#+i wanted to do something with shiver being voted best leader

[ghostie-gengar]

concept for deep cut in side order. my idea is that they got sucked into the world somehow. they're in a hazy sort of mindset, and act quite formally compared to how unhinged they are in rotm- something about the world of side order is getting to them

they act as bosses, with their fights being the same as they are in rotm, though slightly more challenging and maybe with an added gimmick (kinda like how the octarmaments were in octo expansion)

they...don't seem to get along very well. shiver acts as the leader, but everyone hates it (including shiver). however, none of them feel the drive to change anything. things are secure and stable this way, so why bother? all of them may be at their limits, though

[squid-ink-symphony]

Why YOU should vote for Shiver!

I know, i know. You are probably already decided on Frye or Big Man for this Splatfest. I don't blame you. All the members of Deep Cut are deeply loveable and would all make equally useless leaders. But i'm going to try and convince any of you that might be on the fence. And of course this is just for fun. I wish the best of luck to all three teams! I love all members of Deep Cut near equally and if this were a popularity contest i would be STRUGGLING. But luckily we have a concrete question to answer here!

Reason One:

She already sort of is the leader? She opens and closes the Anarchy Splatcast, is the one to announce Splatfests, and seems to be the one setting the tone for most of their broadcasts. So in a way you could argue she is already naturally fulfilling the role of a leader in Deep Cut. She serves as a stable(ish) point that both Big Man and Frye can bounce off of for conversations and jokes. In story mode you could argue Frye is more of a leader, but when it comes to the Splatcast Shiver is leading. So, the fact that Shiver DOESN'T step in and try to be in the spotlight and lets Frye take the lead shows that she knows how to let others be in charge when they are better suited to be.

Reason Two:

She has the least cons when it comes to her being in charge. This is a bit of a personal preference, but to me she seems like she has the least flaws when it comes to specifically leadership qualities. (She is still.... quite flawed...) Let's face it. Big Man is too much of a softie to be a leader. He would be VERY easily swayed by others. This is evident in his dialogue during his story mode rematch. "Ayy... (Still not a big fan of fighting, but...) Aaay! (The other two will yell at me if I run away!)" <direct quote from him. He is already easily pushed around by both Shiver and Frye. Figuratively AND literally when you take this line into account: “Ay? (Is that why you elbowed me aside when we were in line for ice cream?)” So he wouldn't even really be a leader in the end, more like a figurehead. Frye or Shiver could easily get him to do anything they wanted. Do i think they would seriously force him to do something he absolutely doesn't want to? No. But it wouldn't be that hard to convince him. He likes making people happy. As for Fyre? She's very indecisive. It's shown time and time again when she debates what splatfest team to pick, often changing her mind multiple times. She is also very spontaneous and likes to change plans up quickly. This can be helpful, but i think it would just end up with Deep Cut not having a concrete plan and instead bouncing around from project to project.

Reason 3:

inkipedia lowkey agrees with me. Ok, ok, ok. I know this is a stupid point. But all of this is quite silly already. But check out this quote from the wiki:

"Still, she appears to be the most mature member of Deep Cut, often remaining pragmatic, and composed, opposite of Frye and Big Man who tend to be more bold than Shiver. This maturity makes her a sort of leader of Deep Cut, in charge of opening and closing every Anarchy Splatcast and announcing important events like Splatfest themes and game updates."

See! At least the fans in charge of the wiki agree with me!

Reason 4:

She is the most mature. I know this is directly from the inkipedia quote above. But roll with me here. She is the most level headed and rational member of the trio. (which, admittedly, isn't saying much) But this means she can make good decisions and won't lead Deep Cut into too much trouble.

Reason 5:

It would be funny. A LOT of people are getting genuinely upset and toxic/rude about Shiver winning 4 splatfests. You know what would be funny? Making mean people even madder.

In conclusion... None of them are great choices. They do truy work better as co hosts instead of having one lead the other two. But when it comes down to it, Shiver is pretty much already leading Deep Cut. So having it be official wouldn't change their dynamic that much in the end.

Besides, we all know who should be the real leader of Deep Cut.... MARIE! I mean she is their boss.... right?

[sleeping-on-cracking-ice]

heyo your imagines are amazing and i like reading them so much. i really appreciate you for writing for Alice in borderland as there isn’t a lot of content out there~ can you please write an imagine for niragi where the reader has been at the beach for quite the time and when she gets to know niragi she somehow falls for him because she sees right through him, and that he maybe starts to develop feelings for the reader too because she’s fearless and very confident. if it’s not too much trouble, could you make it a bit suggestive as well? thank you in advance~~

Of course I can! I’m not the best at writing with suggestive themes so I’ll try my best! 😅 I’m sorry but I changed the story line a little bit for it to fit more, so I hope this is still kind of what you had in mind.

Unlovable | Suguru Niragi

{Alice In Borderland Masterlist}

Character(s): Niragi (ft. Ann, Aguni, Hatter, Mira, Chishiya, Arisu, Last Boss)

Summary: Niragi finally finds you, who loves him for who he is, well, not exactly. And he gets a bit too attached.

Warnings: toxic relationship, suggestive themes, a lot of gaslighting, obsessive themes, a little bit angsty, threatening, choking, swearing, name calling

Word Count: 3.2k

*reader is female

Author’s Note: Sorry this took a while to post. I was busy for the past couple of days so it’s kinda rushed 😣

“Y/N! Come quick!”

You jolted awake as Ann burst into your room, shaking the door frame from the force. You blinked your eyes to adjust to the light, looking at her dazed.

“What?” you murmured, sitting up and out of the comfy sheets on your bed. 

“The executives have called a meeting. They say it’s urgent,” she stressed, rushing up to the side of your bed and ripping the duvet off of you.

You shivered and sighed loudly in disappointment. “Why? It’s too early for this shit,” you whined, rolling back onto your side and closing your eyes again. These urgent emergency meetings have become ridiculous, always taking place in the morning when everyone’s still sleeping. You would gladly have quit having the higher place at The Beach if it meant for you to have some peace and quiet.

“Now!” Ann pushed again. You groaned in annoyance and got out of bed. She seemed serious, so you didn’t want to anger her more.

You both quickly made your way to the top floor where the meeting room for the executives was located. You noticed Ann’s heavy breathing and worried expression, making you anxious as to what she thinks could have happened.

Hatter had left the night before to replenish his visa, having a big celebration as he drove off with Aguni and a few more of his men. Things had been becoming more tense as time went on. It felt wrong watching Hatter drive away so reluctantly. You offered to assist him in his game, seeing as you earned yourself a high number at The Beach from clearing many difficult games yourself. But Hatter declined, insisting that he would return to The Beach safe and sound before you knew it.

But unfortunately, he was wrong.

You and Ann rushed into the large room. You saw Arisu and Chishiya standing near the end of the table placed in the middle of the room. You strolled over to them and laid eyes on the scene before you.

There, Hatter laid dead on the table. Limbs spread out lifeless, skin pale and dead. The horrific sight made you feel sick, making you cover your mouth with your hand. The scene almost felt unreal, this shouldn’t have happened. Hatter wouldn’t be dead if you just went with him.

Ann walked over to his body to examine it, but before she even had the chance to touch the bullet wound embedded in his bare chest, Niragi barged into the room with his usual cocky and obnoxious aura filling the air like a bad smell.

“Oi, don’t touch him as you please. You dissection maniac,” he growled.

Your eyes followed him closely. Now that Hatter was gone, people like him could start dangerous trouble at the hotel. But, as long as you said something about it, you would make sure Niragi wouldn’t start any fires that he’s not willing to put out himself.

After all, you were the only person who knew his true self, and how he perceived everyone around him. It was pathetic really. In a way you took pity on him. Such a simple tactic for the brain to protect itself, become a heartless and cold monster towards others so no one could ever do the same to you again.

With Niragi, unfortunately it was hunt or be hunted.

You kept your strong gaze on him as he lifted his eyes to meet yours from across the table for a hot minute. His dark orbs glistened as they locked with yours, making the tension in the room become thicker as every second passed. He smirked in your direction before turning away.

“He was shot by a gun,” Ann stated, breaking the thick silence in the room. She looked over the small hole in his chest in fascination.

“What will happen to The Beach?” a young man asked who was standing nearby you. You stayed silent, not wanting to start anything that may end in chaos. You always had good points and valid arguments, but sometimes you knew when the best time was to bring them up. This was not it.

“I mean it’s only reasonable for the strongest to become the new leader!” Niragi exclaimed over everyone. “We need someone who can take good care of The Beach and keep order,” he yapped on, swinging his sniper rifle all around making a few people flinch when he aimed it at them.

You rolled your eyes at his behaviour. Trust him to be the most opinionated.

“I say, how about Aguni as our new leader,” he suggested, leaning forwards onto the table and watching everyone like a hawk. Aguni held no reaction, keeping his usual cold stone expression while having Niragi speak for him.

After no one reacted, all looking down to the ground to avoid Niragi’s gaze, he stood up straight and pulled a bored expression. “That’s not a good reaction,” he mocked, “Last Boss?”

You glanced over to where the hooded figure stood, watching in fear as he unsheathed his katana sword and rushed over to Ann, holding the deathly sharp blade a few inches from her throat. Your heart leaped to your mouth. If he was to try anything, you were ready to start chaos.

But nothing of the sort happened. Ann simply sighed frustratingly and held up her hand obediently. Niragi hummed, approving.

“This isn’t a majority vote,” Mira hissed from next to him.

Niragi stood and leaned his face close to hers, holding the barrel of his weapon close to her face to threaten her. “But it is! Isn’t it? After all, you’re all free to vote as well.”

One by one, he slowly circled the table, each person being scared for their life the closer he got to them. But you remained calm next to Chishiya, knowing that considering the relationship you have with Niragi, he wouldn’t do anything that would hurt you. He didn’t have the guts to.

As he moved from Chishiya, he finally locked eyes with you. He quickly strolled up to your still frame, stopping suddenly very close to you in an attempt to make you feel threatened. ‘As usual,’ you thought to yourself. ‘The old “I’m taller and bigger than you so I’m stronger” stupid tactic.’

“And what about you princess? Care to raise your hand for a vote for Aguni?” he hissed into your face. You held your neutral expression, becoming bored from this act he was putting on. It was purely for show, and yet wasn’t everyone’s personality? But Niragi, his act of this scary psychotic man angered you to your core.

“What if I don’t?” you snickered, walking towards him in an attempt of intimidation. He took a step back in shock. “It’s not like you need my precious vote, you already have so many.”

Niragi’s usual cocky smirk melted from his face, turning into a frustrated scowl. You felt him put his rifle underneath your chin, forcing you to lock eyes with him. “Be careful with that tongue of yours sweetheart, you wouldn’t want to lose it,” he growled quietly.

His threat made you smirk, almost bringing butterflies into your stomach. “I think you should be more concerned about that head of yours. You wouldn’t want to get it stuck too far up your own ass.”

You flinched as you felt his rough hand shoot from his rifle to your neck, instantly tightening around your throat making you widen your eyes in surprise. You lifted your arm and gripped his wrist in case he tightened his hold anymore. The look on his face was deathly. If looks could kill, you’d be already a few years into the afterlife.

Chishiya stood beside you watching the whole scene. He knew better than to intervene, as he could tell that Niragi wouldn’t ever intentionally permanently hurt you.

Niragi held you still as he leaned down to your ear, his hot breath hitting your sensitive skin. “Shut your fucking mouth you brat. You wouldn’t want me to hurt you too much later, would you?” You cringed as you felt his tongue slide behind the back of your ear, the piercing making you shiver.

“Niragi,” you heard Aguni say, saving you from the public embarrassment of getting felt up by Niragi in front of everyone you knew. “That’s enough, I think she gets the point.”

Niragi grunted in annoyance before loosening his fist on your neck. You sucked in a huge gasp of air, coughing slightly. Chishiya placed a gentle hand on your back in a sign of care, hoping that you’re okay.

Niragi aimed his rifle lazily at Chishiya’s face. “She’s fine, don’t touch her. A little choking is nothing she can’t handle.”

Chishiya immediately took his hand off of you, being taken back by Niragi’s comment.

You stood up straight after recovering, laying your eyes back on Niragi as he continued terrorizing the executive members.

God you hated that man. You hated how much you loved him.

*************

The room was now empty, consisting of no one except for you and Ann, who was still looking over Hatter’s body for any other injuries. You watched curiously, arms crossed and eyebrows furrowed.

“Seems a bit weird, doesn’t it?” you spoke up through the silence.

“What does?” Ann answered, not bothering to look at you.

“Someone with a hundred percent winning streak dies now? Just as the tension between the militants and the others was getting to its peak?” you questioned.

Ann rolled her eyes sarcastically and turned towards you. “Took you long enough to figure out. Really? You didn’t suspect that from the start? Even after that shit-show that Niragi pulled earlier?”

You were taken back by her sudden anger. Ann never became mad at you, even if she had a legitimate reason to. You looked at her as she stared into your eyes intensely before sighing and turning back to Hatter.

“Sorry Y/N,” she apologized. “I’m just stressed. This shit is getting too heavy to handle, and now with Hatter gone and Aguni in his place, who knows what will happen to people like you, me, Mira, Chishiya and Alice. They could kill us if they want to.”

Her words hit your heart heavily. It was true. Aguni and his militants were never a particularly predictable bunch. And you weren’t exactly on all their good sides, well, except for Niragi’s.

“Sorry Ann,” you muttered out quietly. You thought it would be best to leave her alone. She obviously was quite distraught from Hatter’s death.

You shuffled out of the room, head held low in despair. Who knew what would happen to this place now? It was like a ticking time bomb only no one knew how long there was left until it exploded.

As you walked through the large door frame that led outside of the meeting room, a sudden grip on your arm brought you out of your thoughts and made you yelp. You were yanked into a hard chest, being held close and tight.

“Hey love. How are you feeling?” the person growled. You looked to see it was none other than Niragi himself. Of course it was, who else would treat you so roughly?

You stared into his ominous eyes, trying to read him. He ran his hand down your back slowly causing you to shiver. “Niragi,” you breathed out. You pushed against his broad chest to separate you. “Sorry, but I’m not in the mood right now.”

You stepped away from him and tried to escape down the hall, but he grabbed your hand before you could go anywhere. “Bullshit. You’re never in the mood. And the sass you were giving me in there in front of everyone says otherwise.” He pulled you back towards him, pushing your head onto his shoulder and nuzzling into your neck. “I didn’t like how you treated me, it made me upset.”

He was lying through his teeth, knowing that making you feel guilty for defending yourself against him would bring him more of your attention. Simple gaslighting, worked every time.

You chuckled against him then leaned back and cupped his face with your hands. He held a sad expression on his face, obviously to make you sympathetic.

“You’re such a big baby,” you laughed. “Try to act so tough and dominant in front of everyone, but look at you now. Crying into my shoulder about your feewings?” you mocked him. Niragi scowled and pulled his head out of your hands. “Shut up, as if you’re any better.”

It was true. That’s why you both clicked together. He was a gaslighting maniac who knew how to put up a fake ‘nice guy’ façade around you and you were a tough and snappy woman, who felt much too much empathy for others.

That’s how you fell into his trap. He used your empathy to his advantage, making you fall in love with him so he could have what he’d always wanted. Someone who loves him for who he is, no matter how many masks he had to put on for them.

You wrapped your arms around his shoulders, leaning up and pressing a small peck onto his lips. “Can you promise me something?” he suddenly asked after you pulled away from his face.

You grew anxious about what he wanted and nodded your head slowly in hesitation.

“When the chance comes, can we leave The Beach together? Like, run away?” he questioned, snaking his arms around your waist and squeezing tightly.

You laughed at his question, making him frown. He was being completely serious. “And go where Niragi? There’s not exactly a place we can go to.”

“Anywhere,” he answered sharply. “We could find a nice little hideout in Tokyo. Just you and me, no one else.” His grip on your waist tightened, making you flinch in his arms slightly.

He could see you tossing between answers. It wasn’t working, he had to try something else. He put on the fakest sad face he could do and pressed his forehead against yours while pouting. “Please? I promise I’ll take care of you.”

You practically melted as his begging. “Okay,” you sighed.

“Promise me,” he reminded you, running a hand through your soft hair.

There was a short moment of silence before you answered. “I promise.”

*************

You laid in your room with the sheets tossed lazily over you. Niragi was called to go talk to Aguni again before he went to sleep, so you were waiting for him.

Your eyes scanned your book quickly, wanting to finish the chapter you were on before Niragi returned. Because god forbid you having your attention on something that wasn’t him when he was around.

You glanced over at the door when you heard it creep open and Niragi stepped in, placing his sniper rifle carefully on the ground nearby and removing his boots.

“You took your time.” you teased, putting your book on the nightstand and sitting up in bed. Niragi groaned tiredly, stumbling over to your shared bed and collapsed dramatically face down onto the duvet. You giggled at him, running a soft hand though his midnight hair and pulling it out of it’s hair tie.

If he was a cat, he swore he could’ve purred at your touch. It made him feel warm and fuzzy inside. Not having physical affection for years on end does that to a person.

He sat up and crawled over to you. He grabbed your chin and pressed your lips together roughly, running his tongue across your mouth as he did so. You groaned into the kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck, making him smirk against your lips.

After a few minutes, he detached his lips from yours and started licking and sucking your sensitive skin on your jaw, slowly making his way down your neck. He felt shivers run down his spine as you gripped his shirt in your fist on his back. He loved having this power over you, and having you accept him and love him enough to not fight back.

You leaned your head back and closed your eyes, giving him more access to your neck. As you did so, he placed a hand on your lower back and pulled you towards him, forcing you to lie down on the bed with him hovering over you.

He pulled away from your neck and looked down at you, admiring your anxious expression painted across your face. He chucked. “What’s wrong baby,” he cooed, leaning down and continuing kissing your collarbones.

His voice was dripping in sweetness, so sweet it could’ve made you feel sick. It sounded fake, but you didn’t pick up on it. It was a shame. You saw Niragi as nothing but a victim of his own mind, but you weren’t able to see yourself becoming a victim of it.

“I’m just...” you mumbled out, feeling weak and vulnerable under his touch. “I’m scared Niragi.”

