another handful of sloppier discover-a-bugs they’re good as warmups since they’re quick and dont require a lot of concentration to make but still get my doodle hand in motion. i tend to start drawing better the longer i’ve been going on one stretch? so
“Golden Rule. Bugs must always be provoked. In every film, someone must have designs upon his person: gastronomic, as a trophy, as a good-luck piece (rabbit’s foot, which makes as much sense as a rabbit carrying a human foot on a key chain), as an unwilling participant in a scientific experiment (laboratory rabbit or outer-space creature). Without such threats, Bugs is far too capable a rabbit to evoke the necessary sympathy.
“From Hair-Raising Hare (May 1946) on, I did not have to ask for whom the rabbit toiled, he toiled for me. I no longer drew pictures of Bugs; I drew Bugs. I timed Bugs. I knew Bugs, because what Bugs aspired to, I too aspired to. Aside from a few stumbles, Bugs and I were always at ease with one another.”
Well, Nate Silver is giving Trump 57% odds of winning in November. Whatever you think of that prediction (whether it’s too early or too subject to change), it never hurts to make some preparations if you can. Even if Trump doesn’t get us nuked, or start a Gestapo, there’s still a number of situations in which a bug-out bag might be useful.
The bug-out bag, or 72-hour-bag, is a bag of prepared supplies and equipment intended to help the carrier survive through an emergency in the short-term. It may often include items useful long past seventy-two hours–indeed, mine includes almost nothing but. Some items are on the expensive side (a Geiger counter, for example, can run you up a few hundred bucks), but many are relatively cheap, and indeed may be a worthwhile purchase even before an apocalypse. Remember: you can only prepare BEFORE the bomb drops.
The bag itself is not the only level of preparation. I’ve found it helpful to categorize my equipment based on three “layers” of preparedness and carry: the pocket layer, backpack layer, and car bag layer. This will help organize not just by importance and immediacy, but by what you can carry versus what can be left behind.
The pocket layer, sometimes referred to as “Every Day Carry”, is the list of items you cannot survive without and that you can carry easily on your person. They are the items available to you with zero warning time, because they’re already in your pockets. A smartphone, wallet with cash, lockpick set, knife (or knives), key ring, and (depending on local laws and your level of comfort) a concealed-carry firearm will fall within this layer. All of these items are useful or necessary in the immediate short-term, and should not be “done without”.
The backpack layer can also fall under “every day carry”, especially if you are a student or office worker. These are the items you can’t fit on your person, but can carry in a small backpack or briefcase. This is a highly versatile set, but I always carry a laptop, chargers and an external phone battery, a pocket reference book, a pair of gloves and a shemagh, a small first-aid kit, a notepad, a roll of tape, some parachute cord, and my Epipen. If you want, this can be expanded to include a flashlight or glowsticks, maps and compass, a dust mask, binoculars, snare wire, condoms and Maxi pads, or similar small items.
Finally is the car bag. This is stuff that you can really only carry around in a car or truck, stuff that would be impractical to schlep around on foot. This would include tool kits, entrenching tools, sleeping bag, survival rations, long guns, ammunition, clothing and tactical wear, flares,
a personal-hygiene or shaving kit, a camping cook set, a large trauma kit, and stocks of water and fuel. This should be kept in a duffel bag, in the trunk of your car or near the entrance to a home fallout shelter, able to be moved on foot a short distance to shelter for longer-term survival.
If you want a “starter kit” as to what you might find useful, take a look at my Amazon wishlist,which is pretty much entirely survival equipment at this point. Of course, this is by no means an exhaustive list; there’s plenty of things that aren’t on that list because they can be more easily gathered elsewhere (like a hygiene kit) or because I already own them (like a sleeping bag). I’ll post my own kit later.
