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“Black Boys Bloom Thorns First: Volume 4, Chapter 9″

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"And if I charge it to the game before Every time I slip into the unknown Well, that's only when the spot gets blown It's war That is the Lord! I won't nut up when we up thick in the crunch Because a coward dies a thousand times But a soldier only dies just once Once, once"

D'Angelo—"1000 Deaths"

They stayed away from one another for three weeks.

Disa accepted Yani had a cup that runneth over with too much for her to cope with to even look at Disa. There was pain on her side too, fretting over her decision to let Erik go four years ago. At the time, it was the best thing for her mental health because of the stress he put her under, always being worried about him when he disappeared on ghost missions. His Aunt Serah gave soft prods for her to leave him messages on her social media. Erik watched what she did from afar. She was sure of it. At least for the first two years she banished him to his ridiculous and dangerous quest to take over a country. Every holiday card that came from Serah in London always ended with questions about how she was doing outside of teaching. Passive inquiries into her love life. Serah was probably feeding Erik tidbits like breadcrumbs to make him find his way back to Massachusetts.

Whatever bitterness Yani held for her, Disa was also giving her side-eye for not having that man pull out too. They were both guilty of wanting Erik all the way and paid the price for it with babies. Yani walked in knowing the end game. So did she. That other woman didn't know their history, didn't know the shit they had gone through that was just as traumatic as the tales Erik told her about his time in St. Thomas. But Disa wasn't ready to divulge past trauma or have to prove herself over and over to Yani. She had a valid claim to the man, too. Vacillating between trying to be considerate of another woman's feelings and embracing her own, Disa stayed away to keep the peace. However, their children could not.

Every morning at eight a.m. on the dot, Riki would knock on their door and Disa would answer it. The little prince would have a personal Dora by his side to escort him as he looked up at Disa with Erik's sly eyes and a head full of curly ginger hair. He'd usually be dressed in a light-colored tunic and loose-fitting trousers with comfortable dark shoes.

"May I please see Joba, my baby sister?" he'd say.

Disa could only grin at how polite he was, and so formal. She had no idea what the situation was in his household, but Riki loved the idea of being a big brother, even by two scant months. Perhaps it was because he no longer had to be the baby of the family and received less bossing around from Sydette. He was now a big boy looking after a younger sibling and he seemed proud of that new designation. Sydette took to Joba the same way. Erik had told her the sad story about the girl losing a sister back in St. Thomas. Joba seemed to take the place of that loss, and Sydette—Sweet Pea — took on the airs of a wise older sibling looking after underlings who needed a big sister's guidance. The two children from Erik's other life poured so much love, affection, and attention on Joba that Disa was grateful that her daughter wasn't alone in the world anymore. There were no children her age or nearby to play with. She hadn't begun school just yet, so she was often isolated with babysitters while Disa worked part-time three days a week. There were hardly any Black children in their suburb and she worried about her daughter missing out on cultural companionship. Her brothers had boy children far away in Los Angeles and Detroit that Disa was close to, but Joba had a hard time adjusting to them. The girl was different. Special.

Disa noticed her daughter was not relating to many people around her with her sensitivity. There would be tears, and hiding in her room when people came over that she didn't vibe with. There were always tummy aches and funny feelings in her chest when Disa asked what was wrong. It became a pattern of adjustment to make sure her daughter felt comfortable in her surroundings. At first, Disa thought her child might need special testing to determine any future issues to help with her mental development. However, doctors and child psychologists swore up and down that her child was fine. Just extra sensitive. It was just a personality trait.

Being in Wakanda, Disa saw it was more than that. Her child had a gift. She wasn't the only one.

Riki brought out the best in Joba. She was more talkative around strangers with him. Explored more on her own when he was around.

Yani noticed their tag-team behavior, too. So did the staff. The two of them together were like two little mature old people masquerading as children. Riki was extroverted and boisterous, while Joba was introverted and restrained, but together, they balanced each other out. Disa even suspected that they made up their own special way of communicating just by looking at each other. When those two were present in any room, every adult within ten feet of them straightened up and acted on their best behavior. Even Queen Ramonda. There was nothing more horrendous for the royal family, or the royal staff, than to have Joba stare at them, point a finger, and tell out loud what deeply hidden feeling the person had toward Disa or Yani. She was like a canary in a coal mine. Her powers of sensing bullshit only increased with Riki being next to her, vocalizing loudly whatever Joba whispered in his ear.

A knock at her door brought Disa out of her early morning thoughts as she sipped tea on her balcony. If only her friends could see the life she was living now. Not quite a princess or a queen, but sure as hell treated like one by T'Challa.

She tapped her kimoyo.

Speak of the Devil.

T'Challa was at her doorstep dressed to the nines.

"May I speak with you, Lady Abdullah?" his floating image said.

She tapped her beads again and opened the door for him. The King sauntered into her private time and sat on the empty chair at her breakfast table.

"Mornings on this side of the palace are good for the soul," he said.

Disa blinked twice when she saw the platinum panther teeth on his top canines and bottom teeth. It reminded her of Erik. The way he carried himself with big dick energy reminded her of Erik so much. He smelled good. His tailored clothing was immaculate, and the rings on his fingers gleamed with so much drip that it took her breath away for a moment. She looked away from him quickly and studied the tops of the forest canopy in the distance. How many women had this man seduced as Erik had in his past? She could only imagine how Erik had been when he was in Wakanda and draped like a king. He must've been an arrogant mess, strutting around the palace giving orders. The thought made her grin.

T'Challa took a deep breath of air, and Disa admired his saffron yellow clothing again and the way his hair was moisturized and finger-curled. The Udaku men had fabulous hair. Her daughter inherited that gene for sure.

"How have you been adjusting, Disa? Be honest with me."

She put down her tea and fingered her royal necklace.

"I've never been pampered this well before in my life."

"You are a member of the House of Udaku. That is all you will know from now on."

"You speak like I'm staying here forever. I'm only here for a couple of months and then I'm going back to Cambridge and my real life."

"You don't have to do that. I would like for you and Princess N'Joba to stay here longer. You could teach at the University of Wakanda at Birnin Zana. I have a ton of new building projects that need designing, especially one on the side of Bolekaja Ugwu and a new man-made underwater island in the Indian Ocean. Wakanda is growing and you could shape the future here with sustainable housing using vibranium."

T'Chala observed the shine in her eyes.

"Do you always manipulate people by giving them what they most want?"

"Manipulating? These are projects that will get down with or without your help or input. Your entire education and career goals are to make this type of housing, no? Why not do it for the nation that will soon guide the world? You could have your very own live models to open the door for you to create more all across the globe."

"Have you made the same offer to Yani?"

T'Challa poured himself some bria tea. He sipped a cup and stared at her with unflinching eyes.

"I have offered her the opportunity to finish her medical studies here with the best doctors in the world. She would be so far ahead of her peers back in St. Thomas."

"You want us to stay here? Forever?"

"I want you both to stay for an indefinite amount of time."

Disa gave out an exasperated sigh.

"What if I choose to leave?"

"You are free to go."

"And my daughter?"

"I cannot force you all to stay, even though there are ancient laws I could use to keep your children here as the blood heirs of the Udakus. But I won't."

"Good, because we are leaving."

"I would like to speak to you about the offer that was given to Yani when she was given her title."

"What offer is that?"

"Marriage."

Disa snorted and placed her empty teacup on the table.

"It is an option. One that provides irrefutable protection for the children. As my wife, the succession would come down to Joba automatically. If I married Yani, the same would happen for Riki. Without marriage, we'd have to wait until both children are twenty-one to have the Council of Elders make the final decision with the backing of our courts. You should know that because Riki is older by two months, succession leans in his favor simply by birth order. I would like to avoid any unnecessary problems or changes in feelings over the next eighteen years. It could take years longer than that, especially if you or Yani contested the choice that the council made if I linked none of you to me."

