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Tags: Apocalyptic ponyo au, medical inaccuracies, rescues, Animal Abuse, Aftermath of Torture, Aftermath of Violence, Loss of Limbs, prosthetic limbs
Notes: based on this post,
Summary: Deadlock was a poacher and sea hunter, but when he saw the pretty red sea lion mer look at him with such rage in his eyes as the crew he was apart of ripped it apart, he knew couldnât keep doing this. This one he couldnât just let die. But without itâs flippers it would surely die, so he has to come up with an alternate solution.
Chapter TWarnings: graphic violence, finning, talk of skinning, torture
Additional Tags: poachers, poacher!deadlock, mer hunters, human!deadlock, mer!ratchet, sea lion!ratchet,
Snippets:
It wasnât the first time Deadlock and the crew captured a mer.
It would be the last.
âŠ
Maybe that was what was different. That anger, the viciousness, being so determined to not die without causing as much pain. The desire to live or go down fighting. The mer made brief eye contact with Deadlock, standing there, doing nothing as the creature was mutilated. Deadlock saw the rage and pain in his eyes, the rage being a paper thin shield to mask the terror and despair and helplessness of losing everything-
âŠ
But looking at this random mer, showing the same feelings, echoing Drift, Deadlock felt that same need to act. To do something!
End notes: do you have any idea how much this and next chapter PAINS ME to keep calling ratchet a seal when HEâS A SEA LION!! it is killing the seal nerd in me. but deadlock is a dumbass who never learved the difference between any piniped and thinks theyâre all seals. even if it makes me want to stab him i must keep true to his lack of knowledge.
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Imagine if a like 8 foot tall guy that looked kinda like an alien species just kinda showed up at the house you rent a room in and crashed on the couch and at first everyone hated him but you kinda just accepted this weird massive kinda-human alien species thing as a part of your group even though he's like twice the size of everyone else there
So there's two species of sea lion in North America: the California sea lion, ranging along California (including Baja) but not ranging into the north coast or into oregon
And the Stellar's sea lion, which are WAY bigger and live in Washington, British Columbia, and Alaska
A male Stellars sea lion showed up in SF like a month ago and just kinda. Didn't know what to do, and joined a colony of California sea lions, and is just kinda chilling there now.
Weird vagrant species happen from time to time, but this is just a particularly funny instance of a highly social species getting very lost, and just trying to blend in with its closest nearby relatives
Notes: i've always been a big fan of avatar zuko stories and the idea of an avatar of vaatu so when I discovered the chaos avatar zuko stories I was hooked. the consider chaos was the series which made me fall in love with the au. to give birth to a dancing star was what made me want to write my own.
then I realized I could make zuko the avatar before mabel and I just had to try.
I've been working on this story on and off since..... 2020? i wanna say? might even be 2019.
chapter 2 is mostly written but I gotta do a lot of research into third degree burn recovery before I publish it.
Summary:
Zuko entered the Spirit World on the first summer solstice after his banishment and left with the Spirit of Chaos bound to him by shards of his prison. Now Zuko's journey has taken a new turn as he must master the elements to be ready to face and capture Raava's avatar.
Along the way, Zuko learns more about the world and himself as he discovers what kind of chaos he wants to leave in the world.
But there's more to this bond than Vaatu is telling him.
Chapter Summary:Â a meeting of change (zuko in the spirit world)
Chapter TWarnings: fear of fire, being buried alive, drowning, gale force winds, being burned alive
Snippets:
Between blinks Zuko found himself in a world he could only describe as alien. Hard rock with rows of jagged spikes coming out of the ground, a small winding river at his feet between them. Not far from him was a strange glowing sphere with what was possibly magma inside based on the orange (and purple?) glow.
...
The tree was huge, its barren branches reaching toward the sky. In the middle of the trunk was a slitted opening with a ball of energy inside. The shape and the wrinkles of the trunk made it resemble Zukoâs scarred eye. As if at the reminder, his scar twinged and his vision went blurry, but that faded when his attention was drawn to something moving in the trunk.
...
âI require your help in freeing me, so I can return to the mortal world.â
So I can go home, Zuko heard. His eye twinged as his heart ached with longing. It hadnât been long but he wanted to return home more than anything. He could sympathize with the spirit kept apart from the world.
