#am I mourning jewellery?

[alicent-archive]

I miss the Rhaenicent rings.

[polutrope]

The world bent and, like Beleriand before it, Elenna was no more. But as a stone cast in a still pool sets a bright autumn leaf sailing to its hoary edges, the ships of the Faithful rode the wake of their kingdom’s downfall to the shores of Middle-earth. 

Elendil and his sons observed no period of mourning, left no empty space in which to contemplate their loss: almost at once they set footprints of great cities atop the villages of Eriador. Monuments to their strength, their survival. 

Soon, Elendil wrote, soon there would be time to visit the Last Homely House. But as the years wore on, it became clear that if Elrond wished to meet his brother’s proud heir he would need to make the journey to Annúminas himself. 

“You look so like him,” were the first words the King of the Exiles spoke to the Lord of Rivendell, once the door of his meeting chamber was shut behind them. Before, he had stared, as he had failed to hide his astonishment — and, it might be said, discomfiture — behind a kingly reception. 

“Who?” Elrond asked with half a smile, knowing full well who he meant. 

“Elros,” Elendil answered, completely serious. “The statues and portraits—”

“Yes, he was my twin.”

Elendil shook his head, abashed. “I am sorry, I suppose it is… Artists are known to flatter their royal subjects. You do not think, seeing the statue of a king of legend, that he might really have looked so in life.”

Elrond laughed. “You have something of him in yourself, too, lord.” He did not say it was his self-assurance, his candour that nearly overstepped the bounds of common courtesy. For all it had irked him at times, Elrond had ever admired his brother’s boldness and was pleased to see it had not been dulled over the generations, even in the more humble strain of his descendants. 

“Call me not lord,” said Elendil, then laughed and swept an arm across the room, beckoning Elrond towards a sumptuous green settee by the window. “But come, come. Let me have wine and cheeses brought — or perhaps you wish to eat a proper meal? I am sorry, you have come a long way, you must be tired. A bath, perhaps, and then we can meet again at supper?”

“No, no, I have all I need. I was hosted well at an inn on your city’s borders yesternight.”

“An inn!” Elendil cried. “You ought to have come at once to the palace.”

“My arrival was late.”

“Nonetheless,” Elendil said, and called to a servant positioned outside. “Solmion, have food and wine brought to us.” Sitting, he again addressed Elrond. “I do wish you had sent word of your coming. We would have had rooms and a great reception prepared.”

Elrond nodded and smiled graciously. He did not tell the king that his promises of pomp were the very reason Elrond had given no notice of his coming. 

* * *

Elendil’s wine cup barely touched his mouth, so absorbed was he in tales of his ambition, his hopes for Endor. His hands flew expressively as he spoke, and Elrond's eyes returned always to the ring adorning the index finger of his right hand: the green emerald crowned in gold, the serpents devouring each other. The ring of Barahir: Elrond knew it from the histories, though how it came out of the ruin of Beleriand, he could not say. For all its fame in the great tales, a ring must have seemed but a small token in those days when Elros’ ships were laden with all the surviving heirlooms of Men and Elves. Now, many of those had no doubt been lost, and Elrond noted how securely the ring circled his finger, as though it had become a part of his hand — for so jewellery appears when seldom, if ever, removed from the wearer. 

Elrond wore no such jewels.

Only one heirloom had come into Elrond’s hands, passed quietly from Gil-galad’s safekeeping, as if the High King felt some consolation was needed for all the times he had been passed over in favour of Elros. Elrond accepted the gift with gratitude, but in truth he had felt no jealousy for the many reminders of their legacy that had been heaped upon his brother the king. The heavy longsword, moreover, had never been Elrond’s weapon. For many centuries now Narsil had lain unused, awaiting a more fitting bearer.

Elrond bore it with him to Annúminas, for he had heard the sword of Elu Thingol had been lost at last in Pharazôn’s ignominious fall. 

“The work of Telchar!” Elendil exclaimed, admiring the well-balanced blade. “How have I heard no rumour of this weapon?”

“Alas,” Elrond answered, “the heirlooms of the Edain are often overshadowed by those of the Eldar.”

Elendil hummed his agreement, not taking his eyes from the sword.

“I am told,” Elrond elaborated, “that it  was commissioned by Felagund for Bëor the Old and became, for a while, the sword of his House. But Barahir sent it from Dorthonion with his wife, Emeldir Manhearted. Its history in Brethil is obscure, but it was kept by those peoples in honour, for it was carried with them to the Havens of Sirion and thence to Balar. Gil-galad entrusted it to me —but ever has it sat uneasily in my hands.”

“Nonetheless, it is a generous gift.” Elendil sheathed the sword. “You can be assured that I and my heirs will bear it with honour, Elrond son of Eärendil.”

* * *

Great as its deeds had been, it was all too short a time before Narsil returned to Imladris in shards.

Elrond balanced them upon his lap as young Valandil played among the wildflowers, uncomprehending of his doom. Tears gathered in Elrond’s eyes and wet his cheeks. Such premature grief was ever the price of foresight. Somewhere, Sauron’s Ring survived. Long would be the road and many the losses before Elendil’s sword was lifted once again against the shadow of evil. 

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[metalomagnetic]

Hey Metalomagnetic! Just wanted to share this new sketch of Walburga I made from IRITB with you, hope it’s not too far from what’s in your mind. I wonder if she would have a mourning jewellery for Orion (but maybe that’s too muggle), anyway, I drew her one on her neck.

Also, I am eager to find out when the next update will be :D

What a surprise!!! I was so incredibly excited to open my inbox and see Walburga (and the new Bella!!!). Stunning!

She does have a mourning jewellery! It's a brooch! But what you envisioned is SO much better!

I love this so much! Thank you! ❤️

New chapter should be out within the week, and we'll have a lot of Walburga in it, so you sent this at the perfect time!

[flodaya]

Tomdaya checkpoint🛂

💔who broke it off? what was the reason?

❤️who reached out first the second time?

💍engaged/ secretly married?

📸fav pic?

💎fav piece of tomdaya jewellery?

💊do you believe in the plan b tea?

🧢thoughts on Zendaya’s haaat story and the live?

💭what was tom thinking about when he talked about the most important experience in your life that has shaped you into the person you are today, if you could say one?

🍞did Z manage to taste granny Tess’s bread by now?

❌unpopular opinion

uhhh let me

💔 it was a mutual (long) breakup process, but i've always assumed Tom made the final call from going "we are on a break" to "let's break up", the reason was they were young and their lives were insane <3

❤️ Tom reached out first 100%, she was nominated for her first Emmy and he congratulated her and the rest is history

💍 engaged yes, secretly married no

📸 this one

💎 the keyhole locket hahaha just kidding, personally i am still mourning the piaget rose, where is she, is she well

💊 on days i'm bored yes, usually no

🧢 absolutely sus..... felt like her typical overcompensation during 1.0 lol soooooooo definitely trying to hide something

💭 genuinely.... i am not sure, i assume it's about the time they got back together and had to really reevaluate their priorities in life

🍞 granny tess actually taught Z her secret bread recipe by now!!!!

❌ i dont think Tom called Z "my butterfly", there is no way <3

[moonshine999]

Alicent's dresses in the teaser

So it's actually here.

side note : this is merely speculation and not much of an analysis, I am just going based on what I understood of Alicent’s wardrobe in the first season and how that can translate to the new situations and challenges she has to face in season 2.

I recommend reading my previous “analysis” on season 1 to actually understand this one

Okay so wow. She’s wearing blue again. So as pointed out in the s1 post, light blue represents her innocence while dark blue would represent her vulnerability.

She wears dark blue twice in s1 , once when she prays to the gods with Rhaenyra and it is announced that she is to marry Viserys (ep.2) and the second when she calls Criston to her chambers to confirm her suspicions, which eventually leave her heartbroken in front of a kingsguard (ep.4) It also symbolises her friendship with Rhaenyra being broken. Once due to Alicent’s marriage, the second due to Rhaenyra’s lies.

With that in mind though, I do think this is very similar to the shade of the ep.6 dress (though it is more blue than green and that is more green than blue.)

So keeping all of the above in mind, that dress is probably going to be worn when we first see her in ep.2/3 i.e. right after blood and cheese occurs. We see her for the first time after a heartbreaking instance has taken place (and similar to the ep.6 dress where the instance is the two women growing apart further and further).

But why is it more blue than green? Well, green represents her standing. Her family and everything she holds dear and true. And at that moment, her family has just been ripped apart by the murder of her eldest grandson. And if you look close enough, we see Larys’s cane at the side. So clearly, it’s more a vulnerable time for her. Not only because she has to expose herself to Larys but also because her family is fully just gone to shit.

Also dark blue is worn when her and Rhaenyra’s friendship breaks off? Yeah. I don’t think there is any chance for friendship anymore after what her men just did. So the the third time, she wears blue, it’s just cements that the war has begun from both ends and there is no going back.

so we don’t have any full shots of this dress but the least we can make out is that it is green and white. Note that this is the first time we are seeing Alicent wear white in any regard. White is a general symbol of purity and/or mourning.

If green represents where she stands with her family and white represents purity, this is probably the first time we will see Alicent. Praying at the sept to rekindle memories of her mother. But if white is representing mourning, then this can be after Jaehaerys’s funeral (or around that time) or worse, just before b&c (as a form of foreshadowing)

Also note that the entire dress is not white but is just starting to become as such, starting from the neckline. Probably because this is just the beginning of all the mourning and torment for the greens.

