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Ephemeral Flowers

WEEK 3 DAY 7 of Maribat March; BROKEN Part of Staying Whelmed and Erable.

Ships: Dickinette, AdriKon, NatMarc

Summary: They won. Earth was saved from the Reach... but at what cost?

Paris, France June 20, 12:20 CEST

“Everyone get to the shelters!”

Adrien was lucky he was already out when this disaster began. His mom had called to see if he’d been alright, he felt an uneasy squeeze to his heart when he told her that he was in the safety of the Bourgeois hotel; he never liked lying to his mom before, but he didn’t have the choice right now. Not especially after he just got her back.

Somehow, he thought six hurricanes surrounding the Eiffel tower and making their way around the city was easier to handle than their Final Stand barely a month ago.

“You think this has anything to do with the Reach?”

“Most likely, Chaton” Ladybug’s voice was in his ear, the team going around and helping the citizens head to previously designated akuma shelters. Ryuuko had activated Wind Dragon form to try and contain the hurricanes in one place, but they seemed to be more powerful than the average hurricane… y'know, considering there were six.

“Any word from the Team?” Bunnix asked.

“Guys, I know what's causing these things!” Viperion’s voice was hard to hear, a lot of interference where he was. All their devices got pings, each of them showing an oval shaped device floating in the air with a swarm of drones surrounding it, currently in statis.

“What the hell are those things?” Monarch asked, indigo locks, where normally red hair was, blew wildly in the air.

“I’d say that looks pretty alien to me” Paon responded, their embroidered royal blue mask shaping to the same furrowed brow they had. “It's like the Reach’s final present to Earth, if anything. Y’know, one last kick to the heroes and all that.”

“Mon ange, now is not the time to think of how fitting this would be in a writing point of view”

“Look, it's either this or panicking.”

“It.. a.. Eiffel….attack..g hurry!” Viperion’s signal was beginning to cut out, but they all got the idea.

Paris, France June 21, 05:16 CEST

The Dupain-Chengs watched as the Justice league announced that the reach had been defeated; the world was now safe.

The world panicked as machines began to pop up in different places of the world, two even in Paris, but were dealt with by their own heroes. Many had wondered if they would continue once Hawkmoth was defeated, but they continued to protect their home. It was of no real surprise when they teamed up with the other heroes to take down the Reach. But something deep within told them that all was not well when the announcement was made.

“The Reach is being sent back into space and will be awaiting trial Green Lantern Corp.” Captain Atom announced as the crowd began to cheer, but his face was not one of celebration. Wonder Woman taking his place at the podium, sadness and acceptance in her eyes before speaking.

“But it was not without a cost; Today we mourn and celebrate the lives of the Parisian heroes who gave their lives to save the planet”

A hologram appearing behind them, one by one appearing as she said their codenames;

“Souris,Tyger, Paon, Monarch, Bunnix, Taurus, Roi Singe, Pegasus, Ryuko, Viperion, Carapace, Queen Bee, Rena Rouge, Chat Noir and Ladybug.”

The permanent smile on the holograms made Sabine’s heart ache, those young heroes who’d been protecting Paris for more than five years. They had finally defeated their villain only for them to parish.

But she knew there was more to it. She might have been paranoid, but a mother’s instinct was never wrong

“Oh their poor families,” Tom said, shedding a few tears for their beloved heroes. A knock on the door interrupting their solemn thoughts, going downstairs to open it they were surprised to see a red eyed Richard with his younger brother, Tim, and friends, Artemis and Wally.

“Richard? Is everything alright?” Sabine tried calming her voice, but alarms rang in her head as she noticed their matching expressions. The same look of guilt and regret as no one dared look her in the eye.

“I-It’s about Marinette “ Richard softly spoke, the group silently entering the apartment. “I think you need to sit down for this, both of you”

Tom and Sabine shared a look, both instinctively knowing that they would not be seeing their little girl for a long time.

“... She wanted to tell you for so long” Artemis’ voice cracked, handing them a small device. Sabine cradled it in her hands, one last thing from their daughter she was sure. Pressing the sole button on the device a hologram popped up before them; Marinette was there from the waist up, as though she had been sitting when recording this message, the only identifiable item of clothing was a black zipped up half-jacket.

‘Hi maman, papá. If you’re seeing this then it must mean that my mission is complete or I gave it my best til the bitter end’ her little girl looked so tired, as though the weight of the world was on her shoulders. Had she always looked like that?

``I don’t know how long I have before our final fight, but I gave it to Dick so he’d give it to you guys just in case. For nearly the past seven years, I have been at the front of what seemed to be an endless war. I’m sure I’ve changed, hopefully into a respectable woman that will make you proud. The truth is…’

‘Please don’t.’ Sabine stubbornly thought as the tears welled up in her eyes, her husband's squeeze on her hand tightened as they heard her next line, a familiar mask being placed on her face. The world froze and her blood grew cold.

‘I am Ladybug; wielder of the Miraculous of Luck and Creation, Guardian of Miracles and Protector of Paris. I wanted to tell you for so long, but with Hawkmoth out and about I just𑁋I just couldn’t! I couldn’t allow you to suffer, knowing I was out there everyday risking my life because of some maniac with too much power in his hands. I didn’t want your lives in danger because of my selfishness.’

Their sobs echoed in the now too empty house, regardless of the other guests in the room who accompanied them in silent tears.

‘I hope you can forgive me for having to learn this way. I can only pray I made you proud. Know that wherever I am, I’ll always love you. Signing out, your daughter Marinette Dupain-Cheng.’

Paris, France June 21, 05:16 CEST

Conner Kent hated the news he had to give.

But he owed it to Adrien.

He stepped into the gates of the newly named Graham de Vanily Manor, knowing that it was late, but hearing soft speaking voices come from inside. Part of him wished that he had agreed to let someone come with him, but he knew that there’d be other places that need visiting.

Too many.

As he softly knocked on the door, knowing its residents could hear him, Conner felt like he would throw up. The last look of those emerald eyes haunted him and made his heart ache.

He heard the heavy doors open and thought he saw a ghost.

“A-Adrien?” he felt his throat tighten before noticing the differences; this new figure was taller, leaner, hair platinum blonde instead of honey, green eyes with specks of gray.

“No. I’m his cousin, Felix,” the lean man asked, clearly perturbed by the fact that a complete stranger was knocking at their doors at five in the morning.

“Oh, I’m sorry. Can I come in, it’s about Adrien” Conner could hear his spiked heartbeat as he moved to the side and beckoned him to the family room.

In the room were three figures, two of them looking nearly identical if for differences in hues and a few hardly noticeable grays on the paler one (then again losing your sister and husband would do that to you). It explained why Felix looked so similar to him, at first glance they could be mistaken for twins. The other was a big burly figure, bigger than himself.

He knew Emelie Graham de Vanily and Guillaume ‘Gorilla’ Durand. He could only guess that the other woman was Amelie, the aunt that lived in England with his cousin that Adrien would sometimes talk about.

“Conner.” Emelie caught his attention from her wheelchair next to her sister. He hadn’t known her for long, mostly through stories he was told, until she was woken up; then he was introduced as Adrien’s boyfriend.

“Mrs. Grah- I mean Emelie”

Conner couldn’t do this.

He didn’t want to.

But they deserved to know the truth.

“It’s fine dear. I’m afraid Adrien was going to spend the night with Chloe when that disaster started.” her eyes clearly worried, looking out the window, the first few rays of sunshine peeking through this somber morning.

“I hope they were fine” Amelie sighed in agreement, “Can I offer you something to drink?”

“No. No it’s fine, thank you” he took a deep breath, not wanting to allow his own emotions to overcome him.

“I need to speak to you about Adrien.” Everyone’s heartbeat elevated as he did nothing to hide the somber tone in his voice, and Conner wanted to hate his super hearing.

“Adrien left this behind. In case anything happened, he wanted for you to read it before letting anyone else say anything.” he pulled out a black envelope, in silver cursive it said, ‘To my Family’

“Co-Conner, what is this about?” Emilie’s hands shook as she got a hold of the thing, as though she were afraid it would burn her.

“I think you should read the letter first.”

‘Hey fam,

I know I just got you back, which is why I’m sorry this had to happen. What I’ve been doing this past half decade has been a real wild ride. After what happened with mom, Gabriel practically locked me up in the mansion, only letting me leave whenever it was for his convenience. I was just the trophy son, I wonder if he ever loved me.

Life is full of unexpected turns, one minute you feel like you’re locked up in the highest tower by an evil witch, the next you’re on the adventure of a lifetime with the best friend you can ever ask for.

There’s a lot of things I regret not doing; not stopping Chloe from becoming a total brat and bully when we were younger, not going to uncle Arthur’s funeral, being complicit in Gabriel’s will and therefore Lila’s and especially harassing one of my best friends because I couldn’t take no for an answer just like that man.

I regret not telling you that I am Chat Noir, the Black Cat of Misfortune and Destruction and Protector of Paris.

I hope you can forgive me for not coming out with the truth sooner but m’lady and I had already come to an agreement to not tell our families in fear that they’d be targeted by Hawkmoth; can you imagine what would have happened?

Even with all of that over and done with, the risk was too high, and honestly I didn’t know how to casually bring it up in conversation. Oops.’

Emelie’s voice cracked as she choked on a laugh, her vision too blurry to see what the next word was, quickly engulfed by her sister in a hug as she passed the note to Felix. His own eyes were bloodshot but he refused to let any tears run until he finished reading.

‘Most importantly I regret not proposing to Kon.’

Conner felt his heart stop. The world was spinning around as the line repeated in his head; did everything always look so blurry?

``I was going to ask mom for her ring, but I thought it’d be better for a wedding. I even started wedding planning with Mr. Dupain-Cheng, did you know he’s a hopeless romantic?. Mari thought I was insane when she helped me pick out the ring. We got it custom made too; Tungsten𑁋 one of the strongest metals on Earth, it’s harder than Steel!

I had hoped to give it to him myself but things don’t always turn out the way we want them to and I’ve learned that that’s okay. I lived my life to the fullest and experienced things no others have; pretty cool I’d say.

Forever your little cat waiting for his knight,

Adrien Agreste Graham de Vanily’

Conner hadn’t realized he was crying until he felt a small object placed in his hand, Felix having placed it as he shook in an attempt to suppress his tears. Connor realized that it was the ring Adrien had gotten him.

The mansion was filled with sniffling, the shadow of a cat seemingly looming over them.

The WatchTower June 20, 07:16 EDT

Lex Luthor did not think everything would go to shit with the Reach so quickly. Neither he nor the Light trusted those aliens as much as Superman could throw them; that is to say they were just using them and planned on backstabbing them once their usefulness was done.

Not only had they killed one of the members of the Light, not that any of them thought he’d be gone for long, but they had also planned to betray the Light as well.

He convinced the most likely fired United Nations secretary general Zhang in order to call the League; he may not like them but he also enjoyed living on Earth… maybe until they find a sustainable planet to move their society to should anything happen.

“Luthor! What are you𑁋”

“ Secretary Zhang was kind enough to let me borrow his frequency,” he decided to ignore Captain Atom’s outrage and cut to the chase. “As I have a possible solution to our mutual problem”

“A problem created by you and the Light when they collaborated to bring the Reach to Earth.”

“But as I believe you know, the Light always planned to betray the Reach. Lexcorp𑁋”

“I think that’s enough of that Luthor,” the man could say he was surprised by the sudden appearance of the Parisian superheroes who’d “recently debuted” after defeating a magical terrorist that had been rampaging for the past years. He hated having not known that, apparently it was something no one in the Light knew.

Though Vandal Savage and Ra’s al Ghul gave interesting looks when finally catching glimpses of them.

“We have already created a solution, one that needs no help from the likes of you,” Ladybug’s eyes glowed red as she looked at Luthor, a ladybug themed flash drive on Nightwing’s hand.

“And trust that the Light will see justice for their crimes”

With that Chat Noir cut the transmission, the team turned back to Blue Beetle as he continued to create Reach Tech eggs, as per Ladybug’s instructions, and Pegasus transferred the flash drive's information into them.

“Alright guys, we have 19 Magnetic Field Disruptors to destroy and stop the world from ending”

They distributed the eggs with groups of two going up against each MFD; one as cover while the other went to disable the device. There were barely enough heroes available as the majority had gone out to help with rescue of the citizens.

“I love it when she takes charge like that.” Nightwing sighed before helping distribute the eggs and sending the teams to their designated areas.

Paris, France June 21, 05:16 CEST

Kaldur’ahm found himself in front of a ship, The Liberty. He never ceased to feel like it matched Luka’s easy-going attitude.

As he boarded the ship he could see some water remaining from the storms earlier, quickly using his hydrokinesis to throw it back into the river.

He was procrastinating.

He walked down the deck towards the door leading to the cabin. With a swift knock on the door, he could not hear anyone approaching; that’s when he noticed the bell.

He needed to deliver the news.

He pulled on the rope as the bell chimed loudly, a muffled yelling coming from within. A woman with graying hair in a messy braid came out, although tired, there was a clear resemblance to them in the way she currently looked like she’d skin him alive and feed him to the fishes for waking her so early. It was a few times he’d seen the siblings genuinely angry and he could say it matched the woman before him.

“What’re ya doing on my Liberty so early?” she wipes the sleepiness from her eyes and adjusted her glasses. Despite how carefree she’d been described, he couldn’t help but think she looked older than she should.

Oh right.

She became a single mother of two at barely thirty years.

“My name is Kaldur'ahm, a friend of Luka and Juleka. I am… sincerely sorry. I am afraid I did not come bearing good news” the woman, Anarka Couffaine, looked alert and like she was about to fight him. He gave her the item the siblings entrusted the team to deliver should anything happen.

Luka and Juleka had left a song.

Anarka did not hesitate to go down to her children’s room , an old radio with a DVD player being used to play the song; Luka’s soft guitar strums soon became accompanied by Juleka’s gentle voice.

Happiness and joy

Sorrow and sadness

You and I

We shared them together

Shared for a time

But suddenly faltered

Flowers of a dream

Anarka slowly sank onto the floor, Kaldur holding her to the best of his abilities as silent tears. As soon as the strums of the guitar started she knew what it meant; she had learned to understand her husband, and then her son's way of communicating after all.

A field of grass

Leads to heaven

A gentle wind passed by

When you gave a smile

Nothing to fear

Forever in my heart

Blooming flowers prevail

“H-How did they… ?” Anarka’s broken voice softly spoke as the music continued.

Despite what Nightwing had said earlier, he couldn’t help but blame himself; if they had captured all of them earlier, then perhaps the Reach would not have gotten the chance to implement the MFDs. If they had detected the two remaining at the poles, then none of this would be happening…

“They were heroes.”

Paris, France June 21, 05:25 CEST

Batgirl and Impulse were there at the Kante residence only for Claudie to beat them to the punch.

“Max programmed Markov to tell me everything if his vitals couldn’t be detected anymore” her sad but proud smile did nothing to help them feel less guilty for the single mother.

Wonder Girl stood in awkward silence as Eden and Roux Lavillant-Piaf reacted to the news of their daughter’s death. The two men taking comfort in each other's presence as they cradled one another, Eden humming a tune she thought was familiar while Roux shed silent tears, one she later realized was one of Souris’ favorite songs; La vie en Rose.

Kid Flash didn’t know what to take of Kagami’s note;

‘I do not need that woman’s tears, nor those of whom call themselves my family. I would rather tell the Dupain-Chengs or Couffeine, however, if these are being delivered they are already heavily burdened. Knowing my friends shall mourn my loss is enough’

He also didn’t know what to make of Nathaniel’s request;

‘Don’t tell my family about Monarch. I doubt they’d even care’

The beautiful smell of the land that lingers in our history

Sands of black that color every little corner

I saw eternity only once, but I realize it cannot be kept in sight

Paris, France June 21, 05:30 CEST

Bumblebee was not surprised by Abeille’s video to her parents or even the fact that she was ‘fired’ by Audrey Bourgeois. When Guardian asked her about it she just shook her head in somber.