...
Raava was the name of the World Spirit and that the World Spirit had a partner spirit. Was Vaatu the Great Spirit of the Spirit World?
Tags: Chaos Avatar Zuko, manipulative vaatu, injured zuko, zuko is a brat, fire nation propaganda, firebending
Notes:
in honor of consider the spirits updating, i'm posting the next chapter that really shows the consider the wildflowers inspiration.
the reason i didn't post this chapter despite being finished it for damn ages was because i WANTED to research how zuko's burn would be healing at this point in his life and incorporate it, but i kept putting it off because looking at fresh burns is gross. at this point i've come to the conclusion i won't be doing that research so might as well get the chapter out.
if you know about third degree burns healing and/or have a similar disability to zuko, comment so i can kidnap you to be my consultant and sensitivity reader.
Summary:
Zuko entered the Spirit World on the first summer solstice after his banishment and left with the Spirit of Chaos bound to him by shards of his prison. Now Zukoâs journey has taken a new turn as he must master the elements to be ready to face and capture Raavaâs avatar.
Along the way, Zuko learns more about the world and himself as he discovers what kind of chaos he wants to leave in the world.
Chapter Summary:Â Vaatu and Zuko have their first day tied together.
Chapter TWarnings: illness, talk of death and disability from illness, zuko being a brat, mentions of zuko's scar still healing
Snippets:
Zuko drifts, his dreams consisting of blurry images and colors as he feels the sun dip before rising again. He sees colorful shards being tossed into a fire. Instead of melting he sees the colors cut into the fire, hurting it in an unnatural way. He sees a sea of black surrounding the fire.
...
A laugh that feels like thunder rumbles through Zuko.
"Have you forgotten our deal already?" the voice asks.
Instantly, Zuko remembers the strange dream he had. The tree, the strange world, the spirit- Vaatu, the deal.
âThat was no dream,â Vaatu tells him.
âSo it was real?â Zuko asks, excitement brewing in him. âIt worked?!â
...
Zuko breathes out and stops shivering.
Iroh smiles at him. âHow do you feel, Prince Zuko?â
Zuko takes a moment before responding. Allowing himself to soak in the feeling. âWarm.â
...
âI havenât done any firebending in months! The Avatar has had more than enough time to master the elements! If I hope to catch him I need to master firebending as quickly as possible!â
âBut you have!â Iroh argues. âYou have been meditating every night and have reconnected to your inner flame! You were able to do my technique within a degree of me explaining it.â
Zuko scowls, looking over the endless icebergs.
Iroh places a hand on Zukoâs. âYou are firebending. You have made tremendous progress for someone recovering from such an injury.â
...
âPerhaps it would be better to show you instead.â
This time, Zuko braced his legs in a strong rooted stance. Iâm ready. What do you want to show me.
âThe firewoods.â
End notes:
firewoods are based on the irl habitat of flatwoods they're really cool.
Tags: Apocalyptic ponyo au, medical inaccuracies, rescues, Animal Abuse, Aftermath of Torture, Aftermath of Violence, Loss of Limbs, prosthetic limbs
Notes: based on this post,
Summary: Deadlock was a poacher and sea hunter, but when he saw the pretty red sea lion mer look at him with such rage in his eyes as the crew he was apart of ripped it apart, he knew couldn't keep doing this. This one he couldn't just let die. But without it's flippers it would surely die, so he has to come up with an alternate solution.
Chapter TWarnings: graphic violence, finning, talk of skinning, torture
Additional Tags: poachers, poacher!deadlock, mer hunters, human!deadlock, mer!ratchet, sea lion!ratchet,
Snippets:
It wasn't the first time Deadlock and the crew captured a mer.
It would be the last.
...
Maybe that was what was different. That anger, the viciousness, being so determined to not die without causing as much pain. The desire to live or go down fighting. The mer made brief eye contact with Deadlock, standing there, doing nothing as the creature was mutilated. Deadlock saw the rage and pain in his eyes, the rage being a paper thin shield to mask the terror and despair and helplessness of losing everything-
...
