#Darn hopefully they take it well <- insane

[candiiee]

Love? Too late. *ೃ༄

Middle school! Katsuki. B x gn reader

Slight middle school! Izuku x reader

summary: Bakugo K. Is a major dick to you and bullies you relentlessly and you can’t take it anymore.

warning: swearing, sucide, not so nice words coming out of Bakugo’s mouth, angst

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The idea of Bakugo finding love was insane. Especially with you. He hated you. He hated the way you talked, the way you walked, everything about you. You were just..so gosh darn hateable. But, you didn’t know why. What had you done to the hot headed blond? Talk to Izuku Midoriya and defend him?

Surely that wasn’t the reason. But whatever the reason, you become one of his targets. Relentless bullying, even worse than Midoriya.

“You should just kill yourself. Maybe take a dive off the roof. Something simple.” Bakugo said, but not truly meaning it.

“Stupid.”

“Pathetic.”

“Worthless extra.”

“Dick rider.”

“Piece of shit.”

Every single day was hell. Thank God for Midoriya. The sweet boy tried his hardest to tell you to ignore Bakugo’s words. But..everyone has a breaking point. And yours came after Bakugo told Midoriya to take a swan dive off of the roof.

Thoughts came. Maybe Midoriya would be better off without you. Maybe he wouldn’t be bullied. It was a foolish hope, but you were so hurt that you believed it.

So there you stood, looking down at how high you were. “Things will be better, right?” You murmured, eyes dull. You had told Midoriya he was gonna be the greatest hero there ever was. That he has to keep going.

His innocent eyes simply thought you were encouraging him, not saying goodbye. You chuckled weakly. “Hm..Midoriya better be great. I hope he can recover from seeing his best friend go splat.”

You leaned slightly forward, looking at the horizon. You paused, was this worth it? Making sure Izuku didn’t get bullied? yes.. you thought. It had to be. He deserved better. But..you wanted to see him grow. You blinked, starting to see reason. This was stupid. Why give in to what Bakugo wants? You started to get off the edge, when you hear a loud slam, and you teeter backward. You desperately tried to regain your balance, and last thing you see is your best friend’s hand desperately reaching for you, tears running down his face.

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Bakugo sees the bloodied mess of what used to be them. He had been walking with his friends when he saw something fall and hears the sickening sound of a scream cut short. They were all bloodied, their limbs twisted into angles they should not have been. Deku was in tears, crying over their dead body. He wouldn’t be surprised if the nerd had loved you.

He feels numb, like it isn’t true. His friends were long gone, having given up on getting him to move. Your face, your wonderful face was brutally covered in blood. And it was all his fault. It had to be. After all that bullying, it had to have been his fault.

And now, seeing like this, he realized why he hated you so much. You gave him a feeling. You had stood up to him that day. And he didn’t like that feeling. At least, that’s what he told himself. It was too late anyways. You died hating him, and it was all his fault.

Extra

You hovered over Izuku, watching him cry over your casket. You sighed, to the best of your ability putting your hand on his shoulder. You glanced behind you, even Bakugo was here at your funeral. That was weird. Did this mean that bastard actually didn’t hate you? Whatever. You were stuck here. Might as well make sure Izuku rose in rank, and be the best hero ever.

And you would haunt the living shit out of Katsuki Bakugo. Make him regret everything. But of course, not enough to make him want to kill himself either. You grinned, following Izuku back to his seat. Being a ghost had benefits.

Izuku would be your revenge. He was gonna be the greatest hero ever, and you would make sure of that.

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This is my first time writing angst, hopefully it was okay.

[sunspill]

Hey dude, followed for your writing and saw you've been going through it. Hopefully this isn't too forward, but I have a buddy who was getting horrible backpack and vomiting and her PT they assigned (lol thanks for listening doc) said that sounds like gall baldder shit. For some reason back pain and vomiting combo is indicative of gall bladde issues. She got a blood test and that was that. I don't know a darn thing about the gall bladder but could be worth looking into?

Also! I have 2 herniated disc's and went through an insane amount of bulsshit before I found someone to take me seriously. I thought I was never gonna walk again. Couldn't sit on the couch either. But it did get better, I'm good now. Complete mobility. So.. well I hope you find a good doctor and things improve. Back pain is a terrible game of patience ugh

Thank you! I think my gallbladder was checked but so weird I ALSO had a friend who had some kind of gallbladder disease and her doctors insisted she was just feeling somatic pain until she turned yellow from something gone wrong with her kidneys or liver. Wild.

I'm really glad you've recovered your mobility!! I started a new pt exercise routine so fingers crossed !

[wonderfulworldofmichaelford]

Psycho Analysis: Suicide Squad Team A

(WARNING! This analysis contains SPOILERS! Seriously, as soon as you click that read more, you’re gonna be smacked with SPOILERS! Don’t say I didn’t give you ample warning this time!)

The world’s in danger yet again, and Amanda Waller is in need of some expendable forces to take on some dirty jobs in the name of preserving peace. Last time she did this, it seems like she hired the wrong people. Nice guy Will Smith Deadshot? Bland, boring Killer Croc? El Diablo, who became attached to a bunch of reprobates after spending a couple hours with them? The only one who was useful in that squad was Katana. She had their backs, could cut all of them in half with one sword stroke just like mowing the lawn, and her sword traps the souls of its victims. Unfortunately, she was decidedly not expendable, so what is a girlboss like Waller to do?

Easy: Assemble a brand new squad of criminals to do the dirty work. Harley and Boomerang are the only ones she brought back, because let’s be real, they’re the only ones we give a damn about. Filling out the rest of the squad are the stoic, craggy crackshot Savant; the handsome, German spear-thrower Javelin; the alien warrior Mongal; the frothing, psychotic animal Weasel; the confident and all-powerful TDK; and Blackguard, who is literally just a guy. Together, this team gets deployed to Corto Maltese to do what no one else can do, and with skills like theirs, they are absolutely unstoppable!

They all fucking die before the opening credits.

Motivation/Goals: Considering the goal of the squad is to shave time off their prison sentences by going on the mission, it’s ostensibly the reason every single one of these goons accepted the job. Savant and Weasel are pretty well established in this regard; we get to focus on Savant for much of the opening, so we can get a sense of him, and Weasel is stated to have murdered no less than 27 children. So, yeah, they need to do this mission.

The rest, though? Who knows! Why are Mongal, Javelin, and TDK in prison? How did they even get an alien like Mongal? What did they do to land in the position they’d need to go on a suicide mission? Why doesn’t this movie have flashy, intrusive cards explaining everything to us in a throwaway gag in a montage?!

Blackguard, at least, has some other motivation. He sold out the entire squad to the military of Corto Maltese, which is why they’re ambushed. Now, there’s actually some ambiguity here: Did he do this of his own volition, and was this a complete surprise, or is it, as it is heavily implied, all part of Waller’s plan and she let this happen as a diversion for the other team to get in unnoticed?

Honestly, though, it doesn’t matter what their goals are. They’re all dead within five minutes of the movie starting, with one exception.

Performance: So, the reason these guys are even worth talking about is because, despite their minuscule screentime, all of their actors manage to cram in enough humor and characterization that they’re all pretty fun and likable. Michael Rooker is as stony and stoic as ever as Savant (until he hilariously isn’t), Flula Borg’s Javelin is really sweet and charming in his interactions with Harley, and Pete Davidson’s Blackguard is just amazingly douchey and pathetic. Special mention goes to Nathan Fillion’s TDK, who has an utterly endearing and unwavering faith in his astoundingly crappy ability to… detach his arms. It’s honestly kind of beautiful. Then there’s Weasel as portrayed by Sean Gunn, who is just a hilarious crackhead of an animal man.

Final Fate: Literally every single one of them die horribly thanks to Blackguard’s betrayal. He’s the first to go, because as soon as he walks out saying “Hey guys, it’s me, the one who contacted you!” he literally has his face blasted clean off. The rest go soon after. Mongal, in one of the most astounding moments of idiocy I’ve ever seen, leaps on a helicopter despite Rick Flag telling her specifically not to. Her weight and strength send it careening out of control, which leads to it shredding Captain Boomerang to bits before exploding, burning her alive as she painfully screams and writhes in agony. TDK gets his arms shot into Swiss cheese, leading to him bleeding out since even detached they still are part of him. Javelin is also shot, but gets a dying moment with Harley where he passes her Checkov’s Javelin. Finally, after witnessing all of this carnage, Savant completely loses his shit and tries to swim away, leading to Waller blowing his head up.

You may be wondering what happened to Weasel. He appears to drown as soon as the Squad deploys, because despite being actually smart in this movie, Waller forgot to make sure everyone on the Squad could swim. Thankfully, this lovable child-murdering crackhead rodent was just sleeping, and wakes up in the first credit scene.

Best Scene: Obviously, it’s their one and only scene. It’s a magnificent slaughter that puts the X-Force scene from Deadpool 2 to shame.

Final Thoughts & Score: I’ve gotta hand it to James Gunn. Even though these losers are only onscreen for a few minutes, they all get to cram a lot of charm and personality into that time, to the point it’s actually kind of sad seeing them all die. It’s a beautiful mix of comedy and tragedy. Since their screentime is so limited, though, I’m mostly going to be grading them on style, performance, and so on rather than on villainy like normal. They are all bad guys, as they don’t really get a chance to redeem themselves like the other Squad, so I’m still counting them as villains, which means they could potentially score above an 8 (which is the highest score I’m willing to give heel-face turn villains, because they end up being better as characters in general than as villains).

I’m also not going to talk about Boomerang (I’ll talk about him when I review the original Squad) or Harley (because she not only lives, but deserves her own solo Psycho Analysis). Now here we go, from best to worst:

TDK

If you thought anyone but TDK would get top marks, you’re sadly mistaken. Seeing Nathan Fillion proudly wield the insanely lame power to detach his arms to lightly tap soldiers on the head and gently grab their guns is a sight I never knew I needed to see until this movie. The fact he just seems so darn proud about this power that he doesn’t even bother to use in any way that would be remotely useful is honestly really endearing. Frankly, the sheer fact they adapted Arms-Fall-Off Boy in any way is enough for me to give him a 10/10.

Weasel

Weasel is just disgustingly delightful. He’s just a horrible, nasty, ugly little bastard… But he’s kind of adorable? He clearly has no idea where he is at any given time and is just so goddamn freaky that I can’t help but love him. The fact that, despite being a character who in the comics is noteworthy only for dying on his first mission with the Squad, he manages to survive the entire movie is pretty impressive. Hopefully he comes back in the future, but either way he gets an 8/10 from me.

Javelin

Honestly, aside from Boomerang, his death stung the most. He’s just so cute and charming, and he doesn’t even get to fling his javelin at anyone! Thankfully, he passes it on to Harley, and boy does she ever get to use it! He’s so cute, I have to give him an 8/10. I just wish we got more of him.

Savant

Savant is just an absolutely hilarious bait-and-switch. We follow him through the prologue, with everything seeming to point to him as our main character and the Squad leader. He’s stoic, he’s cranky, and he has impeccable aim… and then we get to the beach and he just freaks the hell out and starts screaming and crying and running away like a little bitch. Seeing Michael Rooker act like he’s shitting his pants after playing a badass like Yondu is just the sort of hilarious subversiveness that James Gunn loves to do when you let him loose. The fact that he looks like, to paraphrase the TVTropes YMMV page for the movie, a “cyberpunk Tommy Wiseau�� is the icing on this 7/10 cake.

Blackguard

I was prepared to hate this guy just based on how lame Pete Davidson’s costume was, and you know what? I do hate him. But I love to hate him. He’s just an utterly pathetic scoundrel and a coward, true to his name. The fact he is the first to die, as just about everyone predicted, and is killed absolutely gruesomely makes any annoyance he could provide moot, and his freeakout over being seated next to Weasel on the plane is actually kind of funny. I was originally going to give him a 6, but you know what? He can have a low 7/10. He’s like the only member of this particular Squad to actually do anything evil, so I gotta give him props for that.

Mongal

Let me make this perfectly clear: I do not blame James Gunn or actress Mayling Ng. I’m not actually mad at either of them for what they chose to do, because it is ultimately hilarious and sad. It suited the narrative of the film, and I’m not actually, genuinely mad.

With all that out of the way, Mongal is one hell of a stupid cunt. It is one thing to cause your own death with your stupidity, it is something else entirely to cause the death of a beloved character with your poorly planned attack. The fact she didn’t take into account how her weight and strength would effect an airborne helicopter makes one wonder if she is really supposed to be based on a character who can take on Superman and live to tell about it.

Let’s compare her to two similar characters to really show how bad she is. Like Blackguard, she is directly responsible for a death on the beach, Blackguard being responsible for everyone by selling them out and leading them into an ambush (and yes, I’m including him as well), and Mongal killing Boomerang with the chopper. The difference is, Blackguard’s betrayal was deliberate, he meant to sell the team out, he was actively doing something evil there, while Mongal killed Boomerang out of sheer idiocy.

Now, let’s compare her to Zeitgeist from the similar bloody massacre that occurred during X-Force’s deployment in Deadpool 2. Like Mongal, he accidentally kills a teammate. The difference is, in the case of Zeitgeist, he only accidentally melted Peter, it was a freak accident, and ultimately it does get undone by the end. Meanwhile, Mongal made a conscious, stupid decision and ended up killing her squadmate with her own idiocy. She sucks, hardcore. I don’t do this lightly, but I’m giving her a 1/10. Villains just don’t get much stupider than her.

I will giver her this, though: the makeup work on her is good. She’s lowkey kinda hot if I’m being honest. But being hot and having good makeup does not a good villain make.

[bestbouy]

Sick

By -Me! Person for: @rubystar2​ Summary: Ikor Isn’t feeling very well, But he thinks nothing of it, refusing to tell anyone. -Well, Until he collapses In the middle of Battle. Character Focus: Ikor (Ice herald), Riff (Fire Herald). (Other characters are mentioned) Warnings: idk how to spell ikor's tribe thingie, Or Riff's, And it's quite long. Don't judge me. I got carried away. Oh, and Riff has no clue how to make Eggs And Bacon. When Ikor first felt it, He was in the forest with the others Trying to find a shard of the Elestar. His head was Aching slightly, And he felt like he might fall over. at first, he just rubbed his head and brushed It off. Riff was talking a lot today. And that was that, Til tomorrow. The next day, He was feeling worse. His Headache was Bigger, he had a Stuffy nose now, And he wasn't looking so hot either. He looked like he was sick. He didn't notice. . . Or he didn't want too. Nobody else noticed, Not until the fifth day. Ikor figured out what was happening by now. He felt so *Cold*. he *never* Felt cold. He was an Icey! How was he *Cold?* He didn't want to Admit it. for all he knew, He was the first Icey to get sick like this! ~Third day, Morning~ Ikor was hobbling down the stairs, Yawning. He wasn't feeling great, As always. His head hurt anytime he tried to move- or think. He just felt so cold- "Good morning!" Ikor looked over and saw Riff sitting with Ao-ki, Trek and Eron. He attempted to look like he didn't Want to run back upstairs, surround himself in Pillows, and cry silently for the next Hour or two. "Hello Riff, good morning everyone." He responded. they all had their "Hello"s and "G'morning!"s. "How's it going, Icemen?" Riff asked. He sounded... A bit worried, But ikor was too stressed to care. "I'm fine. How are you today?" "I'm just great! Y'know, Fireys(?????) being the best, And all." Ikor snickered, Riff never missed a chance to sneak in how his tribe was the best. "Listen, we All know MY tribe is the best, Riff." Ikor said, and (Attempting not the stumble) He walked over and sat down next to him. Eron continued his ramble on about something, Something about a Wind shard in the wind realm, Something about ice cream or something? Ikor wasn't listening, He was to busy arguing with riff about Who's tribe was the best. "us Fireys have cool Dances! And crazy dangerous homes!" "Iceys are the best, We life Calculated and safe. And your "Cool dances" are quiet Stupid." "Hey! our dances are the coolest!" "Nuh-uh." "Yuh-huh!" "Oh yeah? well i think-" They where inturruped by a large BOOM as the ground shook underneith them. Ikor wobbled, And then tumbled to the ground. The shaking stopped, And Riff got up to help ikor up. "Woah! Ikor, You good?" Riff asked, Alarmed. "I'm fine, Thank you. What was that?" He asked. They ran outside, Ikor close behind Riff as they ran. It was Gredd, and it looked like he had a new power. Or something like that, Ikor was to distracted by that gosh darn HEADACHE! It hurt so much it was hard to focus. Riff seemed to notice Ikor's Struggle, So he turned to Ikor and said; "Don't worry, I got this Joker!" Riff exclaimed, And began to summon a Gormiti. Ikor just stood next to him as he did the whole "Elemental knights!" Thingie, You know. Ikor was just standing By, looking around and trying to look normal. As riff summoned Hurik, Gredd seemed to grin Wider. "Your Fire gormiti don't scare me Now, Herald!" He said, And with a shout of "Darkwave!" The fight was on. "Blastblaze!" Hurik shouted, the fire gormiti summoning his attack. Ikor noticed something. Something important. There was something... off about gredd's attack. It was more- Powerful? He didn't know, He was sure he miss saw. If only he did. The darkwave went straight through the Blastblaze, And hurik Dodged. "How is he this powerful?" Hurik shouted. "I quite like your elestar shards, Heralds!" Gredd shouted out, Summoning another darkwave. Then ikor saw it. one hand focussing attacks, and Gredd's other hand, Holding Two shards. Ikor was stunned, and not

long after he saw them, riff saw them too. Just as riff was distracted by the shards, Gredd had grinned evilly. with a shout of "Dark wave!", hurik was too weakened to do anything, So he put his hands up to shield himself. But gredd wasn't Aiming for hurik. Riff looked up, And saw it was heading right for him. He gasped, and right before it hit him, Right before he was taken care of . . . What happened? The dark wave Exploded on the target, and Dirt went up everywhere. As the smoke cleared, Gredd had not, in fact, Hit what he intended too. No, he hit a much more. . . Icey, target. Ikalos stood, Still as ice, His shield in hand and blocking the attack from gredd and smiling. "What do you think you're doing, Darken?" Ikor stood, Shaky as grass, Trying with all his might to keep in position. But it was hard, and he couldn't Focus well. As Ikalos Blocked and threw off attacks at Gredd, Ikor weakened and Weakened. How long did he have to do this? it was beginning to tire him. . . Ikor heard something. He ignored it, Head spinning. He felt like he needed to rest his eyes. Just for a second, Y'know? Close them, Open them, he'd feel soo much better if he just closed his eyes. Just for a second. just. . . For a. . . second . . . ? Riff's P.O.V When Ikalos blocked gredd's attack, Riff was almost down in tears. but instead, taking his chance, He scampered away. Moving towards ikor as he Focused on Ikalos. As ikalos threw attacks and blocked others, Riff reached ikor. "T-Thanks, Ikor. Guess icey's aren't as bad as i thought!" he laughed, Stumbling over to the Icey and grinning. Ikor didn't answer, So Riff slightly poked him. "Ikor? Gorm to Ikor? Sheesh, Maybe you icey's ARE bad." Riff snorted. Ikor still didn't reply. Instead, He had stumbled back, Closed his eyes, And fell straight over. Riff gasped, And the others ran over. "What happened to Ikor?" Ao-ki asked, worried. "I don't know! He just fell over!" "Did gredd do anything?" Trek asked "Not that i could see- He just- he-" Riff stumbled over his words, Looking at the unconscious Boi sadly. Trek looked over At ikalos and Gredd. "Wait! Guys, If ikor's Unconcious, He can't focus on Ikalos!" "Which means i will have an Easy Pickings!" Gredd laughed, Throwing a DarkWave and hitting Ikalos directly on the chest. "What happened to Ikor? He needs to focus or i can't fight!" Ikalos shouted at the others. "Uhm- We have a bit of a problem, Bud! He's kinda. . . Asleep?" "WHAT? If he's asleep, I can't-" Ikalos was cut short as an icicle when he quickly disappeared. Trek looked over at Gredd. "We need another gormiti!" he said quickly. "But gredd's got two ice shards! How're we gonna beat him?" "Hey!" Eron piped up. "Remember when we summoned all four of the Lords all that time ago?" "Yeah, Why? We can't summon a Lord,-" "Buuuuuut we can summon two Normal gormiti! I mean, It must be so much easier, And gredd can't focus on Two gormiti!" Riff paused, Looking at the others. "...It might just work." Ao-ki said finally. (Don't ask. don't ask why gredd's just been watching. you'll know why if you have ever watched gormiti. the pauses for convo's are so insane.) Trek and Eron stood up, Beginning to focus as Ao-ki and Riff carried Ikor inside the Tower. Riff assumed that they where successful, As he could them cheering as they got ikor inside and Laying down. Riff took a better look at Ikor. "Sheesh, He looks terrible. How long has he been like this?" "He's sick. I'd say he's had the cold for awhile. . ." Ao-ki explained. "Well why the howling didn't he tell us about that?! That's like, Super important!" "I don't know, But hopefully when he wakes up he'll provide an answer." Ao-ki said. "Hopefully. . ." A little while later, Eron and Trek came back in, Looking exausted. "Is Ikor any better? What happened?" Eron asked, Hopping quickly over to an Unconscious Ikor. "He was Sick. We assume for at least a couple of days." Ao-ki explained. "And for SOME REASON-" Riff crossed his arms, A pout on his face. "-HE DIDN'T TELL US!" "Well obviously, But

i hope he's Okay." Trek sad, Looking down sadly at Ikor. 3rd Person P.O.V Ikor slept for a good while, So the others decided to keep busy. . . . If "keeping busy" Is "Juggling Jewels" or "Taking a nap" or "Worrying about the ice boi". after about half an hour, The compass suddenly made a farmiliar "BEEP BEEP BEEP" sound, Starttling everyone. Ao-ki walked over, picked up the Compass, and Looked to everyone else, excited. "It's a Shard of the Elestar! There's one in the forest!" She exclaimed. "Well then what are we waiting for? Let's go!" Eron said, Shaking trek awake. "W-Wha? A shard? Shouldn't we be with Ikor?" He yawned. "I'll stay with Ikor in case he wakes up, Y'all should go get the shard." Riff said, Looking down at Ikor. He had been worrying about Ikor all day, Ever Since he collapsed. "Okay. . . Let us know when we come back if he's okay." Ao-ki said, Beginning to beckon the others to the door. "C'mon guys!" she shouted as they left. Riff's P.O.V Silence seeped in afterwords, As ikor seemed to shift in his sleep. Was he waking up already? No, Ikor was just moving. He wasn't awake yet. Riff groaned. He was bored already. What was he gonna do while Ikor woke up?? It suddenly came to Riff's attention, A small Kitchen off to the side of the tower. It wouldn't hurt to try it out, Would it? Nah, Fireys can do anything! Ikor's P.O.V Ikor woke up to the smell of something Burning. He groaned, Sitting up and reaching his hand up to rub his head. Ikor actually felt much better, His headache was basically gone, And he felt unbothered. But, Y'know, All things have their end. as He Looked around, he Noticed the trail of Smoke coming out of the kitchen off to the Side. "Agh! Uh, This needs suger!-" a pause, Then a yelp. "-THAT'S SALT- Oh wait i was supposed to put that in, That's good. Wait, How much salt Do i need again? Eh, I'll just pour in the whole bag. What's it gonna do wrong?" Another pause, And ikor heard something falling over and spilling. "Oh sheesh- OH NO THE CINNAMON-" Ikor eventually figured out it was Riff, But one question Remained. What the howling was riff making? Ikor slowly got up, attempting not to wince in pain as he moved his Legs. He looked towards the Kitchen and began hobbling over. Apparently, His moving had made a Sound, as Riff poke his head out the kitchen Doorframe. "Ikor! You're awake! I'm making you some eggs and bacon, Just give me a second!" Riff exclaimed, But his smile dipped a bit. "Oh! And you need to explain a lot of stuff when i'm done!" It took ikor a second, But he found it in him to Snap at the Firey. "R-Riff, Why the Howling would EGGS AND BACON need SALT AND CINNAMON?" He hissed at him, Grabbing the door for Support the moment he got near it. "Uh- Well, I'm putting everything i like in them, then adding the eggs and bacon together! That's how you make eggs and bacon, Right?" "You've NEVER made eggs before? Seriously?" Ikor snorted. "I'm guessing that's a no, Then?" Ikor raised an eyebrow, And Riff Shrunk down a bit. Ikor sighed, Walking towards him best he could, and sitting down on a stool. "Don't worry. I can't make them right now, But i can tell you how. Okay. Get rid of all this- Stuff, and get out a Pan, Some Butter, and- FOR LORDS SAKE, YOU PUT THEM IN THE OVEN?-" That went on for awhile, Ikor telling Riff what to do and Riff (Kinda) doing it. with a couple of "NONONONO *NOT* THE SALT AGAIN-" And one "Why the howling would you cut the bacon up???", They eventually finished the bacon and eggs. Or eggs and bacon. LISTEN I DON'T KNOW WHICH WAY TO PUT IT- "For a firey, You actually did pretty well following commands." Ikor said, taking a bite of his charred Bacon. "But you cooked the bacon too much, You idiot." Ikor joked. "At least *I* didn't say to cook it to your liking." Riff said. "These are perfect for me." "At the ice kingdom, We don't even cook them. We eat raw." "WHAT?" They sat there, Talking about anything that came to their minds. It wasn't Exciting, almost relaxing. "I was never one to study our dances, But i

can't see how they look stupid!" "It just does! I don't understand why you do it, Is all." "We just do!" As Riff finished his Bacon, he looked back up at ikor. "And Hey! you never explained why you didn't tell us about you being sick!" He said, Pointing his fork at him. "Ah. . . I was hoping you'd forget, You fireys always do." "Hey! We are not, We're very- Heeyyyy, Stop changing the subject! Tell me!" "I kinda. . . Thought you guys wouldn't like me, And in turn would get rid of me, Because honestly, Who just keeps a Herald around that nobody likes? And you would replace me with some stupid Icey, And my father would hate me, And y'all would go on without me, Never giving me a second thought, And maybe just hating iceys more then ever." Ikor spilled. "But" he said. "Now that i think about it." He added. "I know you guys wouldn't do that to me. Y'all are my friends. You always will be, And i trust all of you to know that." He smiled at Riff, And Riff smiled back. Maybe this was going to be okay. Maybe he didn't have to hide all his problems anymore. Maybe. . . Just maybe. . . He could be a part of a new family. //Note: I took WAY too long\\ //I'M SO SORRY\\

[ultraintrovertedgryffindor]

Just Like You - Kenny McCormick(South Park)

I wrote this a really long time ago when I was obsessed with South Park. I don’t know why lmao, but here it is. 