A Wild Hare (1940) debuted on this day in 1940. Directed by Tex Avery, who would later go onto create Red Hot Riding Hood (1943) and the character Droopy Dog, A Wild Hare marks the debut of Bugs Bunny as we know him today, even though previous appearances of a ‘proto-type’ Bugs Bunny called ‘Happy Rabbit’ had first appeared as early as 1937, in a cartoon called Porky’s Hare Hunt. Earlier versions of the wascally wabbit appeared in shorts such as Hare-Um Scare-Um (1939) and Elmer’s Candid Camera (1940).
No More Heroes: A Miraculous Fan Fiction Chapter 14
been three years since Papillion’s defeat, Paris is on the road to
recovery. One year after Ladybug and
Chat Noir disappeared, the magic holding his victims’ memories in place broke.
The LadyBlog is used to help those victims deal with the memories.
has been more affected by this than Alix Kubdel. Her memories haunt all of her waking
moments. Amongst those memories, she
alone knows the identity of Chat Noir.
Agreste leaves to find his missing wife, leaving Adrien to run the
company. Marinette has taken on an
internship, but it’s with his company’s largest rival. While reconnecting with Alya, she learns of
the horrors Akuma victims are dealing with and resolves to help them. She just has to do it without revealing her
Adrien felt an odd sense
of dread. It started just after he
dropped off Marinette. An odd itch under
the surface of his skin. Initially, he
brushed it off as excitement. By
lunchtime it had grown into general unease.
Resulting in him being little more than physically present in the
afternoon meeting. At the moment, he
stood in his office, arms crossed over his chest, hands rubbing up and down his
“If you are feeling chilled, might I suggest adjusting
The fact he hadn’t heard Nathalie approach put him more
on edge. He shook his head as he turned
to acknowledge her.
“Not cold, just thinking.” His voice was low and carried a great weight.
Nathalie stepped closer and held out a folder.
“I noticed you doing a lot of thinking during the meeting
and took the liberty of making this for you.
It’s the minutes, plus the more relevant information that was
presented.” She pushed the file closer,
indicating he should take it.
relaxed his stance and dropped his arms as he accepted the folder. Her hand lingered a moment before releasing
it to him completely.
“I don’t presume to know everything going on with you.” Nathalie began. “My only guess is that it’s more than anyone
your age should be worried about.”
Adrien gave her a halfhearted smile.
“It’s nothing, I’m just meeting up with a friend I
haven’t seen in a long time. I’m
excited, but I’ve had a weird feeling ever since we decided on a time and
place. With everything else going on in
my life, I’m just not sure why this
is giving me a mild anxiety attack.” He
rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand.
Nathalie gave a small, almost knowing smile.
“You feel guilty, Adrien.”
“Guilty?” Now, he
really was confused. “Why guilty?”
“You tend to hold yourself to a higher standard than that
of your peers.” She explained. “While most people your age go out drinking
every night, you are negotiating international business deals. Believe me, it’s perfectly fine for you to go
out and act your age.”
“Why does it feel like you’re giving me permission?” He quirked an eyebrow with the question.
“Because it feels like you need it.” At that statement, she turned to leave. Not that there was anything else to say.
She meant well, but that wasn’t what was bothering
him. He couldn’t exactly place what it
was, but he definitely knew what it was not.
He glanced down at his watch.
There was a bit of time before his next meeting, maybe a run would
dispel some of the nervous energy.
“Thanks for all the help, Nino.” The elevator dinged as it descended past each
floor. “I’m sorry to throw off your schedule.”
Marinette had insisted on escorting him back to his
van. He could have made it on his own,
but he got the sense it gave her an excuse to be out of the office for just a
bit longer. They stood in the small
elevator making polite conversation.
“That woman at the desk,” Nino looked at the ceiling as
he spoke, “is she the one that sent you on that crazy errand?”
An annoyed looked passed over Marinette’s face. She took a deep breath and chose her words
paused as they stepped off the elevator and out into the lobby. “I don’t know if I did something to get on her bad side, or if she’s like that with
everyone. At least she speaks to me. No one
else has even said a word to me outside of their lunch order.”
“I thought you were supposed to be gaining job
experience.” He observed.
“If my parents ever decide to add a delivery option to
the bakery, I’ll be fully prepared.”