“Some people mourn differently”

“I always knew my little Marc was a hero” Mrs. Anciel, Paon’s grandmother if Garfield remembers correctly, said as she sat in her rocking chair in a daze “I just never thought it’d be so literally”

The Le family had just thanked L’gann with clear tears forming in their eyes after giving them a letter in a language he did not recognize. It wouldn't be until after that he learned Roi Singe’s native tongue was Vietnamese .

Our lives are truly in a world of wonder

A poem of my life - it's a pretty song to remember

We already acted a thousand lives

For the briefest moment in our long history

Paris, France June 21, 06:16 CEST

Robin, Tigress, Blue Beetle and Miss Martian felt their hearts heavy.

They had decided to be the ones to inform the Cesaires, Kubdel and Lahiffes of what happened to their daughters and son.

They were the only heroes apart from the Couffaines that had siblings.

“If I had never given her that watch” Mr. Kubdel buried his face in his hands.

“You didn’t know but maybe she did… She was always a spitfire, I don’t think we could have stopped her if we tried” Jalil told his father. Neither men wailed, they simply hugged each other for a while.

“No! She𑁋She can’t be gone!” Ella and Etta had viciously tried to beat at Tigress as he kneeled down to them. The hug she gave the twins seemed to trigger the waterworks as they devolved to sobbing.

“I couldn’t protect her…”

“You can’t blame yourself for this” Blue Beetle tried consoling Nora as she sat on the couch, hand on her head as she hid her face from everyone; he knew that if he heard about Milagro he’d feel the same.

“He’s too lame to be a hero!” Chris yelled out “You’re lying!”

“You know we’re not,” Miss Martian said soothingly from her place with Ms.Lahiffe, trying to help the crying woman.

“I hate him! I hate him!” Chris’ yelling got louder

“No you don’t” Robin spoke next to him, “No matter how much you fight, no matter how much you get on each others’ nerves, no matter how much you wish you’d never see him again… You still love him. He’ll always be your big brother”

“How would you know?” Chris’ voice cracked as he finally realized that his denial would do nothing to bring Nino back.

“Because I lost my big brother too”

I love you; I miss all of you

No warning what had happened then

I won't ever say goodbye

Metropolis June 20, 08:30 EST

“So now that Hawkmoth’s gone are coming back to Gotham?” Robin asked from behind Taurus, the hero engaging in a fight with one of the drones, headbutting it into the other one.

“Don’t know replacement,” he grunted “I kinda like it there, but I do miss the English language, as annoying as it is”

“Well,” Robin continued, using his bo-staff to push away the drone blocking the main device, “You know you always have a place back home, right?”

With one last dash he pressed his egg onto the MFD, deactivating their device. The two heroes looked at each other proudly as Taurus smirked.

“Yeah I know”

Birds are singing

Clouds are drifting

Trees are rustling

They cover the night

Gotham City June 20, 08:30 EST

“Hey Ma fée?”

Nightwing leaped across the street, throwing an EMP on one of the drones before Ladybug used her yo-yo to throw them away.

“Yes, Mon coeur?” Ladybug looked at him curiously

“I was thinking” he touched the MFD with the egg, letting the machine fall onto the Gotham street, “Maybe it's time we take a break from the whole hero business. I doubt we’ll be able to fully take off the capes like Wally but𑁋”

The two shared a tender kiss, the last strike of lightning disappearing from the Gotham sky.

North Magnetic Pole June 20, 13:50 UTC

They missed two MFDs.

Their locations blocked them from the initial search until Blue Beetle and Tyger told them that there were still two out there in separate parts of the world.

Ladybug had volunteered her Team to go, originally just planning to go by herself and Chat Noir while Rena Rouge and Carapace could get the other; Viperion and Bunnix immediately objected and instead her whole team was deployed to go.

They were herself, Monarch, Paon, Taurus, Viperion, Ryuuko, Tyger and Souris. The other team was Chat Noir, Rena Rouge, Carapace, Abeille, Bunnix, Pegasus and Roi Singe. Pegasus would teleport both teams to their destinations due to the simple fact that there were no Zetas in the Arctic or Antarctic.

She would lead the team to the North Magnetic Pole; Chat Noir would go to the South Magnetic Pole.

“We’re too late…”

Ladybug’s crestfallen expression was felt by her team as they watched the Magnetic Field disruptor reach its chrysalis state as they watched the ice cave collapse in on itself. The Earth will fall in a new ice age…

South Magnetic Pole June 20, 13:50 UTC

“Both MFDs have reached Chrysalis state” Chat Noir informed the Watchtower. He didn’t think it would all end like this.

After everything they went to, after finally defeating Hawkmoth, after finally getting his mother back and the literal end of the world had to happen.

‘No! This isn’t how it’s supposed to be!’ Plagg’s voice echoed in his head, ‘We can still stop this if we combine our powers’

“Ladybug, is Tikki𑁋?”

“Yes, she also says we can do it.” Ladybug’s steeled voice responded before he finished asking.

They could still save the world, they could still stop the Reach from winning.

But Chat Noir knew better than to think that there would be no consequences to their wild plans.

“Are you in, Noir?”

“Always, my Lady”

Adrien could only hope they could forgive him, and that the letter would get back to them in safety before feeling his consciousness merge with the god’s.

Time passes by

With merciless pride

The sun will rise again

Mount Justice Remains June 21, 00:02 EST

Batman found the need to stop himself from gaping at the remains of Mount Justice. Sure it had been sabotaged and destroyed partially before, but now it was gone.

All of it thrown with chunks of rock and metal scattered around the beach.

As he and the others descended with help from the Green Lanterns, Hal and John. He couldn’t help but fear it was too late.

They were too late.

“By the Gods” Diana gasped, suddenly clutching at her head, “Something is wrong”

With a gust of wind they were greeted by Flash, followed by Miss Martian’s bioship landing on the beach. One by one the Team came in various forms of disarray and emotionally compromised.

“Oh” Martian Manhunter sumbered, likely reacting off of the wave of sadness the teenagers made no effort to hide. Batman missed the look of remorse and sympathy sent his way.

“What happened?” He hadn’t meant to growl it out, but there were only so many reasons why the whole team would feel this way; there were casualties.

Batgirl and Nightwing could barely look his way before Robin decided to take a step forward. Tim had always been able to push aside emotions better than Barbara or Dick.

Our lives are truly in a world of wonder

A poem of my life - it's a pretty song to remember

We already acted a thousand lives

For the briefest moment in our long history

“The Reach left one last surprise for Earth in an attempt to cover their tracks; Magnetic Field Disruptors meant to cause natural disaster before forcing the next ice age. All but two MFDs had been deactivated, each located at the two poles. By the time we arrived they were already at their chrysalis stage. Those sent were able to deactivate them… at a cost” Tim choked out as he heard Diana, Kal and Sheyra take sharp breaths, it had to be bad for him to get so emotional.

“Robin?” Batman kneeled as he placed a hand on the younger’s shoulder.

“T-There were no survivors B”

“... Who was dispatched?” Diana asked, fists clenched in frustration of being too late and having others pay the consequence.

Batman must have been too distracted by Tim’s state to have noticed Nightwing launch himself into his arms and silently cry.

“I’m sorry Batman.” Flash stepped forward, and he knew Barry well enough that the man was probably holding back tears. Batman felt a familiar sense of dread build up inside him; the last time he felt this way had been when….

“Team Miraculous was sent.”

Bioship June 20, 13:55 UTC

“Whatever they’re doing, it's working!” Atom’s voice could be heard on the comms as Miss Martian, Kid Flash, Tigress, Robin and Nightwing sped as fast as they could to the North Magnetic Pole. Aqualad, Superboy, Impulse and Blue Beetle made their way with Sphere to the South Magnetic Pole.

“The power’s too strong” they could hear Chat Noir mutter with Plagg’s familiar echo.

“Can’t stop! Won’t stop now!” Ladybug gritted out as the interference with their comms got stronger.

“AHH!” The sudden screams made their blood freeze as they could only think of the worst case scenario.

“It’s not time, not yet!” their mantras continued as the static became painful.

Both groups made it to their destinations as the bright white light of the MFDs became tinged with color. The rainbow of lights shot up higher in the air before a similar bridge of light joined it, both Team’s powers combining in that moment.

“They’re doing it!” M’gann and Bart cheered before Jaime and Tim interrupted.

“Something’s wrong!”

“What do you mean fade!”

Suddenly the light began to expand, encasing the heroes inside before their figures began to shimmer and break.

With one last look the lights gave one last powerful glow, it dissipated, spreading a warmth like that of a hug to each of them.

But by the time each group managed to look, the cold finally seemed to reach them.

There was nothing left behind.

Paris, France June 26, 10:00 CEST

The official story was a kidnapping.

The teenagers that disappeared some time last week during what many had taken to calling “The Reach Invasion”; Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Adrien Graham de Vanily, Luka and Juleka Couffaine, Chloe Bourgeois, Kagami Tsurugi, Alya Cesair, Nino Lauffey, Max Kante, Le Chien Kim, Alix Kubdel, Nathaniel Kutzberg, Marc Anciel, Rose Lavillant and Jason Todd-Wayne. The fourteen children and single adult had been caught up during the chaos of the Reach’s invasion and had been taken when looking for shelter.

There is always a little truth in every lie.

The amount of missing children cases in general had been increasing since the Reach had arrived on Earth, but even after sending them off to Oa they had yet to find evidence of all of them. Only a small percentage had been freed, now having to undergo Metahuman training, and sent back home or relocated.

Over half had been deemed unsatisfactory and were subsequently terminated.

But that still left about forty percent of potential victims to be found and rescued.

But their parents knew that their little heroes would not be part of that percentage.

They had saved their planet at the ultimate sacrifice.

“Today… We would like to honor the fallen heroes of Paris by lifting a new statue in their memory for all their services… One that is long overdue and that we can only hope they will see from wherever they are'' Mayor Bourgois spoke, though his eyes seemed so far off, not that anyone would blame him after they caught word of his daughter’s disappearance. There was a major turnout for the unveiling, it seemed as though all of Paris was present; guests like Jagged Stone, Clara Nightingale, Bruce Wayne and his sons Dick Grayson and Tim Drake, Oliver Queen and his newly found son Roy Harper, Lex Luthor, Prince Ali of Achu, Audrey Bourgois and reporters like Lois Lane, Cat Grant and Iris West-Allan were in charge of reporting live.

The statue was golden, each hero caught as though they were in the middle of action with it’s two longest heroes in the center, the rest surrounding them for a 360 effect;

Ladybug and Chat Noir back to back, one with her scarlet yo-yo flying midair and the other using his baton to jump like a cat with a black gloved hand behind him. On Ladybug’s side was Viperion strumming his harp, his arm’s bangle glowing turquoise, while on Chat Noir’s was Rena Rouge caught playing the orange flute in the middle of a leap. Next was the newest heroes Monarch and le Paon on Ladybug’s side, one with a white with purple butterfly about to fly away from his outstretched hand, the other blowing into a single blue feather, while Tyger and Souris were on Chat’s, Souris also leaping while using her pink jump rope and Tyger getting ready to roar, magenta claws cusping around her mouth. Roi Singe was in the back of Ladybug and Chat Noir, his yellow glowing bo staff frozen mid twirl before calling for “Uproar”, assisting him was Bunnix, using her umbrella with a baby blue glow at the tip as a sword, and Pegasus with his horseshoe boomerang, arm encircled with a blue ring. Ryuko, in the middle of transforming into Wind Dragon form, with her ruby sword at hand and Abeille, launching her glowing spinning top, charging into the fray. On the sides were Carapace, with his shield armed up in front of them, the beginnings of his shield being formed in a translucent green glass, and Taurus, with his fists in the middle of punching and eyes glowing red, defending the group from oncoming attacks.

“I’m so sorry,” Dick found himself whispering once the ceremony was done and everyone had left their offerings. If only he had done better; if only he had asked them to join the raid; if only they had caught everyone instead of leaving them divided and scattered;

The rose gold ring weighed heavily in his pocket.

I love you; I miss all of you

No warning what had happened then

I won't ever say goodbye

They talked about what would happen in the future; neither saw themselves leaving the hero business anytime soon, it was too hard to after so long. She had dreams of becoming a top-tier designer while he wasn’t sure what he’d do. They jokingly said he’d be a stay-at-home father or a model for her line.

Now none of that would be happening.

“He looks different from when he was Robin” he heard Tim whisper, melancholy and reminiscence, in his look as he stared at Taurus. Definitely more brute stregth and hands on but that look of mischief and cockiness were the same as Robin II.

“He was always a little shit” Dick laughed softly, remembering that they’d be adding the Miraculous team to the new Grotto at the Watchtower, Jason’s being specially made to display both his time as Robin and Taurus.

Today would be his last day at the Watchtower for a while.

He was tired, after all of this, and was ready for a break. He knew Conner also planned on doing the same thing while Artemis was coming back to active duty despite Wally’s reluctance. He wasn’t too sure about his best friend, but the redhead insisted that he wanted to get his degree first before going back to the hero business, even part time, he even began hinting that Dick could go to college and try and get a semblance of normal life; they both knew it was in vain but neither said anything.

But before any of that he still had business to take care of.

Paris, France June 19, 00:20 CEST

Marinette woke up in a cold sweat.

The same nightmare she’d been having for the past week.

Her Team would fall for the sake of the world.

“I think we both know what this means Mari,” Adrien said silently as they watched the Parisian night atop of the Eiffel Tower.

“I don’t want it to come true” Marinette could feel the tears starting to sting her eyes.

“Then we’ll do our best to stop it” Adrien’s determined face made a soft smile appear; something told her that as hard as they’d try it wouldn’t change a thing.

But it was nice to hope.

“Why should we make these goodbye messages?” Chloe asked skeptically that morning after the team had gathered. They had just been told to do them or write any requests for someone to follow if anything should happen to them. After all Marinette and Adrien had finished theirs.

"Come on Chlo, just do it."

"Better to do it than regret not doing it."

"Think of it as a little thing to look back at when we come back after missions. A motivation to come back and destroy it"

They just hoped they’d be forgiven.

Paris, France June 26, 12:30 CEST

Walking into the Dupain-Cheng household he found that it was much colder than anytime he’d come to visit. Sabine and Tom had let him in with no hassle, the duo still reeling in the fact that Marinette was gone, he was too. They made little small talk for once, just checking to see how the others were doing and to not be strangers, before they excused themselves to meet up with Tom’s parents. Dick went up to the familiar step of stairs and opened the familiar hatch.

Her room looked the same as it ever did except it was missing a certain shine, an aura of creativity. He supposed that with the owner of the room and the goddess of Creation missing that would happen.

Her scattered design sketches and pieces of fabric reminded him of the latest project she told him about. Balls of yarn from when she started knitting or would use to play with the Kwami, and Adrien from time to time. Schedule reminding him of all the plans they had for once Hawkmoth was caught.

He made his way to her desk, a secret compartment on the side of the desk had been almost invisible to all except those who were aware of its existence. Opening up the small door he let out a small gasp, the Miracle box reminding him so much of her again;

The box was in the shape of an apple blossom, fading from red at its center to white at the tips, overall its appearance was rather simple but then again they always said appearances are deceiving. He then took out an old phonograph, a tablet, and an ancient book, the Miracle Book or Grimoire. With a sad sigh he pressed the small apple blossom’s center at the top before tapping the top petal, followed by top left, bottom right, bottom left, top right and center again. The lid to the compartment lifted, revealing seven empty slots, before opening up its petals, two layers of six petals stretching themselves so as to not cover each other. Only four compartments were being used. Using a bag he carefully stored the box inside the phonograph while using a satchel for the Grimoire and tablet.

