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nonobadcat · 3 years

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Yandere Mr. Compress X F! Reader

Rating: Explicit - for readers 18+ only 8 chapter story

Summary: Six months into your relationship with the "Incredible Mr. Compress", your future seems as bright as the stage lights under which he makes his name. However, your best friend, Harada Yumiko, has her doubts about this "perfect" stranger who seems to have magically appeared in your life. While he continues to shower you with increasingly serious affections, Yumiko's words make you start to ponder one thing: How much do you really know about Sako Atsuhiro?

TW: Rape, breeding/pregnancy kink, condom failure, unwanted pregnancy, discussions of abortion, stalking. A consensual relationship that devolves into non-con.

Dedicated to Miss_Mystery3

Chapter 1 Excerpt:

"So then tell me, my friend..." Her eyes flashed. "When were you going to tell me about this new man in your life?"

You gulped and sunk back into your seat. Your eyes rolled to the floor. "Ummmm…. Eventually?"

She tapped the table hard enough to make her manicure click. "I had to find out from my driver that my best friend was dating some sort of actor." She laid her head upon her forehead and swooned like a grandmother confronted with a store-bought version of her best dish. "Do you know how that made me feel?"

You twirled your thumbs around each other. "Sorry… you've been so busy lately..."

She smacked the wooden veneer and sneered at you. “I demand details!” She pointed a finger at your nose and narrowed her eyes. “Where did you meet him?"

You cast a thumb over your shoulder. "At a little bar down the street."

She frowned. "A bar? Didn't anyone ever tell you that you'll never meet a good man at a bar."

You shrugged. "Well, he was performing and then he asked me out later." You scratched your cheek. "So it wasn't technically in the bar..."

She fanned herself. "I cannot believe I'm hearing this." She grasped you by the shoulders. "He sounds sketchy! Break up with him, now."

You laughed. “Yumi-chan, you don’t even know him!”

She crossed her arms and huffed. “Is he even cute?”

You licked your lips and a gooey smile appeared on your face. Your cheeks glowed with embarrassed heat. You reached into your pocket and pulled out your cell phone. The lock screen background was a picture of yourself and a handsome man. The two of you had sappy grins on your face. You were making two V-shaped hands just beside your jaw and pouting your lips. He flashed a single set of bunny ears behind your head. His cheek was leaned into your scalp and the other arm was wrapped around your shoulders. His face was a perfect heart with boyish piles of soft brown waves piled on his head. Chocolate brown eyes seemed nearly molten in the hazy light. Instead of looking at the camera, they were looking at you.

Yumiko looked utterly dumbfounded. She stared from you to the picture and back again. Then a sullen frown tugged the corners of her mouth down.

You giggled. “I know, right? He’s super hot.” You rocked from side to side, clasping your hands together. “I still don’t know what he sees in me but I feel stupid lucky to have him.”

She handed your phone back to you and rolled her eyes. “There’s a catch.” She waved her hand dismissively and gave you a wicked side-eye. “I mean, sure he’s hot and all but don’t the circumstances seem a little suspicious to you?”

You cocked your head. "What do you mean, Yumi-chan?"

“I mean you met this guy at a dive bar right?” she asked.

“It wasn’t a dive bar!” You turned your head and poked your index fingers into each other until they arched. Embarrassed eyes found their way to the floor as you shuffled your feet. Out of the corner of your mouth, you muttered: “It was an open mic night.”

“Oh gee, open mic night.” She rolled her eyes. “So much classier.”

You shrugged sheepishly. “Look, I know your ex-”

A dark cloud fell over her face. She gritted her teeth and growled. “Can you just not?”

You winced and waved your hands apologetically. “Sorry! Sorry!”

Your friend crossed her arms and stared down her nose at you. “...besides, we’re talking about your love life, not mine.”

Your lips fell into a frown and your eyes rolled to the side. It wasn’t like you really wanted to talk about it. She was the one that brought it up all of a sudden.

“How much do you know about him anyway?”

Your eyes sparkled. You began to tick off your fingers "Well… he's blood type B; he used to be part of a circus act with his grandfather." You grinned into the palm of your hand and practically squealed. "Oh my gosh! The third time we went on a date he pulled a bouquet of red tulips out of a hat! How romantic is that?!"

She sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose. “I mean, how much do you really know about him? About his family? His friends?

You paused, mouth drawing tight. “...that’s…” You forced a grin to hide the queasy feeling flopping around in your stomach. “I mean…” You flipped your hand back and force as an uneasy laugher cracked from your throat like a bull frog’s croak. “Well… you know I wanted to take things kinda slow-”

“Are you having sex with him?”

Your fake smile froze on your face.

She groaned. “Oh, honey... If you’re doing the deed he isn’t taking it slow.” She narrowed her brows. “If the guy gets the milk without buying the cow-”

You gripped your upper arm and pursed your lips. “Yumiko,” you whined. “That’s super sexist!” You prodded your fingers. “Besides, the sex is fine with me. The part I wish he’d slow down is how serious he is about us.”

“What do you mean?”

You frowned and leveled her with a serious stare. “He told me he loved me after only three dates.”

Yumiko set her mimosa down and sat up straight. “That’s a bit fast.”

You nodded and ran your hand through your hair. “I told him it was too much-”

Yumiko cut you off. “And let me guess? He was all like…” She threw her voice into a fake deep murmur which made your IQ drop by several points. “...but baby because I love you I just wanna try anal once. Plleeeeeaassssseeeee.” Then she scoffed and took a large gulp of her drunk. With a dark glower, she snarled: “Men really are animals after all.”

Your eyes went wide and you waved your hands frantically. “Oh no! Nothing like that!” You folded your hands into your lap and squirmed in the chair. Your thumbs danced around each other like two cats in a fight. A warmth filled your cheeks as you bit your lip. “Actually, he was super understanding. He said it was in his nature to live fast but that he would absolutely respect my feelings on the matter.”

Yumiko’s jaw dropped. “You’re not serious?!” She slumped into her hand and groaned. “You actually believed him?! No guy is really that nice!”

Read the rest at Archive of Our Own

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@rare-yanderes -though Idk if this is rare enough for you

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yonfiendmaker · 4 years

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behold! i didn't see any otgw icebergs, so i made my own :)

if you think i should add something, lmk!!

Explanations under cut :)

First layer:

▪︎Beast!Wirt au - very popular au in which Wirt stays in the Unknown, possessed by the Beast to some extent.

▪︎Bad End Friends - Crossover AU of Beast!Wirt teaming up with Ice Finn from Adventure Time and Bipper from Gravity Falls; sometimes other 'bad end' au characters are thrown in such as a glitched Gumball from TAWOG

▪︎Irl Copies of the For Sara tape - Limited copies of the For Sara tape were sold at two points. They have yet to sell for a third time. (🤞🤞🤞)

▪︎Tome of the Unknown (pilot) - The Pilot of the series. Can be watched on YouTube.

▪︎Wirt Staying in the Unknown - In a scrapped ending, Wirt was to stay in the Unknown, saying that facing your real problems was scarier than staying there.

▪︎Mystery Kids - Crossover AU with other child-late teens aged characters from sources based on mysterious and supernatural themes such as Gravity Falls and Psychonauts.

▪︎Quincy Endicott's grave - Quincy's grave can be seen in the graveyard that Sara and the others are hanging out in.

▪︎Original Beatrice Voice Actress - Beatrice had a different VA in the pilot, Natasha Leggero. Melanie Lynskey voices her in the actual series.

▪︎The Woodsman's Daughter is Named Anna - The comics have several issues focused on his daughter, in which her name is revealed to be Anna.

▪︎Jason Funderburker's Ax Murderer Story - At the gathering in the graveyard, Funderburker is telling a story about a man with an ax; this story is believed to have influenced the existence of the Woodsman.

▪︎Full Versions of Songs in the OST - A handful of the songs are cut down for their appearances in the series and can only be heard in full on the OST. The most notable example is Old Black Train , which is actually 2 minutes and 15 seconds long, but is only in the series for about 15-20 seconds.

Second Layer:

▪︎Sara is named after the Fleetwood Mac song - Listen to it here :) it is notable that it includes lyrics about "drowning in a sea of love" and that Sara is "the poet of [the singer's] heart."

▪︎OTGW Reanimated - a reanimated project for the first episode. Got taken off of YouTube, but can be viewed on Dailymotion.

▪︎Baby Wirt Audio - In the For Sara cassette, there is a small section of audio that can be heard in about the middle of the recording of Wirt's father talking to him as a baby.

▪︎Funderburker/Funderberker - The two Jasons's surnames are spelled slightly differently to avoid confusion.

▪︎The Brothers Never Ate or Needed to Rest - Although Greg expressed being hungry, neither of the boys actually ate anything (outside of one spoonful of bland potatoes and inedible items such as dirt and leaves) and never laid down to rest, only sleeping when night came.

▪︎Book on Interior Design in Wirt's Room - In Wirt's from, a book on interior design can be seen laying on the floor, backing up the knowledge he displayed when analyzing the interconnected mansions.

▪︎Mad Love was Based on a Dream - The plot of Mad Love came from a dream that Pat McHale had about house hunting. In the dream, while exploring one of the houses being shown, he ended up wandering into someone else's home.

▪︎Beatriceoftheday - A blog dedicated to our lord and savior Beatrice, known for its strange shitposts and intense praise of the titular bird girl.

▪︎Wirt is Jealous of Greg's Popularity - Shown in the Circus Friends issue of the comics, Wirt is jealous of Greg's ability to make everyone laugh and have fun. This may factor into his dislike of his brother.

▪︎Greg was Feeding Fred at the Tavern - At first watching, one may be confused as to where all the food Greg was gathering went, why Fred was wearing lipstick and why he was refusing to talk to Beatrice. Shown in a deleted scene, this all explained, as Fred tells Beatrice that he didn't talk to her because Greg was feeding him.

▪︎Elijah Wood Voiced the Crazy Driver - Exactly what is says on the tin, the nutty driver was voiced by Wood.

▪︎Cloud City is Heaven - A popular theory that Cloud City actually represents Heaven.

▪︎Greg is Greg Universe - A headcanon/theory that has mostly died out that Greg is the same Greg in Steven Universe.

▪︎Bee Beatrice - Beatrice was originally cursed to become a bee, but was changed into a bluebird to match better with the seasonal autumn theme.

▪︎Pat McHale Voiced Wirt's Voice Crack - Wirt's voice crack when asking the Beast Are You? was actually done by McHale, not Wood.

▪︎The Other Actors Harassing Elijah Wood When Singing Wirt's Song - In order to make the performance as awkward as possible, the other actors were asked to yell and demand Wirt to sing. This can be heard in the episode.

▪︎Come Wayward Souls Has the Same Melody as O Holy Night - The song shares a cadence with "O Holy Night", and can be sung to its tune.

▪︎Black Turtles Origin/Purpose - No one knows why the black turtles exist, and McHale has said that they're just one of the unexplainable things of the Unknown.

▪︎Anna Never Left the House - In the aforementioned comics, it is shown that Anna had never left the house, living on her own until the Woodsman's return.

▪︎Sailor Suit Greg - Greg originally wore a sailor suit, but was changed later on to his current, Johnny Appleseed inspired outfit .

▪︎Beatrice Missing Being Able to Flip People Off - In the Art Book, Beatrice's introduction states that one of the reasons she hates being a bird is because she no longer has hands to flip people off with.

Third Layer

▪︎Jason Funderberker is Visually Based on a Teen Pat McHale - As seen here, Funderberker was designed after McHale.

▪︎Babes in the Wood is Based on an Old Alice in Wonderland Cartoon - You can view the original 1923 cartoon here! Starts at 4:25.

▪︎Wirt and Sara are Dipper and Mabel's Parents - A popular AU/hc where Dipper and Mabel of Gravity Falls are the future kids of Wirt and Sara.

▪︎The Tune of Wirt's Song is Improvised - In addition to the aforementioned harassment, in a further attempt to make the performance as awkward as possible, Elijah Wood was not given a tune to sing, only the lyrics.

▪︎Wirt's Costume Origin - As said in the art book and on his tumblr, Wirt's cone and cape come from an attempted rock and roll persona from McHale's teen years.

▪︎Greg is Based on Pat McHale's Son - It has been claimed that Greg is based on McHale's son, but Greg existed before him. The similarities are simply coincidental.

▪︎Old Scratch - The original name of the Beast.

▪︎The Beast Killed the Woodsman's Wife - Shown in the comics, The Woodsman's wife was mortally injured, with her attacker implied to be the Beast.

▪︎Wirt and Greg Staying in the Unknown Until Christmas - Another scrapped ending, in which the brothers stay in The Unknown until Christmas, with their absence unexplained.

▪︎Tome of the Unknown (original plot) - Early concepts had the Beast ( then known as Old Scratch as mentioned earlier ) scattering the pages of the titular book for the brothers to collect. Each page would come to life and the brothers would explore each story.

▪︎Dante's Inferno Comparisons - Check out these videos for full analysis!

▪︎Wirt Panty Shots - In the aforementioned Circus Friend comics, Wirt dons a dress as part of a disguise. Later on, he rips off the bottom half off, revealing that he is wearing bloomers.