"I'm not into arranged marriages, T'Challa."

"This is for the children, not me."

"Don't you want to pick your own wife? Have your own children?"

"I want my own. However, the nation is at a crossroads and permanent decisions need to be made and written into law now to keep this tentative peace going. You and Yani are extraordinary women. I could do no better than having one of you as my wife."

"You people are something else. The size of your balls must be huge to sit here and chat about this like I'd go along with it."

"My balls are nothing to sneeze at."

"You bastard," she snorted, throwing a tea biscuit at him.

Her kimoyo beads lit up. Someone was at the door again.

"Oh, right on time. Lil man," she said, standing up.

T'Challa looked confused.

"Riki," she said, heading toward the entrance.

T'Challa followed, and Disa opened the front door.

Once more, Riki stood there wearing his fancy new azure ceremonial clothing with his hair twisted in baby locs. His personal Dora, Finelli, stood by his side.

"May I please see Joba, my baby sister?" he said.

"She's not here right now, Riki," Disa said.

His mouth dropped open.

"Where she gwine, nuh?"

Disa laughed out loud at the disdain in the little boy's voice. T'Challa chuckled too.

"She's getting her hair done for the ceremony today."

"She didn't tell me that yesterday. I'm supposed to know what's gwine on 'round here."

"You can have breakfast with me and wait," Disa suggested.

Riki sucked his teeth and looked up at his Dora as if it was her fault for not telling him Joba was gone.

"Mi eat already. I'll wait for her. May I come inside?"

"Welcome," Disa said, standing aside.

"Hi, Uncle T'Challa," Riki said as he swept past and took a seat on a side chair in the open living area.

"Hello, Riki. Are you excited about the ceremony today? You look very handsome in your ceremonial suit," T'Challa said.

"I wahn go to the river and ride on your boat again. Why we can't do that instead of this?" he whined.

"I promise I will ask your mother for permission to go out to the river tomorrow."

"And we can swim?" Riki said.

"You can swim all day. We can have a picnic."

Riki picked at the seam on the bottom of his suit.

"I guess that's okay."

"Fine. I'll let the staff know to have things prepared."

Riki tapped his kimoyo, and an image of Joba shimmered in front of him.

"Why yuh not tell me you not here?"

Joba sat in a hairdressing chair seated next to Sydette and Shuri. All three had the same hairstyle. Upswept hair decorated with glowing beads.

"I'm coming home now!" Joba shouted, jumping down from her booster seat.

Riki tapped the bead and jumped down from the couch.

"I'll go get her," Riki said, heading for the door.

When Disa's front door opened, Yani stood there dressed and ready for the ceremony. She wore a similar dress to Disa's, a pale coral strapless wrap dress with a short train and small blush-colored isicholo. Normally only married women wore the isicholos, but Yani and Disa were being symbolically married into the family through their children. After the ceremony, they would be expected to wear elaborate scarves or impressive headwraps to cover their crowns in public. Disa didn't mind, she had already begun to cover her hair with a hijab since arriving. She felt protected with it. She also began to make Joba wear one too if they were ever out in the public eye.

"I've come to get him. He left the quarters before I told him that the girls were out getting their hair fixed," Yani said, staring at Disa's stature in her dress.

"We can all leave together," T'Challa said, taking charge of their group.

They all followed behind him, flanked with Doras as they headed to an elevator. They caught up with the other children and Shuri before moving down to the bridge, where Ramonda waited for them. T'Challa held out his arm for his mother and she took it as their procession crossed the enormous bridge that connected the double palace together.

Drones flew around the bridge at a safe distance as their image was no doubt projected onto Wakandan TVs everywhere. It was the public's first glimpse of the family standing as a united front. At the end of the bridge, they were met by General Okoye who smiled at everyone and tapped her spear. The Dora Milaje changed their formation with Okoye now in the lead.

They went down another elevator to a lower floor in the West palace that overlooked thousands of citizens that had stood for hours waiting to watch the ceremony in person. Their faces craned up to see the family seated on a high balcony with amphitheater-styled seating. Ramonda and Shuri sat below T'Challa as Yani and Disa flanked the king with their children. The massive crowd below stared at them all with wonder. Especially the children. The council of elders was brought in to take their place surrounding them. King M'Baku had an open seat next to him. After T'Challa greeted his people, he moved away from the children and sat next to M'Baku. Zinzi and a female priest took the spot vacated by T'Challa and began to address the crowd in Wakandan. They translated everything to Erik's family through earbuds they all wore for the ceremony.

Disa glanced over at Yani. The other woman stared back at her. They both shared nervous eyes. Disa gave her a smile and Yani gave a small one back to her. No matter what they were feeling for one another, they were both in the same daunting position. Joba wiggled next to her, reaching over to hold Riki's hand. The two younger children whispered to one another and then looked up at Elder Zinzi.

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"I will say this for Killmonger, he has an attractive family," M'Baku said.

T'Challa looked up at the women and children Erik had brought into his world. Disa and Yani were stunning in their dresses and crowns, and the children all resembled proper royal progeny. Riki and Joba kept whispering to one another, and Sydette kept tapping both their legs to keep them still and focused. Erik's oldest sat with her hands clasped in her lap like his mother. As much as she pretended to despise the "bastard" children, Ramonda grew fond of Sydette quickly. Especially when the little girl mimicked her movements and stance. Every morning the children brought Ramonda her after-breakfast tea and cinnamon bites in her private parlor, where she gave them lessons on royal etiquette. T'Challa noticed the change in the demeanor of the little ones immediately. They walked taller. They spoke in fuller sentences with affected diction.

Her hardline stance against them softened as she spent time with them daily, teaching them Wakandan with a private tutor, and having elaborate wardrobes made for them. She was slower to warm to the mothers, probably miffed that Zinzi stepped in to put her in check.

After running Yani off in tears with Disa chasing after her, T'Challa had a word with his mother demanding that she show restraint with her disdain and to recognize that these women were now Udakus through their children. The next morning after that incident, Zinzi arrived at the family's private breakfast. No doubt she was asked to attend at Shuri's behest, which caused a rift between mother and daughter.

T'Challa had sat at the morning meal expecting shit to pop off again, but Queen Mother's smug smile was wiped clean off her face when she swept into the dining area and saw Elder Zinzi sitting between Yani and Disa.

"The council has decided I will become the isikhokelo for Lady Abdullah and Lady Galiber," Zinzi said.

Ramonda, flustered at the usurpation of her control over the women, grew tight-lipped and silent at the meal.

"What will you do?" Yani asked.

Zinzi patted her hand.

"I will be your personal guide, a counselor of the ways of your new roles here in Wakanda. That means I will teach you proper royal etiquette, language lessons, and help you prepare for your children's schooling while they are here. Any questions or concerns can be brought to me personally."

Zinzi glared at Ramonda as the Queen Mother drank a blue fruit juice. She tried to save face a few seconds later.

"I think this is wise. I will be far too busy looking after the children myself."

"You?" Zinzi asked with laughter in her voice.

"Why yes. If you are positioning yourself as the councilor of their mothers, they will be too busy to tend to the orientation of the heirs. I will take on that role and release my daughter to return to her work in the labs."

"Mother, I can handle the children and—"

"Shh, Shuri, it has been decided. You go back to your work, and I will look after the little ones while Yani and Disa are with Elder Zinzi."

The smugness returned to her voice, and she ate her breakfast feeling pleased with herself. After that, the meals were surprisingly pleasant. Ramonda focused on the children and ignored their mothers.

"Here comes trouble," M'Baku said, breaking T'Challa away from his thoughts. A more vocal group in the crowd drew attention to themselves by yelling out Prince N'Jobu's name.