He pulled back again and looked into your eyes with a worried expression. “Why are you scared? It’s just me and you here angel. You’re perfectly safe,” he whispered out, stroking his knuckles down your cheek lovingly.

You knew you loved Niragi, but knowing he can change his personality in a blink of an eye unsettled you. Who knew when he would do that to you? You heard him speak up again.

“We’ve slept together many times before, why are you becoming shy just now?” he teased, lifting a hand and slowly running it up along your tummy underneath your shirt. Your breath hitched as his cold hands made contact, making your stomach muscles tense.

“So sensitive,” he cooed again, snuggling his head into your chest, just above your breasts. “I love you.”

The confession made your heart skip a beat and you tensed. Niragi noticed this, making his body fill with anxiety. Did he say it too soon?

“Sorry,” he mumbled against your shirt. “That was a bit much, you don’t have to say it back,” he gaslighted.

“No,” you cut him off. “I love you too.”

Niragi’s heart filled with warmth and he felt all his nerves tingle around his body. He hadn’t heard that since he was a kid, and hearing you say it did nothing but make him more fall in love.

“Thank you, Y/N,” he sniffed out. You looked down to see him staring at you, tears filling his eyes. It made your heart ache.

He took his body weight off you and hovered himself above you again. “I promise, I won’t let anyone ever hurt you,” he mumbled, voice cracking slightly. His arms that laid on either side of your head acted like a cage. Whether you were trapped willingly or forcefully was beyond your guess.

As he leaned his head down again and pressed his still wet lips against yours, you felt his lanky arms snake around your torso underneath you, keeping you in place.

You laid there, moving your mouths together and holding each other as close as possible. It would’ve almost been romantic and loving if it wasn’t for the context. While one was preying on their victim to achieve what they’ve so desperately wanted their whole life, the other believed that that person was the victim themselves.

Such irony, to love someone who has a ‘unlovable’ personality, when it’s not even the one that you fell in love with.

The one you fell in love with was nothing but one of his many masks. And no one could determine whether he would ever take it off in front of you.

Author’s Note: I’m so sorry this one was actually hard to write. It’s a bit all over the place but I hope it was still enjoyable to read! Also I’m not going to do a Part 2 to this fic, but if you want to read something similar to this kind of yandere theme with Niragi, read my other fic called You’re Everything You Once Hated. I’m going to be posting a Part 2 of that one soon.

[occasionally-writing]

After Practice Massage

A/N: This was a long process to write XD I had half of this fanfic written down when my laptop was out of commission and I just only now remembered that I had it waiting. This is my first time writing for the Stray Kids fandom so I apologize if they’re not in character! I tried to keep them in their personalities the best I could <3 Anyways, enjoy the fanfic <3

Summary:  After practicing for who knows how long, Minho decides to head back to the dorm but is surprised when Felix comes to walk home with him and offers him a massage for his sore legs and ankles.

Word Count: 1908

To say that Lee Know was tired and achy would be an understatement, though he tried not to let it show on how exhausted he truly was since he was currently in the middle of a Vlive and tons of Stays were watching him practice. Letting out a hugg of breath when the song he was dancing to ended, Minho slumped towards where his phone was propped up and smiled, taking in the countless praises he got for his dancing. 

“Alright guys, I’m sorry to say this but it’s time to pack up for today. We don’t want to get caught by Chan-hyung for practicing longer than we should’ve,” Minho chuckled, brushing his sweaty bands away from his eyes as he read the supporting comments and goodbyes from the Stays. Smiling as a blush made his already flushed face grow darker, Lee Know waved and gave a peace sign to the fans. “Goodnight everyone. See you next time!”

Clicking the button to stop the livestream, a sigh escaped his lips and he flopped down on his butt, checking the time on his phone and wincing when he realized how late it was along with how long he had actually been practicing for. Taking in a deep breath, Minho pushed himself off the floor, grunting when the muscles in his legs protested the movement, the joints in his knees giving a sharp crack as he finally stood up. Gathering his things and throwing his bag over his shoulder, Minho couldn’t even take one step forward when the practice room shot open and the group’s literal ball of sunshine popped in, a bright smile resting on his freckled face. 

“Hyung! Looks like I got here just in time! I decided to walk you back to the dorm! I didn’t like the idea of you walking back alone…” Felix got out, the child-like grin on his face being contagious as Minho felt one of his own smiles sliding onto his face. Trying not to put too much pressure on his ankles when he met Felix at the door, Minho ruffled the younger member’s hair and threw his arm around Felix’s shoulders, leaning into him as his legs throbbed underneath him. Noticing this, Felix furrowed his brows in worry but remained silent as his hyung urged him forward. “Lee Know-hyung...would you like a massage when we get back to the dorm?”

“What brought this on? But um...sure, if you don’t mind, that is,” Minho sighed, squeezing Felix’s shoulder as he was helped out of the practice room. Not minding the walk back to the dorm since Felix had a firm yet loving hold on him, Minho listened to the other dance ramble on about being voted as an imposter while he played Among Us with the other members. “Don’t worry, Lix. You’ll get them back. I’ll teach you some tricks if you want.”

Snickering at the gasp of excitement Felix let out, Minho just observed the other with amused eyes until his attention was brought back to what was ahead of them, the dorm appearing in their line of sight. Getting Minho into the building, Felix helped him into the elevator and clicked the button to get them to their floor. Not having to wait long, the two arrived at the dorm and opened the door, the sound of the television catching their attention along with the wavering scent of someone cooking. 

“Why don’t you go see who’s cooking? Just in case? The last thing we need is the kitchen catching on fire...again,” Minho sighed, nodding towards the direction of the kitchen as the sounds of a pan being placed on the stove made them both bristle. Keeping his eyes on Minho in worry, Felix bit his lip but agreed when he was shooed away. “Don’t worry about me. I can get to the couch.”

Staying still until Felix toed off his shoes and disappeared towards the kitchen, Minho made sure he was truly gone before he carefully slipped off his shoes, a sharp intake of breath getting sucked through his lips when a dull echo of pain shot through his ankles, making his legs tense when he finally got both shoes off. Tossing his bag on top of his shoes, Minho hobbled towards the living area, the sight of their makane catching his attention. 

“Oh, Minho-hyung...are you okay?” Jeongin asked once he noticed him, his brows furrowed when he took in the way Minho was walking. Practically dropping onto the couch as dead weight, Minho couldn’t help the grunt of relief that left his lips when he finally got off his sore feet. Making a small groan to I.N’s question, Minho grumbled something and leaned to the side enough to lay against the maknae. “...okay…?” 

Turning towards the sound of rushing footsteps, the two blinked when Felix came into the room, holding onto a heat pad with a determined shine to his eyes. Staying quiet as Felix skipped towards him, Minho only yelped when he was moved around, his head being placed in Jeongin’s lap, the maknae’s fingers brushing through his hair as Felix dropped down on the couch, carefully pulling Minho’s feet into his lap. 

“Keep this pad on your legs...I’m going to start now,” Felix mumbled, offering a small smile as he got to work, rubbing his thumbs in gentle circles around the bones of Minho’s ankles. Tensing up briefly at the small burn of pain that sparked in his feet, Minho tried not to move away, his lip getting caught between his teeth as he tried not to groan at the pain. “I know it hurts, hyung...just a bit more and it will feel better. I promise!”

“It’s okay, Yongbok...just do your thing,” Minho got out, letting his eyes shut, trying to focus on the feeling of Jeongin’s fingers in his hair. Keeping his eyes on Minho, Felix kept his touch firm yet gentle until he felt the older member grow slack, a sigh of relief escaping Lee Know’s lips when the dull pain finally vanished for something more pleasant. Smiling brightly when he noticed his hyung relaxing, Felix shot an appreciative look towards I.N, who shook his head and carefully lifted Minho, leaning him into the back of the couch so he could get up and help get dinner going. “Thanks Jeonginnie...by the way, who’s cooking? You didn’t exactly tell me, Felix.”

“Channie is! He actually got back from the studio early today...I think it had something to do with Jisung and Changbin forcing him out of the building,” I.N cackled, grinning widely as he remembered the hilarious scene of their leader being dragged into the dorm by his arms. Giving a tired chuckle of his own, Minho relaxed further into the couch. Sensing his hyung’s fatigue, Jeongin gave a small smile to Felix before he left towards the kitchen, pausing at the exit of the room so he could glance back at the two dancers. “Take care of hyung, yeah?”

Giving a small hum in response, Felix kept his eyes on what he was doing as the two were finally alone, the random show on the television just becoming background noise as they remained quiet. Letting his eyes flutter open as he gazed at Felix, Minho felt a shiver shake his legs when he realized the hot pack Felix had put on him finally got cold, the warmth no longer lingering. Noticing the slight tremor, Felix blinked and took the pad off Minho’s legs, figuring that they didn’t need it anymore since he was already almost done with his hyung’s legs. Moving his hands from Minho’s ankles, Felix felt around the other’s calves, frowning when he felt how many tight knots were in his muscles. How long did he really practice for to get this bad?

“Hyung...how many hours did you practice for? Your legs are full of knots! It must’ve been painful walking home,” Felix muttered, his tone full of worry that had a little twinge of guilt prickling in Lee Know’s chest. Reaching, Minho squeezed Felix’s wrist, catching the younger dancer’s attention and offering a smile, trying to assure the ball of sunshine that he was okay. Noticing this, Felix let out a small huff and wiggled the elder’s touch off his wrist, getting back to work with loosening the knots in Minho’s calves. “You’re lucky Chan-hyung doesn’t know about this or else he’d make you stay at the dorm and not practice.”

“Don’t tell him, ya? I promise after your massage and some rest, I’ll be okay,” Minho chuckled nervously, knowing what Felix said would be true. The last thing he needs is for Chan to find out and for him to fall behind on practice because he’s on their leader’s watch. Nodding softly, Felix chose to remain silent, letting the television become background noise once more, his focus going back on Minho’s legs. Relaxing against the back of the couch again, Minho took deep breaths through the slight pains he would get from Felix’s thumb pressing into the knots and before long, Minho found himself beginning to doze off. “Is it okay if I nap? Or do you need me awake?”

Shushing his hyung with a grin, Felix patted his knee and just watched in fond amusement the way Minho’s eyes fluttered shut. Keeping his touch light on his hyung’s calves, Felix grinned in success when he felt all the knots Lee Know was keeping in his legs faded out, leaving nothing but smooth muscle and warm skin. Rubbing his legs softly, Felix perked up at the sound of Chan calling them, knowing dinner must’ve been ready and if he knew any better, the whole dorm was about to get loud as hell. His thought coming true not a moment later, Felix yelped when the bedroom doors were slammed open and the sound of running footsteps caught him by surprise.

“Wha?” Minho grumbled, his eyes scrunching up before they opened when Jisung’s yell and Hyunjin’s singing woke him up, his face set in something that did not look like amusement at all the loud noise. Squeezing his knee, which made Lee Know glance at him, Felix offered an apologetic smile and gently lifted Minho’s feet off his lap, holding his hand out to help the other up. Letting out a sigh when Changbin yelled about something this time and Seungmin’s laughter echoed from the kitchen, Minho took Felix’s offered hand and slowly stood up, wincing slightly when his legs protested. Making sure he could stand on his own, Felix snickered softly when Minho mumbled something about his legs feeling like jelly and looped his arm around the elder’s waist. Leaning into Felix gratefully, Minho shot him an appreciative look and nodded towards the kitchen where all the noise was beginning to get louder and more hectic. “Come on. If we don’t get in there now, all the food will be gone or stuffed in Jisung’s cheeks.”

Letting out a snort of laughter, Felix nodded and removed his arm from Minho’s waist, moving it around the other’s arm instead so that Chan wouldn’t ask questions about him helping the other into the kitchen. Nuzzling his face into Minho’s shoulder, Felix grinned brightly when Lee Know rolled his eyes playfully, the two of them making their way into the kitchen where the rest of their dysfunctional family was waiting for them.

[beclynn-herondale]

Since a dear friend of mine said we should spread positivity for Jace Herondale, I have decided to share these scenes from the short story Cassandra Clare wrote called a long conversation. ( this belongs to Cassandra Clare and is her writing)

THERE ARE SOME SPOILERS IN HERE.

Clary groaned. Jace ruffled her hair. "You can do it," he said, and she could tell from the tone in his voice that he was grinning. "Come on, you saved the world once, remember? I believe in you."

-

She had talked to Jace about it, and he had agreed with her, both in his capacity as her boyfriend and also as second head of the Institute: the Shadowhunter world, without the Fair Folk, was unbalanced. Shadowhunters needed Downworlders. They always had. Trying to pretend the Fair Folk didn't exist would only lead to disaster. But they weren't the council — they were only the very young leaders of a single Institute. So they waited, and tried to be prepared.

-

Clary couldn't help but remember the first time she'd seen him in the Institute, playing the piano, his back to her. Alec? He'd said. Is that you?

Jace's expression was focused and intent, the way it was only when he was doing something he considered worthy of his entire focus — fighting, or playing music, or kissing. He glanced up as if he could feel her gaze on him, and smiled at her. Even after all this time, he still gave her shivers down her spine.

She was amazingly proud of him. They had been as surprised as anyone when the conclave had voted them in as the new heads of the Institute when Maryse had left. They'd been only nineteen years old, and she supposed they'd assumed Alec or Isabelle would take over, but neither of them wanted it. Isabelle wanted to travel, and Alec was involved with the Downworlder-Shadowhunter alliance he was building.

They could always turn it down, Clary had said to Jace at the time. No one could force them to head up the Institute, and they'd planned to go around the world together, while Clary painted and Jace fought demons in unusual locations. But he'd wanted to do it. She knew it was in his heart he felt it was a way paying back the people they lost in the war, the people they hadn't been able to save. For the good fortune they'd had in coming through it all with most of the people they loved unscathed. For the fact that the universe had given him Alec, and Isabelle, and Clary, when once he'd thought that he would never have a best friend, or a sister, and that he would never fall in love.

Running the Institute was hard work. It required all Jace's ability to charm, and Clary's instinct to keep peace and build alliances. Alone, neither of them could have done it, but together, Clary's determination balanced his ambition, her knowledge of the mundane world and its practicalities, his ancient Shadowhunter blood and training. Jace had always been the natural leader of their small group, a proven strategist, excellent at being able to judge who would be best at what. Clary was the one who could reassure the frightened, as well as the one who finally got a forbidden computer installed in the strategy room.

-

But when Clary and Jace had taken over running the Institute, they had sworn to each other that they would be a new kind of guardian.

-

"I informed Alec we needed assistance, but he told me to ask you," said Lily, sounding put out. She was fond of Alec, in her way. He'd been the first Shadowhunter to truly buckle down and work with Maia and Lily, fusing his Shadowhunter knowledge with their Downworlder skills. When Jace had taken over the Institute, they'd taken on the odd alliance as well, and Isabelle and Simon joined when they could. Clary had put together a strategy room for them, full of maps and plans and important contacts in case of emergency.

And there were plenty of emergencies. The Cold Peace meant that the parts of Manhattan that belonged to the Fair Folk had been ripped away from them, and other Downworlders shuffled and battled over the scraps. Many were the nights that Clary and Jace, with Alec and Lily and Maia, had sat up trying to hammer out some detail of the vampire/lycanthrope truce or stop a revenge plan before it could begin. Magnus had even woven special spells so that Lily could come into the Institute despite the fact that it was hollowed ground, something Jace said as far as he knew had never been done for another vampire.

-

She departed, leaving Clary to lean back against the massive table in the middle of the room and take deep, calming breaths, she tried to envision herself in a soothing place, maybe at the beach, but that just made her think of the los angels institute.

She and Jace had gone there in the year after the Dark War to help put the place back together — it had been the most badly hit of the Institutes Sebastian had attacked. Emma Carstairs had helped them in idris, and Clary felt protective of the small blond girl.

-

The Herondale ring on his finger sparked in the illumination from the dozens of star-shaped globes of light that were drifting around the room — doubtless Magnus's work. Clary thought of Tessa, who had given her the ring to give to Jace, and wished she were there. She had always loved to see Jace play the piano.

-

For so long she had looked at Jace and Alec and seen best friends. She'd known how much Jace loved Alec, known since the first time she'd seen Alec injured and Jace — whose self-possession was near terrifying — had come apart. She'd seen the way he looked at anyone who who said a bad word about Alec, his eyes narrowed, deadly gold. And she'd thought she understood, thought best friends, the way she and Simon were.

Now that Simon was her parabatai, she understood so much more. The way you were stronger when your parabatai was there. The way they were like a mirror that showed you your best self. She couldn't imagine losing your parabatai, couldn't imagine what hell it would be.

-

She didn't think Jace had gotten tired of it either. At least not from the way he held her, as of each time could be the last time. It was often the way, with him. She knew he'd had a childhood that left him uncertain of love, and fragile as Glass in some ways, and she tried to be mindful of that. She was worried about the party and the guests outside, but she let herself relax into the kiss, her hand lingering against his cheek, until they finally drew apart to breathe.

"Wow" she said, running her finger around the inside of his collar. "I guess all the romance and flower petals falling from the sky did a number on you, huh?"

"Shh." He grinned. His blond hair was tousled, his eyes sleepy. "Let me be in the moment."

-

"Green to mend our broken hearts," he quoted. It was part of the Nephilim children's rhyme, one Clary knew well. His eyelashes brushed her cheek; his voice was warm in her ear. "You mended my heart," he whispered. "You picked up the pieces of a broken, angry boy and you made him into a happy man, Clary."

"No," she said in a shaking voice. "You did that. I just — cheered you on from the sidelines."

"I wouldn't be here without you," he said soft as music against her lips. "Not just you — Alec, Isabelle, even Simon—but you're my heart."

( character development)

Also I think these show how the new Jace is, you notice how when he says he has changed and become a better person he doesn't take the credit, but instead he gives it to the people who love him and made him feel like he belonged somewhere, who showed him what he was worth, who helped him instead of judging him, who cheered him on as he got better and healed.

And he admits in that last part that he was broken and angry and those together are a deadly combination, but he recognized it and he grew and became an amazing person. You know how much it takes to put yourself back together or even admit you are broken and need to be put back together, it takes every ounce of energy you have, cause you have to analyze every part and make sure you put it back right. So let's appreciate that Jace decided to heal and put his heart back together instead of remaining angry. Let's acknowledge the courage it took for him to let go of the anger and become happy.

