#and how ren radiates the same energy as lover

[14dayswithyou]

Is renren a swiftie or no, our relationship future depends on his answer

✦゜ANSWERED: i mean?? he blasted babe - taylor swift (taylor’s version) (from the vault) (lyric video) on full volume the moment he found out leon proposed to you

Unless you don't like Taylor Swift, of course... then he's never heard of her or listened to her music :)

[larentsaloud]

episode 12 thoughts

MOMMY IS MAD

sorry I was indisposed mentally yesterday. I have regained some mental stability so I am ready to talk about the show. buckle up I am about to go wild.

the episode opens where we left off, and as predicted Gorya remembers the reason why she can't be the official girlfriend, hello? Lita exists. our Lil Tiger forgot, though, which is equally funny and also concerning. did he not beg her to become his few episodes ago?boi is that amnesia setting in early? LOL. they have a cute moment of holding hands and Gorya admitting his puppy eyes are getting to her.

yeah. welcome to the club gurl. we have all been screaming! finally she is struggling to restrain herself. they stumble their way to the bed, which is kind of cute, when the BEST monologue occurs, Thyme uses the words virginity, foreplay and conception in one sentence and abuses the language to the point where he appears to be a sexual predator. lord I wish I knew Thai because I bet it was epic monologue that we missed out massive jokes in. nevertheless, Gorya wrestles him, breaks a vase all that jazz and auntie maid roots for Gorya in the Lita x Thyme showdown and crowns our queen Thyme's personal maid. applause ma'am well played.

things I loved:

the dynamic between auntie maid and Gorya, how Gorya was basically prepped for inhabiting the house and married life indirectly by learning the workings of the domestic side and how she was being indoctrinated to the household. the bridal vibes it gave me. trust me on this!

Kavin x Kanning story mirroring Ren x Gorya x Mira dynamic.

MJ x Ren visiting the house while Gorya is in her little maid outfit and MJ sitting next to Thyme on the sofa. y'all the bisexual energy radiating from MJ. OUCHIE.

Ren blushing at the supermarket. hard swoon.

THE FUCKING GARLAND IS BEAUTIFUL. new obsession unlocked.

Lita's scene with Thyme and her parents and Thyme

some symbolism:

the outfit Thyme wore to meet Lita's parents it reminded me of 'have your back covered' or when you say 'I've got your back' and Lita truly had his back in the fight. she was dressed in what appeared like a combat bulletproof vest. she was wearing armour, she was the one protecting him! amazing costume choice.

the maid plot she gets to see him in his natural habitat, he finally loses the air of mystery, is no longer a mythical enemy, friend or lost lover she never had. he becomes a real person and I think the maid arc sort of allows that to happen. she sees his life behind the scenes, develops trusts and understanding. Gorya also discovers the shirt her was wearing, and it is unwashed, he left it dirty, which is HUGE. imagine Thyme's state of mind when it happened. he was just humiliated in front of everyone, but despite that, he ket it, preserved her footprint, because it signified disruption, point of no return. a seismic shift. it's like he already knew her importance. if those little things don't seal the deal, then I don't know what else. her seeing him half undressed and all cute with his cat. all of those moments matter to her seeing him through a new lens and falling for him deeper, now that he has become worthy of her.

the fall / the fighting mirroring how Lita met Thyme and Gorya both of their interactions with Lita ended as they started and have thus complete a full orbit, circle whatever you call it.

things I am mad about:

1. no kiss between Gorya & Thyme *

2. whatever the fuck that kiss was between 2K

3. the MJ kfc ad... sigh

*as I have mentioned already, I know why it could not happen, I explained that in my preamble to this post.

now for the unhinged part...

so I was wondering why

they decided to lock them in the car,

why both MJ and Thyme are wearing chain bracelets,

why did Kavin carry Gorya to the car same way as he carried Gorya for Thyme's birthday.

Kavin was giving out kisses...

this show loves to mirror to show the development. it made sense to end Lita arc how it began, which tallies with carrying Gorya (thanks Kavin for being my favourite boi with MJ). also made sense to add Thyme as all tied up, because the restraint was constructed through Lita, with her gone, there is no reason to hold back. or is there?

well. I wondered about the car a lot. but like it got me thinking about how most of their previous reunions have happened through abductions, she was kidnaped twice and tied up to Thyme's house LOL, and it was his turn to be tied up. Also, in terms of privacy the car is literally the only option I guess.

plus it can signify beginning of a journey. like our ship finally sailing.

further to this...

I am still thinking about the bracelet MJ and Thyme shared and hmm. I am wondering. but I don't have anything sold, so I'll be back.

as for Kavin dispensing those kisses to customers. I think it demonstrates how easy it is for him to give physical kisses, but his heart - not so much.

overall. this episode had me hooked, I was on a cusp of tears and then cried when I saw Lita surrender. this was very much done out of not wanting to lose face. this was not a simple act of love, she plays the game until the end. she doesn't want to face Gorya, she sends her a video. I will fight you all on this, Lita decided to give-up Thyme, because she realised she lost him to Gorya and the only way she could release him was to be the one to break the engagement. everyone could see she was acting, putting on a show. she has earned Thyme's respect, and yes all the reasons she listed as the ones for not loving him, were the reasons why she loved him, but this version Thyme 2.0 was all credits to Gorya.