A group of about one hundred men and women wearing the red armbands of the rebel faction shouted down Zinzi. Prince N'Jobu's name ricocheted around the other thousands of spectators and soon there was a roar.

"Prince N'Jobu! Ukumkani wenyaniso! Ukumkani wenyaniso! Ukumkani wenyaniso!"

"Your true king is seated right here!" shouted Zinzi.

"Prince N'Jobu's grandchildren are our future. Long live Prince Riki and Princess N'Joba-Cali!"

The woman who shouted that glared at T'Challa. It was the retired General Yoneli Majola, nearly eighty, but strong of mind and voice. She stood firm in the crowd with younger supporters surrounding her.

"General Majola, you know I have respect for you and your viewpoint, but do not disrespect the family. Do not disrespect the children you champion on their day of reconciliation!"

Zinzi's voice made General Yoneli quiet down the rebels.

"I stand before my people as a representative of the council and declare with the power of the throne behind me that this is a day we can all rejoice in. We can cleanse away the sins of the past. They will not be forgotten, but look upon the faces of these children. Prince N'Jadaka lives within them. Respect his children! Respect his father, Prince N'Jobu! Respect our laws!"

"Wakanda Forever!"

M'Baku stood up full-throated and shouted out the words.

T'Challa closed his eyes, grateful that his friend backed Zinzi.

"Yibambe!" T'Challa shouted.

He stood up and held a fist high in the air.

The roar of the crowd switched up and echoed his cry. General Yoneli watched him with wise and cunning eyes.

"Today my family is righting a wrong. This is my blood that sits here before you! These women birthed our nation a Prince and a Princess who will carry on the great legacy of the Udaku family. We are one blade today! One blade! May Bast strike down any man or woman who dares tear my family asunder. These children are under my protection and will grow up in Wakanda to know their true history and will one day lead us into the future. We are one blade! Yibambe! One blade!"

The chant grew and fell from every mouth in the crowd. T'Challa watched as the shift in the people unified. General Yoneli conceded publicly and raised a fist toward T'Challa. He tried not to stumble back in his seat, but the emotion of relief overwhelmed him. At last. Peace would prevail. M'Baku threw an arm around his shoulder as thousands upon thousands shouted and cheered and chanted the names of the new prince and princess.

Riki climbed up in his seat and shouted his own name. Joba followed his lead and shouted with him, and the crowd went nuts. Yani and Disa tried to get them to sit down, but T'Challa strode over to them and lifted both children up in his arms.

Peace would prevail. It had to. As long as he cared for Erik's babies and raised them into proud Udakus, Wakanda would stay the course and guide the world.

"Now that you have taken responsibility for them, who will you choose to marry?" M'Baku asked after he put the children down.

There was a slick grin on M'Baku's face.

"I am no fool, King T'Challa. I see how you watch them both. You could retain power until your death if you married one of them. Which one? Hmmm? Who will it be?" M'Baku teased as Zinzi continued on with the rest of the ceremony.

T'Challa regarded Yani and Disa. There was distress in their eyes. The people wanted them to stay.

Forever.

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T'Challa gazed at the body inside the cryostasis chamber.

It seemed like forever since Captain America begged him to save his friend and protect him from the C.I.A. and S.H.I.E.L.D.

The white man with the larger-than-life image, but much smaller personality, stood next to T'Challa staring at his long-lost friend.

"Can you help him? Revive him to where he can be rehabilitated?" Captain America… Steve… asked him.

"It will take some time. I will have the best in my land look after him."

As if on cue, Shuri walked into view. He summoned her from her playtime with Erik's children.

"This had better be important, Brother. I was in the middle of teaching Joba how to swim."

"Shuri, this is Steve Rogers," T'Challa said, nodding toward the American.

"Captain America," Shuri said in a snide tone.

That snide tone dropped from her voice when she saw the Winter Soldier inside the chamber.

"Brother, what is this?" Shuri said.

Her agile fingers ran across the glass that protected the criminal inside.

"Shuri, I will need for you to use all the power in your brilliant mind to bring this man to life. He suffers from brainwashing and trauma—"

"Brainwashing, tuh! That's not real."

"It is Princess Shuri," Steve said, moving closer to the chamber. "Hydra turned my best friend into a monster against his will. You are the only people I trust to help me."

"Revive a terrorist colonizer, is that what we do now, Brother?" Shuri said, ignoring Steve completely.

"Will you do this for me?" T'Challa asked.

He couldn't tell her the full truth. T'Challa didn't give a damn about Bucky Barnes or Captain America. For a year, he tried to figure out a way to revive Erik. He could keep his cousin alive by purely physical means, but reviving him was beyond his power, even with the secret help of doctors spirited into Necropolis City. He declined to do more for fear of killing Erik, especially his brain. It was better to experiment with someone else. Someone who also experienced trauma and was created from advanced means. Bucky with a super serum, and Erik with the heart-shaped herb that coursed through him because he became King, and also because it was in his father N'Jobu's bloodstream from birth. King Azzuri had children after he became Black Panther. The power of the herb lived in T'Chaka and N'Jobu naturally.

T'Challa needed a backup plan if the peace in the land went to shit. He didn't trust the rebels to be patient with the raising of Riki and Joba. They could want T'Challa removed sooner than later. Bringing Erik back to life was something he had failed to do. Shuri could possibly do it. But he didn't want the weight of failure on her spirit. Bucky Barnes was the experimental rat he would allow his sister to play with. If she could bring him back rehabilitated, then she could bring Erik back.

Shuri looked over at the white man in the false sleep.

"I have full control? No input from anyone other than who I seek?" Shuri asked.

"This will be under your full control," he said.

She smirked.

"Then I will accept the task of waking up the colonizer and making a proper human out of him," she said.

Steve Rogers exhaled and slapped T'Challa on the back.

Chapter 10 HERE.

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denkamis · 4 years ago

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random things they know a weird amount about.

masterlist.

characters: langa, reki, cherry, joe, shadow, & miya.

warnings: none! just some headcanons bc i’m still mourning the end of sk8.

notes: thank you laz ( @levsbunny ) for giving me this adorable sk8 hc request, i ended up word vomiting a bit but it helped me get out of my little writing slump <3

LANGA HASEGAWA knows a lot about children's tv shows. like sitcoms and stuff. back in canada, it was a bit of a tradition to watch the saturday morning cartoons with his dad. he knows a lot of stupid jokes from like dora, toopy and binoo, pingu, the big red couch, that kind of thing. but also sitcoms like icarly, victorious, drake and josh were tokens of his childhood along with hannah montana and suite life of zack and cody. he just liked watching them because that's when his parents saw him actually show emotion.

