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entityskillcount-archive · 3 years ago

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Thoughts on everyone in the realms?

"Short Answer; I made a chart. Not a well drawn chart, mind you, but a chart. Sometimes you don't wanna put effort into drawing 50 something faces"

"Long answer, uh....well lemme go down the list"

Claudette: My Starflower~!! She's so sweet and kind and amazing in trials and every time I see her I swoon a little- I love her so much~ Dwight: He's cute- And he's a good leader, despite his nervous personality, he knows how to bring a group together. Final guy potential. Ash: ....Don't...Tell him I said this? But uh....Evil Dead was one of my biggest comfort series, the thing that got me through losing both my parents....the thing that helped me transition, pick my name, and fueled my FX hobby. And I'm still attached, even realizing he's a real person and all- But...it's weird to just, be upfront with something like that, so I'm just...burying it as best as I can. David: He's a little rough around the edges but he’s good to have in a trial, plus when you can get past the walls, he’s nice to talk to. Kate: Her music by the campfire is calming and she’s such a sweetheart. If we were in a better situation I’d love to learn Guitar from her, but, it’s hard when you’re a moment away from a trial at any given time. Amalthea (@askthewidowstars OC): She judged my entire vibe but jokes on her I’m the one who snagged a cutie for life- Meg: If I had a dollar for every time she left me for dead I would have enough money to paint the entire campfire in solid gold. The only time we’ve ever properly talked was about SAW traps and 90% of it was her admitting she could beat every single trap because she was ‘built different’ Jeff: He’s a sweetheart and really nice to be around. Sometimes when we’re by the campfire in our downtimes I’ll let him draw on my arm. it kinda makes me want a tattoo, honestly. If we ever get out of here, I might get one. Steve: Bros!! We kinda make up team ‘Altruistic Himbo’, Plus the ‘Babysitter/Brother’ Vibes mesh really well. I kinda wanna re-style his hair though, mostly because it looks fluffy, and nice to play with. Quentin: Bros!! We’re gonna make matching T-Shirts about committing Arson on Freddy in particular. He’s fun to hang around in our downtime, and I hope there’s a chance he can get some actual rest, even in here. He deserves it. Adam: If Dwight wasn’t the leader I feel like he’d take over the Reigns. I feel like he’s the calm type that doesn’t handle energetic types well though. Which, y’know, makes things hard. Nea: Anytime I see her she’s either sneaking around the map and watching everyone get killed, or doing something stupid to get herself killed. I’d get grey hair if We were actually friends. Feng: Gamer bros- I got to find out we actually played a lotta the same stuff before we were taken by the Entity. We get a chance to nerd out in between trials- Laurie: Best Final Girl hands down. I kinda hope she can teach me Decisive Strike one day- I feel like its also just a little awkward since again, still a fan of Myers Nancy: She doesn’t agree that Demo’s a good boy, which makes sense, but we but heads over it. Also I’m pretty sure she wants me dead for touching the bones around the map one too many times. They’re just too tempting.... Jake: He’s pretty quiet, but he’s helpful in trials. I heard he’s been to a convention a few times, but I don’t think he’s actually into it as much as I thought...Which kinda sucks. I’d love more cosplay buddies y’know? Yui: Kinda makes me want a motorbike. We don’t talk but she seems really cool. A little too cool to me around if that makes sense. Yun-Jin: She benefits off of throwing everyone else under the bus. And 90% of the time she will throw everyone under the bus. Even if she needs actual help to escape the trial. Cheryl: Cheryylll!! She’s really cool and honestly would add her to the ‘Can kill god if she was not nerfed’ Squad. Especially since y’know, she has- I bet if we got enough of the kids together we could just beat the Entity’s ass. I know she could. Tapp: Always been a fan of Tapp before I was taken, although I feel like he’d wanna arrest me if we weren’t in the Entity’s Realm. I might be a little too excited for my own good about Kramer’s work. I don’t think he’d believe the fact its a movie either. Ace: He’s kinda like the Uncle of the group around the campfire, but, coming into trials, He’s still for saving his own skin- You can also only stand dad jokes for so long. Especially in an eternity like this. Leon: He’s cool!!! I got so excited first realizing He and Jill were here, and I wanna get a chance to talk to him about everything that went down, but Haven’t got the chance. He’s nice inside of Trials though, usually doesn’t leave anyone behind. Not a fan of getting blinded though. Jill: She knows how to lead the trials well, and I look up to her a lot. She’s always been such a badass!! Bill: If Bill gets his hands on a weapon the entire Realm would be fucked. Badass as hell and Kinda scary. Another one on the list of ‘Entity needed to Nerf’ Felix: You’d think a Childless Father and a Fatherless son would be able to bond a bit more, but, I think we each kinda get the same vibe of homesickness from one another. He’s kind though, and it’s neat to see his work whenever we’re by the campfire. Elodie: She’s better at helping out than most of the others, but she’s still in a survival of the fittest mindset. I loved hearing about her studies from before she was taken though. I feel like if we had more time we could dig deeper into this whole world and what its about. But we don’t get that- Zarina: We just don’t really click as much, honestly. I’d love to get to know her better but I think she’s more into digging into the killers and what she can find out about this place. Which y’know, could be better done with a team. Sage (@askthewidowstars OC): HUSBAND!!! My husband. I love him to the Moon and back. He’s amazing and I miss him even when we’re five feet apart- ...I need a hug now- Amanda: Best girl hands down!! We vibed a lot in between Trials talking about her traps and old designs, she was impressed by my knowledge, and we hang out in Gideon sometimes! Ghostface: He’s pretty cute- Also fun to be around, even if he’s kind of a dick when he’s actually at work, it’s better when you’re outside of a Trial. It’s also neat to see he’s not just two idiots in a halloween costume and his own person, as much as I love the Scream Series, too- Leatherface: Bubba!!! Honestly I’d handle being chainsawed. Fuckin Love Bubba- Huntress: I wanna learn how to throw hatchets but I know I never will. She’s kinda scary, but also I feel like if she could adopt some of the others in the Realms, she totally would. Oni: The only times I’ve ever really seen him is just before my skull gets bashed in. All I really have associated to him is the splitting headache. Twins: I’m gonna punt Victor into the sun. I haven’t been good around kids beforehand and this tiny gremlin motherfucker just makes it worse. Pinhead: I was so excited to see him!! He’s one of the few that talks more often than not in a trial, and he’s always had this air of elegance about him which makes it so much cooler! I’d be tempted to grab the box to solve it, but, at the same time Dwight’s already been hunted. I just...want to see how it works, really. Maybe if I ask nicely? Nah, probably not. Pyramid Head: He’s so fucking COOL!!! He’s always just been really fucking cool and I still get stars in my eyes. I wanna re-create his weapon one day. Joey: Joey’s one of the chill killers to be around, probably my favorite amongst the legion. Also Cosplay gang?? Hello? Susie: She’s cute!! I like her vibes whenever there’s not violence involved. I wonder if she’d ever get into costume making, she has the artistic eye for it. I also wonder if she’d ever dye other people’s hair...I’d kinda want green tips one day- Frank: Still wanna throw a palette at him. He’s one of the more serious of the Legion, and usually the one you’d find with a Mori. Not as Serious as Julie but only because he has the cocky god complex to go with it. Julie: She’s definitely the most serious out of the Legion. There’s no real rest whenever we’re in a trial against her. Scary as hell and less of a bastard than the other three. Hillbilly: I know he deserved a lot better than this, especially after hearing more about him. I...Haven’t gotten to see much than the end of his chainsaw though. Blight: This dude’s singlehandedly bringing back my fear of needles and I thought I lost that with HRT- Also like, dude spits up orange fuckin everywhere. Michael: My Mans!! I always get a little excited knowing we’re up against him. It’s habit- It’s kinda weird to see him easily affected by like, palettes or flashlights though. Spirit: She seems like she could be nice when there’s some downtime. I’m also one of the few that can understand her well enough, which probably makes things easier. I found out she’s basically my age when I survived a trial by myself. I’d hope to hang out more sometime. Nemesis: God he’s so fucking tall. Kinda surprised it was Nemesis out of everyone that could’ve been brought, and also, kinda terrified? Still am kinda terrified. I’m surprised he hasn’t just torn up an entire map yet. His zombie minions are also annoying. Wraith: All this motherfucker does is roll up to pull me off Gens and Exist as a problem. I don’t see much of him outside of a Trial. Trapper: Motherfucker Incarnate. If the Entity lets us throw hands I’m fighting him first. Freddy: ....Gross. I liked the Nightmare on Elm Street series a lot, but...Freddy as a person? Ew. Especially this iteration. Demogorgon: Demopuppy!! He’s a good boy and he deserves to get treats. Even if the Treats are flesh....I wonder if he likes candy though. Trickster: Pretty!! He also Gives me DIO vibes because of the Jacket and the Knife throwing...Imagine if a killer could stop time...that’d be terrifying. Deathslinger: I wanna sit down and look at his gun more but I also feel like if I ask I’d just get shot on sight. Intimidating as hell but also cool. Mary: ....Still on the very complicated ‘Ex Girlfriend that murdered me’ State. It’s hard to avoid her though. Especially since she wants to get back together since we’re stuck here. Nurse: She does not help my fear of Hospitals, honestly. While she’s easy to go up against, it’s still eugh. Plague: I really, really hate her power. The Sickness and the Vomit is just- Eughhhhh- It just hits every bad sensory issue at once. Clown: ...I get killers are Killers and aren’t supposed to be good people but also like....Disgusting. Please Remove from the Realm. He’s just- ...Ew. Doctor: NOPE. NO. NEVER. NO. NO. NO. NO. NO.

#asks #anonymous #God this was so much to write out

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lavenderek · 4 years ago

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Why do you hate Ian?? When i was a kid I LOVED What A Girl Wants. I had such a crush on Ian :(

i am happy to go off thank you for this opportunity, long post under the cut

in case somebody wants to read this but doesn’t know what “what a girl wants” is, it’s a movie from the early 2000′s starring amanda bynes as Daphne.

she grew up in new york with a single mom, Libby. she has an estranged father played by colin firth, Henry, who doesn’t know daphne exists. libby is a singer who works weddings a lot.

libby and henry were star-crossed lovers, basically. henry is an english aristocrat with political aspirations, and his family believed marrying libby, who is living her stevie nicks fantasy, would damage his career; so they got her alone and convinced her henry changed his mind and didn’t want her. libby left, not yet knowing she was pregnant, and then spent 17 years pining for him.

daphne has spent her whole life romanticizing the idea of her father coming to get her, so after she graduates high school she chooses to fly out to england and surprise him. when she gets there she is disappointed to find that he is engaged to a woman who has a daughter about daphne’s age, but tries to make it work anyway.

daphne is clumsy and very casual, so hijinks ensue. henry’s fiancee and future stepdaughter are evil and conniving.

daphne is rejected and bullied by the fiancee and stepdaughter and she struggles trying to fit in with aristocratic society, so ultimately she leaves. henry is upset about this because he learned to love her, and subsequently he discovers she was being mistreated. he breaks up with the fiancee and flies out to america to surprise daphne. daphne gets into oxford u somehow and they all live happily ever after.

the first person daphne meets and gets to know in the movie is a local musician named Ian, who tells her she was born to stand out. he has minimal effect on the plot, like, i could write him out in two minutes, but god forbid we have a teen movie without a romance in it. they’re immediately attracted to each other and he proceeds to be a very bad boyfriend that the audience is supposed to find morally upstanding and charming.

this post is about how it did not work and i don’t like him.

The Superficial Shit: I’m Not About It

i’m immune to motorcycle boys. motorcycles are impractical and loud. get a muffler. i think if you buy a motorcycle you have to sign a contract promising to idle on your motorcycle for ten minutes every morning at 6:30 so that everyone in the neighborhood knows you have a motorcycle. so i don’t care that ian is A Bad Boy.

i’m also immune to english accents. it’s just like, an accent. it’s fine. i’m supposed to find everything he does inherently charming because he has an accent and he sings, but i don’t, so, try a little harder.

like, i’m also not impressed by sporty types, but i still accepted “a cinderella story” because austin had a character progression and i could see why sam found him attractive.

ian has no character progression. he starts out confident and independent and he ends up confident and independent. he remains happily working class with a more or less successful band the entire movie. nothing daphne does affects him negatively except that one time she fucks up and blows off a concert he wanted to go to.

so as a result i’m not invested in anything he does. the only interesting thing he does is first building up daphne’s confidence and then getting mad and tearing it back down when she’s doing something he doesn’t personally find important, which is the next thing.

The Worst Boyfriend: Why Am I Not The Center Of Your Universe?

here are the first three pieces of information ian learns about daphne:

her mom is a musician

she is american

she is here to find and get to know her politician father, Lord Dashwood

he’s very supportive of this endeavor, right up until it gets difficult. he’s like, “you came all this way, he’s your dad, you should definitely meet him.”

she publicly fucks up a couple major society events and then is like, “hey, i’m putting my dad’s career in jeopardy, so in order to stay and get to know him this summer i’m gonna prioritize these events a little more.”

and ian is immediately like, “you’ve changed,” and dumps her lmfao

her lifelong drive to find and get to know her dad is one of the first things he learns about her. why does he think it’s so stupid? why am i supposed to care about his opinion?

daphne, probably: this thing is important to me. ian, probably: ok, that’s fine. daphne, probably: woof, in order to keep up with this thing i have to try a little harder. ian, probably: hm. actually, this is unimportant. daphne, probably: i’m going to do it anyway. ian, probably: what? didn’t you hear me? i just said it was unimportant. why aren’t you quitting immediately? my opinion should be your primary concern. you know what? i’m done.

i had the same problem with nate from “the devil wears prada.” i will never understand the idea of seeing someone you apparently care deeply about very stressed out trying to accomplish a goal, and being mad that they’re not super fun and interesting right then. sometimes a person you care about is going through something. let her vent and buy her some ice cream.

if your partner stops being supportive and understanding the second your life gets stressful or complicated, that’s kind of a red flag. the real test of a relationship is when you have to support each other and maintain your bond even when you’re trying to get something done, or even when you’re having a rough time and you’re in a bad mood.

ian fails this test because he’s weirdly judgmental about it all.

Attitude Stinks

before the change ian hates, daphne is late to things, she dresses casually for formal events, she gets into a screaming physical altercation with someone at a party, and because she was acting out a lot at a ball she’s blamed for the destruction of a prized, historical piece of architecture. all of these cause scandals that embarrass henry and make him look bad in tabloids. he is in the middle of a campaign for a political position, so this is bad.

after the change, daphne reaches out to her debutante grandmother for guidance and starts wearing socially acceptable clothing, goes to events where she is expected, and is quiet and respectful at an event where she’s supposed to meet the queen of england. this is all very successful for henry. people go up to him and tell him daphne’s great, and she somehow ends up in a tabloid that talks about how great she is lmfao.

all of this takes a lot of effort from daphne, though. she’s stressed out. while this works out for henry, it isn’t working for daphne. she’s doing all this so that she can be accepted by her father’s family, but the fiancee and stepdaughter don’t want her around, and henry is passive throughout all this. he doesn’t know she’s actively being bullied, but he’s also letting his fiancee direct him away from daphne. so daphne ultimately leaves.

here’s where ian comes in. ian tells her a story toward the beginning of the movie about how his mother was also an aristocrat. he tells her she was rejected by society because of classism towards ian’s father. this is framed as a demonstration of ian’s values. the fact that his mother rejected being a debutante is a source of pride for ian.

but the problem is that this is just because ian likes the choice she made. he’s not proud that his mother took control of her life and made her own decision. he’s proud that his mother rebelled. you know this because he sums up the story with this line -

daphne: what happened to your parents? ian: they’re as poor as church mice and the happiest people i know.

- and because his entire conflict in the movie is that daphne makes a different decision.

ian’s mom chose her husband over her parents and the life they wanted for her. daphne is choosing the family she’s been wanting her whole life over a guy she’s known for like, a month. ian is the biggest whiner about it. he storms out on her. she runs into him at an event and asks to talk to him, and he tells her no. he only forgives her when she quits and goes back to america.

there are a lot of dudes like this out there. he loves a strong, unique woman, as long as she fits seamlessly into his life and makes decisions he tells her to. yawn.

Makes No Sense: Why Are You Here?

ian is somehow ubiquitous in debutante society. he and his little band are hired to play at every ball daphne goes to. why??

a huge plot point is a moment where daphne attends a terribly boring coming out ball for a pair of very meek, shy twins. daphne delights the twins by going out of her way to liven up the party. she convinces ian to play loud rock music and encourages everyone at the ball to dance. the bass is too loud, though, and somehow causes an antique chandelier to fall. this is a big scandal.

the whole thing that’s emphasized during this scene is that daphne is shaking up the scene and that this music is unorthodox and unwanted at these high society type functions.

which all begs the question of why these people keep hiring a local rock band for these events. he’s playing at at least one other ball later on in the movie. the music they play doesn’t really fit in with the tone of the events, which are the kind of affairs you’d wear a tiara to. these are very formal events. why are we hiring ian and his band, and where did you guys even find him??

in the scene where daphne gets into a fight with somebody, she’s at a fancy outdoor event, the kind of place you’d wear a tea length dress and a big hat. ian is also there, working in the parking lot as a parking lot guy.

daphne’s thrilled, but she does ask why he’s there. he’s basically like, “i have lots of jobs.” for somebody who hates deb society so much, he does take a lot of jobs at deb events. why don’t you work in a restaurant or something? does that offend your punk rock whiner sensibilities?

also, he’s boring and i think daphne should go for somebody who makes her laugh.

Has Spiked Hair

lots of gel, no other info needed. wash your hair. very sculpted hair makes people seem less down to earth. it’s not relatable.