But looking at this random mer, showing the same feelings, echoing Drift, Deadlock felt that same need to act. To do something!
End notes: do you have any idea how much this and next chapter PAINS ME to keep calling ratchet a seal when HE'S A SEA LION!! it is killing the seal nerd in me. but deadlock is a dumbass who never learved the difference between any piniped and thinks they're all seals. even if it makes me want to stab him i must keep true to his lack of knowledge.
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The Mafia Princess Chapter 11: The Courthouse Resolution
A/N: Hello! Struggled with this one a bit, but I hope you guys enjoy!
Mafia Princess Masterpost/Chapters
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Should Elsa
>Go back to the courthouse and see if the adults are still there ... 60%
>Go home and pretend she went to the courthouse ... 20%
>Go home and be honest that she didn't go to the hearing ⊠20%
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Giving the open edges of her new jacket a little shake and tightening her pony tail, Elsa reached up and pulled the cord for her bus stop. Against her better judgment, and after she had asked Matthew a few dozen more questions, she had decided to go back to the courthouse.
She didn't want to, really, but it was better to see if the adults were there and deal with them right away instead of getting her foster parents involved too. The last thing she needed was for there to be even more adults yelling at her. Hopefully it would just be her caseworker there to deal with instead of her mom as well.
"Thank you!" Elsa called out on auto pilot as she hopped down from the bus after it had rolled to a stop. Taking a few steps forward, she took what she hoped was a calming breath. "Alright," she muttered. "Everything is fine. You got this."
Maybe, if she were lucky, no one would even be there. It had been two hours, after all, surely they would have given up on her coming back. In fact, she should just find a bus home, pretend this day had never happened, and-
"Elsa." Ah. Shit. Her caseworker did not sound happy. "Don't you dare run off again."
"Elsa!" Shit. Her social worker had been called? "There you are- I got a call that you had run off at the courthouse and no one could find you! What happened?"
"Is she alright?" Oh, fuck, even her mom was still there?! "Baby, what happened? Are you okay?" Okay. Okay, okay, okay, she could do this. She just had to come up with a good excuse- "Oh, baby, did you get overwhelmed?"
Oh. Well, hello excuse. Even if it came at the cost of her mom treating her like she was the little kid that got taken away from her. Well. Might as well lean into it.
Quickly, Elsa nodded and averted her eyes, not looking at any of them as she stayed silent. Silence, she figured, would work better than her trying to dig a grave for herself by making even more excuses. It would also give the impression she was 'upset,' whatever they decided that meant.
"Elsa, it's okay for you to get overwhelmed, but you can't just run off like you did." Her social worker said, not falling for her silence trick. "You can talk to us if you need to." Yeah, right.
"It's okay, I know this is a lot," her mom said, unintentionally giving her a reason to keep silent. "She was just moved to a new home not long ago, wasn't she? And a new school? That alone has to be overwhelming for her, I can't imagine adding on all of this is easy, either."
Her social worker seemed to frown, but Elsa didn't get to try and figure out why before her mom was speaking at her again, "Where did you go, Elsa? Did you go back to where you're currently staying? That home you're in?"
Well, if her mom was going to do all of the work for her, who was Elsa to deny it. She nodded along to the new excuse. She then steeled herself when her caseworker, the one who actually treated her like her age, asked, "And that was all today? Just got overwhelmed?"
"Like mom said, it's a lot." Elsa tried not to think on how she almost tripped over the word 'mom.' It was probably something she should talk about, just like she should talk about how she didn't want to go back to live with her mom, but⊠Elsa wasn't nice, but she wasn't cruel. She wasn't going to say that when her mom was right there and worried about her. "IâŠ"
"Panicked?" Her mom took a step forward, but she didn't try to touch her, thankfully. With some of the initial adrenaline dying down now that no one was yelling at her, Elsa noticed that her mom looked better. She still seemed tired, but less than the last time Elsa had seen her, and her clothes were better. Less worn. "Honey, what did you panic about? Was it about the idea of finally going home?"
Behind her, Elsa noticed her caseworker and social worker were sharing looks with each other, one of them whispering something quietly. Elsa wasn't sure if she was feeling dread or hope, but either way she did something she did rarely and kept her mouth shut as she nodded along. She could feel the end of the conversation approaching, she just had to keep it headed there.
