#and I defintely agree with the shut downs- I do that too!!

[xylathesilkwing]

I absolutely ADORE these and I agree with a bunch of them!! The special interest seems so fitting with how much she knows and how much she wants to learn and keep working in a job like the FBC.

I stim the same way!! I can never use clicky pens because I’ll immediately start clicking at them and messing with them, even the ones with buttons on the side to prevent that. The song one makes sense too!! Sometimes I’ll sing random parts of songs around the house even when I haven’t listened to them in a while because I like how the line feels/sounds.

Emily Pope the beloved!! She’s one of my favorite control characters.

Autistic Remedyverse Headcanons: Emily Pope

Favourite Ways to Stim: Smoothing down her hair with her fingers. Clicking her pen over and over again. Listening to her favourite songs on repeat.

Hyper- or hyposensitive? Her sense of touch is hypersensitive, and Emily struggles to find socks and underwear that don’t make her skin hurt. She also finds soft touches more uncomfortable than, for example, a firm hug. Her other senses are mostly hyposensitive, so Emily has no issues working in a very bright, busy place like the Research Sector. Although when she has a shutdown, her senses become very sensitive.

Meltdowns or shutdowns? Shutdowns. She slowly becomes more subdued, her body language changing like Emily is trying to disappear inside herself.

Special Interest(s): The Oldest House. She became obsessed with the place once she started working for the FBC and has never stopped feeling that way about researching the weird building she works in.

Social Issues: She infodumps a lot and has issues working out if she is speaking too much or taking over a conversation. Many times, Emily has been called rude for interrupting someone else or talking too much, but she never quite gets the hang of how to do it in a way that doesn’t annoy others.

Communication: Emily started speaking earlier than her neurotypical peers, although her ability to hold a two-way conversation was much weaker than her ability to infodump. When she gets overwhelmed and/or has a shutdown, she goes semi-verbal, developing a stammer and finding it difficult to put her thoughts into words. She sometimes has echolalia, repeating people’s words back to them, which makes Emily embarrassed because she used to get bullied for it.

Canon details that stood out to me: Emily infodumps a lot, overwhelming Jesse with information on multiple occasions. Also, in the Foundation DLC, Emily mentions that visiting the Foundation is her idea of a vacation—she is in love with her job in the same way I feel about my special interests, which is why I think her place of work is her special interest.

[ciaossu-imagines]

Gods, now you put me on the spot. I’m not that good with putting certain things into words so hope it turns out alright.

First I want to say that when it comes down to your Nanbaka answer, I totally agree. Hachiman is extremely hateable after all for everything that he has done and absolutely deserves your hate, though I didn’t pay him much attention while watching / reading the series and focused more on the much more lovable Building 5 (main) inmates. I can’t really say that anyone fell flat for me because I don’t generally look at characters that deeply. I love someone extremely, love them or hate them (sometimes but rarely extremely here as well) or think they’re fine. I know it’s strangely worded but hope it makes sense 😅

Now for the stuff on the characters we love. I totally understand your feelings of ‘must protect’ when it comes down to Seitarou since he really is so nice and precious and deserves so much better. I love the main group, they’re in no way my absolute faves but I really do love them and their dynamic. Your comment about Mitsuru is a big yes because I also love him immensely. In the past I’ve called him ‘a chaotic dumbass who you can’t help but love’ and I still stand by that. Especially when you see he does care for the others. With me, Hajime is just another character honestly. I do agree with what you said about him and it really is nice but since I’m a more of a fun-loving, free-spirited person, working with him would be far too stifling for me. But I’m glad you relate to him so much 😀 For me, my absolute fave is defintely Samon. He’s just so, so good and I really can’t help but love him. I also loves his relationship with the inmates because he gives off such dad vibes when it comes down to how he acts towards them sometimes. Also, I kind of have a protective feeling over him because of how clearly alone he is in so much. I haven’t read all of the manga so I don’t know how he and the other guards’ relationships progress but I do hope that he can rely on others more as time goes on. And you mentioned that you were near tears during the Building 5 arc, well I actually cried. It really was such a well-made arc and I hope to see more of that kind of stuff in the future.

I also love the HOMRA alphabet boys, though excluding Chitose. It’s so annoying because when it comes down to him, he had the potential to be quite a decent guy, a bit sleazy sometimes but still decent in his own way, but then he goes ahead and says and does some really questionable / creepy things and I just can’t stand behind that. And worst bit is I don’t know whether the authors intended for him to come across as bad (for the lack of a better word) as he is (at least for me) so there’s that as well. Also I’ll just add as a footnote that I don’t like Kusanagi for how he was towards Yata in being physically aggressive with him to shut him up. That was clearly intentional on the author’s behalf and that’s fine and good even since it adds to his character, just don’t like him for it. Also, I do understand where he’s coming from since he was given a lot of responsibility at such a young age (seriously imagine your best friend gaining immense powers when you’re only 21 and you then soon after having to start looking after a bunch of rowdy teens / young men) but that doesn’t make it good and I still don’t like him for it.

That being said when it comes down to characters I love I have the golden trio of Mikoto, Yata and Bandō. I love all three of them immensely and for different reasons that I hope to be able to explain clearly. If it ends up being too much, I’m really sorry for that. Yata’s been my fave since the very beginning, I honestly think I was about the same age as him when I watched the series for the first time so that might have also added to it. Strong cool character with a soft caring side is also just an amazing combo. Not only that but I also always understand where he’s coming from when it comes down to his emotional reactions (as someone who’s like that myself) and I really love his emotional intelligence. He really does always know what to say to help his loved ones (even if near the beginning of the series it might have taken some time) and it’s truly so beautiful. I also really love his development throughout the series and he truly is such a great older brother. Also, I just love his loyalty and honesty (considering those two are also important things for me). Plus his determination is so, so nice. I’m not sure whether you read the Lost Small World novel but in it he had to get his hands on a way of transport and he saw some older kids skateboarding and asked them if he could have a skateboard and they were like “Sure. If you can do this trick.” and even though it took ages for him to be able to do it and ended up bruised, he did it and acted like it was no big. I feel like there’s probably still stuff missing from this but he’s been an important part of my life for at least 6 years so yeah, there’s that.

Hopefully the other two are easier to less ramblely. I’m going to give you reasons Mikoto is one of my faves next because I also relate to him, as a fellow introvert and other reasons I’ll get into later. First of all the most obvious one (to me) he cares immensely about his friends (and also cares about innocents even if he’ll never admit it) and is willing to do anything for their safety. He also gives those around him the freedom that they want and as someone who isn’t especially a fan of being told what to do, I really appreciate that. He also respects others wishes, like when Fushimi left HOMRA in Lost Small World (I think it was then, I don’t remember the exact novel but Mikoto was totally chill with Fushimi leaving because Fushimi wanted that and that’s all that was important to him). There’s another thing that I also realised earlier this year which was kind of big. It just adds to his relatability in a way. Mikoto became the Red King when he was 18 and I also had a life changing experience in a negative way at a relatively young age (was slightly older so not super young but still young) so I in a way understand where he’s coming from. On a different note, I do also like that even though Mikoto is quite stupid at various points, especially when it comes down to doing something reckless, he still is quite smart and is good at figuring certain things out. This has no order to it so sorry for that and I hope this is the last bit. It’s really sweet just how soft he can be with those around him. Like he reassures you in this calm way and you know it’s going to be fine with hardly even saying anything and you just know you can trust him. He’s always been one of my faves when it came down to K but it’s only recently that he’s started meaning as much to me as he does so that’s why he’s part of the list now.

And finally Bandō, last but certainly not least in any kind of way. As opposed to the two above, I don’t really relate to him in some grand way even though we both aren’t the best at putting certain things into words and love doing stuff on the computer. I know I’m just going to keep on saying it but I just love how he cares and it was so sweet that even through all of his complicated feelings towards Shōhei, he still always had his back. There’s this personality type thing called the Enneagram and each person’s type has a tritype and Bandō’s tritype is called ‘The Rescuer’ if that name isn’t just him I don’t know what is. Not only when it comes down to physical rescuing mind you, he’s also just so supportive in all the right ways and really is so great. I wish more people in the series saw that and told him. Or at least one person and stood by their words. Not only that but man is *gorgeous* so that’s also just a really nice addition to all of his great personality traits. This paragraph is so much shorter than my previous ones and I hate it because I seriously love him so much but like I said, I’m not great at putting things into words so here it is. It might also be because there isn’t much canon material about him so I don’t have as much to reference. Though I’m still holding out hope that maybe one day there will be.

I’ll also add that I love Eric’s sass and just who he is, Fujishima is such a sweetie and the animals of the world (and people) are lucky to have him and I honestly have nothing to say on Dewa since we really did not get enough of that man.

Also it’s interesting that you said that Kuroh gives you the creeps. I never considered that before but do see where you’re coming from. Doesn’t really change my opinion on him since I do think he’s entertaining, but yeah, interesting to know. And it is a shame what happened to Shiro and I can see why you’d find him boring later in the series but I’m still glad he was still important to the plot until the very end. I have nothing to say on Nagare honestly since for me he just is another character. But I did like your headcanons of him some time ago so try not to be too hard on yourself. That’s all. Sorry that it turned into such an essay 😅 I’m not good with wording things concisely either so it turned into this. Hope you at least got some kind of enjoyment out of reading it and have a lovely day ahead.

Hey!! I'm so sorry; this is a late reply and it's done on my phone during my lunch break so it's not going to be as long, eloquent, or as nicely formatted as things are when I do them on my laptop so please forgive that!! But I definitely wanted to let you know that I loved reading these! It's fun to hear people's thoughts on the characters, even if their thoughts differ from mine in some ways, because there are some characters we see differently (for example, I do really enjoy Kusanagi) or don't mesh on every area about!! One, it's just fun to hear people talk about things they love and two, it gives me a new perspective on characters to hear others thoughts and why they feel that way about them, which is always cool!!

A couple of specifics - I completely get why Hajime might not be a lot of people's cup of tea!! He is very much a character I feel you either enjoy or don't, no real middle ground, and I can see all the reasons to dislike him!! But my ass is very much type A and slightly a workaholic so I do feel some kind of 'can relate, dude' when it comes to him, though I am much, much less violent (unless you count being violently people-pleasing, haha)!

And I loved how Yata was your first love in K Project, and I actually laughed at that a little but just because I was talking to someone else a little bit ago and had mentioned how Yata seemed to be everyone's first fave in K that I've talked to, except for me!! The trend continues!!

Thank you so much for sending this in because I can tell how much effort and passion went into it, and I truly enjoyed reading it so much!!

[gnattyplayssims]

1928 Pt1 - Skinny Dipping

Kye took his sister's advice and invited Jessie over to apologize. "Why am I here?"

"I hope because you are willing to give me a second chance"

"That depends on what you say next"

Kye coughed nervously and briefly considered bailing before shaking those thoughts away.

"I uh, got you something." Her eyes widened when she saw the rose. "I'm really sorry. I'm not really sure what I'm doing and...I still want to go to the dance...and...and..."

She took the rose from his hand coming to his rescue. "I'd love to go to the dance with you." He sighed

"Oh my word, you were actually nervous!" She teased him

"Shut up!" he shoved her playfully, embarrassment filling him She shoved him back,

"I was upset but I get it. I mean with everything with your mom..."

"Yeah...right." Kye agreed, still not sure if that was the full reason

Meanwhile Lizbeth was very much enjoying her steady relationship. Brock had taken her to the Bramblewood and was eager to show her his "Special Place" "Come on, it's right over this ridge."

He ran ahead of her as an abandoned gazebo came into view. "Wow this is beautiful!"

They sat quietly on the bench for a little while. They'd been courting for nearly a year but this was the first time David had allowed him to take her out alone. Brock cleared his throat and moved closer to Lizzie so their hips were touching. They'd never sat so close before.

"Lizzie," Her took her hand between his "I know this is probably a silly question since we're going steady but I want to make it official. Will you go to the coming-of-age dance with me?"

"Sure. I guess, I'll go with you." She teased him, "I suppose that won't be so bad"

Brock gasped in feigned offense, "Wouldn't be so bad!? Is that so?"

She nudged him playfully, their faces getting much too close. She blushed and pulled back.

He moved to whisper in her ear "Looks like I'm losing my touch." A chill went through her and she laughed nervously.

"You think that's funny." He tickled her and she gasped in surprise at his touch. He continued and she couldn't contain her laughter...or how much she wanted more. After a couple seconds she pushed him back. "We should stop."

He smirked, "Afraid I won't be able to stop?"

She didn't respond and he slipped his arm around her. "Don't worry, I'm perfectly capable of controlling myself." He smirked, "We'll take it slow."

She swallowed nervously "I don't know if I want to."

He kissed her forehead. "I've got an idea. A way to kinda...break the ice."

Lizzie followed Brock to the nearby river. He started pulling off his clothes as he waded into the water. "What are you doing?"

"Going for a swim, you coming?"

"Naked?!"

"Well...I don't want my clothes to get wet."

"I...uh...I'm scared of leeches."

She took off her shoes, "I'll just put my feet in."

"Okay." He swam closer to the shore, wading in the shallows.

"Don't stand up!" She gasped, covering her eyes.

"Okay okay!" He laughed and swam back out to deep water. "Guess, I'll have all the fun by myself."

Lizbeth bit her lip nervously and looked around to make sure no one was watching. "Okay turn around."

His face lit up, "You're coming in?"

"Not if you're watching me. Now turn around."

He smirked and turned his back to her as she stripped her dress and waded in.

"Can I look now?" He called out as he heard her slip into the water behind him.

Silence greeted him, then a timid "Okay, you can turn around."

He looked over his shoulder to see her huddling under the water. "Don't hide over there, come over here."

She swam slowly toward him.

She stopped a couple feet away from him and he gave her a confident smirk. "I knew you weren't the innocent girl, your step-dad thinks you are."

She smiled shyly and swam a little closer. "David sees what he wants to see. But I'm defintely not a little girl."

"No doubt."

His eyes drifted down to the water level and she dipped lower, splashing him "Watch where you're looking, mister"

"Damn Lizzie, can you blame me"

"I most defintely can." She flicked more water at him and swam away

"Hey! Get back here"

"We should go before David comes looking"

They slipped out of the water, averting their eyes shyly as they redressed. "Come here." Brock said as she came out from behind a bush.

"What is it?"

"I want to give you something." Before she realized what was happening he pulled her closer and planted a kiss on her lips.

"Brock!" She gasped as he pulled back. "Don't look at me like that. I've seen you naked, I think a kiss is reasonable"

"You didn't actually see me naked. I mean there was water"

"Ha, sure we'll go with that. So what, you didn't like it"

She blushed "No, I really did"

"Good!"

1928 Pt2 - Prom Heartbreak

[kitmoas]

Don't Wake it Up

Summary: You just wanted to drink away your midterms, instead you catch the eyes of some of the most prominent people in the country.

Pairing: Kate Bishop x Reader, Wanda Maximoff x Reader (alludes to)

Genre: Dark intro fic

Word Count: 5.8k

Warnings: Murder, Blood, kidnapping, Magic Use, Weapon Use

*Let me know if I missed anything*

A/N: This is going to be a *DARK* fic. It won't always be blunt with the dark themes, different scenes will be written in a lighter tone even if it has to do with dark themes. There isn't actual smut, but there are allusions to sexual themes.. BUT there will be plenty of smut down the line (;

This defintely got longer than anticipated BUT had to give the sarcastic, sassy, and hilarious Wipsy (reader insert nickname) a good start (: Hopefully you guys like it!!

Gentle Sin Master List

**MINORS DNI** **18+**

The night was not going well for you in any capacity, and it only got worse when you realized that none of your friends were around you anymore. It was honestly baffling you in the moment, drunken haze wrapping your mind in a blanket, that the people who dragged through this club hop would leave you. It was supposed to be the last stop of the night, the entire group planning on going home together but as you stumble through the sweaty bodies not one friend was catching your eye. 

You weren’t sure where any of your belongings were either, except for the very dead phone that you were clutching in your hand. You were confused on why it wasn’t turning on, you could have sworn the power button should have worked. Intensely focused on the screen you weren’t aware that you were stumbling drastically, nor were you aware that you were about to hit a tall brunette in a very expensive suit. 

The heels she wore should have made her less stable, but it was like you hit a brick wall and you crumbled at her feet as she stared down at you. A slightly worried expression painted her face as she bent down to check on you. She was speaking to you, but your drunken mind was entirely too captivated by her whirlpool blue eyes to comprehend the question. You miss the smirk that spread across her face, and you miss the subtle nod towards you. What you don’t miss are the large male arms picking you up, and you begin to thrash about. 

The huge guy just holds you at arm's length, attempting to not get hit by kicking legs, when you spit directly into his face. You fumble in your hair looking for the small blade you keep tucked away, but the moment it’s free the gorgeous girl grabs your wrist. “Settle down there Sweets.” A wide grin is plastered on her face as she watches your reaction with sparkling eyes. You go to reply but your world goes dark before you can open your mouth.  --------------------------------------------------------------------------

The pounding in your head wakes you up, along with the pounding on the door. Barely being able to force your eyes open, the light streaming in from the windows makes you lift a shaky hand in an attempt to shield away. The room around you is extravagant to say the least, but you don’t have much time to take it all in when the girl from last night barges in. 

Striking cobalt eyes catch yours and your breath hitches. Without the influence of alcohol buzzing in your system, you can’t tell if it's the hangover or the beauty of her but you suddenly feel nauseous. 

It takes you a moment to realize that she's talking to you, wincing as you struggle to sit up in bed. “There’s water and some aspirin on the bed side table, and we have some breakfast being cooked for you as well. Total hangover foods too, I had to talk the boss into agreeing that those were the best for you though.” The smile as she continues to talk to you wakes you up some, and you should be annoyed at the bubbly rambling but you can’t help but want more.  

“”I-” The girl shuts your sentence down before you can even get an entire syllable out, and you can’t help but get offended. This random chick is acting like the two of you are best friends, and she won’t even let you speak. She seems harmless but the way she holds herself somehow makes you feel inferior, and you feel like you need to fight your way out of whatever situation you’re in. “Who the fuck are you?” 

You’re already cringing at how rude you sound, but the immediate change in the girl’s body language makes you want to die. Her entire face twitches, and her eyes darken. The regret sinks quickly into your body as you realize that you miss the cuteness from earlier.  A deadly glare and a single eyebrow raise has you apologizing profusely, but she doesn’t seem to care as she stares at you. “I’ll let that slide, for now. I’ll see that you are escorted to the dining room for breakfast soon, there are clothes on the dresser for you to change into.” Her voice seemed deeper than earlier, and there was a new bite to her voice. She spins on her heel and is out the door before you can mutter a thank you. 

Standing on shaky legs, you try to figure out what to do. You want to tear yourself up for shutting down the nice bubbly side of the woman, but you also have no clue where you are and it makes you mad. Getting dressed seemed to take longer than it should have and you barely were able to keep the medicine down, but you were finally following behind a man down an extravagant hallway. You make mental notes of how many men in suits there are, at this point you’re at over seven dozen, and how many possible exits there are-barely five. 

The room you enter is huge with a large mahogany table in the middle, and there’s only four chairs with three of them filled. It’s a ginger who speaks to you first, “How very nice of you to finally join. Sit.” The mocking tone makes you want to slap her, but with the dozens of men solely stationed in this room you decide against it. Taking your seat you stubbornly glare at the weird centerpiece, unsure if it's a real skull with flowers or not. It isn’t Halloween anymore but you can’t help but see the appeal. 

It’s completely quiet for a while, everyone seemed content to let you suffer in the silence. The ginger is tense, staring at you or more so analyzing you. The blonde that sits across from you seems to be the least mad, eerily calm, as she scans the room, but her eyes keep flickering back to the swinging door in the corner. You chance a look at the ocean blue eyes, but she’s avoiding all eye contact and it pains you to know that you definitely hurt her feelings. The guilt you feel at that is foreign, but it settles heavily in your gut. 

The door slams open, causing a prominent scowl on the ginger’s face, as a few men come in carrying trays of food. It’s barely placed on the table before the three youngest boys immediately begin serving the women. The entire process is over in just over a minute and now you look foolish with the only empty plate. 

