned to giggles and those giggles turned to psychotic laughter as he processed the point that Tommy just brought up, he wasn’t supposed to be here? “I’m not supposed to be here Tommy? What about you?”.

No answer came, he laughed again, “Oh, Tommy, Tommy, Tommy.”. He brought a finger to Tommy’s face, gently squishing it. “Listen, I spent 13 and a half, 13 and a half years! IN THAT GOD DAMN HELL!”. The gentleness faded as he increased pressure on Tommy, causing Tommy to fall over from under the pressure and try to fight back.

The pressure lightened as he removed his hand, he was about to speak when he saw Tommy back away from him, he was confused for a minute.

But whatever it was, Tommy was mumbling and crying, flinching whenever he made a small movement. Usually, Tommy would be fighting back right now?

He put any other thoughts he had aside, “Tommy, what’s wrong?”. Sure, he might be cruel sometimes but that never stopped his older brother instincts. The boy cried louder. He cupped the boy into his hands and brought him closer to his face.

“Tommy, I’m here, what’s wrong?”, “I-, You-, Dream-, Can’t, S-scared”. He hushed the boy and nuzzled him, he flinched at first but soon reluctantly gave into the contact. It was clear to him that Tommy had changed drastically, more than he thought, he was traumatised. Who dared to hurt his little brother?

“Tommy, who?”, “Huh?”, “Who did it?”. He sniffled, “D-dream”. His eyes widened suddenly, a vision flashed of a tiny Tommy caught in an explosion, a memory from Ghostbur. He remained silent.

Without a word, he brought Tommy close to his mouth, gently placing him in. Tommy flinched as he was placed on his brother’s tongue, “W-Wil?”, “You’re safe”. He mumbled as he moved his tongue to coat Tommy, which then lead to tilting his head back and swallowing.

He traced his brother's descent with his finger, and soon felt him land in his stomach, he waited for his little brother to get tucked in and fall asleep, to which he did. Then he decided that he’d keep Tommy in there for a while, where he’d be safe.

#mcyt g/t #mcytg/t #dsmp g/t #giant!wilbur #tiny!tommy #tw vore #shushi's writings

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thecarnivorousmuffinmeta · 3 years

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Hi love, so I was wondering if u had any thoughts about Edward panic changing Bella if she was close to death while he was near. Like if they were in a car accident or whatever and medical help was too far away. For all his refusal to turn her and let her die naturally, he seems like he would panic and bite her when in the actual situation. (Regardless of whether or not he succeeds in turning her or mercy kills her after, because I totally agree with u about those two lmao 😭😭😂)

Hello, anon.

Well, this actually happened in canon.

The Fiasco of Bella's Emergency Birth

Bella's emergency C-section was a complete shit show and almost like an act of God to make sure Carlisle was not there. The date for the operation had been set, after weeks of starvation Carlisle finally leaves the house in order to prepare for surgery, and the second he steps out side what happens.

Bella's spine snaps like a twig, Edward has to eat his daughter out of the womb, and Bella's goes into cardiac arrest.

Bella's heart stops in the middle of this, her spine was broken, and she lost a massive amount of blood. Bella was a millisecond from death.

Edward stabs her with a syringe and chooses to turn her.

Before that point, it was unclear that he would.

He starts Breaking Dawn trying to coax Bella into postponing the change or even delaying it inevitably. His plan is to attend college with her, something Bella would physically not be capable of as a typical newborn.

Given the Volturi, this was absolutely not an option, Edward insists it is anyway.

When Bella becomes pregnant with his child, his plan is to abort her (forcibly if need be) and supply her Jacob Black as a stud in order to deliver all the human babies she could possibly want. Bella by this point cannot digest human food, her stomach has turned to stone, and Renesmee has likely damaged her internal organs beyond repair. Bella cannot go back to being an ordinary human, not without significant health issues, and that's if she survives at all (which I find doubtful).

I'm sure Edward had it in his mind that, even with Carlisle cutting Bella's uterus open with his teeth, that somehow, in some miraculous way, they might not have to turn Bella. Bella can remain human and everything will be fine.

But then Bella is dying in front of him, he sees her heart stop, and he makes the panic decision to save her life. He shoots her heart full of venom then begins CPR. Bella survives through the transformation and is turned.

To me though, this was very much a panic changing and something that was up in the air. Edward in that moment had to decide whether or not he could live without Bella, even if she's a vampire. He chose to keep her, he likely will always wonder if he made the correct choice.

But Back To Your Question

By Breaking Dawn Bella's been around a while. She's made it repeatedly clear, many many times, that she wants to be a vampire. She and Edward have extensively argued both pros and cons of vampirism. Edward's not sure Bella really gets what his reality is (she doesn't) but they have gone over it.

Bella's also talked to Carlisle, Rosalie, and Jasper about the whole vampire package. She's met multiple vampires, been attacked by multiple vampires, even Edward can't deny she's seen the ugly side of vampirism.

Bella really wants to be a vampire.

Edward has also faced reality without Bella Swan. It's bleak, cold, and endless. There is nothing for him in that world, even separating from her if she were to remain human pains him significantly.

Even Edward, stubborn as he is, could read the writing on the wall by Breaking Dawn. The decision is ruminating in the back of his mind and the option, loathe as he is to admit it, is actually on the table.

Then you have Renesmee who really helps things along. Per Renesmee, Edward decides that vampires do in fact have a soul. He is not a damned, senseless, creature and turning Bella would not condemn her to be a monster. He still likely doesn't like the idea of it, for reasons he cannot explain to himself, but his major theological argument is now gone.

Without Renesmee's gift, he may very well not have gone for that syringe.

But say we're in Twilight or even New Moon, this is a Bella Edward is sure has no idea what a vampire is. One who has not had a chance to assert a billion times that, yes, she really really really wants to do this. He's still convinced he can leave her and she can live a human life without vampires or any supernatural nonsense.

We see this Bella get significantly injured in Edward's presence.

Bella is losing a lot of blood fast after her run in with James. Carlisle has to start stitching her up immediately and get her to a hospital. A little later, and even from the blood loss she might have died. She's also been been bitten.

To stop her transformation, the venom would have to be sucked out, something notoriously difficult to do even under the best of circumstances. Bella's currently bleeding profusely and is Edward's singer: this is a death sentence.

Rather than panic change her, Edward panic keeps her human. He sucks the poison out, nearly going too far and killing her, and risks her death to keep her human.

In that moment, though it's a flash decision, Edward would rather Bella die than turn her. (After which, of course, he would go to Volterra to kill himself and give Aro an aneurism).

He repeats this sort of idea throughout the series. Notable are the times that Bella gives him hypothetical scenarios, increasingly ridiculous, to see what he would come up with.

A car crashes? Edward never crashes cars, he is that awesome at driving. And if the car crashes anyway, he has the reflexes of a panther, he'll unbuckle Bella, vault out of the car, and heroically jump out the back window to safety and humanity. Bella will never be injured.

A plane crashes? Edward unbuckles Bella from her seatbelt, carries her bridal style to the emergency exit, and then throws them both out the window and to safety... some tens of thousands of feet below preferably in water. He and Bella are then photographed as the sole miraculous survivors of this terrible tragedy. (When Edward gave this answer, I had my answer as to whether or not Edward actually passed his basic physics class. The answer, children, is no.)

Granted, these are not actual scenarios, and it's easier to give these kinds of answers than talk about them. But it's very telling that in Twilight, when Bella point blank tells him that one day she will die and that is the truth of humanity, he essentially says, "Blue Screen: ERROR" back to her followed swiftly by, "THE SUBJECT IS CLOSED".

Back to Your Question (Again)

But let's say we have your scenario. The summer after James, in Bella and Edward's summer of love before the birthday disaster, Edward (say it ain't so) crashes the fucking Volvo.

What can one expect when making a sharp turn at 110 MPH? Well, Edward has the reflexes of a panther, so he never saw it coming somehow. Bella, of course, saw it coming the first time she stepped into Edward's car.

Edward walks out fine, Bella... does not. The car's down in a ravine, Bella's bleeding out, it is clear she is not going to survive this and Edward cannot get her to the hospital in time even with his speed.

Well, given this is Twilight, and given the shock of all of this and suddenness, Edward could very well black out and eat her. When Edward comes to, he's om nom noming on Bella's battered corpse.

Edward runs away to Italy to kill himself.

Say he doesn't though, Edward manages to hold his breath or else miraculously control himself. Bella's still bleeding out, and giving him this very dazed, expectant, look. From Bella's face, it's clear what she's thinking: Turn Me, You Dipshit.

However... I imagine if Bella can't say the words out loud, Edward while panicked and in terror of losing her, won't do it. He will not condemn her to vampirism without her explicit consent.

Let's say Bella gurgles out, "Turn me, Edward"

Well, things just got a whole lot harder. This is now Bella's dying wish, she's looking at him even as the light fades out of her eyes, and he can see the growing resignation and disappointment in them. Edward will have this image with him forever, the life, light, and love bleeding out of Bella and her undoubtedly final thoughts that Edward was never worthy of her.

Honestly? Toss a coin.

I could see it going either way.

Edward stalls so long, deliberating, that the time for action passes. Bella dies right in front of him. That, or he sees her life force flickering and before he can think about it he bites her (whether to eat her or turn her we'll never truly know) and then it's too late, it's done, he's turned her himself. (If, of course, he doesn't accidentally kill her in the process).

The Aftermath

If he turns her then Edward will forever be haunted by the guilt that he destroyed Bella Swan. He turned her into a monster, just as he feared, and has condemned her to this miserable existence where she becomes orphaned from everything she knew.

Edward in this situation breaks things off with Bella (very awkward as they're part of the same coven now), he can't handle the guilt of what he did to her or what she now is. He thinks about mercy killing her, but given it's his own damn fault, is probably very conflicted and feels unworthy of taking even this action. All of this just makes him the lowest of worms.

Bella is utterly devastated that Edward appears to no longer love her (just as she suspected) and tries desperately to assure him that she loves being a vampire. She's finally comfortable in her own skin. She certainly still loves him and more, even if she wasn't happy, she gave her consent and would never hold that against him.

Edward doesn't care.

Edward likely goes to Rio to try to wrap his head around everything and be miserable by himself. Alice and Jasper likely leave on Alice's journey of self-discovery (but mostly to just avoid the emotional turmoil of the Cullen household). Rosalie actively blames Bella for this and tells her so to her face, Esme is an utter wreck, and Carlisle's working triple overtime at the hospital. Bella is even more devastated, she's Yoko Ono breaking apart the Beatles.

Bella offers to leave the Cullens. If she leaves then everything will go back to normal, right?

Everyone protests. But everyone here is pretty much Esme and Carlisle. But mostly Carlisle. Esme tries to, but it's in between sobs, where she talks about how beautiful Bella and Edward were AND THEY CAN WORK IT OUT. Emmett would, but Rosalie views Bella as a home wrecker and he has to side with the wife. Which just leaves Carlisle trying to lamely insist this isn't her fault.

It isn't, but, well, things are very bad right now.

Carlisle likely sets up Bella with the Denali. This ends after a few weeks, Bella can't handle the lifestyle and being the ugly brunette sister. Bella likely becomes a nomad and catches up with the Cullens every few years or so.

The 'Cullens' of course, becoming smaller and smaller each consecutive visit as the coven utterly dissolves.

The last time Bella visits, it's just Carlisle. Esme ran off to support Edward in Rio, Alice and Jasper never came back, and Rosalie and Emmett are on their 23rd honey-moon.

And that's how Bella rejoins the Cullens (i.e. Carlisle).

It's very awkward.

#twilight #twilight meta #twilight headcanon #twilight renaissance #edward cullen #anti edward cullen #bella swan #edward/bella #anti edward/bella #carlisle cullen #esme cullen #rosalie hale #the cullens #meta #headcanon #opinion

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mariusroyale · 3 years

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You better give us some headcanons on the crew /j

Unless-

uh hah ha-

LESSS GOOOO

Kwazii:

- what’s the bet he watches and rewatches pirates of the Caribbean

- he’s littered with scars! battle scars he calls em and it stresses out peso bc he doesn’t WANT MORE SCARS ON HIM

- i hc him as bi! he just radiates bi energy to me-

- he blinks slow around peso :>>

- has used his claws to pick locks before!

