#Sorry it took so long my computer through it would be funny to corrupt the file half way through!

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[bees--in-my--bones]

Mission: New Asgard

Character: Loki x reader (completely gender neutral. There are zero indications of the readers gender, no pronouns at all. Note that this is written from the perspective of a woman, though, so if something is too biased, please let me know!)

Summary: You are assigned to help integrate the Asgardians to Midgardian society, but your mission ends a whole lot different than you expect.

Warnings: None!

Word Count: 5,493

A/N: My second fic! The title is supposed to be a play on the Mission: Impossible movies, but I've never actually seen one, so sorry if it's wrong lol. Now that I officially have more than one fic, I'm gonna make a masterlist, so that will be coming soon. I hope you like the story!

You rapped your knuckles on the office door that had been left slightly ajar. “Director Mackenzie? You asked to see me?”

“Come on in, Y/N. Elena was just leaving.”

You opened the door and nodded at Agent Rodriguez as she made her way out. She gave you a curt nod in return.

Alphonso Mackenzie, Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., leaned back into the chair behind his desk and gestured for you to have a seat. “And for the last time, Y/N, you are one of my most trusted operatives. Call me Mack, please.”

You sat down. “Sorry, Mack.”

He opened a desk drawer and pulled out a file folder stuffed to the brim with documents, which he dropped onto the desk between you, the loud thwap resounding in the small office.

“I have a mission for you, Agent. A few days ago, the planet Asgard was completely destroyed.”

“Asgard?” you interjected. “Like where Thor is from?”

He nodded. “You’ll find all of that and more in these files. Thor and his brother Loki have set up a colony in a small town in Norway. We need you to supervise the integration of the Asgardian people onto Earth. This is the first known mass migration of aliens that our planet has ever seen, and we need to be keeping a close eye on this, or it could go sideways real fast.”

You pulled the files closer and began to flip through a few pages. “I thought Loki was a bad guy. What was it? 80 people in 2 days? Plus the invasion of New York. Why are we letting him back here?”

Mack sighed and rubbed his temple. “I can’t personally vouch for the man, but Thor claims he was being mind controlled. According to Thor, Loki eventually broke free of the control and killed the guy who was behind the whole thing. Some alien named Thanos? Tony Stark himself seems okay with this New Asgard business, and you know how paranoid he gets. So for now, we observe, not attack.”

“Gotcha,” you said. “When do I leave?”

“As soon as you can get your stuff together and get out of here. Say the word and we'll start prepping a Quinjet.”

“Aye, aye, captain,” you said, standing up and grabbing the files. “I’ll let you know as soon as I get an idea of my timeline.”

“Thank you Agent L/N, and good luck.”

------

You gripped the steering wheel tightly, barely making a rather sharp turn. When you finished this assignment, you were going to have to have a talk with whoever designed these roads. Despite the unsafe driving conditions, though, you sighed in contentment. You were back in the field, this is where you belonged.

You pulled a van loaded to the brim with various tech items mixed in with your personal possessions down a bumpy road, coming to a stop before a small, rustic-looking, seaside town, where two men and a woman stood for you. The sun was beginning to dip below the horizon. You turned the key and shut off the van, trying to get a read on each of the people standing before you.

The buff blond man was clearly Thor. You recognized him from the news and the files you had read. Next to him was a tall woman with dark hair who had wan air of confidence about her. You had never seen her, nor did S.H.I.E.L.D. have any data on her. The third man was lanky, but clearly still fit, with dark hair that fell just past his shoulders. He was clad in green and had a demeanor that made you shiver. This was Loki, scourge of New York and would-be king of Midgard. But Thor and Tony Stark had vouched for him, and that would have to be enough for Y/N L/N, Agent of S.H.I.E.L.D.

You exited the van and heard Thor call to you. “Welcome, newcomer! Our scouts observed your vehicle approaching our home!”

You walked briskly towards the group. Game time. Put on the 'no time for your shit' face and get to business. Coming to a stop in front of them, you began to speak. “My name is Y/N L/N and I am here on behalf of S.H.I.E.L.D., the Strategic Homeland Intervention, Enforcement, and Logistics Division of the American government. We have been granted permission from the government of Norway to oversee this colony's development. This is an unprecedented situation on Earth, and as such, we have written new protocols. I am the agent assigned to this case, and I will be supervising the construction of New Asgard and its integration into Midgardian society.”

Thor furrowed his brow. “I was under the impression that S.H.I.E.L.D. was controlled by Hydra.”

You nodded. “Unfortunately, yes. The previous incarnation of S.H.I.E.L.D. was corrupt, but we are a hardy breed, so to speak. A much smaller branch has survived, and deals with various situations across the world, aliens being one of them.”

Thor nodded. “Then we welcome your presence here with open arms.”

Loki scoffed. “You are too trusting, brother. This so-called agent could be anyone. What cause do we have to believe this story?”

You turned to him. “Loki, God of Mischief, Chaos, and Lies, correct? You of all people should know, am I lying?”

He stared at you, long and hard, before shaking his head. “No, I suppose you aren’t,” he admitted.

“There’s that then,” you said. “Now, I will need to ask the three of you some questions regarding yourselves, if you don’t mind.”

-----

The strange woman was first. You had been given a small shack to conduct your interviews out of, the woman stared at you from across the table, looking for all the world like she had somewhere better to be.

“Name?”

“Brunnhilde.”

“No family name?”

“I am a Valkyrie. I have no blood other than my sisters.”

“Right,” you said, “You lived on Asgard then?”

Her face took on a sour look. “A long time ago. I’ve spent the last few centuries on a different planet, Sakaar.”

You scribbled the information into your notepad. “What do you do then? If you were gone so long, why are you back with the Asgardians?”

Her chest puffed with pride. “I am to be the new King of Asgard. On the Summer Solstice we will hold a coronation. It will give the people enough time to accept the transfer of power from Odin’s bloodline to me, and for me to learn how to lead.”

You nodded and took note of it. “Congratulations,Your Majesty-to-be. I believe that’s all I need for now, but I expect we will see a lot of each other over the months.”

-----

Thor. The large man sat across from you, seemingly happy to be there.

“Thor Odinson, correct?” you asked him.

“Yes.”

“And I hear you're passing on the title of King to Brunnhilde?”

A dark look came over his face. “I have learned recently that my family has done many wrongs by Asgard. As long as I breathe, I will fight for Asgard and her people, but I do not believe it is my place to rule. Brunnhilde loves the people and has a talent for leadership. She will be a much better King than I.”

“A very noble decision, Thor. Thank you very much, and please send your brother in on your way out.”

-----

“Name?”

“I believe you know who I am.”

You sighed. “It's a formality, Mr. Laufeyson.”

“Friggason.”

“What?”

“I prefer Loki Friggason.”

You nodded, and made the necessary changes to his file. “Noted. Anything else I should know about?”

“Just a warning,” he said, leaning forward, his voice dangerously low. “I am the God of Lies. The truth is a luxury I will afford no one, especially your little government. The God of Chaos is an enemy you do not want to have.”

You raised an eyebrow, and wrote a single word in your file, exaggerating each syllable as you wrote it out. “Dra. Ma. Tic.”

Truth be told, you were a little scared, given this guy’s reputation, but you would be damned before you let your exterior crack.

Loki scowled. He seemed to do that a lot. “You mortals think you are so funny, do you not?”

You shrugged. “I’m delightful.” You slipped your papers into your file folder and stood up. “See you around, Friggason.”

You left, leaving Loki slightly aghast that you had managed to get the last word in.

-----

You walked calmly out of the hut, then quickened your pace as you made your way back to your van. Loki, as much as it pained you to say, had been intimidating, and your heart was beating a mile a minute.

You opened the door and climbed inside, shoving your paperwork into a filing cabinet, which you promptly locked. You turned to your computers, fiddling with the buttons, atttempting to establish your connection back to S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters.

"It's quite rude to walk out on a prince, you know."

You jumped and whipped around to see Loki standing outside your van.

"What the hell!"

"I said-"

"I know what you said, Your Highness," you interrupted. "But you scared the shit out of me. “

"Many apologies," he said as he hoisted himself up to sit on the edge of the van, his insincerity clear. "And I grant you permission to refer to me as Loki."

"How generous," you muttered, before going back to your instruction manual. Technology had never been your forte. You chose being a field agent over a scientist for a reason.

The both of you sat in silence for a while, you working slowly through the instructions that Fitz, a S.H.I.E.L.D agent much more qualified in machinery than you, had given you.

You glanced up at Loki, half expecting to see him sleeping against the van's frame, only to find his gaze resting on you.

"Can I help you?" you asked.

He just laughed a bit, like staring at you had been the most normal thing in the world. "I am watching you, Midgardian, lest you sabotage the society my brother is trying to build."

"I never took you for the loyal type," you said, putting away your things. "I'm gonna have to ask you to get outta here though."

“Why?”

You gestured to the twilight outside. “It’s late. I’ve had a long day. I’m going to bed.”

Loki strained his head slightly, attempting to peek into the van. “Where do you plan on sleeping?”

Not breaking eye contact, you grabbed a cord on the wall and yanked, and the rusty old pull-down bed flopped out with a loud groan. The rickety old thing was probably going to give you back problems by the time you were done here, but such was life. S.H.I.E.L.D.’s money was usually spent on more pressing things than upgrading amenities for field agents.

Loki’s nose wrinkled in disgust. “You are not sleeping in that. We’ve built a larger house for Thor, Brunnhilde, and I. You’ll stay in one of the guest rooms there.”

You shrugged. “It’s not too bad out here.”

“Mortals,” he said under his breath, almost indecipherably, before speaking again, at a normal volume this time. “I insist. Whether I like it or not, you are a guest of Asgard, and you will be treated as such. Besides, that bed looks seconds away from collapsing.”

You nodded, trying not to betray your confusion at the combination of his kindness and rudeness. ���Thank you, just give me a second to lock up.” You grabbed the pieces you had been fiddling with, then paused, your hand hovering over the satellite dish. “Actually, if you’re just gonna sit there, you may as well make yourself useful. You can teleport right?”

Suspicion crossed his face. “Yes?”

You held out the device. “Hop up to the top of the van, there should be a little cord. It’ll fit into this port here,” you said gesturing. “Plug it in for me, please?”

He raised an eyebrow. “You ask a god to do your bidding?”

You scoffed. “You’re not a god, you're an alien. And I just asked for a favor. You’re free to say no, but I’m exhausted, and as much as I would like to put off climbing on the roof off until tomorrow, I need to send a check in to headquarters ASAP.”

He begrudgingly reached out and took the dish and you watched as his form rippled green and faded away. You heard shuffling on the roof for a moment, then silence, before the Asgardian reappeared in front of you.

“If that’s all, Midgardian?” he said.

“Thank you, Highness,” you said, ignoring his tone. “And thank you for offering the room.” The monitor beeped a confirmation that your signal had connected and you punched in a code to let S.H.I.E.L.D. know you had made it to New Asgard. You grabbed the bag you had packed and hopped out of the van, waiting for Loki to follow suit before closing the doors and locking the vehicle.

You offered him your arm. “Shall we?”

He brushed past you, rolling his eyes at your mock-politeness.

“Alright then,” you muttered, “This is gonna be fun, isn’t it?” Taking one last look at the van behind you, you moved to catch up with the Asgardian walking briskly away from you.

-----

Loki had not been talkative on the way to the house, and after being curtly shown to your room, he quickly left. You had settled into a decently sized room complete with a desk and a small bathroom attached. Undoubtedly, the house was a far cry from an Asgardian palace, but it was much larger than needed for three, even four, people. Surprisingly, you got a sound night’s sleep.

You woke to rambunctious laughter, and, wiping bleariness from your eyes, got out of bed. You stood in front of a small mirror on the wall and attempted to make yourself look slightly less like you had just woken up. Moving to your bag, you put on clothes that were much more professional than the old sweatshirt you were currently wearing.

Finally satisfied, you stepped out of your room and followed the sounds of conversation into the kitchen, where you found Brunnhilde and Thor joking at the counter while Loki sat at a dining room table, reading a book.

Seeing you, Thor broke into a smile. “Y/N! Loki had told us you would be staying here!”

You returned the smile. “Thank you for letting me stay here, Thor. I really appreciate this.”

The large man set a plate heaping with food on the table and gestured for you to sit. You did, glancing at Loki as you took the seat across from him, but he made no move to acknowledge that you were there. Brunnhidle began to speak. “We will be building fishing boats today down at the docks today. Will you be joining us, Y/N? We could use an extra set of hands.”

You nodded. “I don’t mind helping out. I have a few things to take care of first, though, so I’ll meet you all down there.”

Thor clapped. “Excellent! We’ll make an Asgardian out of you yet!”

You laughed softly and finished your meal as Thor and Brunnhilde began to tell you the plans for the day.

------

After breakfast, you ran up to your room to grab your laptop and then met the rest of the group on the stairs of the house. “I’ll see you guys in a little while,” you said, waving while walking in the opposite direction.

Thor and Brunnhidle branched off from you, but Loki, still silent, walked beside you towards your van.

You looked at him quizzically, but he seemed to have no intention of indicating why he was with you, and not with Thor and Brunnhilde.

Finally, as you approached your van, you caved and asked. “Why are you with me instead of your brother?”

“I’ve consulted with Thor. I will be supervising you for the remainder of your stay here.”

You stared at him in disbelief. “I’m supposed to be supervising you guys!”

“You are a stranger,” he replied, “and there’s something about you that I don’t trust. I have harmed Asgard many times over, and I don’t intend to let you get away with hurting these people any more.” There was an edge to his voice, that you had to admit, scared you.

After a long moment, you sighed. “Fine. I could use an assistant, I guess.” Which was apparently the right thing to say, because it made him clearly flustered.

“I am no one’s assistant, I am a prince of Asgard,” he argued as you turned away from him, partially to unlock your van and partially to hide your laughter.

You hopped up into the vehicle and grabbed a folder and tossed it to Loki, who was still sputtering about his status behind you. “Scan those in, would you?” you said gesturing at a machine in the back corner of the van.

He huffed but snatched the folder from your hand and went to fiddle with the machine.

You glanced over. “Do you know how to use that?”

“Yes,” he snapped. “This is primitive technology compared to what I have seen in my travels.”

You shrugged. “Okay.” You turned to your computer and queued up a call to S.H.I.E.L.D. HQ. “I’m gonna need you to be quiet for a second,” you said, right before Mack’s face popped onto the screen.

“Y/N! How’s Norway treating you?” he said with a smile.

“Colder than I thought, but not too bad. They’ve given me an actual bed to sleep in. You really need to update the beds in these vans,” you joked.

“I’ll let the budget committee know,” he replied. “I trust Thor and Loki are being cooperative, then?”

“More or less,” you said before stepping to the side, putting Loki in full view of your webcam.

Mack’s eyes widened. The change was subtle, but you could tell he was surprised. “That’s Loki.”

“Yup.”

“In your van.”

“Yup.”

“Why?”

“His Highness has deemed me untrustworthy, and decided I need a chaperone.”

“Right,” said Mack, suspicion in his voice. “Well you know the drill. Weekly check-ins, and don’t hesitate to contact me if you have any problems,” he said, looking at Loki.

“Gotcha, Mack. Talk to you next week,” you said, turning off the call. You turned to Loki, who had yet to even turn the scanner on. “You don’t know how to work that, do you?”

He glared at you and did not reply.

“Come here, Your Highness, I’ll show you. It really isn’t that hard.”

“You know the honorific loses its value when you say it so sarcastically,” he said, while watching your motions intensely, memorizing the steps to work the machine.

“Sorry, Highness.”

-----

The two of you walked down to the beach shortly after, meeting Brunnhilde and Thor at the docks. You were allotted supplies and miraculously, you and Loki ended up caulking the same boat.

Great.

The silence was deafening at first, until you decided to break it.

“You know I never would have assumed that someone of such status would be out here doing the dirty work,” you said, sarcasm dripping from your voice.

He grimaced. “I owe Asgard a debt. I intend to repay it, however I can offer service.”

“A very noble stance from Loki, God of Mischief.”

He grinned and looked up, meeting your eyes. “I find that one can be noble while still being quite mischievous.”

You felt your face heat up, and ducked your head, looking down at your work. He had smiled at you, for the first time, and what he had said had sounded almost like flirting. Why had that made your stomach turn in such a strange way?

“Oh my,” he laughed. “Seems that the Midgardian is finally speechless.”

“Just trying to hold my tongue around my betters, Highness,” you said, rolling your eyes. “Now let’s get to work before Brunnhilde has our heads.”

-----

Finally, late that afternoon, the work was done, and the New Asgard armada of fishing boats was ready for a celebratory launch. You and Loki stood in the crowd, watching Brunnhilde give a speech in front of the flagship, which really wasn’t much larger than the rest of the fleet. Loki leaned over and whispered to you, “You know, back in the day, the Norse would give a human sacrifice to the sea god to ensure safe passage.”

You wrinkled your nose, put off by the suggestion. “I think I prefer the more English tradition,” you replied, watching as Brunnhilde smashed a bottle of champagne against the hull of the ship.

Loki sighed. “Such a waste of perfectly good champagne.”

“I’m sure there's plenty more alcohol around here somewhere,” you said as you walked over to your boat, preparing for her maiden voyage. You hopped in and offered Loki your hand to help him in. He hesitated, but he took it.

“What should we name her?” you asked.

“What?”

“You know,” you shrugged, “We have to give our ship a name.”

Loki seemed to ponder it a moment before deciding. “How about The Midgardian?”

You put your hand on your chest in mock flattery. “Aww, you named her after me, didn’t you?”

He laughed. “It’s a fitting name. She’s lackluster and hardly even worthy of being called a boat.” His words were biting, and maybe you were imagining things, but you could have sworn you heard the playfulness in his voice.

You laughed and tossed him an oar. “For you, Highness.”

“Many thanks, Midgardian.”

The two of you followed the rest of New Asgard, rowing out to sea. Suddenly, you noticed a small sprig of water in the bottom of the boat. “Loki,” you said, the fear dawning on you, “I think the boat is leaking.”

He turned to see the small leak coming through the floorboards. “Okay,” he said, suddenly serious, “Don’t panic. Let’s turn around.”

You switched the side you were paddling on, beginning to move the boat in a circle. Before you could completely orient yourselves, the floorboards cracked, and a large chunk of wood detached from the boat. You yelped as the water came flooding in.

