#Even though basically every member of Team Skull says they love him every day

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we share SO many f/o's but it's been a while since I've seen a person with Guzma on their list! hi!!!!! I love him too :)))

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Glow Pt 2

Summary: Malachai/Reader Request: Glow Pt 2; this got a little out of hand

“So; should we get dinner?” You turn to Malachai your hand tracing his chest and the faint glow from it. “Hmm, well we should; but..” You smile and he looks over to you fondly. “But what?” “As my soulmate you’re meant to be my perfect fit; we’re meant to be together but we’re.” Your fingers trace the skull tattoo on his side. “ I don’t care.” “I can’t leave the Serpent’s I’m sorry.” “I don’t care. You want to be a Serpent that’s fine.” “I can’t spy on them for you; I-“ “Did I ask that? We both have jobs; that’s all this is. Maybe your boss wants me dead sure, but your job doesn’t effect my view of you.” “But-“ “Does my job effect your view of me?” He asks frowning and you shake your head.

“It does; doesn’t it.” His face sinks and you chew your lip. “It’s dangerous; I don’t want you getting hurt and-“ You scowl as he laughs. “Baby; oh my god, we’re both in gangs; I could say the same about you!” “No! You’re a gang leader! That’s way more; oh my god I’m dating a gang leader.” Malachai grins, tears in his eyes as he tries to quiet his laugher you smack his shoulder, his chest glowing brighter. “Stop that! This is serious!!” “Come on Y/N it’s not; you’re just being silly.”

“Say the one who takes his gang on thrifting road trips every other week.” “Team bonding is essential to our gang!” “Going on cross country road trips to pick up leather jackets and studs from crafts stores is not essential.” He gasps mockingly and you shake your head. “Well what do the Serpent’s do for bonding then; hmm?” “We drink, party; go for ice cream; the usual gang activities.” “Ghouls do that too!” You shake your head. “Not like Serpents.” “Do not make me have a party and invite the snakes; we’d probably all get murdered.” “Ah but to die by your side, such a heavenly way to die.” You smirk and he shakes his head, hand pulling yours against his chest which pulses a light green. “Why does it do that? I always though the glow was supposed to go away once you found your soulmate.”

“It does; to everyone else; once you’ve met your  soulmate;” He nods to you, fingers twining yours as his other hand runs up your arm. “Once you’ve connected.” It threads through your hair nudging your lips against his. “No one else has need to see our connection but us.” “But why is is so pale?” “Because you’re close, the farther I go;” he steps backwards and you notice the almost sea foam green darkens a shade. “The brighter it becomes.” “Like a lighthouse.” You smile and Malachai frowns. “A lighthouse?”

“Yeah; its calling me home.” Malchai turns fixing the items on the shelf above the chair. “Or warns you away from the rocks.” “Like you’d willingly hurt me. You’re avoiding looking at me cause you’re blushing again.” You laugh when he stalks forward trying to look threatening. “I can hurt you worse than you’d imagine.” “You wouldn’t.” “I would.” “Prove it; I’m sure you have a knife on you right? Just like me?” You grin flicking your blade out and he grins back rolling his eyes. “Y/N, sweetheart that’s a toy.” He grins pull his out, it’s not double the size of yours but it’s close. “I’d say you’re compensating for something but we both know that wouldn’t be true.” He smile smugly, nodding proudly.

“You need to meet the Ghouls; officially.” “As what the Ghoulie Queen?” “Pffft. The what? Oh my god is that actually true?? The snakes actually- oh my god, fuck that is hilarious.” “Hey, no you can’t let anyone know trade secrets.” “You know our trade secrets.” Malachai nods gravely and you roll your eyes “Thrifting is not a trade secret!!!!” “Well not when you shout it out for everyone and their mother to hear like that.” “I’m sure the Serpents aren’t going to get wise to your secret thrifting locations and then buy all the skulls and dead things before you can.” Malachai narrows his eyes but nods towards the door. “Everyone’s waiting.” “For the record the this is a horrible idea.” Malachai nods. “If you agree then why are we doing it.” “Have to do it at some point otherwise we’ll be trapped in the house of the dead’s bedroom for eternity.” “That doesn’t sound too bad.” Malachai rolls his eyes as he opens the door stepping through it. You watch half the ghoulies turning towards you eyeing you curiously. You see the group from Pop’s and watch as they step forward. “What happened now?” Malachai looks annoyed at them. “Nothing; just wanted to say we’re happy Y/N’s here.” “Really? That’s all? Nothing about the BBQ you’re apparently throwing in my yard?” “It’s a welcome party.” One of them grins and winks at you, you grin back turning to Malachai.

“Yeah we talked about it before you picked me up at Pop’s; don’t you remember?” Malachai scans your face confusedly. “You talked to them before?” “Yeah they came in and ordered food, gave me a burner phone and said they were sick of you whining.” “I did not whine!” He glares and the Ghoulies hide their laugher. “You did; just a little, he may have cried when we showed him that picture you have up; the one with hot dog the third as a puppy.” “That’s just low; no one can resist a puppy.” You nod wrapping your arm around Malachai. “Now, apparently I’m supposed to meet everyone here? So lead on oh fearless Ghoul King.” You grin and watch his chest brighten.

“I thought it only got brighter when we were apart.” “Yeah, must be a malfunction.” He shrugs avoiding your gaze to call over a group of teenagers. “These are the newbies; newbies, my soulmate Y/N.” They all nod and you return it. “A malfunction?” You question and he shrugs pulling over Evan and Jacob his second in commands to greet you. They pull you into hugs before you can say anything. “He telling lies about the soulmate glow again?” Evan grins and you nod. “Yes! He won’t tell me why it gets brighter, even though we’re next to each other! He’s awful!” You watch your chest brighten as you say it.

“It is true. That it get’s brighter the farther away you get; but it also gets brighter when you think about each other; like loving thoughts; it gets dimmer the more negative you think.” “Wait so every time he thinks about me it’ll get brighter?” “Basically yes; so depending how in love he is with you; how aware of it he is; the brighter it gets. So what colour is it now?” “Ironically the same as my Serpent tattoo.” “Oh woooow that’s, uh, interesting.” “What?” “I bet you you could ask almost anything of him and he’d do it.” “No he wouldn’t; he’s a gang leader he’s not going to go soft just cause he has a soulmate.” “Wanna bet.” Evan grins and you nod.

“Bet you a weeks worth of Pop’s.” “And two hundred.” “Deal.” You grin as Evan shakes your hand Jacob laughs and Malachai turns from where he’s talking to him and another group of Ghoulies. “Babe;” You watch as he fully turns walking towards you. “What’s up?” “Evan said you wouldn’t take me on your next thrifting trip.” You smirk and Malachai frowns. “You can come if you want; it’s usually an all day thing I assumed the snakes wouldn’t-“ “I saw this adorable ice cream parlour on the way out of town when I went on a job and if it’s on the way could we stop in?” You grin and Malachai rolls his eyes. “If this is a ploy to get ice cream-“ “Noooo.” You avert your eyes grinning. “What do you want. Come on; tell me.” You smirk. “I want you to marry me.” Malachai freezes and you’re completely distracted from Evan crumbling to the ground in shock; by the same blinding glow that blocked Malachai from your vision when you first met him.

“That’s not ice cream.” He nods to you and you grin back. “I said it wasn’t a ploy to get ice cream. You just didn’t believe me.” “Well I can’t marry you; I mean one, I don’t even know your ring size so I can’t get it altered for you; two if you think the ghouls and the serpent’s are going to be able to come together for a wedding we’re going to need to stockpile enough vodka to drown Russia; and three- what. “You have a ring? That you have to get altered?” You stare and him and Malachai nods. “Of course; what kind of idiot doesn’t have an engagement ring ready once they meet their soulmate.” “You bought a ring yesterday?”

“Anyway, since you’ve met Jacob now we just have to meet a few more members and-“Malachai nods towards a group that look to be in physical pain. “What’s wrong with them.” You watch worriedly and one of them sucks in a breath “Evan passed out.” He speaks before returning to what you realize is trying to quiet laughter. Malachai turns nudging Evan with his foot. “He’s not passed out just dying of laughter, one of you turn him on his side so he doesn’t choke if he pukes.” “So is there a rule against laughing? I mean all of them seem pretty-“ “They can laugh; they just sound like a pack of dying hyena’s and half of them have those laughs that make you laugh more from the sound. Lance I swear to god if those are helium balloons.” Lance nudges the balloons back onto the table and turns away from them.

“So why is everyone laughing at my attempted proposal?” “Attempted?” Malachai looks hurt when he closes the door to the house. The muffled laughter is almost deafening. “Well yeah; I mean I don’t have a ring and as much as I want to marry you I can’t do that without a ring. Besides I don’t think my family would be too excited if introduced you as my soulmate and fiance in the same breath as them meeting you for the first time. Like surprise I’m marrying a gang leader; I know you wanted so much better for me but he’s all I want. They’d be a little bitter about it. Mals; you okay? You know I want to marry you right?”

“You met me two days ago pretty much; we’ve been enemies for years..” “It’s been almost a week; and yeah we were enemies because I didn’t know much about you; but that doesn’t matter because you’re my soulmate; we’re meant to be together; and I want that. To be with you.” “Okay well uh first things, I lied about the ring.”

“Oh thank fuck I was going to be a little freaked out if you already had a ring.” “I have three, I wasn’t sure if you were going to like this one and the other two I saw in the shop when I went up so I figured options was good. Well actually that one is my great grandmothers on my mom’s side so it’s pretty traditional so, options, good idea right?” He grins confused slightly when he just sees a green glow.

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Who Said Love Was Easy? (2/12)

      There are many different kinds of people who come and go from your life. Some will stay constant and sturdy like a river, growing alongside you, others will come like a whirlwind who wreaks havoc and leaves just as quickly, then there is everything in between. In this twisted maze of connections, that is where our story begins. A steadfast boy, a girl with a past, a little bit of alcohol, mistakes, and some love. Where can you go wrong with that?

angsty fluff

w.c: 1.7k

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      I’ve been spending more and more time at the pub, partly because I was still trying to coax the weary Jeongin into friendship but also Jaehyung has been inviting me to come over more, his nosy-neighbor-senses kicking in. I’ve nearly broken Jeongin though cause he’s warmed up sufficiently since running into him. Gahyeon on the other hand seems to be cautious around me but as the saying goes “keep your friends close and your enemies closer.” It wasn’t like she was any bad, if anything I could see why Jeongin was so infatuated with her. She gives off girl-next-door vibes minus the naivety. Like Jeongin, she brought in a lot of customers with that personality but as the only female server a lot of guys come through in hopes to be served by her. That meant Jeongin’s eyes were constantly on her, ready to step in at any given moment.

“It’ll be faster if you just start barking at people. Then everyone would think you’re crazy and people won’t pay attention to her. Are you trying to burn holes into her skull?”

“Can you not for one day y/n?” he rolled his eyes.

“I’ll stop if you stop first,” I wink before adding, “If anyone so much as looked at her the wrong way Chan, Younghyun, and Jaehyung would be there in seconds you know.”

“There’s just been a lot more creeps lately and it’s been really packed.”

“It can’t be helped. It’s summer vacation for college students so everyone’s going out to de-stress from exams. Why so overprotective anyways?”

“She got bullied in high school. She’s the type to say what she wants so a lot of the girls didn’t like her and a lot of the guys bad mouthed her because she rejected them bluntly.”

“Oh? she looks so pleasant I would’ve taken her as a pushover.”

“Wait why am I even telling you this?” He blinked a few times at the realization.

“Because we’re good friends obviously,” I leaned forward with a smile.

“Whatever, I’m telling the hyungs you dropped the honorifics.”

“No you aren’t.”

      There was a call from the kitchen and he briskly walked away. I shrugged it off since he was still working after all but as I watched his figure disappear into the kitchen, the next thing I knew Jaehyung bursted from the door and stormed over. My mouth fell agape at Jeongin who was watching me from the kitchen door snickering to himself. Snitch.

“l/n y/n!”

“Jaehyung-oppa listen-”

      Safe to say I was thoroughly lectured but it was worth it to know I made him smile… albeit because of my sorrow but minor details. Jaehyung asked to go home together again so I sat quietly in my corner seat as they had a store meeting. Watching them interact, now and throughout my time here, their dynamic was really something. Jaehyung and Younghyun act like they hate each other and are at each other’s throats yet they match each other’s energy to work perfectly together, Chan is like the middle child who acts like the youngest but will step up when needed, Jimin always butts heads with everyone but she still makes sure everyone is cared for, and lastly there are the two newest members Jeongin and Gahyeon… long term friends from school with the same sunshine type energy that every one of the older employees love to dote on like some dysfunctional… family… 

      Allowing my mind to fill itself with thoughts of Jeongin recently, I nearly forgot what time of year it was. Almost. My thoughts betrayed me and not wanting to make Jaehyung’s worrying/nagging worse I stepped out into the summer night. First it was just the loneliness setting in but it's different now with certain annoyances making an appearance last year. It’s like they’re watching and waiting… haunting me to make sure I can’t be happy for the rest of my life. All because of something I had no control over. As I tried to collect myself before I went down the family trauma rabbit hole, I received a text notification and rolled my eyes at the message. A strong urge to throw my phone came over me as my vision blurred red for a second and felt my arm raise for a moment, phone in hand, before a voice brought me back to my senses.

“Regardless of whatever you saw on there, I would advise you not to break your phone unless you can afford a new one.”

      Of all the people, he was not the one I pegged as someone who would’ve followed me out here. My brain was racing to pull itself together, still spiralling from the earlier train of thought, that my response exposed how confused I was.

“Jeongin? What are you doing out here? Aren’t you guys having a meeting?” 

“Yeah but hyung keeps looking to make sure you don’t leave so I decided to take one for the team and tell you to come back in so he can focus.”

“And here I thought you came out for me,” I joke as my arm falls back to my side, my snarky smartass persona finally loading up again.

“Whatever makes you happy,” he rolls his eyes before asking, “Is something going on though? You almost threw your phone and hyung usually isn’t this antsy with you.”

      He noticed? I couldn’t help the small surge of happiness that shot through me but of all the things why did he have to notice this? As tense as I was at his observation, I threw on my usual smile and did what I did best.

“Awww so we really are friends, you care,” I tease and he glared back at me. “Everything’s fine, really. Jaehyung-oppa thinks I get kinda weird around this time of year cause something happened last year. He’ll be back to normal by next week.”

“... okay. Are you gonna stay out here? We’re basically done anyways,” he responded as he glanced at the group inside before eyeing me suspiciously.

“Yeah, let him know please. Also let him know to stop being a worrywart.”

“Tell him that yourself.”

      With a huff he walked back in and I was finally able to relax. Leaning against the window with a sigh, I wished it was winter so I could watch the smoke curl from my lips into the air. It’s oddly calming to watch it disappear and to feel the chill set in my bones. Instead I’m left with the stifling heat of summer and the slightly unsettling thought that Jeongin possibly saw through the act… I’m such a mess. I want him to pay attention to me and now that he has I’m getting antsy. Well this is the only exception I guess, Jaehyung only knows cause he saw it happen. If I had it my way no one would know. Once in the safety of my four walls, I fell into my bed with a groan. Today kinda sucked but I knew it would only get worse until that day comes. Looking at my desk in the corner of the living room with unfinished work strewn across its surface, I let out a sigh. Might as well work to get my mind off it.

      Ding. Ding. Ding. Drowsily raising my head from my desk, I rubbed my eyes in annoyance. The sun was up and Jaehyung knew my door code so who is being so irritating this early? Looking at the intercom monitor, I should’ve known it would be one of those vermin. With a groan I went to “greet” my half-sister, clad in her expensive private school uniform, as I glared and leaned against the door frame.

“To what do I owe the honor of a visit from the princess herself?”

“You weren’t answering mom’s messages and she wanted to make sure you’d be coming home for dinner this weekend.”

“Let me guess. Grandma is invited so I have to show up to make you people look good? Not interested so leave.”

“Don’t act so high and mighty. If you didn’t want to be a part of this family you shouldn’t have-”

“Get it right,” I sneered. “Your mother kicked me out for being a reminder of her husband’s infidelity and was forced to sign away my rights to the family and shares left to me in dad’s will just so I could get the money he left me for college. I’m sorry I actually care to visit dad besides his death anniversary and happen to run into grandma, nothing changes the fact that I’m the illegitimate child right? So run along before you’re late.”

      She stamped her foot and huffed at my indifferent face and challenging tone before turning on her heel and stomping to the elevator. I tiredly rubbed my face before running a frustrated hand through my hair. I did not need this first thing in the morning. Back inside my apartment, I grabbed my phone and called my best friend.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of this early morning wakeup call?” He groaned in annoyance. We both weren’t morning people.

“How early can we hang out?”

“Depends. On a scale of “I miss you” to “I want to pull my hair out,” how bad is it?”

“Younghee blew up my doorbell at seven in the morning to tell me to have dinner with them.”

“Oof. I’m shadowing my dad today but tomorrow night for sure, okay? I promise we’ll have fun and you can forget about them. ”

“Our handsome Changbinie is so great~ This is why you’re my best friend.”

“Shut up, I’m still two years older and I’m your only friend y/n.”

“No, I have Jaehyung-oppa and the others from the pub!”

“How can you be friends with someone who doesn’t like your best friend? I didn’t even do anything to Jaehyung-hyung to be hated like this.”

“I don’t like you and you are my best friend.”

“I- Nope, you love me by default because I’m the only one who knows all your secrets,” he countered.

“Who said you’re the only one?”

“Lover boy doesn’t count. He was drunk and probably doesn’t remember plus it’s not like you’ll see him again.”