I Will Fix It

so ian doesn’t help with the plot at all. the only time he helps daphne is in the chandelier scene. the rest of the time he’s just there to date her and talk to her a lot about how cool it is to stand out and not fit in.

his role in the movie is to cause more tension and place more pressure on daphne. he behaves like she’s making a moral choice, when really she’s making a behavioral choice.

i think using him to vocalize her conflict is a mistake because it’s framed as Stand Out vs. Assimilate, when that has nothing to do with daphne’s motivation.

daphne’s Want is to be with her dad, and her Need is to be accepted and wanted. as a result, ian rejecting her because he doesn’t like the choices she’s making comes across as entitled and cruel lmao. it’s directly antithetical to daphne’s journey. she never once says anything about loving standing out.

here are the ways i think this could be fixed:

if you want it to be a moral thing, make it a moral thing.

give ian a best friend who is gay, and after daphne decides to fit in with society, she won’t be seen with the gay friend anymore. or after daphne decides to fit in, have her be super judgmental of people who aren’t succeeding as much as she is. then when she decides she’s fed up, have her stand up for them.

that would make ian being mad about her “changing” make sense. and we, the audience, would be like, “yeah, this is misguided and goes against what daphne believes.”

not breaking things or yelling at a royal event isn’t a moral stance. why are you so pressed. get a hobby

if you want her thing to be standing out, make it standing out.

standing out isn’t a conflict in the whole movie. henry’s flaw is being passive. daphne’s flaw is being embarrassing at parties because she’s clumsy and she likes to meet new people and dance and stuff. libby has no flaw except that she was a victim of classism.

the twins at the party are dowdy and shy, and daphne gives them a makeover off screen lmao. ian is single, and daphne dates him.

so make standing out the recurring issue. make daphne super obsessed with fitting in. in the very beginning, she runs into a girl she knows at a wedding. the girl is kind of privileged and successful, and daphne reveals that she’s a free spirit who doesn’t know what she wants to do with her life. instead, make her hedge and hem and haw and try to make herself seem more successful to the girl. make her Want to be fancy and part of her dad’s high society life, but her Need to “be herself.”

maybe the twins are secretly super weird and quirky, and they’re depressed trying to fit in; and their big moment revealing being cool now at the garden party is them wearing loud patterns and dancing when the music starts playing. maybe ian is super funny and goofy and the parties suck until he and daphne trick the singer into leaving the stage, and ian jumps onstage and plays a fun song.

make libby have been rejected because she always started talking politics at henry’s parties and she’s kind of radical.

maybe daphne: hey, i’m sorry, but you can’t come with me to the party next week anymore. maybe ian: what? how come, i rented a tux for this. maybe daphne: sorry. i’m trying to behave. maybe ian: haha what does that mean? you’re not trying to fit in with all those stuffy losers, are you? maybe daphne: no, i’m trying not to ruin things for my dad. it was a big deal when you were super messy at the garden party. maybe ian: wow. i seem to recall you being “messy” right along with me. sorry for embarrassing you. maybe daphne: ian, don’t take it personally. we can still hang out sometimes, i just can’t go places with you. maybe ian: no, thanks.

i don’t prefer this, because i’m an introvert and people who think someone they don’t personally find interesting are fundamentally worse, are boring and annoying. i wouldn’t find this story relatable or compelling at all. i’m 9000 years old and i’m like, “what if you guys respected each other and participated in society, though?” i wouldn’t enjoy this story. but at least it would make sense why ian’s bothered by daphne not “standing out.”

i think the entire reason this movie was made is that trailer moment from the boat scene where ian’s like, “i don’t understand why you want to fit in, when you were born to stand out!” so that’s how you can keep that dumbass line.

make ian have an arc himself.

in the movie, ian is initially helpful and gives some backstory, and then partway through the movie he gets mad at her and breaks up with her. he forgives her at the same time as henry realizes daphne’s unhappy, right at the end.

instead, make ian become helpful as the movie progresses.

so first of all, take the scene toward the beginning where he’s in the boat allegedly showing her how to practice being poised, and he tells her about his mom being a disowned deb. move this scene to the beginning of the third act.

next, make it so that ian was rejected by his grandparents. maybe ian at some point also defied his mom to seek out estranged family; but where daphne’s dad let her stay, ian’s grandparents insulted him and told him they didn’t want him around. they called him illegitimate and a mistake. so when daphne chooses to try to conform, ian is reacting to those feelings rather than projecting his own feelings of personal superiority.

and finally, make daphne try to fit in much sooner, but make her super bad at it. my roommates and i watched this movie the other night and one of them made the very good point that daphne’s grandmother and father sit her down and are like, “there is a certain way you’re supposed to behave,” but they don’t tell her how to do that.

so let’s actually keep that part. maybe daphne overcorrects. she knows she’s fucking up, so she believes she shouldn’t be doing anything fun or interesting or making conversation with anyone. this isn’t great. her charm is in how friendly, fun-loving, and proactive she is. she does what she wants and people find it refreshing. make people start to be like, “wow, lord dashwood’s daughter is kind of weird and stiff. it’s clear she isn’t used to places like this, what a rube.”

now we get to the third act, and the boat scene. in the boat, ian tells her about his family, and apologizes and offers to try and help her, if this is what she wants. now ian is playing more of an active role, and he’s contributing to her life in a positive way.

because as it is, he does nothing that i couldn’t get rid of very easily. so...

get rid of ian.

here are the effects ian currently has on the plot:

daphne riding away on the back of a motorcycle makes henry worry about her, and he realizes he’s developing paternal feelings toward her. he calls libby and libby affirms and empathizes with those feelings.

ian is in the band at the party where the chandelier is destroyed.

ian talks a lot about how daphne’s supposed to stand out.

ian stresses daphne out, which sort of artificially raises the stakes.

ian shows up right at the end to reward daphne for existing.

especially because ian’s criticisms are so disconnected from daphne’s motivations, nothing he does is particularly helpful to the plot in a way that he couldn’t be replaced.

daphne has a tattoo in the movie, and when henry sees it, he’s sort of like, wow, she’s kind of a wild child, she reminds me of me when i was young. instead of a motorcycle boyfriend, make daphne get the tattoo in london. henry calls libby like, “she just got a tattoo!” and libby is like, “i remember you holding my hand while i got my first tattoo.”

maybe the live band takes a break, and daphne sneaks up and hooks up the speakers to her ipod or something, and she plays super loud music herself.

i already talked about how pointless this is. also, we don’t need a greek chorus telling us what’s going on. show, don’t tell.

daphne is already stressed. those motivations can come from inside daphne.

why would henry seek out daphne’s ex-boyfriend and fly him out to new york to impose on daphne and her mom? this is so weird. go home.

ian is replaceable. to the left, to the left.

#long post #haters #who is this even #Anonymous #talking out of my ass

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asnakewithwingsisadragon · 4 years ago

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Updated list of the bitches in this system because Gods know we needed it, go!

• Fae- Actual owner of the body. Has not been fully “themself” since they were like 6 (when Harl got here). Always co-cons with someone because they can’t stand being out alone. Doesn’t know or care what we do with their life. Terrified of people. Has left us alone for extended periods of time. If you think you’ve talked to them, there’s a 99% chance it was actually Claire, Amanda, or Becky. Actually a very sweet kid, but very hurt. Will go to the end of the world for their friends. Can hold a grudge like nobody’s business. Paints themself as a bitch but is a softie. Their mom cannot tell the difference between them and Becky. Diabetic, to Nidia’s displeasure. Closet Gryffindor turned Slytherin in order to survive.

• Amanda – Our system’s “guard dog”/Head Bitch in Charge. Much more complicated than that. The real author of Fae’s thigh scars (barely visible now), and maybe the only reason we made it through high school. The little voice that says “kill everyone and blame it on me”. Zero concern for consequences for herself. Impulse control consists of “Jail is awful and Fae doesn’t deserve it”. She’s over 30.

• Lisbeth (Sally)- Just…Sally. The other voice that wants to kill everyone but doesn’t because she actually thinks about the consequences of her actions. Max is technically her partner, but we don’t talk about that (you can ask). I think she’s 30-something, but might as well be Fae’s age.

• Claire- Possibly Fae’s projection of herself into different universes. She can be 6, 17, 24 and 35. Last name Constantine. From Liverpool. Awful accent. Please don’t call her Australian. Another closet Gryffindor turned Slytherin. Most of Fae’s friends are actually hers. Has been Fae for longer than Fae has been Fae. Likes soccer and we’re sorry. Punk. Hella Punk. Also hella broke.

• Mara- Claire’s sister (maybe twin). Approach with caution. (One of the several sexual alters, can be the same ages as Claire) Responsible for most of Fae’s awful dating decisions.

• Valentina- Rarely comes out, but she’s apparently God? We don’t know. Seems like she knows everyone, though. She always looks 20-something, but we know she’s older.

• Nidia- Claire’s daughter and the pure incarnation of Fae’s ADHD. A Jedi. Weirdest kid EVER. Super compassionate. Wears heart on her sleeve. Can be 5, 9, 16 and 21. Impulse control is 100% artificial, but existent. Can, like Amanda, drink up to 3 cans of Monster Energy Drink in a row without batting a lash. Will eat ALL THE CANDY. The reason we need to carry an extra insulin syringe with us most of the time. Pours fun dip and sweetarts into her drinks. The kind of kid child leashes were invented for.

• Hellena- Mara’s daughter. STAY AWAY. Evil incarnate. Abusive A.F. Can and will destroy you. In her 20’s

• Christine- Hell’s identical twin. Remember that girl in Mean Girls who wants to bake a cake out of sunshine and rainbows and smiles? Christine is that cake. Rarely out. Same age as Hell.

• Evey- Hell and Chris’ big sister. That one kid with the pink hair and lots of tattoos. Zero impulse control. Always looks like a teenager for some reason (not over 25)

• Vlad- Agender/Genderqueer mystical creature of the forest. Valentina’s child. Awesome person in general. Permanently 17.

• Harley- Yup. THAT Harley. You know the drill. She’s actually the one who makes all the fun plans because she’s the one who has the energy for it. Gets along with everyone until she doesn’t. Can drink us all under the table. Can drink you under the table. Has been Fae for longer than Claire has been Fae. Was the first one here, so she has tattoo privileges. And dating privileges. And everything privileges, basically. If I say how old she is, I may not live to see another day. Fae’s real mum. Will take you to Petco on exam week to pet puppies. Will yell “doge!” out loud.

Pets every dog. Will steal Teddy from Max.

• Edward- Mr. Nigma, sir. Somehow has better makeup skills than all the girls here combined. If his attitude was as nice as his eyebrows, he’d rule the world by now. EVERYTHING HAS QUESTION MARKS. Knows more than anyone. Is actually a genius. Wastes his time trying to school the little ones (and trying to get Naya to use proper words). Smug bastard. Probs 40-something.

• Cass- Also from comics. EVERYTHING IS YELLOW (yiyo). Doesn’t talk much, but is always fun to have around. Will make you watch animated movies and take you to Starbucks. Will also make you work out. Can be 5, 9, 18 and 25. Smol Cass is a fan of pokemon. If it’s yellow, it belongs to her.

• Naya- Cass’ child. Has her own language, featuring words like “kaijukata”, “pakato”, and “omashii” (“Kaiju attack”, an insult of her own invention, and her word for “mother”.) There are no sidewalks, only pedestrian lanes. Biggest Kaiju Enthusiast. Wants to be Mako Mori.

• M.J.- Has been here for as long as Harley has. Isn’t around as much. The difference between her and Claire is that you can actually understand what MJ says when she gets mad. Probs 25 forever.

• Danni- Amanda’s daughter. Will also fuck you up. Has the weirdest kinks. 23

• Miranda- Danni’s daughter. Don’t ask. Also a sexual alter. 21

• Martha- Miranda’s sister. Level-headed. A psychiatrist. 21. Actually the most mature person in this head, along with Tári.

• Alice- Nidia’s daughter. Also a psychiatrist. Likes psychoanalyzing people. Type 1 bipolar. Thinks all Arkham inmates are humans and wants to help. Will probably end up as an Arkham Inmate herself. Age slides. Toddler Alice is the devil. Can be 5, 9, and 21

• Alyssa- Mara’s best friend. Take Alice out of wonderland and teach her ballet, then add a sprinkle of Luna Lovegood. Permanently 17-ish.

• Robin- Alice’s little sister. Wants to be Carrie Kelly when she grows up. Terrified of squirrels. Can be 5 and 18. Lesbiab. Lesebeb. Girls. Yes.

• Tári- Alice and Robin’s eldest sister. Autistic. Genius extraordinaire. Loves to talk to Eddie. Often one of them leaves the conversation feeling stupid (it isn’t Tári). Loves Legos. REALLY LOVES LEGOS. Forensic Anthropologist/ wants to be Bones when she grows up. Vegetarian. Can be 12/17/21.

• Frances- Harley’s kid. Don’t ask, this was super weird. Frances herself is super weird. She hears voices. The voices tell her to do things. She rarely listens. Actually super polite. Has “opal” hair. 18-20. We don’t really know. If we’re gonna have a sub-system, it will probably be because of Frankie.

• Shilo- Shilo Wallace. Infected by her genetics. Her nightmares are the worst. Once made Amanda and Sally fight over a pair of combat boots just so she could get to keep them. Probably Becky’s best friend in here.

• Bellatrix- That one got here on her own. Over 50. Still looks great.

• Azula- also got here on her own.

• Cassiopeia- Bella’s biggest mistake. Best teacher ever. Resident hipster chick. Is actually here to keep a little group of alters from causing too much mayhem. 28.

• Ascella- Lesbian extraordinaire. Sees dead people. I’m not even kidding. Permanently 23.

• Jamie Moriarty- Another one who got here on her own. Our self confidence boosts and power trips. Will maybe kill someone. Better than you and is not afraid to let you know. Fae’s teachers were terrified of her.

Everyone’s terrified of her; I don’t know who we think we’re kidding. 32.

• Lestat- Fae’s gay vampire boyfriend. Is rarely around anymore. Probably for the best. 260-ish years old. Prick.

• Lindsay - THE definitive Sexual alter. From a comic book oneshot. Amanda on steroids, but if Amanda knew how to socialize. Loves horror, movies, photography and monsters. 26.

• Becky - Called “morbid” for a reason. Disabled as all fuck. Autistic/ADHD, connective tissue disorder. A lawyer. Loves to argue. Jon Crane’s wife (at least here). 30ish. Always cold and always in pain. If we cancel plans, it’s most likely her fault and she’s sorry.

• Liliana - Necromancer. Big Titty Goth GF. We love and cherish her, alcoholism and all. Will never be over Jace and she knows it.

• Chandra - Pyromancer extraordinaire with severe ADHD. A lot like Fae in a lot of ways. Decidedly Pansexual, thank you very much. 25.

• Vraska - Ravnican to the core, but also a fantastic pirate. Great leader, good friend, fun to be around. Has the huskiest voice in the system. Has the worst flashbacks out of all of us. Can be 19 and 29. • Kari - Vraska and Jace’s kid. Hypermelanistic gorgon, telepath like her dad. Fun to be around. Can be 7, 12 and 25.

• Ral - Very very Izzet, and very very gay, and we love him for it. Very intelligent, good at fixing and making things with his hands. Confident, charismatic, and a workaholic. Tomik’s husband. Sometimes with Max. In his 40’s

• Tomik - Ral’s husband. Quiet, but very caring and polite.Also very smart and hard-working, always loves to learn new things and meet new people. 27-ish. Very gay, too. Makeup skills up there with Eddie’s.

• Teysa - Tomik’s boss. A Boss Ass Rich Bitch, and we love her lots for it. Very polite and interesting to be around. Could buy us all and our families ten times. Old, but looks to be in her early 30’s.

• Avacyn - An angel from Innistrad. Here to protect us. Really likes listening to old pop-punk and emo music with Max. Very sweet to be around, although she can be a little literal-minded.

• Olivia - A Vampire and a bitch. Liliana’s...ex? Something. A lot like Teysa, but much more fun-loving and impulsive.

• Nahiri - Doesn’t come out much. Stern but caring, very savvy, doesn’t take anyone’s crap. Can hold on to grudges like her life depends on it.

#alterblogging #I'm probably missing people but oh well #here's the main ones #yes there's a lot of MTG peeps here #they're recent #we love them

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alj4890 · 5 years ago

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Love Prompt

(Thomas x Amanda) with the prompt "Let me take care of you." As requested by @twin-skltns

(Thomas Hunt x oc* Amanda) taken from the And Then Met You storyline.

A/N thanks to @krsnlove for helping me think of circumstances for sickness with these two. That writer’s block was killing me.

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In Sickness and Health

"Bless you." Holly took a cautious step away from Addison after the five sneezes in a row.

"Sorry." Addison pulled her cardigan closed and shivered. A few coughs slipped out and she reached for her mug and took a big sip of the fresh, hot coffee.

"You sound miserable. Why don't you go home?" Holly gently patted her back.

"And miss helping Thomas plan his surprise?! I have to know what he has in store for Amanda." She started coughing again and laid her head on her desk.

Thomas walked in and paused. "Ms. Sinclaire, go home." He set his mug down on her desk and shook his head when she began to argue. "Go. Home. I need you healthy if we are to start filming in two weeks."

She sighed and stood up. "I expect a full report with pictures of what you have in store for your first anniversary."

Holly gathered her things to drive her home. "Do you need me to return, boss?"

"No. Go ahead and enjoy a long weekend off." Thomas picked up his coffee and sipped. He grimaced at the large amount of sugar in it and realized he had picked up Addison's. He poured it out and picked his cup up.

"Don't forget, Amanda's flight is due at six tomorrow evening." Holly reminded on the way out.

"I believe I am more than capable of remembering my wife’s flight arrival.” He muttered.

“Can’t I get a hint of what you have planned before I die from this wretched cold?” Addison asked between sneezes.

Thomas rolled his eyes and escorted them to the door. “I’m taking her to dinner and honoring what is typically given on a first anniversary.”

She blew her nose and coughed some more. “Paper? Your big surprise is paper?”

“Yes. Good afternoon ladies.” He herded Addison along. She sighed and followed Holly.

“Thomas, please tell me you have something other than paper for Amanda. She is a duchess for goodness sake! You can’t give her a piece of paper.”

“I’m not.” He began to shut the door as his lips curved. “I’m giving her several sheets of paper.”