[v-hope]

You're his celebrity crush and meet at an awards show

Pairings: OT7 x International Artist!Reader

Genre: Fluff, crack ig

Request: "hii ! i love your work and i've been having major feels with the boys at the bbmas so i was wondring if you could write a reaction for u being an artist they have a crush on and they meet you at an awards show and it's all cute and stuff?? 💜"

A/N: I really loved writing this! I'm just gonna do what I do with Shipping Material, for those of you who don't know hahah:

“English”

«Korean»

Kim Seokjin

“You know BTS?”

You couldn't help but giggle at the man's words, nodding your head right after, for there was really no other answer to that.

When you had gone to the restroom earlier that night, only to find people waiting outside of it because of how full it was, you had considered turning around and coming back some time later, but it just so happened that no other than Kim Seokjin had arrived two seconds after you, and had decided not to let his chance to talk to you slip away; even if he didn't have Namjoon to translate for him.

So now here you were, both of you not even bothering on lining up anymore, and instead moving aside not to block the way.

“Who doesn't know BTS at this point?” you answered after having uselessly tried to conceal your smile, raising one of your eyebrows and earning a proud yet shy smile from Jin. “You know Y/N?” it was your turn to cheekily ask.

He stretched his arms out before folding them over his chest as he leaned against the wall. “Ah, yes” he tried to play it cool, “very beautiful” he nodded like it was a fact, bringing immediate heat to your face, “voice… yeah” he emphasized, holding one of his thumbs up.

You gazed down in embarrassment, allowing another laugh to escape your throat – an action of yours he found to be quite adorable.

“I'd have to say the same about Kim Seokjin then” your eyes locked with his once more, ones that had sparkled at the fact that you actually knew his name. “10/10 vocals and looks”.

At that, he unsuccessfully tried to erase the smile that had already formed on his lips – his ears turning a furious red.

“Me? Oh, no” he denied, waving his hands in front of him, “no... you are best”.

Out of your mouth came what was a mix of a scoff and a laugh. “What? No way, hear me out–”

Who would've thought your first interaction ever would turn into a ‘no, you're better’ contest. At least you made him comfortable enough to fight you from the beginning.

Min Yoongi

“You mind if I join you?”

Yoongi's head snapped up at the sound of an unfamiliar voice, his eyes opening wide in shock when he realised he had no other than you in front of him.

Being too caught up in the sight of you, he could do nothing but absently shake his head, moving a little to the side for you to sit next to him.

“Why are you here and not inside?” you wondered in an attempt of making small talk.

“Um, air” he motioned around.

“It does get a little suffocating inside, huh?” you leaned back to take a better look at him.

He simply nodded his head, gazing down to his lap before a small smile took over his factions.

“You're sure I'm not bothering you?” you worried, noticing how quiet he was. “I didn't know you'd be here, I can leave if–”

“I'm just…” he interrupted you, looking up to lock eyes with you, “shy...” he admitted sheepishly.

Not only because he was insecure about his English, but also because it was you.

Your lips curved up as you stared fondly at him. “Okay then” you looked ahead, “let's just stay quiet for a while if that makes you feel better”.

So the two of you did just that; remaining silent for a little while, doing nothing but enjoy each other's company. Anyone who saw you would've thought it was such an awkward scene, but it was the complete opposite, actually. It was weird to find a stranger you could be so comfortable around with. It was nice, for both of you.

«Yah! Yoongi, we've been looking for you everywhere» the quiet atmosphere was disrupted faster than you'd have wanted to by Seokjin. “Oh, hello…” he awkwardly greeted you, receiving a smile from you before his eyes were back on Yoon. «They're announcing the Top Artist Award, come on!»

At the sound of that, Yoongi stood up immediately. “Sorry, I have to go, uh– award...” he spoke softly, almost scared of messing up his English.

Biting your lip, you squinted your eyes as you looked up at him. “Go get ‘em, tiger” you encouraged him with a grin, watching for the first time in person his signature gummy smile.

Thinking for a second before turning around to leave, he digged his hands in his pockets, staring down to you. “You don't... wanna come?”

“Um…” your eyes travelled from him to the door. “You know what? Yeah, I do” you stood up as well, a smirk forming on your lips before you added: “I don't wanna miss all the madness when you guys win”.

If you hadn't won him over already by being understanding about his shyness, with that vote of confidence you sure as hell had.

Jung Hoseok

“Y/N!” he enthusiastically shouted the answer he had been saying over and over every single time the interviewers asked them who they wanted to meet that evening.

Only this time you heard him.

Your head had snapped up at the sound of your name as you walked past them a few meters behind on the red carpet, looking around before your eyes locked with the guy's who was currently interviewing BTS.

“Y/N, hi!” he waved for you to go over there. “Come here, someone wants to meet you!”

Not only did you freeze at that invitation, but so did Hoseok, earning loud laughs from his members as you got closer to them.

“Hi, guys” you shyly greeted with a smile, receiving instant cheerful replies before you stood by Hobi's side, since Joon had stepped aside for you to be in the middle.

Hoseok's eyes were soon to lock with yours – a shy smile parting his lips as he quietly admired your factions, having you unconsciously do the same.

“So, J-Hope right here just told us he was excited to meet you” the interviewer informed you with a smirk, causing Hoseok to tilt his head and turn to his friends as he complained in embarrassment.

Your reaction, however, was something Hobi did not expect at all; for not only did your lips part in what the thought was the brightest, most beautiful smile he had ever seen on you, but you had also covered your face with your hands, letting out a giggle that was soon followed by one of his own.

“Ah, don't tell me that” you told the guy holding the mic in front of you, “he's my favourite, my heart just did a thing”.

«Did she, did she say I'm her favourite?» Hoseok turned to ask Joon with pouty, incredulous lips; later giggling like a little boy on Christmas when their leader confirmed his beliefs. «She did?!» he covered his smiling mouth with his hand.

“Aw, that's so cute!” the other guy gushed at your previous words, for neither of you had any idea of what Hobi's previous gushing had been about. “So you'll be cheering for him tonight?”

“Of course!” you turned to the seven guys. “I mean, I'll be chanting for all of you guys, but if you hear someone screaming ���J-Hope’ at the top of their lungs, that's probably me”.

And later that night, when he did indeed hear someone screaming his name somewhere in the first rows during his part, his heart sped up uncontrollably, and not precisely because of all the dancing around.

Kim Namjoon

“Oh, f– I'm so sorry” he apologized as soon as his foot had stepped on your long dress, causing you to stumble over.

Luckily for you, just like he almost made you fall, he had also been the one to make sure to catch you – his hands being quick to hold you firmly by your arms, and staying there for a little longer so you could regain your balance.

“It's okay” you let him know with a shy smile, “I've been stepping on it all evening as well” at that, Joon exhaled the air he had been holding, gently letting go of you for once and for all. “It's such an awful, uncomfortable dress. I hate it”.

“Oh” he pursed his lips, eyeing up and down the dress he believed so perfectly hugged your body, “this might not help at all, but I think you look beautiful”.

It did help. Quite a lot, actually – that simple statement itself being enough for a shiver to run down your spine.

“Thank you” you replied, feeling yourself once again becoming shy. “I'm Y/N, by the way”.

“I know” he answered with an obvious tone, later letting out a breathy, nervous laugh, at the realisation of how he had exposed himself. “I um, I'm Namjoon”.

“I know” you repeated his previous words, biting down on your lower lip in response to his dimples showing up as he smiled.

Just like that, your manager called you from the other side of the hall, for you to go change into the outfit you'd be wearing for your performance.

“Seems like I'm finally getting out of this dress” your voice came out with a tone of relief, grabbing the sides of it and pulling it a little bit up so that you could walk properly. “It was nice getting stepped on by you, see you later!”

“It was my pleasure, I hope we can do this again sometime soon!” he played along as you walked away, smiling widely after watching you tilt your head back to let a laugh escape your throat.

Clumsiness? That he could always count on.

Park Jimin

Taehyung sneakily nudged Jimin as you got closer to greet him, for he had frozen on his place as soon as he heard you call them from the other side of the hallway – his eyes in absolute awe as he watched you hug his members one by one.

And when you finally got to him, he didn't really know which one of you was shaking more.

“Sorry” you apologized to all of them once you had pulled away from him, knowing well enough they had all noticed your body slightly tremble, “I'm really nervous, I'm a huge fan of you guys”.

A unison “aw” came out of their mouths.

“Don't be nervous” to everyone's surprise, it was Jimin the one to speak up first, with what you thought was the cutest of pronunciations.

“Yeah” Namjoon backed up his friend, “we're huge fans too, so we're just as nervous, to be honest” he laughed, making you laugh in a way that had Jimin staring with even more admiration.

“Yeah!” Jimin spoke up again, “your voice!” he paused, pressing his lips together and effusively nodding his head to let you know how much he liked it, bringing instant heat to your face as you blisfully thanked him.

He wanted to say something else, to talk more to you, but you were interrupted by your manager tapping your shoulder to hurry you up.

“Oh, um…” you looked around, “I wish I had more time but my performance's about to start” you stuck your lower lip out. “I just wanted to wish you guys the best of lucks later tonight, you're gonna kill it”.

“Ah, thank you!” they all answered once again, with grateful smiles.

“Wait, let's take a picture!” Joon proposed out loud after one of their staff members showed him a camera.

You didn't have to think even once before accepting, turning around to look in the same direction as them. On the other hand, Jimin didn't even try and stop his legs from moving closer to you in the middle, quietly asking Hoseok to move over and let him be by your side – placing his hand over your shoulders without getting to touch you as he smiled brighter than the camera flash itself.

And so when you turned around to say goodbye, he opened his arms to quickly hug you once more before you took off to the stage.

«Aw, she's so beautiful, how's that even possible» he gushed to his members, receiving multiple amused smiles when his smile turned into a pout. «Why'd she have to leave so soon?»

Little did he know that was far from being the last time you met each other.

Kim Taehyung

He was dying to talk to you.

The moment they were guided to their seats and he noticed one of them would be sitting next to you, he had rushed over there to claim it as his. However, just as much as he was dying to say something to you, his confidence was betraying him.

From time to time, he'd turn to you with the intention of starting a conversation in between performances, but nothing would come out of his mouth, turning his head in the opposite direction before he could make a fool of himself. You had said “hi” to each other already, why couldn't he bring himself to say something else?

It was when he noticed you were asking someone for some water, that he decided to take his chance – picking up the bottle of water under his seat to hand it to you.

“Have it” he spoke after your dumbfounded eyes travelled from the item to fix on his. “Is not… open…” his eyebrows knitted together as he looked up, wondering if he had managed to make his point clear.

An understanding smile curved up your lips, taking the bottle from his hands and thanking him before you opened it and took a sip.

Say something else. Tell her she looks pretty. Make small talk. Anything. He repeated over and over in his head, yet nothing came out. So, he smiled once more and turned his head back away from you, internally beating himself up for it.

It was you, later that night, the one who made his wishes come true; when you noticed how one of his members had taken away from him the popcorns he had been munching on, leaving him sulking with a pout on his lips.

“Here” you handed him yours, receiving a baffled expression from him. “You can have mine”.

In the end, what happened was that he did not take yours, but accepted to share them instead – leaning over to your side and finally relaxing next to you as the two of you ate and commented on the show, which lead to lots of laughter througout the night.

Never had he ever thought he'd thank Jeongguk for stealing his food.

Jeon Jeongguk

“Don't be so nervous” you tried to encourage him with a small smile, having his eyes move up from the paper note he was tightly holding to focus on you – a smile of his own curving up his lips as well.

“My English…” he begun, trying to translate the right words in his head, “is not... good”.

“It's pretty good, actually” you once again tried to make him gain some confidence.

Neither of you understood why they had settled things up this way – each one of the BTS members having to present an award with someone else, instead of doing it all together like they always did. In Jeongguk's case, he had been paired up with you, which is why here you were now, both of you sitting backstage, going over your dialogue a few times as you waited for your turn to come.

And he didn't know if it had been a blessing or a curse, for he had gotten to meet you, the one artist he had been crushing on for years… but, at the same time, there was a high probability of him messing up at some point and make a complete fool of himself in front of you.

“You know what?” you spoke after taking in his uncertain eyes. With a raised eyebrow, he let you know you had his attention. “If it makes you feel any better, I can make a fool of myself in front of everyone”.

His eyes opened wide. “W-What?”

“Yeah” you nodded your head, “I'll just mess up the words or something and then you'll have nothing to worry about!”

“No, no” he shook his head, holding his hands out as if to signal for you to stop. “You don't– have to…”

“Oh, I will do it, my friend” you raised an eyebrow in determination. “I already thought of it, there's no turning back now”.

That serious statement of yours managed to get a breathy laugh out of him.

You were his crush for a reason, but knowing you were willing to sacrifice your public image just to help him out with his nervousness? He might as well have fallen in love right then and there.

[elegantyoungmaster]

Aftermath Of Shadows

continued.

This Night Hunt had been more like they were the ones being hunted.  Early on the thing had separated them from the rest of their group. He and Sizhui often stuck close together, because Sizhui handled talismans and Jin Ling guarded it was habit, someone always guarded while Sizhui used talismans, they were the only two there so naturally he was on guard.  The thing could flash in and out of the darkness with the speed of a thought. Jin Ling had not been able to draw a beat on the creature even with one of his Qi charged arrows. They had needed light, but they were in the deep wood where the canopy hid the heavens, there wasn't even the glimmer of starlight.

He knew it was bad, and he knew Sizhui also knew it was bad. The thing had slashed his bow string, forcing him to regroup against a tree to reset the bow. It had taken the opportunity to attack at that point. He could have tossed his father's sword at the creature but he had not mastered that technique yet. He would have risked striking Sizhui as well. If he missed his aim even the slightest bit. So there was really no other choice for him to make he dropped the bow and tossed himself at the other boy. He knew precisely what he was setting himself up for. At least it wouldn't be Sizhui, he couldn't bear that thought.

The thing had latched onto his side above his stomach and it had been like being grasped by ice. It had begun to suck the very energy from him. He felt himself going numb, which was unfortunate for it since it had forgotten that Sizhui was right there as well. He was the most capable of dealing with this thing he wanted to say hurry but he couldn't get that out, because this thing was starved who had woken it up ? These things hunted only powerful cultivators as the older they became the more it took to sustain them. To think they had once been a cultivator who had died in a place of resentful energy and become this.

He woke up still freezing, he had a strong core so it hadn't killed him. He blinked against light and the healer was just looking skeptical at him. When she asked if he was alright and he agreed he was immediately. He didn't want to worry anyone. "Bbbb...blllannnkkeetts." he had stuttered out teeth chattering together.  The woman promised him hot soup when she had left. "Your night hunting partner wants to see you." she said simply and then gave him a look that said he made a poor choice when he told her it was fine to send him in.

Jin Ling was buried under a mountain of blankets and Fairy was there next to him as well. Fairy had gone with Zizhen and Jingyi when she had lost track of he and Sizhui. Also, a blessing since someone who had some sense was with them. Since Zizhen was bright, and so was Jingyi they just made poor life choices, not that Jin Ling got a vote at the moment. It had been a risky and stupid move. Sizhui was head disciple of Gusu Lan, he was good and yes, Jin Ling knew that. He also knew that Sizhui needed time to get the talisman. He was their best chance against a powerful shadow. With Jin Ling's bow disabled. His face did light up for a moment, then concern flickered across his face. Oh shit. Sizhui had the look he assumed a wife would have if he had done something terrible.  He swallowed hard and shivered. Part from cold, part from that look.

Still his words did make him pull himself up, the thing had sapped his strength considerably. He twisted the blanket in his hands. His cheeks flushed and he extended his lower lip to blow his bangs from his eyes. he'd refused to allow anyone to take down his hair or touch the red ribbon  because he had to be put together as a Sect Leader, weaknesses were well, just that. "That's not sometttthing you actually ask someone ttto do." he huffed "Itt has to be willing or it doesn'ttt mean annnyttthing." he said it as though Sizhui should have already known this. "Don't look at me lllike I forgottt our wedding aniversary or so--something." he added and huddled further under the blanket with a small scolded "Were nnnottt married." though he felt bad immediately after those words left his mouth and he sighed  "I'm soorrryy...” he dropped his gaze"I’mm..nn...nnot." he shivered more "Zizhen, bbbbut." he shook his head. "I...couldn't...if...if..you..." he exclaimed turning red under the pale and he looked away from the older boy. He didn't have the eloquence to explain himself better. “Arrren’tt you coolddd its freezzing.”

@achromaticstars​ | Lan Sizhui |

[100percentshipper]

Oh dear fucking lord New Zealand now has a fascist Trump supporter as the leader of the National Party

This will be a long one, ranty but I gotta lay the land for non Kiwis. You ready?

So New Zealand seems to be doing pretty darn well in international news due to the absolute bae we have as a prime minister, Jacinda Ardern.  Through not just covid (and through her actions that have almost eliminated the virus from NZ) but through a mass shooting at the Mosque in Christchurch last year (which saw sweeping gun control laws instituted within 2 weeks), an earthquake in Wellington and having a baby while in power, Jacinda has proven herself to be a fearless, clear headed, compassionate leader that has, quite honestly, been a revelation.  Finally a person in power who actually cares and it isn’t just a political stance.  Finally someone who can take action and take it in the best interest of the people and not just in the interest of deep pockets .  Finally someone who represents my values of kindness and caring and getting shit done.  While having a baby.  Okay. So I love Jacinda and I’m actually proud to be a kiwi with someone like her at the helm.

Talking to my mum (I don’t live in NZ) and she casually mentions that the leader of the National party changed 3 days ago on May 21st.  Jacinda is Labour (Democrate) and now we have Todd Muller for National (Republican).  He replaced former leader Simon Bridges who became unpopular due - well many things but the final nail in the coffin was due to being unable to read the room - and by that I mean he decided, during Jacinda’s exemplary work with Covid, to nitpick at her leadership when in fact she’s super popular right now because she’s amazing.  I’m biased, sue me, but so is most of NZ.  So a few days ago they replaced him because you can’t win with that tactic against the queen that Jacinda is.  In enters Todd Muller.  At first he seems a possible improvement but the red flags are flying high right now. 