So this is most likely the funeral dress, as seen by the veil. The shade of this dress is almost exact to the ep.6 dress we talked about. Green because it’s her grandson’s funeral and even though her family has fallen apart, she still somehow manages to keep in her heart that all will be okay. Simply because that’s how she has been taught to work through all of life’s circumstances, no matter how severe. And blue (only the slightest hint of it though) because of her vulnerability when she finds herself amongst a (presumable) mob during her mourning before she is quickly rescued by the kingsguard.

So I have seen a couple of posts that have been saying that this probably isn’t Alicent or that it is a dream sequence of sorts but for the sake of the post, let’s assume that it is her and this isn’t a sequence.

She’s wearing full white. No details, no embroidery, no jewellery, just white. The safest bet is that this is directly after Helaena’s death. Because it started with her grandson (the second shot) and now it’s her own daughter. Her sweetest, dearest daughter just killed herself to be rid of the grief. Also notice that in this shot, in particular, there is barely any green except the grass. Everything is pale and dull because the entire, and I mean entire, family was ruined when Helaena, who is the heart of the greens, committed suicide. The only scraps of green that we see in through the grass are most likely Aemond, Jaehaera and Aegon. But even they aren’t doing well (as seen because the grass is drying up).

Moving on. Alicent is alone in the short grieving of her daughter because sadly, the matters of war are piling up and are too high a risk to be left alone. Even if this was a dream sequence, I think it could make somewhat sense. it could tie into how badly Alicent would want to run away somewhere desolate and just grieve her daughter but being unable to do so because at the end of it, she’s still Dowager queen and that is just a dream.

….

tagging @boundlessfantasy and @zae5 ( I hope it made somewhat sense, this turned kind of ramble-ish )

[fluffypotatey]

Say what you will about Arthur and his utter lack of game, but always appreciate the fact this man looked at Morgana, duchess of drip, and decided a dagger would be the best gift for her.

And when it was pointed out that it might not be her style, he went "ah shit you right" and just had the fucking thing tricked out. That was his solution. That was his thought process. Not that a knife was inappropriate, but that it needed to be a custom piece. No basic bitches in this household.

Mans said "what shall I get my significant annoyance this year?", shook his braincell like a Magic 8 Ball, and came up with "knife."

We stan one princely himbo.

ngl i like to use this as proof for Arthur and Morgana being so close and knowing each other so well because i have such a soft spot for my pendragon siblings 🤧

(thoughts under the cut bc….*coughs* i suffer from pendragon sibs brainrot)

listen, listen to me: these guys really did only have each other when they were younger and surrounded by nobody but stuffy nobles and an emotionally repressed/abusive father. Arthur lost his mother king before he got to know her, and Morgana lost a father whom she knew and loved so dearly. they were children who never really got to grieve what was lost from them (although, in some way, Morgana was given some time to grieve and mourn but never for too long).

Arthur has known Morgana for her spunk and rebellious nature against the status quo King Uther enforces since they were children. She was always trying to learn to fight (see her bragging about beating Arthur when they were younger in 1x10) and probably taught herself secretly how to use a sword (or had some help as well 👀 but that’s just a headcanon). She was always at odds with Uther about magic (while Arthur would receive severe punishment for disagreeing with his father, Morgana’s anguish was treated like the flights of a lady’s emotions).

It would be offensive (towards Morgana) if Arthur were to ever gift her something so stereotypical and stuffy on her birthday. He most likely knew that she would have wanted something to use to protect herself: ergo, dagger.

Fuckinnnnnnng, read what Arthur says about his gift omfg 🫠

ARTHUR Beautiful, isn't it? Feel the balance, feel the sharpness of the blade.

I AM PUNCHING THE WALLS 🫠🫠🫠🫠

This man put so much thought and care into this gift for her. Listen, she was his first friend, the first person to not treat him like he was fragile or the fault of his mother’s demise. She was Arthur’s sister before he even knew that’s how he saw her and their relationship. Morgana meant so much to him, your honor, I fucking can’t. They loved each other so much despite the gradual rift that he gained when we first meet them in s1, your honOR—

But then you have Merlin’s comment:

MERLIN Well, I'm no expert, but don't women normally go for pretty things? Like, maybe, jewellery?

(yes he said this as a way to deter Arthur from sticking with a dagger bc of the vision he saw but still)

And so Arthur Dumb-of-ass & bi-of-sexual Pendragon takes Merlin’s advice, realizes that yeah, Morgana still likes feminine things like dressed and jewelry and pretty shit. LET ME BEDAZZLE THIS DAGGER JUST FOR HER

LOOK AT IT

THE FUCKING PENDRAGON COLORS YIU CHEEKY FUCK ARTHUR 🤧 AND LOOK AT HER REACTION TO IT

SHE LOOKS ENTRANCED BY IT???? MAYBE TOUCHED (<- fluffy is reaching, she has gone insane) MAYBE EVEN CONSIDERING THAT ARTHUR DOES CARE AND MAYBE SHE COUOD TURN HIM AGAINST UTHER TO JOIN HER???? (<- fluffy.exe is suffering malfunctions. delusion file has been corrupted)

Literally every other noble gifted her a fancy hairbrush (those fucking posers) and you would think! With how much this show presents Arthur as emotionally repressed and very obtuse when it comes to women, you would think they would regress his character (again) to make a joke out of him (again) not knowing what to give Morgana for her birthday

BUT THEY DONT!!!!

NO! THEY SHOW HIM BEING CONFIDENT IN HIS DECISION FOR IT TO BE A DAGGER THEN NERVOUS ABOUT HIS CHOICE BC MAYBE IT’S NOT A GOOD DAGGER THEN PROUD BECAUSE NOW IT IS A BEDAZZLED DAGGER

WHAT THE FU—

Not only that, BUT SHE TAKES THE DAGGER WITH HER WHEN MEETING MORGAUSE (s3’s big bad villain who is the new up-and-coming High Priestess after Nimueh, whom Merlin smited (smote? smitten?) and does not give any fucks about Uther or Arthur. Both could just die for all she cares.)

I would never lie to you. Transcript speaks the truth. Also, what other dagger would they speak about??? It’s Arthur’s gift and she was so touched by it that she decided to use it for her nefarious schemes of regicide!

OH YEAH AND AFTER THIS WHEN SHE’S IN A COMA YOU WANNA KNOW WHAT ARTHUR SAID

ARTHUR To lose her now, like this...I've grown up with her, she's like a sister to me. I'd sacrifice my place on the throne for her to see another sunrise.

*deep breath*

So much shit could have been avoided if these dumbass Pendragons just talked to each other T^T Jfc, Arthur loves those close to him so deeply. He is so loyal to them that it blinds him, that he would willingly give up anything just to keep them alive and happy.

ough, yeah I’m okay (<- liar)

[cliozaur]

A mysterious stranger enters M. sur M. in 1815. Who could it be? Ah, Father Madeleine. No one we know.

What an amazing coincidence that there was a fire in the town hall when he arrived in town and that he saved the two children of none other than the gendarmerie captain, who was so overwhelmed that he did not inquire about the newcomer's passport.

Hugo seems very fond of the idea of progress, industrial improvement, and revolution, doesn’t he? I am surprised to see that in this chapter, the process of black glass production is described with less detail than in one of the last chapters. I wonder if “black goods” were meant as mourning jewellery.

[scaly-freaks]

Glance, motion, change, and alternate for that oc ask game? ❤️

Yaaayyy! Thank you for sending me these ❤️

glance - she's got these really huge eyes, almost mournful, and with the dark waves framing them, sometimes it's like she's a pair of eyes and a cloud of dark hair ><

motion - i think the best way to describe her is 'flitting' from place to place. her movements are very irregular, and she sort of swings her way across a straight route by taking detours if that makes sense. she's not clumsy per say, because she always manages to avoid last minute collisions, but i guess wearing those long skirts and dresses helps contribute to a more lackadaisical way of moving.

change - okay so in the ballerina au, she does at some point chop her hair off into a pixie cut (which makes her eyes look even bigger and turns her into a margaret keane painting) but she quickly regrets it and wants her long hair back. luckily, it grows fast, but not fast enough (aegon loves the pixie cut, but amara doesn't care, she wants her tresses back).

alternate - since i've got her in both modern and fantasy, i'll go with sci fi and uuhhhhh...amara would make a HELL of a bene gesserit sister. she hates men and she enjoys yapping, all she has to do is release the voice and both issues are dealt with. i am starting to think of aegon in a dune au with her now though, and it's like HUH, would he be an atreides, a harkonnen, or a drunken imperial prince? aemond would definitely be a harkonnen, so maybe aegon is also of the same house and sister amara is sent on a mission to get impregnated by him. i don't think aegon would take kindly to being told to do that though (just like the baron didn't) so it would be something to watch.

p.s. as a bene gesserit, i think she'd have a lot of face jewellery, henna on her hands, and she'd usually prefer paler colours and veils because her eyes do the talking when she isn't using the voice.

[queen-of-writing-bad-things]

Henry Danger Reader Insert | Captain Man x Reader: SEASON 2

Episode 1: The Beat Goes On

~The Man Cave~

The elevator dinged and Schwoz stepped out, looking for his friends and carrying a sack full of mail.

"Hey, here's another sack." He said to Charlotte and (y/n), who looked at the bag with wide eyes. Captain Man had been receiving endless amounts of fan letters and gifts recently and the Man Cave was starting to fill up.

