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grigori77 · 2 years ago

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Critical Role, Campaign 3 Episode 44

Happy New Year ... and what a strangely subdued table ... ah, I see ... what the hell is THIS msd shite? The camera perspective is WEIRD and Ashley is giving me motion sickness ... Travis: "Why do you keep calling this a drift?" Sam: "Because it sounds cooler!"

Laura: "How did you get changed so fast?" Indeed ...

MERCH!!! Apparently ... XD

Matt: "I wanna feel a pocket too." Laura: "Well you can't! You should have done it before the shoe."

TLOVM is SO CLOSE!!! Yes it is! Squee!

So what's happening in the cellar? Solve the cliffhanger! Solve the cliffhanger!

Laudna:"FCG, SHUT THE FUCK UP!!!" FCG: "I like to do the sound effects for people."

Chetney wants to turn this into an orgy to make them uncomfortable ... FCG: "I could use my tongue!" The rest (ESPECIALLY Matt): "NO!!!"

Working out the mechanics of blocking the door ... Liam: "Well I think that's the SECOND step of the orgy."

Yes. 11 is better than 10. By ONE, in fact.

Matt leading them to how to jam the door with the rod through the handle ... why do I sense a trap?

Meanwhile Chetney is STILL preparing for sexy times. This episode is getting horny already ...

Frog? Huh?

Laudna's going to use Shapechange on Pate and turn him into a spider ... that is CREEPY ...

Half-elf ... handlebar moustache? That's impressive, I thought D&D elves couldn't grow facial hair.

Living whirlwind weirdness ... WTF is THAT shit?

Uh-oh ... they're busted ... that's not good ...

The spider's physical strength? For real? Negative 2? OH REALLY?!!! Pate! NOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Laudna's clearly getting a mental eyeball swirl ... Matt: "Make a Constitution saving throw." Laura: "Don't throw up on me." She does ... oh boy ...

FCG: "EVERYONE wants to talk. It can help your insides AND your outsides."

And they're determined to get fucking! Fearne's stripping off already ... here we go ... XD

Roll for initiative!

Sam: "Maybe this is a super horny air elemental."

The idea of FCG underlighting Fearne's underboob is sending me ... XD

ROLLIES!!!

Travis (as Chetney): "Taliesin we miss you!"

Liam: "Plan fucking? You want to fuck in initiative order?"

Orym: "Invite only!" Like a badass!

Travis: "Our son will see this one day!" Laura: "Don't say that!"

All the dirty talk is getting a bit much ad the group are still pretending the orgy I'd still happening while Liam us congratulating Matt on creating all that "DEEP LORE" in the last episode. Now NOBODY can keep a straight face ...

This whole combat is completely imploding because the innuendos have taken over and everybody's just pissing themselves ...

The Gil dice DID NOT fuck Marisha but it's too late to contest it now ...

Werewolf Chetney pornstar dialogue routine ... oh boy ...

I just cannot take this seriously any more, I swear ...

Travis (werewolf Chetney voice): "I'm a big bright shining star!"

Naked Fearne is doing an interpretive fire dance ... and holding her action ... Matt: "Make a deception check." Sam: "Danception!" Ashley rolls a 15.

The thing is CONFUSED. Ashley: "Then my work is done." Oh boy ...

FCG: "No touch no touch no touch!" The group descends into giggles.

I'm sorry, is Orym now BLUFFING?

Werewolf Chetney: "Can you just wait until the scene is done? I get performance anxiety."

Orym uses his vine attack from the sword to yznk the half-elf down the stairs ... yeah, here we go, then. Whoa, Ofym is stabbing him in the side of his gut while he's down and trying NOT to be lethal? Really?

Another one ... ooh, this one sounds more dangerous ... oh, Chetney AND Orym both take hits! Meanwhile she is weirded out by the scene in general ... of course she is!

No! Not a crossbow! Not good! Argh!

Matt's getting hits but keeps rolling so shitty on the damage! XD

So they ARE committed to fighting in a basement? Oh wait, here we go ... Imogen trying to bluff them out of this now ... this deception check is SO vital ... FUCK!!! Crap roll!

Yeah, that really didn't work ...

Imogen Misty Steps into the kitchen ... and Matt's goy ANOTHER combat map prepared!

Laudna: "My scene partner!"

Naked Laudna form of Dread! And Spiderclimb! That is WILD!!! And clearly MOST unsettling ... Mirror Images TOO?!!! Yeesh!

Matt: "This got really weird really fast!" Marisha: "Yes! It did!"

A naked werewolf leaping right at you WOULD be scary, wouldn't it?

Sam: "Whoo! THAT'S a blowjob!" Oof ...

Yay! Mage Armour for the win!

Half-elf: "What is even happening here?" Laura: "Indeed!" Werewolf Chetney: "Physical expression!"

Fearne: "We're done, we're done, we're done with the bit?" FCG: "That's a cut!"

She turns into a Clydesdale! Oh boy ... Laura: "How are you gonna get out?"

AND now she's wedged in what's left of the door ... oh boy ... this is just a MESS again ...

Sam: "I can change that!" Matt: "Players make the creative choices they choose!" Sam: "I don't want to subject our viewers to that image!"

Travis: "Vigorous masturbation! Just furious!"

Gods, it's all pure filth again ... I just can't ...

Liam, determined to bring the serious tone back in order to get them out if this mess now ... yes, Action Surge! Noyce! And halfling luck to reroll 1s is so sweet ... 24! Excellent! Acrobatic Orym for the win!

The bad guys are still so confused! XD

Athletics Check for a horse kick ... NO!!! Damn it, that would have been SO cool ...

Silvery Barbs! Ooof ... but it doesn't work, bugger ...

Matt: "Enemies can multiclass too!"

FCG: "Me? But I'm just the sweet cinematographer!"

Psychic Lance at BOTH OF THEM?!!! Oof ... SEVEN D6 of Psychic damage? Ow ...

Laudna's casting Bane! Cue Tom Hardy in the Bane mask muttering noises from half the group. XD Travis (as Bane): "Gravity has BETRAYED you!"

Turmoil! Nice! Fire sickle! Double nice! And the rogue is incapacitated ... oh this is gonna be NASTY ...

Marisha doing a weird Laudna nude shimmy action is hilarious ... XD

Wow, the Elementalist really doesn't have a clue what he's doing here, does he? FCG: "You're doing great!"

The situation in the kitchen is so much worse ...

Yes! The horse kick works this time! Nice! And they fall on FCG. Oof ...

Horse Fearne BURSTS through the door into the kitchen ... oh boy ... pure fucking chaos in here now ...

Chetney is NOT getting out of the way, he us STANDING HIS GROUND!!! Oh boy ... he is CONTESTING the horse! Ashley: "WHY?!!!" Chetney, WTF are you doing?

Horse Fearne is now going APESHIT.

The guy hasn't been touched. Sam: "Banishment!" Travis SCREAMS in gleeful astonishment and he's not the only one impressed by Sam's audacious BALLS.

Travis, describing what FCG sees when they come up: "Tits everywhere." XD He gets the jitters. Marisha: "Oh really?" FCG: "I'm going jnto the red, guys!"

Orym tries to dart under Fearne's legs but it's just TOO crazy for him ... or not? Oh, so Matt has to CHECK THE RULES now! Holy fuck, Liam sctually GETS THE PASS because the rules are on Orym's side! AND he gets a sweet attack on the rogue on the other side! HE GETS THE HDYWTDT!!! And then he just keeps on going into the front room!

It's the mage's turn ... he decides to just FLEE!!! Of course he does! XD but he has a parking gift with the orb! Lightning attack! Eep!

Ouch ... okay, Laudna is FUCKED UP, and Horse Fearne is destroyed, leaving only a naked Fearne stood in the middle of the kitchen!

Mage full clutzes CLEAN through the window and he's FUCKED UP but STILL manages to maintain concentration on the elemental?

Does Inflict Wound even work on a Wind creature? 6 D10 of Necrotic damage? Holy fuck Imogen you can be TERRIFYING sometimes.

Wait, Pate was still trapped inside the vortex? XD Anyway, he got YEETED ...

Laudna sends him BACK INTO the elemental and casts Shocking Grasp through him into it! Boss move! 10 Lightning damage! Fuck!

It is now SCARED of her and I am NOT surprised ...

Chetney jumps through the window and MAULS the mage in the alley while he's down ... oof ... that is NASTY. And he KILLS HIM!!! Of course he does ... AND he just chucks the corpse back through the window !

Oh fuck ... now the elemental is UNFETTERED!!! That may have just backfired on them ... yup, it's just flailing like crazy ...

Fuck! Imogen's now unconscious? Fuck ... oh! No! Phew ... whsy a fucking SAVE!!! Laudna saved her with Silvery Barbs!

FCG casts Spare the Dying on the mage. And they zre now in A murder scene in a residential area. Matt: "And that's where we're gonna take a break!"

Stay, run or hide? Who's good with religion? What? There's no time,this guy's coming back already! Ashton has the Hole! (Because it's funny.) They grab the mage and BOLT right out into the street.

Guy's back in the kitchen but they're already gone ... phew ...

Pate really enjoyed that, apparently. XD

Somehow Ashley rolling 26 saves the group's collective Stealth. XD SO far away from the old days ...

Ashley's just being Fearne being a horse again. XD Imogen is being a horse girl going along with it. It's really quire adorable.

Looking for parks, then. Or not? Now looking for DOCKS. A warehouse? Now I'm confused ...

Oh, right, for an interrogation. Yeah, makes sense. Yeah, maybe FCG isn't the best choice for this. Yeah, Imogen is better for this.

Uh-oh, he's waking up ... and now they've brained the poor bastard. FCG casts Spare the Dying again. Matt: "Just to be safe."

Matt: "Are you looking for anything in particular with this warehouse?" Laura: "Something shadowy and abandoned-y."

FCG: "We really don't wanna give him brain damage."

Lock picking! Okay, here we go, Chet, roll nice ... 25 on stealth ... AND 25 for the lock picking itself! Bloody hell, Travis!

Guy tries to bolt and Matt rolls SCARY well, everybody scrambles to stop him! Miniature initiative! It's chaos! Oh nice one Imogen! Perfect, that's it. Game over.

Wow, this guy is weirdly smug all of a sudden.

Imogen: "Oh yeah, well it's a porn-gardening business." FCG: "Trimmed Hole Productions."

Wow, dude is LOADED!!! Nice.

Laudna Banes him snd FCG casts Fast Friends. Chetney: "Suppose that's better than me pulling out his fingernails."

FCG: "We are sexual deviants, it's true." Chetney: "That's our LLC Name."

Laudna: "Do gods not like sex?" Imogen: "I think some if them do."

Fearne: "How do you make a fresh start?" By siding with Predathos and killing the gods, sounds like.

Oh fuck, they totally hot him to admit that they're working with Thull! Nice one, Imogen!

Who is this HIM?

Oh, so this is an enemy of Ira's ... an older elf gentleman? Intriguing ... seriously, who IS this guy they're working for?

Wait ... is he some Unseelie dude running that operation from the Feywild?

Creepy ruins! That's intriguing too!

Bracers of Defence ... so they're DEFINITELY gonna kill him, then? Ooof ...

Yeah, clearly these guys are seriously FUCKED in the head. They're just gonna doom the whole world if they get their way.

Orym: "What did Zephrah have to do with any of this?" Liam rolls HIGH for an insight check znd GETS A WHISPER! Sam: "From hardcore porn to hardcore lore!"

Yeah, no, this is NOT a conversation that they're actually having in front of this guy. I kind of got that already.

24 on a persuasion check ... Nice!