“Wrong. I can since I have~”

“Young master, President Seo says you must get ready.”

“That’s me,” he groans, “you better catch me up! Maybe your life won’t be a revenge drama afterall," he gasped teasingly. "Is it a romantic comedy?”

“Shut up, does that make you the second lead dearest best friend?” He faked a gag and I chuckled, “I’ll see you tomorrow.”

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Kait Reacts To The AE 8/?

Hi! These reactions are written out every time a Chatroom opens and it’s done over the course of the day. So, you’re watching me react in real time as it is for me. So, Spoilers AHOY. Expect Another post like this later today, there is just too many chats to put it all in one post. So, hey, if you click this, you’re opening yourself to spoilers, you make the choice.

[11:11]

Well, I knew it was coming but I didn’t want it to be coming. Rika comes into the chatroom and lets us know very clearly once more that nothing can change and that we need to accept that. She said that Prime Minister is coming tomorrow in preparation for... he expects to make sure the boys don’t fight him. I’m not really sure what he wants apart from that and I don’t want to. My worst fear is murder but clearly, he is going to use them as puppets and keep them holed away like Rika’s toys. It’s like we’re living in her godforsaken dollhouse. 

She notes that Saeyoung isn’t trouble. He’s drugged. Saeran... she points out that he ran once, he may run again. She and V are clearly suspicious of what he is doing since he came with nothing, and both note to me that maybe it’s just their nerves and he’s really given up because he knows “there’s no other way to get through this.” 

It’s not much to note. I’m just annoyed. I don’t want to even expend the energy on her or V anymore. I’m checked out with them and I’m not even bothering. It just isn’t worth my energy. I’m never forgiving them. I’ve already made my mind pretty clear on that subject. I just cannot. And, trust me, it’s about to get a whole lot worse. She and Saeran are back from the Agents and the Visual Novel is about to start. 

And let me tell you that  I nearly dropped my phone when this happened. I could feel myself already suffocated to see this. If I thought that I was hurting when we saw what happened to Saeyoung, I don’t know, this is a million times worse or at the very least, on the same fucking level of unsettling me to my very core. Well, it’s this moment that I know that I’m clenching my fists at my sides and using all my strength not to lash out at Rika. I don’t know how I would handle this. I don’t know. I don’t know how I would keep my level head that I normally have when I have to confront these traumatizing things. 

I think in the end, I’d just cry because I can’t do anything.

Yes, Rika straight-up tied him up by the ankles. Yes, he is lost is a in triggered daze. Yes, I’m fucking upset. She tells him that he should get used to this for the time being but she’ll let him go when things are “perfect and she’s sure that he will behave.” She leaves. 

I can gently nudge him and he snaps from his stupor as quickly as I can and he snaps out of it only to breathe a sigh of relief because we’re there with him and he can find solace in that fact. I know that we’re about to have a really serious talk but I’m trying not to fixate on the abuse of him at Rika’s hands.

He’s relieved. I’m momentarily relieved. He says that he’s able to feel calm in spite of this storm because of this. He’s just so happy to see us again. He’s still bothered by what he has gone through, but he does look a lot more at ease with the unease in his heart. At least, I know that he’s okay. He’s not suffocating by what I feared that he was, but I think I’m more upset about it than he is. He admits that his mother used to do this to you, and I know he’s mentioned it before during his route but... seeing it is....

A lot different than hearing about it. And that’s when he drops the biggest fucking fear I’ve had into my lap.

He hates this. But, he feels like he has to do this. He is going to... sorry, I’m still. I’m still crying right now it’s really hard to type. He said that he can’t get out of this, and that he wants to get Saeyoung out of here so at least he can be free and that we can continue living on. I don’t want that, but you can’t reason with him, we’re both crying. He wants us to hear out the plan because... this is what he wants to happen because he doesn’t see another option. 

These brothers are going to be the death of because with how selfless they are. I can’t even really call them out about it. I would sacrifice myself just as quickly. I guess we’re all stubborn and have that in common. Saeran explains that Vanderwood helped him escape, and that they went back to Jumin. Jumin took members of the former intelligence team and formed his own group in a single fucking day with Jaehee at his side. Jumin is the one that told Zen to lie and make sure that nobody would know about this. Vanderwood and Saeran got into the agency but—

Saeran only had time to hack half of it. 

His plan is that Saeyoung, once freed, should be able to finish it and be free from his chains. I... sorry. Everyone is awake with the RFA now. Jumin is still risking it all for us. Everyone is risking so much for Saeran, Saeyoung, and me, and I just... I’m sorry. 

I don’t want to leave him. I tell him but... he’s resolute. He say that once Saeyoung is able to take down the agency, Saejoong will lose his power and they will be able to do whatever they can to right the wrongs committed against the RFA. I’m literally bawling at this point, and I’m asking him what is going to happen to him when we leave him behind because—

Rika, V, and everyone else that is against us are going to destroy him once we get out of here. They’re going to hurt him. They’re going to—

I can’t. I can’t. I can’t I can’t do this. 

Saeran, please. 

Who had “Send Kaitlyn in a fucking bawling mess because he said what he said during V Route when Ray blew up the fucking building because he felt like his life was worth nothing anymore but he couldn’t fucking leave without telling us that his love for us would never die,” on their fucking bingo card because you jus won the game. 

I cannot express into words upset I am. This was beautifully written but I don’t want to leave him. I had to stifle my own sobs because it’s so early in the day and I didn’t want to wake up anyone and say that my fictional boyfriend just did this to me. There’s so much that I want to say about this but... I can’t. I’m just so in a state of being overwhelmed. I wasn’t okay after V Route. I sat there for a long time after that happened. I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. I can’t right now either. I love this man so much, I hope he knows that. 

Please, this isn’t the end of you. 

Please. 

There’s a call with Zen after this. They knew. They fucking knew what he was going to do but they didn’t tell me. They’re expecting me. Zen tried to cheer me up and say that we’re going to save him, he knows that Saeran means everything to us but he wants us to stay positive because fear only festers and gets worse as it grows. I called V after because I needed to hear what he had to say. Once again, he threatened me being “polite” about it. He said that he does not want me to get hurt but... It’s implied every fucking time. 

I’m done with you, Jihyun. 

He tries to force me to talk about everything but I bite my tongue and basically tell him to fuck off. I’m done. I’m so fucking done. I’m checked out and I cannot stand you. Burn if you want to burn, Jihyun, but I’m not going to let you burn Saeran and Saeyoung because you’ve given up on everything and turned your fucking back on everything. 

[12:48]

So. Hey. This was a short one. Rika pointedly is back to her bullshit. She's just... trying to make him.think and agree with her that the past is in the past but it isn't. Just because Saeran was willing to say he doesn't hate someone doesn't mean that he is willing to forgive someone who has continued to hurt him time and time again in his life.

She's fully denying things and telling him to act like a child. She wants to live in willful ignorance of her own misdeeds and pretend her dollhouse life she's planning is going to be perfect for him... for Saeyoung. It's not. Saeran is actually doing this with a lot of grace and care. I know he's sad and resolute. I know. But, he's not going to crack here. He has resigned himself but he wants to enjoy the time that we do have together for as long as we can do so.

Saeran points out that she must feel lonely and hurt herself after what she's gone through and how things went at Mint Eye since it was taken down the minute she left with V. He's offering a small shred of sympathy but it ain't much, trust me. He's trying to distract Rika and V so a lot of this is him playing a part. He calls right after this one and we talk a little. We talk about how strong he has become and he thanks me for being there for him even though I remind him that he saved himself from hell. He notes I'm too humble, that we make each other strong.

He says that I'm an angel for being kind to him and sharing my love. He days our love is like a soft white light, pure, and easy to see. We talk about what Saeyoung may do when he leaves, but I end by saying that he'll be sad without him there. Saeran says sadness will pass. That it will be okay. He will send his love to me in my dreams time and time again. I'm having an aura migraine right now and I think I sparked it by getting so upset. Haha. I offer to check on Saeyoung, he heard something?

Rika and V are out shopping. Rika notes that she cannot stand how Saeran is acting. She doesn't at all want to deal with this... kindness? She wants him to be silent and do as he did when he was a child and nothing more. She literally wants to pretend that it's ten years ago. She is that deep into her selfish desires and she refuses to see anything but this. She darts off to grab fruits and we pause on V. I don't know what the hell is going on in this thick skull of his and at this point I am not even trying to gauge.

He knows he's wrong. I don't care what he thinks he's playing at anymore. He knows that he is a lot of ways in the wrong and buried his head into the sand again. At least you note that she will never change because she refuses to admit that she hurt other people. She would rather play house and pretend.

I hope you're happy with the outcome, V. No matter what you think you're doing, you're wrong here.

[14:07]

A lot happens here, honestly. This chatroom is spent with Saeran. It's a private log where he is repeating what he just said to us. That we will need to leave him and leave with Vanderwood and Saeyoung as soon as possible while he is distracting Rika and V. He doesn't know how he will do it but he's going to do it for as long as he can because he wants us to get far away before anyone can stop us. I point out that I don't want to leave and that Saeyoung, if awoken with the antidote, will not leave him behind. He says that we need to lie if we have to do it. He just needs us safe. He thinks this is the only way. I can't really argue with him, but. I'm clearly distraught and he knows it. He wants us to stay as close as we can to each other until the last moment we have.

He says that even if he suffers, he will feel okay when he thinks of me. He repeats what he said earlier and now I'm still upset. In this context, he says first and past love for himself. He isn't at all talking about us. I'll get to this, there's a call with Yoosung after this and he's having a crisis. He is shocked and upset. He says that the entire time he caught up to speed on the recorded work that they did, he saw Saeran so passionate and in love that he is envious. He wishes he could be loved like that because he isn't sure he's ready for love of that caliber yet. He says that it's so strong that it transcends anything and everything that he has. He is not selfish. He is selfless in the way that he loves.

And he's crying, I'm crying, we're both crying about this. He says to enjoy what time I have with him. Then, he asks if I know what is fueling him. I answer, the freedom of his brother. And, Yoosung sighs, "Your happiness is what he is putting first." Everything, all of this, Yoosung says that he is willing to die if it means I can live on happily.

But, I know I'll never truly be happy without him and we both just. Crack.

As far as the Visual novel goes, Rika leaves and then V gives us another kind gesture laden with threats. It's all about Rika. It's always about Rika. He warns Saeran that he better fake a mask for Rika because she could lash out. He wants this to be peaceful times ahead for Rika. He doesn't want more conflict but I say that he cannot bend Saeran to his will. Saeran agrees. He says that no one will bind him and he will not lose himself no matter what they do or say to him. His freedom was earned by his hands and nobody will rob him of that.

V says that he's decided to be trouble now, and Saeran says that V is clouded by an obsession to be an adult. I add that Rika is playing Peter Pan because she wants to live in a world of terrible falsehoods. V paused, "Do you think I can become an adult once things settle down, even though Rika cannot?"

No answer.

He realizes Saeran isn't budging. And he says he'll have to try another way.

Yoosung and Zen are together, and this is right before he called me crying. He's just so broken up about how unfair all of this. How they should be doing something and Zen agrees. Yoosung says that Saeran is going to die tonight if they can't do something and I know that he isn't wrong and it's my biggest fear. If they don't have the two of them and if they cannot control either of the twins, they'll just kill the two of them the second they get the chance. Zen isn't wrong to say that we shouldn't think about that but Yoosung is always right when it comes to this regard.

Zen sighs, noting that he's gotta watch himself because he's starting to sound like Jumin. He is the one that wanted to run to us the minute he woke up. I trust that. He's broken up too, and I just don't know what I'm going to do next. They say they need to think.

They need to figure something out before... his love for me will be gone and he'll never get to be truly free with Saeyoung because he'll be dead. I really hope not, Yoosung. This is my worst case scenario too.

You get a text message from V as well, after. He says you know, Caterpillars build a home with a hard wall. I say, they make it so they can spread their wings and be free. He responds, I wonder if Rika and I just made our shells harder. I don't know if he's having second thoughts but no matter what he does at this point I'm not going to forgive him. He committed to this and he did this. There's no denying it. Even if you try to make things right at this point I'm still never going to give you a chance. You just don't deserve it in my eyes. The Others May think differently but I really doubt it.

There's no mending your melted wings.

[silyabeeodess]

Final Thoughts on Tangled: The Series

Normally, I don’t do many reviews, but since I’ve given my thoughts on points in the series before, I feel compelled to address certain things in the series in a full list.  As I’ve already brought up in the past, I very much have a love-hate relationship with the show.  This is because it has both exceptionally amazing and exceptionally terrible points that I can’t just shrug off--in part, because I’m starting to see them everywhere in a lot of cartoons these days, especially with Disney. Expect me to go over both positive and negative points, and I’ve give my conclusion on the series as a whole last.  There will be spoilers, so if you haven’t watched it in full yet, please do so before checking out the cut below.

Characters

As far as building up a lot of the characters go, I think most of them are really well-developed.  From a main character like Varian to minor figures like Captain Quaid, the creators seemed to have a good grasp of fleshing them out even when if they had a limited time to do so.  It helped the world of Tangled feel expansive and real, with even many of the background characters having their own identity and personalities: We didn’t need their life stories to make them stand out in our minds and they weren’t treated like a choir group used to only fill up space, which can be an easy pitfall when they’re showcased with notable importance to the story. (Moana, I’m looking at you.)  

My issues with the characters largely fall on a case-by-case basis--which will be brought up further below--but there is one general point that did wear on my nerves, and that’s with many of them having what I’d like to call “selective competence.”  By this, I mean that the strengths of the characters seemed to shift depending on whatever narrative the team wanted to tell.  One of the biggest examples of this is King Edmund: We’re introduced to him as a skilled fighter and fierce protector that could match up against not only the members of the Brotherhood like Adira because he trained them himself, but also while simultaneously holding his own for a time against Rapunzel and her friends--however, when he started being used for mostly comedy relief, he couldn’t even defend himself against the Stabbington Brothers who the group has already beaten multiple times over.  For crying out loud, they let him know they were there!  In no way do I think characters need some kind of point system to mark how strong they are--this is a story, not a tabletop RPG--but at the same time there’s needs to be better consistency and planning.  For the point I mentioned with King Edmund, an easy fix would’ve been a sneak attack that knocked him out before he had the chance to react by making him so consumed with the thought of losing his son in that moment that he wasn’t as aware of his surroundings as normal.  At least then there’d be an excuse!  This happens repeatedly throughout the series and with multiple characters though that it’s far from a slip up. 

Another general that focuses more on the girls is the power dynamic.  Look, I’m all for strong women, but not at the sacrifice of things like story or characters, and the show made a bad habit of leaning into that with their selective competence.  Think I’m wrong?  Ok, then explain this to me: How do you have two famed criminals with a known record throughout multiple kingdoms act like bumbling idiots who constantly either cause problems for the group with typically someone like Raps, Cass, or Adira having to get them out of that situation?  And if that wasn’t obvious enough, you have Adira’s little “I don’t get why they named it the Brotherhood because I’m a woman” statement that couldn’t be more on the nose.  

You know what?  I’m gonna go ahead and get to Adira despite her being a more minor character because I couldn’t stand her.  Most of the time when she showed up, I wanted to roll my eyes into the back of my skull because the primary reason she exists is to be a “strong woman who don’t need no man,” which, to be frank, we already have in spades in this show with much better characters.  She’s not impressive or a good role model for young girls: She’s an obnoxious token--and in more ways than one.  For no point whatsoever, she kept disappearing and reappearing in and out of episodes throughout S2 whenever the creators decided to use her--even though the audience is well aware she’s following the group and nothing seems to be stopping her from sticking by them.  They were shown fine with her travelling at their side on multiple occasions, so what was the need to have her vanish off and on when we know she’s just keeping up with them in the shadows anyhow? To top that off, she insists on being needlessly mysterious just for the sake of it despite her sharing similar goals with Raps and the group.  It would’ve been one thing had she just kept the potential danger of the moonstone’s affects on Raps a secret: The best lies are told with a bit of truth and it would’ve set up the mysterious angle of her much better.  Better anyway than her helping them one minute and then beating them up in the next because she “doesn’t like to be touched.” It got to the point where I didn’t care whether or not she could be trusted: I just wanted her offscreen.  

Going back to something positive for a moment though, Raps and Eugene are easily the best in the series (Or at least when they’re alone together, I have notes on both....)  I’m not talking about the romance between them--although that was really well done: I’m talking about how they bounced off of each other.  There’s something to be said about people who are willing to grow beside each other, and that growth shines in their relationship.  If one of them falters, the other is there to not only pick up the slack, but help pull the first back onto their feet.  Both Raps and Eugene have their highs and lows throughout the series and they’re willing to call the other back to earth and be their support when things go too far.  The power dynamic issue I mentioned earlier?  I never see it with them. They’re both balanced and match to each other’s strengths/weaknesses.  Neither of them is a vision of perfection, a knight in shining armor, or a damsel in distress: They’re two people who work in tandem to get through the hard times and simply enjoy the good ones together. 

Since I already wrote a large post discussing Raps and Cassandra, I’m going to link to that here.  For Cassandra though, I can summarize my thoughts on what they did to her character in one word: Butchered.  For both Seasons 1 and 2, the set-up for her was great, but everything after that was mostly an abysmal fall from grace.  They focused too much on her being jealous of Raps and upset over Gothel and ignored all of the problems that had sprung up in their friendship--such as Raps pushing her to the side just as much as anyone else and taking advantage of her friendship.  And then she literally had to ask herself, “Wait... am I the bad guy?” for her to consider that her actions may be unjustified.  Even after that, she immediately jumps back into her “villain” mode when Varian accidentally fired at her and blaming Raps--who’s just standing there--all while knowing ahead of time that Raps signed the decree for the weapon and having already excused it.  I saw glimmers of potential in the finale, but honestly, they fumbled and tripped so much with Cass that, even while satisfied with the conclusion to her arc, I’d far from call it a success.