It could have been a minute or it could have been hours, but finally her social worker spoke loud enough for her to hear, "Well, we've already been given a rescheduled appointment by the court, so for now, why don't I take Elsa back to where she's staying?"
"I think that's a good idea," her caseworker said, looking back towards Elsa. "It's getting close to dinner time, after all, and we can always talk about this another day." Ah, so the conversation wasn't over, then, but just pushed back.
Before Elsa could think whether she wanted to say anything, she felt arms wrap around her. She froze, not sure what to do as she realized her mom was hugging her tightly. Frozen, she could only listen as she said, "Goodbye, baby. I'll see you soon â and next time, if you want, I can bring Dean! You two can finally meet."
Her mom squeezed her tightly before stepping back and letting go. Elsa did her best to appear unaffected even as it felt like she had something on her that she wanted to get off. Neither her caseworker or social worker seemed to notice, her social worker just heading for the parking lot. "Come on, Elsa, let's get going."
"Bye," Elsa said, avoiding her mom's gaze as she quickly followed after her social worker. She at least waited until she was in the car and buckled in to ask, "Am I in trouble?"
"No." Well, at least there was that. "You're not in trouble. We're not going to be upset at you if you really are just overwhelmed. We can't always control our actions when that happens, and running away to somewhere you felt safe was one of the better things you could have done. Not the best, but better."
Her social worker started the car, checked all the mirrors, and started pulling out of her parking spot before she finally asked, "Did you really go back home, though?"
"Where else would I have gone?" Elsa asked, forcing herself to not react in a way that would be seen as guilty. "School was already out for the day and clubs end early on Fridays."
"You're twelve. I know that means you're not a little kid who doesn't know what's going on, but that doesn't mean you're a teenager, yet. There's still a lot of danger out there even if you were older. You can't just run off and hope things will be alright."
"That wasn't what I did," Elsa said, tone firm because she knew it was something true. She had gone somewhere she felt safe, after all. She had only met Matthew twice, but with his warm smiles and the way he talked as if he got it, he was one of the safer places she could have gone.
Her social worker didn't immediately respond, instead staying quiet as she drove them back towards Rob and Linda's place. It was as they were almost there that her social worker said, "I called and spoke with Linda after you left." Ah, shit. "I know you weren't there, but I didn't tell her you ran away at the courthouse. She just thinks I called to remind you."
"ThanksâŠ" Elsa said slowly before falling silent and nibbling on the inside of her cheek. She wasn't sure how to ask what she wanted to ask, but luckily it was done for her.
"So, where did you really run to?"
"A clothing store," Elsa said, hoping that it was honest enough she wouldn't be caught out. "Somewhere out of the way so I could just⊠calm down."
"Okay." Ah, the 'okay' of she didn't fully believe her, but she didn't really think she was straight up lying, either. Quieter, she repeated, "Okay." as they pulled up to the house. "But, Elsa, you know we're here to help you, right? You can tell us if something is wrong or if you're uncomfortable with where you're staying. You have that right."
"IâŠ" She had a choice, she realized. She could either keep playing nice and say she was fine and go through with getting taken by her mom, or she could say she wasn't really comfortable with that. The truth was, she wasn't comfortable anywhere, but she wasn't sure that was something she could really say. "Actually, IâŠ"
Should Elsa...
Tell her social worker that everything is fine
Tell her social worker that she doesn't want to live with her mom
Tell her social worker she doesn't want to live with her mom OR Rob & Linda
The Mafia Princess Chapter 10: The Courthouse Appointment (repost)
A/N: Hello! I'm reposting this chapter and the poll because I recently updated everything on AO3 and did some minor edits and rewrites so I want you guys to have the chance to see those before voting. (Plus, I never uploaded the poll and chapter of 10 to AO3, so less people got to vote this time around!
Mafia Princess Masterpost/Chapters
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Reminder:Â The poll for the next chapter will be under the read more at the bottom of the post! You have 3 days!