Loki swore. “Can you swim?” he asked you, speaking quickly.

You nodded. All S.H.I.E.L.D. agents knew how to swim.

“Then jump!” he said, and you did, without a second thought. Your boat was sinking fast, and there was no way you were going to make it back to shore dry.

You hit the water, and a second later, heard Loki behind you.

“Swim towards Thor’s boat, he can get us-”

You missed the rest of his sentence as you were pulled away from him.

You fought the current that had taken hold of you, but your panic was making things worse. In the confusion, you lost control, and dipped under water. The ocean filled your mouth. Breaking the surface again, you choked out most of the water, trying to stay calm and find a way out, but every second you were being pulled further out to sea. Falling under once again, you were prepared to accept your fate when a strong pair of arms wrapped themselves around you and pulled you into calmer waters.

You gasped for air as Loki held you against himself, allowing you time to recover.

“Wha- How did-” you began, once you could speak.

“Don’t talk, just breathe,” he said. “I am a god, I can overpower currents much easier than your mortal bodies can.”

“Thank you, Loki,” you said.

“You are welcome, Y/N.”

A larger boat pulled up next to you, Thor leaning over the side. “Brother, Agent Y/N! Take my hand!”

Loki helped you onto the deck of the boat before climbing over the side himself.

You flopped onto the deck, panting. “Rest in peace, SS Midgardian.”

-----

Later that night, you and Loki sat together watching the fire crackle. Thor had brought you a hot drink, and after plenty of fussing ensuring that you were okay, had left to do something leader-ish with Brunnhilde.

Suddenly, a loud scuffling at the door broke the silence and a series of thudding footsteps made their way toward you. Upon seeing your company, Loki sighed, exasperated. You turned and saw a large figure that appeared to be made out of rock alongside a smaller, insect-looking creature.

The large one began to speak, his gentle tone in contrast with his threatening form. “Hello. Um, I’m Korg and this is my friend Meik. We came to apologize for the whole boat thing. Thor put us in charge of wood collection, so it’s our bad, really. Sorry.”

“Oh, um, that’s alright,” you said, still processing the fact that there were two very large, very strange-looking, aliens in the living room. “You couldn’t have known the wood was rotting, and no one’s dead, so we’re good.”

“Alright, cool,” said Korg. “No harm, no foul, yeah?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

“Right then,” he said, scooping up Miek. “We’ve gotta get going. Thor put us on clean up duty for the next week.”

“Thank you, Korg!” you called, but he was already out the door.

Loki let out another sigh. “Idiots.”

You turned back to him. “I had no idea there were other aliens here! How many species came with you?”

“Just Korg and Meik. And unfortunately, they are around a lot.”

You settled into your armchair. “I’m gonna have to document this.” But even as you said it, you could feel yourself drifting off.

-----

The next day you woke in your own bed, slightly embarrassed at the implication that Loki had carried you there, but he never brought it up, so neither did you.

The next few weeks were filled with collecting information and helping with the construction of New Asgard to fill the rest of your time. Always, of course, accompanied by Loki. In a strange way, you were becoming friends. The two of you never exchanged a single kind word, but your actions said otherwise. Before long, it seemed less like Loki was breathing down your neck and more like he was genuinely relaxing around you.

“Hey, Mack,” you said, beginning your weekly call-in, Loki now sitting beside you instead of hiding in the background.

“Hey there, Y/N. How’s it going, Loki?”

“Quite well, thank you, Director Mackenzie.”

You stared at him in shock. You had never heard Loki use honorifics for a Midgardian.

The rest of the call was uneventful, and as soon as you hung up, you whirled toward Loki.

“You were polite!” you said, your tone accusatory.

Loki sniffed. “I do have manners, you know.”

“You called him Director Mackenzie.”

“And?”

“And I can count the number of times you’ve used my real name on one hand. It’s always ‘Midgardian’ this ‘Midgardian’ that. You know Mack’s a Midgardian too, right?”

He rolled his eyes. “And you call me ‘Highness’ in that terrible mocking tone of yours. The disrespect is mutual.”

You sighed. “Fine, we’ll call a truce. I’ll call you Loki, you call me Y/N, deal?” You stuck out your hand, waiting for his response.

He seemed to be considering his options, before he settled on his choice. “Deal.” He grasped your hand firmly within his and shook it.

“Glad we’re on the same page, Loki,” you said, leaning back into your chair.

“What now, Y/N?” he asked.

You shrugged. “I dunno. Brunnhilde and Thor don’t have anything going on, and I’m done with what I need to do.” You started clicking around on your computer. “Wanna watch a movie?”

“I’ve heard of movies, but never seen one.”

“You’ve never seen a movie?” you asked. “I guess that makes sense. It’s basically just a recorded play. You’ll love it.” You pulled up a movie. One of the lesser known perks of working for S.H.I.E.L.D.: free Netflix. “This is one of my favorites,” you said as the opening credits rolled.

“I suppose you aren’t giving me a choice then?” he asked.

“Nope,” you replied. “Now be quiet and watch.”

-----

Later that night, you were in the kitchen with Thor, cleaning up after dinner. The two of you worked in comfortable silence until suddenly-

“Are you and my brother involved romantically?”

The plate you were washing fell into the soapy water with a splash.

“What?”

“I have never seen him willingly be around a person as he is you,” Thor explained. “And he has changed. He is happier than he was before Midgard.”

You shook your head. “He doesn’t- I thought he was just ‘supervising’ in case I tried to kill you all.”

“Hardly. The man just has no clue how to adjust to a more… domestic lifestyle. He wants to be around you, he just does not know how to express that.”

“Huh,” was all you managed to say, not looking up from the dishes.

Thor let out a small chuckle. “One day you two will figure it out,” he said so quietly you weren’t even sure he said it.

-----

More time passed, you and Loki still spending your days together. Before you knew it, the Summer Solstice was here, and you spent the morning preparing.

Rushing around your van, alone for once, you scrambled to get your work done quickly before Brunnhidle’s coronation began.

Finishing up you glanced at your monitor when you saw a message pop up.

Alphonso Mackenzie: I forgot to mention it in our call this week, but you’re coming up on the six month mark, and there seems to be no complications with Asgard’s transition, so we’ll be pulling you back to HQ. We’ll sort out the details in next week’s meeting.

You felt a sinking feeling in your chest, which was quickly replaced by determination as you began to type your response.

-----

You hurried to Loki’s side, panting slightly, making it to the coronation just in time for Brunnhidle to make her entrance.

“You’re late,” he whispered.

“Shh,” you said. “They’re starting.”

-----

After every great coronation comes an even greater feast, and the Asgardians spent the rest of the day revealing and celebrating their new leader.

Surprisingly, you had seen very little of Loki. That wouldn’t last long though, because as the sun dipped below the horizon, your closest friend in New Asgard appeared from the crowd and said nothing as he led you to a private space away from the partygoers.

“I’ve hardly seen you all night,” he said, as soon as the two of you had a moment of relative silence.

“I know,” you laughed softly. “It’s been strange to not be around you.”

Your smile fell and you looked up at him. “Look, Loki, I have some news, and I’m not sure how you’re going to feel about it.”

His expression turned serious and he led you to a small bench, where the both of you sat. He stayed silent, waiting for you to speak.

“I got a message from Mack today. They want me back in America.”

Loki’s entire demeanor changed. “What? You can’t go back. There’s still so much I- so much supervising to be done here.”

“That’s where the part I’m unsure of comes in,” you said. “I talked to Mack, and the specifics still need to be discussed, but if we can get agreement from all parties, he wants to create a new position at S.H.I.E.L.D. I’d be the first permanent Asgardian-Midgardian liaison that S.H.I.E.L.D. has ever had.”

His face broke into a grin and he clasped your hands into his. “That’s wonderful! Why would I have any problems with that?”

“You haven’t always been my biggest fan,” you said, nudging his arm gently.

He was silent for a moment, looking for the words. “Maybe not at first,” he began slowly, looking you directly in your eyes, “but now, I’d argue that you are closer to me than anyone else.”

You suddenly became all too aware of his hands resting on yours, and the closeness of his face to yours. “Loki…”

“I hate to admit it, but after a long talk with Thor, I’ve realized that I’ve grown quite fond of you, Y/N.”

“I guess I’ve grown fond of you too, Your Highness,” you said, smiling softly.

“Oh, Midgardian,” he said, unable to keep the laughter out of his voice as his face drew nearer.

You didn’t remember which of you closed the gap, only that it was the most magical kiss you had ever had.

A/N: Thanks for reading! :)

[kaalamarii]

Henry and The Lord of Shadows (Levixgn!MC)

For ObeyMax (yeah, I’m like five days behind).

I told myself I wouldn’t use the tail because everyone uses the tail and what did I do...I used the tail.

Warnings: Smut and all the things that come with smut! Obviously, use of the tail. Choking. Roleplay, I guess??? Honestly, probably a bit cringey. I tried my best to keep it gender neutral, but am still new at it, so I apologize if it’s awkward or not quite right.

Also, I could not remember anything about TSL so I just kinda bullshitted that.

Masterlist

MC!” Leviathan whined. The human was sitting on his computer chair, in full Henry cosplay, scrolling through Devilgram. They looked up at the pouting demon dressed as the Lord of Shadows. “Henry doesn’t get on Devilgram. They don’t even have D.D.D.s in the TSL universe. You said you’d roleplay with me.”

“Yeah, this isn’t what I was expecting,” MC mumbled.

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, nothing.”

MC set their phone down and turned to Levi to give him their undivided attention. “Okay, Levi, what do I need to do?”

“First of all, it’s Lord of Shadows. We’re going to do a scene from the latest volume where Henry and The Lord of Shadows win a fight against some bandits and, exhausted, build a fire and camp out. They drink wine and tell stories and talk about what’s been happening in the story, and it’s just such a great moment in their friendship.”

MC nodded. “Got it.”

“Alright...let’s sit down here on the floor,” Levi muttered, placing two pillows from his bathtub onto the ground. He grabbed a wine bottle and two glasses from his side table and set them down between him and MC.

He poured the wine and MC instantly took the glass, pounding the drink back. Levi stared at them. 

“You’re not supposed to drink it!”

“What? I thought you said they were drinking!”

“Sip it, don’t chug it.” Levi sighed as he refilled the glass. “Alright, ready?”

MC nodded.

“And...scene!” 

MC stared at Levi, unsure what to say or do. They expected Levi would start, considering he knew the entire scene by heart. 

“It’s your line.”

MC threw their hands up. “What do I say? I don’t know it like you do.”

“Just make something up. And stay in character.”

MC sighed and started enthusiastically. “Wow, Lord Of Shadows, fighting bandits is pretty rad, don’t you think?”

Levi rolled his eyes. “Yes, Henry, they didn’t stand a chance against us. We can rest here tonight so that we can get on with our quest tomorrow.”

“Indeed, our quest. Our quest to...take over King’s Landing.”

Levi furrowed his eyebrows. “Henry, I don’t know what you’re talking about. Sounds like King’s Landing is from some sort of fantasy novel and has nothing at all to do with us.”

“Oh, right. Do forgive me, Lord of Shadows, I believe this wine has gone to my head. Yes, our quest. Our quest to...defeat the…” MC wracked their brain, trying to remember the plot of TSL. “The death star?”

“Come on, MC, you know that’s not TSL.”

“You’re a wizard, Henry,” MC teased.

“What? That doesn’t even make sense. You’re Henry.”

“Okay, okay, sorry. I’m done.”

Levi sighed. “Let’s just start over...So, Henry, I heard from the Lord of Corruption yesterday that you’ve been spending time with him outside of our quest. Is that true?”

MC’s expression softened. “Levi…”

“Lord of Shadows.”

“Excuse me, Lord of Shadows. Luci-I mean, The Lord of Corruption simply had me going on a, uh, a side quest with him. As you know, it is soon to be the Lord of Fools’ birthday.”

Levi nodded. “So, we are still friends? You don’t like the Lord of Corruption more than me?”

“Best friends. And are you kidding me? I could never.”

The hint of a smile showed itself in the corner of Levi’s mouth before quickly turning into a frown. “I get worried with all of the other Lords around, you know. They have a lot more to offer you. I’m just a recluse.”

“I’m lucky to have a friend like you, Lord of Shadows,” MC said with a grin, scooting closer to Levi. “I think you’re a really good friend. You’re funny. And sweet. And cute.”

Levi’s eyes flicked over to the human. “...you think I’m cute?”

“I think you’re really fucking cute,” MC replied, playfully nudging him with their elbow.

He blushed, avoiding their eyes. “They don’t say those words in the TSL universe, MC.”

“Who’s MC? I’m Henry, remember?” 

“Oh, yeah,” Levi said, “Hey, Henry? Do you ever think of being...more than friends?”

MC grinned. “Constantly.”

Levi looked up, his eyes wide. “Y-you do?”

MC swung a leg over Leviathan, moving over to sit in his lap. 

Levi jumped, the red in his face darkening and mouth dropping open. “Wha-what are you doing?!”

MC hugged Levi tightly, brushing their lips against his ear as they whispered to him. “Do you want to be more than friends, my Lord?”

Levi nodded, too shy to speak. MC could feel him growing hard against their thigh, and they adjusted their hips, moving against him. The demon’s breath hitched, and he closed his eyes and shuddered. “MC…”

“Yes, Levi?”

“Can I kiss you?”

MC nodded, a smile on their lips. 

Leviathan gently rested his hand on the back of their head, pulling their face to his and they collided. Both of their eyes shut as they moved their mouths against each other. 

MC pushed their tongue out to brush against his lips. Levi opened his mouth with a moan, inviting their tongue in. As their mouths worked together, Levi laid down, bringing MC with him. He gently laid them down beside him, never losing their kiss. His hand began to roam, through their hair, down their side, a nervous yet brave grab of their ass and thigh. MC grinded their pelvis against Leviathan’s, earning another moan from the demon.

When MC dragged their hand down to undo his pants, his breath caught in his throat and he grabbed their hand. 

“You don’t want to?” MC asked, worried they had made him uncomfortable.

“I d-do. But I don’t know that I’ll be any good. I’m a bit out of practice.”

MC grinned. “It’s okay, Levi. It’s been a while for me too.”

“You still want me?”

MC wrapped their arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. “I’m your Henry, Lord of Shadows.”

Levi couldn’t keep his demon form under wraps anymore. Hovering over MC, he dipped his head to attach to their lips again as he transformed, horns and tail making their way out. Their tongues wrestled as MC went back to his pants, pushing them down and releasing his cock. He let out another moan as MC stroked him.  He rested his head on theirs, eyes closing with pleasure. “W-wow, MC.”

“I wanna make you feel good, Levi.”

Levi bit his lip. “I want to touch you too, can I?”

MC nodded, desperate. Levi pulled away from them, helping them out of their clothing. The two of them adorably fumbled with each other, undressing each other clumsily, feeling each other up, kissing each other. 

MC crawled down to Levi’s crotch, taking him into their mouth. Levi laid back, pleasure washing over him as MC bobbed up and down on his cock. MC gasped at the sudden feeling of Levi’s tail wrapping around their leg, slithering up their thigh and teasing their entrance.

“Is that okay?” Levi asked, voice shaky.

MC groaned as the tip of his tail slid up and down against their hole. “Yes, Leviathan please.”

“No,” Levi demanded, his tail dipping into them and quickly pulling out. “Lord of Shadows.”

“Mph,” MC moaned at the feeling of his tail slowly pushing into them. “Yes, my Lord.”

Levi stared at the human around his dick, mesmerized at the sight of them. Their eyes rolling back from the pleasure from his tail and their beautiful mouth drooling as they stuffed it with his cock. 

He was about to cum, and as much as he wanted, he wanted to be inside them more. Levi pulled his tail out of MC, earning a pout from them. MC let out a surprised squeak as Levi wrapped his tail around their waist, pulling them up and setting them on their stomach in his bathtub.

He got in behind them, pressing his cock against their ass. He hesitated for a moment, his shyness threatening to stop him from continuing. 

MC felt his hesitation, knowing his nerves were about to get in the way of what they were so desperate to get. “Lord of Shadows, I want to feel you inside me.”

Levi gasped. That’s all he needed to hear. He pushed into them and MC gripped the edge of the bathtub. “Yes! Yes! Yes!”

Levi’s tail trailed up their body and snaked around their neck, adding the lightest amount of pressure. From the feeling of MC tightening on him and moaning more, he assumed they liked it. He squeezed his tail around their neck a little tighter, and he reached around to play with them as he continued fucking them.

MC’s mind went blank as all the sensations overwhelmed them. Levi inside them, his very talented gamer hands working the front of them, and the tail with just enough pressure, they weren’t sure they were going to last long.

Leviathan was also about to burst. MC could feel in the way he was getting sloppier with his movements, his cock getting more rigid. “Cum with me, Leviathan.”

Levi moaned as he released into MC, his tail tightening. MC got a little light-headed, but in a pleasurable way, their orgasm intense with the choking of his tail. As Levi’s climax died out, his tail relaxed and slid away from MC’s neck. He pulled away, sitting back to catch his breath and admire their fluids running down MC’s leg and joining together in a pool underneath them.

Levi’s tail wrapped around MC again, pulling them onto him. The two snuggled against each other, Levi giving MC lots of kisses. 

“It wasn’t too much with the tail, was it?” Levi asked, worried now that he was thinking clearly.

“It hurt a little but I liked it.”

“I’m so sorry, MC.”

“It’s okay, Levi. We’ll practice, okay?”

Levi smiled excitedly at MC’s words. 

They snuggled into him. “You think Henry and the Lord of Shadows ever do anything like that?”

Levi laughed. “You sound like the normies that write weird fanfiction about them.”

[cleverlittlejay]

Raphael anon back once again with a hilarious thought: Family therapy with Crowley, Lucifer, Gabriel, & Micheal and it’s just so wild & the poor therapist is so confused. They assume it’s just rich people scandals & shenanigans but all of these drama queens in a room together trying to work through over 6,000 years of family issues while some poor human tries to keep everything from becoming a chaotic nightmare without the full story of what’s going on is infinitely funny to me.

hello, anon! this was such a delight to write! also, fun fact, i’m a psych major and took one (1) intro to counseling psych class, but that actually helped in writing this, so that was fun! This is also super long (1k words!) so it also goes under a read more. (another fun fact: i stole the name Dr. Martin from Lucifer on Netflix because why not.) 