Lance... This character just screams of missed opportunities. They gave him a great background to go with Eugene’s as these two best friends leaving a life of crime behind to each find their place in the world and then proceeded to make him the butt of a joke just about every second he was onscreen.  I can’t even think of a genuine character trait he had: I just look at him and see Tangled’s version of Olaf.  At least the end where he adopts Angry and Catalina was sweet, but even that felt lacking because all we got out of them were dumb jokes.  We see them together, but hardly in a way that would establish a parent-child bond; more like two siblings outwitting their dim babysitter.  The creators just could’ve handled him so much better, giving him and Eugene/Angry/Catalina more sincere interactions or letting him have a couple of moments to show what skills he brings to the group. They already had Shorty and used comedy among all of the characters anyway, so what was the point of making Lance a walking punchline?     

As for Eugene, I don’t have much to say beyond the points where they just made him out to be a moron like they did with Lance.  I actually really like how they developed them: How, personality wise, he never felt the need to change himself for anyone--he was confident in himself--but nevertheless struggled to find his own identity because of his past, family legacy, and whatever other revelations he came across in the present.  It was an interesting journey, watching him find himself.     

For all the bad I had to say regarding Raps in the post I listed earlier, I will admit as well that she does have some positive aspects.  I liked how her character arc focused on the importance of personal freedom while balancing it with the moral choice of accepting one’s duty to others.  For a time, she’s not ready to rule Corona due to her lack of knowledge/experience and never having the chance to discover what she needed in her own life.  However, she doesn’t use it as an excuse to shirk away from her responsibilities.  She accepts her duty to her kingdom and her people--and even to Eugene to an extent since she does love him and knows it’s unfair if she made him wait forever at her side--but she’s not willing to throw away her own happiness by rushing forward to fulfill them. It’s a balance that’s easy to struggle with, if not to the same degree as a princess, whether from a basic work/life or group/individual scenario or if you’re, for example, a young person rushed from one phase of their life to the next with certain expectations. The cherry on top is that she’s also a person struggling with her own maturity in the meantime, going from careless in some situations to a voice of reason later down the road.  

Overall, Zhan Tiri was a pretty good villain, particularly because she was actually, well, an honest villain.  After years of show after show, movie after movie, constantly being compelled to give their bad guys some sob story that hardly ever makes up for their actions, we’re finally back to getting to villains we love to hate. While I wouldn’t place her on the top tier, she’s still well done overall.  I don’t like her more powerful forms that much--they just don’t seem to have the best designs--but the child form was great.  The team found a good balance of conniving and creepy with her look.  My main complaint is that she can’t learn to shut up.  Now, it’s not the monologuing or even her spilling her own plans that I don’t like. Yes, it’s a trope for villains; however, it’s often used to showcase their arrogance; give the audience some more information about what’s going on in a simple, but effective way; and typically done when either the hero is at their weakest or when the villain is alone/with other villains.  The problem is Zhan Tiri’s timing.  It would be one thing if she monologued when Raps was at her weakest: Instead, she decides to reveal her identity and intentions to Raps well before her plans could succeed, therefore putting them at risk.  Had she not outright said “I’m playing Cass,” Cass’s morality would be placed in a more questionable eye by Raps and the others--further encouraging the conflict between the two young woman, which was what the demon wanted.  Her explaining that to Raps was just dumb.   

Music

I have no complaints.  Whoever is behind this, bravo: You made gold.  

I’d dare argue that the bulk of the songs could easily be any number that you’d hear on a successful Broadway track.  They're memorable, catchy, and tailor-made to perfectly fit in their respective scenes.  Everyone involved seemed to put their heart into the music, making many of them extremely powerful pieces.  The dialogue also meshes really well with the music, allowing the songs to flow naturally in and out of the scenes.  The only time where I’d say it doesn’t quite work would be in Through it All, but considering that the scene makes a point of joking about the musical elements of the series prior to that, you’re supposed to be aware of how unnatural it is, which can give it a charm of its own.  

Art and Animation

Again, for the art, no complaints.  Aside from some minor nitpicks that I’d shrug off--and I mean really minor, like a bird for the beginning of one episode that was huge in comparison to a second flying close to it--it’s beautiful. The style has a strong, painter-like quality that fits with the concept of this being Rapunzel’s story, matching to her--of course--being an artist.  You have these bold, beautiful colors and the team wasn’t afraid of letting them shine at their best, like in scenes such as when Rapunzel and Cassandra are fighting as the sundrop and moonstone.  There were so many nice contrasts that directed one’s focus perfectly on what the creators wanted you to see and that also made for rich, impressive moments in the show.  

As for more subtle details, one that I particularly liked were some of the gradients and the way they’re applied, such as the blush to Rapunzel’s face.  There’s something about that soft speckle around the edges that’s really satisfying, and--when comparing Rapunzel’s design to the flatter skin tone on most of the other characters--it gives her a warm glow that helps solidify her as the physical embodiement of the sundrop.

The animation is also super solid, and any critiques I have on it largely fall to things I think probably had more to do with the script than the animation itself.  For example, there’s the moment when Cass and Raps are fighting in Gothel’s house where Cass ties Raps hair around a pole, in the next moment it’s off the pole and Raps smacks her with it, and then it’s immediately wrapped around the pole again with Raps trying to unravel it.  It’s a pretty obvious and careless mistake to make--especially when you see how wonderfully choreographed a lot of the series is with dynamic camera shots that move fluidity with the characters.  What makes me think it’s more of a script-based problem is that there are similar inconsistencies that happen elsewhere and--while animated beautifully--don’t make much sense. One example of this is in the finale, where Cass is dying.  I tried re-watching the scene and checking the wikia to see how she got a fatal injury in case I missed something, but no: It’s never shown.  It’s like the team decided to have her dying just so Raps could say the healing incantation one final time. If you want to excuse it, you could say it had to do with the moonstone, but then you’d also have to explain how neither of the girls showcase any physical weaknesses aside from their loss of powers when Zhan Tiri takes both of their respective gems. Which leads me to...

Writing 

This is the hardest for me to discuss because so much of it is either really, really good or really, really bad.  I guess to start, I’ll bring up a problem that I noticed mimicked another show, Star Vs. the Forces of Evil.  Similarly to SVTFOE, the last season didn’t focus enough on the main plot to properly flesh it out--albeit, SVTFOE was much worse than Tangled: The Series could ever fear being.  A lot of people try to blame this on “Well, it’s the last season: It’s all they’ve got left to tell the story in.” Ok... Well, yeah, we can talk about how Disney and other companies stink at just letting creators tell a good story in the time they need to in another discussion, but here’s the thing: The teams know well in advance how many episodes they have to work with. Unfortunately, they wasted some of those episodes.  Did we really need to see Catalina as a werewolf?  Did we really need Pascal to befriend a dragon?  Even in the finale, with the more minor characters’ stumble into the Lost Realm, what was the point of it besides humor and getting them out of the way for a bit?  I’d understand if they were episodes for lightening the mood, but they already put so much comedy relief in with the main plot that that isn’t necessary: The mood’s already light enough and there’s just not much time to waste on random filler.  Again, filler isn’t a problem in itself either: You can have it, just don’t let it sacrifice main points that the show should address. One way to have gotten around this was to use more of a two-plot structure with some of these episodes: Plot A would focus on whatever fun the team wanted to have while Plot B could sprinkle in bits of information that the audience will need later for the main story--or they could even have done that with just a small scene to nudge some info in after the episode was done and before the credits rolled.            

I’d like to bring up some of the points that I thought could’ve been covered better.  First off, the whole “destiny” thing.  Well, we get what all signs Raps’ destiny is pointing to, but as often as it was brought up for Cass, they hardly explained what she wanted after taking the moonstone. What was her plan?  Initially, she didn’t want to attack/take over Corona. Sure, they tried saying she didn’t want to be anyone’s second, but everyone was going to hate her for taking the moonstone in the first place, so... good work there: I don’t think Cass would be stupid enough not to realize people wouldn’t think highly of her for it despite what the show tried to tell us.  They even missed the chance for some friction between Cass and Eugene after the latter was made the Captain of the Guard: Come on, you know that would’ve set her off!  Even the show questions this by Raps asking Cass what her end goal was in, I guess, the creators’ attempt at patching their mistake too little too late.  

Then there was the oh-so-important eclipse that we’re told nothing about until it gets here... besides that fact that it’s an eclipse.  The way the team tried to build it up through Zhan Tiri, you would’ve thought it was some cosmic magic on level with Avatar’s Sozin’s Comet. From what we could tell though, no, it’s just a normal eclipse.  That’s fine, but then why not explain more about it when everything else involving the sun and moon was amplified to some magical involvement?  

Thirdly, they brought the death incantation back: You know, that spell Raps was stupid enough to think she could control and then somehow randomly did for Varian because plot device despite it later being rendered pointless when the black rocks are then shown to be able to pierce through the amber just fine in S3, so Raps could’ve used those to save Varian’s father instead back when she had control of them?  That death incantation?  Yeah, suddenly it’s a bad thing again.  I could probably write a whole other post on these types of goofs alone, but I’ve been writing this for hours now and I’m almost to the end of it.

To wrap up this section, I will, however, admit that I liked some of the little things they included and would bring up later: I just wish they had done it more.  This is a method I call breadcrumb storytelling, in which a creator--for a specific moment--gives attention to something small that inevitably has a solid payback, often with the audience forgetting about it for a period only to resurface in their mind at the reveal.  One major point I’m talking about here was the use of the Moonstone shard.  Like many others, I actually did think they were going to show it as a sign of Cass’s slow destruction--that the Moonstone was a physical part of her and that by destroying it or overusing its power, it would inevitable destroy her as well.  It was a pleasant surprise to see the shard used as the key to defeating Zhan Tiri, and just how it was used.

Conclusion

So, did I like the series overall or not...?  Eh... I still find myself going back and forth on it.  What I hate about it, I hate with a passion, but the good parts that are there genuinely moved me. The things that worked wrapped up nicely and it was nice, but bittersweet to see the characters get their happy ending because it did feel pretty earned and you do feel sad to say goodbye to these people and this world you’ve become familiar with.  So I wouldn’t call it bad: I’d compare it to car that got totaled in a wreck and still somehow managed to flawlessly parallel park without any casualties after it flipped across the street.  It’s a mess, but I can still smile at it by the end of the day.     

[recurring-polynya]

I think it’s pretty evident by now that I am something of a connoisseur of Bleach filler. Like greatness, this is not a thing I have chosen for myself, it is just a thing that has been thrust upon me. And to that end, I need you to know that Bleach #147-149 is the template on which all other filler should be built. I love it. It’s perfect.

I’ve chosen to group it in with the Advance Team Filler, even though it really takes place during the early Hueco Mundo arc. There’s more HM filler much, much later, but it’s after the Cap’n Amagai filler arc, and I feel like this fits more thematically with the Advance Team filler. Also, all the other members of the Advance Team got their own episode and these are Rukia’s.

These episodes are everything I wanted #136-137 to be. One thing that I always want in filler is shitty bad guys who are way below our heroes’ usual standard. I get enough of Ichigo training and tapping into his inner strength during the canon parts. When I’m watching filler, I only want to see him whale on some throwaway villains. The Fullbringer Arc is not actually filler, but it has Big Filler Energy, and Zaraki killing that butler dude in half a second is the most gratifying part of it. 

So, let’s jump in:

We’re in Hueco Mundo, Rukia and Renji have just showed up in their sweet capes, everyone is riding around on Bawabawa. Runuganga, the huge sand dude they defeated last episode, shows up again (he’s made of sand, so he can never die, I guess?) Rukia tries to Second Dance him, but she’s standing on Bawabawa during the part of the attack where the blades go down into the ground, they go into poor Bawabawa instead and he freaks out (and then Renji scolds her, it’s beautiful). Runuganga then makes a sand whirlpool and the process of falling into it, Rukia falls off Bawabawa and gets separated from everyone else as they fall down into the ::Forest::of::the::Menos:: (end reverb)

Everyone in this filler is extremely stupid, but it’s okay, because it doesn’t matter, in fact, it is charming and hilarious. There’s some physical comedy of the Great Desert Brothers falling on Ichigo’s head, Ishida holds forth on Hueco Mundo flora, and literally like 10 minutes pass before Renji notices Rukia is gone and everyone’s like “Whaaaaaa? Rukia, whaaaaat?” They go looking for her, and once again, I cannot emphasize enough that Ichigo and Renji are just Jason-from-the-Good-Place level morons in this episode. Ichigo theorizes that perhaps Rukia is so light that she has been blown away and Renji is all aboard his idiot train.

So, where is Rukia, anyway? She lands somewhere else and immediately gets attacked by Hollows. She’s not really having any trouble holding them off when this dude in a stinky cape covered in Hollow skulls shows up and “saves” her. It’s like this guy saw Renji’s bankai capelet, and said, “this, but cocktail length with extra skulls.” He takes Rukia back to his bachelor cave, where he has cubbies full of mushrooms and a sweet kidou lamp he made himself. Rukia realizes he is a shinigami and yells “WHAT’S YOUR SQUAD?” at him a bunch. He takes off his mask to reveal that he is in fact, dreamy. His name is Ashido and he is Extremely Rukia’s Type, by which I mean he is tall, has spikey hair, and is not very bright.

We get a flashback of Ashido’s sad origin story: he and a bunch of his squad members followed some Hollows back through a Garganta and got stuck in Hueco Mundo. He figures that he can do more good exterminating Hollows where they live rather than trying to get home, so they stay there and fight Hollows until all his friends are dead. Oops. The very sexy Hollow Zorak skull he wears as a mask was in fact, the head of the Hollow who killed his last friend. He uses Hollow skulls to deflect ceros which seems… useful? And sort of made up? As he’s telling this story, the camera pans out and there are a bunch of graves? And he’s like, “I wanted to tell you this story in front of my friends so they could hear the voice of a shinigami again.” Rukia, of course, is like “Ahhhh cool cool cool cool cool cool, no doubt, no doubt” as if she doesn’t also have a hill of friend graves that she likes to pose in front of. He asks Rukia if they have noticed a decrease in Hollows in the Living World due to his efforts and Rukia refuses to answer or to make eye contact. He then observes that some weird crap has been going on lately, did something happen in Soul Society? and Rukia is like “So many things happen in Soul Society, it’s basically unknowable.” Rukia is my queen and president, I love her.

Asido then observes that some morons with too much reiatsu seems to be fighting nearby and attracting every Hollow in the vicinity. Rukia is like, yeah, they’re mine. As they head off in that direction, they get attacked by Hollows and Ashido relives his entire flashback again, but in negative colors. Baller move, Filler Episode.

Some other stuff has happened-- Chad and Ishida rode Bawabawa up a tree? Nel and her Fraccion got kidnapped by the Hollows whom Aizen has allegedly put in charge of the Forest of Menos? I feel like Aizen just said that to get rid of them, these guys are more like some over-enthusiastic Steelers fans you accidentally sat next to at the bar than actual villains. All this is slightly boring, except for two things:

1. Everyone has started treating Bawabawa like Lassie, where he goes “BAWABAWAWAWABAWA” and someone will reply to him like he’s a person, “Nel has been kidnapped? She’s stuck in the old abandoned well?” I love Bawabawa so much, I love yelling “BAWABAWA”, and I never once got sick of this gag, not even for a second.

2. As you might expect, the Forest of Menos is full of Menos. Hundreds of Menos. Pantsloads of Menos. You may remember a million episodes ago, when Ichigo still had Rukia’s powers, and he had to tie his sword to Ishida’s head in order to defeat a Menos. Those days are over. Menos are bowling pins now. Ichigo and the gang are just annihilating Menos. Menos corpses everywhere. Chad punches a Menos in the foot and it dies. I’m pretty sure Renji deflects a cero with his bare arm and then kills like 30 Menos who are standing in a line, which makes them very convenient to run over with Hihiou Zabimaru. Ashido has been down here for *hundreds of years* trying to reduce the number of Hollows, and it’s clear that the Karakura Kids + Renji could clear this place out in an afternoon and still have the energy to go Cosmic Bowling afterwards.

Meanwhile, Rukia and Ashido run into Ashido’s old nemesis, the Boss Hollow of the Forest. Ashido fights him dramatically for a while, and then he makes a bad deflection and the guy is about to hit Rukia, “RUUUUUKIIAAAAA NOOOOOOO!”, mantis skull flashback *again.*  And here is where this episode becomes next level, because Rukia goes to shikai and just goes ham on the guy, and you realize that she has been slumming this entire time. Ashido is a joke. He doesn’t even have shikai. Rukia is so much better than him and the only explanation for this is that she’s been letting him look cool because she wants to tap that. Ashido just accepts this, and I assume this is the point where they have mediocre Hueco Mundo sex.

We go back to the boys, who have defeated all the Hollows they could find and found the exit, and are fretting because they still don’t know where Rukia is. Then Rukia just walks up, “Hey guys, what’s going on in this thread?” They all start to leave when one of the Hollows from earlier comes back (you had ONE JOB, Ichigo, everyone else killed their Hollow) with 50 Menos. Keep in mind, based on earlier events, this would take Ishida like 6 seconds to take care of, but Ashido has to dramatically face them himself. There’s a hilarious bit where he turns back to fight the Hollow and Ichigo and Renji run right past him. He can’t even run fast. He’s terrible. Anyway, some rocks start falling and Ichigo and Renji get entranced by them (shiny!) and Ashido jumps past the rockslide to fight the Hollows and is therefore trapped and they have to leave him behind.

