RAcoon Likes Sleep

Write all sorts of stuff and sometimes try to be funny. Learn languages in spare time. Stupid.

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Project Hail Mary x The Golden Compass

"You have three hours," her voice sounded somewhere higher, echoing in the darkness that was slowly getting closer, swallowing remnants of light and feelings.

"Ry!" Grace jerked, sharply coming to his senses as light filled the room. He blinked a few times as the remnants of his dream were slowly letting go of his mind. It felt wrong for a second, to lay in the bed, an actual bed instead of some xenonite surface.

"Ry, you need to calm down," his own voice called out, grounding him in the present moment.

After a short while Ryland felt like something warm and fluffy crawled up into his bed, curling near his side with quiet gekkering noises. It took a lot of mental effort to look somewhere except the ceiling. A red fox patiently waited for Grace to concentrate on her, flickering her tail a bit in nervousness and worry. Sometimes she was even more anxious than Grace. Which was weird because they both were one. Did that mean Grace's anxiety was so much bigger than he thought? Hmmm…

"Ry?" the fox called once again, her ears went flat against her head. Even if she could feel everything Grace felt, she always was asking, always trying to keep him taking. The whole space travel and artificial coma thing affected her greatly…

"I'm good. Just a nightmare…" Ryland brought his hand to his face, rubbing it a little to shake off feelings from his dream.

They laid in silence for a few minutes, each thinking of their own. Grace was staring at the ceiling, his head was so full of different thoughts and emotions that it slowly turned into white noise. And if pretended well enough it almost felt like he didn't have any thoughts at all. Hope, however, wasn't planning to tear her eyes away from him, placing her muzzle on his shoulder after a few seconds of adjusting. They both were buzzing with restless energy but didn't feel like getting out of the bed. Which meant that they were having a bad day. Spending it in bed was a luring idea.

"You're still afraid…" Hope whispered, her voice turned gentler. She flicked her tail again but after that relaxed just a bit, huffing some hot breath into Grace's cheek before poking it with her wet nose.

"Yeah…" he agreed easily. There were no use trying to argue with someone who was literally part of his being. His soul in a way.

"We can stay here…" Hope said quietly. But despite the fact that she was suggesting, Grace could feel the question, small fearful hesitation. His hesitation. "Pebbles like you…"

"Yeah…" Ryland nodded again, before rolling to his side and pulling Hope into hug. She let out some squeak but nuzzled into him immediately as movement stopped. Her fur was slowly getting better, growing thicker and finally returning some healthy gloss black.

Ryland hid nose in his daimon's fur, feeling relief that now Hope wasn't slowly losing it. They both were in pretty bad shape when they landed on Erid and seeing Hope lose her red coat was the most heart-wrenching moment. Now the two of them were healthy, building new life among eridians. And that was enough to loose a lump in Grace's throat. He was alive and his daimon too. That was enough for now.

The moment was disturbed by loud banging on the front door, a fast one, impatient. Hope immediately slipped through Ryland's hands, running towards the door with loud and happy gekkering, her tail wiped the floor wildly, as she practically vibrated from excitement. Oh, well, they both were the same in that regard. If Rocky was coming over, they both were happy.

"Friend Grace and Hope awake, question?" impatient humming sounded from behind the door, as Rocky was slowly getting just as jumpy as Hope was. Ryland chuckled, crawling out of the bed, to put at least some decent clothes on instead of ridiculous pajamas.

"Yes, yes, yes! We're awake! Awake!" the fox squalled, before running back to Grace to start circling him, "Ry, come on! Rocky's here! Faster, Ry! Faster! Come on!"

"Jeez, Hope, calm down!" Ryland chuckled as he couldn't help stare at his daimon lovingly. "I'm almost ready!"

"Listen to her, statement!" Rocky urged again, keeping his banging without any thoughts to stop. "Hurry! Open door! I have surprise!"

Grace laughed, as he finally opened the door, letting Rocky inside, straight to Hope who jumped at him with a loud bark. As eridian and daimon were playing around, Grace felt a sense of piece wash over him. He was exactly where he wanted to stay and Hope's wild happy gekkering was a great proof of that.

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''Summer Faeries series'' by Kazuaki Koseki

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Damn, i want in my dnd session now...