I am little disappointed how short the series are, as there is so much I would have loved to see them do, I believe they could even do the romance justice if they aired for more episodes.

people are saying things like 'oh I don't mind the lack of romance because there is so much symbolism'. bitch. this is romance drama. the metaphors are hallmark of quality of writing. we do not settle for crumbs in my household. we don't settle for GMMTV selling godamn cookies and necklaces.

listen.

I know Tu is pissed off. you go and watch her live. when she threw the necklace around before it went on sale? you all did not see hoe fake her acting was? are YOU BLIND?

are you??? because she is an amazing actress but the way she acted FAKE AF when it comes to the necklace during her live. please. wake up.

you think they don't see us get mad at GMMTV?

they saw the blind theory, she mentioned it for a reason.

they post behind the scenes images BETTER than we get from GMMTV.

sooo, before you go and call me crazy, delusional, or think I am making a big deal out of this for nothing.

I SEE THROUGH THIS BULLSHIT. OK?

you are welcome.

now shoo. as you were.

this weeks highlights

Lita x Thyme break up x

Preamble to episode 12 x

[vigilvntes]

Broken - Kylo Ren x Reader

REQUESTS ARE OPEN.

"when i fell hard, you took a step back."

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You had failed. Failed the mission. Failed the Supreme Leader.

Failed Kylo.

He had trusted you, and you fucked up. The Supreme Leader told you if you returned empty handed, it would be the end. So it looked like the end was nigh.

When you landed on Tatooine, you were confident in yourself and in your abilities. Training under Kylo was no easy feat. Despite him being your lover, he challenged you harder everyday, trying to make you the best you could be. And you thought you were ready for the ultimate challenge of a solo mission. How wrong you were.

The mission was ultimately quite simple. Locate resistance fighters. Extract information. Leave no one alive. But she never made anything easy.

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You landed your ship close to where the resistance had landed, planning to make the rest of your way there on foot. But she had sensed you.

She had come to you first.

The one they called Rey. The Jedi girl. The one who had plagued Kylo Ren since the destruction of Starkiller Base.

The two of you stared eachother out. You, his lover, trainee. Her, his enemy, the light that conflicted him.

Eventually, she took in a sharp breath. "(Y/N). Why are you here?"

You narrowed your eyes, "Isn't it obvious? The Resistance are here. You're here." Each time you had met Rey, she had found her way into your head. Found your weakness. Which was him. You were almost prepared to hear how she spoke of your lover. Almost.

She bit her lip, pondering her next move, before she spoke gently, "I see you in his dreams, you know. I feel your presence in them, even if you're not there. You're bonded with Kylo Ren, more than anyone else."

You couldn't lie, you felt her presence too. In the back of his mind, bothering him, day in and day out. It wasn't that he loved her, no. He wouldn't do that to you. He just wanted to be better. To defeat her.

"You're his biggest weakness, (Y/N). The one thing that could bring him back to us. Back to his mother. To the light. And i think you know that."

You shook your head, looking away from her. "He would never turn his back on the First Order. I would never turn my back."

Rey took a step towards you, "I know you see the light in him. He's conflicted. And so are you. You were once part of the Resistance, you can always come back. You can always come home."

"Stop. Talking," you demanded, but she continued despite your wishes.

"You're both lost. You don't know where you belong. I know something in him longs for the light, for his mother. And i feel the same in you, too. I know you feel it! Neither of you have shut me out yet-"

Before she said anything else, you had sent her flying back. Using your power made you lightheaded, dizzy. Or maybe that was just the gravity of what she had said finally hitting you.

You looked down at her, as she leaned back on her elbow, looking up at you. Shaking your head, you whispered, "I'm sorry. I can't ...."

Turning your back on her, you made your way back to your ship. Your head filled with conflicting thoughts. She was right. Right about everything, you couldn't deny that. But surely you were in too deep now. Surely there was no turning back, for you or Kylo.

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As your ship pulled into the hanger of the supremacy, you silently cursed yourself for allowing her to see you weak.

You sat in your ship for a few minutes, too scared to leave for the moment. You were due for a punishment, that was certain. Snoke would punish you in the worst way, as he did to Kylo. You just weren't sure what that would be just yet.

Sighing to yourself, already expecting the worst, you left your ship, and there, just outside the doors, stood Kylo, his eyes narrowed, his plump lips turn downwards in a frown. Fuck.

You opened your mouth to speak, but he silenced you. "Supreme Leader Snoke requests your presence in the throne room."

You just nodded, silent. You wanted to talk with him. Touch him. Feel him. You wanted him to embrace you and tell you everything was alright. He wanted that too. But you both knew better. Punishment always had to come first when it came to the Supreme Leader. He would have time to console you later in the night.

You couldn't do much else but follow him through the halls, your head hung low. He moved fast, and you struggled to keep up, almost running behind him. The truth was, he wanted to get your punishment over and done with. He hated seeing you in pain, hated the look in your eyes afterwards. So broken. So beaten down. And he hated the one who would do that to you.

The doors to the throne room opened automatically as you approached, and Kylo couldn't do anything more than shoot you a quick, sympathetic glance, before the two of you entered.