Back on the surface, Rukia takes a knee and makes a dramatic speech while Ichigo and Renji stand behind her like good wingmen and press F in chat. It ends with this:

I cannot see this without thinking about that part in Shrek 2 where Shrek says “I promise I shall repay you, unless I can’t find you, or I forget!” Especially because Rukia 100% forgets that Ashido exists and we never see him again.

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Glow Pt 2

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Our Thing

Happy Valentine’s Day, guys. Here’s one of the two things I plan on writing. I consider all of you my Valentine’s since I never have one, so here’s something before the clock strikes 12. 

Work Count: 2k

Warnings: Not yet proofread

“I don’t think this is a good idea.”

“What? Of course, it’s a good idea! I’m the king of good ideas!”

Voices bounced off of the walls of the Brooklyn apartment building as Chad and CoCo walked side by side to the apartment at the end of the hallway.

The snow lining the sidewalks outside were typical of mid-February, giving Tasha more of a reason to stay inside on the cold Friday. But her friend insisted she leave the dark cocoon she had created for herself in her apartment just across the water in New Jersey.

Valentine’s Day was the designated time of the year to celebrate love. Chadwick had a reason to celebrate, but CoCo could no longer say the same. After months of turmoil and emotional abuse, she was a single woman again and dreading the mere thought of loving someone else. So, she planned to avoid all mentions of love and relationships for the foreseeable future. Even if that meant neglecting tradition.

“Look, Chad, we can celebrate on the 15th! This feels so...weird.”

“We celebrate Valentine’s Day together every year. We can’t skip out this year.”

“I feel like having a girlfriend is the perfect reason to miss a year,” CoCo deadpanned as they reached their intended destination. She could practically feel the excitement buzzing from the other side of the door in the form of Toni Braxton’s greatest hits so far, and started to feel bad for the woman she’d come face to face with for the first time.

“Why miss a year when we can celebrate together? And you get to meet my lady for the first time. It’ll be fun.”

“Fun my ass,” Tasha mumbled into the thick scarf around her neck, earning a look from Chadwick.

“Wanna share that with the class, Miss Greene?”

“Knock on the damn door!”

A muffled feminine voice announced that she was gearing up to answer the door adding to the uneasiness in the pit of CoCo’s belly. She knew that if she was on the other side of this encounter, seeing a woman with her boyfriend on date night would insight a riot.

When the door opened to reveal the woman she only knew as Jay, she was more than shocked at what met her. Jay was beautiful. Her slim figure came with a few curves to compliment her height. She was graceful beyond compare and impeccably dressed, making Tasha feel incredibly bland in comparison.

“Hi, baby,” Jay sang as she wrapped her arms around Chadwick and went in for a kiss. If Tasha had rolled her eyes any harder, they would’ve fallen from her skull and rolled all the way back to New Jersey to beat her home. Catching wind of another presence, Jay offered a courteous smile.

“Oh, hi! Did he forget to give you a tip downstairs?”

“A tip,” CoCo asked, obviously offended and a bit confused.

“A tip for the cab ride. I know it was hell driving in this snow. Just let me grab my purse.”

Chadwick could see Tasha’s struggle to maintain her composure, her mouth opening and closing with words she couldn’t produce.

“You know what? I’m going home. Call me to let me know you got back to your place safely.”

“No, wait,” he exclaimed before grabbing Tasha’s elbow and pulling her back to her original spot despite her struggle to pull away. Noticing the commotion, Jay turned back to Chadwick and Tasha with her brows quirked in confusion.

“Am I missing something.”

“Nope. I’ll just take my tip and be on my w-”

“Jay, this is my best friend Tasha that I’ve been telling you about. Co, this is Jayme Dubois, my girlfriend.”

A brief and unpleasant stare off preceded a chipper energy shift as Jayme went in for a hug. “CoCo, how are you! I have heard so much about you.”

“Yeah well, don’t believe any of it,” CoCo forced out between fake laughter while she made faces at Chadwick over Jayme’s shoulder.

“I’ll keep that in mind. So, what brings you over? Do you have a date in this complex? I always knew white boy Rick liked Black women.”

“Actually, Muffin, I was thinking she could spend Valentine’s Day with us. It’s been tradition for us to spend the holiday together and we don’t wanna break it.”

“So you want Tasia -”

“It’s Tasha,” CoCo interrupted in the most obnoxious tone she could muster.

“Right...Tasha. You want Tasha to spend Valentine’s Day with us? Tonight? Even though this is a couple’s holiday? Couple as in two, mind you.”

“Yes, Jay. It would really mean a lot to me.”

Jayme looked between a visibly annoyed Tasha and the pleading eyes of her boyfriend before letting go of a long sigh and stepping aside to usher her companions for the night inside.

Tasha took in her surroundings and quietly marveled. Though small because what seemed to be standard in New York, Jayme’s dwelling was equal parts colorful and classic. Had she not started the interaction on such a bad note, Tasha would’ve complimented her on the statement couch that matched her ornate rug, but she kept it to herself out of spite.

“So since we have one more, what are our plans for the night, honey bear?”

Chadwick caught the slight scrunch in CoCo’s face and ignored it to refrain from explaining the embarrassing nickname. “Well, we can still go see Definitely, Maybe like you wanted, but instead of dinner in the park, Tasha got us a reservation at this really nice Italian spot in the city.”

“I called in a favor from work. It was no big deal.”

Jayme disregarded CoCo’s smile as she took a sip from her water bottle and sat on the arm of the chair Chadwick occupied. Her hands rubbed patronizing circles around his shoulders and back, forcing Tasha to look away to save the awkward moment.

“Well, it seems like you too already have this figured out, so I’ll just grab my coat. Do you have any more suggestions, CoCo?”

“Nooope.” Tasha sang the word through gritted teeth forced into a smile. Chadwick gave her a sympathetic look before helping Jayme into her coat and ushering each woman safely out of the building.

Tasha remained the front wheel of the tricycle, preferring to stay in front of the couple to refrain from looking like the unwanted third party. With every audible kiss and nauseatingly affectionate gesture, CoCo felt her heart tighten. It wasn’t seeing Chadwick with another woman that had her fighting back tears in the theatre. She needed the sight to push her feelings for him to the furthest corner of her mind. It was the pain of knowing that she had just detached from one of the worst situations in her life, yet wanted to be with him to cure the loneliness she felt.

If she had it her way, she’d cry it out until the work week resumed on Monday in the comfort of her own home, but continued to engage in the conversation when the moment presented itself to appease Chadwick.

In a restaurant full of couples, Jayme, Chadwick, and Tasha were the only threesome in the center of the establishment. Nervous energy characterized the silence left behind when Chadwick excused himself to the restroom, leaving the women in his life to avoid eye contact.

Relief came in the form of a stout waiter visiting the table to collect dinner orders. Without realizing that the order would be incomplete without the third member of the group, the women ordered traditional dishes and wine for the table.

“And the young man? What will he have?”

“Oh! Ummm, I’m not sure,” Jayme responded as she fumbled through the menu. “Maybe you could come back in a few minutes?”

“He’ll have the Parmigiana w/ Pasta, but please be light on the sauce. He gets heartburn from all the tomatoes.”

The waiter took heed of Tasha’s warning before walking away, leaving Jayme to burn a hole in the top of Tasha’s head while she sorted through emails on her cell phone.

“How long did you say you and Chadwick have been friends?”

“Since Fall 1996. So coming up on 13 years,” Tasha answered, looking up to find an indecipherable look on Jayme’s face. “What’s wrong?”

“I just - you know him so well. His favorite candy, where he likes to sit in the theatre, what he eats at certain restaurants. I don’t know if I can keep up.”

The process of finding the right words to assure Jayme, Chadwick returned to the table and unknowingly ended the conversation before it could truly begin.

“Never in my life did I think I’d have to stand in line to use the men’s restroom. I applaud y’all for doing that,” he complained as he took his seat. “Has the waiter come back for orders yet?”

“He did actually. Tasha got you Parmigiana w/ Pasta.” Jayme secretly hoped that Chadwick would reject the choice and ask for a second go at the ordering process. She was met with the complete opposite.

“Hell yeah!” His fist met Tasha’s across the table in his childlike excitement. “I love that shit.”

“Language, honey bear.”

“Sorry, Muffin.”

“Wow,” Tasha whispered to herself, unaware that the others around the table could hear her.

“Did you want to say something, Tasha?”

“Noooope.”

The table fell silent to give way to the idle chatter in the area around them. Chadwick looked between his girlfriend and best friend trying to find a way to get them to interact with each other cordially.

“So, Co, Jayme has been trying to get into basketball lately.”

“Oh really.” Tasha was clearly uninterested as she continued to read emails on her phone from weeks ago. A subtle kick underneath her table made her look up and noticed Chadwick’s non-verbal urging for her to at least pretend to care. “Which team are you interested in, Jayme?”

“I really like the Nets! Trenton Hassell to be exact.”

“Do you? Because he averages less than two points a game. There’s not much to like.”

“Trenton is your friend’s boyfriend right, Jay?”

“Does it matter now? Tasha basically called him a bad player.”

“Not bad, per se. He’s terrible. That’s a better adjective.”

“Oh-kay,” Chadwick interjected to end the escalating conversation. “Jay, how’s work at the fashion house going?”

“Ugh, it is amazing! We got some new pieces last night and they are beautiful. Maybe you could come browse one day, Tasha. Style can always use an update.”

“I consider myself more Maxine than Regine. Thanks though. I’m sure the pieces are nice.”

Tasha successfully contained her laughter at Jayme’s expression, feeling her first surge of happiness for the day.

Chadwick felt helpless as the night continued and each attempt at joining two of his favorite women ended in a snarky comment or shady look. Dinner provided a welcome activity that didn’t require group conversation, giving him the opportunity to cater to each woman. The longer they sat and contemplated grabbing cheesecake inside the restaurant or settling for ice cream on the way home, the more he could feel Jayme disconnecting.

“Muffin, do you want the strawberry cheesecake for here or to go,” he asked as she slid her coat from the back of her chair and collected her purse.

“Actually, I don’t feel so well, honey bear. I’m gonna head home.”

“What? So soon? We didn’t even get to dessert.”

Tasha watched Jayme put on her best “sick” face and gagged internally at Chadwick falling for the charade. Jayme was far from physically sick. If she was feeling anything, it was annoyance at the fact that her boyfriend’s best friend had spent the most romantic night of the year taking the attention from her.

“Well, let me walk you outside and wait for the cab to come.”

“Thank you, honey bear.” Jayme accepted Chadwick’s help into her coat, purposely ignoring Tasha until the last second. “Good night, Tasha. Maybe we’ll see each other for another occasion. Hopefully in a less...crowded environment.”

Tasha released a short chuckle before plastering on a fake smile, “Right. I’ll pencil you into my calendar.”

Jayme offered another fake smile and nod before leading the way out of the restaurant into the Brooklyn streets.

“I’ll pencil you in and the erase that shit. Fuck her.”

Time started to drag as she sat at the table alone, looking more foolish with three plates crowding her space than playing seat warmer for the world’s cutest couple. A glance out of the window gave her access to the tail end of Jayme’s departure. Her inability to peel her eyes away from the private moment showed her two things: Chadwick was far more interested in Jayme than she was in him, and she was clearly upset despite the kiss and hug she provided before disappearing into the backseat of her taxi.

Moments later, Chadwick took the seat directly across from Tasha and sighed.

“Go ahead. Tell me that you told me so.”

“I’m not gonna say that friend,” Tasha smiled. “All I’ll say is you’re gonna need one of these cheesecakes to go because mama is PISSED.”

“You think so?”

“Oh, I know so. But, I’m here to help with gift ideas to make up for this dumbass idea. And I ordered us dessert.”

Chadwick’s ear perked at the sound of a sugar rush to end a night full of terrible decisions. “Did you get the cookie thing with the-”

“The vanilla bean ice cream on top? C’mon now! You know me!” Without hesitation, the pair completed their signature handshake before sitting back in their seats.  “Sorry for ruining your date, Aaron. I’ll pay the tab as a peace offering.”

“Eh, don’t worry about it. I’ll make it up to her. You know there’s a reason she calls me honey bear.”

“Gross. Please, don’t finish that sentence. And what the fuck is Muffin? Are you a white TV dad now?”

Chadwick’s deep belly laugh at CoCo’s expense continued until their shared dessert was placed between them. Instructing Tasha to pick up her spoon, Chadwick began a pseudo-toast.

“To another Valentine’s Day spend together and many more to come!”

Their spoons clinked together in solidarity before the argument of who would get which portion of the cookie began, ending the most romantic day of the year the only way they knew how: together.

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favorite way to spoil their pokemon

Oooo! I like this one! I’m sure Admin Gio and I will have fun writing this headcanon!

Giovanni:

- It’s clear to anyone who has ever interacted with Giovanni knows that he has a favorite child Pokemon, and it’s Persian. 

- This man flat out refuses to let his pretty kitty stay confined within a Pokeball. 

- More often than not, Persian will be at his side or even on his lap, receiving precious ‘srittcha scrattcha time’. 

- Also, since this man is the King of the underground crime syndicate, you know that his Persian will be perched right up there with him, receiving all sorts of lavish gifts. 

- (Really… who needs a diamond-encrusted laser pointer and special dental treats imported from Kalos?)

- If he doesn’t enjoy your company, Giovanni will coax you into playing with his Persian. 

- In layman’s terms: Persian gets to use you as a scratching post if you piss him off.

- In short, Giovanni treats his Persian better than his own son… and that’s sad. (but same)

Silver:

- Silver wasn’t much for showing affection after leaving his father; so in the early stages, he didn’t really spoil his Pokemon.

- Sometimes he would yell at them less or not hit them, but that was it.

- (He’s working through his daddy issues, okay?)

- However, everything changed once enough people told him how much of a twerp he was being.

- After that, he made a conscious effort: he’d give some form of a compliment or two, awkwardly pet his team, and attempt to find their favorite berries.

- Though old habits are hard to break, and he’d go back to yelling and berating once more.

- But he wouldn’t dare to hit them again.

- In the end, his team sees that he’s remorseful in the end and that he’s trying to be a better trainer.

Maxie:

- Though Maxie isn’t the most affectionate towards… well, anyone, he does have a soft spot for his oldest companion, Camerupt.

- Regardless of whether or not he has the time, Maxie will set aside exactly one hour each day to brush and clean his Camerupt.

- (He would also count how many brush stroke and try to maintain a decent average for maximum cleanliness.)

- (Scratch that: he’d hum a tune and make funny little lyrics while his Camerupt huffs in enjoyment.)

- Even when others question him about it, he won’t admit his affections nor favoritism.

- Instead, he’ll just make up an excuse about not wanting to track dirt everywhere.

- But we know the truth, Maxie.

Archie:

- Saying that Archie is loud and obnoxious at times is an understatement; so of course this will spill over to how he’d spoil his main Pokemon: Sharpedo.

- When they’re not venturing the High Seas, he can, and will, wrestle Sharpedo when they’ re both raring to go.

- Also, races and diving competitions is a given.

- (This man is a powerhouse in the water..? Wtf?!?)

- Moreover, when they are on the clock, Archie will find time to let his sharky buddy explore the various bodies of water.

- (One time, he was stupid enough to let Sharpedo swim in the local swimming pool… It wasn’t a good time for anyone: patrons fled, Sharpedo got sick from the chlorine, and Archie got permabanned.)

- Lastly, even though he may seem like Fraternity’s worst nightmare, he still cares about his Pokemon’s oral health, oddly enough?

- ‘We gotta keep yer pearly whites clean, Old Blue!’

Cyrus:

- (I’m not gonna lie, Cyrus threw me a curveball, but Admin Gio narrowly caught it with his teeth.)

- A shock to everyone: Cyrus can actually form an emotional attachment to someone: his Crobat.

- However, because of his stoic attitude paired with his nihilistic viewpoints, it baffles everyone when he calls Crobat into battle.

- Though his ways of affection are unconventional (and nonexistent???), it didn’t stop his previously known Golbat to evolve. (somehow???)

- Anyway, I suppose that the secret about their bond will remain a mystery.

Ghetsis:

- Ghetsis is a garbage human being who doesn’t treat anyone right; this especially rings true for his Pokemon, namely Hydreigon.

- You’d think with his saccharine words about liberation would mean that he has the utmost respect for his partner… but no.

- Daily abuse: crammed into its Pokeball, only to be let out during battles, scolding and harsh punishments if it loses, deprived of basic necessities, you name it.

- The only ‘spoiling’ Hydreigon receives would be a slightly bigger portion of food, but that only happens when he sweeps a team (which given its condition, is r a r e).

- Hell, it even knows f u s t r a t i o n, a move that gets STRONGER when a Pokemon HATES their trainer.

- (And he calls N ‘the freak without a human heart’…)

N:

- ‘Wait.. whats spoiling?’

- The pure cinnamon roll that is N doesn’t ’spoil’ his friends…

- He l o v e s his friends.

- All of his Pokemon are, quite literally, members of his family: each and every one of them has special quirks and personalities, which N uses to figure out what they like to do.

- For instance, Zoroark, who’s like a brother to N, loves sweet foods and to get its long, red fur brushed.

- So, N will personally make sure his brother has enough treats and will take the time to detangle Zoroark’s fur.

- (Sometimes, he’ll even braid it!)

- Overall, N is such a giver to his Pokemon friends!

- (But… he needs to learn the word no at some point….)

Lysandre:

- Lysandre is all about that aesthetic, and so is his Pyroar.

- This boy will spend HOURS grooming his beautiful fur baby: we’re talking about brushing, clipping nails, picking boogers, flossing teeth, EVERY. LITTLE. THING.