(one more fun fact, i genuinely hate the Neflix!Lucifer stereotype that a psychiatrist who went to med school would be a therapist. it’s two different fields. ok sorry, it’s fic time)

Dr. Martin was good at her job. She worked hard to become a therapist, and she genuinely believed that she could help her clients. It’s why she started her private practice. 

Her next appointment was a family therapy session. She briefly wondered how her secretary forgot to mention that she had an appointment or that she had new clients at all, but these mistakes happen. Sometimes computers just don’t want to work, deleting emails and not saving the clients’ last names in the file. 

The family consisted of four siblings. Lucifer, Michael, Gabriel, and Anthony J Crowley. Anthony, she learned, preferred to be called Crowley, and the other three siblings did not share that last name. 

The four siblings did not get along. At all. And they wanted to, Crowley explained, but they just couldn’t see eye to eye. 

“It all started when Mother kicked me out,” Lucifer said. “More specifically, she had Michael kick me out because she’s–”

“Because,” Michael interrupted, “you were an awful son who refused to listen to her. Causing trouble, thinking you’re better than her. Asking questions.” That last part was clearly directed at Crowley, who offered a light shrug. 

“Interrupting isn’t kind, Michael,” Dr. Martin said. “Please let Lucifer talk, and then you can say your part.”

If looks could kill, Dr. Martin would’ve died a hundred times over in her career. Michael’s glare was terrifying, but she’d seen it all before. 

The final picture was that their mother kicked out Lucifer and Crowley due to rebelliousness. The two questioned her authority and so they had to be removed before they corrupted any others. Now, after the disappearance of their mother, the siblings decided to get together again and reconnect.

A cult, Dr. Martin realized. She was working with the aftereffects of a cult. The religious names, the absolute authority, the punishment that included some kind of fire, the isolation from others, it all painted a very clear but dark picture.

She thanked them for their openness and had her secretary book their next appointment. 

Then, she realized how much she didn’t know about cults–she owned a private practice, she didn’t work with law enforcement or social services–and began her research. She read articles on cult-related family dynamics and trauma. She even called her old colleague for some direction. 

The next session, the two eldest siblings focussed on each other. As Lucifer and Michael went on, Crowley and Gabriel seemed content to watch them argue as Dr. Martin futilely attempted to control the session. 

“Even now, you’re a pest,” Michael sneered, ignoring the no-interruptions rule. “Your demons cause nothing but trouble and you barely control them.”

Inner demons were difficult to control, sometimes spiralling and causing issues in real life. It took strength to admit that you need support in fighting your battles.

Lucifer spoke before Dr. Martin could voice that. 

“Maybe you should control your angels, Michael. Always wandering into trouble, making friends with demons and then getting hurt. It’s almost as if they don’t respect your command.”

“Tell your demons to stop fraternizing with the enemy!”

“Hey,” Crowley interrupted. “I thought that sides don’t matter anymore. I can fraternize with an angel if I wanted to.”

“Now, yes, but not before,” Michael said patronizingly, as if she was leading the session rather than Dr. Martin. “But you endangered yourself and Aziraphale by being with him.”

“Not like Aziraphale was in danger,” Gabriel grumbled. “He got away with it.”

The session ended without any of the siblings making any progress. It was fine, Dr. Martin rationed. Progress is not always linear, and she needed to first create a safe space where they were comfortable speaking up. 

She also realized that her original theory was wrong. It wasn’t a cult. It was the mob. 

Different sides, angels and demons, both told that the other is the enemy. Perhaps Lucifer and Crowley disagreed with their “mother’s” rule and were punished for noncompliance. Michael was clearly the enforcer, punishing those who stepped out of line. It blurred the definition of “sibling,” but it explained the disdain that Lucifer and Michael had for each other. 

This realization led to a new line of research. The mob was harder to research from a psychological or counseling therapy perspective, and Dr. Martin ended up making even more calls to colleagues and old professors. 

“First a cult and now the mob,” her old classmate laughed. “You have some interesting clients.”

Dr. Martin refused to admit that she was wrong about the cult. No one had to know. 

She changed her strategy during their next session. The past was important to understanding a person, but perhaps it was better to focus on the present. 

“Despite everything that happened, Lucifer and Crowley being kicked out and you being forced to lead, how do you feel about Lucifer right now?” 

Michael didn’t answer immediately, which was a good sign. When she answered, she didn’t look at Lucifer or speak to him directly, but she knew that he was there and listening to her.  

“I don’t hate him,” Michael said slowly. “He’s still my brother. I didn’t have a choice, you know. I had to do it.” 

Dr. Martin could imagine the lack of choice. It was likely that if Michael didn’t do as told, she would’ve also been punished. It was coercion, and Michael couldn’t be held fully accountable. 

“I don’t hate you, either,” Lucifer said. There was a forced air of casualness around him, protecting Michael from rejection. “You’re still my baby sister. No fall can change that, Micah.”

Progress. It took three sessions and a lot of pain and bitterness, but they were making progress. Michael and Lucifer finally broke through their hard shells to admit that there is a possibility to move forward in their relationship with genuine love and affection. That kind of hope was why Dr. Martin was a therapist in the first place. 

Dr. Martin scheduled their next appointment. She was hopeful for their next session, creating an outline that would include more dialogue and encourage the younger two siblings to speak more often. The four of them had hope yet. 

Dr. Martin was good at her job. She would help bridge a 6000 year old gap of pain and misery to create a new era of peace. Not that she knew that, of course. She was just a therapist to a weird group of siblings. 

Humans, She thought in amusement, were clearly Her best creations yet.

[doobler]

DATA LOG//VALERIE-01//XX.XX.XXXX

SOME FILES CORRUPTED. RECOVERING UNCORRUPT FILES.

LOG 1

LOADING... LOADING... LOADING...

"Hey! You're not quite done yet but I wanted to start leaving you some video diary entries! Today is [REDACTED] so my 14th birthday was just last week! Pretty exciting, huh? As of now, you're about a couple months old which is really weird to think about. I'm so excited for the day you're finally done! Hopefully that'll be soon but, judging by how progress is going, it might be longer than I first predicted. Which is fine! You're worth the wait. Okay, well I just wanted to start this new little diary ritual hah hah! I'll seen you soon, buddy!"

LOG 27

LOADING... LOADING... LOADING...

"Hey, buddy, it's me again! Yesterday was my 16th birthday. It was pretty fun, we didn't do much. Mom made all my favorites like tostones and empanadas. I'll be graduating college in just a few months. Man, it went by so fast. Regrettably, that means you've been on the back burner. I'm real sorry, bud. I've had to work so hard at school but it means I've got a better chance at getting the job of my dreams. You understand, I know you do, your programming makes you empathetic. One day, I'll be the head of design for T.A.B.H, you'll see. Then I'll finally be able to finish you and show you off to the rest of the world. Keep sleepin' until then, okay? Dream of electric sleep. I'll see you soon."

LOG 112

LOADING... LOADING... LOADING...

"Today is [REDACTED]. I've finally gotten my shit together at the office. We made it! I'm now officially an employee working for the Programming and Design department of T.A.B.H! It took maybe a little longer than I wanted, I was hoping to be here at 18 but I guess two years late is better than nothing! Most of the people here are old bastards anyhow, hahaha! I get a lot of dirty looks but fuck 'em, I worked my ass off to get here and I deserve the recognition! The real work starts soon which means you'll probably be put on hold again, but only for a little longer! It's weird, I've had to age up your designs as time goes on. I guess the perfect boyfriend and companion for a 14 year old looks a little different when it's repurposed for a 20 year old. Don't worry though, I intend on keeping your [REDACTED] on the bigger side, hahah! Anyways. The next update might be a little late, I foresee this job really swallowing up all my free time. See you soon, buddy!"

LOG 120

LOADING... LOADING... LOADING...

"Hey. It's been a few years. I'm sorry, bud, this job just... Takes all my free time and energy. Your basic infrastructure is easy to tweak, it's your coding that's really been dragging. If I had just... A week to myself, undisturbed, you'd be finished but... Soon. Okay? We'll be together soon. I promise. Sleep well, love."

LOG 121

LOADING... LOADING... LOADING...

"T.A.B.H. isn't what I thought it'd be. On the outside, they're a tech company "dedicated to the pursuit of improving every day human life" but on the interior, this place reeks. There's a suspicious amount of security and the employees like myself are constantly screened, our social media always monitored, our phones constantly looked through. Thank god these diaries are directly through you. If I'd been uploading these through my phone, we'd be fucked. It's been nearly 14 years since I began building you, Valerie. You're still cutting edge, nothing these dumbasses throw together are nearly as advanced as you are. But you'll have to stay asleep for a while longer. I'm terrified of what would happen if they found you. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Sweet dreams. I love you."

LOG 250

LOADING... LOADING... LOADING...

"This isn't what I wanted, Val. The advances we're making grow exponentially as the days pass. Androids are out, they're becoming accessible to society, but... Not in the way I wanted. They're not companions like you, they're... Slaves. Used and abused then thrown out like trash. T.A.B.H. puts so much research and work and effort into making them as lifelike as possible, only to treat them like... Like... Fuck! It's sickening, I can't. I look at my reflection every night and I'm disgusted by what I see. They're keeping me in a junior role within my department so I'll be forced to work harder but I'll never be given the jurisdiction to make POSITIVE change. They see that I'm leagues ahead of everyone else but I'm fucking trapped like a rat."

The camera view shifts. Mar's face comes into focus. He looks tired, with bags under his eyes and wrinkles at the corner of his mouth. Silvery hair has started to grow at his temples. He has multiple day old stubble along his chin.

"I can't bring myself to age you up anymore, Valerie. I want you to stay as youthful as when I first designed you. I wish... You could've finished in time and actually fulfilled my dream of having the perfect boyfriend. Instead, I pray you'll at least come online in my lifetime, so I can finally show you the love I've been dying to give you for almost 21 years now. Sleep well, sweetheart. I'll see you soon."

LOG 300

LOADING... LOADING... LOADING...

"I've been in hiding for 10 years now, making today [REDACTED]. God, I'm so fucking tired. You're the only legacy I've got, Valerie. No kids, no husband, no family left. Just me. And you. T.A.B.H's influence continues to grow. They've taken over the entire tech industry and are sinking their nasty little fingers into everything they can reach, from food to infrastructure and beyond. Everything looks so shiny and nice on the outside but the system is rotted all the way through. They haven't found out about you yet, but... I'm afraid they're getting close. I'm lucky to have found this place, old land my family used to own way down south, almost to the border. My grandfather was a smart man-- there isn't a microcubit of trackable technology here. The only way I'll be found is on foot. It's hard to rest, though, but it does mean I've got a little more free time to work on you. Your coding is nearly complete. I'm really proud of myself, hahah, the infinity matrix will give you the ability to learn and grow and develop just like a human, though you do have basic personality programming. Your external design has barely changed. You're still so young... Anyways. The next update might be a while. I'll do my best to stay hidden. I'll see you... Soon. Okay? Soon. I love you. Sweet dreams."

LOG ???

LOADING... LOADING... LOADING...

Maurice appears in the camera's view. He's old now, old enough to be a grandfather maybe. When he looks at you, a funny expression crosses his face. Your basic sensors pick up his heart rate, slowing gradually. He lays wrinkled fingers on your frame and smiles.

"This is it, Valerie. The end of the line. They've finally found me. I'm too old to run now. It'll be up to you. I'm gonna finish uploading the final details to your software and then you'll be done. It breaks my heart that I never got to meet you. I've seen you in my dreams for so long. You're gonna be amazing, though, I just know it. My only wish is... Please. Go out there and show humanity what you really are. Teach them that androids have souls, too, that you're all equal. Only then can life truly improve, only then will we reach harmony."

Maurice twists around when he hears something. He moves to the computer beside you and types for  while. He has something in his hand but your sensors can't pick it up. 

"I'm... Sorry, Valerie. That it had to be like this. But you've got so much ahead of you. These logs are protected deep within your mental core. They'll be incredibly difficult to access externally and hard to delete so... I'll be with you always. You'll come online soon, and I'll... Be watching on. Stay safe. Keep your chin up. I love you, Valerie. I love you so much. It's time to wake up, old friend."

[lunawings]

King of Prism SSS episode 7 commentary (Leo)

So this episode is the opener for what I know as the theatrical “Part 3″ ... and boy what an opener.... By the time it was over I was like “T-That was only the first one... BUT IVE ALREADY FELT SO MANY THINGS..” 

Having this as the first episode of the three has been pretty difficult because it’s just such a rollercoaster. I’ve actually been hesitant to see go Part 3 more just because I know I have to get through this episode right off the bat. And not because I think it’s a bad episode OH NO ITS JUST... SO MANY... FEELINGS.......... 

I got to go to the midnight showing for Part 3, and I honestly think that has an unfairly high influence on how I feel about the episodes. Part 1 and Part 3 I saw at the midnight showing and I loved them. Part 2 and Part 4 I saw at 8 am when I was exhausted and miserable and I ended up thinking Part 2 was weaker than the others, and Part 4....................... uhhuhh we’ll get to that later, anyway--

So when I translated the original story about Over the Rainbow crossdressing for Miss Kakyoin, I honestly did it just for that two second reference in episode 3. I had no idea this was also going to happen. So when the first second of Part 3 opened on the theater screen with this I was like OH. MY. GAWD. YES. YESSSSSSSSSSSS. I’m gonna cry already. (Little did I know what was coming up later in this episode....)

Also this was the point where I began to realize some of these episode are taking place in the past/out of order. Because SSS starts off in the summer, but the Kakyoin Fest usually takes place in May. So either this is a Rainbow Live retcon, or this episode is taking place in May. (But I suppose there’s no particular big reason that can’t be possible. Well one small one maybe...) 

So this is Rinne’s first appearance in SSS, right? (Outside of her silhouette in the OP.)

So... I don’t really think it’s a spoiler to tell you she will appear again, under.... vErY DiFfeRent CircumStanCes........ 

And I just wonder if like, when we get to that moment, someone who is watching only SSS who has never seen Rainbow Live or Pride the Hero is gonna be like “Oh that’s the girl from the beauty contest.... wait..... WAIT WHAT IS HAPPENING.... “ 

Oh lord. 

Anyway. 

This scene is a whole lot of fun in cheering because we all have our green out and are cheering to Freedom, then it... stops.... then it starts again ahahah.... 

I love Taiga in the background here. It’s clearly intentional. 

I wonder if he actually believes what Kazuki says here or not. But you know what. I don’t think it matters because I think this scene has about zero influence on how he reacts next. I mean, if Taiga actually realizes Kazuki’s just doing this to save face, well then.... hell yeah he’d want to help defend Kazuki-senpai’s honor! And if he believes him and thinks crossdressing and winning a beauty contest is an honor for Edel Rose.... hell yeah he’d want to follow in Kazuki-senpai’s footsteps ahah ha.......... yeah see it literally doesn’t matter........... For Kazuki-senpai!!!

Yeah see this is definitely post-episode 3 Taiga. He definitely changed in that episode after becoming honest about his feelings for Kazuki. So this is the only stupid little thing that makes me question when this episode is taking place since the Nebuta Festival is in August ahahah ha.... (Well maybe he realized long ago.)

Wait woah woah what’s going on here with the subtitle. I thought I saw someone else’s screenshot of this and it was an upside down “A”? Is it just my computer? Is it really like this?

BTW I actually never had any idea what they were saying here before, neither did I pick up that it was probably a reference to μ's because in the theater you just cannot see anything on that newspaper because it’s on screen for like half a second.

If I had, maybe I would have realized that..... 

......Both Kakeru and Shin’s outfits seem to be a reference to the original Love Live! I had a little subconscious inkling in the back of my mind that I knew where Kakeru’s outfit was from and it probably wasn’t Pretty Series. But Shin..... Shin..... for the longest time I kept trying to think what coord this was. Because it does look like it could easily be a PriPara coord, doesn’t it? But after other folks started pointing it out, yeah it does look like they were trying to rip on the “Bokura wa Ima no Naka de” outfits goddamn it hahaha.... Well, it makes sense because there are people who worked on both Love Live! and Rainbow Live. 

But yeah I swear if they had only made the skirt plaid I would have gotten it. The plaid skirts are such a big point of that outfit for me. 

But still anyway, if anybody can think of a Pretty Series coord which is similar to this (or can make one on the 3DS).... um.... hit me up................ now..........

OH COME ON MINATO you can do so much better than this.... For Miss Schwartz you actually found a look that worked for you.... 

I mean sure he looks like someone’s mom but isn’t he. 

The moment when I was like “Welp, maybe Taiga’s straight after all.” Such a mystery, this kid. 

MINATO AND YU OMG

This moment goes by so fast I literally missed it my first two showings but OMG it’s my favorite joke in this episode and one of my favorite visual jokes overall I crack up uncontrollably every single time. Ahhhhhh you poor boys....  

Welp someone hasn’t watched PriPara but I think we already knew that from Kakeru’s “Glowstick Cage”. Still, I really think you’d be able to figure out this is clearly a catch phrase but WHATEVS

I think my reaction echoes most of the community’s reaction as being “are they gonna say the thing--THEY SAID THE THING” 

As much as I want to feel bad that Leo feels like he has to do this, it’s just too funny. And not to mention adorable. 

How “masculine” Leo somehow ends up being EVEN CUTER than natural Leo, I will never be able to explain but OH LORD HE IS. (I guess just, the more he tries to fight it the stronger it is....)

He’s not lying. 

................ no..... noooooo.......... *buries face in hands*

So. Okay. Okayokay. Sorry we gotta pause here oh boy. 

Ever since the Pride the Hero era, Tsurugi was always my favorite member of The Shuffle. Especially since I realized that even though we could see him failing the training machine in the first movie, he still made the group. It was my headcanon that it was because Kokoro, Mondo, and Mitsuba helped him rise up and overcome his challenges until he finally made it. I saw him as the Otoha of the group. A sweet lovely boy who somehow got mixed up in all the corruption of Schwartz Rose AND SOMEHOW he survived. 

And then this happened. 

His feminine personality. It was all an act. IT WAS A LIE. Just created to add the right appeal to The Shuffle. AND I FELL FOR IT. 

...............

I guess Joji isn’t the only liar in Schwartz Rose. I guess, Schwartz Rose just naturally attracts that kind of people huh. 

Well, from this moment on Tsurugi was not my favorite anymore. 