Imogen just TOTALLY gets to this guy through his hubris. AND bullying. Da'leth? Here we go. You total moron. XD

"You have terrible taste in friends, you know that?" FCG: "You just have to get to know them. Biblically."

Sam's flask this week is an FCG self portrait with ACTUAL TONGUE!!! Urgh ... XD

What to do with him, then? Oh, yeah ... the Grim Verity would be a good choice, they might have questions for him, message Ryn.

The mind-numbing task of working out where the hell they even are. Tricky ...

She literally just goes right over and KNOCKS ON THE DOOR!!! Ryn, you awesome lady ...

Oh, she knows who Da'leth is ... oh boy ...

Yes, destroy the keys ... The Malleus Keys? Oooooh ...

Ah, so the one in the Feywild is potentially in trouble ... well you're gonna be going there anyway, so ...

Yeah, this guy is just a complete MORON. XD

Cheesesteak. Yes. Sounds GORGEOUS. And Ryn continues to be amazing.

Laudna, you got A BUNCH of friends now!

Laura (exasperated): "Why am I rolling so many ones today?"

Only midafternoon? It feels SO LATE ...

STAT!!!

Ashton's response ... Matt: "Is where we'll pick up again next week!"

Travis: "You know who I blame for this? I blame the Mighty Nein for not finishing the Cerberus Assembly when they had the chance!"

We're really just going through a memory lane of all the crazy shit they went through in the first 2 campaigns now, huh? And Sam gets a sneaky little 4-Sided Dive plug in too ...

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after-nine-at-the-oasis · 6 months ago

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AAHHH hey bestie :')) is that a suit I see :')?

Oof lol

We ain't getting married now it's ina few days right xD

Ahh no, dress (not a suit)

So getting ready?

OOP WAIT NO

Y'ALL AIN'T IT LIKE THE MIDDLE OF THE NIGHT O.O XDD

AWWWW 2 AM :'DDDD FOR THE BAR-

AWWW AND SHE KNOWS :')))) 😭😭🥺❤️❤️🥰

AAAAAHHHHHHH Y'ALL THEMMMMM :'DDDDD!!!

I love them so much guys 😭😭😭❤️🥰🥰🥰🥰

Aww oope :'( :')?

:'o she didn't take it did she :')?

Awww :')?

Good honey, that's so good <33

AWW YEAHH LIKE YOU HELPED DR. MURPHY 😭😭😭❤️❤️❤️🥺🥰

Or were there for or whatever

AWWWW yeahh :'))

Yeah Glassman you got this :'D x'D

AWW y'alllll :'))

I hope we see a flash forward next episode where she's doing well <33

Although y'all I'm scared because there's 7 minutes left and there's been no cliffhanger yet xd

Just thought of a heartbreaking idea that it could be for a dramatic finale that it better not be lol

AAAAHHHHH WEDDING TIME

AAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHH 🥰😭😭😭😭❤️🥰🥰🥺🥺🥰

Awwww those are such sweet vows :')))

Lol my brother heard my squeaking o.o (little high pitched scream since I'm trying to be quiet xD) XDD

They're so cute y'all stop 😭

Friendly reminder she loves musical theatre 😌😌

AAAAHHHHHHH :'DDD :'))

Everyone showing up here at 2 am xD but also, doing it for them :'DD

LOL yeah girl xD

Because wait yeah they had to tell them all so they could get there 💀 xD

AWWW honeyyy :')))

Also

Hi Jerome 🥰🥰!!

Sorry (not) saw him anyway :'))

AAAAHHHHHH 🥺🥺🥰😭😭😭❤️🥰

Aww LOL xD :'))

That is kinda y'all's thing though :'))

AWWWW AAHHHHHH JUST NOTICED LIM'S OFFICIATING :'DDDD 🥰🥰😭😭😭😭❤️❤️🥺🥰🥰🥰

AWWW and Shaun and Lea have the rings :')) they're probably the best ones for it <3333

Just gonna watch for a second now

AAAAHAGHHHHHHHHHHGHH

AAWWW

Those g's were because I wasn't looking lol just glanced at the A lol

AAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHH Y'ALL

Anyway backlog there: "now smooch" AWW xDD 🥰🥰🥰🥰🥺🥺❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️😭🥰🥰

AAAAAHHHHHHH Y'ALLL WHOOOOO THEY'RE MARRIED 😭😭😭😭🥺❤️❤️❤️🥰🥰🥰🥰

AYYYY O.O OKAY DOM?? OKAY DOM GO OFF :OO :DDD

AYYY JORDAN TOOOO WHOOO YEAH GIRL GO OFF :DDD

AYYY they're eating it up :')))

AWWWW stoppp they look so happy :'DD

AWWW y'alll I love them so much 🥰🥺🥺🥺🥰🥰❤️

Ayyy they're slaying :'D

Being a little bittersweet about Jasher right now but loving the wedding <333 :'( :'))

OOP o.o y'all gonna kiss at their wedding 👀 :O?

AYYYY OOPP O.O Okay y'all go off :D

O O P Jordan has feelings about that o.o 😳👀

Girl I know you him and Perez are always weird almost off and on situationships but let the man chill xD

Put em in a quadruple lol I wanna see it

Aww y'all :'))

Still Tequila Stat :'DD

Aww yeah <33

PHEWW they're taking her :'DD

That's so good :'))) <333

OOP

w h a t

Oh no- he doesn't want that does he :((

OOPE OH NO

No y'all :'((

Y'ALL 😭😭

This is why I don't trust this show o.o 😭😭😭😭😭💔💔

Y'all what the frick xdd

I better not have to see it, but also I deserve what closure xdd especially if we see a flash forward to after his death yk xd?

And I'm more talking about his funeral than death but

ALSO WHY ARE YOU TELLING HIM NOW 😭😭😭

Y'alllll :'((( xdd

Oop hey guys o.o xdd

Oop sldjhds is that Jordan xD

Probably not lol probably like their ride- ? Oh yup lol

Was confused by the name for a second xD

OOHP Okay girl o.o go off xD

Hmm?

Ay? AY okay 👀👀?

Awww y'all :')) :'D

I'm happy for you guys :'))

Ope

Ahh nah

Ohhh nah oh no oh heck nah

NAHHHHH

WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T FEEL GOOD

GIRL'S GOING OUT LIKE HER FIRST LOVE

Maybe not first BUT MY POINT IS MELENDEZ xdd 😭😭😭💔😳

Nahh nah nah

NAHHHH

HE BETTER BE FEELING A PULSE RIGHT NOW O.O 😳😤😤 IK HE'S JUST CHECKING BUT HIM HAVING TO FEEL FOR ONE 😭-

Y'all what's with you and late night spontaneous weddings xDD (as I was gonna say earlier), interrupted by a tragic event 😐😑

Imagine bro thinks he drugged her xD

OOP okay o.o

Kinda looked like he was just gonna leave for a second xD I know he wouldn't but yk lol

This guy Amir is probably way confused

Also an ambulance would be able to speed but would also have to get here so eh I get it xD

AUAGHHH NOOOO Y'ALLL 😭😭

Ending just like season 6 😭 xd except at least we've got one more episode left

Y'ALLL I'M STRESSING

Of course that's the end xd

At least they're setting me free from more torture lol

Y'all I can't 😐

Why couldn't their headline making finale be because everyone is good and happy and everything after some drama ends up fine 😭😭😭😭💔💔💔😤❤️🥺

It better be xdd

Y'all I love this show so much 😭😭😭😭💔💔🥺❤️🥰

But they're so cruel to me xD

Nah I still love it <333

#the good doctor #tgd #oasis's tgd chatter #what the heck was that o.o 😐#at least I'm not as bad as The Episode xdd #not sobbing in tears lol #anywya time to go watch the promo and blog that then play some minecraft and imagine gay people lol #because I ain't unpacking that review right now xD 💀#it can come tomorrow xD #anyway love you all so much :'DD #byeeee :))) 🥰🥰🥰❤️❤️ <333!!!!

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alphawave-writes · 5 years ago

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Evil actions and good intentions chapter 12: Earthshine

Synopsis: The newly reformed Overwatch and its new recruits, Harold Winston and Sigma,

Read it here on find it on AO3. You guys can find me on twitter or in my Sigma/Harold discord server. If you want to support me, buy me a ko-fi or commission a work from me

Harold never thought he’d be back here, but here he is, staring at the Xichang Satellite Launch Center again. It hasn’t changed all that much since the last time he saw it, back when he was to board Chang’e 50 to get back up to the moon. It gives him a strange sense of nostalgia as he watches this new, smaller spacecraft, aglow with a million lights, engineers and technicians preparing it for its flight. News crews are all here with their cameras pointing at the spacecraft, waiting on bated breath for the moment it launches up into the sky and disappears from sight. Everywhere Harold looks, everybody is talking about it. The world’s first lunar rescue mission. A race against time. A historic moment in the making.

And he has to go up there and literally steal the spacecraft for himself, the very man they think is trapped on the moon.

As people watch Hou Yi 1 get prepared, Harold sneaks in through the engineer side. He taps at his temple, briefly getting an x-ray glimpse at everybody else’s position. Genji and Symmetra are making their preparations at the side of the building while Tracer and Lucio are in the crowd, hiding in plain sight. Brigitte and Reinhardt and Lucio are waiting on the airship with Winston, ready to help in the charge if needed. That just leaves him and Siebren to find a way onto the spacecraft.

Harold tugs uncomfortably at the cap on his head. “I hate hats,” he grumbles.

“I know you don’t like hats, but you have to keep it together. We cannot afford to blow our cover now.”

For the purposes of infiltration, Siebren and Harold had to get disguises. For Harold, all it took was a change in his hairstyle, but for Siebren they had to go one step further. Apparently, Mei had a lot of fun putting make-up on Siebren, hiding his wrinkles and making him look younger. A cheap wig was considered, but it was ultimately decided that he looked less like himself with his bald head. Siebren, of course, had no idea how to respond to such a comment.

“Sigma, are you there?” Harold hears Winston’s voice crackle from his ear piece.

“Sigma, present and in position.”

“Good. Charon?”

Harold can’t help but smile a little. The codename is probably unnecessary, but he has to admit, he can see why Siebren’s so attached to his own. It’s another life to breathe beneath his skin. Another little mask to hide behind. “Charon here, with Sigma,” he said.

“Everybody is in position,” Winston says.” If all goes absolutely well, you might be able to get into the spacecraft without any trouble, but the chances of that are unlikely at best. Most likely, you will have to fight some guards off. We still don’t know what Talon has in store.”

“Talon has resources, but even they have difficulty in acquiring resources when it comes to space travel,” Siebren says. “I only rescued Har—Charon on their behalf because they managed to scrounge up the necessary parts for an abandoned spacecraft and secure a private air yard, and apparently that took well over a year’s worth of effort. I very much doubt they have the resources to get up to the moon by themselves. They need this mission to go smoothly.”

Winston hums in thought. “Symmetra, do you think Lucheng might have connections to Vishkar or Talon?”

“I cannot speak for Talon, but I can assure you that we have petitioned to collaborate with Lucheng Interstellar on numerous occasions, and each time we have been turned down. They have been unwilling to see the true potential of hard light in space colonization.”

“So the answer is no,” Winston says.

Satya lets out a quiet sigh before saying, “Correct. There are currently no ties between Lucheng and Vishkar. None that I am aware of.”

“Ladies and Gents, the show is starting,” Tracer announces. “Everybody ready? We gotta time this distraction perfectly, and then the show is on!”

All around him, men and women and omnics in identical uniforms do their final checks on Hou Yi 1. Each person is designated one specific thing on the spacecraft to double-check. Nobody seemed to glance twice at Harold or Siebren, to his relief. Disguising themselves as Vishkar guards was definitely a stroke of genius on his part, even if he has to force himself to wear a hat throughout the ordeal.