Nino took it as a good sign that she was able to make
light of the situation, but could also see the toll it was taking on her. Though her eyes still sparkled, they weren’t
the same as he remembered from when she was younger. Seeing that spark dimmed in the slightest was
unacceptable to him and it made him feel a deep sympathy for his friend.
As they exited the building, Marinette stopped short, as
if a thought had just hit her. She
reached out and grabbed Nino’s arm.
“You can’t tell Adrien about this. He’s been dealing with a lot and I don’t want
to add this to his list of worries.”
“As close as the two of you are, I’m sure he knows.” Nino smiled down at her and she dropped his
arm. “I’m not going to pretend I didn’t run into you today, but I can leave out
some of the details.”
“Thanks.” She put
on a fake smile. “Tomorrow will be a
week down, only thirteen more to go.
Knowing it has a set time to end always makes it easier to deal with.”
“That’s quite possibly the least optimistic thing I’ve
ever heard you say.” They continued
walking toward the van. “Don’t let this
place get you down. Promise me you’ll
leave before it gets under your skin.”
“I’ll add you to the growing list of people concerned
with my well-being.” When they reached
the van she surprised him by gripping in a tight hug. He stiffened slightly, but when she pulled
away, her smile had shifted into a genuine one.
“Thanks again for being such an awesome person, Nino. You didn’t have to do any of this today.”
His eyes narrowed, adding a seriousness to his features.
“We both know Alya would kill me if I didn’t.” They shared a friendly chuckle and Marinette
made her way back into the office building.
As she disappeared through the lobby doors, Nino wasn’t
sure what to think about the day’s events.
He had learned one very important fact:
If Marinette was the mystery poster, she hadn’t done it as a joke. That being said, Adrien was still a possible
suspect. One way or another, Nino was
putting this to rest tonight.
Adrien stood outside of the club designated for the
evening meetup. His run earlier had done
little to dispel the nagging energy that was following him around. In fact, it had done just the opposite. When he made it back to the office, he was
almost late for a conference call. Sweaty
and a bit disheveled, he had little time to make himself presentable.
When the call had finished, his sweat-moistened clothes
had dried and left him feeling gross. He
intended to grab a spare suit from his office, but found only a pair of dark
blue relaxed-fit jeans and a black V-neck tee.
These were kept on hand for more casual interviews and media
appearances. It would work out for the
evening, but forced him to finish the day in his sweat-encrusted garments.
Nino spotted Adrien right away. Despite all the time spent in front of a
camera, the guy was painfully awkward when left to his own devices. Standing out on the sidewalk, rubbing his
arms as if he were chilled, Nino chalked the action up to nervousness. While he had seen Adrien on numerous media
sources, they were always business related or gossip rags attempting to break
into his private life. Not once could he
remember a story about the guy hanging out anywhere, much less a club.
raised a hand in greeting while approaching.
“Long time, no see.”
“Too long.” Adrien
dropped his left arm to his side, but kept a grip on the upper portion with his
right. When Nino came within proper
distance, they gave each other a handshake and pulled in for a friendly pat on
“You ready to head in?”
Nino pointed to the entrance with his thumb.
put on a smile, but his nerves were present in his eyes. They approached the door and Nino greeted the
bouncer with a series of handshakes. The
two finished with a fist-bump.
“How’s it going, Bruce?”
Nino addressed the large man.
“Slow, you know how industry night is.” Bruce’s navy suit appeared stretched to its
limit over his bulky muscles. Edges of
tattoos were visible around his neck and wrist.
“Also means the VIP room is all yours, just clean up when you’re done.”
Nino gave Bruce a final handshake and called to Adrien. “This way.”
Bruce took in Adrien as he walked past. They were the same height, but Bruce had at
least a hundred pounds on the former model.
For some reason, Adrien knew he could take him. It wasn’t a thought he expected to have. The man hadn’t even threatened him in any
way. Before he could dwell on it, Nino
grabbed his wrist and pulled him through the darkened doorway.
“I spin here pretty regularly.” Nino explained as they walked down a
black-lit hallway coved with plush curtains.