▪︎The Beast's True Form was Inspired by Trypophobia - As stated in the art book, The Beast's hole-filled appearance was inspired by Trypophobia, the fear of many small holes.

▪︎The Fight is Over is About Drowning - Give the lyrics another read.

▪︎The Beast Last Minute Design Change - The Beast had a very different design, and it was changed into the current one at the last minute.

▪︎Gnome in Cloud City Representing Wirt - Many people believed that the Gnome with the lantern in cloud city was a parallel to Wirt, or a glimpse into his future. However, this was debunked.

▪︎Send Me a Peach - This song is included in the ost, but isn't in the actual series.

▪︎Fred and the Highwayman's Backstory - The comics expand upon the story of Fred the Horse and his involvement with the Highwayman.

Fourth Layer

▪︎Babes in the Wood Title Origin - The name of this episode comes from an old story of a pair of children getting lost in the woods, dying, and being buried in leaves by robins.

▪︎poorlydrawnotgw - This was a blog created during the poorly drawn series meme period. It consisted of poorly drawn and very strange shitposts and has since been deactivated. I was a part of it as mod Goopy Wirt and only have a handful of images saved from it.

▪︎Read and Listen Book Lost Audio - A read and listen book was created, with the book being read by Greg's Frog, who would stop every now and again to talk about being a frog. The pages can be found online, but the audio is currently lost.

▪︎Skinless Witch - A scrapped episode concept involved a skinless witch that kidnapped Greg and rode him like a horse.

▪︎Gentleman Burglar Wirt - A scrapped concept in which Wirt breaks into a woman's home, who is charmed by this young man who has come to visit her.

▪︎Animal Transformation - It was originally planned for Wirt and Greg to be turned into a bear/dog and a duck and remain that way for several episodes. This was later used in the comics.

▪︎The Unknown is influenced by Wirt's mind/interests - The Unknown is influenced by those who walk in it, in this case, Wirt. This includes the old timey mystical nature of it, as Wirt has been stated to have an interest in old folk tales.

▪︎Good Guy Beast/Black Train Scrapped Concept - In an earlier draft, the brothers were on a train, heading to what they assumed was death. They jump off, ending up in the Unknown. The Beast tries to get them back on the train, which turns out to be heading back to life.

▪︎Evil Woodsman - At one point, the Woodsman was intended to be under the influence of the Beast and tried to sabotage the brothers's attempts to return home.

▪︎Lorna Reading the Tome of the Unknown in the Epilogue - In the epilogue, Lorna can be seen reading the titular book from the aforementioned scrapped plot.

▪︎The Beast was Originally the Devil Himself - The Beast was first designed as a devil-like character, the aforementioned Old Scratch.

▪︎The Brothers Never Went Home/The Hospital is Part of The Unknown - a theory based on the fact that the edges of the screen are still blurred at the end of chapter 10, the rushed narration, and the lack of consequences of nearly drowning.

▪︎Beatrice Seeing Wirt Nude - In one of the comics, Beatrice accidentally sees Wirt while he is washing his clothes in the river.

▪︎Sara is a Descendant of Lorna - A theory that Sara is a distant relative of Lorna.

▪︎Exists in the Same Universe as Clarence and Home Movies - The most well known piece of evidence is the overhead shot of the town matching the town that Clarence is set in. Wirt and Greg also have a cameo in another episode, and one of the final episodes shows Brendon Small of Home Movies runs a movie rental store in the town, connecting all three series together.

Final Layer

▪︎Beast x Wirt - Also known as Poetree.

▪︎Candycone - Greg x Wirt.

#otgw #over the garden wall #iceberg #iceberg meme #iceberg image #otgw iceberg

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miracle-sham · 5 years

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Seduce a Bat With a Thieving Cat.

| {Maribat2k20 Dickinette – Day 1: First Encounters} |

| [Ao3 Link] | | [Masterlist Link] |

|Triggers/Warnings: Explicit language/some swearing. |

| It's just another typical night on patrol when the Gotham History Museum is broken into, luckily Nightwing's on the scene, that is until everything goes off the rails. |

| Or alternatively, |

| Marinette's not your typical barista, so when she serves Dick Grayson coffee, everything goes sideways. |

| Word Count: 4751 |

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| A/N: I'd just like to preface this fic by mentioning I had already written 2k of this fic by the time Miraculous786 posted their First Encounters fic and after reading it considering the similarities (Dick's PoV during the museum bit, Marinette wielding the Cat Miraculous and hunting down a Miraculous from a Gotham Museum) I was kinda disheartened because y'know I was worried I might get accusations of copying but as I had already written 2k I decided to keep going because I had a different enough plot and I didn't want to waste what I had written so far. |

| If you want to be tagged in future oneshots/fics, or a specific Au, then comment or senf me a DM/ask! |

| Also side note, Don't Like? Don't Read. Also also, please do not criticise any of my writing. This was written for fun and receiving criticism, even in a compliment/criticism sandwich, is the exact opposite of fun. |

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The night started out like any other Monday patrol. Except it's Monday, so of course it all goes off the rails not even halfway through the patrol. Because that's just Dick's luck.

His comm buzzes, as Red Hood of all vigilantes, pipes up. “Just caught sight'a the tiny Catwoman copycat. Looks like she's got her eye on the Gotham History Museum again. O, you got anything on show in there that might pique the kitty's interest?”

Oracle responds a second later, robotic voice overlay sounding charming as ever. “A bejewelled Armlet, which is the newest piece from the ancient Tibetan Jewellery collection is probably what our copycat burglar's after. She's targeted that specific collection before. Nightwing you're closest to the museum, try to cut her off before she can steal the piece.”

“Got it!” Nightwing salutes, knowing Oracle is probably watching through a nearby security camera, as you do. He flips off the roof he's on and shoots the grapple mid flip—because he's physically incapable of not being showy, you can take him out the circus but you can't take the circus out of him—to change his route for the Museum in question.

“Wait isn't that the collection where a bunch of perfectly preserved jewellery pieces were found in a two-hundred-year-old monastery and the pieces themselves are estimated to be thousands of years old?” Robin cuts in, followed by an “Eep!” and a series of crashes and clatters.

“That's the one,” Oracle responds, sounding faintly amused, most likely watching whatever Robin's doing—which is probably nothing to worry about otherwise Oracle would have alerted them.

Not that that'll stop me from worrying, Nightwing thinks ruefully.

Red Hood scoffs. “Pretender, did you fucking seriously memorise facts about some fancy old jewellery?”

Nightwing can practically hear Robin's frown through the comms, and boy does that make his heart clench.

He, Robin, hesitates before answering. “I— one of my parent's last few archaeology gigs before they died was in Tibet where they were a part of the team that found a weird frog statue that's now on display at the Louvre. The statue has the same insignia as the box that the jewellery was discovered in.”

The comms fall silent because well, they've all got their own parental issues so when it's an unspoken rule to not use that as ammo when it comes to bio parents. But the fact that Robin memorises facts relating to digs his parents went on, when they couldn't even remember half his birthdays. It's a painful reminder that the kid still loves his bio parents despite the abuse he suffered from them.

The comms stay relatively silent (as silent as you can get, with six people's Comms hooked to the same frequency, all echoing in various white noise background sounds from their environments) until Nightwing reaches the Gotham History Museum. When the casual patrol chatter, as opposed to the white noise, starts back up, He filters out the sound out and circles the museum, keeping an eye out for their copycat burglar.

Twenty minutes pass and there's still no sign of her nearby. Nightwing double taps his comm. “Looks like our kitty cat's a no show. Are there any other places she might tar—” A loud wailing alarm cuts him off. “Shit.”

He whirls around, searching for the origin of the alarm. There, third skylight over, leading into the ancient Tibetan section added specifically for the bejewelled armlet's appearance at the museum—the section, not the skylight. If the skylight had been added then that would just be bad security choices on the Museum's part.

“Nightwing. Report.” Batman growls in demands over the comms because Batman's incapable of speaking in something other than growls and guttural grunts.

“Turns out, Oracle was probably right. I got eyes on the cat.” Nightwing responds, finally catching a glimpse of the copycat burglar, grappling her way out the skylight that the blaring alarm is coming from. Making a split-second decision, he sprint-swings after her. The chase is on kitty.

“Whatever you do, don't engage,” Batman orders, voice sounding like someone dragged a beat-up thug across a gravel driveway.

So Nightwing does what any self-respecting rebellious bat does, and ignores the order. “Engaging now.”

“Nightwing.”

Of course B tries to use the Robin Listen™ Voice. He pouts, turns off his earpiece midswing and continues to chase after the copycat burglar. He's a good few places behind, but his long legs and familiarity with the museum roof, is slowly but surely helping him catch up to her.

She glances back at him and puts on a burst of speed, and upon reaching the edge of the museum's roof, pole vaults herself over the edge, just missing the next roof, and hurtling towards the street below—not a dangerous move at all.

Nightwing has a split second of panic as he watches her as she's seemingly plummeting to her imminent demise, then decides to do the Vigilante Thing™ and dives after her.

He reaches an arm out and is so close to catching her when the pole she used to vault extends out and wedges itself between the two buildings either side of the street. The copycat burglar then uses the momentum from the fall to perform three pullover flips on the pole-bar—like she wasn't just nearly falling to her death.

Because of her move, Nightwing's forced to regrapple and swing by her in order to not crash into her. He spots a rooftop with two taller buildings either side and thinks to himself, a good point to ambush her at—provided she heads that way, if not, I can always grapple over to the other side of the street.

There are gargoyles on both the taller buildings, so it doesn't take much to grapple up to one and hide behind them (like the bat he is)—to keep her from realising he's still here.

Nightwing watches as the copycat burglar finishes her pullover flips and stabilises on the pole-bar, then walks across it like a tight rope—fortunately heading towards the building that he's planning to ambush her on. Finally, today's luck is looking up!

Once she reaches the building, she steps onto a window sill and grabs the pole-bar. Nightwing studies her and the pole-bar as it contracts and compacts to a baton size. The copycat burglar attaches it to her belt then scales the side of the building seemingly effortlessly.

She takes the path of least resistance as she reaches the top. Which is surprising to Nightwing considering she only just "lost" him. She then starts crossing the middle roof with the two taller buildings on either side.

It's at that moment, he decides to drop in on their copycat burglar. And by drop in on, he means flip over the gargoyles he was hiding behind, and then triple backflips off the roof he's on, so that at the end of his fall he collides with her, pinning her to the ground. Unnecessarily showy, but who's he to not put on a show.

Nightwing pulls out a pair of manacles and handcuffs her wrists. She turns her head enough to get a good look at him and gives him the most unimpressed glare he's ever seen. And I've lived with Batman, he thinks to himself, surprised at how good her unimpressed glare is.

He leans down, trying to intimidate her. “Where'd you put the armlet you stole.”

She hisses—like actually hisses, like a cat or a snake.

However, having been used to villains making weird noises upon being captured—Manbat anyone?—the sound doesn't startle Nightwing as much as it probably should. That is until he catches sight of her slit pupils, and cat ears and tail twitching. Of course, his immediate thought is and they call Batman a furry.

Unfortunately, in the split second where his thoughts are distracted, she mutters “Cataclysm,” beneath her breath. There's a horrible creak of metal rusting and warping followed by a clatter, as she yanks her hands away—causing the manacles to shatter in two.

“Hey, wait a second!” Nightwing protests, he's about to ask what she just did, when she twists underneath his pin and flips the both of them over.

Having not expected the flip, he's caught off guard once more but his reflexes are too well trained to be completely overwhelmed by the move, so he cartwheels out of the flip and out of her range. “That was my favourite pair of handcuffs you broke!”

She raises an eyebrow at him and slips into a defensive stance. “You have a favourite pair of handcuffs?”

Mimicking the action by getting into his own fighting stance, he starts to edge towards her, causing her to edge away from him—forcing them both to circle each other.

“They were a good pair of handcuffs okay!” Nightwing defends, as he scrutinises her form—Clearly self-trained, considering this stance and her earlier moves. It's similar to Jason and Steph's styles, in the 'learnt to fight to avoid getting hurt worse' kinda way.

“Emphasis on the were.” Is her dry response.

He dive forward rolls towards her and jumps up, and using the momentum gained from the roll, throws an uppercut at her. “How about you give me the jewellery as compensation?”

The copycat burglar narrows her eyes at him and blocks the uppercut with her elbow. “The jewellery is worth way more than your flimsy handcuffs.” She retaliates with a roundhouse kick to Nightwing's chest.

Dodging with a back handspring, he pulls out his escrima sticks. “No?” He shrugs, “well it was worth a try.”

She eyes his escrima sticks and gives him a tight-lipped smile. “It really wasn't but go off I guess.”

That was definitely a twinkle of amusement in her eyes there! Nightwing grins then falters. “Y'know, if you're in trouble, you don't have to do this. I can help you.”

The copycat burglar scoffs and throws a punch, which he easily blocks with one of his escrima sticks.

“You don't understand.” She scowls, retracts her punch and spins before trying to jab him in the ribs with her baton.

He blocks with one escrima stick and strikes back at her with the other. “I don't, but if you explain then I could.”

Hissing through her teeth in pain, she glares at him, tail whipping viciously back and forth and cat ears laying flat against her head. She counters his block and strike, by swiping at his escrima sticks with her baton, knocking them from his grip.