Harold’s eyes catch on the walkway above him, where the astronauts will enter. Through the ear pieces, Harold can hear a smattering of polite clapping. In the reflection of the glass, he can see Lucheng Interstellar’s presentation for himself, projecting through the news cameras. Within seconds he sees a projected portrait of his younger self. The CEO was speaking now, making some grand speech. Unlike last time, neither Moira nor Sanjay Korpal could be seen behind him. Instead, it was the small crew of astronauts chosen to pilot the space craft.

His eyesight still wasn’t that good even with the nanobots partially correcting his vision, but he could vaguely make out the astronauts’ faces. They were all young, wide-eyed Chinese men and women who looked like they’d rather be anywhere but at the press conference. It wasn’t too different from his own first mission up to the moon, nervous as hell, just waiting for everything to hurry up.

By Harold’s side, Siebren frowns deeply.

“What’s wrong?” Harold asks.

“I don’t have a good feeling about this,” he murmured. “Something is wrong.”

Harold is about to open his mouth to ask how, but then he heard a terrifying sound. It isthe noise of the universe, the gaping maw before the black hole threatening to swallow the world whole, the calm piano arpeggios before the storm. He stares at Siebren wide-eyed, lips tight in morbid understanding.

And then he hears the screams.

Behind him, he sees the omnic workers jolt and jitter, their eyes shining red in warning. They grab the workers and beat them up or throw them away. Siebren begins to float up, toeing away his shoes, hyperspheres forming in his hands before he flings them at the nearest omnic. Almost immediately, the omnics all turn not to Siebren but to Harold himself, red lights sparkling with resolution.

“Jade Hare…” they say in unison.

Harold takes the jet injector out from its hiding place, switches it on, and pulls the trigger. Bolts of lightning flash and flicker, zapping at all the omnics who dare come close, making them fall down one by one. With a grunt, Harold tosses his hat away and runs away before the cameras can pick up his face.

“Change of plans,” Harold calls into the communicator. “Omnics are on us. We have to break for the ship now.”

“We’re on our way,” Winston cries. “Everyone, they’re on the attack. Change to plan B: we have to hijack the spacecraft.”

“I should be able to hack into the computer systems from here, but I’ll need help,” Symmetra says.

“I will watch her back,” Genji says.

“People haven’t noticed yet, but the omnics are acting real fishy. Me and Lucio’ll cause a distraction, Tracer style,” Tracer says.

Harold almost doesn’t see the omnic rushing straight at him, but it explodes before his eyes with a well-placed volley by Siebren. His lips curl into a frown. “Pay attention,” Siebren says.

“I will, don’t worry,” Harold says.

As he runs, he shrugs the Vishkar uniform off to reveal the Overwatch uniform underneath. With a grunt, Harold connected the jet injector to his backpack, sighing when he felt the nanobots begin to activate, flowing out of his veins, into the backpack and filling the vial of the jet injector. Siebren shrugged his own uniform out, the heavier plates of his armour floating over his shoulders.

There’s a smaller contingent of omnic guards in front of them. They outnumber them, but Siebren summons a barrier in front of them to block the bullets. Harold runs forward, letting the lightning rip through their systems while Siebren launches volleys of hyperspheres as cover fire. When a bullet grazes Siebren’s armour and draws blood, Harold switches the mode of the jet injector and points the trigger at Siebren, a stream of nanobots healing Siebren’s wound in an instant.

When the final omnic guard falls to its knees, Harold’s earpiece crackles again. “We’re on-route to your position,” Winston cries.

“The press sure is loving us,” Tracer cries. The sounds of gunfire and more screams can faintly be heard. Some up-tempo nu-techno song is playing faintly in the background.

“The spotlight loves us as well,” Lucio laughs.

“Where do we go, champ?” Harold asks Winston.

“You’ll have to go to the main hall and backstage. The stairs up to the spacecraft is there.” The comms crackles off.

“Let’s hope this distraction goes as planned,” Siebren grumbles to himself. “This mission is ruined if people realise who you are.”

“They won’t,” Harold says as his eyes begin to glow gold. “I’m not the man I used to be.”

“No,” Siebren laughs. “You’ve got just the right amount of him.”

They enter the building and go through the winding hallways of the staff areas. It’s fortunately empty, apart from the few fleeing staff members, but they are too busy escaping to give them any heed. When they get to the end, Siebren uses his powers to shove the doors open. Harold stops in his tracks at the sight before him. Everybody has already fled, leaving only Tracer, Lucio, and their attackers. Reaper and Moira are here with an army of omnics supporting them, launching their own offensive. The giant screen that used to show Harold’s younger face now displays a very familiar sugar skull icon.

It’s a nightmare come true. Talon is here.

Tracer and Lucio are fast, trying their hardest to fight, but no matter how many hits they can dish out, it all gets healed up in an instance by Moira’s biotic orb or by Reaper’s abnormal healing. But Reaper and Moira are too slow in trying to fight them. It’s literally a battle of speed versus attrition.

“We have to help them,” Harold says.

“We can’t. We don’t have much time.”

Above their heads is a few smaller screens, each connected to a different news channel. On the corner of each of the screens is a countdown for the spacecraft’s imminent launch. One by one, the countdown decreases dramatically from one hour to ten minutes. On screen, the astronauts are hurriedly putting on their spacesuits, making their hasty final checks.

In front of him, Tracer and Lucio are slowing down, losing their speed. Reaper and Moira also look tired, but not nearly tired enough. Moira’s blackened hand reaches out for Lucio, sapping the life away from him. They’re distracted. He can slip past, get to the spacecraft, and finish the mission. This will all be for nothing if Harold doesn’t get on the spacecraft. But he also wants to help them. He sees Siebren’s jaw clench, the same thought going through his head.

“I’ll see you in hell,” Reaper growls, pointing a shotgun square at Lucio’s face.

The blast goes off but Lucio is still standing and alive. Siebren is in front of him, absorbing the energy round and dispersing them into dust. Harold quickly moves to join him, a small stream of nanobots healing Lucio before he flicks the gun back to attack mode as Tracer escorts Lucio out. In the corner of his eye he sees Siebren give a fleeting little smile before staring down his new foes. Harold does his best not to smile too wide.

“You two have been a real pain on my backside,” Reaper growls.

“Dr. Winston,” Moira sneers. “I shouldn’t be surprised you have picked an organization such as Overwatch to protect you, but I am surprised with you, Sigma. I thought you were more intelligent than that.”

“The purpose of my work was always to build a better future,” Siebren declares. “Giving myself up to this cause is not injudicious.”

“And you think you did not have a purpose with Talon? We saw who you really are, that is why we set you free. We’ve cultivated your mind, your abilities. Overwatch has undermined brilliance in the past, and they will do it again. It’s a place of stagnation, where great minds go to die. Do you honestly think a change of leaders will not bring up the same issues?”

Siebren doesn’t speak, the hyperspheres flickering slightly, growing darker. His lips dip for just a second.

“You don’t belong with them. You belong in a different environment, where you can grow without restriction, where no one can judge you for the way that you think.” She glances coldly at Harold. “Where you are not led astray by those who don’t know what your best interests truly are.”

Harold can hear the hitch in Siebren’s throat, quiet but unmistakable. He feels those ocean blue eyes upon his body, breaking down his body molecule by molecule, trying to find the nonexistent needle in the haystack. He doesn’t dare turn his head and give Siebren the benefit of the doubt. He can’t hesitate now. All he can do is keep his weapon trained on Reaper and Moira.

“Dr. Winston doesn’t speak because he knows it’s the truth,” Moira continues. “He’s using you. You just don’t realise it.”

“And you didn’t use me?” Siebren spits.

“Perhaps, but we never mislead you. We’ve always wanted to help you develop your research and your abilities.” Moira turns to Harold. “Can you say the same, Dr. Winston?”

“All you care about is what he can do, not the person himself. You don’t care about his well-being. You don’t care about how he feels about this violence.”

“You’re not answering the question,” Moira smirks. “Might as well be an admission of your guilt.”

“And let you twist my words even more?” Harold asks.

Harold turns his head just a bit only to find Siebren stare blankly in front of him. He’s glancing between Moira and Harold, eyes wide, a myriad of emotions flickering and scintillating. Then, they narrow, and those ocean blue eyes turn cold as ice. With a wave of his hand, he lowers the barrier and floats forward.

“Siebren?”

He does not react as he joins Reaper and Moira’s side, his head ducked in submission. Moira’s smile is wide, a curious mix between glee and cruelty. Siebren only spares a single knowing glance in Harold’s direction. Harold’s eyes widen.

“Perhaps we should restart your mental conditioning. For now, I’ll let you decide if you want to fight or not.”

“I think I will fight,” Siebren utters, his expression growing cruel, “but not for you!”

Siebren raises his hand and breaks the shackles of gravity, taking him and Reaper and Moira high in the air. He’s floating above them, the universe’s song playing for deaf ears, the back of his head glowing as he summons the hyperspheres into fruition. One hits Reaper in the side while the other barely misses Moira. Siebren grits his teeth as he slams their bodies down, but they both turn into mist just before they land. Siebren floats down to the ground beside Harold, summoning the barrier once again as a volley of shotgun pellets flies.

Moira tries to go forward, but electricity crackles from Harold’s jet injector, making her keep her distance. Reaper rushes forward, looking for an angle, but Siebren flickers the barrier in and out, tilting gravity to keep them away.

From the main entrance Harold hears the heavy thud of Reinhardt’s armoured footsteps approaching. Reaper turns to Moira, his voice tinged with annoyance. “We can’t stay.”

“Very well,” Moira huffs, and the two of them disappear in a cloud of smoke. Siebren tries to chase after them, but it’s far too late. They are gone without a trace. There’s no way they can catch them now.

Harold glances up at the countdown. Five minutes left. “We have to get to the spacecraft quick!”

Siebren grumbles to himself but nods sharply. He has stopped floating now, bare feet running on the floor as they head backstage and up the staircase. When they get to the top floor, the elevator next to them chimes. Winston, Genji, and Symmetra are there, rushing out behind them. There’s a new wave of Horizon guards in front of them, but together they cut them down to size easily.

“What’s the situation?” Harold asks.

“Reinhardt and Brigitte are at the front, distracting everybody,” Winston says. “Echo tried to hack into the spacecraft but she couldn’t. Athena tried as well and failed. We’ll have to launch it manually.”

“You know that’s impossible for Gen IV Lunar spacecrafts. I can’t fly it with Siebren alone.”

“That’s why I am coming along,” Winston says. “We’ll need all hands on deck.”

“You will require my assistance as well,” Symmetra adds. “I will not allow any more chaos or disruptions to this plan.”

“I’ll make sure no one gets into the spacecraft,” Genji says.

“But we need to get into the spacecraft ourselves and make sure they don’t activate the emergency kill switch from the control tower,” Harold says.

“Then we’ll just have to make sure we’re quick enough that they can’t activate it,” Siebren says.

They run through the hallway and into a giant room lined with glass windows. The astronauts are there, waving to the cameras but they stop in their tracks when they see them. They shout their orders in Mandarin, but Siebren curls his fingers and suspends them in the air like they’re ragdolls. They can’t do anything but speak, a litany of foul words escaping their mouths. “Bàoqiàn,” Harold smiles nervously as he rushes forward.