The blue violet glow picked up every stray piece of dust and paper that
had made its home on the walls and carpet.
The dull thud of baselines could be felt, but the sound was tapered by
the door shutting the hall off from the main club.
Adrien kept his eyes trained on that door. He had been very careful to never step foot
into a club. Not that he had never been
asked to make an appearance. He always
turned them down. It would be free
advertising for the establishment that may not reflect well on the family
business. The fact he agreed to meet
Nino at one should speak volumes for how bad Adrien felt about not staying in
touch. He was so focused on the door; he
didn’t see Nino disappear behind one of the curtains. It was quite the shock when hands shot out of
the nowhere and pulled him through the wall.
“Dude.” Nino let
go of Adrien’s shoulders to re-adjust the curtains. “It’s cool, private entrance.”
Adrien took a few deep breaths and looked around. There wasn’t much room where they stood, but
opposite the curtained entrance were stairs leading up into an unseen
area. Nino took point once again, and he
took up the rear.
The top of the stairs emptied out into a large open
space. Unlike the rest of the club, this
room had decent enough lighting that Adrien could make out the details of his
surroundings. The floor was a light wood
brought to a high polish. More thick
purple curtains hung against the walls.
A small stage and several couches were scattered throughout the room. A bar was set up on the far wall.
“This place is reserved for private parties and VIP
guests.” Nino explained. “I know it isn’t the fanciest place in town,
but it is the only place I have some
pull. Figured it was better than meeting
up somewhere more public.”
They started walking towards the bar.
“Thanks.” Adrien relaxed at the considerations of his
former best friend. “It’s been a rough
day. I really appreciate it.”
“Yeah, rough days seem to be going around.” Nino commented as sidled behind the bar. “What can I get for you?”
“Is there club soda and lime back there?” Adrien sat down at the bar and began
arranging the napkins, plastic stirrers, and condiment bottles that sat up on
“Yeah, what do you want mixed with that?” Nino grabbed a lime from the mini-fridge that
sat under the counter. He picked up a
blue bar rag and threw it over his shoulder.
shrugged and released a small smile. Nino
grabbed another rag and threw it in Adrien’s face. They shared a friendly laugh and Nino picked
up a paring knife to slice the lime.
“You mentioned rough days going around.” Adrien watched as Nino set up a couple of
highballs and filled them with ice. Half
a lime was squeezed into each glass, then dropped in on top of the ice. He grabbed the hose that hung off of the
counter and hit the button for club soda, topping off each glass. He kept one for himself and handed the other
off to Adrien.
Nino walked back around, took up the closest empty stool,
and raised his glass.
clinked their glasses together.
responded. They each took a swallow and
put down their glasses. “Now, about those bad days. Unless you’d like to start catching up from
another point in time.”
Nino stopped a moment to think, took in a deep breath and
let out a thoughtful sigh. He looked
into his glass and swirled the liquid with a slight movement of his wrist.
“I don’t know how the girls did it.” He let out a chuckle laced in
frustration. “They just picked up from
where they left off, and here we are like it’s some awkward first date.”
“I’m mad at myself for being out of touch.” Adrien was picking up all of the items on the
counter and arranging them in various configurations. “I abandoned my best friend.”
“What?” Nino was
confused. “You didn’t abandon me, I
abandoned you. I knew you were going
through something major. At first, I was
just giving you space, then things went south.
By the time I got myself back together, you were going around doing the
whole rich and famous thing. It didn’t
feel right trying to just jump back into your life.”
“I should have made the effort.” Adrien argued. Neither one would look at the other.
“Dude, I know how you are when it comes to the social
stuff. The blame is all on me.” Nino went back to starring into his
drink. He looked up when he caught sight
of a hand in his peripheral vision and followed it up to a halfcocked grin.
“Hi, I’m Adrien.”
Nino reached out and playfully punched him in the
“Ok, smartass.” It
felt like a weight had been lifted off of his back.
agreed. “The bad day I was talking about
wasn’t mine, by the way.”