He already told Zatanna and Zatara about the Grimoire, the two assuring him that it would be safe and that they’d even get other magic users like Constantine and Doctor Fate, who seemed to think he owed a debt to the Kwami and would honor their remaining comrade, to help protect it. The tablet could go to Tim and Barbara who’d have the best bet in perfecting the translations and encrypting it further so even if someone got their hands on it they’d have a hard time even unlocking it.

But he hadn’t thought of the Miracle box.

He looked up at the pink room with nostalgia, remembering every video chat, midnight meeting, talks at the terrace, impromptu sleepovers, designing frenzy, fashion talks, modeling session, strategy meetings, emotional breakdowns and kisses they shared in the very room.

He couldn’t help but want to take it with him.

Dick looked at her desk, a photo from when they were still Ladybug 1.0 and Robin, one he took as Dick Grayson when he commissioned her to make him a suit for the Wayne Gala (only to wear it to the Sweetheart’s Dance), one from Rolling-Stone wedding as he was twirling her around the dance floor and another from a few weeks ago when they were celebrating Hawkmoth’s capture with the Team. More photos littered her wall; Adrien and Wally arm wrestling, Artemis and Alix doing parkour, Kaldur learning some guitar from Luka, Conner being subjected to a makeover from the girls and Adrien (which he needed after his third year of wearing the same outfit), M’gann meditating with Barbara, Nino and Marc, Tim and Max looking at some sort of schematics on screen, of Jason during combat training with Kagami, Chloe and Black Canary.

It felt like a lifetime ago.

“Are you alright?” Dick hadn’t realized that the tears began to fall again. He turned around but saw no one there.

No one would be there.

“We miss her too” the voice spoke again, Dick knew he couldn’t be hallucinating, looking inside the bag he noticed the Miracle Box glowing even as it was held shut. With far more patience and calm than he truly felt Dick opened the Miracle Box again with four bursts of lights appearing as he did so.

He barely remembers Marinette explaining the Miraculous to him but he did recall the kwami’s names and powers;

Barkk, dog kwami of Bonds and Foraging.

Ziggy, goat kwami of Endurance and Speed.

Daizzi, pig kwami of Abundance and Ingenuity.

Orikko, rooster kwami of Forethought and Cycles.

“I miss our Guardian” Daizzi cried into Ziggy who seemed to be in a similar state, Orikko looked quiet but clearly saddened given his downward feathers and comb, Barkk was the one who had been speaking to Dick.

“You loved our Guardian, she loved you very much” Barkk sniffled sadly.

Dick realized that they not only lost their Guardian but their fellow Kwami as well;

He wasn’t the only one left with a gaping hole in his heart by the love of his life and little brother.

“Hey now,” he said, taking the miniature gods into his arms in a small embrace, “You won’t be alone. We’ll make it through this, together”

As Dick made one last glance at the room, memories playing out like ghosts before him, he secured the bags containing Marinette’s precious items and made his way out of the cold apartment.

He didn’t know if he’d ever recover, just like with his parents; But he knew he wouldn’t be alone.

He just hoped that he’d make them proud, from wherever they were watching.

Nothing to fear

Forever in my hear

Blooming flowers prevail

Ko-Fi

#maribat au #Maribat #MaribatMarch2020 #Maribat March #Week 3 day 7 #Broken #Dickinette #Dick x Marinette #dick grayson x marinette dupain-cheng #AdriKon #Adrien x Conner #Adrien Agreste x Conner Kent #angst week #ml x dc #ml x yj #mlb x dc #mlb x yj #Staying Whelmed & Erable

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orderofthedyingstar · 4 years ago

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RECAP: SESSION 11

SESSION ELEVEN

The party continues their journey down Elfslayer’s Run, briefly taking respite in a small rest area a few hours from Whitwood. The head North towards Mirror Lake, where Verrix recalls there being a small village at the edge of the lake. Verrrix struggles to recall why he’d been in this area before, the Voice in his head taunting him with annoying (Jeopardy) music the longer he takes to remember anything, making him completely lose his train of thought. Jun, cryptic as always, has a ‘theory’ that he’s unwilling to share, since he doesn’t feel very sure about it. Verrix (who was definitely eavesdropping) notices a few tell-tale signs that Jun’s casting a spell, but he doesn’t know what or on who.

Rhododendron: “Jun, if I knew your last name - ”

Jun: “It’s for the best you don’t.”

Rhododendron: “That’s what you think.”

Jun: “No, that’s what I know.”

Rhododendron tries to annoy an answer out of Jun for an hour straight, Marlee bopping the back of her head with a book every time she gets too loud. After a while Rhododendron gives up, going over to Marlee to apologize for ‘being a bitch’ to her the day before, and Marlee announces that they’re ‘bro‘s now’, lending her a well-worn book titled Webs of Luscious Silk. When Rhododendron tries asking her about ‘Verrix’s’ book, Marlee warns her that they’ll officially be in a book club if she answers, and that Rhododendron will have to put up with any and all commentary she has about all of her books. When the group stops for a short rest, Rhododendron goes through the book Marlee lent her and finds that it depicts a …strange romance involving a drider love interest.

They spend the next two days traveling towards the lake, looting an old bandit camp along the way for some supplies and gold. Rhododendron checks in on Verrix’s magic and its tendency for blowback, leading to a few jokes about it’s adverse effects causing Rhododendron to be short. She also tries to get Jun to talk about his theory again, but he says that he wants to hold on to it for a little longer to attempt to be ‘emotionally sensitive’. As the party moves through the more heavily wooded part of Elfslayer’s Run, Verrix takes point on leading them through the woods (21 Survival check) and gets them through it completely unharnessed. They arrive at Mirror Lake, easily the biggest body of water Rhododendron (and only her, actually) has seen - she tries to get Inigo to jog his memory and he immediately responds by stripping down to his underwear and jumping into the lake. He swims around in the lake a little, telling everyone else not to come in because of how cold it is and that he’ll probably be fine because of ‘aasimar stuff’. Marlee immediately heads towards the only tavern in the entire tiny village, cold and bored of watching Inigo swim around.

Verrix, staring at Inigo’s pile of clothes: “Hey, is that what you meant by ‘center yourself’? Cause I’m not doing that.”

Jun: “I don’t know, Verrix. It could be really helpful for magic. Could have mystical properties.”

Rhododendron: “Don’t you trust Inigo?”

Verrix: “I’m not gonna answer that.”

While Inigo is swimming around in the lake, Jun also reveals that he’s figured out that someone has put a spell on him preventing him from regaining all of his memories; repeated spells layered over and over each other. He expresses doubts that spell will fade on its own, but there might be some restorative magic that might help; Jun hasn’t wanted to bring it up to Inigo without trying to figure out a solution - another problem without an answer. Jun also compares the feeling on the spells on Inigo to Rhododendron’s curse, but is careful not to be too specific around Verrix since Rhododendron still doesn’t want anyone else to know, although Verrix can tell Rhododendron is hiding something from him. The three of them then realize that they haven’t heard from Inigo in a while, and spot him far off in the center of the lake.

Rhododendron: “Verrix, you should go into the water and get him, it won’t affect you since you’re an aasimar.”

Jun: “Sounds like a good idea.”

Rhododendron: “See? When has Jun ever been wrong?”

Jun: “OH - ”

Rhododendron: “Hey. Shhh.”

After some half-hearted arguing Rhododendron finally just pushes Verrix into the lake, getting water and sand all over his hair and his cloak. Verrix mopes and makes vague threats at Rhododendron for a few minutes before going after Inigo, who doesn’t want to come back yet because he still has some ‘memory searching’ to do.

Verrix: “This is worse than when I got shot.”

It takes Verrix several tries before he finally manages to convince a very distractible Inigo to come back to shore. Verrix dips cold water down Rhododendron’s back. The three of them (Jun left to join Marlee at the tavern) finally head into the small village town Reflections. Rhododendron asks their two other party members if they’ve found anything interesting in the tavern, to which both of them point out that the proprietor is weirdly obsessed with death: the place is covered in depictions of the Astral Plane and Nahaliel, the god of death and the arcane. Marlee also points out that the tavern looks like it used to be a temple, and she can tell where pews have been removed and the old cleric’s quarters used to be. Rhododendron goes over to the owner, who laughs when Rhododendron points out that the place’s death theme is a little strange for a tavern. The owner, Haley, admits that the place is a family business but her mother and grandmother were both clerics of Nahaliel whereas she wanted to make some money out of the place. Rhododendron asks if Haley has seen any fire genasi around, to which she says that one passed through with a dwarf the other day on their honeymoon and went off into the mountains about a week ago. Before Rhododendron goes back to her table, Haley offers her a small Nahaliel keychain, which she takes.

Rhododendron: “The bartender said that a fire genasi and a dwarf came through here on their…honeymoon.”

Verrix: “They’re getting married?”

Rhododendron: “I certainly hope not. No. If after three years of commitment he still won’t - he’s not gonna do it. But that’s besides the point…anyways…”

Rhododendron goes back up to the bar, where Haley offers Rhododendron a quarter of a shot of dwarven ale, putting it in a small vial and giving it to her on the house. The group gets their things together and starts to head up into the mountains, Jun pulling on a huge sweater over his other clothes and complaining that he doesn’t like the mountains. As they head up into the mountains, Verrix and Rhododendron keep pushing each other out of the way to try to prove who’s better at navigating, accidentally sprinting ahead of the rest of their party. Rhododendron tries tracking Umbra as they travel, noticing traces of fire genasi, a dwarf, and several gnolls in the area as well as local wildlife.

The party spots a cave tucked away in a higher part of the mountains, and after some difficulty on Verrix’s end (resulting in Marlee throwing him up into the cave and straight into Jun) they start investigating the area. They sneak around towards an outcropping deeper in the cave and find a small group of gnolls, and after some debate they decide to leave the gnolls alone, since they technically haven’t done anything to the party.

Marlee: “Marlee ain’t about bloodlust.”

Verrix: “We could talk to them, see if they’re evil?”

Marlee: “And then what, bring divine judgement on them? That’s not our job.”

Rhododendron: “Isn’t it your job?”

Marlee: “(scoffs) …Sometimes. If you upset Nyvarstra.”

Rhododendron: “Maybe you should pray and ask?”

Marlee: “Nah, we’re not cool like that. It’s more like a one-way…thing. Always watching…”

The party creeps back towards an area closer to the cave entrance to get a few hours of sleep, rotating through with a careful watch to make sure the gnolls don’t notice them. During their watch, Rhododendron asks Jun a little about the hag, starting him off on an annoyed rant about the situation and that she should really tell Verrix about it.

Jun: “You don’t know exactly what - it’s like prophecies, you don’t know what it is until it’s already hitting you in the face with your friend’s blood on your hands! To be, uh, hypothetical.”

Jun tells Rhododendron the specifics of the spell/curse cast on her: a Geas that she cannot act directly against without the possibility of dying. She asks if there’s a way to get rid of the curse, to which he says that there aren’t really many options outside of Wish (Jun: “Short of a miracle there isn’t much you can do to remove it”). Rhododendron also asks Jun about blood magic, to which he says that it is both potent and dangerous, and that it felt like divine energy when Umbra was using it on them - ’a direct link to the gods’. Jun also reminds Rhododendron that he wasn’t able to see into Inigo or Umbra’s minds back when he worked at the Cobalt Keep, and that he’s been able to pick up other aasimar’s thoughts just fine. Jun dodges several other questions before they drop the subject and go through the smut from Marlee book instead, amused and horrified at the ‘interesting’ scene depictions.

During Verrix and Marlee’s watch, Marlee gets bored and starts throwing pieces of her bedroll at the wall, where they land next to Rhododendron’s face in a small pile. Marlee lights the pile on fire after she runs out of breadcrumbs, and Verrix puts his hand between the fire and Rhododendron’s face. Their watch is otherwise uneventful, as is Inigo and Rhododendron’s second watch after that. Although during their watch Inigo manages to remember that the cave they’re looking for is somewhere on Lord Grah’s Peak, and that while he feels like he’s known Umbra for a while it still doesn’t sound right to say that they’ve been around since he was a child either.

After everyone has slept they set off for the area Inigo talked about, wary of the giants that Haley back at the Reflections tavern mentioned. As they travel higher into the mountain range they hear loud crashing noises, and they try to be quiet with the exception of Marlee (Stealth 2), who is freezing in her armor. As the party climbs higher they see two giants tossing boulders around at each other, and they try to figure out a way to get around them without getting squashed. Marlee offers to try talking to the giants, saying she knows how in theory, but none of them feel confident in the plan. Eventually they decide to use Inigo as a distraction, making him promise not to fight the giants without Rhododendron asking him to. Rhododendron and Jun cast Longstrider and Invisibility on Inigo, and he gets the giants’ attention with some surprisingly good flute playing as the rest of the party starts to sneak up the mountain path. As they’re climbing up the mountain Rhododendron spots a crack in the mountain that cool air is coming out of - when Verrix takes a look inside he sees ornate dragon statues lining the walls. The continue further up the path and find a large boulder (the size of a small car) blocking the cave entrance and after a few tries Marlee manages to shove it out of the way.

The giants start to catch up to Inigo, with Rhododendron and Verrix launching some arrows and Fire Bolts respectively to cover him. Just as Inigo reaches the cave entrance, the giants catch up to the party and snatch up Rhododendron and Verrix in the process. The party gets into an unwilling fight with the giants, Verrix and Rhododendron trapped in the giants’ grip until Jun casts Mind Spike on the giant holding Verrix and the rest of the party wails on the other giant until Jun can set its feet on fire. Verrix completely incinerates one of the giants, and while he and Inigo try and finish of the last giant Rhododendron insists that the (badly wounded) Inigo retreat into the cave with the rest of the party. Jun finally manages to snap Inigo out of his rage by placing him in the center of a Fog Cloud, covering his and Rhododendron’s escape into the cave.

The hall of the cave is lined with statues of Nyvarstra every few feet, which is strange considering its location in a mountain range sacred to Ardrin, god of creation and the Material Plane. Marlee says that she can feel that Nyvarstra has been angered with whatever has happened here, an all-consuming divine anger ‘like when she smites’. She also notes that she can feel the presence of other divine energies but isn’t in tune with them enough to identify them.

Marlee: “What, I can’t be religious and horny? Nyvarstra.”

Despite his reluctance, Jun casts Locate Object and manages to sense that Raz’s amulet of Nyvarstra is somewhere nearby, below them. The party takes a brief break to lick their wounds before continuing onward. They try to sneak through the halls of the cave but keep running into each other. Verrix, despite all of this, manages to spot a trap and gets the party (plus Rhododendron, who extinguished her light for stealth purposes and can’t see) to sneak around it. The hall opens up to a large room lined with unlit sconces and an alter at the far end flanked by another statue of Nyvarstra. They light the sconces while Jun casts Detect Magic; Marlee examines the altar and says that it feels like blasphemous magic was cast here. The table near the altar is covered in old blood, along with other items such as a dagger and bird bones. Marlee also manages to find a small onyx statue of Zelia, the god of war, justice, and sacrifice. Inigo examines the statue and says that something about it seems familiar, but that there isn’t anything about the room specifically that he recognizes. Marlee says that while she thinks there were magical rituals done here, she doesn’t sense anything tied to necromancy or sacrificing people.

Marlee: “Kinda seems like someone was just trying to get attention. Talk, commune.”

Jun finally manages to uncover a trapdoor beneath their feet, although the hole is too deep to see the bottom. Verrix and Jun tie some rope to the large statue of Nyvarstra in the room and the party climbs down into the trapdoor.

Inigo: “There was a war god up there?”

Rhododendron: “I mean, he wasn’t just chilling up there.”

Inigo: “Be kinda funny if he was though.”