"No way, more fan mail?" Charlotte gasped, having already gone through about a hundred letters that morning.

"I get that Captain Man and Kid Danger are popular, but can't they just send an email or something? They keep sending us junk!" The young woman stated, pushing away one of the meaningful, but useless gifts someone had sent them. At least Ray gave her all the female stuff he was sent, like perfume and jewellery. Speaking of Ray, the man came down from the sprocket, wearing one of his signature brightly patterned shirts.

"Schwoz, I found another one of your diseased eggs in my tanning bed." Ray scolded the genius, holding up a pale pink, oddly-shaped egg. Schwoz loved to create mutants and monster creatures, but he always put them around the Man Cave to incubate and it freaked everyone out.

"It's not diseased...yet." The small man said carefully, as Ray studied and sniffed the egg.

"I know you're indestructible, but those tanning beds are lethal." (y/n) mentioned from behind her pile of mail. She hated that he used them, knowing that they were unbelievably bad for your skin.

"But how else am I supposed to get this sweet tan?" He winked at his friend, showing off his fake sun-kissed skin. In recent months, they had grown more and more attracted to each other and at this point, their romantic tension was bubbling over.

"Hey, what are you guys talking about?" Charlotte asked. She had never encountered any mutant eggs in the Man Cave and now she was worried that they were lurking around.

"Schwoz gets his jollies by blasting eggs with all kinds of weird radiation so he can see what happens when they hatch," Ray explained, giving Schwoz a knowing look.

"And yet you're still holding that egg." (y/n) smiled at him, making the large man hold the egg away from his body.

"It's fun to create mutants." Schwoz protested, even though his claims didn't carry much water. 

"Yeah, must've been real fun for your mom, oooh!" Ray joked, sending his best friend into peels of laughter as Schwoz scowled.

"Hey!" He snapped as Charlotte held in her giggles unlike the woman next to her. Ray threw the egg back to Schwoz, the sound it made as he caught it hinting that it was mysteriously dense.

"I want that egg off this property." He told him, making (y/n) gulp as he took control of the situation. Boss Ray was hot Ray. Whilst Schwoz stroked his weird egg, Henry came from behind the secret door with a can of whipped cream in his hand. Weird.

"Hey guys, someone left this can of whipped cream in the weapons room." He said, making (y/n) and Schwoz titter as he carried it so casually. That was no can of whipped cream, that was a deadly weapon.

"No, no, no, be careful with that!!" The young woman cried as Schwoz dashed over to take it from the boy's hands.

"Why?" Henry looked puzzled. It looked like a perfectly normal, safe can of squirty goodness to him. 

"Show him, Schwoz." (y/n) instructed, but she didn't expect him to test it on her best friend.

"Hey, Ray..." Schwoz smiled at his boss, who looked at him happily, not anticipating what was coming.

"Yeah, what's up?" He looked up from a fan's letter.

"Hey, I didn't mean—" (y/n) was cut off as Schwoz fired the can at him, causing him to shout in pain as his shirt burnt away. Henry and Charlotte laughed as he smouldered, but at least (y/n) felt bad for him.

"Dang dangit, Schwoz!" He yelled as the pain faded away.

"Relax, you're indestructible." Charlotte reminded him, but it didn't really help. 

"Yeah, well, my shirt wasn't." He snapped and (y/n) mourned the loss of his shirt since it had been one of her favourites. It always framed his shoulders so well. Her inner thoughts of adoration were interrupted as Henry got a text and pulled his PearPhone out of his pocket to check it.

"Oh man, I'm late for dinner, I better get home." He said, dashing to the elevator after quickly skimming through the message. 

"Wait, Henry. Do me a favour. Take this egg to your house." Schwoz whispered to him, the mutant egg rumbling and bubbling from the inside.

"This egg makes me nervous," Henry said, not trusting something that the mischievous man would give him, especially if it was one of his mutant creations.

"Just take it to your backyard and lay it in a boosh." He instructed the boy, quickly checking that Ray was still fawning over the letter in (y/n)'s hands. Well, fawning over that and her. 

"Okay, I'll take it home and put it in a boosh." Henry conceded, turning to enter the elevator, but was stopped once again as Charlotte opened a box.

"Hey, guys, look! One of your fans sent you both a birthday cake." She smiled and turned the box to show (y/n), revealing a cake complete with candles and blue frosting.

"But it's not their birthdays." The woman frowned as she looked at the cake. It was one of her quirks that she remembered everyone's birthday so she could get them a great gift and sometimes, it was useful for other things too. Like when her friends got sent a mysterious cake.

"CHARLOTTE, (Y/N), MOVE!" Henry shouted at both of them as he noticed something moving on top of the cake. Charlotte dived to the side and Ray pulled (y/n) over the couch as Henry punched Schwoz out of the way. The kid grabbed the whipped cream can from the genius's hands whilst he groaned in pain. He fired the strong laser beam at the cake, destroying it completely, making Ray look at his sidekick in confusion as he protected the woman in his arms. What was wrong with him?

"Ow!" Schwoz yelled as he held his nose, very confused as to why Henry would punch him. 

"Aw, I wanted a slice." (y/n) whined, her arms still around Ray's neck. Just because the danger was over didn't mean she had to let go, right?

"That cake was for both of us. You had no right!" Ray hissed at Henry, also reluctant to let his friend go. He could enjoy her embrace for just a few more minutes...

"I...I saw something on it." Henry told them, putting the can of whipped cream down and going over to inspect the remnants of the smoking cake.

"Why was I punched in the face?" Schwoz whined, his nose still aching.

"You just have one of those faces." (y/n) quipped, but everyone stopped laughing as Henry pulled some sparking circuitry from inside the sponge. There had been some foul play going on here.

"This was inside that cake," Henry said, passing it to (y/n) who looked at in shock with Ray.

"It's a wireless video camera. You know what that means?" The superhero breathed out and he took the small device from the girl's trembling hands. The explosion and now the fact that someone had sent them a camera made her nerves stand on end.

"That it doesn't require wires," Henry replied, misinterpreting what Ray had asked.

"No, it means that some asshole is trying to spy on us, here in the Man Cave." (y/n) clarified, shaking her head at the daft boy.

"I wonder who," Henry asked, him and Charlotte feeling uncomfortable at the thought of someone watching them. Ray was lost in thought and so was his best friend, meaning they were unknowingly drifting towards each other until they pressed their bodies together, her back to his front.

"I wonder why you punched me in the face," Schwoz shouted at Henry, breaking the couple's train of thought. 

"Guys! We need to figure out who sent that cake with this video camera inside." Ray snapped at them. He was on edge. He lived in the Man Cave, his livelihood was in the Man Cave, she was in the Man Cave, and that meant that she could be in danger. He just needed to know which villain sent the cake...

~Lil Biker's Shop~

"Doctor Minyak! I was able to save a short video image from before the camera stopped transmitting." Nurse Cohort showed her boss. So they were the criminals behind this plot. They had made their base in a biker shop for little kids in downtown Swellview and had even tied up the owner and shoved him in a closet. Meanies.

"Good, show it to me." The villain said, peering at Nurse Cohort's PearBook. After his last showdown with Captain Man, he was more than ready to face the superhero again. And this time, he hoped to beat him, starting with the people he worked with.

"Hey, guys, look! One of your fans sent you both a birthday cake." Charlotte said onscreen, her face clearly displayed for the villains to see. The camera was turned around and then they saw a pretty girl swamped by fan mail, (y/n). Ah, geez.

"These girls must somehow be connected with Captain Man and Kid Danger. So, all we need to do now is find them!" The crazy man said enthusiastically like it was no big task.

"That's all we have to do?" Nurse Cohort asked dumbly, thinking that their plan seemed a bit short.

"No! First, we find them, then, we use them to destroy Captain Man and Kid Danger!!" Minyak revealed his evil schemes. Yes, Charlotte and (y/n) would be his minions, all he had to do first was capture them.

~The next day, Swellview Park~

Charlotte had met up with (y/n) after school as she made her way to work. The young woman had been tasked with getting ice cream for her and Ray and since she bumped into the girl, it made sense that they'd walk together. Taking a shortcut through the park, they were trying to dash back to the Man Cave before the frozen treat melted.

"Can't believe all I'm good for is fetching ice cream." She grumbled to Charlotte, who giggled at her. She knew her friend loved ice cream and Ray, so the job didn't irritate her as much as she let on.

"Gather around! Gather around, citizens of Swellview!" A magician called to the crowd in a small seating area, making it hard for them to get through. Having never seen the criminals in person before, Charlotte and (y/n) couldn't recognise the magician and his assistant, who were really Doctor Minyak and Nurse Cohort.

"Come experience the magical magic of Doctor Magico!" The nurse yelled, their act merely a ruse so they could kidnap the girls they had tracked to the park. 

"And my assistant, Miss Direction!" Minyak added as the girls slowed down to briefly look at their act. A small show wouldn't hurt the ice cream, right?

"And now for my first trick, I shall need two volunteers!" He addressed the crowd of both kids and adults. 

"Pick me! Pick me! I love magic!" A little boy squealed from the crowd, but Minyak already had his sights set on the two girls who were about to leave. 

"We only need two volunteers!" He yelled again, ignoring the kid in front.

"I'm one volunteer!" He said back, not getting why he couldn't be part of the act.

"Uh, perhaps, these young ladies can help us?" Nurse Cohort rounded up the pair as they walked past the group, startled at how they'd been dragged in.