“Really? Whose was
it?” Adrien picked up a cocktail napkin
and placed it under his drink to absorb the condensation that had begun to form
and run down the side of his glass.
“Believe it or not, Marinette.”
Adrien’s voice took on a panicked tone and he scrambled to pull his
phone from his pocket. “Do I need to
call her? Should I….”
Nino grabbed his shoulder to calm him.
“She’s fine. Just
one of those ‘Send the intern on a crazy task’ situations.” He explained.
“I happened to be in the area and was able to help out.”
“Oh, you mean all the food and coffee runs.” Adrien was visibly relieved. “Yeah, I warned her about that. She simply refuses to come work at my company,
I understand her reasons, but I don’t really see her benefitting from that
hackneyed design house.”
had to do several interships for her degree.
It was those stupid errands that prompted her to finally get the
Vespa.” Nino reached for his drink and
brought it up to take a sip.
“So, you think a scooter would help her out?” The gears moving in Adrien’s brain almost
made a physical noise.
“It would save her time getting across town.” Nino confirmed. “Is she properly licensed to drive one?”
“Yes. I had one in
Uni. We both would drive it to and from,
depending on our schedule. I started
driving the car when the press started getting too obtrusive. I honestly don’t know what happened to that
thing. It never occurred to me she might
want it.” Adrien tapped his chin
“Now that we’ve hashed all that out, let’s order some
food.” Nino grabbed a slip of laminated
paper from behind the bar and presented it to Adrien. “I know you’re probably
used to much fancier stuff, but I recommend the steak frites.”
“Now you’re starting to sound like Adrien.” Marinette glared at her friend. “Honestly, my parent’s didn’t give me as much
flak about this as the two of you.” The
two of them were setting up and arranging folding chairs in Alya’s living
“That neighborhood is super sketch.” Alya argued.
“My guess is your parents were hoping Adrien could talk you out of it.”
This made Marinette pause for a moment. She’d never even thought about that
possibility. Leave it to her parents to
realize the more they opposed something, the more she would fight against
“If I told you I’d at least think about it; could we drop
this conversation?” Marinette cocked her
head and looked her friend in the eye.
“Only if you mean that sincerely.” Alya sassed back. “Thanks for helping me set up for tomorrow’s
meeting, by the way.”
“I didn’t realize you held some of the group meetings in
“Every Friday night.
It’s an open forum for anyone that wants to talk. Sometimes it’s all anyone needs.” Alya scanned around the room to make sure
everything was in place. “It also
establishes this as a help center for victims, government pays the rent and I
have a roof over my head. Otherwise, I’d
still be living with my parents, and I don’t think they would appreciate the
“You and Adrien are welcome to attend.” She paused to adjust the distance between a
few of the chairs. “People show up that
were never directly possessed, Pharaoh’s mummies, D’Argentcourt’s knights, and
Jackady’s army. Same as you, some of
them multiple times.”
It took Marinette a moment to register the “same as you”
part. She hadn’t had to keep track of
her Ladybug cover stories in so long, she had almost forgotten what it was she
had told Alya.
“Or like you with Dark Cupid?” Marinette deflected the focus of the
statement. Alya nodded at her in
response. “Adrien and I are having
dinner with my parents this week. Maybe next
“Even if you can’t make a meeting, I’m always available
to talk, for you or Adrien.”
The knowing look she sent caused a cold shiver to work
its way up Marinette’s spine. There were
so many things she had always wanted to tell her friend. Even now, after their period of estrangement. She did the only thing she could and gave
Alya a grateful smile.
phone in Marinette’s pocket buzzed.
“Speak of the devil.”
Alya stepped into the kitchen to give her some privacy.
“How’s it going?” Marinette picked up.
“Just finished, it went great. I’m heading over to pick you up.” Adrien
“You didn’t have to call to tell me that.” She chided sweetly.
“I just wanted to hear your voice. See you soon, My Lady.”
“You too, Chaton.” She whispered the nickname as she hung
up. The walls could still have ears, and
she was not in the mood to explain their private nicknames for each other.