You lifted your head as you approached Snoke, "Supreme Leader, I-"

"Silence." He hissed. "Kneel, child."

Your lip quivered, and your breath shook, but you did as you said, and knelt before him. Your whole body felt weak, drained, and tears couldn't help but fall down your cheeks almost immediately.

Snoke stood from his throne, approaching you. "You have failed. You allowed the scavenger girl into your mind...To read your thoughts. Your weaknesses. You returned with no information, and left the Resistance fighters....alive. Is that not worthy of punishment, Ren?"

Your eyes flicked to Kylo, silently begging him to save you, begging him to stand up for you against Snoke. But he didn't.

Kylo swallowed, looking away from you, he spoke shakily, "Yes Supreme Leader."

Snoke grinned, "Good." He stood right before you now, as he slowly placed his hand on your head, gripping tight.

You let out a scream, tears falling down your cheeks at a faster pace, as your mind slipped into the darkness.

You stood amongst the rubble, looking for any sign of another remaining survivor. But the more you searched, the more you realised there were none. Everything had been blown to pieces, no one had survived, apart from you.

You wanted to scream, you wanted to cry. But you couldn't. You couldn't do anything but stand there, hoping for it all to be just a dream. It wasn't, that you knew for sure.

You turned when you heard something behind you, the sound of a ship landing. Out of the ship stepped a creature, tall and lanky, but he radiated dark energy. He offered his hand out to you, hissing, "I can feel it. You have so much darkness in you. Come, my child. Come with me."

And you took his hand.

The darkness grasped your mind again.

You were in battle. Well, not exactly a battle. A village, which held women, children. Families. But you didn't care, you weren't the same as you were before. You had been training, harnessing your dark powers for months. Information about the Resistance was here, and you were prepared to do anything to not disappoint Kylo.

You knew deep down you weren't feeling yourself that day, you felt as though someone else was in control. Something else, perhaps.

You slaughtered each and every village member that approached you mercilessly, never giving them a chance to speak, a chance to defend themselves or their families. All you cared about was bringing down the Resistance.

You led the Storm Troupers through the village, until one of them found the information you were looking for. The man who held it was young, fresh-faced. You looked down at him, then at your squad, "Tie him up. Take him to Commander Ren."

You turned, making your way back to the ship, trying to ignore the man's screams, "Leave no one alive! Take the children."

The screams of the people killed that day haunted you forever.

The darkness again.

This time, something new. Something unfamiliar. This wasn't a memory of yours, no, this was something else entirely. Something which scared you more than the previous.

You laid on your back, resting on an elbow, your other hand reaching up, as if to prevent something.

Above you stood Kylo Ren, his lightsaber glowing red, aimed at you, and before you could stop him, before you could scream, he had plunged it through your body.

You were awake now, your head in your hands, sobbing. You let out another shrill scream, one that made Kylo cringe.

Snoke only looked down at you, a smirk on his features, "Completely broken." He hissed, as he made his way back to his throne.

Once Kylo knew it was acceptable to do so, he rushed over to you, trying to comfort you, to stand you up so you could leave together, but you pushed him away. Before he could so much as tell you to stop, you had rushed out of the throne room, sobbing quietly as you ran through the halls.

As soon as you reached your quarters you began packing, shoving everything you owned into a bag. You were ready to leave, ready to escape the grasp of Snoke. Rey was right, she almost always was. You had to return to the Resistance, return to Leia. Maybe that would convince him to come home too, although you weren't too sure.

A few moments later, the doors to your quarters slid open, and there Kylo stood, his eyes slightly red. He took a deep breath, feeling more guilty than before at the sight of you, dishevelled and broken. He shook his head, "(Y/N).... I'm sorry."

You looked away from him, "Sorry doesn't cut it, Kylo. Not this time. I'm leaving, and i'm not coming back."

His jaw dropped slightly. "But-"

"No. I'm not hearing any of it. You stood there, watching him inflict the worst pain on me. You allowed him to do that."

He closed his eyes for a moment, calming himself. "You know i couldn't stop him. You know what would have happened."

"So it's alright to watch me suffer?" You questioned.

"It's better than the alternative."

"And what is the alternative?"

The both of you fell quiet for a moment. You knew exactly what would have happened if Kylo had interrupted. Snoke always did enjoy a fight to the death. The emotional and physical suffering the two of you would have felt if it had come to that would have brough pleasure to him. That made you feel sick.

You sighed, touching his cheek gently, "I have to go. I have to leave. I can't be here anymore."

He let out a shaky breath, "Where will you go?" He already knew the answer.

You bit your lip, "Back to the Resistance. Back home. Where i belong." You walked over to your door, ready to leave, but you turned back to face him, "I hope to see you there one day. Maybe we can finally have something real. Just us. No Snoke. No First Order. No Kylo Ren." And with that, you left, only turning to look back once.

It was safe to say no control panel was safe that night. No officer was safe. Not even Snoke. Kylo let out his emotions in the only way he knew how: anger and a lot of destruction, on anyone who crossed his path.