- kwaso bc duh- he loves rubbing his face against pesos like he can’t help it he jus HAS to bc he loves him sm

- this is sort of canon already but he can’t go a minute without jumping or doing front flips anywhere like he GAHTTA MOVE

- when he’s thoroughly spooked he’ll jump extra high and cling onto the ceiling like in those cartoons akdjdkdh

Peso:

- often studies when he’s not busy!! gotta know more abt how to help sea creatures he hasn’t encountered yet after all

- sings/chirps when he’s v v happy

- FLAPS when he’s happy too hahdkfjd

- i think he’d like watching medical dramas! probably me projecting but i like them

- WHAT IF HES INTO KDRAMAS (ive only gotten into one but that hc is cute ahehsj)

- loves listening to kwazii’s stories!! (this is already canon basically (cough cough, that snail ep in season 5))

- I’d like to think he preens sometimes! just sorta fixing up his feathers and some (kwazii) of the crew are like ‘why are u stabbing urself’

- is a super fast swimmer! this is already confirmed p much but like HELLA FAST

Barnacles:

- enjoys listening to classical music

- also SOME HARD ROCK IF HES FEELING IT

- is BEEG LIKE 🅱️EEG 🅱️EEFY 🅱️OLAR 🅱️EAR

- could sometimes act like captain holt in my version of the crew!

- and by that i mean he sees kwazii as a son and would die for him (not if i die for u first captain!)

- when really really tired (as in u can’t save him with coffee) he’ll just blabber abt how much he treasures the crew and how much he’ll do for them

- sometimes he doesn’t get enough sleep! (like tweak-) and peso as his doctor has to keep him in check cos like yeah captain ur strong as shit but ur still old!!!

- his teefs are super fuckin S H A R P like sometimes when he needs a knife or maybe scissors he’ll just *SLICE*

- he’s obviously a huge softie but man this guy is SUCH a cutie patootie id imagine if he was in a relationship he’d be nonstop affection and all that

- speaking OF affection, he’ll pull kwazii into these big ass BEAR HUGS bc augwh he loves this cat so much “my SO N” “CAP LOOSEN IT A LITTLE IM A BIT SQUISHED-“

- bad at cooking but delights in watching cooking shows from time to time

- probably watches bob ross

- ohhhhh my god he could totally be an artist n stuff

Shellington:

- this one’s so stupid but, tweak and kwazii keep giggling whenever they make him say ‘LAWRENCE CHANEY’ KAHAKAHDS

- I’d like to think he tries to learn new languages too!

- falls asleep at his desk sometimes and one of the crew either carries him to bed or puts a blanket over him

- tries his hand at cooking with his children the vegimals! does not work out well he’s a disaster

- enjoys watching stuff on YouTube! u decide what youtubers he watches

- could hc him as ace!

- does that thing and eats ice

- he’s a lanky guy but almost reaches the captains height in my version

Dashi:

- sometimes when she’s really really frustrated she’ll just accidentally bark and she’ll just be like “😳 my bad-“

- when she’s particularly delirious (exhaustion, probably) she’ll chase her tail

- when she gets really excited her tail will wag really really fast

- adjdk sometimes when she’s super hungry she’ll skip chewing food and just I N H A L E (re: does not bode well when it’s noodles)

- sometimes she’ll just sleep in weird ass positions, neck tilted n all that

- loves dressing up tweak sometimes when she’s comfy with it (gives her her own stylish tomboy fits and stuff)

- LOOOOVES the barbie movies god she grew up on them and sometimes she’ll just watch fashion fairytale or princess charm school

- forces koshi to watch them too (she also loves them)

- visibly winces when kwazii tries mimicking her Aussie (tho it sounds p kiwi to me) accent

- probably watches drag race

Tweak:

- watches game grumps ajdjd

- sometimes gets too loud in her room when playing games cos she’ll get mad n shit

- “GODDDDAAMMIT I WAS SO CLOSE TO COMPLETING IT”

“TWEAK PLEASE ITS 2 AM GO TO SLEEP”

- sometimes she’ll just. eat leaves (even when they’re just on land in the wild if she knows it’s safe she’ll just. *nom*)

- goes NUTS whenever she makes blueprints that are like, detachable parts of a gup that are also modes of transport like she loves that the gup k and gup q

- like making it she’s like “HOHOHOJOUO WE GETTIN FUNKY WITH IT TONIGHT BOIZ” and it’s midnight and ‘bois’ is herself

- wants to redesign the gup f! ofc it was dodgy and is now a teeny artificial reef but she wants to make a new one that looks like the design she wanted initially !! (clownfish im p sure at least)

- her and kwazii get up to stupid shit in my version, assuming it doesn’t harm her gups or other creations

- when she’s pissed off/frustrated, she’ll tap her foot really quick repeatedly

- and while her ears twirl around each other when she’s scared, her nose also twitches!

#octonauts #kwazii #peso #captain barnacles #shellington #dashi #tweak #kwazii kaczkowski #peso packton #captain pietro barnacles #pietro barnacles #shellington sullivan #dashi dixon #tweak burkes #headcanons #octonauts headcanons #didn’t have any for inkling bc.#i ran out of brain

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disgruntledspacedad · 3 years

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It makes me so sad that P has only ever been publicly kind and supportive to everyone he works with on Mando, and they just keep stabbing him in the back. First Gina's antics and now BW and LC going out of their way to shade him and rub it in that he didn't get the Emmy nom. I really hope TLOU will be the fun, encouraging, positive experience he deserves.

Big sigh. I agree 110 percent, Nonie. P deserves nothing but sunshine and happiness.

#i have found the antics this week to be thoroughly exhausting and I’m not even P

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shirtlesssammy · 4 years

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15x16: Drag Me Away (From You)

Then:

Castiel confesses a bombshell to Dean

Now:

We pick up right where we left off. Dean and Cas are about to share mutual I love yous and ---. A man checks into a motel late at night. The man is nervous entering the room, but reassures himself that he “can do this.” He sets up shop, and by “shop”, I mean he starts hitting the bottle.

Travis gets a text from Caitlin asking him why he would go “back to that place.” The creepy ring he grasps as he tells himself it was never real tells me it was VERY REAL. Get out of there, Travis!

Alas, it’s very real and he’s murdered by Closet Ghost Boy.

Sam and Dean are on the case!

Oh wait, I guess they knew the guy back in the halcyon days of their youth and they’re actually heading to his funeral. Sam recaps recent events, including Cas bailing on the fam. Then he asks if Dean and him are fighting again.

AND IT SENDS ME. #SamKnows

Dean denies knowing anything (AHEM. I sense DRAMA by the end of this episode --I’d normally say this would be left for the end of the season, but we’re really at the end of the season and the END OF THE SHOW...what’s with all the manufactured drama??) Dean then gets a text from Cas asking if he’s told Sam.

That’s a negative.

*Flashback Alert*

January 1993

Dean’s about 14 or 15 and Sam is 10. They’re dropped off by John to chill at a motel while he heads out on a hunt. Sam’s hiding something under his coat, and with a little prodding from Dean, it’s revealed to be a college guide.

#NerdAlert

Also, angst alert, I guess. This sets up the rift between brothers. Sam wants a normal life, Dean’s happy being a good little soldier. (Hmmm, something tells me neither of them will be in The Life when this is all said and done…)

Sam laments his life but unpacks his bag anyway.

Dean, meanwhile, heads to the vending machine to grab dinner. A young girl and her younger brother catch him stealing and introduce themselves as the mysterious Caitlin and Travis. And the young Travis is the DEAD KID.

They exchange life stories and Caitlin insults Dean’s Precious.

Present Day Sam and Dean meet up with Caitlin again.

(Mid recap mind-melt: THERE ARE FIVE EPISODES LEFT! What are we doing here????)

She tells them that the funeral was last week, but she needed them to help her. “I think she’s back.”

*Flashback Alert*

Travis was her first “victim”. He attempts to get a candy bar from the vending machine, and her gnarly hand attacks him instead. Travis DOES NOT deal well with it.

The group gathers in the motel room and Travis is upset that no one else saw the old lady in the candy machine. Dean tells Caitlin and Travis that monsters are real. Dean asks if weird things are happening in the town.

Apparently kids go missing in this town.

And in the present day, Dean tells Caitlin that he killed the thing that preys on children, so Travis had to have killed himself.

Team Youth start their investigation.

They think they’ve got things figured out, and Dean is IN CHARGE...or a dumbass even at 14. He heads out alone to fix things. Caitlin follows. (Insert Lucille Bluth gif: Good for her!)

Sam and Travis stay behind to play Boggle. #nerdalert

But seriously, now they’re setting up the idea that SAM might die at the end? No.

Dean and Caitlin continue their explorations, and Caitlin takes their endeavors less than seriously. GIRL. They find a nest, and something Dean freaks out about and pushes Caitlin to leave the area.

Sam and Travis start to spell out very grim Boggle results, when the game shakes and the room goes dark. The hag appears in a tangle of gnarled hair and dirty robes and heads straight for them. Dean and Caitlin burst in just in time! Dean chops off her fingers and gives her a bit of a stabbin’ and the witch evaporates into dust. Her ring is left behind on the floor.

Grown up Dean paces through the motel and encounters a ghostly version of his younger self. Young!Dean mocks him, tells him he failed, and hands him a knife. “You know what you have to do.” Dean sinks to his knees, the knife poised to slice into his heart.

When Sam interrupts him, Dean discovers that he’s been hallucinating everything - even the knife.

Later at the bar, Dean confesses to Sam and Caitlin that he saw the monster’s nest when he was hunting her as a kid. It was full of dead kids around their age. Sam’s horrified and asks why Dean never told him. Sweet bby Sammy, you know why! Though he tried to forget, the experience cursed him with nightmares for a long time. “We were both just kids,” Sam says to Dean’s BIGGEST GUILTY FACE MY GOD. “We used to keep a lot of secrets from each other!” Sam assures him. But that’s toooootally not the case now!

At the adjoining cafe, Dean orders dinner to go when Billie appears. “Working a case? NOW?” she asks. (Mmmmmm yes Billie lay it on us!) She’s fresh from the last of the alternate universes, having just watched it burn alive. (Guys, it was probably squirrel-verse but Boris saved Team Free Squirrel 2.0 for us!) Billie warns Dean that Chuck’s only days away. Amara’s on board and Jack’s ready so...let’s go Team Free Destruction! Dean asks her how she convinced Jack to turn himself into a bomb. Billie flips that right back on Dean. She told Jack that destroying Chuck and Amara (and incidentally, himself) was the only way to earn Dean’s forgiveness. And just...YEESH EVERYBODY.

Anyway, Billie’s not in Chuck’s book again until the very end, so she bids Dean a broody farewell. “This is on you, Dean.” No presssuuuuure! “I don’t like loose ends. I don’t like disorder,” she scolds. She orders Dean to come clean to Sam about Jack.

At the motel, Sam and Caitlin research monsters. She wonders whether he wants a normal life. GURL there ain’t no normal in Winchester-land. Sam stumbles across an article on Baba Yaga. She wears a ring which contains her heart, and is the source of her power. Caitlin recognizes the ring as belonging to her brother. Her mom had given it to Travis from the lost and found years ago. She heads outside to her car to find it.

In her trunk sits a box of Travis’s belongings. She can’t find the ring and is soon confronted by her dead brother holding the ring and grinning maniacally.

Dean returns with dinner, only to find Sam ready to hunt Baba Yaga and find the now-missing Caitlin. Because the attacks have all been at the motel, they prowl from wing to wing. Dean heads to room 214.

He walks inside, and I am momentarily agog at the wonders of these perhaps final motel rooms of the series. I love that the floor tiles in the rooms echo the Patchwork logo from the prior episode and that the quilt square design itself emulates tradition and family. And all the eyes in the wallpaper!