- In turn, he also spends an equal amount of time grooming himself (same routine, of course).

- It’s all worth it, though, because they end up looking like brothers of the same majestic Pride.

- Also, forget about such childish things as toys and scratching posts: Pyroar is too regal for such commoner filth.

- (It would much rather spend its time sat alongside Lysandre, overlooking the petty nuances of daily life.)

Lusamine:

- Like Lysandre, Lusamine is all about that a e s t h e t i c, and how she.. 

- spoils her Pokemon… 

- reflects that….

-……..

- Okay, she freezes the Pokemon that she deems ‘perfect’.

- (It’s not ideal, but hey! Love comes in many forms…. I guess?)

Guzma:

- Guzma is like an older brother to many; and to his Pokemon, he’s basically a devoted father.

- He makes sure each and every one of his Pokemon feel wanted and deserving of love in the form of making them cheesy Christmas sweaters (its a tradition) and home cooked food.

- If any of his Pokemon get into a scuffle alongside him, you know Guzma’s going to be treating their injuries first, no matter how insignificant it is.

- He has personally raised all of his beloved buggy bois from when they were hatchlings, so he knows them like the back of his hand.

- Take his relationship with Golispod, for example: those two are like two peas in a (Golis)pod!

- (Hell, Golispod’s the one that came up with the signature Team Skull hand signs, yo!)

- In short, Guzma is a dork and we all love him.

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Rohan’s backstory

Beware that the read more option may not work, both in the app and in the computer

History in the TAS world: when Robyn and Hannah were on their their honeymoon at the canaries, they’re left stranded during a sea trip on a seemeingly unreachable island, not before being brutally shot by who turns out to be the last drowned agent, who received the order from Fuli to terminate Scarlet and Bullet, or every member of team ceartais in case of failure of the “snow day” attack. Robyn survived thanks to her healing factor, but Hannah died from blood loss. Robyn was distraught, but when she went to hug her, the steel blood nanites interacedt with each other and instinctively merged to repair Hannah’s damage. This triggered a literal merge in robyn and hannah’s bodies, who then waked up into one being. At first being shocked, the two wives managed to separate each other and kept living on that island for seven days.

During those days, Robyn and hannah couldn’t resist being separated, so, once per day, they decided to fuse together for a few hours and then separate back in fear of being stuck into one. This led to the discovery of unkown abilities from both girls, secrets and stuff being kept hidden due to a mental link and hidden traits none of them were aware of: for example, robyn became more romantic and loving than she usually was, hannah discovered she got her sight back and could control whether she went blind or not and, most importantly, both hybrids became fertile. Unfortunately, said secrets the couple held were discovered during the links and once a day, Robyn and Hannah would end up having arguments and fighting with each other, before apologizing temporarely. On the fifth day though, after so much time considered impossible to bear for normal beings, Robyn and Hannah understood that their fusion (whom they nicknamed Rohan by combining their names) and all the troubles thew went through didn’t divide them, but kept them united more than ever, since none of the two ever gave up on the other; they apologized permanentely that day and promised to never lose love and hope for each other and the world in general, even at their darkest hour.

That same day, a small comet splashed into the water waking up the girls. Since Hannah was too tired from everything she went through to check, Robyn went into the water and picked the melon sized rock. After smashing it to check if there was anything suspicious, she noticed six colored fragments popped out of the rock and got all of them in her hands at the same time. What happened next could be described as raw immense energy flowing rapidly through Robyn’s body. Robyn squealed with horror and she would have been disintegrated if Hannah hadn’t woken up and run in her help and fused once again into rohan to stabilize the immense energy. It didn’t take long for them to figure out those were fragments of the infinity gems, since they wathced the recent marvel movies and got informed later about their story on the internet (despite never reading any comic book related to them) which granted them even more superpowers than before. After the fusion, the girls managed to handle easily the fragments while being separated and fused. What they couldn’t understand was why all the six fragments dropped by them out of all the living beings in the universe.

The seventh day their killer returned with the local police, trying to get rid once and for all of the superheroines; unluckily for him, Robyn and Hannah thought out a plan when they saw him arrive and managed to trick him and reveal his assassination plot and allignment by using the mind fragment. The criminal was taken into custody and the zootopian police was allerted. Robyn and Hannah then went back home and were greeted by all their friends and family, who heard about them being stranded for a week immediately after the capture of the criminal. The next days, Robyn and Rannah decided to meet in secret and train with their newfound powers and form and agreed to reveal everything at the right moment.

The right time came the year later when Nick organized a memorial evening for the anniversary of the “snow day” attack being foiled, but also as the anniversary of his parents’, Robin sr and Marian Wlde, death. After Robyn and Hannah gave a speech about how tragic the wave was, but nobody never lost hope against such a disaster, they fused right in front of everybody. Everybody was shocked, but not as much as hearing what happened at the canaries, about their infinity-based powers and about Robyn and Hannah keeping the secret and training their new abilities in secret for about a year. After Rohan answered everybodys questions about her, she finished her components’ speech by saying that as a gift for everybody who loved them, cared about them and would never stop, she would have made something impossible; then she snapped her right hand and the whole universe was engulfed by white light for a second. After the snap, Rohan fell unconcious to the floor, unable to move and intangible, but at the same time everyone discovered what the snap did when robyn’s dead siblings, Ryan Ronan and Reginald materialized in front of them from a small whirlind of dust, then Robyn’s grandparents came along materializing in the whirlind, followed by Hannah’s eponymus grandma, Little John, and old family friend, the former mob boss Mr Big and his guard Koslov and ,in the end, victoria todd, the biological mother of robyn’s sister luna. The snap had taken back to life everyone who died between the incursions of the underworld trio, from the last days of the wave disaster, all in perfect health, having aged as if nobody died and with full memories of what happened. Unfortunately, rohan was still unconcious and immaterial and the only way they could carry her was through an electrostatic box invented by their old friend Olivia which was able to catch all the molecules. They brought her to the mayor office believing it woud have been a safe place.

After nearly eight hours, Rohan started to show signs of recomposing and gaining her conscience back, she would have been back in ten minutes, but unfortunatelty, there wasn’t time to celebrate, as a giant rift opened in the sky above the city hall bringing out a giant starship. Everyone knew that sign was no good and instinctively hid Rohan, hoping no one would find her until she was back. After a few seconds they hid her in the boiler room and squadron of eight green, strange looking aliens smashed into the roof inside the mayor’s office. They identified them as skrulls: alien mutants who could camouflage themselves as any other living species and mimic superpowers. The drop team was lead by a skull called Kl’RT, although he wanted to be called Super Skrull; he claimed to be in search of the fragments of the infinity gems to rebuild the skrull empire and bring glory to it. Nobody knew what was the green leader talking about and remained silent, but when the super skrull mentioned that six fragments dropped into that dimension and listed some of their abilities, after hearing one of said powers was to bring back to life anyone with a snap, everyone (especially Robyn and Hannah’s friends, Kodi, Kion, Olivia and Alice and Robyn’s sister luna) immediately connected the dots and locked the door, while managing to fend off the skrulls; unfortunately the skrull were no match for them, beating everyone and leaving them unconcious, except for Robyn’s mother, Judy and Hannah’s mother, Skye, who they wanted to use as a bait to lure their daughters out.

Meanwhile, Robyn and Hannah found themselves into a strange world composed by a large speck of marble and some ruins, greeted by six spirits, each one colored as the fragments. Those spirits identified themselves as the infinity gems, leaving the married couple astonished for two reasons: 1) they couldn’t believe something tecnically invented could exist, 2) they discovered to be invented charachters from a fictional universe themselves by talking to the spirits. The most important discovery though was why they had basically all the power in the universe, or the multiverse after their discovery of multiple dimensions: in another universe, a group of the most powerful superheroes called the Illuminati, formed by six powerful superheroes of the marvel universe: Iron Man, a genius playboy philantropist millionare turned hero, namor, king of atlantis and the sea, Mister Fantastic, leader or the fantastic 4, Professor x, protector of all mutantkind, Doctor Strange, the sorcerer supreme and Black Bolt, king of the inhumans. They used the gems, wielded by Captain America, the first avenger, to avoid the collision of their universe with a parallel one, but since time ago it was declared the gems could not act together this led to the destrucion of all the gems, especially the time gem whose fragments were scattered through time. In the end Robyn and Hannah learned that the fragments couldn’t find a better possessor over time, but then the infinity spirits found them: during the time of the wave, they were living in a corrupt world, on the brink of collapse, where everybody lost itself, but not them; Robyn and Hannah stayed true to themselves despite all the madness such a disaster could bring, had the power to go through such a situation for so long, they lost loved ones, their minds were torn, but they never gave up, neither stopped loving each other and, literally, they had superpowers. Those feats were more than enough for the spirits to consider the two hybrids worthy. And that was why Robyn and Hannah had the powers of infinity. They thanked the spirits and those greeted the wives back, claiming they could have changed everything. Then they started gaining their concioussness and physical form back.

When they woke up into Rohan, she felt a giant headache and then she heard the scream of Judy and Skye being held. She ran out of the boiler room, only to find everyone lying numb on the floor, except Judy, Skye and the skrulls. Kl’Rt debreifed them about the situation and ordered them to hand him the gems. He was unfortunate not to know he shouldn’t have messed up with the giant hybrid: rohan seemingly gave in, asking for her mothers to be freed; the request was fulfilled, at the terms that Rohan should have gone with the skrulls. As Rohan started advancing to the leader, she quickly started a fight with him, punching the green baddie in the chest and breaking his ribcage; the other skrulls quickly dropped into the fight only to have their ass handed by rohan, one with subdued by rohan’s fighting skills, the other six soldiers were killed, each one by a different power of the fragments. The Super Skrull was not willing to give up and plummeted onto her enemy, seemingly gained the upper hand, until Rohan reunited the fragments into a single gem on her fist and punched it against the super skrull, this time though Kl’Rt was invested by a surge of energy he couldn’t contain. As Rohan kept pressing, the skrull’s body kept flowing energy within, at the point it couldn’t contain anymore. Rohan finished him by blowing his body and soul up. The explosion also blew up the roof of the city hall, but, fortunately, no one else was harmed. The helicopters with the journalist were quick to arrive on the scene when they saw the explosion and started asking questions to rohan. Thinking about what the spirits said, Rohan deicided to take a risky gamble: tired of hiding secrets and knowing said secrets would have been discovered afterwards by die-hard conspirationists, Robyn and Hannah unfused right in front of everybody, revealing to the whole Zootopia their secret identities, their fusion nature and told everything happened inside the city hall: from the drop squad breaking in to the leader blowing up. They clamied to have done so because they felt zootopia needed to know the truth and didn’t want to cover up everything with some half-assed excuse. The only thing they didn’t give away was their companions secret identities, which were safe… or so they thought.

Over the next week following the skrull assault, zootopia was torn in two: the politicians wanted to declare superheroes and superpowered mammals illegal, while the public fought in rallies, protests and riots standing by their thought that zootopia didn’t need control, nor order, but just to be safe and free, no matter who protected them, also chastising the governement, calling it corrupt, unfair and old. While there were tensions inside the wilde family and their friends, everybody did their best to comfort each other, especially Robyn and Hannah, who received the most hate. Nick was not willing to give up on her daughter despite all the accuses against him, but every attempt to calm down the city was vain. But suddenly, a chance of redemption popped up: unbeknownst to everyone, the skrull that wasn’t defeated by Rohan by the power of the infinity fragments, silently escaped on the ship (which was invisible the whole time) and this time he brought back up: another alien race, called the kree. The two armies broke in the middle of a protest, capturing everybody: men, women, politicians, normal people, kids; then, they called in a massive ship/orbital cannon, capable of destroying an entire planet. The skrull threatened Rohan to come out and surrender, otherwise he would have erased the city from the planet. Rohan was trapped: either she went there and die for the whole city or she would have fought at the risk of losing many innocent lives. Believing she runied the city and everyone’s life, in the end she did come out and was ready to die for who she loved and seeking for redemption. She waved goodbye to her family and friends and she faced a public execution, where there kree leader, Ronan, blasted her to smithereens with his hammer.

The skrull then went to pick up the fragments, gloating over his revenge and claiming to be the only true keeper of the universe; but the infinity spirits had decided: Robyn and Hannah were the only worthy to keep all that power. They immediately rejected their impostor and reformed Rohan form the ashes; this time though Rohan was determined to end to skrull threat once and for all. she called in her allies: the famous team ceartais: andraste, spitfire, roar, the mage and yurei (respectively Luna, Olivia, Kion, Kodi and Alice), the ZPD, the MCB and the task force Camelot; no matter who the enemies were or what others thought about her, she was going to end everything.

After a long 10 hours battle, Rohan, ceartais and their allies finally defeated the skrull/kree army, not without casualties: almost 50 percent of the city was dead. Ronan, the kree leader, though was not willing to lose against a bunch of animals and in an act of rage, he activated the cannon at full power: he wanted to wipe out the whole planet if he couldn’t conquer it. When the cannon fired, every hope seemed lost, but rohan, uncapable of giving up and now unwilling to let everyone die, concentrated and unlocked the full power of the infinity fragments enetring the infinity state: she had all the powers in the universe and could have been able to alter the whole structure of the universe itself; after nullifying the cannon’s beam, she completly erased the cannon itself out of existence; then, after facing ronan one last time and killing him when he cheated and attempted for his loved ones lives, she brought back from the dead everyone who died in the recent skirmish and recreated back the entire city: every building that was knocked out or demolished during the wave or the skrull/kree invasion was fully rebuilt. Then Rohan passed out again, falling unconcious and incorporeal, this time only for two hours.

When she woke up, there was her family celebrating her victory, alongside almost the rest of Zootopia; only a few mammals still distrusted her. But soon a problem came out: the energy emitted by Rohan in the infinity state started to give superpowers to random citizens, no matter if they were rich or poor. To solve this problem, Rohan asked for a super’s therapy centre to be created, so that powered mammals could be able to control their powers to fit better into society, without class or power differences and for who wnated to become a superhero. She also asked for every super that would come to be registered as an ally of the zpd, but able to fight free, without law many restrictions. At last, she said that every super was free to mantain it’s secret identity if he or she wanted. Every request was taken with joy from everyone, aside the opposers; that same day team ceartais followed Rohan’s example and revealed their secret identities to zootopia, without fear. Wether this situation was good or bad it’s still discussed today, but two things were for sure: Robyn and Hannah did indeed change everything and even if the alien threat was defeated, many other villains would come out to take the fragments for themselves or for other villanous purposes and those bad guys weren’t just some vigilante level threat: they were superpowered and even came from other universes. Things had to changes so Rohan’s and ceartais’ arsenal grew up, combining the latest tech with the infinity powers, while staying true to their vigilante nature.

In the end, since the “revival” (how the skrull/kree invasion, their subsequent defeat and the revitalization of Zootopia was dubbed) Rohan, despite being a fusion has gained full full rights and it’s considered a civilian just like everyone, Robyn and Hannah are recognized as superstars, just like their teammates, but even with all the fame, the two hybrids live a fairly humble life with their eight children, while also protecting zootopia and other dimensions from evil forces.

for who is intrested in the main bio here’s the link

[shankss-magnificent-ass]

Unadulterated Crack Part 21

Pairing: Thorin Oakenshield x Reader

Word Count: 1,159

warnings: Being mean to Fili, Pranks, Fluff

A/N:I have no idea where I was going with this chapter, but here have it anyway.

— Part 1 — Part 2 — Part 3 — Part 4 — Part 5 — Part 6 — Part 7 — Part 8 — Part 9— Part 10 — Part 11— Part 12 — Part 13 —Part 14 — Part 15— Part 16— Part 17 — Part 18 — Part 19 — Part 20— Part 21 —

   All of you decided that you would wait two weeks before putting anything into action, and the three of you had to teach Tauriel the fine art of passive aggressive pay back. She caught on quickly, and some of the things she came up with were ingenious. One evening Dwalin stumbled upon a strategy meeting between the four of you, his only comment was, “Nothing good will come of this,”. As he watched on the couch as the four of you plotted Fili’s torment, you distinctly heard the words, “Poor bastard will never see it coming.”

       When the two weeks was over Fili did in fact not see it coming, and by it, you mean the bucket of cold water that a perched precariously over his door. When the bucket landed on his head, Fili was only half awake, and barely even reacted, he just turned around and went back into his room to change his clothes, and to dry off, much to Kili’s disappointment.  You all watched this happen from around the corner and down the hallway, Kili mumbled, “Shoot I thought that’d get him.”

    "I mean it’s a classic, but mainly just an inconvenience, plus there was no one around to laugh at him.“ You said.

    Thorin huffed, "The problem was that water wasn’t cold enough, and that he was not awake yet…and that no one was around to laugh at him.”

    "Good try sweet heart.“ Tauriel cooed and kissed Kili’s forehead.

   Next up was Tauriel’s prank, it was a good one, also very classic, she covered his bedroom floor with fragile crystal goblets full of wine. You and Kili helped of course, but the two of you mainly felted more wine and cups for her.

 Unfortunately for her, Fili has a basic understanding of weight distribution, and just carefully walked on top of them without breaking a single glass and flopped onto his bed and passed out. 

   Next came Thorin’s prank, it was simpler but more aggressive, he went into his nephew’s closet and took ever single left boot in there, and put all of them on top of Fili’s four poster bed where he could see them, but not reach them. It was successful and Fili ended up walking around for the rest of the day with only one boot on, but it only worked for a day, Fili borrowed a spear from the guard posted down the hall, and knocked them all down. 