[elmidol]

The Shackles of Fate - Ten (NSFW)

Dark Faerie Tale AU

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Pairing: Kylo Ren/Reader, Ben/Reader

Warning: handjob; oral; slight bloodplay

The Shackles of Fate

Ten

 The fading darkness of night as dawn drew nearer offered enough concealment that you did not worry anyone would catch you. Kylo stood, his wings outstretched and demanding your attention, and observed you. You shifted up onto your knees. Swallowed down the lump that had started to form in your throat; an unspoken word. Sex was not entirely foreign to you. You had been touched, had touched a man you had believed you had feelings for. Feelings of love, you thought then shoved aside that string of memory. Touched and been touched, however had never fully given yourself to another. As such you were almost grateful for the limitations that prevented you and Kylo from moving too fast, too far.

 His hands drew aside the barriers of clothing that had concealed him. You lowered your gaze from his wings to his cock, and found yourself holding in a gasp. To see was different than feeling in this case. He was thick, long. You imagined him moving inside of you, realizing that he would fill you completely. He would stretch you open wider than ever you had been before. A shudder rippled along your spine. You shifted, pressed your thighs together. Clenched your hands and felt more blood spill from your fingers.

 You still wished to touch him. More than you had before, you wanted to feel his cock in your hand, and so you reached forward and slid your limb along his shaft. Kylo remained still. He let you explore at your own pace, his hungry gaze devouring you. You skimmed your thumb along the spongy head of his erection that already leaked precum. You drew the bead of precum to your mouth, tasting him. Kylo’s wings audibly twitched, a gentle puff of air skidding along your face.

 Red smears streaked his shaft where your blood had remained behind. You swallowed at the sight of it, reached forward again, spread more. Kylo released a low growl, something animalistic and quite like a warning. There are limits, his voice repeated in your mind. Damn them all, you wished to hiss back. But you were no fool, and you had a strong feeling that he would end the session if you pushed things too far. Adrenaline from the night’s activities was giving you things high, this courage. The reality of that, as well, helped you to center yourself.

 You wrapped your hand around him at the base of his cock and stroked upwards. Your saliva and blood aided in the smooth movement that drew from him a soft sigh. You trailed your fingers up and down, ghosting along his flesh, drawing patterns with the gathered wetness. His cock bobbed between his legs, throbbed in your hand. Kylo’s wings, too, twitched. They fluttered differently than you had seen them do in the past. Emboldened, you gripped him more firmly. The tantalizing urge to taste him on your tongue nearly convinced you to run your tongue along him. Yet you waited. Observed him, his every reaction, and marveled over the fact that he was vulnerable in this moment. Perhaps more vulnerable than he had been in--how long? Years? Months? When had he last had a lover? And had the partner been completely willing?

 Don’t think dark thoughts, you scolded yourself, and melted back into the present.

 You placed your other hand, palm flat, on his lower belly to feel his muscles tense at your touch. You curved your spine, arching backwards a fraction so that you could peer up at him. So that you could expose your breasts more to him; that was where his eyes had traveled when at last he had broken his gaze from the sight of your hand working his cock. Kylo reached forward and touched the side of your head, his fingertips ghosting over the surface of your hair.

 Finally, finally you pressed your mouth against his cock and parted your lips to run your tongue along its surface. Tasted him more thoroughly than that bead of precum. His saltiness, his flesh; you inhaled the musky scent that was him, a sort of spiciness that aroused your senses, that aroused you. You felt your body begin to respond more earnestly. Felt the dampness forming between your legs, endured the ache of desire that blossomed in you and had you clenching around nothing.

 You hollowed your cheeks and took more of him in. Above you, Kylo’s wings fluttered again. Another gentle breeze wafted over you, cooling you from the intense heat that might otherwise have consumed your entire being. The alternating temperatures sent new shivers down your spine. You pulled back then pushed forward once more, swallowing more of him. You felt the weight of his cock on your tongue, which you undulated, teasing him. Feeling the blood pumping through his vein. Tasting your blood on him. It registered to you that this only added to the spice. You moaned around him, your hands wrapping around the portion of his cock that left your mouth when you drew back again. Less blood coated the surface of his erection; the wound on your finger had not been deep enough to drain you much.

 As though he could read your mind, Kylo smeared his own blood along his length. His thumb and your mouth moved in the same direction, back and forth, up and down. The sweet tang of his blood still like candy that left your mouth watering, that rendered you hungry for more. Another moan vibrated up your throat. After gathering the smeared blood on your tongue, you concentrated on the sensitive head of his cock with your mouth while your hand worked the rest of his shaft in slow strokes.

 He began to release a noise that caught in his throat then was drowned out by the beating of his wings. You wished he had not masked the sound. What little you had heard of it, of his pleasure, had stuttered your heart, which now pounded more forcefully in your chest.

 In the next moment, you removed your mouth from his cock in order to give your jaw a pause. It felt stretched wide, a little uncomfortable. Blinking up at the faerie prince, you allowed yourself time to properly take in the sight of him as you worked towards that blissful moment where he would come undone. Where, hopefully, you would see past the figurative mask he wore now that the literal one was discarded. A low growl emerged from him, and you offered a ginger grin before engulfing him once more. His eyelids were the ones to flutter as a result.

 You bobbed your head, your hand in constant motion as above you Kylo trembled. His wings twitched again, the air stirring. Then those wings drew nearer to his body, tightening as he came, his cum coating your tongue. You swallowed, fascinated with how its saltiness contrasted and complemented the sweetness of his blood. His fingers ran along your scalp before they located your ears. He toyed with the sensitive flesh as you stroked his softening cock, which soon slipped from your mouth.