For Motel Room Science:

Ahem. Anyway. Dean heads inside, only to be instantly trapped behind the slamming door. Suddenly, he’s not in the motel room anymore. He’s back in the cannery, prowling its quiet spaces. He finds the site of the nest and flips back the tarp, only to reveal young Sam’s face lying there. Rattled, he tries to leave. Travis confronts him, but of course it’s not him. Baba Yaga tells him that she’s hungry for delicious people, and starts to throttle Dean.

Sam hears the struggle and heads in, stabbing the witch. Stabbing is distraction enough that Dean can yank the ring off her finger and smash it with the butt of his gun.

Later, Caitlin bids Dean farewell. He confesses to always being afraid and she smiles. “The old you never would have admitted that. What do they say about getting older? You tell the truth more because lies...they don’t make anything better.” Okay, first of all, literally nobody says that. Second, thank you for this theme acorn - I shall settle on my haunches to eat it! Nom nom nom.

Flashback to Dean and Caitlin parting ways as children. Dean hands her a phone number to call if she ever encounters trouble. So...typical kid stuff.

Young Sam asks if anyone ever found the missing kids. Baby Dean lies to his face and tells him that they were never found. John pulls up in the Impala and honks to beckon them out. The boys head out, a team for the moment.

As adults driving in the Impala of Feelings, Sam tries to call Cas. Dean orders him to hang up because he’s got a confession - I mean, update - to make. Billie visited him and told him that it was time to fight Chuck. “And there’s something else,” Dean adds. Jack’s going to die from the encounter and he’s ready and willing to sacrifice himself. Furthermore, Dean tells Sam that he learned this a while ago from Cas before he left.

Sam’s outraged that Dean would keep this from him. “I knew you couldn’t handle it,” Dean shouts at him. “You raise these ethical questions.” (I perk up.) He tries to justify it, but Sam shouts him down in turn.

They drive into the fade-to-black in brooding silence.

Brooding Quotes Lay Fragile Eggs:

I thought your imaginary friend told you it was bad to steal

Don’t you want a partner?

Hunting usually means going to gross places

Shoved it down the ol’ memory hole!

Not to make light of the death star galactic genocide, but what else is new?

I’ve seen this movie before

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Happy Wednesday Tumblr. Let’s do some bullets today

Yesterday was Super Tuesday for the primaries, in which Texas participates. I voted early last week. I didn’t really have strong feelings about any particular person, as I plan to vote for whoever gets the nomination for Democrat candidate in November. I ended up going with Warren, and she didn’t do well at all, something like 1% of the vote. I voted for Sanders in the primary four years ago, and then of course voted for Hillary that November. This time I just wasn’t super hype about Sanders for whatever reason, so I decided to vote with my vagina.

(Not literally, that’d be pretty unsanitary)

I tend to do that in general, and vote for women wherever possible in the local elections.

Today it looks like Biden just squeaked out the win here in Texas. I’m not super thrilled with Biden either, and he’s got some problematic shit in his record, but you best believe if he gets the nom I’ll be voting for him over the pussygrabbing cheeto.

Yesterday I had my first official “physical” from a general practitioner, mainly so I could get him to refill my heartburn medication so I can get it for free with my insurance instead of having to pay money for the over the counter version.

I used to have yearly exams my gyno of course, although now that I’m not being held hostage needing birth control refills I haven’t been to see her in three or four years. I know I should, but it’s not like I’m in any danger of STDs at the moment and I’ve never tested positive for HPV, so I’ve just been letting it slide.

Anyway, there wasn’t a whole lot to the physical. He listed to my heart and arteries in my neck, which in retrospect did not necessitate me taking off my bra. I had a paper gown deal but it’s not like he gave me a breast exam so I’m not sure why that was necessary.

So the nurse said undress from the waist up, and then she made a comment about putting my shoes under the chair, I guess so the doc wouldn’t trip on them when he came in?

She left the room and I was like, if I have to undress from the waist up, why do I have to take off my shoes? So I opened the door again and asked her just that, and she was like I think he wants to look at the bottom of your feet?

He did not look at my feet

He also looked in my ears, felt my neck a bunch, and went over my blood test results. Those were pretty good for my age and signifiant oveweightness. My blood sugar was perfect at 84, so I’m still avoiding diabetes for now, yay! My cholesterol was 208, which is just over the recommended level of 200. The good and bad ratios could use a little work, but my triglycerides were fantastic, which is apparently a side effect of low carb eating.

He didn’t mention my blood pressure reading, but I have noticed a general trend that I’m usually in the 140s over upper 80s these days. I used to have excellent blood pressure but I guess weight and age must be starting to catch up. I’m hoping I can get that down lower with more weight loss, especially now that I may have blood vessel weakness in my DNA.

So I told myself I was going to jump back into super healthy living but I didn’t go to the gym like I’d planned and I just ate a Starbucks chocolate croissant. I don’t know what it’s going to take to jumpstart my motivation again.

Maybe I need to ask out another dude who is inappropriately too hot and young for me, spend a week working out like crazy, and then when he doesn’t call I’ll just go ahead and feel occasional stabs of embarrassment every few days for the rest of my goddamn life.

Here’s a picture of me from last night. The light was kind of interesting outside, and I’d put on a little makeup that day, so it was prime selfie time, apparently.

I’m wearing an apron because I was getting ready to make dinner.

This is outside the front door of my parents house. Inside the house on the wall behind me you can see the remnants of some of our old photography business. We had a huge wall covered with large framed bridal and engagement portraits and pictures form weddings.

A couple years ago I started helping my dad rearrange the wall. We took down a lot of the bridals but left up a few that we liked the most. Yeah, they’re pictures of virtual strangers but it’s also our art, too.

It also features a picture of me and Chip from our wedding, and the bridals we did for my little sister. This is about half the wall, and the rest is blank because we never got around to filling up the other half. It’s on the todo list.

We had a client once come in for photography services, and made a comment about how many daughters my dad must have. Even though he was there to procure photography services from us, he somehow thought all the pictures on the wall of brides must be family, otherwise why would they be on the wall of our house?

That shirt is my current favorite shirt. It’s green and the pattern on it is very slimming. At least i think it is.

Here’s what I made for dinner last night. https://recipechampions.com/recipe/keto-bacon-cheeseburger-burrito/

It was pretty good, but my goodness was it fatty and high calorie. It kept me full the rest of the night, I will say that. You have to work fast with the cheese tortilla, it gets hard really quick and makes it hard to fold the burrito.

The underwire came poking out the end of one of the channels in my bra. It took me several weeks to get around to fixing it. I sewed it up finally a couple days ago, and today it is poking through again.

I’ve done a couple transcription jobs for cooking competition shows lately. Specifically it’s these talking head interviews that they later splice bits into the footage of them actually doing the cooking and whatnot. I’m not sure why they are bothering to do a transcript of raw footage like this, when only a fraction of it will make it into the final cut of the program. It seems like it would be more cost effective to wait until the episode is finished and then have a caption person do the whole thing. Who knows, maybe that’s not even the purpose of these. I’ll take their money either way, I guess.

Because of the way they splice the footage in they want the talking heads to be present tense, and people have a really hard time with this sometimes. This is taking place after the competition is over, so they’re saying things like “I went over and grabbed the flour and started making my crepe batter,” and so the director has to keep stopping them and making them say, “I walk over and get the flour and start making my batter.”

The end. Time to leave Starbucks now.

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Professor Hobbs and the Three Elements of Love (Part 1)

Luna and I first met at bar. Dark wood, low ceiling, and the music was all do loud and given it was a karaoke bar, off key as well. She was with her husband, but he was too busy making out with a handsome, young college student with a well-trimmed beard to introduce himself to me.

“We’re in an open relationship.” She told me. “It’s all the rage right now.”

“I’m single.” I returned, “it’s the other rage.”

She smiled. “What’s your name?”

“Hobbs.” I said extending my long-fingered hand into her tiny one. “Professor Hobbs.”

And that’s really all I remember about our conversations. Sometimes we talked about books and sometimes we even talked about writing, since she fancied herself a writer too, but mostly she just talked about wanting to write rather than anything that she ever actually wrote. What I do remember is her hair, it was short and dyed purple. She herself was also short and plump, though I never minded. I remember that her eyes were glazed with compassion when she was boozed up. I remember that she would make me lunch and leave it in the fridge, since I often never cooked for myself.

That first night we met she bought me a couple drinks, and I accepted them. Then she invited me home, which I also accepted. Her husband wasn’t there when we arrived. He had been invited to the young college student’s home. We removed our jackets and had a couple more drinks. Her shelves were lined with an assortment of things I had never seen. For starters, she had several jars of blue liquid and floating in the liquid were the most realistic looking prop human hands I had ever seen. “I make them for Halloween shops,” she told me. “Out of wax.” It was cold, our fingers were stiff from smoking cigarettes out on the porch so we took a shower. She was incredibly giving. Her hands and kisses placed in a way that can only be done by someone who sees the invisible scars of another. This process repeated itself a couple times, until it felt like were dating. Sort of.

A couple months passed, and I met Rori. We sat apart from one another on the train. She was reading Alternative Diplomacy; a story about a locomotive that flies through space, trading hours and minutes for cash, and occasionally must fight off love-maddened pirates. The pages her copy were worn, and the spine was split and wrinkled like the hands of an old beggar. Her hair was wild and untamed. She was thin and lanky and taller than me.

“How do you like the book?” I asked.

“I love it, this is my third time reading it actually. I’ve tried to find another book that could make me laugh and cry so hard, but none have been able to fill the hole that this one left, so I continue to return to it.”

“It’s one of my absolute favorites. Have you read her other works? Fail Better is pretty good, her techniques have improved over the years, but she doesn’t quite grip your heart the same way.”

“Always a shame. It seems that most authors can only bottle lightening once.”

“Not true. A number of great authors can master the storm. Take Nom Geo for example, each one of his books is as good as the last.”

“Yes, but have any of them stabbed your heart the way this one has?”

I thought about it for a moment but could not find an answer before she had to exit the train. She smiled at me, that sunshine smile, and left. I was bitterly cold as I journeyed home, until the next day when I found her sitting in the same spot reading Fail Better. We kept meeting on the train, eventually exchanging books and reading them in a single night so that we may share our thoughts the next day. Then we exchanged numbers.

The third girl I ended up dating was someone I had already loved. Always loved. Always there, despite leaving for months, sometimes years, at a time. Never too far nor to near. She’d leave herself in places. In the corners of store clerk’s eyes or in the movies we had watched together. She scratched her finger nails on my writing desk enough times that it left marks that bleed into everything I ever have and will write. But mostly she was in my dreams. Always in my dreams, peeking her head in and pressing against me with her small body and insecurities with equal trust and fear, before slipping away into the cloud of the oncoming nonsense that deep sleep brings. Lost behind old teachers, old friends, old events and musicals and movies and books and childhood games. I’d push them all aside and try to move past them, but they intoxicated me like good liquor until I forgot what time it was and would wake up.

One night, in a particularly smoky and red dream, I saw her there and she did not flee. She sat patiently with me, in a leather booth, as hazy faces and shapes passed us by and when I woke up she was there with me. In my bed. I cried. She kissed my tears.

This, as you might imagine, could not go on for very long. Eventually one woman will find out, and then another, and then another until it all comes crashing down. Despite that, I managed to keep everything balanced for a good while and strangely enough I was happy with the circumstances. Mostly happy.

Luna was the first to find out.

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SnK 115 Thoughts

-munches popcorn-

Dude. Can you imagine how screwed they’d all be if plot magic wasn’t a thing?

Can you imagine how screwed they all still are even though plot magic is a thing?

The rest of the world doesn’t even need to be here for this. If they wait long enough, everyone on Paradis will kill everyone on Paradis, and then in the near future titans will stop showing up.

Good End.

Wait, no. Uh.

Bad End.

Oh, but this chapter gives me a headache. Zeke gives me a headache. Eren gives me a headache. Like, giving me a headache is not way up there in difficulty, but these people and their convoluted euthanasia plans.

Usually chronological musings are my friend, but I think this time I’m going to just head in whatever direction I can make head or tails of.

The good new is that Yelena wants to help me with that. Thanks Yelena. Color-coding all the characters is a great shortcut for understanding who’s on whose side, and I can’t see any of our plucky protagonists ever taking advantage of that.