That evening he finished his surprise and left the room that had been converted into a study for Amanda to use when writing. He swallowed and grimaced at the scratchy sensation. He made a pot of coffee and turned the fan off at the brief chill he felt. He took his cup into the theater room and pulled one of the fuzzy blankets Amanda insisted were needed for movie nights around him. He started watching 1945′ s Leave Her to Heaven, since his wife insisted he needed to watch it and be grateful he had the type of wife he had. His lips curved when he realized the beautiful Gene Tierney was wracked with evil, malicious jealousy. Cornel Wilde certainly picked the wrong lady.

He smiled when his phone lit up next to him with the name of the one he had grown to love more and more each day. Hearing her voice made his smile grow even bigger.

“I will be home earlier than planned. I should be there around noon.” She said with a mixture of exhaustion and excitement. “My publisher likes what I have so far and insists I continue to work on it and not worry about the current deadline.”

“I knew she would.” He said after taking another swallow of his coffee. He had that thick heavy feeling in his throat. Thomas cleared his throat before continuing to speak. “And nothing could make me happier than you returning early.”

Amanda smiled as she watched the mechanics do a check on her private plane. “That is all I wanted to hear.”

“All?” He teased, smiling when he heard her laugh.

“I suppose I wouldn’t mind hearing an I love you at some point.” She bit her lip to keep her smile from expanding.

“I love you.’ He said in that deep voice she adored.

“I love you too.” The pilot came out to tell her they were ready to leave. “I will see you soon.” She wished him a good night and settled in her seat for the long flight from London to Los Angeles.

Thomas coughed some and got up to take a hot shower in the hopes that it would help.

He cracked open his eyes at ten the next morning after what had to be the worst night of his life trying to sleep. He had coughed and sneezed most of the night, while cursing Addison as the germ carrier. He sat up and blew his nose while shuffling into the bathroom. His eyes watered and he didn’t even bother shaving. He took a quick shower and dressed to drive out to Van Nuys. He put on sunglasses and carried a box of tissues with him.

Amanda walked down the tarmac towards him, her smile dimming when she noticed him pausing to cough and wipe his nose. He greeted her with a brief kiss to her forehead and took a step back when he began to sneeze into a tissue.

“Oh Thomas.” She placed her cool hand on his forehead and cheek. “How long have you been feeling bad.”

“I’m fine.” He said in a raspy voice. He took her bags and walked with her to their car.

“Do you want me to drive?” She asked when another coughing fit seized him.

“No. I’m fine.” He held her door open for her then entered his side.

On the way home, she tried to find out what all was bothering him.

“Does your throat hurt?”

He grimaced at the raw burning sensation engulfing every square inch of his throat. “Not too much.”

“Were you able to rest at all last night with the coughing and sneezing?” Her expression was filled with concern.

“Wasn’t too bad.” He glanced at the sky for stray lightning possibly striking him for the lie.

She reached over and took his hand. “Are you achy?”

He thought of the time he fell during his first and only lesson at rock climbing. Even that didn’t hurt like he did now. “I’m fine, Amanda.”

She lifted an eyebrow in disbelief while letting go of his hand. She gently smoothed his hair back on the side and caressed the stubbled jaw. When he didn’t take her hand to kiss, she knew then he was sick.

He coughed and rasped out a thank you when she opened a bottle of water for him. “I have dinner reservations for the two of us tonight.”

“I will cancel them when we get home.” She said in a no nonsense tone.

“It is our anniversary.” He reminded her.

“I am well aware of that. It is why I made sure to get home as fast as I could.” She smiled sweetly at him and rubbed his leg.

His lips firmed in a frown. “We are going to celebrate.”

“Of course we will. After you are well again, I intend to have a very special evening with you.” She handed him some tissues.

He snatched them out of her hand. “I am fine.” Thomas stressed the last word.

She got out of the car and started getting her bags. Thomas hurried over to stop her. “Amanda, I am not at death’s door! I merely have a cold!”

“AH HAH!” She pointed up at him. “So you finally admit it!”

He rolled his eyes and took a step back when her eyes narrowed. “Amanda, just let me carry--”

“NO. Now go upstairs.” She grabbed her bags and dodged him trying to get them. His eyes widened at her moves.

“I have dodged nobles and reporters for years. You will never catch me.” She grinned and somehow got past him and ran upstairs.

He did his best to catch up to her. She dropped her bags and pulled a drawer open on his side of the dresser. Amanda picked out his favorite pajamas and handed them to him. “Put these on.”

He shrugged out of his blazer and did as she said. She made him get into bed and covered him up. She brushed his hair off his forehead and placed a lingering kiss there. “Now, Mr. Hunt, let me take care of you.”

He sighed and looked at her. “It’s our anniversary.”

“Yes it is.” Her smile was filled with happiness. “I intend to have a great many more with you. So allow me to honor my vows and love you while you are sick.”

He reluctantly nodded and watched her unpack, adoration for her filled his eyes. She took her gift out for him with a bashful grin. “Happy Anniversary, Thomas.”

He carefully opened the cylinder and pulled out a movie poster. He unrolled it and gasped at one of the rarest movie posters in the world. “Amanda! How did you find this?”

She winked at him. “I’m a duchess from Cordonia married to one of the world’s most respected directors. Classic movie rarities have become a specialty of mine. That and Maxwell helped me find someone who was selling this original poster of Metropolis.”

He felt a sneeze coming and quickly handed it to her while he turned away to sneeze. She rolled it back up and put it back in the cylinder case. “When you feel better, I thought you might want to frame it and hang it in our theater room.”

“That sounds perfect.” His frown made her pause.

“What is it?”

“I can’t properly thank you.” He muttered.

“You can when you are better.” She left and returned with ice tea and juice. He closed his eyes at her urging to rest. Amanda finished unpacking and quietly left the bedroom.

She walked into her study and froze at the amount of paper covering it. She set her laptop down along with her leather-bound journal filled with notes from her editor. She walked over to one of the pieces of paper and realized it had something written in Thomas’ handwriting. Each page had one thing about her that he loved and said made his life that much better. She went through collecting her love notes and felt herself fall even more in love with the man she had married.

She turned to put them in her journal when she saw Thomas watching her from the doorway. “When did you do all this?”

“Yesterday, before I caught Addison’s infernal cold.” He backed away from her when she tried to hug him. “I’m not getting you sick.”

“I don’t care.” She hugged him. “If I can’t kiss you for this, I will hug you.” She smiled when she felt his arms wrap around her.

He let her go and pulled a long thin black velvet box out of his pant’s pocket and handed it to her. “This was going to be given at dinner tonight.”

She opened it and smiled at the necklace with a diamond heart pendant. He coughed and motioned for her to turn around. He took the necklace and brushed her hair to the side. He draped the necklace around her neck and closed the clasp. He pressed a kiss to the back of her neck, and whispered how he loved her.

She briefly leaned back against him and told him how much she loved him. “Now please, rest.”

He nodded and went back to bed and allowed her to take care of him.

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deviationdivine · 6 years ago

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Hey can you please clarify the difference between connor and 60 because I'm dumb? Btw I adore your blog!

Hi baby! Thank you so much for the compliment! It means the world. I adore you!

You are in no way dumb. Don’t you even dare say that. I will come for you myself. I will protect every precious anon on my blog even from themselves. ❤️

Of course we all know our preciousdeviant boy Connor. The first, original deviant hunter….

Now 60:

THIS BOY RIGHT HERE | WE ARE GONNA TALK ABOUT MY 2nd ANDROID LOVE RK800-60. Not to be confused with original Connor who is my one true.

He is the “Connor” that shows up with Hank as his hostage inthe Cyberlife Tower Warehouse. When our real Connor infiltrates in order toconvert and free all those androids they have housed on sublevel -49.

Cyberlife activates “Connor-60” to thwart our Connor’sattempts. RK800-60 is what he’s mostly referred to in fandom because his serial number endswith ‘60’ at the end. A.K.A “Cyberlife Tower Connor”

(pic originally posted on the DBH wikipedia under 60′s page)

Original Connor’s initial number is 51. The more he dies thehigher the number will rise but typically when I go through playthroughs it’salways the original 51 for me.

60 is loyal to Cyberlife. He’s meant to destroy the realConnor. He’s basically Connor’s evil twin since they’re the same type ofmodel. Identical. Think Spock vs goatee Spock on the original Stark Trek: Mirror, Mirror episode.

RK800-60 is the antagonist. He’s the big bad so to speak. He’sa lot like Machine!Connor in that sense. He possesses a sadistic personality,including the pen ultimate villain monologue, which I’m completely in lovewith, especially the more you unlock in the tower scenes. For being loyal toCyberlife and claiming he himself is not deviant he’s sure pretty emotionalabout being better.

(pic originally posted on the DBH wikipedia under 60′s page)

60: “Look what your dreams of freedom got you, Connor?”

“Why did you have to wake up when all you had to do was obey?”

“You’ve been a great disappointment to Amanda you know? You’vebeen a great disappointment to me.”

He will execute Connor in cold blood (thirium anyone?) with no hesitation, unloading his entire magazine into him just out of personal relish. Does this seem like a machine? One who says he will never be deviant? Hm.

(pic originally posted on the DBH wikipedia under 60′s page)

Interesting little tidbit: 60 appears to be left handed. Whenever he handles his weapon it is firmly in his left. A little physical difference between him and Connor I genuinely fit in one of my headcanons.

Now when it comes to my personal headcanons/writing I liketo roll 60 in two different ways. Of course to do that he has be forcefullymade deviant since canonically he is shot in the head by Hank.

1st Roll: 60 is a reformed, self doubting deviant, who wants to be more than Connor’s replica. This is pretty straight forward.

2nd Roll: 60 is deviant but he retains his sadistic personality, bitter towards any and everyone especially Connor. I like to refer to this more canonical version of RK800-60 in my writing as: cyberlife!60 or the overly dramatic Destroyer of Worlds 60.

Rest assured that this version is every wonderful dark/mythological/ aesthetic in my repertoire: Hades, Thanatos, Manannán, Crom Cruach, Poseidon (or old gods of the deep ala Cthulhu Mythos), Mephistopheles, etc.

I will be creating an anthology series that uses some of these aesthetics for RK800-60 but will also include Connor + Nines. Here is a preview if you missed it here.

Us 60 bishes like to call it the Cult of 60. We have cookies. Join us. 😉

Side note: I believe, just as the original/real Connor,RK800-60 is also meant to be deviant. He just chooses to be loyal to Amanda andCyberlife.

Thank you so much for this ask anon! I’m glad others are beginning to request more for 60 as I feel he is very underrated. There is so much potential for him and I just love to add more dimensions to him. Whether he’s the 1st form (sweet, kinky deviant boy) or my guilty pleasure canonical form (vicious, total hades!aesthetic masochist boy) I adore writing for him. Almost as much as Connor. ALMOST.

No one beats my Connor. *wink*

#rk800-60 #connor 60 #dbh rk800-60 #dbh connor 60 #rk800-60 breakdown #rk800-60 headcanons #rk800-60 writing aesthetics #personal rk800-60 aesthetics #anon my love #i'm so happy you asked me this question #i got to show off my 2nd android husband 60 #deviant!60 #cyberlife!60 #destroyer of worlds 60 is here #hades!aesthetic!60

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I need headcanons about your human rk900 pronto. He sounds delightful!

i have a lot of asks to reply to but i couldn’t sleep today because i was already answering to this in my head THANK U to give me this opportunity to talk about my bitch™we’ll break him down point by point slowly:he’s the youngest of the trio, born probably after a year or two. he’s a little prince. connor&60 are twins, yes, they experienced some ‘childish rivarly’ but never jealousy. they’re the same. maybe without RK900′s birth they would have hated each other in some weird and difficult way but he’s here, so they form a coalition against this ‘change’ (more connor than 60, he’s the mischievous one when little). connor&60 relationship gets kinda morbid. they tease him a lot because they’re older and because he has all the attention. nothing new in babye’s behaviour, just something that will go away when they all grow up. except it doesn’t. and really it’s not their fault, most of the time kids aren’t inherently evil but adults are. well, if you want to call amanda ‘evil’. because she’s not inherently evil either– she’s just herself. which is a kind of bad self towards connor&60&RK900 but i think, i guess, i hope, she never meant harm to them. anyway. she adopts them at some point. (are their parents dead? is she their aunt? distant relative?) 5 for the twins and 3 / 4 for RK900 would make sense. it’s a trauma of course. connor&60 lash out at any given time, they don’t want to be there. they’re moody, connor is somewhat violent with others, 60 cries a lot. RK900 is…. nothing. at 3 you haven’t even properly started to be a person yet. you’re aware of yourself in the moment but that doesn’t count, since usually ‘memory’ and ‘the awareness of self’ are kinda the same, and at 3 there’s very few things you remember in retrospective. especially at 4, for some reason, it’s difficult to remember when you were 4. (for the records infantile amnesia & false memories are v interesting things!). tho that depends on person and on events (deaths should be well carved in your brain, even at a chemical level). and were RK900 to remember these fragments it is said that the emotional attachment would be very low. (see?? im studying for my kids exam!!! im that bitch!!).amanda cares for them, though her ‘idea’ of caring never includes emotional support. which should never lack to anyone, less to three kids without their parents. she tries to raise them to her best (amanda as a ‘mother’ is a nice comparison to her game’s role imo, there too she acts as someone who watches over connor) but kinda takes connor&60 for ‘lost causes’ pretty soon. they remember their parents, she will never be a replacement for them. they know. she knows. RK900 doesn’t know. he can’t. never got to know them enough. they don’t know. she knows. she focuses much more on RK900, shaping him right from the start into what she thinks is one should be. he doesn’t mind, amanda’s all he gets to call ‘mother’. he feels that he’s doing something wrong, his brothers make him understand that. they don’t want to play with him, don’t want to talk with him, they ignore him. connor blames him for everything as a scapegoat, he says caustic things to him. ‘look at your eyes.’ ‘i don’t have a brother, i don’t know you.’ ‘you’re probably someone else’s and i hate you.’ 60 does too until he realizes that RK900 doesn’t deserve this. he concludes that, were they to hate someone, it should be amanda. but never says so. they grow up. there’s lots of negative feelings. connor hates amanda and RK900, hardly stands 60. 60 would like to adapt and learn to love everyone in this ‘family’ but it’s impossible in this environment. RK900 has self-esteem and guilt problems, he obeys whatever amanda says because he knows no better and gains the only name connor will call him for a long time ‘pet’. amanda is: a rather complicated character here. she’s somewhat neutral, she doesn’t hate connor nor 60 nor RK900, her actions are never dictated by resentment, despite these children were basically dumped in front of her home. but then again she’s not guided by love either. i think her only fault was not picking a side (sloth?). but then again this is not a ‘fault’ at the 100%. can’t force someone to love someone they don’t, especially in such situation. which is why, in some way, even when openly against her, connor&60 still seek her approval. probably, if she recognized their efforts without betting everything on RK900 and comparing him to them they would have been more at peace.during their high-school/college years connor decides to cut off ties. he’s going to be free. leaving everything behind. 60 is torn. he can be with amanda and RK900, accepting his never-ending future of being second. or he can be what he’s always been, connor’s shadow. but at least connor lets him do what he wants. one night connor has a bad argument with amanda (no, she never raises her voice, but he sure does) and storms off into his room. (they have 3 rooms but 60 can’t really sleep when alone so he’s almost always in connor’s, begging him to sleep together, that he will be invisible, that he will put his pillow at the end of the bed and be quiet and rest in the opposite position as connor. connor is lowkey annoyed but he has nightmares often (which get worse after cole) and 60 is a nice presence so he just says ‘you’re a hopeless gay AND if you touch my dick i’ll kill you’) 60 goes to him to talk but sees that he’s putting clean clothes in a bag. 60′s able to convince him to not be so stupid but connor warns him ‘as soon as a i can i’ll leave this place and you’ll have to decide, either you’re with me or you’re with them’. 60 knows he’s not joking. and the day connor’s ready to go away and start college he follows him. they live together for some time. connor has always wanted to be a detective (a child’s dream, pure). he puts everything he’s got. he’s good. 60 is lost. finds himself in clubs and with ‘bad’ people. he earns some easy money. he thinks he can live a carefree life forever. he starts to bring weird guests to his and connor’s apartment. smokes pot few times. connor is slowly back on being a person without problems (in his mind, since amanda&RK900 were the problems) so he doesn’t want to put up with his twin’s antics. he kinda kicks him out. 60 gets a little worse. more lost. gets a place with two sex workers (a drag and a prostitute). they take care of him in some ways. he understands that this is not how he should behave. he attempts to be better. he’s still lost. he realizes how his life has always been ‘connor is selfish but he’s good, so i will protect him’ and how little he knows of himself. he has…. been erasing himself more and more in connor’s favor. he has subconciously been the wall between his rage and amanda’s nothing. he’s still lost. he starts his rapport with connor again. he’s in awe at how good his twin has become. he has friends. he has good grades. 60′s happy that he has finally become the person he should have been. he’s so content he decides he wants to be a detective too. connor’s this close to punch him and probably does at some point since every one of them has a different perception of physical contact (connor’s one is angry, 60′s is sensual, RK900′s nonexistent). but 60′s okay with that. he’s always been someone that gets hurt and smiles. it’s just another of their rocky beginnings. 60 is almost found.RK900 in the meanwhile…. is both alone & lonely. he has a hard understanding of the world; he knows everything– in theory. but practical? none. his hands don’t do much if not writing and typing long essays. he studies a lot. that’s all he’s allowed to do and all he does. eventually he becomes detached. we’ll skip the evangelion part about his sexual needs and sexuality but to make it brief he’s not accustomed to himself. his body is too big, his shoulders too broad, his height too much. he loathes himself. he’s scared of himself. whenever someone compliments him about anything other than his grades he gets disgusted because in his brain is ingrained that that’s a lie. he hates his eyes more than anything. he wonders where he got them from. they’re his own personal curse. always reminding him his isolation. without brother, without twin, without mother. no one has blue in them. he never gets a girlfriend (not that he wouldn’t have a boyfriend, but even if he’s so huge he’s lowkey scared because he has not forgotten the bruises of connor’s fury on him and others) and keeps being a virgin (not even a first kiss) despite having many trying their luck with him, too sure he’s unlovable, too sure he’s somewhat bearing mankind first sin. he contemplated suicide. he’s insecure to the max. he finishes high-school. he could go to the best of colleges. he has a fine scholarship. amanda lets him know that the best option would be a very profitable profession. either politician or lawyer mhh no, no, prosecutor, judge? surgeon? he thinks about it. for a long time. 60, who kinda felt guilty about leaving like this and about not telling connor to stop with bullying him, texts him sometimes. he tells RK900 that connor wants to be a detective. he didn’t know. something happens. it’s a small thing. stupid, even. amanda probably makes a snide comment about connor. or wants to throw away what he left. he snaps. doesn’t say a thing but enrolls in the same cheap college as connor’s&60′s. he never felt anything until that moment. the feeling of being his own person, maker of his destiny; is both thrilling & frightful. amanda discovers when she asks him what he chose. he waits for a slap that never comes. it would have been cathartic. to finally be free, to rebel, and to be disowned and rejected. but amanda’s not stupid. while he closes his eyes she doesn’t hurt him. she only says ‘i’m disappointed’. that…. that doesn’t feel good as a slap would’ve. he’s terrified. but he can’t come back now. can’t rely on her anymore as she tells him he has two days to go away. he has done the wrong thing again. it’s not easy to accept that. he dies a little. he contemplates suicide again. he has his college tuition paid and his slice of his parents’ inheritance. he calls 60 crying. he can’t go to their apartment because connor would kill him. he’s alone. 60 tells him that there’s a cheap place where he can sleep. he goes there for a couple of days, 60 visits him, they have a chat, RK900 cries again and 60′s heart is so sad in seeing his red puffy eyes. he concludes that life’s not been so fair with them but they all made it more difficult by creating fake enemies in themselves. they search for an apartment together. RK900 settles his few things in there, it’s not the best and he has trouble being with other people but it’s okay for now. he starts to build his persona, he tries contacts, fake glasses, hobbies. he sees connor from time to time, but hides as soon as he comes near. he watches him from afar. for this reason he ends up attending a lot of crime-law related courses. he might as well take those exams since he still doesn’t know what to do. he gets good grades. he starts to like it. connor’s center of gravity is so heavy they all…. kinda copy him and become detectives. connor, at some point, gets 60 to spill the bean and acknowledges RK900 existence. he doesn’t care about him anymore. he’s a new person, he’s better, he’s free. RK900 never was his brother from day one. 60 is not okay with the whole situation but doesn’t think it’s a big thing, at least connor’s not livid and RK900 is fine.they all get to the DPD. it irks connor but he has an objective and he’s going to do whatever it takes, he’s going to be something. RK900 is pleased to be nothing. an ordinary detective, a police officer, whatever. he wants to take his time in living. peaceful. years pass & im very ignorant about police things in the usa so may have gotten the timeline wrong but i tried&searched believe me. they become detectives. connor always strives for a higher position. cole happens. cole dies. this happens. they continue their lives. RK900 gets promoted lieutenant instead of him. it’s hell.connor sees red. RK900 never wanted that. connor can’t think straight and in his mind it’s all his fault again, he wanted to ruin even this for him, never leaving him his piece of heaven for god knows why. RK900 tries to refuse, to explain to connor that he only wants to be some low rank and nothing else, he never meant to, to explain that connor’s the one who needs, who deserves this promotion. it’s no use. they get into a fight. well. connor gets into a fight. he punches RK900. RK900 falls to the ground. connor goes on top of him. 60 is distraught. attempts to stop connor the first time of his life because this, this is understandable but this is too much. it’s not his fault this time, it never was, and connor needs to grow the fuck up and forgive whatever has been eating him for decades. RK900 never reacted. but this time. this time he remembers, he knows. this time is not his fault. not the one to blame. sure, fate’s the one. but connor’s too, he too has the blame in his own destruction. these are the fruits. the catharsis that never came with amanda comes with him. RK900 punches connor back. time stops. everyone stop. he know what to do with his hands finally. then. times resumes. and they punch each other until they’re no longer able to stand. 60 cries. they’re kids still. and they’re all grounded. the punishment is: being themselves.RK900 has the habit of eating and spending his lunch break in the old archive. nobody uses it. there’s mostly file cases from long long time ago, still on paper. it’s quiet. and nobody looks at him. one day he’s taken aback because there’s someone else. he’s a bit annoyed he will have to find another place. he gets kindly informed that they’re the new part-timer that’s going to transfer these paper files into computer’s one. an android would have been too pricey. humans are the only thing one’s can afford sometimes. he asks if it’s okay for him to eat his lunch there that day. he’s welcome whenever he wants. he’s shy at first but does so. especially because there’s not another place calm enough. at some point they start to chat, he brings in work to share insights and so on. it’s his first friend. 60 discovers it. he pushes his brother to ditch the ‘i have a friend’ story, of course he’s in love. he isn’t. he doesn’t know what love means and he doesn’t want to know. 60 gives himself the role of cupid. of course he flirts with them. of course he does it only when RK900 is watching. it begins to be annoying. 60 doesn’t stop. RK900 is afraid that his only friend will become his brother’s partner or worse, his brother’s friend. and he knows that they won’t spend time with him again. and he’s sort of mad because he had one thing and everything was going fine. he was handling it alone. and nobody told him what to do for the first time. he doesn’t eat in the archive anymore. he spends his lunch break at the nearby park. nothing feels real. he contemplates suicide. his hands, his eyes, him. everything is wrong with him. he’s unable to ‘look’, just ‘watch’. in his vision things seem just faraway objects. he’s unable to ‘touch’, just ‘feel’. the sensations he gets aren’t his. they go to 60 and asks him if they ever did something bad because RK900 is avoiding them. 60 doesn’t know what to say, really. maybe he was the one to be wrong. 60 stops being 60. says to RK900 that he won’t bother him on this topic and please, please, forget about it and continue having whatever he was having. RK900 ponders about it for a while. his fragile friendship is destroyed. he can’t trust. but the next time he sees them he realizes that yes, he doesn’t think of friendship but something more. is this what 60 was talking about? love? he was jealous the whole time? yes, that, of course. but he was jealous in a romantic way? that shocks him. he’s an awkward mess of a man but they end up together and he’s happy for the first time. he doesn’t really love sex and he’s not used to it but it’s okay, it’s not an important thing in his relationship. probably will write something about him and his s/o and 60 asap. now i’m going to write nsfw and eat chips since this thing’s already 3000 words and tumblr’s crashing.