[heylsgowt]

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I really love the idea of MCU Spider-Man and Insomniac Spider-Man crossover. Because it's really good and interesting, because it's cute to see how early-films MCU Peter interacts with himself from another world. The Brand New Day blurs the line between them a bit, but that's for another time. The thing is. I think MCU Tony would be terrified of meeting Insomniac Peter. And not because the guy is scary, or rude, or anything else. No, quite the opposite. He's sweet, he's polite, he's smart and in overall nice to deal with. Just like Tony's kid, this guy has a lot of wit to himself, just a bit polished, but yet again, he's an adult, twenty three years old, not a teenager anymore. But he's terrifyingly adult. He's not a kid, not a teen, but a man. A man with real fighting experience. With real WAR experience, curse Norman Osborn and Sable International. The man who's been in the field for ten years. The man who knows how criminals think and understand their psychology, who knows first-aid rules by reflex, who knows where to find information, and who knows how to act like a spider so it would scare the shit out of people. This Peter is a veteran. He's been doing it for a whole DECADE. And he was doing it alone. Unlike Tony's kid, this Peter has no one with him. No, not like that. He has his MJ, he has his apprentice (which is wild concept on its own), he has a few others, who would help him. But during fights he's alone. MJ can't throw punches and survive a flight across the city if she would be thrown like this. The only help he can get is a freshman year student that was taught by him. So this Peter doesn't have Tony Stark as a backup plan. He doesn't have his technologies or AIs to supervise him. He doesn't have Iron Man's eye, watching over him. Insomniac Peter himself has to keep an eye on Miles, due to his guilt complex and genuine need and wish to take care of another Spider. And this Peter does not cave in. He does not allow Tony to work over his gear or suit. He does not use Tony's resources and labs, even if he knows that they are better. Insomniac Peter knows the price of privacy and quiet work over his projects. That man knows the price of every nickel and every screw bolt, creating effective devices from scrap and trash, quite literally. This man knows the price of multifunctional equipment and what it could lead to. So Tony Stark is terrified of Insomniac Peter. He does not know how to communicate with this guy, he doesn't know if this Peter even needs it. And while looking at his kid, he's terrified of seeing the same tired expression on his face. Insomniac Peter worked for ten years straight. And he took his first ever break only because he no longer could do it. He had to step back, allowing Miles take the lead. He took his first ever break, right before it was almost too late. And Tony was afraid. He can't do this to his kid. Can't leave his Peter with a fate like this. So he tried to find a way to protect him. He came up with even more protocols and suits, even more ways to keep him safe even despite his protocols. But Tony was an engineer. He knew that the bigger the dam, the bigger the flood will be. He can't be here forever, solving problems for Peter till his grave. But... Tony doesn't want to see his Peter to flinch at every siren and loud noise, he doesn't want his kid to analyze every room on subconscious level, he doesn't want his kid to start moving absolutely silently whenever he feels out of place. And all of this in his early twenties. And yet... He feels innumerable amount of grief for the Insomniac Peter. He can't help him with his loneliness and bitter aftertaste of losing dear people way too fast. He can't protect him from real life that doesn't care about your incognito alter-ego. He can't save Peter's house from loans. He can't make him his kid too. But God knows he wants to. 

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Part one here

Perks of being an entity that was sent to space:

No responsibility for your actions!

While Colt and Court have to be careful and avoid being seen doing something that normal humans cannot, Ryland, like a little shit he is, takes advantage of the fact that he’s 11 light years away from Earth.

Eating someone else’s sandwich at Jody’s projects?

Sure, Ryland did it more than once.

Spending time with Claire, sharing shameful stories about his older brother, while Court's away?

Of course, it's the first thing Grace did.

Visit a few random people from his work, while staying at the corner of their vision?

Oh, the principal of Grover Cleveland Middle now visits church every Sunday!

But there always will be one thing he always loved.

Being an urban legend.

He loved it since he was thirteen, when he was scaring his peers despite Court’s lectures. He loved it, when he was at college, when he was messing with his friends’ memories. He loved it when he was responding to his kids by slightly mysterious notes.

He set simple rules: place a piece of paper under the cat’s statue near the school's yard and get your answer the next day.

Colt laughed at Ryland’s misbehave. Court shook his head, but stayed out of it. It’s not like Ryland could get into problems over it now, since he was on Erid. But both Ryland’s brothers warned him to keep caution, just for the sake of it. They all have been messing with their powers, sometimes for fun, sometimes for job. Yet since Ryland was technically dead to Earth for a few years now… No one wanted to risk it.