White for the Yeagerists, Red for the scared traitors, Black for enemies. Cute. White flags for surrender, red for blood on their hands, and black for--oh, I guess that’s a pirate reference. Does Paradis have pirate references?

Yer marked with the black spot, matey. Not a one of us foolhardy enough to accept a heading from a man so cursed.

In any case, I do appreciate that we’re having people point out that a bunch of parties are doing the pointing Spider-Man meme. Yes, we are imitating Marley. They created a clerical helpfulness, why wouldn’t we imitate that?

Yes, we are imitating the evil Eldian Empire. They had power, why wouldn’t we be fans of that?

The happy days of the Volunteers buddying up to the Scouts seem far away with Yelena unmasked and at the helm. I fully expect that some, like Onyankopon, aren’t perfectly at ease following through on this, but. Well.

These are the people who have survived Marley’s destruction of their homes. They follow Zeke to see Marley collapse. They kill, spy, and betray in pursuit of that cause. They’ve always been dangerous. Paradis has been cautious with them, but Yelena’s right about the dual nature of that caution. They’re cool being friends with Paradis, and maybe if that had gone both ways no one would have to be held hostage, but these have always been the methods they’re willing to put into play.

A very angry little boy from Shiganshina once wanted revenge so badly that it put veteran soldiers on edge.

These people were soldiers before they became spies. They are the adult version of that vengeance. Paradis is new to the world. Their only enemies have been titans and each other. Titans are now mostly gone. They only have other humans to deal with, and they’re flopping hard.

The Volunteers have lived in the outside world. They have actual, viable strategies to deal with these fledgling chicks.

All it takes is some wine, and they’ve gathered all Paradis’ military force to Shiganshina. By asking politely and pointing a few guns along the way, but still. Paradis is completely overthrown by a few drinks and Zeke having power that they invited to the island themselves.

Yelena herself continues to be entirely too much fun. That isn’t really the right word for it, but she’s a pleasure. She knows the full plan, and deeply admires the Titans to the point of fanaticism. Zeke is her God, and the number of things standing between that assertion being true is...

Eren?

Basically?

Part of what makes this chapter so... oy is that these people have taken so many complicated problems and simplified them with their destructive stupidity, only for those simplifications to create further complicated issues while the actual solutions for them are so minimal and limited that the direction of the plot is really quite simple.

We were dealing with Paradis needing help reentering the world.

Now we’re dealing with keeping Eren and Zeke as far away as possible so they don’t sterilize all the Eldians.

If people we care about live through all this, maybe then we will go back to caring about Paradis’ international relations, but as of right now, there could not be less of a point.

So the name of the game is keep away, only since absolutely nothing except bad weather is impacting that, the secondary name of the game is oh no oh hell oh fuck Eren how much do you actually agree with your brother do we have to kill you aw fuck.

Starring Pieck.

What I keep coming back to is how complicated this nonsense is.

It stands to reason that what Eren wants is not in line with what Zeke wants. More on that in a bit, but for the purposes of right now, if Eren and Zeke are in total agreement, the Eldians are going to be sterilized and the rest of the manga will be spent trying to feed Eren to someone while Zeke is nommed by Historia, and then the new Founding Duo resets everything and oh gee hey is that the entire world outside our door?

And you know, maybe the outside world would be a little less bloodthirsty if Eren hadn’t murdered a bunch of people during an international spectacle, but apparently following Zeke’s plan is important.

Even though they don’t need Zeke for the Founding Duo, because they have Historia.

Wait no, she’s pregnant because Zeke said she had to be, even though any child she has could potentially undo all his work, so she can’t eat Zeke, so Zeke has to be part of the Founding Duo.

Like... Whatever Eren is planning on doing.

He needs the Founding Titan powers. Right? That’s settled.

So, naturally, the thing to do is to massacre a bunch of innocent people (while massacring some very non-innocent people), making every other country pissed enough at Paradis to start a joint military operation to wipe them out, and that will all be absolutely fine because between him and Zeke, after the rest of the world bombs Paradis to kingdom come, yay, no more Eldians.

Also no living in peace for their final days, no exploring the outside world, no anything really, just a lot of war.

“Hi I’m Eren, I just found out if I touch a royal titan I will have enough power to rewrite DNA, along with who knows the fuck what else, I think cooperating with Zeke in a plan all of my superior officers have vetoed and telling them nothing about what I’m really doing is the way to go.”

As far as I can tell (and we’re on the train of Eren having something else going on here, as will be covered... later), the only reason Eren causes so much destruction at the festival is because it’s in Zeke’s plan, and a happy Zeke is easier to smuggle onto an airship without anyone noticing.

Only people did notice.

There’s a person who stabs a guy this chapter who most assuredly noticed. She is there stabbing someone because she noticed.

Noticing happened.

I’m just going to throw this out here:

If you need the Founding Titan’s power that badly, turn Historia into a mindless titan.

Seriously. Tie her down, have larger chains at the ready, and just go for it.

This is not hard. Looking at the plot, who gives a fuck that the Queen isn’t around? She’s clearly not doing anything, jab her in the neck and go for it. Mindless titans are functionally immortal. You wouldn’t need to worry about her having kids or waiting for those kids to be old enough, or trading off to the next heir when their time comes. Or heck, consent.

One person. One sacrifice.

Boom, you have magic powers now that you can do... honestly at this point I’m more waiting for what they can’t do.

The amount you do not need Zeke for a plan requiring the Founding Titan’s powers is ridiculous.

So why is it so important to go along with his plan?

It make for a meta point in this meta, but unless Eren has something of his own going on here, there is very little drama to this situation. Eren and Zeke meet, their version of the Snap happens, we all go home sad. Paradis has lost so badly already they might as well be waving those white Yeagerist armbands over their heads.

Something has to change for the plot to move forward and for everyone to not die. The rest of the world is coming for them whether or not Zeke and Eren’s Snap goes off.

But it is completely beyond me why any plan would require hitching up to Zeke’s orbit for so long. Zeke’s plan is really only good for Zeke’s plan. Sterilization means no more Eldians eventually. The living Eldians still have to deal with everyone newly pissed at them because of the Yeager Bros’ stunt.

Looking at Zeke and Eren’s conversation...

Geez, just look at Zeke’s face when Eren calls him “brother.”

Zeke is a broken boy from a broken home, and Eren is his brother. Someone who’s been through the same things and can understand the world the same way. His little brother is finally talking to him, talking about all the horrible things their horrible father did, and instead of agreeing with Grisha, his little brother looks at him and says that their plan will create a beautiful new world.

You could not script a faster way to Zeke’s heart.

Eren talks about Grisha’s obsession and rejects it.

He talks about being a mistake.

He talks about ending it.

Together.

We haven’t seen any thought bubbles from Eren. This conversation with Zeke is the closest we get to... anything, really, except for his very long talk with Reiner.

But we’ve seen his perspective of Grisha’s murders before. We’ve seen what it does to him, and how desperately he wants to be erased from the world. We see him begging for death, because his life just makes it all so very hard for the Eldian people.

We see him doing everything he possibly can to cut that thinking out of himself.

Eren’s leaving something out in his recreation of events.

Two things, sort of, but the same thing.

“If those children stayed alive... I’d have been gobbled right up to give the Founding Titan back to the royal family.”

“Never having to be born in this world... Is the greatest salvation of all.”

Eren’s alive because one of the royal family’s children survives, and decides not to eat him. There’s no telling if one of the other Reiss children would have made the same decision, but it would have been a decision. Historia has that decision dangling over her head for chapters until she finally decides, while Eren’s begging for his death, that all of it is fucked up and she’s out.

Someone makes a choice.

Eren lives.

Way back in Trost, which is a sentence I will probably never be done typing, we have our first introduction to what it means to our main character to be born.

“When we’re born… all of us… are free. People who reject that, no matter how strong they are… don’t matter.” --14

The thing Eren leaves out when he talks to Zeke is freedom.

There was a royal child left.

That child saves his life.

From the moment they’re all born, they have the power to choose. They can make their own decisions. Their own mistakes. They can fight their own battles.

“He’s already great. Because he was born… into this world.” --71

Eren, and Eren’s mother long before him, believed that being human is pretty rad. Being born, and being free, is extraordinary, and Eren starts off on his own journey to become the freest person he can possibly be.

It starts from birth.

Eren and Zeke’s stated plan flies in the face of everything Eren has fought for. He’s had moments where he believes the world would be better off without him, but never that it would be better off without other people. Eren parrots back Zeke’s exact ideology regardless, and calls him his brother.

The conversation is too doctored to be anything but intentional, much like his discussion with Armin and Mikasa. He is going after the exact heart of the situation, and making his case mirror Zeke’s so well that Zeke doesn’t flinch at sharing everything with his little brother he’s never known. Eren crosses the ocean to talk to him, and they do, and it’s great, and they’re going to save the world!

We’ve learned what Zeke thinks of his plan.

I would argue we have yet to hear a single honest thought from Eren about it. Everything he states belongs to Zeke.

Which makes the lengths he’s going to accomplish Zeke’s wishes sort of dodgy.

Like literally everything Eren does seems kind of dodgy.

Including what the Yeagerists are doing in gathering up all their military personnel in Shiganshina.

YEAH I SURE AM GLAD NOTHING SUSPECT OR ALARMING IS ABOUT TO HAPPEN OH BOY HOWDY.

The one thing Eren had left on his checklist was looking out for spies, and speak of the devil, Pieck! He asks and she shows up! Impressively, it’s surprising enough for Eren to bother looking surprised, but. it’s.

It’s still exactly what he wanted. Congrats, you found an infiltrator. You win.

Though Pieck... What the heck do you think that gun’s going to do?

Oh well, go Pieck. Go Team Proactivity. Win some for all the kiddos. Except you’re probably on Marley’s side (I would so love for you not to be), so I want you to win precisely nothing, but. Well, you can hug Gabi maybe.

So did anything else happen this chapter? No?

I’m going to go with no.

Little Ymir Fritz patching Zeke up amongst the stars is a total no.

So is Levi pulling half a Marco.

Memeception, there.

Yeah... Levi was in trouble before he and Hange took a dip, so I can only imagine the number of other body parts he’ll be losing now. Gosh.

This had better not turn Evangelion.

I will only be slightly less miffed if it pulls the Madoka it looks like it’s wanting to.

The Code Geass in the middle of it all is unavoidable at this point, just embrace it.

#Shingeki no Kyojin #SnK 115 #shingeki no spoilers #SnK spoilers #spoilers #tl;dr #chapter post

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lexasami · 6 years

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Sense8 season 2 episode 3:

Okay I was wrong in my last recap - bearded santa man isn’t Dick Croome, his real name is Milton. I misunderstood and thought that was his fake name. Milton. What a breath mint of a name. At least it’s not as bad as Dick Croome. It sounds like dick + mushroom.

I love that the opening scene is of the Sensates shit talking them while having a drink. What a beautiful family. And they spooked Milton. Yeah what’s it like being subdued?

Will and the group finally take their first step outside after being locked in a room for several months. Pure happiness ❤ But Sun didn’t have any proper clothes, so she just roamed around Amsterdam for a bit in her undies, hahah. Aww, she was singing in her sleep. Prison was so taxing for her, she deserves some sunlight.

I feel bad for Nomi and Amanita. They were getting all dolled up to go out on a date before Sun called for help. Nomi shaved, y'all. The effort you have to go through to shave your legs. The next time they get the chance to go out, the hair would already be grown out again and she’d have to shave again. But anyway, Neets is so supportive. She’d drop anything just to help her gf and the others.

The camera work and editing for the hanging scene was crazy. There was such a smooth transition between Sun and Riley being pulled back and up. PRISON GRANNY DID NOT COME TO PLAY 👏 She’s got a fucking BODYCOUNT now, bitch. The guard dared to point that taser at her? You fucked up, son. Sun clamped the hell outta that scrawny neck and broke it - granny in the back cheering her on and making sure she was okay.