 A rosy blush dusted his cheeks. You drank in the sight of this while standing, while you helped him adjust his pants after tucking away his cock. “You look nice like that,” you said, careful to keep your voice lower so as to not come off as demeaning. His eyes shifted about your face. “You’re going to draw more blood from me now, aren’t you?”

 “Yes.” The depth of his voice made your heart stuttered, your stomach somersault. His hands were on the backs of your wrists, fingers trailing back and forth then in circles. It was the most soothing you could remember him being. Perhaps you would suck his dick more often, if this was the result. Kylo took a step nearer to you, the toes of his shoes hitting yours. “My trust is not easily given.”

 This statement proved to raise more questions in your mind, none of which you spoke aloud. What you did do was allow him to turn both of your hands over so that your palms faced the sky. Kylo set his fingers on the heel of your hand, trailed them upwards until the tips of his middle fingers were on yours. Your gaze was locked onto his even as goosebumps formed along your flesh. His teeth did not pierce your flesh on this occurrence, but instead there were tendrils of dark power that traveled down the lengths of his arms to his fingers until they located your fingers. Three on each hand were wrapped by that energy after blood began to spill from the tiny incisions that had been made.

 You winced at the sting and held your breath. Seeing magic at work was something you had previously believed was an experience you would never have, not like this. Nothing aside from the curse that stole so many lives and souls. Now you were becoming a part of—it was something, although you could not name it. A spell? No, this was different. A sort of ritual that would have a long lasting impact on your life. You wished that Kylo would be more upfront as to what that would be, however you had already agreed to do this.

 He claimed that he was trusting you, and you believed him. This faerie prince that had been betrayed, been manipulated, he had saved your life and soul. You wanted to repay that debt.

 The tendrils of darkness twisted around, piercing Kylo’s fingers and drawing blood that flowed down the lengths of that darkness until the red mixed with yours. Those mingled droplets of blood thinned out, draping over your fingers then wrapping around. You furrowed your brow when the blood began to take shape. Threads. Red threads at that, not unlike the ones that attached you to Kylo and Ben. Now six more were formed.

 “Their fate tied to yours,” Kylo said. You jerked your gaze back up to his face. He remained concentrated on the ritual. Now a new source of power crawled from him. It radiated warmth that had you thinking of Ben. Light magic? You assumed that to be the case. “Their lives in your hands.”

 The warm power turned golden and it, too, thinned into strands of thread. These strands wound around the six red threads. You mouthed the words that Kylo had spoken and took into consideration the fact that this ritual was attaching to you six new lives, the lives and fates of the Knights of Ren. He was trusting you with them. They would protect you as much as you would protect them.

 Four of the threads remained slack save for where they encircled your fingers. The remaining two tightened. You felt pressure that preceded tugs, as though there were individuals on the other end using the threads to locate you. Not once did you look away from Kylo to seek out the approaching individuals.

 There was no dramatic gust of wind, however there were bootsteps that began to grow in volume. One set then two. Another of the threads grew taut, a fourth. The fifth and sixth tightened simultaneously. The threads tugged in different directions. You listened to the six approaching faeries while continuing to lock gazes with Kylo. Clanks of metal echoed along with the footsteps. You assumed these sounds belonged to whatever weapons the Knights of Ren possessed aside from their own dark magics. Again did the urge to peek at the approaching fairies arise in you, and again did you successfully resist.

 “Don’t be afraid.” You swallowed thickly at his words; he had spoken them just two nights before. If he had been anyone else, you would have felt foolish for trusting him as much as you did in so short a time. If anything, he was trusting you more.

 “I’m not,” you said in answer, and you felt proud upon realizing that you spoke the truth. Fear had stopped clawing at you since you had kissed him. That may be temporary, but you would accept this sense of peace for however long it did last.

 The first of the dark faeries drew within line of your peripheral vision. The Knight of Ren wore armor not dissimilar in style to what Kylo possessed to include a helmet that covered their face. The second Knight was no different, and so you were unsurprised to learn that each of the other four were much the same. There were subtle differences, namely in their helmets, and when you at last allowed yourself a better look, you drank in those unique aspects. Along with their differing helmets, their weapons varied and you assumed that their choices spoke much of their personalities. Unless it was a faerie thing to have their specialties chosen by another when they were younger, when they first began training as a Knight of Ren.

 You would have felt like an outsider amongst these seven if not for the threads that connected you to them, if not for the slumbering Ben in your pocket. There was instead a sense of belonging. It was quite similar to the kinship you had with Rey. Your thoughts turning to her momentarily, you wondered what she might have suggested in this situation. She would have stood by your side had she been present.

 I’m not alone in this. The thought made your throat feel thick. You swallowed, allowed yourself time to think of Rose and even the syragh named Finn. Without their support, you would have been struggling more than you were.

 “What answers are most pertinent to our survival?”

 Your gaze once more darted about the six gathered Knights of Ren while you considered the question that Kylo had posed. You had countless questions, how could you know which were unimportant in the grand scheme of things? In that silence, you closed your eyes and tried to work through the events of the past few nights. Your eyelids were heavy. It was with effort that you reopened your eyes to meet Kylo’s stare.

 “Does the succubus know what I am?” One of the Knights turned their head in Kylo’s direction. A second and third did as well while the remaining three did not avert their gazes from you.

 He pressed his wings more tightly against his body. “She has her suspicions, yet I doubt she realizes what you are.” A small part of you had hoped that he would let slip the revelation, a name, something to answer the more selfish questions. He closed the distance between your body and his. You felt your body warm at his close proximity; even with an audience, he was not shy. “Phasma is no fool. Inserting herself into this situation would go against her survival instincts.”

 There was a pregnant pause before you spoke again. “What are their names?” You cleared your throat just as Kylo parted his lips. Looking to the first Knight, you repeated your inquiry, altering it slightly so that it was more personal. “What’s your name?”

 He took a step back, which tugged on the braided thread that attached the pair of you. “Cardo.”

 You twisted at the waist to repeat your question to the next Knight, moving around in a circle as you were offered their names. Kuruk. Trudgen. Vicrul. Ap’lek. Ushar. They were each male from what you could tell, and every one of them had not offered additional information. Vicrul had taken a step forward rather than in retreat. Ushar had tilted his head while saying his name. Ap’lek had toyed with the weapon in his hand. Trudgen and Kuruk had been more casual, rolling their shoulders and shrugging respectively. They were unbothered by your presence, as though it was normal to be so close to a human.

 Half human, you reminded yourself. “Thank you.” It would have been rude to not express gratitude that they had been somewhat forthcoming. You looked to Kylo, discovering that his expression was bemused. “What?”

 “You still haven’t guessed.” As though it was obvious. “I offered a hint. I gave a name.”

“When?” His eyes pinched in the corners, and you knew instantly that he would not elaborate on that. At least not yet. He was having too much fun watching you squirm. You huffed, rolled your eyes, and returned to the other matter. “How long does this ritual last for?”

 You would be willing to repeat it, however you first wanted more information. If it was only a few hours, planning out when and where to give him your blood was imperative to ensure higher chances of success.

 “It can weaken, however the connection will not fade entirely unless fulfilled or severed.” It was Ushar that spoke to you, and you faced him. Grateful, you nodded and thought on that. Fulfilled; you imagined that this had to do with the red thread of fate. Severed, then, would deal with the golden thread of life. You did not want to think about that. If severing equated to death then...no. Best not go there.

 You felt for Ben, encouraged by the way he rolled over in his sleep towards your fingers. Sleep. How you were beginning to crave such rest. You removed your hand from the sprite and covered your mouth to shield your yawn from view. There was no time for rest, you told yourself. Not yet at least. The Knights of Ren would first need to know how it was that they could help. Otherwise you would be giving Snoke and his minions and even larger lead. This train of thought reminded you of the imp king.

 Kylo nodded in approval when you mentioned Armitage Hux’s actions. That was indeed a question that required answers before a full gameplan could be made. If Armitage was willing to be a temporary ally, you would use that. It was not as though you weren’t expecting an eventual betrayal.

 “She’s exhausted.” You believed that Cardo spoke those words, although it may have been Kuruk. This was difficult to know for certain when you were busily hiding another yawn behind your hand.

 “Hmm.” Kylo placed a hand on your shoulder and steered you towards a tree, where he had sit in its shade. You did not fight him though a part of you wanted to. The exhaustion truly was getting the better of you. “Rest. I will wake you once I speak with the Knights.” There would be much to tell them; they did not yet know of the situation with Phasma,not in full. Nor did they know what had transpired with Snoke’s red armored guards.

 You would allow him time to speak with the six other faeries while you napped. It was what you needed; you were not a child that would fight against your body’s basic needs. Rest while you could. Who knew when you would be on the run again?

 “Fine,” you murmured, curling onto your side so as to keep Ben safe from being squished. You idly wondered if Kylo would speak to the Knights about his lighter half, or if they already knew about the sprite. Perhaps they had just as many questions as you did. You doubted it, yet the thought made you smile and allowed you to peacefully drift off into unconsciousness.

[bloodroseknight]

8, rosegarden, white knight, combat goggles, blacksun, renora, snowbird, and phoenix (Tai x Raven) in one whole story P.S. Please take your time to make my request

So sorry this took so long. The holidays were completely crazy. So Mistletoe schinanigans it is. Sorry, each part won’t be very long as I don’t have much energy to write a full and proper story with everyone but this will still be cute I hope. Enjoy!

Rosegarden

Oscar shuffled his feet from where he stood in the doorway. Maybe it was just vain hope that someone else would stop under the mistletoe, or rather hope a red-hooded huntress would stop, but he waited patiently for a partner to appear in the door next to him. 

“Hey, you know the party is in the living room right?” 

Oscar could feel his heart race in his chest as he peeked behind the fringe of his bangs to see Ruby standing there and holding a tray of cookies to take from the kitchen where her father was baking to the rest of the party with their friends and family in the living room. 

“Yeah, I just umm– you know I thought maybe– uh– it’s just–… yeah I’ll head in in just a second.” Oscar sighed in defeat. It wasn’t any use. He wasn’t the kind of jerk to force something as silly as a mistletoe kiss who obviously didn’t think of him that way. 

“Alright,” Ruby said with a bright smile. “By the way…” 

Oscar had turned his head away in embarrassment, but at the sound of Ruby starting a question, he looked at her, causing her attempt at a subtle kiss on the cheek to turn into a full-blown kiss on the lips. 

Both jumped at the sudden peck on the lips. Ruby scrambling to not drop her tray as they heard the cries of “about time” and “get it Ruby”’s from the living room. 

“There was mistletoe,” Ruby mumbled then, her head tucked down before she scrambled back into the living room leaving Oscar with a dumbstruck look on his face. 

God did he love Mistletoe. 

White Knight

Weiss and Jaune were the next victims of Tai’s expertly placed Mistletoe that was between the door to the living room and kitchen. Jaune had agreed to make a drink run for his teammates, who were snuggled close on the couch, while Weiss was returning from putting empty plates of food in the kitchen. 

The two had almost crashed into each other as they met at the doorway. Or as much of a crash as the six-foot giant meeting the barely over five-foot heiress could cause. 

“Ouch,” Weiss cried out softly, not even loud enough to anyone to hear. 

“Sorry,” Jaune mumbled in return. However, while the collision itself was ignored, the sight of the two trying to get around each other was not. 

“Come on you two, you know the rules!” Yang yelled at them with her usually chipper demeanor. 

“Yeah, come on and give us a show!” Nora yelled as well which caused Ren to grab her tightly around the waist to prevent her from knocking over or breaking Tai’s furniture. 

“Whatever, as if,” Weiss huffed back at them, her pale cheeks rosy at the idea. Jaune who thought it was cute and had his judgment impaired by the desire for sleep just rolled his eyes. 

“Whatever is right Ice Queen,” Jaune said before bending down to give her a peck on the cheek. 

Needless to say, Weiss was a stuttering and blushing mess for the rest of the night. 

Combat Goggles

Yang hadn’t taken a page out of Oscar’s book to discretely wait in the stop. No, that just wasn’t Yang’s style. She radiated the confidence she had earned back and she wasn’t ever going to let it slip away from her again. Life was too short for that. 

“Hey Neptune, you mind coming here for a second?” She asked as she coaxed him over by the door. 

She watched as the blue-haired boy looked to Sun and they two shrugged at each other before Neptune rose to his feet and headed over to where Yang was standing in the door frame. 

“What’s up?” He asked as he cocked his head to the side like a confused pup. 

Without hesitation or response, Yang pulled him close and dipped him at the waist. Kissing him firmly on the lips which earned a raw of applause from the onlookers that she could hear ringing in her ears. 

Neptune was equally as cheeky back though, as he quickly added tongue to the equation. 

“Get a room you two,” Sun called at them while someone else, Yang assumed was Ruby or Weiss, threw a rolled-up paper towel wad at them. 

The two sat up straight then laughing. 

“You could have just asked,” Neptune whispered to her as they moved to sit next to each other on the floor. 

“Yeah, but it’s not nearly as entertaining that way. 

Black Sun

Sun had about the same level of subtlety as Yang and Nora… which was none. He had his tail wrapped around her waist and was snuggled up to her most of the night. 

So when she decided to go to the kitchen he simply just followed. He let her go first on the way in, to create a false sense of security. But on the way out he quickly grabbed her by the waist with his tail once more and spun her into his with enough speed to make her see stars. 

He knew she would be too embarrassed for something like a kiss on lips so instead, he gave her a kiss on the forehead. He could still feel her ears perk up in an alert manner before melting into a much softer position. 

When Sun pulled back he could see her soft golden eyes and the love they felt for each other was enough to make his chest squeeze. 

Subtle he was not, but boy was he smooth. 

Renora

Nora had been dying for a kiss all night. However, whenever she went to the kitchen Ren wouldn’t follow. Every time Ren was going to go to the kitchen, Jaune stepped in and offered to do it for them. Honestly, she was about to break his legs if he offered to get them a drink one more time. 

After watching Yang and Sun though, Nora’s wheels in her head started to turn. 

“Ren honey do you mind coming to the kitchen with me?” 

“What for?” 

Nora’s eye twitched. 

“Can’t you just come with me?”

“But for what reason? We have food and snacks. If you wanted to talk we would go outside or upstairs not in the kitchen cause that’s where Tai, Qrow, and Winter decided they were going to be. So why the kitchen?” 

“Because I want a kiss under the mistletoe that’s why!” Nora snapped back with a pout. Screw romantic and subtle she was going to be as blunt as her hammer. 

Ren however smiled. 

“I thought you would never ask.” 

She beamed at him and all but jumped into his arms as they kissed under the mistletoe long enough to earn protest from the others. 

Yeah, she wasn’t as subtle or smooth as the other, but Ren liked her that way so that was the way she was staying. 

Snowbird

After about the fifth incident of mistletoe kissing by the door, Winter was starting to get irritated. They were much too old for such silly superstitions about kissing under the mistletoe and she was about to get up and take down the stupid bit of dead plant when a voice stopped her. 

“Where do you think you’re going?” 

Winter growled at the voice. The voice of Qrow Branwen. The bain of her existence. 

“To take down that ridiculous plant, it’s silly to even have it up in the first place.” 