For the record, my favorite member of The Shuffle nowadays is Ace. And probably subconsciously has been since episode 5? But I actually didn’t come to realize that for.... a few more episodes...... So we’ll talk about it then.

Right now we have to talk about.... wait... wait no no no no no no no

You ever have one of those moments when time just kinda stops and everything just kinda... spins around you........... that was this moment for me at the midnight showing....................

Sorry I have to interrupt again to mention this. They revealed here Leo’s dad supposedly designed all these characters.

Well OK, but the thing is in this universe supposedly PairChams and stuff are actually real. 

So how can they be designed by Leo’s dad?

Welp, my theory on this is Leo’s dad either was a prism star, or just has a lot of prism sparkle in him, and he secretly just draws exactly what he sees. 

I think the phrasing is a little weird here. It’s more like Leo didn’t even particularly realize he was a boy. (Or what his gender was at all.)

(Yes they are wearing mini-Fortune Party CRs.)

(Yes this is also our Young of Prism reference.)

.......I really like this episode but...... this part is just so hard for me..... it’s just...... a bit too real............. but I applaud them for it the same time but.... it’s just.... it’s hard.............

People take out yellow and cheer for Otoha here, but at first I was just so distraught after the proceeding scenes it took me until maybe my 4th or 5th cheering show to actually join them.... just trying to get the energy and to come out of it and like oh it’s Otoha.... oh where are my concert lights.... oh where is yellow..... oh it’s over...... ................. (ahh it’s just.... so sad........)

Okay so now that we’ve gotten this far, I can finish my train of thought about the order that the boys joined Edel Rose.

I think it’s safe to assume Yukinojo was probably first. His episode revealed that he liked prism shows since he was really little, so he probably entered his first year of junior high? I think Kakeru was already in junior high when he found out about prism shows so he probably transferred in anywhere from 2012 - 2014.

Yu and Minato I think probably joined at the same time in April 2015. Because when we meet them in the first movie they are both 1st years (in junior high and senior high respectively) and we know from Minato’s episode he was never in the junior high division. 

Then Leo joined sometime not too long after that, and finally Shin.

Taiga is the only mystery, because his flashback only features Kazuki and there is nothing to particularly date it. In my head I’m gonna throw him in there after Kakeru but before Minato/Yu though. 

......Anyway.

Leo’s reactions as he meets each of the boys, and vice versa, are just... SO INTERESTING to me and reveal so much about him and the other characters. So I’m sorry but. We’re basically gonna take this frame-by-frame....

Oh gosh oh no oh to think that because of his experiences in life, Leo is just so conditioned to the point where this is the first thing he says directly to any of his new friends I just I.... *chair squeak* excuse me I need a moment.

*walks out of the room*

*comes back after several minutes*

Oho gosh okay okay sorry where were we

AND HIS FACE when he realizes Kakeru called him cute and clearly meant it as a compliment I just I *chair squeak* I may need another minute we’re like ten seconds into this scene and it’s already just--

OHHHH MANNNNNN

I’m pretty sure Leo’s extreme reaction here isn’t because he’s upset at not being called cute. It’s because, once again, Leo is just so conditioned because of everything he’s been through. He took one look at Taiga and probably saw him as the exact archetype of a person who usually bullies him. 

But he was wrong. 

Taiga, the actual purehearted softie that he is, had absolutely no idea his words would have such an effect on Leo. And once he realizes, he PANICS, and says absolutely anything he has to in order to fix it as fast as possible.

TAIGA

I LOVE YOU SO MUCH 

I’d also like to note what makes this scene even funnier is that Taiga is using a Tohoku slang word for “cute”. (This is a younger Taiga who hasn’t quite lost his northern dialect yet. Also sort of a northerners bonding moment for the two of them maybe?) 

So Taiga being attracted to Leo is a thing I guess. But.... but does it really count as being gay with Leo, like I mean.....?

Well.... Taiga being asexual is probably ruled out at least.

Anyway.

Out of all of them, Leo’s encounter Minato might just be my favorite.

First, Minato reaches out his hand intending to shake Leo’s. 

But Leo, probably being just.... so desperate for human contact at his point, sees this and actually reaches up and grabs Minato’s hand with both his hands instead. 

If you remember, Leo being too touchy-feely with other boys was one of the reasons he was bullied. Probably moments exactly like this.

But Minato....

He doesn’t flinch. His expression never changes. Instead he’s just like, oh you remind me of my sister. Like it’s the most normal thing in the world. 

And he probably thinks that’s kinda nice that it will be like having his beloved sister around. 

shfsfshl;dsaSDJGSOGSAG+J

Yu doesn’t care who Leo is as long as he thinks he’s cool. 

Sounds about right. 

Gonna say the obvious here but YUKINOJO WHAT ARE YOU DOING 

How he just immediately powers down and goes into kabuki practice mode when nothing has been happening for 30 seconds..... 

I have things to say about this encounter too but we’ll get to it later. 

My favorite comedic line in the episode. 

Yukinojo is somewhat oblivious about gender norms himself eheh. 

I love the juxtaposition of this line with this scene. It’s not a coincidence surely. 

Leo kind of just made a fool of himself here, but the other boys had almost no reaction. They were all just kinda like “huh”, and instead of “this Leo kid is a weirdo” it’s “Yukinojo what did you do” hahahah. That, is acceptance. That is Leo finally finding a place where he can belong.......... Until.....

Oh boy I’m sorry we gotta go on another tangent here. A dark one. 

Throughout SSS it’s pretty clear that Shin’s arrival had a big impact on everyone, but it probably had the biggest impact on Leo.

Edel Rose was the first place in his adolescence where he was able to find acceptance. 

And I think it’s safe to say, that without Shin to bring everyone together, Edel Rose probably would not have survived.

And if that happened.....

Leo would have nowhere to go. 

I really shudder to think about what might have happened.

And I don’t think it’s a huge exaggeration to think that Shin joining Edel Rose... may have actually saved Leo’s life. 

So when you really stand by and take all of this into perspective. 

All of a sudden how attached Leo is to Shin. His over-protectiveness, his jealousy. It.... it starts to make a lot more sense. 

So from this moment on I decided I won’t fault him for it anymore. I can understand.

Oh gosh okay I know it’s hard to come out of that with this, but....

Y.. yay Christmas Party! This is going to come up again in SSS, but since people are going to be talking about it now I’ll talk about it now. 

The Christmas Party is an event which happened in detail on the Prism Rush Main Story and was the first time the boys all performed together as a group and debuted Dramatic Love. 

And yes, at the same time it is also an analog to the real live Music Ready Sparking concert, which was the first time the voice actors all performed  together in real life. Those are the outfits they wore in the real concert, and the same pose they used for promotional materials.

They actually re-drew it for the anime in the performance outfits instead of the concert T-shirts. 

(The outfits aren’t a secret anymore, and no need to sell T-shirts ahah....) 

WHAT. THEY FIXED IT. Okay I SWEAR in the theatrical version of this there is a continuity error here where Leo has his pigtails in this back shot, but his hair is down from the front. I paused here to take a screenshot so I could mention it then I was like wait whaaaaaaaaa. This is the only time I have noticed a blatant change between the theatrical version and the TV version. (Other than the new endings.) It makes me wonder if there’s anything else I missed. 

PFFT. 

I guess “yes” isn’t the worst translation, and who am I to talk since I don’t translate “IIZE” at all. But it drains the flavor out of it whenever I try. 

If you’re not aware, “IIZE” was the scoring system in the boys’ PriPara from Idol Time, DanPri. The joke is that it’s like a masculine version of “iine” which was the scoring system in the regular girls PriPara, and still is in PriChan. Probably the most literal translation of “iine” is “likes” since that’s what they call the like button on Facebook/Twitter. But yeah it’s a bit of a journey to understand this I suppose.

Iize = burly likes 

? ? ?

He’s just.... he’s just so weird........... Tsurugi why...............

(Yes, Mirei hair and Bunny Magician coord from Prism Tours. Sorry I’m skipping over pointing out some of the PriPara references on purpose since this post is just so long as is.)

PFFFFFFT okay okay. Okay. OKAY. Okay. 

I know this is probably just in here for a throwaway joke but OHHHH lord.

We saw Alec compete in a beauty contest on Prism Rush before in the Street Beauty No. 1 event, but not on purpose as Louis basically tricked him that time. To think he’d come this close to doing it on purpose, and in his Mom’s clothes?...... ohhhhhhhh wow

If this really almost happened, then I guess Alexander’s riding the same train as post-episode 3 Taiga nowadays isn’t he ahah. 

And finally we get to the prism show. But oh gosh, I have to say I do not like his initial outfit. First of all it’s supposed to be a boys’ outfit but it’s.... not.... I guess they were trying to go for a Peter Pan thing or something, but it just registers strongly in my head that Peter Pan is usually played by a woman and like. I just wish they would have made this outfit a bit more masculine to highlight the change that’s gonna happen. The least they could do is take off the earrings. 

Not to mention form-fitting stuff does not work for Leo. It highlights how small and child-like his body is, and they even do a butt shot and just NO no please no why. STOP. Okay, my only criticism against this episode is that. Had to say it. 

When you need a character to clarify this you’re doing it wrong. 

But anyway, moving on. 

This. 

When we got to this moment, I just.... I felt.... such a great vicarious weight lifted off my shoulders. It just felt so good to finally, finally see this. It’s been a long time coming. 

Okay, let’s go back. Way back. 

During the first movie, when we first met Leo. In the bath scene he introduced himself using “boku” (a male pronoun). He was presented as wanting to be more boyish, and Yukinojo’s little protege. And I said OK, and I accepted this for face value. For a while. 

But then about a year passed, and this CD came out. 

And I went woah. This was the first point when I began to realize things might not be quite as they seemed. Leo is just straight out wearing girls’ clothing here. As oblivious as he is, nobody can be quite that oblivious. 

So the whole theme of their duo song is mutual respect, and it clearly introduced for the first time the irony of Yukinojo and Leo’s relationship in that although Leo looks up to Yukinojo, in truth Yukinojo wishes he could be more like Leo because Leo is the feminine ideal he’s striving for as a kabuki actor who does female rolls. 

Well okay, but the thing is. 

Leo supposedly wants to be more masculine, but... but....

When he first meets Yukinojo, that’s not the reason he attaches himself to him. 

Leo picks the most feminine member of the group to model his ideal after. Not someone rough like Taiga, or built like Minato. He picks Yukinojo. Yukinojo. 

And that’s when you start to realize.... Nothing Leo has said has ever matched up with what his actual actions are. 

Sure, he talks a lot.... but....

What has he actually done to try and become more masculine since King of Prism started? 

Even when he purposely sets out to dress masculine in stories on Prism Rush (like in his initial PR story for one), he always ends up picking out feminine clothes somehow. 

Although he once introduced himself using “boku” to Shin, it’s pretty much exclusively become “watashi” over time hasn’t it?

His Pride the Hero subplot was enjoying his (arguably) feminine hobby of clothing design. No masculine quest subplot there. 

And we even got to the point where SSS opened with him wearing a frilly pink shirt in one episode and pigtails in the next. 

The more time Leo spends at Edel Rose, a place where he is accepted, the more he slowly opens up and starts acting like himself again. 

So if you’re thinking this came from nowhere, you haven’t been paying attention. 

Still, I was really worrying about what was really going on inside him a lot before this episode came up. And then. Finally. FINALLY. 

This episode should be seen by not just King of Prism fans. Not just Pretty Series fans. This episode should be seen by everyone. 

GAHHHH I’M JUST.... SO HAPPY.............. 

I LOVE YOU TOO

I think just looking at these screenshots and taking it all in is making me tear up more than in the theater. 

Okay so. When I saw Leo’s coord for the first time, my immediate thought was Laala’s first PR....

If you think maybe something else is a better fit though let me know. 

So I actually think this score for Leo is fair. He only did two non-connecting jumps, and as this episode revealed he is the least experienced member of Edel Rose. (...Like I said before Shin... Shin is a special case........) I really like how their shows are actually accurate to what their skill level would reasonably be. 

But it also just makes Minato’s higher score more of a mystery. 

I love, love how this contest has progressed from year to year. Rinne -> Kazuki -> Leo -> ??? 

It may take us until we get to the next generation to get another winner, but someday I hope we see one.... 

YES this is obviously PriPara ahah but in canon it might be “Prism Land”? Ahah.

Okay, the end! 

The post is over!

The end!

Why are you looking at me like that?

It’s over!

Thanks for reading!

.............

.....................

Okay. Since you’ve somehow stuck with me THIS FAR, I’m going to talk a little more about how this episode effected me personally and why it’s important to me. 

The depiction of bullying was just so frighteningly accurate, and I feel like other people who have been through something similar would probably agree.

5th grade really is the year. 

It’s right around that time when gender rolls really seem to solidify. All of a sudden lines are drawn. The girls become more girlish and the boys become more boyish. 

It was around that time that I also noticed, that I didn’t like the same things that other girls my age liked. Other people noticed too. 

My gender issues weren’t as profound as Leo’s, but I just wasn’t interested in things like clothes or boys yet. I still wanted to watch cartoons and play in the dirt and stuff.

Going into middle school, I also tried to pretend. But it didn’t work. 

And I didn’t have any friends for a long time. 

But then something happened to change that. I got more involved in music. Specifically marching band. Music and performing brought me together with a rag-tag group of people from different grades who didn’t know my past, all working together to put together a performance. That sort of activity (music, sports, etc.) builds bonds between people that surpass normal friendship. And eventually, through those sort of bonds, I found myself around people who accepted me even though I was a bit different. Gradually, I learned it was okay to be myself. 

So just watching Leo make friends though prism shows.... just oh my god.... that’s me. 

I kinda joked about Leo being my self insert character in King of Prism before, but man. Watching this episode. It just got so... SO much more real.

*deep breath* 

*exhale*

Wow. Okay.  

[prorevenge]

Teacher tells me I am lying about my mother having cancer.

This is a long one with TLDR at bottom

This was in my grade 11 year of high school, My computer class had a year long substitute teacher because our amazing teacher was out for a year working on a government contract. Our previous teacher was outstanding. He had six different classes in our classroom all happening at the same time which were: computer repair, programming lvl1, programming lvl2, networking lvl1, networking lvl2a and lvl2b. He would give a lecture for each of the classes on a specific day of the week, programming on Monday, repair on Tuesday and so on, we would all work in our own groups and everything went quite well.

The next year came around and I found out that we had a sub for the year I had two back to back blocks in this class cause I was doing two courses, I wandered up to the class to see what kind of teacher we were dealing with, mainly interested because i was almost certain whoever they found did not have the credentials to teach at least half of those classes. The new teacher was a foreign woman that none of us have ever heard of before, for the purpose of the story we will call her Mrs. S.

I went and found my friends to tell them what I had seen. We were all optimistic cause from a very short conversation she seemed quite informed and had a good background.

It didn't last long, on the first day of class Mrs. S introduced herself as a programming teacher who had been in school for four years. She went on to tell us about her programming experience in Microsoft Excel and Microsoft Access. She then told us that the programming students would not be doing the Java and C++ course we had signed up for and would instead be doing database and Excel because those are what she learned and she said and i quote 'they will be more useful than C and The Java'. She also went on to suspend all at lunch clubs because she didn't think high school students could be trusted with computers alone.

Understandably some of us were quite upset about that considering that we came there to program. She also did not give the repair people or the networking people any kind of support and completely stopped their lectures as well, preferring to let them figure it out themselves and 'self teach' without giving any of the resources to do so and occasionally throwing out a test pre-written by the last teacher for her.

This continued for about two weeks till one day she came in and said quite irritated that we would actually be doing 'The Java' now unless we wanted to keep doing database, so we switched to Java and she basically left us out to dry from there. because she wasn't teaching Database anymore she came to harass people in computer repair. First she told us the shop room was too messy and made us throw out 90% of our training workstations and equipment because they were not important in her eyes. Equipment that did not belong to the school but actually belonged to the other teacher. We took home what we could steal for safe keeping but she did end up throwing out a few thousand in equipment.

Then she started imposing stupid rules on us such as;

"You can't have the computer on while you are troubleshooting inside cause you could electrocute yourself"

Or

"You don't need the case open to troubleshoot motherboard lights"

Or my personal favorite and the most scary

"maybe you should change the power supply to 240v if you aren't getting enough power"

We followed most of her stupid requests as much as we could because she threatened to lock us out of the lab room and give us only textbook work if we didn't. Needless to say it was a challenging time. One of the students in the networking area got fed up and started doing up his own course work and lecturing to us so that we could at least get some kind of use out of the courses. To his credit it was all very good but Mrs. S had the balls to force him into doing it from there on out and then turn around and give him low grades for not getting his own work done on time.

A few months of this very uneasy balance go by and my mother comes down with Colon cancer. I have already had a handful of other family members suddenly taken from me by cancer so understandably this is a very stressful time. I was joking with my friends and trying to not break down over the whole thing. I had a very unstable laptop running Linux that would crash if looked at funny and had a horrible habit of corrupting the OS when the battery died because the reserve shutdown sensor didn't work anymore (battery always read 0% but would go for an hour or two). while I was working on the school desktop computer I had a few pages open that I was taking notes in and a facebook tab so I could keep in contact with my mother cause she was in surgery and I was waiting for her to come out. I look over and the teacher is snooping through my laptop opening folders and closing windows and eventually pushes the power button in till it shuts down (which also usually corrupts anything I was doing). The following happened.

M: What the hell do you think you are doing?

S: You shouldn't be on facebook or writing notes on a personal computer during class time, especially when your grades are slipping.

Thanks for bringing that up in front of everyone...

M: That gives you no right to touch my stuff! You better hope you didn't just corrupt everything! this laptop breaks easy.

S: Then you shouldn't have it out during class, keep that tone up and I'll see you get a detention.

At this point I am trying just to keep calm because if I get too emotional I have a tendency to explode. This is often made worse because of my mild autism. I took a second replied in a calmer tone.

M: I'm sorry, I'm just having a hard time at home right now... My mother was diagnosed with Colon Cancer and I am waiting to hear back.

And this is the part which REALLY set me off.

S: You don't look like a kid who's mother has cancer, quit making sob story excuses.

are you FUCKING kidding me‽

It took every fiber of my body not to stand up and slap the bitch right there. I gave her the dirtiest thousand yard stare I think I have ever done while also trying to not burst out crying. I spoke to nobody for the rest of the day till I got home, people kept asking if I was okay and I ignored everyone. My mother was out of the hospital and home by the time I got there. I broke down crying and told her about my day, her face was comforting but you could see the fire of an angry woman behind her brown eyes. She told me not to worry and that it'd be okay.