She said she saw that look in their eyes, y'all. She got some kinda sixth sense no one knows about. Y'all saw where here friend lived later on? That apartment complex looked like the ones you see in Asian horror movies. She’s seen some ghosts, I just know it. She saw her bitch husband’s spirit at one point after killing him and she killed him again. That’s why she’s been in prison so long. They never tell you that shit. That’s also why it’s so easy for her to kill a man and walk away without any emotion. I bet she even had a heart attack at one point and saw the face of God and he listened when she told him she ain’t going nowhere. She’s seen too much.

She got a lil freaked out though seeing Sun talk to herself 😂 “Where are you going?” “Jailbreak, baby.” She sounds adorable saying Lito’s dialogue lol. And they all looked so cute sneaking their way through the parking lot hunched forward like they’re in Scooby Doo, and then crowding in the back of the bus.

Amanita’s so sweet. She’s committed another crime but she’s still so happy about Sun breaking out. And Bug 🤣 he’s just happy to be there lmao. Noms’ #1 buddy.

I don’t trust this woman from another cluster. She’s attractive, but like an evil attractive. She looks like the kind of woman who’d try to have sex with you, trick you into thinking she’s “just rough,” and then she stabs you with her stiletto when you least expect it. Y'know? I spent a few minutes rewinding the damn scene cause I was so confused. Why are neither of them kissing the air? Isn’t that what it’s supposed to look like when they’re visiting? What the hell were Felix and that combover talking about?

Lito and Hernando, lol. “You’re doing what you love. That’s important, right? And I’m doing what I love. We love this apartment.” Yes babe but that’s not how it works 🤣 Their final decision was made by Hernando seeing the tub Dani saw as a sign, because it fit all 3 of them. What a beautiful friendship.

There’s not much for me to say about the Jonas and Will interaction. The lore on this show is nuts. So much potential for expansion if the crew were given another chance. They could bring it back in comic form, but it’ll never have the same effect. Jonas was a part of a cluster of 80. That’s nuts. Kala even had a list of questions 😅

Of course the difficult one in the group was a Christian named Todd. Fucking Todd. So Angelica tried to look for the last living child of her cluster. What a domino effect that had. She intentionally or unintentionally brought danger to a lot of people.

Dick Croome NOOOOOO. I don’t know whether or not he could be trusted, but I liked what he was saying about changing the direction of BPO. But this whiny man child threw a tantrum just because they sedated him. Well it shows that he didn’t like what Dick was getting at. At least Will got a bottle of blockers before that happened. What’s with Milton possessing people, though? And what’d I say in my last recaps? He can’t fight. He got his ass handed to him again. What a sad breath mint of a man.

#sense8 #2x03 #sensates #*

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imgonnabeyourbubblegumwitch · 6 years

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I Love You, You Pay My Rent: Chapter 19

First Chapter (Prologue)

Previous Chapter (Chapter 18)

Nico had been living with Will for long enough to be certain that no matter how serious things got with him, he’d never want to introduce Will to this side of his family. That was brought even more apparent seeing his father face Jason's. The two had been antagonistic for as long as Nico could remember. They all had different jobs, different hobbies, different personalities. And yet there was something similar in them too: something steely and unwilling to compromise.

Nico's life was screwed from way before he was born. The universe had started sliding into place to torture him when a powerful, rich, but morally bankrupt man who went by the undoubtedly fictitious name of Horatio Lord took on three, for a want of a better word, apprentices. The first of these apprentices was Nico's own father. The second was Percy's. And the final apprentice was known to Nico for being scary and for having a son who bothered Nico about eating right, sleeping properly, and getting a boyfriend only to undertake an almost complete personality change and freak out when Nico crossed one of those things off the list. To the rest of the world he went by the nom de guerre Zeus.

Despite their differences, the three men initially got on well. They enjoyed the various aspects of the work Horatio sent their way. Soon though, they began to resent Horatio. Nico decided to be charitable and assume this was because Horatio was a terrible person. Equally it could have been because the three were power-hungry, impulsive and didn't think of, or care about, consequences.

“Nico?” his father asked. He did not sound happy to see Nico, but that wasn’t anything new.

His father was apparently well enough to be up and walking around, however to Nico's eyes he didn't look much better than he had in the hospital. He had at least returned to wearing a suit: tailored black as was typical, but his shirt was a deep, dark red like a rare jewel or a concentrated drop of blood. Nico had never seen his father in anything other than strict monochrome with a lean towards the darker end of the scale: his father could have walked in a flowery Hawaiian shirt and it would have only been slightly more surprising.

The colour choice did differentiate him from Jason's father. The two shared a taste for expensive clothes: Jason's father was true to form in a dark grey suit, and a dark coat around his shoulders. Nico’s father’s clothes made him look aloof, Jason’s father’s made him look

"Now we're all here," Jason's father said, taking a seat at the head of the table and managing to rebuke Nico's without actually saying anything. Nico's father managed to stab Jason's with a glance and deigned to take a seat at the other end of the table, directly opposite. It was a familiar resentment, but different all at the same time, as though old wounds had been reopened. Somehow an already bitter relationship had been made even more antagonistic.

"I don't think you three need to be here," Jason's father said to Nico's intense relief. That was the second time he'd been given an out and he would have taken it, even if his father hadn't given him a look that quite clearly meant please go. It was the first time his father had ever bothered to add a silent please to his silent instruction and in many ways that was a warning Nico wasn't planning on ignoring.

He grabbed Percy's arm, but he didn't need to drag Percy out: Percy, too had appeared to pick up on the even more than usual level of unfriendliness and seemed perfectly happy to leave. Jason joined them in the corridor, still refusing to meet either of their eyes.

"What the hell Jason?” Percy said without any preamble. “Weren't you supposed to be on the other side of the country, ignoring us?"

Jason flinched but he didn't rise to the bait, or turn to face them.

Nico hadn't been quite as offended as Percy by Jason ignoring them - considering he ignored people all the time it would have been hypocritical for a start - but now he felt a surge of anger at Jason's out of character behaviour.

" Jason?" he demanded when Jason didn’t respond. Jason finally did meet Nico's eyes then and Nico was surprised to find that Jason looked incredibly guilty.

“I’m sorry,” he said. His voice was almost a whisper.

“For what?” Nico asked, though he had a sinking feeling in his chest that suggested that subconsciously he knew.

Jason glanced around. A man in an unobtrusive suit was standing in the foyer examining a display of brochures unobtrusively. Another hovered around a vending machine though he clearly had no intention of drinking any of the sugary drinks inside. A third had moved, less subtly, into position outside the other door to the board room and was watching them out the corner of his eye. As ever the show of power that followed in Jason’s father’s wake made Nico uneasy.

Jason looked uneasy too.

“Not here,” he said.

The man known as Horatio Lord had been found dead in mysterious circumstances. Nico never found out if his father was complicit in a murder. He never wanted to find out.

Jason took them up to his hotel room, several floors above. It had a nice view of the city, and Jason went to look out, hiding his face. Nico wondered if he knew he was mirroring his father.

"So?" Nico asked. Percy had thrown himself down onto the bed, but Nico had stayed standing. He felt jittery, the sense of dread that had been stalking him the day before was now more prevalent than ever.

"I was checking up on Will and my father found out. I'm sorry Nico."

This was obviously in Jason's mind an earthshattering statement, but Nico couldn't quite grasp the implications and Percy just looked impatient.

"That's why you've been ignoring us? Over Nico's boyfriend?"

"You really don't know who he is?" Jason said as though realising something. "You just didn't know. Because I got Nico not getting it, he would have been too young -"

"I'm four years younger than you that's actually not -"

Jason waved a hand at Nico to shut him up, and Jason looked so stressed that Nico did so, automatically snapping his jaw shut.

"I was looking into Will Solace because we kind of accidentally ruined his life and I was worried he was getting revenge by screwing up yours."

Nico stared at him blankly for a moment.

"Okay well he's not doing that so - wait what do you mean we accidentally ruined his life?"

"It doesn't matter whether he is or not, now my father thinks he's out to get us and the next thing I know he’s flying all the way out here and calling an emergency meeting."

"Over Will?" Percy asked somewhat sceptically.

"What do you mean we accidentally ruined his life?" Nico asked with more feeling this time, though he had a horrible feeling he already knew. A company involved with Will's mother's record label, a potential scandal that was covered up. Will being given a flat and a ticket to collage to shut him up. And Will had never been entirely comfortable around Percy.

"What will they do to him?" he asked.

Jason shook his head and shrugged helplessly.

"Nico!" Nico didn't turn back and he let the door slam behind him.

After Horatio Lords was found dead, suspicion had fallen on the three men who inherited his companies and his empire. But nothing was ever proven.

Nico took the stairs at a run, and ignored the sounds of Jason and Percy following him. Jason was annoyingly fast and he managed to catch up just as they reached the top of a staircase. He grabbed Nico; Nico struggled but he couldn't throw him.

"Let go!"

"Nico stop you can't just rush in there and start accusing -"

"What are they going to do?" Nico snarled. "Kill me too?"

"They're not going to kill Will," Percy said. He was hanging back and seemed uncertain. "Are they?"

"Of course they aren't," Jason said. "Percy come on!"

"You just told me that we're somehow complicit in ruining Will's life. What am I supposed to think?"

"Percy!" Jason appealed. Nico wasn't sure if Jason was pleading or ordering now but either way he was getting desperate. Percy was studying the carpet as though it held the secrets of the universe and he didn’t look up, or respond. Nico took advantage of Percy's indecision and Jason's distracted air to wriggle out of Jason's hold and resume running.

The three men had once been as close as brothers but the dividing of the empire split them. Jason's father was a natural businessman and was trained as a lawyer. Nico didn't know exactly what properties or companies he became the leader of, but whatever they were they gave him power, and lots of it. He was smart and savvy and he didn't compromise. He made deal after deal and the riches and the empire he'd inherited grew. Of the three of them, Jason's father had become the de facto leader.

Nico came to the bottom of the stairs with more force than he intended, and the momentum had him almost falling through the door at the bottom, rebounding into the corridor where he collided head first with his father coming out of function room.

"Nico?" he asked in some surprised as Nico barrelled into him.

"You're leaving? Already? What did you talk about?"

Jason's father had followed Nico's out of the room. He gave Nico a dark look which darkened as it swept over his father. He walked off in a manner that, had it been anyone else could probably have been called storming off, but Jason's father was naturally too dignified to do anything like that.

"He's incredibly high and mighty considering his daughter's boyfriend is the whole reason we're here," Percy's dad commented, leaning in the doorway.

"That's why you were here?" Nico demanded.

"Thalia?" Jason asked. He'd gone pale now.

Nico wasn't paying attention. His father noticed the intensity of Nico's stare and gave him a slightly confused look. He clearly had no idea what Nico was worried about. Was that reassuring or concerning? Nico didn't know.

"Almost entirely," his father said in a bored drawl. "I think the main purpose was to accuse us of stealing the paperwork to one of the more important properties. Apparently, Luke couldn't be working alone and naturally that means one of us must have been involved."

He paused, examined Nico closely.

"Is that what you wanted to know?"

Percy's dad had pulled Percy to the side and the two were talking in low voices. Despite his casual attitude, Percy's dad's eyes were fuming and Nico thought the accusations had cut deeper than either he or Nico's father were letting on. Jason was hanging back looking uncomfortable. When Nico glanced at him his eyes were unreadable.

"Did you talk about Will?" Nico asked.

His father seemed genuinely taken aback.

"Will?"

"Solace," Nico said. He met his father's eyes with a defiant glare. "My boyfriend."

His father raised an eyebrow a fraction and Nico remembered slightly too late that his father didn't actually know he was gay. His heart stuttered by his father seemed more interested in why Nico thought they'd be discussing Will Solace than the fact he was dating him.

"Why would we discuss Will Solace?"

Nico stared at him, searching for any traces of deception, but he couldn't find any. He still didn't quite trust his father, any of them, but he did believe that his father at least was not currently actively hunting his boyfriend down.

"The name is familiar,” his father mused when Nico’s glare didn’t let up and he seemed to realise that something was expected of him. “Solace? Ah Naomi Solace. Is this about what happened to his mother?" his father asked.