“I’m surprised it took him this long to call you.” Alya leaned against the doorway, watching her
friend. “It’s really cute that you still
blush like that from just a short phone call.”
“What about you and Nino?” Marinette shot back playfully. “He doesn’t call just to say hello?”
“Nino and I have a perfectly healthy relationship.” Alya took on a crossed her arms in mock
defense. “You and Golden Boy, however,
are so sweet I’m surprised you both have all your teeth.”
“Speaking of sweet, I believe I was promised ice cream in
exchange for setting up tonight.”
“I believe you were.”
Alya tapped her lip. “Too bad the
only kind I have is spumoni.”
“Only kind? More
like best kind.” Marinette followed Alya
into the kitchen.
Adrien hadn’t expected to be on the receiving
end of a sloppy kiss when Alya’s door opened.
Marinette had been on the other side and practically jumped into his
arms. Her lips were surprisingly cold
and tasted faintly of something sweet. Maraschino
cherry was the strongest flavor he could place.
When she pulled away, he was smiling dopily.
“What was that about?”
He asked. “Not that I’m
“Just showing how sickeningly sweet we really can
be.” Marinette stepped back inside to
allow him through the door, then closed it behind him. “I’m going to head to
the bathroom, then we can go.” she
excused herself and stepped down the hall.
“Hey, Alya” Adrien nodded as he stepped into the kitchen.
“Hey yourself, Charming.
How was the man-date?” She shot
him a smug look.
“I think we’re both going to be better about staying in
contact.” He rubbed the back of his neck
nervously. “Can I ask you a question?”
“Has Marinette mentioned anything bad going on at her
internship?” He asked.
“You mean besides her new found intimacy with the menus
at all the local cafés?” Alya thought
for a moment. “Not that I can think of,
just the usual intern BS. Why?”
“Nothing, I try to give her the freedom she needs in this
area, but I get the feeling she’s not telling me everything.” He shrugged.
“Almost like she’s trying to protect me from something.”
“You’re a busy guy, and she’s a big girl.” She chewed her lip a moment. “This is going to sound like I’m putting my
nose where it doesn’t belong, but I’ve seen where her apartment is. I think you should focus more on getting her
to move. You live in a mansion, I’m sure
there’s enough space somewhere.”
“I’ve been against that place since she told me she was
moving in there.” He somberly
agreed. “Your living room is bigger than
the entire floorplan, and the shower sits so low I haven’t bathed decently in
“Don’t tell me you
moved in there.” Her eyes were wide and mouth slightly open in
“Officially, it’s only been a few days, but I’ve spent
most of my free time there anyway.” He
sighed. “Sometimes she can be really
“Well, I’m on your team with this one.” Alya agreed.
“Let me know if there’s anything I can do to help.”
“Help with what?”
Marinette emerged from the hallway.
“I was just giving Adrien the same invite to the weekly
group meeting I gave you earlier.” Alya
shot Adrien the “Go with it” look.
“I’ll see if I can fit it into my schedule.” He hoped that was the right answer.
“Well, we have to get going.” Marinette said. “Early mornings all around.” Adrien grabbed her hand and they both made
their way out the door.
“See you soon!”
Alya called out as she closed the door behind them.
She started cleaning up after her visitor when the tone
for a video call filled the air. She
grabbed the phone and walked into the bedroom.
Nino’s face popped up on the screen.
“Are you alone?”
“Is that a threat or an invitation?” She responded in a sultry tone.
“I’m going to guess that tone means you are.” He smiled at her. “This is about Adrien.”
“I thought everything went well.” Her brows furrowed in concern, and she took a
seat on the bed.
“It did, but I was kind of in recon mode and noticed a
few things.” His tone was serious.
“The biggest thing was how nervous he was the entire
time. I would almost say fidgety. Which kind of leads into the touching
thing.” Nino took a moment, trying to
figure out how to explain it.