From the room he walks down the small runway to the spacecraft. In front of him he can see the interior of the spacecraft, which should lead up to the payload, where he can pilot with Siebren. For a moment, time is in slow motion as the lights of a thousand cameras flash onto him. As he turns his head to the glass walls, he sees his reflection staring back at him. Except it’s not really his reflection. There’s a trace of the man the public know as Harold Winston, but it’s overshadowed by someone else. A man he knows has been residing in his bones for decades. It is this man that is control, this hero that lives and breathes strength. The real Harold Winston.

He heads inside and makes his way to the payload area, getting into the front seat. The buttons and dials and switches are second nature to him, his hands moving fluidly as he gets everything prepared.

Outside he hears the sounds of a fight erupting, of bullets and blades dancing in a deadly ballet. Winston comes in soon, then Symmetra, taking their positions near the rear. Faintly, Harold hears Reinhardt’s sharp laugh of joy, and the unmistakable sound of a mace hitting a metal body.

“Where’s Sigma?” Winston asks.

Harold’s about to ask the same question when suddenly the controls all turn red. “Get him in here now! They’re already starting the emergency kill switch.”

“The guards have him trapped!” Symmetra calls. “We have to go now.”

“I literally can’t survive the trip without him. The G-force will kill me! We need him here!” Harold taps at his communicator. “Sig, you need to get yourself over here.”

“I’m…trying!” There’s a loud huff, as Siebren scrambles in, shutting the door behind him. There are rhythmic thumps as people try to hit and shoot at the door, but it remains stable. He quickly flies over to the seat next to Harold, strapping himself in. His fingers dance over the dashboard, his expression stoic in thought. “Engine temperatures?”

“We don’t have time,” Harold says. “We have to launch now before the emergency kill switch grounds us for good.”

Siebren begins to go through the motions, but is repeatedly stopped by a klaxon alarm. “It’s too late,” Siebren grumbles. “There’s nothing here that can stop it. We’ve failed.”

Just as Siebren says this, the red screen suddenly flickers in and out. In its place, a purple sugar skull appears. From Harold’s communicator, Harold hears a nasally, abrasive laugh. From the way Siebren jumps in his seat, it seems he’s the only one who can hear it.

“Ground Control to Major Tom. You really made the grade here.”

“Sombra?” Harold gasps.

“What? You thought I wouldn’t help you out? Shame, Dr. Winston, shame. Hey, can I call you Harold? Harry? I like the ring of Harry.”

The sugar skull symbol fades and the controls are back to normal. The roar of the engines is almost deafening. A computerized voice is counting down from twenty. Amidst the noise Harold laughs shrilly in relief.

“I’ll let you call me whatever you want if you can get us to the moon and back. I assume you want a favour after this?”

“Perhaps,” Sombra says, in a voice that made it very clear what her true intentions are, “but way later. You wanna pay me back now? Get back down alive and take some photos for me. Oh, and keep Sigma alive too.”

Harold turns to Siebren and smirks confidently. From his vantage point he can see everybody watches the spacecraft in morbid fascination. The countdown is ticking down. Ten. Nine. Eight. Seven.

“Ready to head back to the stars?” Siebren asks.

Five. Four. Three.

“You know what?” Harold says.

Two. One.

“I think I finally am.”

The spacecraft rattles and bobs. The engine gushes as it propels them upwards towards the sky. As they break through the atmosphere, the gravity engines kick in, the outer shell breaking away. As they get higher, the G-force gets almost overwhelming for Harold but he sees the plate behind Siebren’s head glow as he keeps the gravitational forces at bay. But even with Siebren’s help, it’s still a bit too much for his fragile body. He gets a glimpse of the Earth, wide and blue and glorious, and is able to give a weak smile before he falls unconscious.

When Harold finally wakes up, the spacecraft is already docking itself in Sector 06, right next to the Observatory. By his side, everybody else are preparing for their departure. He’s groggy, but it quickly fades away when he sees the Earth, once so near, now far away. Winston approaches him, nervous but trying his best not to appear it.

“We’re here,” he says.

Harold lets out a small smile as he grasps him tenderly on the shoulder. “No,” Harold replies. “We’re back home.”

They go through the standard decontamination process—Harold first, followed by Siebren, Symmetra, and finally Winston, who took the time to explain the process to her. The rooms are fortunately still sealed properly, as intel suggested. The number pad for many of the doors are malfunctioning and damaged, but the one to the Observatory still works. Harold places his hand on the scanner, and it opens with an audible swish.

Harold can’t help but gasp as he takes in the sight. It’s almost pristine, like it hasn’t changed at all. The Observatory doors are slightly open, the telescope facing directly at the Earth. While Winston shows Symmetra the telescope, Harold moves further ahead. Far on the other side, Harold’s office sits untouched, fake plants still green as ever, files in the same place he left them all these years ago. He walks over to his desk, his fingers catching on the framed photograph of himself and a baby Winston. His thumb trails over his younger face. He looked so innocent and naïve back then.

“I can’t even recognize myself,” he whispers.

“Harold?” Siebren asks.

He shakes his head lightly and places the photograph down. “Sorry. It’s just…it’s a lot. Being back here.”

“In a good way, or a bad way?”

“In a lot of different ways,” Harold utters. “This place was my home away from home, the stepping stone paving the way for the future of space travel. It’s tragic, seeing it all in ruins like this.”

“You are not the only one. I always thought this place was beautiful, and it still is, but it’s now so cold and empty. A husk of its former self.”

It’s more than that, Harold thinks, but if he says that out loud, Siebren will expect clarification, and Harold doesn’t think he can give Siebren clarification. He takes his old files and tucks them under his arm. The four of them meet up and they head out of the Observatory.

As they walk through the empty hallways, Harold can hear the faint noises of the apes and chimps, muttering behind closed doors. Outside the Observatory, he sees the extent of the rebellion’s destruction. Appliances in the Commissary are broken and rifled through, the peanut butter jars empty and smashed onto the ground. Furniture blocks many of the doors to the other sectors, while most of the personal rooms for the scientists have had their number pads smashed beyond repair.

He doesn’t know how to feel about seeing all this. He thought he was prepared, but it’s another thing altogether to see the gorilla paw prints on the door to Hammond’s room, schematics lying haphazardly on the floor. If he was any weaker than he was, he might cry, but he’s got a mission to complete and loved ones to support him. His hand reaches for Winston’s, squeezing softly.

“Where do we need to go?” Symmetra asks.

“The Hangar,” Harold says. “We need to shut down all the data and monitoring systems, so we need to get to the servers. From the Hangar, we can get there easily enough.”

“A little bit too late for that,” a voice says.

In the Training Facility, smiling cruelly, is a man that looks almost identical to Harold himself, but with some differences. Their clothes are the typical Horizon uniform with a lab coat on top, the sleeves rolled above their elbows—a complete contrast to Harold’s own Overwatch uniform. Their hair is in a similar haircut but slightly darker, giving a salt and pepper look. A rectangular pair of glasses framed the imposter’s face, no cybernetic implants or scars or tubes to wreak havoc over his skin. Even the eye colour was wrong, a dark blue rather than Harold's dark brown eyes. It’s like someone has used an age filter on a younger picture of Harold. This imposter is too clean, too perfect, but it's not an omnic or a robot. Only a human could ever smile like that, condescending and innocent all at the same time.

Harold doesn’t even hesitate raising his jet injector at the imposter, who immediately throws their hands up. He’s confused as to their weird actions, until he sees it. A camera, hidden in the corner of the room, red light blinking on and recording.

No, not just recording. Broadcasting. Thousands, if not millions, are probably watching this right now.

“Who are you?” Harold seethes.

The imposter smiles. “I’m Dr. Harold Winston,” he says, “and I believe you have been trying to steal my work, you imposter.”

Wide eyes fall on Harold's body but he ignores them all. He stares at his mirror image, an unspeakable rage clamming his throat shut, golden eyes staring down fake blue eyes.

#Overwatch #Sigma #Siebren de Kuiper #Harold Winston #Sigrold #I know in the very first Sigrold fanfic I gave Harold the codename of 'Tristan'#But after new evidence I have now decided he will get the punniest name ever #So his new codename is now Charon #This is a really intense chapter #probably because this will be the end #Two more chapters and this fic will be over #Oh and uh...sorry for the cliffhanger XD

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mxliv-oftheendless · 4 years ago

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Twist of Fate, Chapter 6

Yeah, yeah, I know I left y’all on ANOTHER cliffhanger last time XD that’s the last one, I promise. Buckle up, because things happen this chapter! Tagging @cosmicrealmofkissteria and @tanookiroxx as always. Enjoy!

In which Starchild learns something Tomaziel has been hiding from him...

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Starchild had to stop and stare at Tomaziel as he moved through a training course. Lightning crackled all around his hands and his body had a faint blue glow. His movements were practiced, yet Starchild could tell he was throwing himself wholeheartedly into it. He threw and directed his lightning, knocking down targets one after the other. He was moving his whole body, dodging and twisting and jumping.

For some reason, Starchild just couldn’t stop staring. He was dumbfounded, watching him almost in awe. He had never seen Tomaziel fight before; he didn’t seem the type to even like fighting. Perhaps learning combat was part of how he was learning to control his lightning. But he looked… and Starchild couldn’t believe he was thinking this… he looked incredibly attractive. The way his black hair whipped around his face, which was drawn into a look of intense concentration, and the way his body bent and moved was the most captivating thing Starchild had ever seen.

Suddenly he wondered what it would be like to kiss Tomaziel, to press his lips to Tomaziel’s black ones. Would they be soft? They looked soft. How good would the kiss be? Had Tomaziel ever kissed anyone before?

There was a crack of lightning and Starchild suddenly realized a lightning bolt was flying straight at him. He yelped and jumped out of the way, just in time for it to pass him and hit the wall.

“Oh no!” came a panicked shout, and he turned to see Tomaziel looking at him with a mortified look. “I’m so sorry, I had no idea you were there. I just—”

The moment suddenly struck Starchild as wildly funny, and he smiled and began to laugh. He looked up at the considerable burn mark on the wall. “Could you imagine what would have happened if that hit me?” he guffawed, gesturing to the burn mark. “It would have singed all my hair off!”

Tomaziel looked incredibly confused. “Why are you laughing when I almost hit you?”

“I don’t know!” Starchild laughed, shrugging. He calmed down and sighed. “But it’s fine. I jumped out of the way in time. So, what brings you here? I thought you were making preparations for that ball.”

“I was; we were able to finish making initial plans rather quickly, so I decided to come here to practice. How, er, how much of it did you see?”

“I saw quite a bit,” Starchild replied, smiling. “You were doing very well.”

A faint blue tint appeared on Tomaziel’s cheeks, and oh merciful Gods how was it so adorable? “Thank you… Do you know combat, Starchild?”

“I do,” he nodded. “In fact, that was why I came down here; I haven’t exercised in a while.”

“Oh.” Tomaziel quickly moved to the side and picked up a towel off a nearby bench to wipe his face. “Be my guest.”

Starchild stepped to the side to stretch out a little first. Lucky for him the outfit he wore was easy to move in. He moved to the center of the room and took a deep breath. He blew it out, and looked over his shoulder. “How does it start?”

“Oh, let me,” Tomaziel went over to a panel on the wall and placed his hand on it. The panel glowed an icy blue.

The targets began to move, and Starchild got into a fighting stance and focused. Clear your mind, leave all your worries and thoughts at the door… focus. Concentrate. His body began to glow purple as he felt his powers rushing through his veins.

He opened his eyes just in time for a target to swing at him, and released a Starbeam. It hit the target right in the center. And with that, he launched himself into the simulation, rolling and diving and attacking. Purple energy burst from his fists, hitting the targets and training dummies. His mind forgot to focus on anything else, in favor of getting through the course. He punched and kicked and shot, running through the training simulation fairly quickly. It felt good to move around like this.