"Whoa, us?" Charlotte stuttered as she shoved her phone in her pocket.

"Yeah, we're kind of in a hurry." (y/n) laughed nervously, eyeing the softening ice cream. She really didn't want to be in some amateur magic act, preferring the thought of going home and eating ice on the couch with her best friend.

"Miss, ma'am, pick a card. Any card." He shoved a deck of cards in their faces, some of them falling from his hands.

"Uh, like she said, we really gotta get to work." Charlotte tried to give them an excuse, but Minyak ignored it all the same.

"Pick a card!" He reiterated, fanning the deck out so they could choose one.

"Fine, dude." (y/n) sighed, taking a card from the deck and showing it to Charlotte.

"And now that they've chosen their card, we place the girls into the magical cans of trash!" Minyak smiled at the crowd, who all thought this was part of the show. (y/n) and Charlotte struggled against their captors, but Minyak had a firm grip on the woman's arms and even though she was a petite lady, Nurse Cohort was able to lift Charlotte into a blue trash can.

"What are you doing?" Charlotte gasped as the nurse slammed the lid shut and locked it. (y/n) panicked as Minyak pulled a small needle from his pocket. Of course, a child was easy to incapacitate, but a grown woman was different; he'd need a little bit of help. Dropping the ice cream in fear, she could hear the thumping of her friend on the sides of the trash can as the blood rushed through her head, and the doctor used her shock against her when he pricked her skin with the sleeping drug.

"Who the fuck are you--" (y/n) slurred as her eyes became unbearably heavy, the drug working alarmingly fast as she collapsed into Minyak's arms. With his assistant's help, he managed to shove her body into a green trash can, which they then wheeled into their van. They grinned cheerfully at the crowd, acting as though it was some sort of disappearing trick.

"(y/n)! (y/n)? Help!" Charlotte screamed as she felt her prison move and be roughly pushed into the van.

"And now, close your eyes..." Minyak instructed the crowd mysteriously, and with no one looking or suspecting something was wrong, he and Cohort scrambled into the van and made their escape with the terrified girls in the back.

~Back in the Man Cave~

No one suspected anything was wrong, after all, Charlotte regularly made that walk back from school to Junk-N-Stuff and (y/n) often went out for ice cream, so there was no panic amongst Ray, Schwoz or Henry.

"And here's my special guacamole." Schwoz smiled at Henry, who was just sat at the couch drinking some bubblegum Kool-aid and scrolling through his phone. Schwoz and Ray had gotten into another one of their silly competitions and with no (y/n) there to be the referee, it was getting pretty intense.

"Yeah, and here's my super-duper special guacamole." Ray ran over to the couch, being careful not to drop his bowl of the avocado dip. 

"Now, which was one's better?" Ray asked the boy, who took a chip from the blue bowl in front of him and dunked it into Schwoz's guac first.

"Alright, now I'll try yours." He nodded at Ray after getting a good taste of the smaller man's dip. He took another chip and tested Ray's, instantly knowing which one he preferred.

"Okay, think about the way the flavour blends and y'know, the mouthfeel, the way it hits--" Ray tried to sway his opinion but Henry had already made up his mind.

"Schwoz wins." He deadpanned, ignoring any comments the large man used to influence him. Yeah, Ray's was nice, but Schwoz's had that little kick at the end that Henry really enjoyed.

"What?" The superhero spluttered, thinking for sure he had the better recipe.

"I win! I do better things to avocados!" Schwoz gloated, winding his boss up. They really needed (y/n) on standby to calm any of their childish arguments.

"No! This whole contest was...a--a...a avomockery! I want a second opinion, where's (y/n)?" Ray whined, realising that his beloved helper wasn't with them.

"You sent her to get ice cream, remember?" Schwoz told him, seeing how Ray was looking everywhere for the girl. He hated being apart from her, but at least he'd be able to enjoy some ice cream when she got back.

"All right, where's Charlotte?" He moved on to the next reasonable person he could ask for an unbiased opinion.

"Oh, she's not here either," Henry reported, dunking another chip in Schwoz's guacamole.

"She's late for work? Great! The one time we're doing something important." He growled, feeling tetchy at how he'd lost and how (y/n) wasn't here to tell him he made great guac. He grabbed a handful of chips and crunched them in his fist before throwing the crumbs on the table. He always was a sore loser.

~Lil' Bikers Shop~

(y/n) had stirred from her unconsciousness, blinking in confusion when she saw that she and Charlotte were in some weird tanks of liquid, in some weird shop. She couldn't remember how she'd got there, only that she'd been getting ice cream for Ray and there had been a magic act in the park and...hey!

"Hey! Hey!" Charlotte shouted at Doctor Minyak as he set up his experiment around them. With the girls captured, all he had to do was brainwash them so they would obey his every command.

"Yes, you have a question?" He asked in a slow tone, focusing on tweaking the machine's controls.

"We have a lot of questions, dickhead!" The older woman growled as she flailed her arms and legs in the purple water. Normally, she'd limit her cursing in front of kids, but she was beyond angry at the situation she found herself in.

"Starting with, who are you, people?" Charlotte added, equally baffled and pissed off.

"And why have you stuck us in these huge tanks of fruit punch?" (y/n) finished, glaring at the man and woman.

"You know who I am and I know that you know that I'm Doctor Minyak because I know that you know Captain Man and Kid Danger. This video proves it!" The doctor rambled on, flicking his video of them in the Man Cave together on the screen.

"Okay, so what do you want from us?" Charlotte asked, knowing that there was no use in denying it since the video showed the Captain Man logo in the Man Cave.

"I want you to destroy Captain Man and Kid Danger." He seethed, clenching his fist at the thought of the heroes that screwed him over last time.

"Oh, yeah, let us out of these fruit boxes and we'll do it right after we get home." (y/n) snarked, trying to give Minyak as much attitude as she could muster.

"What a feisty little thing you are. Oh, I'll release you soon, after I take control of your minds through the use of musical brain-warping." He told them, which amused Charlotte and concerned (y/n).

"Musical brain-warping? That's not a thing." The teen scoffed, thinking the villain was bluffing.

"Yes, it is, which is very bad news for us." (y/n) whispered to her, struggling to get free from the box.

"You see, by playing the right combination of musical chords, combining the keys of F minor and D Flat, backed with the right funky beat, the human mind opens up like a thirsty sponge, into which I can place instructions through clever rap lyrics which I have written myself," Minyak explained, smirking at Nurse Cohort as he bragged about writing a rap song.

"So, you're gonna take control of our brains by rapping?" Charlotte asked, not taking the guy seriously.

"Oh, I won't be rapping, but I've hired the unknown hip-hop artist, Lil Biggie." He snapped his fingers and a little boy came out from the back of the shop. Well, he definitely looked like a rapper.

"Earplugs!" The doctor ordered, so he, his assistant and the boy all plugged up their ears so they wouldn't be affected by the music.

"Now, Lil Biggie. Rap! Let my lyrics flow!" Minyak directed the little boy as he played the musical combination again. 

"Get up, go on, get outta this place, go find Captain Man and bust his face. Then take a little walk, don't talk to strangers, then pick up and club and whack Kid Danger. Yeah, little girls, you know the plan. Go smash Kid Danger and Captain Man. Destroy 'em both, then come on back to the songwriter, doctor-doctor Minyak, hee hee!" The boy sang, making (y/n) and Charlotte twitch and convulse as their brains were overtaken. He finished with a little spin, his work complete as the girls were motionless and ready to follow Minyak's every command.

"Where's my 75 bucks?" Lil Biggie asked the doctor, who made Nurse Cohort pay the kid his money.

"So, now that you have taken control of their minds, they're going to go and destroy Kid Danger and Captain Man?" The woman asked her boss as he fiddled with the machinery next to the fruit punch tanks.

"Not yet. First, I must amplify their physical strength." He replied, and switched on the machine, making the purple liquid glow.

"Now, my young friends, I give you both 4.9 million nuclear gigavolts of girl power!" The man chuckled in excitement as the punch started to fizz and bubble. The process made the girls grimace and jerk, but Minyak was too happy to care. His plans had never gotten to this stage successfully and now he was ready to end his enemies once and for all. 

~Back in the Man Cave~

With still no sign of (y/n) or Charlotte, Henry, Ray and Schwoz were lounging around the couch, still eating the guacamole.

"Mmm, so good." The boy complimented Schwoz's dip, loving how its zesty flavour worked so well with the chip.

"You see, I mush up the avocado, then I add onions, cilantro, the garlic, and then my secret juices..." Schwoz smiled at Henry, but he had no time to reveal his secret ingredient because the elevator doors opened and the two brainwashed girls stepped out. To give them a more menacing look, Minyak had dressed them in black t-shirts and jeans, a leather jacket each and dark sunglasses. 

They walked out silently, their faces void of emotion. 

"Charlotte, (y/n)! Glad you're both here! Now, Charlotte, I don't know if you're a guacamole fan and I know (y/n) is, but I made this pretty awesome bowl of my own--" Ray sauntered up the girls so they could try his food. All they could see though was Captain Man walking up to them in a red haze, and their minds were telling them to kill him. Taking the bowl of guacamole from his hands, Charlotte threw it to the side, causing the green dip to smash all over the floor, much to Ray's horror. 