Rhododendron: “No, no -”

Inigo (laughing): “Fight a god.”

Rhododendron: “No, no, no.”

Inigo: “Kind of funny.”

Rhododendron: “That’s an incredibly terrible idea.”

The party eventually makes it to a split in the hallway and can see sunlight streaming through some small cracks in the walls. They take the hall on the left first, which opens up into a balcony displaying a large valley far below the mountain, the entire valley lined by statues of soldiers facing an ancient set of some enormous creature’s bones. The path on the right leads to a bedroom with some travel equipment scattered on the ground (including Raz’s statue) and a boulder sitting in the middle of the bed. Verrix and Marlee are both kind of creeped out by the boulder, and they start bothering it until the rock monster awakens and slaps the shit out of Marlee. Jun sets the bed on fire, distressing the creature, and Rhododendron uses the distraction to go through all of Raz’s stuff on the floor - it’s a pile of rations, traveling supplies, old hole-filed underwear, and their clerical journal. She snatches the journal and tells the party that it’s time to leave, trapping the boulder-creature in the room.

Inigo: “Did you find everything you were looking for?”

Rhododendron: “Not really, no.”

Rhododendron is crushed, admitting that they’ve exhausted their only real lead. Verrix and Marlee point out that Raz might have left notes in their journal, but Rhododendron is still too upset about not finding them to really put any effort into it yet. They decide to rest in a safer spot in the cave, and Rhododendron finally leafs through the journal after resting for a while, finding that Raz talks about where they’ve travelled with Umbra and him wanting to head North towards the capital of So’Joh. Rhododendron realizes that there is only one major city (Brackenwood) between here and So’Joh’s capital, and that a journey on the Long Road would take at least a month. Raz also has some brief descriptions on Zelia, the war god, in the journal, and they question Umbra’s connections to the god and their weird obsession with Nyvarstra and aasimar. Rhododendron fills Verrix in on what she’s found out, and that in order to follow them she would have to go to the capital of So’Joh. She also tells Verrix that she doesn’t think Jun will come with them.Verrix and Rhododendron confer with Inigo a little bit, discussing the impending journey on the Long Road and potentially get horses to speed along the journey a little bit. After that, Rhododendron wakes up Jun and tells him that she plans on going to the capital of So’Joh, and is surprised when he says he’s coming along regardless of his past there.

Jun: “So before you head to So’Joh, there’s probably a story I should tell you.”

#god this session was rly funny #also jun’s dramatic ass i s2g #and verrix...bro....ily #also!!! RHODODENDRON is BACK from the war ily by girl #dndas #dndas recap #dnd another sunrise

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guylty · 5 years ago

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Today I was the recipient of happy mail. Following Twitter over the last few days, I had already seen some lovely happy mail from Germany reach all over the world. Now it was my turn, and I was laughing as much as I was oohing and aahing over the lovely surprises Kate put into the envelope.

Oh sigh… if Guy doesn’t warm your heart, then who will? Mr Thornton, I guess 😉. Kate has written about her project happy mail HERE, and I can only say that it definitely was a huge success with me. Thank you for the gorgeous goodies. Those mini cards are in my wallet already. Guy will be guarding my wealth with eagle eyes, I am sure. The book mark is perfect for my new note book with Ani’s magnificent drawing of RA. I’ll keep the “I am your master now” reminder in there, too. And those bon-bons? I might actually turn one of them into a brooch.

Happy mail is the keyword of the day. With the kitchen project almost done (I didn’t tackle the cupboard today – I actually had translation work to do *hooray*), I have applied myself to finishing three shrines that I had started recently. When Kate’s happy mail arrived, an idea came to me. I thought of our Italian fan sisters and how we all RT’d that message of solidarity the other day. It’s a lovely gesture, and it certainly is true for me that I am thinking of Italy every day when I look at the latest covid19 stats. (I was delighted to read in that context that Germany will take in patients that will be flown to Germany from Italy. That is European solidarity!) However, I feel that I would like to do more than just tweet my solidarity. I am under no illusion that what I am doing is nothing but distraction and silly entertainment, but if I can temporarily cheer someone up, then that is good, right? So, instead of raffling the shrines, I am going through my address list and I will “letter-bomb with love” my unsuspecting Italian fan sisters.

I’m lucky that I have access to a number of addresses thanks to previous raffles, or badge shipments, or auctions. However, I was thinking how cool it would be if we had a list of addresses of Italian fan sisters (who’d be willing and interested to be cheered up with happy mail) to whom we could send personal messages of love and solidarity. Not just me but others, too. They have been under lockdown since March 9, 2020. Not sure whether that is possible or even wanted. I am aware of the usual privacy concerns, of course. I’m just putting it out there… Maybe one of them will chime in.

[Careful, rant following. Skip three paragraphs down if you want to avoid.] So, the first three shrines are on their way now. Not without problems, though. After 6 days inside, I ventured out to the post office today after having received assurance from one of our Italian fan sisters on Twitter that they are still receiving mail. At the post office, I felt as if I was a character in a dystopian novel – with the customers waiting the mandatory 2 metres apart and the radio in the background making safety announcements. “Maintain physical distancing. Wash your hands. Avoid touching your eyes, nose and mouth. Avoid close contact with people outside the home.” When it was my turn, I placed my package on the scale. The postmistress asked me where the package was going, and I answered Italy. She turned on me really rudely as if I was personally handing her the virus and informed me that Italy is in lockdown and no mail is sent there. I replied that I’d like to buy the stamps regardless so that I could send it once the mail service worked again. She scoffed and told me that she didn’t know when that would be. I paid, and as she printed out the stamps, I noticed a large poster over the counter that listed all the countries that currently cannot receive any mail. Italy was not listed there. When I pointed out to her, “Oh, but Italy is not mentioned on your list here?”, she rudely dressed me down with an aggressive “There is no mail going to Italy, Italy is in lockdown”, as if I was a dumb eejit. I admit, I kind of snapped at that, and sarcastically barked at her “thank you, I have heard that in the news” and left. (Daft cow. She’s always this rude. It’s not the first time that I felt treated like shit by her.)

Suffice to say that I didn’t believe the woman and checked the website of our national mail service. Under the list of suspended services it says, “Customers can still send mail to Italy & Spain, although you should expect delays in delivery.” An Post’s twitter account confirmed to me on request that the info on the website was correct and regularly updated. So I stuck the stamps on, marched to the mailbox across the street from my house, and sent the letters on their way. Honestly – if anybody in the world needs some cheering up by way of post right now, it’s the people in the countries most affected. How dare this postmistress snub me like that? Grah.

Ok, breathe, Sonja, and now get to the fun part. The shrines were not sent on their way without the customary photo session. Today I bring you the first.

Three guesses who this shrine is made for…

The gorgeous doctor. Yes, still growing. Still room for improvement in terms of his treatment of women, if I may say so…

No need for improvement for Richard, though. Professionally speaking, haha.

There we are. Celebrating a play (and an actor) that received great praise. We can but hope that it will finish its run at a later date. And that the whole world may breathe again, soon, too. The shrine comes with a couple of candles, some extra goodies – and lots of love to the recipient. I hope the delays won’t be too long.

RA Pocket Shrine 213/? – Still Growing Today I was the recipient of happy mail. Following Twitter over the last few days, I had already seen some lovely happy mail from Germany reach all over the world.

#Astrov #Pocket Shrine #RAPS #Richard Armitage #Uncle Vanya

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thetravelerkureno · 5 years ago

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honestly Ritsu is the first episode i’m mixed over. most of the other changes i’ve accepted or just “aw i miss that scene! oh well!” but this one?

on side A: Ritsu in general was much better handled here and instead of shigure poking at Ritsu, he and Tohru tried to address and help ritsu’s actual anxious habits. the added scenes with Mitsuru are *chef’s kiss* as adorable as anything could be and they’re so CUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUTE. and even the ending convinces me that maybe Natsuki Takaya will be able to sprinkle MORE of them in the series here and there as cameo’s or smth!

on side B: its literally a scene and a half but....Tohru falling was overdramatic and too foreshadowy. one of the things i love about the manga version is that the latter half of the speech “maybe none of us are born with a reason...” and onwards was Tohru confiding in someone with the overt anxiety issues similar to the ones she’s been internalizing for some time during a quiet walk home. and its an actual dark moment of her being completely vulnerable with ritsu.

and this is possible because she connects with Ritsu and honestly verbalizes how NOT okay she is STILL about her mom’s death. how badly it shook her world not just in a “someone close died”. it was someone who she’d said “maybe i was born to meet you!” someone who manga readers KNOW what extra hurt came with her death. its so natural and intimate because there’s no external forces pressing in on this conversation but their own feelings.

and on Ritsu’s side the line that caused this connection was simply “there is a reason you were put on this earth”. that’s all it takes for Ritsu to reach back and have this talk with Tohru. Ritsu is trying so darn hard this whole time for a STRANGER and that is so brave!

however THIS version has Tohru falling in the middle of this speech, greatly increasing the stakes of the episode on TOP of the darker tone already layered on Ritsu going up on the roof. even if we know she’ll be ok it still jolts the moment with some suspense /and then back to like zero stakes because she didn’t even get the least bit hurt but i digress/. the tone get whipped from comedic to serious for this moment. which also had some comedy from the derp faces so ....ritsu probably has done this before and they’re not worried about it actually happening or its a bad example about how the sohma’s have trouble reaching out to anyone to help them....like really bad. since it doesn’t have any dramatic tones for them doing NOTHING being a problem on even the slightest level

THIS IS NOT A GOOD LOOK FOR THE BOYS WHO LITERALLY DID JACK DURING ALL THIS including the foreshadowy fall that just ~grah~ no.

really expecting me to believe that they’re not halfway up the ladder or whatever instead of gawking

heck its not even a good look on Ritsu who didn’t even reach out with hands or something. no need to run to Tohru since apparently you need to retile the roof but nothing?

just a shocked reaction and worried hands rising to ritsu’s face /this is acrobat ritsu erasure/

Tohru going up isn’t ooc or anything like that but the fall and the hand held out in particular were obviously a foreshadow to 2 events and it makes everyone look bad and makes the emphasis on Tohru and Ritsu’s connection “you have to decide for yourself”, the line before she fell and everything after is overshadowed by TOHRU YOU ALMOST FELL OFF THE FREAKING ROOF. the moment steals some of the impact of Tohru revealing that her person WAS her mom. leaving Ritsu to be dumbstruck during the whole speech instead of calmly taking it in and coming to a similar conclusion as Tohru.

so basically this episode sacrificed Tohru’s internal struggle resonating and inspiring Ritsu for a triumphant rescue that feels less genuine (imo). the desperation of Tohru’s speech, particularly the latter half, is at first egged on by Ritsu’s dramatic actions and then later despite her dramatic fall vs. the connection she felt with Ritsu’s feelings in the manga causing her to share freely.

it also undermines Ritsu’s own initiative of reaching out to Tohru multiple times (visiting, reacting to her first speech, asking about Okami, and later the resolution sparked by their conversation). It went from Ritsu making an effort to have an important genuine conversation with Tohru to being so passive for most of the speech.

the situations 100-to-0 stakes take away from what Tohru’s trying to say and WHICH line first reached Ritsu. i would have preferred the latter half of the speech to take place AFTER ritsu had taken Tohru’s hand or when they were safe on the ground while mitsuru slept near them.

so i guess the law of equivalent exchange asked us to trade Tohru and Ritsu’s connection for more cute Mitsuritsu and boys as useful as lamposts. that’s a bittersweet price already paid

#i'm actually posting an episode opinion lol #don't get it twisted i love mitsuritsu #all the yuki and haru scenes i trust to come later #and hopefully yuki bandaging tohru's hand sneaks in #i will mourn hatori's quote about people not criticizing you as much as you think #gawsh i hope there aren't typos or repetitve themes as i hit post without checking #proper capitlization is for people who type earlier than sleepy #fb anime critical #thetravelerkureno.post

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soft-femagines · 6 years ago

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TGSA back at it again. I'm sure I'm gonna send A LOT of requests so don't feel bad about ignoring some for a bit if it's like a lot of the same person lol. Anyway, speaking of requests, this time FEH OC edition. How would Alfonse, Eir, and Bruno react to someone flirting with their S/O in front of them? Not like subtle flirting I mean like AGGRESSIVE flirting

Mmm.. Yes… Alfonse ask…. I like that. Also Bruno recognition! Yay! FEH needs more Bruno. I doubt we’re going to get much of him in Book lll though. Also I’m going to do headcannons for the bois and a drabble for Eir

Alfonse, Eir, and Bruno reacting to aggressive flirting with s/o

Alfonse

• Alfonse gets worried very easily. He cannot sit still if there’s any chance of you being in danger

• So when this dangerously audacious individual chooses to flirt with you right in front of him

• He goes into protecc mode

• He waits for you to tell them off first. He’s not your mom, and he knows you can defend yourself against some silly flirt. But he’s still in protecc mode, just in case.

• At this stage, he can be found glaring over whatever he’s holding

• Usually, at this point, the flirt is gone. A combination of rejection from you and intimidation factor from Alfonse often has them backing off.

• Not this time. No, this person won’t give you a break, and even goes so far as to trace their hand along your face. You swat the hand away like a spider. The person proceeds to grab your wrist.

• At this stage, Alfonse can be found with Fólkvangr drawn, pointed, and ready to s t a b

• Look. It may seem a bit much to pull a sword on someone while you’re shopping, but Alfonse isn’t very old. People who aren’t very old don’t make the wisest decisions.

• The person turns pale and trips backwards. “Holy fuck, ok ok! I’m leaving!”

• After they’ve run off, tail between their legs, you turn to Alfonse.

•“Alfonse. I love you. And I appreciate what you did greatly. But you can’t draw your sword in the middle of a store”

“But they grabbed you!”

“But nothing. There are probably kids around here somewhere. Just… Don’t do it again, alright?”

*sigh* He gives in. “Alright.”

Bruno

• Bruno is a surprisingly kind man. But if he wants to be intimidating… hoo boy.

• All you wanted to do was get some shopping done with your partner. Was that really so much to ask?

• Turning towards him, you hold up a coat and say “Hey, do you think I can pull this off?”

• He opens his mouth to respond, but before he has a chance, a voice cuts in from behind you.

“How about I pull it off for you?”

•You turned around. Bruno looked over your shoulder. Something twitched deep inside his chest. How dare someone say that to his partner.

• Someone had crept up on you, and was now leaning on the wall with a rose in their teeth.

“You’re my type. Ditch this loser and have some fun with me.”

• You told them off with a tight smile. They weren’t having it.

•They stalked forwards and leaned towards you. “I said, ‘you’re my type’. I’ve got some friends here with me. I have my ways of making you say yes, you know.”

• Bruno proceeds to wrap his arms over your chest, resting his head on your shoulder.

“Sorry, this one’s taken. Leave.”

“Oh? Did I ask you?” They said, looking down on the two of you, their tone insufferable. “Get lost, or I’ll call my- mmph!!?”

Bruno had detached himself from you and grabbed their jaw, thumb and forefinger digging into their cheeks.

“Did you say you had friends here with you? I’m sorry, but it seems your jaw won’t be in one piece by the time you call them over.”

He released the flirt, who was gawking and making pitiful noises. They backed up, sputtered, and ran.

Bruno turned to you. “Are you quite all right?”

“Heh, yeah. Thank you, really.” You let out the breath you didn’t realize you were holding. “So, about that coat…”

He laughed. “It looks good on you!”

Eir

You took your time to pore over the rows of market goods. You were in no hurry, as you wanted Eir to be able to find you when she returned.

“I just need to grab some apples, I’ll return soon. Wait for me!” She’d said, right before drifting away into the busy crowd. It was a wonder she didn’t get swept up in it.

It was as you were gazing over a particularly intricate sculpture when you felt a rough arm wrap around your waist, sending a jolt down your spine. You spun around and swatted the hand away.