â â âÂ
Should ElsaâŠ
>Skip the court hearing & go get her jacket after school ... 50%
>Attend the court hearing & hope her jacket is still there on Monday ... 0%
>Get to the courthouse and see her mother before changing her mind and leaving ... 50%
â â â
There were few things more chaotic than a public bus full of pre-teens and teenagers after the local schools got out. Elsa knew this to be fact even before she found herself as one of the unwilling pre-teens stuffed between two gossiping old ladies and a six-foot guy who was glaring at his phone like it had insulted his, admittedly impressive, beard.
There was no way for her to appreciate the chaos of the day â or even pretend she wasnât waiting for disaster with the kids that were trying to toss a basketball back and forth â with her mind so full, though. She had been turning her choices over since last night on whether she should skip the court hearing or actually go to the courthouse and see her mother.
In the end, she had decided to get on the bus that would go by the courthouse after school. As much as she would like to, she couldnât just ignore the fact her mom was trying to get her back. Ignoring it would mean she would wake up one day and be told that her mom was her mom again. She wasnât a fan of that scenario.
So. She would go to the court hearing, listen to what her mom had to say, and maybe take the judge and her caseworker aside and explain, I really donât want to go back to living with her and some strange man Iâve never met can I pretty please stay in foster care where I at least know the threats coming my way?
Sighing, and watching the basketball finally land in the lap of one of the gossiping old ladies, Elsa prayed the day would go by quickly.
She was regretting that prayer when she found herself stepping off the bus and looking up at the courthouse before she could even plan on what she actually wanted to say to her mom. Werenât prayers supposed to go ignored?
âElsa!â Ah, crap. Her caseworker was already there. Why did she have to choose that day to actually be on time? âThere you are. I was worried you wouldnât make it in time for the appointment.â
âHere I am,â Elsa parroted weakly, hands clenching tightly onto the straps of her backpack. âIs sheâŠ?â Elsa wasnât sure what she wanted to ask, really, but her caseworker seemed to fill in the blank for her.
âYour mom is already here and waiting for you.â With that, she pointed up towards the top of the courthouse stairs where⊠There was her mom. Long blonde hair that was the same color as Elsaâs, an okay outfit that actually looked alright on her, and that stupid black leather purse that she always, always had whenever Elsa saw her. âReady to go?â
âYeah.â She was more than ready to go and get out of there. Already she could see her mom waving at her and Elsa could only remember those early days. The ones everyone thought she didnât remember. Being hungry. Being cold. Being alone. Wanting something.
And now they wanted her to go back to that? Already her caseworker was moving to climb the steps, Elsa taking a step forward to follow her before stopping.
She looked down at herself and noticed her hands were white from how tightly she was clutching onto her backpack. She also noticed the hairs on the back of her arms standing up from where she was cold. Because she didnât have her jacket. She wanted her jacket.
Unlike before when she was in shock and was only half-aware of what was going on, this time Elsa was in full control of herself as she screwed up her face and spat, âForget this.â
With that, she turned away from the courthouse, from her mom and her caseworker and adults who decided they knew better than her, and ran for the bus stop just down the block. For once, luck seemed to be on her side. The bus she needed was pulling up and she was already at the door before she heard her name being yelled after her.
Thankfully, bus drivers were used to yelling. By the time anyone could have caught up to her, the bus was already pulling off and driving the exact direction Elsa really needed to go. She wanted her jacket, after all.
â â â
Elsa refused to give herself time to overthink anything. Instead, she pushed open the door to a shop that was not meant for kids like her and called out, âHello?â
Thankfully, mercifully, the store was empty of customers so she didnât embarrass herself because instead of shouting out she should have just walked up to the counter and asked like a normal person-
âWell if it isnât the little designer.â Looking around at the voice, Elsa saw the man from yesterday, Matthew, standing up from where he had been adjusting the ends of a gown on a mannequin. âYou ready to see your design come to life and get those final alterations?â
âOnly if youâre alright with me asking a million questions,â Elsa said honestly, eyes darting around just like they had yesterday as she looked from outfit to outfit. She was resisting the urge to get out her sketchbook and start drawing again, but she was definitely making mental notes on what she wanted to add to her designs from yesterday.