I’d like to preface this by saying his background is in PR (or ‘Relations Manager if you will) which means nothing he is doing in his first days is unplanned or random.  He understands manipulation.  I’d also like to preface this by saying you may have already heard of this guy when, last year he heckled a young Green party member in NZ parliament to which she responded ‘Okay, boomer.’  Oh yeah, he’s the okay boomer guy.

So here are the red flags

First; he makes a point to mention his religion (catholic) saying it won’t impact his politics as it regrads to lgbtq+ (aparently he’s ‘relaxed’ on that point because he’s not a perfect catholic). Hmmm.  Jacinda is a former Mormon and never felt the need to mention that (it was only ever mentioned by others) so that certainly doesn’t bode well.  He’s obviously pretty darn religious to feel the need to address that issue and upon research ... he is.  That then raises all manners of questions around his belief in human rights especially for queer, non-white and women. As if I needed further confirmation, he believes in ‘family values’.  A scan of his wikipedia shows he holds a ‘conservative position’ on abortion, voting no on pro-choice policies in parliment. Oh boy.

Second; he passes a few compliments to Jacinda but the goes on to say that coming out of covid, New Zealand needs to support small businesses that have been affected and then shit on their financial response to covid when an independent reviewer gave them a tripe A rating.  Apparently he disagrees although National has yet to offer an alternative approach.  This might seem like an inocuous point - obvs as the oposition he’ll look to shit on something and sure, of course we should support small business, but he subtly positions it in such a way as to suggest that Jacinda isn’t making that a priority which... um dude, she’s labour.  Meaning she cares more about it than a national govt typically would.  But notice how he’s trying to sow little seeds there? The next years are going to be a bitch economically, not just for New Zealand but the world.  No one will come out unscathed but he’s lining up his ducks to capitalize on the shortfalls that will undoubtedly happen - not because the government (but lets be honest Jacinda will prob do a better job than anyone else could) but because we exist within a system that is maimed and broken and limping along. 

Third; now perhaps neither of these points seem that much of a deal, I mean don’t most conservative, old, rich, white male politicians have ‘family values’ and so what about wanting to support small business and sowing seeds of malcontent, it’s kinda his job.  Well, well, well, let me tell you...

So he is interviewed in his office back in September 2019.  He has some political ‘paraphernalia’ on his shelf.  There is a cap in the photo taken, on his shelf.  This cap comes from America.  It has a certain set of words that sends shivers down my spine.  Can you see it?

“Make America Great Again.”

Oh dear fucking lord.  Are you serious? He’s asked about it and he claims that he also has paraphenalia from Hillary Clinton, a badge which is probably also in the shot but it’s hard to tell.  Asked if the cap will go into his new office he says yes.  He even doubles down, saying that he is comfortable with that decision... he says that he’s long been a fan of the American system (I’m sorry Americans but honestly that is not something I want to hear out of a party leader from NZ where we have MMP which has been a boon to our country) and that’s fine but to display a MAGA cap and then say he will keep it in his office given what that cap represents and what ideologies that represents is not tone deaf, it is dangerous.  It says something about who he is and what he believes.  It is a sign to all the facists of New Zealand to rise up.  When asked if he supports Bernie or Trump ... he hesitates, lightfoots around the question and says that in a debate he watched between Bernie and Trump ‘Bernie gave the better speech’.  That wasn’t the question.  Who do you support?  Reminds me of the tactics my all American boss who carries around guns at all times and I’m 99% sure is a Trump supporter talks.

Now I don’t think he stands a chance to win the elections coming up in October because it’s Jacinda with 60% approval rating and his party has 30%.  But it’s also worrying because hate and fear mixed with covid is a potent brew and the signal he sends out will be seen and received by all the sleeper fascist agents across NZ and the world and like the covid virus itself, will awake and spread like wildfire.  And even if he back tracks and decides not to display it, it’s too late. You’ve shown where you stand and where you stand is fascist.  I hope to god he doesn’t stay the leader long and by the next election may he be a forgotten blip on the political landscape of New Zealand, but man.  I knew the other shoe had to drop in some way with regards to NZ politics and it wasn’t Jacinda dropping the shoe as might be expected because how is this woman even real, it was this Trump inspired alt-right dude.

[therainroguefanfiction]

🔥 ℝise Ⱥbove I̾t ◈ Chapter 014 [Social Interaction? Effort.]

📑 Table of Contents | ◂Backward

Word Count: 2,680 ☁

⊱ ────── {⋅. 🔥 .⋅} ────── ⊰

〈“All I want is a place to call my own. To mend the hearts of everyone who feels alone. You know to keep your hopes up high and your head down low.” A Day to Remember, “All I Want”〉

⊱ ────── {⋅. 🔥 .⋅} ────── ⊰

Bzzt. Bzzt. Bzzt.

I groaned, forcing my eyes open. My hand shot out, feeling around for my annoying ass phone. I had three unread messages. The first was, surprisingly, from Aizawa.

✉ ‘Careful on your way to school.’

Weird, but okay. The next was from Toshi.

✉ ‘The school entrance has been swarmed by reporters. Ignore them, please.’

Reporters? Is that a normal thing for U.A.? The last message was from Murder.

‘Ur face sux’

My eye twitched as my fingers flew across the keyboard. ‘Uve never even seen my face fool’ I stood up, throwing my phone onto the couch before getting ready for school. After grabbing a bottle of Dr. Pepper from the fridge and scarfing down a bowl of cereal, I grabbed my phone again and slipped my sneakers on. A message was waiting for me.

‘Doesnt matter ur face still sux’

I rolled my eyes, ‘Ur an idiot‘

As I got closer to U.A., I heard the chaos before I saw it. The entrance was swarmed by at least two dozen people, some holding microphones, others holding large cameras on their shoulders. They were screaming at the students as they tried to enter the school, blocking their path. Talk about being a hindrance.

“Strange. I’ve never heard of such a thing happening in the past.”

I glanced over at Fumi as he stopped beside me, arms crossed firmly over his chest. “So this ain’t a normal thing, then?”

“Not to my knowledge. Though, if I were to make a guess, I’d say this has to do with All Might being a teacher.”

“You think so?” I scratched my cheek, watching as a female reporter roughly grabbed a student’s shoulder when he ignored her. “He’s the top hero, huh? So heroes are practically celebrities that people go nuts for here… how fucking annoying.”

He tilted his head, looking at me curiously. Right, he doesn’t know anything about me not being from here.

I cleared my throat. “Should we get it over with? Don’t wanna be late… again.”

He nodded, “Yes, they will only become more aggressive over time.”

The fucking vultures spotted us before we even got close, shoving microphones into our faces and screaming over one another to be heard. The only thing I could clearly make out was the name ‘All Might’. Fumi didn’t even spare them a glanced as he headed for the gate, but a woman grabbed his arm and shoved a microphone in his face, demanding an answer.

I felt a surge of annoyance and I grabbed her wrist, my hand turning red as I increased the temperature until she let go of him. “Keep your fuckin’ hands to yourself, bitch. The fuck is wrong with you, grabbing a kid like that. Grow the fuck up and get a real job!”

She cried out in pain and frustration and I released her hand. Muttering profanities under my breath, I put my arm through Fumi’s and tugged him past the archway.

“Thank you,” Fumi spoke softly, his feathery cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

I didn’t even know it was possible for him to blush but this world keeps fucking surprising me, don’t it? “Don’t worry about it,”

“If you won’t bring All Might out, I’ll get him myself!”

I glanced over my shoulder as a loud buzzing filled the morning air. Sheets of metal shot out of the ground, blocking the entry and towering above the stone walls that surrounded the school. The woman screamed in surprise and I scoffed. “That’s what you get, invasive bitch.”

Fumi sighed, placing his hand over his beak. “Your vocabulary is quite vulgar, Jen-san.”

I grinned at him. “Pretty sure I was a fucking sailor in my past life.”

A breeze blew past us, ruffling my hair. A shiver went down my spine, but I didn’t feel cold. I felt… exposed, in danger. What is this strange sense of dread that I’m suddenly feeling? Why do I have the urge to run? I suppressed another shiver, glancing back at the metal sheeting.

“Is something wrong, Jen-san?”

I snapped out of my daze, giving Fumi a forced smile as I followed him into the school building. That feeling lingered in the back of my mind, like someone breathing down my neck.

⊱ ────── {⋅. 🔥 .⋅} ────── ⊰

“Decent work on yesterday’s combat training, you guys.” Aizawa stood at the front, his eyes sweeping the room. “I saw the video feeds and went over each of your team’s results. Bakugo – you’re talented, so don’t sulk like a child about your loss, okay?”

“Yeah, whatever.”

Pft, that bitch is totally sulking. I glanced around Big Boobs, but I could only see the back of his head since he was sitting in the same row. Truth be told, I had been a bit worried about him, but he seems to be in better spirits. His aura ain’t as dark as it was, anyway. I wonder what Midoriya said to him yesterday.

“And Midoriya – I see the only way you won the match was by messing up your arm again. Work harder! And don’t give me the excuse that you don’t have control over your quirk. That line’s already getting old. You can’t keep breaking your body while training here.” His voice softened. “But your quirk will be really useful if you can get a handle on it. So show a little urgency, huh?”

“Right!”

I snickered at his caring tone and his eyes snapped to mind. Shit, is he gonna call me out, too? I didn’t do that bad, did I? I slowly moved my body back behind Big Boobs, slumping over the desk so he couldn’t see me. I still haven’t apologized for the other day, either. Damn, I should really have a talk with him and Toshi, but effort. Emotional effort, too.

“Let’s get down to business,”

I breathed a sigh of relief.

“Your first task will decide your future.”

The classroom grew tense at his words, but I had the distinct feeling that he was trolling everyone again.

“You all need to pick a class representative.”

He said that so seriously, what the fuck. Still, the classroom started to erupt, overflowing with excitement and energy. I hate it.

“Pick me, guys! I wanna be class representative!” Do you even know what this job takes, Red?

“I’ll take it!” Sparky is definitely not smart enough for this.

“Yeah, you’re gonna need me.” Somehow I doubt that, Punk Rock.

“Someone with style should be -”

“Ooh! I’m totally the right pick!”

I guaran-fucking-tee you that Alien does that to French Fry on purpose. She’s going for the record of how many times she can interrupt him in three years. Or she just hates his guts, which I can understand.

Everyone’s voices started to overlap and I slammed my forehead onto the desk. What the fuck is wrong with these idiots, seriously? Don’t they realize how much work and responsibility that role entails? No fucking thank you. Oh, great taco god, even Bakugo wants the job. Depending on who gets the role, my school life could become hell. I’ve seen plenty of school anime to know that class reps and the student council give students hell.

“Silence, everyone! Please!” Prep shot up, his voice booming over the others. “The class representative’s duty is to lead others! It’s not something just anyone can do.” Especially not most of these dipshits. “You must first have the trust of every student in the classroom. Therefore, the most logical way to fill this position is democratically. We will hold an election to choose our leader!”

That’s a great idea and all, but… that hand of yours is raised higher than anyone else’s. It’s pretty obvious he wants the job.

“Is this really the best idea?”

“We’ve only known each other a few days, how do we know who we can trust?”

That’s a bit dramatic, isn’t it? It’s not like the class rep is gonna be trying to bring nations together or some shit.

“‘Sides, everyone will just vote for themselves.”

“Most people will, but that means whoever does receive multiple votes must truly be the most suitable person for the job. It’s the best way! Right, sir?”

Aizawa had slipped back into his sleeping bag at this point, looking bored out of his mind. “Do what you want. Just decide before my nap’s over.” And with that, he fell to the ground, hidden behind the long lectern.

I sweatdropped. For someone that can show so much care for his students, he certainly loves to act like he hates his job. I wonder… is Zawa part tsundere? Is that even a thing? It’s gotta be.

“Thank you for your trust!” Prep turned to the class, pushing up his glasses. “Everyone, please write your vote on a piece of paper and fold it!”

With a sigh, I dug through my bag for my notebook and a pen. So far, it had only been used to draw cute tacos and the sacred taco bra. I swear, I’m gonna take this fucking grudge to the grave and then come back to haunt that bitch. I tapped my pen on the paper, scanning the room.

I don’t really have a relationship with any of these people. I had that one awkward moment with Bakugo; Ochako introduced herself to me; I helped Midoriya to Granny, but he probably don’t even know about that; Peppermint likes to glare at me for no reason, but he has a really nice voice; Then there’s Fumi.

I glanced over at him, watching his pencil scratch across his paper. Did he even want this job? He hadn’t said anything about it, and he doesn’t seem to be especially social or extroverted. He’s the closest thing I got to a friend here, though.

Damn, I’m really shit at interacting with people. Now that I’m thinking about it, the only people I ever interacted with during school was Travis, and even that was limited to a few times a month, and then there’s Skye and Heather, but something tells me those two are invalid. And twats. They’re definitely twats.

Maybe I should make more of an effort to get to know these people, but that sounds like a serious pain in the ass. Most of these people annoy me, anyway, and the only one that’s made an effort with me is Ochako and Punk Rock, but I blew her off.

“I will collect the votes now!”

Well, shit. I stared at the blank piece of paper and hummed thoughtfully. Oh… a grin split my lips as an idea popped into my head. I quickly scribbled down the name and balled the paper up, tossing it at Prep as he walked by. After collecting them all, he headed to the front of the room and started to calculate the results, writing names and numbers on the board. There were a lot of single votes. Guess people really did vote for themselves. Losers~

“Who voted for Aizawa-sensei?!”

“Pffft,” I bit my lip hard to stop from laughing, but his offended tone really fucking got me, man. Big Boobs and Peppermint turned to look at me, one with a weird expression, the other glaring in annoyance.

Prep slammed his hand on the lectern repeatedly. “This is an important decision, please take this seriously, Winchester!”

“Che. It ain’t that serious, fam, take a chill pill.” I huffed, leaning back in my chair. “One vote ain’t gonna make a difference.”

“Every vote matters!”

“For fuck’s sake, fine.” I scratched my cheek, glancing at the students as they looked back at me, some snickering. “I vote for Fumi,”

“Fumikage Tokoyami,” Prep nodded in satisfaction, turning to the board to add the vote. I caught Fumi’s eye and he smiled, sending me a nod.

Thankfully, I got zero votes.

Midoriya was in the lead with three votes, while Big Boobs, Momo Yaoyorozu, got two. Man, that name is hard for me to say, I hate it.

“How did I get three votes?!”

“Okay, you idiots!” Bakugo shot up from his seat, angrily slamming his hands on the surface of the desk. “Who voted for ’em?!”

“What, did you honestly think anyone was gonna vote for you?”

I mean, I thought about it doing it just for shits and giggles, but the risk that he would win, no matter how low, prevented me from doing so. Imagining that loud ass as the class rep makes my head hurt.

“What did you just say?!”

Prep sat down at his desk, his body shaking. “Zero votes… I feared this might happen, but I can’t argue with the system I chose!”

“So you voted for someone else, huh?” Yaoy… what was it again? I squinted at the board, eyes narrowed at her last name. Fuck it! I’m calling her Momo whether she likes it or not.

“But you know it was best to vote for yourself, right?” Sumo asked. “What were you trying to prove here, Iida?”

Iida, huh? I leaned back in my chair, folding my hands behind my head. I don’t know, I like the name ‘Prep’ better, honestly.

Midoriya stood up, his whole body shaking like a leaf as he headed to the front of the room, Momo standing beside him.

“Alright, the class rep is Midoriya. And our deputy is Yaoyorozu.”

“R-Really? It’s not a mistake?” Midoriya squeaked in disbelief. He’s such a timid little shit. How did someone with such little self-confidence become All Might’s successor? Makes no sense to me.

“This might not be so bad!”

“Yeah, I can get behind Midoriya, I guess.”

“Yaoyorozu was totally on top of it when it came to our training results.”

I glanced out the window at the azure sky, tuning out the class. That sense of dread is getting stronger and it’s making my fucking stomach turn. I guess I can add fucking paranoia to my list of issues.

⊱ ────── {⋅. 🔥 .⋅} ────── ⊰

Lunch arrived and students poured out of their classrooms toward the cafeteria. I hung back, not wanting to get stuck in the crowd of hungry teenagers.

“Hey, Winchester!”

I paused, glancing behind me. “Oh. Hey Rin.”

He gave me a bright smile when he finally caught up and we started down the hall. “I’ve been trying to find the right time to say hi. I’m glad you passed the exam!”

I grunted, shoving my hands into my pockets. “I only passed because of you,”

“What do you mean?”

“I didn’t know you were there,” I muttered with a shrug, looking away from him. “I just wanted to test my power, I completely forgot about the exam and about getting points. I only got in because they thought I saved you.”

He nudged my arm, smiling when I looked at him. “Whether you knew I was there or not, you did save me, but that’s not important. We both got in, right?”

“Guess you got a point. Thanks for saving me, by the way.”

He nodded. “You’re in 1-A, right?”

“Yeah, what about you?”

“1-B and guess who’s in my class~”

My brow furrowed as I thought back to the exam. “Uhh… wait, not that blonde idiot.”

“Yup! His name is Neito Monoma and he’s certainly an interesting character.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but a loud yell from in front of us stopped me. “Get the fuck outta my way, Deku!”

“You guys got the arrogant prick, Monoma. We got the loud chihuahua, Bakugo.” I commented, sending him a blank look.

Rin chuckled as he watched the blonde stomping away from Midoriya. “I think we’re a bit better off. But only a little bit.”

“Probably are. My class is fucking nuts.”

“Sounds fun,” He paused for a moment, tilting his head. “Do you mind if I join you for lunch today?”

“Hmm, sure.” I usually just sit at the end of the table, listening to my classmates ramble on and argue about stupid shit. Wait… if he sits with me that means I have to put in the effort to try and carry on a conversation with him.

Fuck my life.

⊱ ────── {⋅. 🔥 .⋅} ────── ⊰

▸ Forward

📜 Read more by checking out my masterlist 📜

If you enjoy my writing, please considering tipping me on Kofi or Cashapp. Every little bit helps and means a lot, thank you so much ^~^)/ If you can’t afford to do so, that’s okay, too, thanks for reading!