"Hey! You don't want to try my guacam--" He was cut off again as (y/n) kneed him in the crotch, making her friend scream from the excruciating pain. If she kept that up, they'd never have any kids. Henry and Schwoz winced at the sight, knowing the agony he was going through. With the superhero not moving, Charlotte grabbed him by the shoulders and used her new super-strength to fling him upwards so he hit the ceiling and then fell back down with a thump. 

Ray scrambled to his feet, feeling dizzy from the unexpected attack from his friends of all people.

"I'm okay." He reassured Henry and Schwoz in a strained voice, feeling more hurt by the fact that the woman he loved had attacked him so cruelly than the injuries themselves.

"Uh, guys. Little help here." He walked backwards as the girls stalked towards them, (y/n) going for him and Charlotte aiming for Henry. 

"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Charlotte, what's wrong with you? How come your--" Henry was cut off as the dark-haired girl easily picked him up and threw him across the room. Henry cowered next to the elevator door as he shivered from the fall. 

"Okay, Schwoz, you talk to them." He said, not wanting to be hurt again. (y/n) kept walking towards them and her only thought was that she had to destroy Captain Man and Kid Danger. Seeing her approaching, Schwoz yelped and got on the floor, his hands and feet in the air like a dead animal. 

"What are you doing?" Ray panicked as (y/n) kept moving. She was his best friend, why would she have any reason to hurt him?

"Shhhh! I want them to think I'm dead." He whispered, but he wasn't their target. The woman walked past his body and cornered Ray.

"Whoa now, (y/n/n), no need to walk toward me." He stammered as he backed into the supercomputer. With nowhere to go, (y/n) grabbed him by the throat and lifted him into the air with her new strength, his toes dangling as he choked for air.

"(y/n), please, what are you doing?" He groaned hoarsely, wanting to fight back, but he couldn't since he would never be able to bring himself to hurt a single hair on her head.

"Hey, Charlotte, (y/n), you wanna fight someone, come and get me!" Henry opened the door to the elevator with a plan in his head. Seeing their other target on the other side of the room, the girls switched heroes and started to creep towards the teen. Ray gasped for air as his throat was released from her iron grip, but his concern switched to his sidekick since the kid now had both brainwashed girls moving towards him. 

"Henry..." He warned him hoarsely, his eyes widening at the danger the boy was in.

"I got it. Come on, come on, yeah.." Charlotte and (y/n) reached out their arms to choke him too, but he was too quick for them and he grabbed their arms and shoved them into the elevator. With the door sliding shut, he turned to Ray and Schwoz, who had only just gotten up from the floor. Coward.

"Hurry. Kill the power to the elevator." He instructed his boss, who swiftly jumped into action and pressed a few buttons on the computer's control panel, trapping the females in the elevator. 

"They're in a really bad mood." Henry whimpered as they had a moment to breathe.

"It's worse than that. (y/n) would never hurt us, neither would Charlotte. Something's happened to them. And it's not good." Ray swallowed, his heart aching at the idea of someone torturing or twisting his girl into something she wasn't. His darling (y/n), she would never hurt him, and he swore revenge on the person who had taken her sweetness away from him.

"Well, at least we're safe for a--" Schwoz tried to catch his breath, but the elevator door was suddenly ripped from the wall as Charlotte and (y/n) punched through it. The boys jumped onto the sofa in fear; the assassins were free again. Ray tried throwing some chips to ward them off, but it did nothing.

Being indestructible and completely in love with her, Ray decided he'd be the one to talk to (y/n) as she walked towards the group.

"Now, (y/n), sweetheart---" His honeyed words were lost on her controlled mind. She grabbed the wrist of the hand that he tentatively placed on her cheek and bent in downwards, the funny angle causing him great pain. 

"Ow, ow, ow!" He yelled as she squeezed even harder. Charlotte walked forward to grab him, but Henry stopped her before she could kick him down. 

"Charlotte, what's happened to you..." Henry's words ran out as he turned her around and yanked off her dark glasses. Her eyes were ruby red, freaking the boy out as they seemed to pierce his soul.

"Ah, geez." He whimpered, so Ray overcame the pain in his arm and took off (y/n)'s aviators, her usually (y/e/c) orbs glowing scarlet. His stomach dropped when she glared at him, making him long to see the radiant smile that she so often gave him.

"Oh, sweetheart, what have they done to you?" He breathed out, feeling guilt sit in his stomach as he got the feeling that this was meant for him. Using his best friend to kill him, how cruel.

"Okay, don't be mad. Do you wanna go get some ice cream or--" Henry tried to calm his friend down, hoping a bribe would work, but his offer went down like a lead balloon. Charlotte grabbed his shirt collar and forced his head into hers, stunning the boy as a dull pain erupted behind his skull. Seeing that Henry needed help, Ray used his superhero strength and prised (y/n)'s fingers from his wrist, trying to avoid blemishing her skin with any bruises.

"Charlotte! Now, you listen to me, right now!" He snapped at the girl, who turned around and gave him her evil stare. Gaining (y/n)'s and Charlotte's attention made Ray back off, his confidence suddenly gone as they switched targets again.

"Or you know what, I'll send you a text!" He screamed as he ran away from them, leading them into the backroom and then into the main one again.

"Schwoz, drop the tubes!!" He cried out as he dashed down the steps, two murderous ladies on his tail. 

With (y/n) and Charlotte stood in the perfect spot, Schwoz followed Ray's instructions and lowered the tubes, trapping the girl's in their places. Sprinting over to the tube controls, Schwoz filtered energy into them, causing a blue force field to surround the girls. 

"Uh, w--w-what'd you do?" Ray stuttered, still feeling his adrenaline running high.

"I flooded the tubes with neurone neutralising particles." He explained as Henry struggled to overcome his head injury. He'd have a nasty bump in the morning for sure.

"So, they can't move?" Ray asked, hoping his best friend was all right.

"No." Schwoz replied, breathing a sigh of relief.'

"Kid, you okay?" Ray looked at his sidekick, who was still swaying.

"Yeah, I just think I need a--nope." He tried to get steady on his feet, but the room was spinning and his head was throbbing, and he fell over. He groaned in pain on the floor as Schwoz picked up one of (y/n)'s scanners from her toolbox and ran it over the tubes so he could read their vital signs.

He looked at the data on a screen that was showing both of their brain waves, as Ray stood around nervously. Henry finally got to his feet and joined his boss in waiting for the results. Ray couldn't live without (y/n) by his side, so if Schwoz couldn't help them, he wasn't sure what he'd do. A gasp from the little man told him he'd found something, making Ray pale in worry.

"Their brains have been warped!" The genius exclaimed, confusing Henry who had never heard of such a phenomenon. The large man next to him looked at his girl in her tube, his heart breaking as she glared at him. He should've never let her go out alone.

"Warped? How?" Henry asked.

"With music," Schwoz told them, making Ray put a hand over his chest as if the action would make his heart hurt any less.

"You mean, musical brain-warping?" He questioned, even though the answer was pretty self-explanatory. 

"I said their brains had been warped by music, what else would I mean other than musical brain-warping?!" He shouted at Ray, who backed off. He was too distressed to fight back, choosing to keep his heartache to himself and wishing that he could just hold (y/n) to his chest so he could protect her from the world and all its evil. If he could just think of a way to help them...

"So, you're saying that there's a song stuck in their brains that's making them wanna hurt me and Ray?" Henry frowned at the thought. To see (y/n) filled with so much hate towards him, Henry knew that Ray must be feeling completely wretched.

"Exactly." Schwoz nodded as an idea popped into his boss's head.

"Hey, is there a way you could extract the song from (y/n) and Charlotte's brains?" He asked the little guy, knowing that he was the only one smart enough to save his helper and the girl.

"Yeah, sure, why?" Something like that was easy-peasy for a genius like Schwoz.

"'Cause if we have the song she heard, we could play it backwards...this is my idea," Ray explained, stopping Henry from saying it at the same time as him. He needed to tell (y/n) that he had been the one to save her and Charlotte, that way she'd be all cute around him and he'd feel like her knight in shining armour.

"I said it first," Henry smirked.

"No, you did not! Who said it first?" The superhero snapped back, looking at Schwoz to back him up.

"Henry." He answered simply, making the boys fall into a fight as Ray tried to grab Schwoz.

"You just want to rescue your girlfriend." Henry giggled as he pulled Ray back, making the man calm down and back off with a red face.

"She's not my girlfriend." He mumbled bitterly. He had moved past the denial stage by now and was certain that he loved her completely. He was also sure that she'd never go for a guy like him, so as always, he repressed his love for her and waited with dread for the day she fell into another man's arms and promised her love to someone else.

"Tell her how you feel and she will be," Schwoz stated in a sing-song voice as he started to search Charlotte and (y/n)'s brains for the song. So many memories.

"Just look for the damn song!" Ray hissed as he grew flustered from their teasing. Tell her? Not a chance.

"Wait, where's the blob?"

"Raymond!"

"Give me a job here!"

"Jerk never showed up." 

"Can you find the song in their brains?" Henry asked Schwoz as he flicked through their memories from the past year. So much had happened since then, meaning there was a lot to sort through.

"I'm getting close." The small man said as he zoomed in on a newer memory. Selecting it and playing it louder, the brainwash song began to play in the Man Cave, making the girls' eyes glow an even brighter red.

"Got it." He reported, keeping the song on his PearPad.

"Put it on hologram," Ray instructed him, ready to see what the girls had gone through. A hologram of Lil Biggie appeared in front of the guys, as they stepped back to see what would happen.

"Now, play it backwards." Ray and Henry said together, irritating the other by stepping on each other's words.