âI welcome any and all curiosity â especially about fabrics and design.â Oh, yeah, she definitely liked this guy. âIf youâre comfortable with it, do you want to come back to the room we were in yesterday?â
âYeah, thatâs fine.â Hands loose at her side, Elsa couldnât resist feeling a few of the fabrics as she followed Matthew to the fitting room they had used yesterday. The texture differences were incredible. Could clothes really be that diverse?
âAlright, just hop up on this stand like you did yesterday and Iâll get that jacket.â Elsa did as asked, silently pleased that Matthew was speaking to her like an actual person and not a toddler who was scared of the world. âDo you want to close your eyes for the grand reveal?â
âYou ask that like youâre joking, but I definitely am going to do that now.â Without anyone else in the shop, Elsa felt a lot more at ease at being her normal self. It also helped that Desiâs bodyguard wasnât in the corner glaring at everyone and everything.
So, since it was empty, she felt comfortable enough to close her eyes and patiently wait for Matthewâs footsteps. Thankfully, she could actually hear them even against the carpeted floor. So she wasnât too surprised when, from what sounded like a few feet away, he said, âAlright, arms out.â
Straightening out her arms like she did yesterday, Elsa jumped only a little when she felt Matthew putting the jacket on her arm-by-arm. It was a little weird, but he was quick about it, so it wasnât too bad. Still. She was impatient. âCan I open my eyes now?â
Matthew chuckled, the sound quiet and nice, before she could feel him tugging and moving the jacket. âGive me just a few minutes to make some last-minute alterations. I promise the final result will be worth it.â
âFine. Iâm trusting you,â Elsa said mock-seriously, grinning at yet another laugh. Still, agreeing was one thing, but actually standing there with her eyes closed while someone moved around her and adjusted her clothes was⊠weird. Not bad, just not something she thought would be happening to her anytime soon.
Matthew was really quick about it, though, and somehow Elsa barely felt much before he was stepping back and speaking up again. âAlright. I think thatâs going to do it⊠Let me just turn you towards the mirror here and⊠Open.â
Opening her eyes, Elsa looked into the mirror and felt herself stop breathing entirely. There, right in the mirror, was her. She was wearing her jacket. The one she had sketched and colored and worked on for weeks because she knew she would never have it in real life so she at least wanted to draw it. But it wasnât just a drawing anymore.
The outside was as fuzzy and soft as she had imagined, the faux fur an off-color cream white that made her skin look almost warmer. Less like she was pale and washed out like she tended to look. The cuffs were a soft, knitted sort of fabric that ended just past her wrists, resting gently on her palms. It seemed like it had enough stretch and give that she could push it up her arms if she ever needed to.
The collar had a similar look and feel as the cuffs, resting against her neck softly and not causing any sort of itching or irritation at all. The jacket itself wasnât causing any itching or irritation like a lot of clothes did for her â and it had fake fur! When she ran a hand over it though, it was just soft.
âYou should see the inside lining.â Following the unspoken advice, Elsa lifted one edge of the jacket to look at the lining in the mirror and didnât even have a chance at swallowing her gasp.
The material had felt soft, but she saw it was that same silk-like blue fabric she had been admiring yesterday. The glittering pattern looked as amazing as it had when she first saw it and, somehow, likely through dark magic, she didnât feel anything but the soft silk texture against her arms.
âLike it?â At the question, Elsa looked up at Matthew and then back into the mirror at herself. She looked⊠maybe not older, but more like herself.
âThatâs a stupid question,â Elsa managed to get out, mentally chanting that she would not cry. âIâm pretty sure youâre a god in human form. This isâŠâ She didnât have words, but she figured Matthew got it by the way he was laughing and smiling.
âSo, then, whereâs my million questions I was promised?â
That was all it took to have Elsa opening her mouth and asking about everything. The fabric, the way it fit her so well, the way it felt soft, why it felt thicker than it sort of should, everything.
Matthew answered every question she had, leading her towards the front counter where he wrote something down in a notebook even as he kept answering and smiling at her.
When she finally ran out of questions, he pulled something out from under the counter, smiling at her.