"Did you kill her?” Nico asked. To his father’s credit he looked taken aback.

"No," his father answered. "No, of course not.”

He paused nonetheless.

"I shouldn't really be discussing this Nico. And you shouldn't be looking into it. It was years ago, would it not be easier to let it go?"

Probably. Would Will want him to push? Would Will want him to find out what happened? Or would Will be angry that Nico was looking into his past, dragging up memories that clearly hurt?

"It's not fair what was done to him," Nico said.

"It was not my side of the business," his father said but he raised his palms in appeasement when Nico glared. "I know it doesn't always seem like it, but Jason's father generally looks after his own people."

"Will's mother was involved with our family?"

The thought made his head spin. How connected were they? How intertwined could their lives get? How much was he going to have to confess and plead forgiveness for?

"I was thinking of Apollo," his father said. "He was involved too of course, and I imagine it was him they were trying to protect."

"And Will's mother was in the wrong place at the wrong time?" Nico asked. His father heard the bite in Nico's words and nodded once, grave and quiet and not picking fights. Nico thought that was it, conversation over and he turned.

"I regret what happened in the restaurant," his father said suddenly.

"You didn't poison me," Nico answered.

"I did not mean that. I'm proud of you Nico."

Nico may have stood there for a second, with a gaping expression, watching his father as he walked away.

"You okay?" Jason asked. He still couldn't properly meet Nico's eyes.

Nico shook his head.

"No."

Nico had never known what his father did, had never known what Jason’s father did. Nico’s father seemed to keep largely to himself, but Jason’s began to amass followers. Their family grew. And back then they were still a family, if a splintered and fractured one. It was ironic, horribly so, that Nico’s father had mentioned Apollo in connection with Will’s mother’s death, because Apollo’s sister had been involved in Bianca’s however indirectly.

Apollo was one of Zeus’ protégés and when his sister went missing there was a fuss. Bianca, Thalia and Percy had snuck off in the midst of all the drama, and only Thalia and Percy had come back. Nico had been against Bianca going, but Percy had promised nothing would happen. Percy had lied.

Bianca had been in the wrong place at the wrong time everyone said.

He’d never found out exactly what happened. Percy had tried to explain but Nico had never wanted to hear it. He’d been so angry.

Traffic in the city was worse than Nico had ever known it. He tapped against his leg impatiently in the backseat of the taxi as car horns blared around him. The storm had eased some of the pressure, but the weather still wasn't quite right: the sky was still grey and pollution sat heavy in the air. In the taxi he got a text from Jason. He got a feeling it was probably an apology, but he didn't feel in the mood to check it.

He got out five blocks from the apartment, unable to sit in the back of the taxi any longer. He walked as fast as he could, focusing only on what was directly ahead of him, trying to block out his thoughts. What else could happen Will had asked.

He had to ask.

He got another text from Jason and he ignored that one too.

One more block.

Tears blurred in Nico's eyes. Would Will hate him? Did Will already know? The two questions burnt in his mind.

Will was on the phone when Nico crashed into the apartment. He looked up and saw Nico's expression and stopped short.

"I'll call you back in a bit," he said and tossed his phone down on the table.

"Nico?"

"You didn't have to do hang up," Nico said.

"It was only Kayla," Will said with a slight shrug. "She'll get over it. She's hung up on me enough times. What's up?"

Kayla. Nico had sort of forgotten about Kayla. If Will was in danger would Kayla be too? No. There was no reason to think that Will would be in danger.

Or that he would be in danger from Will.

"Nico?" Will said again, pulling him down onto the sofa. "Talk to me. Has something happened? Is it your dad? Hazel? Jason?"

Jason’s name made him clench his fists. Though logically he knew Jason had only been trying to protect him, he felt furious anyway. Jason had done this: Jason was in head and now he had a million and one questions and none of them were good.

"Percy's having a wedding crisis?"

Will's voice caught ever so slightly on Percy's name. Was he scared of Percy, of Percy's family and what they'd done to his? Or was he angry? Was Will a threat?

"Uh you're going to have to help me out Neeks, I suck at twenty questions. I've lost many a drinking game because of it and I think I still owe Cecil twenty dollars but I think he's forgotten about that."

Will's eyes were so sincere.

"Nico?"

"I need to tell you something."

Will waited.

"My sister died because of Percy," Nico said. Will’s eyes unreadable. Did he already know this story? Was he humouring him?

"I always blamed Percy anyway and I hated him for a long time. He wasn't even really responsible I guess, but I hated him. I hated his family. I hated Jason's family and I hated the fighting. And now you're going to hate me."

Will was still unreadable.

"Will I don't know how but Jason's father at least was involved with -"

"I know."

Nico's breath cut short. His head rang empty, shock silencing thought.

"You know?"

"It was Percy's father who gave me this apartment. Of course I know."

Nico couldn't read Will. He was looking away, staring intently at one of the walls. He was biting the inside of his cheek. Was he holding back tears or rage?

"Percy didn't know anything about it when he introduced us," Nico said quietly.

"I figured that out eventually too," Will replied. "He seems pretty clueless about everything."

Nico let out a slightly hysterical giggle.

"I didn't know Will. I really didn't."

"Nico I know."

"When you invited me to live here -" Nico began but he couldn't finish. He didn't want Will to tell him the only reason he'd asked Nico to live with him was because he thought Percy was ordering him.

"I thought it would make sense for you to live here," Will said carefully. "But I like you because I like you. Not because I thought that was why Percy was shoving you at me."

He sounded sincere enough. How much of a good actor was he? Better than Nico had expected he remembered.

"Nico!" Will said, almost snapping. Nico's head jerked up automatically in response.

"Look at me," Will said, his voice slightly softer now. Nico dragged his gaze up to meet Will's eyes.

"I knew Percy's dad had given me this flat. I knew he was paying my collage fees. I still don't know why. He could have murdered my mother and I could be living on blood money for all I know but I'm choosing to believe he felt sorry for me.

I knew Percy knew you and had done for a long time. And I guess at times I wondered how closely your families were involved. But honestly Nico I was far more worried about the fact I was and still technically am working for a possibly psychotic crime lord. Falling for you wasn't what I intended because I didn't want to drag you down into my world."

"Guess that's one thing you don't have to worry about," Nico said.

Will closed his eyes and tried not to laugh. He just about managed it.

"That's true," he said. "I don't have to worry about that anymore."

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eyfey · 6 years

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Do you have the full translation for chapter 173? I'm trying to figure out what their conversations were about

I... actually do! I just finished up translating that chapter for PSI Scans a couple weeks ago, so just this once I'll post a chapter transcript for 173

Enjoy! (under the readmore)

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1: Cafe Mami.

2: Seated at the table farthest from the entrance...

Sign: Cafe Mami.

title: PSI 173: Let’s go! PK Academy PSIkickers!

{2}

ai(a): 4:43 pm...

ai(b): Ah! There we are!

{3}

ai(a): And here he...

ai(b): Comes!

1: Welcome.

Fx: jingle jingle

{4}

sai: Good grief... Here too...?

{5}

sai: I don’t know what you’re planning...

{6}

sai: But can you stop showing up before me everywhere I go?

ai: Heyo♡

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top: My fighting technique?

It's nothing really, I'm just

using ESP.

This week’s ESP Haiku model: Saiki Kusuo-san (16)

Sign: Ultimate

{2}

title: PSI 137: Let’s go! PK Academy PSIkickers!

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{1}

1: Thanks for waiting.

Sign: Cafe Mami

{2}

1: Here’s our house coffee jelly.

Sai: What a pain... Even though went out of my way to come on a day when Mera-san wasn’t working...

fx: set

{3}

sai: So why is she here? Seriously...

ai(a): I never pegged you as the kind of guy who liked sweets Kusuo. That’s hilarious.

ai(b): Let’s go to a dessert buffet some time.

Sai: Don’t sit next to me. Go sit on the other side.

Fx: click

{4}

sai: As for how she knew I was going to be here... I don’t even need to ask.

Ai: Hey, were you surprised that I was here!?

{5}

ai: Sorry! I scryed it ♡

ai: Aha,

sai: This is the problem with ESPers.

Fx: Ta-dah★

{6}

ai(a): Well, I'm pretty sure you already knew, since you always manage to ditch me at school.

ai(b): You're like, on some whole nother level.

sai: It's because I can hear you with telepathy.

{7}

ai: Oh! That looks good!

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{1}

ai: Ahh.

{2}

ai(a): Woah!

ai(b): You’re no fun~

sai: nom nom

{3}

ai: Well whatever! I already ordered something so I don't care!

Ai: It’s taking forever though! Hey! Is it still not ready yet!?

{4}

ai: You've got 10 seconds!

1(a): Yes ma’am! It’s ready now!

1(b): Sorry, but you placed a very complex order!

{5}

1: As you requested: One mega serving of coffee jelly everest with caramel sauce, extra chocolate chips, and ice cream super sized.

Ai: Wo-hoah!! This looks totally dope!!

sai: That is incredible.

Fx: ta-dah

{6}

ai: You really outdid yourself old man! I’ve changed my mind about you.

1: Ha ha ha I won’t lose out to the young people just yet!

Sai: They’ve become friends.

Fx: yay yay

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sai: More importantly, why are you going out of your way to foresee where I’m going to be and then wait for me there?

Sai: Didn’t I tell you not to get involved with me...?

{2}

Sai: ...though right now not only is she not getting involved, but she’s even completely ignoring me.

Ai: This is going to get so many retweets.

Boss: Yay! Happy joy-py nice to meetcha-py!

Sai: Can I go now?

Fx: click click

{3}

sai: Huh!? You want to know why I was waiting for you?

Ai: You don't really need me to say it for you to know, do you?

Fx: tap tap

{4}

sai: It’s faster if you just say it though. Honestly...

ai: ...love you...

{5}

ai(a): I super love you ♡

ai(b): Super love-love.

ai(c): Pay attention to me ♡

ai: I love love love love you.

ai(a): I love you so much

ai(b): BIG LOVE　♡

ai(c): Wuv you ♡

ai(d): Cutie wootie lovey wuvy ♡

{6}

Sai: I still don't understand. I should just leave.

Ai: Huh!? Wait, where are you going!

Fx: clatter

{7}

tori: Huh?

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{1}

tori: Huhhh!?

{2}

tori: Saiki-san’s on a date!?

Ai: Huh? Who are you?

Sai: The annoyances have increased.

Fx small: run run run run run

fx large: BAM

{3}

tori: Woah! You’re the transfer student boob girl!!

ai: Ah! You’re the p*nis aura playboy!!

tori: P*nis aura!?

Ai: Besides, what does a suspicious guy like you want with my boo!?

Tori: Your boo!? Is this for real Saiki-san!?

{4}

sai: Shut up.

Ai: Nmph!?

Tori: Fbgh!?

Fx: Slam

fx small: snap

{5}

tori: ...!? Wait... what are you doing!? I understand if it was just me, but this girl...

{6}

ai: Isn’t that dangerous? Your powers are totally gonna be found out...

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{1}

1: Huh!?

{2}

tori: You told tits mcgee about your powers!!??

ai: Huhh!? Why does he know about your powers, Kusuo!!?

sai: I repeat: Shut up.

Fx: boom

{3}

ai: I thought it was our special secret!?

Tori(a): But you were trying that hard to hide it...

tori(b): Don’t tell me... you gave in to the power of boobs!?

sai: Lower your voices already.

{4}

ai: I mean like, why would you ever tell someone as loose lipped as him!?

boss: They’re pretty noisy over there... I wonder what they’re talking about?

Sai: At this rate one more person is going to know.

Fx: shout shout

fx bot: sneak

{5}

sai: You two are the only ones at our school who know.

Sai: and the reason I told is the same for both of you.

{6}

text: The same...!?

TextP: Then that means this girl also had her abilities acknowledged by Saiki san and is permitted to be his right hand man...!?

Sai: I haven’t acknowledged anyone and I’m not permitting anything.

{7}

text: The same...!?

Text: Then that mean just like me, he thinks Saiki is his soul mate!?

Text: Huh!? BL!?

Sai: No one is anyone’s soul mate and there is no BL.