Charlotte and (y/n) twitched and convulsed like they had done back in Minyak's hideout out and Lil Biggie rapped in reverse, his words sounding like gibberish. 

"Okay, Henry, raise the tubes," Ray told the boy, who took out his remote and said the command. They all leaned back in fear as the backwards rap took effect, they couldn't be sure if this would work or not. Schwoz turned off the track as the lyrics played out, Ray and Henry walking up to the girls as they shook their heads and blinked.

"Charlotte, (y/n), y'all right?" Henry asked them carefully as he and Ray each supported a girl. 

"Yeah..." Charlotte slurred, her eyelids still feeling heavy as she tried to walk. 

"I don't feel so good--" (y/n) trailed off as the two of them collapsed, their super strength disappearing along with the mind control. They were free but their strength had been sapped by the process, leaving them feeling floppy.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, easy." Ray quickly scooped his girl into his arms, carrying her bridal style as Henry put Charlotte's arm around his shoulder and helped her to the couch. He had never been so happy to have her with him, her body feeling weightless as he carried her across the room. He sat her down on the couch's back, next to Charlotte as he kept one hand on her shoulder and the other on her cheek so she would look at him in the eye.

"Now, tell us what happened," Ray said to her and Charlotte, making them squint as they tried to remember.

"Well, we were over there, then you guys helped us walk over here..." Charlotte garbled, her brain feeling sluggish.

"To this couch." (y/n) smiled at Ray like she was drunk, thinking that she'd given him the answer he was looking for. She giggled as he gave her a sympathetic look, her dreamy eyes looking at him like he was an angel in front of her. 

"No!" Henry groaned, hating how slow the usually intelligent girls were being.

"Sweet girl, before that," Ray whispered, stroking the rough pad of his thumb over her cheekbone, which seemed to ground her as his sweet nickname sunk in. He had never called her that before and it was like a bucket of cold water over her head.

"Oh, it was...what was his name, (y/n)?" Charlotte rubbed her temple as she struggled to get her brain up to its normal speed.

"Oh, uh...Doctor Minyak!!" The woman snapped her fingers as the name illuminated her mind, causing Ray to gaze at her in shock and guilt.

"Yeah, he musically brain-warped us," Charlotte confirmed, as Ray looked away from his friend in shame. His nemesis had done this to her? Because of his hatred of him? 

"Doctor Minyak?" Henry gasped.

"And his sidekick Nurse Cohort?" Ray growled as (y/n) put her hand over his, leaning her cheek into his touch. She wasn't used to such tenderness, not from him and she was relishing it.

"Yeah, they, uh, were in a shop." Charlotte shook her head as the details escaped her grasp.

" I think it was some motorcycle shop for kids." The young woman patted her hand from her place on the back of the couch, not wanting the teen to push herself too far.

"Lil Bikers?" Schwoz asked them, lighting up Charlotte's face as she remembered.

"That's it!" She confirmed, making Ray let go of (y/n) and fumble for his gum tube. He was ready to kick Minyak's ass for what he had done.

"Well then. Henry, I think you know what to chew and blow." He told his sidekick who started to chew a piece of gum too.

"I think I do. You mean the gum, right?" The kid asked, just to make sure they were on the same page.

"Yeah, I mean the gum." Ray looked at him like he was crazy.

"Well, I was just checking." The boy quickly said before they transformed into Captain Man and Kid Danger. Schwoz and Charlotte nodded in approval, but (y/n) seemed to be a bit lost in thought.

"Let's go," Ray said to Henry and they ran to the tube area and slapped their belts.

"Wait, wait, wait!" (y/n) suddenly yelled, looking like she'd seen a ghost.

"What?" Ray breathed out, believing she'd remembered something horrific about her experience. 

"I dropped the ice cream." She whimpered, recalling how Minyak made her drop their dessert when he grabbed her. Ray chuckled breathlessly at her panic; only she would think she could get into trouble after being kidnapped.

"Sweet girl..." He laughed, making Henry roll his eyes at their interaction.

"Up the tube!" He called out, sending them out of the building before they could be gross again. Left with the girls, Schwoz turned to them so he could spark up a conversation.

"So, you like Taylor Schwift?" He asked them in his thick accent, confusing Charlotte and (y/n).

"Uh, sure," Charlotte said, not really knowing how to respond.

"Schwoz, you know she's my favourite singer." (y/n) knitted her eyebrows together wondering where he was going with this.

"Yeah, lot of catchy songs." He noted, making them nod awkwardly. 

"Maybe you could have one of her love songs at your wedding with Ray, sweet girl." Schwoz teased (y/n), him and Charlotte laughing as the woman's mouth dropped open and she fell backwards onto the couch's cushions so she could hide her face. Their teasing was mortifying, yet she couldn't help but let their words spark a fantasy in her head. They continued to giggle and fall into more conversation as she imagined their vows, their first dance, their honeymoon and their promise to love each other forever.

~Lil Bikers shop~

Having forced their way into the motorcycle shop, it was fairly easy for Ray and Henry to subdue Doctor Minyak and Nurse Cohort. Ray was fuelled with rage and let out his anger as he roughly tied the criminals together.

"This is for hurting the woman I love, Minyak." He growled ferociously as he grabbed the doctor's pale face, his fury threatening to break free. He squeezed the villain's jaw with a fierce grip, Henry being too busy with his microphone and the setting up of the music to notice. Minyak let out a small squeak of pain as Ray released his head, the velocity from his hold making his skull go back in Nurse Cohort's. The pair winced in pain, but Captain Man didn't care. In his mind, they were getting everything they deserved.

Stepping up the DJ booth, Ray put in some earplugs with Henry and turned the music up loud. Sauntering up to Minyak and Cohort, Henry held the microphone up to his lips. This was for Charlotte and (y/n).

"Hey, yo, listen up, you're stuck in this place while Kid Danger raps and Captain Man pumps the bass." Henry spat out the lyrics, getting up in their faces as he rapped.

"Yeah, p-p-p-pumping up the bass!" Ray added in the background as he scratched the records.

"We'll turn you loose, here's the plan, whack yourself in the head with a frying pan!" Henry jumped as Ray tried to sound as cool as he did.

"Yeah, frying pan, yeah." He said, missing the beat a little.

"You better listen to what I'm saying and respect my rhymes as whack yourselves in the head, ninety-five times." Henry finished with a high-five from Ray as the music died out. 

"Okay, I'll untie them." He told his sidekick as he threw down his headphones and earplugs.

"I'll get the frying pans," Henry added, handing Minyak a red frying pan and Nurse Cohort a black one once they were free from their bonds.

"I wonder if it worked," Ray commented, hoping he could teach them a lesson for messing with his closest friends.

"Yeah, I guess it depends on whether or not the music--" Henry was cut off as they got their answer. The doctor smack the frying pan into his forehead and his assistant did the same, causing the metal to ring loudly after it collided with their skulls.

"See, that's nice." Ray smiled, glad that their plan had succeeded.

"It, really is." Henry sighed with happiness too.

"Y'know, at some point we're gonna have to wipe their brains, so they have no memory of Charlotte or (y/n)." Ray said after they had taken a moment to admire their work as the criminals walked around and whacked themselves with the pans.

"Yeah, then, we should probably take them to jail." Henry agreed, knowing that it was their duty to hand them over to the police.

"You wanna do that now or...?" Ray seemed a bit reluctant to end their fun so quickly. 

"Nah, I think we should let them do this for a while." Kid Danger couldn't see any harm in letting them carry on for a bit. Ray agreed, enjoying the sight of Minyak and Cohort too much to let it go so easily.

"So, you've got a new name for (y/n)." Henry introduced the new topic as the villains started to hit each other.

"Wha-so?" Ray spluttered, hoping no one had noticed his pet name for his best friend. He couldn't help but call her that, it was everything he felt for her in two simple words. She was sweet, like honey and sugar, and he craved the rush she always caused in his veins; and she was his girl, the one he wanted with every fibre of his being, but couldn't hold onto for fear of being selfish. She was wonderful and he was...just Ray. The guy who stayed back when she went looking for a boyfriend, the guy who looked for the same kind of feeling with other girls but could never find it. Being Captain Man had never dazzled her as it had with everyone else, so he was just left to be himself around her. A normal guy.

"Earth to Ray. Dude, snap out of it!" Henry waved in his hand in front of the man's face as he spaced out. Must've been dreaming about (y/n) again.

"What?" Ray looked at him in confusion as Minyak and Cohort kept hitting themselves. 

"If you think about her that much, ask her out! You never know, she might say yes." Henry almost begged him, tired of seeing his boss and his friend constantly mull over their feelings.

"Just go get the memory-wiper from the Man Van!" Ray instructed him, pushing the suggestion to the back of his mind. Henry groaned in annoyance, but complied, knowing they had to shift the criminals before they went home. Still, he had set a niggling question off in the back of Ray's mind, that had started to slowly work its way to the front of his consciousness.

If he asked, would she be his forever?