[imagitory]

D-Views: Muppet Treasure Island

Hi, everyone! Welcome to another installment of D-Views, my on-going written review series for films that fall under the Disney umbrella, as well as those that were influenced by those films! For more reviews for movies like Mary Poppins, Treasure Planet, and The Prince of Egypt, please consult my “Disney Reviews” tag and, of course, if you enjoy this review or any of the others, please consider liking and reblogging!

Today’s film is one of my childhood favorites, starring a cast of some of my favorite people, as well as frogs, pigs, and even whatevers. This is Muppet Treasure Island! (Thank you for your votes, @the-alexandrian-alchemist, @silvvergears, @extremelybears​, @livinlifelikeishould​ and @karalora​!)

Ever since 1976, the characters of the Muppet Show have been American pop culture icons. The show itself won a total of 21 Emmy nominations and four television awards over its long run, and by 1990 its cast had also starred in several critically acclaimed films (The Muppet Movie, The Great Muppet Caper, and The Muppets Take Manhattan) and the very popular animated TV show Muppet Babies. And all of that wouldn’t have been possible without the Muppets’ creator, Jim Henson.

Like at the Walt Disney Company, the loss of their leader in 1990 hit Jim Henson Productions very hard. One silver lining, however, is that just like with Walt Disney, Jim Henson was memorialized not just by the characters he created, but by his many achievements and the many friendships he’d made in life. He received a Star on the Hollywood Walk of Fame alongside Kermit the Frog; was inducted into the Television Hall of Fame; earned a memorial in his hometown Hyattsville, Maryland; was posthumously named a Disney Legend; was the focus of the heartfelt TV special The Muppets Celebrate Jim Henson; and was laid to rest with two formal funeral services complete with performances of some of his favorite songs. And just like the Walt Disney Company, even after the death of someone who meant so much to them, Jim Henson Productions got back up and promised to do more in the memory of their lost leader. Jim’s son Brian Henson took the reins and directed the Disney-co-produced Christmas movie The Muppet Christmas Carol in 1992, before he moved on to their next project and today’s subject, Muppet Treasure Island.

So, here’s the thing -- I have a LOT of nostalgia for this movie. I will be upfront about that. But even with that acknowledged, I was sort of stunned when I found out how lukewarm the reaction to this movie was, when it was released in theaters. Sure, I knew it hadn’t broken the bank, but even if it earned about $34 million worldwide, it received no honors or awards, only hit third at the box office opening weekend behind the movies Broken Arrow and Happy Gilmore, and even now only boasts an average 73% rating at Rotten Tomatoes. Critics at the time criticized how it was more “Treasure Island” than “Muppet”, with Roger Ebert calling it “less cleverly written” and Gene Siskel even more coldly deeming it “boring.” Although I’ll readily acknowledge that reading those reactions makes me want to run outside and scream “FUCK YOU, GENE SISKEL” at the top of my lungs, I promise to give a more rational review of this movie instead, one hopefully that acknowledges any possible shortcomings, but also will celebrate this film and how completely NOT boring it is.

One of the best things about this movie hits us in the face right off the bat -- the music, written by scoring giant Hans Zimmer and Nick Glennie-Smith. As much as I enjoy a lot of Muppet musicals, I attest that Muppet Treasure Island has the most cohesive score overall of any Muppet production. The Muppets were always creatures of the short, sweet vignette -- of the variety show -- of many disparate pieces sewn loosely together into a whole like a patchwork quilt. Even though The Muppet Christmas Carol’s soundtrack comes very close in its cohesion and I would say The Muppets (2011) -- my personal favorite Muppet movie -- is truer to the spirit of the Muppet Show in its music while also paying tribute to old-fashioned movie musicals, Muppet Treasure Island just paints a full-bodied picture from the off-set, building on refrains that return and morph over the course of the picture. From the very beginning, we get that this venture is NOT a standard Muppet movie. Like The Muppet Christmas Carol, the Muppets’ humor will only be part of the story told -- in TMCC, it takes a backseat to sincere emotions like love and redemption, while here in MTI, it takes a backseat to adventure and swashbuckling action.

The score also seamlessly flows into our first song, “Shiver My Timbers,” which just screams “pirate!” I’ve loved pirates ever since I was a little kid, and Muppet Treasure Island was one of the main reasons why. I was okay with Peter Pan, but Muppet Treasure Island was what really got me excited about pirates. They were rough, ruthless, and dangerous, but it was exciting to face off against them in an epic musical adventure, even if your only weapons were a couple of artfully thrown starfish. In the 90′s, pirate films weren’t really “in” -- it wouldn’t be until 2003 with the release of Pirates of the Caribbean that they became popular again -- but I think Muppet Treasure Island, through its music, really embraces the fun, action-packed thrills that Disney would later capitalize on in the Pirates films.

After our prologue, we meet Billy Bones (played by the perfectly cast Billy Connolly) and, of course, our hero, Jim Hawkins, played by newcomer Kevin Bishop. Kevin was the very first of a hundred kids who showed up for the audition to meet the casting agents, and he was selected for the part then and there. Sadly post-Muppets he moved on to stage and television, but for what it’s worth, I quite like Kevin in the role of Jim. He’s distinctly depicted as a boy, complete with a pre-puberty “boy soprano” singing voice (which I acknowledge is an acquired taste, but I personally enjoy), but that characterization only serves to accent how large of an arc he goes through over the course of the film. He starts off as smart, sincere, honest, and dreamy, but also very innocent and trusting, and over the course of the story, he learns to ground himself in who he is and what he believes in, to the point where he has to sever ties with someone he once considered a friend and mentor. Accompanying Jim in his journey are Gonzo and Rizzo, who largely serve as comic relief but do still serve as good friends and companions to Jim, as evident by the three characters’ “I Want” song, “Something Better.” Yes, Gonzo and Rizzo are sidekicks, but they’re still distinct personalities that bounce well off each other and “straight-man” Jim. Originally the filmmakers had considered simply having Gonzo and Rizzo being two characters called “Jim” and “Hawkins” respectively (splitting the part in two, not unlike what they did with Statler and Waldorf in The Muppet Christmas Carol), but due to concerns that the choice would result in a lack of heart in the finished product, that idea was scrapped. I think it ultimately was the better decision to leave the drama to the humans -- it’s not that the Muppets can’t conjure sincere emotion (just look at “Pictures in my Head” or “Man or Muppet”), but I still think having any of the existing Muppets fulfill the “coming of age” narrative the original Jim Hawkins goes through would’ve been a bit of a stretch. Even in The Muppet Christmas Carol or non-Muppet-show Jim Henson production Labyrinth, the main characters with a story arc are played by human actors who are able to ground the picture despite the cast of colorful, irreverent characters.

One of the main criticisms that critics of the time lobbed at this movie is that it feels more “Treasure Island” than “Muppet”, and in a way it’s a decent point, if not phrased very badly. Unlike in other Muppet projects, the humor plays second fiddle to the plot and the characters are not the characters we know from the Muppet Show with their Muppet Show backstories and consciousness. In The Muppet Christmas Carol, the film could very easily be seen as a “production” being put on by the Muppets, even if it’s never overtly stated as such, thanks to Gonzo (as Charles Dickens) constantly breaking the fourth wall. In Muppet Treasure Island, however, Gonzo and Rizzo have their own non-Muppet-show history as friends of Jim Hawkins way before ever meeting the other Muppets like Kermit and Sam the Eagle, and Kermit and Miss Piggy have a whole soap-opera romance that involves a wedding and getting marooned by pirates (we’ll get to that later). So yes, this is more “Treasure Island,” but it’s not less “Muppet” -- it’s less “Muppet Show.” These Muppets have different histories, but they’re the same characters despite this. Gonzo is an eccentric thrill-seeker -- Rizzo is a cowardly cynic -- Kermit is a soft-spoken pacifist -- Fozzie is a lovable dimwit -- Piggy is a self-centered diva. Think of Muppet Treasure Island as a Muppet AU fanfiction -- these may not be exactly the characters you know, and yet...they are! They’re the exact same big personalities with the same quirks, strengths, and weaknesses, just in an alternate universe. And honestly, I think it’s really cool, to see these sorts of characters so exclusively used for comedy in a world that’s not flat-out comedic -- one that’s kind of dirty and rough around the edges, with swashbuckling action and real danger around every corner.

The nice thing is that although yes, the comedy isn’t the central focus anymore, there is still really good humor in this film, a lot of it thanks to the shift in tone. There’s just something so very, very funny to me about Billy Bones’s death scene being followed up by Rizzo, Gonzo, and Jim just flat-out freaking out and dashing out of the room screaming like stupid kids, or the tense action scene where the pirates storm into the inn being punctuated by Rizzo trying to help Gonzo load the gun, only to spill the bag of bullets, or the epic entrance of the illustrious Captain Smollett’s carriage ending with the tall, solemn coachman stepping aside to reveal the Captain himself, played by Kermit the Frog. I think it plays into the ideas of subverting expectations and building up a punchline properly before delivering the joke -- as each scene is built up, we’re left constantly unsure if the film’s going to play things straight or just be completely irreverent, and the contrast is what can make a joke much funnier than in a purely, solely humorous scenario. There are a few points where the contrast can become a bit labored, but I laugh so much more during this movie that I ever have watching my favorite reruns of the Muppet Show, no matter how much I enjoy them. It’s something that, again, the Pirates of the Caribbean films would capitalize on much later. (Too bad they couldn’t incorporate that humor into any catchy musical numbers! Disney, where’s my Pirates of the Caribbean musical?)

Aha, and now we come to the brightest of the shining stars in this film -- our villain, Long John Silver, played by the amazing Tim Curry. I’m sorry, it’s an incontrovertible truth that Curry is a unique, magical ingredient that, when added to any movie, just elevates the cinematic dish to a whole new level and leaves you drooling for one more scene with him. I remember someone once saying that Curry is sort of like a Muppet in human skin thanks to his outrageous, yet likable acting, and...yeah, it makes it so that he fits perfectly in this movie, where he has to interact so closely with the Muppets. The nice thing is, though, that he also has a lot of chemistry with his human co-star Kevin Bishop, to the extent that you sincerely feel for the relationship that forms between Jim and Silver even if you know Silver’s intentions from the start. I particularly like their exchange in the ridiculously catchy “Sailing for Adventure,” as well as their scene at the front of the ship where they discuss their fathers and the stars.

Just as the adventure is getting going, however, it stops dead with the wind’s abandonment of the Hispaniola. Out of nowhere, the ship breaks out into the most ridiculous, most “Muppet” of all of the musical numbers, “Cabin Fever.” The song was one of my favorite parts when I was little and it’s always made me laugh, but it’s definitely the biggest detour of the movie that up until that point lived in its own pirate-centric world. It’s a very short-lived detour and as I said, it’s ridiculously funny, but it doesn’t have any bearing on the plot and I could see how people might find it kind of pointless, particularly since it doesn’t even feature three of our main characters, Jim, Silver, or Smollett. One other critique I will give the film is that some of the effects nowadays don’t look very real, like the Hispaniola being composited over still matte paintings -- there are points where the production values remind me a bit of the old Wishbone TV series, where they have to angle the shot just so or get creative just to try to make the ship look as big as it should be. But honestly, there were points where Wishbone impressed me with those same sorts of layering and green-screen effects despite its limited budget, and those cheaper effects don’t look tacky or out-of-place, so I personally don’t mind them that much.

Because this is a Muppet movie, it’s unsurprising that our Mr. Arrow (played by Sam the Eagle) isn’t really killed, instead just being tricked off of the ship by a manipulative Silver, but it says something that, even with that softened plot turn, the stakes are not completely dismantled. We still see the pirates as a legitimate threat when they kidnap Jim and take over the Hispaniola, even when they burst into song. Tim Curry’s “only number,” “A Professional Pirate,” is a perfect expression of his expert, charming showmanship, which in my mind truly can’t be matched by any other performer in Hollywood, past or present. No one gives a performance like Tim Curry. It makes it so that even when I was a bratty kid getting irritated about Silver calling privateer Sir Francis Drake a pirate and using “buccaneer” as a synonym for “pirate,” I would sing this song at the top of my lungs, trying to even reach 75% of the energy Curry put into his vocals.

At long last, Miss Piggy makes her grand debut as “Queen Boom Sha-Kal-a-Kal,” a.k.a. Benjamina Gunn. Although the diva doesn’t end up getting much screentime, she certainly gets a grand entrance, complete with an elephant steed decorated with flowers and a full musical number complete with a tribal chant and ethereal vocalizing. And true to form, when she lays eyes on her one true love, Kermit...she smacks him so hard that he’s thrown backwards off his feet and into a gong. What’s particularly interesting about Piggy in this movie is that although she and Fozzie are voiced by Frank Oz as always, both she and Fozzie were actually puppeted by Kevin Clash, as Oz was unavailable during this film’s production, and Oz’s vocals for both characters were added in post-production. Despite the difference in puppeteer, however, both characters are just as likable as ever -- I’d honestly had no clue that they weren’t performed by the same person! The film even got to use the full-bodied remote-controlled puppets for Kermit and Piggy for the love duet “Love Led Us Here,” which is kicked off by an Evita joke I never got as a kid but as an adult makes me grin like a friggin’ idiot. Fortunately the duet is inter-cut with Silver and the pirates finding the treasure, rather than it being chock-full of romantic flashbacks or prolonged looks between the two lovebirds, giving it a lighter tone than it would’ve had otherwise.

With a much reduced crew comprised only of Rizzo, Gonzo, Squire Trelawney, Dr. Honeydew, Beaker, and the newly returned Mr. Arrow, Jim comes to Benjamina and Smollett’s rescue and returns to Treasure Island to face Silver and the pirates. The action scene is full of humor, but because of the world established in the rest of the film, I would argue it still has stakes. The blows still hurt and there’s still a threat of defeat and danger, most notably when Long John Silver prepares to fight. Even if you don’t think the Muppets are going to die persay, you still feel the suspense in wanting to see what’s going to happen next. And when Silver surrenders, he himself can see the real treasure Jim found on his adventure -- a family...a group of people Muppets who will support him and encourage the very best in him.

Silver’s escape scene is a beautifully heart-wrenching scene -- one that could only have been earned by two excellent performances over the course of the film by Kevin Bishop and Tim Curry. Even though both Silver and Jim know that they’re different people and they could never walk the same path, it doesn’t mean that they don’t still greatly esteem and care about each other. In Jim’s case, it’s especially difficult, given that in parting ways with Silver, he has to cut loose of a very poor potential father figure who would’ve only dragged him down in the long run, but who was so likable in his own damaged way. It proves to be a very bittersweet scene sprinkled into a very happy, cheerful ending, complete with the chipper island-inspired end credits bop “Love Power.”

Muppet Treasure Island is -- in my opinion, at least -- one of the best Muppet movies ever made. It broke away from quite a few Muppet conventions, like the characters breaking the fourth wall and being aware of themselves being in a movie or TV show, and embraced a much less humorous tone in both its writing and cinematography. Yes, it reimagined a classic book like The Muppet Christmas Carol did, but this movie took the next step, embracing the world of the original novel as well as the set-up and immersing the Muppets’ cast of characters in it. Although I can see why some people would be more partial to the original Muppet movie formula and love it a lot myself, I really, really respect Brian Henson and the rest of this film’s crew for taking the Muppets in such a different direction. It was an entertaining, action-packed, funny pirate movie before those sorts of movies became popular again, and it remains my favorite “pirate” movie of all time, as well as my personal favorite incarnation of the Treasure Island story (barely beating out Treasure Planet). I know childhood nostalgia can play a role in what media can give you joy as an adult, but I truly don’t think it’s the only factor here -- it’s also just a really good movie, and I can only hope that more people will consider giving it a chance and have just as much fun Sailing for Adventure as I did!

[faean]

Adamance of a Dragon

Collaborator: @i-am-here-with-fanfic.

Rating: T+; Mild Language and Some Conflict

Word Length: 2,396

Chapter 8 (1/2)- Show Me Your Will; Prepare Thyself 

         ___

         Soon, my little dragonling…

         I awoke with a start, tossing several pillows as a golden white spear appeared in my left, readied at the empty space before my bed. Realizing I was alone, I heaved a heavy sigh before calming myself, folding my wings behind me as my tail swished about my waist. Slipping out of bed, I began my morning routine.

         Blonde roasted Kona coffee being brewed as I changed from my pajamas into a plain black long sleeve and blue jeans, my moccasins on and jacket draped over my shoulders. Aaron’s favorite breakfast on the stove as I drank straight from the coffee pot and called him downstairs.

         He was… Understandably disheveled. He did not bother to fix his hair, and his uniform was sloppily buttoned. None of my attempts at lightening his mood succeeded, and he remained, for the lack of a more appropriate word, catatonic.

         Sluggishly picking at his food, he merely mumbled ‘time to go’ before trudging to his bag and out the door.

         While I had my suspicions, and was not entirely surprised to learn that All Might is his father, I could not have predicted he would be so…

         Broken.

         Aaron is a strong and caring person, but he refuses to rely on others and rarely opens up about how he is truly feeling. It is why he pushes himself during his practices, and why Aria asks me to keep an eye on him. He has hardly, if ever, been careful about his personal health, although, I must admit I am not much better.

         But merely holding back is not as self-destructive as holding it in.

         ---

         School was not much better. We had to make our way through a massive crowd of reporters and journalists; fortunately, a little magic goes a long way when tampering with electronics. That was not the end to them, of course. During lunch, as I sat with Shouji and Tokoyami, there was an uproar.

         People began scrambling to escape the cafeteria as an emergency bell and warning rang. Rather than be jostled and shoved every which way, I took to the ceiling and spotted Aaron clinging to the wall.

         I glided towards him, and he pointed at the strikingly familiar mob of reporters swarming Aizawa and Present Mic. While obvious to us that they were the cause of the chaos, it took Iida spinning through the air and slamming into the wall above the entrance as he shouted to regain order and calm everyone.

         One good thing came of it, though, as Aaron seemed much more receptive. I do not think he will ever be the same after yesternight, but I do hope he decides his own fate. He has so much potential, and I know he can be so much more than just a figure skater (which is saying a lot, given his numerous accolades and offers).