Finally, he flew up into the air and conjured up three small purple stars. The stars connected together to form an upside-down triangle, and it glowed brightly with purple energy. He aimed it at the last remaining target and opened his mouth. A single, loud musical note burst from his throat, and it pushed a pillar of energy from the purple triangle straight at the target. It exploded into fragments, scattering along the floor.

Smiling, Starchild floated back down to the ground and wiped sweat from his brow. He felt much calmer now; his torrent of emotions had settled.

When he turned, he almost laughed. Tomaziel was staring at him completely dumbfounded. His look was almost awestruck. Starchild let himself grin. “So, how did I do?”

Tomaziel blinked. “How—How did you do?” he repeated. “That was… incredible!”

Starchild chuckled modestly. “I wouldn’t say that…”

“No, really! Those targets are made of the strongest metal in our galaxy. No one’s ever been able to destroy them like you destroyed that one!”

Glancing down at the fragments of burnt metal, Starchild laughed sheepishly and rubbed the back of his neck. “I didn’t mean to do that… sometimes I get overexcited.”

“No, it was incredible! And the way you used your voice… I’ve never heard of anyone using their voice like that before.”

“If I sing loud enough, I can create deep fissures in rock,” Starchild said as he went to sit down on the bench. “I’ve done it before.”

“I wish I could have seen that… Here.” Tomaziel went to hand him a cloth. “So you can wipe the sweat off your face.”

Smiling, Starchild extended his hand. “Thank you,”

But when his fingers touched Tomaziel’s as he took hold of the cloth, he froze.

There it was again; the static shock. It sent Starchild’s heart racing, because this time it couldn’t have been Tomaziel’s lightning being out of control. Or had it just been that?

“Is everything all right?”

Starchild blinked and realized he’d been staring at Tomaziel without saying a word. “U-Uh…” He wanted to tell him—all of a sudden he so wanted to tell him. But how could he? What would happen next? What if it had just been a slip in Tomaziel’s control?

“Tomaziel,” oh Gods, why did he want to say his name over and over and over again, “could you… could I try something?”

He pulled his hand away, and Tomaziel moved to sit down beside him. “What is it?”

Starchild used the pause he’d given himself to wipe sweat off his face to gather up his courage. He set down the rag and turned to Tomaziel. “Could you touch my hand?” He held it out.

Tomaziel looked down at his hand. “Touch your hand?” he repeated. Was it his imagination, or was Tomaziel blushing?

He nodded, trying not to show how nervous he was. “Yes,”

There was a pregnant pause. Then Tomaziel lifted his hand to reach out for Starchild’s. For a moment, he faltered. But then his hand lowered, until they met.

And there it was yet again; the jolt of electricity. Starchild’s hand tingled and his heart raced even faster. This definitely wasn’t a slip of control.

“Tomaziel,” his voice had gone quiet. He looked up, into the aide’s dark eyes. “Are you… attracted to me?”

“I-I…” Tomaziel stared back at him. “… I don’t know if I should say it…”

Oh, but he looked like he wanted to. “Say it,” Starchild whispered. “Please… I want to know.”

“I… Yes… Yes, I am. I…” Tomaziel took his hand away before Starchild could stop him. “I know I shouldn’t be, and that it would never work between us, but… but I am. I just can’t help it. I—”

Without warning, Starchild suddenly grabbed him and pulled him forward. But a millisecond before their lips touched, his mind screeched to a halt and he froze. For a moment that seemed to last forever, they were completely still, just the shortest of distances between them.

Starchild’s mind was whirling. Every relationship he’d ever had started with a kiss, deepening to more passionate ones. It was what he’d been about to do, overwhelmed by Tomaziel saying he was attracted to him and this static shock he kept feeling whenever they touched really being the Spark and the sudden realization that he liked Tomaziel back and the sudden, intense desire to kiss him… but then he froze, forcing himself to stop. He was moving too fast. He had always gone too fast. Not this time… this time he wanted it to be different.

“… What’s happening?” Tomaziel said aloud. His voice was quiet.

“I… Tomaziel…” oh, it felt so right to say his name. “I don’t know… but if you would have me… we could figure it out together.”

He pulled away and let him go so he could think. After so many years, all the times he’d been left heartbroken… could this be it? He almost didn’t want to believe it.

“You…” he glanced up to see Tomaziel had a shocked look on his face. “You are attracted to me too?”

Starchild nodded. “Yes. Would you… want to see what happens?” His heart pounded nervously. What was he going to do if he said yes? What was he going to do if he said no?

Finally, Tomaziel gave him a hesitant smile. “I would like that… very much.” He placed his hand over Starchild’s.

And they both felt the Spark that shocked through them at the touch and jumped in surprise. The unexpected spark seemed to break whatever tension was there, and it made Starchild smile and laugh as he took hold of Tomaziel’s hand. Tomaziel laughed himself, smiling brightly.

“I’m glad.” And he really was. “Will you join me for lunch tomorrow? Just the two of us.”

He was going to do this differently. He was going to slow down and let himself explore what he was feeling. He was going to give himself time to think. This would be different.

“I would love to,” Tomaziel squeezed his hand, smiling.

Starchild’s heart felt lighter, and with it returned the urge to kiss him…

Sudden footsteps made him turn his head, and he saw two guards marching up to their bench. They bowed, and one of them spoke. “Begging your pardon, Prince Starchild. But you have been summoned by the Elder.”

Starchild nodded. “Of course.” He rose and brushed down his clothing, then turned to Tomaziel regretfully. “I have to go now, but I will see you tomorrow. Is 11:30 a good time?”

Tomaziel nodded. “Yes,”

“Excellent. I’ll see you then.” He turned to follow the guards out, then turned back to grin and wink playfully at him. “Don’t be late!”

Tomaziel laughed. “I won’t!”

As Starchild followed the guards out of the training hall, he couldn’t keep the smile off his face. He felt so giddy he wanted to laugh and twirl around right there in the hallway. Where would this take him? He didn’t know. But maybe he didn’t have to know; maybe he just had to be willing to experience it as it happened. And he was. Tomorrow couldn’t come any faster.

That night when he fell asleep, his dreams were filled with blue, crackling electricity and the raven-haired Jendellian that controlled it. The scenes made him smile in his sleep as his hand tingled.

#Shandi's KISSteriaverse #twist of fate #not really much else to say here honestly #not gonna spoil it in the tags but DO THEY KISS???? ARE THEY GONNA KISS???#YOU'LL HAVE TO READ ON AND FIND OUT #also yeah the story's not over there's going to be more chapters #spacechild #kiss au writing #my writing #hope you enjoyed!#stay tuned for chapter seven!

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keruworld · 5 years ago

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Kamen Rider Zero One ep 23 - Things that i don’t like... yes... always (sorry but im not feeling Zero One)... but i think it was a fun ep, a filler ep... a FILLER ep... but fun. Felt very Sentai like, even has Sentai alumni cameos. Now if you don’t want to read any form of critic to this show, just ignore this post please.

I think is pretty obvious that the writers of Zero One don’t have idea what to do with the plot... because here we have a filler episode. A fun one... yes... but it’s a filler... we forget about the competition, we forget about Metsubourinjai Bou (well this guy/girl have been forgotten by two or three weeks already). Still Metal Hopper problem is in the ep... but they don’t use it as plot device.

But ok...we start the ep with a worried Aruto... because he can’t use the other progressive keys... only the bad one.

I still wonder if HIDEN have other human employees? They don’t have programmers or something? I could love to watch Aruto active as a boss... he doesn’t feel like a boss at all. You could say that the boy is still learning... but come on... we are 23 eps in. -__-

I really hate how this filler ep thrown to the trash the prev arc in the most stupid way.

Oh look, the only human employees of HIDEN. Where have they been? Have been lost since long time ago. X,D Zero One keeps forgetting characters because bad writing!

They have not appear in the show from so long that i have forgotten the name of her. XD

Good that this matchmaker Humangear have a good common sence.

It was funny that Gai was there... looking for a bride. X,D Stupid and weird yes... but guess that’s ok. X,D

Poor Yua... still wonder why she is with Gai... the benefits are good with Zaia? XD It could have been so good that Aruto offers her a job in HIDEN... she is the technical engineer that Aruto needs.

Im starting to love Aruto’s expressions. X,D I think Fumiya is a little more comfortable with Aruto... but i can’t blame him... his character is so bad writen that the actor must feel it!! X,D

It was... so nice to see Yua laughting!!

And later transform! Valkirie... we have missed you girl.

The look: You meanie... because of you i can’t transform! X,D Good Fumiya, good, im starting to like your expressions. 23 eps in... but it’s something. XD

Even Izu... she is starting to have better expressions! This could mean that the actors have been more comfortable with their characters?

Aruto decided transform even with the risk... you know... if they use Metal Hopper in the ep... were not better to have a more dangerous situation? A situation where Aruto don’t have an option... i mean Valkirie was there, she is strong... i bet she could defeat the monster.

Beautiful Valkirie! It’s a big shame that we could not see her suit often.

Very intelligent Aruto, thinking that you could control it! X,D This just made Aruto looks... stupid?! It could have been better a “no option’ situation.

Beautiful Yua... it’s a shame her character have been reduced to be Gai secretary! U_U

2 minutes of Horobi... well it was better than nothing... (where is Jin Toei? TTATT)

How do you know Izu?! Uh?!

Aruto talk so casual with Humangears... i could love to see him talking to more humans.

Yua programmed it right? Can just Aruto ask for help to Yua? And make them interact for god sake!

Where this person took the ZetsumeRiser?!

Ahhh the humangear actor.

Because this is a Sentai trope and they are Sentai alumni right!! X,D The problem here is that this is not Sentai... is Kamen Rider! But ok... it seems that in reiwa era will have no distintion?! X,D

Where Izu learn bad words?! I wonder... it can be the ark? X,D If i where Aruto i could be worried about it.

She, with reason, slapped him after being insulted and just by that the humangear became mad.... is for real?! You know... Gai is right... humangears are dangerous if they will go mad just with a slap.

Like how Izu shows more emotions, took her 23 ep to show more emotions. X,D

Gai just want to get beaten by the Ark!! XD

Well... Aruto is trying hard to contain it. (probably the next episode he will... but because Izu... again... -___-)

such a bad cliffhanger... but... ok...

The episode was... some how fun... and thats was ok... but the plot... where is the plot?! X,D It’s lost with Jin. TTATT Really... Zero One is trying to win the most "wasted potential" Kamen Rider of all the time position. X,D At least... for me.

#keru watch #kamen rider zero one #critic #spoilers #where is jin toei? where?#where is the plot?#give me plot #give me background #give me character interaction #fillers just don't #don't do that

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365daysofsasuhina · 5 years ago

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[ 365 Days of SasuHina || Day Two Hundred Fifty-Five: A Beautiful Choice ] [ Uchiha Sasuke, Suigin Ryū ] [ SasuHina ] [ Verse: A Light Amongst Shadows ] [ AO3 Link ]

For once in his life...Uchiha Sasuke has no idea what he’s doing. For the most part, his decisions and actions since he was seven years old have been rather...simple. While he ran into many an obstacle on his journey for justice in the name of his clan, he could typically improvise, drawing on what he’d learned as a shinobi to move forward.

But this...this is completely outside of his element.

And he’s not even sure who to go to for help.

Naruto, he knows, is about as well-versed in this as he is. And the last thing he wants is the blond in on his business. Because as soon as Naruto knows anything, half of Konoha will know what’s going on. And he’s trying to be discreet.

Sakura...gods, he’d rather take a kunai to the gut than ask Sakura for advice. Sure, she’s a woman...but also one he’s had one of the most annoying relationships with out of anyone he’s ever known. She might be going steady with Naruto, but he doesn’t want to even hint at this topic with her for any reason.