[wingslikeiicarus]

a letter to the boy i grew up with:

the passage of time is a concept i’ll never truly understand, what i do know is one direction have been one of my greatest loves and special interests for a long long period of said time. i grew up with liam, his face and his voice is as familiar to me as family. i’m a patch quilt of my greatest passions and experiences that inform who i am now as an adult, and one direction are some of the most integral threads, woven between an overwhelming abundance of memories spanning the last 14 years. my environment is a scrapbook of the many things i dedicate my time to loving wholeheartedly, and now everywhere i look i’m surrounded my memorabilia of him. the posters litering my walls, the 1d mug my friends got me for my 1d themed birthday years ago, the 1d notebook i turned into a cookbook full of exactly three recipes that i’ve alternated between every night for years that i have open on my counter every time i cook despite knowing the recipes like muscle memory, just so it can be splashed with ingredients and become torn and tattered and used and loved, jewellery, books, concert dvds, tour programmes, an unfinished 1d painting lying discarded on my floor, and of course the 1d vinyls i got that started my collection which has since spawned into 80+ records spanning a vast discography of music that 1d opened me up to. liam is a powerhouse of vocals and lyrics, the grounding presence the band could not exist without. and so i mourn the person i’ll never get to see him heal and grow into, i mourn the band i’ll never see or listen to the same again, and i celebrate the boy i grew up with and the things he’s achieved with that band. i still shimmy like leeroy every time i put on a headband. i hope you are warm and at peace, rest easy lad. Always in my heart payno <3

[lilioopdf]

life updates:

1) my holidays are ending ☹️☹️ and i haven’t been writing or posting anything despite it being my holidays (which i am so very sorry for, if anyone sees this)

2) i have to go back to school this monday so i’m stressed and mourning the loss of my freedom 💔💔 (plus i’ve picked up a minor in social media management this semester so i’m going to be extra extra busy)

3) and then i also (maybe stupidly) accepted a retail job in a luxury jewellery brand that i’m scared i won’t be able to manage when school starts and aaaaa

4) i do have plans to write more, i just don’t think ill be focusing on writing for drivers/athletes as much idk 😕😕 i’ve loved the marauders since i was like 8 and i feel like writing for them but starting it is so painfully awkward for me and so this is me declaring that i will!! be writing for the marauders (that was me attempting to get rid of some of the shyness and awkwardness by saying it out loud) even if i am really really busy because i do love writing and i love love love sharing my daydreams with everyone

5) i think that’s all but i should probably go and plan out outfits for school rn because ive already updated and set up my calendar and schedule and i think being anxious about not being able to update my assignment deadlines into the calendar is very unhelpful and unhealthy

okay that’s it if anyone sees this thank you i love you and i hope you have a very very very good week ahead

[wellthebardsdead]

To Deny Godhood pt6

Part 5 here

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Shamat: *sighs watching the last of his followers leave the room after his final service of the day, and among them, a familiar argonian from house telvanni* finally… *stretches and stands up, glad he finally has a moment to just breathe and stop pretending he’s Voryn*

Councillor: *suddenly steps in* You’ve done well yet again lord dagoth. It seems you truely are remembering who you are.

Shamat: *nods removing his mask and blinking all 3 of his eyes* I know who I am. It is just a matter of remembering what I’ve forgotten in my long rest… *sets the mask back down* if I am done with my duties for today I will take my leave.

Councillor: Very good. I’ll escort you to your chambers.

Shamat: I- but I thought lord nerevar said I was allowed to roam the halls freely now? Have I done something wrong?

Councillor: What? No you haven’t. Lord Nerevar may be the head of house indoril and this may be his city but I am still the high councillor of this temple and I granted no such permissions-

???: Is that so? Former. High. Councillor.

Shamat: *looks to the door to see nerevar standing there, arms folded and glaring at the councillor* nerevar. *smiles softly, keeping up his act of affection towards him*

Councillor: I- l-lord nerevar I didn’t hear you come in I what do you mean f-former?

Nerevar: *glances at Shamat and smiles before returning his glare to the councillor* you undermined my authority in the temple of my house and of the 6th house now mourned. I will not stand for this loose tongued slander, if you speak so forwardly to my dreamer than how boldly have you spoken to others lesser than him? What other lies have you sewn to further your own gain?…

Councillor: i- no- i *suddenly drops to his knees grovelling in a kowtow* m-my lord mercy! Please I beg of you! I was only being careful! We do not know if we can fully trust ur dagoths reincarnation y-

Nerevar: VORYN DAGOTH!

Shamat: *visibly jumps and staggers back a little in fright thinking for a moment he was the one being yelled at*

Nerevar: *notices he’d frightened the dunmer but doesn’t acknowledge just yet, instead kicks the councillor off his boot and continues his reprimanding* His name is Voryn Dagoth! I will not stand to hear him referred to as the sharmat any further!!

Councillor: *realising he’s really fucked up, now bowing so aggressively he’s hitting his head on the stone floor* my lord! My lord please forgive me! Forgive me!

Shamat: I forgive you.

*silence*

Nerevar: what?…

Shamat: the insult was directed at me. He called me by the title of the sharmat… I forgive him… I did not mean to over step- but… *steps forward and helps the councillor to his feet, blood from the other dunmers forehead now spilling onto him and his robes* I cannot stand the suffering of others… *places his hand on the wound, healing it with the little magic his jewellery like restraints allow*

Councillor: *grey skin turning maroon with blushing from the others kindness* i-

Nerevar: … *sighs* you are forgiven… and demoted in rank… go.

Councillor: y-yes my lord- i-i mean my lords! *hurries off and out the door without another moment spared*

Nerevar: *watches him leave before looking back at Shamat* …

Shamat: *kneels down and bows into a kowtow, long black hair falling like silk threads onto the now bloodied floor* forgive me my moon and star… I should have held my tongue… I never meant any har- oh-

Nerevar: *gently takes hold of him and helps him to his feet* do not apologise to me my dreamer… *looks at the blood now all over the Dunmer’s robes and hair* His filth has stained you…

Shamat: *smiles and looks away seemingly shyly* I-I was hoping to have a bath after coming to visit your office again… I suppose I’ll go have my bath now instead then…

Nerevar: *slides his hands around the others waist, giving a gentle squeeze* Would you like some help?…

Shamat: *trying to keep his lunch from coming back up at the idea of him touching him again, simply smiles and nods giving him bedroom eyes* hmm, maybe. If I’m not stealing you away from anything?

Nerevar: *scoops him up with ease* Not at all~ *carries him out and back to his chambers*

*meanwhile*

Xelzaz: *steps into his room in the corner club* gods… *locks the door and sweeps the room checking for spies or assassins before pulling the parcel Shamat had given him out of his robe* okay Shamat, what did you give me?… *opens it up revealing his journal, wedding ring and the Talisman Kaidan had given him, all things he managed to get back from Nerevars office* … *opens the journal and flicks through the pages, stopping as a note falls out of it* oh?… *picks it up and reads it* Contact. Neloth, he’ll know what to do… oh divines no Shamat really has lost it!!! Why that mad old bastard?!

[atlasphoebus]

TERESA MARGOLLES

Teresa Margolles’ exhibition, Muerte sin fin (2004) at Museum Für Moderne Kunst, uses the water used to wash human bodies in mortuaries in Mexico City as a material for her artworks. In a strange way like a necromancer, she takes this medium of anonymous fluid into forms that transcend the mortal plain. The bodies are of those who have died due to violence, drug use, unidentified bodies and traffic casualties, and their remains are part of a wider bureaucratic system that makes these people disappear from public consciousness.

The exhibition includes an installation of Margolles’ En el aire (2003) which features a main hall filled with bubbles made from this water mixed with soap. Referencing the Vanitas theme “homo bulla”, she commits the dead to flight, popping in the air as if they had never existed. Yet to pop on the audience’s clothes or skin is to make post life contact, being reconjured as glittering translucent spirits.

Another of her installation works is Aire (2003), similar to En el aire (2003) but where the water is put through a humidifier to fill the space with the particles of the deceased. Anyone entering the space is forced to become a part of the journey of these remains, breathing in the vapour of the anonymous dead, the living become the corporeal host and the remains become a body within a body.

In Margolles’ work, there is a constant questioning of the relationships between the living and the dead, memento mori and memento vivere. Viewers are reminded throughout that we are alive, and that death still touches us, that there is a post life but also a post death. The exhibition space becomes a place of mourning and grief for people otherwise unknown, a space of discomfort and unease, a place that is haunted by physical matter. I am interested in Margolles' work in regards to this working within the liminal states of physical death to relate to my ideas in my work and to feature in my Literary Review. These states of being where the individual themselves is deceased yet their remains linger in new forms of existence and purpose, essentially being placed within a physical state of flux, is a direct example of the liminality of death and death object. This relates to mourning jewellery, an object where their remains become an object that outlives their death and continues in the world of the living, and the works of Margolles follow the same state of liminality.

[valleyoflovesblog]

brutally honest way to get over a breakup

1) mourn, let out your emotions out. its okay to cry

2.) tell your friends or family. theyll support you through this.

3.) dont contact them if youre in no comtact DO NOT MESSAGE this will make getting over them so much harder

4) dont stalk their social media

5.) accept that your arent getting back together. this is crucial. if you keep thinking to yourself “ill give him time” “maybe in the future” you arent letting yourself get over them youre just distancing yourself

6.) avoid going out JUST to see them for imstance if you still have their location dont go to the same spot as them

7.) avoid gossip or drama to do with them

ex: “have u heard what # did” AVOID. say no

8.) dont wear their clothes or jewellery dont smell them either if they still smell of them

9.) dont immeditley get into a new relationship if its just to make them jealous. i am in a new relationship but i genuienly love this boy. it isnt to make my ex jealous or mad. there is no point hurting 3 ppl (ur ex, urself, the new boyfriend)

10.) try to make new friends, go new places, make new memories itll help being around fresher things

11.) go on walks, go outside, go out with friends

if you cannot go out try letting in sunlight by opening your blinds and opening a window for fresh air

did you know sunlight and fresh air can actually help with depression?