“Excuse me!” You exclaimed at the one who touched you. Before you stood an unshaven, burly man with a disgusting grin on his face. Two of his teeth were missing.

“Aw, what’sa matter? Come on now, come home with me, I’ll show’ya a good time.” His grin widened. He stepped forwards. “Whad’ya say?”

You stepped back, your voice harsh. “No, kindly leave me alone. I already have someone.”

He continued his advance, sizing you up like a chunk of meat. “I think you’d best stay quiet and come with me. If you’re good, I might even pay you…”

His eyes flicked up and focused behind you. “Oi. Get out of here. This don’t concern you.”

You looked behind you to see Eir standing behind you, bag of apples in hand. She did not look happy.

“Kindly remove your filthy hands from my partner.” Her voice rang out, clear, cold, and commanding. You shuddered. She never, ever used that voice with you. It was just like her mother’s.

The man threw back his head. “Grah ha ha ha! And what are you gonna do about it, huh girle?”

Suddenly, the air turned cold. Eir stepped forwards, past you, and grabbed the mans wrist. She leaned in and whispered something into his ear. His face turned white, his eyes widened. Eir leaned back and watched him, maintaining her firm hold on his wrist.

“Eir? What in the world did you…” You reached out to place your hand on her shoulder.

She turned her head. “I’m showing him his… Wait, no!”

Your hand connected with her skin. An onslaught of images masqueraded through your head. Dark alleyway, bathed in torchlight. Voices shouting. Surrounded. The man, the one who had grabbed you, was on the floor, begging and pleading for his life. But he was different somehow. Tangled hair, tattered clothes, lines etched roughly into his face. He was… Was he older? Whispers began to fill your ears. They were saying… Numbers? Who’s voice is that? Your chest tightened. Dread slithered its way into you, taking hold of your thoughts.

You gasped, falling ungraciously onto your rear end. The market. A few curious people were beginning to gather. Eir still stood, her grip on the man remained. She was looking at you, worry etched in her face. The man was shaking. He had turned completely white. Eir released her grip and he fell to his knees, coughing for air.

“Wh- What was that?” You choked out.

“That man… Now knows the exact date and circumstances surrounding his death.” She said, helping you up. “He will not bother you again.”

“Oh, I- I see…”

“I’m sorry. Was it too much?” She brushed off your shoulders. “I simply wanted to make sure he couldn’t harm you.”

“No, I’m grateful, really! And besides, the way he was speaking,” You shuddered. “I suspect this isn’t the first time he’s done something awful to someone on their lonesome. He had it coming.” You took her hand. “We should leave, people are staring.”

“Mm. We should.” The two of you pushed your way past the whimpering man, through the gathering crowd. As terrifying as she could be, you somehow felt a lot safer having Eir near you.

#I'm love alfonse #Bench boi best boi #Also bruno's wasn't really headcannons i know shut up karen #I was originally going to do HC's for all three #but I got an idea for Eir and got carried away teehee #eir #Alfonse #fire emblem heroes #fire emblem imagines #Mod Eirika #That gay shit anon #tgsa #Bruno

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thefemdomenchantress · 6 years ago

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The Enchantress #89

A bit of a minor story (Edit: Never mind, it turned out long. I keep doing this to myself!) in between big works. These are the same amazons from #32. I like to believe that the amazons weren’t bad people and really didn’t understand how the Enchantress had screwed them and the hero over at the time. They’re pals now.

Hero: I come bearing gifts of wheat and dyes.

Amazonian Guard: Come on in, hero. You don’t need to bring a gift every time you come here.

The hero is lead into the amazonian work camp. Women all around him look up as he passes by. Some even wave at the familiar sight. He waves back.

Finally he makes it to the medicine woman of the tribe.

Amazon MW: Ah, hero. You’re the only one male that I would trust with the task.

Hero: What is it that you need of me, medicine woman?

Amazon MW: Not a simple task at all, I’m afraid. Please, come into the tent and see for yourself.

They walk into a stone and wood building that serves as the village infirmary. They walk to a sealed off door, which the medicine woman unlocks. They both enter the room.

It’s a windowless room kept aglow with glowing fungi. There is a bed. Upon that bed is a young amazonian woman who couldn’t be much more than twenty years of age. She sits up as they enter the room and smiles, her eyes barely open.

Hero: Who is this?

Amazon MW: She is called “Fire Heir” and is the youngest heir to the East Amazonian throne. She will one day inherit control of not insubstantial amount of land and resources. But she’s ill.

Fire Heir: ~Tee hee~ A man! How funny…

Amazon MW: Don’t mind her. She’s been possessed by some sort of magical affliction that I don’t have a cure for readily available. It warps her personality, drowns her inhibitions and makes her say what’s on her mind-

Fire Heir: Oh my Gods! I’m going to die!

Amazon MW: No no no! It’s not fatal at all, dear! *Turning to the hero and whispering* But it could be permanent if it’s not treated soon. I may not know much about this ailment, but I bet a well traveled person such as yourself has seen at least something similar before?

Hero: I have, yes. And there has always been either a cure or treatment. I’m sure there’s one for this too.

Amazon MW: Excellent! I am confident that with your experience and resources we shall be able to cure her. But I will also need you to act as this Fire Heir’s caretaker as well.

Hero: But why ask me to do this? I’m sure you have amazons who would be better equipped for this job.

Amazon MW: Two reasons, hero. One, there is a rule among us that heirs to the throne may not be touched by any fellow amazons aside from us medicine women.

Hero: Hmm. That’s not as uncommon a rule as you’d think. I know many countries and kingdoms who have even stricter laws pertaining to how royalty is treated.

Amazon MW: The second is that Fire Heir has been the target of several assassinations since she’s been ill. Fellow heirs after her inheritance see her sickness as a chance to kill her off and pass her death as illness-related. It would work too, as much of the village believes the illness as deadlier than it is.

Fire Heir: ~They wanna off my head, ‘cuz they’re jealous of the big ol’ land I’m gonna get when my mom dies. *Giggles* I’m in tough shit, ain’t I?

Hero: I’ll protect her. And I’ll help you develop the cure. But… One question?

Amazon MW: Yes?

Hero: …Why did you not simply ask The Enchantress for help?

Amazon MW: *Looks guilty* She is still our benefactor, despite the… incident… But we trust her less and less nowadays.

Hero: Hmm.

Amazon MW: I, personally, was not available at the time when they… kidnapped you… If I had I would have determined the true cause of their illnesses in time to stop them-!

Hero: I don’t blame you, medicine woman. Nor do I blame your queendom. Let’s get to work.

*** *** ***

Hero: It’s been three days, Fire Heir. Me and the medicine woman are still hard at work. Are you feeling okay? Feeling any better, at least?

Fire Heir: *Grabs the hero by the shoulder* Nope! Still a dumb dumb!

Hero: It’s not permanent. I assure you.

Fire Heir: ~Hehehe, it’s not that bad! I definitely feel happier this way. Is that wrong?

Hero: Well, whether you’re happy or not we’re still gonna cure you. *Takes her hands off his shoulder, but she fights back*

Fire Heir: ~Nooo, please! Let me touch you!

Hero: Huh?

Fire Heir: ~I haven’t felt anyone’s skin since I was a child! Except for the ol’ medicine woman.

Hero: Um, I don’t think I should- Oof!

The heir pulled the hero down onto the bed, and fell asleep holding him in her muscular arms. Her illness did nothing to hinder her physical might. The hero remained trapped in her arms until rescued by the medicine woman.

*** *** ***

Fire Heir: ~You two are spending SO MUCH time together! Are you dating?

Amazon MW: *Chuckling as she rubs oil on Fire Heir’s bare back* I doubt my wife would approve of that, Fire Heir. Besides, everyone knows of the hero’s tangled mess of a love life, and no one wants to get caught in that web.

Hero: Don’t go telling her that! She’ll misunderstand!

Fire Heir: ~Aww… I wish the hero wasn’t dating anyone… I want to mate with him…

The hero splutters and nearly drops the medicine tin as the medicine woman laughs.

Amazon MW: Fire Heir, you don’t even know what “mating” is.

*** *** ***

Hero, swinging his sword: Gah! Take THIS!

Assassin Amazon: GRAH! Damn you! May the enchantress betray you and EAT YOUR SOUL YOU DAMN-!

The assassin doesn’t get another word out as the hero kicks her in the chin, knocking her out.

Hero: Fire Heir? Where are you, you’re safe!

Fire Heir peers from behind the stone bed she had been hiding from.

Fire Heir: ~I’m in tough shit… I’m in such tough shit…

Hero: Hey now, no you’re not. I’ll protect you until it’s all over.

Fire Heir: ~I… I can’t… I don’t know what to do… Nothing makes sense, and maybe nothing will ever make sense again, and there are people trying to kill me and… And… And I don’t know how not to be sad about it…

The heir gasps as the hero wraps his arms around her, embracing her.

Hero: I never said you couldn’t be sad. I just said it’s going to be okay.

The heir sobbed into his shoulder.

*** *** ***

Hero: We’ve made some progress. The problem remains, however, that this cure will be a little more painful than we anticipated. Lots of injections, needles, and even minor surgery to extract the parasite…

Amazon MW: The worst part is that there is no anaesthetic that works on Amazon bodies.

Hero: Well, we’ll have to make the world’s first one then. I have grown protective of Fire Heir and I want to see what she’s like when she isn’t sick.

Amazon MW: I too would like to see her old self again. So soft and polite… On the topic, have you taken to sleeping beside her?

Hero: It comforts her, I think.

*** *** ***

Fire Heir: …~Hero?

Hero, reading a book about surgery: Yes?

Fire Heir: ~Will you tell me about the enchantress and the princess?

Hero: … *Puts the book away* How do you know about them?

Fire Heir: ~D’aw, everyone knows about them you silly bison, you! The enchantress says she’s your real girl and the princess is just a girl on the side but… We don’t trust her all that much…

Hero: Oh. Well, don’t believe anything she says. I don’t want to talk about them.

Fire Heir: ~ Oh Come on! Just a little bit, please?

Hero: …Would it make you happy?

Fire Heir: ~Happy enough to sleep alone at night again, if that’s what it’ll take to get you to talk.

Hero: Hmm… Okay. Well, you know the enchantress. I don’t know what she’s said to you, but she and I actually don’t-

Fire Heir: ~ No no no, please start with the juicier stuff! We know a lot about the enchantress already so tell me about the princess first!

Hero: Sure. She… She was my best friend. I met her when we were really young. I was around six, maybe seven. And she’s royal, just like you I suppose.

Fire Heir: ~Oooh, so she wasn’t allowed to be touched by anyone either?

Hero: Anyone of peasant blood. That means… You know what? Never mind. It just means she wasn’t allowed to be touched by basically anyone. But she also wasn’t allowed to have friends. She was raised mostly by caretakers.

Fire Heir: ~Just like me…

Hero: She knew nothing of the world. Even I knew moreso than her, and I was feral. So I would sneak into her room at night and we’d play and learn from each other.

Fire Heir: ~And mate?

Hero: No. We’d play, and pretend we had normal lives. I’d go on long quests, but I always came back to her, with gifts and cool stories to tell. She… she was my first home.

Fire Heir: ~Oh…

Hero: But we don’t play anymore. We still talk, and we’re still friendly. But… But we can’t talk to each other like we used to.

Fire Heir: ~You don’t touch? You don’t hug, or kiss, or at least hold hands?

Hero: We used to. We don’t anymore. Because we know it’s best for her this way. One day she will…

The hero takes a minute to collect himself. Fire Heir notices how deep a breath he takes before he speaks again.

Hero: She’ll marry someone else. A prince, or duke… someone a princess is supposed to marry. So we can’t pretend we’re… that we can be close.

Fire Heir: … ~I think you two should still touch.

Hero: Why do you think so?

Fire Heir: ~I know for a fact that she probably wants to, and not being able to must be killing her.

Hero: … I suppose-!

The Fire Heir is suddenly slapping him on the head like a drum.

Fire Heir: ~Don’t be a meanie to your princess, fuckhead!

*** *** ***

Fire Heir: ~Nooo! Let them go, you shitty cunts!

Assassin #1: Only if you comply, girl.

The hero is held down by two assassins as a third holds a knife to the medicine woman. Fire Heir is standing up, swaying from the effort. She holds the hero’s sword, which had been knocked out of his hands previously.

Fire Heir: You awful troglodytes! Don’t you hurt them!

Assassin #1: While the hero has been kept awake by your night terrors, neediness, and trite whining we have been plotting this moment! Stop resisting and let us poison you. We can’t use our swords on you, unfortunately.

The assassin walks up to the Fire Heir, confident in her ability to deal with a sick woman who has never wielded a weapon in her life before… and is given a burning cut across her fingers for her troubles.

Assassin #1: Tch! Surprising… So the hero’s taught you a few tricks… But you’re still too weak for me. Girls, keep the medicine woman in chains. We’ll need to make sure her death matches Fire Heir’s so we can claim them as “symptoms” of “illness.”

Assassin #2: What about the hero?

Assassin #1: *Grinning* Do what you will.

One of the assassins knead the hero’s crotch through his pants. Fire Heir almost drops the sword in shock. The hero squirms as he grows erect.

Hero: Urk! D-damn it…

Fire Heir: ~W-wait… what’s going on?

Assassin #1: You’ve never seen a male orgasm before, have you? Growing distracted I see.

Fire Heir watches, mesmerized as the hero squirms in their grasp, trying to resist. The way he wiggles his hips, the way he begins to moan, the way he seems to unwillingly enjoy the torture despite hating it…

She almost doesn’t notice the assassin approaching her until it is almost too late. In her shock she follows her instinct and throws the sword back to the hero.

The hero catches it in his mouth, slashing at his two surprised opponents. He quickly dives at the head assassin, slaying her before she could touch the heir. The ones holding the medicine woman had already fled.

Fire Heir:~Is… Is medicine woman safe?

Hero: She’ll be fine. They merely slipped her some sleeping powder. I’m proud of you, heir. You did the best you-?

Fire Heir had leaned down at the hero and was poking at his crotch, looking at it in curiosity. The hero doesn’t move, bewildered. Even among corpses of assassins, the dazed woman is more focused on his cock.

The hero tries to tell her to stop, but she is too out of it to hear him. He tries to pry her wrist away from his cock, but she’s too strong and has already wrapped two hands around his erection through his pants.

He doesn’t want to hurt her, and every other method of removing her in his skill set would do so. So he stands there and vainly struggles to stop her.

She pulls down his pants. He’s erect and hard. She holds his cock in her hands, feeling the warmth. It’s large, much larger than the biology books implied. The tip is growing wet. She squeezes gently and hears the hero moan. The sound is delicious.

Hero: Fire Heir…

She squeezes again. And again. It’s growing wet at the tip. She squeezes again, but this time she doesn’t let go. She holds it and tugs once to see what would happen and hears the hero yelp.

Hero: Fire Heir!

She wants so badly to know what it would taste like…

Hero: FIRE HEIR!

Fire heir hears him and looks up. The hero is staring frantically at her, trying to pull away from her firm, tight grasp. He’s obviously uncomfortable.

Guiltily, she let go.

*** *** ***

Hero: We did it… But I feel as though we’ve sold our souls to the devil.

Amazon MW: It’s the world’s first anaesthetic for amazons. I’m shocked we accomplished such a feat, even if it’s unorthodox.

Fire Heir: ~What? What kind of anamawhatzit? What’s so weird about it? *Giggles* You’re all being so serious, but isn’t this a good thing?

Hero: … This chemical that we’re about to inject in you will not only put you to sleep, but you won’t wake up or feel pain until the surgery is over. However…

Fire Heir: ~ Yes? YES?

Amazon MW: You’ll experience an hour long orgasm.