Kakashi is just...no. He’s possibly the only person beyond himself that Sasuke can think of who would be worse to consult. Never married, never dated, and reads porn in public.

Itachi has already been coy enough about the whole thing. He doesn’t want his brother to have any more reason to tease him than he’s already got. And Shisui? Might be worse than Naruto. It’s a close call...but either way, a definite no.

The only person left he has to consult...is his brother’s wife. Which, honestly? Makes the most sense out of anyone he could ask. She’s a lady, has a suitable temperament...and happens to be friends with the person otherwise involved in Sasuke’s latest predicament.

He’s going to propose to Hinata.

But there’s steps to this process, and he’s...rather unsure about how to get from point A to...whatever letter the actual proposal ends up being. At the very least, he’s sure about it. He’s never been more sure about anything in his life. But this is also his first relationship...let alone one that’s ever gotten this far.

So, he just...needs a little help.

“Can I...ask you something?”

Glancing up from the bed of herbs she’s tending, Sasuke’s sister-in-law sits back on her haunches. “Of course. Is something wrong?”

“No. I just…” He sighs, rubbing at the tense muscles in his neck. “I need some...advice. About...girls.” Gods, can he sound any more like a clueless genin?

She blinks at him, and then smiles, expression free of the taunting her husband would be giving him. “I see. What in particular do you want some help with?”

“...I want to propose to Hinata.”

Greys go wide. “...oh! Sasuke, that’s wonderful!”

“I just...I dunno how to go about it. I thought maybe you’d...have a better idea.”

For a moment the woman is silent...and then she laughs a bit into a hand. “I’m sorry, dear...I’m not laughing at you,” she explains during a breath, seeing his expression. “I just...well, you know well enough your brother and I had far from a...typical courtship. So honestly, I’m not sure I’m the most knowledgeable about the...traditional means. But...I’ll offer what I can.”

Abandoning her task, she stands and dusts some dirt from her clothes. “...first thing is first, really: you’ll need an engagement ring. One that suits both your feelings for her, and her. After all, she’ll be the one wearing it.”

“Suits my...feelings?”

A nod. “Something that, when you look at it, reminds you of her. A testament to your love for her for her to wear and sort of...display! Your wedding bands will be different, of course. Think of it as…” She pauses, pondering for a moment. “...a symbol of your courtship. Your offering to symbolize your affection, and your intentions to make her your wife.”

“...I guess that makes sense.” A few ideas are already eddying through his mind. “So...what should I do to...give it to her?”

“Well...that part I can’t really help you with too much. A proposal is very personal. Some people go to places that mean a lot to them both, like...where you had a first date, or a first kiss. Or some make it very...theatrical. A fancy restaurant, or a public display. Though personally, I would avoid the latter...it adds unnecessary pressure for her answer.”

Sasuke blinks. “...good point.”

“Otherwise, it’s mostly up to you, dear. This is a moment you’ll both remember for the rest of your lives - how you want to make it memorable is up to you. Of course, on that note, don’t be nervous,” she advises gently with a smile. “Mistakes can and do happen. But just remember that this is the person you hold dearest, and who loves you regardless of the circumstances. Hinata won’t judge you if something goes awry.”

Glancing aside, Sasuke mulls that over. “Yeah, you’re right...she’s too kind for that.” In his mind, he can still see how she’d giggle, and then apologize for laughing, all smiles and pretty pink blushes. Just that alone brings a soft smile to his face.

“...otherwise...that’s really all you’ll need,” his sister-in-law then says, noting his reverie. “Find a good ring, and a good time and place. And I’m sure it will turn out perfectly. You two are so good together, everything will work out just fine.”

Head full of thoughts, Sasuke goes quiet for a moment. “...thank you. And, uh...don’t tell anyone, okay? Last thing I need is aniki giving me crap.”

She laughs into a hand. “Of course, your secret is safe with me, dear. And good luck! Not that you’ll need it. I can’t wait for Hinata to tell me all about it!”

He nods. But before he can go, she calls out his name.

“She wears a size seven, by the way,” his sister offers cheekily.

“...how do you know that?”

“Let’s just say I was...thinking ahead. I told her I had some old jewelry she could have, and asked her her size. I had a feeling you’d need it one of these days.”

Sasuke blinks in surprise...and then gives a soft huff of a laugh. “...thanks.”

“You’re welcome, dear.”

Confidence much higher, Sasuke abandons his brother’s yard and makes his way back into the village proper. A ring that reminds him of her...that symbolizes his affection...can he really find something that will fit?

Meandering toward a jeweler, not wanting to be spotted, Sasuke makes sure he senses no familiar chakra before slipping into the store. Behind the counter is a middle-aged woman, who smiles pleasantly as he looks around curiously.

“Good afternoon, young man! What might I do for you?”

“I’m, er...here to buy a ring…?”

Her face alights. “I see! Congratulations! We have quite a few styles to choose from, and can custom make a band for you, of course. Have you any ideas?”

“Not yet…”

“Well, feel free to browse, and I’ll answer any questions you might have!”

Feeling a bit sheepish, he approaches the counter, eyeing the stock behind the glass. There’s...a lot. More than he’d ever think up, that’s for sure. Jewels of all cuts, colors, and styles are almost overwhelming. How is he supposed to decide?

Something that reminds me of her… Eyes trailing over the choices, he pauses at one that nudges something at the back of his mind. A shining pearl sits in a silver band, a small diamond nestled along either side. There’s a bit of flare to the metal around them, but otherwise the rest of the ring looks fairly simple, yet elegant.

A pearl...it looks like...her eyes…

A feeling blooms in his gut. That’s what he wants. “...can I look more closely at that one?”

The employee fetches it from the display, letting him look it over in more detail. The pearl is even prettier up close...it’s perfect.

“I think...I’d like this one.”

“A beautiful choice, sir! Do you know the lady’s ring size?”

“Seven.”

“Perfect! We keep all of our rings in stock in several sizes, so I have it here and now for you, if you’re ready.”

Sasuke sets his jaw. No going back now… “I’m ready.”

“Wonderful. Let me just get the order written up, and as soon as we have the ryō, you can have the ring, sir.”

All throughout, Sasuke stares at the little box she slips the band into, a heavy feeling in his chest. While he’s satisfied with his choice...this seems like the easy part now that it’s done. The real challenge...will be asking her.

He’s sure she’ll say yes. She...she has to. But the nerves remain, that sliver of doubt like a canyon in his mind. He has time to plan...he’ll just...take this slowly. Everything has to be perfect. Perfect like her...the pearl he never expected to find.

Handing over the money once the receipt is done, he accepts the box. “A pleasure doing business with you, sir. And I wish you luck with your lady!”

“...thank you.” Slipping it into his pocket, he sweeps the street again before heading out.

Now...it’s time to plan.

.oOo.

OKAY FIRST before you come at me with pitchforks and torches for the cliffhanger: I AM going to do a sequel to this TOMORROW - I peeked the prompt and it'll work perfectly for a follow up! I just didn't want this to get monstrously long, so I cut it there! I'm sorry xD Anyway...here we go, guys gals and nonbinary pals! We're FINALLY getting a chance to look into how a proposal might go between these two. The ring, at least, I've had in my mind for a looong time - a pearl is just such a perfect fit, imo! It's what Hyūga eyes have always reminded me of, tbh. And Sasuke seems to agree! But yes, tomorrow we'll see part two to this, so I hope y'all can be patient with me xD And hopefully I can live up to this hype, haha - but for now, I need some sleep. Thanks so much for reading! See you tomorrow n_n

#sasuhina #uchiha sasuke #suigin ryū #a light amongst shadows [ canon verse ]#365daysofsasuhina

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sunshine-woozi · 7 years ago

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안녕~:) I’m not sure if you’re currently taking requests, but if you are can you write me a Joshua or Vernon one where the reader is an extra or a love interest in one of their mv and they start a real relationship after that? (I’m not sure if I’m making any sense here sorry lol) Cute and fluffy please XD Thanks in advance! xx Love your blog btw (Low key stalking hahaha k up shut up now lol)

A/N: I posted this earlier but I accidentally deleted it so I’m reposting hahah. I’m sosososo sorry this took so long omg. it’s almost finals week and I’ve been so busy. I️’m also thinking about making this a bit better, extending it, and turning it into a series?? I’m not sure yet but I’ll let you guys know :) tysm for waiting💓

Pairing: Vernon x Reader

Genre: fluffy

Type: v v short, bulletpointed

Summary: You’re an actress who got the role of Vernon’s love interest in a seventeen music video. Little did you know you’d fall in love with him off-screen.

you were super excited to book your first acting job overseas

you somehow booked the role of a love interest in a seventeen music video

so you have no clue who seventeen is and go in expecting nothing more than your usual role.

finishing up your hair and makeup, you see Vernon- your love interest

“t-that’s the guy I’m working with?” you muttered

WOW HE’S HOT

you make eye contact and he approaches you

“hey I’m Vernon, it’s so nice to meet you” he says

“holy shit he speaks English too?” you thought

“oh hi Vernon, I’m y/n. I’m so excited to be working with you!”

you talk for a bit longer

but strangely, it feels easy

it’s almost like you’ve known him forever

you could’ve talked for hours if you weren’t dragged to the set

right off the bat you’re filming flirty scenes

you both can’t stop blushing and smiling

between scenes, you walk over to your manager

“jesus christ you’re sweating like a pig” she says, handing you a cold water bottle.

“shit how am I supposed to work like this” you reply, looking at Vernon who seems to be in the same state.

before you know it, it’s time to film the final scene where Vernon kisses you.

your mind races as you walk to the set “ohmygodohmygodohmygod”

barely able to look him in the eye without blushing, you start the scene

Vernon takes your hand in his and pushes your hair behind your ear

he cups your face in his hands and looks into your eyes

slowly, he pulls you in and kisses you gently

you swear you can feel a spark go through your body

it feels like a movie

you’re half expecting fireworks to go off in the background

the music dies down and you hear the director yell

“that’s a wrap”

Vernon pulls away and you’re almost disappointed that it didn’t last longer

“oh wow” you say simultaneously

Vernon’s still cupping your face in his hands but he realizes and quickly pulls away

“uh s-sorry” he stammers

“n-no it’s fine” you say, rubbing your palms together

“let me walk you out?” he smiles

you nod and he takes your hand, leading you to your car.

“so y/n, would you want to maybe go out sometime?”

A/N: I’m sorryyyyyyyy :( I know you probably hate me for leaving this on a cliffhanger but I really wanna turn it into a series. I have a ton of ideas for upcoming posts so you’ll just have to see ;)

#seventeen #svt #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen reactions #seventeen requests #seventeen vernon #choi vernon #vernon #svt vernon #svt imagines #svt scenarios #svt texts

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theodosia-cipher · 7 years ago

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A New Family

↠Chapter 2, Getting comfortable↞

Lily rushes up the stairs, only to see Ford standing at the doorway watching the four kids chasing each other around the room playing tag.

"Well, what's this all about?" she said, giggling.

"They're just having a game of tag. To be honest, I'd like to join in.." Ford said as the stepping into the room only to be hit by Mabel and the other 3 falling on her and all 5 of them─Mabel, Dipper, the two sisters and Ford─ fall on the floor laughing.

"Woah, you guys better be careful!" Lily exclaimed as she rushes over to help them up.

"Heh, sorry about that, sis," Lola said as she jumped back onto her feet.

"By the way, I found a room just below the stairs. I don't think you, Gloria, Ford and I can fit in there too..." Lily said as her voice trailed off, her head hanging low in sadness. Then she felt a hand on her shoulder. It was Dipper. He gave her an encouraging smile to make her happy. Lily then returned the smile to him.