Warning: Also wrote this when I was an edgy teen™, so cringe and possible trigger warning.

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Welp, today’s the day...

New town. New house. New school.

My parents had gotten a better job offer here in this little town of South Park, much to my dismay. I love traveling, but moving from a large city in New York to a small mountain town in Colorado is a lot.

It should be interesting though, more opportunities that I’ve never gotten before. Although, I still have to go to school. The local South Park high school.

I put on my outfit for school and wear my black coat over it. It seems to always snow here, only on rare occasions it gets warm. I run downstairs and grab a piece of toast my mother made from the kitchen. I find a note on the counter.

Have a good first day of school, hon. Try to make some friends, and yes, that means being nice to people. Your father and I will not be back until tomorrow morning, so keep those memories of your first day in you head until we can hear about it. Love you!

My mother is a freak, I love her, but she’s a freak. I’m surprised my father has a job with all the day drinking he does. It helps him get work done, I guess.

I walk to school still eating my buttered toast. Approaching the school, I take in its features. It’s an ugly yellow color. Although, I think all bright colors are ugly. I walk in the school and all eyes are on me. I pretend not to notice. I get my class schedule and such from the receptionist and make my way towards my locker.

“You must be new. I think I would’ve recognized an ass that fine before.” A brunette says to me. I roll my eyes and huff.

“As a matter of fact, I am new. I was hoping for something better than a lame catcall on my first day, but at least you tried.” I said and patted him on the shoulder. He glared, tears filling in his eyes, and stomped off.

I bet he’s never been rejected in his entire life, poor soul.

I walk into my first class and immediately get called on. “Well, hello there! You must be the new student. Y/N right? Well, I’m Mr. Garrison and this here is my little friend Mr. Hat. Say hello Mr. Hat!”

Okay...already creeped the fuck out. Something about his southern accent and oh yeah, his fucking creepy ass puppet just rubs me the wrong way.

“Now, please, go take a seat. Wait...are you a troublemaker?” He asks.

“Oh no. Not at all, sir.” I lie. It’s easy to lie. I have a natural talent for it.

“Oh alright, I guess you can sit next to Kenny. That boy in the orange coat. You can keep him in check.”

Will do, you creepy old fuck.

I take my seat next to the blonde haired boy. He’s kinda cute actually. After class a group of boys came up to me, including that Kenny kid.

“Hi, new kid! Just thought we’d introduce ourselves. I’m Kyle. This here’s Stan, Cartman, and Kenny.” The redhead said.

“Holy shit, look at those tits!”

“Cartman!” Kyle scolded.

“Well, first off. It’s Y/N, not new kid. And nice to meet you too...I guess.” I said and walked off. 

Yeah, I don’t have great people skills. My harshness has pushed people away. I’m trying to work on it. But determined from what the fatass said I probably don’t wanna be friends with those dudes.

Off to lunch, finally. Hopefully the lunch here is better than the ones at my old school. I took my tray and looked around the lunchroom. Everyone in groups or pairs. I see one empty table. I head towards it and sit down.

The food isn’t that bad, but I’ll definitely be bringing my own from now on. While I was eating I noticed people staring at me. One, that Kenny kid, and two, that guy that used that lame catcall. I got uncomfortable real quick.

The rest of school was a bust. It was boring. Now, I want something fun to do. I heard that there’s a pond near here, that sounds like fun. I asked directions to where the pond was, which I found out was called Stark’s Pond, and headed there.

I approached and noticed no one was there. Perfect.

I looked around in my bookbag for some rope, and luckily I carry some around with me at all times. I look a heavy looking rock and tie it to the rope. I’m not that heavy so it should work.

I tie the other end of the rope around my ankle. I throw the boulder into the pond and it yanks me down, breaking my ankle. It drags me down until the rock rests at the bottom of the pond.

It’s dark and cold. I’m floating, suspended in time. I look up and see the sunlight breaking through the surface of the water, but it’s not enough to reach me. My hair flies around, loose and tangling each other. I reach up and run my fingers through my soft hair.

It starts...I try to gasp for breath but it isn’t there. My lungs start to burn with fire as no oxygen reaches them and they only fill with water as I struggle for air.

I always find this part of drowning so fascinating. Your survival instincts kick in and you try so desperately to fight to survive but come up short when your lungs fill completely with water and your body becomes stiff and frozen.

I black out.

*The Next Morning*

I gasp and bolt upright from my bed.

I sigh in relief to see that I’m back again, in my new home. Every time I die, there’s always a part of me that’s afraid I’ll never come back, and yet I always do.

The first time it happened, I was 10. I was at a birthday party. It was my friend’s party cake that killed me. Someone, while making the cake, accidentally put poison in it. I don’t know how in the hell someone “accidentally” puts poison in a cake, but it happened.

I started to feel hungry, it wasn’t time eat yet but the cake was on the kitchen table and I couldn’t help myself. I took a small piece of cake, it was delicious but it caused me to foam out the mouth and have a seizure. I died almost instantly. Good thing I died otherwise the rest of those kids would’ve had a bad day.

Then I woke up in my bed the next morning.

The hardest part was that no one remembered that I died, but I did. I remember the whole painful experience, and my parents didn’t even believe me. They took me to counseling after that, not that it helped.

One day, a few weeks after the first time I died, I tried crossing the road without my parents. I looked both ways and no cars were coming as far as I could tell. As soon as I almost crossed the, a car came out of no where and completely wrecked me. Again, I woke up in my bed like nothing happened.

The day after I built up the courage enough to test out the theory that I was unkillable. My dad had a 9 mil in his safe. I shot myself, and just like that, I woke up in my bed the next day.

At first, I was insanely afraid of myself and it wasn’t until last year that I realized it could be fun.

I’ve tested out so many ways of dying. Yesterday at the pond was my first time drowning, but I wanted to get over it cause I knew I’d drown soon even if I avoided it. Next on my list is falling to my death, but besides drowning heights is my biggest fear. Heights might be a good excuse to procrastinate getting that done.

I get up out of bed and take a quick shower. I wonder if I’ll ever stop being immortal? It’s probably a good thing I am since I’ve become so accident prone.

After my shower, I quickly got dressed and jogged down the stairs, almost falling in the process. I walked into the kitchen where I saw my parents.

“Y/N! Hello, sweetie!” My mom said and gave me a hug.

“Hey.” I said.

My mom was making waffles and my dad was just sitting at the kitchen table drinking coffee and reading the newspaper. Dick never pays any attention to me.

“So, how was your first day of school? Did you make any friends?”

“Uh, not really. Some guys introduced themselves to me, but you know how I am with people. And school was fine, learned a lot, teachers are a freaky though.” I paused. “Oh, and I drowned myself at Stark’s Pond.” I said nonchalantly.

My mom sighed. “That’s nice dear.”

Ever since I’ve been experimenting with dying over and over, I’ve been telling my parents about it. They never believe me of course. Even when one time I purposely hurt myself and bled to death in front of them, but they never remember. My dad didn’t really give a shit though. Anyway...

“I’m going to school now. Later!” I said, walking out the door.

Hmm, maybe I should take the bus. I wait at the bus stop, cause I don’t feel like walking to school.

“Y/N!” I flinch when I heard my name being called out. I turn to see Stan, Kyle, Kenny, and Cartman walking up to me. “I didn’t know you took the bus.” Kyle went on to say.

“Didn’t really feel like walking to school today.” I said, looking down and kicking the ground beneath me absentmindedly.

The bus finally arrived and we all walked on, I sat in the very back by myself. Until Kenny decided to sit next to me.

“Mmph!” He said, well I don’t exactly know he said. His bright orange parka covering his face made his voice muffled. I’m just gonna assume he said hi.

“Hi.” I replied.

“Mmph mmph mmph mph mmmph mmph!”

“Uh...huh?”

He rolled his eyes and took off his hood, revealing a mop of messy dirty blonde hair. “I said, how are you liking school so far?” He said.

“Oh, um. It’s okay, I guess.” I smiled.

“You guess? Okay, so I take it you don’t really like it.”

“Well, it always sucks when you’re the new kid and you have no friends.” I sighed.

“No friends, huh? Well, I’ll be you friend. I’m sure Kyle and Stan will too!” He said, making me blush. Darn. “Aw, you’re blushing!”

“Shut up. I always blush.”

“I’ll keep that in mind.” Kenny smirked.

When we finally got to school Kenny walked me to class, which was nice. He’s actually really nice and funny, also really adorable.

*A Week Later*

School so far has been good. I’ve grown really close to Kenny, since he’s basically my only friend. 

Kenny invited me to sit with him at his table, I agreed. Stan and Kyle seemed to enjoy my company though, Cartman didn’t. Didn’t like me for some reason, although he could be just an asshole all the time.

As the talk started to slow down and lunch was almost over, I looked around the lunchroom to avoid small talk. I saw the guy with brown hair staring at me again, but looked away when I saw him. “Hey, Kenny?”

“Yeah?”

“Who is that guy over there?” I ask, discreetly pointing at him.

“Oh, that guy in the red coat is Clyde. Why?” Kenny asked.

“Oh, no reason. He was just staring at me my first day here and also today. He also kinda catcalled me that day too.”

Kenny noticeably frowned. “He has?”

“Yeah, but it’s probably nothing.” I stuttered a little. Kenny giggled. 

“You’re cute when you stutter.” He smiled, which made me blush. “Aw, you’re blushing again.” He poked my blushing cheeks.

“Ugh, stop.” I whined, and shoved his hand away.

The rest of school was okay. Kenny stayed by my side the whole day, I didn’t mind, but he seemed like he was in a clingy mood which was weird. “I’ll walk you home.” Kenny said.

“Oh, no, you don’t have to do that.” I said.

“Nah, I insist.” He said.

Well, who could say no to Kenny. We were almost to my house, we had to cross the street first. We both walked side by side, Kenny had his arm around my shoulders to which I giggled. I suddenly hear a loud horn, I tried to push Kenny out of harm’s way but it was too late.

We’d both been run over by a semi-truck. 

I gasp and bolt upright from my bed in a cold sweat.

Oh, god. Kenny. We both got hit. I tried to get Kenny out of the way, but I was too late. I let him get run over. He’s probably dead because of me.

I start to sob. He’s dead and it’s my fault. My fucking fault. God no. Why couldn’t it have just been me? I wouldn’t even care if I wasn’t able to come back, I just want Kenny to still be alive.

My alarm went off. I smashed it. I’m not going to school today. I can’t. Everyone probably knows Kenny’s dead and they’re mourning him school. I can’t be knowing it’s my fault.

My doorbell rings.

Ugh...I don’t feel answering the door. The person is now beating on the door, damn they’re persistent.

I get up to yell at the person who’s beating down my door. I mumble profanities as I answer it. My heart stops. Not literally but it feels like it. 

“K-Kenny?” I start sobbing as I take the blonde haired boy in my arms, holding tightly. “I thought you died!” I sob. I pull away. His face looks like he’s in shock, also confused.

“You...you remember?” He asks.

“Of course I do! I tried pushing you out of the way of that truck, I guess I succeeded.” I sigh in relief.

“But...how? I thought you died too.” He said, flabbergasted.

“What do you mean too? Wait, you remembered I died?” I ask, also so confused.

“Y/N, I died. You didn’t push me out of the way in time, but I didn’t save you either. We both died,” he paused, “and we both remember.”

Suddenly, Kenny grabs both my upper arms and pulls me close to him and gives me a passionate kiss. 

I pull away, shocked. “Woah....what was that for?”

“I’m sorry. It’s just...nobody has ever remembered me dying. No one, but you can.” Kenny explained.

“And you remember me dying?” I ask.

Kenny nods. “You’re the first person that remembers me dying too.” He says.

I don’t know what to say or do. This has never happened to me before. I think Kenny feels the same, since we’re both just stood awkwardly at my front door. I finally break the silence.

“Kenny, I thought you died, and I’ve never been more scared in my entire life.” I said, with still a few salty tears flowing down my red cheeks.