         The path he chooses is up to him, and I will support him for as long as I can but, for now, I will simply remain at his side until he needs me.

         And until that time comes, I will-

         Prepare thyself, my little dragonling…

         A shiver ran down my spine as I trailed behind Aaron out of the cafeteria. We were making our way back to class before lunch ended, and there was nary another student in the halls, much less a female one with an ethereal voice that echoed in my fucking head.

         It probably was not best to unseal my Anima form. Unlike the splitting migraines caused by my Prudentia form, this one caused something a little more…strenuous, I suppose. It dulls my senses and makes me more susceptible to mind-altering effects, such as hypnosis and invasive telepathy. Fortunately, segmenting my magic like this reduces the damage done to my body.

         Of course, using my Quirk correctly and freely is the best option, but I…

         Let us just say that a time will come when I shall fight at my best and beyond, but until that day, I would prefer not to draw attention to myself. There is a reason my hero suit is an all-encompassing cloak.

         “Faian, can you drop my stuff off at mom’s later tonight? I forgot to bring it with me…” Aaron spoke, bringing me out of my thoughts.

         While he still had a wisp of exhaustion in his voice, he looked better. Answering with a simple nod, I gave him a small kiss on the forehead before bidding ‘farewell’ as we entered our respective classrooms.

         I hope you’re ready.

         As much as I wanted to ignore her voice, she is powerful. If she claims something is going to happen, I must keep attentive. Of course, she cannot be trusted, so it would be wise not to take it to heart.

         Paradoxical, no?

         Looking at the clock in the empty classroom, it read ’12:38’, still twelve minutes before the next period, which is hero training. I was hoping to get some rest, shifting out of my school uniform and pulling a container of saltwater from my bag when a few of my classmates returned. Downing it quickly, as my body requires it to stay physically nourished (much like how a regular person would need to drink plain water, but it also helps with my limited regeneration), I placed the bottle back in my bag as Yaoyorozu and Todoroki took their seats. Shouji and Tokoyami went to the back of the classroom near me and were joined by Asui.

         Tokoyami was the first to speak, asking “So, who did you vote for, Nadal? You didn’t receive any which means you didn’t vote for yourself.”

         “Were you the one vote Iida got? He did say he voted for someone else.” Asui chimed in.

         Nodding, I answered “Indeed. I have no desire to lead, and his suggestion of a democratic vote simply demanded my own. Truthfully, not voting for himself only cemented my support. A good leader realizes their people take precedence, not themselves.”

         “Yes, but, by that logic, you would also make a good leader.” Yaoyorozu claimed.

         Todoroki was quick to add “You appeared calm and rational in the recording All Might showed us yesterday, too. Not to mention you have more experience in hero work. Why else would our teachers trust you as their aid, Faian?”

         While there was some surprise that Todoroki used my first name, I did clarify that I do not use his, and that if any of the four of them wished, they may use it as well. After all, I do enjoy their company, even if it has only been a few days. Although, I did have to help on pronunciation (Fae-in, it means ‘being of/belonging to magic’).

         ---

         “If we’re pointing out the obvious then there’s something I wanna say… about you, actually.” Tsuyu said, her attention on Midoriya.

         I was seated beside Todoroki, who I believe is currently napping. I would do the same, but these classmates of mine sure are entertaining.

         Midoriya become flustered at the comparison to All Might but calmed when everyone began to talk about their own Quirks. I would not be surprised if he had a connection to All Might as personal as Aaron’s, especially if his Quirk is not his own; however, my thoughts were quickly interrupted as Kirishima began making comparisons.

         “Well, if any of our classmates have pro Quirks, it’s Todoroki and Bakugou. Nadal, too.”

         Tsuyu added, “Sure, but Bakugou’s always angry, so he’ll never be that popular. And we haven’t even seen Faian in actual action.”

         That certainly seemed to rile the Iratus Catella. He began to argue, but Kaminari soon pegged him as having an awful personality (his verbiage was a bit… lacking). Naturally, this only spurred him on.

         Fortunately, Aizawa reestablished some semblance of order as he told us we had reached our destination.

         As we stood, gathered in front of the massive structure towering over us, the Space Hero, Thirteen, greeted us. She, or is it he? They?

         Thirteen began to explain that they had created the facility before us ‘to deal with different types of disasters’. It was dubbed the Unforeseen Simulation Joint, USJ for short.

         While I was admiring the sheer volume of the USJ, the conversation between Aizawa and Thirteen definitely caught my attention, more so when my little clover seemed to understand what they had meant by All Might exhausting his power. This is turning out to be quite an interesting week.

         “Listen carefully.” Thirteen began. I’m sure you’re aware that I have a powerful Quirk. It’s called Black Hole. I can use it to suck up anything and turn it into dust.”

         After a few comments from the class (Midoriya) about how they’ve used their Quirk to save people, they continued. “That’s true, but my Quirk could also very easily be used to kill.”

         I take it back; the past twenty-four hours have been exceedingly exciting.

         “Some of you also have powers that can be dangerous. In our superhuman society, all Quirks are certified and stringently regulated so we often overlook how unsafe they can actually be. Please don’t forget that if you lose focus or make the wrong move, your powers can be deadly. Even is you’re trying to do something virtuous, like rescue someone.”

         They were right. While not as obvious in Japan, many other countries, including the States, suffer from a rather disproportionate percentage of villain attacks and Quirk misuse.

         “Thanks to Aizawa’s fitness tests, you have a solid idea of your Quirk’s potential. And because of All Might’s combat training and Nadal’s review, you likely experienced how dangerous your powers can be when used against other people. Carry those lessons over to this class. Today, you’re going to learn how to use your Quirks to save people’s lives.”

         It will be their own that they must save, my little dragonling…

         I tensed and readied myself for what may come as Thirteen continued to give their instruction.

         “You won’t be using your powers to attack enemies or each other, only to help. After all, that’s what being a hero is all about. Ensuring the safety of others. That’s all I have to say. Thank you so much for listening.”

         Many of my classmates gave a cheer before Aizawa began his part of the-

         Show me your will.

         Electricity crackled, and the fountain in the center of the USJ began to sputter before a misty spiral of black and purple spun into existence, warping the area.

         A portal. One that burst into the foreboding shapeless body of a person as villains spilled from its depths.

         “Stay together and don’t move!” Aizawa commanded. “Thirteen. Protect the students! Legend, on me!”

         Confusion spread over the class as Aizawa barked at them to ‘stay back’. I made my way to the front, my hood obscuring the upper half of my face.

         “This is real. Those are villains.”

         Two of the villains spoke, revealing that they infiltrated U.A. and were behind the press storming the campus. My concern only grew as they continued to speak.

         They came for All Might.

         They want Aaron’s father dead, and it appears as if they have prepared for this. If they believe they can face the strongest hero, as well as Eraser Head and Thirteen, then they cannot be trifled with.

         A man with grayish-blue hair was making the threats, and while his childlike demeanor and the numerous hands adorning his body definitely grave credence to his villainous intentions, he made a fatal mistake.

         He underestimated us.

         Admittedly, that would be more reassuring if the alarms were not being blocked and if my classmates would calm themselves.

         “Thirteen, get them outta here. And alert the main campus. Actually, if they’ve got the ability to block our sensors, then they might be jamming our regular communications, too.” Aizawa was on top of things, managing to keep himself and the others collected. “Kaminari, try using your Quirk to contact the school.”

         Midoriya quickly interjected, claiming Aizawa could not face so many villains on his own.

         “You can’t be a pro if you only have one trick. I’ll leave it to you, Thirteen. Legend, make sure no one makes it past the stairs.”

         With his final order, Eraser Head leapt from his position and confronted the assortment of villains. I gave a nod to Thirteen as I sauntered down the stairs. Extending my left to my side, I summoned six rapiers of swirling wind and lighting before launching them at the base of the steps, already blowing back and electrocuting several villains when they embedded themselves in the ground.

         Although, I did not have much to do. Eraser Head was effortlessly making his way through the villains, and I merely sat at the bottom of the steps, my blades preventing whatever villain thought they got passed him and could take on a kid.

         You’re slipping.

         She was right. With my attention on Eraser Head, and his own fixated on his next target, the misty warping villain had gotten past us. I took one of my blades and incapacitated a few villains with their backs turned near me before one countered me and knocked it out my grasp.

         Leaping into the air after and connecting my feet with the hilt, I kicked off it, rocketing back up the stairs as the blade shot back at the villain, piercing through the earth in front of them before letting off a small tempest.

         Summoning a great Zweihänder in my right, I prepared myself to face the villain, but he was much too ready. Creating a swirling dome of mist, he ensnared most of the class and Thirteen, and opened a portal directly in front of me. Unable to slow down or dodge it, I turned to try and see if another would open as my exit point.

         I was sent hurtling into the fountain, destroying it and momentarily losing consciousness from the impact. It was for a moment, but enough to dispel my constructs and undo the seal hiding my natural form.

         Thankfully, my cloak was made specifically to accommodate any transformations (mainly just my natural form; Prudentia and Anima were a later experiment and are not as drastic). Figuring most everyone else was teleported, I deemed it best to aid Eraser Head more directly. I should save my magic and take advantage of my physical prowess.

         ___

I, surprisingly, had a great deal of fun writing this chapter. I cannot wait to share the next part!

Also, for those who celebrate Thanksgiving (being Native American and European, I definitely do), have a wondrous time! For those of you who do not, all the better for getting in those Black Friday lines sooner.

Beta Reader, Editor, and Co-Author- @i-am-here-with-fanfic

[eerythingisshaka]

Wakanda Got Y’all Pt. 2

[Black Panther x Insecure Mashup]

Word Count: 2.7K

Part 1

Issa stands in front of the mirror.  Her hair still fresh and moisturized, skin glowing, outfit popping (as much as it can for business).  She takes a deep breath to commence her final touches.

Listen here, sweetie, ain’t nobody got time for this.

You either gonna be down, or you can walk, sis.

Bald head, bad ass bitches don’t phase me.

They don’t know nothin bout this Westside, we brazy!

Don’t be expecting no rose petals for ya feet.

Soothe your sole with this heat and hard ass concrete.

But once this meeting done, don’t run off, thinkin we through.

I’m tryna see, daddy, what the fuck up with you?

Call me Hogwarts Express, cuz I need 9 ¾

Your cousin too, my pussy been on Hoarders.

“Issa!!  If you don’t bring your ass on!”  Molly calls out from the living room.  Issa snaps out of her rap, cursing under her breath.

“Shit, why you so damn loud!”  Issa takes out her lippie stick, applying a subtle nude color to her lips.

“Bitch, I heard your whole damn concert in there.  Quit wastin’ time.   This baddie turns back into a potato with a quickness.”  Molly polishes off her pregame drink and digs through her purse for her compact.

“Aight, granny.   How I look?”  Issa does a spin.  Navy blazer, hip hugging pencil skirt, with a white crop top that covers her midsection just enough.

Molly leans back, giving a look of surprised approval.  “Mk!  I see you!  Perfect business to play outfit.  Cuz that blazer can come off, roll that crop top up a little, and pull that skirt down a touch, and you clubbin!”

Issa sticks her hip out, pointing to Molly, “You know it, bitch!  Aight, let me pour a drink and we can be out.”

Molly looks at her phone, waving Issa down, “Uh uh, we ain’t got the time, come on.  Kellie waiting for us.”

“Wait, what?  Why is Kellie there?”  Issa asks.

“She down there for happy hour with her co-workers, so she glad we can water down the whiteness around her.”  Molly says as she opens the front door.

Making their way to the bar, Issa gets a text from Frieda.  “Ok, Molly, I’ll see you in a bit.  Frieda already has a table with the guys.”

Molly nods, “Ok.  I’ll hang with Kellie then you just give me the cue for me to stumble on y’all with the ‘Oh my God!  I didn’t know you’d be here!’ shit.”  She says with the emphasis of a hair flip.

Issa sucks her teeth, “Girl calm yourself down.  I got you.”  

Issa sees Frieda with T’Challa and Erik, waving excitedly, “Hey Issa!  You made it!”  

T’Challa stands up, still wearing his trademark long coats with embellishments.  “Thank you for coming.  You look lovely.”

Issa smiles a little too goofily, “No, you look really great.  They have a coat check, you know where we came in at?”

Erik laughs into his drink, “I told yo ass you overdressed.  Wassup Is?”  He leans back, flashing his golds, chain gleaming.

Issa sits down.  “I didn’t mean it like that, I just-”

T’Challa waves his hands, “You don’t have to apologize.  I know you meant well.  I have not caught up with American fashion outside of jeans and hoodies yet.”

Erik chimes in, “And you just askin for a stop and frisk with that one, cuz.”

“We actually had a talk on police involvement with minorities in the community.”  Frieda says smiling.

Erik turns to her glaring, “And how’d that work out for ya?”

Frieda smirks tucking a hair behind her ear, “I say it went pretty good.  The dialogue got a little rowdy but I feel like the police chief really heard our concerns and-”

“‘Our’?  Oh, they your concerns too, Farrah?”  Erik asks.  T’Challa places a hand on Erik’s shoulder to signal him to ease up.

Issa continues to clean up Frieda’s words, “She means the concerns of We Got Y’all as a program that helps minorities in a majority of the time.  And though the talk was thought provoking and engaging, it still has yet to be seen where police reform has begun.  A kid just got arrested last week.  A guy got shot before that and was charged for assaulting the officer when his camera so happened to be off; and the cop was never charged.  So…”

Erik nods, waving down a bartender.  “That’s real.  Whatchu drinkin, need to lighten your mood up.”

T’Challa looks at Erik sideways, “Issa is talking about things that you never stop talking about.  What is the problem with that?”

“Listen, are we trying to promote police reform or teach these kids to read and give em some food?  Like, we hella left right now.”  Erik says tossing his toothpick.

Frieda nods, “Erik is right.  That is why I brought some samples of our programs brochures listing our services to keep us on track and you all can add or ask about what is there!”  The waiter comes over to get a drink orders for the table.

Over at the bar Molly is sipping, waiting for Kellie to break from her crowd and join her.

“Can I get beer please, whatever is on tap is fine.”  A deep voice orders beside her.

Molly looks up and sees a tall, thick, chocolate shake towering at the bar.   She looks away, eyes bucking with excitement as she smooths her hair and sits up a little straighter and turning her body towards him a little and accidentally bumping his leg.

“Oh, sorry about that.”  Molly looks at him expectantly.

He looks down at his leg and back at Molly, “It’s alright.  No harm done.”

Molly twists in her seat smirking, “None at all.  No harm in hearing that voice speak again either.”

He nods looking smug, “Ahh, you are good, I see you.”

Molly offers a hand, “Good to be seen.  I’m Molly.”

“I am M’Baku.”  His hand envelopes hers completely.  

She shivers at the thought of them gripping her up but keeps it cute.  “Ohhh, you are M’Baku!  My friend Issa is supposed to be meeting two guys here for work.  They mentioned you.”

M’Baku’s beer arrives and he sits down.  “Right.  I was drug along to just experience some of the town more than for business.  Though I support T’Challa’s cause.”

Molly nods to seem intrigued, “Yeah, of course.  And Issa is lucky to be working with an international monarch such as himself to help the community here.  It’s crazy.”

M’Baku chuckles to himself.  “A monarch, like he is the only one.”

Molly furrows her brow.  “Well, he is King of, what is it, Wakanda right?”

M’Baku sips his drink breathing deeply in thought.  “Technically yes.  It just takes some getting used to since he is so new to it.  He has a lot to learn, and I think I have something to do with that.”

“Are you one of his secondhand men?  I don’t know what you would call it, but you help him?”  Molly plays with her drink.

M’Baku clears his throat, putting more bass in his tone, “Second to no one,I lead my own people and represent them in order for Wakanda to keep some humanity within itself for its diverse tribal set.  It can get lost on them that we are not all the same, thinking the same.”

Molly warms up to M’Baku’s critical thinking, “That is a good point.  Wow, you are so-”

“GIRL!  Those white folks would NOT let me GO!  Being the only Black always makes you the life of the party and shit I’m tired.”

Molly looks to her other side to see Kellie ordering from the bartender.  “They wear you out, Kels?”

“Somehow I am more tired from boredom than I ever been having fun.  What gives with that?” Kellie’s drink comes through and she downs it.  M’Baku sits up, leaning to look over at Kellie.  “How are you this evening, Miss?”

Molly clears her throat, “Oh, Kellie, this is M’Baku.  He is one of Issa’s work associates colleagues.”

Kellie pauses giving M’Baku the once over, “Where you from, sounding like the leader of a free world I want to move to?”

M’Baku flashes a smile bigger than Molly has seen yet. “I am from Wakanda.  Have you heard of it?”

Kellie screws her face up shaking her head, “Mm-mm.  I ain’t ready for the Motherland yet.  I can’t handle them many marriage proposals at once.  I know y’all like ya women plump to pump.”

Molly’s eyes widen as she turns to Kellie embarrassed.  “Kellie??  What the fuck.  Stop throwing around stereotypes like that!”  Molly turns to apologize to MBaku but he is gone.  Looking back to Kellie, she sees he is next to her now.

“Stereotypes aside, you are not far from the truth with me, umhle.”  M’Baku takes Kellie’s hand, eyes smoldering as he kisses it.

Kellie clutches her pearls turning to Molly, “See what the hell I’m talking about?  These curves are catnip!  Ugh, my curse, but oh well!  M’Baku, was it?  Do you have a social standing where you are from?”

M’Baku stands a little taller with pride, “I am leader of the Jabari tribe.  Wakanda’s fiercest warrior, unmatched.”

Kellie grabs her purse, “Ok, Baku, come on.  Let’s walk and talk about this a little bit.  Molly, it’s been fun.  This cat bout to try and get stuck up a tree.”

Molly sits there. Mouth agape, “Kellie!  You not really-”

Kellie looks back at her, arm hooked with M’Baku’s who is looking down at her with admiration, “I can, and I will until this trunk is demolished.  M’Baku, you don’t mind a little forestry on your women, right?”

As they walk out, Molly is at the bar alone yet again as she orders another drink.  This broken pussy phase just won’t leave her.