REKI KYAN has a lot of knowledge about five nights at freddy's. he had a markiplier, jacksepticeye & pewdiepie phase. he was there for the pink mustache and probably has a plush of septic eye sam in his closet behind spare skateboards. he was so intrigued by five nights at freddy's and i feel like he would be more engrossed in the whole mechanical side of things how how the animatronics work because wo a h. bit of a bonus, but also a bit of a given, i feel like he knows a lot about cars. how they work, how they run, how to take care of them. that kinda thing

KAORU SAKURAYASHIKI knows a lot about fashion and clothing. he knows what looks good, what doesn't look good, what's in style and what's not in style. THAT BEING SAID HE KNOWS A LOT ABOUT REALITY TV. listen listen listen- he watches rupaul's dragrace and i do not take criticism. he loves watching the cat fights, the fashion challenges, he thinks it's absolutely wild and i fucking love the idea of cherry being entirely into reality tv like house hunters or queer eye. KING SHIT

KORJIRO NANJO knows a lot about old music. like i'm talking beatles, queen, disco, techno, you name it, he 1000% has a record for it (bc he has a record player at home). i see him as an old soul who knows a lot of older classics like elvis and other. please pass him the aux cord when you're driving with him, he has the perfect music for everything. he much prefers old tunes that you can dance to, whether it's swing dancing or slow dancing, i just see him as very joyful and it's an aspect of his personality that grabs the attention of the ladies too

HIROMI HIGA knows a lot about skincare. hey man, he can't have his skin breaking out under all that goth makeup now can he? he moisturizes, has a proper routine he follows every single day. if you ask him about it, he will go OFF on what's best to treat your skin for what you want to achieve. he knows how to take care of himself and will make sure you're taking care of yourself too. like he just knows the names of chemicals in certain lotions and shit and it's like "bro wtf" but he really does pay attention to those things. it's not "clown makeup", it's hiromi™ approved

MIYA CHINEN knows a lot about figurines. like where to buy them, how to clean them and make sure they're all in pristine shape. he has a lot of amiibos (those figures they have for nintendo switches) and other miscellaneous figures like pop vinyls and nendoids for his favourite video game & anime characters. they're all decorated around his room and he'll tell you where he got the best deals and how rare each of them are. miya also knows a lot about the dream smp, i don't think i have to explain myself there

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crustaceousfaggot · 2 years ago

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I think the interest in Jean has less to do with what we actually see of him, and more to do with what we don't see of him.

First, although Jean only appears onscreen in the short conversation in the Whirling and later at the end of the game, there are several more scenes of him scattered around the game, which you'll only see if you have high Shivers and Esprit de Corps. They really put Jean in a whole new light for me. You might already know this, but I just want to put it out there in case you didn't.

What I think has led to Jean being such a popular character is the deliberate choice by the writers to imply a lot more about Jean than what we're explicitly told, as well as all the loose ends surrounding him which are left unresolved at the end of the game.

Jean is not just a mostly unimportant side character who fans have read into and made to seem more important than he is because they think he's hot. Jean and Harry are shown to have quite the complex relationship, one which is left somewhat unexplored - not because the game doesn't cover it, but because Harry, our POV character, knows next to nothing about it and has bigger things to worry about. Jean is important to the narrative, he's just not that important to an amnesiac Harry dealing with 1000 other things. At least, not until the confrontation at the end of the game.

Jean's conflicting feelings about and actions towards Harry are messy in the way that fandoms love. Jean cares about Harry. This is something we know. Just look at him saying he worries about Harry, or how Torson and McLaine make fun of the closeness of the relationship. Hell, the last image of the game isn't between Harry and Kim, it isn't between Harry and Cuno, or Klassje, or Dora, or anyone else who Harry bonds with over the course of the game. It's him and Jean leaning on each other.

They have a close relationship- or at least they had one once. It's made quite clear that, even before Harry's amnesia, there was a huge amount of tension in their relationship, primarily brought on by Harry's spiralling. In fact, Jean repeatedly states that he believes Harry is beyond help or improvement - whether he genuinely believes this is up to interpretation.

The way Jean treats Harry in their conversations is very interesting. There is disgust at Harry's state. There is care and worry about his wellbeing. There is an interesting current of infantalization and ableism - on several occasions Jean expresses the idea that Harry is completely inept, a risk to himself and others, and incapable of looking after himself. There is anger, both at Harry's actions in the game and those beforehand. There is hurt - perhaps just because Harry has forgotten about him, perhaps because Harry seems to be improving without his help. And then there are all of Jean's issues independent of Harry - his depression, his self-loathing, his thoughts towards his work with the RCM, the seeming lack of other meaningful connections in his life.

What do all these conflicting sentiments mean? Where did they come from? How do they coexist and interact with each other? Are they justified? All of these questions provide a means for fandoms to do what fandoms do - fill in the gaps and explore things which canon left ambiguous or unexplained.

Crucially though, beyond just the nuance within the interaction we see, there are three things that the game hints at but never actually shows us.

What were the events that led to their relationship being in the state it's reached by the time of Harry's bender?

How did that relationship manifest, and how did Harry and Jean interact before the events of the game?

How, if at all, does their relationship resolve itself going forward?

The answers to these questions, as well as those mentioned above, provide an absolutely perfect framework for fanworks. There's tons and tons to go off of, but also plenty of unknowns to play around with.

Jean Viqeumare isn't an example of a fandom latching on to an unimportant side character for no other reason than that they want another Boy to Do Fandom On. At least, not entirely. Jean is a complicated and important character in canon, and there is a lot to work with in terms of unexplored avenues.

The bunny suit though? If it's the art I'm thinking of (and I imagine it is, I'm not sure how much fanart of Bunny Suit Jean Viqeumare there can be), then.. yeah. I don't think there was a complex motivation behind that one I think it was just hot.

(Sorry, I know this probably isn't what you wanted when you made this post, I just relish an opportunity to write at length about Disco Elysium characters)

i'm gonna be honest i didn't even think jean discoelysium was in the game enough for there to be a fanon version of him. never underestimate the power of people who want to draw killer cops in bunny suits i guess

#disclaimer I know none of this analysis is really. new or groundbreaking #and there are better and more in-depth Jean analyses done by people smarter and more articulate than myself #my goal wasn't really to explain his character - just to show how much depth and room for interpretation he has #disco elyisum #jean viquemare #disco elysium meta

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raindancer2004 · 3 years ago

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1000 Year Celebration

Word Count: 3,203 Demetri x reader One shot Warnings: Fluff, mentions of feeding from a human.

This little oneshot is in celebration of hitting 300 followers on 27.06.21. This is a thank you to each and every one of you lovely people for your continued love and support. It is greatly appreciated.

Demetri and his mate Y/N met about 10 months ago and have been inseparable ever since. Y/N had accepted Demetri 100%, diet included despite being human herself. He was proud of his human mate and showed her off to the other guards in the castle.

Marcus confirmed the mate bond was strong between them and he and Aro welcomed her into their home; after all Aro was a sucker for a happy ending, especially if it involved one of his guards.

The Queens loved her the moment they saw her, a maternal instinct awakening in them both, even Caius liked her, but his brothers put it down to her being respectful of them even though she was not yet one of their subjects.

Y/N had told Demetri she wanted to build upon their bond, form a fully rounded relationship with him, become his best friend as well as his mate and lover and he couldn’t agree fast enough. He wanted to learn everything about her, his human and he wanted her to know everything about him in return.

Demetri had told her about being born in what is now known as Ancient Greece around 1000AD, and that he was 21 years old when Amun turned him and took him to live with him and Kebi in Egypt. “Amun helped me through my newborn year; teaching me to hunt, informing me of the laws of this world, ensuring I survived my first few years of immortality. Whilst helping me work on my self-control he helped me hone my tracking gift; which only improved over the years” She smiled at him “Sounds like an interesting start to your immortal life” He nodded at her “Me being turned was not planned as yours will be but I don’t regret becoming a vampire as it led me to you mi amore” He said as he looked in her eyes and held her hands in his. “But you’ve been on your own for so long…” “You are more than worth the wait darling” He cut her off smiling.

“How long after you became immortal did you join the Volturi?” “I do not remember exactly, but I do know that I have been with them for many many centuries. I mean I am over 1000 years old” He replied. “Wow so you’re not just an old man, you’re ancient” She teased him, his pulled her onto his lap, holding her in place with one hand whilst the other lightly tickles her side. Her soft giggles fill the air “I may be ancient but I’m all yours for eternity and they say things get better with age” He winked at her before capturing her lips in a sweet kiss “Yes, Dem you’re like a fine wine, a very old fine wine” She teased him again and felt his fingers lightly brushing her sides, lightly tickling her “I love you Dem” She said before pressing her lips to his “I love you too” He said against her lips and resumed their kiss.