âBefore you leave, one last thing.â Matthew held out a wooden case that had the symbol she had seen on the glass windows of the store. The symbol was right in the middle and a soft white, Elsa unable to tell if it had been carved into the polished wood or painted on. âIt comes with the jacket.â
âReally?â Elsa raised an eyebrow, knowing the âitâs definitely not a handoutâ tone of voice well by that point.
âHush. Let me support a budding designer.â With that, Matthew opened the case and turned it around so Elsa could see it was a sewing kit. Not only that, it was a really, really nice sewing kit.
There were spools of threads in the most common colors, multiple different kinds of sewing needles, one of those looper things that made it so you didnât want to scream when threading a needle, and even measuring tape and a pair of scissors and some other odds and ends she didnât recognize at first sight.
âEverything you need to start learning how to sew,â Matthew said, sounding as if this was just an average day for him and like he wasnât changing a twelve-year-oldâs life. âPiece of advice?â Unable to speak, Elsa just nodded. âStart by cutting up an old shirt and practice sewing those cuts closed. Not only will it help you get used to working with a needle and thread, but itâll give you a jump on knowing some basic stitches if you choose to really get into all of this.â
âThis isâŠâ It was a lot. The jacket was one thing. Desi had paid for that because Elsa had pretty much saved his life. That wasnât really a hand-out. The case, though?
âThink of it as me thanking you for helping out an old friend of mine out of a bad situation.â Matthewâs smile didnât so much as waver and Elsa clutched onto the case because he got it. She wasnât used to adults getting it.
âOh. One last thing. That jacket of yours?â Matthew leaned over the counter and propped a fist under his chin, grinning in a way that looked smug. âThe inside layers are the same material I use to make Desiâs jackets.â Alright? That was a littleâŠ
âThe bulletproof ones?!â Elsa didnât even care that she was yelling, the store was empty and Matthew was laughing, it was fine, but come on! She had a bulletproof jacket?! It was official. This was her favorite adult in the world. She could easily spend the rest of her curfew time here asking questions.
Now if she could just figure out what she was going to do about her less favorite adults in the world.
Should Elsa...
Go back to the courthouse and see if the adults are still there
Go home and pretend she went to the courthouse
Go home and be honest that she didn't go to the hearing
I was today years old when I learned that when you type "otp: true" in AO3 search results it filters out fics with additional ships, leaving only the fics where your otp is the main ship
Yeah okay now I'm done with this. Got too tired of trying to keep fixing it when it just kept getting worse. Also I am sorry about the fucking crabeater seal.
Every time a guy writes a song, he's a cowboy, a sailor
Playing with the world in his palm like the first pioneer.
Every time he opens his mouth, it's a loud movie trailer
Clipping every image and sound he thinks proves he was here.
A hand, a spike, a physical fight,
A flash of light, a curtain,
A toll, a tithe, the passage of time,
A height, a dive, a burden,
A girl, a night, a typical type,
A siren in the water,
A scroll, a nod, a message from God,
A son, a Holy Father.
Every time a guy writes a song, he's a sailor, a cowboy
Holding out the world in his palm like he made it himself.
Every time I open my mouth, I think, "Wow, what a loud noise!"
Still on the soapbox, just hoping I seem underwhelmed.
The hand, the pen, the writing again,
The Wind around the Willow,
The felt, the ice, the passage of time,
The melting down the window,
The ânowâ, the âthenâ, the thinking of "when",
The bottle in the ocean,
The strike, the pause, the message from -
God forbid she shows emotion.
This isn't rage, it's worth a mention.
This is a fake internal tension.
Sometimes, I spread out one opinion
And stand on its back to gauge attention.
This isn't rage, it's too specific.
I like to hate symbolic limits.
This is no statement, I'm complicit.
This is a dream, GOD put me in it.
A hand, a spike, a physical fight,
The Wind around the Willow,
A toll, a tithe, the passage of time,
The melting down the window,
The now, the then, the thinking of "when",
The siren in the water,
The strike, the pause, a message from God.
Does that make me His daughter?
A hand, a shove, a valley, a jump,
A score under the wire,
Just sweep me up, just sweep me up
And take me somewhere higher,
Just sweep me up, just sweep me up
And take me somewhere higher,
Just sweep me up, just sweep me up
And take me somewhere higher.