Fire Heir: ~Hmm? An hour long whatzit now?

Hero: We’ve… we’ve basically invented orgasm in a bottle.

Amazon MW: I doesn’t create orgasms, per se. But it will extend any that she feels after consumption, and heighten it to the point where it’s 95% of what her body will feel.

Hero: Theoretically blocking out her body’s pain receptors. Not a perfect anesthesia since she won’t be in a relaxed state, but for the minor surgery required…

Fire Heir: ~Hmm… I don’t completely know what you’re saying… But I do know this. I think HERO should be the one to give me the Orgasm or whatever!

Hero: HUH?

Fire Heir: ~Yes, that sounds right. Medicine woman is experienced in all things medicine, so she’ll need to give me the drug… so the hero should do the orgasm making! Yes, that makes sense! In the interest of self preservation I demand that this is how it is done, or there will be NO surgery!

The heir smiles brightly before staring off into space. The hero and medicine woman were not fooled, however. It was obvious that, as inexperienced as she may be and as much as her magic affliction was affecting her, that she was not as clueless about the topic as she appeared.

Amazon MW: Well… It’s her orders… And I do think it’s best it is you anyway. You’re far closer to her age than I ever will be, so it’s more appropriate.

Hero: I know, but… Damn it.

Amazon MW: *Muttering* Damn near everyone on the island knows you’re good with your fingers.

Hero: FINE.

*** *** ***

The drug is administered by the medicine woman. The Fire Heir lay nude on the bed. The hero places his fingers close to her pussy lips, but doesn’t quite enter her with his fingers or tongue yet.

Making use of his extensive experiences, he teases her by slowly edging closer and closer to her pussy’s inner walls, tasting the outer folds gently. The heir shudders. One finger gently spreading his saliva around while the other gently pressed inward.

The hero’s teasing is quite effective as the dazed and delirious heir decides to grab his hair and pull him closer. His protests are shut down as she squeezes him between her thighs.

His tongue works its magic, touching and lathering up her pussy, and circling around her clit. Around… around… closer and closer until…

Fire Heir: ~Nooo! Wait! I changed my mind!

The heir squeezes the hero’s head with her thighs like a vice, signalling him to stop.

Fire Heir: ~Please… Hero… Not with your tongue… With your dick. Pleeease…

Hero: Mmph!

Fire Heir: ~ I want to feel it for real… Please…

The hero frees himself from her thighs and stared bewildered. He looks at the Medicine Woman, not sure how to proceed. She’s already preparing the hero a condom.

He applies the condom and position himself between the heir’s legs. She’s already spreading them, ready for him.

He penetrates her slowly, and when he hears her gasp he quickens the pace.

An amazon’s sex organ, likewise with anyone with a vagina, loosens when aroused. But because of their powerful muscles they also tighten, firmly caressing and squeezing any penis inserted.

Fire Heir gasps and bucks as the hero keeps his pace steady, desperate not to cum early and ruin the op. He need not worry though. The heir cums in a loud, scream filled orgasm.

Her body convulses in pleasure and continues to do so long after one minute passes. She bounces and squirms, until the medicine puts her to sleep, though it’s clear that even in her dreams she is experiencing unnatural bliss.

*** ***

Two hours pass.

Amazon MW: … There. The surgery is finished, and she should be cured of this magical mind affliction.

Hero: Now we just wait until she awakens.

Amazon MW: … This anesthetic we’ve created… It works on humans too.

Hero: . . .

Amazon MW: We can’t hide it from the enchantress, hero. She’ll find out, and if we don’t give it to her she might punish us. And when we give it to her… you’ll be the first person she tries it on.

Hero: I know.

Amazon MW: I can develop an antidote for it…

Hero: But not immediately, right?

Amazon MW: No.

Hero: Damn.

Fire Heir: Ugh… So bright…

Amazon MW: Fire Heir! You’re awake. How are you?

Fire Heir: I am… feeling very ill. And my head and sides hurt. But… I think I feel better than I have in weeks.

Hero: Wow, is this how you normally speak?

The heir saw the hero and grew red and embarrassed, an emotion he had never seen on her before.

Fire Heir: Great hero. I… I must apologize for the way I’ve been treating you. I’m deeply ashamed.

Hero: You were not in the right state of mind. You were sick and under duress. No need for apologies, your majesty.

Amazon MW: Sleep well, young one. We will have to announce that you’re better in the morning. The assassination attempts will stop now that your death can’t be disguised as a natural cause.

*** *** ***

The ceremony celebrating Fire Heir’s health was over the top by design, meant to spread the word far and wide. The amazon kingdom’s three other heirs, Earth heir, Wind Heir, and Metal Heir had been invited and greeted their half sister with a cheeriness too bright to be genuine. The hero wondered which of them had sent the assassins.

That question was answered when he witness the Fire Heir shake the hands of Earth Heir and whisper something in her ear. Earth Heir seemed incredible shaken for the rest of the day.

Seeing Fire Heir calm and calculating as she met with the amazonian citizens was incredible. He was used to her giggling, crying, raving, and saying whatever came to her mind with no filter at all. But here it was clear why her sister wished for her death: of the four she was the most ready to take the throne if she so wished.

After the celebrations, Fire Heir had one more gift for the hero. She grabbed his hand and brought him to her royal bedroom.

*** *** ***

Fire Heir: Hero… Before you leave tomorrow, I wanted to do something for you tonight, if you accept.

Hero: Fire heir, if you’re offering what I think you’re offering I want you to know it’s really not necessary.

Fire Heir: Please, listen. All throughout this ordeal I’ve been acting foolish, loony, and terribly aggressive. What with what the enchantress put you through last time, and what I’ve put you through now… I want to leave you with a better, more dignified idea of what sex with an amazon is like.

Hero: Are… are you sure?

Fire Heir: I’m going into the closet to change. And when I come out, if you’re still here… Well, you know.

*** *** ***

The hero was still there when she exited the closet. She wore a red and gold silk dress and held in her hands various velvety ribbons. The hero himself had taken off his shirt. Fire Heir smirked, admiring his body.

She walked up to him and took his hands in hers, beckoning him to stand.

Fire Heir: No matter what the enchantress tells us, you don’t belong to her. Though I know deep down you want to belong to the princess, you don’t. Not yet, anyway.

Hero: What do you mean?

Fire Heir: I firmly believe that next time you meet with your princess you’ll, hopefully, wisen up. And then you won’t be single anymore. Which means this is my last chance to do this.

Hero: To do what?

Fire Heir: To make love to you without guilt.

She kissed him on the lips. Not hungrily, but for a long, long time. Then she took his hands and folded them firmly, but gently, behind his back, wrapping them in the velvet ribbons. The hero raised an eyebrow.

Fire Heir: Amazons like to show off the superiority of their muscles to males they sleep with. Regular amazons do so with wrestling, play-fighting, and the like. I myself did this to you when I was delirious.

Hero: You don’t have to apologize.

Fire Heir: I know. You made that clear. But I do have to correct myself. I am a royal amazon. We royal amazons show off our strength through a demonstration.

Fire Heir picked up a few velvet ribbons between her two fingers and easily tore them neatly in two. She nodded for the hero to try and free himself of the ribbons tying him up. Struggle as he might, the hero couldn’t escape the bondage.

Fire Heir: Hero… It’s exciting, isn’t it? Being in the presence of someone so much stronger than you…

Hero: K-kind of…

The Fire Heir pushed him down onto the bed and crawled atop him, her two muscular arms holding her up like two powerful pillars. The hero couldn’t help but stare.

Fire Heir: It excites you, knowing that even if you didn’t agree to this I could, if I wanted to, take you anyways.

Hero: …

Fire Heir: I am your superior, hero. In a fight between us perhaps you could be the victor, but never a grapple, or a contest of strength. Admit it.

Hero: I… I admit you’re stronger than I am.

Fire Heir: No, hero. Admit that you love being weaker than I am.

Hero: N-no. That’s not true…!

The Fire Heir slipped his pants down with her dexterous feet. She wrapped a finger around his cock and smiled.

Fire Heir: You will admit it.

Hero: You won’t get me to say that.

Fire Heir: There’s no resisting a royal amazon, hero.

Hero: T-try me…

A poor choice of wording. The heir gripped him and pumped him with her powerful fingers, all while keeping her lustful and playful gaze on the hero. Then, when he was just beginning to moan, she wrapped her lips around his tip, driving him crazy, desperately squirming to try and escape the ribbons tying him down.

Fire Heir: Mmm, so that is how you taste…

She stood up on her knees, letting go of the hero’s cock. She giggled at his disappointment.

She took off her underwear, but kept the dress on. She positioned herself over the hero’s erection, hands around her waist. She smiled smugly.

Fire Heir: Before I lower myself, I want to hear you say it.

Hero: D-damn it…

Fire Heir: Do it. It’ll make me enjoy this so much more. It will make me feel so confident and superior as I dominate you.

Hero: I… I love… being weaker than you… Please. Take me.

The heir laughed as she lowered herself, positioning herself carefully and taking the hero in her. He gasped as she rocked back and forth. She squeezed him firm in her muscles, enjoying his reactions. She loved dominating him so thoroughly.

She never took her hands off her hips, and despite enjoying his dick immensely, controlled her face as to treat the hero as though she wasn’t putting her all into dominating him. She almost hummed.

But she as the hero came so close to cumming she decided to drop the act. She laughed and screamed, and rode him with passion.

And the hero came with such an intensity, with her following along soon after.

And then they were spent.

Fire Heir: Heh heh… Yes! This time you came first.

Hero: Guilty as charged…

Fire Heir: *Chuckle* Ready to go again? We amazon royalty have infamous endurance.

Hero: Please… Have mercy…

Fire Heir: *Whispers* Never.

[The End]

*** *** ***

[I wrote this meaning for it to be a short just because I wanted to revisit the Amazons from #32. It turned into this. Whoops. ]

[Bonus Hero x Princess stuff under the line. If you’re just here for the smut, that’s all folks!]

*** *** ***

The hero stood in the palace gardens, approaching the wall corner. This was how they always met: speaking from their side of a corner, facing the other way. Never touching. Safe.

He heard the princess on the other side.

Hero: Hey.

Princess: It’s been a while.

Hero: What have you been up to?

Princess: Trying to get my father to grant me more time in the library. And snooping in on conversations about politics and wars, that kind of stuff. Haven’t found out anything useful though. How about you?

Hero: I’ve been in the amazon kingdom. They needed me to help them save one of their heirs.

Princess: I see.

Hero: Um… I also slept with their heir. It wasn’t anything deep. Sex and nothing more.

Princess: Heh. I don’t mind. I fantasize about sleeping with tons of guys when you’re away. Married kings, handsome incubi, Chris Hensworth…

Hero: Damn it, I never should have shown you those Earth Magazines!

Princess: I’m trying to say, it’s alright. Besides. We’re not technically… together.

Hero: But we’re still friends, right?

Princess: Forever. But…

The hero waited. He heard her sigh. The words of Fire Heir rang in his ears. “I think you two should still touch…”

Princess: It’s just… I’m starting to really hate this wall between us.

Hero: It’s… it’s so if we get caught, you can say you didn’t see me.

Princess: Maybe I should get it taken down. Then what would you do?

Hero: Princess, please.

Princess: I’m just joking. I know… being around me… makes you uncomfortable. And this wall helps ease the pain of not getting to be with each other. I don’t mind. Shall we get to work?

Hero: … Okay.

They planned out the hero’s next adventure. Ideas on where the hero should go, what he should do, which rebellions he should help with and which he should squash. All the while the urge to reach out and grab the princess’s hand grew and grew, but for all of his bravery, the hero was cursed with cowardice in this one regard.

Princess: …and that should be all.

Hero: I suppose…

Princess: I… I guess you should go.

Hero: Y-yeah…

He wanted it so badly. Just reach out… Just touch the princess…

Hero: …

Princess: …

Hero: Goodbye.

Princess: Bye.

The hero heard the princess walk away.

…

Hero: Princess.

Princess: Yes, hero-?!

The hero took the princess into a deep, tight, fierce hug, which she returned with equal enthusiasm.

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cutegirlmayra · 7 years ago

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so now that you know what infinite is like more in depth, would you do anothet infinite x amy prompt?

( x used with permission from the artist! Please support them as well! *If you’re an artist, or know good artist friends, please consider allowing me to use your art as ‘preview images’ for these prompts! I always credit and am very grateful for the permission! Thank you! And I hope you enjoy these prompts ^^ )

Wahh!? You want me to portray Infinite in love!? Isn’t that… a weakness!?!? Then again… it could also empower to a dark degree as well…

Prompt:

The final battle.

The last showdown.

I knew these pathetic rebels were no match for my power… nor my new strength.

Infinite folded his arms, floating above the mortal ordeal and looking down with judgment upon all who fought below…

Illusions… resistance… all are simply intangible… and fleeting…

He lifted a hand to caress his Phantom Ruby… Fully powered and operational… even after their attempts at destroying its power source…

I allowed myself to experience the utmost pain and agony through having the Doctor work on my weak and mortal frame… the pathetic existence that shook before a real challenge of pure, immortal power..! Heh, the fools…

He clutched tightly to the Ruby,… before shaking his head and peering down at the resistance, desperately fighting now that the sun was gone.

He would soon have to face Sonic again… which… wouldn’t be a problem.

He lowered himself a little in the air, searching…

His tail swished with each slow movement, having absolute precision. After all… although the Ruby was perfect and flawless… so much power in him caused some caution to be considered…

He had to hold back… only when making small adjustments with himself… but had no problem letting it loose… to reign over the disgusting filth of this world; smelling like fear, tasting of dust and the creatures below it… All were lower than sand. All were nothing more than frightened animals… he was now perfect. Empowered and powerful! What more could he want? What mere sacrifice on their part could stop him? What begging… he already let one go and now look what it did.

My mistake.

He chuckled in his mind, still searching for Sonic and the one that got away…

He slowly floated over the battlefield. “Next time… I’ll leave no root for hope to grow…”

Then he heard a sharp cry of might from the battlefield.

“What?” He was spooked at first and silently cursed himself for it. He would never admit it, but as his fist clenched back his futile human emotions… he knew he could never fully be the Phantom Ruby’s perfect surrogate host….

“That girl…”

He peered down, seeing more fully that a pink hedgehog charged and whammed her hammer into an illusion, shattering it’s red-cubed appearance and becoming nothing more than a faded memory…

…She’s so small…

He watched carefully, finding it amusing that something seemingly so weak and vulnerable was actually something that most flawed creatures might fear.

He swiped his body away and turned, holding his clawed hand up, his eyes still lingering on her strong image behind him. “I once had comrades of the same kind.” He tried to fight back the passing memory…

Their red blood on his hands…

“Heh. She’s not entirely like her though…” he looked back, remembering his pack’s sister…

Amy leaped skyward, the air catching her a moment to still her as if she floated in the air. The Shadow illusion looked around, before up to her swift approach.

She smashed down and shook the earth as his illusion-body was crushed before the hammer even hit the ground.

“..Impressive..” Infinite abruptly tilted his body in her direction, before she looked up. He stood as if a king above her, and held his head up to reflect such a status. “For a worm of the earth…”

“Grr…” Amy tightened her hold on her hammer, bending down as if ready to jump up and challenge him.

“You’re the one that hurt Sonic!” She spat out, “Ohhh!!! I’ve been hankering to take you down myself for what you made us all go through! Especially Sonic!”

“…Oh, you have?” He found this strangely amusing and mocked her passionate tone. He dipped his torso as if to fully see her and possibly intimidate her.

It was strangely intimate… him bowing to look more deeply into those orbs of brightly colored green… full of wrath and intoxicating love for revenging her fallen hero…

“….I would love to see you try… but…” He leaned up, as swirled his hand around her small frame from his point-of-view, floating away. “All I see is a fearful rat.”