Y/N asked for a private meeting with Caius and he agreed to meet her in his private study knowing they would have privacy away from his brothers and the guards. “How can I help you Y/N?” “Well, I wondered if you knew when Demetri joined the guard?” She replied, he thought for a moment before getting up from his desk and retrieving a book from the bookcase. He sat back at his desk and opened the book flipping past the first few pages. “According to my records he has been with us for 1000 years next month” She smiled at him “Thank you Caius” “What are you up to?” He was curious, he closed the book and leant forward waiting for her to answer. “I-I want to do something to celebrate his 1000 years with you, I mean it’s a big milestone” “Yes it is. I trust you want this kept as quiet as possible, whatever it is you plan to do” He enquired further and she nodded “When you have figured how you wish to celebrate his achievement, let me know and I’ll help you my dear” He gave her warm smile, something that was very rare to see unless you were Dora or about to be ‘dealt with’ for committing some crime. “Thank you Caius, I’ll do that.”

Y/N took a few days to think about how she would like to celebrate Demetri’s big milestone, wanting to do something special for him. She was sitting in the library reading with Jane doing the same when an idea struck her “Yes, perfect” She muttered low to herself but Jane heard her and turned to look at her “You ok Y/N?” “Yes thank you Jane. I-I need to see Caius” Y/N got up from the sofa and made her way to the throne room.

“Good morning Y/N” Santiago greeted with a smile “If it’s Demetri you’re after he is in the training room” “Thank you, but no it’s actually Caius I need to see. Is it ok to enter?” She replied and smiled at him “I’ll just check for you.” Santiago returned seconds later “You can go in Y/N” He held the doors open for her.

Y/N entered the throne and was greeted by the Kings with a smile. “Come with me to my study my dear” Caius held out his hand to her and she accepted and Caius led her out of the back entrance of the throne room. Aro and Marcus watching with curiosity shining in their ruby eyes.

Once they entered the study he locked the door so they couldn’t be disturbed and led her over to the sofa. “I assume you have an idea in mind for Demetri’s celebration” He said low and she nodded smiling “I’d like to throw him a surprise party, in the ballroom if I may?” She asked low, a little nervous “Of course. That’s a splendid idea Y/N. Whatever I can do to help, just let me know” “Actually, I could do with somewhere private and quiet to plan the party, somewhere where he can’t discover my plans” Caius thought for a moment before replying “You can use my study. We’ll meet here every at 12.00noon and spend a few hours planning” “Really? That would be great. Thank you so much” Y/N replied smiling wide.

Y/N was allowed to use Caius’ private study to plan the party as it was safe from prying eyes. The first thing she did was make a list of what needed to be done.

To do list

Make a guest list

Send invitations

Speak to Heidi about blood bags for the vampire guests

Sort food and drink for Gianna and I

Buy decorations

Buy Dem a gift

Y/N got permission from Caius to invite Amun, Kebi and the other members of his coven Ben and Tia. She hoped Amun and Kebi would attend the celebration, because without Amun turning Demetri there would no party.

Party invitations were sent out clearly marked ‘Surprise Party’ and had Gianna’s email address as the RSVP contact at the bottom of the invite cards. So far so good.

Demetri did start to get a little suspicious of Y/N spending so much time with Caius and asked her about it. She hated to lie to him as they had promised to be open and honest with each other. ‘it’s a small white lie. He’ll understand once he’s at the party’ She tried to keep her breathing and heartrate steady as she spoke “Caius is teaching me about the Volturi’s history, how they came to power and the of the various laws they have put in place to protect both the human and vampire world. He wanted me to be prepared and to be aware of the laws although he knows I’d never break them” He nodded and smiled “That’s very nice of him” “Yes, I thought so too and it gives me something to do whilst you’re on duty” She replied and kissed his lips softly “I love you Y/N” “I love you too.”

The RSVPs came back to Gianna in a timely manner which Y/N was happy about as it meant everything was going accordingly to schedule.

Caius called to Heidi to his office one afternoon and explained the situation to her “I need you to liaise with your doctor friend and arrange plenty of blood bags for the party” She nodded and smiled at Y/N ‘Dem’s lucky to have her’ She thought to herself. “I am swearing you to secrecy. If anyone finds out about this, if Demetri finds out about this…” He paused for dramatic effect; Y/N chuckled low “…You will spend three months in the dungeon without being fed so much as a mouse. Do you understand?” “Yes, master. I understand. Y/N’s secret is safe with me” She replied and bowed her head to him.

About a week before the party Y/N had an idea for an extra special gift she could get her beloved mate. So the following evening when Demetri was on duty, Y/N went to see Gianna to see if she could help arrange this surprise, stopping to collect Heidi from her room on her way.

Heidi was beyond excited to help Y/N with this extra gift “Leave it with me hunny. You truly are an amazing mate Y/N. I must be honest with you, I actually envy Dem as this moment” Heidi said and gave her wink, her tone sincere. Y/N blushed slightly, “Thank you Heidi.”

Caius had filled Aro and Marcus in on Y/N’s plans and they agreed to send Demetri away for two days and one night to allow Y/N, Heidi and Gianna to finalise plans and decorate the ballroom.

Aro sent Demetri, Felix and Alec away telling them to enjoy some downtime as things were quiet at the castle. Although Demetri thought it was weird, he wasn’t about to question some time off. “Although, before you ask the trip is for the three of you, you’ve worked very hard lately and deserve to relax and have fun. Go hunting even. Y/N will stay and spend time with Jane as she too has some time off” Aro said looking directly at Demetri, who nodded. He said goodbye to Y/N and left the castle with Felix and Alec.

The day before the party Y/N checked her to do list and ticked off the last item – Buy Dem a gift.

To do list

Make a guest list

Send invitations

Speak to Heidi about blood bags for the vampire guests

Sort food and drink for Gianna and I

Buy decorations

Buy Dem a gift

Santiago offered to help hang the decorations when he passed the ballroom and saw Y/N standing on a chair trying to stick a long banner to the wall on her own. “Demetri would have my head if you hurt yourself and I did nothing to help” He said as he grabbed the other end of the banner. “Thank you for your help” She smiled at him. He nodded at her and a moment of silence passed before he spoke “So this is what you have been planning with Caius recently, a surprise party for Demetri?” “Yes, he’s been with the Volturi for 1000 years and I wanted to celebrate that. Caius allowed me to use his study to plan in order to keep it a secret” She replied smiling “Well, he’ll be surprised that’s for sure. I mean we only found out about the party today” He smiled at her “No more climbing about to hang decorations, just leave me a list of what else needs putting up and I’ll see to it whilst you sleep” “Thank you Santiago, that’d be great” She gave him a warm smile, one he returned.

The following day at around 18.00pm, the guests arrive at the castle and are shown straight to the ballroom. There are two long tables along the right-hand side of the room, one has jugs of blood and glasses for the vampires, the other had food and wine for Gianna and Y/N.

“Hello Amun, Kebi, it’s nice to see you both again” Marcus greets with a smile “It’s nice to see you too” Amun replies, his lips pulled into a small smile “I’m surprised we got an invite to the party considering…” Amun trailed off “Y/N, Demetri’s mate wanted to celebrate his 1000 years of service with us and asked if she could invite you both. After all, you are his sire, if it wasn’t for you we would never have met him and neither would Y/N” Marcus replied.

Heidi stepped beside Y/N “Demetri’s back, Felix and Alec are bringing him here now. I sent Alec a text earlier to ensure they were back on time” Heidi whispers low “Thank you Heidi” “You’re welcome. Oh and Alec made sure they all changed into something clean and appropriate for the party” Heidi replied with a smile.

