#celticmess

you are evil and it’s a delight.

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Searching the entire warehouse by himself wasn’t easy, and it was a lot more time consuming than Jonathan would have liked. At least the place was old and dusty, so he was able to write off a few shadowy corners thanks to the lack of footprints, but that still left the rest of the corners.

Nate, it turns out, wasn’t in a corner at all.

Jonathan moved quickly and quietly across an open floor, machete grasp comfortably in his hand, ready for anything. The pistol he’d been talking into bringing by his new partner was kept in his waistband, where it couldn’t hurt anyway. It was no secret Jonathan hated the things, he had very little experience in them anyway, and greatly preferred his familiar machete.

That, he had had plenty of experience with.

His ears were strained, and the exercsion had helped the thundering of his pulse in his ears to quiet down a little. Good thing, too, or else he never would have heard the rather distinct sound of a sole scraping across rusty metal.

He paused, listening. The sound only happened once, but it was enough for a hunter used to tracking a monster without hearing anything to locate the source. It was an elevator well, tucked quite literally into the wall, with a heavy collapsible gate stretched across it. Jonathan peered closer, and saw fabric.

“Nate!” he hissed, looking around once more, and then backing up a step and surveying the elevator door. A big shiny chain and padlock secured it to the building’s very frame.

Inside, Nate grunted, his shoes scraping again.

“Hang on, Nate,” Jonathan cried, digging for his lock-picking kit and hoping it would fit the gigantic lock. “I’m going to get you out. It’s kind of James Bond, right? Strapped to an old elevator?”

And he was right. Nate was mostly concealed within shadows, but Jonathan could see that he was sitting up, coarse ropes tied around his arms and wrists and to the bottom of the elevator that hung precariously overhead. If it lifted, it could take Nate with it. If it fell...

“Jojo,” Nate grunted again, shifting loudly on the rusty, gravel covered floor.

“There’s a lock,” Jonathan replied, “a big one, over the chain. I’m trying to pick it - just stay calm, I’ll get you out of here!”

“Jojo,” Nate said again, straining to pull heavy, numb legs underneath him a little more.

“It’s just a lock, right? I’ve picked dozens of them, right? No big challenge! Nothing worth standing between me and my partner!”

“Jonathan!” Nate barked, and the younger hunter looked up at him quickly.

“Yeah?”

“Shoot. It.” the other grunted.

“Oh. OH!” Jonathan moved away quickly, drew his pistol, took careful aim, and fired. The lock fell away, and he heard Nate groan over the ringing in his own ears.

“Just like in the movies!” Jonathan cheered, unwrapping the chain and shoving the door open. Nate’s face, dusty with dirt, was sweat drenched and pinched, his hands flexing minutely as he strained to lessen the pull on them. The rope was digging into his skin, stretched and rubbing at it. At least it seems he hadn’t been struggling, that probably would have made things worse.

Although they didn’t seem like they could get much freaking worse the way Nate cried out when the ropes were sawed through with Jonathan’s machete and his arms dropped.

“Easy, easy,” the younger said, lowering Nate to his back and trying to keep his arms from falling and tearing at his stiff shoulders. Once Nate was down, he quickly worked at removing the rest of the rope, which was coiled like a snake in all different directions at once. He babbled as he worked.

“Jonny,” Nate rasped, Jonathan’s nervous chatter ending to glance down at him quickly.

“Yeah?”

Something glimmered in his partner’s dark eyes, something deep in the bottomless pools, and it made Jonathan’s stomach lurch.

“Hey,” he smiled, gently setting on hand on Nate’s chest, where he wouldn’t touch any throbbing muscles. Nate was hot, probably a little too much so, but it felt as if he leaned into the touch, if that was even possible from his position. Jonathan smiled more. “We’re partners, right? I’ll always come for you.”

Nate smirked.

“We’re not even dating yet.”

3: Any fictional characters you identify with/relate to?

Honestly, Sam Winchester is one that's coming to mind. I'm not in the fandom any more but that's a character that's always kinda stuck me be because of the whole smart thing, loyal almost to a fault, pretty self-depreciating and loathing at points especially in the later seasons, and the whole incredibly strained relationship with his father thing was something that always hit home for me.