Amy gasped as she saw the swarm of illusions, surrounding her and then advancing to ambush her.

Their soulless eyes…

She glared up at Infinite again, “You think you’re somehow better than us?!”

Offended, his prideful wrath stopped him from moving any further away. His eye widened in fury, but he remained calm to listen to what other last words she’s like to mutter…

“You’re not immune to fear!” she cried out, as she swung her hammer to strike up dust, causing the illusions to look around the dust cloud and some run into each other, tearing the other apart.

A Zavok one looked around, before being taken out by a silhouette in the dust.

“Fear can have many forms… but even the most powerful can’t predict the unknown..”

Infinite flew down, landing a foot to the ground, then another, and searching for her instead of Sonic…

“What..? You think a little trick of the dust is going to stop me?!” he lightly took some floating dirt in his hand before crushing it, and then turned to spray it at a shadowed figure…

A Metal Sonic was revealed, before something gripped his foot and tripped him, dragging him back into the dust cloud as he frantically tried to grip the ground and crawl away.

Once he disappeared, Infinite felt something odd.. a pang of his heartbeat that he had long-since thought dead.

He felt his breathing growing more rapid, and in rage at this feeling being familiar, he burst his power out and created a large wind that blew the dust away.

All there was… were illusions knocked unconscious on the ground… bursting as they faded into red cubes…

His arms pulled back, “How can this.. Where is she?!” he spun himself to and fro, looking for her.

“Rrraaa…RAAHHHH!!” he summoned another fleet of illusions that tore through the resistance, trying to find her…

“Infinite! What are you doing!?” Eggman’s voice snapped him out of his insane fixation on the girl…

“Huh?” he swiped his crazed eye towards the pulsing glow of his mask and ear… Eggman continued.

“You don’t have time for squashing insects! Have your fun AFTER you finally destroy Sonic!”

“…Consider him already deceased…” Infinite held a hand to his mask, rising up from being hunched over, mad with the thought of her blood on his hand… to mingle with the rest of the stupefied creatures that fell to his supreme power…

He was going to create this new world… he was going to rule it. Run it with power, with absolute certainty that nothing ‘bigger’ or ‘better’ was above him. He would be the ultimate… He would destroy heaven and hell itself if he had too… He would become-!

Well… there was Eggman to consider…

His technical creator…

“What are you standing around for!? Infinite! Destroy Sonic!”

…The red of his blood will soon trickle down his claws…

Just as Sonic’s would…

And all his little friends…

“As you wish… Doctor.” It was like a death sentence, but Eggman only sneered from a distance.

Hanging up, Eggman turned in his eggpod, looking down to the creation that would soon replace Infinite…

“There’s no way Sonic could win again…” Eggman thought out loud, “…But If he doesn’t…” he watched as Orbot and Cubot jumped up into view from the machine, and gave him a thumbs-up, revealing the patchwork and repairs were all ready to go!

Eggman nodded, leaning up from looking down. “This is my only real defense… against Infinite.”

-After Sonic Forces Ending-

While the team began to head home, there was a shrill through the army, and Sonic and the team turned back to see the recruits stepping back, crying out as Infinite rose flew with a hand clutching his arm…

He stepped to the ground… only to fall to his knees.

“Impossible…” his eye shook…. “How…” he looked at his hand, shaking…

“I’m… I’m still… this can’t be!!!” He leaned his head up, roaring—“NOOO!!!!”

He bent down and hit the ground furiously, before heavily breathing and about to collapse.

Amy… walked out of the crowd, only lightly stopped by Sonic reaching his hand out, but seeing she was already ahead, he withdrew it back.

“Amy… What are you doing?” Tails asked, but Knuckles quickly shook his hands out, as if trying to convince her of a point.

“Amy! You’re nuts! That’s Infinite! You know, the guy that’s been playing hacky-sack with all our forces!”

But Amy bent down anyway, without hesitation.

He glared up at her, before swiping a claw at her.

“GRAH! Get away from me!”

She leaned back, dodging, before looking with pity in her eyes.

“I don’t need your sympathy… I’ll rip out your eyes and let them stare at your ripped corpse!”

Sonic fidgeted, his feet barely moving but his whole frame splitting forward before his heels grinded the ground at Amy’s words-

“Don’t.” she didn’t even flinch or look back at him.

Dust spiraled behind his trail. No one even saw Sonic lift a leg or anything. It was just muscle reflex and clearly too fast for the naked eye…

Amy then reached forward… feeling the mask under her fingers, she gripped the corners.

She took it off to reveal it could come off.

Everyone gasped, as Infinite’s true face showed him shaking, trembling, mouth-gaped open in absolute, terrified fear.

“…This is the ghost of your nightmares?” Amy got up, before gesturing to them; an open hand towards Infinite.

Shadow’s eyes scanned the face. “…So it is you…”

Infinite ducked his head, “Tsk..!”

“This is no being of imaginable power.” Amy threw down the mask, as Infinite stared at it… defaced… by someone so small and fragile… so weak and pathetic… however…

“You’re just like the rest of us.” Amy looked over her shoulder, sorrow in her eyes. “Just because Eggman built more into you… doesn’t mean you aren’t the monster you made yourself to be. You’re not Infinite… you’re just a man.”

He spiked himself downward, grunting as if someone stabbed him in the back.

He clutched his chest, feeling a mix of the robotic parts inside of him start slowing down now that Phantom Ruby’s power was destroyed…

“You feel pain. You feel weakness… but worst of all… you let Eggman take your humanity, your heart, and you’re conscience. Without Heart and soul, friendship and will… you are no longer one of us…”

With murder in his eyes, he clutched his teeth, and slowly rolled his head up to her…

She was now on the throne that he once thought he controlled…. And he was the worm beneath her feet…

“I thought you said I was one of you…” He readied the last of his power…

“…You will always have what you were born with.” Amy didn’t even noticed the build-up, didn’t even see his hand slowly moving behind his back.

“…But you will never be more than us.”

“DIIIEEEE!!!” He swung up but was cut off by a powerful hand gripping his arm, stopping him in his tracks.

Amy stumbled away, placing a dainty, closed hand to her chest…

Sonic’s powerful aura and dominating glare froze Infinite once again in fright, and he trembled as Sonic fought against his pathetic strength left to him… and moved him down, back to his knees…

“Gr…grk…” Infinite struggled, squinting an eye as he felt his heart begin to metallic give way…

“…” Sonic only stared, before he lifted his head up. “…You are just a man…”

Infinite felt the last beat of his heart as the most painful thing he could feel.

And then toppled over.

Sonic looked down at him, already seeing that he was withering away in strength beforehand… but then closed his eyes… and gave the dead some respect.

“What… did you mean?” Amy stepped forward, “By that?” she looked down, and gasped when she realized he-

Sonic turned and put an arm to block her, turning her from seeing something so horrible as death.

He lightly whispered in her ear, “As sick and twisted as it may sound… I think he fell for your words, Amy…”

Amy twitched, unsure how to respond to that.

“He…” she could barely speak it, taking some dryness in her mouth and forming spit, swallowing it in to try and attempt at calming herself down. “..Loved me?”

“No, not loved.” Sonic correctly, gently nudging her away from the body as the crowd started to murmur and swarm around it.

“…He envied your strength. The natural strength I don’t think… he could ever obtain.”

“My… strength?”

“Your heart and insight, Amy.” Trying to shield her from the reality of morbid things, he covered her eyes a second after winking to her, as the army began kicking the body and screaming out names of those he had killed in his path to dark power.

“You were too much… for someone who had lost everything. Seeing someone who already had everything… I guess you could say he was envious.”

“Sonic…”

Amy let him lead her blindly, but he could feel the tears slightly forming, seeping through his glove.

“It’s okay, Amy… but he doesn’t deserve your tears.”

She dipped herself down and pushed her hands up against own, crying into his hand…

“Why!? Why didn’t he understand! Why was he so obsessed with-?”

“Amy…” Sonic felt a little uncomfortable, but knew that Amy would cry over anyone’s death… no matter how evil… she would mourn for the despair of an ended life.

He smiled though, that was part of her charm.

He rubbed her back, “Don’t worry. Life doesn’t always provide the answers to those questions… but sometimes… there really is none.”

“Sonic… what does power mean to you?” Amy removed his hand and looked up to him.

Looking down at the soaked glove, Sonic smirked slightly before gripping it tightly, feeling the wetness… then nodded to Amy.

“You, Amy.”

It was the most sincere and confusing thing she had ever heard.

“Power means to protect you… and everyone else that needs it. I won’t turn my back on a friend who needs me.”

Amy tenderly accepted that reply, and then looked to his hand. “…But what… Does power mean to me?”

He shook his head, “Now you’re thinking too hard about all this.” He patted her hands under his wet one, trying to cheer her up, but glad her mind wasn’t on Infinite anymore.

“Just trust me. You have an inner and outer strength to ya. But it’s the inner one that terrifies the living daylights out of most men.” He winked charmingly, a compliment that came out a little bittersweet, but Amy sighed in relief to it.

“Okay…” she faintly replied. “I guess I’ll accept that answer.”

“It’s probably the only one life will grant ya.” He continued joking, taking his hands away and placing them on his hip. “Shall we?” he offered for her to move further away from the scene with him.

She almost looked back but he quickly blocked her sight with his hand again.

“Heh… best to not dwell on the past… right?”

She realized then that he was keeping her from the brutal scene… and also from looking at a dead body too long too… she had never seen death before….

She nodded, averting her eyes at his indirect command, and letting him defend her from that world…

The world… Infinite sowed himself…

(I think this is how Infinite would show interest in his current -true to game state-, just because he had already lost so much humanity… but, anyway,... I hope this works :) )

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abbytheslothwitch · 6 years ago

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9 United Chronicles.

Book 1: Unfortunate event.

Chapter 1: Assumptions.

(Warning! This story contains aggressive behavior, violence, strong language, and lots of crazy stuff.)

Life will find a way.

Life will go on.

Darkness loomed over the barren wasteland. There was nothing, nothing but a bunch of dead bodies, broken machines, and buildings that lay in ruins, the only signs of life were just mechanical monsters and rats that survived the toxic gases that killed and destroyed everything.

Except for one place.

Far beyond the wasteland and all of its nightmares was a garden like world, so beautiful and alive. This world of life was protected by a barrier put active by the elements that made up our world: Water, Fire, Earth, Winds, Ice & Snow, Plant life, Electricity, Holy Light, and Unholy Darkness.

But near the wasteland but farther in the garden lands was a large river, separating the two land. The only way to get to Wasteland or the world of living creatures and plants was by a large oak wood bridge, strong enough to support a fully grown elephant. In this protected area lays a meadow of tall grass and lots of flowers, a Forest stretching as far as the eye can see, with all kinds of plants and animals, and next to the forest was a set of farms for domesticated animals, a temple near the forest and the meadow, and a village where surviving humans colonized, most of which were rebels that came out of the underground colony. But in the Temple lived a different kind of colony.

These colonists were known by the humans as "Homunculie", or most commonly known as "Stitchpunks".

In the Temple there is a library, where these Stitchpunks lived and all of them were lead by two leaders. 9, a determined male burlap Stitchpunk who wanted nothing more than to keep his people safe and help them all become strong. Along side 9 was his mate / wife, 7. 7 was white canvas, strong, graceful, and had a kind heart who wanted only to help the broken, the weak, the young, the old, and the disabled. Together, she and 9 kept everyone in their home safe, sound, and strong with the they created with each other, but their existence could not have been possible if it wasn't for their creator. Together, 9's clan and another clan of Stitchpunks, lead by a hot tempered female, humanity can be at peace, knowing their hope for the future.

But unknown to the human, not everything was perfect in the Stitchpunk’s blessed home. For 9 had made the mistake of taking in an old foe of man, and soon....... To ALL the Stitchpunks in their peaceful safe haven.

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*Temple library, mid day*

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A large wooden table, in the center of the library that were accompanied by two bookshelves that held many unread books and historical documents, held the living area of the clan’s home, accompanied by a tailor's sewing box and lager dollhouse at both ends of the table. Near one of two bookshelves was a tin lunchbox which acted like a desk was the Savior of the Stitchpunks, 9 and his good friend 5 were talking about what the watch tower was going to look like and where they were going to place it. Literally one minute into the conversation, 5’s mate 10 came barging in, angry as usual. “ARGH!!” 10 yelled in rage “I hate that d - GRAH!! I can handle being called that a witch, but he..... Grrrr..... He crossed the line!!”. The female Stitchpunk was not pleased with one of the member’s actions that day. After she got on the table, 10 threw her Katanas on the ground and plopped down on a book. She was, clearly not happy

10, according to her clan, was not the kind of female you would want to anger. She was the kind of girl who would most likely try and kill someone and everyone knew it, this female took things very serious when it came to her family. 10 did not look like most normal female Stitchpunks, the fabric which she was made from was white, she had the figure of a female human, such as Hips, Full lips, ect. Her hair was a pinkish red which was draped over her head and reached down to her lower back, and had Slate colored Optics for eyes. Unlike almost all of the Stitchpunks, 10 wore clothes, she always wore a black jumpsuit that had no sleeves, a purple kimono like jacket which reached down to her knees as well with a two pink cherry blossoms on the both sleeves, and the legs of the suit reached down to her knees and wore black leggings. She always wore a silver belt and her hands and feet were made from dark oak wood and yellow copper heels and fingers, she was something else.

Aside from her appearance, 10 really was deadly. The swords she made weren't the only thing that could kill someone, it was her soul that, mixed with the alchemical symbol, she could make fire with just her hand and mind. She was known as "the Phoenix queen", and when she deemed anyone an enemy, she'd burn you, burn you until you were nothing but ashes.

5 felt his mate’s anger from where he was standing, he wanted to ask why she was mad but knowing her, it was best to leave her alone and let her cool off first. Both he and 9 knew that if they’d get close enough, they were bound to get burned by the firy female, so they decided to keep their distance from her.

9 was the first one to notice the female warrior’s frustration as soon as she walked on the table, he thought if he called her over and discuss the plans for the watch tower a bit, she’d calm down. “Hey 10,” said 9 “How was your day?” as 5 quivered behind him, the warrior glared at the males and walked over to them, only to slap 9 cross his face.

”I told you! I told you! I told you NOT to let him in, but you listen? NO! You did the opposite of what I said, and NOW--!

“Hey! Hey! Take it easy! What are you talking about exactly?” 9 demanded “It's that crazy old man I warned you about! That bastard has been nothing but bigger pain than 1 has since he came here! He yelled at my students while I was giving a lesson today!” 10 said to 9, “ Are you talking about Claude?” 9 had asked.

"WHO ELSE WOULD I BE TALKING ABOUT, IDIOT?!”

"Okay, calm down for one!" said 5, trying to calm his mate down. “Tell us about what happen with Claude.” 10 sighed then she spoke, “You really wanna know?! Fine! Here’s what went down.”

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*1 hour ago, in the quart yard*

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In the left side if the Temple was a round brick wall leading from a side door. 10 and her older brother, Butch, were teaching was just beginning. The day’s lesson was on how to be Strong and Gentle while fighting the enemy: keeping balance in battle. The Students, who were 3, 11, 17, Tomiko, and to partake in the fun, 13, sat on a large rock in order to keep themselves distant from the demonstration of today’s lesson.

Much like 10, 13 was made differently from the other Stitchpunks in the clan. She was made a light sand colored purse, had short light orange hair, and wore a long light pink dress with a black vest with two silver buttons on it. She also had silver optics and her fingers and feet were made out of red copper. But unlike most of the young Stitchpunks, 13 would not fight, even if she wanted to she couldn’t; she just preferred to dance, she did ballet most of the time, and everyone loved watching her preform. Although she could not fight due to the fact she was a pacifist, 13 enjoyed watching 10’s class and learned a lot from the firey red head, the leader she'd known for a long time.