Next day was your prank, you put glitter in all of Fili’s socks, shoes, and every single pocket in every piece of clothing he owned. Your prank made it easy to find where Fili was, all you had to do was follow the trail of glitter. Fili does not know it, but he will never be rid of that wretched glitter, and will be finding it for years to come. Although he did rather enjoy throwing it in the air whenever someone made a stupid comment or irritated him even slightly. Which meant Thorin would occasionally come home dusted in glitter, and not very happy. 

After about two weeks straight of making, or attempting to make Fili’s life an absolute Hell Dis caught on to the game and put a stop to it. She broke into the room you guys were using to plan and prepare each prank, during a skull session. She literally kicked down the door, waltzed in, pointed a finger at you and said, "Knock it off, you have better thing you could be doing with your time that are constructive.”

    The look in her eye was sharp, treacherous, and frigid as a glacier, she meant business, and wasn’t fucking around. All of you looked at each other for a moment, and without saying a word you collectively decided this wasn’t worth risking Dis’s ire. The four of you started to clean up the room while Dis watched from the door way like a mother forcing her children to clean their room. As you and Tauriel burnt the papers that had plans scribbled on them, Tauriel said, “well at least a few good things came out of this experience.”

    You looked up at her from the fire and asked, “What would those be?”

    She chuckled, “well we learned we work well in a team as long as we have a common goal, Thorin actually called me by my name, we also bonded over this,” pausing briefly before adding, “Kili, you, and I grew closer as well,  we had loads of fun, and I learned to be passive aggressive.”

   You mused, "Those are all good things indeed, although me managed to piss of Dis in the process. I think it’d be wise to possibly get to know her when Thorin and Kili aren’t around; They can be kind of a bad influence on us.”

    "If by bad influence you mean fun, then I concur.“ Kili huffed, as he packed prank supplies into a box.

Thorin grumbled, "I guess we’re both bad influences on each other, ay Merlar (supreme love)” kissing you on the top of your head before carrying the box he had been packing to the hallway.

    Dis sighed, “I’m glad you were bonding and spending time together, but doing so to torment another family member is not productive, or nice. Maybe next time we can all spend time together as a family?”

    You admitted, “Not to mention Thorin and I should probably start planning for the little one, they’re growing so fast,” rubbing your growing bump with one.    Dis looked dazed as she said, “And they’ll grow faster and faster, and next thing you know they’re grown and getting married, and having their own kids,” she quickly snapped out of it and hugged both Thorin and Kili.

    Thorin growled, “I’m not your child, I’m older than you.”

    "I know, but you’re finally settling down with someone, and having kids! I’m just so happy for you,“ Dis cried into her brother’s shoulder, at least the part she could reach.

    Thorin shrugged, "I know I know it’s been a long time, and you finally get to be an aunt like you have always wanted”

    Dis looked over at your stomach, and begged, “Please be a girl though, I don’t think I can handle raising another boy, ya here?”

   After the planning room was cleaned out, Dis made the four of you go and apologize to Fili, but he didn’t seem to really care. He was not mad at any of you, he quite liked having the glitter, and requested more of it.  Fili looked dead tired, which was a little concerning, he stood near Thorin and asked, “How did you do this for all those years and then help amad raise us afterward, and be a blacksmith?”

    Thorin asked, “Are you delegating tasks adequately?”

    "You mean I can do that?“ Fili exclaimed.

    Thorin laughed, "Well yeah, but I’m going back to work tomorrow so your load will lighten significantly.”

— Part 1 — Part 2 — Part 3 — Part 4 — Part 5 — Part 6 — Part 7 — Part 8 — Part 9— Part 10 — Part 11— Part 12 — Part 13 —Part 14 — Part 15— Part 16— Part 17 -- Part 18 — Part 19 — Part 20— Part 21 (here)—

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[umbrellahimbo]

EPILATES | CHAPTER 1

a/n: hi, i’m the author, my name’s kon, and i just vibe here. probably will never do my account, but that’s a sidenote. what i wanted to say is that this story is basically about a super powered girl who does her own thing. will i ship her? maybe. we’ll see how this goes. will i write action scenes to the best of my ability? sure thing. will i provide angst? yep. will i portray characters correctly? i damn well hope so. will i be hitting sore, and triggering, topics? yes. if that makes you uncomfortable, here are the topics i will be discussing, just as a heads up out of respect for you all: violence, s*icide, gore, death, ab*se of many kinds, v*mit, and a variety of others that I WILL PUT IN THE TITLES OF CHAPTERS AS A WARNING. also, this is posted on quotev.com, by a similar handle of @dieggos. without anything else to say, here’s chapter one. (i’ll make a masterlist and link it here later; i have no idea how people code and all of that to have their cute little next buttons. if someone could teach me, i’d love that). kon out.

[ now playing: back in black - ac/dc ]

        They should have talked when she told them to.

        The woman, as described by many, is a wraith. The Wraith. She doesn't hesitate to do what needs to be done, and the populace knew it. But she never killed- or, well, at least, if she could think of another way to stop them. Like, for instance, now, where she has a man pinned to the floor, her knee to his spine and his arms in a tight lock across his pack, fists tucked in between his shoulder blades. The other three men, all dressed in black sweatshirts and jeans with ski-masks over their faces, were hanging from shadowy tendrils, their wrists clasped tightly together in the tight grasp of the shadows. Their feet don't touch the floor, suspended, waving as they attempt to touch the ground again, but it's futile. She's much stronger than they are.

        Her spandex is tight against her skin, and every movement strains against the flexible fabric, the tightening of her muscles and the lift of her legs or arms. Her mask sits across her face neatly, and her deep bronze skin is completely hidden by the attire she chose, though her raven black hair falls down her shoulders, despite the black hood attached to her spandex being pulled up. Many precautions had been taken to make sure she wouldn't be found out, especially by the police and the idiots that do things like this. She's decent at it, to say the least, especially since under the mask, she's a well known detective.

        She sighs, tugging the mask off the man she has pinned. She sees him through eyes that aren't her own, but the eyes of her shadows, and determines that he is no one she recognizes- a white male, with deepset brown eyes with the deep purple half moon bags under them, and messy blonde hair. He looks like he's seen better days. "Now, I have a question for you." She keeps her tone low and seductive, the sexy nighttime vigilante that everyone imagined her to be. "Where's the money that was in the safe?"

        The man shakes his head, spits on the floor. "I don't know."

        "I don't believe you."

        "I swear, I-"

        She moves his arms in the slighest bit, causing him to whimper. "I think you know exactly where it is."

        "No, no, I don't, I swear!" he pleads. He's struggling against her tight grip, trying to slither away from her as if he were a worm, but she was a hawk, and he wasn't going to escape from her talons. "I- We don't know about any safe."

        The shadow looks up to the man's companions shaking their heads quickly.

        "Then why are you here?" she hisses through clenched teeth.

        "This guy's got valuables, man! Shit ton of gold." His Adam's apple wobbles as he swallows, fearful of what's to come. Not that she was known to kill, but breaking a few bones would most definitely hurt. They knew that they were no longer in fear of their life- unless, well, they crossed paths with the Kraken, of whom she saw time to time, and found to be quite sloppy when it came to keeping his identity a secret, seeing as the entire police force knew him by name and waved to him whenever Eudora brought him in- but instead in fear of the darkness that she wielded like a blade, the threat she held to them in so many other ways, whether it be through media exposure, broken bones, missing teeth, and so forth. She was, as many people called her, a wraith. "We were thinking that maybe we could have some for ourselves." He looks sheepish. "We aren't exactly rich."

        She eyes him carefully, listening to the tone of his voice. Authentic enough, so he was likely telling the truth. "Unfortunately for you, a crime was still committed here, with criminal intent. Which means...." She stands up, yanking him to his feet and letting the shadow tendril wrap around his wrists. "...you're still going to jail. Hope you look good in orange, jackass."

        It doesn't take her long to watch the police cuff them regularly from her vantage point on a rooftop, though now she has a companion, who insists on tossing his knife into the air with one hand while the other arm rests across his legs. She doesn't speak, and nor does he, but they have a sort of solidarity. She knows who's under his mask, though, even if he has no idea who's under hers. In many ways, it would be a bad idea to tell him who she was. It would let him know that she's been lying all these years, that she had superpowers that she was trying to keep hidden from the world, and so much more. Not that he would care about the latter, just the former. He wasn't someone who trusted easy.

        Finally, he speaks. "So what exactly do those shadow things do?" He asks this almost every time. And it's always in that snarkish tone, the tone that suggests that it's obvious that no one would know such a thing.

        His voice was deep, and gruff. Confident in himself. She didn't hate it. Most voices caused her head to throb, because they spoke too loud, and her senses were in much more use due to her not having the ability to see. But his wasn't like that. It was calmer, because he didn't try to talk over people who weren't there, and his words are carefully spoken. As if he was talking to someone without a disability. She can't understand why some people assumed that just because you were blind, you were suddenly also deaf and spoke even louder. It's one of her greatest pet peeves- but he didn't know she was blind as the Wraith. Though it wasn't like he didn't speak to her the same way when he crossed her path when she was doing her detective work.

        "Whatever I want them to." She replies. She answers him the same way every time, with the breeziness in her voice, the sigh that follows, the crossing of one leg over the other. At this point, she isn't sure what he expects her to say.

         Her shadows have since dissolved, and where he was likely looking over the city with it's glowing lights and cars rushing under them, the people walking back and forth with hunched shoulders and hushed whispers, she could only see darkness, overwhelmed by it. Though most people saw her power as a gift, it came with it's fair share of drawbacks, and her lack of ability to see was one of them. 

        He lets out a quiet huff. He's irritated. He's expected more. She can tell that he's close to her, but not so close that she would be too bothered by it. "Do they kill for you?"

       It's the first time he's asked that question. No, he usually leaves it at her typical response. She wonders what's changed. "If I wanted them to, they would." The truth tends to bring more people comfort than lies.

        Shifting, concrete against leather, then the pat of his feet against the rooftop. A single step- he's gotten up. He would probably end up leaving, to go mop floors and eat and sleep. She herself would probably continue to stay out until the early morning hours, but only because she wouldn't be able to sleep with all the nightmares threatening to crush her skull and awaken her.

        "You're a scary chick."

        She nods. That's something she got a lot.

        "Glad you're on my side, then."

        She frowns, then looks in the direction of his voice. "Were you worried I wasn't?"

        "No." She didn't know whether she believed him or not, but he continued to speak. "If you weren't, I don't think I could stop you. But I would damn well try. So I suggest you keep to the good side of things."

        A laugh passes her lips. "Oh? And why's that?"

        "Because I'd rather not have to die trying to kill you." The toss of the knife through the air, then the whoosh of it being thrown. At what, she isn't sure, but his footsteps quietly follow in it's direction as if he's going to retrieve it.

        "Don't piss me off too badly and we won't have an issue, now will we?"

        He scoffs. "Seriously? You think I'd piss you off?"

        "With your track record, I'd think you'd managed to piss off everyone in this city." Her voice holds a lightly teasing tone, but despite it being a joke, it is true. His name has made it onto the list of hitmen and gang members, though she isn't sure if he knows that or not yet. Not that it mattered. He had an incredible knack for throwing those knives of his, and she figured he would think of her warning as an attempt at a partnership neither of them want. He isn't much of a team player, and neither is she.

        "Thanks."

        "I'm just telling you the truth." She shrugs, casting her gaze ahead of her. "What you do with it is up to you."

        It's a few moments of silence before he finally says, "Good night, Wraith."

        "Good night." She murmurs, a deep frown crossing her features as his footsteps sounded behind her. Their disappearance tells her when he leaps off the side of the building.

        It's about time she had a drink.

[starcourtscream]

STUDY    :   LYDIA MARTIN.     taken from @ashenbled​

—    basics.

▸   is    your    muse    tall    /    short    /    average ?

lydia’s  5′3″  !

▸      are    they    okay    with    their    height ?

yes,   it’s   another   perfect   excuse   to   always   be   wearing   designer   heels.

▸     do    they    spend    a    lot    of    time    on    their    hair     /    grooming ?

110%.   lydia   takes   pride   in   the   way   she   carries   herself,   always   making   sure   she   looks   perfect,   like  she’s   ready   for   a   fashion   photoshoot.   her   strawberry   blonde   hair   is   always   styled   in   long,   loose   waves  /  curls,   slightly   teased   at   the   roots   for   volume   &   she   doesn’t   go   anywhere   without   wearing   makeup  :  eyeliner,   mascara,   blush,   lipstick,   tinted   lip   gloss,   nails   done  &  painted,   the   whole  thing.  she   enjoys   being   pretty   &   she   knows   she   is.

▸      does   your   muse   care   about   their   appearance   /   what    others    think ?

she's   got   beauty   to   a   science.   people   are   superficial   creatures   &   looks   matter   if   you   want   a   social   life.      she   likes   being   the   most   drop   dead   beautiful   girl   wherever   she   goes.   it’s   a   source   of   confidence.      she’s   highly   aware   of   every   detail   from   her   pageant   queen   smile,   tone   of   voice,   the   swish   of   her   hips   when   she   walks,   which   emotions   she   displays   or   not.   lydia   is   a   perfectionist   &   knows   presentation   is   everything.   when   you   have   a   reputation,   you’re   going   to   have   attention   on   you   &   people   judge.   she   also   keeps   her   banshee   identity   a   SECRET  ;   the   last   thing   she   wants   is   for   anyone   to   think   she’s   crazy.

—    preferences.

▸      indoors    or    outdoors ?      both ▸      rain    or    sunshine ?  sunshine ▸     forest    or    beach ?      both ▸      precious    metals    or    gems ?      gems ▸     flowers    or    perfumes ?     flowers ▸      personality    or    appearance ?      both ▸     being    alone    or    being    in    a    crowd ?     being   alone ▸     order    or    anarchy ?  neutral ▸      painful    truths    or    white    lies ?     painful   truths ▸ science    or    magic ?     both ▸      peace    or    conflict ? depends ▸     night    or    day ?     night ▸      dusk    or    dawn ? dusk ▸   warmth    or    cold ?     warmth ▸     many   acquaintances    or    a    few    close    friends ?      a   few   close   friends ▸     reading    or    playing    a    game ?      reading

—    questionnaire.

▸      what    are    some    of    your    muse’s    bad    habits ?

she   pushes   herself   too   hard.   if   she   fails   to   meet   a   specific   goal   or   feels   she’s   falling   short   or   underperforming,   she   takes   it   hard.   she   has   a   good   heart   &   can   sometimes   be   too   accommodating   for   people   who   don’t   really   care   about   her,   but   simply   use   her   for   whichever   benefits   they   can   &   she’s   aware   of   it   but   it’s   her   way   of   connecting   with   them   even   though   she   knows   she   deserves   better.   deep   down,   she's   lonely.   she’s   the   queen   of   emotional   repression.   faking   smiles,   looking   pretty   &   withdrawing   or   self-isolating   when   she’s   hurt   isn’t   the   best   coping   mechanism   but   again,   she   has   to   be   looking   perfect   and   she   doesn’t   like   showing   vulnerability.   she’s   not   ghosting   even   if   she    seems   to   be  ;  she’s   highly   emotional   &   protecting   everyone   from   hurricane   lydia   ---   especially   when   her   psychic   abilities   are   amplified   &   off   the   charts.

▸      has    your    muse    lost    anyone    close    to    them ?      how    has    it    affected    them ?

two   people.   jackson   whittemore   was   her   first   love.   he   was   the    captain   of   the   lacrosse   team   at   her   old   school   &   they   were   the   IT   couple.    they   had   their   table   at   lunch   only   the   elite   could   join,   they   were   goals   at   school   &   at   lydia’s   parties   and   lydia   was   happy   to   make   a    public   display   of   her   love   with   glittery   signs   at   lacrosse   games   &   the   way   she’d   light   up   around   him.   they   both   shared   dramatic,   passionate   alpha   personalities   and   complimented   each   other    almost   perfectly,   but   while   there   was   plenty   of   love   between   them,   lydia   &   jackson   had   their   share   of   arguments   and   drama.   lydia   found   herself   feeling   invisible   around   even   her   girlfriends   receiving   more   attention   than   her,   feeling   sidelined   &   hurt.   jackson   took   his   anger   out   on   lydia,   blaming   her   for   personal   issues   &   things   she   had   nothing   to   do   with   and   he   became   explosive.   jackson   mistreated   lydia,   one   day   breaking   up   with   her.   after   asking   for   the   key   to   his   house   back,   he   called   her   the   deadest   weight   in   his   life.   to   her   face   &   humiliated   her   in   front   of   everyone.   since   then,   lydia’s   had   trust   issues   &    she’s   been   afraid   of   getting   close   to   people.   she   keeps   her   feelings   to   herself   and   won’t   say   she   loves   people   even   if   she   does.   she   doesn’t   expect   anything    more   than   casual   physical   relationships   &   it’s   colored   her   perception   of   love   by   making   her   cynical   &   self-protective   because   of   how   deeply  it   hurt.   she   won't   let   herself   believe   anyone's   capable   of    loving   her,   only   objectifying   her   or   hoping   to   achieve   popularity   by   association.   she   gets   used   to   that    jaded    mindset,   keeping   her   emotional   distance.   

lydia’s   grandmother,   lorraine   martin,   was   murdered   at   the   hands   of   a   corrupt    orderly   in   a   psychiatric  facility.   she   was   also   a   banshee   &   the   only   family   member   who   truly   understood   her.   lydia   felt   alone   navigating   her   own   psychic   abilities   because   of   lorraine’s   absence.   her   supernatural   transition   wouldn’t   have   been   so   traumatic   if   she   had   someone   to   help   her.   instead,   she   immersed   herself   in   mythology   to   figure   it   out   alone   &   tried   to   maintain   her   sanity   through   nightmarish   premonitions   and   chilling   synchronicity   with   heightened   intuition.