So Grace kept answering notes. Sometimes it was silly dares, sometimes it was genuine questions, sometimes some requests for little help. Ryland wasn’t judging, wasn’t refusing to answer and kept his notes out of adults’ eyesight. Just in case. Plus, it added to the fun, so why not?

Until one day, he saw Stratt next to the cat’s statue with a crumbled note in hands.

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Okay, yeah, I guess my writing made it clear that March wasn’t ready for Coltland Gentry bros in his life. I tend to write it in angst way, but I do have some cute stuff I want to publish one day.

But!

What about Healy? I’m sure the man wasn’t ready to face four kids at the same time!

I’m sure he thought that Holly is Holland’s only daughter (which is true, March just never mentioned he had three adopted nephews that are like sons to him).

Can you imagine Healy’s reaction? The man is gonna be so shocked! And confused, because dynamics in this family is so freaking weird! He was expecting that he would have to deal with Holly alone. Only to find out that she had two carbon copies of her and one copy of March at her back and call.

Man, this family is weird, but it makes me happy

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Coltlant Gentry + March family incorrect quotes

*Late at night, family chat* Colt: I miss dad Court: Well, listen here, you little shit

____ Ryland and Colt: *doing something stupid and reckless* Jody: How did you deal with them when they were teens? Holly: Deal? Why do you think we all live in a different cities? Together we've burned them one by one!

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Healy: Didn't you forget something? Holly, that taught Ryland and Colt how to drive: No, I don't think so. Ryland: We bought all the groceries. Colt: We even got ice cream for everyone and refueled the car on the way back. Healy: ... Healy: And where's Holland? All: ... Ryland: Fudge... We forgot him at the gas station...

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Court: I left Claire with you for one day... March: For the record, you left her unsupervised! Court: YOU were supposed to supervise her! March: *panicked* I was left unsupervised, too!

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March, to Holly: Where are you going? For how long? Who's gonna be here? Do you need a ride? Do you need help? Call me if anything needed! Keep you cap on! Stay safe! Drink water! Healy, to Ryland and Colt: Don't die, preferably.

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Colt: Damn... Ryland: What's wrong? Colt: I just realized. If the Earth is flat, then how the jokes about Australia work? Do they live on the other side of the disk? Ryland: ... Ryland: Please, disown yourself from my family. And make a plastic surgery.

____ Court: Whoa, stop. Easy, we're not taking it home. Claire: Why not?! He's cute and he needs help! Court: *stares at the shocked and blood covered Driver, that doesn't know how he ended up here* ... Court: Well, firstly, because it's called kidnapping...

____ Jody: Take your brother back, please. Ryland: Sorry, no refunds. Legally, he's your problem now. But I can recommend a few zoos in the area. Colt: Hey! ____

Healy, to Colt: Don't jump off the buildings. Colt: *becomes a stuntman* Healy: Damn. ____

Someone: How many kids do you have? March: Honestly, I'm not even sure anymore. They're just keep coming and I don't know from where. ____

Driver: So... it's always like this? Court: *glances back* Ryland and Colt: *fighting over nugget* Holly and Holland: *sleep deprived and on 5th coffee cup each, doing their case* Healy: *desperately trying to keep his idiots alive* Claire: *laughing menacingly as she holds a lighter* Court: ... Court: No, it's pretty tame. Usually it's much worse.

____ Healy: When was the last time you guys ate something? Colt: Breakfast. Need a snack, tho. Court: Same. Driver: Had lunch at work. Ryland, Holland, Holly: *nervous sweating* Healy, annoyed: If it's more than three days, go to kitchen this instance. Ryland, Holland, Holly: *scattering to the kitchen like scared cockroaches*

____ Colt: I just thought... Ryland: Don't lie. You can't do that.

____ March: Would you love me if I was a worm? Healy, that heard this question five times from five of his kids: My wallet is over there. March: *confusion*

____ Driver: Never do something you can't quickly explain to the ambulance driver. 

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Court: *sneezes* Colt: Damn, man, are you okay? Tell me what you need, old pal. Ryland: You should take better care of yourself at your age. Claire: Did you take your medicine today, old man? Court: … Court: I hate you all, guys. I'M NOT OLD!