The ballroom doors open and as Demetri enters everyone shouts “SURPRISE!” He is genuinely shocked and his face proves it. His eyes scan the crowd, finding his mate standing beside Heidi and Caius smiling wide. He speeds over to her, gently cupping her face in his hands and brushes his lips over hers softly “Thank you my darling” “Happy 1000 years in service as an Elite Guard” She tells him smiling, he looks to Caius who nods before looking back at Y/N and kissing her again.

Demetri spots Amun and Kebi and looks down at Y/N “There’s a few people I’d like you to meet, as they’re here” He intertwines his fingers with hers and they cross the room to where they are talking to Ben and Tia. “Hello Amun, Kebi, it’s nice to see you both. It’s been a while” Demetri holds out his hand to Amun, and gently gives Kebi a one arm hug, kissing her cheek. “Hello Demetri” They reply together and turn to look at Y/N. “Amun, Kebi, this is Y/N, she’s my mate, Y/N meet Amun, my sire and Kebi, his mate” “It’s very nice to meet you both. Dem’s told me a lot about you” Y/N smiles at them “It’s nice to meet you too and welcome to the family Y/N” Kebi replies with a warm smile and gently embraces her “Yes, it’s nice to meet you too and I’m glad my son has finally found his one” Amun smiles at her too. “Y/N, this is Benjamin, my younger brother…” He nods to Amun “…and his mate Tia” “It’s nice to meet you both too” Y/N smiles and is a little shocked when Benjamin hugs her “I look forward to getting to know you…sister” “I’ve always wanted a sister” Tia adds as she too pulls Y/N into a hug “I’m looking forward to getting to know you all too and thank you for coming today” “How could we not? Demetri is my son and I’m proud of him and hopefully we all make more of an effort to stay in touch” Amun replies “I’d like that too” Demetri smiled back at him.

The ballroom is alive with the chatter of the vampires, some of whom are dancing and showing off their ‘skills.’ Y/N is dancing with Demetri when Heidi approaches “Ready when you are” She whispers in Y/N’s ear before turning to give the Josh a nod who turns the music down, this gaining the attention of the room.

Josh presses play and ‘Celebration’ by Kylie Minogue begins to play low in the background as Y/N steps out of Demetri’s arms and goes to stand by Josh “I have a ‘special’ surprise for Demetri, if you could all stand behind him in an arch that’d be great. Thank you” She announces as Santiago places a chair behind Dem “Sit please” Dem nods and takes a seat.

The track gets turned up as everyone then forms an arch behind him as Y/N makes her way to stand beside Demetri and Heidi wheels in a very large white cake decorated with blood red flowers linked by black vines. A few moments pass to allow everyone to take in the appearance of the very large cake “Now” Heidi whispers and steps back just as a blonde girl ‘pops’ out of the cake dressed in a red corset with black lace detail and matching lace panties, a black suspender belt holds up her black fishnet stockings, her outfit finished with black five-inch stilettos.

Wolf whistles fill the room as she dances inside the cake. Demetri turns his head to Y/N, an eyebrow raised “She’s your favourite type ‘A Negative’” She smiles and winks at him. He smiles back and pulls her onto his lap, turning her head a little and he kisses her before turning to look at the dancing blonde he gets to enjoy later or so he thought.

Y/N climbed off his lap and stood beside him again and watched as Josh helped the blonde girl out of the cake. She then proceeds to dance her way over to Demetri, more wolf whistles fill the room “Lucky bastard” Felix mutters low. “Great present Y/N” Ben says into her ear, chuckling low.

The blonde stops in front of Demetri for a moment before placing a leg either side of his thighs and dances for him. She places his hands on her waist and continues to dance before sitting down on his lap, giving him a lap dance. Demetri pulls her in close and buries his head into the crook of her neck, inhaling her delicious A Negative scent.

The vampires in the room back away slightly to allow him to enjoy his gift, some resuming their conversations, some dancing whilst others continue to watch him and his ‘gift’. He hears her heart rate increase a little and feels her pulse rise “SShh, it’s ok” He whispers against her neck as his hold on her tightens. He inhales the scent of her blood one more time before sinking his teeth into her skin, letting the warm liquid run down his throat. He lets out a low moan of satisfaction as he savours the taste of her blood. He sinks his teeth in a little deeper, her body going limp in his arms as he draws every last drop of her blood to the surface, being careful to not spill a drop. Lifeless she slumps forward a little and he pulls away from her neck and wipes his lips with his thumb before letting her body fall to the floor.

He stands and turns to find Y/N talking to Tia and Ben, allowing her mate to enjoy his ‘gift’ without her watching him. She feels his hands on her waist and his cool breath on her neck before he places a kiss there. He turns her in his arms so she’s facing him “Thank you for my ‘gift’ darling. You truly are the best mate a guy could ask for.” He then captured her lips in a passionate kiss.

“They’re perfect for each other” Kebi whispers to Amun “Yes, and they truly adore one another too” Amun replies as he watches Demetri and Y/N share another kiss, before he leads her back onto the dancefloor.

#demetri volturi #felix volturi #jane volturi #alec volturi #aro volturi #caius volturi #marcus volturi #sulpicia volturi #athenodora volturi #heidi volturi #chelsea volturi #santiago volturi #demetri x reader #oneshot #volturi #twilight #celebration #Spotify

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ebonyslasher · 4 years ago

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What they watch

He's kinda particular but not really. If it doesn't catch his attention fast, then he won't watch. He can easily tune stuff out.

If it's chaotic or has fighting/killing in it, he's good to go.

He likes watching Hells Kitchen. He mainly watches to see Gordon yelling in peoples faces and cussing at them; and he does so fantastically. Mostly everyone on there just takes it, still even respecting him after he calls him a donkey. He likes that display of dominance and power; wishing he could do that to random people just to see them cry. But he doesn’t really talk. The only person allowed to hear his voice is you.

Does watch anime and some cartoons with you. But he only likes the ones that are gory and dark; very actiony. He isn’t with the whole, ‘I fight for my friends’ BS.

Michael is a secure enough guy to admit he likes Bad Girls Club. Just random girls going at it and even getting into fist fight; it’s like the producer knew exactly what he likes. The chaos in the show is unreal. He doesn’t care for the partying and calm moments.

His favorite BGC girl is Meghan. She beat two bitches, at the same time, down a hallway. No sweat, they barely got a hit on her, and she had a straight face throughout the whole thing. Badass shit.

Give him all the cartoon. Don’t hold back cause he will sit and watch every single one.

One of the only times where he will sit still

He likes the interactive kids shows like Dora. He will yell at the screen in frustration, as if the characters can hear him. Just let him be.

The one show that always makes the both of you laugh is ed, edd, n eddy. It’s such a classic for you. He likes the random nonsense that goes on. It never gets old and you both watch the episodes over and over again.

Obsessed with DC/Marvel cartoons. If you order him some superhero apparel he will love you forever. His favorite superhero would probably be the flash

They are all over with their tv preferences. They don't really have a genre that they stick to like Brahms.

1000 ways to die was their shit back before they stopped showing it. That show was their gateway into watching liveleak once they discovered it.

I can see them mainly watching mtv/vh1 old school era as they grew up. They would watch the bam margera show religiously.

Stu would like regular show, I feel like it really goes well with his type of humour. Billy would like sitcom shows like boy meets world and fresh prince

Y'all all like watching the real housewives of Atlanta. They don't know why they like it, but it's always entertaining watching real life drama. Also they get to secretly drool over the women in the show. Stu love/hates Nene while Billy likes and respects Kandi.

#slasher x reader #slasher x black reader #michael myers #michael myers x reader #billy loomis #stu macher #stu x reader x billy #brahms heelshire #brahms x reader #i like kandi too #i just hate when she takes thru her teeth sometimes lol

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magnificent-buckless-butt · 4 years ago

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This was free serotonin episode! [Tfatws episode 5]

Idk what I can say about this episode like, it was just all the scenes I've been dying to see since episode 1, one after the other.