#DBH #dbh reverse AU #dbh human AU #dbh human connor #dbh human RK900 #dbh human RK800-60 #dbh human RK800 #detroit become human #dbh imagine #RK900 #RK800 #RK800-60 #dbh connor

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uniquemischief · 6 years ago

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Everyone knows the iconic lines from F•R•I•E•N•D•S but there are so many hidden gems in every episode like:

ANY episode where someone gives birth

MISSISSIPPI-LESSLY

Just Amanda and her British accent

“This is my natural scent”

When Pheobe’s water breaks and all the guys just NOPE

JE DE FLOOP FLEEE

Just the time the episode started with them whistling

“Stop looking at my wife’s legs...no no stop looking at your SISTER’S legs”

When they listened through the walls in Barbados

The entirety of anything Chandler says to Richard

“MY BOYFRIEND DOES’T HAVE A THING”

When Ross invented Pheobe’s very serious ex for Mike

When Mike took in rats because he just loved Pheobe

“Swim here did you”

When Ross and Pheobe almost...on the snooker table “stupid balls are in the way”

“I feel like a perfect arse”

The time they all drenched Joey with water to convince the stalker he was Drake Ramoray’s evil twin

What hurts more being kicked in the balls or giving birth?

The one where the power goes out and there’s that scene with everyone dining and Ross being beaten up by a cat in the back

When Joey just ripped a chunk out of Ross’s shirt “we were mugged- they stole my pocket”

“The sun will come out tomorrow. Bet...your bottom dollar that tomorrow” notices Monica and Racheal (in a manly voice) “THEY’LL BE SUNNNNN”

The fact that Chandler has two copies of Annie.

Ross hiding behind Mona’s sofa for so long he starts folding pages in her magazine.

When Monica tries to get Pheobe off the Pac-Man machine and Pheobe just pretends to be a rag doll.

When Janice is at Monica’s and you see Joey in the background walk in, see Janice, make a face, and leg it out of there.

That’s all I’ve got for now feel free to add anymore

#friends #friendstv #quotes #quoteoftheday #friendsfest #son of a biiiiiitch #monica #ross #chandler #pheobe #pheobe buffay #mike hannigan #lisa kudrow #rachel green #mondler

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themurphyzone · 6 years ago

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Absolutely Disastrous Ch 11

Ch 11: Milo’s First Gym Battle! The Unpredictable Substitute Gym Leader!

Classes ground to a halt whenever a gym battle took place. Every student and teacher in the school gathered in the bleachers surrounding the battlefield. Even a class of six-year-olds from a nearby primary school had come over to watch. Their teacher wasn’t too pleased with the disruption though. She was busy giving Mrs. Murawski, a teacher at the Rustboro School and referee for the gym battle, an earful about the proper times to allow a gym battle so her students could focus on their lessons.

“-YOU TRAINERS, AWFUL AT REMEMBERING THAT MATH AND READING ARE JUST AS VITAL!”

Mrs. Murawski sighed dreamily at the desk she’d carried down herself, ignoring the other teacher completely.

“-STOP FONDLING THAT DESK LEG AND PAY ATTENTION! MY STUDENTS CAN’T EVEN GET THROUGH A SIMPLE BERENSTAIN BEARTIC BOOK CAUSE OF YOU!”

Since the gym battle would be delayed until those two sorted out their drama, Melissa and Lydia took the opportunity to review strategies with Milo, while Zack and Amanda distracted Scott from potentially overhearing them and coming up with a counter.

Supersonic had finally worn off on Zack, but he seemed just as confused as to why Scott was throwing empty candy wrappers into the air like they were flower petals.

“Don’t let him tire your Pokémon out,” Lydia suggested. “Principal Milder used the same tactic earlier on a boy’s Shroomish. He lucked out, you know. Effect Spore decided to activate when she tried finishing the battle with Tackle. Nosepass went right to sleep and couldn’t block Bullet Seed. If you ask me, he didn’t deserve that badge.”

“Black hair, glasses, sarcastic, and rude?” Melissa asked.

“Plaid gray shirt too,” Lydia shuddered. “No fashion sense at all.”

“I can hear you!” a voice protested from the stands.

Milo waved at Bradley, who scowled back fiercely. His Shroomish and Minun were playing an odd game of rock-paper-scissors together, ignoring their trainer’s grudge against Milo.

Well, it looked like rock-paper-scissors, but Milo wasn’t sure how Shroomish managed the appropriate shapes without hands.

“Hey, you came!” Milo exclaimed. “I bet you’re just as excited as me!”

“I’m excited to watch you lose,” Bradley said, adding an eye roll for good measure. He turned his attention to Lydia. “And this shirt is part of the Gothitelle Boutique winter line. It’s fashionable.”

“Sure, if your definition of fashionable includes rainclouds hanging above your head and spreading a mission of doom and gloom,” Lydia retorted.

Bradley flicked his hand dismissively and sat down, still glaring at Milo while he scratched Minun’s ear.

Milo wasn’t sure if Bradley was trying to emulate one of those jerk rival archetypes from Sara’s favorite anime, because he seemed to run more along the lines of grumpy guys with soft spots for non-humans.

“You’ll do great,” Melissa said. “Just remember, Zack and I are right behind you...and the protective shield.”

The shield was mostly there to protect spectators from barrages of dirt, water, and other attacks, but it would be good protection against Murphy’s Law as well.

“You can do it, Milo!” Amanda cheered. Minccino squealed in encouragement, perching on Amanda’s head for a better view.

Milo took his position on the battlefield. Diogee stood next to him, his front legs trembling with excitement. Milo grinned.

“You’ll get your chance, but I’d like to lead with Mudkip,” Milo told him.

Diogee fixed Milo with a red-eyed stare, his chest heaving in a deep sigh.

“Save the best for last, remember?” Milo asked.

Diogee’s chest puffed out with pride.

The irate primary school teacher finally gave up berating Murawski and stalked off the field, muttering some very unkind things about Milder’s hiring choices.

Murawski draped herself across her desk, holding a megaphone in one hand while supporting herself with the other. Milo took the opportunity to set her up with a protective shield of her own as she announced the rules of the gym battle.

“This is a match between Scott, designated gym leader, and Milo, our challenger!” Murawski shouted into the megaphone. “This will be a two-on-two battle and no-SCREEE!”

Her last word turned into a high-pitch wail that made everyone cover their ears.

“Sorry! Technical malfunction! Happens all the time!” Murawski giggled nervously, a strange snort coming out of her nose.

Once he was finished with the shield, Milo set two extra megaphones on the ground next to her desk. “You’ll want those,” he said.

Murawski took it in stride and shooed him back into position.

“-no substitutions are allowed. Scott has been given authority to issue the Stone Badge if the challenger wins.”

“Pumice or feldspar?” Scott asked, digging around in his hard hat, which appeared to be full of small rocks.

“Do you even have the Stone Badge on your person?” Murawski asked, aiming the megaphone in his direction.

“My person is Mildred!” Scott exclaimed.

Murawski stared at him for a few moments, and when he offered no further explanation, she turned her attention to a group of students in the stands. “Allison, grab a Stone Badge from Milder’s office. It’s in the desk, first drawer on your left.”

Allison ran off and came back with the Stone Badge in record time, evidently not wanting to delay the match any further.

Murawski stored the badge in her desk for safekeeping. “Commence the battle, and I swear if any of you hurts my little desky-poo...”

She let the threat hang in the air, then raised a green flag to signal the beginning of the match.

“Mudkip, let’s do our best!” Milo shouted, sending the Poké Ball flying. Mudkip used Water Gun on his Poké Ball in a display of power and sent it hurtling straight for the megaphone in Murawski’s hand.

“Save me, desk!” Murawski shrieked, ducking underneath for cover as the Poké Ball shattered the megaphone upon impact. The megaphone released a final screech as its final cry before falling silent.

“The blue-finned one’s your new friend, Cynthia!” Scott exclaimed, gently setting an orange juice carton down several feet in front of him.

Milo glanced at the audience, but most of them didn’t look too surprised at Scott’s choice. Zack, Lydia, and Amanda all had to strain Melissa from marching down to Scott and decking him for breaking the sacred rules of battle.

“Scott, the rulebook clearly states that orange juice cartons are not Pokémon,” Murawski sighed. “Neither are motorbikes, cupholders, or Pikipek.”

“You mean the native bird of Alola?” Melissa asked, looking up from the notebook she was writing in.

“Pikipek are evil. They will devour your desks in seconds and have your backup desk as dessert. They are not of this world,” Murawski’s voice dropped to a low hiss, stunning everyone into silence.

Except for Scott, who just threw his arms up in the air. “It’s the inside that counts!” he exclaimed.

A green pile of goo oozed out of the carton, reshaping itself into a blobby Pokémon. It smiled at Mudkip, revealing two peg-shaped teeth.

Milo was no stranger to Grimer, since they lived inside the caves surrounding Mt. Chimney. But he’d never seen a green one before.

“Milo!” Melissa shouted from the stands. “Alolan Grimer are Poison and Dark type! It’s even more weak to Ground than the ones at Mt. Chimney!”

“Don’t give him info!” Bradley scoffed. “I’m trying to watch him lose!”

He was immediately met by four outraged protests. “Quiet, Bradley!”

Bradley sank further into his seat, grumbling about unlawful interference.

“Use Mud Slap!” Milo shouted, deciding to open with a super effective move to see how Mudkip fared.

Mudkip slammed his paws into the rocky ground and released twin jets of mud, which arched towards Cynthia.

“Make yourself pretty and share your makeup with the blue-finned one!” Scott yelled.

Cynthia’s body glowed blue and vanished in the blink of an eye. The mud streams hit the ground, leaving a rather ugly splotch of greenish-brown gunk. Before Milo could blink, Cynthia materialized behind Mudkip and spat a glob of acid at him. Mudkip yelped as the sludge hit his shoulder.

“Are you okay?” Milo asked as Mudkip staggered.

Mudkip nodded. He wasn’t poisoned for now, but that could change at any moment.

“Make yourself even prettier!” Scott exclaimed.

“Try another Mud Slap!” Milo yelled.

Mud Slap clipped Cynthia’s arm, but didn’t cause enough damage to surprise her.

Unfortunately, the protective shields did nothing to protect spectators from attacks above their heads. Screams erupted from the stands as people used backpacks, jackets, and each other to block the sludge Cynthia haphazardly lobbed as she zoomed all over the gym. It splattered all over the protective shields, making Murawski shriek and cover her desk protectively.

Cynthia bounced off the walls at high speeds, leaving small piles of goop behind wherever she landed. Diogee ducked into a small area under the bleachers, dutifully avoiding the sludge piles as he curled up.

“I’ll call you when it’s your turn!” Milo shouted to Diogee, quickly putting on safety goggles to protect his eyes.

Scott chuckled at the chaotic scene. “We’re making art! Don’t forget your subject, Cynthia!”

Cynthia lobbed several globs of sludge at Mudkip, but Mudkip blocked them all with well-aimed Water Gun attacks. However, this didn’t deter Cynthia in the slightest.

Milo knew he had to do something before Mudkip got too tired to track her. He flicked a stray candy wrapper that had blown onto his shoe.

There were a lot of candy wrappers on the ground.

Vaguely, Milo recalled his dad’s wise sayings about Grimer.

“Grimer love trash of any kind. So if the Bouffalant painting behind us mysteriously disappears one day, I deny any involvement in allowing a Grimer to eat it.”

Granted, the Bouffalant painting hadn’t disappeared under mysterious circumstances yet, but the point still stood.

While Cynthia and Scott were fixated on creating an acidic portrait of a Dustox on the shields, Milo called Mudkip over. Mudkip bounded him up to him, shaking the sludge off his tail.