[namesarehard11]

So I had an idea…

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Damn, it looks so cool!

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4 hours of class with only one 5 minute break tends to destroy all the humanity in you. Luckily i have my dorks with me!

Me:

[thefallenangel2008]

Coltlandgentry AU but after Court killed their father and was thrown into prison, Colt and Ryland were sent to stay with their estranged uncle. Their life after that was... Surely colorful... Pink, actually.

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The Golden Compass x Coltland Gentry x Phm

SO. I have a lot to say here, bear with me, because this idea holds me in clutches and someone asked me about it. Im here to YAPP.

@sapphiremars663 thanks for asking about it, i didn't know i wanted to talk about it so much!

As I wrote here ,I think that Grace’s daimon would be a fox. And not only because of the fandom, portraying Grace as a fox. Foxes are canine animals. And in the world of The Golden Compass canines are usually daimons of servants or immensely devoted people. Yet, foxes are not dogs, they’re wild and smart predators, inhabiting forests and hills. So you can’t expect the same level of loyalty from them. They’re different. And easy to scare. And hunt. So his daimon is a combination of that, a fierce hunter, but a terrified prey for humans and dogs.

And I named Grace’s daimon Hope, as I saw it fitting. Hail, Mary, full of grace and hope.

Colt is a bit harder to figure out. His daimon surely is dog. Once again, loyalty and his easy going nature. Yet, he’s smart and protective around those he care about. (Plus, he runs for film making scene as soon as he heard that Jody might need him, so…) But the dog’s breed made me think for a while. The german shepherd seemed perfect out of the most. That’s a universal breed, that can be trained to do a lot of things. In many countries, before the Malinois became a main breed for it, the German Shepherd was considered the ideal breed for service in government agencies due to its docile temperament and rapid learning abilities. They are smart, but can be a perfect breed for families with children.

And I imagine that Colt’s daimon’s name could be Faith/ Matching Ryland’s daimon, plus shows Colt’s loyalty: even despite his wish to shut people down, he still runs to them as soon as they call.

Court’s daimon is honey badger. Small, yet fierce and aggressive. Honey badgers are known for their intelligence, fearless behavior and tough character. With relatively small size they’re surprisingly competitive with larger animals and surely are a successful hunters. Plus they’re really hard to kill due to their body structure and immunity to the most toxins.

Court’s daimon’s would be Gerda, which means "protector," "fortified," or "fortress" in Scandinavian.

Stratt’s daimon is a raven. In The Golden Compass world, bird daimons are usually manifest in witches, due to their free nature and wild magic. Yet in Stratt’s case it’s all due to intelligence and old superstitions. Ravens are smart birds. Almost terrifyingly so, if you ever watched YouTube videos with them, you know what I’m talking about. They can be trained almost like dogs and they are capable of solving puzzles that are pretty much complicated for other birds. Also, ravens are an ambiguous sign in many cultures. They could be seen as death omen, that promises wars and hunger, or as sign of wisdom and quick wit. Both suits Eva, as she is a complicated woman in a really hard and morally heavy situation.

Her daimon’s name, in my opinion, could be Wajib, which means "duty", "obligation", or "necessary" in Arabic.

Carl’s daimon is Doberman. Once again, a canine, but this time for a contrast. In mass media culture Dobermans are shown as stoic and serious dogs, often sided with villains or being colt with protagonists for no reason. Yet in real life, those are the sweetest babies you’ll meet. With proper training and attention, they are pretty smart and fearless, but they’re not even close to their image in films and media. Plus, I like the idea of Carl having a Doberman daimon, because it makes a huge contrast with his personality. (The scene in the store is my favorite one with him.)

Daimon’s name is Cara, "friend" from Irish (if I’m not mistaken).

Other than that, I didn’t think much. But just a short list of those, who crossed my mind:

Jody — superb fairy-wren (small but bright blue)

Holland March — rabbit

Jackson Healy — Maine Coon

Holly March — lynx (but since she’s a child her daimon can change form)

Claire Fitzroy — ferret (the same as Holly)

Driver — smooth snake (often considered poisonous, but in reality they’re not)

K (suddenly, I know) — liger (due to artificial origin)

Well, i guess that's it. Any questions? Because i still think too much about it (｡T ω T｡)

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Continuation to this and this! AGAIN! Ehehehehhehe

We already saw Court dealing with the twins, right?