Issa looks back at the bar to see Molly chilling by herself and gets concerned.  The meeting with everyone is looking like it’s about done.

Frieda collects her brochures satisfied.  “We covered quite a bit today.  Thanks T’Challa for the budgeting advice and Erik we will consider some of your program ideas.  I’ll try my best for the gun range trip but I can’t make any promises.”

Erik shrugs, “As long as it’s you talking to another you, I can’t see how it’ll fail.  Just don’t say it was my idea and you got this Felicity.”

Frieda smiles, “It’s Frieda but thank you for the vote of confidence.  Issa I’m going to call it a night, are you all sticking around or….”

Issa looks to them and to Molly, “Yeah, we probably won’t be long but I think we’ll be here.”

Frieda says her goodbyes leaving Issa with T’Challa and Erik.  T’Challa looks at her with warmth, stirred by the alcohol, whereas Erik is sitting back wide legged just waiting for an opportunity.

“Hey um, Erik, can you get order me something from the bar?  I haven’t seen a waiter in forever.”  Issa asks trying to get alone time with T’Challa.

Erik plays with another toothpick in his mouth, “You got legs don’t you?”

Seeing his smirk, Issa busts an eye roll.  T’Challa says, “And people think I am the heathen for where I am from.   I could get it for you, if you would like?”  As T’Challa goes to stand, Issa puts a hand on T’Challa’s, shook by her own actions, “No!  Uhhh.  It’s fine.”  As T’Challa sits back Issa texts Molly the SOS to come through.  Molly comes over and sits with a depressed plop.  “Hey, y’all.”

Erik takes notice of Molly.  “Who are you?  This ya girl, Is?  Steppin out on me?”

Issa clicks her tongue, “I’m not gay, Erik.  This is Molly, my best friend.  What’s wrong with you, girl?”

Molly shrugs, “I thought I had something to lockdown with one of they little friends.”  Molly waves her hand lazily toward T’Challa and Erik.  “But Kellie swooped in on him.”

T’Challa looked at Molly incredulously.  “M’Baku came out of his shell that fast, eh?”

Molly snaps her fingers, “Soon as she sat down he was enraptured.”

Erik looks at Molly, leaning back and to the side to check her out under the table. “I understand the feelin.  I never introduced myself, I’m Erik.”  

Molly takes his hand hesitantly, “Nice to meet you.  So, y’all cousins but don’t sound like you all from the same area.”

Erik shakes his head slowly, “Nah we ain’t, princess.”

Molly leans over to Issa, “Princess?  He forget my name already?”

T’Challa cuts in, “That is just his signature name for girls he is interested in.  It usually just annoys them at first mention.”  He says while side-eyeing Erik.  “Whereas I can actually make someone a Princess, so it is much more appealing.”  T’Challa takes his drink looking at Issa, who looks away nervously at the implication.

Erik sucks his teeth, “Aight, enough with that royal bullshit.  I just know what a future Queen looks like when I see one.  Respectable and shit, what you do for a living?”

Molly wags a finger, “Nah nigga, list your credentials first.”

Erik sits up chin pointed toward Molly, “Aight then.  Naval Academy grad, double majoring in Physics and Mechanical Engineering. Special Ops in the Navy, taking a break from that though now.”

All Molly heard was ‘engineer’ and benefits.  “You know what, as a lawyer, it couldn’t hurt for you to have my number in case of anything.”  She digs out her business card, writing her cell on the back of it.

Erik takes it, kissing it. “Got you.  Never know.”

T’Challa turns to Issa, “Can I walk you out?  Unless you were staying, I’m about to head out.”

Issa shakes her head emphatically, “No!  Not at all.  Molly’s my ride though so….”  Issa looks to Molly.  Molly give Issa a look pointing her head at Erik.  Issa looks at the card she gave Erik and a stern look.  Molly  rolls her eyes getting up.  “Uhhh yeah, long day at the office tomorrow so…”

Erik comes around to her side of the table as she stands up.  “Ain’t nothin wrong with work hard.  Builds character...and a sweat.”

Molly gets a full view of Eriks physique and height and has to fight back a Joker smile.  “You know that’s what I am known for; my stamina.  No matter how big the job, I don’t give up until it is done!”

T’Challa looks between Erik and Molly confused.  Issa takes notice.  “All right!  Hard workers in the house, woooo!  Let’s go!”

Walking outside, the group makes it to the car; Erik and Molly on the driver’s side, Issa and T’Challa on the other.

“So, let me thank you once again for taking on this task with me.  I feel less like a fish out of water with you here.”  T’Challa says sincerely.

Issa looks at her feet, “No problem!  You guys are giving me fresh ideas and of course the funding is mad important so it couldn’t grow without input!”

T’Challa smiles, the apples of his cheeks pooping out so definitively.  Issa can’t help but smile back.  “Until next time Miss Issa.”  T’Challa holds out his hand shaking hers and holding it firmly.  Issa feels electric with his hand in hers as they look at each other, not sure how to move on.

“Aye!  Y’all done, let’s go!”  Erik is walking down the parking lot as he yells for T’Challa.  

Breaking the trance T’Challa waves goodbye to Issa and Molly.

Issa gets in the car, where Molly airs out her thoughts.  “Now you never said, they were that damn fine.”

Issa shrugs trying to sound cool.  “What am I supposed to say?  I don’t need a workplace harassment claim on my hands.”

Molly smiles shaking her head as she peels out the lot, “I still can’t believe Kellie swooped in on guy like that.  I thought we were connecting!  But Erik cool too.  He seem a little headstrong but-”

“Long as that HEAD strong, you good, right?  That’s what you were gonna say?”

Molly looks at her stone faced.  “And I did just start a new vitamin regimen to boost my levels.  I’m just missing one…”

“HE WANNA GIVE ME THAT VITAMIN D!”  they say in unison.

Part 3

RagTag

@hbicprettyprincess @kimianostalgia @afraiddreamingandloving @chaneajoyyy @myfavemarvelfanfics

Other Works

King Kil’mawalls  

T’akia

Some Weeks Are Better Than Others

Commencement Day

Song of Stevens

The Coffee Prince

N’Jadaka’s Helpful Hands

If I Could Do It All Again

#SundaySweat

[ddagent]

Sneak Peek Sunday

Suggested by the amazing @sententiousandbellicose, I present Sneak Peek Sunday. Every week I shall post a snippet from one of my WIPs, whether it’s yet to be finished or just waiting to be edited.

This is from a story called The Retreat. Fairly self explanatory: Bernie and Serena attend a team building retreat with the rest of AAU and are actually denied the opportunity to share a bed. Read the story so far, here:

Serena didn’t know why Hanssen thought that team building was necessary for AAU. They had been voted ‘Best Ward’ three years in a row, and had the lowest staff turnover in the hospital. After being presented with the brochure, Serena had tried to argue that AAU regularly held team building sessions in Albie’s after work. But Hanssen hadn’t bought it. So rather than getting in another round, AAU was packed off to a team building weekend in Kent. Trust falls, lengthy presentations, kayaking…the only benefit to the entire weekend was the blonde sitting beside her.

 Serena slipped one hand from the steering wheel to rest on Bernie’s knee, giving it a squeeze as she made the last turn of their journey. She was gifted by the sight of her co-lead’s fine pink blush in the side mirror. “Nearly there.”

 “Good, I’m knackered. Looking forward to a good kip.” Bernie leant back against the car seat, flipping through the brochure once more. “You know, there’s actually quite a few nice activities going on. Swimming, capture the flag. Even a quiz. Pity Jason couldn’t come with us.”

 “What about a wine tasting?”

 Bernie shook her head; blonde curls tumbling across the white oxford she wore. “Sorry, Serena. Unit Builders is actually a dry retreat. Not a drop in the place.”

 She would later blame her sharp brakes on the erratic driving of the car in front. But in reality it was the thought of a weekend away listening to overenthusiastic team builders without a single glass of Shiraz. “Well that’s just…fabulous.”

 “I’m sure you can survive seventy-two hours without a glass of wine, Serena Campbell.” Bernie smirked as she tossed the brochure on the back seat (and sadly not where it belonged – out the window). “Listen, this isn’t exactly my ideal weekend either. But surely there is something you’re looking forward to.”

 “Not that I can think of.” Bernie’s creeping hand up her thigh ruined the petulant frown she was cultivating. “Fine. I am looking forward to spending some time together just the two of us. We’ve been so busy lately, we’ve barely had a chance to talk about, you know-“

 “Us.”

 Serena nodded, smiling. “Yes, us. It’s overdue.”

 Six months overdue. The kiss they shared after Fletch’s stabbing had been a moment of weakness. Common sense giving way to attraction and pleasure. They’d danced around each other for weeks after that; neither one wanting to get too close lest they succumb. Bernie’s sabbatical to Kiev gave them both the time and space to repair their friendship. Both had expected things to return to normal once she returned. Neither had expected the soft kiss Serena had given her upon her return; nor the aching hug where Bernie had buried her head in the juncture of Serena’s neck. They didn’t talk, after. No awkward conversation over a glass of wine. They just danced to a different tune. Longer looks, firmer touches. Drunken snogs in the back of Bernie’s car. Both of them were just waiting for the other to be ready.

 Serena was ready. And she was tired of waiting

 Staring at Bernie, Serena realised this was a good a time as any to bring it up. “Just so you’re aware, Henrik was only able to get us three rooms at the retreat.”

 Bernie’s throat bobbed. “Really?”

 “Yes. Now, Fletch and Raf will of course have one room.”

 “Of course.”

 “And Morven’s a young woman; she doesn’t want to share with two old biddies.”

 Serena could see Bernie’s smirk in the corner of her eye. “Absolutely. So, I guess, that means we’ll have to share a room.”

 “A bed.” She risked taking her eyes off the road to meet Bernie’s gaze. “It’s a double bed, rather than two twins. But I think we’re grown up enough to share, don’t you?”

 Bernie’s moan was barely audible over the sound of Radio Four. But it stirred something inside Serena. She felt her stomach flutter at the thought of them sharing pillows, duvets; legs and arms tangled together. Out of blouses and scrubs and sensible hospital shoes. Into a silk nightgown Serena had packed specially for the trip. She wanted to see Bernie’s face when she left the bathroom. Wanted to feel Bernie’s hands on her as she slipped a strap over her shoulder; replacing it with her mouth. This trip could have been a disaster. But the prospect of waking up beside the woman she had fallen in love with was her only salvation.

 “So,” Bernie started. “Are we there yet?”

 Serena chuckled, reaching over to squeeze Bernie’s thigh. “Nearly there, darling, nearly there.”

 The Unit Builders retreat soon came into view. A two storey building with ensuite rooms and a lake out back. Teams from offices, schools, and other hospitals were in the car park; all dragging out cases and about ninety percent looking like they wanted to be in the pub a half mile back. Serena parked the car, beaming as Bernie came around the other side and opened her door. She resisted the urge to take Bernie’s hand (‘I’m not that feeble’), and softly chastised her for taking her bag (‘Think of your back, Bernie!’). She did, however, allow a brief spot of hand holding before they caught sight of Fletch and Raf.

 “There’s trouble.”

 “Afternoon Ms Campbell, Major.” Fletch gave a mock salute before handing them both keys. “We had to drop the kids off at Sacha and Essie’s early, so we’ve been here ages. Pub down the road does not serve Shiraz, however it does serve a nice pint of bitter. We’ve also checked everyone in. We’re in 202. Bernie you’re in 204. Ms Campbell you’re in 206 with Morven.”

 Bernie cleared her throat. “It’s alright; I don’t mind sharing with Serena.”

 “Actually, Bernie, we were thinking bout your back. These beds can be notoriously hard at the best of times; figured you might want a room to yourself,” Raf explained.

 “You make me sound like some sort of invalid!” Bernie huffed. “You know I intend to be team leader at Capture the Flag tomorrow, don’t you?”

 “We know! But you’ll be in no fit state if your back is playing up.” Raf and Fletch shared a grin. “C’mon, Major, we take care of each other on AAU. Let us take care of you for once.”

 There was no arguing with that. Serena could see the look in her eye that usually meant she was reminiscing about camouflage and the desert. Her team were showing excellent teamwork skills. She should be thrilled about that. What she wasn’t thrilled about was having to share a bed with Morven when she could easily be lying beside Bernie. Still, maybe this meant that she would enjoy the retreat after all; sans Shiraz and Wolfe. Maybe.

 Maybe not.

 Serena didn’t know what she had done to Henrik Hanssen but she must have murdered his entire family in a previous life. How else could she account for Gary and Becky, their ‘Dream Team’ architects? Or their first exercise leading her to hug Bernie for a full sixty seconds with no pay off later in the evening? To say nothing of ‘Aspiration Station’ where ‘to make passionate love to my co-lead’ was not an acceptable workplace goal. By the time Gary and Becky sent them off to bed, Serena wanted to set fire to the whole damn place.

 “You know, Ms Campbell, I thought you’d be right in your element,” Morven said through a mouthful of toothpaste. “Team building; management skills. Your bread and butter!”

 Serena rolled her eyes. “I enjoy it when it’s not a complete waste of time and money. We are a perfectly functioning team. This whole weekend is a misuse of NHS resources.”

 She knew her tone was clipped; her words harsh. But she should be watching Bernie’s arse in skimpy shorts whilst she brushed her teeth free of cigarette smoke so they could kiss and kiss and kiss. She should be witness to Bernie rendered temporarily speechless by the nightgown she’d brought for sex rather than sleeping. They should be enjoying exploratory touches of hands and mouths. Serena should not have the duvet pulled up to her chin to gain some professional distance between her and her F2.

 At least Morven seemed to be having a good time. She was grinning as she left the bathroom. “Gosh this is just like the school trips I used to go on as a kid. Late night feasts and ghost stories. I’ve got some Pringles in my bag if you want some.”

 “I’m fine, thank you Doctor Digby,” Serena said; barely waiting until Morven had got under the covers before turning off the lights. “Sleep well.”

 “Night, Ms Campbell.”

 Morven turned on her side; the duvet turning with her. Serena counted nine lots of sixty before Morven’s breathing slowed, accompanied by a series of soft snores filling the room. Lucky girl. Serena could not even entertain the thought of sleep. So consumed was she by the thought of next door, of what she was doing. Was Bernie as frustrated as she was? At least she had a room to herself to relieve any tension.

 She supposed she could join her. Morven was fast asleep and the football talk from next door had quietened. She could slip out, knock on Bernie’s door. Spend the night and be back before Morven’s alarm went off. It was the perfect plan. Serena eased herself out from underneath the duvet; padding across the room. She gritted her teeth as she opened the door, body preparing to flinch at any noise. Serena sighed with relief when it opened silently and she quickly bounded into the hall. Three paces to her left and she was outside Bernie’s room. She rapped three times; praying the rest of the team didn’t hear it.

 It took all of fifteen seconds for Bernie to open the door. Another two to pull Serena across the threshold. “I’d hoped you’d come.”

 “Nothing would have stopped me.”

 Serena trailed her hands down Bernie’s arms; shivering underneath a threadbare RAMC t-shirt. Serena looked down at the greying boxers she wore; the lean legs that not even skinny jeans could do justice to. Her hair was tussled from her pillow and there were lines on her face. Serena followed them with her fingers; pressed her lips to Bernie’s in a flurry of kisses.

 They moved away from the door.  

[yourdanganronpaneedshere]

Could I request Kaito, Ouma, Amami, Shuichi, Fuyuhiko and Kazuichi reaction to their S/O getting killed in the killing game and then at the trial their killer starts to mock them? Saying things like that they deserved to die and that they're better off dead anyways and such?