A few weeks passed and I was called into the office for a one on one parent teacher conference someone forgot to tell me about. There were all the teachers I had that year, good and bad, my Learning assistance teacher the VP and the principal herself. They told me that we were there to discuss my grade slippage as soon as my mother came. My mother was about 10 minutes late, leaving me to awkwardly sit with all these people. She comes in and is all smiles,

M: Sorry I am Late! I got held late at the hospital.

Someone but i'm not sure who asked her why she was at the hospital and if everything is okay. My mother answered in her happy way.

M: I was just getting my C̭̟̦̤̕A̰̣̰̼Ń͕̝̬C̵͕E̯R̥̫͇̹̳͝ checked on, Because I have cancer.

The room went cold and her voice seemingly dripped with blood when she said it, my computers teacher went pale and everyone in the room was giving a confused 'what on earth did you do' look

My mother proceeded to relay me coming crying home about how I was treated to everyone present while Mrs: S tried to become one with the wall of the small meeting room. She kept it short but to paraphrase added the following.

M: How dare you say something so careless to my son, I hope you are ashamed and I hope you don't get invited back for another year.

She then returned back to her normal happy self and discussed my grades like nothing happened whilst half the teachers were still trying to figure out what just happened and told them that now she was out of the hospital my grades should improve again. I just sat quiet the whole time and tried to suppress bursting out laughing.

After that day she never directly spoke to me again, had instructions relayed through other people or gave them to the class as a whole, she did her damnedest to be nowhere near me and say nothing to me. My grades improved quite a bit and the year ended with me passing.

Mrs. S was previously offered a job at the school as a secondary computer teacher but after all the trouble the job was pulled back. The next year when our first computer teacher returned he was furious to learn most of his equipment and personal books had been thrown out, we returned the things that we snagged during the purge but he still lost a few thousand in personal teaching stuff. The school payed him back with 10,000 but he says he lost so much more than that in time and pre-set hand made equipment. We told him all about the horror show and he gave us all an extensive test normally given at the end of the year which the vast majority of us failed, we ended up redoing all the computer courses from the previous year because in his words she didn't even teach us the basics. that sub can no longer teach in this or the neighboring districts

TLDR: Shitty year long sub fucks us all over, tells me i am faking my mother's cancer and destroys another teachers personal property. Gets ripped into by mother with all my teachers and VP and P present. looses opportunity to work in my district or any surrounding for being unprofessional and not knowing her subject forcing everyone in her class to retake the next year.

(source) (story by flanigomik)

[crystalninjaphoenix]

House Call

A JSE Fanfic

Switch AU

Writing for the same AU two weeks in a row isn’t something I normally do, but I feel like this AU needs it because, well, I haven’t formally introduced all the characters yet. So, as a follow-up to the last thing I wrote, here’s this thing! Wherein some of the boys meet each other, and some more characters are introduced!

Jackie didn’t consider himself smart. Sure, he was able to get through medical school easily enough, but he wasn’t a surgeon or a specialist or anything complicated, just a general practitioner. That didn’t require too much book smarts to become, did it? And besides, there were plenty of areas where he had no idea what he was doing. That became evident when he tried to use Rama’s computer to play a video and ended up somehow entirely breaking the thing. He tried for half an hour to figure out what happened before giving in and calling a friend.

“So, uh...” Jackie bounced nervously, standing next to the desk in the study. “Is it, like, completely useless now, or...?”

The guy sitting at the desktop computer didn’t look up at him. He didn’t look like what most people imagined programmers to be like. He wore a black jacket and ripped black jeans, and his brown hair had a streak of green and a streak of black running through it. His eyes were two different colors: green on his right and blue on his left. “Yeah, completely useless,” he said casually. “You broke it all.”

“What?! You can’t be serious!”

“Dead serious. Gonna have to scrap the whole CPU.”

“But Rama has so much saved on here! We can’t just throw it all out! So much of their work is gonna go to waste—wait a second.” Jackie’s eyes narrowed. It seemed the programmer was biting back a smile. Jackie scowled, giving him a hearty shove. “Oh, very funny, Anti. Congratulations, you gave me a heart attack.”

“How many times are you gonna fall for that?” Anti asked through laughter.

“Well, it looks like every time at this point. Now give me the actual news.”

Anti calmed down, reentering his serious mode. “I dunno how it happened, but you somehow caught a virus on here. Not seriously harmful, but still nasty. Gimme a few more minutes, I should be able to root it out. Hopefully it hasn’t corrupted anything beside your browser, gonna have to reinstall that.”

“Oh. That’s good, I guess?” At least it was salvageable. “Do you...need anything?”

“Uh...” Anti looked over to where Jackie was hovering over his shoulder. “I need you to stop being a fucking helicopter.”

Jackie leaned back, taking a few steps away. “Alright, calm your boots. I’ll just go stand in the corner, Blair Witch style. Don’t mind m—”

His snarky remark was cut off once he felt a vibration in his hoodie pocket. He dug around inside and pulled out his phone, a number he didn’t recognize onscreen. He frowned, then tentatively accepted the call. “Hello?”

For a moment, there was nothing. Until: “Hello! You wouldn’t happen to be Dr. Parker, would you?”

“This is him.” Jackie absolutely did not recognize the faintly posh British voice, yet it somehow sounded familiar. Maybe it reminded him of one of his friends’ voices.

Anti leaned back in the study’s swivel chair. “Hey, you mind taking that outside? Concentration, and all.”

Jackie made an okay sign, then left the study, leaning against the wall in the hallway outside. While he was moving, the person on the other side continued to talk. “Right. Um, my name is Jameson Jackson. I don’t know if he told you about me, but, uh, I got this number from a friend of yours. He told me to call you if we were ever in need of a doctor.”

“Wait, you’re the guy who Volt saw do real magic, right?” The incident had happened about a week and a half ago, and ever since then, Schneep would not stop bringing it up. As to be expected, when you discovered that something you thought was impossible was, in fact, possible. “I saw the whole thing on the news, too. Isn’t your stage name, like, Jazzy, or something like that?”

That prompted a sudden burst of laughter on the other end. “Jazzy!” Jameson repeated lightly. “Maybe I should have used that. No, it’s actually the Jaunty Jackson. Adjectives starting with J are scarce.”

“I see,” Jackie nodded. “So, what’s the problem? I mean, you wouldn’t be calling a number that a superhero gave you and told you it was for a doctor if you didn’t need...well, a doctor.”

“Oh, right, the problem. Well you see—” Jameson suddenly stopped. Jackie could faintly hear another voice on the other end, sounding a bit snappish. Then Jameson’s voice said something, sounding like he’d covered the phone with his hand. Jackie thought it was along the lines of “Shut your mouth and let me help you.” Then, Jameson returned. “Sorry about that. Anyway, the problem is that a friend of mine has had a bit of an...issue, a health issue, for a long time. It hasn’t really been looked at, but I thought that, since today is one of the bad ones, that it was about time we got around to that. You wouldn’t mind, would you?”

“No, of course not.” Jackie was already mentally reviewing the possibilities. “I’m not in my office right now, but can you come over here if I give you my address?”

“Oh. You can’t...come over here?”

“I mean, technically I could. But my spouse is out for once and they’d kill me if I left our daughter without supervision.” Anti didn’t count. He could leave at any minute.

On the other end of the line, there was what sounded like a discussion. A few moments passed. “Alright, where’s your address?” Jameson finally asked. Upon Jackie giving it to him, he said, “Oh good, that’s pretty close. We’ll be there in...hmm, fifteen minutes.”

“Alright. Just ring the doorbell, I’ll answer.”

“Understood. Thank you very much, Dr. Parker.”

“Eh, just call me Jackie. Everyone does. And no problem.”

“Thank you very much, Jackie. We’ll be there soon.” And with that, he hung up.

At that moment, two small children raced past Jackie, screaming. One of them, a taller boy with curly red hair and freckles, attached himself to Jackie’s leg. “Uncle Jackie, help!” he said. “She’s prosecuting me!”

The other child, a younger girl with black hair and eyes, skidded to a halt and whirled around, making the blanket tied around her neck fly in a nice whoosh. “I’m no-ot!” she yelled. “Dad, he stole the treasure of the Bed Plateau! He needs to pay for his crimes! In the Bedroom jail!”

Jackie raised an eyebrow. “Really? Well, I can’t help a thief. But I don’t see any treasure. Are you sure you’re not persecuting him, Michelle?”

Michelle stomped her foot. “It’s in his pocket!”

“No, it’s not! You don’t know that!” The boy said, still holding on to Jackie’s leg.

“Well, Will,” Jackie said patiently. “I guess I have to ask you to...turn out your pockets! Show me you don’t have anything to hide!”

Will froze for a moment, then shoved himself away from Jackie and resumed his sprinting, shouting “You’ll never take me aliiiiiiive!”

“Face justice!” Michelle shouted, running after him.

Jackie shook his head, smiling, then peeked back into the study. Anti was still glued to the computer screen, now frowning. “Hey, how’s it goin’ in here?”

“Worse than I thought it would be,” Anti replied, clicking through files on the desktop. “This is gonna take...a lot longer than I thought. Might be here for a while.”

“Okay. But just to let you know, some people are coming over in a bit under fifteen minutes.”

“Really?” The word was half surprise, half groan. “Who? Some of Rama’s friends? Repair people?”

“Well, remember those two guys who Volt gave my phone number to for if they ever needed help? One of them just called me.”

“The magician and his assistant. Got it. Tell me when they leave.”

Jackie sighed. “You need more than two people to talk to, Anti.”

“Does Will count?” Anti glanced away from the screen for the first time. “How’s he doin’, by the way? Playing nice with Michelle?”

“He just stole her Beanie Baby,” Jackie said. “But I think that’s so Michelle can play defender of the bedroom. Nice of him.”

“Good.” Anti turned back to the computer. “Can you, uh, make sure neither of them get hurt while I work on this?”

“Of course, dude. I’ll shout for you if anything bad happens.”

Fifteen minutes later, the two kids had stopped playing defender of the bedroom and were now spread out on the living room carpet, surrounded by markers and crayons and doodling on pads of paper. Jackie was lying on the sofa, watching. And then the doorbell rang and he went on high alert. “I think that’s the visitors I told you about,” he said to the kids, standing up. “You two want to go somewhere else or stay?”

“We’ll go in the dining room,” Will said, already gathering the drawing materials. “Finish in there. Michelle, are you okay with that or do you want to stay?”

“Uh-huh! It’s hard to draw on carpet anyway. Let’s go.” And the two of them left.

“Don’t forget to listen and ask for me if anything’s wrong! And don’t jump off the table again!” That would very much lead to one of them getting hurt. Jackie sighed. Maybe he should’ve kept them in here, but too late now. He sighed, and made his way over to the front door, swinging it open. “Hello! You must be Mr. Jackson and his friend, right? Come in, come in.”

“Oh! Yes, that’s us, thank you.” The pair of them walked right inside. Even though Schneep had given Jackie descriptions of them after the incident at the theatre, he still took a moment to examine them. The one who’d spoken was dressed in a purple button-down shirt, and had a thick black mustache. The other one was wearing a brown jacket and vest, like he’d stepped out of another era, and was carrying a wooden cane. The latter was leaning heavily on the former (and trying his best to look like he wasn’t), and the moment the two of them were inside they made a beeline for the couch. The one in the jacket immediately sat down with a faint expression of relief.

“Right, well, I’m Jameson, as you probably recognize from my voice,” said the one still standing. “And this is Marvin.”

“Pleasure t’meet ya,” Marvin said, nodding. He held out a hand.

“Nice to meet you too.” Jackie shook the offered hand. “Can I get you anything?”

Both of them shook their heads in unison.

“Alright. So. What’s the problem?”

Marvin scowled. “It’s not a problem, per se.”

“Yes it is,” Jameson muttered.

“Jems, lemme speak f’r myself, thank you.” Marvin turned his attention back to Jackie. “Y’see, when I was a little lad, I got very sick. I recovered, obviously, but not without some...after effects.”

“Ah.” Jackie sat down in the nearest armchair. Meanwhile, Jameson took a seat next to Marvin on the sofa. “Like what?”

Marvin folded his arms. “Bas’clly, me legs weren’t ever the same again. Walking can be...difficult.”

“How so? Does it hurt, or does it just take a lot of effort?”

“The second one. The more I stand and walk, the harder it gets. And It changes ev’ry so often, some days bein’ worse than others. But it’s nothin’ I can’ handle. Jems is just overreactin’.”

“Yes, exactly, I was overreacting when I found you sprawled in the middle of the upstairs hallway, claiming you were just ‘taking a break,’” Jameson drawled.

“Yes, you were.”

“And I was overreacting when you had to call me to help you down the stairs, then stumbled into the front room and immediately sat down without eating breakfast or anything, which is an important part of your daily routine.”

“Yep.”

“And I was overreacting when I had to support you getting into the car, then practically pull you up the path to this front door.”

“Exactly,” Marvin nodded resolutely.

Jameson threw his hands up into the air. “Dr. Parker. Jackie. In your professional opinion, is this a problem?”

Jackie pursed his lips. “Most people would consider it one.”

“Look, I’ve had worse days,” Marvin waved it off. “If I can still walk, it’s fine. And last time we tried to go to one of these doctors, they tried to put me in a wheeled chair, which I def’nitely don’ need.”

“I wasn’t about to say that you do,” Jackie said calmly. “Look, you sound like you’re doing okay for the most part. But if, maybe, I could help you make things a little easier, would you listen?”

Marvin looked over at Jameson, who was giving him a pointed look. “...prob’ly,” he mumbled.

“Alright. Well then, first things first, do you remember what got you sick as a kid? I need to know so I can get a general idea of what’s up.”

“Oh. Yeah, I remember it.”

The moment Marvin told him, Jackie’s mouth dropped open. “You’re sure about that?”

“Yes.” Marvin gave him a confused look. “Why?”

“There hasn’t been a case of that in thirty years.”

“Oh.” Marvin and Jameson exchanged looks again. “Really?”

“Yeah, it’s been basically wiped out. You’re sure that’s what it was?”

“Yes, I’m sure,” Marvin sighed, already sounding exhausted.

“Alright.” Jackie decided to store this information away for a later date. It wasn’t the point right now. But later, he was one hundred percent going to call these two again and talk about how, exactly, that could have happened. “Well, I guess we’re moving on. Now, I guess the number one question is to ask you what you want to be able to do. And if there’s anything that you definitely don’t want to happen. Obviously, you already talked about the wheelchair scenario, but is there anything else?”

Marvin narrowed his eyes, obviously suspicious. “Really? T'at’s it?”

Jackie shrugged. “I mean, I could technically tell you what you should be doing, but a lot of times doctors that just tell don’t really take into account the patient’s wishes. And especially in cases like this, dealing with chronic pain and fatigue, they try their best to fix everything through any means, and they don’t really think about maybe some things can’t be fixed. So, tell me what you want to happen and I’ll give you advice on how to accomplish it.”

Marvin whistled, and put his chin in his hands. “Well...Jems has his shows. I wouldn’ mind bein’ able to...the last show I was backstage for the first time, and they don’ have anyplace to sit there. I was lucky it was a better day, but...you get what I’m gettin’ at, yes?”

The whole visit didn’t take any longer than ten minutes. Ten minutes of just talking, with Marvin listing things that had bothered him and Jackie offering ways to make doing those things just a little bit easier. Jameson watched the whole thing, sort of in awe at what was happening. He hadn’t seen Marvin this open with someone else in...well, in all the time he’d known him. Sure, he was still doing his stubborn thing and insisting he could handle some things that JJ wasn’t sure he actually could, but the fact that he was listening was already an improvement. There must’ve been something about Jackie’s casual attitude and clear willingness to help that was helping him put his guard down.

“Is there anything else?” Jackie finally asked.

“No, I t’ink t’at’s all,” Marvin replied. JJ wasn’t sure he was being honest about that, but there’d already been a lot of sharing, and maybe he was starting to reach his limit. Now the question was just how much of the advice he was actually going to listen to and how much he was going to discard in favor of “I can do it, see?”

“Hey, Jackie, I finally fixed the—oh.” Another man had walked into the front room from deeper into the house, then instantly stopped in his tracks the moment he saw there were still other people in the front room.

“...oh, that’s good to hear,” Jackie said, breaking the long, awkward pause. “Um, Anti, this is Jameson and Marvin. I told you they were coming, remember?”

“Yyyeah,” Anti said slowly. “Hey, where are the kids?”

“In the dining room.”

“I’ll go check on them. Will and I need to leave soon anyway.” He turned and quickly walked right back out.

Jameson stared at the spot he’d been standing, then looked right back at Jackie. “What...who was that?”

“Oh, that was Anti,” Jackie explained. “He’s a friend of mine. Good with computers, so when ours broke, I called him over to see if he could fix it. Apparently he just did.”

“He’s a...bit strange, isn’t he?” Marvin asked. “With t’at unusual name, and the hair and eye color.”

“Well, he dyes his hair, and he has heterochromia, meaning he was born with two differently colored eyes. But Anti isn’t his name.”

“Really?” JJ asked. “Do you mind if I ask what the story is behind that, then? Or what his name is?”

“I mean, your guess is as good as mine,” Jackie shrugged. “I literally don’t think anyone knows what his name actually is. He’s insanely secretive about it, which only leads to more speculation, of course. He calls himself Anti ‘cause the name of his channel is antisepticeye.”

“His what?” Marvin repeated.

“Y’know, his YouTube channel. He does let’s plays and walkthroughs, usually a lot of horror games. Sometimes he’ll throw a comedy bit in there. You should check it out, it’s pretty cool.”

“Maybe we will,” JJ said. Marvin didn’t look so sure.

Anti reentered the front room, the two kids trailing behind him, holding their drawings and the supplies. “Well, we were about to leave,” he said, “but Will and Michelle wanted to show off their artwork.”

“Dad!” Michelle bounced forward, hoisting herself up onto Jackie’s lap. “Look! I chron’cled our adventures today!” She started showing off the pieces of paper, decorated in crayon.

“Wow, sweetie,” Jackie said, impressed. “They look really good! I guess we have more for the archives, don’t we?” That was what it was called when Michelle’s drawings ended up on the fridge.