Sambucky vs Walker. First of, holy shit the cinematography. The mood, the camera angles, Wyatt's acting... Incredible! Second, holy shit the fight. You know how damn good Marvel is at hand-to-hand combat? But at the same you know the bad guy can't ever win? My dudes, I was stressed. For real. I almost stopped breathing when Bucky was out and Walker was trying to murder Sam. I might have screamed out of fear when he ripped the wings. 1000/100, never been so invested in a fight before.

Regarding the conversation prior to the fight: Sam really went all his way out to empathise with Walker and even help him. We stan one hell of a kind Cap.

Torres makes a come back. Always appreciated.

Sam said "keep the wings." No sir, I do not like the idea of you being Cap without also being the Falcon.

Walker got sent home. We really thought they'll defend him, who knew? But seeing him in this situation was so fucking good. (Tho he was right in the way he is the product of the military.)

Was that Comtesse Val the cameo? Idk who that actress is but the lady is consoling Walker which is the last fucking thing I want to see. She's the real villain of the show.

Bucky delivers Zemo to the Dora Milaje. Ayo calls him White Wolf again but asks him not to come back to Wakanda for a while. Bucky is humble. I hope this put an end to the fucking discourse.

He's asking for a last favor: for them to welcome Isaiah?

Sam went to talk with Isaiah alone. Isaiah mentioned the tetanus so we're really looking at the Tuskegee Experiment here. Also "my boys were captured and the army considered them doomed but I went there alone and saved them?" Yeah, just say you pull off a Steve Rogers in Azzano but since you were black it didn't end up the same way. Not even subtle and I liked it very much.

Bucky casually showing up at Sam's doorstep. The Wakandan favor is new vibranium wings for Sam, I call dibs on it.

Also, not even gonna mention how I ADORED every second of all those scenes. We really got domestic sambucky and it cured my depression.

"Sharon is Power Broker" theory is reallyyyyy tempting now ngl

Walker having the nerves to lie to Lemar's parents. But also, Lemar's sister seems like having none of his shit.

Sam's training montage. I, um, might have stared at those biceps. Also those fricking acrobatics? CAN SOMEONE TELL ME IF THAT WAS ANTHONY MACKIE? CAN THE MAN REALLY DO THAT?

In short: it was a very calm episode, felt like a nice refreshing breathe. And it ruined my business in fanfictions because I got everything I wanted. Good job Marvel.

#buck watches tfatws #tfatws #tfatws spoilers #tfatws episode 5 #sam wilson #anthony mackie #bucky barnes #sebastian stan #john walker #wyatt russell #isaiah bradley

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echoghost1 · 4 years ago

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Dannymay 2021 Day 07: Illusion

Stone Baby Curse

[chapter 01/??]

Summary: Danny stumbles upon a strange object while walking home. It looks like a baby, but it's made entirely of stone.

It's also super cursed.

Word Count: 923

A/N: This story was 1000% Inspired by Tales from the Edge by Marsalias/@five-rivers

You can read it on AO3 or down below the cut

Danny was walking home after hanging out with his friends and was enjoying the soft orange glow of the setting sun when he noticed Paulina in the park. She was alone and her attention was on something below her at the base of the tree.

Curious, Danny went over to her.

By the time he reached her, she was kneeling in front of the object. Her focus seemed to be completely on it, but she did acknowledge him when he got close enough. “Isn’t it the cutest thing you’ve ever seen?” or at least he assumed she was talking to him.

She was staring at a rock.

Well, it was actually more of a statue? A weird doll? Whatever it was it gave Danny a bad feeling.

She reached for it, but Danny stopped her instinctively, “No, wait!”

She wrenched her hand from his grip, “What the heck, Danny?”

“Sorry. I-” he hesitated.

Why did he stop her again? Oh right.

“I think it’s cursed.”

She immediately stood up and took a definitive step back. “Nope. Not happening.” She turned on her heel and stormed off clearly annoyed that spooky ghost stuff was messing with her and that her beloved Phantom was nowhere in sight.

Danny chuckled at the sight before returning his attention to the stone baby. It was beautifully carved and incredibly detailed; whoever made it really was a gifted artist to be able to capture life so perfectly.

Too bad it was super cursed.

The energy of it, the whole vibe was just off. Sure, looking back, Dora’s dragon amulet had a bit of this energy to it too, but this was at a whole other level.

He knelt down to get a closer look at it and wondered how he was supposed to deal with this thing. He was pretty sure touching it would be bad, seeing as it seemed to really want that.

He shuddered, not at all liking that this thing was able to push thoughts into his head. That it wanted.

He couldn’t just leave it here for someone else to get cursed. Clearly, he had to do something. It was his job to keep the town safe. Today that meant he had to do something to take care of this cursed baby.

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He blinked and he wasn’t in the park anymore. He wasn’t even outside. He was back home in his room.

How?

He didn’t remember walking home. Or even flying.

Why did his arms feel so heavy?

He looked down and screamed.

It was the baby.

When did he pick it up?

He never touched it!

He panicked and chucked it at his bed.

This turned out to be the exact wrong thing to do.

The instant the stone left his arms, a piercing wail filled the room. Danny tried to cover his ears to block the awful sound, but it was no use. The sound had penetrated deep into his very being. Nothing could block the cries. He had to make it stop. He’d do anything!

“Okay! Okay!” he pulled himself off the floor, not quite sure when he had fallen down, and carefully picked the baby up. “I’m sorry! I’m sorry! I won’t do it again. Please just stop.”

He climbed into bed and rocked both himself and the stone baby back and forth in a desperate attempt to soothe it.

It just kept crying.

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He had no idea how long he spent rocking the baby, but he just kept going.

The cry wasn't as awful as it had been before, not nearly as shrill. Now it was more desperate. There was a longing, a familiar ache.

There was a knock on his door and Jazz poked her head in. Normally he'd be mad that she didn't wait for him to say she could come in, but he didn't care right now.

"Jazz?" He was barely able to choke out her name, his own voice cracking in sympathy pain.

She was at his side in an instant, pulling him into a hug and running her hand in comforting circles on his back. “What’s wrong?”

“I don’t know what to do.” his voice kept cracking and he didn’t know why, “I just want it to stop. Why won’t it stop?”

Jazz leaned back on her heels and looked him over for a moment before she asked her next question, “why won’t what stop, Danny?”

“The baby! Why won’t it stop crying?”

She looked suddenly very alarmed. She leaned back further and looked deliberately from him to the baby. “Danny, I don’t know how to tell you this so I’m just going to say it.”

He tilted his head in confusion but didn’t interrupt her.

“The only one in here that’s crying is you.”

And to prove her point, she carefully reached up and wiped a fresh tear from his cheek.

He swallowed the lump in his throat and looked down at the baby. The silent stone baby.

Tear stains speckled its smooth cold surface, darkened trails accentuating the curves of its carved features.

They were all from him.

How long had he been crying?

He looked back to Jazz. What on earth was he going to tell her? How was he going to get out of this mess?

What was he supposed to do now?

Right. Of course.

“I have to take care of the baby.”

It felt nice knowing what he had to do.

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All of the Zalgo Text translates to: Take care of the baby.

#dannymay 2021 #Danny Phantom #Phan fic #zalgo text #but it's only one phrase and I have the translation at the end #Danny Fenton #Jazz Fenton #cursed objects

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Please tell us about the cinema, I beg you

Oh boy...that accursed night. If you think fanfic plots are chaotic, just wait for this story.

Story under the cut:

So, I just got this job at my small town’s local theatre. I genuinely enjoyed it, and was quite content with the way things were going—fun shifts, cool coworkers, and a nice boss. So I thought.

I was only two weeks in when the “incident” occurred.