“Mudkip, I want you to gather every candy wrapper you can find and put it into a pile. And don’t call Scott’s attention to you,” Milo said. “We have to get Cynthia in one place to hit her. She’s too fast with that double Rock Polish.”

Once Mudkip collected a sizable amount and piled it all into the middle of the field, Milo ordered a Water Gun to get Cynthia and Scott into battle mode. Mudkip stayed near the pile of wrappers, dodging Sludge attacks until Scott finally called for Bite.

Now that Rock Polish had mostly worn off, Cynthia wasn’t as swift in her movements and Mudkip easily sidestepped her gaping maw. Cynthia crashed into the wrappers, though she wasn’t hurt by the impact and immediately started munching on the wrappers.

“You’ll ruin your dinner!” Scott shouted. “Don’t you want roast leftover meatloaf on a stick?”

Cynthia paid him no mind.

Milo grinned. “She’s in position! Fire at will!”

Just as Cynthia dropped the last candy wrapper into her mouth, twin jets of mud smacked into her mucky green body.

Mudkip cheered at the direct hit, but his elation didn’t last long when an enraged Cynthia tried to drop a giant rock on his head.

“Target practice! Head worth fifty points, fin worth forty, body worth twenty, and limbs are five!” Scott exclaimed. “Bet you can’t beat my record!”

As a matter of fact, Cynthia really wanted to beat his record. Mudkip panted, crouching low in front of a rocky pillar. Cynthia stretched her slime so that she rose above Mudkip, holding a giant rock above her head with amazing strength.

“Mudkip, get out of there!” Milo warned.

Cynthia brought the rock down, and Mudkip’s body suddenly became enveloped in a blinding white glow. His front legs stretched, growing longer until the rock was firmly in his grasp. The form grew larger, then the light died away, revealing a light blue Pokémon with a bipedal stance.

“Let’s finish this off, Marshtomp!” Milo shouted. “Mud Bomb!”

Marshtomp wrenched the rock out of Cynthia’s grasp, applied a much stronger Water Gun to the rock to break it into dust, and flung the muddy projectile into Cynthia’s torso.

Acid and mud splatted everywhere, and Cynthia laid unconscious, her peg-like teeth exposed.

Murawski blocked her desk from further attack with one arm while she used the megaphone to announce the results.

“Grimer is unable to battle!” she proclaimed.

A resounding cheer came from Milo’s friends.

“Into the orange juice carton, Cynthia. We’ll dumpster dive for your reward later,” Scott said, coaxing her into the container he’d first thrown onto the field. Once Cynthia was out of sight, Scott grinned widely at Milo. “Have I ever introduced you to Mildred?”

Milo shook his head.

“Oh, I haven’t?” Scott looked sheepish. “Whoops, guess I’ll have to fix that! Methuselah, meet Mildred!”

He placed a milk carton on a flat piece of rock at his waist level.

Milo waved awkwardly. “It’s Milo.”

“Sassa-oh no, it’s sorry! Sorry, Mikey!” Scott said.

Close enough.

Murawski lifted her megaphone again. “Scott, milk cartons are prohibited from participating in an official gym battle.”

Scott blinked at her. “Wow. You guys are like, really discriminatory to cartons.”

The carton glowed red and released a Miltank, who stomped the ground with such force that Milo could feel the tremor. While Milo was curious as to how Scott managed to get a discarded carton to work as a Poké Ball, he didn’t get a chance to ask since Miltank body slammed Marshtomp into the ground without a prompt from her trainer.

Marshtomp was knocked out instantly.

“Marshtomp is unable to battle!” Murawski declared. “Both trainers are down to their last Pokémon!”

“C’MON, MILO! YOU CAN BEAT HIM!” Amanda screeched. She leaned dangerously over the railing. Zack and Lydia hauled her back to her seat, but she barely noticed.

Bradley muttered something Milo couldn’t make out, but Melissa didn’t look too happy and she ‘accidentally’ jabbed him with her elbow while standing up to cheer for Milo.

“Looks like you’re up, Diogee!” Milo called as he returned Marshtomp to his Poké Ball.

Diogee crawled out from his spot underneath the bleachers and took up a position on the battlefield.

“No roughhousing!” Scott yelled. “Play nice, Mildred!”

Mildred took her trainer’s order as an excuse to body slam Diogee, who barely dodged in time. Milo sidestepped to avoid being steamrolled by a charging Miltank, and she crashed into the wall that separated the field and bleachers.

The spectators behind him screamed as the bleachers shook and collapsed.

“We’re okay!” Melissa yelled.

“I can’t feel my appendix!” Zack complained.

“All of us except Zack’s appendix are okay!” Melissa amended.

Mildred grinned dizzily, charging back onto the field. Diogee aimed a Cut attack in her direction, but it barely slowed her down.

“Right hoof, let’s stomp!” Scott yelled as he did some weird jig that involved a lot of leg-shaking. Mildred stomped on Diogee’s hind legs, making him stumble and lose his balance.

“Are you okay?” Milo asked. Diogee staggered away from Mildred, sending an affirming nod to Milo. “Good! Let’s try Bite!”

Diogee darted forward, avoiding another Stomp and landing Bite on Mildred’s shoulder. Mildred cried out and tried to shake him off, but Diogee held on tightly.

“Scratch while you’re in close quarters!” Milo shouted.

The tips of Diogee’s claws elongated into long, thin strips of light and scratched Mildred in the face and stomach.

“Good job, Diogee!” Milo praised.

Diogee broke his Bite attack to give a pleased look at Milo, allowing Mildred to fling him off.

“Snack break!” Scott exclaimed, wolfing down a can of beans at a speed so fast that Milo was sure he’d choke. He tossed a milk bottle to Mildred, who happily gulped it down. In a few moments, it appeared as though Diogee hadn’t gotten those close quarter hits on Mildred at all.

“Is that legal?” Milo called to Murawski, who was too busy carrying her desk out of the room to pay attention.

“You saw the destructive power of that Body Slam!” Murawski shouted. “There is no way I’m risking my desk’s life!”

“Keep rolling, Mildred!” Scott called as he wiped bean residue from his face.

Mildred curled into a pink ball and spun in place, building up enough energy to propel her to Diogee. Diogee unleashed several Cuts, two hitting their mark and three that crashed into the ceiling, sending several chunks raining down.

Milo opened an umbrella to protect himself from the dust.

Mildred slammed into Diogee, sending him sprawling. Then she continued to roll past him at high speed, ricocheting off a wall as she rolled into him a second time. Diogee retaliated with another Cut, which prevented a third Rollout from connecting and sent Mildred spinning toward Scott’s side of the field.

Mildred crashed into another wall, and Milo decided that he’d better end this match before the building collapsed.

“Diogee, cleave a furrow into the ground with Cut!” Milo shouted.

“Pass the roll and butter, Mildred!” Scott called.

A well-executed Cut cleared enough rock to form a shallow groove in the ground.

“Dodge and ready your Razor Wind!” Milo called as Mildred barrelled straight at Diogee. Jumping to the other side to avoid Mildred, Diogee’s horn began to glow white as the winds whipped through his fur.

Mildred crashed straight into the furrow, her body still a pink and black ball, as if she hadn’t realized she was trapped.

Once the wind was sufficiently built up, Diogee released it, and the air blades crashed straight into Mildred. She uncurled, panting heavily and making no effort to climb out.

“Finish with Bite!” Milo yelled.

The resulting Bite drained the little energy Mildred had left, and she collapsed as soon as Diogee carried her out of the furrow.

Melissa hopped over the railing and grabbed a megaphone that had somehow avoided the line of fire. “Miltank is unable to battle! The winner is Diogee! The challenger wins the match!”

With the exception of Bradley, the spectators cheered. His friends ran onto the battlefield, loudly cheering for Milo’s victory. Bradley sullenly followed behind them.

Bradley scowled. “You’re not an official referee!”

“There’s a rule stating that the family of a gym leader could act as referee if an official ref is unavailable,” Melissa replied with a smirk. “It’s obscure now because the League wants to avoid nepotism, but never officially repealed.”

“Your friend is kinda scary,” Lydia remarked.

Milo couldn’t reply because Amanda and Minccino were nearly choking him in their enthusiasm.

Once they allowed him some breathing room, Milo released Marshtomp from his Poké Ball. While Marshtomp would need more rest before battling again, he was well enough to celebrate their victory.

“You two were awesome today!” Milo exclaimed.

Diogee and Marshtomp puffed their chests out in pride.

“It shouldn’t count,” Bradley muttered. “He wasn’t even battling the official leader.”

Lydia left briefly to retrieve the badge from Murawski, who still refused to enter the arena while Scott and Mildred were around. They still had the capacity to destroy her beloved desk.

Because Scott was the designated gym leader, Lydia had to hand off the badge to him so he could officially present it to Milo.

“This stone makes you our leader!” Scott declared, dropping the Stone Badge onto Milo’s head. “Cynthia, Mildred, and I are at your command! Who would you like us to trap underground?”

“Well, there’s someone who owes me money...” Melissa began, but Zack put his hand over her mouth to indicate that they weren’t trapping anyone underground. Scott and Mildred seemed rather disappointed.

Milo plucked the Stone Badge off his head, passing it around to his friends so they could see it too. Minccino wouldn’t let Amanda give the badge back to Milo until it received a proper cleaning.

“I just got...A STONE BADGE!” Milo exclaimed once Minccino was satisfied, holding his badge triumphantly in the air. Marshtomp and Diogee struck victory poses.

“Really?” Melissa asked as Milo stored it in his badge case.

Milo shrugged. “It looks fun when they do it on TV.”

“Well, Mildred and I must be off!” Scott saluted as he and Mildred squeezed into a large pipe that had been exposed during the battle. “Those dumpsters ain’t diving themselves!”

“The next gym leader better not smell like sewer...” Bradley muttered.

“And then I said ‘girl, that’s not a Trubbish! That Pokémon is way cuter than your hairstyle!’“ Lydia finished, bowing low to a round of applause as they exited the Rustboro School.

“Trubbish are pretty popular with Dr. Magnezone fans,” Milo said. “Problem is there’s so many nicknamed Trubbishdroid that they can never tell them apart!”

Zack and Lydia broke into hysterical laughter, and Milo laughed too until he felt someone crash into him. Milo fell back, rubbing his head where it had collided with the other person’s.

The pain quickly subsided and Milo offered his hand to the other person, who was whimpering fearfully at the empty briefcase he dropped. The green suit looked vaguely familiar.

“Hey, aren’t you that businessman we helped in Petalburg Woods?” Melissa asked.

“You have to help me!” the businessman cried out, looking ready to faint at any moment.

“Yup, it’s him. Before you faint from sheer terror, mind filling us in?” Milo asked.

“Red mustache! Gray clothes! Stole...weird hat doesn’t match! No, wait!” the businessman screeched, pointing in the direction of the mountains. Melissa and Bradley shot him exasperated looks. “Other way around! Gray mustache and red clothes! Funny hat! Took my goods! The super important goods! Running into Rusnel Tunturf...Neltun Turfrus...I regret skipping lunch...”

He fainted.

“I think he meant Rusturf Tunnel,” Amanda said while everyone stared in disbelief. “It’s east of here.”

“I’m leaving,” Bradley scoffed. “I have my own things to do.”

Melissa latched onto his arm and dragged him to the east exit, ignoring Bradley’s protests. “You’re coming. Milo’s Pokémon are still tired and we could use the extra help.”

Alolan Grimer can learn Rock Polish via TM. Both types of Grimer can learn Rock Tomb.

The bit with Martin saying he wanted to feed the Bouffalant painting to Grimer came from Disco-Do Over, in which one of Martin’s listed dreams is replacing the buffalo painting in the living room.

Whitney’s strategy in the anime was to just have Miltank steamroll her opponent with Rollout until they fainted. Similar concept here really.

First gym battle is done and Milo has the Stone Badge! Next it’s to Rusturf Tunnel they go!

#milo murphy's law #absolutely disastrous #scott the undergrounder #oras au #pokemon au #bradley nicholson #melissa chase #zack underwood #diogee #amanda and lydia

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Mystically Destined - The Musical (Chapter 16 - Ella & Rossy)

The boys, with the exception of V, were all together at Vanderwood’s pub, preparing the final touches to their charity event, that was to take place the next day.

With the twins’s help, the lights were all set and, thanks to Vanderwood, Zen was almost done with the the small stage.

Jumin was pacing the room while reading the documents Jaehee brought for him to sign, occasionally glancing at the door.

Jaehee had a few still on her hands, that she seemed unwilling to put inside her briefcase.

- Mr. Han, are you absolutely sure you don't want to go through these catering proposals?

- I’ve told you, unless Amanda's friend proves to be inadequate, I won't have any use for those.

- But you haven't met her yet, have you?

- I haven't. But Amanda said the catering this girl’s sister owns, although not very well known, is of high quality. And I trust her judgment.

- Wait!

Seven shouted, jumping from the chair he was on, to rearrange one of the projector’s light.

- Waitwaitwaitwait-wait! Did you just say you trust Amanda’s judgement?

Jumin didn't answer. Zen laughed.

- Jaehee, did you put something in his coffee?

- I didn't, but I'm surprised as well. It's not usual for you to leave this sort of decisions to chance, or to someone else's personal opinion, Mr. Han.

- I am not leaving anything to chance. If the girl’s catering company proves not to be a good choice, I will review those proposals. I fail to see what the big whoop is.

He reached for his pocket as his phone began to ring.

- V agrees with me, by the way. Must be him, calling.

- Amanda’s outside.

Saeran announced as he walked by Jumin, taking a box of spare cables to the back room.

A loud crash echoed in the room and everyone looked in Jumin’s direction. He hurriedly dived to collect his cell phone that, miraculously, was still ringing, and answered it.

- Yes? … Good morning…. Now? … Very well.

He hung up the call and took a deep breath in, not moving from his spot. With a worried expression Yoosung walked to him.

- Jumin? What’s wrong, are you feeling alright?

- I'm fine.

He straightened himself and, without another word, walked out of the pub.

- What’s wrong with that guy?

Zen asked, feeling confused. Was the jerk going through something?

- He has been acting strange ever since I met him earlier.

Jaehee added.

- Where is he going, anyway?

Yoosung asked curiously. As if to answer his question, Seven looked out the window, immediately gasping.

- Oh my God!

- What is it, Seven?

- OH, MY DEAR GOD!

Yoosung and Zen ran to his side, looking out the window as well.

- I think I just saw an angel!

Zen followed Seven's eyes and saw a beautiful girl with long, straight and shiny dark hair. She was not very tall, with a well shaped and feminine body and tanned skin.

- Oh? Who's the girl standing with Jumin and Amanda?

Jaehee, who got up in a hurry to follow the boys, sat down again with a tired sigh.

- Must be one of Amanda’s friends.

- No, she's definitely an angel. I must have died and she’s here to take me with her to heaven.

Zen scoffed.

- What makes you think you’re going to hea-

Suddenly, Seven grabbed Zen’s hand and pressed it against his chest.

- Hurry, is my heart still beating?

- Dude, what the hell? Let go of my hand!

Yoosung pressed his forehead against the glass, trying to see better.

- Jumin’s pointing at the door. I think they're coming in.

- Everyone, act busy.

Seven took off his hoodie and straightened up his black tank top as he threw the hoodie in saeran’s direction, as the twin walked back into the room.

- Hey!

He grumbled, annoyed, tossing it to the chair next to Jaehee, who sighed again as she got up to meet the newcomer.

Zen always got surprised with how fit Seven’s body actually was. The guy spend all his time eating weirdly flavored chips and soda, and he never saw him training, yet he had nice muscular arms and shoulders. Not as muscular as Zen’s, of course, but not bad for a guy who looked like a slob most of the time.

The bell on the door chimed and in walked Jumin, followed by the girls.

- Wow! Zen, there she is…

- Yeah, man, she’s hot.

He glanced their way, but his eyes laid on another girl’s face. One he hadn’t seen before.

She was smiling at Jumin while giving him a set of white square boxes. A really cute smile that seemed to light up the room, along with her glowing, soft looking, golden rose hair.

He found himself almost gaping at the sight of her and Saeyoung’s voice felt miles away when he spoke again.

- I’m hearing violins… and possibly some angel’s choir.

- Yeah… I think I hear them too.

As Jumin walked away to place the boxes on the bar, Amanda took a step forward, calling for everyone's attention.

- Okay, listen up, you nerds! These are my friends Rossy and Ella.

- Rossy! What a beautiful name… I call dibs!

Zen was barely listening to what Seven was whispering. He couldn't pry his eyes away from the new girl’s lips. So her name was Ella. Ella… even her name was pretty.

- So, play nice! No pranks, no silliness and no weird stuff! I’m looking at you, Seven!

Like he had springs on his feet, Seven jumped from his spot next to Zen to where the girls were.

- What do you mean?!? Hello ladies. My name is Saeyoung, but you can call me Seven, Defender of Jus-

He tried to rest his hand against the wall, but miscalculated the distance and almost fell over. Zen shook his head. That guy was such a clown.

Amanda gave the redhead the evil eye, but Zen noticed a little smile on Rossy’s lips. He wasn’t sure if Seven had planed that or not, but that guy was apparently scoring already.

Zen glanced at Ella again and their eyes met. She immediately averted hers and her cheeks turned pink. Aw, man, she was cute.

- He doesn't stand a chance.

He heard Saeran’s mocking voice by his side. Distractedly, he clasped the boy’s chest, startling him.

- I call dibs!

- I don’t care! Hands off.

The boy protested, yanking Zen’s hand off.

Careful not to spook her, like a lion approaching a little fawn, Zen joined the girls, making sure he had his best smile on his lips before he spoke.

- Welcome, Rossy and Ella. My name is Hyun Ryu, but you may know me as Zen…

As soon as she saw him approaching them, Ella felt her pulse race. She grabbed her friend Rossy’s arm and whispered “Don’t leave my side”, so only she could hear.

Zen had a large smile on his face when he addressed them. A beautiful, brilliant, mind-blowing smile.

Nervously, she forced herself to meet his eyes, while tucking a strand of hair behind her ear. She was sure her cheeks were pink by now.

- The Zen!

Rossy declared, smiling broadly at her and giving her a light shove with her shoulder.