“Shit!” Nightwing back handsprings again, to get enough distance between them as to give him enough time to retrieve the sticks.

She thwacks him in the neck with her expanding baton, throwing him off balance and leaving him breathless.

With his moment of weakness, the copycat burglar grabs him and throws him at the nearest rooftop wall.

“Fuck! Me!” He yelps between breaths, temporarily stunned, body aching from the impact.

“No thanks, I'd prefer to take you out to dinner first.” She mutters, probably not intending for him to hear, as she pins him against the wall before he can recover.

Blinking and wide-eyed, Nightwing stares at her for a solid three seconds then waggles his eyebrows. “I'd be up for dinner with you, just gotta let me help you with whatever's forcing you to steal the jewellery.”

She sighs and glances away for a split second, then leans in really close and whispers in his ear. “There's nothing you can do to help me.”

Leaning back, the copycat burglar places a finger over his lips—silencing him before he can speak.

Nightwing flushes bright red and his heartbeat spikes.

“My name is Minou Purrdu, and I'm sorry.” She purrs, pulling something odd out of her baton, a black and yellow spinning top.

With her finger still over his lips, he's unable to ask what she's apologising for.

She whispers under her breath, “Venom,” and stabs the spinning top into the side of his neck.

Gasping, Nightwing is left completely paralysed by whatever the spinning top actually is because it's clearly not your standard spinning top. Unable to move—he can only watch as Minou Purrdu cups his cheek, frowns, pulls away, and begins pole-vaulting her way across the roof and out of sight.

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Nightwing's not sure how long the paralysis lasted but as soon as it ends, he slumps back against the wall and melts, tipping his head back against the brick. His mind stuck on repeating the encounter as he processes what happened. Shit, he thinks while grinning dopily—face flushing bright red again (not that it faded much whilst he was paralysed), I thought I had a thing for redheads but obviously, I've got a thing for badass ladies instead.

He's about to get up when Catwoman, original cat burglar extraordinaire, jumps down onto the roof he's on and gives him a very judgemental look. “I'm guessing the kitten got away with the jewellery, hmm? A shame, I quite fancied the look of it.” She stops, tipping her head to the side and raising a hand to one ear. She shakes her head but continues. “Oracle has some things she wants to say to you, I'd recommend turning on your comm unless you want her send Batman, Robin, or Red Hood here to see you like this.”

Huffing, he rolls his eyes, “thanks,” then taps his comms back on. “Hey.”

Catwoman nods to him and then takes her leave across the rooftops—Probably to go tease Batman or something.

The comm buzzes and an unimpressed sounding Oracle greets him. “Clearly the apple doesn't fall far from the tree.” She pauses then adds, “I recorded your entire "fight".”

Nightwing splutters in response. “What.”

“Awww, did you get your feathers ruffled by the kitty cat, Big Wing?” Red Hood cuts in with a teasing sing-song tone of voice.

“I hate you both,” Nightwing grumbles, pushing himself up off the ground and wall.

“Sorry to interrupt, but I was looking through the museum's private notes on the jewellery collection, apparently some of the pieces are thought to be magical artefacts,” Robin interjects, sounding somewhat strained.

Red Hood scoffs, “so you're saying our copycat burglar's—”

“Minou Purrdu she called herself.” Nightwing chimes in.

Red Hood clears his throat. “—Got her hands on multiple magical artefacts and we got no idea why she's doing it or if she's working with anyone.”

“We might get another chance to catch her, the museum has a few other jewellery pieces from the collection, in the back,” Robin informs them, a familiar thwip of a grapple line in the background.

“So we'll monitor the museum for any suspicious activity.” Oracle sighs. “Also Nightwing, Agent A's currently dealing with B but he wants to know the extent of your injuries from the fight.”

“Gotcha.” He swipes on his gauntlet computer and sends a quick analysis of his injuries—mostly minor bruising—and sends it to the Batcomputer for Agent A to see. “Done.”

“B's being grumpy over the stunt you pulled, so I suggest doing a final loop once you finish patrol before heading back.” There's a clacking of keys as Oracle types away at something, most likely checking the security cams nearby.

Nightwing readies his grapple. “You're a lifesaver O.” Then swings himself off the building to double back to his patrol route.

The clacking pauses and she laughs. “I know.”

»‹•›«

The next morning, as she's sprinting down the pavement, Marinette's phone starts ringing. She stumbles to a stop, barely managing to dodge the other civilians walking down the path and fumbles to get her phone out her pocket. She curses and glances around her then steps off to the side to take the call. She catches a glimpse of the caller's ID before she answers, “Adrien? What is it?”

“Ah, you're awake already, mornin' Mari!” He greets cheerfully, sounding far too awake for eight am on a Tuesday morning. Although then again, he wasn't the one who spent last night (morning?) hopping across rooftops at godforsaken hours and getting chased by the local spandex-wearing vigilantes.

There's a clatter behind Adrien followed by the whir of an appliance, he pauses, probably distracted by whatever made the noise. There's a faint rustle-woosh as he shakes his head. “I'm just calling to check up on you after your late night last night, after all, today's your first shift at the coffee shop.”

Marinette huffs good-naturedly, “I woke up extra early so I wouldn't be late,” Translation: I did not get a wink of sleep last night. “I'm less than a minutes walk away right now.”

Adrien sighs. “Mari, you really need to get better sleeping habits.”

“Mhmm. Alright, I'm nearly there” She responds, busy checking her surroundings once more.

“M'kay, chat to you inside?” And she can just hear the feral grin in his voice as he makes the pun.

Marinette groans at the awful pun. “Really? Whatever, see ya!” And quickly ends the call, before setting off at a brisk pace to get to the coffee shop.

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Once she reaches the coffee shop, Marinette's just barely on time for her shift. She darts into the back room and throws on the nearest apron of her size and slaps her name tag onto the apron.

With the apron and name tag on, she stumbles out the back room and scurries behind the counter to join Adrien, who's chatting to a customer; a superhero fan, if I were to guess, from all the superhero badges and patches on their jacket. As she passes by him to get to her station, he raises a hand without glancing back at her. On instinct, she high fives his raised hand.

Marinette reaches the empty till and waves over the next customer. Out of the corner of her eye, she spots Adrien starting on his customer's order. She smiles as the customer she waved over, approaches.

The customer that approaches, is a pale thin-faced man, with balding grey hair and wearing a shirt and jacket from the latest Gabriel Agreste fashion line. “I need a triple shot, venti, half sweet, caramel macchiato, with three pumps of vanilla and extra whip. And I need it pronto, girly.”

“Of course.” Marinette's smile turns paper-thin as a wave of fury washed over her. This is not my morning, she internally laments. But at least Adrien doesn't have to deal with this bastard. He doesn't need a reminder of the fact that his sperm donor managed to escape his crimes thanks to being an old, white, corrupt businessman.

He glares at her, then sniffs pointedly and pulls out his phone.

Marinette scurries away from the till to go and get started on the order. It's not enough to stop her from wanting to break the customer's nose but it keeps her occupied for the moment being.

As she passes Adrien, he gives her a concerned glance. She responds with a shrug and the shake of her head, she flicks her gaze back to her customer and then to Adrien; silently conveying it's fine, don't worry. I can deal with it.

He frowns but doesn't press, instead continuing as he was doing, in taking his customer's order to said customer.

Sighing, Marinette then gets started on her customer's hell order, carefully making the coffee step by step, to ensure its right. Because as much as I'd love to tamper with his drink, I'd rather not lose my job not even five minutes into my first shift.

Thankfully it doesn't take too long to make the order but as the equipment isn't that far from the counter, she could hear all the impatient huffs and scoffs from the customer throughout the duration of making the coffee. After she adds the final touches, Marinette carefully carries the order over to the customer and goes through the payment process with him.

The customer leaves with a scowl. Good riddance, she scoffs internally. She surveys the coffee shop and surprisingly there's no one else in the queue. She shuffles towards Adrien, looking quite pale, as he hands over the change to a customer who then puts the change in the tip jar and leaves.

Eyeing him carefully, Marinette gently nudges him in the side and softly questions. “Hey, you feeling okay? You're looking kinda pale.”

Adrien glances back to her and nods. “Yeah, I just…” He takes a second to breathe, “that customer you were serving, he was wearing his brand.”

She makes a pained face. Shit, I was hoping he wouldn't notice.

He huffs and grins fragilely. “You're doing your 'Heck I had hoped you hadn't realised that' face.”

Marinette rolls her eyes. “Close, it was a 'Shit, I was hoping you hadn't realised' face but technicalities, technicalities.”

Just as he's about to respond, three giggling people stumble into the coffee shop, a man and a boy with black hair and blue eyes, and a girl with blonde hair and blue eyes.

Adrien stiffens as they approach, so Marinette does what any good friend would do and grabs him by the arm to tug him a step behind her.

“Nuh-uh!” She wags a finger at him, “I'll deal with the next customers, you go take a five-minute breather in the backroom.”

He wavers and glances between her and the approaching group. He shakes his head and grimaces. “Alright,” then scampers off to the backroom in a very cat-like way.

Some things just don't change, she muses to herself, and tenses, throwing on a quick but genuine-looking smile to greet the new customers.

As the three reach the counter, the tallest of the three (the black-haired blue-eyed man), leans on the counter and smirks in a way that can only be described as flirtatiously. The other man groans and the woman bursts into giggles.

Marinette refrains from mentally calling the flirtatiously smirking one 'The Chat Noir of the three'. “Hi, how may I help you?”

The blonde girl shoves the men and boy out of the way and flashes Marinette a dazzling grin. “Hey, can I get a grande Spoiler Surprise hot chocolate and a warmed coffee waffle please!”

Marinette nods, quickly racking her brain for the recipe to the Gotham Special, and adds it to the till. “Anything else?”

The black-haired blue-eyed boy—Who I really need a better internal nickname for him because he's starting to sound like the blue-eyes white dragon with how much I'm repeating that, Marinette thinks absently—half-heartedly glares at the blonde girl before turning his gaze to Marinette and asks, “could I have a quadruple shot Venti espresso with sixteen addition shots of espresso and one of the add energy packets.”

“Timmy, no!” Gasps the man.

“Tim, yes.” 'Tim' responds, grinning mischievously.

The blonde girl barely holds back her laughter, doubling over from the effort.

Marinette stares at him in concern but as soon as she spots the very prominent bags beneath his eyes, she nods—in solidarity and adds the coffee order to the till. “Okay, anything else?”

The blonde girl and Tim share a look before darting off to grab a free table booth, leaving the man at the counter with her.

The man stares after the two before turning his attention to Marinette. “Can I get a grande White Chocolate Mocha, please.” He pauses, “And I'll pay you triple the price of the entire order in tips if you make Tim's drink entirely decaf. Please, he's had three black coffees already today.”

Marinette nods her head slowly. “I–uh, sure, okay. And is that all?”

He nods, “Yep, that's all.”

She adds the final drink to the order and puts it through the till. “That'll be twenty dollars…”

The man hums thoughtfully and hands over a twenty-dollar bill, “Cool, so I'll pay you sixty bucks in tips if you make my little brother's drink decaf.” He then adds, “I'm Dick by the way.”

“Marinette,” she points to the little name tag attached to her apron before getting started on the worst of the drinks, the (now decaf) twenty shot venti espresso. “And that's way too much for a tip, I can't accept that much.”

“Hey, no, you deserve it for making that abomination of a drink that my little brother ordered and anyway it's not like I can't afford to tip you that much.” Dick divulges.

“Oh.” She responds noncommittally, unsure how to respond and so continues to pour the shots of decaf espresso into the venti cup.

Just as she finishes pouring the final shots into the cup, a customer switches the café TV to a news channel. “Late last night, there was a break-in at the Gotham History Museum. The only item stolen was an artefact from the new Ancient Tibetan display. Fortunately, the thief was caught on the security camera. From what can be seen in the footage, the thief appears to be a Catwoman copycat.” A news anchor reports before cutting to the footage of the break-in.

Marinette puts the twenty shot venti espresso on a tray and places the tray and drink on the counter between her and Dick.

“What's your opinion on Minou Purrdu?” He inquires, with a curious look on his face, head cocked to one side.

Thanks to anxiety, Marinette's immediate response is to laugh awkwardly as she internally panics—Oh fuck, he must be Nightwing. Don't be here to arrest me, don't be here to arrest, please—turning away from the counter, she gets started on the white chocolate mocha. “Uh, who?”

Dick rubs at the back of neck somewhat sheepishly, “it's that new copycat thief's name apparently.”

“Huh. I guess the thief must be a fan of puns then.” She comments, avoiding answering his question as she mixes the relevant ingredients into the cup to produce the drink.

“Oh? What makes you say that?” He asks, body language showing him to be genuinely curious—probably not here to arrest me then, hopefully.

Marinette finishes making the white chocolate mocha and carries the cup over to the tray, explaining her reasoning as she did so. “Well, Minou Purrdu is a pun. Minou perdu is french for lost kitty, and so by adding a purr to perdu, the thief made it a pun.”

Dick makes a noise of contemplation, he then spies his drink and grins in a way that's flirtatiously feral enough to rival Chat Noir (she was definitely spot on when she nearly mentally referred to him as the Chat Noir of the three), then points to the mocha, “hey, you mocha me crazy.”

Marinette sighs in poorly concealed amusement and it's at that moment, Adrien walks out the employee room and joins her behind the counter.

He glances around and spots no queue, “need any help with the order?”

She nods and turns to him. “If you could grab one of the coffee waffles and warm it please.”

“No problem!” Adrien nods and heads over to the glass food display to get a coffee waffle.

Dick pokes at up his mocha cup and whistles through at the heat. “This coffee's really hot but not as hot as you.”

Marinette, midway through turning away from the counter to go grab the ingredients needed for the Spoiler Surprise hot chocolate, chokes and flushes bright red. Nope-nope-nope-nope-no! I am not doing this! Absolutely no way am I getting a crush on Nightwing who's currently a civilian and probably is maybe hunting down my secret identity to arrest me!

Adrien, the traitor, puts the now warmed up coffee waffle on the tray and grabs a napkin. He quickly scrawls down a string of numbers that look suspiciously like her personal phone number. He waggles his eyebrows at her, winks, then hands the napkin to Dick. “She's too shy to do it herself, so here's her number!”

She squeaks in surprise—ironic considering the drink she's currently making—and covers her face with her hands, thankfully having not been holding the cup of half-made Spoiler Surprise hot chocolate. Otherwise, she definitely would've spilt it.

Quickly, she finishes the hot chocolate and puts it on the tray. “Here you go.”

“Thanks! and here's your tip.” He places down three twenty-dollar bills on the counter and winks, before picking the tray up and bringing it over to Tim and the blonde girl.

Marinette spins around to face Adrien. “Oh my god, why would you do that?”

He smirks, “because we're in a new city, why not have some fun and follow through with your new crush?”

She groans. “We need to talk in private as soon as our shifts end.”

Adrien's smile falters. “Alright.”

»‹•›«

| Thank you for reading! I hope you enjoyed this little oneshot! Comments, likes, and reblogs are much appreciated! |

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puppys-rhythm-heaven · 3 years

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my rhythm heaven songs playlist is very chaotic

it consists of:

spaceball opening intensifies

sick beats getting an actual ending to its song

don don pan pan dondo pan pan

oh this is a good song no official soundtrack version fun

char-late ditzy down pu-pu-pu-punch

japanese

the superior night walk

another good song no official soundtrack version damnit

japanese part 2: electric boogaloo

char-late ditzy down pu-pu-pu-punch but in swing

rapping’s just talking apparently

tap but fast

medley

elevator music (ft. screaming children)

I SUPPOSE! (I SUPPOSE, HEY!)

love lizard. just one. the other died

stomping is apparently the ideal way to harvest crops

the game’s emo phase

drum

is this acapella

fast and also romance i guess

why is dog ninja sad. explain yourself rhythm heaven

frog

repetition

lockstep

RAIN FALLS ON ME, AND NOW I’M WALKING AWAY, TELL ME, DO YOU FIND ME MORE BEAUTIFUL NOW? I’M NOT THE KIND TO LET YOU WATCH AS I CRY, SO I GOT TO LEAVE, I GOT TO FORGET YOU doo doo doo

smooth transitions

IT’S PARADISE SINCE THE FIRST TIME I SAW YOU STANDING THERE, BUT IT FEELS SO LONG AGO NOW, YEAH-

YOU TOLD ME DREAMS COME TRUE- YEAH YEAH YEAH, YEAH YEAH YEAH- WE’LL FIND OUT, BABY TONIGHT- IF I GET CLOSE TOOOO YOUUUU

frog but instrumental

the best game

birb

lockstep but swing

remix 8

RAIN FALLS ON ME, AND NOW I’M WALKING AWAY, TELL ME, DO YOU FIND ME MORE BEAUTIFUL NOW? I’M NOT THE KIND TO LET YOU WATCH AS I CRY, SO I GOT TO LEAVE, I GOT TO FORGET YOU doo doo doo but again

elevator music (ft. screaming children) but beach

space soccer but they’re cowboys now for some reason

splashdoink but sequel

medley 2: electric boogaloo

i always forget i have the cafe music

monkey

insert space soccer joke here

monkey again

SHIVERING COLD ON A BIG CITY NIGHT, WELL THAT’S JUST HOW YOU FOUND ME WAY BACK THEN- AND IN THE SUDDEN BLINK OF AN EYE, I KNEW MY LIFE WAS UP FOR A CHANGE-

flip flop

lockstep but birb

rhythm heaven please actually teach me what rapping is i still don’t know

circus? carnival? ,,, one of those

there’s no i in prawn

BABY I’M A BROKEN MAN- ,,, that’s it. that’s the song

s p a c e

night walk but inferior (ft. lyrics)

blue

the false remix 8 (ft. catchy lyrics)

monkey but aesthetic™

THEY SAY IT’S STILL JUST NOTHING BUT A MEN’S WORLD- THEY SAY IT’S JUST TOO HARD TO FIND YOURSELF- BUT WHEN YOU DANCE YOU FEEL GOOD, AND,,, uh,,, something something- AND YOU’LL REALIZE THAT YOU’RE BEAUTIFUL- I JUST WANT TO SHINE, I WANT TO BE LOVED NOW- I JUST WANT TO SHINE, I WANT TO BE LOVED NOW- KNOW YOU JUST CAN’T LEAVE THE PAST BEHIND YOU- KNOW YOU CAN’T JUST LIVE A LIVE OF SHINING GLAMOUR-

BABY I’M A BROKEN MAN- ,,, that’s it. that’s the song but again

medley 3: electric boogaloo again

the return of japanese

I’M A LADY NOW, I’M A LADY NOW, ALREADY- I’M A LADY NOW, BUT YOU DON’T KNOW ME ANYTHING AT ALL- DON’T TREAT ME LIKE A GIRL-

the return of japanese 2: electric boogaloo

donut

barbershop

birb but remix

the return of acapella

don’t stress eat

KAMONE! (KAMONE, HOI!)

i think rings of fire are a safety hazard in the jungle but sure

medley 4: electric boogaloo yet again

medley 5: i think i’ve overused this joke

medley 6 (ft. sequels)

#puppy rambles #rhythm hell #for those who want a full list buckle up cuz this has a lot of songs #spaceball sick beats bon odori tengoku remix 2 space dance honey sweet angel of love night walk tengoku remix 4 wish can't wait for you #cosmic dance rap women remix 6 | glee club thrilling! is this love? love lizards crop stomp remix 3 drummer duel love lab ds remix 4 #tears of a dog ninja young love rock 'n' roll remix 5 lockstep struck by the rain ds remix 6 that's paradise the dazzles dx frog hop 2 #rhythm rally 2 blue birds 2 lockstep 2 remix 8 karate man 2's version of struck by the rain glee club 2 space soccer 2 splashdown 2 #ds remix 10 cafe | hole in one double date tambourine tonight flipper-flop flock step love rap fever remix 6 shrimp shuffle lonely storm #fever remix 7 dreams of our generation built to scale 2 i love you my one and only hole in one 2 beautiful one day karate man 2 lonely storm #remix 10 | tokimeki no story i'm a lady now machine remix's song donut remix barbershop remix songbird remix pajama party blue bear #megamix's japanese fan club 2 version of thrilling! is this love? jungle gymnast left-hand remix right-hand remix final remix #it has 71 songs #most of them are unsurprisingly from ds because guess which game has the best songs? that's right ds #tengoku has 13 #ds has 27 #fever has 18 #and megamix has 13

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foximator-blog · 4 years

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Here are plans I have.

I'm slowly getting out of my block, and I'm working on my Custom Swapforce Skylanders.

However in order to even out the number of swappers and powers, there are two things I'm doing.

1. Creating new swap abilities.

These two new swap powers are Dive (marked by a picture of bubbles) and Gravitate (marked by arrows pointing up and down.

Swappers with the Dive ability are able to enter a minigame that involves diving to the bottom of a deep body of water, using a spin attack to dodge torpedoes or smash through underwater debris.

Swappers with the Gravitate ability activate a 2 dimensional platforming minigame, where they can flip gravity to mess with the physics.

Seeing as the current swap powers are pretty varied already, these were the only two I could think of honestly.

2. I have to make a ton of characters, making it to where there's 3 swappers per element.

While Gravitate could be shared between Light and Dark, I don't think it would be the same for abilities like Dive, especially when having a Water Dive swapper would be a no brainer.

Here are the characters I plan on designing.

Party Popper: a Magic Skylander with the bounce ability. Rather than having a tail that coils like a spring however, this is a circus/toy themed skylander balancing on a big rubber bouncy ball.

Steam Work: a Tech Skylander with the dig ability. He has a steampunk styled design, and rolls around on tank treads. Plus Drills are pretty common for the Tech Element.

Croak Soaker: a Water Skylander with the Dive ability. This frog is dressed up for some fun in the sun and he's ready for a Water fight, armed with water balloons and the ability to surf with his webbed feet.

Tail Burner: a Fire Skylander with the spin ability. Mostly because a Fire devil Skylander who whips with a flaming tail would be cool.

Cliff Hanger: while this is an Earth styled name, this will actually be a Life Skylander with the Climb ability. He'll be a mantis and his arms will be shaped like mountain climbing picks.

Fear Raiser: a ghostly Undead Skylander with the Gravitate ability, as ghosts causing people and objects to wildly float around seems like something interesting to play with.

Fleet Breeze: an Air Skylander with the speed ability, with boots styled like that of Hermes, the messenger of the Greek gods.

Mud Snapper: this Earth Skylander has the Dive ability, and is styled after a crustacean like a crawdad or crayfish. He uses his claws and tail to scoop up and fling mud.

Star Shooter: a sy-fy styled Light Skylander with the Gravitate ability. He'll be the Light element's poster swapper, like Blast zone is to fire for example.

Comet Crasher: a Light swapper who's body is made of light crystals. He has the Rocket ability.

Laser Sight: this Light element swapper has the sneak ability, and he turns invisible using a specialized belt that messes with the visible light spectrum.

Depth Strider: a Dark element Skylander with the Dive ability, with angler fish styled armor and a Harpoon gun best suited for the Darkest depths of the ocean. Like Star Shooter, he's the poster Swapper for his element.

Moon Stalker: a Dark alien Skylander with the Gravitate ability. He's somewhat inspired by horrifying aliens, kinda like from alien vs predator.

Void Master: a Dark element Skylander who can create black holes. He has the Teleport ability, though I'm still thinking about his design.

Do these sound like good ideas for characters? Depth Strider is the one I've started on so far. Once he's done I'll definitely be showing him.

#skylanders #skylanders swap force #custom skylanders #ideas for oc characters #im sorry this is so long

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nocturnalsleeper · 4 years

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500 Drawing Prompts

waterfall

wizard's staff

zombies

sandcastle

fangs

tattoo

family crest

spaceship

mythical beast

spooky tree

alien

tropical cocktail

robot

dragon

tombstone

medieval goblets

king's throne

mermaid

vampire

witch's cauldron

tooth fairy

deep sea monster

magic carpet

sculpture

coral reef

wine bottle

statue of liberty

beast

beauty

elephant

Mayan ruins

birds

cameras

bowl of soup

breakfast

lunch

snack

dinner

flower vase

ladder

full moon

bright sun

autumn

summer

spring

winter

butterfly

caterpillar

troll

roller skates

rain boots

weeds

flowers

bedroom

kitchen

dining room

bathroom

egg hatching

wrist watch

night

harvest

pond

raincoat

hat

water bottle

flashlight

sailboat

dandelion

earthworm

bank robber

policeman

superhero

villain

view out a window

cactus

sunflower

mosquito

spider web

star fish

flip flops

lawn chair

trampolines

pots and pans

sword

lighthouse

pie on a windowsill

house plant

soldier

chimney

barbed wire

squirrels

hot sauce

chain

beehive

helicopter

hot dog

venus flytrap

stained glass

sphinx

skateboard

serenity

open book

werewolf

hourglass

tower

camel

Cleopatra

favorite book character

desert

forest

mountains

ocean

pumpkin seed

pine cone

octopus

mannequin

lollipop

something sticky

footprints

tractor

slime

island paradise

sand dune

archer

my favorite outfit

trophies

fishing fly

black hole

cyclops

swan

mirror

microphone

pretzels

newspaper

submarine

scrambled eggs

eel

wave

bike

leather boots

keys

coffee cup

self portrait

snake charmer

playground

sumo wrestler

crystal chandelier

eight ball

secrets

treasure chest

children's toy

something that sparkles

penguin

unicorn

pirate

tribal pattern

suit of armor

pinball machine

erupting volcano

seahorse

ninja

happy monster

futuristic car

three little pigs

magic amulet

yeti

toolbox

fish bones

zipper

carpenter

handcuffs

doll house

mask

telescope

piano

windmill

double sided axe

samurai

ghost

hot air balloon

bubbles

polka dots

plate of cookies

snake scales

pair of socks

high dive

belt

figure skater

fisherman

space

jack-o-lantern

Cinderella's glass slipper

hay bale

bumper cars

cover wagon

spy

fighter jet

parachute

tree bark

radio

art gallery

bow and arrow

pepperoni pizza

snail

bushel of apples

doorknob

talking object

harp

chess pieces

sprinkler

electricity

computer keyboard

presents

barn

plaid

jewelry

ballet

curtains

tripod

sunglasses

bow tie

Saturn's rings

birdcage

swap creature

horse and carriage

banana peel

stapler

toothpaste

thunder storm

movie poster

video game controller

cinnamon sticks

target

skull

elf

alien plant life

first love

new baby

kids jumping

glaciers

shark

scarf

wheelchair

blacksmith

four wheeler

cowboy

crossroads

pedestal

police car

pug

someone who is full of joy

what's under your bed

hieroglyph

dolphin

wooden shield

laughing

jump rope

desk

something big next to something small

taxi

staircase

tomahawk

hummingbird

hedgehog

gorilla

firetruck

soda can

teddy bear

fortune cookie

fruit basket

smirk

game of marbles

crumpled paper

swordfish

alarm clock

goldfish

puppet

salt and pepper shakers

jet pack

time machine

hands

wood fencing

cave mouth

milkshake

high heeled shoes

music

smile

mad scientist

telephone booth

skyscraper

gargoyle

diamond

sushi

brier patch

something that comes in pairs

box of chocolates

brick wall

bat

chicken

bonsai tree

headphones

a new typeface

jellyfish

candy canes

lawn mower

rain puddles

school

lamb

wolf

bed

bowl of popcorn

lampshade

peacock

turtle

bear

ceiling fan

yo-yo

oil spill

kite

invisible man

casino

Abraham Lincoln

ice cream cone

corn on the cob

claws

beekeeper

coins

watermelon

landing on the moon

rotary telephone

brain

rocks

needle in a haystack

picnic basket

fireplace

bottle of poison

genie in a bottle

knight

hammer

acorn

orange

owl

hair

wheel barrel

pyramids

exploding dynamite

shrimp

guitarist

keyboardist

drummer

singer

griffin

carousel horse

bunnies

puppies

board game

a famous painting

stone walkway

maple leaf

lizard

eyes

ears

nose

mouth

leopard

record player

bulldozer

bride

snowman

feather headdress

playing cards

windy day

sleeping bag

dancing skeleton

piggy bank

wizard

evil prince

lantern

beach ball

cherub

sprout

aircraft carrier

olympic swimmer

wedding dress

feather

baseball glove

noodles

cat

dog

happy

sad

angry

relaxed

graffiti

motorcycle

tornado

caveman

pineapple

Lock Ness monster

flag

gas mask

starry sky

dream house

deer

Goldilocks

frog

tadpole

swing

circus clown

earth

cupcake

lace

rocking chair

bravery

Big Ben

doctor

railroad car

parade

Christmas sweater

Ferris wheel

sci-fi gun

medicine cabinet

birthday party

cutlery

great wall of china

umbrella

traffic sign

catapult

light bulb

bamboo

heart

moon colony

sandwiches

juice box

lake house

bushes

hard candy

camouflage

platypus

football helmet

soccer game

balloons

astronaut

missing teeth

memory

jukebox

tulip

ladybug

birthday cake

t-shirt

igloo

golf ball

fossils

your least favorite food

pencil cup

half eaten apple

food with a face

horseshoe

daffodil

castle

tea party

scared

bag of chips

camping

cabin

bonfire

ship

watering can

palm tree

wind chimes

armchair

fireworks

knife

wine cork

waitress

farmer

fountain

last leaf on a tree

saber toothed tiger

grocery store

rainbow

typewriter

engine

bluebird

shooting star

a new invention

school of fish

bearded lady

secret garden

suspension bridge

viking artifact

Eiffel tower

a feast for a king

guitar

tree house

seashell

dinosaur

sea lion

Taj Mahal

your favorite animal in a tuxedo

#art prompt #drawing #drawing prompt #challenge

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prairiesongserial · 4 years

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11.15

Cody squeezed past the crowds of circus-goers filing up the ramp onto the Bellamys’ steamboat, grasping the rail hard every time he was brushed or shoved against it, and trying not to think about the gators he’d seen Madeline feeding in the cave. The threat that they were somewhere waiting below him seemed much more real now, even though the colorful lights of the circus reflected off the water and made the surface seem as smooth as glass.

Fleetwood had told him that the ferry he’d taken earlier would be able to drop him off right at the courthouse, but that he might not have long to find it if the Bellamy men running it decided they wanted to call it quits for the night and see the circus instead. Cody only barely remembered which direction the ferry’s dock had been in, and he tried to allow his feet to remember for him, finally relaxing and beginning to walk with more confidence as the soles of his shoes touched the boardwalk. He could still smell the scent of fried circus foods faintly in the air, but it was nearly drowned out by the earthy, mossy smell of the swamp water all around him.

He stayed at the center of the boardwalk, stepping deliberately, mostly watching his feet in an endeavor not to get too close to the water. Cody was more afraid of it than he had been before - and knowing that Johannes’s threats had been real all along made him wonder if Johannes was afraid of the water (and the gators), too. He was still musing on it as he collided head first with someone walking the opposite way on the boardwalk.

Cody reeled back, one of his feet slipping off the edge of a board and splashing into the water. His heart flipped over, expecting to feel the waiting, toothy maw of a gator snap around it, but the person he’d run into grabbed him brusquely by the arm and yanked him backwards.

“Careful,” Johannes said, his hands now planted firmly on Cody’s shoulders. Apparently satisfied that Cody wasn’t going to slip and drown, he removed them, and took a step back. A spark of recognition lit in his eyes, and he pursed his lips. “I thought you were off running around with Madeline.”

“I was,” Cody said, frowning back at Johannes. Wasn’t the circus show about to start? What was the ringmaster doing out here?

“So, what, you’re looking for your friend?” Johannes asked, before Cody could ask anything else, or even explain why he was out on the boardwalk. Cody felt his frown grow deeper as he tried to parse what, exactly, Johannes was talking about.

“What?” he asked, finally, feeling like he’d walked into an entirely different conversation.

“Your friend,” Johannes said, as if the term was self-explanatory. He gestured with a long, sweeping arm towards the hill where the circus had parked their cars, as if that explained anything. “Your boy. The blond one. Follows you around like a lost dog.”

“John?” Cody asked loudly, maybe too loudly. He’d been wondering what John had been up to all day. Not that John couldn’t fend for himself, of course - he had done just fine at the convent. But Cody couldn’t help but wonder, when they were apart.

“Sure,” Johannes agreed, with a shrug. He sidestepped Cody, reaching up to adjust the top hat on his head. “Look, I’ve got to get back on the boat. Whatever you’re doing out here, you’re on your own. I’m not stopping my act to bail you out.”

“I’m on courier business,” Cody said, though he was rapidly deciding that he could afford to make a detour first.

“So I see,” Johannes said, glancing over his shoulder and dragging his gaze over Cody’s Bellamy uniform, a little derisively. He was walking again before Cody could even think of a retort, crossing the boardwalk to the dock in long, confident strides. Even so, he stayed directly in the middle like Cody had been, never stepping too close to the water.

It was quiet, up near the circus caravan. Frogs and crickets chirped in the darkness, and Cody found himself relying on the light of the moon to see what he could, as the lights of the boardwalk and the circus faded into the distance. A lead weight had settled in Cody’s gut on the walk up, as he tried to wrap his mind around what John might be doing up here, alone. He couldn’t help but think of worse case scenarios.

The light in one of the trailers was on. Cody gravitated towards it, hesitating outside the door with his hand on the knob for a long moment. He wasn’t sure what he expected to see on the other side - John, hurt for sticking his nose into Hemisphere business, or maybe something worse. Johannes hadn’t even really said that John was up here, not really. Cody had just assumed he was, from the gesture Johannes had made.

Cody swallowed, and opened the door. His field of vision flooded with light, and he blinked as his eyes adjusted, taking in the inside of the trailer. John was there, blinking back at him.

“Cody,” he said, sounding surprised. He was sitting at a table near the door, entirely in one piece, looking a little lost among the clutter that littered every surface in the trailer. He got to his feet, and Cody saw a brief grimace of pain cross his face as he reached for his cane.

“John,” Cody said. He ran a hand through his hair to curb the embarrassing urge to cross the trailer and touch John, to make sure he was really there. It was a silly instinct - he was more anxious than he should have been, reasonably, but they were still in Hemisphere territory. That fact alone made it hard to relax. “You’re okay. I mean - are you okay?”

“Fine,” John said, but declined to explain further.

Something near John’s feet oofed to punctuate the point. The overhead light of the trailer flickered and buzzed, and one of the dogs from the circus trotted out from under the table to sniff at Cody’s shoes. It was the dog that Tim had called H.D., Cody thought, reaching a hand down to pat it behind the ears.

“Don’t look in her eyes,” John said, with a firm assurance that only came from experience. Cody gave him a questioning look, and he shrugged. “She gave me a headache. Twice.”

“That raises more questions than it answers,” Cody said, still scratching H.D. behind the ears. “What are you doing here, anyway? Going through Johannes’s stuff?”

“He caught me.” John shifted his weight, looking down. He absently leaned over to pet H.D.’s back. “He was here to drop off things he stole. From the Bellamys. So we caught each other.” He looked back up towards Cody. “Where were you?”

“With the Bellamys,” Cody said. He wanted to press John for more information, or ask why Johannes had just left him here after catching him, but John’s lack of elaboration said more than any explanation would have. Whatever had happened here had been strictly between John and Johannes.

John frowned. “Why?”

“They needed a courier, and I wanted to see what I could learn about Hemisphere. I’ll tell you about it later,” Cody promised, knowing there was no way he could succinctly explain the story of his day - Fleetwood, Madeline, the mansion, the gators. “Oh, but Madeline Bellamy’s bodyguard used to work for Marc. And someone broke into the courthouse, or tripped an alarm, or something, and they sent me to check it out.”

John lifted his eyebrows in a silent question. H.D. had gone back to him and was pushing her head insistently against John’s cane, but John didn’t seem to mind.

“I ran into Johannes and he said you were up here,” Cody said, extrapolating what John had meant to ask. “I thought I’d see if you wanted to come with.”

“Oh,” John said. Then, after a moment of consideration, “I do.” H.D. oofed again, and he looked down at the dog, almost wistfully. “We can’t bring you.”

“We really can’t,” Cody agreed. “We have to get on a boat to get to the courthouse. And I dunno if the ferry’s still running, so we might have to row.”

John nodded. He stepped towards Cody, and around him, leading the way out of the trailer. H.D. followed him, then Cody, the lights flickering out behind them before Cody had the chance to so much as look for a switch. Cody followed John over towards where the circus’ other dogs lay dozing, and watched as he leashed H.D., talking to the dog in a low, patient voice whenever it whined at him. Affection swelled in Cody’s chest.

“I missed you today,” he said, unsure of how else to articulate what he was feeling.

“Me too,” John said.

John stood from the crouch he had been in, and turned, making his way over to Cody with steady, deliberate steps until they stood inches away from one another. Cody could feel the warmth radiating off him, could very nearly feel John’s breath on his skin, and stood very still, not wanting to spook John. When he moved, it was only to clasp his hands behind his back, remembering that John had asked him to sit on them the last time.

John leaned in and kissed him. It was a sweet kiss, not overly long, but Cody soaked it up like a desert plant took in the rain. He closed his eyes and stayed exactly where he was, barely breathing, feeling nothing but the way John’s lips closed over his. And then it was over.

“I can row,” John said, abruptly.

“What?” Cody asked. His eyes fluttered open, his hands unlocking from behind his back as though John’s voice had broken a spell.

“The boat,” John said. He was giving Cody a funny look - a little puzzled and a little amused. “If we need to row, I can row.”

“Oh,” Cody said. “Okay.”

As if following an unspoken agreement, they both began moving back towards the boardwalk - Cody first, and then John. Hesitantly, Cody reached back behind him, and was gratified to feel John’s free hand slide into his. John’s calluses were rough against his skin, but it was comforting to feel him there in the dark, to know they were going together.

11.14 || 11.16

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La Vie En Rose

About: Chris and a (first person pov) reader reminiscing about everything that led them to the middle of the dance floor surrounded by their loved ones at their wedding as they sway to Daniela Andrade’s English cover of La Vie En Rose for their first dance

Word Count: 2,146

Warnings: I'm gonna need you to sign a waiver or something because it’s just that sweet- I don’t accept responsibility for any health conditions that arise from this fic including cavities and heart palpitations and whatnot

I gripped my bouquet in one hand and squeezed Chris’s arm with the other, feeling the familiar curve of his taught bicep even through his tux. “Nervous, Mrs. Evans?” Chris asked playfully, looking down at me with a smirk on his lips and a twinkle in his blue eyes. “Why would I be?” I asked sarcastically as I placed the flowers in my other hand to adjust my veil.

Chris and I stood behind these beautiful oak doors, part of the gorgeous architecture that made us decide this place would be the perfect wedding venue. Even through the thick wood, we could hear our families and friends bustling about, talking and laughing while intermingling and enjoying the cocktail hour. I hoped everyone was getting along, but that didn’t take my mind off of the butterflies concocting a tornado in my stomach. Chris and I stood arm in arm as we anxiously awaited our cue, about to be introduced to everyone we loved as husband and wife.

“It’ll be alright,” he reassured me, reaching to place his hand over mine. “Love you,” Chris said nonchalantly as if it was a reminder to pick up some milk after work or put on my seatbelt. As if I, standing next to him in a white dress I’ve been dying to wear since I picked it out months ago with a wedding ring that matched his joining the diamond on my ring finger, needed a reminder.

“Love you too. Need me to go through my vows again?” I joked in an attempt to alleviate some of the tension that coiled up inside of me like a snake ready to strike in the form of an anxiety attack. Chris rolled his eyes and shook his head as he ran his hand through his dark hair, blowing out a breath I didn’t notice he’d been holding until now. I watched intently as he nervously twisted the silver piece of metal around his left ring finger, a new tick he’d already developed. At least the state of being a nervous reck currently had a population of two. I guess you could say neither of us were too fond of being the center of attention. “Very funny,” Chris said like he thought the exact opposite, but the way the corner of his lip tugged up hinted otherwise.

Before I could offer another witty response, the sound of the DJ's voice reverberated into the hallway. “Attention, please,” he said into the mic. The sudden shushing of everyone just through those doors had my stomach doing the kind of flips that made me reconsider whether or not we could join a traveling circus as a trapeze act. Chris held my hand in his, gripping it a little tighter than before. “It’s my honor to introduce everyone to Mr. and Mrs. Evans!” The door ripped open, revealing a dimly lit room so full of everyone we loved it seemed to be overflowing. Beautiful red roses were everywhere- Chris picked those out, being the hopeless romantic I know and love. Candles as the centerpieces were a good call too, they provided a warm glow to everything and provided a soothing vanilla scent. It felt like heaven.

Chris held our joined hands above our heads as if we were champions as he led us through the crowd. He seemed to be trying to take the moment in, every overwhelming bit of it, as he looked around the room. Caught up in the smiles on everyone’s faces, the resonating claps and cheers coming from all of our closest friends and family that made you feel so full of love you could just burst, Chris seemed so utterly happy I couldn’t help how my eyes stuck to him. His cheeks were red as he flushed with embarrassment, but he took it in stride with a grin so big it all but squeezed his eyes closed.

Soon, we reached the center of the dance floor where everyone crowded around us in a ring with enough room in the circle for it to feel like the world was only made for the two of us. It reminded me of how many happy accidents had to happen for us to be here, for Chris and I to exist at the same time and somehow grow up on the same street and then fall hopelessly in love with each other. The thought of how much of the universe had to happen for us to even happen and how destined we seemed to be in the mess of everything else brought tears to my eyes. Chris took notice when he turned to me, caressing my face in one hand and wiping the trickling teardrops with his thumb.

“What’s wrong?” he asked, devoting all of his attention to me despite the other hundred or so people in the room. Being surrounded by his family from all over the great state of Massachusetts made Chris’s accent so much more evident as he couldn’t resist emphasizing his broad a’s, bringing out that Bostonian way of speaking more than usual. “Not a single thing,” I told him with unconditional honesty, biting my tongue in an effort to refrain from killing the mood by making fun of his speech. “Plus,” I laughed, reaching to wipe the tears from his cheeks despite the scratch of his scruff, “you’re crying, too.” Chris laughed from his belly as he agreed that I had a good point.

The familiar strum of an acoustic guitar began once everyone quieted down, the start of a song that made me feel like I was floating on a cloud. Chris smiled softly, taking my hand in his as the other found a comfortable place on my waist. I leaned into him, resting my hand on his shoulder as I laid my cheek against his check.

Hold me close and hold me fast, this magic spell you cast

This is la vie en rose

When you kiss me heaven sighs, and though I close my eyes

I see la vie en rose

We started to sway to the song, one that was the background music to many of our favorite moments, one in particular I cherished the most in retrospect. One morning, Chris woke up first and decided to make breakfast. I remember how the smell of blueberry pancakes wafted into his bedroom, tugging me out of bed and toward the kitchen. He was still shirtless and his hair was a wreck from all the times I ran my hands through it the night before, standing in front of the stove with a frying pan in his hand. Chris didn’t notice me yet and I didn’t want him to, I was completely enthralled with the gentle curve of his hips as they swung to the music while he whistled to the tune of the words and how his back rippled when he reached for the spatula. And everything else about him, really. When Chris finally turned around and saw me, he broke out into a grin. “We’ve gotta dance to this song at our wedding,” he told me as if it were as much of a fact as the sky being blue. “We’re getting married?” I laughed incredulously. It wasn’t that the idea of it bothered me, in fact spending the rest of my life with Chris seemed like a dream, just that he’d only recently convinced me that even becoming something-more-than-friends might possibly be a good idea. Still, he was so sure of it. “Someday,” he insisted, turning back to the stove and pouring more batter onto the pan.

When you press me to your heart, I’m in a world apart

A world where roses bloom

And when you speak angels sing from above,

Everyday words seem to turn into love songs

“Looks like when people have dance battles in the movies,” Chris joked, looking around at the crowd surrounding us. I glanced up at him with playful annoyance lacing my furrowed brow. “For the record, I’d kick your ass,” I said smugly, humoring him anyway. Chris threw his head back with a burst of deep, rumbling laughter like if thunder was comforting, a sound I would never grow tired of. I couldn’t help imagining how his laugh would grow raspy with age, the same way it deepened at some point in high school. I could still hear the way Chris laughed until he cried when we were kids and he talked me into kissing a frog with the false promise that it would turn into a prince. “I’ll let you keep thinking that. Happy wife happy life, right?” he shot back, even more snarky than I anticipated. He sighed before placing a kiss on top of my head. “I could get used to that you know,” he whispered wistfully, nostalgic for a moment as it was still happening. I closed my eyes as I tried to focus on hearing the steady thump of his heart and hummed, hoping Chris would understand it as a question.

Give your heart and soul to me

And life will always be la vie en rose

“Calling you my wife, I mean. I like it,” he elaborated shyly like he was worried I might laugh at him for being so mushy. I adjusted our position, wrapping my arms around his neck while Chris clasped his hands together at the small of my back. Our eyes met and everyone around us seemed to melt into the background. I thought about lampooning him with some wisecrack about how he better after the blood, sweat, and tears that went into making this wedding happen and completely ruining the moment. “I like it too,” I reassured him instead, leaning in a little to place a quick kiss on his lips. “I’d hope so, otherwise this is awfully embarrassing,” Chris quipped as he kept us swaying to the tune of the guitar. Neither of us were as concerned with dancing well as we were with relishing in this moment, conscious of the fact that this was our only first dance. “Have I told you how beautiful you are yet?” Chris asked, taking my hand in his again before surprising me with a twirl. I giggled, looking down at our feet in an attempt to hide my blush. I noticed a couple tears already forming around the bottom of my dress’s tulle from where Chris had missed the floor with his step.

And when you speak angels sing from above

Everyday words seem to turn into love songs

I didn’t mind though, I imagined myself in another twenty years or so digging through our attic and uncovering the box my wedding dress had been tucked away into and remembering this exact moment, the wholehearted happiness I felt and the way Chris smiled at me with a familiar softness. “Only so many times I’ve lost count. Have you seen yourself though?” I retaliated the compliment with raised eyebrows, looking him up and down in his tux. It was a dark navy blue, just enough to make his beautiful baby blues pop against the shade. Chris only rolled his eyes, pulling me into his chest again to continue our dance. I was keenly aware that the song was about to end so I tried to soak up as much of this feeling of it being just two of us against the world while I still could. Soon, we’d be drinking with our friends while they poked fun at us for being tied down, eating our choice of chicken or fish that wouldn’t be worth the price tag regardless, and making small talk with the distant uncles and aunts we only saw at events like these anyway. For the last few chords of this guitar, it was just Chris and me holding each other close and sharing little things meant for just the two of us to hear.

Give your heart and soul to me

And life will always be la vie en rose

At the end of the song, Chris dipped me and leaned down into a passionate kiss that would’ve been immensely embarrassing if I thought about how my grandmother was watching. I was intimately reminded of all of the eyes on us as the crowd erupted with cheers, but even that didn’t faze us. Chris lifted me back up to stand with him, pulling away for air as we drowned in the sea of people around us. Without breaking eye contact, he grabbed both of my cheeks and pressed his soft lips against mine again like some sort of declaration, pouring every bit of his passion into me. I placed my hands over his, liking the feeling of the cold metal of his wedding ring pressing against my palm, and thought about how there were so many mind-bogglingly wonderful things like this we’d get to get used to together.

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phylophe · 5 years

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Quotable Quotes and Memorable Moments

“From NVMN (& co.) in The Harrowing:

Character: Mikyur / Player: Laz @lazzuderp

Character: Neith / Player: Kiyo @waffuruki

Character: Nergui / Player: Deej @djkalis

Character: Velis / Player: Kimi @kimlime-pie

GM and all mentioned NPCs: Yours Truly

In approximate chronological order:

Quotes

Neith, all the time: “It’s good craftsmanship.” (Also Neith, at one particular moment: “I guess you can say... it’s good cardsmanship.”)

Velis, at the start: “I am a librarian.” Neith and Mikyur, every chance they get: “Aren’t you a libraaarian?” “Shouldn’t you know about that, Mr. Libraaarian?”

Mikyur, oftentimes: “Here comes INSPI-YAAAAAHHH COURAAAAAAAGE!!!”

Brambleson: “I’m Brambleson. Who are you?” Mikyur: “Mikyur!” Neith: “Neith.” Velis: “I’m Velis.” Nergui: “Peter.”

Brambleson: “I got there late though, so I only got to eat [Sonnorae’s] feetsies...” The Party: “.........” *silent horror*

Neith: “Hey Brambleson, you wanna try some of this?” *holds out infinite hipflask of mead* Brambleson: “Ooohhh...” *opens his mouth and tilts head up* Neith: “...” *pours some directly into his mouth* Brambleson: “OOOH it makes me tingly! I like it!” *later, upon a separate encounter* Brambleson to Neith: “You got more of that drink?”

*Going to Barrow Island* Nergui: *flies over* Neith: *climbs the steep slippery banks with cat-like reflexes* Velis: *slips all over the mud, barely managing to scramble up to the top of the banks, his invisibility ruined as he is now covered in mud* Mikyur: *critically fails to climb the banks, slips and almost slides under the end of the drawbridge into the water*

Barrow King: “Are you here to mourn?” Nergui, with zero hesitation: “NO.” The rest of the party: “WHYYYYYY.” GM: “Roll initiative.”

Velis: *shows that he can fight, sneak attack, inflict bleed damage, use poison, go invisible, etc.* Neith: “What kind of a librarian fights like that?” Velis: “Well, being a librarian isn’t my only job--” Nergui: “Are you a bandit?” Velis: “No, I’m n--” Nergui: “It’s okay to be a bandit.”

Mikyur: *wanders off in the Prophet’s Garden* Velis: *throws a rock at him to get his attention, dealing maximum damage* Mikyur: “OWW WHY DID YOU THROW ROCKS AT ME???!!!” *flips his shit and throws rocks back at Velis, missing three times before giving up and sulking*

Sonnorae: *gets baleful polymorphed into a frog, still clings stubbornly to Mikyur’s face* Everyone else: *tries to pull her off with no success* Mikyur, with tears in his eyes: “Guys, guys! Just stop!”

Sonnorae: *screaming way too much and too shrilly as a frog* Nergui: “Do you want me to turn her into something quieter...” Mikyur, getting a lightbulb moment: “Can you turn her into... a mole?” Nergui, clicking his fingers: “Done.” Sonnorae: *turns into a golden mole*

Mikyur and Laz: *literally cries*

Neith: *finds some drawers hidden in the walls of the Nightpeddler’s machine room* Kiyo: “I open a drawer.” GM: “You hear *demented shrill moaning and crying* and see this.”

Kiyo: “I slam the drawer close.”

Nergui: *casts Blood Biography on blood and gore on a bed* “...These are birthing fluids.” Velis: *recoils in visible disgust* Nergui: *holds his soiled finger out towards Velis* Velis: “Touch me and you’ll lose that finger, boy.”

Nergui: “You know how... clerics get powers from their deities? Well, I have my own, lesser-known god, and I get my powers from him or her.” Neith, without missing a beat: “So you’re a swamp cleric.”

*After the Eclipse event* Neith: “We destroyed the moon.” Neith: Neith: “Now there’ll be no night.”

Anyone other than Deej, after an enemy dies: “hOW diD yOu DiE?” [see Actually Dramatic Moments]

Neith, as Eleith and Nergui speak Auran to one another: “Get a room!”

Neith, holder of multiple extradimensional items, after learning about the consequences of putting one bag of holding into another: “...Oh.”

Mikyur, looming over Jocob’s shoulder: “Do you have any insects?” Jocob: “Uh, I have this--” *pulls out a dried dragonfly in a jar* Mikyur: *snatches it*

Mikyur, looming again: “Do you have peanuts?” Jocob: “I have boiled peanuts--” Mikyur: “Don’t want it. I want roasted peanuts.”

Velis: *seriously considers how to most brutally sabotage the Nightpeddler’s wares* Velis: *sees caged cockatrice chicks amongst his wares* Velis:

Mikyur: *shoots a lightning-charged bolt from between Rogg’s legs, hitting an Ogre Guard in the thigh, while the lightning travels to zap the ogre’s testicles* Brambleson, watching all this up close: *covers his own testicles*

Everyone: *watches Eleith tear the succubi apart brutally* Algon: “I hope no-one is enjoying this.” Brambleson: *pulls his ears down*

Mikyur, after misunderstanding Essessol’s insult to Agrasug as directed at him, moving to a spot outside of the line of fire, Messages Essessol: “Stupid bitch!”

GM: “Algon uses Smite Evil! ...How does Smite work again--” Kiyo, instantly: “I FUCKING KNEW IT!”

Neith, from inside a blue gem: “Hey Velis you look kinda blue.” Velis: *internal panic, checks that he still has his disguise of human skin colour over his blue tielfling skin*

Nergui, after a battle with shadow demons involving Magic Jars: “That wasn't too bad.” Mikyur, with smugshit face, having called it: “Uh-huh, having your soul sucked out of your body seems pretty bad to me.” Nergui: *closes the door between himself and Mikyur* Mikyur: *bars the door from the other side*

Mikyur: “What did I telllll you, huuuhhhhhh? Oh iT’s NOt A cULt, aSmODeuS dOESn’T Do CuLTs-- *continued unintelligible petty ranting*”

Velis: “There you are. I was about to find some rocks to throw at you again.” Mikyur: “Well I don't need to find rocks, I'll just have Rogg throw some at you!”

GM: “Are you going to bring Eleith?” Deej: “Uh, no.” Neith to Nergui: “Gonna leave your girlfriend behind?” Ongaur to Nergui: “You got a girlfriend? Congratulations, boy!”

Zassrion: *roars in rage as the party enters his Grand Library* Neith, in Draconic: “FUCK YOU!”

All players: “Sonnobitch.” All players: “Brambleboi.” All players: “Algon will be all-gone.” All players: “Ongaur Bongaur.” “Uncle Ongaur.” All players: *ships Algon x Barrow King*

Clown Shoes Moments

Nergui buying forty full-sized pretzels and stuffing them all into his bag of holding. Bonus: Neith actually witnessing such act.

Mikyur continuously failing to recall the details of his conversation with Rumul, the young Dwarven wizard, from two years ago.

Neith being in constant denial of magic. Everything is just “good craftsmanship”.

Velis piling on lie after lie about his identity and putting in massive effort for his disguise, while the party remains suspicious the entire time and just don’t bother questioning him.

Nergui sucking at conferring information from his divination, often causing unnecessary panic or leaving out vital details.

Nergui eating nothing but pretzels (and the occasional frog or grub) for almost the entire duration of a week in the Harrowed Realm, and using pretzels to barter with Brambleson and Embor.

Mikyur obsessing about seeing a Unicorn over the course of several sessions after seeing it on a card; by the time he actually gets to it, he becomes distracted by a pear tree instead.

Sonnorae --> Sonnobitch --> Sonnofrog --> Sonnomole

Nergui getting distracted by a frog while helping the others lift the healing berry plant out of the ground, and proceeding to literally drop everything to pounce on the frog.

Nergui accidentally putting the healing berry plant into a teapot with Tokens in them, and having to dig them back out discreetly.

Neith and Nergui trying to hastily restore Marzalee’s wax statues that they had broken on their way in, getting it all wrong (limbs on backwards, in the wrong places, extra/missing parts) in their panic.

The party really knowing how to make comfy camps.

Velis working out a way with Neith to store all the books he wants to take with him. It involves holding fees.

Velis trying and failing to set anything on fire at the Nightpeddler’s Camp.

Mikyur and Velis freaking out over cockatrice chicks.

Velis getting very fixated upon an expensive rug in the Nightpeddler’s tent.

Mikyur getting actually triggered by 1. Balimar’s fireball, 2. Nergui setting the Fortress’ Courtyard plants on fire, 3. Lamashtu’s statuette, and 4. the thought of cultists.

Brambleson having front row seats for multiple Striding Fortress fights, simultaneously being completely in the way.

Algon and the Barrow King always stepping past / beside / over one another. [Hence shipping.]

Neith and Mikyur literally bathing in the pile of coins.

Actually Cool Moments

Neith bursting through the tent of the Midnight Circus most dramatically, getting an intimidating jump on Bernaditi.

Neith and her gun-fu.

Mikyur placating the Barrow King and the Grasping Dead by way of a critical hit with his lightning-charged crossbow, causing the electricity to radiate over the ground, eventually also winning the Barrow King’s favour and receiving his blessing.

The party, especially Velis, unanimously getting sick of the Unicorn’s condescending shit and deciding to murder him.

The party giving Algon an existential crisis, eventually leading to an alignment change.

Velis having just the right thing (Ticktock Man’s eyes) to trade Marzalee for her token.

Mikyur narrowly surviving Balimar’s fireball.

Nergui dominating Balio, giving him a sickle to kill himself. Balio, in rabid fury, swats away the sickle, and tears his own throat open. (Nergui, being spiteful, uses Blood Biography on him, asking him “How did you die?” to rewatch the violent death.)

Nergui straight up cutting the gangrene out of a sick slave’s leg with a dagger and no anaesthesia.

Eleith slowly tearing several succubi limb from limb, while everyone else watches on and offers the occasional ranged attack to help end the poor succubi’s misery.

Neith and Nergui succumbing to Magic Jar; their bodies overtaken by shadow demons, their eyes opening to black voids and bleeding smoky tendrils.

Nergui erecting a Blast Barrier just in time to block Zassrion’s lightning breath directed at Neith and himself.

Ongaur hacking Zassrion apart, and Algon somehow dealing the killing blow despite having lost his powers, rewriting his fate in the most dramatic way.

And finally, something memorable, funny, and awesome all at once...

The party making allies along the way, increasing the group to almost three times its initial size, and bringing a whole village to kill Zassrion in 24 seconds.

#nvmn neverland #quotes #characters #pathfinder #ttrpg #chatlog #?#mikyur #neith #nergui #velis #roleplay #the harrowing

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sohotthateveryonedied · 6 years

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hey! can i request any sort of personality headcanons of young justice s1 dick?

• So many flips. This small boy is like a bunny okay he just doesn’t stop jumping around and flipping everywhere. He’s a dolphin. A leap frog. Flipsy the dog.

• It took him a while to learn English, since his native language is Romani. He got bullied a lot because middle school kids are demons, so sadly he was determined to make it so he’d sound completely American and nobody could make fun of his accent again. Sometimes when he’s tired, though, you can still hear his underlying accent when he talks.

• Bruce lost track of how many times Dick would get sleepy after patrol and he’d have to carry him home piggyback.

• He got homesick all the time after Bruce adopted him. He missed being in the circus to the point where, as a surprise for his ninth birthday, Bruce installed a huge room in the manor for Dick to swing around on the trapeze.

• Meeting Wally West was an experience, especially to Bruce and Barry watching. It seemed like one second the boys were complete strangers, and the next they were best friends to the point where they’d already exchanged Webkinz account info so they could keep in touch.

• *at the breakfast table one day* Dick in his eight year-old squeaky voice: “Hey Bruce, why isn’t the opposite of ‘delicious’ just ‘licious’?

• Bruce and Alfred, having no idea what they were in for: “Well there are lots of words that do that. Why don’t you try finding more as a learning activity?”

#headcanons #dick grayson #batfamily #young justice #lay it on me papa bob

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the-metal-reaper · 6 years

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The Ghost and the Guard Finale- Night 3

“Helpy, what do you think of this?” Michael tilts the catalogue towards Helpy, pointing to a green animatronic named Happy Frog. “Yeah, you’re right. I can do better.”

He flips to the last page, where a photo of a black animatronic bear is taped on. Hastily scrawled next to it is a note: “Lefty; $5.”

Michael stares at the page. Why is it only five dollars? It must be a typo. He calls up Fazbear Entertainment to check and no, it wasn’t a typo.

“I’d be crazy for getting this, right?” Michael looks up at Helpy. “Yeah, I saw the condition it’s in.”

The guard looks back down at the picture, staring into the thing’s eyes. He expects to see the blank stare from the animatronics he’s used to, but instead he sees… kindness. A familiar kindness that’s almost covered up by its sad smile.

“I’m getting it.” Michael announces, slamming down the catalogue.

The guard hangs back, watching Lefty interact with the children. The bear’s sad smile was replaced with one of joy as it spoke and laughed with the kids in the restaurant. It looked up and notices Michael’s stare. He looks away, but not before noticing Lefty’s joyful expression drop to one of concern and sadness. Why? Was it scared of him? Was it scared for him? Was it afraid of being salvaged? Was it-

Stop attributing feelings to the robots. Michael snaps himself out of the spiral. It doesn’t even know what’s going on.

He walks into his office and locks the door. Feeling the oven-like heat in the office, Michael flips on the fan. It’s barely a minute before Michael hears ragged breathing from his left.

“Father, I know you’re there.”

The breathing stops.

“Father.”

A low, malicious chuckle echoes through the office.

“Why are you here? I burned Fazbear’s Fright to the ground. You didn’t have to come back, but you did.”

“Michael, you’re my son.” The guard’s eyes narrow. “I… love you.”

Michael almost laughs. Five years ago, this would’ve broken him. He would’ve cried, maybe even hugged the monster. And that would’ve been the end of Michael. But now… “No, you don’t. You don’t love anything. Now, what do you want?”

The thing scoffs. “You’re immortal, for God’s sake. The least you could do is be a good soul and let me inside.”

“I was a good soul. Now I don’t have one.”

Springtrap shifts in the vent. “Michael.”

“Look, father, it’s been a lovely chat,” Michael opens up the audio tab on his computer. “But I’m afraid we’re out of time.” He presses the button. A child’s laugh plays, barely audible from the office.

“Y’know what? You’re not worth my time.” Springtrap’s creaks grow quieter and quieter, until Michael can’t hear them anymore. He finishes the work in silence.

The guard’s footsteps echo in the empty restaurant as he moves to the salvage room. He glances at the stage and-

Lefty isn’t there.

Michael looks over his shoulder, and it isn’t there either. It wasn’t in the room. Sighing, Michael drags himself into the salvage room. He’s too tired to search; he’ll do it in the morning.

"You're not who I expected to see." Michael gasps at Baby, broken down in front of him.

“L-liz, I…” He trips over his own words. “You’re here.”

“Obviously.”

“Do you… recognize me?”

“Of course, Mike.”

“Oh my g-god!” Michael runs over to Baby, arms open, but Baby sidesteps him.

“Lizzie? Is something wrong?”

“You betrayed daddy, Michael. You tried to burn him down! How could I ever forgive you?”

“What?” The guard gapes at her. “He… he hurt a lot of people, Lizzie. Innocent people. Including you!”

“But now he’s going to save us. Now we get to live forever!”

Tears spring to Michael’s eyes. I can’t save her. “I… you have to let me do this, at least.” He picks up a cassette tape.

“Okay. I’ll sit still for this.”

“Begin audio prompt in 3… 2… 1.”

“I didn’t want to hurt you.” Circus Baby shifts in her seat. “I didn’t even know it was you. I wasn’t very… aware, before. He was in control.”

“Who?”

“Begin audio prompt in 3… 2… 1.”

“Ennard. The thing that inhabited you.”

“Oh.”

“You have completed the maintenance checklist and may proceed with the salvage.”

“Lizzie…” Michael fiddles with the cassette tape. “You can still redeem yourself. Come home with me. I’ll fix you up. We can talk, catch up! It’ll be…” He chokes up, tears welling in his eyes.

“No, Michael. You’re not on our team this time. And if you’re not with us, you’re our enemy. Watch your back.”

The guard stands shakily and turns away. “I… I wish things could be different.”

“You don’t really know who your employer is… do you?”

“Goodnight, Lizzie.” Michael closes the door. His shoulders shake with sobs as he sinks down to his knees. Lefty still hasn’t appeared.

Without warning, Charlie’s words echo through the guard’s mind. Stay determined, Mike. He had remembered her telling him that whenever old memories would take hold of his mind and not let go. The phrase had been from one of the games she was playing at the time. Michael couldn’t remember the title, but he could remember that she had cried for days over it.

It was funny, Charlie didn’t even need to be with Michael to help him. Where are you, Lee?

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#michael afton #charlie miller #the puppet #marionette #fnaf 2 marionette #scraptrap #scrap baby #fnaf 6 #fnaf ffps #fanfic #theaghostandtheguard finale #theghostandtheguard au #TheMetalReaper

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mysterylover123 · 7 years

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Maiko + Tropes

Back to Avatar the Last Airbender, where it all started. It’s time to do tropes for my ATLA OTP: Zuko/Mai. Prepare for some teenage grouchiness. (Sourced from TVTropes.) Also, Spoilers

1. ADORKABLE

Mai: Mai is not normally very adorkable, but around Zuko she gets all giggly and blushy. They express their love in very awkward and adorable ways. The B-story in "Nightmares and Daydreams" is a good example.

Zuko: All of his attempts to be a normal and friendly guy end up charming failures. Notably, he practices an apology to a frog, then proceeds to demand an answer.

2. ANTI-VILLAIN

Mai: Though not to the extent of Ty Lee (what with being a Jerk with a Heart of Gold instead of a straight-on Nice Girl), she is still only going up against the good guys because she works under someone who is evil.

Zuko: An early episode contrasts him with Zhao, who only wants to find the Avatar to bring himself glory while Zuko was only even there is to complete a mission so his father will love him.

3. BETA COUPLE

Mai: With Zuko.

Zuko: With Mai. While Aang and Katara dance around the issue, they're snuggling and watching sunsets. Flipped on its head in the comics, where Zuko and Mai go through a bad breakup while Aang and Katara are relatively stable Sickeningly Sweethearts.

4. BIRDS OF A FEATHER

Mai: With Zuko. They're both perpetually frowning Emo Teens with some kind of family issuewho are from the Fire Nation and use bladed weapons.

Zuko: With Mai. They're both perpetually frowning Emo Teens with some kind of family issue who are from the Fire Nation and use bladed weaponsWith Katara. They're both willful, compassionate, and emotional individuals who lost their respective mothers at a young age and are about equal in terms of bending abilities.

5. BROKEN BIRD

Mai: Her mother treated her like a liability instead of a daughter, was not allowed hobbies or even to speak unless spoken to, and her only friends were Ty Lee and Azula. No wonder Mai is so cynical and bitter.

Zuko: A rare male example; any innocence he had was lost between his father's and sister's abuse.

6. BROODING BOY, GENTLE GIRL

Mai: Zig zagged with Zuko — Both manage to be both with each other. For the brooding part, they both come from a dysfunctional family which led to them becoming Broken Birds but in different ways (Zuko having anger issues and Mai suppressing her emotions). As for the gentle part, both encourage one another to express themselves in healthier, non-problematic ways.

Zuko: Zig zagged with Mai — Both manage to be both with each other. For the brooding part, they both come from a dysfunctional family which led to them becoming Broken Birds but in different ways (Zuko having anger issues and Mai suppressing her emotions). As for the gentle part, both encourage one another to express themselves in healthier, non-problematic ways.Katara is the gentle girl to Zuko's brooding boy - they are a platonic variation of this trope, despite the Ship Tease.There's a very brief moment of this with Toph and Zuko - in "The Ember Island Players", Toph comforts Zuko while he's angsting over his Uncle. They go back to being Like Brother and Sister, though, when she punches him and informs him that "That's how I show affection."

7. CHARLES ATLAS SUPERPOWER

Mai: While turning her back on Azula at the Boiling Rock, she managed to consistently pin several guards onto solid metal architecture, using the same knives with which she attacks everything and everyone else. More passively, she's on even footing with the average elite bender, such as Early-Season-2 Katara and half the Terra Team sent to attack The Drill.

Zuko: While one of the most visibly muscular characters, he once punches a person across a room, and is seen shattering iron, steel, and wood with his kicks. All that training has served him well. Might be a result of Iroh's training: even among the Fire Nation, Iroh and Zuko are the only ones to display superhuman strength unrelated to bending.

8. CHILDHOOD FRIEND ROMANCE

Mai: In a flashback, we see her admiring Zuko from afar as kids.

Zuko: With Mai. There's a flashback to Puppy Love.

9. DEADPAN SNARKER

Mai: Has a very dry sense of humor.

Zuko: Since Zuko's the most ill-tempered character in the show, this is a given. He's actually a lot like Katara in that respect: particularly sarcastic in books one and two, less so for a part of book three, and then more so for the other half.For instance, after some random kids threw an egg at Earth Kingdom soldiers, they blame Zuko, who continually denies it. It eventually leads to this exchange:Gow: The egg had to come from somewhere! Zuko: Maybe a chicken flew over.He also manages to get in a few good ones at Sokka, of all people:Zuko: I think I'm a little past your level, Sokka. Why don't you practice with the Duke or something. Sokka: The Duke? But he's, like, eight years old! Zuko: He should be a good match for you, then.Even eight-year-old Zuko gets in on the action.Azula : You waste all your time playing with knives. You're not even good! Zuko : Put an apple on your head and we'll find out how good I am!

10. DEFROSTING ICE KING/QUEEN

Mai: Much like her boyfriend, except it takes her longer to thaw.

Zuko: It takes two and a half seasons, but he thaws with The Power of Friendship.

11. DUDE/CHICK MAGNET

Mai: Besides Zuko, another teen flirted with her in "The Beach", and Kei Lo admits to genuinely liking her.

Zuko: Sometimes in a relationship with Mai. He has loads of Ship Tease with Katara and a temporary love interest in the one-off character of Jin. The comics also have him being ship teased with Suki. Has almost as much onscreen romance as Sokka, plus a fan club and a bunch of random girls that swoon over him at the beach.

12. EERIE PALE SKINNED BRUNETTE

Mai: Emphasizing her emo personality.

Zuko: During the first season, where he has chalk-white skin coupled with a black ponytail. It later evens out slightly; sometimes his hair is dark brown instead of straight black, and he adopts a very slight tan that takes the edge off the eerie. That said, cutting off the ponytail and growing his hair out properly probably also helped.

13. HIDDEN DEPTHS

Mai: The gloomy knife thrower is a Cool Big Sis after off-screen Character Development.

Zuko: Badass, Determinator, Evil Prince -turned- The Atoner, is also a Momma's Boy and a lover of Turtleducks. In the "Ember Island Players", he gives hints that he likes theater, but just dislikes that specific group because while they have great special effects, they tend to butcher their stories. He admits to Toph that he's been doing Angst? What Angst? for some time, but the play is opening some hidden wounds.Toph: "Oh come on. Lighten up. They're just having fun." Zuko: "Fun? Of course you (Toph) like it. They made you a big buff guy! But to me... they're taking all the mistakes I made and throwing them right back in my face."His Uncle has indicated numerous times Zuko is also skilled with the fictional Tsungi horn.

14. JERK WITH A HEART OF GOLD

Mai: Generally quite a jerk but she has a soft spot for Zuko.

Zuko: He's Hot-Blooded and can still be quite rude, but Zuko is a good hearted person.

15. KICK THE DOG

Mai: In her first appearance, she turns down a hostage deal for her own infant brother.In the comics she dishes out a lot of emotional abuse against Zuko, although she still claims to care for him. She jokes about his death, his choice of friends after meeting Aang, and talks about how awful he is in general to Kei Lo.

Zuko: Often when he was in danger of becoming too nice, at least until his formal Heel–Face Turn in Book 3.

16. LONELY RICH KID

Mai: She has no friends other Ty-Lee and Azula, and they were off at the circus or war.

Zuko: He is the banished prince of the Fire Nation, but you can literally count the people who genuinely care for him on one hand (Iroh, Mai and Ursa). Eventually subverted when he makes his Heel–Face Turn, after which he becomes part of Aang's True Companions.

17. LOVE REDEEMS

Mai: She follows Zuko in Heel–Face Turn because of his turn and her love for him.

Zuko: Averted with Mai. He leaves her before switching to the good side and the two don't reconcile their relationship until after the final battle. Instead it was familial love for Iroh, whom he acknowledges as his true father figure and role model, that redeems him. The shame he feels for betraying his uncle's trust is part of what compels him to make his Heel–Face Turn. He also influenced Mai to follow suit and betray Azula.

18. THE MASOCHISM TANGO

Mai: Her relationship with Zuko is not healthy. The two love each other but their conflicting morals and lack of communication leads to countless fights and their constant break-ups. She spends pages in Avatar: The Last Airbender – Smoke and Shadow describing what a horrible boyfriend Zuko is and how badly a relationship with him had hurt her. This leads to her making harsh jokes at his expense and she expresses the need for her to "move on" by dating Kei Lo.

Zuko: Has this type of relationship with Mai. They love each other but constantly fight, do not understand each other, have different morals and are always breaking up only to get back together again. Mai tells Kei Lo about how miserable Zuko makes her feel and she later says it to Zuko's face about how much of an idiot she was to date him.

19. MEANINGFUL NAME

Mai: Mai is the Cantonese pronunciation of 袂 meaning "sleeve of a robe", which is where Mai conceals her weapons.Her name is phonetically similar to the Japanese mei (冥, めい), meaning "dark", which is relatable to her gloomy personality.

Zuko: Zuko's name is written in Chinese characters which read as "ancestor's robber". It may or may not be intentional, but Zuko is an actual name in a Filipino dialect. Its meaning? "Madness" or "Angry." And he spends a lot of time angry in the show...

20. MUGGLE-MAGE ROMANCE

Mai: In a relationship with Zuko.

Zuko: In a relationship with non-bender Mai.

21. NEW OLD FLAME

Mai: She and Zuko are a textbook "skip all the boring foreplay and get right to the intensity." Contrast with the heroic Official Couple, who were in the foreplay stage for fifty episodes. In this case we see a flashback of them as Childhood Friends before the reunion.

Zuko: Zuko and Mai are a textbook "skip all the boring foreplay and get right to the intensity." Contrast with the heroic Official Couple, who were in the foreplay stage for fifty episodes. In this case, we see a flashback of them as Childhood Friends before the reunion.

22. NOBLE DEMON

Mai: She may be on Azula's side, but she's not evil.

Zuko: Character Development for him in Season 1. He goes from burning down the Kyoshi Warriors' village in his pursuit of Aang to abandoning a later pursuit to keep his soldiers safe. Even right from the start, he threatens the South Pole villagers to get information on the Avatar but when Aang promises to come quietly if he leaves the Water tribe alone, Zuko agrees (and keeps his word).

23. OPPOSITES ATTRACT

Mai: She and Zuko somehow manage to be this and Birds of a Feather. Despite their apparent similarities, their temperaments are completely opposite: Zuko is a Hot-Blooded Determinator, whereas Mai is an emotionless Defrosting Ice Queen.

Zuko: He and Mai somehow manage to be this and Birds of a Feather. Despite their apparent similarities, their temperaments are completely opposite: Zuko is a Hot-Blooded Determinator, whereas Mai is an emotionless Defrosting Ice Queen.

24. PERPETUAL FROWNER

Mai: Even when she's cuddling with her boyfriend she's frowning.

Zuko: "I'm never happy." Though it is averted around Mai, and after he joins Team Avatar.

25. RED ONI, BLUE ONI

Mai: The blue to Ty Lee's red. Or, since Ty Lee describes Mai's aura as grey, and hers as pink, Mai's the Grey Oni to Ty Lee's Pink Oni.

Zuko: The emotional, easily angered Red Oni to his sister's calculating, eerily calm Blue Oni, though it's reversed after her Villainous Breakdown. This is enforced by the colors of the Flames they produce; Zuko's flames are red/orange, while Azula's are blue.The hot-tempered, loud Red Oni to Aang's positive, peace-loving Blue Oni, which is visualized through their facial markings (red scar vs. blue tattoos)

26. RELATIONSHIP REVOLVING DOOR

Mai: She is in a constant on-off relationship with Zuko. It's unstable to say the least. They get together only to break things off a few months later. They make up but then decide to call it quits again. It is supposed to be a contrast to Aang and Katara's solid relationship.

Zuko: His relationship with Mai is complicated and...unstable to say the least. They break up at least twice in the series and once again in the comics.

27. SOUR OUTSIDE SAD INSIDE

Mai: Like Zuko, she acts cold as a result of her past.

Zuko: He may act abrasive, but knowing his past, it's not hard to see why.

28. TALL DARK AND SNARKY

Mai: A raven-haired Snark Knight. It's a trait she shares with Zuko.

Zuko: Tallest teenager in the series with raven hair and a cynical attitude.

29. TOOK A LEVEL IN BADASS

Mai: Mai already established herself as a badass (but quiet and knife obsessed) Lady of War took a level in badass in the episode "The Boiling Rock, Part 2". Mai took out 13 prison guards and freed the gondola line to help Zuko and company escape the boiling rock prison...and Princess Azula. Although this could just be a case of Mai being Not So Stoic.

Zuko: He gradually improves throughout the series, but he makes dramatic improvements in season 3. It's then he learns to redirect the most powerful of lightning, holds his own against his sister, casually raise a huge fire tunnel that engulfs an entire hallway, and most importantly, firebends without relying on rage.

30. UNDYING LOYALTY

Mai: To Zuko. Even when their relationship is on the rocks, she remains loyal. Two instances: the Boiling Rock encounter where Zuko explains his treason and desertion and inspires her to defy Azula herself, and again in the "Rebound" free comic day issue where she discovers her father wants to use her as an insider against Zuko in a bid to put Ozai back on the throne.

Zuko: This is Zuko's greatest weakness and greatest strength. Loyalty kept Zuko on the side of his father and sister long after he stopped seeing things their way, but when he finally made up his mind to join Aang, he took a lot of punishment from them without complaint to win their trust, and he protected them over and over. In the sequel, Zuko abdicated the throne, naming his daughter Fire Lord, so that he could travel the world after Aang's death, to keep their dream alive while the Avatar could not.

31. WHEN HE/SHE SMILES

Mai: Just like her boyfriend, she frowns so often that she looks really cute when she smiles genuinely.

Zuko: The poor guy is frowning so often (and for good reason), the few times he gives a genuine smile are really heartwarming.

32. WELL, EXCUSE ME PRINCESS

Mai: To Zuko. She doesn't put up with his angsting.

Zuko: Something of a male version of this trope in regards to Mai. She doesn't put up with his brooding and temperamental nature, instead encouraging him to lighten up.

#Avatar The Last Airbender #mai x zuko #zuko #maiko #atla maiko #mai #TV Tropes #parallels #atla shipping #atla #tropes #shipping

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