But, after the events of the film he got Claire, right?

You see where I’m going, right?

So yes, Court thought he was ready for Clair in his life. He thought he was ready to raise another kid. After all, he did that already and Colt and Ryland turned out pretty good, aren’t they? He faced their weird phrasing and hyperactive energy. He knew kids could be a lot sometimes, yet they are innocent and need someone to rely on despite anything.

Well, that was naïve thinking on his part. He wasn’t ready at all. He wasn’t ready to be roasted each second and each moment. Claire was a troll. She enjoyed making Court squirm. She enjoyed saying something that would make him freeze on the spot, trying to figure out what to do with it. She enjoyed bulling him with modern slang, jokes and references to the films Court never watched. He was barely keeping up with her, as she was talking about some weird things like shipping, OTPs and canons. He didn’t understand how sailing, one-time passwords and religion were connected. He didn’t understand half of her vocabulary. And when he managed to figure out something one, it was no longer relevant. It felt like fighting a hydra; one head cut off, three grew in its place.

And the most wounding part? Colt and Ryland were able understand her perfectly fine. They could talk with her for hours, as Court was hearing combinations of words he never thought could be put together. He thought he could ask for help from his brothers. Could hope to have at least some help.

He asked for too much. Because Claire knew exactly what she was doing. And before Court could figure it out, Colt joined her. Traitor. He was giggling with Claire, picking up the most stupid and brainrot memes, only to send Court’s understanding of humor to hell.

Ryland was keeping a neutral position longer. After all, he was a teacher that was dealing with kids all the time. He knew these words. Due to his work he had to. Not voluntarily, but when a bunch of kids are arguing about it or share some things with him… He just pick it up along the way.

That was until Claire found out that Ryland had an AO3 acc. After that Court lost his last semi- ally. Ryland was snitched from him, his only source of reliable explanations. And now Court had to face a united front, led by a troll. God help him, his kids are weird.

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Court that has to figure out gen z slang all while Colt and Claire roast him with words he doesn't understand:

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Holland March wasn’t good with kids. His relationship with Holly was holding on sheer stubbornness of them both and some miracle from above.

  Now he had four. Court, Holly, Colt and Ryland, in age decreasing order. Suddenly he had not only a girl, but also three rowdy boys, that looked like they’ve been through hell.

He wasn’t changing his ways, he tried, but failed after one week, earning disappointed looks from everyone. It was surprising how the boys managed to share the same expression as Holly only one week later after moving in with Marchs. And after that Holland didn’t really saw the difference between having four kids and one. Until one particular evening, when he realized that he had to do something.

The first sign should’ve been the fact that they stopped depending on him. Since day one, the Gentry boys kept to themselves, not showing any interest in how things were in March’s house. Holly met them with hostility, but Court simply let her curse at everyone as he helped the twins go to sleep. After making sure they were safe and sound, sleeping in their temporary spots on the couch, Court turned to Holly and asked if she needed help with anything. He didn’t try to plea with her, didn’t try to compromise, he simply offered help. He knew how it looked for Holly, knew that March was failing her and now he brought three other kids into the house. He knew it was hard for her, so he simply made himself useful in only way he could, by doing chores and making dinner.

Court slowly but surely took over the house. Where Holly was struggling, he was steadily overtaking, making it up to himself. Something needed fixing? He searched for information in books and magazines before repairing it. Something needed replacement? He arranged March’s money, collected each dollar and added from his own to buy it. Holly was too tired to cook? He simply moved to kitchen and arranged something. March fell asleep on the porch? Court was the one to bring him inside and put him to bed. For Holland it was unnoticeable change, for Holly — a seismic earthquake of nine points. She was fighting it first, yelling at Court if he was doing something, accusing him of doing it wrong. Or that no one needed it. Or that he was ruining it. Because she was so used to the fact that she was the only capable one, the only reasonable, that giving away control felt wild. But each time Court was silently helping out, she was given hope. Hope that there was someone to turn to, someone to ask for help. She still was hopping and asking Holland, still yelled at him each time he failed her, still hoped that one day it would return back for how it was. However, now she wasn’t waiting for weeks, she wasn’t doing it alone. She could ask Court that would simply do it, no questions asked.