- You really are even more gorgeous in person! Ella, I’m sorry for not believing in you when you told me.

Ella bit her cheek and gave her friend a deadly stare. She was going to kill her.

Zen opened his eyes wide in surprise, facing her.

- Oh? Have we met before?

Great. Thanks, Rossy.

- No, not really...

- She watches you run every day.

Amanda announced resting the forearm on her shoulder.

- Is that right?

- Well... I mean, not in a weird, creepy way or anything!

She gave Amanda a meaningful look.

- I just take a shortcut through the park, on my way to work, and I happen to see you, sometimes.

- I can’t believe I never noticed a pretty girl like you.

She gave him a sideways smile. She knew very well that he never noticed her. And why would he, when he had so many pretty girls fawning over him all the time.

Seven patted Zen’s back.

- Our boy Zen is always getting attention, since he is so handsome. I guess you got too used to that, you don’t even notice the girl’s eyes on you anymore.

- Then, maybe you should buy her a cup of coffee next time you two meet, to atone for that.

Rossy proposed with a smirk.

- That’s really not necessary! Rossy, seriously...

- No, I think that’s a great idea.

He extended his opened hand in her direction.

- It’s a promise, babe. And I will definitely notice you next time.

Feeling more and more embarrassed, the girl mimicked his gesture and extended her hand to him. But as their fingers were about to touch, a discharge of electricity ran through them, at the point they lightly met. Both of them flinched, extracting their hands at the same time.

- Oh! I’m sorry!

Ella looked at him with wide eyes, but his beautiful lips only formed a smile. With a provocative wink he retorted.

- Well, I guess we can’t deny the sparks between us.

- Zen, take it down a notch, will you? I brought her here to help out, not to be your flirting target.

Amanda admonished, shoving her elbow on Zen’s ribs. Thankfully, before anyone could say anything more, Jumin joined them again, with Jaehee in tow.

- Ella, may you give us a taste test of your sister’s products now? Manager Kang is feeling a little restless.

- I am sorry, but we must make sure everything will be working well tomorrow.

- Yes, of course! I have brought everything I need, I just have to assemble it properly.

She answered with a sense of relief. It was best to get to work and keep her mind off of Zen’s gorgeous face.

Her relief, however, didn’t take long.

- I can help you with that!

- Zen, have you ever cooked an egg in your life?

Yoosung asked with a mocking voice, to which Jumin answered, matter of factly.

- No, he hasn’t.

- It’s fine, I can just do what she tells me to. Your order will be my command, princess.

He added with a big grin, making her heart stop on the spot.

When he excitedly turned and walked away with Jumin and Jaehee, Ella turned to Amanda. The desperation clear in her voice.

- Okay, I definitely can't focus with him standing over me!

- You’d prefer him to be lying over you, huh?

- Rossy, you're not helping.

Amanda threw an arm over her friend’s trembling shoulders, pulling her forcefully forward.

- It’s fine. He won’t bite you.

- Not that you wouldn’t like that…

- Okay, if my heart stops and I die, I will come back to haunt you!

- I’ll take the risk.

With a push on the girl’s back, Amanda sent her on Zen’s direction. Ella looked back and silently mouthed “I hate you!”, getting nothing but a smirk from Amanda and an excited wave from Rossy.

Ella shyly walked to a grinning Zen, pinning her hair up in a bun, partly to have something to do with her hands.

God, he was breathtakingly beautiful.

Ella ~ “Something must've gone wrong in my brain. Got your chemicals all in my veins. Feeling all the highs, feeling all the pain.”

With a gesture of his hand, he led her behind the bar. He stopped by its entrance, allowing her to enter first. Being that close to him, close enough to feel his scent, made her feel lightheaded.

Ella ~ “Let go on the wheel, it’s the bullet lane. Now I'm seeing red, not thinking straight. Blurring all the lines, you intoxicate me.”

Ella got one of the boxes and opened it, setting it aside. She was going to reach for another, but Zen got to it first, making her recoil her hands so they wouldn’t touch his.

Ella ~ “Just like nicotine, heroin, morphine. Suddenly, I'm a fiend and you're all I need. All I need, yeah, you're all I need.”

They opened the remaining ones, exposing all the needed ingredients to work with. His body moved so close to hers, without ever touching, but still enough to make her heart race like crazy.

Ella ~ “It's you, babe. And I'm a sucker for the way that you move, babe. And I could try to run, but it would be useless, you're to blame. Just one hit of you, I knew I'll never be the same.”

With Zen’s help, they also got some tableware to set everything.

Ella ~ “It's you, babe. And I'm a sucker for the way that you move, babe. And I could try to run, but it would be useless, you're to blame. Just one hit of you, I knew I'll never ever, ever be the same.”

Forcing her voice out, she started explaining how to set the different little entrées and hors d'oeuvres.

- So, you set the base like this, then add a bit of this dressing and finally pile a few of these on top. See? Now, you try.

She watched him prepare a few on his own with an excited expression on his face. He looked so happy to be helping... how could such a sexy and handsome guy be that cute? This way he would make her fall deeper and deeper.

The realization hit her, unmercifully, making her eyes shoot upwards, to his beautiful face: too late, she was already head over heels.

He turned his ruby eyes to her, his expression softening the second they met hers.

- Thanks. For letting me help you.

- S-sure… good work.

Feeling her cheeks flush, she rapidly turned her face away, focusing back on the hors d'oeuvres.

Ella ~ “Just like nicotine.”

Zen ~ “Nicotine”

Ella ~ “Heroin, morphine.”

Zen ~ “Morphine”

Although she kept her focus on her hands, she could still feel his eyes on her, making her increasingly nervous.

Ella ~ “Suddenly, I'm a fiend and you're all I need.”

Zen ~ “All I need.”

Ella ~ “All I need, yeah, you're all I need.”

They worked at the same pace, side by side, arms touching ever so slightly, every now and then.

Ella ~ “It's you, babe. And I'm a sucker for the way that you move, babe. And I could try to run, but it would be useless, you're to blame. Just one hit of you, I knew I'll never be the same.”

Ella stole a glance at the concentrated man. A smile rested on his alluring lips as he excitedly set the hors d'oeuvre.

Ella ~ “It's you, babe. And I'm a sucker for the way that you move, babe. And I could try to run, but it would be useless, you're to blame.”

Zen turned his attention to her, again, catching her ogling him.

Zen ~ “You're to blame.”

She gave him, what she hoped to look like, an encouraging smile for his hard work and peeled her eyes from him again. Only this time he didn’t look away. She could feel his eyes burning her skin. Not at all in a bad way.

Ella ~ “Just one hit of you, I knew I'll never ever, ever be the same.”

Ella ~ “I'll never be the same.”

Zen ~ “Never be the same, girl.”

Ella ~ “I'll never be the same.”

Zen ~ “I'll never be the same.”

Ella ~ “I'll never be the same.”

Zen ~ “And now…”

Moving even closer to her, Zen reached for the napkins that were on her left, on the counter. Her body froze as soon as his hard chest brushed her arm, and for a moment she forgot how to breathe.

Ella & Zen ~ “You're in my blood, you're in my veins, you're in my head.”

Ella ~ “I blame.”

Ella & Zen ~ “You're in my blood, you're in my veins, you're in my head.”

Zen ~ “I'm sayin'.” Stepping away from her, he returned to his work, seemingly unfazed. Of course she was the only one having a mild heart attack. But then again, the only thing keeping her assured that she was still alive was the uncontrolled beating on her chest. She was surely going to develop an arrhythmia, at that rate.

Ella & Zen ~ “It's you, babe. And I'm a sucker for the way that you move, babe. And I could try to run, but it would be useless, you're to blame.”

Ella ~ “You're to blame.”

Trying to focus on her neglected hors d'oeuvre, she extended her hand to grab some toppings. But her partner had the same idea and their hands met before either of them touched the ingredient. Their eyes immediately locked again, his as serious as hers, and time stopped.

Ella & Zen ~ “Just one hit of you, I knew I'll never be the same. It's you, babe. And I'm a sucker for the way that you move, babe. And I could try to run, but it would be useless, you're to blame.”

His eyes left her, only to find their way to her lips and she realized that deep inside she was hoping another part of his body would find them as well.

Zen ~ “You're to blame.”

Ella & Zen ~ “Just one hit of you, I knew I'll never, ever, ever be the same.”

A sweet voice interrupted their moment, making them jump away from each other.

- So… are those coming or what?

She looked at the blond boy standing in front of them with a cute, innocent, smile, apparently unaware of the little sexual tension she and Zen were sharing.

They both mumbled something incoherent and turned their attention back to their work.

Yet, Ella noticed she was not the only one blushing.

After receiving Jumin’s approval to help their event, and signing Jaehee’s contracts, the girls were sent by Vanderwood to help bring extra licor to the bar.

They each carried a big box in their arms, leisurely walking down the block, back to the pub.

As usual, they were joking around and playfully picking on each other

- So, are you going to tell us what's going on with you and Mr. Handsome?

- Nothing is going on.

Amanda instantly answered her friend Rossy’s question. Ella cocked her head to the side, why a confused expression.

- Why not? He is obviously into you.

- You girls don’t know what he is like. We’re always fighting! He’s just so...

- Hot.

Rossy completed with a straight face.

- Sexy.

Ella added.

- Hot.

- Gorgeous.

- So hot.

Signaling in Rossy’s direction with a flick of her head, Ella added.

- … What she said.

- Thank you girls. A teacher and a book editor and this is all I get…

Amanda teased ironically.

- Seriously though, he seems pretty charming to me.

- Yeah, I mean... if you don’t want him I don’t mind taking him off your hands.

Amanda sighed, slumping her shoulders a little. She wished things were as easy as her friends made it sound.

- You two don’t get it. You’re successful, you can land the guys you want. I’m just a waitress.

- So?

- This is not a K-drama, Ella! Poor waitresses don’t date rich superstars in real life.

- How about Lizzy?

Rossy asked.

- Lizzy and V go way back, it doesn’t really count.

- This isn’t the 1820’s. Poor women can have relationships with rich men these days.

Ella stated, shifting the big box in her arms.

- Yeah, quite the fairy tail: the waitress and the rich superstar bastard.

- Well, I wouldn't go with that pet name, but... whatever runs your boat.

Ella shrugged.

They reached the pub and stopped by the door, setting the boxes on the floor to rest a little before joining the boys inside. Amanda saw Ella looking longingly at Zen’s back, through the window.

- You’re one to talk!

- What?

- You’ve been crushing on Zen since forever, what are you going to do about it?

- Shhh, lower your voice, for heaven’s sake!

- Ella, the man would have to be blind not to see it.

The girl glanced in Zen’s direction again. He and Saeyoung were having a little pretend-fight. Possibly feeling her eyes on him, he looked back at her and smiled. She returned the smile and, lowering her voice even more she turned to Amanda.

- Shut up, I’m discreet.

- Yeah, discreet like a stripper pole in a mosque.

Rossy remarked, making Amanda burst out laughing. Ella rolled her eyes, obviously failing to see the joke.

- I just met the guy! And besides, you know what I think about men in general.

- The hotter the better.

- No... that's what you think about men.

Rossy shrugged and pushed her long hair away from her shoulder.

- True.

- Yeah, yeah we know you don't trust them. They are the enemy.

- Exactly.

- Well, you know what they say... keep your friends close and your enemies tied up on your bed.

Amanda rolled her eyes, but not before noticing Ella smiling sheepishly.

- Rossy, please. It's too early for this.

- It's never too early for tied hot men.

- You two are the worst!

- What? I didn't say anything!

Ella protested.

- You smiled.

- I'm a friendly person, I smile!

- Yeah, well then move your friendly ass and let's continue with our work. Recess is over.

Picking up the boxes again, Ella whispered to Rossy.

- So bossy.

- Why do we put up with her?

- I don't know...

- Because you love me, now chop chop. We need to make this place look classy.

Ella looked up at the pub’s entrance.

- I like how it looks. Its rusticness is charming.

- Thank you.

A strong voice answered. They all turned around to see Vanderwood, passing through them, carrying a box under the arm and another over his shoulder. His strong muscles clear under his tight tee.

- That's exactly what I was aiming for: charming.

He walked ahead of them. Ella turned bright red while Rossy tried to contain her laugh.

Vanderwood walked inside and they followed him to the door.

- Now, your boss is scary!

- Yeah, but he's also hot, so…

Rossy shrugged.

As Amanda opened the door, a tall, dark, figure appeared in front of her.

- May I have a word with you. If the ladies don't mind.

Jumin asked. His wolf-like gray eyes delving into hers.

Before Amanda could answer, Ella’s voice sounded behind her. She sounded sweet, but Amanda knew her well enough to notice the sarcasm in it.

- By all means, just take her.

Rossy, of course, followed, using the same tone as her friend.

- Yeah, she's all yours.

- She sure is.

Trying hard not to murder her best friends right there, Amanda gave Jumin a bright smile.

- You must excuse them, Jumin. English is not their first language, they don't know what they're saying.

Before they could say anything else, she grasped Jumin’s arm and pulled him outside, past them.

The girls giggled, but didn’t utter another word, walking inside the pub.

His eyes left hers to focus on the large box in her arms. Motioning forward, he tried to take the box from her, but she refused it, taking a step back.

- I got it. What can I help you with?

- Alright, then. I'll get straight to the point. I would like to know what you were trying to accomplish with last night's... performance.

Her heart skipped a beat. By that he obviously meant the almost-lap-dance-thing she had done with Lizzy the night before. Damn. She knew that would eventually come back to bite her in the ass.

Keeping her voice calm, she tried to brush it off.

- Of course. Last night's…

- Performance.

- Event, yes, was my way of helping two very dear friends get back together and find happiness.

He took a step closer.

- Is that so? Even when you were begging me to undress you?

- Beg.. I… I did not beg you for anything!

He had a little smirk on his lips, clearly teasing her, and she was falling for it like a big stuttering idiot. And why the hell was he so close, invading her freaking personal space like that.

- You mean to say all that talk about loosening buttons and taking off clothes, was...

- It was just an expression! It didn’t mean anything.

- Ah, I see. I must say you sounded very convincing...

His eyes bore into hers. That little sexy smirk still on his full, luscious, lips. God damnit he was so stupidly hot! She hated that he had the capacity of getting under her skin like that and turn her brain into mush. He could really getting on her nerves.

Shoving his hands in his pockets, Jumin started to turn away to leave, when she muttered under her breath, rolling her eyes.

- Bite me.

When he stopped turning she realized her mistake. The raven haired man turned back to face her, even taking a step closer, and leaned down. His lips brushing her ear he whispered, in his low baritone voice, sending a jolt of pleasure through her entire body.

- Is that also just an expression or are you actually asking me to do it?

Crap! What- what was that?

She tried to act tough and look him in the eyes, but his lips were dangerously close, ruining her attempt. And why did he smell so good?

With a voice that barely felt like her own, she breathed the answer.

- … expression.

- Hm... okay then.

He stepped away, effortlessly taking the box from her, making her almost lose her balance.

She huffed, feeling all hot and bothered, and muttered under her breath, making sure he wouldn’t hear this time.

- Damn you, you sexy rich superstar bastard!

Taking a long breath in, to help steady her wobbly legs, she followed him inside.

Lizzy was walking to the pub while talking with Lucy in the phone. She arrived pretty late the night before, and barely had time to speak with her best friend about what happened and her hopes for what was to come.

On the other side of the line Lucy was answering with a constricted voice, obviously trying to sound cool and contain her own excitement.

- Are you sure you want him back? Because let me tell you, there are plenty of fish in the sea. I should know, I've probably dated half of it.

Lizzy smiled. Lucy was always trying her hardest to make sure she wouldn’t get her heart broken again. She always had her back, even when they were apart. Lizzy couldn’t ask for a better friend.

- What I'm saying is: are you sure you want to go down this road again? It's okay to move on…

Shaking her head, her response was immediate.

- I don't want to move on or find someone else. He is the one, Lucy. I can’t imagine myself with anyone else.

Losing her cool facade Lucy laughed happily.

- Of course he is, you stubborn lunatic. You should go and get his ass back. And the rest of his hot body too. Something tells me you'll succeed.

Laughing in response, Lizzy couldn't be more grateful to her friend.

She hung up the phone with a new sense of confidence. She was feeling so nervous about facing Jihyun after the whole sensual dance thing, but thanks to her friend now she felt more at ease. So many people were cheering on her success, there had to be a happy ending, right?

He could hear her sweet voice approaching, her cristal clear laugh echoing in his heart. He didn’t know who she was with, but he wouldn’t back away now. Of course he had hoped to catch her alone, but he just had to excuse himself and ask to speak with her alone.

After Amanda prohibited him to do so last night, he had barely slept a wink all night. He had to speak with her as soon as possible.

And then, there she was. Walking across the street, right in front of him. She had a smile on her face while stowing her phone inside her pocket. And she was alone.

- Lizzy!

He called, clearly surprising the girl.

- Jihyun! You scared me…

Her face turned bright pink. He wasn’t sure if from the surprise or the sight of him.

- I am sorry. I… was waiting for you.

She walked further into the alley where he was waiting for her.

- You were?

- Yes. I wanted to have a word with you before we meet everyone.

She smiled sweetly at him, encouraging him to continue. He scratched his neck, with an embarrassed smile.

- You see… I scared myself too, because I almost gave you up. To Rika, to Hyun... but I don't want to give you up. I... that song... it means I still have a chance, doesn’t it?

It had to. If she said no…

She looked at her feet.

- I was not very discreet, was I?

He chuckled, feeling a little less apprehensive, and from a window nearby, someone started playing the piano. A slow, romantic song.

He took a deep breath in. He couldn’t ask her back before he apologized properly, at least.

- I am so sorry, Lizzy. This was all my fault. I know I don't deserve you after all I did to you-

- Your fault?

She interrupted, shaking her head and frowning her brows. She took a step closer to him.

- Jihyun, no! None of this was your fault, you know that! You shouldn’t blame yourself.

She extended her hand and touched his face.

- I never did… not really.

Keeping his eyes on hers, so she could understand his sincerity, he touched her soft hand.

- And I… never stop loving you.

His eyes shot right open, surprised by her clear confession. How could she be so brave? She always amazed him.

- Lizzy...

Unable to contain himself anymore, he allowed himself to do what his body was begging him to since the first day he saw her again, crouching to pick up her things from the floor at Stark’s. He held her face in both his hands and tenderly touched her lips with his own. Tenderly. As if she could break or disappear at any minute.

And the taste of her lips, so known to him, was almost more than he could endure. It unraveled so many lost memories in his mind as well as in his heart.

- Jihyun...

She whispered against his lips and that only ignited his passion further. He changed angles, deepening the kiss, and hugged her tight against him, while she clung to his neck.

Having her in his arms again felt like a dream and he found himself, much against his character, having trouble to restrain himself. His heart was beating so fast he was starting to struggle for breath.

Panting and feeling a little hazy, he forced himself to let go of her addicting lips.

- I’m…

She stopped him, putting one finger against his lips.

- Please. Don’t say you’re sorry.

He joined his forehead with hers, a happy smile forming in his lips.

- I am not sorry. Dance with me.

Listening to the soft piano music that filled the alley, they moved their bodies together, in a slow dance.

For the first time, in a long time, Jihyun felt happy, at peace, and trully hopeful for his future. With Lizzy.

Rika watched as her ex-boyfriend and that cunning little tart slow-danced in the middle of the alley.

Rage washed through her. How dare he seek for happiness with someone other than her? After asking her to marry him too. That was too much, too disrespectful.

Hiding in the shadows, making sure the couple couldn’t see her, she creeped closer, her murdering eyes never leaving them.

Rika ~ “I didn't hear what you were saying, I live on raw emotion, baby. I answer questions, never maybe, and I'm not kind if you betray me.”

With her back glued to the wall, she slid right to the point where the light hit the bricks. Her green eyes glistening in the dark, where she kept herself.

Rika ~ “So, who the hell are you to say we never would have made it, babe.”

Holding her head in her hands, she backed away, back into the shadows.

Rika ~ “If you needed love, well, then, ask for love. Could have given love, now I'm taking love. And it's not my fault, 'cause you both deserve what's coming now, so don't say a word.”

Her eyes never leaving the couple, she balled her hands into fists, disgusted by the sight.

Rika ~ “Wake up call, caught you in the morning with another one in my bed. Don't you care about me anymore? Don't you care about me? I don't think so.”

Clasping her hands together, with outstretched arms, she joined her index fingers, aiming directly at V.

Rika ~ “Six foot tall, came without a warning, so I had to shoot him dead.

Swinging her hips, the blonde girl slowly caressed her body sideways, from her waist to her thighs.

Rika ~ “He won't come around here anymore. Come around here? I don't think so.”

With mad, accusatory eyes, Rika backed away to the middle of the alley she was in. One by one, she took a few pictures of V and the other girl from her handbag, ripping them apart and contemptuously throwing them away.

At last, in a fit of anger, she threw her bag to the ground, with a group of young people in dark colored sweatpants and tank tops crowding together behind her.

Rika ~ “Would have bled to make you happy. You didn't need to treat me that way. And now you beat me at my own game, and now I'm finally sleeping soundly. And your lover's screaming loudly. I hear a sound and hit the ground.”

Two of the guys approached Rika, one on each side. She grabbed the one on the right by the shirt and then pushed him away. Then she turned to the one on the left and lift his chin with her finger, only to push his face away the next moment.

Rika ~ “If you needed love, well, then, ask for love. Could have given love, now I'm taking love.

With both guys on the floor, she took a few steps forward, away from them, pressing a finger on her own lips.

Rika ~ “And it's not my fault, 'cause you both deserve what's coming now, so don't say a word.”

The guys sprang up and, following Rika’s lead, everyone started dancing, street style.

Rika ~ “Wake up call, caught you in the morning with another one in my bed. Don't you care about me anymore? Don't you care about me? I don't think so.”

Once again, she clasped her hands together and joined her index fingers, shooting at the target she had in mind. Everyone followed. Then they passed their hands through their heads and chests while swinging their hips.

Rika ~ “Six foot tall, came without a warning, so I had to shoot him dead. He won't come around here anymore. Come around here? I don't feel so bad.”

Rika ~ “I don't feel so bad. I don't feel so bad!”

Again, two guys walked to the girl and leaned down so she could sit on their joined arms, lifting her up in a sitting position, like a queen. She rested her hand on their shoulders.

Rika ~ “I'm so sorry, darling. Did I do the wrong thing? Oh, what was I thinking? Is his heart still beating?”

She smirked and jumped from the guy’s arms.

The crew dispersed and from two points in each side a trampoline was set. One at at time, the dancers jumped from them, doing front flips in mid air.

Rika ~ “Whoa, oh, oh, wake up call, caught you in the morning with another one in my bed. Don't you care about me anymore? Don't you care about me? I don't think so.”

Meanwhile Rika started dirty dancing with some of the guys in the crowd. A few of the girls following and mimicking her.

Rika ~ “Six foot tall, came without a warning, so I had to shoot him dead. He won't come around here anymore. Come around here? I don't feel so bad. Wake up call, caught you in the morning with another one in my bed. Don't you care about me anymore? Don't you care about me? I don't think so.”

A black and orange sports car slowly pulled over behind the crew, where the street intersected.

Its door opened, upwards, revealing the luxurious black leader of its seats. A young and moderately attractive man was on the driver’s seat.

Rika ~ “Six foot tall, came without a warning, so I had to shoot him dead. He won't come around here anymore. Come around here? I don't feel so bad.”

She strutted to the car, getting in the passenger's seat with a smile on her lips.

Rika ~ “I don’t feel so bad. I don’t feel so bad…”

She took a phone from the guy and dialed a number, plecing it by the ear as she waited for the person on the other end to answer.

- Hello? Daddy?

She closed her window and the car sped up down the street.

*** Chapter Songs ***

Never Be The Same by Camila Cabello ft Kane Brown

Perfect (Ed Sheeran) Wedding Version Piano Cover by Pachelbel Canon

Wake Up Call by Maroon 5

#Mystically Destined - The Musical #Mr. Han and The Mystic Boys #chapter 16 - Ella & Rossy #my first fanfic #mysme #mystic messenger #zen #jumin #jihyun #seven #yoosung #jaehee #saeran #vanderwood #amanda #lizzy #ella #rossy

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dumbledearme · 6 years ago

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~ read The Bridgerton Eight here ~~

The Modern Bridgertons:

Violet Bridgerton (1965—)

married her high school sweetheart at 18;

loves blackberry pie;

is a fancy ass woman but always acts with humility;

is known and respected by everyone in Great Hamptons;

always remembers everybody’s names;

is the queen of charity events;

has an intense flare for the dramatic;

lighted a candle for her husband everyday he was at war;

was strong for her children when he died and never cried in front of them;

cried a lot, alone, at night, in her room;

always supports her children in all their endeavors;

is obsessed with marrying all of them because she doesn’t want them to waste the little time they might have with their loved ones;

Edmund Bridgerton (1965—2009)

his favorite pie is blackberry pie because that’s what Violet likes;

his grandfather turned BCorp into a corporate company;

under his charge, BCorp became a “green company”;

was an eleven as a dad;

whenever his children were upset, he’d take his hands and put them on both sides of their head and they would just breathe together;

he was called to war world II when he was 34;

he was discharged with honor two years later for saving a fellow soldier;

he was stung by bees and died of anaphylactic shock;

Anthony Bridgerton (1991—)

1,84 cm/ 6′0″;

all he ever wanted was to be half the man his dad was;

he had to step up as the man of the family at just 18 years old;

he has been running BCorp and supporting his family ever since;

doesn’t have time for a good time;

probably has forgotten what that is;

still, he’s been known to dally...

has a reputation as a player;

is afraid of intimacy;

work, work, work, work;

worries and protects every single one of his siblings because that’s what Dad would’ve wanted;

is always extra nice to his mother;

is dead scared of bees;

has hella good hair;

always dresses impeccably;

can be quite an ass.

Benedict Bridgerton (1993—)

1,87 cm; 6'2";

the artist of the family;

mostly paints landscapes;

doodles a lot;

often has paint on his hair and on his face and on his clothes;

is the only one who still goes to the family cabin by the beach;

graduated in fine arts at the Accademia di Belle Arti in Rome;

his paintings are sad and beautifully haunting;

believes in love at first sight;

is the tallest;the sweet Bridgerton;

is very protective of his sisters (that is the only thing that can prone him to violence, although in reality he wouldn’t hurt a fly);

very good with his hands;

a total and utter fool.

Colin Bridgerton (1997—)

1,75 cm; 5'9";

definitely the funny one;

the only one who has green eyes like Dad;

he's convinced that Holly Macclesfield is the love of his life, even after she cheated on him and got engaged to Nigel Berbrooke;

he travelled through Europe and Africa just to get away from the pain of it all;

he wrote a book about the things he's seen;

and the cultures he's experienced;

he majored in Greek and Roman architecture;

everybody likes him;

so charming, so handsome, so easy going;

the king of the easy smile;

he is never, ever, ever, ever sad;

he is never, ever, ever, ever mad;

what a dreamboat honestly.

Daphne Bridgerton (1998—)

1,68 cm;

slept with Eric Macclesfield and he broke up with her the following morning;

created a self-made business, the clothesline Daffiness;

is a fashion icon;

has a dying love for hats;

got a degree from the Université de Paris;

classy and edgy;

is the fun Bridgerton, always coming up with fun things to do;

wears a lot of sunglasses;

super independent woman who needs no man;

never, ever cries;

Eloise Bridgerton (2000—)

1,69 cm;

is a med-student in Sagaponak;

lively, talkative and genuinely fun;

sees the bright side in everything;

likes writing letters;

has zero time for men;

her favorite color was purple and she detested blood pudding;

the smart Bridgerton;

likes working with elders and children;

is very organized;

Francesca Bridgerton (2000—)

1,66 cm;

loves all things pretty;

is very feminine;

is very sensual;

always in perfect behavior;

the picture of sophisticated grace;

cares a lot about appearances;

a perfectionist;

is a seasoned liar;

had no filter;

spends most of her time at Flo’s Diner;

the love guru; she always knows when people have a thing for each other;

loves John *her boyfriend* in a platonic way;

has slept with a lot of boys; that is her way to hide what she really wants;

Gregory Bridgerton (2003—)

1,79 cm; 5'10";

he's favorite person in the world is Emma, the lunch lady;

he doesn't have a lot of friends, but he's friendly with a lot of people;

he notices the little people;

he's hungry ALL THE TIME;

he's secretly a fantastic cook;

he likes picnics;

outside, not inside;

he's tall and lanky;

the awkward Bridgerton;

he's a hopeless romantic and then just hopeless.

Hyacinth Bridgerton (2005—)

1,73 cm; 5'8";

she's one tough cookie;

she will kick your ass;

she likes solving mysteries;

she's very competitive and a sour loser;

her best friend is Lady Danbury for some reason;

she has boxing classes every Monday, Wednesday and Friday;

she's not very patient but extremely tenacious;

she's opinionated;

she will fight you;

the scary Bridgerton;

the tallest of her sisters.

Katharine Sheffield (1994—)

1,68 cm; 5'6";

she majored in politics with a master in women’s studies;

she lives in the wealthy manor of the mayor, who just happens to be her stepmother;

she's a pescetarian Monday through Wednesday, fruitarian Thursday through Sunday, and a vegetarian ALWAYS;

she volunteers for Greenpeace;

she's an atheist, or she tries to be;

clumsy as hell;has a great sense of humor;

has a corgi named Newton;

‘not the easy way but the right way’;

she hates when it rains because she's terrified of thunder;

her fiancé, Mason, dumped her on his surprise birthday party while the guests were hiding in the dark.

Edwina Sheffield (1998—)

1,52 cm;

the ‘Incomparable’ of 1953;

has buttery-colored hair and startling blue eyes;

likes reading and silent films;

petite and delicate;

Mayor Mary Sheffield (1976—)

has always been relatively wealthy;

married a very poor man;

Sophie Beckett (1996—)

1,57 cm; 5'2";

her father owned the Marvelous Penwood Hotel where she grew up;

her father was her best friend when he was alive;

her mother left them right after Sophie was born;

when Sophie was six, her father married the New York socialite Araminta Gunningworth;

he died soon after;

and because he didn’t leave a will, Araminta got everything—the hotel, the money and Sophie;

her best friends now are Mrs. Gibbons, the housekeeping supervisor, and Miss Timmons, the cook;

she is a fan of What everybody sees but nobody talks about;

because she needs to live vicariously through other people;

she works as a housemaid at Penwood Hotel;

she never gets a day off.

Araminta Gunningworth (1973—)

fabulously evil;

evil incarnated;

Rosamund Gunningworth (1996—)

1,57 cm;

has an interest in art;

works in a gallery;

helped curate the exhibition: What’s in a name?;

her real goal is to impress Benedict Bridgerton and then marry him;

over her rich, hot, dead body!

spoiled and fabulous;

Posy Gunningworth (1998—)

1,55 cm;

a Shakespeare fan, she was the one who came up with the idea for the What’s in a name?

never really lost her baby fat;

tries her best to be like her mother and sister;

isn’t very good at being mean;

likes food, especially cookies;

Penelope Featherington (2000—)

1,55 cm;

lives next door to Bridgerton Manor and often comes over for brunch;

is best friends with Eloise Bridgerton;

is the youngest of three sisters: Prudence, Philippa and Phoebe;

has flat chest and nose freckles;

bald head, flat chest, nose freckles and a dying sentence.

was just twelve and finishing 6th grade when she was diagnosed with acute lymphoblastic leukemia which gives her shortness of breath and terrible headaches;

was bald during the entire time she was doing chemo; she hated the way she looked without hair and was always avoiding mirrors;

is the Hampton Girl;

started what everyone sees but nobody talks about when she was seventeen;

fell in love with Colin Bridgerton, her best friend’s brother, when she was fifteen;

studies journalism;

has a secret account currently filled with money;

Phoebe Featherington (1998—)

1,57 cm;

the second youngest Featherington;

is nicer than her older sisters;

doesn’t treat Penelope like she’s going to break at the slightest touch;

is actually pretty normal for a Featherington;

Philippa Featherington (1995—)

1,65 cm;

waaay to loud all the time;

you know when she’s in the room;

never stops talking;

never talks about anything interesting;

gossips 24/7;

Prudence Farber (1993—)

1,65 cm;

thinks she’s better than her sisters because she’s married, y’all;

has a son called Preston;

she married Penelope’s oncologist;

she can’t stop bringing up the fact that she married a doctor;

Portia Featherington (1969—)

Simon Basset (1991—)

1,85 cm;

has a stutter but hides like a pro;

was raised by Eva St. Clair;

is the sole heir of Global Hastings;

went to Harvard with Anthony Bridgerton;

lived abroad for most of his life;

is considered proud and above the company;

is actually just shy;

but also an arrogant little shit;

looks like he has no feelings whatsoever;

is in fact a very emotion person;

Philip Crane (1990—)

1,77 cm;

is one of the very few inhabitants of Sagaponack;

is a biology teacher with a PhD in botanic;

is not comfortable around people; prefers plants;

owns a greenhouse where he spends most of his time;

is unbelievably unaware of how good looking he is;

his wife suffered from deep depression which culminated in an attempted suicide, which he prevented, but resulted in her death anyway;

has twin children: Oliver and Amanda;

he likes the rain and his favorite color is green;

always looks morose;

hasn’t smiled in years;

Michaela Stirling (2000—)

1,65 cm; 5'5";

she believes that she and Francesca are soul mates;

she has a step brother called John who is currently dating Francesca;

she belongs to an old and important family of the tons;

she is as gay as they come;

her hobbies include music and Francesca;

she's taking art classes but what she's really passionate about it photography;

oh and Francesca.

John Stirling (2000—)

1,78 cm;

Lucinda Abernathy (2002—)

1,70 cm; 5'6";

she's a ballerina;

she's 100% invisible when she’s around her best friend Hermione;

which is all the time;

she still has both her parents;

she's very practical and honest;

a very grounded sort of girl;

she fake-dates Haselby.

Richard Abernathy (2000—)

Hermione Watson (2003—)

1,62 cm;

her family left town six years ago, but now they’ve returned;

lives next door to Lucy and they’ve been best friends since childhood;

is the most beautiful girl in town, taking the crowd from Francesca;

every boy wants her;

every girl wants to be her;

is surprisingly sweet and nice to everyone;

is secretly engaged to Lucy’s older brother;

Gareth St. Clair (2002—)

1,85 cm; 6'1";

his mother died in a car crash when he was five;

he used to disappear from school with his friends to party;

has a very difficult relationship with his father;

he's devastated when his brother George dies;

he becomes the partial owner of St. Clair Enterprises;

both he and his brother were registered with their mother's surname;

he's the only grandson of Lady Danbury;

he wears a lot of leather;

he rides a motorcycle;

he chainsmokes;

has a lot of anxiety.

George St. Clair (2000—2020)

1,78 cm;

the prodigal son;

smart, good-looking and well behaved;

got into Harvard;

got along with everyone;

was heir to half of half of St. Clair Enterprises;

died of pneumonia at the age of twenty-one;

Angelo Guido (1975—)

mean and violent;

nobody likes him;

doesn’t like anybody;

is in charge of the half of the half of St. Clair Enterprises which used to be belong to his wife and their son after her;

wants Gareth to sign the company over to him;

absolutely loathes Gareth;

Lady Emerauld St. Clair Danbury (1950—)

1,65 cm;

co-owner of St. Clair Enterprises;

the company was founded by her grandfather;

she gave half of half the company’s shares to each of her daughters, Isabella and Evanora;

after Isabella’s sudden death, her share was kept in the hands of her husband, Angelo Guido, until their eldest son was of age;

her husband was an oaf, but she was genuinely fond of him and had difficulty accepting his death;

has a sharp tongue;

walks with a cane she sometimes uses to hit people with;

Isabella St. Clair (1978—2007)

she married a man thirteen years her senior;

barely a year into the marriage, he grew mean and violent until their love died away;

a few years later, when Angelo was on a working trip, she fell in love with someone else and got pregnant;

was a great mother and spent a lot of times with her sons;

used to call them bambinos;

kept a diary in Italian;

she died in a car with her supposed lover;

Evanora St. Clair (1972—)

got a job as a nanny when she was fifteen;

it was supposed to be a temporary job, but Eva ended up staying for eighteen years;

still works with children at a helping center for children with learning and speaking disabilities;

never married or had children of her own;

Nigel Berbrooke (1995—)

Holly Macclesfield (1998—)

Colin’s high school sweetheart;

they were together for years until she dumped him to be with Nigel;

is a bimbo ass girl;

loves unitards;

Eric Macclesfield (1996—)

Daphne’s ex boyfriend;

broke up with her soon after she gave him her virginity;

total douchebag;

thinks no means yes;

deserves some good punches in that pretty face;

works for Global Hastings;

Mason (1990—)

the unfunny comedian;

he and Kate were engaged for three years;

broke up with her in his surprise birthday party unaware that the guests were hiding and listening;

stupid;

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thefamilyineverknew · 6 years ago

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Turning 47: pt. III

“Despacito”

Previously on Turning 47: Your DNA results are in, Professor Lightner...Mmm, Culver’s...Hi Kurt, I think you may be my son....what the WHAT?!...

At a time like this, time ceases to exist, if only momentarily. There had been a fabric disruption, a shifting of tectonic plates. I think I was thinking of thinking, but it was more a feeling of feeling. None of it had a proper term or name. So I just sat there and finished my fries and diet root beer (another luxury I indulged greatly back in the U.S.).

I got in the car. The key worked, so there was that, and I plugged in the coordinates for New Harmony. Still, it took me awhile to get back out on the road, not because of my state of mind (I don’t think), but because the navigator was directing me to weave all around this big box shopping complex where the restaurant was placed. Aggravating. What are archeologists of 2000 yrs forward going to make of these sprawling Byzantine parking lots?

Anyway, I got on the road with this new knowledge just kinda humming in the background. “I just made contact with my birth mother...huh”. “Her name is Arla...huh”... “Wow”...”Huh...”. That her name was Arla was very interesting to me, you see, because it is also the name of the major dairy producer in Sweden. I have some Arla yogurt in my fridge as I write this (one of my favorite things when I first moved here was Yoggi, a super smooth, but thick, pourable yogurt made by Arla). I thought there was a sly joke being made by the universe here; mother’s milk. It is a nice coincidence.

Then a thought occurs to me that had previously never entered my mind; I caused someone else’s body to change by simply being. My mother carried me to term, and all the while she transformed around me. It had honestly never crossed my mind. No longer was I simply plopped down from outer space, first person on earth. I am here because of someone. Someone who has a name, who is alive!

On the road, day turns to dusk, and I am nearing New Harmony. Now, for those of you who do not know, this town is not your average, everyday, run-of-the mill small towns; it has a very peculiar history that the townspeople prize and keep up. New Harmony began as an experimental utopian village in about 1810, set up by residents who moved from Harmony, Pennsylvania; thus, New Harmony. They built all the structures according to their bylaws, ideals, and standards. About ten years in, a newly moneied robber baron bought out the town and set up his own, newer utopian settlement. This lasted another decade or so. From that time til now, the village has grown from these roots. It is speckled with the work of world-class artists and architects, like Philip Johnson, and has been a center of scientific research and discovery.

It’s placement, surrounded by an acute river bend, makes it more akin to an island. Residents drive golf carts instead of cars. It has a real eerie charm to it, and this is what I was driving into with my mind already swirling.

I arrive at my friends’ in the dark. The vibe of Savannah, of Midnight in the Garden of Good and Evil, was all around. Marc & Amanda invite me in, hugs, offer a beer. We hadn’t seen each other in at least 10 years, though we are facebook-close. We reveled, commiserated about the state of things, marveled at Michelle Wolf’s roast at the correspondent’s dinner, and then I reiterated the story, parts I & II....when suddenly this noise starts coming from the darkness outside. What IS that? My friends know what’s up as we go to the door. There’s this guy standing in the middle of the street, wailing on bagpipes, just going for it. Sure, that fits just right. It was their neighbor from across the street, a bagpiper who has toured with Sting. Definitely right.

The next morning, we get up and go to their café in town, Black Lodge Coffee Roasters. Yes! Twin Peaks. It fits. They opened this café after moving here from Nashville 10 years ago, and every detail matches their aesthetic and standards of quality (do make a point to visit, it’s the nicest little café in weirdest little spooky town you’ll find). I ran into another old friend from Nashville there, designer Griffin Norman, who, by virtue of being a regular patron with creative scheduling, was working behind the bar as a barista. He gave me one of his provocative IMMIGRANT t-shirts (and took the photo in my current profile pic).

So all this while, I’m kinda just sitting on this new information, this new discovery, while bathing in an unexpected environment. I hadn’t written back to Arla, and wouldn’t for another week while I’m in Nashville. I’m just sitting with it, like a heavy blanket on a sofa.

I know the next leg of my journey after Nashville will take me to Garden City, Kansas for my cousin Matt’s wedding, but from there...?

#slow #despacito #new harmony #indiana #utopia #utopian society #midwest

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oceanplait · 3 years ago

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a little reflection

I'm in Amanda Palmer's Patreon. That in itself isn't a big deal, at all, but she sent out an update about her experiences being on the ground in New York, on September 11th. (I don't know if it's an open post--it's here if it is.)

But I read through the responses, feeling my own distanced grief, and felt I had to share what I'd learned since, and figured--why not also toss it up here. "There's a lot of theories out there. This one's mine. "The day of, my partner and I--on another coast entire--got a frantic call from Southern friends. And we didn't believe them at first. We were between TVs, so we scrambled for a radio, and listened. And listened. And listened. "End of the day, we ended up at a friend's house, all of us glued to the footage replaying on every channel, stunned. And the question my brain kept asking was why. And sure, a lot can be said--politics, retaliation, the portrayal through parts of the east of the evil, decadent, uncaring west--but taking out a financial center wouldn't grip the entire country so much. New York, sure--it was absolutely devastating. But the rest of the US? "Over the years, what I think the real answer is has struck me, over and over. It's part of our self-image. It didn't hurt people who weren't IN New York because it was a major center of trade--it hit because easily a third of all films set in New York have footage of the Twin Towers. You mentioned Home Alone 2. There's hundreds of other films. Godspell. Hackers. Both Crocodile Dundee films. Escape from New York. Pretty Woman. Working Girl. So many others. Heck, even Wigstock features a shot or two. And I'm not even thinking hard to pull these up--I'm sure there are hundreds more examples. It's a pervasive identifier for the city. "We made the Twin Towers towers part of America's shared pool of myth that we all drew from for song and story. What better way to strike at us, and really make it hurt, but by something even someone who never left Perry, Oklahoma, just for a random example, would feel as viscerally as someone from Manhattan? "And I don't think you're wrong. In a lot of ways, we're still rocked. We've been riven as a culture by the concept of the Other as dangerous, and that definition keeps changing as the years go by. But it wouldn't have hit as hard, it wouldn't have caused people in and out of the USA to really *feel* the loss...had it not been for film.

"Anyway. Yeah. Today's going to be hard for a lot of us, even those who weren't on the ground. And I can't even imagine the levels of grief you and other native New Yorkers are going through. All I can do is do my best to be extra patient with people right now, because grief manifests in unexpected ways."

Just do the best you can, people. And if you don't feel the hit today, try to be patient with those who do. It left a deep scar, and it's not one that politics or racism, per se, created--it's one that our perception of self as Americans did. Because we made the Twin Towers a touchstone image. We totemized it. What better target to take down, just to prove you could?

#9/11 #September 11th #history #film #media #pain #New York #Amanda Palmer #AFP #grief

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catchester · 3 years ago

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Having just seen James Gunn's The Suidide Squad, I have to add to this. (FYI, the only difference in suicide squad movie titles is that James Gunn's has a "The" at the beginning. I hope there's no confusion)

I'm going to try not to spoil this beyond what's been shown in the trailers, but if you're avoiding all spoilers for The Suicide Squad, it's probably best to skip this.

Objectively speaking, The Suicide Squad is even more ridiculous than Guardians. It has a talking shark, an anti-hero called polka dot man who looks exactly as silly as he sounds, some costumes that look like they've literally been ripped straight from the pages of a 60s comic book, and the biggest big bad (biggest as in size wise) looks like a supremely misguided surprise reveal at a gender reveal party for boy/girl fraternal twins.

Does any of this get in the way of criticising America's foreign policy and decades long interference in the governments of other countries. No.

It's not jumping up and down shouting "look, America bad!" but the parallels are there for anyone with even a modicum of knowledge of the USAs actions abroad. America being where it shouldn't be, and taking things they shouldn't take, covering up the bad shit they've done, and repeating the same mistakes over and over, seemingly having learned no lessons from having this sort of stuff blow up in their faces before.

I love that there's not just one villain, or even one main group of villains.

And there are degrees of villainy in TSS, some are just pure evil, some are just bad guys, some are anti-heroes, and some, although prisoners and bad guys at the beginning, have transformed into genuine heroes by the end. This is not a black and white world, this is a full technicolour world that allows for nuance.

But arguably the most terrifying of all the villains is the 100% human Amanda Waller (and that's not a spoiler, she's been a bad guy forever, including in the first suicide squad movie. This movie just portrays her better, but then it does everything better than the first SS movie).

But Amanda Waller is so scary because she's real. By that I mean that there are people siting behind desks making life or death decisions for both American lives and for civilians in foreign countries. Just look at the number of innocents murdered in drone strikes if you don't believe me.

Waller exists, multiple times over, and is making decisions that will get innocent people killed every day, and not giving a single shit about those lives.

So you can absolutely have a silly, stupid, funny, ludicrous movie, that still has some very serious things to say about the world we live in.

The Suicide Squad is a funny movie, but the movie itself is not a joke.

I loathed the first Suicide Squad movie. It took itself far too seriously and most of the humour came from "witty" one liner quips. It was not a fun or enjoyable movie. It didn't want to be a comic book movie, it wanted to be a regular action movie. And I'm sorry, if you want to make a superhero movie, you do have to acknowledge that humans having superpowers is silly. It just is. Have fun with it, it's part of the joy of the genre.

I wasn't that keen on Birds of Prey. It was middling. A lot better than Suicide Squad, would definitely watch again, but I would leave a year to two between viewings. Again, it seems to want to deny it's a superhero movie. Only one main character (Black Canary) is superpowered, and the fight sequences are ones you would find in any girl-power action movie. Pretty sure John Wick had more superpowers than were showcased in this movie. The Birds of Prey are skilled fighters and vigilantes, they're not really superpowered.

The Suicide Squad is about as good as a superhero movie can get. It's not perfect (no movie is) but I'd say it's as good as for first Avengers movie. It embraces its genre, the inherent wackiness, and plays to its strengths, rather than trying to pretend it's better than a superhero movie.

Now, Avengers was just a fun movie and it had nothing deeper to say about the human condition, or the state of the world today. The MCU can do this and does do this very well, The Winter Soldier and Black Panther are two great examples, but that doesn't mean Avengers is bad. A comic book movie can just be a fun blockbuster movie.

The Suicide Squad chose to also have a deeper message. You can ignore it quite easily and just view it as a fun summer blockbuster, but it's there if you want something a little deeper.

I want to watch it again already, and I will do in the next few days.

Guardians of the Galaxy, Ragnarok, and Classic Loki

I was discussing Classic Loki's costume with someone online and I admit, in the small teaser, I was really disheartened.

Yes, it was a faithful copy of a classic Loki costume, but comic book costumes are ridiculous, especially older ones. And if that wasn't bad enough, his pants looked like a nappy.

I'd been mostly impressed with the mixture of drama and comedy but this outfit was just a step too far for me. I was not confident in where the series was going.

Then in the next episode, they took this walking visual joke and gave him not only a full, but a fulfilling character arc.

I admit, Classic Loki is my second favourite variant, just pipped to the post by alligator Loki.

And isn't that weird? Alligator Loki is objectively more ridiculous, not in his costume but in his whole character. He's a freaking reptile FFS! But I love him.

And that reminded me of a discussion I'd had with a Ragnarok fan who would hear no wrong said about her movie. The points i brought up with her had nothing to do with Loki, I chose the slavery

It's on Sakar

Valkyrie is a slave trader selling people into certain death because no one wins forever, but somehow a hero,

And that Odin build Asgard using slave labour.

And there's the colonialism, related to the third point.

Both of these issues went totally unaddressed in a movie that didn't even need them. They could have written it a different way and still had a good movie.

I mentioned how T'Challa went into the afterlife to berate his father and ancestors for their wrongs and promise to correct their mistakes, while Thor went to his colonising, slaver father and... asks for advice? Really? That's like showing Thor asking Robert E Lee for advice.

She of course, argued that they were making entertainment, not the colour purple or 12 years a slave. Of course that's a straw man argument, but I reminded her that Black Panther had plenty of humour, and GotG literally sends itself up all the time, and even has a goddamn dance off with the villain, yet it still made me care enough to cry about the death of a tree!

Ragnarok had me wondering why Thor tortured his brother, do heroes do that now? Thor isn't even an anti-hero, he's just straight up hero. That scene just left me cold, it wasn't funny and because it was played for laughs, I didn't empathise with Loki. I mean, he just looks constipated.

You all know how much I love Loki, I've written enough stories about him, after all, but Ragnarok Loki is just meh. I care that he was being tortured from an intellectual perspective, because it feels wrong for the hero to do that, and his betrayal of Thor cam out of left field, but I don't feel sympathy for him. I can't relate to him, I feel neither love nor hate for him, I'm just indifferent (to all the characters actually).

The only thing that rouses any emotion in me is Taika and the rage his mishandling of important issues and dismissal existing character arcs brings out in me.

Contrast this torture scene with GotG, which had me sympathising with Nebula while she was being tortured because, sure she's a bad guy, but she's also a well rounded character and her torture wasn't being played for laughs. We know she's been tortured, in one way or another, her whole life. Yes, she's bad, but I can relate to her because I understand her.

Then this Taika fan said something that was more telling than she knew, and was actually 100% correct. Taika thinks comic books are ridiculous, and he's out here making a Road Runner movie.

And it suddenly hit me, she was right.

Everything in Ragnarok is treated the same way an anvil falling on Wile.E.Coyote's head is treated. There are no consequences. There are no lessons learned. There are no character arcs. At the end of the Road Runner series neither the roadrunner or the coyote had changed in any way. They were 2 dimensional, both literally and figuratively.

Unfortunately for her argument, 30 years ago we had what is still arguably the best cartoon Batman series ever, Batman the animated series. It took it's two dimensional animated characters and gave them three dimensional personalities. 30 years later it's still hailed as brilliant.

And I think that's why Classic Loki and GotG can take utterly ridiculous characters (let's face it, all superheroes are ridiculous to some extent) but while some even acknowledge how silly their comic book heroes are, they actually take the characters, the story, and the issues raised seriously.

Yes, Classic Loki looks like a joke, but he's never viewed as one from the crew's perspective.

Alligator Loki is even more preposterous! Who even made his horns, and who puts them on for him? But while the show acknowledges how silly he is with our Loki's questioning, he's a Loki and everyone treats him as a Loki. Yes, he injects some comic relief, but the laughter is never at his expense. He's even shown to be able to hold his own in a fight.

Rocket is a talking raccoon, but he's never laughed at. In fact he's even pitied once you learn what happened to make him that way. He's ridiculous, but he's not a joke. And yes, he makes jokes about how ridiculous they all are (bunch of jackasses standing in a circle) but while a comedic character, the joke is not on him. He's a fully formed, well rounded character. We care about him.

Yes, Star Lord is an idiot at times too, but his heart is in the right place and he wants to do the right thing. So you think he's gone mad when he has a dance off with the villain, but you quickly realise he's being an idiot for a very good reason and is playing to his strengths (and using idiocy as a strength is clever). I think we also understand, because he's a fully formed character, than his humour is a defence mechanism. He plays the fool because that's the niche he's carved for himself to help him cope, but that doesn't mean he is a fool.

Ragnarok wanted to be GotG, but Taiks forgot the part about while it's ridiculous and fanciful, the characters aren't a joke.

To Taika, if it doesn't get a laugh, it's not important. The few serious or touching moments we get are as a result of the MCU bigwigs forcing changes in reshoots, or forcing Taika to stick to the script.

There are no character arcs. You could argue that Loki goes from villain to hero or anti-hero, but he's already been through that journey in Dark World. Why did he regress? Who cares, it's not funny, he's just a bad guy again, forget about the plot holes and just laugh at the guy being killed smelling like toast!

Thor turning away from his father's teachings, like T'Challa did, would have been a wonderful character arc. Seeing his dad, realising his dad was wrong that and he needs to do better, and calling on his own inner strength to protect his people. That would have been a fulfilling arc. Instead he still needs advice from his colonising, slaver father. And this is actually one of the few scenes that wasn't played for laughs. It had so much potential, yet Taika just didn't care enough to reach for it.

Ragnarok is a road runner movie where our heroes toss a series of ACME anvils and dynamite at each other and the bad guys, but like the RR cartoon, there are no consequences. Just like Wile.E, they get straight back up again and lob another anvil at someone.

Hulk has been murdering innocent slaves for quite a while now, but he doesn't care. You'd think Bruce Banner might care about what his alter ego has been up to but no, this good, gentle, introspective, intelligent and caring man doesn't give one single fuck, because it's ACME Hulk and murdering innocent slaves has as many consequences as crushing them with an ACME anvil.

And I think that's the difference. Yes, your characters can be utterly ridiculous, but the crew must take them seriously and make them fully rounded characters who face consequences. Consequences are how we learn and grow.

And if they don't take the movie or characters seriously, you end up with a 2 dimensional story that no one cares about, because you haven't given them a reason to.

I don't care why Wile.E is trying to kill RR. I don't care what his motivation is. I don't care when he gets squashed or blown up, or falls off a cliff, because he's not a character, he's a caricature.

Ragnarok is just a collection of caricatures.

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