“Thank you for this, Y/N. Ginger over there never lets us have fun food for breakfast. Your hangover was apparently cause enough and now I get to eat tacos at seven in the morning.” The blonde’s words were muffled some as she took bites of her food between words, and you saw the redhead’s jaw flex. 

Nodding slowly you offer an awkward smile, confusion setting in when you realize that the blonde used your name. “How the f-” The hard look you’re given by both women at the ends of the table makes you switch gears mid sentence. “Who are you guys? You obviously know who I am, which I’m confused about.” 

The blonde in front of you looked at the other two, head swinging a few times to gauge their reactions but shrugged when no one else spoke. “I’m Yelena. Bubbles over there is Kate and buzz kill is Wanda. I wouldn’t think too hard about how we know your name, Y/N Y/L/N.” When Yelena spoke your full name, her entire body froze and it was the first time you saw the blonde serious and it sent fear down your spine. 

Knowing you can’t really fight your way out, tactics change and you need to appease the three women. Stuttering through your words you look at ocean eyes, “Um I- Kate, I just want to apologize for earlier. I was so confused um- about like- uh everything? I have no idea where I am or who you guys are. I didn’t mean to come off- uh like rude or anything.” 

The beaming smile you receive in return is enough for you to relax, “Well that’s okay Sweets! I probably would have been the same way!” Her voice is bright and bubbly again as she speaks to you, but the moment she looks away from you her face shifts. “You, boy, feed our guest. Now.” 

Wanda watches you, your movements and intentions under scrutiny. There’s something about you that she’s interested in. You squirm under attention but your eyes paint a different picture. You mumble out a thank you when the worker fills your plate with the best foods, but your entire body is tense as if ready to pounce as soon as needed. Breakfast is simple with Yelena and Kate spending the entire time talking, more like bickering, as you sit there picking at your food. 

Once the table is cleared Wanda slides your phone and wallet to you, her eyes flashing at the speed of your hand coming up to grab them. “So, Y/N, where will you need to be dropped off? Your apartment or your family penthouse?” She smirks as she watches the information click in your eyes, your body flinches as if stopping yourself from jumping at her. When you reply with the former answer, she notices something changes in your voice, but decides against commenting on it. “I assume your class tomorrow at 9 is the reason for that?” The silent nod is enough for her and she leans over to whisper something to the worker closest to her. 

A couple men step up to you, gesturing for you to stand. “We’ll be seeing you soon, Y/N Y/L/N. Count on that.” You don’t get to reply as you're immediately escorted out of the room.  -------------------------------------------------------------------------

A couple weeks pass after that completely unusual night, and in doing some research you finally realize that you were in the house of at least one of the richest people in the world. It makes you curious as to why they treated you as they did, but you had to try and focus on school. The library had been your best friend since midterms were approaching quickly and you spent most of your time with airpods in, trying to force as much information into your brain as possible. 

You barely register as someone sits near you, only pushing your own pile of books closer to your spot. Finally bringing your focus back to your own studies, your entire book pile gets pushed over as the person next to you drops their own books. 

The young boy is frantic as he tries to pick everything up, scrambling awkwardly as he apologizes profusely. You sigh, trying to reign in the anger that threatens to boil over. Nodding you just turn back to your notebook, ready to get past the annoyance, but your notes are soaked with water smearing all the ink. 

Your head snaps to look at him, his face full of regret and guilt. “You fucking idiot. That was hours of work you just ruined. Do you understand that?” You blindly rip the ruined pages out of the notebook, crumbling them into a ball, waiting for an answer from the boy. Without looking you throw them into a garbage can across the room, easily sinking the basket. His face is blank as his eyes stare back at you, fear evident in his eyes. “It is literally so painful watching you think. I should ruin your life for this shit. I should kill-” You cut yourself off when you realize you let your anger issues take control, the intrusive thoughts clouding your judgement. “Be more careful from now on, dumbass.” 

The boy stands there in silence, thankful for the isolated wall you happen to be near. He watches as you swipe the books into your backpack in one go, the entirety of your supplies falling perfectly into place. You stalk off, glancing back at him to throw one last dirty look at him before you exit the building. The usually squeaky door does not make a single sound as you go through it. Scanning the room the boy takes notice of how empty it is, bringing his watch up to his mouth, “I got all I need N, I’ll be home soon.” 

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The last midterm of the semester kicked your ass and all you want to do is go home, punch a wall, and eat some ice cream but of course the world is against you. Walking up the steps to your isolated apartment you never expect to see anyone, but today you see Kate leaning against your door. The brunette’s hair was hidden mostly by a gray beanie and her face framed with bulky square glasses. She’s holding a coffee cup with a bright smile spreading across her face as she watches you grumpily stomp through the hall, an eyebrow twitching at the lack of sound even as your feet heavily land on the wood floor. “Welcome home Sweets, how was your midterm?” 

The dead eye look on your face doesn’t deter the bubbly ocean eyes, so you sigh as you fish through your backpack for your keys. “Fine honey , some asshole kept distracting me with his irritating pen tapping but I think I passed.” You have to kick the bottom of the mostly broken door to get it to open, leaving it ajar as you walk inside; silent invitation to Kate. She just watches you, gears turning quickly in her head trying to keep up with all the information that you are unknowingly giving her. 

Your apartment is messy to say the least, it isn’t gross but it’s completely unorganized with lots of random things just thrown around. Different piles of papers and books stacked up all over, notes and words written across different white eraser boards, and full trash cans of balled up paper in every corner. Jagged holes scattered in all the walls, chalky dust settled along the slick chocolate brown floor. A few shiny blades, horribly hidden under some of the clutter, catch Kate’s eyes as she makes note of the slashes in various pieces of furniture. 

“It’s rude to leave the door open.” Your deadpan voice grabs her attention and the brunette slams the door closed, a pointed look thrown your way. Collapsing on the couch, you blindly toss your backpack towards the chair and perfectly hook the strap on the back of it. “Please make yourself at home, I made sure to clean for my guest. I even went grocery shopping, got you your favorite sodas.” Voice mumbled as you lay your arms across your face, exhaustion settling in your bones making you less open to being polite. 

Rustling of papers and random trinkets fill the room as you listen to Kate, investigating random piles that peak her interest. “This boy that annoyed you, is he a friend?” She barely catches your half hearted shrug as your body sinks deeper into the couch, but accepts the answer with a low hum. “Come to dinner tonight?” 

Her question comes out more like a statement and it makes laughter bubble up your chest, your arms flopping to your sides to assist you as you sit up. You can’t stop the mocking laughter as you head into your bare minimal kitchen, grabbing an off brand Cola. “What? Can’t kidnap me a second time or are you only good at it if your victim is wasted?” 

The moment you spin around to give her a cocky smirk your back slams into the fridge behind you, smooth cool metal across your neck rivals that of the door you lean on. The ocean blue eyes are blown out, black and navy swirl together in angry waves, as her hand grips your shirt tightly. The purple blade laying against your throat stings as she puts more pressure, the erratic smile seems to stretch her face beyond physical ability. 

Her teeth shine in the dull light of your flickering kitchen overhead lighting, the tip of her tongue slipping out enticingly. Kate’s breath is heavy and hot as she sneers at you, the pulsating anger easily recognized on her features. It does nothing to scare you though, a taunting smile stretching slowly across your own face. “A bit kinky, are we?” 

Your words seem to shock her some, a giggle breaking through her barred teeth. Her grip on you loosens when you shoot her an expectant look, eyes twinkling dangerously. “Be at dinner tonight at seven. Don’t be late and dress nicely.” The small knife cuts a thin line in your throat as she pulls it away, a drop of blood running along its edge. She’s backing up, giving you your personal space, but you can’t help but miss the sweet floral perfume warmth that she brought. 

By the time you get out of your own head she’s already opening the door to leave, “Wait! How do I get there? I need an address.” 

Kate spins around on her heel, a soft smile on her face. “Don’t worry about that one Sweets.” She winks at you as she backs out the door, leaving it wide open as she begins ascending down the hallway . You watch as she licks at the knife, a quick swipe tasting your blood. The flush spreads across your face when you hear a distant moan before she turns the corner without looking back at you.  ----------------------------------------------------------------------------

Dual grunts echo throughout the bright room as Kate and Peter walk side by side, the latter struggling to drag a flailing body behind him. The exasperation on the older girl’s face obvious, the clicking of her heels getting louder with each step she took. “Peter, shut the dickhead up. I can’t hear my lovely thoughts.” A quick nod is the only response she gets, a single yelp rings in her ears before a chilling quiet finally settles in the air. 

Kate slides into her chair, letting her body relax into the plush leather as she waits for the rest of the group. She watches with bored eyes as Peter hangs the now unconscious boy by the spiked chain from his watch. He turns his head to flash a quick appreciative smile at the brunette, a quiet thank you for the upgraded equipment. 

The door slams open as Natasha and Wanda strut in, the former arguing with the blonde that’s following them. “No, you heard me correctly. You two are not going to be leaving nor will you be the ones attempting this crazy dumb experiment.” The ginger watches as Wanda sighs, rolling her eyes as she heads over to the body. A dull red light moving slowly through the air as she spins him, examining him. 

“Dumb? Did you just call me dumb? If anyone is dumb, it’s you. so ..Ha.” The blonde pushes grumpily past her older sister and slides down next to Kate, a prominent pout on her face. The brunette just chuckles leaning over to leave a messy kiss on Yelena’s cheek, a line of spit follows as she pulls away. 

The ginger rolls her eyes as she comes to a stop in front of the two younger women, “Real mature Els, even Peter is more mature than you right now.” The young boy perks up at the praise, practically skipping over to see what was happening. It makes Kate roll her eyes, standing as she mumbles something about how annoying the spider family is. 

“Thank you N, I try my–” A look of confusion lands on the young boy's face as he realizes what the oldest widow said. “Wait, our plan isn’t stupid. It’s like the perfect plan. I did my research and everything, so did Kate.” He points back to where Kate and Wanda are circling the hanging man, quietly discussing what they wanted to do. “She’s the perfect addition, and honestly I think it would be best if we approach her. We are her peers, we look less aggressive, and she already has a crush on Kate so it works out the best. It’s an easy business strategy, hit them with something they already want or need.” He pulls at the lapels of his jacket, smoothing down the wrinkles as he puffs out his chest. 

A deep guttural scream breaks up the conversation as Natasha just stares down Peter, an eyebrow raised as she tries to break his determination. He stands with his head high, stepping up into the widow’s personal space. The boy doesn’t even flinch when a few splatters of blood land on him, jaw set stubbornly. The air is tense as the two continue their stare down, emerald green staring directly into chocolate brown. 

Shrill sounds of shaking metal fills the air as Kate watches the hanging body uselessly trying to get away from her knifepoint. A puddle of deep crimson liquid has formed below and the young CEO doesn’t even try to step around it in her red bottom stilettos as she paces. Letting the broken fletching hang from her hand loosely, she watches with a manic smile as scarlet mist pushes the arrowhead deeper. Quiet cackles tumble out of her slightly barred teeth, uncontrollable and unhinged. 

“If you two are done seeing who’s dick is bigger, I would like to point out that it doesn’t matter too much. Kate already invited Y/N to dinner. You’ll meet her then Nat.” Wanda’s voice drones out, Sokovian accent thick, as she stares directly at the heavy stream of blood pouring from the triangular hole in the body in front of her. “Peter, stop trying to show up to your N. You aren’t ready for that yet.” 

Peter flinches at the witch’s blunt statement, frowning as he deflates in on himself. He diverts his eyes in submission as he shuffles towards Wanda, who wraps an arm around him. He lets her place a gentle kiss on his head, whispering a quiet affirmation. He watches as Natasha sends him a proud reassuring smile as she heads to sit next to her sister, bumping her shoulder. “You guys do realize that his heart has already stopped, right?” The young spider’s voice is quiet as he watches Kate slide another blade into the hanging body. 

Crazy wide ocean eyes lock onto Peter, a loud chortle leaves her thin lips. “Of course spidey boy but maybe I-” A knock on the door cut off the manic sentence, and in popped two workers. The first who is immediately shot through the heart leaving Kate hysterically giggling to herself as she drops her mini crossbow, as her eyes begin to clear and refocus. 

“Your..um the guest has arrived..” 

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You don’t expect to open your eyes, after seemingly drifting off to sleep, to a dark vehicle nor do you expect the deep laughter of two men in the front seat. The adrenaline shocks your system, your hand silently sliding to your boot. Your movements aren’t tracked by the two men, even as your reflection momentarily slides through the rearview mirror. Laying the point of your knife at the base of the passenger’s head, you clear your throat. Before you can even get a word out the driver just laughs at you, “The boss said you were feisty, don’t worry we’re about to pull onto their property.” 

The windows are blacked out so you can barely see anything from your position, but the vast land is filled with different buildings but you pull up to the main one all too quickly. Letting your knife fall back into your boot, you follow the two drivers slowly through the heavy wooden doors. Looking at some of the art gracing the walls, you just barely catch the change in atmosphere when three figures walk in. 

There stands library boy with Yelena and Kate flanking his sides, “Welcome back to our home. I’m glad this time is on better terms, we made sure to limit the amount of alcohol served with dinner tonight.” The young boy smiles charmingly at you, even if his words are sharp and pointed. You watch as he leads the two women to a couch, letting them sit before he crosses the room to the wet bar in the corner. “Can I get you anything Y/N?” 

You stand there bewildered as you watch this young boy expertly make three different drinks, stunned into silence. “You.. you were the asshole who ruined my notes.” He just nods but his expression shifts into a more apologetic one when Kate flashes him an angry look. “Vodka soda with a twist. Make it a double.” 

He carries all four drinks over on a golden tray, “Cmon, come hang out with us. Seriously, we don’t bite. Well Kate might but I promise she’s on her best behavior tonight.” He snorts when he sees the offended look on the brunette’s face, handing you your drink. Once you settle on the plush couch across from the other two, he hands out the rest of the drinks before settling in a chair. “Heard you passed your final? What’s your major? I wanna do business or chemistry.” He’s slouching in his chair, obviously not caring that all four of you are dressed in nice expensive clothes. “Oh I’m Peter by the way.” 

Shrugging you take a large gulp of the drink, trying to relax the urgent need to escape whatever situation you got yourself into. “Accounting and Philosophy. It’s horrible but I’m just about done so I guess that’s a plus.” You look over at Kate who’s still sitting all pretty but Yelena is now halfway down the couch nursing her drink. “Did you send him to meet me, honey?” The sarcasm drips from your tongue as the brunette just laughs, eyes rolling as she finally seems to relax. 

The four of you get into a casual conversation, laughing at different stories. You try your hardest but you can feel your guard slipping, the three reminding you of what you once had. You barely take note of how Peter watches you when you move or how Kate smirks everytime you say something a little too dark, instead the easy banter with Yelena is what takes up most of your attention. You’re caught up in the excitement that you don’t notice the older women walking into the room, their announcement that dinner is ready making you flinch. Mentally scolding yourself for letting your guard down so much, you take their lead and hand your glass to a man near the door as you enter the dining room. 

The table is set gorgeously, but your eyebrows knit in confusion once more at the strange centerpiece. You take your seat next to Peter as you stare at the skeleton hand holding flowers. The details in the bone are so interesting and you’re almost certain they look real, but the new ginger woman at the end of the table clears her throat to get your attention. “It’s a pleasure to meet you Y/N. I hear you’ve made quite the impression on the trio.” The woman is intimidating but you can see the love she has for the younger ones at the table, and it calms your nerves. “My name is Natasha and welcome to my home.” 

It was like it was rehearsed because as soon as the last syllable was out of the redhead’s mouth all the workers seemed to jump into action, serving the luxurious steak dinner. Kate and Peter spend most of the dinner bickering over some stupid television show while Wanda and Natasha somehow had a quiet conversation from opposite ends of the table. You feel out of place and it makes you more tense, cutting into your steak with more aggression. Glaring at your plate as you take bites, you miss the look that Wanda and Natasha share. The former is trying to get the ginger to be more subtle, but sighs as she sees her put down her silverware. “So, Y/N, what’s your deal? Hmm?” 

You choke on the piece of steak you were swallowing, thankful for the glass of water Peter hands you. Sipping it slowly, you look up at Natasha. The adrenaline begins rushing through your veins, something in your brain blares warning signs and your body readies to attempt to fight. “Excuse you?” Your tone surprises even you, sharp and mocking. 

Kate snorts as Peter tries to cough to cover up his own laughter, the ginger’s face hardens as she fully turns her body to look at you. “Kate said you had a smart mouth, but unlike her I don’t find it hot. If anything it makes me want to put a bullet through your mouth, see if you can still speak to me like that.” She twirls her knife in her hand now, watching as your muscles jump. “I’ll dumb my question down for you though, be a little more straightforward, which is obviously what you need.” 

Her tone is belittling and it should make you scared, but it just pisses you off. You can feel the anger start to course through your body, the intrusive thoughts screaming in your mind as you close your eyes trying to shut them out. You can’t fight them all, not without dying. “Well I’m not straight so it looks like I won’t be needing that.” Kate perks up at that, making Yelena and Peter laugh, but no one notices as Wanda’s eyes widen happily at the news. 

The two of you lean forward, almost like you’re daring the other to move, but a sharp snap steals the entire room's attention. Everyone’s head swings to look at Wanda, a bored expression on her face. “Y/N we have a gift for you, but I personally would like to ask a question. Are you prepared?” She barely waits for the tense nod you answer her with to continue. “We have noticed some weird things about you, a silence that seems to overtake your entire body and a sharp shot. Where did you get these abilities from?” You analyze the older brunette, trying to see through her intentions. 

The confusion on your face must be evident because she shoots you a teasing smile. Looking around the table, everyone else is watching you; waiting. “Well I guess I’ve always been a quiet person, nobody really taught me that. Outside of that I like trick shots, an old friend helped me start learning how to do some of them and I took it from there. Nothing crazy, why does that matter?” Shrugging you take a sip of water, trying to stop yourself from reaching for your hidden blades. 

It’s Kate’s bubbly voice that breaks the silence as everyone else contemplates what you said, “You’re like a shadow! O-or a whisper! You never make a sound when you move!” There’s a collective chuckle at her outburst. “Would you like to see your gift Sweets?” You can’t help the shiver that runs down your spine as the dark cobalt eyes rake over your body, swallowing thickly as you nod. 

The walk is short, mostly quiet except for Kate narrating your walking as if you were an animal being observed. Wanda steps up behind you, a surprisingly gentle hand landing on your hip. “I’ve been told you seem to like the darkside of things, and I’ve heard those pretty little thoughts in your mind.” You go to interrupt her because how can someone hear your thoughts, but her deep chuckle stops you. “Welcome to our darkside, detka. I wouldn’t scream if I was you, no one can hear you down here.” Her breath is hot on your ear as she nods to Peter to open the door. 

There in the center of the room is the asshole from your midterm, hanging by his wrists from a chain. Bloody and completely mutilated, your breath hitches when you realize that they did this. Your eyes shoot over to where Kate is bouncing on her toes, a wide demented smile on her face as she stares at the hanging body. Thoughts of Kate splashed with blood flash through your mind and it forces you to swallow down a whimper, but Wanda smirks against your hair. “I bet you would look just so pretty with Kate’s bloody hand wrapped around your throat, you just have to say yes.” 

Peter straightens up at that, staring at you. “Join us. We’ll protect you and you can live out whatever fun thoughts you have. N just struggles with newcomers, but the rest of us know you belong with us and we always get what we want.” 

The confusion you already felt just intensifies at the boy’s proposition, looking around at the rest of them. Yelena just smirks at you, shrugging nonchalantly. “You should join, you’re less annoying than Bubbles so that’ll be nice.” 

You look at the mentioned brunette, and you notice the change in her eyes again. They’re wild and completely unfocused as she stalks closer to you, causing you to back up farther into Wanda. “Stay with us Sweets, let us help you live out all your dreams.” Her voice is slow and it reminds you of molasses, too sweet just like that stupid nickname she had given you. “Be our little shadow, our quiet little thing. The whisper in all the glorious darkness.” 

Your eyes slam shut, the thoughts of knives and pain getting too loud. Your entire life you were told to shut those down, those were demons that you had to fight. They would eat you alive if you let them, you lost so much to them and you couldn’t lose anything else. Your life was finally figuring itself out. You were going to graduate and get a real job, an adult steady stable job. You weren’t going to hurt anyone and you could ignore these thoughts for as long as possible. 

You feel Wanda tense behind you, interrupting your internal panic. “Our little shadow, our little whisper.” You shake your head aggressively, trying to deny something that you could feel your entire soul being pulled towards. Hums of agreement can be heard, echoing throughout the group. 

Kate quietly chants whisper over and over again, until it literally doesn’t even sound like the same word. You feel her shaking hand land on your jaw, fingers tightening almost like a claw gripping. “whisper , whisper, whisper, whips, wisp, whips, wipsy….Wipsy. My Wipsy.” You want to give in, play to your strengths and become what they want from you but you can’t. 

You’re shaking now, rocking on the balls of your feet. Muttering the word no constantly as your entire brain feels like it’s collapsing in on itself as your entire being fights against what it wants. It’s the two sisters who step up, signaling to Wanda that maybe she should stop this. A single flash of scarlet is the last thing you register before the darkness overtakes you, and all your thoughts stop. You succumb to limbo and float there, the word Wipsy seemingly bouncing off the nonexistent walls. 

[local-ground-apple]

Hello! IDK if this has been asked, but... How would the dormitory leaders react when they and s/o got the main roles for the annual theater play? And it's romance with the kissing at the end of the play~ ❤

I can totally see Vil being so into this! Thank you for your request~~! ❤

🥀 for sure Cater will be in the first row filming the whole play and zooming on kissing scene and then sending it to literally everyone (rip Cater Diamond, you will be remembered)

🥀 Riddle simply turns into red, flustered ball on emotions. Which you think it’s kind of cute. It will take a lot of time to convince him to actually agree and prepare for the role, 

🥀 at first he’s completely against whole idea. Sure, he is flattered and proud of himself (and you) for getting a role in the annual theater play, but deep down Riddle is insecure. He’s not sure whether he can portray the character right,

🥀 oh and the mere thought of kissing you in front of whole school makes his already rosy cheeks even redder than usual,

🥀 so you two end up practising mostly the kiss, cause each time your lips linger a bit closer to his, Riddle’s cheeks flush rosy color and his whole form melts,

🥀 which you think it’s cute, but you both know that absolutely cannot happen on the stage

🥀 and yes, Cater coos how cute you both are and offers some acting tips,

🦁 the annual theater play, huh? Certainly not interested, would muttered Leona while turning on his back to continue his nap peacefully,

,,Y’know, it would be a real shame if Malleus got the role of the prince” “yhm, I don’t care” “there’s a kissing scene, y’know?” “WHAT, THIS IS MY ROLE”

🦁 absolutely doesn’t mind kissing scene, instead Leona insists on practicing it few times. To make sure it’s perfect, as he would playfully say, 

,,We can’t practice this one scene all over again. Did you even learn the script?” “We have a script?”

🦁 you and Ruggie has to literally drag his lazy ass to rehearsals, since Leona wouldn’t even bother attending them,

🦁 surprisingly, he’s amazing on the stage (when he actually puts some effort in his acting). Needless to say, he did steal the show,

🦁 how Leona managed to learn his parts and actually steal the whole show is still a mystery to you and Ruggie

🦁  little did you know, that he actually practiced in secret, without telling anyone as if he wanted to keep up his “cool aura”

🐙 wishes you all best, but he politely refuses to take part in the play. Even your pleading, puppy eyes aren’t sufficient to convince him. However, dating Azul taught you one thing – everything is possible if you know person’s deepest secrets

🐙 so you blackmailed him with slight help from Jade (Floyd won’t ever shut up about this),

🐙Azul has never ever in his octopus life felt that stunned. The way his eyes widen when you presented the conditions, was almost hilarious to you,

🐙 you enjoyed this way too much,

🐙probably one of the few who actually learned the whole script and practiced it every evening before going to bed. Once Azul sees that there’s no turning back, he will do everything to thoroughly prepare himself and steal the show,

🐙 insists on you two practicing after lessons and you happily oblige,

🐙 Azul denied the role at first, because he was simply insecure and anxious. The mere thought of kissing you in front of whole school where the eyes of every student will be all over you two, is simply paralyzing to him. Besides, he has a certain image of callous and meticulous businessman to maintain,

🐙 he will definitely get nervous few minutes before the start of the play. Azul’s heart will be racing, while he would be sweating and heavily breathing, but the moment your hands gently cup his face and your sweet words leave your lips, his body slowly begins to relax, 

,,Don’t be so anxious, we had practiced it. It’s gonna be alright” “Y/N, I think we should practice this kissing scene one more time”

🦂 when you two got main roles in the annual school musical, you both were on cloud nine. Literally. Jamil had to listen to you both fangirling over it for almost a whole night, 

🦂 Kalim is extremely, extremely, extremely excited and he’s beaming with happiness. He defintely thinks you’re both are made for the roles and he will put his heart into acting, singing and dancing, 

🦂 well, the preparations may be a tad bit sloppy, yet you both don’t complain. The evenings spent on singing nice tunes, learning lyrics together, practicing choreographies and finally acting out few scenes is very enjoyable to Kalim (and of course you), 

🦂 Kalim is rather giddy about kissing scene. Well, he certainly doesn’t mind it! No, no, he’s actually more than happy to kiss you in front of whole school. This man knows no shame, 

🦂 rehearsals are chaotic. Well, the rehearsals your duo does, at least. During practices with the rest of students and teacher, suddenly you two are dead serious and focused on getting the notes and script right, 

🦂 the duality sometimes scares Jamil, 

💜 did someone say theatre play? Main roles? And on top of it kissing scene? And the male lead is not some sexy vilian? Vil is ceratinly in,

💜 he knows exactly what he’s doing and what you’re supposed to do. After all, his acting skills are simply splendid. Vil is more than eager to help you out, 

💜 you two practice the script a LOT, acting out every single scene multiple times, just so you can ace it. He is rather strict as a partner/acting teacher, but you are aware that Vil just wants to make sure everything will be perfect and you will present yourself as best as you can,

💜 you find Vil’s advices extremely helpful and after a while you begin feel confident in your newly acquired skills, 

💜he is not nervous before kissing scene, bah, he brushes it off as if it was something normal or regular in his life. Meanwhile, you are freaking out and screaming internally, 

💜 which makes Vil amused and he may tease you a LOT, insisting to practice the kissing scene. His lips will playfully brush against yours for a brief second, before he pulls away with a smirk, while you can only pout and die from feels, 

🖤 panic mode 10000000000. Idia is absolutely terrified when you tell him the “good news”,

🖤 give him literally 5 minutes and he will have his suitcase packed, booked flight to “Nope-land” and would be on his merry way. Idia is screaming internally as that’s something definitely out of his comfort zone,

🖤 he absolutely hates speaking before a big public, yet alone acting and the mere thought of having a kissing scene with you is more than enough to give him a heart attack. He certainly doesn’t want to disappoint you, since you’re so excited to take part in school play with him, yet it’s a matter of time before Idia politely refuses,

🖤 you don’t push him though – you do respect his boundaries,

🖤 however, when Idia proposes to either clone or create a hologram of himself for the play, you are just speechless and it’s your turn to politely refuse,

🖤 as much as Idia hates the mere thought of you kissing someone else, he won’t change his mind (he may suggest Vil to play the other main character tho)

🐲 Malleus is stunned and speechless the moment you tell him that you both got the main roles,

🐲 he’s even more stunned and speechless when you shyly mutter that it will involve the kissing scene,

🐲 Malleus has never really taken part in theatre play, yet alone displayed his affection (or more like affection of his character) for you in front of such crowd. Obviously, he hesitates, but your excited tone of voice and eyes filled with pure happiness were enough to convince him,

🐲 Malleus takes his role rather seriously and he prepares himself thoroughly – he knows the whole script by heart and could describe every detail of random scene in the middle of the night,

🐲 you are definitely more nervous than Malleus before kissing scene. He seems as stoic and collected as always, while you may be screaming internally,

,,I think we should practice this scene more” “I have kissed you more than 10 times already, darling. I may start thinking that this is just a mere excuse for you to kiss me, huh?” “That’s…that’s…THAT’S certainly not true Malleus!”

🐲 guaranteed that Lilia will be in the first row with a camera, while Sebek will be taking ton of pictures (and yeah, Silver is asleep per usual). “You’re doing great, sweetie” along with “Waka-sama hype man”  will be a perfect addition to the theatre play,

[fletchphoenix]

Forget What I Said, It’s Not What I Meant

Chapter 14!!!!! I’m not gonna say much other than thank you for your support and onwards with the chapter :) Also late update because I had D&D and then had to study so sorry!

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When Varian arrived at Rapunzel’s house, everyone seemed to pick up on what happened. There were no ‘Where’s Hugo’s or ‘Why do you look so sad?’s or any questions, just everyone treating him like he was porcelain or really really delicate..it annoyed him. Sure, he didn’t want to talk about it, but tip-toeing around the subject and acting as though he’d break down in tears at even the mention of Hugo just felt demeaning. It was his decision, admittedly an incorrect once, but his decision nonetheless. He was the one who initiated the breakup, so why would he be the upset one? That wasn’t to say he wasn’t either, it’s just...agh! Feelings were confusing!

  Things didn’t change at dinner, everyone averting their eyes from him as they just sat down and proceeded to shovel food into their mouths as fast as they could, as though trying to avoid the elephant in the room - that being Hugo’s empty chair beside Varian’s. He frowned and ate as everyone avoided eye contact with him. Now this was just a joke. He wasn’t upset- He really wasn’t! Sure, he desperately wanted the other boy back and every second without him felt like agony, but hey! He wasn’t having a blatant mental breakdown at least! He desperately tried to make conversation, but everyone else seemed unbothered, just staring at their own plates, so he quickly relented with his attempts and joined in with their unspoken pack to silence.

  After the dinner was done, he sat outside on the porch with the wind slowly blowing through his hair as he shut his eyes and let himself be taken away, deep in thought. Was what he did right? Was his mother being truly honest with him? There was no way Hugo could’ve known that his...well he still didn’t even know the relationship between him and Donella, Hugo had never had the chance to tell him, had done what she did to his mother. He couldn’t have been too old when it happened either, only around five or six so it was unfair to just dump all of his baggage on him and take out all the anger. He just didn’t know if Hugo would even forgive him for how he acted out…god, he’d really messed up this time. He still couldn’t wipe the thought from his mind of how broken-hearted Hugo looked as he screamed at him in the apartment hallway, their happy photos relentlessly staring them down to mock the hurricane of negativity he’d created. He let out a sigh. Maybe he was a monster and everyone before was right..maybe he should’ve been the one to go into a coma, not his dad..maybe-

  “Hey kid, you alright?” Cass asked as she sat beside him, a frown on her face before she closed her eyes and let herself relax, Varian averting his eyes and avoiding the question. A weight on his back prompted him to look over at the woman, the hand there rubbing small, soft circles like Hugo used to. “I get it, breakups are hard. And they really do suck when you still love the person you hurt, but...I can tell this wasn’t what either of you wanted. You still love him and I can tell from every little movement you make. So talk to him. Chances are he still loves you just the same as he did before, he just doesn’t feel as though he can express it to you. You’re gonna have to be the one to tell him you still love him if that’s what you want. If he’s what you want. I love you, kid, and you love Hugo. And I sure as hell knows he loves you. Just..do what you think is right to reconcile with him, we all can’t bear to see you sad.” she finished, her eyes still shut as Varian stared at her in confusion.

  The rest of the night and the whole of Thursday, Varian had thought about what Cassandra had said, it echoing in his brain to no avail as he couldn’t stop thinking about it. Was she right about Hugo truly loving him that much? Surely he couldn’t after all the..less than desirable things he’d yelled at the other boy. Regardless, he’d brought his phone out and pressed Hugo’s contact, immediately typing before hesitating when done. He had the text typed out ‘Hey Hugo, can we meet up at two at the coffee shop? We need to talk.’ but he couldn’t bring himself to send it. It felt like when they first talked, him struggling to even send a simple ‘Hi’, but this time the stakes were higher and their whole relationship depended on it. He sighed heavily and glanced over at his cat, who was sitting in his lap, and he could swear Ruddiger gave him a slight nod. Shakily, he pressed ‘Send’ and prayed to God that Hugo didn’t hate him or ignore him. 

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  Today was Friday, and Hugo didn’t know why he’d decided to read the text Varian sent him, or agreed to meet up with the younger boy, but here he was, walking down the pitch black streets of Corona town at two in the morning with the only light emitting from his phone screen and helping guide him through the winding roads. He still wasn’t even sure why he’d even picked up his phone and read the text, let alone agreed, after he’d torn his heart in half right in front of him with seemingly no remorse, but hey, he was on his way so might as well agree. There was no backing out, not anymore. He had to face his problems head on - he was done with running from the other boy, even if he’d caused him so much heartache and trouble in the past few days which he DEFINTELY didn’t deserve whatsoever.

  He quickly made his way down the road, the uncomfortable heat and humidity of summer causing his clothes to stick to his back. It felt as gross as it sounded, him cringing at the sensation. He hated summer, he always had. Always way too warm, and the orphanage never had air con, neither did Donella’s house so he suffered this time of year with no remorse from the sun until autumn saved him from his pain. Hopefully it’ll all be worth it, he thought as he opened the doors to the place he knew oh so well, immediately strolling to their signature booth and spotting the raven haired boy already sitting there with two coffee cups: a vanilla latte and a black coffee for him, a familiar sight minus the coffee cups. “Hey, don’t I usually buy the drinks?” Hugo asked, forcing a grin on his face before taking a seat.

  Varian still looked as beautiful as the day he’d told Hugo to leave, Hugo’s eyes taking in every detail as all the memories flooded back to him and tears threatening to roll down his cheeks as he let them take down the wall he’d placed there. He missed him so much it was hard to even describe. He’d missed the freckles on his shoulders, the way he’d subconsciously cuddle closer to his boyfriend when watching a horror movie, the way that when he laughed, he’d let out little snorts...he missed all the little things, the little imperfections that he adored. However, there were more worrying aspects now that he looked closer: dark bags under his eyes, his skin unbelievably pale. It wasn’t noticeable if you hadn’t known him long, but..Hugo knew him well enough to know he was troubled. Still, Varian forced a slight smile and shuffled closer. “Yep, well I thought I’d switch it up a little being as I kinda..forced you out of your house at two in the morning. Which..brings me to why I brought you here.”

  The boy paused, a look of hesitation on his face before he bit the inside of his cheek, let out a deep sigh and proceeded. “I was wrong, Hugo. I was so so wrong to pin this all on you when you didn’t even know. I don’t want our mother’s pasts to dictate our future, because the truth is..I love you. I still love you and I never stopped. You brought..so much light into my life over the past six months and once I let it go, I couldn't focus again. You may hate me and..I don’t blame you whatsoever, but I adore you with every fibre of my being and I mean it when I tell you that. I love you, Hugo Atkinson.” He concluded, tears building in his eyes as silence followed his confession.

  Before he knew it, arms pulled him into an embrace and Hugo placed teary-eyed kisses all over his face, laughing shakily as he kept saying “I love you” over and over to the other, those three words forming a symphony that Varian knew he would never get bored of. He exchanged the kisses with gentle pecks of his own, whispering confessions to the other boy as he finally let himself admit just how much he truly missed the other’s presence in his life. But now..now he had him back and he wasn’t going to lose him.

  “I love you too, Varian. I..the past few days have been agony without you. I don’t know how I managed and-oh my god I’m so sorry for yelling at you on campus I-I should have listened to you..it wasn’t fair of me to act like that towards you when you were trying to apologise I just-I felt so alone and lost without you-”

  “Hugh..hey, look at me. I forgive you. Now..how about we get outta here and back home?” Varian asked, Hugo nodding eagerly in agreement with what he said. After all, it had been a few days since he’d been back at the apartment and, in all honesty, Varian wanted someone to cuddle with him for the night..

  The two boys stood, hand in hand, and completely discarded the two coffee cups on the table as they strolled down the street towards the apartment. It was dark, but they didn’t care, content to finally be in each other’s arms once again and happy. It was all either of them ever wanted for the agonising few days that they were apart, and now they finally had it, neither were going to let it go. Even as the uncomfortable heat pounded down on them, Hugo’s complaints just made Varian laugh and giggle even more, moving closer to the other male and squeezing his hand a little tighter. He could listen to the other complaining all day, but now wasn’t the time.

  As he’d unlocked the door to let both of them in, Hugo stood in amazement. Everything was the same, pictures still hung on the walls as they had been before, books still in the same places and his goggles still on the table in the hall where he’d left them beside the bowl they kept the keys in. He let himself adjust to the sight, though it was familiar, it still felt different despite nothing changing. Varian however paid it no mind, simply stating “What can I say? I missed your incessant use of green.” before pulling Hugo along towards their living room.

  Almost immediately as they went through the doorway to the living room, Hugo had pulled the younger boy into a passionate kiss, Varian’s hand threading his fingers through his hair gently as he took in the taste of the boy which he couldn’t quite forget, but desperately wanted to remember ever since they parted. It tasted just how he remembered - bitter like freshly ground coffee, just how he liked it. He let Hugo deepen the kiss and pin him against the painted green wall, hands roaming aimlessly over each other as they both reminded themselves of just how much they adored each other, before Hugo picked him up and carried him along the hall towards their room, Varian giggling the whole way across. 

  Hugo promptly dropped him on the bed and laid beside him, a wide smile on his face as he peppered kisses over his face and shuffled backwards slightly to allow Ruddiger to sit in between them. The cat had gotten a lot skinnier somehow, Varian had assumed Hugo was sneaking him extra snacks sometimes. Ruddiger seemed much happier to see his old rival too, purring and nuzzling his cheek as he greeted his other owner. Hugo also seemed relieved to see the proclaimed ‘fat bastard’ as he gave Ruddiger many many cuddles and an abundance of kisses to his furry forehead. Varian felt his heart fill with more and more love for the boy lying across from him, his hand slipping over his.

  “I’ve missed you both so much, I love you so much Varian.” He’d whispered to the boy, cuddling both the cat and the raven haired boy closer to his chest and placing gentle kisses to his forehead too without a care in the world before slowly kicking off his shoes and jacket before laying down again. Varian followed suit, his head now resting on his boyfriend’s shoulder and Ruddiger sitting at their feet as they cuddled even closer than before.

  Now everything was how it should be, back to normal with him in his boyfriend’s arms as they both drifted off to sleep. Just how he liked it and just how Hugo liked it, finding comfort in each other with their rekindled love. It felt right. Like the universe was back to normal.

  Varian could get used to this.

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Ducktales Reviews: Let’s Get Dangerous!

The Duck Knight Strikes Again as our Darkwing Double Feature concludes! Scrooge, the Kids and Launchpad visit the fair city of St. Canard. While Huey tries to work out how the seemingly world changing project Scrooge is financing for researcher Taurus Bulba .. um.. works, Launchpad and Dewey visit Drake, whose struggling to find any crime to actually fight, but soon finds himself tangled up in the case of a plucky young orphan, her missing grandfather and Bulba’s dark secrets and soon Darkwing and his new family find themselves the only three people standing between the world and it’s untimely end. Let’s Get Dangerous with a full review with recap and spoilers under the cut.

It’s time! I’ve been obviously, being a fan of both darkwing duck, if only finally watching it in full now, and superhero stories in general, and this show having told some REALLY good ones over the past 3 seasons including darkwing’s previous episode “The Duck Knight Returns!”, which I sadly didn’t get to in time before this episode. But this is a worthly replacement to conclude our double feature so it all works out. But yeah a big one hour special that changes the course of the season, brings Goslyn in, and brings in Darkwing’s old rogue’s gallery? Sign me up. And it’s also VERY clear that Disney has plans for a revivial/spinoff for darkwing. Besides this episode setting it up and Frank being very clear he has plenty of ideas for this big duckverse as a whole and is a massive fan of the series, there’s the fact Disney conspciously posted a trailer, 4 preview cilps (Though to their credit none really give the game away entirely and all but one take place in the first act, and the one that didn’t is so they could show off Stephanie Beatriz as Goslyn, which is fair enough). And if that werent’ enough, the killing stroke is that the episode is FREE TO WATCH on Disney Now, and likely on Youtube sometime soon given they usually do that when the make an episode readily avaliable as done with most series premires and, for some weird reason, the season 3 premire of big hero six. But wheras that’s probably just to drum up hype for an aging-ish series, this feels like a delberate move to drum up hype for the episode among both fans of the ducktales reboot and the old darkwing fanbase. The only way they could’ve been more transparent is if they put a giant sign at the end of the episode that says SPINOFF COMING SOON.. MAYBE.. DID YOU LIKE THIS? TWITTER US IF YOU LIKE THIS.. THAT’S THE RIGHT TERM RIGHT?. 

That being said I can’t blame them as Darkwing’s a beloved property, superheros are big right now thanks in large part to disney themselves with the MCU, and the fandom reactied with overwhelming praise to “The Duck Knight Returns!”, which is one of season 2′s best episodes even if the cliam that scrooge never went to the movies nor saw one on cable after 1938 is implausable at best and really dumb and I hate it at worst. I mean I get he wouldn’t love rising prises, but I seriously doubt Della wouldn’t have dragged him to one at some point or that someone wouldn’t of tried to get him to invest in theirs long before boorswan. It just dosen’t fit the character and it was dumb.. it’s also unrelated to this episode but I had pent up rage from preparing to review that episode and I might as well get it out of the way now. Point is this episode has a lot riding on it and had all the hype. So did it live up to it? Let’s take a look. 

We open in St. Canard, former wretched hive of scum and villiany and soon to be home to the second John Oliver Memorial Sewage Plant. Launchpad’s narrating and nearly getting everyone killed in a car accident as Scrooge argues with Bradford over the project Scrooge is on his way to see.. with the boys in two naturally. And since eveyrone else is missing and I had fun with it last time i’m assuming Webby is with Violet helping Lena with her burdgoening superhero career and trying to ask her out,  Beakly is tending to the house ,  Della and Penny are working out and trying not to admit there’s clear sexual tension and Donald is once again in the Pantry because he never learns. HE NEVER LEARNS. 

Anyways we learn their going to visit Tarus Bulba, in this continuity a famous and well loved scientist who I’m sure defintely won’t turn out to still be evil... yeshewillletsmoveon. Huey and Louie are excited about it because of Huey’s well established love of science and Louie smelling the money in a big inavation with Scrooge likely smelling both. As for Launchpad and Dewey their going to check in on Drake, whose living here now: Launchpad because he’s his best budy and possibly future boyfriend and Dewey because he needs more hits for his channel as he’s finally taken Dewey Dew Night to the masses. Bout time. Now he just needs a streaming deal. Make it happen Disney, D+ needs some animated series of it’s own. They also do a naturally terrible job of keeping the fact h’es a superhero a secret. We also breifly see drake doing a superhero dive before also comically tripping up and getting injured off screen. Cue.. Darkwing Colored ducktales logo as we don’t have time for the theme this week! And given this episode is an hour long that’s saying something.  Anyways Scrooge and the boys sans dewey head to meet Bulba whose a charming, gregarious man who quickly hugs the boys, puts them on his shoulders and snaps a selfie with the group. And he’s also familiar with the boys: Huey for wining the junior woodchuck science award and Louie for Louie Inc which ended before it’s time.. on public record. He’s a fan of both. And even given later reveals this seems genuine which I did not expect it to end up being anything resembling that. But we’ll get more into Bulba’s character when the time is right for now he shows off his invention: The Ramrod! While it shares the same name as Doctor Waddlemeyer’s device from the original, and as we’ll soon learn he made this one too, instead of a gravity device it instead can make ANYTHING you ask for, with Taruus wisely using Haggis to demonstrate. Huey however can’t help but wonder how it does what it does as surely what it makes has to come from somewhere though Louie tries to shut him up as he dosen’t want him to look a gifthorse in the mouth. I mean Horace gets self concious about it.  Meanwhile Launchpad and Dewey meet up with Drake at the reboot version of Darkwing Tower, where he’s set up nicely: Multiple costumes, gadgets, including arrows with his face on them, and the ratcatcher in all it’s glory. Seriously I do love motorcycles even if I’m terrified of riding one. It’s part of why yugioh 5d’s holds a special place in my heart despite card games on motorcylces being patently nuts.. but it’s in the best way possible. As for how Drake got this sweet setup turns out  Launchpad introduced him to Fenton who designed all his gadgets and presumibly his HQ as well as his snarky crime detecting and st.canard monitoring computer, W.A.N.D.A. Naturally he also is unaware he’s gizmoduck and freely shit talks gizmoduck again, though apparently Fenton does too. Granted Fenton could just be doing it to awkardly agree but it’s just as likely fenton uses it as an excuse to vent about his superhero alter ego, as we’ve seen that while Fenton loves being Gizmoduck he also resents it at time for keepiing him from doing science and getting glory just for punching people. But I love this dynamic, as Fenton’s just too nice for the old “they both hate each other and want the glory” dynamic to work, so Fenton untetionally pissing DW off as Gizmo but secretly supporting him as Darkwing is great and I can’t wait to see where this goes.  Before we get back to the main plot, and there is a LOT of it to get to, I just wanted to point out that Dewey seems an awful lot like drake.. i’m not saying he’s the boys father and Della simply didn’t knoow who it was mama mia style nor did she, in her more selfish form of 11 years ago want to know.. but that’s exactly what i’m saying. THanks to whoever sent me that theory, it got more fire this week.  Back on the actual plot turns out Darkwing dosen’t really have any foes to fight as while St. Canard has a reputation as a crime hole, Zan Owlson has taken over as mayor and cleaned it up. I assume in part because Glomgold seems to have no idea where she went and thus hasn’t done some elaborate scheme to show how much better off he is/kill scrooge mcduck. I mean let’s face it it always involves killing scrooge mcduck. His charitable contributions involve killing scrooge mcduck, his team ups with scrooge involve killing scrooge mcduck, his breakfast cereal came with a free knife and a map to scrooge’s house. Though I do defintely want to see Darkwing vs glomgold. I mean he’s not DW”s normal type of supervillian but still, tell me you wouldn’t see that.. and if your serious there’s the door. 

Anyways despite having no crime to fight and trying to bluff past it despite WANDA trying her best not to help his case, DW goes out on patrol with his boys anyway.. and procedes to just pose for several hours before trying to stop what turns out to be two guys moving furniture and being force to admit he’s not in a great place. He just wanted to fight crime and inspire people the same way Jim inspiried him.. before he you know went insane, tried to murder Drake and everyone on a film set then seemingly died but is now presumibly still in duckberg’s sewers.. or just as likely hiding in glomgold’s house hider in the house style.

And yes that’s a real movie in which a real gary busey lives in the walls of someone’s house. And funner fact it’s on amazon prime and I was unaware of this or I would’ve watched it sooner and will be as soon as this reivew’s finished. Possibly while this review is going on I dunno. Point is your lives are richer and we might have another possible spinoff/gay love story for Disney. Just saying Disney. 

Point is Drake is breaking down, but thankfully he landed in the right alleway as a small figure is breaking into the mcduck industirie’s st.canard branch, i.e. where Bulba is. Also I gotta admit while McDuck industries having a branch in St. Canard wasn’t a huge stretch, it was set up all the way in the pilot meaning Frank had the backdoor to set up an episode here since day one, along with every other major location really. Nicely done. 

Darkwing follows her and confronts her, stopping the seeming intruder from stealing the key to the ramrod device and finding out she’s a.. little girl? It’s goslyn everybody!

.... I .. why was this under clap. I mean it’s a very good message with a very nice garfiled head but i jus... what. 

Okay that’s better. Thank you Genie and thank you ghost of robin williams.. I miss you man. She escapes, though sans key and security storms in, with Drake looking guilty. After some banter with Scrooge who fails to recognize him which would be funny if it wasn’t utterly nonsencial. And utterly nonseical can be funny it just comes off less as “haha scrooge still dosen’t remeber him” and more “Wait you seriously don’t remember the guy who was crucial to one of your plans during the moonvasion and who got beat up on your behalf.. I expect better from you. “ Scrooge just dosen’t seem like the type to forget someone helping him in such a big way. He can be stubborn, stingy and selfish, but he’s not that forgetful. 

However Bulba enters, says he knows exactly who he is.. and we cut to a press confrence where Bulba is lauding him for stopping a dangerous intruder. Presumibly he vouched for Darkwing since he knew about Goslyn and it was an easy way to cover up her involvment and it’s probably not the first time she’s tried this. He’s awarded the key to the city by Mayor Owlson who, while not wanting more costumed vigilatnes, is happy to reward someone doing the right thing. And I .. love this. I was worried she’d be your standard I don’t like superheroes type mayor, the kind gotham keeps getting with predectable results despite you know, the bat family being vital for gotham not becoming more of a hellscape. Instead Mayor Owlson is grateful, respectful and only reasonably dosent want St Canard overun with heroes it dosen’t need.. yet. She may want to use the proper channels but she’s not going to try and run someone out of town or grumble out of them for trying to help her city. She gets it.  Meanwhile Huey’s hat explodes with with notes and what not, to Louie’s annoyance, though my boy’s excuse is utterly hilarious “It’s dewey’s hat”... boy still cannot lie. Louie is of course annoyed at him wanting to know how it works and possibly runining his dreams, but Huey is rightly concerned that he has no idea just how the Ramrod works or what powers it or what prinicpals it runs on. And it makes sense: Besides Huey always wanting to know how things work being his deal at this late point in the series there have been quite a few times, both involving huey and not involving him where something seeming to be too good to be true in fact was and had some dark secret behind it. Counting them off:

The House of the Lucky Gander: A seemingly swanky casino with the best water show ever turned out to be mostly an illusion created by a luck vampire. 

The Infernal Internship of Mark Beaks: Beloved tech icon Mark turned out to be the con artist we all know and love as well as the jackass we also know and tolerate. 

Beware the BUDDY System: Beaks new driving robot turned out to be stolen bulb tech that Beaks hadn’t bothered to fix properly. I know Huey wasn’t there for that one but still. 

Day of the Only Child: Again Huey wasn’t involved but probably heard about it later but since Louie WAS, he should know better. Louie befriends rich kid Doofus Drake only to end up nearly kidnapped because he’s creepy as shit. 

Who Is Gizmoduck?!: While Huey wasn’t the target here, he and Fenton are close friends at this point and he was direclty involved. Beaks trying to sponsor Fenton turned out to be a scheme to steal the Gizmoduck Armor. 

The Town Where Everyone Was Nice: A seemingly central american town having a friendly festival turns out to be a carnverous plant monster that wanted to eat them. 

The Dangerous Chemistry of Gandra Dee!: Fenton’s seemingly nice date turned out to be an industrial spy for .. Mark Beaks. Seriously he seems to love this type of scheme. Mark Beaks alone is reason for Huey not to take Bulba at face value. 

A Night On Kilmotor Hill: The kids being able to go into their dreams ends in Magica stalking and nearly taking back Lena. 

Quack Pack: A wacky sitcom wish nearly gets everyone eaten by horrifying versions of humans. 

The Lost Harp of Mrivana: While the Mirmaids werne’t responsible for the dark secret this time, their society was built on the philosphy of a man who turns into a giant sea monster and nearly lead them all to the same fate. 

The Trickining: A lost horde of candy ends up being a trap by a bunch of monsters to steal candy that nearly got them all eaten and hurt Huey’s feelings. 

The Forbidden Fountain of the Foreverglades: A two-fer as the resort their at steals youtha nd the fountain of youth they went to find turns out to need to drain it from someone first. 

And Louie was present for 9 of these! And the only one around for one of them! That’s what makes this frustrating: Huey and Dewey have grown, but Louie instead of learning from his mistakes, blindly trusts something too good to be true despite the fact he has a running tally of when that’s happened!  I get he’s lazy and dosen’t want this to turn out to be too good to betrue, but he’s too smart for him not to see the red flags or see that Huey’s not “ruining this for them” but has been through this enough, mostly with mark beaks or people around him, to see a pattern. It’s frustrating when Louie was given a whole season arc, and didn’t seem to have any of it stick despite you know nearly murdering his family and nearly getting murdered by a zombie. The show is better than that and knows it’s better than that and it’s one of the weaker points of the episode. 

Back to the stronger stuff though, it’s time for the moment you’ve been waiting for IT’S DEWEY DEW-NITE WITH DARKWING DUCK! I figured after the preview clips this was the one Frank had been hinting at all season and it’s finally here! Dewey, now fully on team darkwing, interviews the terror that flaps in the night.. and has a picture of him just coming out of the shower for some reason.. okay are Launchpad and Drake already together and no one told us? Whatever the case, Darkwing’s first big interview is interupted by Gosalyn. As for how she found them, she followed a combination of the resedue from his smoke bombs and Dewey’s livestream that’s been going on this whole time. As his attempts to hide Drake’s identnity and really this entire show up to this point has shown subtley is not Dewey’s strong suit. 

Gos, after snooping around a bit and even letting out a “Keen Gear!” for old time’s sake, and finding Drake’s lunch box and first darkness poster, reveals she came for help since she figures DW owes her one for last night.. or earlier tonight. The timescale in this special is really hard to figure out and only gets worse.  Gosalyn fills in her side of the story and why she broke into two places in the span of 24 hours. Turns out the Ramrod was in part created by Gosalyn’s grandpa, who was working under Bulba on the project. But one day Dr. Waddlemeyer found out the Ramrod was critically unstable and went to warn Bulba.. and never came back. Gosalyn wants to find him, and wants to DW to punch Bulba into telling her where he is. DW.. naturally does not and raises valid concerns: He’s an upstanding citzen whose offered his full support, has done nothing wrong in the public eye, and is nothing but nice to everyone and Gosalyn.. is a kid whose clearly in mourning, broke into two places, and has no evidence to back her up. He wants to help but he simply can’t and Gosalyn prepares to storm off herself.  However in a VERY nice moment, Dewey goes to her and offers to help, as obviously missing parents are a big button for him and he appricated the fact he had someone when he needed to look into his own missing parent and wants to be Gosalyn’s webby.. his exact touching words. It’s a nice call back that really ties Dewey into this story well: He has a solid motive besides crimefighting stuff to help here. Granted Gosalyn’s confused as she hasn’t met webby, yet, and Dewey’s puns don’t help, but as Dewey explains his Dewey puns to her and his name, Launchpad talks to Drake and encourages him to help her. Drake is in fact reluctant like Gosalyn thought for his image but also because as mentioned Bulba seems to belive in him And that’s. understandable. Since starting out, he’s had no crime to fight, no villians to vanquish and only one person acknowledge his work and existance and that person is standing right there. Bulba is the first person besides Launchpad to not only enourage his Darkwing Duties, but to honor that and got him cleared of possible tresspassing charges, a key to the city and an interview on the hottest show on the internet. This risks all of it. But Launchpad makes a good point.. that he needs to help those who can’t help themselves and while he dosen’t have to fight bulba, he can at least look into him. A look at his dented lunchbox reminds Drake that his best friend/future husband is right, and that he became darkwing to protect people like he used to be.. to help the helpless.. and Gosalyn is helpless right now.. plenty capable, but someone who clearly can’t do this alone. So the four take off in the ratcatcher.

The four sneak into Bulba’s office and root around, but end up having to hide when Taurus comes in, with DW hiding in his massive filing cabinet that resembles Darkwing’s own from the original series, that was retired since by now computers have made that kind of thing obsolete. Still it’s a nice nod. Turns out Huey is confronting Bulba as he genuinely dosen’t know how it works and Bulba is annoyed at all his questions. Really Terry there’s an easy way to fix that. 

But instead Scrooge comes in and while Terry TRIES to use him to brush off Huey.. Scrooge dosen’t bite and has learned to take Huey’s inquires seriously. And it’s something I didn’t notice about the series but love dearly now i’ve realized it with this bit: The Adults almost always take the kids concerns into considration and when they are brushed off it’s more due to personal issues, like scrooge’s pride, than because their kids. And given just how many hundred series have had the adults just brush off the kids issues like nothing, it’s REALLY refreshing that even reckless adults like Launchpad usually listen and that the kids competence isn’t entirely ignored just because of age. 

Bulba brushes them off by giving them the map to the ramrod.. speficially extensive notes on it that they have to carry out as a team. He then adresses Darkwing as he somehow knew he was there but again, is more than happy to help him with any investigation.. and it just so happens evidence Gosalyn was at least telling the truth on some level flies out of Bulba’s files as it shows a picture of him happily playing with Gosalyn and Dr. Waddlemeyer. 

Darkwing asks if he knows them and surprisingly Bulba is completely upfront about it or at least his version of events: Waddlemeyer was his best friend his close partner until one night he ran in raving about a problem with the ramrod and in trying to fix it, it backfired and then he was gone. Gos takes this well.. and tackles Bulba while calling him a liar and pockets the key toossing it to dewey as the two soon run from a pissed off Bulba. While Launchpad tackles Bulba away from the kids, Gosalyn TRIES to trigger the ramrod only for Darkwing to stop her. “I’m Sorry Kid but this isn’t going to bring your grandfather back” it’s then the entire episode is turned on it’s head. While, unfortunatley, the trailer gave away other dimensions would be involved, it didn’t however set this up “He’s not dead, he’s in another dimension!”

Yeah while it makes perfect sense in hindsight I dind’t see him being ALIVE ever being a thing, so well played frank.  Back with the rest of the family, Huey, Louie and Scrooge are diving around a stack of papers and Louie is sitll being a little shit, and not in the fun way in the “well not everything’s a missing mystery blah blah blah”... when you .. you learned tolerance for your brother two episodes ago. Thankfully this ends here..mostly because Huey ends up being right as Louie mentioning the misssing mysterys gives Huey his eurkea moment. Turns out the Ramrod uses one of them, Solego’s Circuit. Solego, based on the chaos god from the disney afternoon crossover something I missed on first watch, was in this universe a mad thinker who belived in the old theory that fiction is just a mirror to another universe and everything is real and found a way to open portals to other worlds. Problem was his methods were unstable, and could destroy the world, and likely the universe, if used repeadtly. Wuh-Oh

Back at the Ramrod, Bulba has launchpad on him, while Darkwing aand Gosalyn discuss things and come to the obvious conclusion: If Dr. Waddlemeyer was caught in a ramrod explosion then he’s likely out there somewhere and Darkwing clearly wants to help. Bulba TRIES playing diplomat again and mentoning that even if he’s out there the trillions of dimensions out in the multiverse mean he may be nigh impossible to find.. and the ramrod’s too unstable for that. This however finally backfires on him as Bulba had previously said it was perfectly stable, and has now fully confirmed gosalyn’s side of the story.. and since it is stable, if he’s not lying that is, then that means they can find Dr. Waddlemeyer and get the full truth.  Naturally at this point Bulba finally stops playing nice and knocks both over and triggers the ramrod which is now very clearly unstable from use and prepares to throw both into another dimension, also confirming that what happened to her grandfather was no accident. Thankfully Dewey arrives in the nick of time with a well place smokebomb and bulba gets hit with lightning from the machine giving him a scar and cleaving one of his horns. While Gos is able to escape thanks to launchpad it dosen’t last long and Bulba confronts her.. but soon makes the classic mistake of saying no one can save you now.  Cue Darkwing with the classic terror that flaps in the night speech. And unlike the original darkwing’s fights with Bulba, this fight is entirely in darkwing’s favor, as in a thrilling fight Darkwing beats the crap out of them then escapes Bulba’s fist , the only blow the man gets in this time. While Bulba still is a legit threat, he can’t match Drake’s speed or misdirection skills. However when trying to get the key, which Bulba grabbed earlier in the scene, Goslayn falls and Darkwing goes to save her. And while our heroes celebrate for a second with launchpad joining them.. Bulba has escaped AND still has the ramrod key. Uh-Oh

Bulba is of course activating the ramrod with SCrooge and the boys telling him to stop.. it’s too dangerous... but Bulba decides to get dangerous and pissed at darkwing, unleahses the fearsome four! Cue act break. We’ll be right back. Let’s have an intermission shall we. 

Okay break’s over. St. Canard isn’t doing great as the fearsome four have locked down the city, with Gizmoduck barely holding his own against bushroot and unable to get past, and thus meaning implicitly no one else from duckberg can either and with scrooge and the boys missing, Mayor Owlson calls on darkwing to save them, again giving her more points in my book as she rightly figures the guy dressed up as the hero from the tv show and playing him for reasl is the best person to face four villians from a 90′s tv show suddenly out and about and holding her city hostage. 

But Drake is spiraling a bit as these are super villians with super powers. This dosen’t quite work for me as A) He’s a super fan and thus should know their weaknesses and B) What.. what did he expect. Even the vast majority of Batman’s Rogues Gallery is super powered. But it’s a quick speed bump, understandable as Drake probably didn’t grasp the very real reality of fighting super crime. We also get to see all 4 classic DW Badguys int heir glory, and beating up bonkers, who apparently exists in this universe which is more suprising than it should be. HOwever Darkwing, ends up accidently coming up with a plan: capture one of them, get them to let them into bulba’s heavily foretfied lab turned lair, and use the ramrod to send them home and find dr. waddlemeyer. Easy. Well okay not so much as the two argue over Gosalyn coming along but Launchpad’s experince has taught him kids are the best adventuerers at all and they just need to be an adventure family. Gosalyn’s dewey, Darkwing’s launchpad and Launchpad’s the uncle.. not quite the right congifuration but his heart’s in the right place.. even if Gos refuses a family since she still has one.. even if you know she can always add the two of them in. Eh semantics point is WANDA found Quackerjack and Goslyn rightly points out they can handle just one villian. So they head out. Also during the scene Fenton tried to contact them but Darkwing semeingly brushed him off.. we’ll get to that later. As the camera closes in on Scrooge and the boys being seen as missing we find the boys at least as Bulba throws them in jail. Scrooge is still missing, though we’ll find out where he is soon enough. Bulba returns to his office to find Bradford. Unsuprisingly finding the circuit wasn’t an accident and Bulba was working out the circuit for F.O.W.L. this whole time. However Bradford also isn’t remotley happy about how big and bombastic things are getting. After all his modeus operandi is stealthy and quite not you know hyjacking an entire city with an unstable super science device and 4 villians from an old cartoon show. Bulba points out hey he wanted the world, this is the way to do it and when Bradford continues to push back against him Bulba rants: he’s just like scrooge or the waddlemeyers or darkwing no vision. Bradford may not see fowl as supervillians, which no dude you are just because you don’t operate in the open dosen’t make you not supervillians. one of you wears a hood for fucks sake. Supervillians don’t have to wear costumes just ask the kingpin.. or his lookalike bulba who has his newfound minons take out bradford and throws him in with the kids. Yeah maybe.. don’t downtalk the well intentioned madman. This is why you haven’t taken the world yet. But with both his bosses gone Bulba feels they need a big splash and takes Liquidator’s suggestion of killing darkwing duck, and sends everyone’s faviorite dog shaped liquid pitchman to bring him to Bulba. Side note I watched a few episodes to see if the series gets darkwing’s villians  down.. what changed. and .. yeah it ended up being irrlevant as while the four do get to show their stuff and liquidator, my faviorite so far and sadly the most underused, relaly gets time to shine, they aren’t really that diffrent. Except for bushroot who weirdly only uses godzilla noises now. Thanks I hate it. Otherwise though it’s pretty accurate to the series and hopefully wtih a reboot we’ll get full on reboot versions of all four. 

Meanwhile Team Darkwing stakes out quackerjack, with Darkwing still unsure of what to do, and Launchpad having brought snacks like a good uncle. Yeah while he did immitate scrooge for a second it’s clear he’s taking after donald. Awwwwwww. The two then procede to think over one of quackerjacks episodes and while gos goes to find him, they sing the theme song. Great. They do end up finding him.. and as in the episode it’s inside a giant mech.. that probably wasn’t cgi in the show.. or maybe it was but god it’d be awesomely horendous.. somebody make that. They narrowly escape him.. but run into liquidator instead. Wuh-Oh.  Meanwhile, literally as these bits are intercut but it was just easier to do it this way, Bradford is thrown in his cell and the kids are curious why he’s here, with Huey assuming he’s getting money and the kids breaking out with Bradford forced to follow, though caling Heron for an evac. Dewey actually has a plan: Since he knows Darkwing an Gosalyn won’t stop till they get to the ramrod, they simply need to find the ramrod and wait for them to show up and offer a way out, though Bushroot bars the way. Thankfully Dewey knows who he is as Launchpad naturally made him watch a LOT of darkwing duck but hey it came in handy and gives him something to bond with his birth dad over so that’s a bonus. 

The three make their way through, with Dewey singing the darkwing theme song.. and naturally being the one to trip the vines. our heroes make it out alive but bradford  is pisseeeeedddddddddd. And in his rage accidently says maybe a bit too much after dewey incorrectly assumes he’s never felt this alive in years. 

“I’ve never been closer to death thanks to your foolhardy adventuring! If you didn’t meddle with forces you didn’t understand Magica De Spell wouldn’t have broken the bin, the moon never would’ve invaded earth and all of reality wouldn’t be in jeopardy! SOMEONE HAS TO PUT AN END TO THIS!” Yeah this speech .. is damn good hence me quoting it in full and Mark Evan Jackson really sells it. While granted we knew this was what started FOWL trying to elimiate the ducks, that’s how we found out FOWL existed still after all at the end of last season, here it becomes clear that despite Bradford saying it’s just buisness and seemingly being business minded.. this is PERSONAL. He genuinely seems to hate the ducks and their adventuers and the damage they cause and seems to blame them and soley them for everything that goes wrong.

And I was going to say “Well he’s not entirley wrong” as their adventures have had consequences.. but as I looked through the episodes.. I realized I was wrong. Out of 60 episodes so far, the ducks actions have only threanted duckberg or Scrooge’s buisness a handful and most of those are Louie. They are :

Louie misusing little bulb in the great dime chase wrecking parts of the bin

The beanstalk incident from Jaw$, which Scrooge was called out on in the public. 

Gizmoducks messy bank robbery prevention in who is gizmoduck, easily outweighed by everything since. 

Destroying an underwater research station in the depths of cousin fethry which was in part due to natural wildlife. 

Scrooge’s flu and stubborness tanking stocks in “The 87 cent solution” not to mention destroying property. While yes Scrooge was being played by glomgold his own stubborness and the kids refusal to call beakly lead to it playing out longer than it should have. 

Ruined an expensive movie production (Which is partly Jim’s fault, but scrooge still didn’t get intolved at any point or have anyone more experinced oversee boreswan or even ever contact jim about a cameo. )

Louie nearly destroying time itself in timephoon.

Della giving the moonlanders the blueprints for the spear

And as you can tell almost all of them aside from louie’s two incdients involve some form of extenuating circumstances. While Chaos has insued it’s never been intentional and always been cleaned up. Even the invasion, as close a call as that was, was solved BY the family and their allies.. and glomgold, but hey sometimes you need an x factor.  Most of the duck’s actions have only backfired on themselves of people nowhere near duckberg or scrooge’s intrests and most villians gunning for them would regardless if scrooge was active or not: Glomgold hates scrooge for entirely personal reasons, Magica was locked up for good reason and while she got out due to the family’s rift, she would’ve done what she did with the bin regardless, the beagles just want their land back even if Scrooge rightfully owns it, Beaks maniuplated fenton to get the armor and now goes after him out of jealousy, and Lunaris was already going after earth Della just sped it up and did so in good faith entirely unaware he was a invader. These nuts would be gunning for scrooge anyway, and while some of it’s due to his life as an adventuerer, said life was started before Bradford was born. Scrooge isn’t responsible for guys coming after him any more than batman, or spide-rman. Sure a hero being around gives them reason to keep trying but it also means there’s someone to STOP them.  And more importantly, as I always intended to prove, their adventures have done more good than harm: Beisdes the obvious mending and extending of their family, with Donald and Scrooge patching things up and Beakly, Launchpad and especially webby being warmly welcomed in and Della finally finding a way home, not to mention their various allies, over the last 60 episodes our heroes have, and yes another list and a long one so buckle up. In chrnological order:

Brought clean, limitless water to duckberg, if through scrooge’s water company. 

Defeated a luck vampire that was kidnapping innocent people (Okay Gladstone’s probably mildly incident but even he didn’t deserve that) and likely left him unable to continue his scheme. 

Freed a lost and enslaved Egyptian civlization from a tyrant and brought them quite literally into light.. and gave them burritos. 

Defeated Zeus.. not really a huge change for humanity but given what a dick he is I’m counting it. 

Through Gyro’s invetion of the gizmotech armor and Fenton’s use of it, gave duckberg a superhero whose since cleaned up crime, keeps the city safe while scrooge isn’t around and is beloved by the city. 

Stopped a known super spy.. who works for Bradford but still. 

Defeated Magica, saved the entire city, and depowered her all in one day and all together.

Found an entirely new and giant species of plankton and gave their cousin a purpose

Destroyed an evil plant monster that had likely eaten dozens before that. 

Helped a man find his family’s treasured lamp

Opened a museum wing to share Scrooge’s various treasures with the world. 

Hundreds of years ago stopped a robber baron from bleeding a town dry. 

Donald selflessly possibly sacrificing himself in a dangerous rocket to try and get home to warn earth and his family of the coming invasion. 

Taught Lena how to love herself, got her to turn against magica, and then with Violet’s help Webby helped her return to life, and find a home where she’s actually loved and wanted and finally happy and free. 

Stopped beaks rampage.. granted it was with stolen gizmotech, but he still stole it int he first place. 

Gave the Drakes an adopted son who genuinely loves them and sucessfuly gave them finacial freedom from their cruel, sociopathic biological son. 

Stopped an army of scrooge’s greatest foes from stealing his company. 

Formed a resistance against the moonlander invasion, stopping it eventually with glomgold and the cousins help. 

After that stopping Lunaris backup plan to destroy the earth itself along with his own people. 

As a result of all of this, despite the invasion, introducing a new population of happy, repentant for their invasion of the world aliens into duckberg who have been loyal and hardworking. 

If unknowingly stopping Fowl’s own agent from killing everyone in duckberg. 

Saving a lost society of mermaids and helping them start over

Sucessfully saving a charity gala from hyjackers. 

Helping Daisy start the career she wants. 

Saving BOYD from being hyjacked by dr akita

Saving all of Tokyok from Akita’s plans for boyd.

Finally letting BOYD be his own boy and break free from his past. 

Defeating team Ragnarok and saving the earth from the end of days. 

Defeating the phantom blot while unlocking Lena’s powers, both saving an innocent child from death and giving duckberg protection from Magica once and for all. 

Helping penny adjust to earth giving Duckberg another defender besides Gizmoduck and the clan mcduck. 

Stopping ponce de leon from draining the youth from anyone else and restoring all his victims. 

So yeah five times the number of bad things they’ve done or money they’ve lost. For all the chaos it causes the ducks have changed so many lives and not just their own for the better. And I think that’s the problem: Bradford only sees thing in the terms of possesion in money, and helping people gets him NONE of that. To him all of this is just more risks to the world and his control of it. To him Scrooge has near complete control of duckberg, thousands of buisnesses, the potetial to grip the world.. and he uses it to seemingly endanger it and better lives instead of his own. I mean he has enriched his own but still. Bradford simply CAN’T see past himself or his own saftey and greed to see any benifit for anyone else. ONly himself and with scrooge gone the world is his, the world is safe, and the world is better. In other words.. he’s who scrooge ALMOST became, minus the effort to get things himself. A bitter old man who cares only about himself and his possesions and wants nothing else. We’ve seen it here and we’ve seen it in the life and times: Without his family scrooge grows cold and alone.. and without anyone to really care about Bradford is what he’d become.  He’sd also forced to eat his transmitter after blaming his outburst on his lack of medication. Wah Wah. 

Back at Darkwing Tower, after what feels like 80 years, our heroes squabble a bit as Gosalyn wants to run off after another villian to get to her grandpa while Darkwing wants them to get some rest while he takes care of some buisness> Gosalyn balks at this, all but shouts YOUR NOT MY REAL DAD! and then runs off to the overlook of hte tower. While Darkwing takes a call with Fenton at long last, Launchpad goes to comfort the girl. She admits straight up she was a bit hard on the guy she’s just desperate to find him. And it turns out darkwing as over hte last.. few nights? Wait....

I’m genuinely confused as the time skip at the end of act one indicated a day at most yet i’ts apparently been several and drake’s been loosing sleep over it? And even WITH the lockdown the rest of the duck family hasn’t barged in? I mean yes the four are keeping the gates shut but even with fenton trying, I highly doubt della has the patience to wait while her kids and baiscally dad are in serious danger, and they still have the cloudslayer/sunchaser and while yes bushroots pplans could stretch up it’s as simple as della flying up and then landing somewhere. I don’t think mayor owlson would complain TOO much about property damage and while scrooge would grumble he’d pay for it. Point is the timescale here is confusingingly worded. At most i’d say a day has passed and darkwing hasn’t slept since last night, as that makes more sense than “Whelp I guess our famiy’s been missing for days nothing weird about that. As I said the timescale for this episode is really weird and one of it’s few problems, the other being, now we’ve met them might as well get out of the way, how throwaway darkwing’s foes feel. They all, minus mega volt, get a moment to shine but they all feel like interchangable goons. Like any of them could’ve done any of their scens just swap out the gimmick. I do get this episode has a LOTTTTTT going on at once, so I get any character bits with them probably got shoved out and odds are we’ll get “real world” throughly updated versions next time, it just feels weird to make such a big deal and bring the fearsome foursome in and not either give them a bigger roll or have them stick around for the future, though as I said frank will probably remake them from the ground up for the reboot with new origins and what not, and some might intentional take after them like drake did with tv darkwing, so fair enough, just felt it was a bit of a waste but I understand it given the sheer amount of stuff to fit into a 45 minute special. 

Back on the actual plot though Darkwing’s been up all night conversing with Fenton trying to find dr. waddlemeyer. And Fenton sadly has no good news: Not only does the Ramrod have only one shot left in it before it breaks reality, but even if that gives them one shot to find Dr. Waddlemeyer.. there are trilions of universes out there. The odds of finding it before reality goes bye bye are slim to none. But Darkwing refuses to give up as he refuses to let Gosalyn down. It shows that despite his earlier fear.. Drake is a damn good person and wants to make up for not beliving in gosalyn, to help her anyway he can no matter what it takes. Gosalyn realizes she’s been kind of a dick and helps darkwing and herself get some sleep, and in a reversal of the scene from Darkly Dawns the duck, hums little girl blue to him. Awwww.. my heart.. it’s too full!. 

Back at the tower, the boys and bradford find the ramrod and bradford grumbles as he finds where scrooge is: trapped in the ORIGINAL ducktales reality, though using the remastered proportions and blue eyes. It’s a good gag especially since Bulba specifically trapped him in this scene. 

Beautiful. Bradford wonders how the hell he’s going to cover this up.. and Huey overhears him, having already been suspcious because while good at running a massive shadowy conspiracy, he didn’t you know, tell heron to keep it down on the transponder as the boys were around and her continuned interputions and his outburst earlier made Huey suspcious. Before Bradford can cover he starts coughing (With Dewey’s pricless injection of “Oh no we killed him!”) and coughs up the transmitter.. with Heron inconvently pointing out he’s fowl high command. He’s the bad guy.. from the kids point of view at least. But Bradford just chucks them into the 87 dimension where they stare blankly at scroog’es rampage. So now it’s all down to team darkwing.  Speaking of which their all asleep but Wanda wakes darkwing up and in another ddtd parallel, he leaves to take care of this himself, if without Gosalyn waking up this time. His reason is simple though: The ramrod has fired up and this is their only shot at getting her grandpa back. So Darkwing strolls in.. and once Bulba and the fearsome four marvel at his directness, Bulba sends them to knock his brains out and drag him in. Thankfully Gosalyn and Launchpad wakeup and while Gosalyn is mad for a second, she sees him getting drug in and finally realizes just charging in isn’t going to do it. .and since Launchpad knows DW like the back of his hand, he gets them in by dressing them up as Jumbalya Jake and the Bugmaster. I’ve heard of both though why the hell Frank chose Jumbalya jake over .. ANYONE else, is beyond me. Bugmaster is fairly popular, Jumbalya Jake.. is basically a less intresting fuzzy lumpkins. Regradsleess it works and our heroes make their way inside. 

Bulba is preparing to his big hyjack the airways villian speech, contacting the leaders of the world.. and killing darkwing, whose none to happy about it to show their serious with an ultimatium: either let him use the ramrod to change the world for hte better or else. And this seems a good as time as any to talk about Bulba.. whose utterly EXCELLENT in the reboot. And I loved the original but instead of just being a super comptietn villian bulba is instead a well meaning one. While he embraces the supervillian lifestyle and flunkies and flamboyance, he’s also just trying to remake the world, to make it BETTER than it was beofre, to end hunger, no traffic acidents. It dosen’t make him a good person, much like magneto or disney’s own toffee, the ends do not jusify the means and he’s likely going to destroy reality in the process, and it’s clear his own arrogance is at much at play as his desire to do goo dand anyone with valid concerns is just a doubting asshole. He’s a compelling villian and James Monroe englehart REALLY fucking brings it, creating a villian with style, a mission and competence galor. He’s really damn good and easily tops the original which is not easy at all, but props to frank for doing it. 

But before he can get started, Gosalyn throws the smoke bombs down all around and does Darkwing’s terror that flaps in the night bit for him, and the distractoin allows DW to escape and kick bulba in the face. A HELL of a fight insues. That’s one of the best things this series does is fight corpegraphy as while battles aren’t in EVERY episode, whent hey do happen their spectacular as Darkwing and Launchpad take on the fearsome four in one hell of a beautiful sequence. Darkwing and Launchpad plan to take the four on while Gosalyn gets to the ramrod. Gosalyn understandably questions how an actor and a launchpad are going to take on four villians with the two piping in that bushroot really isn’t na villian which .. I mean he KINDA is but the symapthetic kind that would probably give it up eventually but fair enough. I still like that nod even if this version is less adorakable traumatized plant and more...

Still Goslyn realises their power! THeir nerds! And with the power of fanboyness, and taking a few hits and refrencing the just us justice ducks episode I haven’t seen yet, their triumphant. Singed but triumphant. 

Meanwhile Gos continues to try and find her grampapapapapapapappapappaaaaaaaa while Bulba engages Darkwing and Launchpad. Jokes on him their already engaged to each other! She fails to find him but does find the ducks, who wonder what quackaroonie means and why their heads were round.

As the Ramrod rips a massive hole in time and space that threatens to suck everyone in. While Dewey encourages Gosalyn to keep going Huey tells her to stop... which.. Huey you lost your parent too, end of the world or not you can phrase it better. Otherwise top notch youv’e been the best this episode. And in one of the best scnees of the episode Gosalyn realizes what she has to do and despite Bulba tempting her with another relality she ddosen’t even consider it.. she shoots the ramrod with her crosbow, destroying it, with the final portal taking the fearsome four .. somewhere. I dunno? Cleavland..antis? I’m sure their fine. Bulba is knocked out though, and Gosalyn slowly weeps while her new dad consoles her. It’s a touching scene.

Thattt’s soon interupted with one last bit of unfished buisness as Huey suddenly realizes OH CRAP BRADFORD”S MISSING. They find him heading off in a marked FOWL helicopter, which Bradford points out the stupidity of but with Scrooge now having concrete visual evidence his head investor is running one of the oldest and deadliest spy agencies in the world, and their gunning for him decides to give a big of a gloat and tells Scrooge his adventure fantasy is ending while Scrooge remarks their world got a lot more dangerous. And yeah.. while I doubt Bradford will still brook over the top villiany, he now no longer has to hide his agents from scrooge or dance his operation around him and likely has enough embezlled funds to keep fowl going long enough to take out scrooge.  And yeah before we get to the end, thank god as while I love this review it’s been one of the longest writing experiments of my life., let’s talk about the FOWL overarching Plot and the interlocked missing mysteries subplot. The progress up till now has.. not really been great. Understandable but wheras season 2 had way too much plot this season took until thsi episode for the plot to really kick in. It’s been aggrivating and both fowl agents after you only crash twice .. really had nothing to do with them in their missions, with both only really using their resources. However.. as slow as it’s been, I will give credit in two places: 1, htis was likely done to get plots out of the way that were lighter and less tied into things, with only two exceptions in the next 6 episodes judging from the just released synposis for novemeber. And 2) the fowl episodes that WERE there set things up brillinatly. You Only Crash Twice set up heron’s lack of stealth and overt villianly, so her calling bradford a ton and bringing a marked helicopter did’t come out of nowhere, while last week’s episode hinted at the fact that FOWL somehow has acess to their own copy of finch’s diary or an equivleant. While we don’t know all the details. This episode also got the plot into overdrive by fleshing out bradford anymore, adding into his lack of liiking cartoon supervilliany by giving him a well and true hatred for scroooge and co. It’s not just the risk, he truly hates their lifestyle and LOATHES all of them and wants them gone.. and now he’s getting his chance. Overall it hasn’t been a bad plot and I get why it’s mostly in the back, but it still could’ve used some build up. But they worked well with what they had. I will also say the focus on Huey is ramping up with the last batch of episodes, so this really has turned out to be his season afterall. Good.  So we wrap our story back at Darkwing Tower as Gosalyn bemoans the fact her grandpa is gone. But Drake, for the first time this episode in his civies, softly encourages her to, much like him at her age, get back up again. She got blown up, buffeted around and lost a lot. but they WILL find him. Afterall Drake has a scientest friend who knwos another scientest, and until then.. she can be his crime fighting partner/implicit daughter. So Gosalyn, after so much rejection of it finally accepts her new family while Launchpad runs in to join them with dewey’s blessing. He’s not leaving the show ind, he’s just going to spend days in duckberg, nights in saint canard and sleep on the drive over, to Drake’s pitch perfect “What the actual shit bud” face. Gosalyn is happy, ,and Wanda has a crime for them to chase and our hapy family , back after way too long, heads off into the night to get dangerous. Wheew. 

Final Thoughts: God damn this was a long one. I mean it was an hour long but god damn I had a lot to say. But it was a good one. Minor flaws aside, a second watch showed off the pacing, great jokes, amazing emotoinal core, perfomances and plot progression. Unlike the Duck Knight returns the episode wisely ballances darkwing with the boys and scrooge, and interweaves them beautiful as well as finding a credible way for them to find out about FOWL. The game has changed.  I also saved the best for last as Stephanie Beatriz was fucking amazing as Gosalyn. While i’ve always loved her, she’s nice, bi and utterly fantastic on brooklyn nine nine why wouldn’t I?, and was excited I was both suprised by how diffrnet her gos voice is from her regular one, though shouldn’t have been as her rosa voice is also vastly diffrent.. seriously stephanie do more voice work your great at it, and Gos was rebooted well, sanding a bit of her hellion streak off while still feeling like the character and instead of just ignoring her grandpa’s death after one episode, making it inot a major part of her character arc here and likely in the future. It’s damn good stuff. The special really overall gets the spirit fo darkwing while making something, new , fresh and bold out of it and easily holds it’s own among the other specials. Nothing much else to say that hasn’t been said, this special was utterly amazing, go watch it. 

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Pedestal ch.4

Ethan stood at the nurses station, discussing a patient notes with another Attending regarding the next step in their care plan that would be beneficial in getting them cured and discharged from Edenbrook. He had officially asked Lorelei out on a date two weeks ago, although the date did not end up lasting awfully long, only getting as far as the carpark outside Donahues before taking her home:

“so, what movie are we watching?” he asked genuinely, as he placed some popcorn into the microwave and poured wine into two glasses. When no he received no answer, he glanced around the living area “Lorelei?” he called out sceptically, beginning to investigate the rest of his apartment.

What he was not expecting to find, however, was her already in his bed dressed in nothing but her lingerie, looking at him, her bottom lip bitten between her teeth “did you bring the popcorn?” she asked.

“Fuck the popcorn” was all he said before slamming the bedroom door shut and descending onto the bed.

Ever since he found the confidence and got over being the jackass that he was being, to ask her out, he found her infiltrating every space of his mind, often absentmindedly fiddling when he was meant to be focusing. They had managed and so far, been successful, in keeping their relationship private, and Lorelei assured him that only Sienna knew. They were smart, being very mindful of their interactions, with only fleeting looks and the occasional peck on the cheek on the way past each other in an empty corridor, and he really hoped they could keep it that way.

He was attempting his hardest to listen to the Attending in front of him, but found his vision often flicking over their shoulder and further down the corridor, noticing Lorelei standing with two other doctors, Trihn and Lahela – of course Lahela, always fucking Lahela. He watched her as Bryce said something and she threw her head back and laughed. Her laugh was so loud, hearty, and boisterous and while it didn’t at all match what you would expect her laugh to sound like, it suited her flamboyant and carefree personality, and just the sound of it elated him, as he softly smiled, a small chuckle escaping him.

“Great, well thanks for that Dr Ramsey, I’ll be sure to pass the information along to ensure we get the patient up and, on their way” the Attending smiled at him invitingly, packing up her files and  attempting to regain his focus.

His vision blurred Lorelei out as his attention snapped back to the Attending, granting his face to feign a false smile when he embarrassingly realised he had tuned out from the conversation entirely, “you’re welcome Dr Connolly, keep me updated…”

“Please, call me Elise” she smiled sweetly, her body language changing drastically as she shifted the weight on her feet to angle herself toward him, closing the gap “that tie suits you” she touched it gently before looking back up at him continuing “I was wondering if maybe you’d like to go for a drink after work?”.

“Oh” he began, his rational mind finally coming to the party as he nervously glanced at her. Sure, she was attractive, and in another life, he might have considered it. But not now, and probably not ever, since Lorelei steam rolled her way into his life and he certainly had no intention of changing that “I’m flattered, Dr Connolly” he emphasised, wanting to keep it professional “but I’m spoken for” he smiled at her apologetically.

“Oh! Well that’s certainly news! Forgive me, just the last I heard you and Dr Emery had-“

“Oh, it’s not Dr Emery!” he said hurriedly, putting his guard up once more, he had already said too much.

When Elise realised she would not be getting any more information from him or that drink, she smiled and pulled her shoulders back confidently “well then” she replied “whoever she is, she’s a lucky woman. Thank you for being honest with me�� before smiling at him and bidding him farewell.

He breathed out a large sigh of relief, thankful she didn’t ask too many questions and make this situation any harder than it was. He ran his hand through his hair before packing up his files in preparation to leave, when he hazarded a fleeting glance back down the corridor to see if Lorelei was still there, though it appeared she had already left.

A pang of disappointment shot through his body, before he quickly tried to dismiss it, picking up his files, he headed towards the elevators, past where she had just been standing, when his pager went off

“Consult needed, room 913 – Delarosa” he read, before stuffing the pager in his pocket and picking up his pace. Before he could even push the button on the elevator, he heard a cough and glanced around curiously, he had assumed he was alone.

“So…” he heard Lorelei’s voice and turned to find her lent up against a wall down a side corridor “What did Dr Connolly want? She sure looked cosy” she continued nonchalantly, picking at her nails, and trying to remain impartial with her voice and face.

Ethan’s face softened into a small smile that crinkled at his eyes, glancing down the corridor to ensure they were still alone, he approached her “Jealous, are we?” he asked incredulously, eyebrow arching at the refreshing change and role reversal.

“No” shrugged Lorelei, still not meeting his eyes “just curious”

“Well, if you must know, she asked me out for drinks after work” he informed her, watching her face intently and slightly amused when her eyes snapped up possessively as she pushed herself off the wall.

“Oh…well… have fun” she offered, hurt evident in her voice as she attempted to make her way around him, he quickly shifted and blocked her way with his body

“There’s no need to be jealous.” he assured her, voice soft and genuine

“I’m not jealous” she scoffed, face screwing up with disapproval.

“Seems that way. What were you laughing about with Bryce?” he asked

“why were you watching me?”

“why were you watching me?” he shot back instantly

Lorelei considered her next words carefully, although he had offered to at least try to make ‘them’ work, her mind was always clouded with the potential doubt that he would leave the moment things got too much, just like he always did.

“I…” she stammered, kicking at the ground with the toe of her shoe. Ethan reached down and cupped her chin, pulling her face up and making her look at him

“You can talk me” he nodded encouragingly at her, the age gap and emotional maturity obvious.

“I don’t want to share you…” she admitted, voice small “And I know we agreed we weren’t going to be public or even exclusive but I just thoug-“

“we never said anything about not being exclusive…” he chimed in softly, Lorelei’s stomach flipped as she looked up at him, hope flooding her eyes “and for the record… I told her I wasn’t interested” he smiled “I informed her there’s somebody else anyway, although I don’t know how smart that was, the whole hospital will know by noon” he sighed and rolled his eyes, chuckling lowly before continuing “I assumed that that somebody in question was my girlfriend but she seems to think that we aren’t exclusive so I suppose I could always go back and find Elise, take her up on the offer” he looked away from Lorelei’s face around the corner before looking back, a small smirk playing on his lips.

They eyes never leaving one another’s, neither wanting to surrender, as Lorelei grabbed him by his tie and dragged him into the adjacent medical supply closet, closing the door and locking it behind them.

“What on earth do you think you’re doing” he scowled, unimpressed at the random action, Lorelei ignoring him and as she pushed him against the back of the now locked door and reached up to his neck, dragging his head down to meet her lips in a deep and sensual kiss which quickly turned steamy and desperate. Before Ethan could register what was happening, Lorelei had begun undoing his tie in an attempt to remove it “stop… mph” silenced with another of her chaste kisses “Lorelei stop” he said breathlessly as she yanked the tie from his neck and disposed of it on the ground, the top button of his shirt popping off with it as they both stopped to listen to the noise of it bouncing along the floor

“oops…” Lorelei giggled mischievously, biting her lip and looking up at Ethan innocently, before resuming their kiss

Ethan soon found his hands caressing up her thighs and underneath her skirt, toying with the top of her gartered stockings before making his ascent further up, caressing the tops of her thighs as he lost himself in her scent and heady kisses “Jesus Christ” he spoke breathlessly as Lorelei planted kisses along his jaw and neck that rendered him functionless.

Ethan’s mind was going wild, he had never in his entire career considered doing anything like this especially not in a supply closet and DEFINTELY not in his workplace. It went against everything he stood for and yet, he had no intention of stopping her.

Lorelei continued to pepper kisses in the sections she knew sent him wild, as she began pulling his tucked in shirt out from his belt and running her hands along the bare skin of his chest and back down again,

“so, you’re saying that you’re my boyfriend now?” she whispered in his ear as she skimmed her fingers along his pant line, eliciting a shiver from him.

“I’ll be anything you want me to be, Lorelei, just never be threatened by another woman” he replied breathlessly. Unable to handle it any longer, he pushed her off of him and spun her around, pinning her against the door and swapping their positions “you never have to be jealous because it will only ever be you” he growled in her ear, her skirt hitching up as he forced her legs open with his and moved into the newly freed space.

Their kisses intensified, losing themselves in each other and in the moment. Lorelei smirked up at him before attempting to unbuckle his belt, when he became acutely aware of what exactly was happening, and his rational mind once again came to join the party. Before he could change his mind, his hands rushed to hers and stopped them, pulling them up and kissing her knuckles

“stop…” he gestured softly to her, desire flamed in his eyes but nevertheless, his strong will prevailed “not here, we can’t let our guard down. I’m sorry” he apologised as he continued kissing her hands, eyes filled with disappointment before he pushed himself away from her.

“Don’t be sorry, probably not a bad idea” she laugh breathlessly as she fixed her clothes. As she stood and regrouped her hair, she glanced down and noticed his discarded tie still on the ground a wicked thought entered her mind. She bent down to collect it and stood in front of Ethan, watching as he tucked his shirt back into his pants and rebuckled his belt, toying with the material of his shirt that was now missing a button and absently held his hand out for his tie. He looked up at her expectantly when he didn’t receive it, hand still held out, when he saw the mischievous glint she got all to often in her eye.

“Lorelei…” he warned, face hardening with concern as he watched her inch towards the door, unlocking it and slowly turning the handle “Lorelei Stannaway… don’t you dare do what I think you’re about to do, give my tie back” he gestured desperately , fear starting to inch into his face. Lorelei bit her lip before stuffing the tie into her pocket, whipping the door open and slipping unnoticed into the now busy corridor

“Lorelei!” he hissed, to no avail. She was gone “fffffff” he quietly vented “shit!” he surrendered to the situation, standing in the middle of the closet defeatedly, before fixing his hair and attempting to exit the closet without gaining attention.

It had been twenty minutes since he received the page for the consult he was requested for, as he hurriedly entered the patients room, face flushed, although he was unsure if it was from heat or from embarrassment. He was greeted by Ines, two interns and Elise who were now eyeing him disapprovingly at his lack of punctuality. Elise’s eyes narrowed suspiciously at him as she lingered on the now missing tie, broken button and the somewhat dishevelled appearance that now consumed a usually pristine Dr Ethan Ramsey.

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[tardisbluewritesstuff]

Trapped (Sherlock x Reader)

Summary: You and Sherlock always had a rocky relationship. It's not until the both of you getting trapped by the suspect in Sherlock's most recent case where you two have to use teamwork to survive.

You woke up in a large concrete room of some kind. Your head throbbed and you slowly sat up, trying to recollect what happened. You thought you were alone until you hear "About time you woke up" A familiar voice sounded. Sherlock sat right across from you.

"Of all people to be trapped in a dingy room with, why you?" You groaned.

"Nice to see you too" He retorted sarcastically.

The room had a few chairs, dim lights and a bunk bed. You sighed, slowly getting to your feet. You looked around for any potential exits to find none.

"Don't bother, I already checked for exits. Whoever this person is, clearly wants us to die here. The vents are two narrow to actually try to escape. If we want to escape and tell the tale, we are going to have to work together" Sherlock spoke in his calm manner.

You scoffed "And since when have we ever cooperated together? Every time I have tried, it never works. But when we are in a drastic, life-threatening situation; you now want to work together? You are defintely unbelieveable" he shrugged "Hey, if you want to die here from being an idiot, be my guest Y/N. However, I prefer to escape in one piece" He replied, standing.

"I for once agree with you there" You nodded in agreement. He walked toward you and touched your shoulders gently. You gave him a suspecting look as he leans in close "I'm sorry in advance for what I'm about to do" he whispered. You really now give him a questioning look and before you know it, he uses your knife and promptly stabs you in your side.

You cry out in pain, sliding down against the wall. "I. Am. Going. To. Kill. You" You gritted through your teeth. He gives you a pleading look as he bangs on the door, worsening your headache "HELP! HELP! I NEED A DOCTOR!" He exclaimed as a guard opened the door.

"My friend, S-She tried to kill me f-for getting her in this mess. Please. I did it in self-defense. Just help her" The guard went over to you and examined you. As he was about to assist you, he was knocked out. Sherlock took the keys and helped you up gently "We don't have much time before he wakes up, let's go. Again, sorry I stabbed you" he apologized. You nodded as alarms went off "...Sherlock" you said in a worried tone.

He took your hand and started running with you being dragged beside him. Guards from most sides started chasing you. The doors to the exit were starting to shut as your vision blurred. The adrenaline, although present; was starting to wear off. The loss of some blood as well added to the affect. You kept running as far as your legs could take you. Sherlock pulled you through one of the doors at one of the last seconds.

You leaned against the wall, trying to catch your breath. You both were safe; for now. Your knees eventually buckled and you fell on to the floor, taking in heavy breaths. It took everything you had not to pass out.

"Are you alright?" He asked in a soft tone. You replied with a nod. He got a bit closer to you "Can you walk?"

You attempt to do so, however, you buckle again and he catches you "I'll take that as a no. Lestrade should be here any minute. Just sit and relax. You're going to be ok"

Your vision fades to black. You wake up in a hospitial room an indeterminate amount of time later. Your head was foggy and you felt like you got run over by a semi-truck. You looked around as you tried sitting up, only to discover to have intense pain afterwards. Defeated, you lay back down as Sherlock enters the room.

"How do you feel?" He asks curiously.

"Like lead. Why should that matter? I'm still going to kill you though" you glared. He gives a confused look before realizing what you meant "It saved our lives though"

"You still don't just stab people you idiotic sociopath" you sighed.

"A High Functioning one thank you" he tried to correct.

"More like dysfunctioning to me" You hoarsely laughed "But I never got to thank you. I have no idea what I'd do if it weren't for your quick thinking" you added with a smile. He gave a nod in reply.

"Well Y/N, get well. We got another case soon. Don't want you to miss it" he winked.

"Really taking advantage of John not being around huh?" You asked with a smirked.

"Oh absolutely. Get well soon Y/N. I'll see you around" He said before leaving you in the hospitial room.

[glittergirl7474]

marauders headcanons (wolfstar included)

first year on the train sirius cautiously enters a compartment to find james potter sat in there

he joins him and they get to talking

“you’re a black?!”

sirius’ heart sinking

“you’re not like i expected you to be”

sirius just grinning so much

peter finds them and he also joins them

“tell us about muggle things”

and then

smol nervous boi, wearing clothes that are too big stumbles in and asks to sit down but immediately apologises

sirius smiling softly and patting the seat next to him

remus is so elated but tries not to get his hopes up

that’s their compartment

so remus, peter and james are data tvyhe gryffindor table (they’ve just been sorted) and sirius’ is called up

it’s dead silent for a good two minutes

“gryffindor!”

murmuring and gasps of shock from all the students

then there’s a cheer from the gryffindor table

james has stood on the table and is cheering for sirius

everyone else begins to clap and cheer

the others being worried when remus leaves to ‘see his mother’ every month

remus always makes sure his scars are covered

he struggles at meals because the serving plates are silver

sirius figures it out first (in second year)

he gets worried about remus so he starts searching up his symptoms

he then realises he’s mostly sick around the full moon and it hits him

he immediately tells james and then feels shit because ‘i’ve betrayed remus’

they tell peter and then plan to tell remus they know

“we know you’re a werewolf”

remus just starts sobbing

“i’m a monster”

the others telling him that they’re not afraid of him

“you fold your socks”

they start coming to see him in the hospital wing every month

they have to bargain there way past madame pomfrey every time

they take turns to make notes for remus when he misses class because they know he gets stressed if he missed any work

remus being so fucking grateful for his best friends

sirius thinks he’s so clever when he comes up with moony

it catches on straight away

they all refer to him as “our moony” when talking about him

in fifth year mcgonagall teaches a lesson on animagi and james, peter and sirius just look at each other

they’re doing this

remus finds out and he’s mad because “it’s illegal”

“moony we know, but we care about you more than the stupid law”

he’s touched really

sirius changes first

remus nearly died after a full moon and sirius is distraught

it takes im a second to realise he’s changed

he changes back and runs into the dorm

“watch!”

and he turns into a dog and remus hugs the life out of this dog

once james and peter have changed sirius declares that they need nicknames like moony’s

they joke about calling peter wormtail but it sticks

“your antlers look long prongs”

remus comes up with oadfoot

once they’re animagi they go out with him every month

the next day they’re all almost falling asleep in class but it’s worth it

as soon as it’s lunch they go to the hospital wing

at the end of the school day they go back and stay with remus until curfew

when sirius has nightmares remus is usually the one to calm him down and vice versa

some days sirius can’t get out of bed (depression you know?)

remus completely understands and just sits with him

james neve shuts up about lily

like ever

wolfstar get together in fifth year

the boys are already animagi but they have detention on a full moon

they’re all upset but sirius is heartbroken

he skips lessons the next day to go and see remus

remus nearly died

when he wakes up sirius confesses that he loves him

remus just kisses sirius there and then

“i love you too padfoot”

james and peter being so happy for them because “you’ve been in love for years”

sirius thinks he’s punk rock

peter and remus take james and sirius to muggle shops

as soon as sirius sees the leather jacket he has his heart set on it

he puts it on straight away

peter and remus have to explain EVERYTHING

remus finds it adorable when sirius remembers things he’s told him

they start making the marauders map in fourth year

once they’re animagi they make sure you can’t see animagi on the map if they’re in animal form

“just in case someone manages to get into it”

they’re so proud of themselves when they’re done

lily finally agrees to go out with james in fifth year

it starts as a date to higsmeade but then they’re in love

the boys always pulling pranks

mcgonnagall defintely turns a blind eye

“hey minnie”

sirius calls dumbledore “dumbles” and manages to get away with it

remus and sirius plan so many cute dates

they will happily just sit with each other in silence

they carve their initials into their bedposts before they leave and put a charm on it so it can’t be removed

sirius and remus also carve ‘moony and padfoot’ into the back of one of the drawers in their dresser

obviously it’s inside of a heart

sirius and remus move in together once they leave hogwarts

they always visit lily and james

there’s so much love between all four marauders

[nervousfoxboy]

write world’s ‘huge list of vices’

List your muse’s vice and a small explanation of how the vice fits them.

Tagged by: @rosemarygrayson

Tagging: @kitsuningtonshippouknockoff and anyone else who wants to

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Cowardice / Fearfulness: This is perhaps the biggest one for Ren, and pretty self-explanatory. He’s very driven by fear and self-preservation. Sometimes it’s to an extent he kind of hates himself for it, but there you are.

Anger / Hysteria / Wrath / Wildness / Rage / Erratic / Moodiness: This one is probably pretty obvious too, but Ren can snap, and when he does, it’s in a big way.

To be fair, a lot of the big examples of this are the result of trauma and maladaptive coping mechanisms; this erratic nature can and often does more often manifest as going from happily talking about something he likes to shutting himself down really fast. The latter was always there, but it was exacerbated immensely by his time with Strade.

Deceitfulness / Dishonesty / Falseness / Untrustworthiness: This is a tricky one, because I’m not fully confident it belongs on here as a vice. Ren defintely was dishonest/deceitful/what have you when he drugged Lawrence’s drink, and told MC he was going to help them before slapping that collar on, but generally speaking, it’s not something I think applies. Ren is not usually a great liar, and very much wears his hear on his sleeve. It’s part of the reason Strade liked him so much.

Disloyalty / Faithlessness: He let Strade die. As I’ve said before, I think this was a combination of factors that lead to an exception rather than a rule for his general personality and values, but it’s still there. It’s still a big part of who he is now.

Impatience: While he is quite patient compared to Strade, I think we can agree Ren’s approach was a little rushed with MC all around.

Doubt: There are a handful of examples of this in canon, from him questioning whether or not MC really loves him (he’s very openly insecure about that and will not always believe you depending on the circumstance) to actually being surprised when his captive “agrees” to suck his dick. He was absolutely in a position of power there, and some part of him still didn’t expect things to go his way. A big part of this is becasue things just don’t tend to in his life, and after Strade, he’s particularly uncertain about being the one in charge. 

No really, think about it, a lot of that paranoia has some foundation. The girl who agreed to go on a date with him was probably just doing it to not have to say no, and ended up standing him up anyway. He met a nice guy at the bar instead, but that nice guy turned out to be Strade. Lawrence said he wanted to be friends, but probably was super uncooperative just because he was being held against his will, how rude. 

Basically, he’s not used to being given the time of day without an ulterior motive, and as much as he wants to believe otherwise, part of him nags at Ren to consider past experiences.

Incompetence: “Sure, I’ll get you a knife for your steak!”, “I have no idea how this works!”

Perversion: I mean...he’s a bit of a pervert all around.   Melancholic: He’s a sad boy who has been through a lot, and sometimes it gets him down.

Resentfulness / Vengeful: AKA about 50% of what killed Strade

Secrecy: Ren’s got a lot of skeletons in his closet and a particularly prominent one in his basement.

Cruelty / Spite / Malice: He’s a little sadistic in the right situations, even with people who don’t necessary deserve it. I mean he really got into it shocking MC, and once he got em into the basement, he got a little too excited with that nail gun. I have no doubt that this has a lot to do with his time spent living with Strade, but it’s still there. 

Weakness: This is defined as a “lack of strength, power, or determination”, and for Ren that goes hand in hand with the cowardice/fearfulness  when it does apply. Though he is, arguably, very strong in other ways, both mental and physical. Intemperance / Lust: This one is specific to when he goes into heat.

[90sgrungewriter]

9. Untitled - Eddie Vedder

Status: Unedited

The following afternoon came very slowly. Work, as well, went by pretty slow. There weren't many customers for a Saturday morning, so you mostly just doodled your whole shift. Once one o'clock hit, you were on your way home. Eddie wouldn't be over till two, so it gave you time to change from your work clothes and make yourself look half decent.

Time went on, you dressed in a pair of dark jeans, and a dark grey long sleeve shirt. As you finished running the comb through your short hair, you heard a light knock at your door. Your heart rate sped up for a few seconds, feelings of anxiousness filled your chest. It was only Eddie, but you didn't know exactly what his intentions were. But you kept reminding yourself that, it was just Eddie. Sweet, humble, kind, Eddie.  Grasping yourself out of your daze, you made your way over to the door, and took a deep breath before opening it.

Eddie wore a loose fitting brown t-shirt, dark denim jeans and a his signature black boots. He sport a shy smile on his lips, eyes gazing into yours. You smiled and shifted over, allowing him into your home.

"How was work?" He spoke kindly, you could tell he was a bit nervous though.

"It was alright, not many customers so just doodled in my sketchbook for most of the time." You grinned sheepishly. He nodded his head.

"Well, sounds like it could be alot worse." he said, and you definitely agreed. You had some pretty wack days at work sometimes.

He took of his jacket off and set it gently on the chair, before turning to you. You gestured for him to take a seat on the couch, and he did. You sat down beside him, turning on your TV.

"I'm taking you somewhere" he spoke quietly, turning to you and you took notice of how close you were. "but not till later..." his tone was mischevious. You cocked a brow.

"You made plans without me?" You teased. He grinned and nodded.

"Where are we going then?" You continued.

"Well...you'll see. When we get there." That little bastard. But, you secretly somewhat...liked surprises, so you just quietly agreed and went on looking for a channel.

"Alrighty, then."

The two of you spent the next couple of hours goofing around, making fun of lame TV shows, you showed him you recent doodles from work that he asked to see. As time went by, you were basically in a full blown game of pictionary. Eddie had some pretty interesting drawing skills, you could definitely say. He seemed to be genuinely enjoying himself and it made you happy. Like he no longer felt like the new guy. He fit in well with everyone, and was drastically becoming more and more comfortable.

Once five o'clock hit, you were both laughing so hard you were in tears. His stick figures were awesome. He put his pen and paper down on the table in front of him and straightened up.

"So you gonna tell me where we're going yet?" You took a sip of the water that was on the table to your right.

Eddie turned to glance at the clock. "Nope. You'll see when we get there." He winked. You sighed, rolling your eyes.

"Alright, I'm trusting you here." You teased, getting up and cleaning up the junk.

"We can head out now though, if you want." You nodded your head, kind of excited for wherever he was taking you.

"Are you hungry? I was thinking we could grab a bite to eat, first."

"Yeah, I really am now that I think of it." You giggled, shrugging on your leather jacket.

"Good, I've got a cool place in mind." He grinned, opening the door and gesturing to you first. Such a gentleman.

"Lead the way, Vedder."

Eddie drove the way through Seattle (still using Jeff's truck), taking you to a part of the City you never really go, so wherever he was taking you, you sure as hell had no idea.

After a few more minutes of driving, he pulled the truck into a half empty parking lot of a restaurant you had never heard of before. Before you could even untie your seatbelt, Eddie was out of the car and by the passenger door, opening if for you. Your cheeks turned rosy, as you thanked him and stepped down. He smiled cutely and nodded his head.

"What is this place? I’ve ever heard of it, so how do you know about it?" You wondered, curiously.

"Uh, just heard around from some people they have a great fire oven pizzas." He laughed, shoving his hands in his pockets.

"Well, I do love me some pizza!" You thanked the heavens he hadn't taken you anywhere fancy. You weren't good with that kind of shit. Hell, he probably wasn't either.

The restaurant was actually pretty nice, not too fancy but it didn't look like anything fast food that was for sure. More of a resto-bar type atmosphere. It was pretty cool.

The host quickly sat you in a booth by a window, giving you a view of the  seattle streets. It wasn’t raining, and it wasn’t too cold either, it was a nice evening. Eddie was looking around the restaurant, as he had never actually been here before.

"Good choice, I like it." You smiled. When his eyes locked with yours, he smiled.

"I'm glad." Then, the waiter came to introduce himself and get our drinks started. Looking through the drink menu, you spoke first. For the both of you.

"Bottle of your finest Merlot, please." You put the menu back down on the table. He nodded, with a smile and stated he would be back in a few.

"You're getting to know me pretty well, huh." He twiddled his fingers, traces of a smile play on his lips.

"I guess so." You winked this time. Hah, see how you like it, Vedder.

"You could have gotten yourself a beer, you know." 

"I like my wine once in a while. What more perfect time then now?"

"I guess you're right." He grinned.

After a few more minutes, the waiter returned with a nice big green bottle of the delicious red liquid, and two glasses.

"I'll give you's a few more minutes with the menus." He said, and walked away. You hadn't even looked at the menu yet anyway, you were too caught up in how cute Eddie was looking. He looked kind of... nice? You didn't mean that in a rude way, just he wasn't dressed the way he normally would be. Instead of his usual shorts and wacky t-shirt or flannel, he wore a pair of dark denim jeans, a black t shirt and a brown blazer. His hair looked more taim than normally and you couldn't help but blush thinking about it. He wanted to look nice for this....your heart was melting. Looking up from his menu he noticed you were staring at him. He quirked an eyebrow.

"You look handsome tonight, Ed." You might as well just say whatever was on your mind at this point. You were starting to get past the awkward stage now.

"Thanks. You too." You giggled, and he shook his head laughing "I mean pretty... uh- beautiful. You look beautiful." He took a sip of his wine to probably just shut himself up and you laughed some more. You seemed to be laughing a lot with him and it made you happy. Maybe this could actually be something, someday.

"Not that you don't always look beautiful." He mumbled. You were going to be putty on the ground by the end of the night if this is how it was going to go. Before you had the chance to say anything, the waiter came back, ready to take your orders.

Eddie decided on the buffalo mozerella, tomato sauce and fresh basil, while you took a chance with the roasted seasonal mushrooms and truffle cheese. Handing him back the menus, you and Eddie talked about quite a few things, politics, music, society. It was never a dull conversation and he was a pretty smart guy. It was nice.

You were about half of the wine bottle in when the food arrived. The two of you dug in, and you had to say it was one of the best pizzas you had ever tasted. You were really having a good time with Eddie, and things were going great. You wondered where he was taking you after this though. To be honest, you would be happy doing absolutely anything as long as it was with him. After finishing your food, there was a good quarter of the bottle left. You knew by the end of it, you would start feeling a bit of the effects from the alcohol. But it defintely wouldn't get you hammered.

You two took your time, still making interesting conversation till the wine was all gone. You had been in the restaurant for almost two hours. It was neering 7 when the waiter came to hand the bill. Within no time, Eddie had his wallet out of his pocket and was paying the man his cash. You stared at him, and he knew it too. Little fucker.

"Why couldn't we split? You suck, Vedder." He opened the door of the restaurant for you and the two of you made your way to the truck.

"Haha, because I asked you on this date, not the other way around. So, its only fair I pay. Right?" You rolled your eyes, and made the annoying talking gesture with your hand. He laughed and to make you stop he grabbed your hand, bringing it back down to your side. But as he went to pull his hand away, you decided to make a bold move and lace your fingers with his. He didn't pull away, just went on, a small smile appearing for a few moments.

"Well, I guess so. Thanks for dinner, then. It was delicious." You smiled, you had reached the truck. With his free hand he opened the truck door and helped you up and in the passenger seat. You never let go until you actually needed to. He shut the door and made his way to the drivers side. You placed a hand on your full tummy, and sighed.

"I'm so full, that was really fucking good." He spoke, as he looked down to see your hand placed where it was. You laughed, and agreed with him.

"So where to now, pretty boy?" You joked as you pulled out of the parking lot and onto the quiet street.

"You'll see, my dear, all in time." He tried not to laugh, but you didn't stop yourself.

You drove for a good while, a bit less than a half hour, and we were heading to the outskirts of town. Countryside, where the hell was he taking you?

"I hope you're not going to murder me and dump my corpse out here." You joked, and he laughed.

"No, I swear its not what it looks like." He stole a glance at you before returning his eyes to the road ahead. You trusted him, so you weren't worried. It was getting dark out, and the full moon was shining bright in the sky.

You drove for about another 15 minutes before he pulled in to a parking lot for the...beach? You looked around the lot and there were no other cars. The reflection of the moon shone off the water and it was a beautiful sight. There were so many stars it was breathtaking. You had nearly forgotten how beautiful the world was when outside the city.

"The stars and the moon...holy shit. Its gorgeous." You spoke, grabbing his arm and gripping onto it.

"Well, I remembered you telling me about your love for camping when you were a kid, so I figured maybe we could relive some of those moments. Together." He smiled. You were so in awe that he actually thought all this out and it was for you. No one had ever done anything like this for you before. You really didn't know what to say. He finished parking the car and shut the engine off, turning to you.

"Well, lets go!" You both stepped out of the car, you thanked the heavens it wasn't terribly cold out, and your jacket would keep you warm.

"I got some extra layers in the back in case you get chilly." You walked over to to the back of the truck where he stood, holding a couple of sweaters and hats. You giggled and nodded, deciding to trade your jacket in for an oversized dark green hoodie. It looked familiar, but you couldn't remember which of the boys it belonged to. At this point, they all shared fucking everything anyway.

Eddie led you to a spot closer to the shore, where there was plenty of firewood. You rose an eyebrow in question.

"I came here earlier today to set some things up." He smiled shyley, his hands behind his back.

"Eddie...this is the coolest thing anyone has ever done for me. Seriously, I can't express how much of a good fucking time I’m having. Thank you." You held your gaze with his for a few moments and if he was closer to you, you probably would have kissed him right then and there.

No, that was a lie you would probably chicken out. Just then, Eddie spoke.

"Crap, I forgot the blankets in the truck. I'll be right back!" Before you could even blink he was running back to the car. You giggled and turned back to the firewood, deciding to get the fire going.

The wood was placed in a medium sized pile, and there were stacks of newspaper to the left, so grabbing your lighter from your pocket, you lit the first paper on fire, setting it underneath the wood. Then, the sound of the truck being started tore your gaze away from the fire. Eddie was driving the truck down closer, maybe he didn't want to carry all the stuff from that far away. You didn't blame him, and wondered why he didn't just do that off the bat. Silly guy. You turned back and continued your task, and the fire was slowly starting to catch. A few more papers, and you'd you golden.

When he stepped out of the truck, he no longer wore his blazer, but a thick flannel. There was your Eddie.

He started to pull the blankets out of the back and placed them on the ground, creating a comfy setting. The fire was a go, and you plopped down on the blanket. Not long after, Eddie did the same, his arms full. He had another bottle of wine, marshmallows, chocolate and graham crackers, along with a few other things. Your eyes widened and you cracked up laughing.

"Oh my god, Eddie you are the absolute best! I haven't had smores in forever!" You were grinning ear to ear and he was clearly amused, big smile on his lips. He was laughing too.

"Well, lets get started then." Ed started opening the box of chocolates as you cracked open the bottle of wine and took a swig, before passing it down to him. You looked up once again at the stars and moon, the water, the fire. It was amazing, but you also enjoyed the sounds. It was so quiet, but it wasn't at the same time. You could hear the calm waves reaching the shore, the fire crackling, the bugs. No sounds of other humans and you were definitely going to enjoy the fuck out of that. Suddenly, Eddie's voice ripped you from your thoughts.

"Sticks! We need to go find some sticks to cook these with." He pointed to the two s’mores which lay on the blanket in front of him. Awe, he made you one. He was so cute.

"Well, lets go!" You stood up, and reached down with your hand. Accepting, he grabbed on and you propped him up and the two of you started to walk around to the trees. It wouldn't be too hard to find some twigs, you were sure. There were quite a few trees.

You were right, and the next thing you knew you were sitting back down on your cozy blankets. Eddie wrapped them up in tin foil, stuck the twig through them and handed you yours. You grabbed it and you both sat there, laughing and talking about everything, having a good time and roasting the s’mores. You didn't want this night to end, that was for sure.

The hours went by and you both ate a shit ton of s’mores and marshmallows, and drank even more wine. You were both feeling pretty tipsy by this point, and you were having such a good time. You really did get along with Eddie, and you were very happy to have met him. You couldn't remember the last you felt this happy. You didn't know what time it was by now, but the hours were flying by. You guessed it was pretty late, as the moon had shifted a significant amount. The fire was still going strong, as the both of you were still feeding it. You were leaning into Eddie, and his arm was wrapped around your shoulder, his other arm gently caressing your knee. The laughter died down, and a few moments of comfortable silence had past.

"Hey, Eddie..?" You spoke quietly, not taking your gaze away from the stars above. From the corner of your eye, you see him glance down at you. His face was very very close to yours now, probably the closest it ever had been and you could feel your heart beating faster and faster with every passing second.

"Hmm?" He mumbled lazily, his voice deep.

"If you're drunk... and I'm drunk..." You trailed slowly, while Eddie was still looking at you, a small, lazy smile on his lips.

"Mhmm..." He mumbled once more.

"How to we get home tonight?" He chuckled loudly, and so did you.

"I don't think I thought of that..."He giggled, and looked away laughing quietly, "maybe we could call Jeff and he'll pick us up." He looked back down at you once again.

"Mhm, or..."You spoke, shifting, wanting to get closer but that probably wasn't possible, as you were as close as you could probably get.

"Or...?" Eddie teased, wanting to hear your offer.

"We could camp out in the truck." You grinned evily.

"Hm...that would be awesome." He started to play with your fingers, and it was so cute.

"It would be...lets do it!." You drunkenly lifted up the bottle of wine, taking your final sip, before passing it to Eddie so he could have the last of it. He took the last swig and set the bottle down to the side as best he could. The fire was keeping the both of your warm, but you wondered what time it actually was. So, grabbing Eddie's wrist, you tried to read the numbers in the dark. It read 1:34 AM. Holy shit, time had passed so quickly.

"We should set up the van, we'll probably need to move a few things around." You spoke, and reluctantly (and quite sloppily) tore yourself away from him. You stood straight, and he stoodup after you, nearly falling over. You giggled, wrapping your arms around his torso to help keep him steady. Well, and you just really wanted to be close to him again. His hands found yours and he set them ontop as if to hold them in place. If your face wasn't flushed enough from the wine it definitely was now.

You both made your way over to the truck, opening the back doors. There wasn't too much stuff at least, just a few pieces of musical equipment that we could easily just move to the front. Hopping inside, the two of you tried your best to move the shit around and not fall over, he almost did a few times and you were laughing pretty hard.

Once everything was finished, the fire was starting to burn out. It was a little after two now, and you were in the processing of transfering the blankets into the truck. Eddie piled them up and layed them nicely on the floor of the truck (or tried to anyway). You pulled out your pack of smokes, and shot him one, before lighting it. Eddie had a lighter in his own pocket, and he thanked you with a goofy smile from inside the truck. A few minutes later, the fire was burnt out completely, and it grew more quiet. There were some signs of wildlife and bugs, but nothing out of the of the ordinary.

Finishing up your smoke, Ed came and stood next to you. You smiled up at him before returning your gaze to the stars above.

"I could observe them for hours." your voice barely above a whisper.

"I know how you feel."  There was something about his tone that made it not sound like he was talking about the stars. He was looking at you, once again.

"Come on, we should crash." You gently grabbed his arm and rested your head on him as you made your ways to the truck. He helped you inside and you layed down in the surprisingly cozy blankets. It was as comfortable as it could be, and you were pretty drunk so you didn't really care. Eddie was here, thats all that mattered. He stepped in, closing the doors behind him. The lights dimmed and went out in the truck, and you felt Eddie plop down next to you when he let out a litte yelp.