They were in the middle of the lesson when Butch ,on accident, threw his weapon at the rock which the Kids were sitting on. The sword didn’t hit anyone (thank goodness), but before a word could be spoken, the sitting rock broke and fell apart into pieces, which made the kids fall, all hitting the ground very hard.

“Oh Dear God!!!” 10 shouted as she and Butch ran to the children's aid, “Are you all okay?!” “Yeah!” said 17, the light brown burlap Stitchpunk who helping his friends up to their feet, “Just a few bruises, but we’re okay, at least I think so.”. “I’m so sorry kids! That’s never happened before!” Butch said out as he picked up 11 who proceed with kicking his leg. Everyone clearly got upset with Butch, though it was an accident.

“Well Butch, you’ve finally done it…. You pushed me pass my limit! 17! Make sure no one is hurt! I need to a WORD with my older brother here. The rest of you, take the rest of today off.” the red haired teacher announced to everyone.

“Ahem!”

Everyone stopped in their tracks, allof the, except for 10, turned their head to see who spoke up. It was someone that everyone in the temple had troubles getting along with, Claude, a gray old male Stitchpunk with ebony arms and right leg, bronze clips holding him together, a brown belt, wore a raven hood, and had a crimson red jewl imbedded in his head. He had walked in the quart yard when 10 called off the lesson without anyone noticing, and he was obviously not in a good mood.

Everyone had stopped at the sound of Claude’s presence, not from the very they met him. Not wanting to make her students anymore uncomfortable than they already were, 10 turned to face the elder to speak, “Hello Claude! What do you want? You looking for a book or something? Cause if you are, you're in the wrong place, so if you will please leave me and my students alone, that would be swell.” “No. I’m here to make sure you and these....... "underlings" were doing your jobs like you were supposed to be doing, which it seems like none of you are doing anything. You don't want me to report you, do you,.... "10"?!” Claude yelled.

“Alright, look here ‘Macbeth’!” 10 said a loud “WE were doing a lesson when my IDIOT of a brother threw his sword at the kids! I called off the lesson because of it! And FYI, it’s not your job to boss people around like you used to do, now bug off!”

"Madame, that is no way to speak to your superiors."

"You Ain't my superior! You don't this place! You don't do sh** around here! You and 1 just going around boss people like you run the show or something lime that, but you don't! And another thing....!"

Since he was taller than her, Claude looked passed 10, turning attention to what was going on behind the tempered, where he noticed something, something he didn’t favor.

“What’s that creature doing here?”; that question threw 10 off. “I beg your pardon?” “13, what is she doing here?”

She turned to 13, who clearly trying to hide behind 17 who had spoken up, “She was just watching the demonstration is all.” " And that is all? Has nothing like this happened before?” Claude said as he pointed at the now broken sitting rock.

“Yeah.” said Butch "But a lot of strange things happens when anyone's around.”

“Was she around during thoughs events?”

“Yes, she was.”

"Were your sister’s students and 13 present when anything horrible happened? Like the humans losing their crops, half of their live stock, and when Leonard and 8 were injured?”

Butch had to think for a moment before he gave answer to the old Stitchpunk. “Yeah, they were all there too, especially 13; why? Does it bother you so much that bad things happen?”

“Dreadfully, but you’ve just helped me with my point, so thank you for that, Hutch!”

“MY NAME’S NOT HUTCH, YOU CRAZY OLD COOT!!”

“What are you talking about Claude? What was your point in involving us with the crops, live stock, and what happened with 8 & Lenny? What does all of that gotta do with 13?” asked 11 just as confused as everyone else.

“Well 11,” Claude started “I’ve been observing most of those accidents for a while now, and I have noticed at the times of the events there was one Stitchpunk present during all of them!”

He continued. “I've come to the conclusion that someone has caused this unfortunate event and is still causing catastrophes as it was seen here today.” he said as he glared at the children. No one dared to speak a word. “Okay, I’ll be most clear; 13. She was there when the humans lost there crop, living supplies, and she was there when your younger brother and 8 were attacked! Is anyone taking any hints?!" Once again, no body said a word, this made the elder angry.

“YOU IDIOTS!!! 13’S THE ONE WHO’S BEEN ATTRACTING ALL OF THE MISFORTUNE AROUND OUR HOME!!!”

"Wait, what?!”

“Hold on a second! 13?! Causing misfortune?!”

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Kado 11 | Boku no Hero Academia 26 | Hina Logi 1 | Grimoire of Zero 12 (FINAL) | Tsukigakirei 12 (FINAL)

I’ll just leave another reminder for this straw poll here, because I need a tiebreaker vote.

Kado 11

Even anisotropic beings have dreams? Welp, that was unexpected.

Uh, hey. Kado staff. Algerian people don’t all look like Asians, y’know? Google says Algeria is in Africa…

So, staff. Why is Shindo the only man/person/human who can stop zaShunina?

Oh yeah. Shinawa knows a way to stop the fregonics!

Basically how I feel about Kado is how Hanamori feels about the situation + Saraka right now – confused and torn.

(laughs) Thank…(face falls) you, Hanamori, for making me laugh with your mapo tofu comment and remember why I loved this show in the first place. It was fleeting, but good…Wait, but isn’t abduction against the law?

Uhhhh. Kado staff. The fregonics suit has boob space. Meaning a woman will wear it…awkwarddddddd…

Finally, we get back from our “shonen battle” roadtrip to drive to the final battle.

zaShunina’s like an old lady now, LOL. Reading on a rocking chair and enjoying the sunset.

Yeah…please just keep your lips away from each other, guys. I was here for the negotiation, remember?

Oh. That wasn’t a boob plate. I was LOLling at their idea to give that to a woman, because the one woman who needs that plate is Shinawa, whose job is already over. Good thing I was wrong there, then. It’s also interesting to note this suit looks like a gladiator suit…like humanity has reverted itself to medieval times to fight zaShunina, who represents the future. (I’m still laughing though, because I knew Shindo was hot under that shirt, but damn, I did get more than enough eye candy this season just by this one gladiator suit…and zaShunina’s butt.)

Well, I kinda did get what I wanted by having the Hanamori/Shindo ship broken, but even though I got a het ship (which I’m normally more supportive of), I don’t support this het ship at all.

It’s cute to see a floating pink cube act like a phone. Or one of those annoying fairy companions…

Welp, it’s almost over. See you next ep for the final simulcast commentary.

Boku no Hero Academia 26

Apparently BnHA’s on break this week, meaning I’m caught up after this.

There was a thing called work experience that we had to do at one point – that’s how I got the experience needed for One Wish They Never Wanted’s bookstore scenes.

It’s cool to see Eraserhead and Present Mic in the same situation as Deku and everyone else. Aizawa looked kinda bishie then, which is unexpected.

I don’t get the reference involving acid blood…

That’s nice. I already knew the names everyone was going to come up with due to the time I’ve spent on the wiki, but the homage becomes much more significant when you see it in context.

Dangit, Midnight. You stole my explanation thunder.

I always wondered why Shouto never got a better hero name. So he literally just used his own name, huh?

I wanna cry at the Iidas’ plight but I have no tears, dangit!

I don’t get it- what’s the “air chair exercise”?

Gran Torino. I’ve watched the movie that has that name, it’s about a vintage car (Ford Gran Torino), an old guy called Walter (Walt for short) and racism. I always suspected Walt was the reason Gran Torino (hero) was named thusly...but until Horikoshi says something about it, we’ll all have to keep speculating…(By the way, the racism perspective in that movie resonated with me, despite my not being a Hmong person. Maybe I’m not properly acknowledging it, but it might be one of my inspirations for Half-Paid Heroes…?)

Hina Logi 1

I have come here to hate on this magical girl spinoff, because man, Luck and Logic squandered what could have been a very good plot – it was “pretty but no substance”, to quote a past me. Indeed, it’s because magical girls are my passion that I have high expectations of new entrants into the genre…

Okay, what is this? Hogwarts???...Actually, the best match, right down to the white turrets, would be Alfea of Winx Club.

It’s stoic girl, Ojou-sama + companions and Shinawa-lite. See? Stereotypes, although I ribbed the names from ANN (having read it a few weeks before I got here). However, before I read ANN, I’d already predicted this would be a pile of road apples.

I feel like I should know who Nina is (from ANN), but I didn’t get far enough to familiarise myself with Nina in the original Luck and Logic, haha.

This genki glutton girl is basically gender bent shonen cliché, y’know? Serve me something slightly different, and I’ll be a happy camper.

I can’t believe I laughed at Nina going “my teacher told me to”, because I expected it.

The humour isn’t funny in this for the most part…the eyecatch says, “16th May. Fluffy! (Fuwaafuwaa!)” “Fluffy” of course being in reference to the messed-up hair.

Urgh, this fanservice is driving me up the wall and giving me a headache…

Ooh, nice transformation sequence!

Enough with the yuri between Nina and Lion! Gah!

“May 16th. From this point forward, [Kagura] became very angry.” (I had to Google the teacher’s name. She’s so insignificant this episode, I can’t even remember it…)

Lion’s face is getting more annoying by the second…

“May 16th. Everyone ate heartily.” (I used the word “heartily” because I didn’t have a better substitute for oishii in this case, but *shrugs* I don’t care either way.) The use of itadaku I’m still fairly new to, so hopefully someday I can use the word with confidence…

“…reminds me of my mommy.” – Gah, Lion. Are you a toddler? I imagine you with a toddler’s tone when the subs say that.

“Send your beloved Hina on a journey.” – It’s actually a reference to something. Check this article’s title for what it is. That’s a Japanese proverb which says to not baby your kids too much.

I feel like this is a pretty clean drop. After all, if I rage for all the wrong reasons (and come out with a slight headache in the end), you know that the show is a drop.

Grimoire of Zero 12 (FINAL)

Thirteen’s with the crew at the end of the OP. Huh.

I have the feeling that Holdem will never kill Thirteen, even though that dogface is trying to stab the sorcerer right now.

Intruders,much? It’s an army!

It seems like these animal fights were meant to be a big spectacle but observe the background animals and see how off model they are. That’s how much care was put into what was meant to be the show’s climax this ep.

I would’ve loved to see Mercenary do a Batman backhand. Those are always cool and sometimes funny.

The cloud and white-frame animation look gorgeous in a sakuga way! Now we’re talking!

Having someone die solves nothing. It is only those who need an outlet for blame that require needless death, am I right?

Ohhhhhhhh! One kiss made at least 2 or 3 people jealous, LOL.

I wanted to see Mercenary as a human. He could’ve been real hot…dangit.

The ED song is real cute and iyashikei. I don’t think I’ve properly listened to it until now, so…good on me for doing so, haha.

Tsukigakirei 12 (FINAL)

Tsukigakirei’s been a middle ranker for me most weeks, so to suddenly get better around the time when Kado fell was practically begging for the two to switch places…(Note: I’ve made a personal ranking for each ep in a document I’ve kept all to myself, and I haven’t posted them online. That’s why I’ve had comments that indicate where shows are on that ranking at the start and end of an ep’s simulcast commentary.)

That sparkly shot of the river is in the OP too, so when there was a shot of Kotarou and Akane, I was disappoined I wasn’t seeing the OP (even though I still think the live-action bit is a lil’ weird). It’s cute how those guys are wearing the same jackets, though.

There’s a water thermos in the back of Tachibana’s (glasses guy’s) bookstore.

Kotarou’s dragon background is so cool. I want one.

The thing with the rhino doesn’t translate well. The word for “goodnight” here is oyasuminasai and rhino is sai, so…yeah. I think it would be better to call it “sleep rhight” (including typo) to convey that pun better, but hey. I’m not going to major in Japanese.

When Chinatsu revealed she got into the same school as Kotarou, I verbally went, “Oh no!” Don’t you remember how I was with ep 7???

Even Chinatsu has that black jacket, so it seems to be a school-issued one.

My heart just broke a lil’ bit as Chinatsu hugged Kotarou…I’m not sure what to make of it…

I’ve never seen “graduation” being abbreviated to “grad” unless it’s “grad school” and the “grad” in that stands for “graduate” (noun). It’s a very American term, so I never use it, but…the term translated to “grad” is “graduation ceremony” (sotsugyoushiki). Seriously though, CR. Enough with your Comic Sans translations.

The translation of the prologue misses something. The first sentence has da to omou at the end, meaning “I think…”.

A novel board. Y’know, like Honeyfeed. I’ve got quite a lot of experience with ‘em, because I don’t intend to be a person who gains money from writing…not fulltime, anyway.

There’s a site called Syousteuka ni Narou which is basically Honeyfeed for a Japanese audience, with the added bonus of possibly getting your works into print and then anime. The recently announced Tate no Yuusha no Nariagari, as well as Re:Zero and a lot of its kin, have come from that board. It’s pretty clear that Syousetsuka is being parodied here, that’s all…even though the titles of the websites are completely different phrases.

What’s that bird with the long neck called? The one standing in the water? I wanna know…

Normally with anime tears, it’s like me and CGI - I bash most efforts. However, I think this is the effort that I commend the most so far…this anime season is full of surprises…Well, Kotarou? Can you keep up with a girl that does track?

Everyone cries when someone leaves, so long as that person has made an impact. I know that all too well…

Dangit trash CGI people. Just as I got used to you, you become obvious again! Grah!

I admit I shed a few tears there…I’m not crying, you’re crying! (Also, if you haven’t paid any attention to what I’ve been writing, One Wish They Never Wanted was based on similar experiences to Kotarou and Akane’s graduation, although a lot of it happens outside Takuma’s point of view and so I didn’t write it.)

Oh! Hey, these are the end of ep LINE convos from previous eps, coupled with pics of the ones who typed them! The “seaman” convo would’ve made more sense if the translator would’ve bothered translating the word “semi” (short for “seminar”) as it was, because that makes more sense. I really don’t get the “marr” one though.

Well, any show that makes me cry on its first run is a show I don’t regret. I still feel weird putting Kado below it, because Kado was betted than Tsukigakirei for most of its run (as I’ve said at the start of this commentary). Regardless of what happened though, I guess…I’ll see you all for the next show then! Bye for now!

#simulcast commentary #tsukigakirei #grimoire of zero #seikaisuru kado #hina logi: from luck & logic #boku no hero academia #Chesarka watches Tsukigakirei #Chesarka watches Kado #Chesarka watches Boku no Hero Academia #Chesarka watches Grimoire of Zero #kado the right answer #hina logic

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जिस व्यक्ति को आप को वश में करना है या किसी महिला को वश में करना है इस मंत्र का जाप करते हुए उस महिला से नजरें मिलाइए और वह महिला या पुरुष सदा आपका कायल हो कर रह जाएगा।

Free Vashikaran Mantra By Eyes in Hindi:

एं भग भुगे भगनी भागोदरि भगमाले यौनि भगनिपतिनि सर्वभग संकरी भगरूपे नित्य क्लै भगस्वरूपे सर्व भगानि मे वशमानय वरदेरेते सुरेते भग लिन्कने क्लीं न द्रवे क्लेदय द्रावय अमोघे भग विधे क्षुभ क्षोभय सर्व सत्वामगेश्वरी एं लकं जं ब्लूं ब्लूं भैं मौ बलूं हे हे क्लिने सर्वाणि भगानि तस्मै स्वाहा |

आंखों से वशीकरण इतना प्रभावशाली है कि अगर सही तरीके से इसको प्रयोग में किया जाए तो सिर्फ 2 मिनट में आप किसी को आंखों से देखने मात्र से ही वशीभूत कर सकते हैं।

आंखों से वशीकरण मंत्र को सिद्ध करने के लिए आपको 1008 बार नीचे दी गई मंत्र का जाप करना है और सिद्ध होते हैं आप किसी भी स्त्री या पुरुष के ऊपर इस मंत्र को उपयोग कर सकते हैं।

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