Another one that probably comes as no surprise to anyone: Annabeth Chase from the Riordan verse (cause she makes appearances in PJO, HoO, and spoilers: Magnus Chase and probably Trials of Apollo if we're being tbh). And it's for some of the same reasons as Sam: being smart, the strained relationship with her father (which gets better for her if memory serves me correctly; and ain't the case for me, but that's not the point), being insanely independent and just looking to build a bit of stability that she's kinda never had.

and I blame @oddsxnxends for really kinda cementing this one for me, Charlie from Hazbin Hotel. I do tend to see the good in people that may not always be there, can be pretty optimistic to a fault, and definitely want to please others (as seen in the scene where she makes a phone call to her mom I believe it is? I'll come back and change it if I'm wrong LOL). Not to mention it's almost like she's kinda naieve and a "fixer" of sorts, to where it's like you'll do anything in your power and even push yourself even further beyond past your limits. And there's the whole really sweet and kind and bubbly until you push her to her limit and she'll snap aspect.

Then again, as more comes out for Hazbin, then I could be 100% wrong on my analysis from what I've picked up thus far from Charlie.

Annnnd last but not least Evelyn as portrayed/played by the amazing Anna Prosser in DCA. Again, Evelyn's kinda in the same vein as Charlie (in my opinion) the endless and to others annoying af optimism but if you push her, she can definitely push back hard. She's definitely oblivious at times and I'd argue serves as a hype-woman for the team. Based on the comments from the DCA viewers, people kinda feel that she's "too much," which is something that reaally hits home for me seeing as I've actually had people say that about me as well. And of course the totally obvious crush on Paultin is a bonus LOL.

it just so happens that I am.

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Detroit wasn’t the cleanest city, especially at night. There were certain parts of the town that certain people didn’t go to at certain times, for different and usually sinister reasons, and this is exactly where and when Jonathan Indovino and Nate, his Android partner, were headed.

Coats hugged close and collars pulled high, both men made their way through the chilly, rain-soaked streets towards an address that Nate’s internal map identified as a laundry mat.

Or a petting zoo. That system was still on the fritz quite a bit, it seemed. He logged that note for later.

They pressed onward, Nate keeping his head down but peripheral vision high, identifying every person - or the occasional Android - that they had the misfortune of sharing the street with. His LED was constantly pulsating yellow, and occasionally would blink red, something he could feel Jonathan keeping a careful watch on.

Too much stress often made his already ailing systems worse, but he wasn’t going to let Jonathan go investigate a holed up Deviant alone, that was just flirting with homicide.

Jonathan stopped first, sharp green eyes turned upwards to survey the drab, dark building they stood before. The windows were covered with old, sagging cardboard and faded tape, and let almost none of the hot, neon light from the rest of the street inside.

“I can’t see anything,” he muttered. “It’s too dark. How about you?”

Nate stepped beside him and peeked through the makeshift shutters as well, his peripheral scanning the interior.

“The bottom floor appears to be vacated,” he reported, dark eyes scanning the shadows only his vision could penetrate. “There’s one door in the back, it might lead upstairs.”

“Upstairs, good,” sighed the other, adjusting his gloves. It wasn’t cold, but Jonathan was a stickler for protection. “Can you open the door?”

Nate turned to it, his LED blinking rapidly as he focussed, but his systems glitched and the lock evaded him. His face pinched in frustration, he inched backwards, head falling.

“Hey, it’s no big deal,” Jonathan smiled, touching his shoulder. Nate’s gaze flickered up to him as the taller shrugged almost coyly. “I’ll just do it the old fashioned way.”

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Something I hope to do within the next year or two....

-Get my BA (which I think I'll be able to do within the next year or so)

-Go to my first concert (which as of right now is supposed to be in March unless something drastic happens again)

Becca:

What? Us sick of you wonderful people reaching out to us, fangirling about what we’ve been obsessively pouring nearly 6 months of our lives into?? Unheard of! Welcome, friend! Thanks for hopping aboard this crazy ride :)

Caroline: