#LOOK AT THE FONDNESS bitch is just staring at troy like that

[annikasevenshots]

Star Trek Picard: Season 3 Episode 3 Reaction (spoilers!)

* Bev being a grounding force for Jack like yes she is so MOTHER

* "goddamn back window" IM SORRY THID IS SO FUNNY LIKE. the viewscreen won't work so you just look out the mf built in window 😭

* whose idea was it to have a viewscreen instead of a window anyway 💀

* WHY ARE THEIR SKINS SMOOOOOOTH IT'S GIVING ODO DEADASS 💀💀💀

* my dad actually sent me a pretty emotional text about that fatherhood scene 🥹

* I wish we'd gotten to know Thaddeus :(

* TROI CAMEO TROI CAMEO TROI CAMEO TROI CAMEO <3 <3 <3

* Wait if Thad was born on the Titan mayhaps we could see him in LWD? As a babbby??? 🥺🥺🥺

* Ngl Shaw knowing when to relieve his crew to get rest, I respect that

* LITTLE VOY

* SEVEN FIXING THING SEVEN FIXING THING SEVEN SEVEN SEVEN

* BABY LA FORGE BABY LA FORGE BABY LA FORGE BABY LA FORGE

* SHE'S 100% COMING TO THE SPINOFF IF I SAY SO MYSELF

* also didn't shaw say seven earned her post back after finding jack last episode? what are they mf doing

* "This sounds rehearsed" SHES SO MEAN PLEASE SEVEN I WOULD REHEARSE A SPEECH IF I HAD TO SPEAK IN FRONT OF HER TOO

* me rehearsing my hellos in line to meet jeri ryan at london comic con like

* THE TITAN THEME PLAYING IN THE BACKGROUND??? JUST SO GENTLY????? FUCK WHAT YALL ARE SAYING ABOUT SHAW THE TITAN IS SEVEN'S CREW <3

* COMMANDER SEVEN 📣📣📣

* "go rest, ensign" god i wish someone would tell me to go rest

* HER FOND HEADSHAKE PLEASE

* Bev being a doctor 🥺

* JACK BEING A DOBERMAN GUARD DOG AND FOR WHAT

* Honestly seeing Bev back in Sickbay again is just. Seeing Dr Beverly Crusher is just. Is just is just is just.

* FACE ACTING 📣📣📣 these people are masters of their craft i swear

* "A perfect day on borrowed time" that is actually so beautiful

* the fifth time 🤡🤡🤡 JL was keeping track and for WHAT

* guys omg,,, they bonked. they fucking bonked and they're making me think about it while staring at two geriatric people

* GATES MCFADDEN SLAY

* that is actually so well acted that's such a SLAY.

* Picard: I never want a family

* Bev: okay i'll respect that

* Picard: no not like that >:(

* See I keep forgetting that this series is actually called Star Trek Picard because everyone keeps overshadowing him. I'm so sorry PatStew these girlies are girlbossing so close to the sun

* Bev really wasn't wrong though

* "All to the same stars that own you" GUYS WHY IS THE WRITING SO 🤌🤌🤌

* i'm actually surprised at how well That Part of the fandom is coping with a secret son arc given the fact that they were furious about michael being spock's half sister. but then again 🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️🤷🏻‍♀️

* "He's not Dad" HE'S DADDY 🤡👍

* The way those officers passed SO SLOWLY BETWEEN RIKER AND JACK I MEAN SAME I'D WANT ALL THE HOT GOSSIP LIKE👂

* "I owe this ship's captain an apology" bitch you owe SEVEN an apology actually be serious

* Oh my god they actually had someone standing guard at a mf WINDOW this show is so unserious

* Jesus christ Shaw

* Okay but Shaw knowing when to take a step back? I honestly respect that. That's what a good leader is about.

* EPIC TITAN FIGHT THEME sorry i will never shut up about the music

* On the note of music, KLINGON OPERA 📣📣📣

* Someone on Twitter noted that Raffi was holding a phaser very similar to Seven's Fenris Ranger one in S2 and I can't take my mind off of that like this show is so crazy detailed

* CHAMOMILE TEAAAAAA <3

* Me running to the grocery store to get chamomile tea because i want something to remind me of raffi and merchandising is shit with star trek

* Seriously just sell Worf's chamomile blend you'd make so much bank

* The red light imagery when Worf says "I have learned to access calm as well as fire" WOAHHHHHHHHHHH

* Raffi being like "I TOLD YOU THAT BITCH" and Worf being like you dumbass 🥰👍

* Actual ideal dynamic

* OH MY GOD RAFFI that speech. "My life, my family, my sobriety" FUCKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK

* Worf calling her Raffaella 😩🤌 actual top tier

* Raffi's like 👁️🤡🫴😩👉🙄🤔😤... ���

* Seriously Bev is such a soothing doctor, I love her so much

* Jack taking after her footsteps as well

* BEV KNOWING WHAT SHE'S DOING I LOVE HER SM ACTUALLY

* "How does she keep finding us" Shaw is actually big brained? Kinda? Like I can see Shaw as a Captain like he's Captain Brained

* The Shrike is actually so cool I'm ngl

* "She's pulled us deeper into the nebula" no? she just dragged you around the corner pls 💀

* Feeling silly goofy wanna run away and start a nightclub in District 6 of Mtalas Prime

* PLEASE RAFFI AND WORF ARE SO SIBLING CODED

* KEEP SQUABBLING MY LOVES I LOVE YOU BOTH SO MHCH

* "I told you to stay back" "It is not in my nature to stay back" THEY ARE BOTH EXACTLY THE SAME I SWEAR TO GOD

* "You look inconspicuous in that hood" "Says the Klingon in warrior gear" "It is casual" THEYRE SO UNSERIOUS

* "I'm glad to see you are feeling better" "I'm not😤" why is raffi so funny

* "Beheadings are in wednesdays" STOP BEING FUNNY MY MENTAL HEALTH CANT HANDLE THIS 😭😭😭

* SEVEN BEING UNFAZED "you're insane 🤷🏻‍♀️" WHY IS SHE HILARIOUS

* SEVEN OF NINE PLEASE KICK ME LIKE THAT

* the way i know jeri ryan asked to have a scene where they had to put on masks /hj

* "Hansen to bridge" breaks my heart every time

* RAFFI YOU CAN TAKE MY FINGERNAILS ANY TIME WHATEVER MAKES YOU HAPPY ♥️♥️♥️

* "I think I feel my chamomile tea coming back up" SHE DRANK WORF'S TEA ♥️♥️♥️

* oh my god the way raffi So gently sniffs the drug

* THAT MONOLOGUE. STEP. ON. ME. RAFFI. MUSIKER.

* RED IMAGERY??????

* YES!!!!!!!! SEVEN TO THE BRIDGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! SEVEN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TO THE BRIDGE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

* Ohhh now I see why it's called 17 seconds

* Dr Ohk is so baby I want to be her actually

* Is Beverly using the samsung tricorder they used last season

* That LOOK. TATTOO THIS ON ME

* WHY IS MICHELLE HURD SUCH A TOP TIER ACTRESS GODDAMNIT

* GOO MAN??????? MAN GOO GOO MAN GOO???????? GOO MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

* Being a father is making Picard make bad decisions I'm ngl

* Ooooh Raffi and Worf headed to Daystrom 👀 Will they meet La Forge and La Forge Jr I wonder?

* THE WAY THE PORTAL SHOOTS THEM BACK IN THE ASS IS SOOOOOOO COOL

* also how did none of them predict this they know the portal weapon exists

* me when i forget the enemy has reflect damage on when i game lmao rip titan

In conclusion I ate bread while watching this

[komca]

Chadfits [4/?]

graduation gown + white graphic tee + basket ball 

[distant-rose]

Carousels and Pretzels

Notes: @welllpthisishappening​ is an amazing person and I will never forget the day we met and started chatting and realized we know a lot of the same places. This is a dumb and purely indulgent fic that is full of Albany/Capital Region references most readers might not understand but admittedly, they’re only meant to be understood by one person and that’s Laura. She’s a phenomenal person, literally one of my favorite people and just an all around amazing human being who doesn’t get enough recognition for just how perfect and wonderful she is. Anyway, this was going to be a much longer fic but I kinda ran out of time. Also, Druthers has better pretzels than Brown’s, fight me. Summary: Emma Swan takes a job at Hoffman’s Playland with the hope of not running into anyone she knows from UAlbany. Instead, she runs into Killian Jones, a former lacrosse athlete whose tragic accident she covered as a story back in February. Word Count: 2,000+ Rating: T+

Hoffman’s Playland wasn’t Emma’s first choice of summer employment. If it were up to her, she would have been working for the Troy Record all summer, but their internships weren’t paid, and Emma had to rent to account for and she refused to hike all the way up to Lake George to work the depressing lunch shift at King Neptune’s again. 

It wasn’t the worst place in the world to work. Though she was forced to wear the ugliest combo of a polo and cargo shorts and the staff break room constantly smelled of Subway, her coworkers were pretty okay and was only a thirteen-minute commute from her apartment in Troy. Furthermore, it was monotonous enough that she could spend her days plotting how she was going to run the Inklings magazine this year and whether or not she should apply to grad school or try to apply for a job at the Times Union while she’s finishing up her last year.

Another plus was no one knew her at Hoffman’s aside from Mary-Margaret. It made everything easier, especially after her huge breakup with Neal and the amount of rumors of drug use that circled around afterward. They had broken up not longer after his dorm got raided and he tried to pin his stash of pot on her, nearly getting her expelled from the school. The last month of Spring Term was awful and she was lucky that most of her newspaper and literary magazine friends stood by her or else she wouldn’t still be in school, let alone have made it as the sports editor of the Albany Student Press and Inklings in the fall.

Still, the way things went put a bad taste in her mouth and she hoped that it would too stale for anyone to care about by the time that September rolled around. With most of the clientele of Hoffman’s being families with small children, she’s highly doubted that she would know anyone who went there.

Until she did.

Actually, that wasn’t entirely true.

Emma didn’t know Killian Jones personally, but it was a name and face she’s gotten to know well over the past three years. While she had never truly met the guy, it was imperative that she knew of his existence as a staff writer for the student paper and then later on as the girlfriend of Neal Cassidy, the starting lacrosse goalie.

His name wasn’t one that was said with fondness, but usually disdain. The name Killian Jones was generally premised by the use of the word “fuck”, “screw” or any variety of obscenity. There were three reasons for this hatred: 1) he went to Siena, UAlbany’s cross-town rival, 2) he played lacrosse and 3) he was good at it.

At least he used to be.

In February, he got into a car accident in Troy, a mere three streets away from her apartment. It has been a nasty one, which ended in the loss of not only his girlfriend’s life and his hand, but also his lacrosse career. She remembers quite clearly writing up the article on it for the Albany Student Press and then later on the party that had been thrown by Neal in celebration of his fallen adversary. Neal had hated Killian with a passion and the two of them had gotten in a fight during a game last year, which ended with a picture of Killian punching Neal square in the face on the front page of the Times Union sports section. 

Emma, on the other hand, felt bad for him. Despite the fact she had attended Neal’s horrible party, she had argued that it was in poor taste. Killian might have been “the enemy” but what happened to him was horrible and alongside reading a very sympathetic article on his behalf, she had even sent a condolence card.

Since then, Emma hadn’t so much of heard or seen anything on Killian Jones until he was standing in front of her, wearing a green Siena lacrosse sweatshirt and jeans in the middle of July and holding the hand of a small blonde girl no older than six.

She was so stunned by the fact he was standing in front of her that she did little more than stare at him for a good few seconds. She completely forgot to give her greeting and safety spiel.

Luckily, she was saved by his little companion.

“Hi!”

“Um, hi.”

“You’re pretty.”

“Thank you. You’re pretty too,” she replied, laughing at her awkwardness. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Alice! What’s yours?”

“I’m Emma,” she smiled. “Would you like to go on the ride?”

“Yeah,” Alice beamed before tugging roughly on Killian Jones’s hand. “Uncle Killy, give her a ticket!”

“Right,” he mumbled, fishing through the pockets before handing her a crumbled ticket.

She deposited it in the proper container before starting up the ancient carousel. The old music croaked through the speakers as it slowly started to move, but Alice didn’t seem to mind. It’s obvious to Emma that she’s pretending that the horse she’s riding was real, and the sweetness of the scene filled her made her smile.

Still burning with curiosity, she glanced back at Killian. He was standing a few lengths away and watching his niece with his forearms practically stuffed into the front pocket of his hoodie. As if sensing her glaze, his eyes shifted in her direction. Despite the urge to look away, she often him a small smile instead. He didn’t return the gesture.

When the ride stopped and Alice hopped off, he took her hand and left without a word. Only Alice turned back to give her a wave. Emma returned it tentatively, wondering if she upset him and swallowing her questions.

She didn’t know why she cared so much.

Much to her surprise, they return the next day. This time, he was wearing a pair of khaki shorts and a leather jacket despite the fact was nearing a ninety-degrees. Again, he didn’t speak much, letting Alice do all the talking. They show again the next day and the day after that; each and every time Emma had tapped down her inner journalist to keep from asking questions that were burning in the back of her throat. What happened to you? Why do you wear long-sleeved shirts? Why do you keep coming to this ridiculous 1950s amusement park?

Following Wednesday was a cloudy and humid day and there was only a handful of people in the park and none of them seem interested in riding the carousel. Emma fought the urge to play on her phone. Despite the horrible weather, Killian and Alice showed up yet again. The little precocious girl handed her a fistful of tickets.

This time Killian stood closer to the operator stand, practically hovering over her shoulder. He and Alice had been coming every day for nearly a week and a half now, and never before he had stood so close to her. She did her best to ignore him, focusing all of her attention on the little girl on the painted horse.

“How many times do you think she can ride that thing before she throws up?”

She nearly jumped at the question, turning to face him with surprise. He wasn’t looking at her, his eyes trained on Alice, but Emma could tell he was waiting for a response.

“I don’t know,” she answered honestly. “Depends on how strong her stomach is, I guess?”

He nodded. A few beats passed before he spoke again. “You look tired.”

“I haven’t been sleeping well,” she admitted. “I don’t have any air conditioning and my room in my apartment is kinda like a hot box.”

“That sucks. We don’t have AC either, but we’ve kinda be taking to sleeping on the porch since it’s screened in.”

“I don’t really have the option. I live in Troy.”

“Oh? Where? I’m familiar with it.”

“Let me guess? Bootleggers?” Emma asked sarcastically, without thinking. Bootleggers was a well-known college bar a few blocks away from where she lived and it was known to be frequented by obnoxious underage Siena students with fake IDs. It was constantly being shut down and reopened.

Killian laughed, a loud and boisterous sound that caught Emma by surprise once more. She had never seen him look so animated.

“Maybe, when I was a baby freshman, but I would like to think my taste level has gotten better since then. So, yeah, you located? Lansingburgh? North Central? The Hill? Sycaway? 

“Downtown. Third street.”

“By Brown Bag burger place, right?”

“That’s on Fourth street, but yeah, pretty close. More by the Ruck.”

“I love that bar. They have great wings.”

“They do and they’re less expensive than Brown’s. One of my roommates is a bartender there. David. He may or may not give us free pitchers occasionally.”

“Brown’s is expensive, but it’s good beer. I love their oatmeal stout. Their pretzels with the honey mustard are amazing.”

“They do have good pretzels but the one at Druthers are better.”

“Druthers? Isn’t that in Saratoga? It’s a bit hike, isn’t?”

“No. There’s on in Albany on Broadway,” she responded. “It’s not too far from the Pump Station and Old English.”

She was almost embarrassed about the fact that she often referenced locations by the bars in the neighborhood. In her defense, she had lived in the Albany area for nearly three years and have been involved in more Birthday tours than she could count.

“You’re a bit of a foodie, huh?”

“I used to write for the local eats section of the Albany Student Press my freshman and sophomore year before they switched me over to a different section,” Emma chuckled. “Needless to say, it was a bitch to keep off the freshman fifteen when you’re eating at every cool and exciting places across the Capital Region every week.”

“Sounds like a hardship.”

“For my scale, yes, it was,” she laughed.

When they ran out of tickets, Emma wasn’t sure who was more disappointed, Alice for no longer being able to ride the carousel or Killian for having to end their conversation. He reach forward and gave her shoulder a squeeze.

“You here tomorrow?”

“Same time, every day.”

“Good. I’ll see you then.”

He didn’t disappoint. This time not only bringing his niece, but also a large Dunkin Donuts coffee as well. Emma stood in shock as he handed it to her.

“I figured that you would like this since you’re not sleeping lately.”

“You didn’t have to do this.”

“No, but I wanted to.”

“Why?”

“Because you treated me like a person and not some wounded animal,”

“Oh…” She didn’t know what to say to that. “We just talked about food.”

“And it was the best conversation I’ve had in a long time,” he responded, lifting up his arm, which was once more covered by a Siena lacrosse hoodie. He pulled it back to expose the scarred stump left behind by the accident. “Yesterday was the first time I talked to someone aside from my niece who didn’t mention or talk about my accident. I felt normal again.  Coffee is the least I could do.”

“You’re welcome, I guess. Seriously. Thank you. It’s the nicest,” she said, taking a sip and giving him a small smile.

Growing impatient with the conversation, Alice tugged her uncle’s sweatshirt.

“You didn’t ask her yet,” she told him impatiently, not at all impressed with her uncle. He looked amusingly chastised for someone being told off by a six-year old.

“I was just getting to it.”

“Well, ask her so she’ll let me on the ride.”

“Okay, okay, Miss Pushy,” he responded with a roll of her eyes before giving Emma an apologetic grin.

“Ask me what?” Emma prompted him with a question.

“Well, if you’re not doing anything later, would you mind going to Druthers with me and, you know, having some pretzels and comparing them to Brown’s?”

“Just pretzels?”

“Well, and a beer or two? Perhaps maybe even dinner?”

“He likes you and wants to be your boyfriend,” Alice stated, crossing her arms in front of her chest and huffing at Killian.

“Well, that’s a good thing because I like him too,” Emma laughed. “And, yeah, we can go to Druthers and depending on whether or not, he agrees Druthers has better pretzels, maybe, just maybe, I’ll be his girlfriend.”

[dcladies-secretsanta]

Titans

TO: @dccomicsbookshelf

FROM: Your Secret Santa 

Done Right Steph and Cass were surveying Gotham from their favorite perch in the city, all the bats had a favorite vantage point. Theirs happened to be the very top of a semi popular casino. Way up on the neon blue sign saying “Fortune!”. It wasn’t really known for its originality. It was a fairly quiet night in Gotham, they’d only had to stop five bank robberies and three were at the same place down the block. Cass was quietly enjoying ice cream and watching the sober people entering the casino as the distraught and less than sober people leaving.

“I think I’ve had my fill of inaction. I kinda want to beat someone up.” Steph said with a huff. Cass tilted her head.

“Yes.” She said with a decisive nod. Steph pulled out binoculars and scanned the skyline, that was when the lenses went dark. Steph pulled away and blinked in surprise at the hovering amazonian. Donna Troy was smirking at them.

“My sisters in arms, Starfire and I require your aid, will you join us?” She asked, Steph always forgot how ripped donna was. She was starring a little too long at her arms.

“Uh yes, Yes! Sorry, we’re in. RIght Cass?” Cass nodded tossing her cone which elicited a a faint cry of anger from below.

“What’s the crisis?” Asked Steph Donna extended her arms and each batgirl grabbed a hand as Donna flew northward.

“A most peculiar alliance has formed between unlikely allies. It would seem Riddler, Dr. Light, Captain Cold, and Mr. Zsasz have taken hostages in some heist. The purpose is yet unclear but it is dire nonetheless.” Donna said, Cass threw a sideways glance at Steph who hid a snicker.

“Why, do you need our help? I’m sure you and Starfire could easily handle them.” Hell one of them might have been able to take on all four of them.

“We require a more subtle unit in this battle, we know nothing of the layout of the building, nor what hostilities may lie in wait. Additionally Star and I are not particularly adept at avoiding notice.” Cass smirked.

“Yes.” Steph grinned. “Alright, so Cass and I sneak in, get the scoop, you bust in, we rescue the hostages and beat the bad guys. Sounds easy enough. Where’s Star?”

“Star awaits at the scene, making sure it does not escalate why I gathered reinforcements.”

The rest of the flight was mostly silent, and brief, Donna was pretty fast. They arrived at the Gotham science department, it was odd because none of the listed villains had a particular fixation with science. Star was watching the building from a rooftop across the street.

“Oh salutations friends! I’m so glad you have joined us!” Cass chuckled and waved. “Any developments Star?” Steph asked pulling out the binoculars to see into the building, She sighed as she couldn’t see anything.

“The police are doing their best but they are, as they say, at a standstill.” “Cass let’s enter through the roof access, Donna, Star, take these, this is how we’ll stay in contact.” Steph handed them earpieces. She and cass then slipped into the darkness and Donna soon lost track of them.

“Do you think our friends have the what it takes?” Star asked concerned.

“Without a shadow of a doubt Star.” Star hovered back and forth. “Be at ease, they are skilled warriors, you need not fret.” Star nodded and took a few deep breaths.

“Am I correct that there are six sidekicks to the Batman?” Donna smirked “Verily there are two more, the one called Oracle and the mighty Batwing.” Starfire shook her head.

“Nightwing had always said his family was quite complicated.” “There is even another, she is not counted among the children, a batwoman, and Batman has a lover called Catwoman. I’ve heard a few of them speak fondly of an Alfred and a hound called Ace. I think it is more complicated than even they are aware.” Star giggled.

“I would very much like to meet a ferocious Bathound!” They both laughed quietly at that. “What is next a Batcow?” Donna said between fits causing them both to erupt into laughter again. After a few moments the giggles and tears subsided.

“Are there more of you Donna?” Donna shrugged. “I suppose I have no room to jest for there is another Wonder Girl named Cassie, Diana has a Kangaroo named Jumpa, and I heard rumour of a brother. There’s also a fierce Amazon by the name of Artemis, she has been Wonder Woman once or twice.” Star nodded smiling.

“Is it nice to have such a group?” Donna nodded. “We are bound by the deepest sense of sisterhood, I know that even in times of peace my sister will always be there with me.” She said fondly staring up at the night sky lost in memory. “Surely a Princess of Tamaran has many warrior friends?” Donna said turning her attention to the fiery alien.

“Well I have a as you say, caretaker who was most kind. I have a sister but my sister is... most unpleasant. We used to be close, the last few times we’ve encountered one another it has ended in violence.” Star said closing her eyes to the hurtful memory.

“Not all sisters are from blood or comradery in arms, some are formed through friendship.” Donna said placing a hand on Starfire’s shoulder. Star smiled.

“Thank you Donna, your words are quite the comfort.” “Spoiler to Troia, Black Bat and I have located the hostages, it looks like there’s 9 scientists. Meanwhile the bad guys are rounding up the tech from one of the labs. It looks like they plan to destroy it. I can’t tell what it is from my vantage point but it looks like it deals with brain waves of some kind. I see a few headgears.”

“Well done Spoiler, what of bombs or traps?” “There’s none that we can make out but Riddler is a tricky son of a bitch.” “Do they have a route for the escaping?” Star asked. “Strangely no, they look like they might plan to just head out the front door. Their only superpowered members are Cold and Light, and while they’re dangerous they could potentially be overwhelmed by gunfire. Another strange thing is that they aren’t talking to one another. It’s just silent, no arguing or barking orders.” Star and Donna exchanged a perturbed glance.

“Are you able to cause a distraction or rescue any of the hostages?” Steph laughed over the radio.

“When you see it fly in and grab some hostages alright?”

“See what?”Star asked confused only to be answered by a boom, and a billowing of smoke that could be seen through the windows.

“Ohhh, I should have known, Nightwing is fond of the smoke bombs.” “Let’s go!” Donna shouted and the two swooped inside, a quick sweep said the smoke was surrounding the bad guys and the hostages were clustered together in the corner. Donna and Star extended their hands allowing three people to grab a hold per arm. One climbed on Donna’s back and they swiftly carried the hostages out to the police. “What are the villain’s interest in your work?” Donna inquired. “The devices they are gathering up are telepathic enhancers and inhibitors. Some generate pockets of psychic interference, others can amplify a psychics range and power levels.” Said a dark skinned woman. She looked like the head of the team.

“Did they say anything else?” Star asked. “No, they just moved silently, they didn’t even seem very interested in us. Several of us were secretly texting family and the police. They didn’t even care. It may be my work clouding my judgement but they act as if they are being controlled.” You could almost see her mind working to put the pieces together.

“Thank you, you’ve been most helpful.” “Spoiler, Black Bat, We are headed in. Be careful there’s a possibility they are being controlled.” Star and Donna flew in once more to see the batgirls engaged in battle. Cold and Light were firing blasts of ice and light at Cass and Steph who were dodging with incredible acrobatics. Cass hurled batarangs, two were frozen but the third detonated sending cold flying. Donna swung her lasso at Zsasz who had run swiping his blade at Cass and yanked him toward her. Star and Dr. Light began hurling light blasts at each other. Their light beams ricocheting dangerously. Riddler threw his own projectiles that Steph avoided easily. Cold got up and hurled more ice daggers at them. Cass and Steph propelled upward, Cass swung around delivering a devastating kick to Cold’s jaw, Star managed to blast Dr. light in the chest while Steph descended from above to land on the riddler. Cuffing him in the process.

Steph and Cass high fived over the defeat of the villains. “Fantastic job friends!” Star cheered. “Who are you working for Zsasz? The Lasso compels you to obey my command.” Zsasz struggled and gasped but did not answer. Donna blinked.

“Answer me!” She commanded, Zsasz suddenly went slack. “Little heroes, you can’t expect me to give up my secrets so easily, you may have won the day, but trust me. I’ll be back.” And with an ominous chuckle Zsasz became unconscious. The four of them stood around feeling a slight sense of foreboding and quickly delivered the criminals to the police.

From a rooftop a few buildings away a woman watched the proceedings with disdain. “Shall I convince them to finish the job your highness?” Asked the man next to her with a wicked grin.

“That won’t be necessary Psimon, the children may have interfered in the destruction of the originals but with all the confusion I believe the research we’ve gathered will make sufficient copies.” Queen Bee smirked at the tablet that now had all the files from the project. Riddler may be annoying but he was useful with a computer.

“Come psimon, I think we have a few upgrades to work on.” and with that the queen of Bialya and her henchman disappeared into the night.

Back at the crime scene out heroes were busy celebrating. “We should do this again, I have a feeling that this particular mission isn’t over yet.” Steph said.

“Agreed.” Said Cass. Donna and Star smiled. “I’d like that.” “As would I!” And the four walked off into the night as well with the beginning of a beautiful team up.

[meteora-writes]

So I just found out Luciana is confirmed for s4 and since I am a super petty bitch was wondering if you could write a trick fic where Troy lives and eventually ends up running into luci and nick. Nick has this relationship crisis but ends up choosing Troy? Idk if you can make this short enough for just a req fic but hey worth a shot to ask right? (never stop writing btw please)!!!!!!!

Sorry it took me a while to get to this one, I too am a bit of a petty bitch about this situation (mostly because I think they’re going to have them get back together like nothing ever happened between them in the first place), so I’ll gladly give this a shot.  

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No Choice

Parings: Nick Clark x Luciana Galvez & Nick Clark x Troy Otto

Warnings: ANGST, Self-Destructive Behavior, Drama, A nauseating level of fluffy feels, Love Confessions, First Kisses

Notes: Thanks to @anon-ai for helping with the parts of the story in Spanish. I really appreciate it.

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Nick made his way back to the bazaar after he blew up the dam. After bullshitting his way back in he went back to working for El Matarife like nothing had happened. No one asked about where his family or friend had gone, and nobody cared that he was constantly drunk and high.

On the morning of his 7th day back working for Matarife, Nick was out collecting walker heads when he noticed a car driving towards him. He ignored it, content to behead a slow-moving walker with his machete. The car was probably headed down the road to the bazaar anyway.

Nick tossed the walker head into his rickety shopping cart with the others and started to push it along the roadside when the approaching car slowed to a crawl behind him. He kept on ignoring it. It wasn’t the first time someone stopped to gawk at him as he did his job.

A moment later the engine cut and Nick could hear the telltale sound of a car door opening and closing. He heaved a sigh as he turned to tell off whoever was walking up behind him, a hand on the handle of his machete just to be safe. “What-” he began, words dying on his tongue at the sight before him.

Standing beside the front bumper of a beat up old Buick Century, was Luciana in all her post-apocalyptic glory. “Nick.” She said, eyes wide as she took in the sight of him for the first time in weeks.

Nick blinked in disbelief, briefly wondering if he was still high before he took a step forward, then another, and another. Before he knew what he was doing, he had wrapped both arms around her and pulled her into a tight hug that she returned without hesitation.

After a long talk (read as: lots of arguing ending in Nick telling Luciana everything that happened after she left him) Luciana told Nick that she had never found her friends in Mexicali, and that she’d been wandering ever since. She’d heard about El Bazar and decided to check it out.  

The two ended up falling back into a relationship of sorts after that. At first Luciana was just crashing with Nick in the quarters that Matarife set him up in, then one night, Nick woke up from a nightmare to Luciana standing over him with this look in her eyes. She ended up climbing into bed with him and the rest was history.

Or so they thought.

Two months later Nick was sitting in the cantina, his head aching from yet another night of terrible sleep and an excess of equally terrible tequila. He had already finished work for the day, so now he was nursing a glass of something that tasted something like lemonade mixed with lighter fluid while he waited for Luciana to return from a scouting mission.

After a while a figure plopped down onto the vacant stool beside Nick’s, their elbow bumping Nicks as they got settled. Nick couldn’t really see the person in question, the hood of his jacket was pulled up to try and shield his eyes from the harsh light of day. He grunted at the other person jostling his arm and in turn his drink, but otherwise he paid them no mind.

The figure, a man, knocked his knuckles on the bar top to get the tender’s attention. “I’ll have a water.”

Nick froze mid sip at the sound of the man’s voice. He knew that voice. It had been haunting his dreams for months.

Turning his head slowly he was greeted with the side profile of none other than Troy Otto. A living, breathing, Troy Otto. Nick fell out of his seat at the realization that the man beside him was real and not a drug induced vision.

Half the denizens of the cantina were laughing at Nick as he flailed to the floor, spilling his drink all over himself and making his hood fall back from his face in the process. He landed hard, momentarily stunning him and forcing him to close his eyes tight against the world.

When Nick opened his eyes again, Troy was standing before him, his own eyes wide with shock as he looked down at Nick. The two stared at each other a moment before Troy smiled and held out a hand that Nick took without hesitation. The instant Troy had Nick on his feet the taller man had pulled him into a bone crushing hug.

“I don’t…  How are you here? You were dead, my mom killed you! How the hell are you alive?” Nick asked, pulling away and looking Troy over. The left side of his temple had a gnarly pink/red scar that spider webbed around the corner of his eye from where the hammer had struck and torn away flesh. His hair covered a section of it, but it was still painfully obvious against the natural tone of Troy’s skin.

“She knocked me out. Pretty sure she fractured my skull, too. I woke up a few days later in some village down river. They told me someone blew up the dam and I was found on the riverbank not long after.” Troy explained looking Nick over as well. “You look like shit.” He added.

Nick snorted a laugh at that. “You’re one to talk.”

“I don’t know. I think the scars give me an air of mystery.” Troy said, grinning broadly at Nick like it’d been a day since they’d seen each other last and not over two months.  

Nick found himself grinning back. “They give you an air of crazed serial killer.”

“So, you’re saying they don’t affect my boyish good looks in the slightest then.” Troy quipped, earning a punch in the shoulder for it.

Nick rolled his eyes before turning back to the bar to flag the tender down for another drink. “Okay, so, you’re alive, you have been this whole time. What the hell, man? Where have you been? Why didn’t you come looking for me sooner?” He asked as righted his stool and took a seat.

“I had amnesia.” Troy said with a shrug as he sat down beside Nick.

“You’re kidding.”  

“Nope. Couldn’t even tell you my own name up until a few days ago. People that found me were calling me Joe. I hated it. But on the bright side I learned some Spanish and I think I’m a little less racist now.” He said with a small laugh before taking a sip of his water.

“Of course, you did.” Nick said with a fond smile and a shake of his head. “It’s really good to see you. You would not believe the nightmares I’ve had since everything that went down at the dam.”

“Yeah? I’ve had nightmares about what happened at the dam too.” Troy said, cocking his head a little to catch Nick’s eye as he stared down into his drink.

“Yeah?” Nick asked, blinking up from his drink to meet Troy’s gaze.  

“Yeah.” Troy said, scratching at his jaw as he thought about it. “I’d see Madison coming at me with the hammer, then I’d see you looking horrified, then I’d wake up thinking it was actually happening.”

“I’m sorry.” Nick blurted.

“For what?” Troy asked with a snort. “Madison’s the one who snapped and tried to kill me. That isn’t your fault.”

“But it is! I couldn’t protect you! If I hadn’t gotten cornered by Daniel then mom never would have found out what really happened with the horde and you never would have gotten hurt!” Nick argued, turning his body so he was mostly facing Troy now.

“Nick, she would have found out eventually. And chances are she would have had a gun instead of a hammer when she did. I don’t blame you for how things went down.” Troy said, grabbing hold of Nick’s hand and giving a squeeze as he looked the younger man in the eyes.

Nick looked from Troy’s eyes down to where the older man’s hand was holding his own. The contact made his stomach do a funny little flip. He kind of liked the felling. “Troy, what are-”

“Just, hear me out.” Troy cut in, giving Nick’s hand another squeeze as he made Nick look him in the eye again. “I couldn’t remember who you were for over two months, but you were in every single dream I had in that time and one thing became crystal clear to me. I am so in love with you, Nick. I’m in love with you and I wanna be with you for the rest of my life.”

Nick felt like he was dreaming. He had to be. No way in hell this was actually happening.

“What the hell is going on!?!?!” Luciana yelled from behind Nick, breaking the spell Troy’s word had created.

Nick yanked his hand from Troy’s so grasp fast he almost pulled the taller man from his bar stool in the process. “Luciana, you’re back.” Nick said as he moved to stand.

“Answer me, Nick! Qué está haciendo aquí este psicópata? Tu me dijiste que el había muerto!” She spat, glaring daggers at Troy, who had moved to stand behind Nick.

“Calm down, please, people are staring.” Nick said, grabbing hold of Luciana’s arm and pulling her away from the busy cantina and in the direction of their living quarters.

“I will not calm down! What is he even doing here?” Luciana asked as she yanked her arm free of Nick’s grip.

“He came looking for me. He survived my mom attacking him and when the dam blew it washed him down river. El despertó con amnesia después de eso. Sus recuerdos acaban de regresar hace unos días.” Nick explained, feeling like his life had turned into a fucking telenovela or some kind of harlequin romance novel.  

“Te das cuenta de lo loco que suena eso?” Luciana scoffed as she came to stop outside the door to  their room. “You lost your family because of him, Nick! Why were you even talking to that monster?”

“Because he is my family! Cuando tu te fuiste el estuvo ahí para mí! When I got high and lost my mind in the middle of a horde he saved me! I know he’s a monster, but so am I, Luci. The only difference between us is that I tried not to be!” Nick defended, all of the feelings he’d been ignoring for far too long coming out in one burst.

“Y qué hay de mi? If you consider that bastardo family then que soy yo?” She demanded, getting right in Nick’s face.

“Luciana, I-”

“Don’t! If you’re going to let that monster back into your life then I want no part in it. Tienes que tomar una decisión, Nick.” She said flatly before pushing past him and disappearing into their shared living space.

Nick watched her go, eyes wide in shock and a hand held out in front of him where he’d reached to try and stop her. A moment later he heard a throat being cleared and he turned to see Troy standing a few feet behind him.

“Did you mean all that?” Troy asked, head tilted a little to the side as he studied Nick closely, like he thought it all might be a lie.

“Every word.” Nick said softly, locking eyes with Troy.

“I’ll understand if you choose Luciana.” Troy said after a short pause with a nod of his head. “I know how much you care about her.”

“Cared.” Nick corrected without thinking. He blinked in confusion at his own statement before speaking again. “I mean, I still care about her… But not like I did before she left the ranch…”

Troy looked a bit taken aback by Nick’s confession, his blue eyes wide and trained on Nick’s face. “So… How do you feel about me then? You didn’t really get a chance to say anything before we were interrupted back there.” He asked, trying hard not to sound hopeful.

“Honestly…” Nick began, taking a few steps forwards so he was right in Troy’s personal space when he went to speak again. This close he could he could see the few strands of red hiding in the dirty blonde of Troy’s beard when his gaze flicked down to the older man’s mouth momentarily. “I’ve been in love with you since the night we got high together and you stopped me from talking myself to death.” He said with a small smile. “Maybe longer…”

Troy’s features broke into a broad smile before he brought both hands to cup Nick’s face and pull him into a kiss. It was soft, and sweet, and totally not what Nick would have expected from a first kiss from Troy Otto. It was perfect.

When the kiss ended a moment later, Troy let his forehead rest against Nick’s as he looked him in the eyes. “So, it took you that long to fall for me?”

Nick snorted a laugh and pushed Troy away from him playfully. “Like you loved me from day one.” He snarked, remembering the look of boredom on Troy’s face the first time he’d seen him covered in walker blood back at the depot.

“Nah. I loved you from the moment you held a gun to my head and told me I wasn’t a scientist.” Troy said easily as he continued to smile at Nick.

Nick cracked another smile at that. “Of course, that would be the moment.” He said with a roll of his eyes. “Hey, let’s get out of here. I don’t know about you, but I seriously hate this place.”

“Where do you want to go?” Troy asked, blinking down at where Nick had taken his hand and laced their fingers together.

“I don’t know, but I’ve got a car and credits for enough gas and supplies to hold us over for a while.” Nick said easily, leading the way to the busy trade area of the bazaar.

“You’re not going to say anything to Luciana?” Troy asked, looking back over his shoulder at the door the woman had vanished through before turning to watch where Nick was taking him.

“She was listening, she knows what my choice is.” Nick said with a shake of his head.

With that they got enough supplies to get them started someplace new, and they left the bazaar. Neither of them looked back or wondered what could have happened if either of them chose differently.

[writerofblocks]

So this became a short thing. Call it a NIABT omake, I suppose? Takes place toward the tail end of SR2.

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It’d become a game, of sorts. Every time she and Troy met under the radar (or at least intending to be under the radar), she would come up with increasingly ridiculous permutations of his name or insults to call him until he broke down and vocally protested. Today was no exception.

Bridget waved him over to the diner booth.“Hail and well met, Helen of Troy!” she chirped, sliding a menu over to his side of the table. “Troy-blerone. Brad-shawshank Redemption. Hoity Troy-ty. Mr. Generic Cap and Glasses, Christ, it’s like you want everyone to know you’re hiding your face.”

The barrage elicited nothing but a sigh and a roll of Troy’s eyes behind the aforementioned “disguise”. “Your sense of humor remains the same, I see,” he muttered, opening the menu to browse.

Bridget lazily shrugged her shoulders and opened her own menu. “Whatever you say...” One last shot. She had to make it count. “...Noodle Hair.”

Bullseye. The menu slammed down onto the table’s surface with a plastic thwap as Troy’s hand flew up and clutched at his head through his cap, face twisted in indignant mortification. “My hair does not look like noodles!” he hissed.

“It did years ago!” she shot back. “Used to stare at it and get hungry for ramen packets. I could just-” She made a horrible slurping sound with her mouth. “-it up. You know?”

Troy didn’t disappoint; one moment to collect himself and he was ready to return fire. “Oh If we’re talking about unfortunate hair styles, lets fuckin’ discuss your gelled up shitty boy band ‘do,” he scoffed. “Could have used it as a spike strip, for crying out loud.”

“Hey! At least it was in style at the time.” She pointed her menu at him accusingly. “Yours was just an unfortunate mop.”

Troy threw his hands in the air. “So is it a mop or is it ramen noodles? It can’t be both.”

Bridget grinned. This was exactly what she’d been looking for. “Who says it has to be separate? Maybe I do my cleaning with it. Use the broth as a disinfectant.”

“Would certainly explain the state of your apartment,” Troy muttered under his breath, picking his menu back up and pointedly staring at it instead of her.”

“Shut up, I’ve been busy.”

His eyebrows raised. “Doing what, exactly?”

Bridget didn’t rise to the bait. She picked up her own menu and flipped a page. “Fucking your mom, what else?”

Troy’s eyebrows dropped, returning his expression to ‘unamused’. “Really? You’re stooping that low?”

“Mhmm.” She turned another page in the menu. “I ordered coffee already, by the way. Asked them to make a fresh pot. Extra strong.”

She could have sworn she saw Troy visibly shudder with relief. “Thank Jesus.”

Bridget scoffed. “Bitch, thank me!”

Troy rolled his eyes once more, but his face settled into something approaching fond. “Thanks, Summers,” he said softly, the corner of his mouth curling up into half a smile.

She waved a hand breezily. “Whatever. I wanted coffee, I asked for coffee,” she replied casually, but she echoed the smile with one of her own. She knew he got her meaning. He usually did.

Also I legit called Troy “’Stashe n’ Dash” at some point in the Big Bang and it may just be because I’m stressed but I can’t stop laughing at my own stupid joke what is wrong with me

[elliotthezubat]

DEATH CITY DAYS GAIDEN 7; The Rat And The Jewel King

an abridged/RP verse version of chapter 42 of BSD

girl with red hair: hmmm.... Topaz: *pant pant* girl with red hair: !! there you are! *hug* jeez, I was really worried you know =3= Topaz: *still trying to breathe* "O-Oh?" .\\\. girl with red hair: ^^ so, how did it go? Topaz: "...How did what go?" girl with red hair: the retrieval job ace made you do. >3< Topaz: "Yeah...we got him." girl with red hair: you didn't get hurt, did you? Topaz: "..." *touches a cut* "Not horribly..." girl with red hair: .... *cheek pull* >n< jeez, be more careful you goof! Topaz: "!!!" *pokes her cheek* "Garnette, what the f?!" garnette: >3< I just... 7///7 I worry about you, you know? Topaz: "...Then why pull my cheek..." =3= ace: if you two little shits are done canoodling, get your sorry asses upstairs! garnette: O.O;; Topaz: >\\\< "We weren't!" *tries to follow Ace* -upstairs- ace: I do apologize for how rude my servants were, mr....Dostoevsky, was it? FD: "...Yes." ace: it's not often I get visitors. the mafia doesn't exactly trust me, nor do I trust them. at the very least, I have my card games, my jewels, and my servants. FD: *looks around...bites his lip* ace: what I have is a proposition. perhaps you'd be willing to join us? should we work together, we'll be able to take down mori. I must say, your level of wit is outstanding, even being able to take out the guild. FD: "And if I refuse...I will never see the blue sky again?" ace: precisely. all things considered, seems you have not much of a choice. FD: "And my anemia does not help..." ace: your point? FD: "I'll kill you." ace: *glares and smacks a wine bottle over his head* how...disappointing. very well....Frederickson! front and center this instant! Frederickson: *steps forward...he's shaking* ace: *smirks as he clenches his fist tightly* Frederickson: "Urk!" *clutches his chest, falls to his knees... -several jewels appear in ace's hand- FD: "..." ace:... tch-, hardly worth anything. Frederickson: X___X garnette: mr dosto, are you alright? FD: "...Who, me?" ace: *glares and backhands garnette. hard* I WASNT TALKING TO YOU, YOU INSUFFERABLE LITTLE BITCH! consider yourself lucky I didn't make an example out of you. garnette: *wince* FD: "..." ace: just because you're a little brat pulled from the slums doesn't mean you can step out of line all willy-nilly. *smiles at Fyodor* excuse her, she's just a little brat. FD: *drenched, staring* ace: my ability wont kill you unless you wear the collar. but you'll have to put it on yourself. I'm certain it will suit you. *exits the room* garnette: ow... Topaz: "..." *offers a hand to Garnette* “And here you are telling _me_ to be careful…” garnette: t-thanks.. ^^ Topaz: "...That man..." garnette:...mr dosto? are you ok? you aren't hurt too much, are you? FD: “….” garnette: .-.; *looks at topaz* Topaz: ._.;; "D-Don't give up, s-sir..." *points to his collar* "I can never leave here..." garnette: neither can I... *points to her own collar* but seeing you stand up to mr ace like that was pretty exciting... Topaz: *nods* "These collars would kill us--" FD: *starts to laugh* " 'Don't give up'?" garnette: eh? FD: "Hah...hah..." --then sneezes-- garnette: O.O !! Topaz: "..." *takes a towel, starts drying FD's head* FD: D:< garnette: *getting a medkit out to bandage his wounds* FD: =\\\= "What's your story?" garnette: me? well, I lived in the slums for most of my life...my mom didn't exactly want to have me around anymore...eventually, the mafia found me and I was left in ace's care. although calling it 'care' would be stretching it... Topaz: "Well, when I'm in charge..." garnette: *looks at topaz* Topaz: "...Who am I kidding: I was sold into slavery. How would I ever get in charge..." garnette: ...! hey, maybe mr dosto can beat ace and save us! Topaz: OWO "Hey, yeah! Hey, Mister, why don't you--" FD: *studying his finger* "I cut my finger on that glass..." garnette: *sweatdrop* *bandages his finger* Topaz: "??? Aren't you afraid?" FD: "..." *smiles* "Of course not. This reminds me of my room." garnette: ?? FD: "I manipulate consciousness and space." garnette: wow. Topaz: "..." FD: "So...What's next?" -and so- ace: a game, you say? FD: "Yes. You want to entice me. But when enticement fails, you must get information from me about the next move from my comrades and finances. Therefore, you cannot kill me." ace: hmmm... FD: *sets out the deck of cards, pulls the ace of diamonds* "If you win, I'll wear your collar. If I win, you grant my freedom." ace: hmph. very well. however, I shall determine the game. I deal the card, and you just guess if the next card will be of higher or lower value. if you are correct, you keep going until you are wrong. then we switch hands. whomever has the most cards at the end wins. *draws the 9 of spades* your move. FD: "Hmmm...Lower." -4 of hearts- ace: hmph, beginners luck. FD: "Hmmm...Next one is low." -3 of clubs- ace: hmm... FD: "High." -6 of spades- -this continues for a while- FD: "...How many cards are left?" -none left- FD: "Well, that was fun. Who won?" ace: *speechless* I...I....y-you... -he rushes to the intercom- ace: GET IN HERE AT ONCE! CUT HIS LIMBS OFF! *Silence* ace: ?! *tries to open the door* ?!?!?! FD: "It's useless. I already suppressed your subordinates." ace: ??!! why you...rotten piece of shit! FD: "I prefer 'rat.'" ace:...hehe...hehehe...AHAHAHAHA...do you have any idea where you are? FD: "Underground?" ace: incorrect. right now, you're in a secret base, one not even mori knows about. and we aren't underground. right now, we're in the middle of the pacific ocean. *smirks* you did say your ability was to 'manipulate the conscious mind and space. as for how I know, well, the conversation had been wiretapped~ FD: "??? But how did you know I started manipulating this space?" ace: a broken communicator, a door that wont open. a clock that hasn't been ticking since I came in here. I know what you can do now. you've locked my conscious into your own head! that has to be why you won the game so flawlessly! I saw right through your tricks, you filthy rodent. FD: "Darn...I knew to expect this from a Mafia executive..." ace: but I have something to ask. why didn't you use this ability when you were captured? FD: "...So you couldn't determine how to get out." ace: oh I know how to escape alright. if I were to die in this mental space, i'll be back in the real world as you rot in your own mind. *taking a desk lamp* *smirks* as they say in your home country....do svidanya. -outside- garnette: ... Topaz: "...You think the anemia man is dead?" garnette: I don't know... ???: excuse me... garnette: hmm? Zoey: I'm looking...for someone...*holds up a picture* is he...here? Topaz: "?! How did you get here?" Zoey:...is he...here? Topaz: *sweating, looks at Garnette* garnette: he should be- -the door opens- garnette: !! FD: *exits* Zoey: !! master Fyodor! *hugs him* FD: "Omph! Oh, Zoey! Right on time." Topaz: "?!!" garnette: ?? but..h-how did you- FD: "Now, where is the room where Ace keeps his jewels?" garnette: h-his office is that way...b-but how did you get out of the room?! FD: "Simple: I lied." garnette: ?!?! FD: "My ability is not manipulation of space and consciousness. I just said so expecting a wiretap." Zoey: ... *watching garnette exit* ... Topaz: "Where is Ace?!" FD: "Just...hanging around." Topaz: "N-No..." *follows Garnette* garnette: *SCREAMS* Topaz: *enters the room* "Wh-What is it? What--" *freezes at the sight...* -ace's form hangs lifelessly from the ceiling- garnette: *wide eyed shock, covering her mouth* I....I wanted ace dead but...n-not like this...h-how is this... FD: *enters, pats Garnette's shoulder* "I broke the clock. So he thought time did not pass." *holds empty wine bottle* garnette: *staring, still in shock* FD: "And cork blocked the keyhole...The wine poured on the intercom broke that...And I did not predict the cards. I just memorized little flaws on the surface of each card." garnette:...what....even are you...? FD: "...I am salvation." garnette: .....why?...why do all this for his wealth? Topaz: "Th-That's what you wanted, right? The jewels?" FD: "...Hmph. Those trinkets. I wanted something more valuable..." *pulls out a set of papers* garnette: w-what is... FD: "The list of all Mafia members' abilities. Ace's contingency plan." garnette: !!!! FD: "With this list, I will give this world what it needs: the salvation of Death." garnette: !?!?! *backing away* FD: "And only we in this room know that Ace kept such a list...and the more people who know...the surprising it will be for the Mafia." garnette: ..... FD: "I will bless you...with the Great Silence..." *his hand approaches Topaz's head* garnette: ??? FD: *taps Topaz's head* Topaz: "..." *Blood explodes from the top of Topaz's head* garnette: *staring...eyes wide from shock...she wanted to scream....but no sound would come out* FD: "...I have released him of his sins." garnette: ah.... [topaz: hey...if we ever find a way out of this place...lets get married.] garnette:...t..to... *tears falling* FD: "??? ...Zoey..." Zoey:....those bandages....was that you, miss? FD: "It was, Zoey." Zoey:...I see...you know...im not too fond...of other girls...touching the man I love... *holds a scalpel to garnette's throat* that boy....did you...love him? garnette:....*nod* Zoey:...then....you'll see him soon... -slice- -blood sprays all over as garnette collapses, choking on her own blood* garnette: a...ah.... *weakly reaches for topaz' hand* Topaz: *struggling...coughs* "D...Des...troy..." garnette: *holding his hand* Topaz: "...If this ends the Mafia...We're free..." garnette:....*weak smile*...you'll...come find me...right? Topaz: *nods* "Yes..." *closes his eyes* garnette: remember...you...promised.... Topaz: *dead, with a smile* Zoey:....was it...petty of me...to kill her? FD: *holds up his fingers* "Tiny bit. But we had to get rid of them." Zoey:...were you...hurt too much? FD: "No. The wine bottle hurt. Got me wet. Cut my finger." Zoey: I see that girl bandaged you... *small pout* FD: "I assure you, it was simply for me to lower their guard...And besides, she meant nothing to me..." Zoey: ... FD: *strokes her cheek* "I only wish I saved one jewel for you...But none can compare to your radiance." zoey: ah~ FD: *smiles* "Shall we depart?" zoey: of course~ FD: "Good..."