The second sign was nearby. Court wasn’t leaving the house for too long. He was there whenever Holland got drunk, whenever he crawled back home and couldn’t open the door on his own. He was there, helping him to put himself together before sending him to sleep it off. And for some time March was confused, how he did that? How he was always nearby, always so collected and silent?

Holland got his answer when he was called to school and asked why Court wasn’t coming there for two months. Putting two and two together wasn’t hard. But when March asked Court, he simply looked at him and pointed at the bills on the table. All paid off without a single delay. That made March feel miserable and sick, so he made sure Court and Holly always had the money for basic needs and didn’t had to sacrifice anything.

The third sign was a breaking point.

When Holland started falling apart, only Holly was worried, despite everything. Court was silently observing from behind, keeping the twins out of this business. But what got to the man was not the fact that Gentry was separating the boys from March. It was the fact that they took Court’s side without hesitation. Colt wasn’t even looking at him, ignoring everything March was saying or doing. He simply stopped seeing him as something important. Ryland was running for his room each time or staying outside the house until late hours only to avoid crossing paths with March.

All four of them could have dinner together, but serve March’s plates away in his room. They could go for groceries and demand their money back. They could ignore him for days, without a clear reason, simply because they all could count on Court when something was needed.

And suddenly there was Jackson Healy.

And suddenly Court was taking Holland’s side, glaring at the man like an angry wolf.

Even after Misty Mountains’ and Amelia Kuttner’s case Court was having a grudge against Healy, even if Holly and the twins were slowly warming up to him and his influence on Holland. Somehow, the oldest kid in the family was stubbornly digging his heels into the ground, refusing to forget that Healy broke Holland’s hand. He was the only one among kids that was openly hostile towards Jackson.

And March honestly couldn’t understand why. Everything was slowly and painfully but getting better. Healy was fixing something in their family that Holly and Court couldn’t. Slowly he was becoming an important part of the family, befriending Holly and keeping the twins out of troubles. But Court still was closing Jackson off, refusing to share a space with him.

Slowly it was everyone’s problem. And March tried to pull the kid aside to talk.

Only to find out that Court was going through the same fight Holly once went. Court didn’t know how to be a kid. He never was one. And suddenly having someone to look up for, suddenly having a good family felt wrong. As if he was being fooled.

That moment Holland March learned that he was bad at having four kids. But luckily, he wasn’t alone anymore. And luckily, his kids were ready to place the last gamble on him.

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Sometimes Claire Fitzroy thought that she was adopted by a child and not by a government agent.

Six was professional, skilled and focused when it mattered. When her safety was at stake, Six was an unstoppable force, deadlier than anything known to man. He was ruthless and precise, not wasting any additional second for things that could be done faster. However, outside this need to protect her, Six was so goofy and hilarious. It was so easy to mess with him, sending his mind into spiral because he clearly didn’t know a lot of things. Although, he always found a way to pay back, his confused and sometimes lost face was worth it.

That is, when Claire knew how to mess with Six. But right now she was in the middle of the mall, next to the pillar, pretending to scroll something in her phone. Six hid behind the same pillar next to her, pretending to count his money as he kept his head low.

«They’re still there…» Clair noted lazily, knowing that she looked stupid and Six, probably, too.

She glanced at the café again. Two men, that looked so much like Six, and one woman with similar features, Ryland, Colt and Holly. All chatting freely and not planning to go away any time soon. They were a bit tense, but clearly looking around, as they waited.

«I know,» Six mumbled in response, lowering his head even more. His cap was covering his eyes, which made him look weird.

«You do realize that you was the one to set this meeting, right?» Claire asked lazily, glancing at the man as he shifted uncomfortably. Nothing in him spoke of the man that could eliminate a whole room of solders in less than ten minutes. Right now he was afraid to face his own brothers that he already called twice. First one to inform that he was alive, second one to ask for the meeting. And now he was hiding behind the pillar. Claire scoffed.

As Six didn’t answer, she rolled her eyes, before turning on the heels of her boots and walking straight to the trio at the table. Six tried to hiss and call her back, but she didn’t care.

All three of them stopped talking as Claire absolutely cheekily flopped down on the free chair. They got confused, falling silent and staring at her in surprise. At that moment Claire thought that they had exactly the same lost expression as her guardian, maybe even funnier.

«Six is over there, he’s too much of a chicken to come here first,» Claire declared confidently, stealing one of the cheese sticks from the guy in glasses.