This request seems like fun to do! I’ll give it my best shot! Sorry that Fuyuhiko’s is a bit short

Kaito, Kokichi, Rantaro, Shuichi, Fuyuhiko and Kazuichi reactions to their S/O getting killed in the killing game and the killer mocks them

Fuyuhiko Kuzuryuu

Fuyuhiko already fell into the void of despair when you died, he’s never his heart shatter so muchThe trial was long just like any other they’ve had and the killer slowly got closer and closer to their reveal Hajime finally got out the biggest clue to the killer and everyone already knew who it was and stared at the most suspected one.“So, you found out y/n was a dumbass from the start they were so irritating I’m so happy I got a chance to kill them they’re better off in the depths of hell”Everyone’s jaw dropped and looked at Fuyuhiko to see his reaction of course since it’s Fuyuhiko his reaction was not good He held his fist up as if he was about to start a brutal fight and kill them off right then and there”Hey why not you f**k off, if you don’t I’ll sell your f**king a** to a warehouse s/o was at least a better person then you motherf**ker” He shot his words out which made the killer freeze on the spot much to scared to speak upOnce they finally did, Fuyuhiko retaliated by throwing another insult to their faceThis fight went on until everyone got tired of their rambling and started voting Fuyuhiko rapidly pressed on their name wanting to get rid of them as soon as possibleOnce the execution finally started Fuyuhiko had a blank expression while watching their death he was happy but no matter how brutal it was.Nothing could bring you back

Kokichi OumaKokichi may not have showed it but he really was heartbroken after your murderOn the outside he pretty much acted like he never really cared, which was a reaction most people didn’t really expectWhen the class trial started Kokichi acted like himself as always, enjoying the class trial and helping out at certain pointsThe killer was finally revealed, they tried defending them self like any other killer would, but realizing that all the big clues were already called out instead of giving up they mocked their victim“Y/n was an easy victim, why couldn’t anyone else get her earlier? They deserved to be dead life is much better without them”Oh boyWhen Kokichi heard that he just couldn’t ignore that at stared right at the killer as if he was a wolf scanning for his next prey“Well s/o is an amazing person! And your just an ugly piece of crap unlike s/o! I wish you the most brutal execution Monokuma could ever imagine!”If that was someone else everyone would stay still by their podium in shock, but this was Kokichi they were talking about so it wasn’t much of a surpriseThe killer ignored Kokichi’s words and carried on mocking s/o, everyone decided that this was already enough of the two rambling so much so voting time started and Kokichi pressed on their name multiple times.Once the execution started the supreme leader put on an evil grin while everyone watched the execution in complete shockHe may not show it but he really misses you

Kaito MomotaKaito was furious when he saw your body why would someone kill you like that? His anger levels went through the roof and really wanted to find the one responsible for your deathHe tried his best to help out everyone to find who the killer was, so he can quickly get rid of their existence Once the final major clue was revealed everyone immediately knew who the killer was and quickly locked their eyes on them, they were.. laughing? “Let’s be honest here this trial was much better without y/n, they were so annoying and I’m thrilled to get rid of them” Kaito was filled with rage he just felt so much despair before why are they making it worse?“s/o was an amazing person! They’re just as bright as a star! So stop it! Lets start the voting!”Everyone else agreed with him except the killer of course so voting time started and they were correct just as any other class trialThe killer was mortified, they thought that their plan had ran smoothly and everyone else would have a difficult time decidingBut that  was all in their head and their execution was waiting for their arrivalKaito would look at you to see if you were alright looking at the execution or maybe say something like “well we did great in this trial!”But you weren’t here Maki wanted to make sure that he was alright she comforted him saying that she’ll be alright in a much more tsundere way of courseNo matter how hard everyone tried, you were still gone and nothing could change that

Rantaro AmamiRantaro tried to act like his normal self after the discovery that you were the victimIt was difficult but he still managed to control the sadness he had feltHe acted the way he did in any other trial, being helpful by pointing out a few clues that get closer to the truthAfter the long trial the killers trick and identity was finally revealed and everyone sighed in relief that they aren’t gonna die in this trial.While everyone was calming down, the killer opened up his mouth to say something unsettling “Well you all finally found out who the killer was didn’t you? I chose an easy victim, y/n is just to dumb to notice herself”Everyone looked at the killer and then at Rantaro, he had a look that’ll make you probably regret what you just said“S/o was a great person, they wouldn’t kill anyone, at least they’ve got a heart willing to know it’s selfish to kill for you own needs” The moment he finished up his sentence the rest of the students looked like their jaws were about to fall down and make a loud thudDid he really just say that? That’d be more of something Kokichi would say in this situation Ranataro has such a calm demeanour it was almost impossible to think that one sentence flew out of his mouthThe killer also never expected such a response from a person who is known to have chill personality “Shall we start voting?” Rantaro asked the students they all nodded their heads in agreement The killer was finally gone, but the worst thing is that you were too

Shuichi SaiharaWhen Shuichi saw your body he felt heartbroken, they one he loved so dearly lost their lifeHe hid his tears from the others to try not gain any attention and focus on the investigationLike any detective, Shuichi pointed out a lot of major clues to get closer to the killers plans and hopefully their identityLike any other class trial the killers mask eventually fell off and their trick was exposed to the rest of the studentsInstead of trying to defend them self they instead said something very offensive to Shuichi“Haha so I’m revealed right? Can I just say that the reason why I picked y/n was because they were such an easy pick? They’re better off dead anyways, aren’t you happy about that?” Nobody knew what to say, they were much to surprised to say anything but looked at Shuichi“That’s not true! S/o is a great person! They always brighten up my gloomy days!” He was in complete shock, the other killers had at least some respect for their victims and didn’t mock them like this oneStill heartbroken, Shuichi wasn’t bothered to listen to the killers rambling nonsense about his s/o and wanted to start voting time as soon as possibleIt was obvious who the killer was, after their insults so the voting was finished and everyone else was left satisfied and waited for the execution to beginShuichi didn’t know what to think, thinking about your death wouldn’t make anything better“Cmon Shuichi! It’ll be ok! Your my sidekick right?”Kaito tried comforting the best way possible he felt a little better but still felt heartbroken deep down inside

Kazuichi SodaKazuichi is a very emotional person and seeing your lifeless body indeed made him look like a little babyHe constantly kept chanting over and over again the same thing “Hajime do you know who the killer is?!” He was panicking and wanted to know who the killer was right on the spotHajime revealed a very powerful clue which made the rest of the students suspect that one personThe true killerKazuichi felt so relieved “ok we’ve got the killer, let’s start voting ti-” he was cut off with an insultNot about him but his s/o“Kazuichi how can you love y/n? They’re better off dead, look how peaceful everything is without em”He was filled with anger and rage, he couldn’t just stand there and take itHe HAD to say something about that one insult“ W - what? What are you an idiot? You just revealed yourself! Your so god damn useless!”It wasn’t as powerful as he wanted but saying that made the killer shiver in fear they were just revealed and about to suffer their executionAfter voting time Kazuichi had a big smile on his face to hide the amount of despair he was feeling he was pretty excited to see the killer’s executionOnce the class trial was over he went back to his cottage and made a mini robot that looked like identical to youIt’s now always in his pocket to remind himself about all the good times he has had with you

Mod Kaede~

[deztinywarriors]

ES Spectre 2.0 Chapter 10-2

[r-o-se]

Produce 101 Season 2 Ep 7 lit lit lit 92 point running commentary 

hey whats up squad fam id link where I watched it but it was like 4 different sources so I’m sorryyyyy message me and ask for them later

1.      They’re jumping right into it and its BTS Spring Day stage all are pastely beige pink and its cute af this is the youngest group on average and has the small Woojin, Kim Youngjin, Kenta, Seonho and Bae Jinyoung

2.      Younjin wants to be center/main vocal eventho hes originally a rapper and I understannd WHY he wants it but to have a rapper as main vocal is…… not clever

3.      Holy shit he actually gets to be the main vocal wow I’m shook as hell

4.      Seokhoon is making angry eyes at him tho and now Woojin is a shitton better at this checkup and gets to be the new center

5.      He has problems hitting the high note though poor baby

6.      Baejy gets praised by BoA and he gets cute and smiley as fuck its adorableeeeee

7.      SEONHO IS PLAYING PIANO IM PROUD OF MY LIL BABY BIRD

8.      Baby Woojin didn’t fully hit the note but he didn’t fully miss ti either so its okkkk

9.      Kenta got literally 0 personal screentime though mnet fucking hates him this boy is a GEM you could make so much clips out of him but nooooooooo

10.   Seonho made kissy faces at the camera and Guanlin cringed so hard it was beautiful

11.   Seonho got first aaaahahahha it’s the piano and the visuals but can we just remember the fact that the kid is only what 15? 16? He’s fuckin SMALL

12.   Now the next stage is N Sync-Pop aka the group with one dancer and a bunch of other professions since they got filled also………… WOODAM IS HERE IM SO FUCKING EMO POOR KID

13.   They also got Sangbin, Jung Jung, Insoo, Kiwon, Jaechan and Woodam obviously. Jung Jung is the only og dancer there

14.   I’m very sad about Woodam but I wanna see others too like please…… I miss Sangbin and Insoo… Show them too they literally choreographed the whole thing and GOT PRAISED FOR IT…. And their teamwork was called the best they had seen IM SO GLAD

15.   But their team is all very low numbers it makes me really really sad ugh

16.   Their clothes are so 90s I LOVE IT HOW CUTE

17.   They all dance so well especially for a group of people who aren’t actually dancers

18.   SANGBINI IS SO GOOD I LOVE HIM SO MUCH FUCK

19.   Junghung unzipped his sweater and flipped around OBVIOUSLY

20.   Everyone are clapping in circles aaahahahahah round of applause LITERALLY

21.   Oh my gooooosh WOODAM HAS ASTHMA POOR BABY KID

22.   If Woodam won’t make it I’m going to riot

23.   SANGBIN IS LAST AGAIN LAST HERE AND LAST IN THE GROUP EVALUATION WHAT IS THIS BULLSHIT JUSTICE FOR SANGBIN HES A RANK AND INDIVIDUAL TRAINEE AND AN EXCELLENT RAPPER FUCKING VOTE FOR HIM ASSES

24.   NOW ITS TIME FOR A-TOM, EUIWOONG AND MY PINK RAPPER FLUFF WOO JINYOUNGGGGGGGGG THEY ARE DOING

25.   Ajlahlskadf they asked Jinyoung ‘whos the best’ and hes like ahh everyone are good in their own way and they they asked again from Sanggyun and he’s like ‘I’m the best lol’

26.   Wait is this the stage where Ha Minho was…….. because lmao they really did a good job editing him out I’m dead ‘they can’t edit better evil editing isn’t a thing’ MY GUY THEY DELETED A GUY WHO WON A BATTLE!!  WITHOUT IT EVEN BEBING NOTICED IF WE DIDN’T KNOW HE WAS THERE!! GODDAMN

27.   Jinyoung is the centerrrrrrrr love my babe but obvi I’m sad for Sanggyun

28.   Also yall Minho won this battle with an Mnet diss

29.   Sanggyun has problems coming up with lyrics poor babe I hope he’s alright OH NO BABY MESSED UP HIS WORDS TWICE

30.   KAKLKFNAWKNN MINHO IS BLURRED OUT ON STAGE WHY IS THIS SO FUNNY

31.    SANGGYUN AND EUIWOONG GOT PRAISEDDDDDDD AND OBVI WOOJY TOO IM SO PROUDDDDD

32.   THEIR STAGE IS SO GOOD THE ENERGY IS SO GOOD WHAT THE FUCK THEY ALL ON FIRE AS FUCK

33.   Cheetah is feeling herself big time

34.   Euiwoong looks so much better here than with the BIL team he looked like a fetus there but rn HES FUCKIN AMAZING

35.   Imagine ranking 4th out of 3 people wow that seems like something that would happen to me lmao poor Euiwoong

36.   A group with no first place how tragic

37.   ITS TIMEEEEEE OFR RHYTHM TA  ok but why choose the same song for two years in a row lol

38.   This team is Gwanghyun, Yoojin and Taewoo

39.   Yoojin hated being a leader back in Be Mine days and now he’s stuck again because Gwanghyun and are submissive fucks

40.   GWANGHYUN IS NERVOUS AND WENT TO ASK JINYOUNG FOR HELP THIS IS SO CUTE AND JINYOUNG BABE GAVE HIM ADVICE INSTEAD OF SENDGIN A RIVAL AWAY

41.   This groups teamwork is seriously amazing I love it so much their dynamic is so amazing

42.   Their energy is so good they sereiously seemed to just fuckin get such a high out of being on stage

43.   Poor Baby Yoojin is last, Taewoo is second and Gwanghyun got first poor baby is crying and the others are cheering him up this is so sweet

44.   BoA Amazing kiss is up next with Dongsu, JELLY HEESEOK WHO I HAVENT SEEN IN WEEKS LOVE YOU BABE DO WELL, Seunghyuk and Gunhee. Gunhee is the leader yet they have problems choosing the center

45.   THEIR VOCALS ARE ALL SO GOOD WHAT THE FUCK GUNHEE IS AMAZING

46.   Heeseok really wants to be center and is being kind of pushy but in the end Gunhee got the center part too

47.   THEIR HARMONIES ARE SO GOOD

48.   AND VOCALS SO STRONG AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

49.   Gunhee looks………. So good…….. I cant take it…… with the choker and everything just fuck me upppp

50.   Jahldfhaan gunhee shook his ass on stage while appealing time

51.   Gunhee is bringing up Hyunwoo too goddamn im weakhearted don’t do this to me

52.   Heeseok got last place….. I’m emo as fuck…… fuckin stab me…… My Jellyfish son…. Seunghyuk is third, Dongsu second and Gunheeeeeeeeee is FIRST!!! Proud of my kid

53.   Now its I.O.I Downpour team, Hyunbin, Jisung, Minhyun, Jaehwan and Sungwoon aka ALL THE KIDS I LOVE!!!!

54.   They chose Jisung as leader my babe looks so good with purple hair GOD BLESS

55.   Sungwoon is so pretty godddamnit ‘I’ve heard it often I’m not good enough for main vocal’ I’ll beat up whoever said it

56.   HE IS GIVING UP MAIN VOCAL TO JAEHWAN!!!!! WHAT THE FUCK!!!!! WHAT AN ANGEL!!!!!!! I’M SHOOK!!!!!

57.   Hyunbin got a lot of hate and I’m very salty over it I love my tall boy very much SAME GOES TO JISUNG!!!! THAT KID HASN’T DONE A SINGLE THING WRONG HE IS SO SWEET AND SO INSPIRING AND I LOVE HIM SO MUCH MMO BETTER FUCKING DEBUT HIM WITH THE MMO SQUAD ONCE ITS DONE!!!!!!

58.   Hyunbin messed up a bit and Jisung comforted him poor lil baby I’m so sorry for my tall child and thank you so much Jisung for taking care of my baby kid

59.   Anyways they asked if they can change and having Jaehwan play guitar instead of having the teachers play piano

60.   Minhyun looks so fine in pastel pink fuck me up

61.   Cut to Baekho and Jonghyun lookin like ‘damn right’

62.    JAEHWANS VOICE DOES THINGS TO ME I DIDN’T EVEN SEE ITS HIM BUT WHEN HIS VOICE STARTED I GOT SHIVERS SAME WITH SUNGWOON I LOVE MY POWER VOCAL CHILDREN

63.   Oh my fucking god everyone in the crowd and the other trainees AND HYUNBIN are all bawling

64.   JAEHWANS VOCALS SAVED MY LIFE! FUCKING G O S H THIS IS SO EMOTIONAL I DON’T EVEN KNOW THE LYRICS BUT I FEEL LIKE CRYING

65.   Sakjfbakjsablkfjn Hyunbin and Jisung are holding hands

66.   Hyunbin is 5th and Jisung takes his hand and comforts him a lot and tells him it’s okay this is too precious and Jisung himself is 4th and Sungwoon third, Minhyun second and JAEHWAN FIRST HE DESERVED IT BEST FUCKING VOCALS IN THIS ENTIRE SHOW IF HE WONT MAKE IT I AM RIOTING!!!!!!

67.   Jinwoo ranked super low in vocals……. I’m so fucking sad when will people learn to appreaciate true talent…..

68.   Gunhees mouth can open so wide its amazing honestly also HE GOT OVERALL VOCAL FIRST PLACE IM SO PROUD!!!!! FUCK!!!!!!!!! BABE!!!!!!!!!! U DESERVED IT U WERE A GREAT CENTER AND LEADER

69.   Now its only the dance teams left starting with Gete Ugly. The subber seems to love him and tbh same bless Danik

70.   Ong is so fuckin funny I love him lmao

71.   It’s Daniels team and he’s like ‘I’m sorry I was a bad leader’ and Ong is like nah fam ALSO FUN FACT REVEALED BY ONG Jonghyun inspired him to be the leader this is so fuckin cuteeeeee

72.   Afnhlna what is going on why are they showing them in the result room before the stage I’m????

73.   This team has all of the alpha bitches like seriously Jihoon, Samuel, Ong, Daniel, Hyungseob are 1st, 2nd, 4th, 5th and 6th and then poor baby Park Woojin is 24th.

74.   Awwwwwwwwww the populars are all thinking that Woojin could kill it this is so cute

75.   Danik is the MMO maknae apparently and volunteered and FUCK SUNGWOO JUST SAID JONGHYUN INSPIRED HIM TO BE THE LEADER MY SORRY SORRY AND ONGNIEL HEART CANT TAKE IT

76.   Samuel keeps being eaten up by Jihoon save my boy  those two want center and WOOJIN WANTS TOO!!!!!!! I LOVE WOOJIN!!!!!! PICK HIM!!!!!

77.   AAAAAAHAHAH FUCK SAMUEL JUST SAID THAT HES LIKE A SKINNY DEER NEXT TO JIHOONS TIGER THIS IS THE CUTEST

78.   Jihoon?? Recommended Sameuel now?? FUCK CUTE!!! Poor Woojin tho aw

79.   They are a bit lacking in the dance section though which makes me a bit sad and Danik egets a bit flamed from Kahi since he is the only one who has problems with the choreo

80.   Samuel, Danik and Woojin are all choreographing it but they all have very different styles so it’s a bit hard to learn

81.   Anyways Danik is so cute and he has NICE ASS FUCKIN THIGHS HOLY SHIT  LOOK AT HIM B-BOYING

82.   The whip sound effects are so funny idk why but THEY ARE

83.   Ong and Jihoon are poppingggggggg and its GREATT

84.   Dabbing fuckers I stg

85.   Samuels legs are so thin OH MY GOD DANIEL TWIRLING ON HIS HANDS HOLY SHIT

86.   WHO DID THAT HALF SPLIT WAS IT ONG??? THAT WAS FUCKIN COOL

87.   Hey yall I love Kang Daniel and Park Woojin and I’m not gonna waste my fingers typing out all of the members here BUT I LOVE THEM ALL FUCK

88.   Jihoon did goddamn aegyo on that goddamn stage and Samuel gave half of a heart miss me w that cuteness

89.   Everyone think Samuel won it but goddamn?? No?? He ranked last? How the fuck did that happen I’m literally…… what?? Why on earth? Anyways yall remember when Samuel called his mom and she called him a puppy

90.   DANIK GOT 5TH IM ANGRY!!! AND HE SAID ITS WHAT HE DESERVES!! NO!!!!!

91.   Hyungseob is 4th, Ong is 3rd and Woojin is SUPER NERVOUS AND NOW THEY CUT IT OFF!! FUCK YOU MNET!!

92.   If Taehyun isn’t getting the best dancer I’m going to scream right here right now

93.   Pop got really low votes I’m emo

94.   TAEHYUN WRECKED IT HE IS FIRST!! HE DESERVES IT FUCKIN HELLL HE DOESSSS

95.   Ok cut back to get ugly votes WOOJIN GOT FIRST HE REALLY DID IM SO PROUD HE REALLY DID IY MY FOX BABY HE DESERVED THAT FIRST CENTER PLACE FROM A RANKS AS WELL BUT NOW HES HERE AND BEAT UP!!!!! THE ENTIRE TOP TEN!!! FUCKIN GOD IM PROUD

96.   TAEHYUN STAYED THERE HE REALLY DID WOOOJIN IS 5TH BUT TAEHYUN MADE IT HE IS FIRST HE BEAT ALL OF THE AVENGERS F U C K

97.   Samuel and Daniel are ranking really low…… this is…. This is really sad wow holy shit….Poor children…. To drop from second to second to last??? Poor kid

98.   Anyways the golden trio is now Gunhee, Jonghyun and Taehyun I am satisfied and have no objections to that

Good night yall buy nuest albums theyyre good for your health also happy debut to ace and merry comebacks to map6, ikon, got7, knk, b.i.g,, 24k and anyone else that I forgot