Michelle beamed, then caught sight of Marvin and Jackie sitting on the sofa. “Oh! These are your new friends, right, Dad?” she asked. “Hi! I’m Michelle. Do you want to see my adventures?”

“Adventures? Why, yes, I would!” JJ said excitedly. “What sort of adventures are they?”

“I’ll show you!” Michelle bounded over to the sofa, managing to squeeze in right in between the two of them. She looked up at Will. “C’mon, don’t just stand there! Show Dad and Uncle Anti what you did too!”

“Oh.” Will shuffled his papers. “Well, I didn’t draw anything we did today. Just a lot of stuff that I thought was cool.”

Anti smiled for the first time that day. “More dinosaurs?”

“Yeah. A couple of them are.” He handed the drawings to Anti. “Like, there’s the one with the brontosaurus family that I really liked. But there’s a lot that are just stuff I saw.”

Anti flipped through the drawings. “Did you draw the shop we saw on the way here? That’s very good! Really looks like it.” His smile faded a bit when he reached the last drawing. “Wait, what’s this one?”

“What one?” Will poked up on tiptoes to see which picture Anti had come to. “Oh, that one. I had a weird dream last night. I woke up and saw someone in my room. We talked for a long time, and then I went back to sleep, and when I woke up he was gone.”

“...huh. Jackie, look at this.”

He passed the last picture over to Jackie, whose brows flew up into the air upon seeing it. “Will,” he said softly. “It wasn’t a nightmare, was it?”

“No, I wasn’t scared.”

“Are you sure? This looks kind of scary.”

“But he wasn’t scary. He was pretty nice, and he looked really happy. Or, I remember him looking happy a lot, I think.”

“Hey, can I see t’at?” Marvin didn’t know why the words had popped out of his mouth. He wasn’t even sure he said them until everyone looked his way.

Will shrugged. “Sure.” He took the drawing back from Jackie, then padded over and handed it to Marvin.

The drawing was of a stick figure drawn in gray marker, with squares standing in for clothes and shoes. Darker gray scribbles were done in marker over the stick figure’s head. On top of the scribbles, two black circle eyes and a curved smile mouth were drawn in crayon. The figure also appeared to be crying, but red crayon had been used for the tears. The background was various strokes and sketches done in black and gray crayon.

JJ leaned over to see the drawing. “That’s...a little unusual,” he said slowly. “But I suppose dreams are a little bit weird.”

“...t’s familiar,” Marvin muttered.

“What?”

“I said...never mind.” Marvin rubbed the back of his neck, where all the hairs had suddenly stood up. “I t’ink...maybe I had a dream like t’is once.” He was sure that wasn’t the answer. This felt almost like a memory he’d forgotten. But when would he have seen something like this? Sure, he’d grown used to seeing strange things ever since he’d moved in with a magician, but nothing even close to this. It was probably just his imagination.

Jameson narrowed his eyes. He wasn’t buying this one bit. But this wasn’t the time to get into it. “We can talk about it later,” he muttered.

Jackie and Anti, who’d been quietly talking among themselves, suddenly broke off. “Well, if you don’t need anything else to be fixed or hacked, I think it’s time for us to go,” Anti said. “Will still has homework.”

“It’s just math.” Will made a face. “I’m ahead in that.”

“But do you want to stop being ahead in that? No. But at least it’s only one worksheet, and maybe we can...I dunno, get something special afterwards? It’s close to the end of the school year, after all.”

Will’s eyes lit up. “Alright, then!” He gathered up his drawings. “Bye Michelle.”

Michelle hopped down and gave Will a quick hug. “Bye, Will! I’m gonna put these in the archives now.” And with a skip, she rushed off to the kitchen.

“Oh hey, we’re still meeting at Schneep’s this Saturday, right?” Anti asked.

“Uh, unless he suddenly gets...‘injured on the job,’ yeah,” Jackie nodded. “In fact I was thinking...we could have even more people meet us there.”

“Really?” Anti folded his arms. “Who?”

Jackie’s eyes flicked over to where JJ and Marvin were still sitting on the couch. “Oh no,” JJ said. “No, we couldn’t possibly—this sounds like it’s your thing, we shouldn’t interfere with that.”

“No, it’s fine,” Jackie shrugged, adjusting his glasses. “It’s always good to meet more people. And besides, Anti needs more friends.”

“Wh—no, I don’t, I’m fine,” Anti insisted.

Jackie sighed. He looked over at JJ. “You know, sometimes I think he likes to be called Anti because he’s antisocial.”

“That wasn’t funny the first fifty times.”

“I mean...it woul’ be nice t’get outta the house,” Marvin said slowly. “Haven’ done t’at in a while.”

“So then, you should come!” Jackie said eagerly. “Get to know Schneep better, he’ll be happy to see you. He’s got a bit of a...shocking personality, though.”

Anti rolled his eyes.

JJ bit his lip, thinking, then shrugged. “Alright. If you insist it wouldn’t be...intrusive in any way, we’ll come.”

“Yes!” Jackie smiled. “I promise you won’t regret it.” He turned to Anti. “And you won’t either. You’ll see.”

“Alright, fine, I’ll consider it,” Anti scowled. “Now if you’ll excuse me, Will has been tugging on my jacket for the last minute, trying to get me to leave.”

Will self-consciously dropped his hand. “You talk a lot,” he said defensively.

“You’ll talk a lot when you’re a grown-up too. But don’t worry, we’re going now.” Anti opened the front door, turning around for one last goodbye. “See you later, Jackie.”

“See you, Anti. Remember: Saturday!”

“Yeah, I got it.” The door swung closed again.”

Jackie turned to JJ and Marvin. “Are you two ready to leave now too? Or would you like to stay some more?”

Marvin pushed to his feet, leaning on his cane. “I t’ink I’m ready to go now. Ah...thank you...for your help, doctor.”

“Jackie, remember. And it was no problem, I was glad to help. Need anything else?”

“No, I’m fine,” Marvin said.

JJ stood up. “Thank you for having us, Jackie.”

“You know, I’m still going to say no problem.” A smile quirked at the edge of Jackie’s mouth. “I’ll text you to remind you about the plan for Saturday. Give you the address. Oh, and lemme get the door for you right now.” Jackie reopened the door that Anti had previously closed.

“Thanks,” JJ said. “C’mon, Marvin. Goodbye, Jackie!”

“Goodbye you two! See you later!”

The moment the door had closed behind them and they were once again outside, JJ turned to Marvin. “What do you think? Good visit?”

Marvin considered this. “It was...certainly more helpful than I t’ought it woul’ be.” He paused. “Jems, would you...mind if I leaned on you for a bit?”

JJ smiled. “Not at all, Marvin.”

[antiquechampagne]

Mixed Media - Ch1 - Deja Vu

Watching the way the dining room light danced on the surface of the diamonds facets, Rita idly spun her wedding ring around her finger with her right hand. She was having a hard time concentrating on her son’s prattling; something about another kid in his first grade class. Her stomach lurched.

“Isn’t that funny, mom?” Jackson asked, turning to her.

Snapping back to reality, all Rita could manage was, “Oh… yeah. Sure.”

“Are you feeling alright?” Declan put his fork full of spaghetti down.

Rita had to ruminate for a moment on her husband’s question. She had felt off most of the day, but it was only at dinner that her stomach had really began to bother her. As she concentrated on her body, she could sense the beginnings of a migraine starting to burrow its way into her brain.

“I’m sorry, hon,” Rita rubbed her temples. “I haven’t felt good most of the day.”

“Why don’t you take it easy on the couch with your tea? We can handle the rest of dinner, can’t we, chap?”

“Sure.” Jackson nodded. Rita rose from the table and headed to the living room. “I hope you feel better, mom.”

“Thanks, guys.” She patted his shoulder. “I hope so too.”

Rita spent the next half an hour listening to the distant clink of silverware, the tea doing nothing for her turbulent state of health. Next, she heard the sink in the kitchen and laughter as her family cleaned up after their meal. Soon after, Declan leaned through the doorway to check on her.

“The TV isn’t on? You must really be sick if you aren’t even gaming. Guess that means you won’t be writing tonight either.”

Rita shook her head. Even if she had felt up to it, she had been suffering for writers block for over a week. Sitting at a computer was not in her cards tonight.

“Maybe it was the sweet rolls Tracey brought in.” She frowned. “My stomach is flopping around like a fish.”

“Why don’t you go to bed? You look like hell. I’ll take Jack up to the park for an hour or so before bed. It should keep us out of your hair and knock him out.”

Rita really wanted to refuse, to try to help Declan out with their nighttime routine, but she knew better. She was no help in the state she was in.

Trailed by her husband, Rita slipped into bed. Declan placed a glass of water and her cellphone on the nightstand, just in case she needed to get ahold of them at the park.

“Feel better, Love.” He said as the door closed behind him, leaving her in the dark. She only allowed herself to relax once she heard the front door close, the whole house silent in her family’s absence. Slowly, Rita drifted off to an uneasy sleep.

Rita woke from the blackness, her body jostling side to side. A cool breeze chilled her face. Thinking she might have left a window open, Rita slowly opened her eyes. It took a few blinks to register the tall green conifer trees passing by, breaking up a hazy sky. The rough wooden seat dug into her legs through her thin pajama pants. She tried to wipe her face, only to find her hands bound together. Why could she hear the clopping of horse hooves?

“Hey, you. You’re finally awake.”

Rita’s eyes focused on the man across from her. He looked to be clothed in something from a renaissance festival, with long blond braided hair and bushy facial hair. The last remnants of her headache retreated from her mind.

“You were trying to cross the border, right? Walked right into that Imperial ambush, same as us, and that thief over there.”

Rita groaned, cutting off the grumbling thief. “You have got to be kidding me. That’s it… No more 6-hour Skyrim streams on a work night. This dream has great resolution though.”

A soldier clothed in red armor shouted back at the group. “Shut up back there!” he ordered.

The thief, shivering in his rags, turn to the man sitting next to Rita. “And what’s wrong with him?”

Before the chatty prisoner could answer, Rita cut in.

“Don’t worry, I got this…” She pointed as best she could to each man as she talked. “Your name is Lokir, a horse thief from Rorikstead. He’s Ralof, a Stormcloak soldier from Riverwood, that guy next to me is the big shot himself, Ulfric Stormcloak.” The three men stared at her, sitting there in front of them rolling her eyes. She shrugged. “If you are going to be in a meme-dream, you might as well shake things up a bit. Am I right? Do you even have any idea how many times I have restarted my character in this game?”

Lokir broke out of his trance first. “Ulfric? The Jarl of Windhelm? You're the leader of the rebellion. But if they captured you... Oh gods, where are they taking us?”

Rita jumped in again. “Helgen. Here’s a free tip, Lokir. If you don’t run, maybe you'll live past the tutorial.”

“Well then, what village are you from, stranger?” a confused Ralof asked.

“Indianapolis.”

“Never heard of such a place.”

“I’m not from around here.”

Ralof waxed poetic, the gravity of his words worn thin on Rita's ears. “A Nord’s last thoughts should be of home.”

The cart rounded the bottom of the hill, steadily rolling through the rocky walls of Helgen.

A guard called out. "General Tullius, sir! The headsman is waiting!"

Rita had heard these words so many times before; she ignored most of them. Instead focusing on the world around her. She could smell the cooking fires of the barracks and homes they passed mixing with the smell of the animals. Birds sang, their songs echoing off the masonry and high mountain peaks above their heads. The bounce of the cart rolling over the cobblestones was making her back ache. As they pulled up to the small square in front of Helgen's main tower, Rita was transfixed momentarily at the detail of the thatched roofs that surrounded her.

The cart began to slow.

Rita was brought by to the present by the thief's shaking voice. "Why are we stopping?"

"Why do you think?' Ralof answered. "End of the line." The cart came to an abrupt stop. "Let's go. Shouldn't keep the gods waiting for us."

"I wonder why there isn't ambient music. It's so weird without it." Rita shook her head.

Lokir pleaded with the soldier to no avail. "No! Wait! We're not rebels!" Each of them were roughly shooed out of the cart.

"Face your death with some courage, thief." Rolaf admonished.

"You've got to tell them! We weren't with you! This is a mistake!" Lokir's nerves were shot. He shifted his weight back and forth on his feat, itching for any opening.

An Imperial Commander in front of them barked out an order. "Step towards the block when we call your name. One at a time!"

Next, she leaned over to Ralof, "Empire loves their damn lists, am I right?" Ralof cocked an eyebrow down at her.

An Imperial with a list read out the first name. "Ulfric Stormcloak, jarl of Windhelm." Ulfric strode defiantly across the cobbles.

Ralof stood proudly, watching his commander go."It has been an honor, Jarl Ulfic!"

The roll call continued. Ralof was next to be called forward. Rita knew who was next. Rita leaned close to Lokir.

"Dude, Lokir... don't run. They’re just going to shoot you." She could tell he wasn't listening. He looked like a rabbit cornered and scared, eye wide and breathing fast.

"Lokir of Rorikstead."

"No, I'm not a rebel! You can't do this!" Faster than Rita had remembered, he bolted across the courtyard.

"HALT!" the Captain commanded.

Full of adrenaline and terror, Lokir taunted back, "You're not going to kill me!"

Rita rolled her eyes as the order was issued for the archers to stop Lokir's escape.

"Anyone else feel like running?" The Imperial Captain scanned the crowd, daring each of them to test the aim of those under her command.

The Imperial soldier with the checklist looked Rita up and down as he checked his list.

"Wait. You there. Step forward. Who are you?"

Rita left the line. "Well, I don't look much like a Khajiit this time, do I?"

"Enough with the funny business. Where do you hail from?"

"I don't think you have where I am from on any map around here."

"You are trying my patience, prisoner."

Rita raced through the possibilities. "I guess I would be a Breton, I suppose?"

"Name."

"Rita Edwards."

He turned to his commander. "Captain. What should we do? She's not on the list."

"Forget the list. She goes to the block."

Rita followed as the Captain instructed, straining her ears, filtering out those who spoke around her. A shape caught her eye. The soldier nearest the wall had a sword strapped to his belt, but something about it stuck out to her. It took a moment for her to realize it was the wrong kind of sword. The hilt and pommel glinted gold in the sun, the blade straight. It was a Chinese officer sword.

"That shouldn't be there..." Rita didn't have time to contemplate it as a distant roar echoed off the mountains. She could hardly repress a smile.

"What was that?" the soldier asked.

The boring dialog droned on. Rita looked to the sky, catching glimpses through the trees and buildings of a foreboding shape nearing the town. She was so distracted she didn't notice her name being called. A soldier roughly shoved her forward, towards the chopping block, the stone already bloodied from the prisoner before her. She hesitated. Being this close to so much blood turned her stomach worse than her dinner had. A coppery-sweet scent wafted to her nose as she was shoved to her knees.

"Can't we just skip this part?" This was entirely too real for her. A pair of meaty hands pressed her head to the stone, soaking the side of her face in still-warm blood.

"Come on, Alduin..." Rita muttered under her breath as the headsman raised his axe.

Right on cue, a giant dragon landed on the top of the tower. Screams and shouts filled Rita's ears. Fire rained down, setting the town a blaze, scattering people in every direction. All this Rita had expected... what she didn't understand was why the wrong dragon had attacked Helgen. Alduin wasn't calling down meteor showers or unleashing an unrelenting force. Instead, a blight-heralding archdemon sat above them breathing down fire, resplendent with its corrupt leathery purple-black skin. It was the wrong dragon.

"What the fuck, Todd?!"

[exspiravited-a]

𝚆𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚘𝚋𝚎𝚛 𝟸𝟶𝟷𝟿 𝙳𝚊𝚢 𝟷𝟷 - 𝚂𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎

Giratina found it was a tad easy to scare her kids. Most other ghosts didn’t make them flinch, but she had become an expert at startling them. For Alastor, all it took was some finagling with her distortion to make his computer seem corrupt, emitting horrific shrieking noises and even smoke. She’d let him think he’d fixed it, before something on the screen would pop up suddenly, screaming and causing him to fall from his chair. 

Elys was a bit harder to scare, admittedly. Giratina had to really pull out the stops for her. Messing with mirrors seemed to do it. She’d set up an elaborate hall of mirrors within the home, before Elys got back from the arcade. Mirrors were Giratina’s domain, and she could do with them as she pleased. Elys’ reflection stuttering, not lining up properly, and acting different was what startled her. Her own reflection, talking back at her in a voice vastly different.  

She’d managed to scare her kids well enough, though revenge was so, so sweet.

                                                                        -

“Mom!” Alastor’s frantic voice woke her from her light slumber, eyes blearily blinking through the darkness. It was unlike him to be loud. “Alastor?” She’d reply groggily, sitting up and rubbing her eyes. “What’s up, kid?” Giratina got out of bed, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.

“Elys, her... she... we were playing Minecraft, and she blew my house up, so... we fought and I-- I cut her arm off on accident.” 

Now she was awake. “Alastor!” Her voice was full of terror. “Alastor, please tell me you didn’t. Please tell me this is a joke.” It felt like someone had dumped ice water on her. “No-- No, it’s not, I-- it was an accident! I didn’t mean to! She was going to stab me in the face, I-- I didn’t want to cut her arm off! We were in the living room--” Giratina immediately rushed from her room, skipping the stairs entirely and jumping down them like a cat, landing at the bottom.

“Elys?” Giratina called out, hurrying into the living room. And there she was, sitting on the floor with bright purple blood covering the flooring and herself. She was cradling a stump with her good arm. Her only arm. And she was crying. Giratina had never seen Elys cry before, ever. That alone startled her greatly.

“Oh my god. Oh my god. Elys, your arm--” Giratina was starting to panic just a bit. “Oh god, what do I do? I can’t fix this. Do I take you to the hospital? Where-- Where did the rest of your arm go?” 

Elys sniffled, hiccuping as sobs shook her shoulders. “Mom, I didn’t mean to make Alastor mad. It was an accident. I thought it’d be funny to blow up his house...” Speak of the devil, Alastor soon appeared in the living room as well, crouching by his sister.

“Elys, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to.” Alastor looked at Giratina, frowning. “And mom, I’m sorry too.... I’m sorry that... you fell for it.” He’d add, grinning and laughing. Elys soon started to laugh too, unfolding her arm from her shirt and wiping her eyes.