At the theatre, we had to collect a walkie talkie radio at the start of every shift, and sign it in and out with a piece of paper in the office.

It was a little clunky and annoying when cleaning cinemas with vacuums, but nothing to cry over.

One night, I’m put to work with a new supervisor I hadn’t met before and some new coworkers (they’d all been there a while, but this was my first shift with them).

For a little context, I’m 19, and most of the other employees were like 15-17. So, I was basically being bossed around by pretentious, power-tripping kids. Fun.

King Kong vs Godzilla had just been released, so of course, the theatre was packed that night — 130 people per room.

Now, we usually have 20-30 minute intervals between sessions to clean the cinemas, but with the release of a new movie, it was cut down in half, sometimes less.

I was cleaning the most popular cinema that night, and was first told to take my time, as it needed to be spotless. Also, side note, can people please not throw popcorn everywhere? It’s a pain to clean. Then again, I don’t work there anymore nor ever will, so do what you want, I suppose.

My little coworker told me to take my radio off my belt and put it aside to get a good vacuum going through each aisle, as it apparently made it easier, as the cord would sometimes get wrapped around the radio stem.

Fair enough.

I did so, and left it on the wooden platform of the rows to begin vacuuming. He leaves and I get to work.

However, he comes rushing back a few minutes later and says, “what the hell are you still cleaning for?? We’ve got a hundred people waiting outside???”

I’m over it™️ at this point because I only took this job to see the behind the scenes of how a cinema works. I shrug and go, “okay”

I pack the vacuum up and try to leave hastily, as he’s being very antsy and pushy.

He gets frustrated and grabs the rest of my cleaning crap to leave, and tells me to hurry up behind him.

My hands are full and I can’t grab the radio, so I say, “what about the walkie talkie?”

I swear I hear him say, “leave it, there’s no time!”

I shrug and think it’s weird, but trust him to know better.

However, once I dump my crap and prepare to leave, as a hundred people are pushing in behind me, my intuition tells me to grab the walkie talkie.

I rush back in to where I left it, and find it missing

I have a brief moment of “oh shit”

However, I think to myself, “it’s okay, you only took this job for shits and giggles. If they fire you, you have your other job anyways. What’s the worst that can happen?”

If only I knew.

An hour goes by into my shift, and I’m cleaning another cinema with the same coworker. I’ve kind of shoved the walkie talkie thing to the back of my mind, because I was doing a closing shift that night and could probably get away with not facing my manager about the sign out sheet.

However, at one point the boy goes, “where’s your radio??”

Sheepishly, I say, “uh...I left it in cinema 3, like you told me to?”

He sort of pales and I think this little skinny high schooler is about to pass out.

He starts yelling at me and tells me that I need to get my flashlight and start checking every single row in there.

I go, “fuck no, the movie is still going? You want me to flash a torch in the peoples’ faces during King Kong?? The one cinema hosting the entirety of the sweaty balls side of reddit right now???”

He gets very shitty and says, “I’ll do it myself, wait here.”

By now I know I’m in the shit, but shrug and remember I can always escape through the vents if need be.

Now, there was this really fucking annoying 15 year old boy I was working with that night, who’s the definition of the “well aCtUaLlY” guy irl

He comes sprinting into the theatre I was cleaning, and starts literally interrogating me over this walkie talkie. Like, he thinks he’s the “bad cop” or some shit. Other coworkers closer to my age had already warned me about him before I even met him.

The other boy I was working with apparently couldn’t find it, and just didn’t want to deal with the consequences that night so much, that he called his mum to come pick him up early.

Weakling child.

It was at this point that I quietly arrived at the conclusion of “they think I stole it”

I didn’t understand why, it’s a fucking walkie talkie? What’s the big deal? Go get a Dora the Explorer one to replace it from Target??

I let my inner Mickey Milkovich come out, and play cool.

Him: you fucking stole it

Me:

This 15 year old Ben Shapiro-looking fucker starts grilling me, and literally places me under theatre arrest. I wasn’t allowed to leave the room I was cleaning, in other words.

He gets uncomfortably close—just me and this weird boy in this dark theatre—and goes, “I want you to be brutally honest with me...did you take the walkie talkie? I won’t tell the manager that you did.”

If you guys know me well enough from my blog, then you know this boy suffered a great deal of aggressive sarcasm in response.

He gets pissed (brown-noser), and tells me to continue cleaning, as he leaves the theatre.

Only ten minutes go by until he comes back, but this time with “good cop”.

I roll my eyes, and turn the vacuum off.

They stand at the bottom of the cinema blocking my entrance with their arms folded, and start interrogating me about stealing it.

I give them some more Mickey Milkovich sarcasm, as I had already explained to them a hundred times what happened.

They involve the manager (snitches) and now I’m really in trouble.

They force me to go into the cinema whilst the movie is still playing to look for it. Begrudgingly grabbing my flashlight, and preparing for rightfully angry people as I search their crotches in the middle of a highly anticipated movie, I head inside theatre 3.

Fuck doing that though, I watch the movie instead with the people and eat some popcorn.

Figuring a reasonable amount of time to search had gone by, I sadly leave the cool laser battle scene, and head back out.

Me: “I searched and couldn’t find it.”

Power-complex 15 year old with a punchable Ben Shapiro face: “Did you look everywhere in the cinema??”

Me: “Yeah, I shoved a flashlight up seat 33’s asshole and checked it myself.”

Some more pissy exchanges take place, and I’m told to go clean another cinema.

I’m having fun at this point, because I’ve worked enough jobs to know this situation was being dealt with incredibly immaturely by the other staff.

Regarding accidents like these in the workplace, and given how big the cinema chain is, they should know insurance covers a simple walkie talkie, and that assuming the new employee stole something which is misplaced is a bad way to integrate them into your company. It’s simply a bad look for your business.

I’m cleaning another cinema when all three come in, and tell me they’re going to put cinema 3 on lockdown when the movie ends, and check everyone’s bags.

I’m amused at this point, so I really just go “damn bro that’s wild”

They do exactly that, and it’s as awkward as you can imagine.

People are angry and annoyed—all 130 of them at 9:30pm huddled in a group, having their bags searched for a damn walkie talkie.

After discovering no one had actually stolen it, like I said, they start interrogating me again.

“Are you sure it was cinema 3??? Is your memory perhaps failing you???”

“If I say yes, will I go home sooner?” (my shift ended 15 minutes ago, and I wasn’t allowed to leave)

Naturally, I stayed another 40 minutes, and had to search the entire building. I’m talking arcade, toilets, offices—everywhere.

It is eventually deemed completely lost, and I basically end the night saying, “well, I ain’t about to strip nude for you all for a full body search, and although I’ve never had such a fun shift anywhere else, I’m not a fan of work environments that promote skepticism and cohort-wide distrust. I ain’t coming in next week, or the week after that, or the...well, I think you get the point.”

I leave my badge behind, and basically book it out of the cinema an hour after my shift was supposed to end. I worked illegally longer than I was supposed to, and wasn’t given the legal shift break.

I received text messages and emails from the head office shortly after, asking if I was coming back, and ignored them for a little while, as although I can handle irl confrontation, virtual ones spook me?

Anywho, the walkie talkie actually costs $1000, but as mentioned before, I, an adult, recognise insurance covers these sorts of things, especially in companies as big as these.

So, moral of the story, don’t leave 15 year olds in charge of adults, because most of the time, they’re too young to realise what insurance policies are :)

#I have so many more stories like this #and I’m pretty sure I left a few good details out #but it was like 2 months ago so I don’t remember #was a wild night #and I can’t wait to tell it around a fellowship campfire #or to my kids #I’m not kidding when I say I am literally Alvin the chipmunk given how many times I get myself into trouble and sticky situations #xoxo gossip girl

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