“He got a little too hands-y with you?” She wasn’t quite sure what he could have been
“No,” Nino shook his head, “It was more like everything
had to be arranged just right. If he
wasn’t moving stuff, he kept reaching for his phone, wanting to call or text
Marinette. I would have thought it was
him still being head over heels for her, but I’ve seen behavior like this
“Your dad….” She
“Yeah.” He agreed. “He’s a recovering alcoholic, and I took him
to a bar.”
“Nino, I had no idea, Marinette never said anything.”
“Neither did he, I kind of put it all together after the
fact. We had access to a full bar and he
only drank club sodas with lime. So, he made
it through like a champ. Marinette must
be a part of his network, and I kept him from contacting her in a situation
like that. I feel like such a jerk.”
“At this point, you’re just speculating.” She tried to reassure him.
“We’ve seen it before; he wouldn’t be the first person to
deal with their problems at the bottom of a bottle. Look at Ivan.” Nino pointed out.
“Yeah, but he’s never quite grasped the recovery
part. Not that I blame him.” Alya commented.
“Even so, my dad did make it that far. I’ve seen him do some of the same stuff,
especially in the first couple of years.
People think you just quit, and that’s it. I watched him deal with triggers and
self-coping. Once you’ve seen it, it’s easier to spot in
other people.” Stress was evident in his
“Let’s not jump to conclusions.” Alya attempted to calm him down. “This might
be something they want to keep private.
If it were something as big as that, I’m sure he would have said
“If it isn’t that, something still isn’t right. I know he’s always been a little awkward, but
this is on a whole other level.” Nino
took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
“Well, there’s nothing to be done about it,
tonight.” She pointed out. “I say we sleep on it. After that, we tread carefully.”
“Ok, but sleeping is happening later. I have a big gig that’s running pretty late
tomorrow. I need to get back on my
weekend cycle. I’m staying up tonight,
then sleeping all day tomorrow. So good
luck with the meeting. You’re welcome to
come watch me after it lets out.”
“I’ll think on it.” Alya said. “Break a leg at the gig tomorrow.”
In her top five of things she doesn’t believe in, Emma Swan finds herself, true love, and magic battling for first place. When she stumbles into another world where magic is the rule and meets Captain Hook, a man driven by revenge, she will have to reconsider her classement. Slightly inspired by Outlander.
Note: A quick thank you to @mermaidswans my beta reader, @iknowhowyoukisslassfor giving me her impressions and anyone who has suffered through my babblings about this.
Disclaimer: If you are uncomfortable with the mention of rape (it will be slightly alluded, but in no way described and nobody will get raped) you might want to skip the parts surrounded by a “¤”. After it, you are safe.
“Now I know that there can also be violence in silence and that it’s sometimes invisible to the naked eye. There’s violence in the time that conceals wounds, the relentless succession of days, the impossibility of turning back the clock. Violence is what escapes us. It’s silent and hidden. Violence is what remains inexplicable, what stays forever opaque…” ― Delphine de Vigan, No and Me
July the 2nd, 11:30pm, 1788.
In the 27 years of her existence, Emma Swan has had to save her ass multiple times.
Therefore, when three drunk pirates take a step into the kitchen, she grabs the knife under her skirt and threatens them with it.
Adrenaline turns her fear into bravery and keeps her from paying attention to the fact that in no way will she be able to beat them alone.
“Oh come on lass, you’ll just have to open your legs.” His voice is the most disgusting sound she has heard of her life.
“Get the fuck out of here,” she hisses, confident.
So far from her actual mindset, from the panic rising in her chest and menacing to take her over.
“Have you heard her Rogers?” a grass chuckle, “she’s on our bloody ship and she’s the one telling us to go to hell.”
If Captain Hook was far from the cliché pirate she had in mind, those ones were fitting each aspects: stomach full with beer, not that much hair on their scalp, clothes smelling from a meter away, lubric glimmer in their eyes.
“If you think I’m not going to stab you, you’re wrong,” she threatens again, and she’s impressed by the certain tone of her voice.
She’d fool herself, mind you.
One second. She holds back her breath as they stand still, seem to consider her.