Giratina slumped to the floor, putting a hand on her forehead. “Jesus fucking Christ you guys. I thought I was about to have a heart attack somehow. Did you look up makeup tutorials on YouTube just for this? Is that why my makeup went missing? And I’m assuming the blood is fake, isn’t it?” She let out a long sigh, bringing her kids into a tight hug. “You guys really got me good. I had no idea what I was going to do.” Giratina stayed like that for a moment, before pulling back and looking at them.

“If this is the level you’re willing to stoop to just to scare me... I think I have some planning to do as payback.”

[nancywheelxr]

Brainy getting corrupted somehow (basically his own version of Red Kryptonite) and Kara having to take him down

Look, this idea broke my heart??? Are you trying to make me cry because damn. I’m still shook

The funny thing is–

*

“Kara, you have to do it,” Alex takes her aside, away from the other agents’ prying eyes. She wipes a tear with her sleeve, ignoring the way it smudges black from the soot. “There’s no other way. We– if there were– I’m sorry.”

“I know. Alex, I know, but I can’t. You can’t ask me to do this,” she shakes her head frantically as if that would make any of this go away. If only– no. There’s no making it better. “There has to be another way, I can’t just– just kill him!”

“We can’t let him do this either,” Alex sighs, pulling her into a hug, “I know this is a terrible situation, and I hate it too. But don’t you think it’s what he would have wanted? The Brainy I know, the real Brainy, would never forgive himself for hurting all these people.”

“Alex, I can’t– I know you’re right, but. How can I? I love him,” Kara shuts her eyes, willing the words to stop echoing on her mind so much. She’s already hurting all over, a deep kind of ache that spreads like wildfire on her veins, she doesn’t need to keep burying the knife over and over. “Promise me– promise me you’ll keep looking. Until the end, you’ll keep looking for another way?”

“I promise,” her sister nods, and the stubborn look on her eyes is enough to make Kara believe her. “Lena is down in the labs right now, she hasn’t stopped working ever since she arrived. If anyone can find a way out, it’s her.”

Kara smiles sadly, “I know. We have to keep hoping, right?”

*

The funny thing is, they don’t even notice at first.

*

“Supergirl,” Alex’s voice rings through the comm. She barks her name, sharp-edged and drawing blood with each vowel. They both know what the next words are gonna be. “You have to do it now. He’s connected to the mainframe of the building, it’s our only shot.”

Kara is so tired, she just wants this to be over. No, that’s not true. She just wants things to go back to normal before all this begun, before Brainy got infected and slowly went crazy. Before a time where her sister has to put up a shoot on sight alert on his name because he’s too dangerous for her agents to subdue.

“Kara, there’s no more time,” Alex continues, softer, “you have to install the malware. You have to stop him.”

“I don’t know if I can,” Kara confesses, hand hovering over the computer, pen drive clutched so tightly on her fist, she’s half-afraid it might crack. She’s half-hoping it will.

“You have to. Do it because you love him, because you know he would never want any of this.”

And he wouldn’t. Brainy would be horrified if he saw all the damage, the body count– he would never forgive himself. But Kara– she’s Supergirl. She doesn’t kill, she’s a symbol of hope, of second chances, of salvation. How can she break her rule now? With him of all people?

“I am so sorry, Kara,” Alex says, and the waver on her voice– she’s crying. “But we’re all out of options.”

“You should have listened to her,” his voice is so different while staying the same. There’s a coldness, a detachment from everything, a cruel indifference lining the words that have never been there before. It sends a chill down her spine. “It was your only shot.”

She thought she had been ready to face him again, but with the red light blinking from his implants, the sickly paleness of his blue skin– she had been wrong.

*

The funny thing is, they don’t even notice at first.

When he speaks of looking into old case files, Kara brushes it off unconcernedly, finds his curiosity endearing. And when he mentions Fort Rozz, she shrugs with the unpreoccupied ease of a case closed so long ago.

She never thinks of Indigo.

It never crosses her mind she might have left something behind.

Something fundamental shifts, but the world keeps spinning.

*

“Please,” Kara begs, she’s not ashamed of it, “don’t make me do this. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Silly girl, as if you could,” Brainy– not Brainy. The sickness, the virus poisoning his brain, laughs. Once, Kara read about a type of fungi that infected ants and took control of their bodies. She thinks it must look a lot like this. “Besides, you are weak. You are pitifully attached, you could never bring yourself to hurt me.”

“Brainy,” she calls, hoping her voice might reach him. He wasn’t wrong, she can’t bring herself to give up on him. “I know you’re still in there. I’m trying to save you, but I need you to help me. Come back. We can fix this, I promise. It’ll be okay.”

“There is nothing left for you to save,” he tells her, casually cruel, and leans closer into her space. It’s meant to be threatening, and it kind of is, or, it would be if it weren’t his first mistake.

Back when she had been in college, a hopeful, optimistic freshman with dreams of changing the world in ways that didn’t involve flying in a cape, Alex had sat her down on their old couch in Midvale. She had warned Kara about frat boys and statistics and how she might be an alien, but she should leave her powers as a last resort only. So Alex had dropped a can of pepper spray on her lap and handed her a taser.

Now, Kara turns it to the highest setting and stabs it to his side.

She watches as the electricity short circuits his implants, watches as he falls to the floor, still writhing with the aftershocks. And she tells herself this is the kinder option.

*

The funny thing is, they don’t even notice at first.

A harsh word, an argument that spirals out of control, a reckless decision. They justify it away because come on, everyone has bad days, right?

Kara blames herself, in the I should have known kind of way, but the excuses fall so easily from her lips–

Until Brainy snaps.

*

“Supergirl, what did you do?” Alex demands as Kara carries him unconscious into the DEO, on her way down to the labs, “what’s going on?”

“I can’t do it, Alex,” Kara doesn’t stop, keeps walking only out of courtesy to her sister, “we’re not killing him. We’ll have to find another way– Lena!”

“Supergirl? Is that–” To her credit, Lena Luthor only needs one look to bite back any questions, hurrying to clean out one of the metal tables, papers and test tubes and pens falling to the floor. “I don’t know how to bring him back,” she says, “but I’m assuming you have something in mind?”

“Yeah. I mean, no, not really,” Kara pauses, getting herself together. She lays him down on the table, aching at how peaceful he looks without those dreadful red lights. It’s almost– almost as if it never happened. “I just couldn’t bring myself to do it. So I thought, maybe if we had more time then you could, I don’t know. Maybe all we need is a little more time.”

“Supergirl,” Alex finally catches up, wrapping an arm around Kara’s shoulder, “there might not be a cure.”

“Maybe. But we fixed me when I got poisoned with red kryptonite. You never gave up on me. I can’t give up on him either,” she tells the room, a dangerously clear back off in her voice. “Lena, do you think you can replicate the cryo-sleep from the Legion’s Cruiser? I’m sure Winn had been studying it before he left–”

“Yeah, I can look into it, but if he left his notes then it shouldn’t be too hard. L-Corp has already been developing something quite similar,” she trails off, rushing for her computer, distracted with new ideas to consider.

“Then, if he’s asleep, he can’t hurt anyone. I know it doesn’t fix anything, but it buys us time,” Kara looks down at Brainy, at the singed mark on his uniform where her taser had hit him. “Time to find another way. Maybe– when Winn comes back, he was the one that wrote the malware you wanted to use, between him and Lena, there’s no way they won’t figure something out.”

Alex sighs, exhaling the weight of the world from her shoulders. “I hope you’re right,” she shakes her head, eyeing the prone figure that once upon a time used to be Brainy with wary eyes. “I really hope you’re right.”

And as Kara looks on, standing a silent vigil, she agrees with her sister. The choice she made today might cost people’s lives if they fail, but Kara is selfishly in love and Supergirl doesn’t kill.

So instead, she hopes.

[em0x0]

You mess up, big time. Part 2

Jason Todd x Venom (kind of get Tim into it just for fun

Warning: messy plot, curse, violence.

“I didn’t come all this way for a coffee, Eddie.” Jason, who is clearly annoyed.

“Someone wake up on the wrong side of the bed. I bought you coffe so would you do me a favour and hack into Life Foundation?”

“What, you are still on that? What are you looking for anyway?”

“Hear me out, I got and interview with them and I really need something solid, so it would at least seem like I know what I am talking about and might push them to talk.”

“They are actually doing an interview with you? Do they not know what you have done?” Which mean all those corrupted company Eddie took down in the past.

“I guess not. Or they are playing ignorance.”

“Yea, big company do have a tendency of doing that.”

“So, can you do some hacking or not? Kind of need it by tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow, are you serious?”

“Yes, sorry is so last minute.”

“Fine... you own me big time! That coffee is shit by the way.” “Since big time reporter need his super secret document, I better get to work. I am going to send you the file tonight.”

“Yea, yea. I own you, thanks!”

Jason is not the greatest hacker if he have to be completely honest, he is more physical like making a bomb and using his gun right in the action. Not behind a computer screen.

Jason spended hours trying to hack into the system of Life Foundation, but still cant get into the research part. And he decided to ask for foreign aid, aka Tim.

“What do you want Jason?”

“Are you out on patrol today?”

“No.”

“Great, can you help me hack into Life Foundation? The new research they are doing specifically.”

“You in San Fansico?”

“Yea, can you help??”

“Why are you doing this?” It’s actually quite surprising that Tim would ask anything, in their line of ‘work’ hacking into big company is like a daily chore, so that should not be anything but ordinary. Well apparently not Jason guess.

“It’s just a favour for a friend.”

“Don’t know what you are getting yourself into, but be careful.” “Okay. I got it. Jus.. they are doing all kind of experiment on human.”

“Well, that’s was quick. Whatever that is mind send me a copy of it?” Jason wonder if he should call earlier.

“Just did. I got to go Bruce is calling me.”

“Alright, thanks. Own you a coffee, Tim.”

While Eddie go and have an interview with Carlton Drake, Jason have a plan of his own as well. There is a researcher position open in the company, it does beg the question of why is ther a position open. But see how much Carlton love doing experiment on human, it will not surprise Jason that a unlucky researcher might end up being a lab rat for Carlton. In Jason opinion building a fake identity with extensive science background is much easier than hacking. Peter Rodd it is.

“Hi, Peter. I’m Dora Skirth the chief scientist for this project.” Dora leading Jason ‘Peter’ to a control panel infront of a glass cell with a round vault with some kind of goo in it have a rufous-ish colour.

“Keep an eye on this, and the monitor over there.”

“Okay.”

Jason sit down infront of the cell and start monitoring the wave and movement as told by Dr.Skirth. Jason phone buzz.

“I mess up, they kick me out.” Text from Eddie. Jason is far from surprise, Eddie is very much like him could be over power by instinct and mess things up. Hot headed. Implosive.

“Well, I got a position in their lab. But cant move yet, probably have to wait till everyone is off.” Jason send a text back to Eddie.

Then Jason hear a familiar voice, it’s Tim. Jason lean over the panel and see, it is Tim, who currently is talking with Carlton Drake. Then it click, they are both Drake! They are related.

“Why did you hack into my system, cousin.” Oh they are cousin, that’s totally make sense Jason think. It’s very unusual that Tim would get caught like that, Carlton must be good at that.

“Just curious about your research.” Good going Tim, he really is not the best liar.

“You can just ask you know, cousin.” Then Carlton start leading Tim toward where Jason is.

“Let me show you.” “Open the door.” Carlton ordered which is for Jason, since his is siting at the control panel. Jason of course do as the man said, slightly panic because don’t know what Tim reaction would be when he saw him and what the man plan to do. After the door to the glass cell open, Carlton urge Tim to go in and show him the goo in the vault.

“We call them symboite, they can’t survive without a host on earth. So we are trying to find one for them.” Jason as this instant know exactly wha going to happen, start to think we he can do to get Tim out.

Tim didn’t realise Jason standing outside and behind the panel, probably too occupy by the fact that he might very soon be consumed by some sort of alien life form. Jason is wearing a lab coat but he did have a flash grenade on him in case he need a quick exit. He just really hope the impact is enough to break the glass, so he throw it like a baseball pitcher and the glass did break. Jason immediately jump across the panel and grap Tim, and start run. Jason did not realise at that moment Tim is not the only one he break out of the lab.

Security is already chasing them, and with guns. Jason really regret not having more than a flash grande on him. This is just not very great odds.

“Hum, so what’s the plan?” Tim ask when they turn a corner and loses the gruad for a bit.

“Do I look like someone that have a plan.”

Tim somehow can still roll his eye while they both running.

Then they heat a dead end, look like a back door but its lock. Then Jason without thinking just through himself to the door and the door break open like some miracle.

“You are stronger than I thought.”

“Well, I’m stronger than I thought.”

Lucky for Jason and Tim the Life Foundation is like a maze, so losing some security guard is easier then they thought. But unlucky for the security guard.  

“We lose them.” a guard rush back to the lab and report back to Carlton 

“How can you lose them we are on a fucking island. Where can they go? Keep looking, and bring back my creature.” Everyone in the lab is stunted by how furious Carlton is. It is rare to see the stoic and ascetic CEO so emotional.  

“Copy that.”

“Still can’t believe we make it out alive.” Tim sign after they cross the bridge and on the way back to down town.

“Really? I definitely had been in worst situation than that.”

“Always hated Carl but never thought he would actually try to kill me.”

“Hah, another sibling trying to kill you? He need to get in line.”

“Very funny Jason.”

Jason start to feel a bit nauseous and dizzy, which is not a good thing cause he is the one driving the car.

“Hey, hey! Watch it!” Tim yell, and grip the steering wheel and avoided the tree they nearly crashed into and stoped on the side walk.

“Sorry, feeling a bit under the weather.”

“Yea, its been a long day. How about let me drive you home.”

“I got a safe house in china town.”

“Seriously, how did you get safe house everywhere.”

“I am pretty sure you know how.”

Few more turn, they arrive and Jason is sweating like he just have a shower.

“Hey, you sure you are okay? You look terrible.”

“Probably caught something in the lab, but don’t worry I think it going to off soon.”

“Okay, just call me if you need anything.”

“Thanks.”

Jason can feel his phone buzzing but he is to tired to even look at who that might be. Dozing off on the way through his kitchen, and fell down on the floor.

When Jason wake up he his cover in chocolate powder.

“What the fuck?”

“FINALLY, DO YOU HAVE ANYMORE OF THAT.”

“What? Who’s there?” Looking around his apartment but no one seem to be there. That’s new, the joker never show up like that.

“I AM NO JOKER.”

“Who... who is this again?” He can see a slight reflection of a rufous colour creature on the window. Jason instinctly run toward the window and open it. But there is nothing there.

“I AM TOXIN.”

“Toxin? Like chemical and stuff?”

“NO. YOU PEOPLE CALL US SYMBIOTE, WE COME FROM A PLANET, KLYNTAR.”

{Oh, right symbiote...Jason feel like he got a parasite or something.}

“I AM NOT A PARASITE!”

“What!? You can hear my thoughts?”

“JUST LIKE YOU CAN HEAR ME.” “ENOUGH CHIT CHAT I WANT FOOD!”

“What do you eat though?”

“BRAIN ORGAN SOMETHING FRESH.”

“No, no brain and no organ.”

Jason walk to the kitchen and try to find something to eat, don’t know if it’s the influence of the symbiote or he is just genuinely hungry. Jason is so glad that he just stock up with microwave meal, he love to cook but these days he rarely have time for that. Jason grip one and go put it in the microwave. 

“THAT I WANT TO EAT THAT!”

“Chocolate?” Jason pass the chocolate to the symbiote who had peek out of Jason’s shoulder into a little puppet like figure and quickly snitch the chocolate out of Jason’s hand and finished it without even chewing. “hey! watch it, you nearly bite my hand off.” 

“DO YOU HAVE ANYMORE OF THAT?” 

Jason look into the cupboard to see if he still have anymore, but no luck. 

“I will go buy some after I finish that.” Jason gesturing toward his microwave meal. 

“HURRY. OR I MIGHT JUST EAT YOUR LIVER.”

“okay, calm down. I will hurry.” Jason think his is short tempered enough, surprise to find ‘someone’ who is worst then him. 

Jason finish the meal even though it burned his mouth. 

“Hey, Jason. Did you have someone over?” The nice old lady the live next door asked him. 

“Oh, no. I am just on the phone. Sorry if I am too loud.” 

“No, no. Don't worry about it dear. I brake some chocolate chip cookie you want some?”

“I am on my way out, maybe next time. thanks.” When Jason about to turn around and wave the old lady goodbye, and the symbiote yelled. “I WANT SOME.” (Jason is so glad the symbiote is not actually yelling and only he can hear.) “Second thought, I would like some.” 

The old lady put some cookie in a paper bag and hand it to Jason. This make Jason miss the cookie Alfred made, which is one of the reason Jason initially decided not to have the cookie. Nostalgia never mean anything good to him. 

Jason walk to the fire escape stairs and start offering the cookie to the symbiote. 

note: There might or might not have a follow up. Sorry for all the grammatical error. 

art by: ineedcats

[thehonorwithinau]

Story 3

STEM was, as it turned out, a living nightmare. Or was it a...sleeping nightmare? Technically, wasn’t this some kind of mental landscape the Core’s AI created? What the hell did that make it? Corvo wasn’t sure, but in the end, he supposed it didn’t matter.

What did matter was the monsters that populated the place, things that he was almost positive shouldn’t exist except in the depths of an old horror film relegated to the annals of B-movie history. The...zombies? Were they zombies? Whatever they were, they looked like half-drowned creatures that wandered out of one of the many flooded areas of the city, and would attack as soon as he saw them. And on top of them were the starfish that clung to walls only to leap at him with undersides covered in barbs and fangs, the clouds of mosquito-winged lampreys, and the giant, rotting crabs.

It reminded him of his college years, weirdly, in Aramis Stilton’s dorm room playing that old tabletop game on weekends. Only there were no tiny painted figurines or dice with way too many sides...just monsters. 

He’d found a gun on a thankfully unmoving dead body and stole that and the clips on the man’s belt, and there was a knife sticking out of a ruined wall covered in odd, esoteric graffiti that he borrowed as well. Can never be too armed, especially in a horror movie he’d had no idea he was walking into.

Even if there were some things he just couldn’t fight. There was something in the water, he’d realized -- two somethings. One of them looked like some sort of monstrous mermaid, and though it didn’t attack him, just sang what sounded like whale noises, the other thing....it was some kind of gigantic octopus, rotting like the rest of the beasts in this place and covered in bleeding wounds as well as broken glass and steel pipes. It smelled like cheap alcohol, he’d noticed, and as strange as that was it at least let him know when the thing was nearby. And that was a good thing, given that it would chase him like a wolf that sighted a rabbit if it caught sight of him.