12.) delete all photos of you together

i have kept a few videos of my ex being silly or videos from when we was out but all photos and videos of cuddling or kissing or being romantic. DELETED

13.) keep your peace. if they talk shit or diss you dont give them the same reaction back. itll show them you arent bothered and you simply wont give them your time

14.) DO NOT pick up any addictions for example drugs, alc, nicotine, gambling, etc. it isnt worth it at all and will end up with you feeling worse

15.) take time. its not easy but you are strong. every day it gets easier even if it doesnt seem like it i promise every day is a new day which means more growth and memories

16.) do the things you love

17.) start doing selfcare. even though it seems hard

this doesnt mean a facemask every night or an everything shower every day

self care can be nust as simple as brushing your teeth and hair, remembering to shower, making your bed

18.) dont rot in bed. try to sit in ur living room, spend time with friends, etc

19.) take up a new hobby if possible

ex : cooking, drawing, painting, singing, writing, walking/running, yoga

20.) just know this isnt forever. i promise itll get better. you were okay before and you will be okay now❤️

[skeppsbrott]

Rating Nobel Dinner outfits

I’m home sick so we’re gonna look at the most specialiest of awards shows, ie the one where a bunch of very intelligent and/or rich and/or influential and/or un/lucky people get to eat a very expensive dinner on camera. I am Swedish and obviously biased but here we go.

Warning for long post so if you’re on your PC press J to skip and if you’re on phone idk suffer or something.

Starting off with the Swedish royal house because idk they’re the hosts?

Okay they’re not but whatever.

Fun fact, I once had a teacher who worked in the castle wardrobes and the specifications about who gets to wear what and how and when is out of this world. LEFT TO RIGHT:

QUEEN SILVIA – Best part of this is the colour contrast between the purple and the baby blue. Looks kinda cheap aside from that. I am sure the lace fabric is very high in quality but my immediate reference is always going to be F21 tumblr girlies anno 2013. 4/10

CROWN PRINCESS VICTORIA – Looks like the collective American imagination of what a Crown Princess looks like so it is sort of like reviewing the concept of socks. That said, what is going on with the puckered hem? Queen also seems to have this issue. Come on. 5/10

PRINCESS CHRISTINA – Aspirational grandmother aesthetic. Cute! 6/10

PRINCESS SOFIA – Setting a standard, as it were. The high and decorated collar, the subtle quality of the material and colour, the cut of the skirt. I have some concerns about the end of the sleeves but if this was the minimum bar for royal gala wear I might be tempted by royalism. 7/10

Oh and you may notice a suspicious absence of menswear in this list and that is because those who wear anything but immaculate white tie are intensely rare.

THE NOBEL LAURATES

Ok so again with the white tie cavalcade but I want to give a shout out for laurate in medicine Svante Pääbo who 1) assumed he was gay until he met his wife and colleague Linda Vigilant and fell for her “boyish charms” before 2) proceeding to move in with her and her husband to live in some sort of throuple? Altogether, the bisexual representation we deserve.

LINDA VIGILANT – They’re a bit difficult to spot but there are DNA spirals on her shawl! Very synyhetic looking but understated colour with some lovely amber jewellery that looks excellent on her. Love the big chunky glasses. 7/10

ANNIE ERNAUX – Laurate in literature. Exactly what I think of when I think of “dignified French authoress”. 5/10

CAROLYN R. BERTOZZI – Laurate in chemistry. Very good use of two-toned fabric and sparkles. The slight pinstripe gives it something to hold onto, even if it doesn’t photograph well. 8/10

BETH PRICE – Partner of Bertozzi. First same-sex Nobel laurate partner. Can’t really see the dress but I am always biased towards black and red two-tone and she looks handsome in it. 6/10

PHAEDRIA MARIE ST. HILAIRE – Partner of Morten Meldal (laurate in chemistry). I haaaate the train. Looked super cheap in motion as well and especially when contrasted with Vigilant’s DNA spirals. 3/10

 THE SWEDISH PARTY LEADERS

Head of parliament is Ulf Kristersson and he is a despicable little man, contrasted with the leader of the Liberal party Johan Pehrson, who is a despicable big man. Additionally there is Jimmy Åkesson who is leader of the Sweden Democrats and simply despicable. But he wasn’t invited so at least there is that. Sole representative of the conservatives is thus Ebba Busch:

 EBBA BUSCH – Christian Democrat. Some of my friends were really into this but again with the lace fabric… I also think it is very bottom heavy and unflattering. It’s like someone mashed up a wedding dress and a Victorian mourning gown. At least the bodice is flattering. 4/10

ANNIE LÖÖF – Centre party. Obligatory green dress on a redhead. I like that it is deceptively simple, I like the train, I like the use of a visually interesting fabric but maybe it is a bit too much. Wish she would have gone with a statement necklace + more narrow sleeves. 6/10

NOOSHI DADGOSTAR – Leftist party. There is nothing revolutionary about this dress but at least it sits well on her. Next. 3/10

MAGDALENA ANDERSSON – Social Democrat. Perfectly executed simplicity. Gorgeous fabric. Flattering cut. True mother-of-the-country moment. Ulf watch your back because this is a political revenge dress. 9/10

MÄRTA STENEVI – Green party. Not visible here is the ouster shell jewellery which I LOVED. Environmentalism aside this dress fucks and I love it. The smooth upper chest area combined with the fluffy and busy skirt and sleeves? The colours? Playful and attention grabbing and sincere all at the same time. 10/10

OTHERS

RUFUS WAINWRIGHT – Musician. Perhaps the only time Wainwright will out-rockstar Kevin Shields (who is here as partner to the daughter of one of the laurates). Admittedly a bit of a walk over but I like it! 7/10

ELIN KLINGA – Actress. When contrasted with Stenevi this becomes exponentially more horrifying. @ Nobel fashion coverage please stop putting this in front of my eyes. 2/10

WHOEVER THIS IS (member of Samédiggi?) – Excellent use of gákti. Land rights for Sámi/10

PERNILLA MÅNSSON COLT – TV host. Could be the platonic ideal of a black velvet evening gown but I don’t like the fit and I don’t like the fabric. 5/10

JESSIKA GEDIN – TV host. Exemplary queering of the male white tie ensemble. Excellent nails and other details. Could only be improved by being part of a pair. 9/10

CECILIA GRALDE – TV host. Very flattering colour and looks great in motion but genuinely the toned glasses are what makes this look. The MILF of the nation. 8/10

VICTORIA DYRING – TV host. Hair buns! Though looks kinda Star Wars when combined with the wrap collar? Big fan of the well-executed one-massive-sleeve. 7/10

[lexiklecksi]

15 questions, 15 mutuals (tag game)

Thanks for tagging me @captain-kraken and @novel-emma @elizaellwrites

1. Are you named after anyone?

Nope, my name is so unique that I've never even met somebody who has the same name as I do.

2. When was the last time you cried?

Probably just a few days ago ... I cry a lot when I'm stressed or very anxious. I'm currently studying for my exams, so it's a constant stage of being on the verge of crying to relief some stress.

3. Do you have kids?

Oh gosh no, I feel too young and immature for that. But I am getting married next year, so who knows what the future might bring? I can't imagine having kids yet, but I have no idea how future me thinks.

4. Do you use sarcasm a lot?

Yes, to the point where my general tone sounds sarcastic and people think I am being sarcastic when I'm actually serious, which is annoying for everyone involved in a conversation with me.

5. What’s the first thing you notice about people?

Their eyes (You know, window to the soul) and then their hands (Do they work with their hands? Are their hands rough, soft, pretty, moisturized?).

6. What’s your eye colour?

Brown is the short answer, but let me be poetic about it because I am a writer and brown eyes deserve better descriptions:

"When the sunlight hits my eyes directly, they shine light brown with golden specks like forest honey. On cloudy days, they are hazelnut or chestnut brown, like a beautiful walk in the forest. When the light is dim, my eyes seem dark brown like melted chocolate."

7. Scary movies or happy endings?

I can't watch scary movies, I get easily spooked, and every jump scare makes me scream so loud the neighbours might call the police. But I'm not a big fan of happy endings either, I like bittersweet endings that make you swoon and mourn at the same time.

8. Any special talents?

Err not that I can think of? Does being neurodivergent count? I mean being able to recognize patterns, see little details others miss, daydream a whole book, feeling connected to the universe, think nonlinear and in many circles about 5 different topics simultaneously, talk for hours with a good friend about everything all at once. Though sometimes, all this feels more like a curse rather than special talents.

9. Where were you born?

In the most beautiful city of the world: Munich!

10. What are your hobbies?

Oh I've got too many hobbies, but they are all about getting creative and creating something. Writing poetry, short stories and rarely my ya fantasy novel, painting with watercolour or acrylics, crocheting useful stuff or stuffed animals, making jewellery, collecting stuff (sea shells, gem stones, etc.) and use it as room decoration. I don't know if designing stuff counts since it's my field of study and work, but I also like to design as a hobby. Should I show more of my creations on my tumblr blog?

I'm tagging @eos109 @azriel-alexander-holmes @soonshuas @holdenmarrswritings @silversynthesis @cirianne @simkarta333 @nerdragons-hoard @forever-and-almost-always and whoever wants to talk about themselves!