"Fuck, forgot there were no pillows." You burst out laughing, and soon, he was laughing with you. You noticed after a few moments that he wasn't very close to you. Maybe he was nervous? Maybe he didn't want you to think he was being too pushy or weird? Either way, you were too drunk to care at this point. You moved your body closer to his and warmed up next to him. He slowly gripped you in his arms and you truly felt at home with him. Before you knew it, you were both snoring away.

[pureimagineering]

In a passage from Drawing the Line that's much too long to post on Tumblr, Tom Sito explains how the Disney Animators' Strike finally ended.

Word about the war in Cartoonland finally reached Washington DC, which up until then was more concerned with wars in Europe and the Pacific. On July 15, President Roosevelt sent a federal mediator, Judge Stanley White, to arbitrate a settlement.

Walt Disney angrily rejected the federal arbitration. He also refused to negotiate when [pro-union animator] Art Babbitt was in the room. Clearly, nothing could be done while the Old Man was boiling mad.

A face-saving tactic was concocted to get Walt out of town so a deal could be struck. He had been invited by Nelson Rockefeller to tour Latin America on a goodwill mission funded by the State Department.

Washington was worried that the military governments of Brazil, Chile, and Argentina would side with the Axis powers in the war. Rockefeller was sent to mollify the South American governments with anything they wanted to keep out of the war. Among other things, they asked for Donald Duck.

Urged on by his brother, Walt finally agreed to go. [Lawyer] Gunther Lessing, who had assured Walt that the strike would not last twenty-four hours, now told him, "Don't worry Walt. I can take care of this. I know the boys [the federal mediators] over there. I play golf with them, and we'll make a deal under the table."

On August 17, Walt Disney left town for the tour, taking with him fifteen of his most loyal artists, including Frank Thomas, Ollie Johnston, Ward Kimball, Fred Moore, Marc Davis, Norm Ferguson, and Lee and Mary Blair.

The [American Federation of Labor] contacted the heads of the labor unions in the South American countries to be visited. At several stops the Disney plane was met by picketing longshoremen.

Of course that little detail was omitted in the studio documentary of the trip. The South American trip was touted as a great success and the films Saludos Amigos and The Three Caballeros were the eventual result.

Back in Burbank the negotiations between management and the union remained deadlocked. A frustrated Judge White told [union negotiator Herb] Sorrell, "Herb, the only way you're going to move that stubborn cuss [Walt] is to go over his head. Do you know anybody like that?"

Sorrell replied, "I know the Gianinni brothers of the Bank of America, and I know Disney is deeply in debt to them."

"Well, there's your answer," White said.

Sorrell did talk secretly to the Bank of America. Whereas the bank managers had formerly urged a hard line, now they saw no purpose in continuing the bruising battle with the unions. The Department of Labor sent ace mediator Judge James F. Casey, who had previously settled the violent General Motors Strike of 1937.

The Disney studio was finally forced to settle and recognize the [Screen Cartoonists Guild]. At long last the deal was announced on July 28.

Everyone wanted to go back to work, but one final glitch held up the deal. The studio announced a new round of layoffs. The ratio was 207 union workers getting the boot to only 29 scabs. After the union balked at the layoffs, Roy Disney ordered all studio production shut down.

Judge Casey now ordered all sides to Washington to arbitrate the details. Once in the nation's capital, Casey ruled for the union in every instance. The jurisdiction of the Screen Cartoonists Guild, the Screen Editors Guild, and the Screen Publicists Guild was acknowledged, wages and hours were standardized, and complete screen credits were to be listed on films.

The great bulk of Disney employees' pay rates doubled, or more, retroactive to May 29, the first day of the walkout. An animator making $35 a week would now be making $85 a week. The studio reopened, and everyone finally went back to work on September 21, 1941.

When Walt Disney returned from Latin America in October, his first reaction was to hop an express train to Washington to try and get the federal rulings overturned. He failed at that.

After the ninety-day arbitration period ended, Walt immediately fired a number of the union leaders, including Art Babbitt. This was once again a violation of the Wagner Act.

The studio claimed Babbitt was let go for artistic inadequacy. Babbitt showed the court some of his animation drawings from Snow White and Fantasia. The court made the studio rehire all of the artists fired. Appeals of the ruling went as high as the US Court of Appeals for the Ninth Circuit; the US Supreme Court refused to review the case to reverse the Ninth Circuit's ruling in favor of Babbitt.

Roy Disney finally convinced Walt that, although the settlement was lousy, they were trying to buck a national trend and that unions were defintely in the saddle. The Disney brothers gave up fighting, and the Walt Disney Studio stayed a union shop thereafter.

TL;DR? As soon as actual adults arrived, they sided with the animators and forced management to play nice.

[angelictechnology]

Title: Father and Son

Rating: T

Prompt: Tragedy

Word count: 1498

Warnings: Mentions of death

Summary: When a family friend of Regis visited before the last days of his life, she decided to play a song that reminisce of his son he asked her to deliver this song to his son

Notes:This is for @ffxvweek day 6 Tragedy // Antagonists // Ardyn Izunia Curse James Gun for putting this song in Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 2 now when I play this song I cannot help but think of Regis dying and Noctis hearing this song for the first time.Warning: this story has an OC, but no pairing or romance...Also listen to the song Father and Son for the feels

One simple task she simply had to do pass a message, she didn't expect to be a courier in these cases. Riding in her motorbike on her own she heard a vibration on her thigh. Sighing she stopped the motorbike putting it on hold. Getting off her transport she looked at her phone for a new message,

"Carmilla, just hurry up its getting dark soon..."

Carmilla only sighed she knew the night means more daemons will come, but its just a simple task its not like the world is going to hell.

The woman only put her helmet on and kept driving. Carmilla looked to see a garage like location called Hammerhead she remembered her client talking about it regarding info. She pulled her motorbike up to park it. Taking off her helmet Carmilla heard a greeting,

"Howdy, I never seen someone let alone a woman ridin' a pretty vehicile like that"

Carmilla looked to see a short blonde haired woman, her face a little dirty and well showing herself out there. Kindly she smiled back pushing her silver glasses up,

"Yes, thanks for the compliment sorry, I didn't come here for a tune up I came to deliever a message"

The mechanic only thought for a moment and said,

"Aww that's too bad, is for paw-paw? I could deliver it to him"

Carmilla shook her head in no, disappointing the young mechanic she laughed to cheer her up and replied,

"Umm no, its more of a message to the prince...upcoming king"

Suddenly the woman stood silent there is a tense feeling in the air. Carmilla didn't know if she crossed a boundry, but she suddenly saw the woman smiling,

"I see so its for the young prince...Are you possibly?"

Carmilla laughed a bit trying to retain herself for not dying of laughter, defintely not her type most definte.

"No, no... I am here to deliver a message from his father...so sad it happened so suddenly"

Carmilla looked to sky its getting dark soon, she looked at the sky wondering what's going to happen now the king has dead. An uproar has already began and Insomma is already filled with with niflheim soliders she don't know whether is safe to check on him...

"If you want to find the prince, he and his friends should be at a campsite not to far off by the way name is Cindy"

Carmilla turned to see look at Cindy looking at her in a smile, a trustworthy one, she smiled back,

"Thanks Cindy" and walked into the fields of the wilderness.

"Noct! no fair let's do that again"

Noct heard the whine of his best friend Prompto losing at their favourite game again. Noctis and his friends were back at the campsite near HammerHead just for some last preparations before leaving. Gladio heard the rustling of the brushes nearby.

"Huh, who the hell is making noise?"

They were all alarmed to hear noises Prompto trying to be not scared only studdered,

"I swear I didn't do it I swear!"

Ignis being the composed and calm one only sternly said,

"Of course, the Daemons are not used the screams of fear at night"

Noctis only yawned, but got up not a little upset the night might be ruined by a unexpected visitor coming to get them.

What they didn't expect a creature's body dropping dead from the darkness, immedately Prompto yelled,

"No way they couldn't find us that fast! can't they?!" 

Gladio immediately yelled to the scared man,

"Shut up! you screaming will make it worse!" Then what surprised them hearing a feminine voice,

"Ugh...I can hear that from ten miles if I can..." They looked to see a woman wearing a long trenchcoat emgering  from the dead creature.

"Huh? a woman...yup I see everything today" They all groaned from the comment Gladio his weapon unsheathed came to the woman looking at her she might be one of them he sternly questioned,

"Who are you? are you with them? if so"

The woman shook her head in no and simply replying,

"I am a courier to deliver a message from the King to his son"

All of them were surprised Gladio unsheathed his weapon, while Noctis walked foward a bit his face immediately dropped and only muttered,

"My dad? he had a message for me?"

The woman nodded she then introduced herself, then taking out a simple box wrapped in a ribbon,

"My name is Carmilla...we have never met, but your father knew my family for while Noctis he wanted me to hand deilver this to you"

Noctis' friends moved out the way while the young prince slowly made his way to the gift Carmilla has for him. Taking the box his hands are shaking, its only a few days hearing his father passed it hurt him hard he didn't even say a proper goodbye to him before leaving. Standing in silence the fire burning while his friends looking at him in worry.

Noctis opened the box to see a letter and a small cassette player with a cassette already in it labelled, 'father and son' his friends were even more surprised seeing a a piece of technology still existing today. Carmilla only smiled weakly and only said,

"Read the letter and play the song Noctis"

Not saying a word Noctis read the letter,

"Noctis my son, I am sorry that this is very sudden, but after writing this it might be the last time I will be with you...the only gift I leave you besides the the regalia is this song Carmilla made me listen to it and I immediately thought of you... I love you my son"

Noctis tried to hold back the tears from his father's last words looking to the cassette player he simply looked at the button that said play and pressed it. What he heard was a simple guitar strum and the lyrics,

"It's not time to make a change Just relax, take it easy You're still young, that's your fault There's so much you have to know Find a girl, settle down If you want you can marry Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy"

Immediately everybody was in shock, but hearing the song gave them an emotional feeling they didn't expect it, but they took it well, Noctis trying to hold his emotions back from the song, it immediately pulled his heart strings his dad dying, he didn't know whether to cry or not. The song continues,

"I was once like you are now, and I know that it's not easy To be calm when you've found something going on But take your time, think a lot Why, think of everything you've got For you will still be here tomorrow But your dreams may not”

“How can I try to explain Cause when I do he turns away again It's always been the same, same old story From the moment I could talk I was ordered to listen Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away I know I have to go"

Hearing the song more Noctis' nose sniffled he didn't want to cry, hearing those lyrics made him remember the memories with his dad, he wondered what he did wrong, he wondered what he should do right then when the song picks up immediately started to loose it.

“It's not time to make a change Just sit down, take it slowly You're still young, that's your fault There's so much you have to go through Find a girl, settle down If you want, you can marry Look at me, I am old, but I'm happy”

Carmilla looked to the young prince his tears are now visible on his face, the sounds so sad and emotional. She walked slowly to him, Noctis saw Carmilla he stood up and nothing said he hugged her crying out all he had to her while in the comfort the song in its most emotional,

“All the times that I cried Keeping all the things I knew inside It's hard, but it's harder to ignore it If they were right, I'd agree But it's them they know not me Now there's a way and I know that I have to go away I know I have to go”

Carmilla didn't know what to do she simply comforted him, she looked at his friends and weakly smiled to them signaling to help comfort him.

They stood up Carmilla moved away from the prince. She watched while his friends trying to comfort the prince from his emotional state. Prompto hugging him, Gladio patting him gently on the back while Ignis simply giving a talk telling its going to be okay.

Carmilla only smiled she knew that did her job, but knowing the prince got his final goodbye from his father she couldn't help bring herself to cry a bit,

"He did love that song...a perfect farewell gift for someone like his son, father and son"

[sammy-moo]

Footloose

Characters: Teen!Sam x Teen!Reader, Dean

Prompt: Day Nine, a song that you can dance to

Words: 1,881

Warnings: Fluff, a very small amount of angst

A/N: The lyrics to the song will be in italics! If you want to be tagged let me know!

Dean sat outside in the Impala with an arm hanging out of the window. Metallica was playing from his radio as he tapped his thumb on the steering wheel. His eyes scanned the school yard for his younger brother. A small smile spread across his face when he saw the poster for PROM.

Sam plopped into the passenger seat and shut the door, pulling Dean's eyes from the nearby poster.

"You going," he asked as he motioned to the flyer.

Sam sighed tiredly, "No I'm not Dean. It's just some lame dance where everyone grinds on each other. And then the drinking? I'll pass."

Dean hummed, "I see what it is now." He put the car into drive and pulled away from the school. "You don't have a date."

Sam gave him a look, "I just don't wanna go."

"Come on Sam! I'm sure we can put something together. You should go!"

"I already said I'm not."

Dean sighed, "Come on Sammy! It's high school! It's your senior year!"

Sam shook his head and looked out the window, "That doesn't justify anything. I still don't want to go."

Dean frowned as he drove towards the motel, "Fine. I'm finding you a date and you're going. Brother's orders."

Dean spent the next couple of days trying to find a date for his brother. Sadly most of the girls already had dates.

Just when Dean was ready to give up, he saw you.

You were sitting at the table reading a book when he approached. Dean took the place across from you and flashed his charming smile.

You looked up at him curiously, "Can I help you with something?"

Dean smiled, "I hope so.. Do you know Sam Winchester?"

"Uh yeah... We have a few classes together."

Dean's smile grew, "Perfect. Will you go to PROM with him? He doesn't want to go and I told him I'd find him a date. Please?"

You gave him a weird look, "If he doesn't want to go you shouldn't force him."

Dean sighed, "Please? My brother and I have moved around a lot so he hasn't really had much of a normal high school experience.... Hell, we haven't even had a normal life.... But I usually try to give him all that normal experience and make sure he takes it. So please go with him?"

"I don't--"

"Please," Dean interrupted, begging and pulling out the big guns.

You sighed, caving from the green-eyed puppy look, "Fine..."

Dean smiled, "Thank you!" He got up and started heading off, "He'll pick you up at six!"

"Okay.... Wait," you called after him. "You need my address!" You quickly saved your place and hurried to him. You quickly wrote your address on his hand with your pen.

Dean smiled, "Thanks."

A week had passed and you were getting ready for PROM. While you didn't really want to go either, a part of you was excited.

You adjusted your dress and checked the time. It was almost six.

Meanwhile Dean was pracitcally shoving Sam into a dress shirt and tie.

"Dean cut it out! I can do it myself!"

"You're just going to take it off," he said simply.

Sam sighed, "I will put it on and pick her up! Just stop. Please?"

Dean took a step back, holding his hands up, "Fine. Just don't leave and then not take her? I don't think you want to hurt her feelings."

Sam nodded and finished getting ready, "Can I borrow the Impala?"

Dean smiled and handed him the keys, "Just take care of her?"

"I will, relax," Sam said simply as he headed out the door.

It was a little after six and part of you was growing to be disappointed. Were you stood up? Did Sam's brother just want to play with your heart? Hell did he want to embarrass you?

However you couldn't think too much into it when your mom hollered for you from downstairs. You quickly, but carefully headed down the steps. A big smile spread across your face when you saw Sam in the doorway. He was shy and awkward.

Your mom was making small talk with him and begged for a picture of the two of you before you left. You rolled your eyes, but obliged to her request before leaving. Your father had called out a curfew time as the two of you headed out.

Sam promised to have you home before then.

Sam opened the door for you and you got in. He soon joined you in the car and drove to get food. He parked in Mc Donald's parking lot and sighed.

"I'm sorry it's not some restaurant or something fancy..."

"Hey it's perfectly fine with me. I didn't really wanna go somewhere like that anyways," you said simply.

Sam nodded a bit, "I really am sorry that my brother talked you into this though. You didn't have to do this you know."

"I know but I don't mind. He's right. You should get to experience this. Hell even me, but I just don't really like dances. Not big on them."

Sam smiled a bit, "Me either."

You chuckled and headed in with him.

"Not gonna lie, it surprises me that you did agree though."

"I'm guessing it's because we don't really talk in class?"

Sam looked down then back up at you, "Pretty much..."

You smiled and the two of you ordered. You both got something small and a drink. Sam ended up sharing his fries with you and you both talked a bit.

On the way out you were both laughing and climbing into the car again. Sam drove to the school and lead you in.

Thankfully the awkwardness between the two of you had died down. Sam was starting to feel excited as you headed for the dance floor. You on the other hand were really happy you did agree. You always wanted to talk to Sam and be his friend, maybe even more, but never had the guts. All thanks to this you finally got to. It was the perfect excuse.

After an hour and a half of dancing you both took a break by a nearby table.

"God the music here sucks," you joked.

Sam chuckled, "Yeah and the decorations are pretty cheesy."

You snorted and grew flustered.

Sam looked surprised before chortling, "Did you just snort?"

"No! You didn't hear that!"

Sam leaned back and clapped as he laughed.

You shook your head and rolled your eyes, "What do you say we get outta here? I know a place that doesn't have cheesy decorations, better music, and no sweaty teenagers practically dry humping."

Sam chuckled and leaned forward curiously, "Count me in. Anything is defintely better than being here."

You smiled and lead him out to the car. You told him the directions and soon enough you pulled into the old campground. You had Sam drive up to the lake and stop before the small pier.

"What is this place," he asked curiously as he looked around in the car.

"This is a camp I used to come to when I was a kid. They shut it down years ago though."

Sam nodded and observed all the cabins. They were falling apart from years of absence and use. His hazel eyes then landed on the poles that held staples nearby.

You smiled and rolled your window and got out, "Come on."

Sam smiled, copying your actions of rolling down the window.

"Turn up the radio."

Sam hummed and found a station, turned the volume up, and got out.

He joined you in front of the car.

The two of you were surrounded by darkness. The only light was coming from the stars, waxing crescent, and the headlights of the car. You could hear crickets and the music playing from the radio.

You blushed a bit when a slow song started playing.

Sam smiled and held a hand out, "May I have this dance?"

You sniggered and took his hand. He pulled you close as the two of you danced.

"Sorry I'm not the best at this... Never really been to many dances."

You smiled, "That's okay. You won't judge my crappy dance moves then."

Sam's brows shot up as looked at you, "Judge you? Nah. If I judged you then you'd have permission to judge me."

The two of you laughed. When he spun you and playfully dipped you. It took all of your control to keep your hands from retracting to your sides as you guffawed.

Soon the song changed and your face lit up.

"Oh my god yes!"

Sam chortled as he watched you pull away.

You started dancing and singing along to the song.

"Come on Sam! Judgement freezone!"

Sam shook his head as he chuckled, "I'm good. You clearly have the better moves."

You shook your head and grabbed his hands, helping him dance a bit.

"Just feel the music. Come on you gotta cut loose! Footloose!"

Sam tucked his head down in laughter, pulling his hands free he let go. He let the music and moment take over as the two of you danced.

At one point you decided to head for the shallow part of the lake and dance in ankle deep water.

Sam watched you, smiling. Part of him was mentally kicking himself for never talking to you and befriending you. You definitely would've made this particular high school more memorable. He was happy to be sharing this experience with you and he would definitely remember it.

Sam argued with himself after watching you and decided to join.

Your smile practically lit up even more under the light from the headlights.

After a few more songs of dancing and laughter, the two of you took place on the pier, dangling your feet over the edge to dry.

You both were relaxed; leaning back and holding yourselves up on your hands, talking.

Time practically seemed to melt away. When you were finally dry you both loaded up into the car and Sam drove you home.

He pulled up to your house, got out, and opened your door. You walked arm to arm up the sidewalk and to your front door.

"I had a really fun time."

Sam smiled and chuckled lightly, "Yeah me too."

You smiled even more, feeling your face hurting from all the smiles and laughter, "We need to do this again. We need to hang out and not do it just because of a stupid high school experience."

Sam nodded, "Yeah. We do need to do this again. Thanks again for coming."

"No problem. I'll see you at school Monday?"

Sam nodded, "Yeah. I'll see you Monday."

You smiled and opened your door and he started to walk off, "Bye Sam."

Sam looked over his shoulder and waved, "Bye. See you later, goodnight Y/N!"

You chuckled and slipped into your house, shutting the door.

Sam slipped into the Impala and sighed. He began to feel horrible as he drove back to the motel. He knew come Monday he wouldn't see you. He'd only be there to notify that he was transferring to go onto the next. And the next one he'd be at is where he'd graduate before running away to California for college.

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