All three of them looked where Claire pointed, noticing a dark figure, that facepalmed so hard that it was audible even here.

«And… you are?» the guy in black and red jacket asked as his siblings didn’t know who to look at.

«His daughter,» Claire said in no less confident voice, seeing how the three adults were changing face colors from shock.

«His what?!» all three of them yelled in unison, making Claire’s smile even wider as Six was slowly getting closer to solve the problem.

Oh, she already loved this family! She’s gonna have so much fun here!

[chylerart]

It's going to be alright

I actually did this a while back but forgot to post it completely so oops

BGM: <Click Clack Symphony> by RAYE

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Being an entity is cool. Being an entity that was sent to space? Well, not so cool, because now Colt and Court were in his head, yelling about how stupid he acted. And that’s after years of silence when no one reached for the connection. Is it a double standards or triple now?

Anyway, now Ryland was on Erid, watching the artificial sunset, as he felt someone smack a hand on his shoulder. He groaned but Colt flopped down with a wild grin on his face, before shoving his hand into his face.

«Suffer and get jealous!» the man said in annoying voice, still messing with Ryland, while he tried to get his twin’s hand out of his face.

«Co, what the hell?» Grace winced; finally leaning back to see what was going on. On Colt’s finger was a ring. «Oh, shoot! For real?»

«Yep! Proposed last Sunday. Was fun, actually!»

«And none of you wanted to call me?» Court walked closer from behind, leaning over the twins with his hands in pockets. He always was good enough to appear without any noise.

«You’re here now, aren’t you?» Colt scoffed, but moved his hand so now his older brother could see the ring too.

«How did you even managed to convince Jody to say yes? Admit it, you messed with her mind!» Ryland shoved Colt into his side, making the man chuckle, while Court shook his head, disappearing and materializing near one of the rocks, resting against it.

«Hey! Your beetles will come back here in like… ten years? I need to act quick!» Colt shook his head, before turning to Court. «You’ll come? Like, in person?»

«Not sure. But I’ll be there. One way or another,» Court promised with a smile, as three of them now looked at the water.

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The wedding was great. Jack, in all his year of working as a photographer, never had such a good work time at someone else’s event. It was fun, a bit simple but undeniably warm. The bride and groom were inseparable, guests were having fun and the event in general was light, bright and heartwarming. The vows were touching, the toasts were cheerful and people that gathered were genuinely happy for the newlyweds.

Jack made a great ton of photos, just to make this day unforgivable even after many years.

But after the day, as he was working over photos and printing them something caught his attention. One photo was weird…

There’s the bride, happy and smiling, there’s the groom, prideful and caring and…

Two weird shadows behind him…

Jack frowned and went to his laptop, searching for the picture. Maybe his printer glitches? Or was it something with his Photoshop? Or someone was walking and their shadows ended up on the photo?

Those shadows were on almost each picture. Sometimes near the groom, sometimes somewhere in the corner, sometimes among other guests… It was impossible to make out the faces or anything, really. Just two, semi transparent figures…

«What the…» Jack searched for the, at least, one photo without them, as suddenly a hand landed on his shoulder.

With a squeak, Jack turned around, but no one was here.

«Just let us be,» a soft voice ran through his mind, what made Jack’s heart run wild. «We want to be on the pictures with our brother.»

Jack finished his work early that day, refusing to do anything after that. As he handed the printed photos to the groom, he expected concern or at least some reaction. But when Mr. Seavers simply smiled… Jack never ran for his car so fast before…

[racoon-under-the-bridge]

Rocktiz "Rocky" Swon and Ryland Grace met at the college party, where suddenly someone mentioned scientifically questionable theory. And they both jumped in to argue about it, both drunk off their asses, both too short tempered and too hot minded to be careful with their words and emotions. Their argument quickly escalates, confusing people around, because half of the words they say are terms and researchers’ names. They are too prideful to step back and too eager to remember as much counterarguments as possible. However, soon their words turned personal, anger flared and now they were actively yelling at one another.

Cut to the Adrian and Colt, that were chilling outside the building, smoking and chatting lazily. And then something heavy fell behind them with a loud curse and yell. The turned around to see…

Ryland in the dumpster.

They raised their heads up to see…

Angry Rocky with red face.

After that both Adrian and Colt can’t understand how these two turned out to be the best of friends.