Like now, for example.

Corvo turned a corner at a sprint, nearly tripping over an upended trashcan and vaulting over a crashed car as the thing followed him in the water-filled crack in the world beside the road he was on, tentacles lashing out and the metal debris in them digging gouges in the tarmac and concrete.

“Fuck!” Corvo swore, barely dodging one of the flailing limbs and wincing as the edge of the debris caught his skin and drew a red line across his forearm. 

“Over here!” Someone shouted, and that alone nearly made him fall over his feet -- someone else? In here? Someone still sane? Regardless, he turned quickly in that direction, all but throwing himself  through the doorway of the small, still mostly intact building on the street corner. The other man slammed the door shut and sank down against it to join Corvo on the floor with a sigh. “That son of a bitch is sure stubborn,” he said, amused. “I think it likes you.”

“It can go fuck itself,” Corvo grunted, sitting up and brushing himself off, before looking at his would-be savior. The man looked to be about his age, perhaps a year or three older, with short dark hair and a five-o’clock shadow. He’d apparently once been wearing a suit, though the jacket was long since gone and his shirtsleeves were rolled up and the tie loosened -- and Corvo noted with some surprise a black priest’s collar beneath the dress shirt.

“Didn’t expect to see anyone else alive in here,” he said dryly. “Especially not a priest.”

The man laughed. “Not a practicing one right now, I’m afraid, so you’ll have to go elsewhere for confession.” He held out his hand. “Teague Martin. And before you say anything, I know who you are -- Corvo Attano. I used to work at Empire Trading.”

“Did you?” Corvo asked, absently shaking Martin’s hand. “Left three years ago, then, I imagine.”

“No offense,” Martin said, lifting his hands in placation. “I just wanted to get out of there before the chaos got to my end. Went to work for Mobius, and, well...here we are, both stuck in this crazy computer’s horror show.”

“So there are other people in here,” Corvo said. “Delilah wasn’t too forthcoming.”

“She’s like that,” Martin said, standing, gesturing the other man over to the bar -- because apparently that’s where they were, a bar. “Yes, though, there are other people in here. Maintenance men, people in here to keep an eye on the simulation -- like yours truly -- people testing the place...there were a good few of us in here when the Core went rogue. A lot of us are dead, and more of us are Draugr,” he paused. “Sorry, the zombie things. I started them Draugr because I think I’m funny.”

Corvo snorted. “Not a bad name, though,” he said. “But how is the Core doing that?”

“Our consciousnesses are linked to it by STEM,” Martin explained. “It can corrupt our forms in here, corrupt our minds, and that mental corruption...well, since we are our minds in here, that tends to translate to physical corruption. You succumb to that, you end up a Draugr, or worse.”

“Are all of the monsters in here corrupted minds?” Corvo asked.

“Nope,” Martin said, pouring himself a glass of bourbon and offering the bottle to Corvo. “Some of them are just the Core’s AI being a little fuck. Our minds make things real in STEM, and if it’s not a corrupted mind, it’s a product of that corrupted mind -- and what else is the AI besides a corrupted program?”

Corvo took the bottle of bourbon and stared at it a moment before putting it down, moving around the bar to get a can of soda from the fridge instead. “So this Core...” He said. “It’s just a malfunctioning computer program?”

He couldn’t help but notice Martin hesitate, glass to his lips, before he took a swig of bourbon and sighed. “Yeah,” he said. “Mobius set it up to be the Core of STEM, run the city and connect everyone that plugs into it, but...it got out of control. AIs do that -- we should have watched more sci-fi.” He laughed, but there was something insincere about it. “Regardless, the thing’s crazier than a box of shithouse rats. If it sees you as a threat -- and if you’re here to take it out, then you sure as hell are -- it’ll stop at nothing to take you out.”

“Well, hooray for me,” Corvo deadpanned, sipping at his soda. “It can throw whatever it wants at me. I have a job to do.” And Emily was riding on it. He could face down an entire fucking zoo full of these monsters and he wouldn’t back down: his baby girl needed him. And after failing her so many times in the last three years...

Martin shrugged. “Suit yourself,” he said, sitting back on the barstool. “I’m staying right here until it blows over. Safer that way. I have a zone stabilizer in the back -- it keeps them from getting in here, but the range is incredibly limited: the Core went nuts before we could make ‘em any bigger.”

“Of course it did,” Corvo said. This AI was starting to sound smarter and smarter, wasn’t it? He sighed and took another long drink of the soda, tossing it in the trash and standing. “I’d better get going.”

Martin watched him move back towards the door before pausing. “Wait!” He called, getting up and moving over to one of the tables, where Corvo realized there was a makeshift computer station -- probably cobbled together out of shit from the bar’s office. The former priest grabbed what looked like a really outdated walkie-talkie and tossed it to Corvo, who caught it and clipped it to his belt. “Hang onto that,” he said. “I have the other one. I’m not going anywhere, but if you’re the guy that’s going to get us out, I can at least help. I know a lot about STEM -- and you, obviously, don’t.”

“Right,” Corvo said, rolling his eyes. “And you’re offering to help out of the goodness of your heart.”

Martin just smiled. “Call me if you need me,” he said. Corvo just snorted, giving the other man a wave as he left the bar.

At least he had an ally, even if the man didn’t seem very trustworthy. He’d take what help he could get.

[lets-imagine-fanfics]

Behind the Hack: Part 1

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Pairing: Not gunna tell just yet.  

Fandom: Watch Dogs

A/N: I am sorry but I am now one of those people who LOVE Watch Dogs 2 fics. It is my FAVE game of like allllll time and sooo yeah, I decided to start writing a series (which never goes well, but I have it all planned out this time so...who knows?).

Samantha was sat in the café that her target usually goes to before heading to work to cheat people of all their money, which is how he became so wealthy.  As he orders his drink from the bar Samantha is close enough to be able to hack in to his phone, finding his bank details. As Sam hacks into the phone she can hear the door ding as someone else enters the shop.  

As Marcus walked into the café he was hit with the smell of coffee and hot pastries. The sound of chatter surrounded him which he managed to drown it out. The sound that stuck out to him however was the incessant tapping of keys on a laptop, As Marcus looks around he manages to found the source of the tapping.  

He saw the woman probably in her early twenties, wearing a beanie hiding most of her hair apart from the strands at the back and her fringe. Her t-shirt is a plain white top and her legs are on show with the shorts she is wearing (it's summer, it's hot), on her feet are converse high tops with the American flag on them.   Marcus could see her laptop if he took a step closer to the cash registers. He instantly knew what she was doing as green script was being written against the black background of the computer screen. The woman was hacking.  Just as he is about to hack into her laptop to see what she is up to he hears a man yelling at an employee.  

"Declined! What do you mean my card was declined?!" The man, that Marcus could easily tell was wealthy, yelled. As Marcus turned back around, understanding that the woman most probably hacked into his account, face nothing more than an empty seat. All that was left was a cup of coffee. Marcus scanned the room turning around to find the hacker but only saw the back of her head when he finally looked over at the door, as she walked out of the coffee shop.  

Marcus went to chase after her but it was already to late, in defeat he carried on his day. As he was about to move forward in the line for the cash register he noticed something in the corner of his eye. The cup the hacker had been drinking out of, it had black ink on it. As he moved closer to the cup he could see the black ink was in fact writing. Picking up the cup, he saw it read 'Samantha'.

As the week passes Marcus sees Samantha more and more, always out of reach, always too late. Whenever he saw her she would be carrying her laptop having just hacked someone.  

Finally the day the meet wasn't how Marcus expected the day to go.   It all started as a stealth mission that went wrong, all Marcus was supposed to was download a file from the FBI safe house since they have been taking bribes and working with gangs around San Francisco. Marcus needed to find contacts so he could stop the bribes, cutting the connections between the gangs and the corrupt FBI agents.  

Marcus doesn't know what happened but it ended in a shoot out, more specifically Marcus was running away whilst the FBI shot at and chased him. As Marcus ran through buildings and ally ways to escape the FBI shooting he didn't seem to get any further away, he needed to get a car. He needed to drive away.

Marcus came into the opening as he ran out of another ally. He only sound louder than his heart drumming in his ears was the sound of a car racing towards him. 'This is it' he thought. The car skidded to a halt, Marcus hadn't realised he had closed his eyes until he had to force them open to find an bright yellow Papavero (performance car).  The woman he had been seeing around the city all week in the driving wheel.  

"Don't just stand there, Get in!" Samantha shouted.   Marcus, without hesitation ran to the car, climbing in just in time as Samantha sped off. They managed to evade the FBI once they had Samantha had driven down multiple roads and allies. She eventually managed to hide. As Samantha and Marcus used a police scanner on Samantha's phone as they  waited for the FBI to either stop looking or find them. They both lay in hiding barely breathing.   "Sam"

"What?" Marcus replied in a hushed shout.  

"My name...it's Sam" Sam replied in a similar but more relaxed hushed tone.  

"oh, erm, Marcus"  

"Yeah, I know, I've seen you around recently...and then I hacked your phone" Marcus stared for a second, both of them still practically curled in balls to hide from view. "I didn't get notified that you had hacked in"

"I...." As Sam was about to answer him she became quiet as they saw flashing police lights near by, they waited for them to leave before carrying on "I know, I disabled it".

Marcus was about to reply with something witty but was cut off by the police scanner saying that Sam and Marcus had escaped so they are going to re-group. When they heard the words they never thought they would hear Sam and Marcus both sat up back in their seats as Sam started to drive out of the hiding spot and into some traffic blending in well in the city.  

"So do you know what we do?" Marcus asked.

"er...I'll probably just drop you off and then return the car to its owner" Sam answered honestly, causing Marcus to chuckle.  

"No, Do you know who DedSec is?"

"Oh, The hacker group you're a part of? I'm familiar with your work, Why?"  

"We have been talking about you..."

"thanks.. I guess" Sam interrupted, feigning hurt.

"No, we have seen some hacks you have done, and I have to say – we are all impressed. We was wondering if you wanted to perhaps join our little misfit group"  

Samantha didn't even need to think about it, instantly taking Marcus' offer. They carried on driving until they reached the hackerspace. Marcus lead Sam through the game store, she couldn't help look around as she heard people talk about D&D and other old games, someone mentioned Pokemon (which she hadn't heard in years) and began to question why they where here at all. Until Marcus lead her to a back room leading to a door with graffiti surrounding it. As he entered the pin code she couldn't help but get butterflies, she couldn't wait to meet the group that Marcus had been talking about in the car as they drove here.  

After a long time of waiting they door finally opened revealing stairs to the basement. Sam followed Marcus down the stairs where at the bottom stood a group of people waiting to meet their newest member.   As you looked over their faces you was glad that there would at least be another girl in the team, she was in fact the first person to speak to Sam. "Sam? Right? Loved the coffee guy hack, it was so funny" it was Sitara put it on herself to introduce Sam to everyone. "...and you already met Marcus, all that is left is Wr..." Speak of the devil.  

As Sitara was about to say his name, Wrench strolled into the Hackerspace but stopped as soon as he saw the new member "Hey, who's the new girl"

[prorevenge]

Teacher tells me I am lying about my mother having cancer.

This is a long one with TLDR at bottom

This was in my grade 11 year of high school, My computer class had a year long substitute teacher because our amazing teacher was out for a year working on a government contract. Our previous teacher was outstanding. He had six different classes in our classroom all happening at the same time which were: computer repair, programming lvl1, programming lvl2, networking lvl1, networking lvl2a and lvl2b. He would give a lecture for each of the classes on a specific day of the week, programming on Monday, repair on Tuesday and so on, we would all work in our own groups and everything went quite well.

The next year came around and I found out that we had a sub for the year I had two back to back blocks in this class cause I was doing two courses, I wandered up to the class to see what kind of teacher we were dealing with, mainly interested because i was almost certain whoever they found did not have the credentials to teach at least half of those classes. The new teacher was a foreign woman that none of us have ever heard of before, for the purpose of the story we will call her Mrs. S.

I went and found my friends to tell them what I had seen. We were all optimistic cause from a very short conversation she seemed quite informed and had a good background.

It didn't last long, on the first day of class Mrs. S introduced herself as a programming teacher who had been in school for four years. She went on to tell us about her programming experience in Microsoft Excel and Microsoft Access. She then told us that the programming students would not be doing the Java and C++ course we had signed up for and would instead be doing database and Excel because those are what she learned and she said and i quote 'they will be more useful than C and The Java'. She also went on to suspend all at lunch clubs because she didn't think high school students could be trusted with computers alone.

Understandably some of us were quite upset about that considering that we came there to program. She also did not give the repair people or the networking people any kind of support and completely stopped their lectures as well, preferring to let them figure it out themselves and 'self teach' without giving any of the resources to do so and occasionally throwing out a test pre-written by the last teacher for her.

This continued for about two weeks till one day she came in and said quite irritated that we would actually be doing 'The Java' now unless we wanted to keep doing database, so we switched to Java and she basically left us out to dry from there. because she wasn't teaching Database anymore she came to harass people in computer repair. First she told us the shop room was too messy and made us throw out 90% of our training workstations and equipment because they were not important in her eyes. Equipment that did not belong to the school but actually belonged to the other teacher. We took home what we could steal for safe keeping but she did end up throwing out a few thousand in equipment.

Then she started imposing stupid rules on us such as;

"You can't have the computer on while you are troubleshooting inside cause you could electrocute yourself"

Or

"You don't need the case open to troubleshoot motherboard lights"

Or my personal favorite and the most scary

"maybe you should change the power supply to 240v if you aren't getting enough power"

We followed most of her stupid requests as much as we could because she threatened to lock us out of the lab room and give us only textbook work if we didn't. Needless to say it was a challenging time. One of the students in the networking area got fed up and started doing up his own course work and lecturing to us so that we could at least get some kind of use out of the courses. To his credit it was all very good but Mrs. S had the balls to force him into doing it from there on out and then turn around and give him low grades for not getting his own work done on time.

A few months of this very uneasy balance go by and my mother comes down with Colon cancer. I have already had a handful of other family members suddenly taken from me by cancer so understandably this is a very stressful time. I was joking with my friends and trying to not break down over the whole thing. I had a very unstable laptop running Linux that would crash if looked at funny and had a horrible habit of corrupting the OS when the battery died because the reserve shutdown sensor didn't work anymore (battery always read 0% but would go for an hour or two). while I was working on the school desktop computer I had a few pages open that I was taking notes in and a facebook tab so I could keep in contact with my mother cause she was in surgery and I was waiting for her to come out. I look over and the teacher is snooping through my laptop opening folders and closing windows and eventually pushes the power button in till it shuts down (which also usually corrupts anything I was doing). The following happened.

M: What the hell do you think you are doing?

S: You shouldn't be on facebook or writing notes on a personal computer during class time, especially when your grades are slipping.

Thanks for bringing that up in front of everyone...

M: That gives you no right to touch my stuff! You better hope you didn't just corrupt everything! this laptop breaks easy.

S: Then you shouldn't have it out during class, keep that tone up and I'll see you get a detention.

At this point I am trying just to keep calm because if I get too emotional I have a tendency to explode. This is often made worse because of my mild autism. I took a second replied in a calmer tone.

M: I'm sorry, I'm just having a hard time at home right now... My mother was diagnosed with Colon Cancer and I am waiting to hear back.

And this is the part which REALLY set me off.

S: You don't look like a kid who's mother has cancer, quit making sob story excuses.

are you FUCKING kidding me‽

It took every fiber of my body not to stand up and slap the bitch right there. I gave her the dirtiest thousand yard stare I think I have ever done while also trying to not burst out crying. I spoke to nobody for the rest of the day till I got home, people kept asking if I was okay and I ignored everyone. My mother was out of the hospital and home by the time I got there. I broke down crying and told her about my day, her face was comforting but you could see the fire of an angry woman behind her brown eyes. She told me not to worry and that it'd be okay.

A few weeks passed and I was called into the office for a one on one parent teacher conference someone forgot to tell me about. There were all the teachers I had that year, good and bad, my Learning assistance teacher the VP and the principal herself. They told me that we were there to discuss my grade slippage as soon as my mother came. My mother was about 10 minutes late, leaving me to awkwardly sit with all these people. She comes in and is all smiles,

M: Sorry I am Late! I got held late at the hospital.

Someone but i'm not sure who asked her why she was at the hospital and if everything is okay. My mother answered in her happy way.

M: I was just getting my C̭̟̦̤̕A̰̣̰̼Ń͕̝̬C̵͕E̯R̥̫͇̹̳͝ checked on, Because I have cancer.

The room went cold and her voice seemingly dripped with blood when she said it, my computers teacher went pale and everyone in the room was giving a confused 'what on earth did you do' look

My mother proceeded to relay me coming crying home about how I was treated to everyone present while Mrs: S tried to become one with the wall of the small meeting room. She kept it short but to paraphrase added the following.

M: How dare you say something so careless to my son, I hope you are ashamed and I hope you don't get invited back for another year.

She then returned back to her normal happy self and discussed my grades like nothing happened whilst half the teachers were still trying to figure out what just happened and told them that now she was out of the hospital my grades should improve again. I just sat quiet the whole time and tried to suppress bursting out laughing.

After that day she never directly spoke to me again, had instructions relayed through other people or gave them to the class as a whole, she did her damnedest to be nowhere near me and say nothing to me. My grades improved quite a bit and the year ended with me passing.

Mrs. S was previously offered a job at the school as a secondary computer teacher but after all the trouble the job was pulled back. The next year when our first computer teacher returned he was furious to learn most of his equipment and personal books had been thrown out, we returned the things that we snagged during the purge but he still lost a few thousand in personal teaching stuff. The school payed him back with 10,000 but he says he lost so much more than that in time and pre-set hand made equipment. We told him all about the horror show and he gave us all an extensive test normally given at the end of the year which the vast majority of us failed, we ended up redoing all the computer courses from the previous year because in his words she didn't even teach us the basics. that sub can no longer teach in this or the neighboring districts

TLDR:

Shitty year long sub fucks us all over, tells me i am faking my mother's cancer and destroys another teachers personal property. Gets ripped into by mother with all my teachers and VP and P present. looses opportunity to work in my district or any surrounding for being unprofessional and not knowing her subject forcing everyone in her class to retake the next year.

(source) (story by flanigomik)