▸      what    are    some    fond    memories    your    muse    has ?

nights   out   with   her   friends   in   california,   shopping,   skating   at   the   roller   rink,   nights   on   the   beach   watching   the   waves   and   collecting   seashells   for   jewelry,   bonfire   parties,   basically   everything   before   the   supernatural   turned   her   world   upside   down.

▸     is    it    easy    for    your    muse    to    kill ?

supernaturally   ?   yes.   a   banshee’s   scream   carries   an   otherworldly   frequency   &   she   can   amplify    her   voice   until   her   sound    waves   can   reach   a   fatal  volume.   this   can   send   dark   entities   into   oblivion,   rupture   blood   vessels   &   even   shatter   human   skulls.   however,   banshees   are   harbingers   of   death   ---   not   monsters.   lydia   would   only   kill   to   save   someone   she   cares   about   or   herself.  

▸      what’s    it    like    when    your    muse    breaks    down ?

she’s   withdrawn,   spacy,   glassy   eyed   despite   her   poised   exterior.   she   becomes   quieter,   colder   &   snaps   easily.   she’ll   ghost   everyone   to   process   and   try   burying   whatever   she    feels,   looking   for   distractions   even   if    they’re   superficial   &   unhealthy.   she   pretends   she   isn’t   affected   by   anything   when   she   actually   cares   a   lot   &   she   seems   like   she’s   not   quite   all   there.   she’s   defensive,   secretive   and   cries   in   solitude   but   she   has   a   strong   sense   of   pride   &   tries   not   to   show   the   slightest   crack   in   her   perfect   illusion.

▸      is    your    muse    capable    of    trusting    someone    with    their    life ?

 absolutely   not.   she   doesn’t   even   think   she’s   a   priority   to   anyone.   this   isn’t   low   self   esteem  ;  she  just   knows   how   fickle   people   can   be   &   she   refuses   to   waste   precious   time   idealizing   anyone.   the   thought   of   anyone   being   loyal   or   coming   through   for   her   ?   lol,   next   joke.   she  doesn’t   expect   to   be   anyone's   second   thought,   but   that's   okay.   she's   a   fierce   warrior   queen,   a   badass   bitch.   lydia's   far   from   a   damsel   in   distress,   she   looks   out   for   herself.  .

▸      what’s    your    muse    like    when    they’re    in    love ?

she   doesn’t    say   it,   but   her   sweet   side   is   more   visible.   she   makes   herself   available   with   any   excuse   to   be   with   them.   she’ll   go   along   with   anything   even   if   it’s   not   exactly   her   style,   spend   even   more    time   on   her   appearance   to   have   their   attention   &   it’s   in   her   eyes   when   she   lights  up   around   them.   she’s   just   as   secretive   about   how   she   feels,   too   dignified   to   assume   or   label   anything   but   she   wants   to   be   in   their   orbit.   she’s   tuned   into   their   frequency,   like   a   psychic   bookmark   &   thinks   about   them   a   lot.   she’s   especially   compassionate,   pays   extra   attention   to   them.   at   the   same   time,   she   can   be  more   cautious   &   skeptical   because   she   doesn’t   want   to   let   anyone   hurt   her   again   but   her   smiles   are   less   painted   on   &   more   natural.   she   keeps   it   casual   but   she's   !!!!!   heart   eyes   af.   she   will   show   otherworldly   loyalty   &   she   would   tear   an   interdimensional   rift   through   time   and   space   for   them.   she   would   die   for   them.

tagging :     ━━━━    steal   it   &  tag   me   !

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His Heart Swells (And His Chest Constricts)

Summary: His heart is swelling, as if it's about to fly into the heavens. His heart is beating with such strength as if it wants to burst out of his chest (an all too tight a cage, barely able to keep his maelstrom of emotions contained).

Note: basically a self-indulgent one-shot of 1.3k words about Tsuna and Feels. That's it. That's the whole fic.

WARNINGS: So Self-Indulgent (I Don't Even Have Words), May Actually Be The Most Self-Indulgent Thing That I've Ever Written So Far (I Didn't Even Think That Was Possible).

Disclaimer: I don't own KHR.

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When Tsuna's understanding of his own feelings and his perception of the concept of love shift, it is all too quick, all too jarring- an impact that leaves him dizzy, nauseous, out of breath; it leaves him choking on a lump in his throat, fighting tears and the feeling of lead heavy in his stomach.

Ten years into the future and fighting an enemy who apparently conquered the multiverse isn't the time or place to have such a revelation.

For a moment, it appears as if it would get him killed in his hesitance, in the sudden shaking of some of his foundations

Except, he realizes, not all of his foundations were shaken.

His heart is swelling, as if it's about to fly into the heavens. His heart is beating with such strength as if it wants to burst out of his chest (an all too tight a cage, barely able to keep his maelstrom of emotions contained).

He shudders from the strength of the emotions.

That is when it all clears, just as suddenly and just as strong as his emotions; his vision, previously murky, swimming in and out of focus, barely letting him make out any shapes, turns into a sharp and clear focus.

His ears fill with static, a faint tremor travels along his hands, and he stares straight into Byakuran's eyes.

It is all so clear, so obvious, how could he not see it before?

His flames ignite that day, and take a living being's life.

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He doesn't regret it.

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Enma stumbles into his life, a muted shade of red, voice quiet and falling over his own two feet.

He reminds me of myself, Tsuna thinks.

With each and every new information Tsuna learns about Enma, an 'oh' reverberates in his mind, knocking loose musings he never knew existed.

Tsuna's heart stutters in his chest. Is that what it is? The feeling one gets when their screams into the void are answered? With a commiserating cry and a silent sense of camaraderie?

I thought many time of running away, Tsuna remembers Enma telling him.

I'm not going to become Decimo, Tsuna tells Nono.

Let's run away then.

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Injuries are nothing new to them, Tsuna knows this, but it doesn't stop him from worrying, doesn't prevent his heart from screeching into a halt after he hears Gokudera on the other end of the line.

He is dizzy, vision blurry, and throat dry, but he stands.

He doesn't remember the trip to the hospital, doesn't remember barging into the room Yamamoto was in.

But he remembers how Yamamoto looked lying in bed, how his blurry vision snapped into focus, how his mind whirred and tripped over itself with the thoughts whirling inside.

He stares ahead at the door to Yamamoto's room and decides, cold and hot at the same time, to change his response to Nono.

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Enma attacks him and his friends. Enma takes Chrome. And Tsuna follows.

Tsuna takes the offer given to him by the old man to upgrade the rings and he follows.

His steps are shaky, his limbs stiff, there's a lump in his throat, and he's blinking tears out of his eyes. The metaphorical knife embedded deeply in his gut twists.

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With Deamon gone, the issue with the Shimon is resolved nicely. Chrome is back. Yamamoto is healthy. Enma doesn't want to oppose Tsuna anymore.

Tsuna cries.

Tsuna cries, relieved and shaken, hurt and worried, still feeling the phantom pain in his gut.

Enma reaches him. Enma touches him. His pain slips away, his shoulders sag, his breath rushes out of him and his tears continue to spill, silently.

Tsuna clutches at Enma and refuses to let go.

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The Arcobaleno Representative Battles punch a hole in his delicately-held together confidence.

Reborn and Skull refuse to ally, and Enma gives him a sad, sad look.

(He though they put it behind them, the conflict, the fighting against each other. But apparently, the universe has decided not to give him a break.)

Mukuro is on another team. Hibari is on yet another team. Chrome is ill.

Tsuna is lost, for a while, then stitches himself back together, with thin threads barely holding.

It is stupid, arrogant, entitled of him, to believe that he and his friends will always be on the same side, on the same team. Creating a strong front against all enemies.

He is stupid; of course the others have more important things than him to attend to, of course the others won't necessarily rate him as high as he rates them, of course-

An arm slips around his shoulders, a light-hearted laugh travels to his ears, a weight comfortably settles against his body. It's Yamamoto.

Their eyes meet, and Yamamoto gives him a smile, smaller than his usual smiles, more genuine. Gokudera shouts at Yamamoto as is his habit. Reborn lands lightly on his head. The Shimon come into view on the road, on their way to school as well. Enma catches his eyes and waves at him.

The threads holding him together tighten, strengthen. The weariness tugging at him vanishes.

He smiles.

(It is alright. Things will get better.)

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(He'll make them get better.)

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Tsuna doesn't realize he grew into the habit of slipping his arm around Enma's shoulders until after Enma is taller, broader, and Tsuna can't comfortably do it anymore.

He is struck with this knowledge after his arm moves of its own accord to slip into the crook of Enma's arm; after Enma tugs his arm, bent at the elbow, closer to his body, bringing Tsuna closer, securing him to Enma's side; after Enma tilts his head to look at him and give him a small smile, fond, and not at all surprised.

Oh, Tsuna stops breathing.

Oh, his heart beats furiously.

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Tsuna fantasizes sometimes, about the people around him, he wouldn't deny it.

He fantasizes about Enma the most.

His mind tugs at his desires, pulls his wishes together, weaves a tapestry of his hopes, presenting him with images that make his heart want to burst out of his chest.

In his mind's eye, he sees Enma, soft and sleepy, curled up on the bed; he sees Enma in the kitchen, smiling, making tea; he sees Enma in his office, strolling in with an excited air about him, tugging at him, insisting he leave the work for a moment to spend time together; he sees Enma, sprawled on the couch, arms wrapped around him as they bask in the peace and quiet.

His heart is weak, and his mind bows to his wishes, he wishes he has the power to make these dreams a reality.

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(And if he has fantasies of another nature, slipping into his mind in the quiet night, burning him with a different kind of desire, then it's his business.)

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Scenarios play out in front of his eyes, how to approach Enma, how to tell him, what will Enma say in response.

He dreams of gathering his courage.

Especially in a situation like this, where he wants and wants, and the opportunity presents itself almost served to him on a golden platter.

Enma smiles at him, eyes half-closed with mirth dancing in them, lips pulled up in amusement.

He huffs, and fights back tears of frustration.

He had never thought Enma would broach the topic of marriage with him.

The topic of arranged marriage.

Granted, Tsuna has yet to tell Enma that he completely shut down Timoteo and anyone else who suggested 'favorable matches' between Tsuna and members of other families.

"I'd marry you." It slips out of him, spontaneous, treacherous, and Tsuna clamps his mouth shut, forcibly pulling his lips up in a mockery of a smile, a feeble attempt to hide his shock, his fear, a plea for Enma to not notice Tsuna heart lodged in his throat and the tears about to overflow.

Enma's smile widens, "Was that a proposal? If so, then it's a strange way to do it." Enma leans forward, the smile slipping from his face, his eyes serious, and he cradles Tsuna's face between his hands, he whispers, "I'd like to marry you as well."

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End.

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My Review of Neo Yokio (Spoilers!) Episode 2.

Reviewing this show episode by episode so you don’t have to watch it!

Episode 2.

So, this episode starts off with a basketball game at Neo Yokio’s version of Madison Square Garden. Their home team, the Knickerbockers, which is actually the longer name for The Knicks is playing. Of course, Kaz is sitting court-side at this game because he’s rich. And even Kaz and Charles have an exchange about how great this is because the writers have to rub his money in our faces. Then we get a national anthem performance by the city’s “global ambassador,” Sailor Pellegrino (not so subtle Sailor Moon reference. We even see that she has a cat later in this scene!). Her performance brings some of the team members to tears and Kaz also comments about how great it is. The announcers announce that Kaz is also in attendance for the game that night and shows him on the big screen, presenting him as the city’s most eligible bachelor. And of course because of this status, Sailor Pellegrino sits next to him. Although Pellegrino sings like an opera singer, her accent sounds southern but very forced and satirical like they’re trying to make fun of southern people. They both tell each other about how exciting each other’s lives probably are to which Pellegrino replies that she’s just a “humble pop star from North Cackalaka...” According to Urban Dictionary, this is a nickname for North Carolina but of course, since we’re not using the real names of anything, they changed “Cackalaky” to “Cackalaka.” Also, she brought her cat to basketball game. Is this allowed? Did she get away with this because she’s a celebrity? She invites Kaz to a party but he says he’s going with Helena St. Tessaro, a famous fashion blogger from the 1st episode. We then get a kiss-cam scene because every time we have a comedic show where characters are at a game, there must be an awkward kiss-cam shot like in Modern Family. And of course, because clichés, the guy is pressured into the kiss and though he acts like he doesn’t want it, he sure does like it. And we get a cliché anime nosebleed that indicates that all the blood in his body is rushing to his face and...you know where else. And this kiss is applauded with ovation and confetti because they’re that important to the city.

In the next scene, we get a classical score from Bach as a barista preps coffee for Kaz and his friends because fancy rich kid activities require classical music every 5 minutes, as does this entire show (and this complaint is brought to you by a New Yorker who likes classical music). Kaz’s friends are confused about him wearing a tux to a casual outing that day for a black and white tux ball that isn’t happening until that Friday. Kaz rambles on about how a tuxedo is a living thing that just can’t be yanked out of storage, it has to be reintroduced into society slowly... Yeah, I don’t get it. Rich kid insider, maybe? His friends think he’s crazy and when Charles mentions that Helena will like it, his friends disagree, noting that his kiss with Sailor Pellegrino went viral and she probably won’t be too happy with that. Mr. #1. bachelor blows it off, basically giving us that “player’s gotta play” shtick. Lexy says Pellegrino’s wack, Gottlieb says she’s talented despite her music being for “corn-puffs” and Charles informs them that she’s sold a billion albums. Really? Not even The Beatles, Michael Jackson or Madonna have sold that many albums. After hearing her performance during the game, I don’t believe she’s sold that many either. When the sun casts light on Kaz’s tux, they inform him that his tux isn’t black, it’s blue and Charles confirms this. This becomes the most pressing and serious issue of the entire episode. And from out of nowhere, his arch rival, Arcangelo comes out of nowhere to bust his chops about it. Aunt Agatha then comes to pick him up for a mission as Kaz complains about his suit. 

They arrive at Neo Yokio’s version of the Metropolitan Museum of Art where Aunt Agatha greets her friend, Maxwell whose nervous about hosting the black and white ball. He’s mostly afraid that demons will try to attack the event. Aunt Agatha assures that Kaz will be there to secure the event. Kaz inspects the museum and finds nothing. They then come to the most prized piece there, a jewel incrusted skull named The Love of God by Damien Hirst (which is a real-life work of art) Maxwell fears this particular item would attract demons the most because demons apparently, can use diamonds to transform and magnify their powers. It’s also, according the Kaz, the best work of art in the world (everyone is entitled to their opinion, I guess). Kaz inspects it and finds that it’s demon free. This is such obvious foreboding and lazy writing. Do they really want to give away that this skull will become possessed? Because spoiler alert! It does! -Loud sigh- 

Kaz calls Helena, her father informs him that she’s in the hospital because the exorcism caused her to become dizzy and fall down the stairs. Kaz gives his condolences and offers to visit her with a gift of a...wait for it...a big Toblerone! The 2nd infamous Toblerone reference! Helena’s mother tells Mr. St. Tessaro that the snacks are ready (3 rice balls and some other stuff) and in a really strange and awkward fashion, he tells Kaz that he has to go...because the snacks are ready. Like the writers made a point of making it seem like his snacks are so important. So much cringy writing. 

Kaz visits Helena with the big Toblerone. Instead of asking her how’s she’s doing, the selfish, self-absorbed Kaz asks her about his suit and asks if it’s ok to wear to the party. She tells him that it doesn’t matter and that she’s not a fashion blogger anymore. According to her, the exorcism changed her. She tells him that fashion is a commodity. Kaz is infuriated by this and tells her that fashion is a “glimmer of hope” in the word. Right, because a sweat shop in the 3rd world country is a glimmer of hope to a starving child who needs a job--a job where they’ll be paid prison wages and will probably die due to the unsafe conditions. The nerve of this pretentious prick! Helena tells him that the black and white ball is a “vapid celebration of capitalist values” and “a grotesque display of wealth.” At this point in the show, I started thinking that this show and all its ridiculousness was supposed to be a satire/social commentary and this was the beginning of a turning point in the show where we begin seeing characters commenting about the problems with the 1%. She tells him that she’s boycotting the party and that he belongs there with all of those snobs. Kaz gets angry, takes his Toblerone back as thunder clashes against the sky outside of the window in dramatic defiant fashion. Damn, this scene did a really great job of displaying how incredibly vain and selfish rich people can be, Kaz pointedly. And it took a defector of 1%er culture to bring this issue to our attention. However, in the midst of things, this isn’t enough to save the show and paints Kaz as a terrible person. Aren’t we supposed to be rooting for him? Because I, personally, am not on his side. 

Kaz takes off in a cab, telling the cab driver to take him “anywhere but here” cliché. Sailor Pellegrino appears on the screen in the headrest of the cab in a commercial about how great New Yokio is. Y’know, the way the cab is designed makes it difficult for me to believe that in this same world, the end of 14th street is under water and we have humans piloting robot butlers. Oops, spilled the beans on Charles, didn’t I? Kaz decided to contact Pellegrino to take to the ball because of course he does. She’s over the moon for this and says yes. He asks the cab driver if he think it’s ok to wear his midnight blue tux to the ball and he says he wouldn’t. He asks the driver to take him to Bergdorf’s. As the cab swings around into a U-turn, Kaz slides across the seat into the door because no seat-belts. The salesclerk sees him in his tux and remarks that he looks like an animal before rushing off to take care of this fashion emergency. Lexy and Gottlieb show him their tuxedo masks (2nd Salior Moon reference in this episode) which Kaz thinks is too flashy. They disagree saying that they’ve deserved the right to look flashy and Kaz tells them that since he’s the most eligible bachelor in the city, he doesn’t want to wear a mask and that he’s taking Pellegrino. Lexy’s against this because she just moved to the city and she doesn’t even know what a “chopped cheese” is. Any and every low-income New Yorker knows what this is and there’s a video that speaks about how ignorant hipster gentrifiers “discovered” this sandwich even though it’s been around for ages. I feel as though the writers forced this in there because they heard that it was such a big deal but it’s clear that these characters don’t care for or understand low-income city culture and neither do the creators. Also, what did Lexy and Gottlieb’s families do to reach their social class? This is never explained and they seem very underdeveloped.  