"I can set up my lab as my bedroom, ya know?" Ford said as he began walking down the stairs. Lily gave him a good nod and followed him down. They then stopped in front of the vending machine. Ford put in the code, and the vending machine opened and both went down. They cleaned up the place a little and went into the room where the portal was.

"This room is actually big enough for all of us to stay in! But I'd be glad to stay here with you, dad," Lily said, emphasizing at the word "dad" and giggled. Both of them laughed and decided that they will stay with Gloria and Lola until they finished cleaning up this room. They went back up the stairs silently. As they closed the vending machine behind them, they didn't notice someone creeping up on then.

[Okay, guys. From now on, there will be povs. There will be moments when it is narrated but most of it will be POVs :T enjoy!]

⋯⋘Gloria's Pov⋙⋯

I snuck up on my sister and her... Um... Teacher or something as I had heard the vending machine open up just now, and when I had arrived here at the gift shop, they were gone and the vending machine was back to normal. I just waited for them and when I heard them coming up the stairs, I hid near the vending machine.

"BOO!" I screamed at them, only to be returned with both of them turning around and Ford taking out his gun, and Lily taking out her crossbow, both pointing at me. Lily had yelped a little and jumped, then turned at me with Ford. I backed down and landed on the ground as they got closer looking a bit scared at my action. I was shivering, thinking that they may kill me. I still found it funny that I scared them.

⋯⋘Lily's Pov⋙⋯

After I realised who I was pointed the crossbow at, I stood there frozen and dropped the crossbow, only to see the arrow shoot at the figure. It moved away, and the arrow was shot at some rack of clothes in the gift shop. Ford struggled to hold his gun and he almost dropped it, but he managed to catch it. I then went to over to the figure and gave it a hug.

"I-I'm so sorry, Gloria... I didn't mean to..." I stammered while hugging her. She hugged me back and pats my back, reassuring to me that it was okay. I then pulled away from the hug and gave her a face of why-did-you-scare-us-like-that in a glare. She smiled sheepishly then started to giggle, i suppose, at my face. I then realised that she was looking at my second birthmark, so I quickly put my fringe over it, feeling embarrassed. We then stood up and the 3 of us went back up into the attic, only to see concerned faces from Dipper, Mabel and Lola. I smiled at them as a signal that nothing happened and Dipper looked at me like her knew that I was lying, but he let me go.

"Wait a minute..." I said, thinking back at what happened. "My crossbow!!" I yelled as I ran back down to get it back. I heard them snickering a bit as I ran down. I quickly got the crossbow and went back upstairs, to see all of them huddled together on the floor, while catching up on what had happened when my father and I had disappeared. I shook my head and smiled, while sitting down in between Dipper and Ford. I quickly found out that they were playing truth or dare or don't.

"OH HEY, LILY!!!! Truth or dare or don't?!" Mabel screamed excitedly while waiting for an answer. I looked at all of them uneasily and then I looked at Ford, who was signalling me to do a truth as it would be the perfect time to explain what had happened.

"Uh.... Truth, I guess?" I said as I turned my gaze from Ford to Mabel.

"GREAT!!!! TELL US THE TRUTH!! Why did Grunkle Ford asked you to call him dad?!" Mabel screamed, seemingly excited at my answer. I was shocked as I had guessed that she would've asked me that.

"Well.... I was Ford's apprentice before the portal incident that happened between Ford and Stan. I had realised that both of them were fighting because of some random issue, like they had explained to you, and Stan pushed Ford into the portal. By then, I had already been standing in front of the portal and I watched as Ford was pulled into the portal. I grabbed his leg, attempting to pull him back out, with Stan of course, but instead, I, too, got pulled in. Stan had backed away before he got sucked into the portal and the portal shut down. Ford and I were stuck in between dimensions since!" I replied, shaking my head slightly.

"Wait.. But you said you were there for 4 years... How old are you now then?" Dipper asked curiously. Huh. I guess he noticed it then.. But I don't want to tell them cause it'll be breaking our little secret. I then breathed and decided to tell him.

"Well.. I stayed there for 30 years, yes. But... We were stuck in between dimensions so we... " I hesitated then continued.

"We didn't age... So I lied about being there. No wait, only Ford aged surprisingly. I stayed as a 12 year old" I said.

"Not exactly.." I mumbled under my breath, then looked up and saw everyone starting at me.

"ALRIGHT! Let's continue with the game, shall we?" I said, clapping my hands together to stop the awkwardness in the room.

"Sure.. I gu-" Dipper started but was interrupted by a loud screeching voice.

"OKAY! LOLA, TRUTH, DARE OR DON'T?!?!" Mabel screeched pointing at Lola. We had to cover our ears for this.

⋯⋘Lola's Pov⋙⋯

I just stared at Mabel in awe, and my ears were aching.

"Oh geez Mabel..." I said, rubbing my ears.

"hehe, sorry. So, truth, dare or don't?" Mabel asked without screaming this time, but still excitedly.

"hm..." I thought for a while.

"I'm up for... A dare."

Mabel smirked. Oh no. What's she gonna do...

"I dare you to..." she pauses for a dramatic effect "...tell me what both Dipper and Lily are hiding!!!" she screamed. She obviously knew what Dipper was hiding, but she wanted to know my Guess.

"Uhhh...." I said while looking at Lily and Dipper who were sitting next yo each other. They knew that I had known so the kept shaking their heads. They started panicking as Dipper was trembling and Lily was trying desperately not to remover her coat or flip her hair up.

"They both have b-" i was unable to process my sentence fully before getting my mouth covered by a hand. I saw Gloria looking towards my direction, her hand covering my mouth. She shook her head slightly and I got what she meant. And I did something that she didn't want me to do.

"EWWWWW LOLA!!!! THAT WAS DISGUSTING!" Gloria screamed, wiping the liquid off of her hand on her dress. I giggled. I had licked her hand to get it off of my mouth, heck I even tried to bite it but I licked it instead haha. Both Lily and dipper calmed down, but after that, Lily gave me a death glare and Dipper also shot Mabel and I a death glare each. Haha, I've never seem them this mad!

⋯⋘Lily's Pov⋙⋯

I should've known Mabel will ask her that.. She will pay muahahaha!

I stood up and pulled dad up from his seat. He was talking happily with Dipper after the glare. I tilted my hea, signaling to get him to go to the lab with me. We still had a lot to do. He looked at me confused a bit, then gave a slight nod, showing that he understood what I meant and followed me down. As I closed the door, I saw the rest who were in the room look at us then look back at themselves in confusion. They shrugged then continued to play Truth, dare or don't without us.

"We should get a move on... I don't want to cram with the other two, they also need their own space.." Ford said as the put in the code for the ending machine. After he did, we headed down and started to clean up the room where the portal was. It was until..

AAAAAAAND CLIFFHANGER!! HAHA!! See y'all in the next chapter xD

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blaperile · 6 years ago

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Homestuck Epilogues - Meat - Page 14 (Epilogue 3 Page 1)

#Homestuck #The Homestuck Epilogues #Meat #Epilogue Three #Jane #Jake #Dirk

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after-nine-at-the-oasis · 7 months ago

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Ayy she's good :D

Wow that's a lot o.o

Better be careful with that too, yk take it easy and stuff xd

We're gonna pan to Charlie being upset aren't we xd

Yup 😬 :((

Honeyy:(

I'm sorry but it sucks

Hey guys xd

I mean you don't have to hide it from her

Okay yeah she was xd

Aww it's nice she cares :'))

Noo nah honey don't do that-

Yeah :')

It'll still be a little weird for her lol but she wants you to be happy <33

Oop what's she gonna ask about-

Ahh that

Aww honey :'((

I mean true xD but also how could she have known lol

Ahh but yeah lol just ask what's going on

Awww honey :'((

Yeah :')) she just didn't know <33

Awww honey DD': :'((

That sucks Lim :((

I mean I know you're happy with what you've done with your life but still :'(( sucks it might've come partially from that <3

OOPE O.O I was wondering if that's actually what it was 😬😬

Ahh yeegh her mom's not dumb xdd though why were you in the closet girl lol

AWWW Lim 😭😭😭💔❤️

Oh right lol I knew about that o.o

Awww honey :'(((

That sucks honey I'm sorry DD:

Yeah :'(( <3

Aww yeah I'm glad you're okay with that Lim :')) doesn't mean you can't date if you don't want to though

Aww yeah 😭😭😭💔❤️❤️

NAURRR this is destroying me 😭😭❤️🥺🥺

AWW honeyyy :')) ❤️❤️❤️

Yeah she's there for you <33

Aww honey :'))

Oof :(

Shaun I really do think you could figure it out

Okay that's a little far xd

Wait she decided to leave as well didn't she o.o

OOPE yep 😬

Ahh nah complaint o.o

Okay I hope it wasn't about the most recent thing because that was kinda justified, but his behavior overalll? Maybe 😬

Awww that sucks 😭💔🥺

Shaun's face :(((

OOP going to Shul Asher?

Ahh giving him a ride :))

Aww yeah :(

Maybe he'll also go to something though?

Aww yeah enjoyed the conversation :))

A what

Genuinely what did he say lol

OOP

AAAHHHHHH :DDD :)))

AWWWW

AWW he's telling him too :'DD

Awwww 🥰🥰🥰

"And if he doesn't, I will" AAAHHHHHHH 😭😭❤️❤️❤️❤️🥺🥰🥰🥰🥰

(bro I'm scared. I am absolutely terrified. I'm already- yk what I won't say it but. Scared y'all. Scared)

Losing my mind <333

Aww yeah mazel tov Asher 🥰🥰

Aww :')) I hope you can reconnect with that part of yourself Asher <32 if you want tk

When I tell you I'm so scared

I mean it

UH OH

W A I T

I S W E A R

If they do

What I think

They might so

I will lose

mind

NOOO

ASHERR

LET HIM DIEEEE

SORRY SIR BUT ASHER

Uh oh o.o

Okay phew it's vandalism

I mean it's still awful but xd

Uhhh ohhhh

UH OH

I'm scared

I'm so scared

Also this just really freaking sucks in the first place :(( >:(( besides all my fear this is just awful

Tell them Asher >:( :'D

But also

I'm scared

Is he gonna stand with him in that regard or no

I feel like it's powerful either way tbh but I think for Asher he needs to say it

Yeah :')

OKAY NO NEED TO ANTAGONIZE O.O

ONE TYPE OF BIGOT IS ENOUGH AND MAYBE WE DON'T TELL THEM WE'RE CALLING THE COPS?