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sai: It’s because both of you also have special powers.

Sai: I just figured it would be better to tell you myself then to have you find out with your own abilities.

{2}

tori: Huh... So that means you have ESP too...?

ai(a): Huh!?

ai(b): Are you serious right now!? This guy’s obviously just your average joe!

{3}

ai(a): Oh, is that it?

ai(b): Is your power that you can tell a girl’s three sizes just by looking?

Tori: Oh come on! Don’t underestimate me! I was born in a temple family!!

tori: Don’t think I'll forgive you just because your bust is 89cm!

sai: So he can tell.

{4}

tori: I have the power to see ghosts!

Ai: Huh? Wait, for realsies?

{5}

tori: For realsies! I’m a spiritual medium.

Tori: I can talk to ghosts and have them possess my body.

{6}

ai(a): Aren’t you just delusional?

ai(b): Shouldn’t you go to the hospital get your head examined?

Tori: I’m not seeing hallucinations!?

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tori: Well, I’m used to people not believing me, so let me show you some proof.

Tori: Hey.

{2}

tori(a): ...mutter... mutter...

tori(b): mutter mutter mutter...

ai: ? Who are you talking to?

tori(a): ...mutter... mutter...

tori(b): ...okay!

Fx: intense intense

{3}

tori: Rose pink T-Back...!

Ai: Huh!?

Tori: That’s the underwear you’re wearing right now.

Fx big: Boom

fx small: Swish

{4}

tori: I had a ghost check and tell me!

Tori: Well? Was I right?

Fx: ta-dah

{5}

tori: If I was, then as proof how about you show

fx: Kick

{6}

ai: He was right!

Ai: Tch... These were my fighting panties too...

tori: ...It was too fast, I couldn’t see...

{7}

sai: When did ghosts start agreeing to requests like that?

Tori: heheh... I’m not the same as before.

Fx: wobble

{8}

tori: I’ve gotten some negotiation material...

tori(a): In exchange for them doing what I ask...

tori(b): Urgh!!

fx: Flinch

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{1}

tori: Mo-poh.

Fx: snap

{2}

tori: Yyeeeaaahhh!!!

tori: It’s flesh!! All right!!

fx: ta-dah

{3}

tori: Wahaha!! Gravity!!

tori: Gravity is crazy!!

fx: bounce bounce

{4}

tori(a): Woohoo! Wind pressure!!

tori(b): I can feel the air!!

fx top: whoosh whoosh

fx bot: spin spin spin spin spin spin

{5}

1: Yes yes yes yes yes!!

2: I can’t get enough!!

fx top: Jab jab jab

fx bot: stab stab stab

{6}

tori(a): Wahoo... huh!?

tori(b): That’s it!?

Tori: Wait, hold on, just a little l-...

{7}

tori(A): ......!

tori(b): Phew...

tori: ...Do you get it now? Saiki-san...

fx: silence...

{8}

tori: I got him to tell me the color of her underwear in exchange for me lending him my body...!

Sai: You wanted to know that badly, huh.

Fx big: Ta-dah

fx small: huff huff

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ai: Hey, this guy might seriously be bad news... you should stop hanging out with him.

Sai: You make an extremely good point.

Tori: There! That’s my power!!

{2}

tori: Now it’s your turn, tits mcgee!!

ai: Oh, me?

{3}

ai: I’m a fortune teller! I can see the future, the past, or whenever!

Ai: And let me just say, unlike your powers, mine are the real deal! Get it!

Fx: Ta-dah

{4}

tori: Fortune telling~? You sure you don't mean body selling?

Ai: I’ll kill you!!

tori: Besides, it’s probably just stuff like Aquariuses will be lucky today, right?

{5}

tori: It would be a different story if you could foresee the winning lottery numbers or something, but...

ai: I can.

{6}

ai: I can foresee them...

ai: Got a problem with that?

Fx big: ta-dah

fx small: whoosh

{7}

tori: ...huh...

tori: Well isn’t that impressive...

fx: whoosh

{8}

tori: In that case...

fx: crouch

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tori: Please make me your disciple!!

ai: No way!!

fx: Boom

{2}

tori: I’ll clean, do the laundry, give you massages, provide night service, anything you want!! Please!!

ai(a): Even if you try to butter me up now, it’s no use!!

ai(b): You’re disgusting!!

{3}

sai: That’s amazing. So you can even do stuff like that...

ai(a): Huh? Well, I guess?

ai(b): It’s nothing compared to what you can do though Kusuo. ~blush~

{4}

sai: No, even I don’t have the ability to predict whatever I want.

Ai: But getting the winning lotto numbers has a high chance of things turning out badly.

{5}

ai(a): A person’s luck moves like a wave.

ai(b): Whenever something really lucky happens, something really unlucky is sure to follow so that it always balances out to net 0.

ai: That’s why if you win the lottery, you might just end up dying on the very same day.

{6}

ai(a): One time, before I knew about this, I used my powers to win 3 free packets of Yotchan Squid in a row, and the very next day I got hit by a truck.

ai(b): My bones were totally shattered! Lol ♡

sai: That’s not net 0 at all.

Text: Yotchan Squid

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tori: Woah... what the heck? That means your powers are completely useless...

tori(a): You got your bones broken (lol) just from winning 3 packets of Yotchan Squid? Wow that’s terrible...

tori(b): Can I take back the groveling I did?

Ai: Huh!?

{2}

ai(a): Yeah but I can foresee anything about other people!!

ai(b): It’s way more amazing than your stupid power that only let’s you hallucinate!!

tori: Huh!? You don’t understand anything about what makes my power great!!

{3}

tori: It seems I have no choice but to make you understand...

tori: just who the weakest, most disgraceful member of the PK Psychic Trio is...!

sai: I don’t remember forming any trios.

Fx: menace menace

{4}

ai: You're the one who needs to understand..

Ai: We already have our super love love ESPer Combo, so you’re not necessary.

sai: We have no such thing.

Fx: menace

{5}

tori: Okay then! Let’s compete to see who’s more worthy of being Saiki-san’s sidekick!!

ai: Bring it on!! You’re going down!!

tori: What should the competition be!?

Sai: Well, I’ve eaten my coffee jelly. Guess I’ll go home.

Fx wht: Shout Shout

fx: Scoot

{6}

sai: Seriously. What a waste of time... hm?

Aai: How about... uhhh...

fx: shout shout

{7}

sai: Nwah!!

1: What’s wrong!?

Fx: Clatter

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fxtop: Menace menace

fx left: Boom

{2}

tori: Woah! It’s a cockroach!!

ai: Huhh? Ew, you’re right.

Ai: ? Wait, but aren’t you freaking out a little too much?

{3}

tori: Stupid! Saiki-san hates bugs enough to pee his pants!!

sai: I didn’t...

tori: All right! Whoever eliminates that bug gets to be the sidekick!!

ai: Huhh!? Hey, wait!!

fx: dash

{4}

tori: All right! Let’s go! Are any of you good with bugs!?

1: Not me.

2: I’ll take care of it.

{5}

tori: All right! I’ll leave it to you then!! I’m not actually good with bugs myself...

1: Geheheh... Bugs are easy as pie...

text: Possession!!

fx: Boom

{6}

1: I’ll turn you into a pancake!!

tori: Huh? Hey, wait... with my bare hand!?

Fx: Whoosh

{7}

1: Ah!! It’s escaping!!

fx big: Smack

fx small: flutter flutter

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1: And now it's going... what!? That girl...

ai: I used foresight to see that it would fly here!!

fx: Ta-dah

Cans: bug spray

{2}

ai: Take this! Cockroach repell...

ai: Ew never mind I can’t do this!! I can’t stand bugs either!!

fx top: flap flap flap flap

fx: duck

Can: bug spray

{3}

tori: Hey! Why are you running away!! Aren’t you psychic!?

Ai: You do something about it!

Fx: Aaaahhhh

{4}

fx: smack

{5}

boss: Ahh~ I’m so sorry, I’ll take care of it.

Boss: Even though we just had the place fumigated last week~

{6}

tori: ...let’s just call today’s match a draw...

ai: S... Sounds good...

sai: Glad to have you as my sidekick, manager.

Sign: Cafe Mami

#saiki asks #translation #normally I wouldn't post the transcript #but the partial translation post I made for this chapter was really old and really short #Anonymous

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allheartnobrainandnoplans · 7 years

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Warframe personalities from how I see them, by my first glance at them.

Heads up, this is a long post. Enjoy~!

Ash: Aloof mofo with a stabbing habit. could rob you of all your money in texas hold ‘em. Too much damn side eye. Kills everyone is the room, then breaks for coffee like nothing happened. Ninja who steals the last slice of cake from the fridge.

Atlas: would kick your ass then be your best bro. is dead inside? somewhat likely but can’t tell anymore. makes shitty jokes. I get he’s a one punch man stone golem, but c’mon, the guy gives pretty good hugs.

Banshee: Resting bitch face, but is sound sensitive so she has a reason. Most likely up to god knows what hours listening to music enjoying synethesia sensations. Knows a thing or two about where to find the best obscure books. Caring protective friend.

Chroma: Moody guy who just wants some fucking peace and quiet. Hoards things like trophies from kills, bet this guy has so many hunting trophies? ffs, his ult is a dragon pelt, might as well be a dragon! Really good at pissing off people without even trying.

Ember: Sassy friend wants all the tea. Best booty to boot. You see that guy over there? He’s on fire. She fucking murdered him with sick comebacks. Don’t get me wrong though, she might like her bacon crispy but she’s a pretty loyal friend. Probably would come get your ass for a revive with intent to raze the fucking field with wildfire.

Equinox: Calm balanced friend??? Has two sides she shows to different people, everyone who talks to her might find something different about her. Likes keeping a lot of houseplants in her room in the dojo. Courteous and polite and gives the best backhanded compliments under a pleasant facade.

Excalibur: Average Joe. Good at a lot but not the best, really doesn't give his best. Very athletic. rushes through missions impatiently. Might play too many hack’n’slash games in his spare time.

Frost: Stoic, quiet, probably has some thought going on at all times. Reads a lot of mythology from before the orokin era. Procrastinates and stalls for his buddies while holding down the fort. solid person to talk to if you need someone to listen.

Hydroid: The guy has enough mentions about tentacle porn, it’s safe to say he’s hoarding a hentai stash somewhere. or people assume. just a guy who loves the water, could talk for days about fish and where to find all the best seafood restaurants. has had enough people mentioning pirates around him. has a good, hearty laugh.

Inaros: Tired, always fucking tired. Sleep? I’ll sleep when I’m dead. if you can kill me, that is. Mmm. nom. Corpus tastes metallic. Grineer tastes like really bad slimy chicken. I’m not sharing what infested taste like. Shields? What the heck is that? Appreciates old architecture and hoards ayatan statues.

Ivara: Sneaky sneaky~ I got an arrow for just about any job. Just because i am a cyclops doesn’t mean i don’t have depth perception, dumbass. Carefree happy lady, fun to talk to. Makes lots of banter with teammates on missions.

Limbo: Trolls might love this guy, why doesn't he have a fedora helmet yet? I’ve not seen enough Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure to know what those references mean. He’s a real gentleman, very inquisitive. He’s a scientist? Aw, cool. Prolly spacing out while carousing through the rift, thinking about his next project.

Loki: The Cheeseframe is what people call him. Knows where all the loot is, all the time. Giggling and pulling pranks 24/7. Can do shit effortlessly and stares at his team wondering why the fuck the had to trigger the damn alarm in a mission. Also, hammerhead shark. This guys likes playing card games too.

Mag: In a state of calm and panic at the same time. Doesn’t show much though. Magnetic personality? Could crush your heart in a minute. Has a good taste in interior design, rather good at art deco/ industrial. Has some walls to get through before befriending her, but melts like a marshmellow when ya do.

Mesa: 360 no scope!!! It’s high noon! okay, now that’s out of the way, let’s keep going. Keeps an orderly schedule, off doing solo missions all the time. Loves a good movie, could talk about her favorite film for hours. Deserts are dry? So is her humor. Would shoot you without even thinking.