Arcangelo appears and of, course, he’s in the fitting room adjacent to Kaz’s because they need to an exchange to develop (or not) their rivalry. Kaz asks Arcangelo if he lives there seeing as though he’s always there. I found this funny because they seemed to breaking the forth wall a bit. Arcangelo says he wishes he lived there and Kaz replies “me too.” And for once, we get a second where they’re not being dicks to each other. When Kaz tells Arcangelo that he’s taking Pellegrino to the ball, Arcangelo tells him that she’s only taking him because he’s topping the bachelor charts and that he’s a one-hit wonder but Arcangelo’s coming for his #1 spot. 

There’s a scene where Kaz is taking a bath and asks Charles to play one of Sailor Pellegrino’s songs... I’m eclectic but I still don’t believe she sold a billion albums. Aunt Agatha calls to tell Kaz that he has to work security and he regretfully informs Pellegrino of this. She tells him that she grew up in a trailer with her mother who had 3 jobs and that she has no problem with Kaz working at the ball. This was an interesting exchange. We learned more about her in a second than we’ve learned about any other character on the show. Kaz scopes the room for suspicious activity and finds none but happens to see his rival chatting it up with Pellegrino...and he tells her that he’s wearing a midnight blue tux...to Kaz’s fury. He confronts him, Arcangelo tells him that midnight blue is in style and that he’ll take all the credit for it. He calls Kaz “neo riche” and Pellegrino who’s insulted by this tells Kaz’s blond rival that there’s nothing wrong with being “neo-riche.” Arcangelo calls them two hillbillies and tells them that they were made for each other before leaving them. Paparazzi then snap photos of him, complimenting his suit. Helena shows up to the ball in her hospital gown (forced to attend by her parents) to protest. Kaz is embarrassed and asks her to get down. 

Kaz leaves the party to find that the Damien Hirst skull is missing. He then finds Pellegrino in the gallery, supposedly lost. She tells him that everything’s going to be ok and her reassuring tone apparently, turns Kaz on and they share a kiss. He spits out a diamond. And surprise, surprise...she turns out to be the demon that possesses the skull. -Bigger sigh- In another shitty voice-over, she tells him that she hates the city because of the upper-class and that she’s there to destroy it. A fight ensues. There’s an undertone that Pellegrino has had to struggle to attain her success because she grew up poor and she hates what she’s seen as she’s become a part of the music industry. Of course, none of this is explained, it’s all implication. I wish this was explored more because it would bring a lot of depth to her character and add more to the satire that I thought this was supposed to be. But no...lazy writing and undeveloped characters... During their fight, they enter the paintings in the gallery which kind of reminds me of a Loony Tunes move scene where Bugs Bunny was being chased through famous art pieces. I wonder if this was a specific reference to this or they just thought’d it’d be funny. Because I really like this idea but I think it could have been executed better. Demon Pellegrino catches him trying to camouflage himself in a painting against a midnight blue sky (since he’s actually wearing a black tux, he doesn’t blend in) to which he curses Arcangelo for pressuring him into not wearing it. As if wearing the midnight blue sky would have saved him. Pellegrino captures him in lightning bondage and he slices the skull in half with his own powers. Kaz mourns Pellegrino’s death commenting “alas poor Sailor, a pop-star of infinite elegance.” That’s actually part of the episode’s title. Wow...after all that, that’s all he has to say?

Kaz returns to the ball. The salesclerk comments about his suit being ruined, Arcangelo laughs at his misfortune, Lexy tells him that he warned him about dating out-of-town girls, and Helena, who has the last word tells him that thought she wasn’t the worst dressed at the ball after all. Kaz storms out of the room. 

Stray Observations

-The word “elegant” is way overused. 

-I’m beginning to think that either Toblerone is sponsoring the show or the creators are addicted to the stuff. Also, some big Toblerones of that size sell for over $100 so yeah, it sounds like a rich kid snack. Also, how does one person consume a Toblerone? Does one take weeks to finish it?

-Still no references to Japanese culture in Neo Yokio aside from Helena’s mother making Japanese food and Sailor Pellegrino’s casual use of the word “ichiban” meaning “number 1,” which feels out of place because it seems like no one in Neo Yokio speaks any Japanese other than the use of anime trope words and we’re going to see a tiny bit more of this in future episodes. 

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Motionless-Pt.14/?

Bucky x Reader, OC’s

Summary: What Albern wants Bucky to do, is definitely not easy. No matter he decides to do, everyone will be hurt in the process.

Word Count:  2,733

Warnings: Language, character injury, depression, angst, manipulation, there’s no rape but Albern makes unwanted touches, unconscious reader

A/N: Bucky’s POV. First of all, sorry if my translations are crappy. And yes I’m evil and apparently enjoy causing everyone large amounts of pain. This part was tough for me to write and the next one isn’t going to be easy either. But let me know what you think! What do you think Bucky’s going to do?

If there are any mistakes, I’m sorry. 

The days were piling up on top of one another. I tried to get back into the groove of things, but all those activities included Y/N. She was fucking everywhere. Where I slept, ate, even when I was taking a fucking shower, I could hear her singing in the bathroom. I could feel myself slipping out of my own body and sinking back into the darkness I once knew. Blocking out everything around me and just letting them drag me into the chair.

I watched as the straps were locked into place, my chest began to heave as the headset fell forward, clamping itself around my face. Electrical shocks few through my head, down the length of my body. I couldn't do anything but scream and convulse in the chair. Figures began to fade in and out, crowding around me. Stalking me as if I was their prey. They lashed out at me with bloody faces, missing limbs, crushed bodies, oh god, bodies everywhere. Laughing at me, taking control of the switches on the dashboard, hiking up the pain level.

Everyone I’ve killed and murdered were all laughing at me, pointing at me. I tried to break free, but strong hands only held me down. Blurred faces shouting at me, ignoring my pleas and cries for them to stop. A strong fist came down on my face, causing me to jerk awake and shove away the figures from me. I managed to land a right hook of my own.

“Fuck!”

“Holy shit, man! You okay?”

“Steve, that’s most definitely broken.”

“Don’t care, Buck? Bucky? Focus, just focus on my voice. You’re in the tower, HYDRA doesn’t have you, you’re fine.” Eventually, the room came into focus. I was on the floor, breathing heavily on my back, shaking. I slowly lifted my hand, the knuckles were severely bruised and bleeding. Blood. Red. I slammed my hand back down, not wanting to look at all the blood.

“I have to look at his hand, Steve, it looks pretty bad.”

“Not yet, he’s still stuck. You go over there now and he’ll do something he’ll regret.”

“Shut up! He’s talking!”

“What language is that?”

“Russian, some German. He keeps saying he’s sorry, that he can’t. Steve, he’s telling them to stop.”

“Stop what? Nat, telling them to stop what?”

“To stop hurting him.” I kept seeing all the faces of the families I tore apart, watching the life leave their eyes. They kept asking me why I was hurting them. I told them I was sorry. That I never wanted any of this. They cried out as I put a bullet in their head, a knife through their gut. I fell to my knees, crying, screaming at them I was so sorry, but that I had to or they were going to hurt me.

“Fuck, I’m going to regret this.”

“Tony, what-” Next thing I knew a loud shot fired beside me, it was about to fire again when I grabbed the source with my left hand and squeezed.

“FRIDAY, do it, lowest setting please.”

I jerked up when a shock of electricity flew up my arm, releasing my hold on it. I blinked rapidly, my head hurt, my hand hurt, even my fucking eyes hurt. What the hell? I rubbed at my eyes, groaning as I moved my right hand.

“Hey, it worked! Welcome back, Frosty.” Tony? What? I blink up at the man beside me, his gauntlet was on his hand with dents the shapes of fingers. I turned my head and there was a good sized hole a few inches from my face. When did that get there? Did I put that there? No, I couldn’t have, it was smoking. Then it clicked.

“D-Did you just fire at me with that thing?” Tony smiled.

“Yup. Bruce, I think you can look at his hand now.” Bruce? What? The doctor came up and knelt beside me.

“Let’s sit you up. Slowly though.” He helped me lean against the wall as he gently grabbed my right hand. I cringed, it didn’t look too good. What did I hit?

“Still got a mean right hook. You sure you made the right choice of not taken’ up boxing’?” I glance over at Steve who was giving me a bloody toothy grin. His nose was broken, already put back into place, but he looked completely unfazed by it.

Bruce spoke up as he finished wrapping my hand. “The swelling and bruising should go down in a few days. A couple broken fingers, but you’ll heal up fast.”

“Thanks, Bruce,” Steve said, as the doctor stood up and stood by the others.

“What the hell happened? Why are you guys in my room?” Everything came into focus now. I was sitting on the floor, still partly tangled in my sheets. Tony’s gauntlet was now resting off to the side and basically, everyone was standing in my bedroom still clad in their pajamas.

“Well first of all Frosty, you were screaming. FRIDAY informed us saying that you were in distress and she couldn’t get through to you. Then you punched Steve, mumbling in Russian, I shot you, FRIDAY shocked you, and here we are.” Tony explained, getting comfortable on the couch off to the side. Clint and Nat sat down beside him, while everyone stood.

“Bucky,” Steve moved to sit beside me, “you were saying you were sorry. What were you talking about?” I inwardly flinched.

“I don’t want to talk about it, Steve. It’s just,” I sigh, just really wanting this whole other nightmare to end, “everything the other guy did. This whole,” I gesture around the room, “thing. The fucking HYDRA asshole situation isn’t helping.”

The room fell silent, everyone quiet, thinking about their lost team member. “We’ve got no new leads, Steve. It’s been days and nothing. I can’t sit around like this every day. It’s like a fucking cat and mouse game.” No one spoke a word until Steve stood up.

“Well, let's go over everything again. Look further into (brother’s name) plan and history. We’ll order in and just keep looking. But you,” Steve pointed at me, “need to at least get some rest. I don’t care what you say if you want to bash that fuckers face in, then ya gonna need to get your strength up. If that bitch is gonna die, I want him to fucking feel it first.” Everyone gawked at Steve.

I just laughed, standing up and gripped his shoulder. “You’re Brooklyn’s showing, punk. I don’t think the others are ready for that yet.” Tony was the first to speak up.

“Who the hell are you and what have you done with Steve!?!” Everyone laughed.

“Holy shit Cap, you’ve been holding out on us.” Clint laughed, Nat’s face stayed the same, but a hint of amusement clearly filled her eyes. Steve just shook his head.

“Let’s get to work.”

Everyone eagerly agreed, the food was ordered for the team and everyone got set up in the common room, hoping that something would pop up. Anything.

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It was another two days until a new piece of information came through. Tony was busy with FRIDAY down in the lab going through the tech they pulled from Friedrich’s lab when one of the monitors began to blink. It didn’t take long until Tony had everyone down in the lab, standing in front of the piece of technology, one that was pretty much rubble at this point. FRIDAY hooked it up to the big screen and a room came into focus, then a figure walked in. I stood stalk still. Radiating off pure hate, arm calibrating and calibrating like nuts when I saw those beady little eyes make their way across the room and land on me.

“Ah, we finally meet, at last, Sergeant Barnes. I now understand why my brother and Dr. Zola took great interest in you.” His hands clasped behind his back, a grin happily plastered on his face. “And I see the rest of the great Avengers are with you as well. So it makes my job a little easier.”

“So what, no introductions? Rude.” Tony snarked from the side.

“No introductions are necessary, Tony Stark. I am well aware you already know who I am. Considering the amount of work you have done so far.”

“Как вы узнали Золу? Как узнал твой брат?” (How do you know Zola? How did your brother know?) I knew he was loving the attention and waiting for me to snap. FRIDAY translated for the rest of the team, but I didn’t care. I needed answers.

“Он работал в Red Skull, и мы очень много восхищались его работой много лет.” (He worked for Red Skull, and we very much admired his work for many years.)

“What does it have to do with, Y/N? Where is she, Albern?” Albern just casually crossed his legs and completely relaxed on the chair. Knowing full well he had control of this situation and rubbing it into my face.

“Ah Sergeant Barnes, Y/N has been such a willing and most patient participant for me. She is strong and will do very well for my plans.” I took a quite relieved breath, she was alive, that’s what mattered. That she was alive.

“Where is she?”

“Demanding, I like it. So different from when you submitted to Dr. Zola, Rumlow, and Mr. Pierce so beautifully.” His grin widened. “Yes, I know all about that. All of us know about that. Although it was nice at the beginning, we decided it was the perfect time to act.” Albern was staring directly at me. I felt as if I couldn't breathe, as all the pieces came together.

Steve must’ve noticed my reaction because he was at my side in seconds flat. “Bucky? What does he mean by that?”

“He knew.”

“What?”

“This whole time, he knew. When I proposed to her on the roof. At Tony’s. He knew! How could I not have known, Steve?! He had eyes on me this whole fucking time!” Everyone else was a mix of emotions, anger, devastation and frustration.

“Я собираюсь убить тебя, когда я возьму тебя за руки!” (I’m going to kill you when I get my hands on you!) I struggled against Tony and Steve as they held me back. All I wanted to do was reach into the screen and snap his neck and feel the life leave his body. Albern amused by the situation, but the aura he gave off made me feel sick.

Like a predator stalking his prey, he leaned forward, eyes never leaving mine. As a dark, slow smile made its way onto his face. “There he is. Now we’re ready to talk.” Without looking away, the sound of a door opened and a gurney was wheeled in as he stood up. There was a form on the gurney, in a thin hospital gown. Their face was turned away, but I wished it wouldn’t be here, but I also knew it was.

Albern, still not tearing his eyes from mine, leaned down and kissed her temple. How dare he touch her!

“Don’t you touch her you piece of shit!” Thor held my arm back when I yanked it out of Steve’s grip.

“What did you do to Y/N?” Steve asked Albern, telling me silently to stand down and keep it together. I stopped struggling but kept my eyes on the beady-eyed bitch.

“Dear Y/N is asleep and her life depends on Sergeant Barnes’ decision. So I suggest you pay close attention.” It took everything I hate to not lash out as Albern ran his hand through her hair. “Now, you have only two options and I hope that you choose wisely.” I gave him a curt nod, giving him the go ahead to tell me what my options were.

“I want the Winter Soldier back, but I also would like to continue my work. So what you need to decide, Sergeant Barnes is this; you come back and rejoin us as the Winter Soldier. Y/N would walk free, well not so much as walk, but she would leave with her life still intact. But not until she gives me a child. When she does, then she’s free to go. No questions asked.”

“And my second choice?” I hissed at him through my teeth.

“Or,” everyone, including Nat cringed sickly as Albern dragged his hand down the length of Y/N’s unconscious form and stop just below her navel. “I still continue my work, with Y/N by my side and, what do you Americans say? Ah yes,” he kissed the spot where his hand was, then put his hand back, “expand the family business. She will provide my children, giving me what I need to in order to continue my work and pertain to my every need. While you would train them as the new generation of super soldiers.” Albern kissed the bandage on Y/N’s left hand, where her ring finger should’ve been and watched as Y/N was wheeled back out of the room. Gracefully, he sat back down in the chair and looked back at me.

“Choose wisely, Sergeant Barnes. You have 24 hours to decide. I will contact you.” Then the computer switched off and burst into flames, cutting off any and all connection Tony and FRIDAY attached to it.

“FRIDAY, status?” Tony asked the A.I. after he put out the flames.

“I’m sorry Boss, but he made sure to cut off any connections to his location. I was unable to retrieve anything else.”

“Thank you, FRIDAY.” I felt my world come crashing down, except now at full force. My shoulders fell with the width of what I had to choose. Both options were bad for both parties, no matter what one I ended up choosing. Going back as the Winter Soldier was bad. That meant I would have to go through everything all over again, tenfold from what I went through before. Having to forget Y/N and everything we’ve been thorough. Would be forgotten as well.

But the thought of Albern forcing Y/N to have his offspring and stuck there for the rest of her life, while I could do nothing or remember nothing. And I would be training the next generation of soldiers. Training them to kill, express and feel no emotions. Then it dawned on me.

Y/N would be watching me do this, but not as me, but the brainwashed, deadly HYDRA assassin, the Winter Soldier. She would be watching her former lover, training her children. Punishing them when they disobeyed a direct order. Watching me turn them into cold and heartless killers.

I had to make a choice, a choice where I only had 24 hours to do so. No one should have to make this choice. No one should have to go through this. I had no idea what to do. I had no other option, no backdoor, no plan B. Sooner or later I would need to make a decision. What would the others think of me when I made my choice? What would Y/N think of me?

There was no way out of this, we were both going to be scarred and hurt by whatever option either way. No matter what option I chose, both parties would be severely hurt. I could tell the others were watching me intently, as I swayed where I stood and sunk onto the couch behind me.

Staring at the now charred computer, as my vision began to blur. My shoulders shook as I took shallow, shaky breaths, voice ragged and uneven.

“What do I do, Steve?” I looked over at my best friend, who looked just as lost as I was. “What the hell do I do?” The others watched as Steve’s shoulders dropped, watching as Steve sat down beside me, voice barely reaching my ears.

“I don’t know.”

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