“I was too.” Kenny said. “Well, looks like we have more in common than I originally thought.” He giggled.

~~~~~~~~~~

[imjustalonesomewriter]

A Future Mistake - Chapter One

This is chapter one of my book! I hope you enjoy! 

Word Count: 1847

Chapter One

“Abby, do you want any more orange juice?” Mrs. Strinbrall asked.

“Oh, no thank you,” Abigail drank the last of her orange juice and set the glass down, “I’m finished.” “Really? You hardly touched your hotcakes!” Mrs. Sherman, Abby’s aunt, butted in, “Were they not to your standards?” “No, they were lovely, bu-” “I told you Martha!” Mrs. Sherman exclaimed, “Raising your daughter in the city would ruin her! Look how little she appreciates my food.” “Excuse me?” Mrs. Strinbrall replied. Her mouth was slightly ajar and she was gripping her fork, “My daughter was raised the same way we were, despite living in the city!” “Abigail, how long does it take wheat to grow?” Mrs. Sherman turned to face Abby. Her emerald-colored eyes seemed to pierce through Abby, making her shudder.

“I-” Abby tugged on her dress’s collar, “Three weeks?”

Mrs. Sherman scoffed and turned to her husband, who was across the room with Abby’s father. Mr. Strinbrall was invested in his newspaper, on which the front page read, “RMS PERSIA SETS SAIL FROM LIVERPOOL.” Mr. Sherman, on the other hand, was smoking a cigar while studying one of the house’s many paintings.

“Did you hear that, Charles?” Mrs. Sherman asked Mr. Sherman, “She doesn’t know how long it takes to grow wheat!” “I do not see why that is necessary to know,” Mr. Sherman replied, taking out his cigar.

“But all country people know that!” Mrs. Sherman exclaimed, “I beli-” Abby cleared her throat and stood up from the table, “Thank you for the breakfast, Aunt Sherman.”

Mrs. Sherman ignored her and the adults continued bickering about the silly subject. Abby brushed off her dress, slipped into her coat, and exited the farmhouse. 

Abby made her way around the house and back towards the fields, where multiple slaves were working. Abby never liked visiting her aunt and uncle, not just because of Mrs. Sherman’s sour attitude, but because their property lacked a beautiful garden to relax in.

As Abby walked down the dirt path, she longed to return home to see her flowers again. That’s the only thing she really cared about, her garden. Abby tended to her garden the way most people tend to their children. She was always there to plant new flowers, water the bushes, or just relax and enjoy its elegance.

Abby neared the slaves’ house and stopped. Without missing a beat, she removed her coat and knocked on the door. She hadn’t had a chance to talk to them yet.

The Strinbralls, like many Northerners, did not own slaves and supported freedom for black Americans. Likewise, the Shermans were the complete opposite and owned two slave families, the youngest of them being Abby’s age. Abby was nineteen, and so was Tabatha, but Tabs (as Abby affectionately called her) had lived and worked on the Shermans’ property since the age of six.

Abby backed away from the door as it opened, revealing Tabs. Behind her was Frank, her brother, sitting near the fireplace.

“Hello, Tabs!” Abby exclaimed, opening her arms for a hug.

“‘Ello missus, Abigail,” Tabs accepted the hug and invited Abby inside. Abby sat down in a rickety rocking chair and folded her coat on her lap.

“How are you both?” Abby looked up at them and smiled. The house may not have been well built, but it was cozy.

“Not so good, miss. It’s darn cold,” Frank responded. Frank was the most educated of the bunch. One visit, Mrs. Strinbrall had spent the time to teach him and give the families some books, to the Shermans’ disapproval.

“Well, it is April. So it must warm up soon,” Abby said.

“Nuh-uh. Mrs. Sherman say the cold will last a long time,” Tabs poked the fire then moved to sit next to Abby.

Abby chuckled, “I don’t believe it. Mrs. Sherman isn’t the smartest of people.” Neither Frank or Tabs responded. They weren’t allowed to talk bad of the Shermans, or else violence ensued. Tabs had a scar on her arm to prove it.

After a brief moment, Frank spoke, “Any news from New York, miss?” “Oh, yes,” Abby said, “There’s this new university in Maryland that seems very good. I believe it’s called the Maryland Agricultural College… yes, that’s what it’s called.”

“What ‘bout the Ivans?” Tabs asked. Lily Ivan was Abby’s best friend whom she talked about frequently.  The Ivans were wealthier than the Strinbralls, although both were insanely wealthy, and the two families always attended the same events. 

“They have been traveling to this new city called Dallas, down in Texas. It was just founded in the past months and the Ivans were invited to stay down there,” Abby explained, “The whole town is not even finished yet. From what I can tell, there’s hardly fifty buildings to go around.” Tabs and Frank listened with interest. It wasn’t often they heard about the world outside their farm.

“Lily told me that there was a very handsome man by the name of Cooper Barnen that she has taken an interest in.” “Do-ya expect a marriage proposal?” Tabs asked as she folded some fabric, “Lily isn’t ready for that.”

Abby nodded, “I agree that she is not suited for marriage yet, but Lily does as she pleases, and she’s always wanted to marry. I suppose we will see them married by early winter.”

“That sounds about right,” Frank said, “What about yourself, miss? Does anyone suit your fancy?” “Not currently, except Mr. Frederick, but I believe he’s in love with Katherine.” Mr. Frederick was a twenty-five-year-old businessman who frequented the Strinbrall estate regularly. Frederick and Abigail had practically grown up together, and even though they were six years apart, they were good friends and enjoyed spending time together.

“Lily’s sista?” Tabs asked.

Abby confirmed, “Yes, Lily’s older sister. Though, I can not blame him. She is remarkably attractive but does not take care of her appearance. I remember once, three years ago, when she was twenty, she visited and did not even bother to style her hair! I could not believe it, a woman, especially a woman of wealth, should ta-” “Miss, your father’s a-coming,” Frank said. Abby looked out the broken window. Sure enough, there was Mr. Strinbrall.

Abby quickly sat up and put her overcoat back on. Tabs helped her tie it properly before her father barged in without knocking.

“Abigail, are you..” Mr. Strinbrall and Abby locked eyes, “Dear, it is time to leave. The carriage is already here.” “I thought we were to depart tomorrow,” Abigail stated, “Mrs. Sherman said so.” “I were, but your mother just received word the Thims were in New York, and she has not seen them in a while,” Mr. Strinbrall explained. He glanced at Frank, who was standing next to the fire, and held out his hand, “Thank you for welcoming my daughter.” Frank hesitated before shaking Mr. Strinbrall’s hand, but he eventually did, “You’re welcome, mister.”

“Now, please hurry, the carriage can’t wait forever. I will wait for you outside.” Mr. Strinbrall exited the building.

Abigail turned to Tabs, “It was good to see you, Tabs. You as well, Frank.”

“Hopefully you’ll get home safely,” Frankie shook Abby’s hand, “Promise to write?”

“I promise, but I can not guarantee Aunt or Uncle Sherman will deliver them,” Abby answered.

Frank mumbled a quick “goodbye” before returning to the fire. Tabs held the door open for Abby. “Goodbye, missus Abigail.”

“Farewell, Tabs,” Abigail stepped out of the house and walked over to her father, who was smoking his cigar while staring out at the fields.

“Father, are you ready?” Abigail asked as she approached him.

Mr. Strinbrall turned around and smiled, “Yes, I am.” Abigail and her father started walking back down the path to the Shermans’ house. Abby could see the carriage in the distance and Mr. Sherman setting her bags inside.

“How was your visit?” Mr. Strinbrall asked.

“Oh, it was wonderful. I always enjoy talking to Frankie and Tabs.” “Frankie and Tabs?” “Frankie and Tabatha, the slaves.”

“Oh! No, I meant your visit with the Shermans. Did you like it?”

“Well, you already know the answer to that,” Abby’s smile disappeared. No matter how many times she told her parents she despised trips to the Shermans, they always insisted that she go- and enjoy it.

“It was not horrible this time, was it?”

“Why wouldn’t it be?” “We only stayed for two weeks and not four,” Mr. Strinbrall said as they passed the last field.

“Although that is true, we are returning here again in August.” “Is that why you’re so upset?” “I am not upset. Rather, the exact opposite, because we are leaving.” “Mrs. Sherman refrained from attacking your beauty this time, which was nice.”

“Instead, she attacked my personality.” Mr. Strinbrall chuckled, “Indeed, she did.” Abigail and Mr. Strinbrall approached the carriage and were greeted by Mr. Sherman.” “How was your walk, Abby?” He asked.

“Wonderful. It was very peaceful in the fields.” “Hopefully the slaves didn’t bother you much,” Mrs. Sherman said, appearing behind Mr. Sherman with Abby’s mom.

“They never do,” Abby replied, “You don’t have to worry.”

Mrs. Strinbrall ignored her and walked over to the carriage. She opened the doors and looked inside, “My, my! This sure is luxurious!” “It is new,” said Mr. Strinbrall, “We purchased it before visiting.” Mrs. Sherman lifted up her dress as if to step into the carriage, but her husband held her back, “We better not make the Strinbralls wait any longer, dear.” “Of course,” Mrs. Sherman frowned and walked to the side. The Strinbralls climbed into the carriage one after the other. Abigail chose the seat across from her parents, next to their luggage.

“Have a nice ride,” Mr. Sherman exclaimed as he shut the door, “We await your next visit eagerly!”

“Us too!” Mrs. Strinbrall said as the carriage started to move away.

Abby sighed and leaned back into her seat. She needed a rest after such a tiresome visit, especially because their next visit was only three months away.

As if reading Abigail’s mind, Mrs. Strinbrall spoke, “Are you tired?” “Very,” was all Abby said.

“You’ll need your rest, tomorrow will be exciting.” “Oh? How so?” Abby asked. The mention of something exciting always piqued her interest.

“The Thims and Mr. Frederick will be dining with us this time tomorrow,” Mrs. Strinbrall explained, “And I assume they will stay until dusk.”

“Father told me only the Thims were coming,” Abby responded, “I do not want Mr. Frederick to see me this tired.” “The Thims invited Mr. Frederick themselves, not us,” Mrs. Strinbrall said.

“Strange, I didn’t think they were acquainted.” Mr. Strinbrall looked up from his book, “They met at the Caroll’s last year. Mr. Thim seemed to take interest in him.” “I believe Diane liked h-” Mrs. Strinbrall’s statement was interrupted by Abigail yawning, “Dear, why don’t you rest? I know visiting my sister is tiring, so you probably need to sleep.” “Definitely.” With the conversation ending, Abby readjusted herself and closed her eyes. Soon enough, she was asleep.

[gal-liveblogs]

RWBY Chapter 8: Players and Pieces

Hm, that title makes me think those chess pieces are about to become very important.

O.K., what on earth are you doing, Ruby? Are you... Are you riding a giant bird? Is that why you were falling from the sky at the end of the last episode? WHY are you on a giant bird? HOW did you get on a giant bird?

Ruby: Well, why don’t we just jump? Weiss: What are you, insane?

Aaaaaand Ruby’s gone. God damn it, Ruby.

That’s some stellar timing. Congrats, Ruby, you saved Jaune from hurtling even further into the forest. Hopefully he doesn’t crush you when you both land.

Oh great, before Yang and Blake can deal with the Ruby and Jaune situation a Grimm appears from the forest. I sure hope that scorpion Grimm doesn’t join the fray as well.

Nora: Yeeeeeehaaaw!

Oh. Thanks, Nora! That was easy!

Nora: Aw, it’s broken.

She has no respect for danger and I love her.

Nora: I’m queen of the castle~ I’m queen of the castle~

You are fighting hard for my favorite character.

Here comes the scorpion now! It’s fine, the other Grimm is dead and we have a bunch of warriors gathered. I’m sure they’ll be fine. What’s Weiss up to?

Pyrrha: Jaune! Jaune: Pyrrha! Ruby: Woah! Jaune: Ruby! Yang: Ruby?! Ruby: Yang! Nora: NORA!

I sure love the Name Game. Glad to see Nora knows how to play the winning hand.

Yang is shaking in frustration and I can’t tell if Nora is just happily swaying or having fun imitating her, but it’s just the cutest thing.

Oh, there’s Weiss! Boy, that bird is quite a bit bigger than I expected it to be. Gosh... How did you girls manage to hitch a ride on that?

Nora, stop being so adorable this instant.

Ren: She’s falling.

Oh no. Jaune, I know what you’re thinking. Don’t. This is not the perfect opportunity to play hero and save the falling damsel. You are the butt monkey, your role to continually fail for comedy. This won’t end well for you.

I know it’s tempting, Jaune, but don’t even try. Really there’s only two ways this is going to go. You’re going to try and somehow make things worse, or one of the other’s is going to rescue Weiss before you can do anything.

Either things are about to go horribly wrong, or Weiss is gonna smack him and call him a pervert.

Music: *is angelic* Jaune: Just dropping in?

Or this will turn out to just be a fantasy Jaune has concocted after hitting his head trying to jump out of the tree.

O.K., not a fantasy. Cartoons physics was employed so that they could float in the air for a moment before gravity picked back up. Now the question is if the punchline is them still crashing to the ground or will it be that one of the others will still end up rescuing them?

Crashing it is! At least Weiss seems fine, since Jaune acted as a crash pad. So I guess... Congrats, Jaune? You managed to save the girl?

Weiss: My hero.

She just sounds so disinterested. That’s gotta hurt him more than his crushed spine.

Oof. That was a crunch. Poor Pyrrha, I thought you’d be able to put up a bit more fight against the scorpion.

Yang: Great, the gang’s all here! Now we can die together!

Glad to see you being positive, Yang.

And of course Ruby jumps into the fray only to get immediately bitch slapped.

Holy shit! That thing has projectile feathers! I’m more scared of it than the scorpion now!

Be thankful it only skewered your cape and not your body! Still, this is legitimately terrifying!

Ruby, no, don’t try to rip your cape free just take your cape off! Trust me, it’s much faster!

O.K., yeah, wow, thanks for the ice wall and all, Weiss, but could we maybe have the getting along speech after we defeat the Grimms?

Ruby: *sighs and whispers* Normal knees...

What are you going on about, Ruby? I know you just wanted to be a normal girl with normal knees, but what does this mean? Are you reminding yourself to just act normally, or are you thankful that Weiss just said “you’re fine” and thus she sees you as normal?

Really though, these friendship building moments can wait until AFTER THE GRIMMS ARE DEAD, YES?

I’m sorry, but I have to point out Yang’s little run here wasn’t the best. She just kind of, slid across the ground. Not great animation. Very slippery.

Alright, so now everyone has a chess piece. Were those missing chess pieces already missing to begin with, or did those two dudes we saw at the start take them? You know, they two people who had character models but no lines?

So the gang tries to run, but it seems the bird has them trapped. Oh, and then the scorpion comes back too. So how’s that “just run and don’t fight them” plan going?

I love Nora’s gun. She has a grenade launcher. I wonder what it transforms into?

You know, for an exercise all about teaming up with one other person they all seem to be working with, well, everyone. I mean, it’s good to have teamwork with everyone at your disposal, but I would think you’d want to stick with your “assigned” partner and learn how to most effectively work with them.

Calling it now, that bridge is either going to collapse and make the scorpion tumble into the ravine below OR it’s going to collapse and trap out heroes in the ruin. Possibly both. Either way the bridge isn’t going to survive this fight.

Well, I was right about the bridge being destroyed, at least, but it looks like everyone is gonna hitch a ride on the bird on outta here. How did Ruby and Weiss do this the first time??

Oh, never mind, they do get trapped in the ruin after all. Looks like only Pyrrha, Ren, and possibly Blake hitched a ride.

GOD DAMN IT! NO ONE GOT CARRIED AWAY? Bullshit! You could clearly see they were all too far away from the edges with the bird came through!

Oh neat! A hammer! Let me guess, it’s gonna have some sonic blast or something that will propel her across the gap when she swings it down?

Ah, no magic nonsense, just basic physics! Yay for levers! Bye, Jaune! Now what will you do, dear Nora? Also what about the others?

Oh that is awesome! A grenade propelled scooter, basically! Who knew hammers could be so versatile?

Aw, and you were doing so well too, Nora! Now who’s going to save Blake from plummeting to her death?

Blake’s gonna save herself thanks to grappling guns!

I like that during the classic “run up all the falling rocks” moment we get to see that each of the four main girls does it slightly differently. Blake immediately gets off the unstable rocks and goes to another classic, “run up the walls”. Weiss uses her glyphs to give herself more stable footing when there are no rocks. Yang uses her rocket gauntlets to propel herself, and Ruby just stays with the classic approach.

So while Ruby has a plan to fight the bird, Jaune seems to be giving orders to the other team fighting the scorpion. Not so much orders as barking out their names and they knowing what to do already. I could be mean and say Jaune isn’t really needed here, but I’ll give him the credit has leader of this team of four. Clearly Ruby will be leader of the other team so he’s being built up as the leader of the secondary characters.

Nora is just the cutest gosh darn thing! Sorry, Jaune, but Nora has been too precious this episode. She has booted you out of the top spot on my characters list.

Poor Ren, someone get this boy some snacks. Nora, give him pats and snacks!

Wow, this is quite the plan, Ruby, How did you manage to tell the others what to do while all of you were fighting?

Ruby: Think you can make the shot? Weiss: Can I? Ruby: ... Can y- Weiss OF COURSE I CAN!

I’m a sucker for confident “can I?” “that’s what I just asked you” interactions.

Holy shit, Ruby is strong! I know Weiss puts some glyphs down, which are probably helping her with the speed and keeping momentum, but Ruby is still dragging that giant bird by her scythe!

Nice decapitation!

Jaune: Wow.

Yeah, I mean, not to downplay your guys’ scorpion, but that was really cool.

I guess we’re all back at Beacon now. Sounds like whatever piece you took assigns you to a larger team. So I guess only one piece was taken per team of two? Then, since it’s chess, there were two of each piece (excluding the pawns) so then the two teams that had the same pieces would get combined here. Still doesn’t sound like a great way to form actually good teams for four years, but whatever. How lucky that the teams that worked together fighting each Grimm ended up being the actual teams. Now they have a basic understanding of each member’s abilities!

Wait, did I just hear Yang Xiao Long? Not Yang Rose? Do you two have different fathers? You usually take your dad’s last name after all. We saw a Summer Rose gravestone. Hm. Well if they’re half sisters it would explain why they look so different.

Ozpin: From this day forward you will work together as Team RWBY, lead by Ruby Rose.

Wow, who could have guessed the team named after her would be lead by Ruby. Honestly, it would have been a jerk move to name the team “ruby” and then have someone else lead the team.

OH COME ON! NOW THE SHATTERED MOON ISN’T EVEN ROUND ANYMORE! It’s a shatter egg! I’m telling you, it’s fluctuating size and shape, that’s the cause of it breaking! The moon saga never ends!

Oh? And what is our dapper villain up to in this lonely warehouse?

Hm, I see you have various districts marked out on your maps. Also COPS! and Beacon. What dastardly plans are you concocting?

Man, you’re eyelash game is strong. Are you wearing eyeliner too?

Monopoly money!

Oh, credit cards, not Monopoly money.

A better look at the map. He’s not only marked out COPS!, but also DUMB COPS. I wonder if Forever Fall is a town or a landmark. Beacon seems like a pretty big place.

Torchwick: We’re gonna need more men.

BOO. Cliched line is cliched!

We never did find out how Ruby and Weiss got on that bird...

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Space Mercenaries AU: Crash and Burn

The moons weren’t just pretty, they also contained valuable resources that their contractors wanted control of. The one that contained the most was the one on the outer edge, right next to the large asteroid field, which was where the bulk of the resources originated from. Which meant parking the base ship as close to the moon as they could safely get away with and sending out the space-fighters to battle the enemy team for control of it.

Going out in the fighters was always an exciting time even if Medic, Engie, and Sniper couldn’t go out with the rest of team. Medic because he was a doctor and thus needed to be on standby should anyone be injured. Engie because he needed to be on standby to repair any damaged fighters. And Sniper because someone needed to man the ship’s onboard long-range guns and keep the enemy’s base ship back. Just like the enemy Sniper was doing right back at them. Of the three, Engie was the only one who could fly thus he’d pilot the rescue ship in case a fighter got damaged enough that it couldn’t propel itself back to base.

Pyro could fly and shoot though. He loved it even if he couldn’t spray things down with flames. Lasers were good too though, they were almost like a very concentrated blast of flame if one thought about them in a certain light. They were certainly hot enough to set things on fire if they were even remotely flammable so as far as he was concerned, they were close enough.

But the speed of the fighters was what made them the most fun. According to Engie they weren’t state of the art but they were close and he’d tweaked them to make them run a bit better and faster – as well as added a few fancy gadgets to some of them. All of Pyro’s prior experience was on fighters almost half as slow and much less high tech.

He was almost jealous of how good Scout was with the fighter. He zoomed around the enemy ships at top speed, harassing them and wearing down their shields before getting out, zig-zagging and barrel rolling to avoid return fire. He was so confident, he ignored all of Engie’s remainders over the comms to be careful because they didn’t have Respawn up here and that the ships were strong but very much not indestructible.

The enemy Scout was much the same, though not quite as good. Just as fast but not as accurate or good at getting away unscathed. He was still a nuisance though and Pyro was sick of it. Just like he was sick playing it safe and comfortable when they were losing. Heavy’s ship had already taken enough damage that he’d had to retreat, reports from Demo pointed to him needing to retreat soon too or risk getting shot down completely and losing both the fighter as well as Demo himself. The Administrator’s voice over the comms was not pleased by any of this.

So, frustrated, the next time an enemy ship – the Spy’s, basically Pyro’s archenemy, trying to sneak around and pretend to be a RED ship – got too close, Pyro set his thrusters to full and pulled his steering wheel towards himself, pointing the nose of fighter ‘up’. It blasted towards the enemy ship, missing ramming into it by less than a wingspan.

The enemy ship jerked back. Pyro snapped his ship around to give chase, ignoring the g-forces pushing him against his seatbelt straps. He fired sending a laser at his ship. The flash of blue meant it was absorbed by the ship’s shields and confirmed that the red stripes on the sides were holographic in nature.

The enemy ship rolled and jerked to the side again, trying to get away. Pyro struggled to stay with it but he did, firing more lasers, all but one missed. There was no way he could stay on the Spy’s tail for long but gosh darn it, he was going to at least chase him off for a while.

“Pyro, what the hell are you doing? You’re breaking formation.” Miss Pauling’s voice came over the comms. She was stationed in the Captain’s Quarters watching over the battle on a screen and a direct line to the Administrator that no one on the team was allowed near.

Pyro quickly pressed the button on his console that would send back the message “All is well,” in the friendly robotic voice he’d chosen to act as his voice over comms. He knew what he was doing… sort of. It was fun at any rate, exciting. He’d fall back into proper formation after he’d even the enemy Spy a good scare or hopefully took out his shields and sent him back to base with his tail between his legs or even better, shot him down entirely.

She said something else followed by some chatter from some of the others but Pyro wasn’t paying enough attention to catch any of it. He was too busy banking hard to starboard to keep on the enemy’s tail. And then pulling up almost just as hard.

They were now both pointed straight at the asteroid field. It was an odd direction to go but Pyro didn’t care. They were traveling in a straight line now, making firing at the enemy easier. The flashes of the enemy’s shield absorbing his lasers were getting weaker. Soon he’d be through it entirely.

The BLU Spy didn’t deviate but kept going straight. What was he up to? … Who cared? Pyro almost had him, just a few more shots and… His target suddenly jerked up, revealing that he’d been flying towards a rather large asteroid and Pyro was very close to it.

He pulled up, as hard as he could, more in sudden panic than desire to continue the pursuit. But it was far too late. He hit hard, his shields shattering with a brilliant flash of red and an alarm. It was the last sensation he experienced before darkness closed in on him.

***

Scout was looping back from making another pass at the enemy and ended up in the prefect position to watch Pyro’s ship’s smash into the asteroid through his windshield. It wasn’t like the movies, other than the flash of red as the shields shattered there was no explosion.

“Uh, guys, Pyro just crashed,” he said as he pulled his own ship to a stop, unable to take his eyes off of what remained of Pyro’s ship. It was too far away for him to even guess how bad the damage was but Pyro had slammed into the moon at the fighter’s top speed, not head on because he’d pulled up at the last second but close to it. Even with the shields absorbing some of the blow, it couldn’t be good.

Pauling’s voice came over the intercoms. Her voice was neutral, whatever she was feeling about this matter was impossible to guess. “Engie, get in the rescue ship and get Pyro’s ship back to base. Medic, be on standby in the docking area and ready to transport Pyro to the med-bay if he’s still alive. Everyone else pull back, protect the rescue ship.”

“Congratulations,” the Administrator added, her voice dripping with angry sarcasm. “You’ve just lost.”

Scout normally would’ve cared more about that, he didn’t like losing or people getting mad at him for things that weren’t his fault. But he still couldn’t stop looking at Pyro’s ship. Scout still found him a bit scary and weird and insane but… they’d been working on the same team for a bit more than a year now. The thought of him being dead made Scout feel… not good.

He shook his head before jerking his ship back into motion. He could worry about that later when they knew for sure what Pyro’s status was for now he’d follow orders.

The rest of the team had already started pulling back. Pyro breaking formation to give chase had opened them up for a big push by the enemy team. Demo’s ship was already doing the space ship equivalent of limping back to base, shields broken, hull and wings damaged.

Surprisingly, the enemy let them go, pulling back to surround the resource rich moon. They didn’t even seem to react when the rescue ship came out and started for the Pyro’s ship.

Despite their seeming passiveness, Scout kept an eye on them. He zipped around the perimeter of the rescue ship and Pyro’s crash site, while everyone else surrounded the rescue ship. Making it clear that if they enemy team wanted to interfere with their rescue operation, they’d have to fight for it.

Engie thankfully managed to get close enough to retrieve Pyro’s ship with the rescues ship’s gravity beam without getting hit by anything, asteroid or enemy. There’d be no way to tell if Pyro was still alive inside of it until they got back to base and got him out. So in a rush to do that they retreated back to the base ship. The rescue ship docked first. Scout went out of his way to dock last, he didn’t want face the possibility that someone he knew and saw every day might be dead.

Once everyone was docked, the ship itself started retreating. Conceding fully victory to the BLU team. Their boss and contractor would be upset with them but who cared? There were more important things to worry about.

***

When Medic had heard Scout say over the radio that Pyro had crashed, he’d just finished up tending to Heavy’s minor injuries. He’d almost asked for more information but what more information could there be? Pyro had crashed, regardless of what he’d crashed into it wasn’t good. So, when Miss Pauling had ordered him to be on standby when the rescue ship brought Pyro’s ship in, he’d already been on his way there.

The wait for it to come in seemed to take hours. But there was no way it could’ve been more than half an hour before the rescue ship was fully docked and it was safe to board.

Inside, Pyro’s ship was a mess. Its bottom had flattened out, its nose was now a crumpled mess and one of its wings had been almost knocked off. The cockpit looked to still be sort of intact though so… maybe Pyro was still alive? Except the latch to open it was busted.

“Move aside Doc, I got a laser cutter,” Engie said from behind him.

Medic quickly obeyed, stepping back to give him room to work. “Fast please, this is a medical emergency,” he said. There was no possibly way Pyro could’ve faired well. And there was a very real possibility he was dead.

“On it,” Engie replied, already getting to work on it.

The laser cutter was made by Engie himself and thus was powerful. Meaning it took maybe a minute for him to have a hole big enough for them to see properly into the cockpit.

Pyro sagged limply forward in his chair, the harness the only thing keeping him from faceplanting into the fighter’s console. Which was a broken mess as well, every bit of glass on it had shattered with the impact. Luckily the ship’s oxygen systems seemed to still be functioning – they were built to be the hardest systems to knock out – so at the very least Pyro couldn’t have suffocated.

But with the suit on, it was impossible to tell if Pyro was still breathing. Medic would probably have to cut him out of it. It wasn’t something he wanted to do because he’d prefer to respect Pyro’s privacy but alas, he’d probably have no choice. First though he had to get him to the med-bay and on life support.

Getting Pyro out of the harness proved to be a tad more difficult than getting into the cockpit had been. Naturally it was thick, making cutting into it difficult. But Medic had brought a pair of shears designed specifically for this kind of thing, knowing this would probably be an issue. So, even it if took a bit longer than he would’ve liked, they eventually got Pyro out and onto the stretcher.

The rest of the team had gathered in the docking bay just outside of the rescue ship’s port, waiting for news. Medic ignored them, leading the way with the stretcher. As much as he wanted to run Pyro directly to the med-bay, running was reckless and the excessive jerking would likely cause more harm than was worth the added speed - assuming he was even still alive, Medic couldn’t tell with the damn suit making it impossible to manually check for vital signs. So, instead he had Engie walk at a fast but firm pace with him.

Upon finally arriving in the med-bay – thankfully the designers of the ship had been smart and put it close and at almost a straight shot from the docking area – he shooed Engie out as soon as they had Pyro on the examination table. He had work to do and he needed to focus.

First he pulled over and activated the external medi-beam based life support that was his own invention and the reason he’d been hired on as part of the team. All his tests had shown that it should function even through Pyro’s suit, the portable medi-gun certainly did. It unfortunately wouldn’t be enough by itself, though it did give him a bit more time, so the suit had to come off too.

First the mask so he could check for a pulse, potential brain damage, and put him on oxygen. A tight seal to the suit proper kept it in place. He had to use both hands to free it and pull it off.

Despite the urgency of the situation, Medic froze solid at the sight of Pyro’s face. He didn’t know what he’d been expecting for sure but it certainly wasn’t this. His flesh was almost a translucent deep turquoise, the sheen on it under medical lights suggested it was damp or perhaps a bit slimy. There was no proper nose or ears, just slits. The eyes were closed but were clearly larger than a human’s and rounder. A small gap in the mouth showed the tips of sharp jagged teeth.

Medic had contemplated the idea that Pyro might not be human a few times. But had always dismissed the thought because Pyro’s proclivity for fire and destruction wasn’t something Medic had ever observed in any other sentient species even if his was a unique brand of it. But as proven by this encounter there were alien species that Medic never even heard of before let alone had a chance to interact with.

This was fascinating! He could…

Nope, this was a medical emergency. He had to focus on saving Pyro’s life first. Afterwards he could worry about further study.

He jerked back into motion and placed the mask to the side. Hoping the pulse point would be about in the same spot on his neck, he peeled of one glove to place two bare fingers on Pyro’s neck. Yep his flesh of a bit slimy all right and… were those gills? Or something else? There was thankfully a pulse though, in a slightly different spot, but it was frighteningly weak.

Medic quickly snapped the oxygen mask onto Pyro’s face before setting to removing the rest of the suit, using the same shears he’d used on the harness because there was no way the scissors that would normally be used to cut away clothing in an emergency would work on Pyro’s suit.

 -

Pyro’s injuries were excessive, many broken bones and severe internal bleeding caused by organ damage in his abdomen. The only thing keeping him alive as Medic operated was life support. His blood was a rich blue and looked almost like paint except for the strange smell it had, similar to the coppery smell of human blood but distinctly different. Unfortunately, Pyro’s lack of not letting him know he was an alien meant Medic couldn’t give him a blood transfusion which he needed – Medic would have to scold him about that later… if he lived.

Medic couldn’t help but notice other things while he worked to repair the damage. Like that Pyro was probably an amphibian type alien, capable of living and breathing both under water and on land. Or the rather bad burn scars on his body, the worst of which were on his hands. It looked like there used to be webbing between his fingers but it had burned away in a distant accident most likely before the adoption of the fire proof suit. Other than that, they’d healed quite well, leaving his hands nimble but discoloured, a dark bluish colour, losing much of the flesh’s translucent nature.

Another thing that was impossible not to notice was that Pyro was starting to dry out. The damp sliminess of his skin was congealing. Whether it was more because he was on the brink of death or the air was too dry was hard to say, either way though it couldn’t be good for him. So…

“Scout bring a couple buckets of lukewarm water and some washcloths to the med-bay, quickly,” he said over the ship’s intercoms, using the special connection in his lab for purposes such as this.

Not even two full minutes later there was a knock on the door. Good, Scout was fast. “Come in,” Medic called, not looking up from what he was doing.

The door opened and a second later Scout let out an audible gasp. Whoops, maybe Medic shouldn’t have let him see Pyro without his suit on. Too late now though. Hopefully Pyro wouldn’t be too upset about it when he woke up… if he woke up.

“Is that…” Scout began, awe in his voice.

“Place the buckets at the foot of the operating table and leave,” Medic interrupted. He didn’t have time for this, Pyro was still in critical condition.

“But…”

“Now!”

“Got it!”

Medic glanced up to watch Scout place the buckets of water down and the washcloths on the medical equipment table next to him. Thankfully he then fled, probably to tell the rest of the team what he’d just learned. Medic would have some apologizing to do later. He hated apologizing. But at least he had water now so he could keep Pyro from drying out.

 -

It took hours but he eventually got Pyro into a stable condition. Now it was only a matter of time to see if he’d pull through or would fade away. Hopefully he’d at least last long enough for them to get back to the main planet, dock, and start up Respawn again, just in case. But if he survived for that long it was likely he’d pull through completely so banking on that wasn’t smart.

But now Medic just had to solve the issue of Pyro clearly coming from a planet that was very wet, making him susceptible to drying out, before letting himself pass out in bed. He had a few ideas on how to possibly solve that problem. But he also wanted someone to keep an eye on Pyro so if his condition took a turn for the worse, they’d be there to send someone to run and fetch Medic over the intercom connection in the med-bay. Which meant if a miracle had occurred and Scout hadn’t spilled the beans on Pyro being an alien everyone would soon find out anyway. There was nothing Medic could do about that though other than hope Pyro wouldn’t be too upset about it later… if there was a later for him. But regardless, it’d be worth it as long as Pyro survived.

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Hogwarts Seventeen (Hyung Line)

Hi everyone! Erin here with a smol post for the day (maybe I’m writing this on impulse). Anyway I’ve been thinking on this for a LONG time and I couldn’t figure out a way to do it that was kinda... not every other Hogwarts comparison post. Therefore, I decided last night that I would try and do it based on each boys second house vs where I originally placed them! (Plus I believe that not everyone is just one house, so it’s fun to look at their second houses) OKAY ENJOY! 

Choi Seungcheol - Hufflepuff

Originally I place him in Gryffindor

But this boy shows a lot of Hufflepuff qualities

He consistently works hard to make sure that the team is protected and happy

Literally one of his main focuses is making sure that his boys are happy and healthy

He cares so much about everyone in his life

He wants to take care of everyone, especially the younger ones

He’s also insanely loyal

His long friendships with people show that

When something is important to him, he’s going to keep at it until it’s accomplished

Cares too much about what people think about him, sometimes letting it affect him

But is loved by literally everyone (nation’s bias-wrecker guys)

Yoon Jeonghan - Ravenclaw

Originally I place him in Slytherin

But listen

This boy is a smart cookie

He is the type to be super casual in classes and just answer questions like it’s no big deal

But then at night he works hard on his work and makes sure he’s caught up and knows what’s going on in classes

Definitely the type to help everyone around him if they’re struggling with something, no matter what they’re struggling with

Also the type to remember to check up on everyone a few days later just to make sure that they’re doing better

Cares for everyone but also makes sure they’re doing what they’re supposed to

Sometimes distracts them if he thinks they’re working too hard though

Basically he just wants everyone to be okay and will work to find ways to make sure that they are

Joshua Hong - Gryffindor

Originally I place him in Ravenclaw

He definitely has a lot more courage that I do

I mean

This kid just up and moved to a new country to start a new career

He had a dream and he just... actually went for it?? Wow

He’s also Seventeen’s gentleman

Therefore he fits the chivalry part pretty darn well

He’s definitely one to tease and pick on other members, sometimes just to be annoying

But will also step up when he’s needed

He’s the type to be protective of the people he loves

Works hard, but also the type to be easily distracted 

Especially when he’s tired

Wen Junhui - Hufflepuff

Originally I place him in Ravenclaw

We all probably know tho

He definitely could be a Hufflepuff

He’s a mischievous little kitten

Fairly impulsive, doesn’t always read into everything that he does (ie the face mask situation)

Not to mention the boys major love of food, like come on 

Also very much the type to only accept perfection from himself, so he works hard at absolutely anything he tries

If he knows someone is going through an issue, he will not leave them alone

Unless the person SPECIFICALLY says “hey I get more upset if people bug me, please give me space”

Will not leave them for anything

The second they start to feel better though

Returns to the usual jokes, pranks, and chaos that can only come from Jun

Kwon Soonyoung - Slytherin

Originally I place in Gryffindor

But chaotic is this boys middle name

He’s literally walking trouble sometimes

He’s the type to be fairly protective of the people he loves, but more focusing on that person than the thing that bothers them

Like if someone says something mean to his friends

His entire focus would be to make his friend completely forget about what happened

And he’s a pro at it

CONSTANTLY messing with people.

Honestly just wants to make them smile and forget the bad things in the world

Also does it to distract himself sometimes too

Honestly this bean puts too much pressure on himself too

Tries to always have his confident persona on though

Jeon Wonwoo - Slytherin

Originally I place in Ravenclaw

Then I was going to do Hufflepuff bc Wonu’s pretty soft sometimes

But listen

Boy would be an AMAZING Slytherin

He just has that confidence around him

Like he knows his great qualities and makes sure those are the ones that show through in his personality

Not to mention how educated this boy is

Protective as heck over the people he loves, but in an extremely subtle way

Rather than questioning straight out what’s wrong, just kinda waits until they come to him

But will do small things to make them hopefully feel a little better

Otherwise willing to roast anyone within 5 feet of him

There’s no in-between

Lee Jihoon - Hufflepuff

Originally I place him in Slytherin

OKAY SO TRUST ME HERE

He’s softer than he usually lets on

I mean there’s the obvious hard-working qualities we all see that

And he puts up toughness and get away from me vibes

But you also gotta see the fact that he’s EXTREMELY soft for all the boys

He finds his own way to comfort and take care of the people he loves

Also uses more subtle methods than just straight out

Just wants them to know that while he might not always look it, he really does care about them and their well-being and yeah

Puts so much pressure on himself oh my gosh and seems to be afraid of failure

Therefore is constantly reminded by people who love him that he’s amazing and he really has nothing to be afraid of

Maknae Line

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The Thick of UNIT - Part XLI

You ever start writing a fic (or reading it; not gonna judge) and wonder how in the heck a specific character can fit in? Well, that was me a couple years ago while planning this arc and gosh darn it I was gonna get my way. Hopefully it works alright.

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Mainframe UK’s Biomedical Head calls up a colleague overseas for an additional opinion, leading to a meetup her patient wasn’t exactly anticipating. [Malcolm/Kate, a Malcolm Tucker working in UNIT AU]

“I’m calling in an outside opinion while I still can.”

Clara and Kate stared at Alessandra, the three women having been sitting together in the former’s room discussing her progress. The medical doctor noticed that the looks she was getting were ones of confusion, so she shrugged in an effort to ease any tensions.

“It’s someone else within UNIT who knows a bit about Gallifreyan biology,” she explained. “We have reason to believe you just passed fifty-two weeks on Thursday—I want someone else with comparable medical knowledge to at least see what’s going on so I know I’m not insane.”

“Who are you bringing in?” Clara asked.

“A colleague from Mainframe Ed-Cal; she should be here in a couple days,” Sullivan said.

“Why did I not know about this?” Kate frowned. “I thought transfers of personnel must go through mainframe directors…”

“She won’t be here for very long—through next week at the most—and that isn’t so much a transfer as it is helping each other out,” Sullivan explained. “Don’t worry; we’re not letting word of our ‘research’ spread farther than her. She wouldn’t want to spread it anyhow.”

“Are you absolutely certain about that?” Clara stared critically at Alessandra, making sure her concern was visibly at the utmost highest.

“There aren’t many people in the world with any medical knowledge regarding Gallifreyans, let alone extensively, or on Time Lords, but she and I have been casually discussing this anyhow and she wants to come over to see things with her own eyes.”

“Isn’t that a breach of privacy?” Clara deadpanned.

“If I were an independent GP as the only person in my practice, yes; as an individual in a global medical network consulting with one of the few other people in the system who would know what in the heck we’re talking about? We’re lucky I don’t put out an ad on the front page of The Times.”

Clara shifted in her seat uncomfortably and huffed—she was increasingly finding herself out of her comfort zone and she did not like it in the slightest. At least, she knew, it was preferable to being with the Doctor the entire time, watching him panic and fuss, or to be alone while trying to explain to a regular physician why the baby was taking this long to do anything. She didn’t like it, but she also was not going to admit that she understood Sullivan’s logic.

“I want feta cheese,” she grumbled.

“Unpasteurized cheeses are not good for fetal growth, which your favorite brand unfortunately is,” Sullivan said idly as she checked a chart.

“Then why are there Greek people?”

“Sheer luck.”

Kate did her very best to not laugh as Clara shot Sullivan the iciest glare she could manage. Seeing as neither turned their attention towards her, she succeeded. She gently placed a hand on Clara’s shoulder, getting her attention. “How are you doing on tea? Snacks?”

“I’m being told that there is a great need for crisps,” Clara replied, patting her stomach. “Crisps, more tea would be nice, maybe some Jammie Dodgers…”

“Curb the junk food—we don’t know what the effect on the baby will be,” Sullivan scolded. Her mobile began to buzz and she glanced at it before frowning. “Carla is panicking; yesterday’s drill injury is giving her trouble. I got to go.” She then left, allowing Kate and Clara to glance at one another in a deadpan manner.

“Sullivan has a morning shift and I don’t; you’ll have as much junk food as you want by the time I leave this afternoon.”

“Thank you. It’s like she’s never had kids before.”

“Not this kid,” Kate sighed. “Every baby is different, this child especially so. Don’t worry—I have your back.”

“At least someone does.”

“Something tells me that I know who this second opinion is, and if I’m correct, then you can rest easy knowing that she will definitely be on your side as well.”

“She will…?”

Kate nodded, “Of course she will.”

-_-_-_-_-_-_-

It was the weekend and Kate was in her office, going through some paperwork that she had been neglecting for a while. Everything was quiet for the most part—nothing more than some suspicious satellites that needed monitoring and preventing the Royal Navy from getting too nosy over Kernow’s aquatic ventures, the usual—and she was entirely grateful for it. She didn’t know how things would be if there was another large-scale crisis. It did not escape her that at that time last year, she was in the middle of a negotiations loop with the Zygon Insurgency; so much had changed since then, everything she hoped was going to be for the better.

“Ma’am?” She glanced up and saw Themba peeking inside. “Sullivan called; she’s bringing in her extra opinion right now and wants you to meet her at Oswald’s room.”

“Thank you,” Kate replied. Having Themba screen her calls as of late had been a very good idea—she was able to get plenty of work done in the meantime. She wanted to be on top of things in case of an emergency and ultimately her plan was working. “I don’t want to be disturbed unless an absolute emergency, and even then I want you to contact Malcolm first.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

Kate wasted no time and left her work as it was, heading immediately down to the medbay. She went into Clara’s room, seeing that the woman was sitting at her temporary desk, a decaf cuppa sitting amongst a myriad of empty crisp wrappers and salted paperwork.

“Hello,” the younger woman said, not looking up from the screen on her laptop computer. “Is it lunch already…?”

“Sullivan’s extra set of eyes is in and they’re headed down here right now,” Kate said. It almost made her cringe in empathy to look at Clara, as she had been looking nine months pregnant since the month prior and it appeared that very little was ready to change that. “How are you feeling?”

“Roughly the same—all this constant eating is going to make me fat to the point the Doctor will know something is up when we finally see one another again,” she replied. Clara strained to sand up, the baby putting a clear waddle in her gait as she cleaned up the evidence from her crisp-binge session. “That idiot isn’t even here and he’s driving me insane.”

“Speak his name and he shall come,” Kate warned. She helped tidy the rest of the room, having just finished when there was a knock at the door. In walked Sullivan, a woman right behind her that Kate instantly recognized. Well, it would have been a shame had she not recognized the short, brown-skinned woman considering how long she was stationed in Mainframe UK before getting a transfer out to a more “peaceful” assignment.

“Ladies,” Sullivan said, “I am honored to introduce Martha Jones, Head of Biomedical for Mainframe Ed-Cal in Canada; Kate, you remember Martha.”

“I do—it’s good to see you again,” Kate agreed. She shook Martha’s hand cordially. “It really has been a while.”

“...and this is Miss Clara Oswald, one of the subjects in our research,” Sullivan added, motioning towards Clara. “She has been rather agreeable about everything so far considering the circumstances. How she’s holding it all together is beyond me.”

“You’re baking a rather unique bun there, if you don’t mind me saying,” Martha said as she shook Clara’s hand. "There’s not many records of interstellar human hybridization at the moment and to know how it’s all working in this particular case is going to be extremely enlightening.”

“Why are you here now though?” Clara raised her eyebrow, her hands instinctively covering her stomach as she tried not to scrutinize the newcomer. “I’ve been seeing mostly the same people for the past six months—why are you breaking that?”

“…because I’ve been on maternity leave myself, otherwise I would’ve been here long before now,” Martha explained. She glanced down at the charts and furrowed her brow. “So you’re at what… fifty-three weeks now? Nearing fifty-four? Is that right?”

“Yes.”

“Then I’m glad I missed that train.” Martha shook her head as she went over the data further. “I traveled with the Doctor back in med school—even fancied him for a bit—but he couldn’t see what was in front of him to save his life and I had to let that idiot go off and figure it out on his own. Whether he did or not, I don’t know, but I wouldn’t take him back at this point even if he begged.”

“You traveled with the Doctor?”

“Definitely not the face you’ve got, that’s for certain, but yes I did.” She glanced at Clara, raising an eyebrow. “Are you surprised? Cross? Jealous?”

“No,” she replied simply. “I’m not an idiot—there have been others before me and there will be even more after. It’s just always a little surreal when I meet someone else who’s traveled with him. Isn’t that the case for you?”

“No, but then again, my husband traveled with him before I met either of them,” Martha said. “Actually, you can say that he and I originally got together because our exes dumped us in order to hook up.” She watched as Clara processed that for a moment before scrunching her nose, which only made her laugh instead. “Yeah, it’s as bad as it sounds; we were revenge-drunk and everything.”

“Now there, Martha,” Kate gently warned, “you know that’s not precisely how it played out. We don’t want to give Miss Oswald the wrong impression.”

“It’s a bit timey-wimey to make it to that description, but it’s essentially how it went down. How else would a mechanic and a medical doctor with no other prior connection hit it off? Mickey would be one of the first to admit it, even as he changes Amadi’s nappy.”

“There are ways.”

“Not many, but that’s besides the point.” Martha sat on her haunches and narrowed her eyes as she poked gently at Clara’s protruding stomach. “I’m here to see you and figure out if Miss Lessa is insane or not.” The baby stretched, showing Martha that it somehow understood. “Good. Now let’s get Mummy up on the examination table so that Auntie Martha can take a peek with the ultrasound.”

“Easier said than done,” Clara scowled. “I’ve been barely able to get out of bed for three weeks.”

“I believe it; you look roughly like what I did about a week or so before I had my son,” Martha noted sympathetically. “You genuinely look about full-term to me from this perspective. Is there still no estimation on when you’re going to pop?”

“None.” Clara accepted help from Kate as she sat down on the bed and tried to not fall out of it as she swung her legs onto the mattress. Martha placed her bag down on a spare bit of bed and took out a small, curved device which beeped almost angrily as she turned it on and began to sync it with a computer tablet. “What’s that…? It doesn’t look like an ultrasound machine…”

“Just a little something Ed-Cal’s R&D department is working on,” Martha replied. “We have a lot of Zygons in our mainframe and they’re excellent at genome sequencing and genetic cluster identification. Mapping out the building blocks of what makes Doctor Junior right here is going to be important.”

“…to compare,” Alessandra cut in, “we have a lot more Silurians in R&D and most of our Zygons are in Security-related positions.”

“If you have a Zygon that held the line for the Tripartite Accord back in Spring, then you. Keep. Them. Close,” Martha said, making certain she emphasized her point. “I don’t know what we would have done had our R&D and Tech Heads hadn’t kept our Zygon population grounded and loyal to the Tripartite Accord.”

“Our former Security Head was replaced by the very Zygon that saved everyone here,” Kate mentioned. “If it wasn’t for Bismuth, then this mainframe would no longer exist.”

“There you go.” Martha waited for Clara to ease up her shirt and rested the device atop her round stomach. It beeped softly before letting out a long, lower tone, indicating data being collected. “Well, it seems healthy enough, to my knowledge.” She tapped the tablet and the device beeped again. “There’s evidence of a strong hybridization—your genes are holding their own against the Doctor’s.”

Clara blinked at that. “What do you mean? Isn’t that what happens when babies… well… happen…?”

“I’ll forgive you for teaching literature and not biology,” Martha chuckled, not taking her eyes from the data on the tablet. “Putting it simply, Gallifreyan genetics are, to the best of our knowledge, over-dominant when it comes to offspring inheritance. A child of the Doctor’s—a Time Lord with strong regenerative history and an impressive age—I would expect to rather strongly favor him in more than just looks.”

“…except it’s not the case here,” Clara surmised. She watched as Sullivan was passed the tablet and her eyes lit up.

“This is almost a perfect split,” she marveled. “Miss Oswald’s genetics look like they’re presenting finely. Actually, I wouldn’t be surprised if the distribution is dead even.”

“…and what does that mean for my child?” Clara asked. “Is it ready to be born?”

“We’re not entirely certain yet,” Martha admitted. “All I do know is that this child shall need to be monitored very closely; let it do everything at its own pace. Genetically and developmentally, it is going to be unlike any child anyone else has seen before on Earth.”

“My husband and I shall take note of that,” Kate mentioned. Martha looked at her and raised an eyebrow.

“I have been gone too long; last I heard you were long-divorced and waiting to become a single gran.”

“You left just before I met the man who would convince me to give it another go,” she explained. “He and I are the ones who are going to raise the child, if you didn’t already know.”

“Now I do,” Martha nodded. She took back the tablet from Sullivan and continued going through data. The device on Clara’s stomach began to beep quickly, causing Martha to frown. “It’s regenerating.”

“It does that,” Clara explained. She placed her hand next to the device and exhaled, allowing the now-familiar sensation to flow through her. “It hasn’t done that in a bit; almost a week.”

“I think it bears repeating that I’m very glad I missed out on this,” Martha said, motioning towards Clara’s midsection. “Shit… I’m really starting to rethink how bad I thought being regularly pregnant was…”

“What else can you tell from the data?” Kate asked. “We are working on a schedule—the Doctor is guaranteed to stay away from Miss Oswald for another year and a half, but with the rate at which this pregnancy has developed, we don’t know if we’re going to need that entire time or not.”

“You shouldn’t,” Martha shrugged, “though I would suggest leaving the onset of labor up to the kid itself. It looks on the surface like a Human child ready to be induced, but I don’t want to risk it.”

“Great,” Clara grumbled. “So what you’re saying is that I could be stuck like this for months?”

“I don’t know how long you’ll be like this,” Martha clarified. “As it is, the fetus is in a head-down position, which means that while it’s still developing it may also be ready to go at any time. Your water could break overnight for all I know.”

“Bloody run-around.” Clara glared at the bulge in her stomach, which stretched to the side in response. “Yes, we are talking about you, giving Mummy such a hard time without even being born. Be glad Daddy has such clever friends or we’d be in a whole other mess of trouble.” The child inside her wiggled about and tears began to form at the corners of her eyes. She touched the skin of her stomach and nodded. “I wish he was here too, sweetie.”

“We all do, in a way,” Martha said. She leaned down and hugged her patient, one mother offering comfort to another. “All of us in this room have been affected by the Doctor in one way or another. The absolute truth is that we need to help each other when he’s not around; if not, then no one will, and what kind of a world would we have then?”

“Most of us would be out of a job, at the very least,” Kate said. She then saw her Biomedical head pausing over some data on the tablet. “Alessandra? Why are you frowning?”

“Not frowning, just concentrating,” Sullivan replied idly. “With the way this data is presented, I could reasonably glean plenty of information that we know nothing about at this mainframe…”

“I can not only upload all the data to your cloud, I can leave the equipment here if you wish,” Martha said.

“We don’t use a data cloud for security reasons, but we will gladly accept anything that Ed-Cal is willing to share,” Kate said. “Is it cleared by the appropriate parties back home?”

“I am the appropriate party back home.”

“Well then—I’ll have the Osgoods lead you around R&D so you can see if there’s anything you would like notes on in return. I don’t think we have any spare prototypes though, but I could be mistaken…”

“I’ll get a hold of my mainframe and get back to you on that,” Martha nodded. She then took the device from off of Clara and turned it off, as it had stopped beeping. “I’ve only got leave for a few days—time enough for some more practical exams.”

“At this point, I don’t even care anymore,” Clara said. “Just do what you have to; just know that any funny business and I will end you.”

“Any ‘funny business’ is going to be far from me, I can assure you,” Martha replied. She went to wash her hands and put on gloves, not wanting to take any chances. “Now, let’s see what else’s going on here.”

[fan-writer02]

Something

Hiccup was acting... strange.

And if that wasn't the understatement of the season. She knew Hiccup. Well, not know him, but, know what he's like, what he does, and how he behaves. I mean, it wasn't like she watched him, per se, (She's not a stalker, sheesh) she just noticed when he messed up, or when he made a lame joke at the mead hall. She didn't like to talk much, especially since the only people her age were absolute idiots. So, she observed. And Hiccup was an interesting one to watch.

She felt slightly guilty to admit that his fumbles amused her.

But while everyone seemed to think he messed up 24/7, she'd have to disagree. Because they only noticed his mistakes. Even his own father seemed to only acknowledge him for the things he did wrong. She knew he did his best, and, in some situations, he even succeeded.

She'd spotted sketches on the wall at the Forge, and she highly doubted they were Gobbers. She'd seen his sloppy excuses for "weaponry designs" first hand when he attempted to draw her a new axe. After much frustration, he threw up his hands (hand) in exasperation, called for Hiccup, and had her describe what she wanted. He disappeared into that little room of his, and returned not one minute later with papers in hand. The charcoal drawings were fantastic.

Sadly, as much as he longed to follow in his father's footsteps, she knew that it just wasn't for him. He wasn't built for that type of exhertion. He was brainly, if anything.

And don't mistake her acknowledgments as coddling. She didn't favor the scrawny kid. She was just being honest, like she tried to be with all matters.

Which was why the past day's events bothered her so much. Never, as in ever, had Hiccup succeeded when it came to dragon killing. His sloppy attempts were just that. Sloppy. And attempts. He'd never once succeeded.

So how did he manage to frighten a dragon- and not a small one either- into surrender, without even using a weapon? She'd only known one person who could do that, and that was Stoick. Stoick, who had burly muscles and years of experience under his belt.

It bothered her more then she'd like to admit.

She gnawed on her lip as she thought, staring at nothing as she fiddled absently with her fork. The "gang" chatted over their food, but the conversation was lost to her. She hated secrets. Hating not being aware. And she had a strong feeling Hiccup was hiding something.

"We could be falling off the edge of the world, and I don't think you'd notice." Ruffnut huffed under her breath, nudging her in the ribs with her elbow.

Astrid jerked away, doing a double take. "What?"

"Boy, you were gone."

Astrid frowned and tucked her hand under her chin "I'm thinking." she twirled her fork between her fingers.

Tuffnut tugged on Ruff's just then, distracting her before she could prompt Astrid for an answer. Which was a relief; she didn't feel like talking.

After popping the rest of her bread into her mouth, she stood and headed to the door. After dropping her plate at the wash bins, she slipped outside.

The cold air did her a favor, cutting to her skin and effectively slapping her out of whatever daze she'd allowed herself to fall into. So, with a shake of her head, she bounded down the steps. She jumped the last ten, landing easily on her feet.

But even the cold night air couldn't drive her thoughts away. Shortly after she set out down the street, her mind fell back again onto the last day's events. How... How had Hiccup threatened a dragon, when he was obviously so tiny. Even his voice wasn't intimidating.

It was then that she realized. This mystery was going to drive her absolutely insane.

With a growl, she kicked at a wayward stone in frustration. It bounced against a stack of crates, before smacking into a nearby building. Looking up, she realized she was in fact standing in front of the Forge. She paused, the sounds of scuffling coming from within. Curiosity got the best of her, so she stepped nearer to look inside the small dirty window.

It took her a moment to decipher anything through the grime that coated the thick glass. But even with the limited sight, it wasn't hard to figure out who the small figure was that bent over the work table.

There was a single candle lit in the Forge, but it sounded like Hiccup was hard at work. Things clanged, the sound of metal against metal, and the woosh of the billows could be heard. Carefully peering through the a neighboring grimy window, she watched as Hiccup rushed back and forth between the work bench and the glowing red ovens. He seemed to be mumbling to himself.

There was a strange contraption displayed on the table. Something like a ridiculously tiny sail. A mixture of cloth and mechanisms. It looked like nothing she'd ever seen before.

What is he doing? She watched as he, in his hurry, tripped over a bucket on his way to the ovens. He went down in a heap, disappearing behind a weapon rack. It was almost comical.

Astrid tried not to dwell on the fact that she let a small smile slip.

"Stupid-" he grumbled, getting back onto his feet and continuing to the ovens, albeit much more carefully then the previous attempt. Sitting on the billows, he jumped up and down a couple of times to build the fire.

She pulled away from the window and took a few steps down the street. It didn't feel right watching like that, without him knowing she was there. It felt too close to spying, no matter how curious she was. And even if she didn't like to, she stuck to her morals.

Now she was creeping, in a matter of speaking.

Sighing, and knowing the only way to get any answers out of him was to actually talk to him, she lifted her chin and entered the building. She wasn't exactly sure what she'd do... but anything had to be better then peaking through a window like a freaking four year old spying on the baker.

Walking briskly into the Forge with all the gusto she could muster, she plucked an axe out of a nearby barrel. For a few moments, she wondered if Hiccup had even noticed she was there, for he merely continued mumbling under his breath, bent over the weird contraption.

She clunked the axe against the wood, successfully stalling him. He jumped, head whipping around to stare at her with large eyes, his sweaty hair flopping over his forehead.

"A-ah, Astrid! Hi-" He scrambled to scrape his papers together into a semi- neat pile, shoving them into his apron pocket. He wiped his hands against his pants legs, but didn't move closer.

She watched all of this, eyeballing the papers cautiously.

"Wh-what can I do for you?" He stuttered awkwardly. She looked up at his face again, absently dragging her hand down the axe blade. She struggled to find something to say.

"Just looking." She eventually settled on. He swallowed noticeably, his adam's apple bobbing. She continued. "I heard the clanging from outside, and since everyone's at the Hall, I wanted to make sure a critter hadn't crawled in and was making a mess."

The excuse/fine-line-of-a-lie surprised her with how legit it sounded. She glanced about the room again, trying to make it look like she was indeed inspecting for the suggested animal.

He gave a lopsided smile. "Ha... n-no... just me."

She gave a small nod, looking again at the unfinished devise on the table.

He seemed to read her mind, for he hastily began fiddling with it again. "I'm just working, ya know, gotta be prepared for the next raid!" He said it almost too cheerfully, but she didn't know what to gather from that. She reasoned he had a good reason for being happy, he had done well in the Ring that day, after all.

"I see. Is that another arrow catapult?" She gestured towards the devise.

He blinked, then shook his head. She noticed the way he moved his arms in nervous gestures, how one minute they were jostling at his side, picking at his sleeve, or bouncing from tool to tool. They were constantly moving.

Now, they moved from his apron pockets to the contraption behind him. He laughed nervously again.

"Um... just an experiment. Probably won't become much. In fact, you have a good point- I should just scrap it all together." He began picking up the small pieces around it, dumping them in a cup. Looking over, he peered out from behind his bangs. "Y-You sure you don't need anything..?"

She looked from him to the "experiment", then back to him. It boggled her, because he was acting like he normally did. Dorky, constantly tweaking his inventions, clumsy, and awkward. If she hadn't known about what had happened in the ring that day, she'd never have given his antics a second thought. It bugged her, because she knew that something... something was up.

But gosh darn it, she couldn't figure out what the heck it was.

"Ah... I think I'm good. Like I said, just checking in." She flipped the axe back into the barrel, before turning on her heal and ducking out the door. She paused outside for a few moments, going over everything that had just happened. Nothing odd came to mind. He was just... hiding something. And doing it disturbingly well.

Furrowing her brow, she crossed her arms and continued home.

I have absolutely no clue what this is, or what it's trying to be. It was more of a word vomit to get over this writers block then it was an actual story.

Yesterday, I decided to reread some of my older one-shots. Like the last chapter/story in my HTTYD Requested One-shots. And like... they're actually not half bad. Before reading them I always thought they were crap, ya know... but now, going back, I've realized how out of touch I've grown with my writing skills. And with all of this HTTYD 3 news and hype, I'm really starting to miss how obsessed I once was with the series.

So guess what. I'm gonna sit down during my free time -like while I'm drawing, instead of watching youtube videos- I'm gonna rewatch RTTE. I haven't watched that show in months, and tbh, I'm so excited to revisit it. Hopefully that'll get me back into the "fandom", so to speak. Just back into the mood. I miss it so much, and I'm really starting to miss the tumblr fandom as well. As much as I hate tumblr on a whole, I do miss the few nice people I'd met there. I've even contemplated returning (especially in the past couple of days). So who knows. But, I also wanna give you some of my plans for the new year.

I do want to keep writing (well, pick up writing again is probably a better way to put it), and not just for HTTYD. I'll probably write some stuff for Marvel as well, here and there, especially after Avengers 4/Engame, but I also really really want to write more HTTYD. And you know, if that means joining tumblr again to get into the "mood", then so be it!

The reason for all of this might be because we/I moved this past Fall, and I'm homesick as heck. And because of it, I'm also really sick for what I used to do back home. Like fangirling over fandoms.

I've been so set on growing up this past year. Of... going out of my comfort zone, that I pushed away my fandoms and the friends I'd made through those fandoms. (animalsarepeople2, katurdi, thepurplewriter333 *hugs*) And I am just lonely. I miss hanging out with online friends, especially now that I've moved and all of the few friends I had are back home. I miss you guys.

But, one good thing came out of this whole "year of growth". I've learned how to manage my time on the internet. I used to spend too much time obsessing over fandoms at such an unhealthy level, that all my free time was spent in my room in my bed on my phone. This past year I've been working more, hanging out with family, etc. I've learned to limit myself to what I do online.

So yeah, sorry for such a long A/N. Just wanted to give you the 2019 update. Expect me to return, even if it is slow at first. Wish my luck, and the happiest of New Year to you all! Love you, and thanks for all the support. *hugs*

Toodles-

Kat

(P.S. If you guys find any typing/grammar errors plz lemme know! I want to up my editing game. :D)

[eggman-empire]

Evil Overlords Have Feelings Too - Part 3

by Jenifer Irwin Part 3 "Hahaaa! I won again! Well, sort of," Robotnik said as he rode along in the pod on the Steel Snake's back. Arashi, sitting next to him, smirked slightly. "Well, he probably lost a lot more valuable equipment than you did, so I'd say you won."

"Plus, I've got the Chaos Emeralds... I really could have used these BEFORE I took over the world. Urh. Now, the only problem left is finding a suitable place to rebuild a base..." Arashi smiled slightly and turned to pet the chao that were sitting behind the seats. The little creatures were so cute, especially Devlin the Devil Chao. For all his diabolical appearance, he was still just an innocent little baby-like creature, toddling around looking for food. I'm really proud of him, Arashi thought as she glanced up at Robotnik briefly. And really glad that I met him. Life has never been so fun and adventurous. Plus, I never thought I would get to witness him personally ending Sonic's life. With me having betrayed Sonic! Hah! Ah, my hero... He had been concentrating on flying the Steel Snake, whose movement was controlled by his mind alone, when he glanced casually at Arashi. The look on her face, it was... AUGH. The ship lurched to the side, rocking violently, a manifestation of the doctor's inner reaction. Four chao were thrown into the wall and Arashi gasped as she was jerked sideways in her restraining harness. Robotnik quickly stared straight ahead again, bringing the ship under control. Great. Just great, Robotnik thought to himself. Somehow I knew this was going to happen. I think it was there from the start. But I definitely knew when she darn near kissed me back there at the ruins of the base... I'm too fat, too ugly to be attractive, right!? Well, like I told Takar... just being diabolical has a certain charm to it... but I can't let feelings get in the way of my work. He glanced carefully over at her so she didn't notice. She was too busy calming the chao down. ...can I? He shook his head suddenly at his own thought, then masked the apparently reasonless motion by sneezing violently. Arashi looked up, blinking. "Getting a cold?" she asked, snickering slightly. "Nah," Robotnik replied. "Dust in my nose." He sniffed slightly. No way. I can't let people know I have too many feelings. Just isn't me. I have to keep that nasty, heartless image that Sega gave me. Right? He was approaching a city. Glad of this, he growled to himself as he struggled with his thoughts, and blew up the nearest building. Arashi glanced at the cloud of dust that resulted, metal flying everywhere, and wondered what he was doing. "Yes! Boom! Explosions! Scrap metal! I am evil! Verrrry evil!" Robotnik seemed almost in his own little world as he continued to shoot rockets into buildings, watching with a strange glee as they exploded all over the place. "I'm hungry," he said suddenly after about 6 places exploded, and descended towards the streets. The Steel Snake weaved its way through the city, frightening people in their cars and causing sirens to blare. The police didn't dare touch him, though--after all, he was Emperor Ivo Robotnik. Hearing the sirens, a McDonald's employee glanced out a window, just as the wall opposite of that window burst in, bricks collapsing to the ground and dust flying up as a giant, silvery, robotic snake slithered in through the huge hole. Workers and customers alike screamed and trembled, some frozen, some running out of the restaurant and away. The pod flipped open and Ivo Robotnik vaulted out, dropping to the ground, Arashi Codiv jumping out with four chao in her arms. "Aherm, twenty Big Macs, twenty super-size fries, a large Dr Pepper, a large Mountain Dew, and four happy meals with small Dr Peppers, for here. And, of course, free," Robotnik said. He casually drew his laser gun, holding it down at his side as he shifted his weight to one leg, fist on hip. "U-uhh... s-sir, w-we don't s-serve those d-drinks..." Robotnik pondered. "Now let's see, I forgot how to work the safety on this..." He fiddled with the laser gun, one finger precariously gripping the trigger. The cashier gulped loudly and said, "Uh, I'll... be right back, I'm going to go rob another restaurant and bring you your drinks! Very quickly!" He ran away with speed that could impress even Sonic. Adrenaline can do funny things to people. The fear-inspiring customers took a seat at a large booth, waiting for their food. It was delivered to them quickly. The chao were given their happy meals, and the 20 pairs of big macs and fries sat on the table before Arashi and Robotnik. He gestured to them, saying, "Take what you can eat." She moved just one big mac and fries over. Gladly, Robotnik took the rest, scarfing it all down with disturbing ferocity. By the time Arashi was finished with her food, Robotnik was too. Which was frightening, considering he was eating 19 times more than she was. Customers and employees stared, jaws dropping. Robotnik looked up, acting quite annoyed, though he loved the attention. "What? I'm having LUNCH, for crying out loud." He brandished the laser gun, practically giggling inwardly as he watched them all force themselves to pretend to be overly interested in something else. Even after they all looked away, the tension in the air was so thick you could cut it with a knife. The chao were playing happily with the toys they got from their happy meals when one of them broke. Balor, the one who had the broken toy, started to cry. Robotnik grinned across the table at Arashi and got up, approaching the cashiers, who went pale and started trembling in fear. Oh, how he loved having that effect on people. It gave him chills. He leaned casually on one of the registers and said, "You know what to do, right?" With quick, frantic movements, the cashier produced every toy they had in the restaurant, shoving them all across the counter. Robotnik gestured to the four chao to come over, and they skipped over gleefully, picking out the toys they wanted. He snickered to himself and grinned over at Arashi. Arashi had to do a double-take. The grin was almost... goofy. Like a teenager who just thoroughly impressed his girlfriend and is practically intoxicated from the victory. She gave him a slightly bizarre look, and he realized... Gaahhhh! What am I doing!? Coughing suddenly, Robotnik resumed his gruff, nasty demeanor and gestured with the laser gun at the toys. "Yeah, that's it, take lots of'em," he said to the chao. Getting a power high, Robotnik decided to terrorize more people as he ambled from table to table, looking down at the trembling customers who sat in booths or chairs. He snarled unexpectedly at a little boy, sending him running away crying in fear. Another person had to give up all of his money or be shot. Arashi noticed there were police cars sitting outside, but the policemen stood next to their cars, looking just as scared as everyone else. Everybody knew. Everybody knew that this was Emperor Robotnik. Everybody knew that you do not mess with Emperor Robotnik. Dozens of people trembled in his presence as he demanded money from random people. Nobody was hurt, but lots of people went broke that day. Robotnik smiled pleasantly and approached the Steel Snake as Arashi gathered up the four chao and hopped in. Turning back to the crowd, Robotnik silently slid a plate back on the laser gun, exposing the battery chamber. Nothing was in it. He had held them all at gunpoint, threatening and robbing them, with an unloaded gun. When they all realized this, he could see the disbelief and despair on their faces, and he laughed maniacally before hopping into the Steel Snake and heading out. Arashi grinned as they flew above the city and eventually away from it, just cruising along. There was no real direction to their travel, because Robotnik couldn't stop laughing. His laugh wasn't the severely masculine, deep, diabolical one that he usually used, it was an almost drunk half-giggle. He was completely high to the point of insanity on ego and power, and loving every second of it. It was infectious; soon, Arashi joined in the laughter. Ah, yes, nothing like a couple of mad scientists laughing crazily as they soar over the plains on a beautiful Saturday afternoon. Very suddenly, Robotnik stopped laughing, his jaw dropping as he stared straight ahead at something in the distance. Arashi looked at him in alarm, following his gaze. What was... oh, no... something racing through the high grasses with such speeds as to set them on fire... something spiky... something blue... ** (30 minutes ago, in Takar's secret Earth-based lab) "Yes... yes, that's it... Right... go on, computer, you can figure this out, I know you can..." Takar urged the supercomputer on as it crunched numbers, furiously scanning the ash samples for data. He watched the screen hopefully, desperately. "YES! YES! I LOVE you, computer! I love you, Windows XP! You're so good to me! Well, usually!" The DNA data for both Sonic and Tails was coming up, clear as day, no pieces missing. Takar grinned evilly. "Time to give you two a bit of a boost." The alien walked up to the strange device that he had created, which had a large door on one side and a funnel on the other. He cut his finger slightly, squeezing a few drops of purple blood into the funnel, and sealed the wound with his regenerative powers. Sitting back down at the computer, he typed a few things in at a furious pace, watching as some diagrams and 3-D renditions of Sonic and Tails changed and shifted. Tails became a bit leaner, Sonic a bit taller. Sonic's eyes glowed an even more vibrant green than they did before, almost a glow-in-the-dark quality coming to them, and Tails' blue eyes started glowing oddly too. A few checks over the data, and Takar saved his file. He clicked the 'compile and run' button, then sat back and waited. The big device with the door churned and shuddered, and after about 5 minutes, Sonic spilled out of the door, looking quite surprised. Tails soon followed while the hedgehog was still trying to accustom himself to being alive again. "What the heck!?" were Sonic's first words. He glanced up to see Takar and the lab, becoming alarmed for a moment. Then he realized that this was probably someone from the same band of aliens that brought him back to life from a corpse with a resurrection beam before. "Welcome back to life," Takar said, grinning. "I'm Takar, Ykrian Leader. Would you like to get back at Robotnik? I've... enhanced you two a bit. I'm sure once you go out and start doing things, you'll find out what I mean." He leaned back in his chair, smiling smugly and quite willing to allow Sonic and Tails do all the dirty work for him. Sonic stood up, panting slightly, and glanced at Tails. "Hey, you shrunk. And you lost weight." "I think you grew, Sonic..." The two glanced at each other uncertainly, noting the odd quality of their eyes and the slight change in physical appearance. Suddenly, Sonic remembered his main goal and said, "Time to go kick some butt! Thanks, green dude!" With that, he raced towards the door, Tails on his heels. "Wait!" Takar yelled. Sonic stopped and turned towards him, raising an eyebrow. "Dr. Robotnik has all seven chaos emeralds... so watch out." "Okay, Tails," Sonic said, turning to the fox. "You find a way to build another Tornado, and wait here. I'll get the chaos emeralds away from Eggman, and then I'll come back so we can power the new ship. You don't mind if Tails uses some spare parts of yours for it, do you, Takar?" "Anything... and I mean anything, to rid the world of Ivo Robotnik." Tails nodded, then happily ran over to a pile of stuff to start his building. Feeling a little different, thus slightly unsure of himself, Sonic emerged from the underground lab and jogged in place for a moment. He started to run at about 20 miles an hour. He gradually picked up speed, arms and legs moving quickly as he became more accustomed to his form. Within moments he was moving faster than the speed of sound. It didn't seem like it, though. He wasn't having to strain like he used to to do this. Quirking his mouth slightly in thought, he decided to really open up and give it everything he had. With reflexes even faster before and a strange hyper-awareness to any obstacles that he had to clear, Sonic blazed through a forest, literally running across the surface of a large lake, sending a huge column of water rising up behind him. He began to feel out of control as no matter hard he tried to exhaust himself, he just kept accelerating. The skin on his face was pulled on by the air that rushed past him, pulling the corners of his mouth back. His legs were moving so fast that their entire range of motion was like a solid entity. Instead of jumping that next log, he ran right into it, his legs sawing it in half like a knife through warm butter. Forgetting the fact that he might be out of control, Sonic just watched the scenery blur past him, exhilarated. He had never experienced speed like this before, even in his super and hyper forms. And he wasn't even breathing hard. Occasionally, he squinted at something in the distance, and found that his vision 'zoomed in' on it, but his hearing and sense of touch slightly diminished when that occurred. When he stopped squinting, everything went back to normal. Listening closely to the wind, the sound was amplified as his sight dimmed slightly... odd... Sawing through a boulder and a few more logs, Sonic suddenly blazed out onto a plain, setting the grasses on fire as he moved over them like a bolt of lightning. Accelerating with every step, he continued on. When he saw the Steel Snake, he gasped, and jerked his feet out in front of him to bring himself to a stop, creating some long ruts in the ground, but he managed. He looked up to see Robotnik lean out of the side of the pod, aiming a laser gun at his head. I am NOT going to die a THIRD time like this! It is just getting old for both me AND the readers! Sonic screamed to himself. He tried to dodge, but the laser caught him in the head anyway, searing through it. Oddly enough, he felt the pain. He was still alive. How!? However, he tried to make it look like it did work, and slumped to the ground, limp. Oh, it hurt. It hurt bad. But he had to stay still and expressionless. Robotnik stopped the Snake nearby and jumped out, carefully approaching the hedgehog with laser gun drawn. He noticed Sonic was, at the least, unconscious, and watched him carefully for a moment. He wasn't breathing, either. Lifting one of Sonic's wrists, Robotnik felt carefully for a pulse. There was none. Laughing, Robotnik yelled to Arashi, "Again, the hedgehog falls to my laser!" He pulled Sonic out of the ground and threw him in the cargo bay of the Steel Snake, then hopped into the pod and flew off. Inside the cargo bay, Sonic lay wondering. He really could play dead. His heart and breathing stopped just as he thought it would be nice for them to do so, when Robotnik approached him. Takar really did infuse him with some interesting new abilities, including the night vision that he was experiencing right now. He glanced around inside the dark compartment, jaw dropping when his eyes landed on the seven chaos emeralds, all in a plastic grocery bag, along with a supply of rings. Robotnik snickered to himself as he drove along, giving Arashi a smug glance now and then. This continued for a few minutes until he seemed to feel something... a large amount of energy... and the cargo door burst open as Super Sonic flew out of it, cackling. "What the!? You're DEAD, Sonic! This is impossible!" Robotnik yelled in surprise, watching as the golden hedgehog soared through the air briefly, then started trying to smash the Snake's jets off. Quickly, the jets retracted into the snake's body, as did the pod, and it just coiled up tightly like an armadillo and hovered there in the air with gravity reversal energy, all the attacks bouncing off the high-quality rubber-steel. This continued for quite a while as Sonic's urge to break something stayed with him, but eventually he came to his senses and realized it wasn't going to work. Dropping to the ground, he sped off back towards where Takar's lab was. Robotnik and Arashi remained concealed in the snake's back, with the evil genius using the senses of the snake to realize that Sonic had run away. As the jets and the pod re-emerged from the giant serpentine robot, the occupants were startled to see and hear the entire world shake violently for a moment, and a brilliant blast of multicolored energy emitted from somewhere in the distance. Looking up, the Steel Snake trained its advanced sensors in on a small object that was flying through the air. It was the blue chaos emerald! The pod lid flipped open and Robotnik quickly pulled off his racing harness, standing up and watching the emerald intently. As it neared, he maneuvered the Snake into position, then raised a hand slowly--catching the emerald expertly in a baseball glove. Sitting down, he wondered how this could have happened. Arashi asked, "Where did you get the glove?" "Oh, don't worry about the technicalities, this is a cartoon, after all," Robotnik said, then flipped down the pod lid, put his harness back on and headed in the direction that Sonic ran. Finding Sonic was easy--his speed had burned a path of charred grass through the plain, and eventually into a deep forest, out onto another plain where trees dotted the landscape. At a certain point, near an oddly-placed arrangement of boulders, giant ruts had been carved into the earth by two high-speed feet, then the grass was pressed flat by what had to have been high-speed winds from something. About 2 miles away from the ruts in the same direction that they were traveling, there was Sonic... wrapped around a tree and quite dead. Robotnik laughed so hard that he had to land the Snake to keep from crashing it. ** It took all of Robotnik and Arashi's strength to pull Sonic off of the tree. Robotnik eventually deduced, from the length of the ruts and the fact that a trapdoor was smack dab in the middle of the boulder arrangement, that Sonic had tried to stop near the boulders but couldn't. He must have run out of rings by that point, and reverted to his true form, with his enhanced speed, plus the augmentation to it from his hyper form, not allowing him to stop quite like he predicted. When he tried to stop, he must have caused the ruts, then knowing that wasn't going to do it, he accidentally flailed in such a way as to catch air, then have a fatal meeting with the kindly tree that managed to help him stop. The impact sent the emeralds flying, and judging from the speed of the blue one, they flew pretty far. How can you get that much information out of some burnt grass, ruts, flat grass, and a dead hedgehog stuck to a tree? Well, give me a break, Robotnik's IQ is 600 for crying out loud, he must know SOMETHING about forensic science. ** In Takar's secret lab, Tails and the Ykrian leader wondered what the heck had caused the earth to shake like it did. Tails decided to investigate, and made his way to the surface, immediately noticing the ruts in the ground. As he was looking around, something slammed into his head. Hard. Everything went black. A few minutes later, noticing that Tails was gone longer than he said he would be, Takar went to the surface as well, finding the two-tailed fox collapsed on the ground next to a red chaos emerald. Judging from where the wound was and where the emerald was, it must have fallen from the sky and struck him. The alien leader dragged Tails into the lab, taking the chaos emerald with them, and put it in the Tornado II, which was the original purpose of collecting at least one of the emeralds. He tested out the vehicle briefly, making sure it worked, and then set to reviving Tails. ** Robotnik pondered. I wonder where would be a place that's nice and secure, but looks good too... and is quiet, and where nobody would think to go... He pulled something resembling a permanently fixed laptop out of a panel in front of him, tapping a few things on the keys and searching for something. "Let's see, now, I could program it to use its sensors to..." Typing furiously as his idea formulated, he finished the code in just a few minutes as the Steel Snake hovered in the air. Arashi watched, knowing exactly what he was doing as she saw the code fly across the screen, and soon the Snake was moving again, probing with its senses as it searched. The pod on the Snake's back sank down into its body and steel plates moved to cover it up, concealing the pod entirely. Robotnik flicked on a light, and inside of the Snake, the environment was almost surreal. A constant, vibrating hum permeated the air, but it was otherwise silent. "Don't want the force of dirt pressing against this thing to snap it off or pop it open," he explained, concentrating. Pulling a small container of something out of a glove compartment, he handed it to Arashi. "Drink that. It'll help you keep from throwing up." He handed four smaller containers to the chao as well, then drank one of his own. Arashi looked at him dubiously. "You're not going to do what you did when we were fighting the UFOs, are you?" "Gonna do worse," he said matter-of-factly, waiting a few moments for whatever the liquid was to kick in. Everybody got an odd tingling in their stomach, and Robotnik pulled several straps out of the seats and walls. He strapped the chao firmly to the back wall, telling them not to worry as he looked at the wide-eyed, confused expressions, then secured Arashi's head to the back of her seat with a strap around her forehead. Pulling a last strap around his own head, he took a deep breath and started concentrating again. A rabbit screeched and leaped away as a giant metal thing slammed into the ground nearby. The Steel Snake's nose penetrated several feet into the earth, and it pushed downward as its entire body started to spin madly, drilling through the ground. It disappeared within seconds, leaving the rabbit dashing frantically over rumbling grasses. Inside the pod, it was utter chaos. All six occupants were screaming, perhaps in fear, perhaps in confusion, perhaps just for the heck of it, as the Snake spun on its axis at blurring speeds, the centrifugal force seeming to try to pull everyone in all directions at once. "AAAaaAAAaaaaAAAAaaaaAAAAAAAGHHHHH!" Robotnik had rather underestimated the power of the Steel Snake, and he was screaming the loudest, being the only one that finally, truly understood just how powerful it could be. Down, down the Snake went, drilling over 1000 feet into the ground, before it finally exited in a giant underground cavern, above a huge lake. Another 3000 or so feet it fell, until it splashed into the water, sinking to the bottom. It took several moments for the two to come to their senses as they sat there blinking, and finally, Robotnik looked over at Arashi. "That was COOL," was all he could say. The Steel Snake slithered out of the water and came to rest coiled up nearby. The pod rose out of its back and Robotnik grinned slightly as he and Arashi got out. Looking over at her, he knew he'd picked the right place. She stared around in awe, practically staggering, as she looked at the interior of the cavern. Thousands upon thousands, even millions, of tiny gems were encrusted on the walls, covering them, sparkling brilliantly. Every turn of the head produced a new look to them as some light that shined down through the hole in the ceiling reflected off the lake, bouncing dim light onto the crystals and giving it a surreal atmosphere. "Wow... wow," Arashi said, blinking. While he couldn't reciprocate on the occasions that she hugged him, Robotnik could at least build his next base in the most beautiful cavern in the world to make her happy. He glanced around, quite impressed with it himself, and thought about how exactly he was going to design the new base. Airborne, underwater, affixed to the walls or ceiling? Maybe even the floor? Perhaps a base that ran a ring around the lake on the floor? There were so many possibilities. But it had to be secure, not easy to access the inside, and big. Though, why keep everything in one building and risk it all being destroyed at once again in the event that someone started blowing up his stuff? He decided on a central control point--built in the center of the lake with bridges on all four sides to lead to its shores--and various bunkers in the water and around the lake. There would be underwater tunnels to lead from one building to the other. Now, where to get the materials. "Arashi, can I have your backpack?" ** Using the materials that he could find within the unknown recesses of Arashi's backpack (women can put lots of stuff in their chosen containers), Robotnik began to build. Arashi sat on a boulder near the edge of the lake, watching in blatant admiration along with the four chao as Ivo walked across and climbed on beams, every movement easy, flawless and familiar to him as he worked on the huge central building. It took shape into a giant fortress of steel, running underwater where the doctor used an oxygen tank to sustain himself while he built down there. The bridges were placed, and more bunkers scattered about, and finally, after 12 straight hours of work, it was all finished. A giant, transparent, protective dome was placed around the entire area, and the hole that had been created by the Steel Snake was turned into a metal shaft with dozens of doors so that getting through it would be difficult for any outsider. Lights were installed in a ring at the edges of the cavern to make seeing easier, and the place was, all in all, awesome. Total, the base had 250 rooms, with reinforced steel walls 10 feet thick. Most of the rooms would never be seen again, but it's pretty cool to be able to say you've got them. Probably only the kitchen, living room, lab, bedrooms, bathrooms and bunkers would ever really be used. Walking up to Arashi and flipping a wrench in one hand, backpack in the other, Robotnik gestured grandly. "Behold, the new Robotnik Fortress! Muahahaha!" He grinned, handing the backpack to her, and she jumped up from the rock. "Let's go in!" The Steel Snake followed the humans and chao into the base, settling down in its new lab. Robotnik showed Arashi around to all the new and improved stuff... more candy dispensers on the walls, an endless supply of Mountain Dew for her and Dr Pepper for him, a bigger refrigerator, automatically flushing toilets, beds with ALL of the neat features you see on commercials for really good ones, the works. When the tour was done, the two went into the lab. Robotnik opened the cargo hold on the Steel Snake and pulled out a very dead Sonic. "There's only one way I'm going to be able to keep you from coming back to life, or being brought back to life by aliens, or whatnot, Sonic..." Arashi watched in disbelief as Robotnik carried Sonic out of the lab and headed to the kitchen. She followed along, confused, wondering what crazy thing he was going to do next. Once in the kitchen, Robotnik stuffed Sonic into the funnel of the new microwave-pill-maker thing he made. Turning it on, he watched the machine groan and shake, churning as it processed the hedgehog into a small blue pill that clattered into the change-slot-like compartment. Robotnik picked up the pill, grinning evilly. "You're not gonna," Arashi said, disbelievingly, as the doctor picked up a glass of water. "And why not?" he asked, popping the pill in his mouth and washing it down in a single gulp of water. Arashi couldn't help but start laughing hysterically. "Hahahaha! Haha! I never thought I'd see you EAT Sonic!" She fell against a wall, laughing. "Mmh. Tastes like chicken," Robotnik joked, staring at the ceiling in a moment of thought. He set the glass of water down, knowing that there was no way Sonic could be brought back to life unless he himself were captured or killed before his body absorbed the pill's contents. He decided to stay in the base for a while so it could do just that. After a few hours, they would go out to find the other chaos emeralds. ** Robotnik was performing some upgrades on the Steel Snake, making it faster and with bigger rockets. Arashi sat nearby, petting the chao that sat in her lap as she watched the mad scientist work. "The energy that these chaos emeralds give off can help me locate the other ones as long as I have this one," Robotnik explained. He held up the brilliant gem, which sparkled blue in the light of the room. Even though it was blue--and most blue things reminded him of his adversary--it was a thing of wonder and beauty. Becoming distracted, the doctor stared into its depths for quite some time, mesmerized. I never noticed how beautiful these were, he thought to himself. In fact, I never really did notice any beauty in life until... Snapping back to reality, he glanced over at Arashi for a split second, then turned back to his work. Noticing the glance, Arashi grinned slightly, then set the chao aside and stood up, wandering over to Robotnik and watching what he was doing for several minutes. The jets were getting an upgrade, and he worked on each of them in turn. He was quite aware of her watching him the entire time, but didn't really make moves to acknowledge it. Deciding to take a small break, Robotnik wandered over to one of the many wall-refrigerators in the base, pulling out two cans--one of Dr Pepper and one of Mountain Dew--handing the second to Arashi. Snapping the Dr Pepper open, he started to take a drink. This was the second she'd been waiting for. "So, when should we get married?" Arashi asked abruptly. Though all she was doing was trying to get a funny reaction from him in the first place, Arashi realized she shouldn't have stood in front of him. He twitched suddenly, making a shocked *snrk* sound, then choked violently on his Dr Pepper and ended up spitting it all over her, dropping the can too. As he leaned against the wall coughing and gasping for breath, Arashi practically fell down laughing. "That... wasn't funny," Robotnik said as he pointed at her, trying to catch his breath, but he couldn't help but grin in amusement. "Not funny at all..." He started laughing. I've really got to find a way to get back at her with some pranks of my own, Robotnik thought to himself as he passed by her, giving her a slightly mischievous grin. As he went back to work on the Steel Snake, a cleaning robot automatically came out and mopped the Dr Pepper off the floor, disposing of the can as well, and Arashi headed for the shower room. As he worked, Robotnik started humming his theme song. A few bolts here, a plate there... "I love playin' this game by my rules... I will con-quer the world with mah tools..." By now, he'd left humming for singing the song. A few new circuit boards placed in the pod for homing missiles... "I am the en-em-y! I will succeed! My missions, yeah, I muu-ust complete! My name is Eggman, don't forget mah name--if ya ask me again, I'll show you the same!" It was pretty funny for him use a socket wrench as a microphone. Especially to Arashi, who started applauding, grinning in amusement. Startled, Robotnik whirled around. "Wha!?" Then he turned a deep shade of red. She'd seen the whole thing, hadn't she? "Uh... hrph... you shower fast," he muttered, coughing, and went soberly back to work. One thing was for sure, there was rarely a dull moment since she showed up in his base for the first time. He thought back to when she wasn't there, when he was awfully lonely... Even raising chao just didn't do enough for him, and before he'd started doing that, he was incredibly lonely. It would have been bad form to go out searching for someone, though. Evil Overlords just don't do that, unless they do it in such a way as to strike terror into their target, but he did that to everyone else already, so what would be the point? The point is... I have too many feelings! "Argh!" Robotnik pounded on the side of the Steel Snake with his the heels of his hands suddenly, looking frustrated, as if trying to compose himself. Arashi glanced over, taking a sip of Mountain Dew. "Something wrong?" "Nothing. My Carpal Tunnel Syndrome is acting up again," he lied, then walked away from the Snake and sat down at a lab control panel several feet away, sighing. Poor guy, Arashi thought as she looked at him. He's got real problems dealing with his emotions. She sighed and walked over to Robotnik. "Ivo, this is the price you pay for wanting more publicity," she said as she walked up behind him, putting her hands on his shoulders. "You wanted them to see the real Ivo Robotnik, right? Well, you're not letting them the way you're going!" Robotnik sighed in resignation. "Could you bring me a Dr Pepper, please?" "Sure thing," Arashi said, smiling slightly, and went over to the soda machine in the wall. ** "Alright," Robotnik said, flipping a wrench in his hand triumphantly, "It's finished! And now we can track down the rest of the chaos emeralds!" He jumped into the seat, followed by Arashi, and they took off out of the underground cavern at a blistering speed. When the resulting g-forces crushed the two to the point that Arashi appeared to lose all physical hints of being female and Robotnik became thin, he realized that was a little too much speed at once, and slowed the craft down. All went back to normal, but both riders' ribcages felt awful sore. Surprisingly, the nearest source of chaos energy didn't seem to be very far away. The Steel Snake soared through the air easily, towards Takar's secret lab. Robotnik hadn't investigated it when he first saw it because he wanted to get rid of Sonic completely first. As the two world leaders headed over the forest, they saw something in the distance as they heard propellers spinning... ** Tails was still a little dizzy, but he'd be alright in an hour or two. Takar seemed to dote over him like a loving parent would a child, getting him food and water immediately as he woke up, and making him as comfortable as possible. Obviously, the alien wanted to keep his anti-Robotnik weapons in as good of shape as he could. As soon as Tails was feeling his best, he hopped in his new ship and headed out, thanking Takar for his help. He started getting readings from another emerald as soon as he scanned for them... and it was quite nearby. "Tornado transformation!" the fox yelled in such a corny manner as his vehicle went from ground to air, turning into a biplane, and he headed off in the direction of where the readings were coming from. Almost as soon as he got out over the forest, he saw the glint of sunlight off of something shiny... ** "TAILS!" Robotnik yelled, cackling briefly. "How nice of you to come right to me!" The Steel Snake sped up, heading towards the biplane at incredible speed. As Tails realized what it was that was coming into view, his ears pressed flat against his head in fear, remembering what that thing did to him... He decided he was going to need Takar's help, and turned around to get out of there, but the plane wasn't fast enough. The Steel Snake quickly came up beside the biplane, grabbing it with a strong robotic arm that extended out from behind a scale-plate. The pod lid flipped open, and Robotnik leaned out, grinning. "So nice of you to deliver the chaos emerald to me, Tails," he said, brandishing his laser gun. Tails had to get out of there. In a desperate attempt to make it away from the mad scientist, he quickly turned the biplane, sending it slamming into the side of the Snake as he snatched the chaos emerald out of the Tornado and jumped out, sending his two tails into motion as they started to carry him away. An idea flashed into Robotnik's head as he trained the laser sights on Tails. No, this is getting old. I think I'll try something a little different... Arashi blinked as Robotnik tore the racing harness off, leaping out of the ship and using the biplane (which hadn't hurt the Snake at all) as a stepping stone, sailing through the air for a moment before he grabbed onto Tails' arms and kept a tight grip, hanging on. The fox screamed in fear, trying to shake Robotnik off of him, but he couldn't. The weight dragged him out of the sky, quite fast, and no matter how fast his tails went, he couldn't keep himself aloft. Robotnik wasn't doing anything but hanging there laughing cruelly. Tails became so tired in his desperation that Robotnik could literally steer him, like a parachute, as they headed toward the ground quickly. The Steel Snake stayed hovering in the air, just as it was programmed to do if he leapt out, and Arashi watched, laughing, as he steered Tails towards a large tree. Tails thought Sonic was heavy, but he didn't know heavy until he was forced to try to lug Robotnik through the sky. Nearly losing consciousness from the effort, the fox was helpless as his passenger pulled him down, slamming him into a tree headfirst at about 30 miles an hour. *THUNK!* Then they both smashed through several branches and fell into a bush, obliterating it. The force of the fall knocked Robotnik out cold, but Tails wasn't as fortunate--the mad scientist had fallen right on top of him, killing him instantly. Though it was a bad fall for Robotnik too, he came to a couple of minutes later with no serious injuries and a great amount of amusement. It was worth it. Taking the chaos emerald off Tails' corpse, the mad scientist summoned the Steel Snake and rode off into the distance towards his base, he and Arashi laughing maniacally the entire time. ** "CRAP!" Takar had seen the whole thing. He watched as the ships collided, as the Tornado eventually dove into the trees in a blazing spiral, as Robotnik had dragged Tails into the forest. He had seen the Steel Snake dive, then appear again, a fox tail stuck in the door of the cargo hold as the giant flexible ship flew away. "Arrrghhh! I HATE you, Ivo Robotnik!" Takar snarled and stomped down into his lab. "I'm supposed to be superior to these humans! Yet they seem to thwart me at every turn! Why?! Whyyyyyy!??" The alien leader sat down in his chair and started to cry. See, Robotnik isn't the only Evil Overlord with feelings. He started to plot, trying to figure out how to handle this situation. Pulling up the file for Sonic's DNA, he used a super-advanced satellite-like device to pinpoint the location of that DNA structure. When a 3-D model of Robotnik flashed up on the screen, Takar promptly fainted. ** "I wonder what fox seasoning tastes like on pizza," Robotnik said, crushing the orange pill up and tossing it over a slice. "On a side note, I think that Pill-Maker 3000 is the best thing I ever made." He gulped down the slice of pizza, grinning as he savored his victory, and stopped to take a drink of Dr Pepper after finishing. Arashi could just see it. Ivo had consumed Sonic and Tails by turning them into pills--was he going to eat every enemy he ever made from this point on? Certainly a sure-fire way of getting rid of someone, though. She took a drink herself and reached for the last piece of pizza, just as Robotnik did, his gloved hand landing on hers. Oh, god, one of these corny scenes again? Make it stop! The two looked across the table at each other, eyes locking. A hint of nervousness immediately hung in the air as both lost words, even breath... Two hearts skipped a beat as they realized... "Crap, we're out of pizza!" they both exclaimed in unison, and started hunting through Arashi's backpack for more. ** "Alright, fat guy, I've got a little something up my sleeve that I've been waiting to use until just this sort of situation," Takar said, pulling out a device with a fake chaos emerald in it. He tapped a few things on the buttons, then grinned as he found the locations of all the other chaos emeralds using the fake one like a radar. With a super-fast pod similar to Robotnik's infamous escape pod, the Ykrian leader zoomed out into the sky, towards a plains area in the northwest, where the cyan emerald was. He had to face many dangers to get all the emeralds. By the time he had them all, he had gotten half-mauled by a lion, fell off a bridge and slammed over some sharp rocks in rapids, was nearly crushed by a giant towering plateau that fell down when he extracted the purple emerald from a crack in it, and had to evade fire from military jets after stealing the grey one from the Pentagon. He'd dealt with all of that, there was no way the yellow emerald was going to pose a more dangerous situation than what he already faced... And it didn't. It was lying out in the middle of a field, harmlessly, and he walked right up and plucked it from the ground with an insane grin. He had the five remaining chaos emeralds... now he could-- A passenger airliner that was flying overhead malfunctioned, and a giant block of frozen sewage waste fell out, slamming directly into Takar and knocking him out. ** A few hours later, Robotnik was walking about the base collecting rings that seemed to pop up from time to time. Why were rings just lying about everywhere in the universe? Good question. No matter where you went--be it through the city, through a forest, underwater, even out in space--there were usually rings close at hand. It was strange. A loud rumbling was heard as the entire base shook for a moment, and an earsplitting explosion blew the central building apart, sending twisted metal flying outwards at blistering speeds. Some pieces embedded themselves in the gem-encrusted walls, things even exploding as they impacted. Robotnik felt a searing heat blow him out of the base, sending him into the water since he was in the part of the base that was submerged. He thrashed to the surface, gasping for air, trying to reorient himself as he looked up at his obliterated base. Realization flashed into his head. Arashi! She had been in there! Quickly, Robotnik pulled himself out of the water, calculating where she would be from what he observed of where pieces had been flying. Since she was in the living room, she would probably be in the northwestern part of the cave, by that huge pile of destruction... Racing over to the pile of twisted metal, he saw the couch, overturned, half of it destroyed. Pinned under it from the waist down was Arashi, sprawled on her back. "Arashi!" Robotnik yelled worriedly as he rushed to her, pulling the couch off of her. Gashes covered her body, and shards of metal were imbedded deep in her sides. Kneeling down next to her, he pulled her up into a half-sitting position, wincing when she cried out in pain. Grabbing the front of his coat, she gasped weakly for breath. "What... h-h..." "I don't know! Hang on, I'm going to go get medical supplies," he said, trying to keep his voice from shaking as he glanced over the serious wounds. As he moved to dash away, she tightened her grip on him. "No... I... I'll be dead by the time you... get back," she wheezed painfully, eyes shut tightly. "Stay here... please... don't let me die... alone..." Robotnik felt something icy grip his heart as he stared down at her in disbelief. "You can't be serious," he whispered shakily. "I've never... been so serious," she replied, a pained sound escaping her as it felt like daggers were stabbing her lungs with every breath. Robotnik tried his best to keep her still as he held her tightly in his arms. Pain made her take sharp breaths, and sharp breaths only produced more pain. Arashi weakened rapidly, Ivo staring down at her helplessly, not knowing what to do. After only about thirty seconds, she slowly became heavier in his arms, her head falling back as she mumbled something with her dying breath. "...crap, I forgot to check my email..." For what seemed like an eternity, Robotnik remained there, sobbing uncharacteristically in despair against Arashi's lifeless shoulder. Was this what it was like... to have feelings? To love somebody? Indeed, the highs were high, but the lows were unbearable... Suddenly, a voice from nearby grabbed his attention. "How touching," came the fairly bored-sounding British accent. The heartbroken scientist looked up to find Takar hovering in midair, smiling cruelly, his form glowing a neon green. Somehow, with only 5 chaos emeralds, he was in his Super Form. "You," Robotnik snarled, letting Arashi slump to the ground as he stood up. "You blew up my base! You destroyed everything! YOU KILLED ARASHI!" "Your point?" the Ykrian leader asked, examining his nails briefly. "I... HAVE HAD... ENOUGH OF YOU!" Robotnik screamed madly, his voice enraged and seemingly in physical pain for some reason. It sounded rather unnatural, causing Takar to glance up, quirking a brow. His expression went from triumphantly bored to slightly alarmed as the human started to glow a faint crimson. Robotnik groaned in agony, both mental and physical, reeling and holding his head. His uncontrollable rage was taking over every fiber of his being, and everything was in pain. All he could see was red, even when he closed his eyes, and eventually he fell to his knees with a scream as his hands exploded, instantly replaced by robotic ones. Searing, sharp pain traveled up his arms, only to leave immediately as cold steel and oil replaced flesh and blood. His form changed and shifted, growing rapidly, and normal teeth were shoved out of their sockets as needle-sharp, steel teeth moved to replace them. The rest of his body changed, steel replacing everything, a sputtering aura of electricity crackling around him. Finally, he stopped screaming as his clothing seemed to stick to him, tightening until it became one with him, the design becoming etched into his metal skin. Ultra Robotnik stood up slowly, training a stare of the greatest hate imaginable on his enemy, who was moving backwards in fear, sweat flying off his head. "H-h-how did you change with only two emeralds!?" the alien asked, terrified. "I was wondering something similar about you, lime boy," Ultra Robotnik replied, his voice filled with enough hate to vaporize any normal man. "The Ykrians... we can change with only 5, because we're more in tune with chaos than you humans... but... Oh, why did I bring those two back to life!? I had no idea they were just pieces of you! THAT must be how you defeat me!" "Pieces of me?!" the robot asked. "I ate them, you fool." Oh, god, this is worse than I thought, Takar thought to himself, suddenly very, very afraid. He really means business... And Sonic and Tails... I gave them some of my blood... that's how he managed to do it... Even Ultra Robotnik cringed at Takar's girlish screech of terror, but didn't wait long before he leapt at the alien, bent on revenge. Takar skidded hard across the sandy ground as the giant robot smashed into him, much like he did the first time they met. Only this time, there were no guards around to pull the hulking pile of metal off of him, and the beating started. Over and over, fists pounded into Takar's face, smashing it in, and while it regenerated every time, it certainly wasn't a pleasant experience. After about 30 punches to the face, Takar managed to throw Ultra Robotnik off of him and the two circled around each other, snarling. There is more than one type of snarl, however, and while Ultra Robotnik's was aggressive and nasty, Takar's was the sort that you'd see on a trapped, frightened animal. Leaping forward, the alien slammed a foot into Ultra Robotnik's midsection, hoping to pierce the armor with brute force. Instead, he received a broken ankle, and as he was falling to the ground, the raging mad scientist grabbed him by the legs. Takar flailed helplessly for a moment, wondering why Robotnik wasn't doing anything, until he felt a dozen cold, needle-like objects sink into his leg. "AAAAGH! HE'S GONNA EAT MEEEE! NOOOOoOooOOooOOO!" the alien screamed in terror, managing to flail enough to get out of the robot's grip, his wounds healing immediately. Then he decided that he was not going to lose. Leaping into the air, the alien fired a giant beam of chaos energy at Ultra Robotnik, who dodged it easily and leapt forward with a vicious punch to the gut. Takar went flying backwards, wind milling his arms as he splashed violently into the lake, and the robot was heading right for him. Giant barrels of some sort of gun replaced Robotnik's hands as he splashed into the water, firing homing torpedoes at Takar as he headed for him. The alien detonated the torpedoes prematurely with another beam of some sort, blowing them up in the robot's face, and one of his sensors was damaged along with his steel mustache, half of which got ripped off in the explosion. Temporarily stunned by the blast as he put most of his system resources into trying to repair the sensor, Ultra Robotnik was pelted with chunks of giant stones that ripped themselves out of the walls and floor of the lake, slamming into him and tossing him around. He decided he could still win with only one sensor, realizing that more important things were getting damaged, and rocketed towards Takar, ramming him with a headbutt that would have instantly killed a normal person. Distracted due to the blow, Takar stopped with the onslaught of boulders. The fight raged on with neither really winning, and suddenly Takar burst out of the water, followed close by Robotnik. The alien grinned down at his pursuer. "Instead of killing you, I think I'll make it so that there is no hope of you ever seeing Arashi again," Takar said. "What do you mean?" Ultra Robotnik asked, growling. "I mean I have a life-restoring device back at the lab... but I'm going to go destroy it," he said, cackling. "My race is the only one that can build these, using ancient talismans that are all gone save for one, Roboboy! And heck if I'm going to let you have any chance of accessing it!" The alien cackled madly, bursting through the shaft that he'd managed to open up, heading for the surface. Ultra Robotnik smirked and... doubled over in pain as electricity crackled around him. Crap! His teleportation mechanisms had been damaged! The race was on. ** Takar ran along, arms and legs pumping furiously, towards his base. Looking behind himself, he saw the ponderous machine clanking along slowly and laughed. "Piece of cake!" the alien thought to himself, and faced forward again, grinning evilly. Finally, Ultra Robotnik's jets had warmed up, and he shot forward, hovering over the ground slightly, seeming to slide on jets on the bottom of his feet as he moved as if rollerblading. The scene was hauntingly familiar, somehow. He started to catch up to Takar, who was too caught up in his supposed victory to be paying attention. Though the alien's speed remained pretty much constant, the robot's jets became stronger every moment, propelling him forward at well over Mach 3. Takar screeched as he felt metallic fingers clamp on the back of his neck. Running faster than the speed of sound didn't allow him to hear Ultra Robotnik closing in on him, and he was suddenly flung backwards several dozen feet, slamming into the ground hard and sliding painfully for quite a distance, getting a severe case of road rash. The robot continued forward with grim determination, setting grass ablaze as he sliced through it. Soon he was in the forest, completely ignoring trees as he ran right through them, leaving perfect cookie-cutter cutouts of himself in them, the huge chunks of busted-out wood clattering to the ground. His speed was up to Mach 4. A brilliant light burst out in front of him about a half of a mile, and Takar ran out of it, leaping over a few logs and boulders. Chaos control, the robot thought to himself, snarling. He sliced right through the boulders and logs in his efforts to catch up with the alien, who was quickly gaining speed in desperation. Having reached his top speed, Ultra Robotnik was unable to catch up with the alien, who had been propelled to his top speed quickly by the Chaos Control, before they got to the plains. He could see the boulder arrangement with the trapdoors now, and thought all hope was lost... Arashi... That's when Takar suddenly reverted to normal form, seeming to have run out of rings. He panicked, screaming, and tried to stop, his feet slamming into the very ruts that Sonic created not too long ago. Then he tripped at the end of the long ruts in the ground and flailed out of control, screeching as he went flying off into the distance. A parachute, like those on drag racers, burst out of Ultra Robotnik's back as he activated his reverse jets, the parachute helping to bring him to a stop much easier than the unfortunate alien who, by the time the robot had stopped, caused the entire world to shake yet again by wrapping himself around that same tree that Sonic met his end with. Such a nice tree, helping to stop people all the time... Just as Ultra Robotnik came to a stop, chunks of metal began to fall off of him, revealing his normal self underneath. He stumbled towards the trapdoor in the ground, various pieces of steel bouncing to the ground behind him, and when he had finally reverted completely to his normal self, he collapsed into the dust, exhausted, his hand on the trapdoor handle. ** When he woke up, it was late at night. Robotnik had a fitful sleep, with dreams of Arashi's death and related events replaying over and over in his mind, one nasty one in particular involving Takar winning the race and destroying the device. Slowly opening his eyes, the doctor spotted one of the chaos emeralds nearby. He felt weak as he reached over and picked it up with a shaking hand, tucking it in his pocket, and had to put some effort into pulling the trapdoor open. Once he got himself down into the lab, he saw the various devices--a high-tech computer, a large cabinet-like contraption, and some kind of sliding door at the back. For now, since it looked big enough to hold one or two people, his interests lay with the cabinet, and he sat down at the computer chair, fishing through a drawer for any sort of instruction manuals. Surprised that Takar learned from his mistakes with the Windows 98 book and apparently had organized his earth base, Robotnik pulled out the manual for the computer/cabinet combination, titled, "Life Box Instruction Manual." He flipped through it a couple pages, finding that there were only a few pages to the actual manual--most of the thick book was simply rewrites in Ykrian, English, Chinese, Greek, French, Spanish, German... The instructions read... Using the Life Box is a simple process. Place any DNA remnants of a person in through the cabinet doors and close the doors, then add whatever mutation agents you would like to the mixture by dropping them in the funnel on the side of the Life Box. Once you are done, run C:\DNA.EXE and make sure the being has changed as you wish. Then click the 'compile and run' button and wait. They should exit the cabinet shortly. To check what mutations a given agent will provide, just click on 'Mutations?' in the toolbar. It is possible to check your own DNA structure and distinct traits you have by stepping in the Life Box and pressing the 'scan' button on the keypad in there. Remain calm and still as the white beam moves over you, and when the green light on the keypad begins blinking, you can exit the Box and examine your file on the computer. You can also mutate yourself by adding the desired agents to the funnel, then stepping into the Box and pressing the 'Mutate' button. A gas will start to fill the Box--do not panic, its function is to put you to sleep. Trust us, if you attempted to change your DNA structure with the Box whilst still awake, you would seriously regret it after you recovered from the extreme pain. We are not responsible for any nasty things you end up doing to yourself with this. Just ask yourself how far you trust Windows XP to handle the files, and act accordingly. Robotnik looked at the computer and the Life Box. I trust Windows XP about as far as I can throw the planet, but it's my only chance. He investigated the sliding door, finding that it contained a hangar of sorts with a UFO in it. He walked under the small craft, which closely resembled the pod on the Steel Snake's back, and glanced up into the interior. Black leather, a nice control panel, a giant laser gun, a CD player... a pretty nice little vehicle all around. He pulled himself up into the cockpit and closed the door, examining the controls. There weren't very many, so they wouldn't be too hard to figure out. Pressing one button caused the laser beam to fire, blowing out half the wall. Robotnik jumped, then snickered to himself. "That was kind of cool," he mumbled idly, then tried another button. The hangar door above him opened. Must be the garage door opener! A few more buttons, and after smashing into the walls by putting it in the wrong gear, he was up and flying through the air. The ship was absolutely silent as it sped along towards his underground base. Robotnik was grim, trying not to get his hopes up, not knowing if the Life Box would really work as he brought the Steel Snake over from a pile of rubble. Miraculously it had survived the explosion, and he ditched the alien's pod for his own vehicle, strapping Arashi's lifeless body into the passenger seat. Then he began the trip back to the alien's base. ** The Life Box thrummed quietly as Robotnik clicked the 'compile and run' button. He watched the box hopefully for a moment, then turned his attention back to Arashi's file. It was rather interesting to see various traits of a person... like high intellect, mechanical aptitude, mathematical aptitude, excellent sense of humor, tendency towards evil, great kisser-- what the!? Thinking back, the doctor realized the computer was right, at least. A few seconds later, the Life Box stopped humming and the doors flew open, Arashi stumbling out, every wound healed. Robotnik sat, immobilized with shock. It worked. Something vitally important actually WORKED in Windows. Holy crap on a stick. The first amazed word out of Arashi's mouth: "COOL!" As the two looked at each other, Robotnik leapt out of his chair in slow motion. The few steps across the room to each other seemed to take forever, with a field of tall grass and sunshine as the background for the clip... Ah, yes, another corny reunion. At least they didn't yell pet names for each other. Evil Overlords, Even Those Who Have Been Thrown Way Out Of Character By Fanfic Authors With Strange Ideas, don't do pet names. We can only hope, anyway.

[simwoman2002]

Mommy Dearest

  “Get up. I say, get up! You sorry little excuse for an Auradonian!” a voice rang out, drawing her from her sleep. Mal’s blood ran cold as she immediately knew who was speaking to her. She could recognize that shrill, irritating, cold tone anywhere.

  Mal turned over quickly in her bed, anxiously searching for the source of the noise. However, to her complete and utter shock, her mother’s terrarium had not been knocked from its place nearby her bedside and there was no evidence that her mother was anywhere in the room. In fact, her grumpy little lizard face was staring at her from her spot on her tiny throne Mal had placed.

  Mal breathed out carefully, glancing over at Evie who was currently lying peacefully in her own bed.

  She let out a calming breath. It was all in her head. Maybe she was just dreaming and she thought she had heard her mother’s voice.

  But it had seemed so real…

  “Are you quite done looking around like some bumbling idiot?” Mal’s head jerked back to face the lizard. She had moved from her spot on the throne and was now leaning against the glass nearest to Mal.

  “A-Are you talking to me?” Mal questioned, feeling a little ridiculous speaking to a lizard that had never vocalized anything since she had turned it into the very reptile it was.

  “Who else would be talking to? Sleeping Beauty Wannabe over there?” Maleficent asked, gesturing at Evie with her narrow head.

  Mal’s mouth fell open in pure shock.

  “Holy guacamole, you’re talking to me,” Mal spoke, halfway to herself. Maleficent rolled her eyes and groaned, bumping her head against the glass in pure frustration.

  “How many times do I have to tell you this? Yes! I. Am. Talking. To. You!!! Can. You. Understand. What. I’m. Saying?!” Mal blankly stared at her for a moment before shaking her head, totally freaking out.

  “I’ve finally done it. I’ve finally went insane. I just thought I had gone cuckoo when me and Evie switched bodies, but now it’s really happened,” Mal told herself, holding her head in her hands.

  “Oh, yes. That was a rather glorious bit of trouble you managed to get the both of you into. My favorite part was when you were so deliciously jealous of Evie and Ben. That was magnificently humorous,” the little lizard cackled wickedly, her face contorted into an evil grin.

  “Ooh, boy. What am I going to tell everybody?” Mal wondered aloud. Her eyes grew wide as she suddenly realized that she wasn’t the only person in the room besides the lizard. “But in the meantime, what am I going to tell Evie?”

  “Well, don’t look now, but it appears that you’re going to need to figure that out sooner than later. The blueberry is awakening.” Mal turned to the other bed, panicked as she glanced back in her mother’s direction. Sometimes, she truly cursed the fact that Evie was a light sleeper.

  “Mal, what’s going on? Who’re you talking to?” Evie questioned groggily, slowly rising in her bed and holding herself up with her hands as her barely cracked open eyes attempted to make sense of her surroundings.

  Mal flashed her a wide smile that was bordering on the grin of a maniac.

  “Nothing, nothing. I’m just giving myself a pep-talk.”

  “Did you have another nightmare?” Evie immediately began looking more aware and she threw her legs over the side of the bed in a gesture to rise up. Mal mentally slapped herself for using a pep-talk as an excuse.

  “No, I was just giving myself a pep-talk because I’m really dreading school today.” Evie eyed her strangely upon that statement and Mal couldn’t help but let her grin drop a bit as she wondered what she was missing in her slight altercation of the truth.

  “Mal, it’s Saturday. And it’s our first week of Summer break,” the bluenette slowly told her, rising from her bed and approaching Mal’s with a sympathetic, loving expression on her face. Mal’s eyes widened slightly and she looked back at the lizard in the terrarium.

  Maleficent simply rolled her eyes and arose on her hind legs.

  Mal’s head spun back around at the sudden touch on her shoulder. Evie had sat down beside her and was currently resting her hand on the slightly younger girl’s shoulder.

  “You don’t have to tell me about the nightmare. I just want you to know that I’m here for you, though, in case you do want to talk,” Evie explained, her voice gentle.

  “Oh, gag. You’re killing me with all the sister feels. When I was young, my allies didn’t get all mushy gushy. They just punched me in the shoulder. It’s like three months of therapy, really,” Maleficent suddenly announced.

  Mal winced. Evie jumped in shock and she looked behind her, trying to figure out where the voice came from.

  “Great. This again. The voice is coming from right here. In this clear glass cage where you have to poo in a corner to avoid stepping in your own feces.” Evie looked over at the terrarium and Mal was sure the taller girl was going to scream.

  Mal grabbed Evie’s shoulders in her hands, trying to regain Evie’s attention.

  The bluenette looked back at Mal.

  “Evie, don’t panic, okay? I woke up this morning, and Mother was talking to me in lizard form. I thought I went crazy, but I think this is just part of her growing process.”

  “Boohoo! I can finally talk again and this moron looks like she’s going to have a breakdown. I’m the greatest thing that could’ve happened to you two. Heck, I’m the greatest thing that could’ve happened to the whole school!” Evie’s eyes went absurdly wide and Mal could hear the beginnings of a scream in her throat.

  So the purple-haired girl dove forward with a hand and covered the bluenette’s mouth to the best of her abilities. Evie’s mouth was large, after all.

  “Evie, I told you before. It’s okay,” Evie nodded slowly, but her eyes still had a wild glint to them. “The lizard talks now,” Mal explained, despite her mother’s sudden outcry of protest. Evie nodded again, a bit calmer. “I’m going to take my hand away. When I do, don’t scream, okay?” Evie, with one last glance in Maleficent’s direction, nodded. Mal slowly removed her hand.

  “Are we through with all the drama now? I can talk. This surely calls for a party, not some sort of theatrical emotional ballad.”

  “It surely calls for something,” Mal murmured under her breath, flashing a small grin at Evie. Evie shakily smiled back, her mirth greatly dampened by her shock at Maleficent’s newfound abilities.

  Evie, Mal, and the lizard fell into an awkward silence after that. After all, what does one say to one’s mother that has been turned to a lizard and has only recently gained the ability to speak after several months of silence?

  And besides that, Mal really didn’t know how to speak to her mother in ordinary conversation. Her mother was all about cruel treatment and ordering her around.

  After a few more moments of quiet, Mal sighed, looking down at the sheets as she contemplated everything that had happened in the span of five minutes.

  “So, uh…. How have you been?” Mal finally inquired.

  “Well, despite the fact that you don’t clean my cage nearly enough and I hate how you’ve decorated it, I suppose I’ve been alright,” Maleficent replied in her usual snippy manner. Evie huffed in slight laughter at Mal’s expense.

  “I told you that you should’ve decorated it differently,” Evie nudged her good-naturedly. Mal grunted in response and bumped Evie’s shoulder with a bit more force than Evie had exerted against Mal’s.

  “Oh, have mercy on my soul! Mal’s style is much better than those monstrosities you create on a regular basis.” Mal smugly grinned at Evie as the bluenette’s eyes widened comically. She took it gracefully, though, and quickly recovered, rolling her eyes at the other girl.

  “They’re practically abominations to the body. Definitely going with Mal’s sense of decorating. However poor it may be,” Maleficent murmured, throwing a glance of disgust at the tiny refrigerator.

  “Well, avoiding any more questions about decorating preferences, are you feeling any more love?” Mal couldn’t help but question a bit hopefully. So far, her mother hadn’t been quite as nasty and brutal as she could’ve been, so she was hoping that maybe the lizard had started feeling a bit warmer towards people.

  “Uh, no? Why would I love when hate and fear are so much more effective? And besides that, why do you care about the fact that I’m unloving?” Maleficent asked accusingly. Mal groaned quietly and resisted the urge to facepalm. Same old mother. And Mal had actually dared to hope that she might have been changed internally since her external transformation.

  “Just checking to see how much longer I’d have to clean your stinking tank,” Mal snapped back in return, and couldn’t help but feel a little odd after backtalking the one woman that had firmly instilled a lack of backtalking.

  But to her great surprise, Maleficent simply chuckled at her comment.

  “It’s good to see that you haven’t completely fallen to the level of these Auradonian freaks and you still have some of ol’ Mama’s sarcasm,” Maleficent told her, a strange tone in her voice. Mal just huffed in response, but she couldn’t help but feel a bit better about her mother’s mental state. It would be a long road, but she might could recover from her evil upbringing.

  “Anyways, I thought it’d be worth mentioning that I have pretty much heard everything that you two have said since I’ve been a lizard. Which is pretty embarrassing for you, I’m sure,” Maleficent suddenly brought up.

  Welp, that hope was dashed.

  Mal stiffened against her will, thinking of all those times that she had spoken badly of or frustratedly about her mother in that very room when she thought Evie was her only audience. She felt Evie’s thumb rubbing gentle circles on her arm in an attempt to make her feel a little better.

  “Unfortunately for the blueberry, I got to hear her entire sob story about her breakup with dwarf boy. It was truly pathetic. Honestly, you can’t even keep a dwarf as your boyfriend? Pretty darn pathetic, if I do say so myself.”

  Evie’s fingers immediately froze on Mal’s arm. Mal glanced at the slightly older girl and saw the immediate wilt and return of self-doubt that followed that particular jab. It was really a low blow, and it didn’t take long before Mal had turned toward her mother with an unmeasured fury aglow in her green eyes.

  “Now you just wait a minute! Just because you can talk doesn’t automatically give you the right to say whatever comes into your rotten little mind,” Mal aggressively protected her sister. Evie gently squeezed Mal’s arm, and Mal immediately knew it was an effort to calm the purple-haired girl. But Mal wasn’t going to back down from a fight, not if it was to defend a family member’s honor.

  “Ooh, touchy, are we? Never mind that, though. Maybe I should’ve brought up your particular difficulties with your eight-legged friend in the bathroom instead,” Maleficent mentioned, a wicked grin on her small snout.

  Mal internally sighed in relief. At least she had distracted her from any more damaging words about Evie’s breakup.

  But on the other hand, that particular subject was pretty embarrassing.

  “Ma’am, if you don’t mind me saying, the spider was at least as big as you in your current form,” Evie deferentially explained, and Mal groaned. Honestly, Mal didn’t know why Evie insisted on being so respectful to Maleficent. It wasn’t like she could get out and attack her for being rude.

  “Nonsense, complete nonsense. That thing was only the size of Mal’s big toe. Which is not very big. You know, it has always been rather humiliating to tell the other villains that your daughter has the teeniest tiniest feet ever,” Maleficent prattled on, getting a faraway look in her eyes as she reminisced.

  “Anyways,” she seemed to shake herself out of it, “if my daughter were truly worth a thing, she would’ve squished it quickly and efficiently, reveling in its pain as it died there on the floor. I think these soft little Auradon kids have rubbed off on you, Mal. I have to say, I’m more than a little disappointed,” Maleficent scolded. Mal couldn’t help but feel the red coals of burning hot rage in her chest being stoked none too gently.

  “Look, I’ve about had enough of you picking on me and Evie!”

  “Squirt, I’m still your mother and you have no authority to sass me,” Maleficent replied and Mal infuriatedly noted the smug little grin she was currently sporting.

  “Sometimes I wish you weren’t my mother!”

  “Well, you know, it’s funny. Almost every day I wish that you weren’t my child and that I didn’t give birth to a failure!” Maleficent shot back and Mal almost physically felt the impact of that blow. As much as she resented the fact, she did love her mother and wanted to make her proud. She just wished her mother had better, more honorable goals for her to achieve.

  “Okay… I think this conversation is over now,” Evie interrupted the both of them suddenly in her usual peacemaking manner and proceeded to drag Mal out of the room.

  “Oh, it isn’t over ‘til the fat lady sings!” Mal tore away from Evie and surged forward toward her mother’s tank.

  “What do you think you’re doing?” Maleficent demanded. Mal didn’t respond and simply settled for grabbing the terrarium and putting it in the closet nearby.

  “You can’t do this, I’m your mother! Don’t you close that door, Maleficent Bertha! Do you hear?! Don’t close the-” Mal efficiently cut her off by slamming the door as hard as she could. She then turned to Evie with a groan.

  “Do you think that’ll shut her up for a while?” Mal questioned, completely exasperated with the entire situation. Evie nervously glanced between Mal and the closet door.

  “I don’t know… Hopefully so,” Evie replied, her voice a bit hushed as she finally settled for staring at the door in awe.

  “Gosh, why did she have to start talking?” Mal wondered. “And why now?” Mal collapsed onto her bed with a sigh, burying her face into the comforting coolness of her pillow. Evie ambled over and laid down next to her.

  “Maybe it’s for the best that she’s started talking.” Mal immediately raised up and looked at her with an unamused expression.

  “Hear me out,” Evie sat up and held out her hands in a placating gesture. Mal lowered her head, but kept her gaze locked onto Evie’s. The bluenette reached out and tucked a lock of hair behind Mal’s ear in that loving, patient manner that almost eclipsed sisterly and bordered on motherly. “Look, it gives you two a chance to bond before she turns into a human again,” Evie explained.

  “But she’s just as hateful as she was before I turned her into a lizard, E.”

  Evie quieted quickly after that particular statement and Mal took it as a sign that she was trying to think of something positive to say in a totally not positive situation.

  “Do you love your mother, Mal?” Evie suddenly questioned, and Mal was totally thrown by the inquiry. Of all the things that could have came out of Evie’s mouth, that was quite possibly the absolute strangest and unexpected.

  “I… I guess I’ve never really thought about it.” The truth was that she had thought about it. And it was something that she battled with every time it came to her mind. “Do you?” Mal really didn’t want to discuss it unless she was confident of Evie’s feelings on the matter.

  “I think that was the question I asked you specifically,” Evie eyed her fondly with an eyebrow raised. “But yes. I love my mother,” Evie admitted after a moment. “Even if she is rotten and makes me feel rotten. I’m sure that somewhere deep in her heart she loves me, too.”

  “Despite it being, y’know, two sizes too small,” Evie nonchalantly added. Mal couldn’t help but snort, and Evie looked over at her happily, apparently pleased that she could improve Mal’s mood at least a little.

  “Yeah, I love my mother, I think. I blew up a minute ago because I guess I hoped for her to have changed. I hoped that maybe she had decided that she loved me and had maybe realized that you don’t treat people you love like dirt. Suppose I was wrong.” Mal lowered her head, a little ashamed of herself for feeling that much for her mother when she was most assuredly angry at her for all of the torture she had to go through on the Isle.

   Evie silently moved closer to Mal and hugged her gently. Mal nestled her head under Evie’s chin, her favorite place because, much to her frustration sometimes, it was where she felt perfectly safe and enveloped by her sister’s embrace. Evie wrapped her arms around Mal’s smaller frame, drawing her nearer as she placed a hand on the back of the green-eyed girl’s head.

  “I understand, M. I do,” Mal blinked at the odd feeling of Evie’s vocal vibrations against her temple.

  The truly sad thing was that Evie really did understand. She understood on such a level that there was almost no need for words. Mal loved Jay and she knew that he struggled, too, but she always could identify on an entirely different level with Carlos and Evie. They both knew what it was like to have a crappy mother.

  Evie threaded her fingers through Mal’s short tresses, gently tugging and stroking rhythmically, and Mal knew it was one of Evie’s many tactics to calm her down. Something about Evie’s energy was especially conductive to reassuring anyone, but especially Mal because it was such a familiar and comfortable sensation.

  “Evie, I’ll never say that I wished I lived with you back when we were on the Isle, but I wish I would’ve lived with you back when we were on the Isle,” Mal told her and she felt Evie’s chest quake in a chuckle.

  “Okay… Explain a little more?” Evie probed, and Mal could hear the bubble of laughter in her voice.

  “Way to make me feel like an idiot, E.” Evie shook her head, attempting valiantly to stop her mirth as she patted the back of Mal’s head.

  “Okay, seriously. You probably need to explain that to me,” Evie advised.

  “Well, it’s just that if I would’ve lived with you, then we could’ve had things like this all the time. We could’ve struggled through it all together,” Mal told her. The purple-haired girl could feel Evie melt on the spot from that particular bit of emotion. Evie always was more sentimental than Mal, and she could oftentimes appreciate that since she fed off of Evie’s positive emotions. Especially if they were inspired by Mal herself.

  “Yeah, but then you would’ve had to go through all of the things my mother did,” Evie wisely pointed out. Mal nodded against the fabric of Evie’s shirt.

  “That’s what I meant by the fact that I’d never say I wished I lived with you back on the Isle.” Mal felt Evie move her head in apparent understanding.

  After a few moments of comfortable silence, Mal could almost feel a question burning in Evie’s mind. It was obvious simply by the fidgeting every once in a while.

 So Mal finally chose to indulge her.

  “What is it?”

  “Nothing! Just…” Mal pulled back and craned her head up to look at the bluenette. “Is your middle name really Bertha?”

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     “Yeah, I love my mother, I think. I blew up a minute ago because I guess I hoped for her to have changed. I hoped that maybe she had decided that she loved me and had maybe realized that you don’t treat people you love like dirt. Suppose I was wrong,” Maleficent overheard, and she felt a sharp sting in her chest.

  It almost took her breath away. What was this feeling? It wasn’t sadness, but it was somehow related. But it was more painful than sadness, and all she could think about was what she had said to her daughter in the heat of the moment.

  The Mistress of Evil was never sorry for anything. It would ruin her reputation if she was apologetic.

  Was she sorry?

  Maleficent silently considered this, looking down at her long, untrimmed claws in the shavings below her. She furrowed her brow and settled for listening to the two of them.

  “Well, it’s just that if I would’ve lived with you, then we could’ve had things like this all the time. We could’ve struggled through it all together,” Maleficent heard Mal tell the bluenette.

  Maleficent felt a spark of anger upon those words.

  Honestly, who did that girl think she was? Maleficent had given her the raising that every self-respecting parent of a villain kid administered. And besides, Mal was hers and was supposed to be loyal to her.

  She then heard giggles from Evie and a groan from Mal.

  How dare they make fun when Maleficent’s dignity was at stake?

  Maleficent wanted out. Out of the tank so she could find some way to free herself from this transformation curse. It was then that she noticed that she was resting on a bench in the closet and that the edge of the tank was hanging over the empty air above the floor. She raised a brow and a big giant plan formed in her tiny little mind.

  She backed up so that she was pressed against the side of the tank that was firmly grounded on the bench and after a moment, she charged forward as hard as she could, crashing into the other side. To her great pleasure, it moved a bit.

  Maleficent repeated the process, and it moved forward incrementally more. She then moved back one more time. She exhaled quietly and then she surged ahead with the most speed that she could possibly manage. She collided into the side of the terrarium and it began to tilt slowly. Maleficent moved into the crack, trying to force it into tilting further.

  To her great surprise, it suddenly tilted entirely and fell over, the lid of the tank toppling with it.

  Maleficent looked outside of her glass prison and wasted no time hurrying out. She could hear the footsteps on the other side of the door and she knew she had to get out fast if she was going to make her escape from the whole room.

  She darted carefully into the corner, tucking herself closely against the wall just as Mal opened the door.

  “What?! She knocked the tank over and the lid fell off!”

  “M, where is she?” Evie questioned and Maleficent could hear her anxiety. Mal stepped further into the closet and Maleficent eased around the edge of the doorframe and through the crack between the door itself and the floor.

  She then, without hesitation, hurried as quickly as she could toward the door.

  “Mal! I see her, she’s headed out the door!” Evie suddenly screeched, and Maleficent rolled her eyes, cursing the girl’s timing.

  Mal ran out of the closet, closing in on her quickly. Maleficent padded as quickly as she could and managed to slide under the door just as Mal almost grabbed her tail.

  Maleficent zipped through the hall, hearing Evie and Mal still struggling with the door behind.

  Now that she was out, she was never going back.

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      “Evie, she’s out there loose! What are we going to do?!” Mal demanded, and Evie could tell Mal was somewhere between resisting the urge to bang her head against the wall in frustration and crying because she had allowed the menace that was her mother to roam all over Auradon.

  “First, we’re going to calm down,” Evie told her, grabbing her shoulders firmly and guiding her so that she was facing her. “Everything is going to be completely okay.”

  “This is my mother we’re talking about. The Mistress of Evil, remember? I can’t believe I did this!” Evie could see Mal was shutting down, and quite frankly, it scared her senseless. Sure, Mal had her moments of weakness, but never when there was a serious issue at hand. Mal was always the one that had her head in the game, despite any inner conflicts.

  But Evie knew she had to take control of the situation before Mal completely lost it.

  “Hey, hey!” Evie took Mal’s face in her hands and Mal froze immediately, her frightened, sorrowful gaze staring into Evie’s eyes. Evie exhaled, gathering all of the confidence and love that she could possibly muster to put in her voice. “This is not your fault. Don’t blame yourself. This is Maleficent’s fault and hers alone.”

  Mal stared at her silently. Evie kept her hands firmly planted on Mal’s face, stroking her cheeks with her thumbs. After a moment, a sense of resolve entered Mal’s expression and her eyes hardened a bit in that familiar look of contemplation and plotting.

  “We need to get the boys,” Mal spoke, and Evie gently released Mal’s head from her careful hold.

  “Okay. Should we tell Ben and Fairy Godmother?” Mal paused as she silently considered Evie’s question for a moment. Evie could see that she was weighing her options.

  “No. No, it wouldn’t be a good idea because Ben will freak out and Fairy Godmother will probably be angry with us,” Mal told her, and began jogging down the hall. Evie quickly followed, quickly assuming that the two of them were headed for the boys’ dorm.

  “So, when we get the boys, what are we doing then?”

  “All four of us will split up and look for her. If we don’t find her, then we’ll meet up at our dorm and I’ll use my spell book to magically flush her out.”

  “M, I thought you weren’t using your spell book anymore,” Evie expressed, keeping her gaze on the back of Mal’s head as they both rounded a corner, nearing their target.

  “I know, but desperate times call for desperate measures.”

  “Yeah, or the Fairy Godmother’s perfectly legal and allowed magic.”

  “And this is what separates us as two independent beings,” Mal stated with a roll of her eyes as she slowed down and knocked on the boys’ door. They waited a moment with absolutely no sound to be heard. Mal glanced over at Evie, raising an eyebrow. Evie shrugged and reached over, knocking on the door again.

  “Huh?” Evie finally heard a muffled voice question.

  “Are you decent?”

  “Yeah, why?” Jay asked, his voice groggy. Mal opened the door without hesitation and the two girls walked in.

  “Didn’t know if you slept in the nude or something. Boys have no decency among themselves,” Mal explained, crossing her arms over her chest as she stood before the two beds on the other side of the room.

  “Hey!” Carlos protested, rising slowly and rubbing the sleep from his eyes. Mal rolled her eyes and largely ignored his objections.

  “I really hate to say it, but she does have a point. In the guy’s bathroom, boys don’t have individual, isolated stalls to pee in, and so you guys can just… you know… look over and see everything,” Evie winced in disgust at the very thought of the arrangement of boys’ bathrooms.

  Jay opened his mouth to say something, but before he could retort, Mal interrupted the whole conversation.

  “Why are we even talking about this?! We have an emergency on our hands,” Mal frustratedly proclaimed.

  “Um… What?” Carlos questioned, looking considerably more awake as he eyed the purple-haired girl strangely.

  “My mother is on the loose.”

  “In lizard form or human form?” Jay asked, immediately more alert.

  “She’s still a lizard,” Mal quickly informed him. “But now, she’s able to talk.”

  Both of the boys stared at her like she was insane. Jay and Carlos shared a glance and looked back at Mal.

  “Dude, I think I’m going back to bed,” Carlos told his dog, giving him a scratch as he laid back against the pillow. “I’m obviously exhausted and delirious.”

  “This is no laughing matter! My mom is out there and able to speak. If word gets back to Fairy Godmother about this, we’re toast.”

  “What are we doing, then?” Jay inquired, getting off of his bed and heading for the clothes in the drawer to grab something to wear.

  “Each of us are going to search different areas and look for her. If none of us manage to find her, we meet back at me and Evie’s dorm and I’m getting out the spell book,” Mal re-explained her plan to Carlos and Jay. Evie looked down at her feet, knowing that it wasn’t a good idea to avoid telling Fairy Godmother, but also knowing that they could get into serious trouble for allowing Maleficent to free herself.

  “Okay. I’ll look around outside,” Jay volunteered, chucking pants and a shirt at Carlos and hitting him in the head with it. Evie saw the tension in Mal’s shoulders relax a bit and the bluenette knew it had to have been because Jay never said anything about her using the spell book.

  “What the- bro?!” Carlos yelped, shaking his head and smoothing his hair down.

  “Get your clothes on, Frosted Flake,” Jay instructed, and Mal and Evie started for the door.

  “I’m going to look through the halls,” Mal called out, taking off at a run in the direction in which her and Evie came.

  “I’ll go for the cafeteria,” Evie volunteered, and left before she was able to hear where Carlos was planning to go.

  Evie really hoped that Maleficent wasn’t too far off. She knew Mal was definitely freaking out. To be honest, she was a little, too. Evie didn’t know what she’d do if her mother was roaming through Auradon Prep, free to do anything she wanted.

  Evie had faith that between the four of them, they would likely find her, but she couldn’t be sure. After all, it was four individuals looking for a tiny lizard on some enormous school grounds. It was like finding a needle in a haystack.

  She sighed as she reached the cafeteria door. She opened it carefully, glancing in. To her great chagrin, there were several students already there getting breakfast. Thankfully, it was not too many, though. Most people wanted to go out on Saturday morning to Waffle Hut.

  Evie slipped in silently and watched wordlessly as everyone focused on their breakfasts and conversations amongst themselves. Evie very unhappily noted that she needed to look underneath the tables to ensure Maleficent’s absence.

  She spotted her first table that she could target- Elaina and Hannah’s. They were both sitting at the very end of it and so she could look under it without being noticed on the far side of it.

  Evie hurried over and kneeled, looking underneath. There was nothing but Hannah’s fluffy bunny slippers and Elaina’s ice slippers.

  “What are you doing?” the redhead asked suddenly, dropping down to look at Evie underneath the table. Evie stared at her in a manner akin to a deer in the headlights.

  “Hannah, get back up, I think she’s looking for something,” Elaina told her cousin in that usual timid manner.

  “Yeah, I’m just looking for something I lost. No biggie. It’s obviously not here,” Evie told the girl under the table with her. She backed up and successfully managed to hit her head on the table. She took in a sharp breath, trying to silently overcome the pain.

  “Well, if you need help, let us know,” Hannah offered, her bubbly personality shining through brightly.

  The bluenette arose and proceeded to check several other tables.

  Soon enough, she concluded that Maleficent likely had not selected such a crowded area to hide in. However, the cabinets were a great secluded place to start an evil plot.

  Evie then hurried over behind the counter where the food was kept. As soon as she ensured that no one was watching, she bent down and looked through the cabinets.

  To her great disappointment, there was no sign of Maleficent in any of them. She arose from her crouched position and hit her head on an open drawer. She involuntarily yelped and the silverware clanked together loudly upon her impact.

  Evie hit herself precisely in the same place that she had before and she scrunched her face in pain. That was going to leave a knot for a while. At least it didn’t draw blood. That’d be a mess to clean up. Plus, she was rather squeamish about her own blood and would probably faint.

  Evie slowly arose from her place on the floor and she groaned. However, she quickly froze as she realized everyone in the room was looking in her direction.

  Today was just not her lucky day.

  Her eyes widened comically, and she offered them all an awkward little wave and a nervous grin.

  “Just… getting breakfast,” Evie explained herself, chuckling a bit as she began to ease out of the room carefully. She was sure to grab a banana on her way out to cover up the fact that she was most definitely not searching for a bite to eat.

  She needed to find Mal and help her search. The halls were certainly a bigger area to cover than simply the cafeteria.

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      “Jay, man, I don’t know where I should look.”

  “Check the bathrooms. Nobody volunteered to go there,” Jay suggested, flashing a smirk at the de Vil behind him.

  “Gee, thanks,” Carlos groaned, sluggishly throwing the blankets off himself and rubbing his face in an attempt to gain some sort of increased consciousness.

  “Have fun with that,” Jay pulled on his pants and slipped his feet in a pair of sandals. He stopped to shoot Carlos two finger guns and he rushed out the door, heading for the grounds around the school.

  “Wait, what about the girls’ bathroom?!” Jay shouted something back, but Carlos couldn’t make it out.

  So, he begrudgingly drug himself to his feet and pulled on his pants. He kept the shirt he was wearing and he slipped his feet into the comfortable slippers near his bed. Dude jumped from the bed onto the floor, wagging his tail.

  “Alright, Dude, let’s go search the latrines.” Carlos left out the already opened door and shut it behind him upon exiting.

  After a few moments, he reached the guys’ restroom and went in with only some hesitation. Dude padded silently behind.

  Immediately, a horridly pungent smell hit his nostrils, and he resisted the urge to gag. Either someone must have forgotten to flush or someone was still in the bathroom.

  He looked in each of the stalls, trying not to study the toilets too closely as he passed through.

  Everything was going mostly smoothly. That is, until he reached the last stall. This one wouldn’t open and there was apparently someone in it. He backed away from it, and bent down, trying to see around the person.

  However, just as he had kneeled, the person came out of the stall, a loud flushing sound going off behind him. To Carlos’ dread, it happened to be Chad Charming.

  “What in the bibbidi-bobbidi-boo are you doing?” Chad asked, staring at the boy on the floor. Carlos offered an awkward grin, waving and standing up quickly.

  “I was seeing if anyone was in there,” Carlos explained, chuckling nervously. It was true. He was seeing if anyone was in there. Just not quite the sort of person that he was leading Chad to believe that it was.

  “Are you spying on me?” Chad demanded, staring at Carlos and raising an eyebrow.

  “No way, man,” Carlos quickly saw that the blonde was buying it, and he was cursing Chad’s inopportune spurt of suspiciousness.

  “Actually, I was trying to find you,” Carlos told him, and paused a moment, trying to figure out what he was going to add to the lie.

  “Why were you trying to find me?” Chad questioned, his brow furrowed as he studied the de Vil boy.

  “Audrey asked me to find you because she needs you to, uh,” Carlos thought for a minute, trying to think of something that would compel Chad to go find Audrey. “She needs you to help her learn to ride a horse.”

  “I thought she already knew how to do that…” Carlos could see that he was confusing Chad and he quickly took advantage of that fact.

  “Apparently not. But now’s your time,” Carlos dared to put a hand on Chad’s shoulder. The blonde looked back at him.

  “Now’s your time to shine. Show her how princely and gentlemanly you can be by running to her rescue!” Carlos attempted to inspire, patting Chad’s shoulder carefully. The blonde puffed up his chest and nodded rushing out the bathroom door.

  “I’m coming, Audrey!” Carlos sighed in relief once Chad was out of earshot.

  That was probably the weirdest and perhaps the most unpleasant searching he had ever done in his life. He looked down at Dude, and with a shrug, headed for Mal and Evie’s dorm so he could wait on everyone.

  And also so he could maybe catch a few z’s before the other three got back.

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       Jay wandered around outside, the cool, crisp morning air hitting his face in a gentle breeze. So far, in all of the places he had looked, he had not managed to find any trace of a lizard. Much less so a magically enchanted one that just happened to be the Mistress of Evil.

  He pulled the collar of his hoodie a bit closer around his neck, trying to gain some sort of warmth from it as he walked about. However, he was quickly drawn from this thought as he spotted a genie lamp on the ground before him.

  He looked around questioningly, expecting to see something or someone, because a magical genie lamp sitting in the middle of an outdoor path was certainly strange, not to mention suspicious.  

  Jay reached down and picked up the lamp, half-expecting someone to snatch it out of his hand. He then hesitantly rubbed it.

  In a beautiful, mysterious flourish of purple smoke and bright pink sparkles, a very much ticked off daughter of the Genie appeared. Thankfully for Jay, however, when she apparated, she was facing the opposite direction to him. He considered himself fortunate to not be the first thing she saw upon leaving her lamp.

  “Honestly, who thought it was a funny joke to rub the lamp? ‘Oh, it’s a genie lamp! Let’s see if it for realsies works! Holy moly, three wishes!’ Gosh, these kinds of things always happen when I’m trying to sleep in,” Jordan spoke aloud, completely irritated with the situation. She then turned around to face the person who summoned her. Her eyes widened upon the sight of Jay standing there, looking completely lost.

  “Oh, great. The son of the guy who was obsessed with lamps. What do you want?” Jordan asked, and Jay could easily tell that she was in no mood to talk.

  “Umm… How did you get outside?” Jay inquired, speaking calmly so that he might not invoke her wrath. Jordan started to speak, but then she quieted and looked around in shock.

  “I… I don’t know,” she replied. After a moment, Jordan suddenly looked somewhat apologetic.

  “Sorry for the angry rant a second ago. Earlier, I was summoned from my lamp, and I was half-asleep. No one was there and I thought someone had tried to prank me. I guess I thought it was you,” Jordan explained herself.

  “It’s no problem,” Jay replied, his mind racing as he began to get a particularly good idea of how Jordan had managed to find herself outside.

  “Well, I’m going back to bed. And hopefully I’ll actually stay in my room this time,” she told him, taking her lamp from his hands and leaving tiredly.

  Jay silently nodded his head in acknowledgement. He resisted the urge to add something to the effect of not telling Ben or the Fairy Godmother about her troubles. He knew that would just make him look shifty.

  So, he patiently waited until she disappeared from his line of sight and then he bent down, starting to search through the bushes.

  He couldn’t help but think that Maleficent must have had something to do with that particular happenstance. But what could possibly have been her aim? Was she trying to take advantage of Jordan’s abilities as a genie and force her to work for her? Or was she planning to distract Jay and attempt to draw him back to being evil with a piece of his past?

  Whatever her goal may or may not have been, she obviously did not succeed.

  Jay pushed through the bushes, and unfortunately didn’t manage to find anything of any worth to his purpose of searching. Maleficent had left the lamp and had successfully disappeared without a trace. Jay just hoped that Mal, Evie, and Carlos were having more luck than him at that moment.

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      Mal hurried through the halls, completely exasperated, irritated, and otherwise freaked out. She had already searched all of them once, including the cleaning closets. She couldn’t help but feel the need to look through again.

  She had to find her mother. It was her responsibility to make sure that she didn’t do anything evil. And she had failed.

  “M! Holy moly, there you are. Gosh, I thought I’d never find you,” Evie heaved, breathing deeply and trying to regain all of the air she had lost.

  “Evie! Did you find anything?” Mal asked, stopping mid-run and going over to Evie. To her disappointment, the bluenette shook her head. Mal groaned and waited for Evie to speak.

  “No, I didn’t find anything… However, I do have a lump on my head that wasn’t there before,” Evie told her, her voice reflecting exactly how short on breath she was.

  “Alright. Enough messing around. Let’s go back to our dorm and I’ll fire up a spell.” After a moment, Evie straightened and started to walk with her back to the dorm that, fortunately for Evie, was not that far away.

  They strode through the door and Mal’s eyes widened as she spotted the very sight that she least expected to see. Her mother in lizard form was resting on the nightstand nearby her bed, looking completely unamused.

  “Mom?!” Mal squeaked, her eyes absurdly wide as she stood there in the doorway. She heard Evie gasp sharply. Mal hurried forward and grabbed the lizard before she could escape, and she opened the closet door, dropping Maleficent inside carefully. She lifted it gently and placed it back upon her nightstand.

  “Yes, yes, it’s me. What’s the big deal? Can’t I come back to this glass prison whenever I feel like it?” Maleficent harshly inquired, looking away from Mal.

  All of a sudden, Jay arrived and he paused as soon as he was even with the bluenette, staring at Mal and the lizard inside of the tank. He never said a word but the glance he shared with Evie was telling enough of his thoughts.

  “Why did you come back?” Mal asked.

  “Maybe I missed being waited upon like the queen I am. After all, I don’t have to do anything in this tank,” Maleficent defied, grumpily staring at something to the side of her.

  Mal considered this for a moment before her eyes lit up in knowing and a smirk found itself firmly fixed upon her face. It was in Maleficent’s body language. She was not angry, but rather extremely uncomfortable and almost insecure in her actions and gaze.

  “You came back because you care about me,” Mal told her, immediately interpreting the lizard’s motives. Maleficent’s eyes went wide and she looked at her daughter.

  “No! Of course not! Why would you ever-”

  “It sounds like you love her to me,” Evie piped up unhelpfully, and Jay nodded his head, too, smiling despite the weirdness of the situation.

  “I don’t love you! I just want to know what my only daughter is up to, and the best way to do that is having you wait upon me hand and foot,” Maleficent insisted. Mal looked back at the other two VKs and rolled her eyes.

  “Keep telling yourself that.”

  Suddenly, an enormous snore erupted to the side of the group and the three jumped in surprise.

  They all quietly studied the white-haired boy lounging on Evie’s bed, currently nestled in the midst of all of the pillows. After a few moments of silence, they all shared a laugh.

  Everything was going to be fine.

[dancingwithdylan21]

Stripped - Part 2

Summary: Being a high powered publicist, the reader is hired to work with the destructive rock star Dylan O’Brien. Her task is to revamp his difficult image from the ground up. Will the reader succeed? Or will she get sucked into his crazy life?

Pairing: rockstar!Dylan x Reader

Word Count: 2,381

Part 1

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“You must be out of your damn mind, beautiful.” Dylan’s sudden shift in attitude catches you off guard, the smugness oozing out of him giving you goosebumps.

Why does this infuriating man have to be sexy as hell? And why does he have to be your client?! You continue to focus on Dylan who’s now licking his kissable lips and it’s driving you insane. You need to shut this down. Now.

“Give me your phone.” You sternly command springing up from the couch. Within seconds you’re standing in front of the intoxicating man with your palm held out.

“Excuse me.” Dylan immediately growls slipping back into his anger filled persona.

“Hand over your phone, Dylan.” You repeat loudly, successfully holding back an eye roll.

“And why would I do that?”

“Cutting off communication. Remember? You’ll get it back eventually.”

“Just do it, man. I’ll text the important people, tell them to contact me if they need to reach you.” Tyler adds as he stands up to stretch his legs around the room.

“This is happening whether you like it or not. Just go with the flow and make it easier on all of us. Ok?” You add.

“It’s password protected ya know. You won’t be able to snoop on my ass.” Dylan huffs with aggravation, then unwillingly pulls his iPhone from his jeans front pocket.

“Oh darn. My master plan is foiled.” You sass back, not able to stop the giggle that follows. Tyler joins in himself, ignoring the unimpressed puss on the rock star’s face.

“So what’s the plan?” Tyler asks quietly, looking apprehensive but also hopeful.

You bring your attention back to Dylan who’s sporting a pout as he sinks himself deeper into the couch. He’s doing his best to watch the Friends rerun on TV but you can tell he’s too distracted at the moment.

“Let’s go talk on the balcony, Ty.” You quickly open up the glass slider door and settle into one of the cloth covered chairs. You can hear muffled grumblings from the two men until Tyler stalks outside shutting the slider behind him.

“What did you get me into, dude?” You ask slightly amused as you watch Dylan through the glass door. Talk about glorified babysitting.

“Trust me, I know. The thing that kills me is that he’s a good guy, he just…he does bad shit.” Tyler replies dragging his hand down his face. The poor guy looks exhausted and you realize that this plan needs to work not just for O’Brien but for everyone in his life.

“I just told him that he’s gonna be cut off from everyone and everything. An addict would be panicking and freaking the fuck out. Wanting to score as much shit as they can instead he’s sulking like a little kid.”

“Dylan doesn’t get high as much as you’d think. At least not with the hard stuff.” Tyler wearily admits fumbling with the hem of his collared shirt.

“What…”

“Dyl uses to distract himself when shit gets to be too much inside of his head. It happens sporadically. The bastard is lucky enough that it hasn’t turned into an addiction yet.”

“Then why the rehab?” You wonder skeptically.  

“To stop his antics. O’Brien is a stubborn fucker, Y/N. He won’t listen to anyone. I needed a way of keeping him under control. And rehab did that.”

“Tyler...“

"I know, I know. But listen…I’ve known Dylan for fifteen years. He gets into these destructive phases where any and all common sense flies out the fucking window. I know the signs by now and he was on the verge like six months ago. Hence his most recent stint in rehab.”

You can sense Tyler’s sudden hesitation, he searches your face like he’s debating if he should continue on or not. He’s praying that you make good on your word instead of abandoning this whole arrangement.

“I remember reports of him overdosing like a year ago. Was that true?” You ask curiously.

“Unfortunately. It was the anniversary of his mom’s death. He was already super stressed to begin with, everything became overwhelming and he went crazy.” Tyler sighs heavily flashing back to that awful night.

He found his friend’s bloody, unconscious body lying in a heap of broken glass. Of all the places O’Brien could have passed out, he ends up crashing down onto a glass coffee table.

“I know it wasn’t deliberate. But I also know…at the time he would’ve been fine with whatever the outcome.”

“Jesus Christ, Tyler. Please tell me you at least know the root of all this?”

“Mostly family problems. His dad specifically. They’ve had a volatile relationship ever since Dylan’s mom Lisa died. He was 18 when it happened.”

“I guess I can add daddy issues to the list.” You add softly making Tyler sadly nod his head in response.

“The poor bastard’s been dealing with the guilt and bullshit from his father for almost 12 years now. Honestly I don’t blame him for wanting a break from it.”

“Guilt about what?” You sneak a peek at Dylan to see that he’s now fast asleep. He’s slouched down further onto the couch and propped his boots up on a nearby ottoman. He looks so peaceful that you momentarily forget that he’s a pain in the ass. The moment passes though when you hear what Tyler’s about to say.

“His dad blames him for Lisa’s death and he thinks his son doesn’t deserve all of his success. It’s why Dylan has a love/hate relationship with his career. He’s passionate about it but then the remorse sets in and he almost wants to destroy it.”

“Shit. Was it…I mean…did he…” You stumble out not expecting that answer.

“Yes it was his fault but it was an accident. It’s not my place to get into details, hopefully you’ll get him to open up eventually.”

Well this is just fucking dandy. You’ve dealt with difficult situations before with your job but this one takes the cake. The fact that you have a personal history with one of the people involved makes this harder. And it definitely piles on more pressure than usual.

Deciding you’ve found out enough backstory for now, you and Tyler start nailing down details for this ridiculous operation. He fills you in on where the rockstar likes to go to relax and you have the perfect place in mind. You know this whole process will be tough enough for Dylan, so there’s no way in hell he’s going to another hotel. Too many temptations.

Heading back into the hotel room, you notice Dylan is now wide awake and shoving fruit loops into his mouth. Oh how this man kills you.

“Ok dude…we leave first thing tomorrow morning. So pack everything up that you need because you’re not coming back here.” You inform him, blocking his view of the TV screen.

“Huh?” Dylan mumbles with his mouth full, looking adorably perplexed by your words. Although his innocent act doesn’t last long once he realizes you’re on to his game.

“Do me a favor, O’Brien. Stay. Here. Do not leave this hotel room until I come and get you tomorrow. And no visitors either. Your disappearing act starts now.”

“Yeah that doesn’t work for me.” He waves you off with a defiant smile then continues eating his cereal.

“Don’t worry, Y/N. I’ll keep an eye on him.” Tyler shoots you a wink and it makes Dylan throw his head back while moaning theatrically. Drama queen.

You say your goodbyes then rush home and get to work. You don’t have much time to get your preparations in order. Fortunately this isn’t your first rodeo and you have plenty of connections that can help out in a pinch.

Your friend Veronica, who’s a realtor, sends you info on rentals that have immediate availability. You find one that sounds like a winner then continue to get ready for this lovely adventure you’re about to endure.

~

The next mornings sun shines too soon and you seriously regret checking your phone. You have a google alert setup for Dylan’s name, so anytime the fucker makes headlines you get notified. And you’ve been notified a shit ton since you fell asleep last night.

Not only did the difficult rock star go out last night, his drunken ass hit a plethora of bars and clubs in LA. The evidence of it is littered everywhere online. Thanks so much for the help, Tyler.

Apparently Dylan’s god damn chaperone needs a chaperone himself. Fucking men. They never listen. You gave one simple instruction and Dylan couldn’t keep his annoying self in line. And Tyler…well Tyler’s gonna get a god damn earful once you see him.  

You stroll lazily up to your client’s hotel room door with Starbucks in hand. After a couple of knocks, the door swings open to reveal a very large bald man who’s sizing you up.

“Victor?” You giggle remembering Tyler’s description of Dylan’s driver. Apparently he looks like a Rottweiler but has a heart of gold like a Golden Retriever.

“Yes, ma'am but you can call me Vic.” He holds out his hand. “And you must be, Y/N. Come on in.”

You trail behind Vic into the other room and what’s before you is almost comical. There’s a hungover rock star sitting next to a nervous looking manager and they both look pretty miserable.

“Hello, boys. You ready to get this shitshow on the road?” You question fighting back a yawn.

Tyler looks ready to speak but suddenly decides against it, instead he just nods in your direction. Dylan barely grunts a response, yanking his worn Mets baseball cap down further onto his head.

Everyone finally piles into Vic’s dark SUV to settle in for the long ride. Of course he’s the only one who knows where you’re all headed. You decide it’s better to keep the other two in the dark for the time being.

You let the quiet car ride go on for a bit. Mostly because you want your coffee to kick in before mentioning last night. Although the stupid cup of java is not strong enough because you’re still fucking sleepy. Screw it.

“So tell me what happened last night, people. Cause it sure as hell wasn’t what we agreed on.” You glance between the two handsome men getting different reactions from each.

“For the record, I didn’t agree to shit.” Dylan interjects earning himself a dirty expression.

“It’s my fault. I fell asleep.” Tyler looks like a poor wounded animal and you almost feel bad for him. Almost.

“You had one job, man.” You groan flicking the side of his head with your finger.

“And you…” You quickly twist yourself around towards the backseat to where Dylan’s sitting.

“Your drunken ass got around everywhere last night huh? There’s a ton of pictures circulating online right now. All of which you’re clearly shitfaced!" You exclaim as a huge grin graces Dylan’s face.

“I was thirsty, Y/N.”

“Dylan…”

“Oh relax. No one saw me punch a douche bag named Brett in the VIP lounge at Hyde. I did good.” He says proudly.

“Son of a bitch! You were supposed to stay home, O’Brien.”  Ugh. It’s too early for this shit.

“Oops.”

“Oops? You can take your oops and shove it up your ass, pretty boy.” You narrow your eyes in his direction.

“Aw you think I’m pretty?” Dylan retorts without missing a beat.

“Piss off.” You mutter grumpily shifting back around in your seat.

“Well Y/N’s definitely a morning person.” Dylan cackles, making sure to file this useful tidbit away for the future.

“Where we going?” Tyler wonders out loud.

“You’ll see soon.”

“I need my beauty sleep. Wake me up when we get there.” Dylan mumbles stretching out in the backseat.

The tension that was once in the car has disappeared and you decide to lean your head back and rest as well. You actually get some shut eye but it’s rudely interrupted by a panicked hand shaking you.

“Is this…is that a lake?” Tyler’s shocked reaction continues as he whips his head around to look at everything we drive by.

“You’re a smart one.” You deadpan.

“But…”

“Shhh. Don’t wake Dylan up yet.” You whisper as Vic turns onto a long dirt road that leads to the house you picked out.

Tyler’s eyes are now bugging out of his skull and he looks ready to jump out of the moving car. For the love of god. These guys are so friggin high maintenance.

Once the car is thrown into park, you gingerly exit through the passenger side door. Tyler follows suit and waves you over to move away from the car. This should be good.

“This is a lake house!” Tyler does his best to keep his voice low while gesturing around wildly.

“And? You said he likes being by the water.”

“The ocean, Y/N. Don’t play stupid. I vetoed the lake house idea. They remind Dyl of the one his family had growing up. He refuses to go near one.”

“Yes I’m aware.” You shrug casually.

“Are you insane?”

“Probably. Regardless Dylan needs to face this shit, Tyler. Clearly the way he’s been coping isn’t working for him.”

“I know but…”

“O’Brien is a grown man. He can handle it…he’ll have to.”

“What the fuck?!” Oh shit. The beast is awake. You twirl around to see Dylan fuming as he takes in his tranquil surroundings.

“Welcome to your new place of residence.” You saunter over to him, pretending that rage isn’t painted on his features. Normally you’d be intimidated as fuck but you’re still too half asleep to care right now.

“You’ve gone too far, L/N. I’m officially done with this bullshit. You’re fired.” He seethes through gritted teeth.

“Nope. Tyler hired me.” You counter with sly smile.

“Oh he’s fired too.” Dylan shoots back before laying his whiskey brown eyes on his manger.

“You’re fired!” He loudly shouts at Tyler before turning his gaze to his driver.  

“And you’re fired!” The rockstar points at Vic then starts to furiously pace back and forth.

“Dylan…”

“Everyone’s fired!” He barks practically stomping the hard ground with his work boot.

“And here I thought you were gonna overreact.” You smirk knowingly. “Thanks for proving me wrong, O’Brien."

~

Masterlist 

[sportylikeatuna-blog]

Tasked: Ask Meme for BDRP

Sentence Starter Style

“Sadly I’m 15″ “Ah! Phoneee” “oh my god you’re a fucking princess!” “I don’t blame you, but I really think you’re blowing the paperwork out of proportion.” “Would you be open to an alternate route of learning?” “I’ll have to call you back” “You’re no use to anyone sleep deprived” “We have reasonable grounds to enter without a warrant” “Would you be willing to answer a few questions?” “Uhm….s-..sorry.”  “Is that...okay?” “I think there would be cause for concern if you had been” “I think your check book will be thankful that neither of them make onesies. Even if it is a real travesty.” “It’s never too early!” “You ‘ave this natural tone that can come off as…cross.” “You - You gave up on us.” “You look lost” “Well, I can’t exactly say hello to something I can neither see nor hear” “A ghost, of course how silly of me” “We can reschedule this murder for tomorrow maybe” “When you cast a spell your magic lingers” “If you are afraid to hurt her, should that not tell you enough?” “Good. See you on the other side then.” “If you ever send me a text that vague again, I don’t care if it says ‘Help, oh help, I’m dying’, I’m leaving you on read and dyeing your eyebrows pink while you sleep.” “It’s not fucking there!” “We call on the ghost that haunts Phoebus de Martin” “How do you know that?” “You seem young, like, the same age as my TA I dated when I was in uni.” “Your sister is a bad bitch” “When are you leaving anyway?” “Oi, we ready?” “Nah, it wasn’t that bad” “How old is this place anyway?” “I’ve cried like every day for the past three months” “Feel like I have to at least make one a lion” “Joke’s on you, because I don’t know how to play that one” “I’m really bad at cleaning.” “I feel so disconnected.” “That’s not funny.” “I apologize on behalf of the table in the corner.” “I’ve been holding down the fort.” “I can give you – well, anything but my sight, really.” “Unless my sense of smell is going as well” “The traditional ‘Eat a Dick, Shuriki’ Day treat” “I let her dress me as a tree!” “I’m still tragically sober.” “Almost busted your head there...you alright?” “Still doubting me love?” “I’ll be your best bartender in a matter of moments.” “Oh hi, yeah no harm no foul.” “I can only cite temporary insanity.” “Could use a break” “What’d I miss while I was gone?” “I have had quite enough of listening to those men” “You must be mistaken.” “What’re ya doin’ gettin’ dressed and all. Maybe I wasn’ done with you.” “Look…I really didn’ mean t’…” “I’m not the sort to run my mouth.” “Sure it’s real, and I’m rich.” “The hair does match.” “I am more of a home body” “I actually do have a safe room in my basement” “I only 60 percent fake-laughed at this one.” “Wasn’t it halloween yesterday?” “You look like you sleep less than I do.” “Voila. How to survive as a landlocked mer 101!” “Shit’s fucked right now, to say the absolute least.” “I’m sick of secrets.” “Me? Pfft, I’m fine. Pfft. Me? Totally. Why wouldn’t I be fine? I’m definitely fine.” “So sorta yes, sorta no.” “Went for the reeses, came home with a sedimentary rock and a piece of concrete.” “Nothing like two shots of tequila and a few beers to make you feel 100% better about the zombie apocalypse!” “This town keeps you well on your toes.” “oh trust me, none of you want me working here.” “You know you have such a unique aura” “They may not appreciate our boldness” “Is it news that isn’t going to be in the paper?” “Shit, I didn’t grab plates.” “I’m not a fan of that.” “What toppings did you get?” “What ever are you looking for, by the way?” “You remember the um, last unfortunate event?” “Maybe we’ll run into a french bulldog here and I can point them out.” “I want a bag of the gingersnaps, aye?” “Here I thought you were just coming onto me at the gym” “Sometimes cookies can be...more than just cookies” “So which is it: did you want to sell him drugs or did you want to flirt with him?” “It didn’t hurt at all! Just a sting!” “How… sturdy, by chance, do you think they are?” “Which one are you?! What are your favorite colors?! Movies, food, drinks, hobbies, books, BLOOD TYPES?!” “Food rained from the sky?” “You keep telling yourself that, yeah?” “I’m gay, we’re all cynics” “I don’t know what I’ll do with all the space” “Then go…? Back to class…?” “I know I’m pretty amazing. It would be awfully sad to be me-less.” “Are you a protagonist? You look like one.” “Irrelevant.” “I know how to keep ghosts out of the bedroom, thanks” “Just because YOU can't go to rhinebeck doesn't mean rhinebeck cant come to you” “But lovely witches were ten a penny.” “It’s...it’s all for me” “On that note, how do you feel about pumpkin spice cookies?” “They tend to be narrow-minded in their rose-colored perception of our world.” “It’s all kind of shitty, ain’t it?” “I think an army of walking snowmen would be easier to deal with than an army of zombies.” “Don’t tell me about it. I like plausible deniability.” “That is, I never had a reason to cuddle. Until now.” “It’s not- it’s not just guilt” “Fucking hell mate, talk about an entrance.” “Do you think you could talk me up?” “Ye didnae have tae do that” “Maybe not any book” “I’ll take a fun fact instead if you’re so inclined” “Do people still read comics now that there are movies?” “I don’t have to th’ay anything” “Wanna take some deep breaths?” “I think meeting your parents once was enough. I’ve no interest in continuing the charade.” “So, how do you think I should proceed?” “Well I hope I don’t disappoint you then” “I’ve never really figured out how to do it though.” “What’s your favorite superhero movie?” “___ found out didn’t they?” “Well you don’t have to insult your way to the washroom, just so you know” “I have ways of dealing with my mistakes” “Stretch your legs out, stay a while, I get a long day.” "I just straight up have no idea what I wanna study” “I thought the same darn thing!” “So we’re agreein’ to disagree.” “We’ve got that ‘people pleasers’ look, yeah?” “Does it hurt too much?” “Honestly? I don’t know why people put that much effort into decorating so early.” “it’s working great. Thank you.” “Fuck–sorry, sorry. Not focusing.” “The worst people never look scary” “No bruise no foul?” “Sounds like bullshit t’ me” “Better…better to b-be early th-then late“ “But life’s shitty enough as it is.” “Do you do those things for you?” “Hopefully you’re free. If not - then cancel your plans.” “And we can’t let all these special snowflakes dictate what we do, hm?” “I love a rich, full-bodied taste.” “And would you be willing to teach me?” “Yup, just fine. Thank you. Nothing to see here.”  “He’s not around, so it doesn’t matter.” “So is there a theme to this whole shindig?”  “So I guess I’m not basic.” “I see how it is.” “Curious is a word for it, yeah.” “So you’ll speak lies? Or avoid the truth? Sounds like a cop out to me.” [text] Well I’m glad my text went to someone with such good taste! “The aftermath has been...awkward.”

[neyonic]

Finally a pause from the really hot weather.

As many of may have noticed i have not been uploading new stuff. Well it is because of the darn heat we had that have kept my motivation away. Through the month of may it has been really hot. It is insane.

Just sitting there inside at 30+ celsius is not the best.:P

Now the heat will take a pause for a few days and i can finally focus on stuff instead of sweating and getting tired.XD

So hopefully new stuff will be up this week.:)