Mirage: You thought Loki’s pranks were bad? At least her enemies get these night mare shows and not you. This chick loves horror films, special effects make up and disco. Pretty good at good at lighting up the room and your smile. She really just wants a good time, okay?

Nekros: Sick mofo who tells dead baby jokes. Has some interesting kinks. Rarely eats, if ever. Would look you dead in the eye and try to tell you bad puns seriously as possible. Has seen the dead walk again, thinks they’re best buddies. good guy to go to a graveyard with.

Nezha: Srsly good looking.. guy? girl? oh idc he can be genderfluid and i’d still think he’s attractive. Got serious hula skills. Never takes himself seriously and just loves going for long missions. Knows a thing or two about culture, rather classy guy but can be a bit childish. Never really grew up, but you don’t notice that behind the charm.

Nidus: This is the I-don’t-give-a damn guy. He wrecks everything he touches, spreads space aids, yet his personality is far from cancer. Very good with animals. A bit messy. Too many damn things talking in his head from the infested and ignores them like a champ. They bend to his will.

Nova: A Good Egg, if slightly cracked. Giggles at the mention of inane words. Everything explodes!!! ADHD in a frame. Good natured wholesome friend who loves everyone. Bad habit of breaking appliances and electronics. Geiger counters near her start playing Imagine Dragon’s Radioactive?

Nyx: Look at this frame. You took a good warframe and gave it anxiety, sheesh. Shy, kinda hard to deal with hearing everyone’s thoughts sometimes. ain’t got time for your drama. Loves talking about current events, but not much of a gossip out of respect for others. giant personal space bubble, do not touch!

Oberon: Royal pain in the ass, but a lovable doofus so you kinda just let it go. Very protective dad friend, complete with dad jokes. Probably would like to finish your sandwich if you’re not gonna eat it. Would open his home to you if you needed a couch to surf on.

Octavia: This girl loves all music, could help you find just the mix you were looking for. Got sick dance moves too. Might have been in band. Would happily binge watch any tv show with you and discuss everything about it. You don’t know what so charming about her, but you really like her so you always accept her invites. Had a bad habit of fidgeting.

Rhino: This guy could bench press a grineer ship in one hand and corpus ship in the other. you don’t move out of his way, he runs you over, simple as that. gym rat, for sure. somewhat impatient. watches way too many superhero blockbusters and devours the comics. Mows down the entire enemy wave just get your sorry bleeding ass back up and fighting again.

Saryn: Oh, good lotus, this chick has got good looks and a deadly touch. Cunning girl could outsmart anyone. Low key annoyed in general. Would back stab you without a thought, given a reason. Knows a lot about cooking. I mean, if you’re going to poison someone or at least know how to work in the biolab you should probably know how this type of chemistry works. dodges responsibility a lot tho.

Titania: flighty as fuck, gets startled easily. graceful; she has good fashion sense. you have no idea where she came from in the room. fairy tales are definitely her thing, but happy endings really aren't true with that state of things right now in the solar system. too many butterflies, but is fine with it since they help her stay calm. Actually really good at flying archwings, I think?

Trinity: First one to rush into the fight, last one to leave until everyone is okay. Is the Mom friend. Likes to be helpful. Rather much a bitch to those she hates. She may have an open heart, but don’t walk all over this girl. Cross her once, shame on you. Cross her twice, she leaves you for dead on eris, end of story.

Valkyr: Look, she’s been through some shit, has ptsd, the very least you can do is give her a cat plushie and your support, okay? Gets angry easily and has meltdowns. She’s not a pushover. She knows what’s best, she can endure. semi serious, jokes fly over her head. it may take a bit for her to like you. literally a cat frame, you don’t know love until you've been loved by a cat.

Vauban: Forget Limbo being a troll. This is THE trollframe. Went to college for engineering, came back out a smart ass. Don’t loan money to him, he prolly won’t pay ya back. Pretty good drinking buddy tho. Reads a shit ton of shakespear to know what that sense of humor really is. Shit poster, meme hoarder extrordinaire. you can have a grenade! And you can have a grenade! YOU ALL CAN HAVE GRENADES!

Volt: Impeccable taste mixed with sharp commentary. Why does he have a helmet that’s a boob? maybe he has a high schooler’s sense of humor? would be honest with you and tell you straight up what needs to be done. This guy likes expensive suits. Has a tendency to be impulsive.

Wukong: Has loads of stories to tell. Good memory. Can comeback from just about any setback. determined and will happily grind with you in missions for hours. Also pretty damn stubborn and doesn’t listen well to others, kinda has to speak first.

Zephyr: Life’s a breeze here, right? Kinda goes with whatever and has a hard time deciding on things. Kinda clumsy too. Crashes raids and blows away the enemy. Usually minds her own business with her head in the clouds.

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johnradams · 7 years

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Comet is the only thing I care about if it doesn't win I'm gonna cry

Like. I can't even explain it I'm too invested in this show. I'm going to infodump about it because I'm so sad that DEH might beat it out for the tony and it doesn't even deserve to. -While you are walking in it gives you a Cold War / modern Russia vibe. The walls of the imperial are covered in posters and I remember reading the word pussy a lot which made me happy. - The guy at the merch stand was so sweet! No one else was there yet so I just was like " are you open?" And he helped me pick a shirt ( the red shirt with the family tree/ prologue lyrics was his favorite and I bought it bc I love it too.) - All the ushers were so nice! I was wearing a shirt that said " so broke can't pay attention" and a lot of them read it and told me it was funny. - the usher for my actual seat talked to me about DEH and I told her I loved it but it annoyed me when everyone kept saying ' oh yeah it has 9 tony noms' and I was like " well... comet has 12!" And she laughed and we Bonded™ - did I mention I was alone for like the first hour I was in the theatre because I ran in at 7 without my mom and sister. They wanted to eat their food and I was like "NO COMET" - I was hungry because I'd skipped dinner?? The comet gods threw food at me. - The girl who talked to our section was the best. Also I was the only person who read war and peace in my section which made me feel Important™ - Natasha's "NO!" When Andrey tells her he's going off to war and prologue starts - the door!!! - o Sonya - private and intimate life gave me chills. Gelsey Bell gives me chills. She was so genuinely scared and I just wanted to run down there and hug her and tell her it would all be okay. - an old woman was chose for bolkonsky's lover and she was so happy it was so sweet - "I KNOW THEYLL LIKE ME!" *pause* "EVERYONE HAS ALWAYS LIKED ME!" - getting stools into those tables took a little while but it was the best thing I ever saw. - no one else was so powerful. It's one of my favorite songs that I've like, ever heard, and Denee rocked it. Honestly the little things I noticed from her I applied to my singing it ( it's a song I'm working on in vocal) and it helped so much. God bless Denee Benton. - The opera was AWESOME. Gelsey again as opera singer made me die. Her voice is so strong and good and perfect. - stop touching dolokhov stop touching dolokhob Helene stop stop stop - the whole " where is dear Pierre" thing with Marya gently reminding Helene that she IS married to Pierre made me smile - WHEN THE RIP TBE BLOOD OFF ANDREY I CRY - Anatole get back behind that door you little shit - you are not allowed to walk down stairs like that Anatole stop -Helene please stop looking at your brother like that he's your brother stop - Natasha stop looking at him - Anatole stop looking at her - stop whispering in french Anatole you smooth fuck - GIVE HER HER FLOWER BACK ANATOLE PUT IT BACK PUT IT BACK PUT IT BAAAAAAAAACK. - you will NOT go to that ball Natasha u sit down and pick up a coloring book or something you literal child -when Pierre says " oh dear Andrey's betrothed." Anatole shakes his hand and goes " ehhh " like he's saying not for long - the entire scene before the duel hurts so much Pierre doesn't understand except he does - *shot comes from Fedyas gun* Pierre, with his arms out ready to die stays still for a few beats before doubling checking to make sure that he has indeed survived - HELENE LOOKS SO PISSED AT HIM. - dust and ashes is my anthem I have never related to anything so hard. Protect Pierre. Get him medical help. I want to see him loved. -DENEE BENTON STRIPPING-ISH ON STAGE TO JUST A CORSET AND UNDERWEAR ( I'm sure she has a Leo under it)?? MY GAY LITTLE HEART DID NOT SURVIVE. - Helene takes the necklace Andrey put around Natasha's neck when he left. Nat looks distressed until it is replaced by pearls and she gets distracted by the shiny. - the ball is so painful please Anatole no more - when Anatole and Natasha stand together In front of 9 flood lights then the door closes? I die - the door closing makes it final and I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it I hate it - Natasha's costume change is great you can see how teeny Denee is - Natasha gushing about how much she loves Anatole to the crowd makes me cry - Pierre you gentle giant plz stop drinking -that's right Sonya. Roast her. - Natasha no longer says " he's my master and I am his slave." In the genius annotations of the off broadway cast Dave says that the line might change because he knows how it looks to have an African American woman sing that about a white man. He said it was up to Denee to decide what she was comfortable with, and in the show it wasn't there. ( I'm glad Denee stopped saying something she wasn't okay with) -oh Sonya nothing is your fault you little gerbil please calm down and realize you aren't responsible for Natasha -THE PLAN FOR NATALIE ROSTOVAS ABDUCTION HAD ALL BEEN- - balaga is such a fun song. I didn't get egg shakers but everyone who did seemed to have a good time! - during the abduction when Anatole says not yet and pauses, Lucas draws it out a ton. One of the people next to me tried shaking her egg to get it started up again and he just looked at us and said " no." -Natasha is so excited to go with him I hate it. Also the violin is amazing as it always is in that show. - yOU WILL NOT WNTER MYYY HOUSE S C O UN D R E L. - Denee runs up to what looks like a sink (?) and you can see her miming taking arsenic. -Pierres reality check kills me. He's been telling himself he's worthless nothing matters and he probably hasn't gone outside in a long time, and then someone's asking for him for his friend. -what?? whAt? WHAT??? - Anatole sobbing in Helene's lap is good and terrible at the same time. She strokes his hair, and it makes me die. - DRAG HIM PIERRE. THREATEN THE BAD MAN. - when Anatole leaves Pierre and him throw his bag around for a bit. - Natasha very ill is so sad I cried then -in Andrey and Pierre, Andrey is so tired. He's holding the letters with anger, like he doesn't want to touch them anymore. It makes me upset because only about 25 songs ago he clutched them to his heart. - when Andrey says ' never speak of that' he holds Pierre up on his tip toes by his shirt. On " again" he punches Pierre in the chest and runs down to his fathers throne. He sits there and the tension never leaves him as he grips the arms of the chair. Mary tries to fret over him, but he waves her away. - Natasha and Pierre is the saddest song too. Natasha is so small in her room plain, baggy white nightgown and no shoes. The emotions in that song are so high. Natasha climbs up the stairs as Pierre starts the " if I were not myself" part of the song, and hesitates with each kind thing he says. - Pierre stops after "I" and I think he only continues because he sees that Natasha has heard him and that she tenses at the word. - "UNABLE TO FIND THE SLEEVES." - the comet is a good prop I love the comet #gayiconthecomet - the stage door was so amazing. All the actors were the sweetest. I'm super terrible at names so I apologize if I just call someone their character name. -Paul Pinto came out and instead of saying " I loved your performance and my friends did as well" I said " my friends love you and told me to say hi" he looked a little hurt and said "oh, well tell your friends I said hi, I guess." I have hurt the best man on this planet and I can never make it up - I told the guy who plays dolokhov that he was amazing and I cried very hard and he said " oh well that's what we always want, isn't it?" - PEARL ( an ensemble member) SIGNS IN PURPLE. I ASKED HER WHY SHE SAID IT WAS BECAUSE SHE WANTED TO BE DIFFERENT SO I WOULD REMEMBER HER. - josh came out even though he had somewhere to be. He went to the end of the line and worked his way up. - josh has the kindest eyes, he could stab me and I would apologize for getting blood on his knife. He also has a baby face and a beanie. I love him. There's more, like a lot about the set so if you want to hear me infodump about comet please let me know kids

#the great comet #Natasha Pierre and the great comet of 1812 #comet #great comet #natasha rostova #Pierre bezukhov

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