I'm so scared

It's full circle

I hate full circle

Don't do this to me

OKAY P H E W THEY'RE LEAVING 😭😭❤️❤️

Hallelujah

Still call xdd

Let's not hang up o.o xd

Like there was still a crime

DON'T TURN YOUR BACK

Terrified terrified terrified

ALSO CALL THE COPS

DO NOT

WALK BACK TO YOUR CAR

ALONE

I don't like this music

I'm about to cry

I think I know where this is going

YUP

AUUUAAAHHHHHHHH

Terrified terrified terrified

I'm sick to my stomach I'm about to start shaking

ASHERRR WALK FASTERRR

I know you notice him sir 😭

At least

If it haopens

There's epic music

HUAAAAHHH SECOND GUY

Y'all don't understand how much I'm pausing

I'm legitimately sick to my stomach oh my gosh

Please just leave it on a cliffhanger I'd refer that

HUAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

ALSO IT'S NOT FUNNY BUT I PAUSED AT THE WEIRDEST FREEZE FRAME

1 minute left

I DON'T LIKE THAT RINGING NOISE

Shakey breathing genuinely oh my gosh help

NOOO LEAVE IT AT THAAAT

Oh gosh

Oh no

They're not gonna- I mean they probably will but-

NOOOOOO THEY'RE SHOWING ME JEROME

He's gonna think Asher just didn't show up

I am so ill

Literally but not what I meant xd

NOOOOO

STOPPP IT LOOKS SO FANCY 😭😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔

DON'TDOITDON'TDOITDON'TDOITDON'DOIT

HE'S GONNA SHOW ME IT ISN'T HE

I MEAN I KINDA WANNA SEE IT BUT ALSO

UAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

IT ISSSSSSS

PROPOSAL CONFIRMEDDDDDDD

Normally I would be so happy but

Nope xd

It's such a pretty ring 😭😭😭😭😭💔💔💔💔💔❤️🥺

I'm sick to my stomach my gosh

The bandaid 😭😭😭😭😭💔💔❤️

He's gonna save that band-aid forever :')))

I am. So not okay

SIRRRRR

I PROMISE HE WANTED TO SHOW UP

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

EYES OPEN MOUTH BLEEDING EYES OPEN MOUTH BLEEDING EYES OPEN MOUTH BLEEDING

THE SIRENNNNNNSSSSSSSSS HE HAS NO IDEA

I'm about to start sobbing and I mean that so seriously

Tears are IN MY EYES AND I'M ONLY NOT CRYING BECAUSE I PAUSED

NOOOOOOO 😭😭😭😭💔❤️❤️

He found him didn't he 😭😭

He did 😭😭😭😭

HE'S WHISPERING A PRAYER ISN'T HE OR FINAL RITES

NOOOOOOOOO

Sobbing

Legitimately full on sobbing

I can see tears falling

And they're just gonna make me sit with that

I'm in shock

I'm trying to be quiet because it's nearly midnight

My family is asleep

I can't

I'm done with this show

I'm not but. Wow

How could they do that to me

I'm gonna watch the promo and they're gonna say he's dead aren't they

Great wrote dead and the sobs are coming back xd

They're gonna confirm it

I can't take that

I'm glad we're gonna get people focusing on him but 😭. NOT BECAUSE HE FREAKING DIED

Was close to saying the f word there xd

Yk the tears are not helping my chapped lips xd

Sorry (no I'm not actually)

I'm hanging around on this already super long post after the episode ended

Just sitting here in silence

I can't

I'm so sorry

Idk about what xd

For him I guess

I'm so sorry honey :'((

And for Jerome too

am not okay

Gonna go watch the preview and cry my eyes out

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Green Wounds, Ch. 5

So my original plan was to have this chapter be when you guys read... maybe my favorite scene to write out by far, heh. But then I wrote out the stuff that came before it, and I realized: it wasn’t working. So my plan has been tweaked: my favorite scene will come next chapter, and you guys get another FILLER! It’s kinda short, but some stuff does happen, just not a lot. Sorry... lol not really XD. I find cliffhangers are more fun when you’re the one writing them lol.

Anyway, here’s chapter 5. Enjoy!

With the border guards behind him, Starchild quickly spread his authority across the Moors as its new king. He struck fast and he struck hard, ensuring that none of the Fair Folk would dare try to rebel. None of the Fair Folk thought of rebellion to begin with, though—they were all of them so stricken by the sudden, extreme changes in their protector, and when he wasn’t around they silently mourned the loss of the gentle faerie they once knew.

Meanwhile, after completing his consolidation of power, Starchild once again began to send Peter to Jendell to spy on the humans. He knew above all else that he wanted vengeance for what had been done to him—but he also knew that Ace would be expecting such. He would have to wait until the most opportune moment, the moment when Ace’s guard would be completely lowered.

-*-

Starchild managed to wait until Peter landed on the ground to wave his hand, and in a few quick moments Peter was human, sitting hunched over on the ground breathing heavily. “Well?” he asked expectantly.

Peter kept panting, but managed to answer. “The Queen’s… well, she’s… for fuck’s sake, how the hell do birds do this every day?” Starchild exhaled in annoyance and rolled his eyes, making Peter look up at him. “I’m serious! It’s exhausting!”

“I don’t care if you’re going to die from exhaustion,” Starchild snapped. “The Queen is what?”

Peter sighed, but replied. “The Queen’s pregnant,”

Starchild fell silent. His hand tightened over his walking stick, but other that he gave no reaction. He really wasn’t sure of what reaction to give. “… Is she?”

“Yeah, they announced it today.”

His ensuing silence seemed to put Peter on edge. He stood up and eyed him warily. “You, uh… You okay?”

His fist clenched, and after a pause, he replied, “Fine. That’ll be all for now.”

He turned Peter into a cat and Peter bounded off, leaving him alone with his boiling emotions.

Starchild remained where he was in the forest for a long while after that. But none of the Fair Folk, or even the border guards, dared to check on him—the inhuman screams and the sound of exploding wood made them too afraid to do that.

-*-

A few months after that, Starchild was walking through the forest once more, when the sound of someone—or something—close by made him stop and look around. When his eyes fell on the source, he immediately frowned. “Do you like following me, or do you just like annoying me?”

For there a few feet away from him was the red fox. The fox, as always, stared at Starchild with a tilt of its head, and once again, the faerie felt like he was under intense scrutiny. And he hated it. Not just that, but the fact that it never seemed to leave him alone, no matter how many times he chased it away.

Starchild glared darkly at it, saying nothing but growling in his mind for the fox to go away. He didn’t care if he had to attack it with his magic, he just wanted it to leave him alone.

But the fox did not leave. It kept staring at him, blinking at him, and its look made Starchild think of when he first encountered it a few months ago, months that seemed like a lifetime ago. He thought of how the fox had approached him, stared at him, then leaned in to sniff at him—

A growled escaped his throat, and he bared his gritted teeth at the fox and held out his hand. Dark purple magic burst from his hand and hit the ground right in front of it. The fox jumped and took a step back, then turned tail and ran off. He scowled after it, not even feeling satisfied that he had driven it away. Knowing that damned fox, it would just find him again sometime in the future.

Starchild glared at the retreating animal until it disappeared, then turned and stalked away. God, he hated that fox.

-*-

Autumn turned to winter, and winter turned to spring, and although Peter was spying on the king almost every day, he was always forced to return to Starchild with nothing. For his part, Starchild never showed any disappointment; although, in fairness, he never showed much of anything. His face remained impassive and blunt, like someone had carved it from stone. Unless he was angry about something—the incident with the wood sprites still made Peter wince a bit in sympathy.

Funnily enough, while Starchild seemed content to wait for something to happen, Peter was actually the one growing impatient. One thing he was learning about humans was that they certainly enjoyed taking their time. He had seen pregnant cats before, and although the memory of the birthing process still haunted his nightmares, cats never took as long as humans did. Queen Jeanette had been pregnant for nine months now, and still no baby.

Peter just wanted something to happen, so he could inform Starchild and end this agonizing waiting period. He wasn’t expecting his wish to be granted so soon, though.

He was in the laundry room, hidden well out of sight as he watched the maids work at spinning wheels. He had learned the hard way to stay well out of sight after getting a broom swung at him one too many times. He really hated brooms…

But anyway, the maids worked, occasionally talking to each other. One thing that caught Peter’s attention was that the night before, Queen Jeanette had retreated into her chambers and midwives had been called. Peter wasn’t sure what midwives were, but at least that was a bit of news he could tell Starchild.

After a couple hours, Peter was debating flying off elsewhere when the door suddenly opened and a chambermaid ran in, smiling excitedly. “The Queen’s given birth!” she exclaimed. “It’s a boy!”

Peter immediately perked up. Now that… that was definitely news.

The other maids perked up as well, gasping in excitement. “It’s a boy!” they tittered to each other. “It’s a boy!”

As they hurried off, no doubt to spread the news to the other servants, Peter spread his wings and flew off out the window. He would stick around for any other news, but he wouldn’t stay any longer than he had to. Starchild would definitely want to know all about this.

-*-

Meanwhile in the Moors, Starchild stood on a cliff, looking out at the place he was now ruling over. Although he was perfectly still, his mind was turning, as it usually was these days, thinking of many things at once. Some of his thoughts involved the Moors, but most involved Ace and his plan for vengeance.

In truth, even after so many months he wasn’t entirely sure of what his plans would involve. All he knew was that he wasn’t going to be like Ace; he didn’t want to swoop in, destroy everything, then disappear without Ace ever knowing what had just happened, although that thought was a nice one. No, that was too quick, too merciful. He wasn’t sure what exactly he would do, but he did know that he wanted to slowly and painfully dismantle everything, until Ace was left with nothing. Then he would either leave Ace alive, or kill him. But he was willing to leave that detail for when it happened. Although, the thought of himself choking the life out of Ace was enough to make Starchild smile maliciously.

He was willing to wait patiently for the right time to proceed in his plans, and as the days passed he was growing ever more certain that the right time was drawing nearer. Even so, he began to feel a flash of impatience whenever Peter came back with nothing to report. He wondered with some cynicism what would happen today, willing to bet that Peter would once again return with nothing.

Incidentally, the thought had just crossed his mind when he spotted a black shape in the distance, flying towards the Moors. Peter. He silently watched Peter as he flew closer, noting that Peter was flapping his wings to fly faster.

Peter flew over his head with a caw and began to swoop down to the ground behind him. When he was close enough to the ground, Starchild waved his hand and turned him back into a man. Peter stumbled, almost falling, before righting himself. He still had to work on landing, it seemed. “Well?” he asked, not waiting for Peter to catch his breath.

Peter panted slightly. “Well, I didn’t see anything, but I heard the servants. The Queen’s given birth… to a boy.”

Starchild fell silent. He knew enough about humans to know what that meant. With a son, Ace now had a legitimate line of succession, a line he (for some reason) would not have with a daughter. “Oh,” was all he could think of to say.

“There’s more,” Peter continued. “There’s gonna be a christening. They say it’ll be a grand celebration.”

“A grand celebration for a baby…” Starchild repeated, his voice thoughtful. Then an idea popped into his head, and his mouth curled into a smirk. Here, at last, was the right time. “How wonderful.”

-*-

It was the same dream again: darkness all around him, Ace laughing at him, his wings chained up behind him. But this time, when Starchild heard that taunting laughter, anger boiled in his veins, and he furiously wiped away his tears. He was not going to cry anymore. He’d spent too long crying over the loss of his wings and the betrayal of this selfish man. Vengeance, his mind hissed. Vengeance…

“You,” he glared up at Ace. “You did this to me. All so you could get everything you’ve ever wanted. You think I’m just going to let you get everything you want?”

Ace kept laughing at him. The taunting laughter bounced off the walls of his skull. His eyes blazing, Starchild stood up and held out his hand. Immediately Ace let out a choking noise, his laughter dying away as dark purple magic wrapped around his throat.

It should have felt wrong to do this… but it didn’t feel wrong. It felt good, oh so good, to choke the life out of him. The feeling of power surging through him, after so much time spent feeling hopeless, was intoxicating. But this was too quick, even if Starchild drew it out as long as he could. No, he wanted Ace to suffer.

“You took everything from me,” Starchild hissed, watching Ace gasp and twitch, eyes rolling back. “And now, I’m going to take everything from you.”

He twisted his hand, and Ace’s heart ripped out of his chest and into his hand. As Ace fell to his knees, Starchild wrapped his fingers around the heart and crushed it, until it was nothing but a fine powder in his hand. And he watched, with a vindictive smile on his face, as Ace collapsed to the ground, dead eyes still wide with shock.

He was still smiling when he opened his eyes.

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