“Last I checked this was Tai’s house and he can decorate however he wants,” Qrow snapped back with his logic that she hated she couldn’t argue. “Besides it’s not hurting anyone. The kids are having fun with it. Leave it be, they deserve that fun.” 

“The fun is childish.” 

“They’re barely not children.” 

The two started moving to the door as they argued, not even realizing it much how they always seemed to move on their own as they fought. 

“Hey, old married couple.” 

“What?” The two snapped at Tai, both hating how they responded to the name. 

“You’re standing in the doorway.” 

The two looked up and sure enough, they were under the same mistletoe that had started the petty argument in the first place. Winter flushed. 

“Well, if we’re married guess I should give my wife a kiss.” 

“Don’t you dare.” Winter snapped but it was too late. 

It was too late. Qrow had her in a headlock and left a sloppy and slobbery kiss on her cheek that still managed to make her head do a flip. The kids all laughed except Weiss who looked mortified at her sister while Ruby had a disgruntled look as she offered up five liens to Yang who was grinning. 

Qrow walked away then and Winter ducked her head as she took her seat again.

Maybe they were the childish ones who should stop picking fights with their crushes. 

Pheonix 

It was late and Tai was doing dishes when Raven showed up, unannounced as usual. The others had all went to sleep ages ago. 

“What are you doing here Rae?” He asked eyes just tired as he looked at his ex-lover, doing his best to ignore the sting in his chest when he looked at her. 

“I just wanted to drop off a Christmas gift for Yang was all.” 

“You never years before.” It wasn’t so much a statement as much as an accusation. 

“I know that,” Raven snapped back, the pain of her previous choices haunting her expression. “She doesn’t have to open it. And I know I have no right to… but I…” 

Tai knew where she was going. How she was trying to word it. 

“She’s better than I ever was or will be.” 

Raven dashed into the living room then quickly to leave her gift. And Tai followed to watch her leave a small gift under the tree that was addressed to Yang with no notion of who it was from. But Tai knew Yang would know who it was from. He wondered if she would open it. 

“I’ll be on my way then,” Raven said as she made a dash for the door. Likely so she could fly further away for someone to sleep for the night and watch from a window as a bird the next morning. 

“Rae,” Tai said as he grabbed her hand and stopped her under the mistletoe. Both were vaguely aware of its existence but neither said anything. 

“You’re better then you think,” Tai said before lifting her hand to his lips and leaving a gentle kiss on her knuckles.   

“Thank you,” she breathed as almost a whisper before vanishing out the door and into the night. 

They were a long way from any kind of relationship, but at least it was a start. 

[artificialqueens]

Gold Dust Woman Ch. 3 (Shalaska) - Citrus

A/N: sorry for taking so long to update this, and i’m sorry it’s so short! i’m actually a lot further along than you’d think ;) special thanks to kacie (pureCAMP) for betaing!! <3

Once their stop came, Sharon led Alaska through the apartment building lobby and into the elevator, where they ascended to reach a long hallway. Stopping in front of an apartment numbered 441, the witch got out her keys and unlocked the door, pushing it open. “Take my hand,” she requested, holding it out to Alaska. The blonde took it tentatively, and Sharon pulled her inside, shutting the door behind them. “Sorry. Protection spells. Can’t remember if I made a barrier or not, but it’s touch activated ‘cause I’m lazy. As long as you’re touching me, you can get through.”

The interior was nowhere near as nondescript as the front door; from what Alaska could see, there were books and crystals strewn on almost every surface, and the smell of incense hung thickly in the air. None of those things surprised her; what surprised her was that Sharon’s apartment was big, much bigger than Alaska’s own. To be fair, Alaska worked at a minimum wage job and got bar gigs when she could, but still; Sharon’s apartment was nice, much nicer than Alaska could ever afford, but it was also homey and gave off a welcoming energy. She’d obviously gone to great lengths to make the space feel more natural and earthy, and by Alaska’s judgement she’d succeeded.

Sharon had put up tapestries over the walls– not the white-girl mandala ones you could get anywhere, but ones that depicted pentacles, the sun, the moon, crystal balls, and all sorts of symbols and pictures that Alaska didn’t recognize or understand. There were candles on almost every flat surface, all different shapes and sizes and colors, and jars the contents of which Alaska couldn’t even begin to identify. It was reminiscent of Dead Dandelion in terms of its dim, warmly-lit atmosphere and decor, but something about the apartment was much more authentically… Sharon.

“Your place is really cool,” Alaska mumbled, unsure of what else to say. Sharon grinned, giving her hand a squeeze.

“Aw, thanks, doll.” She dropped Alaska’s hand to scoop up the white-and-black cat rubbing at her legs, and Alaska recognized it as the same one that had been with her at the ren faire. “Hi, baby boy!” she cooed, scratching behind the cat’s ears and kissing the top of its head. “This is Cerrone,” she said to Alaska, cradling the animal in her arms. “He’s my familiar, he helps me with spellwork. Well, when he’s in the mood to.” She chuckled. “Most of the time he just sleeps or cuddles with me or yells for me to feed him.”

“He’s adorable,” Alaska smiled. Sharon kissed the top of Cerrone’s head again.

“Isn’t he just? Gods, I used to hate him, he was a scraggly stray before I took him in. I didn’t even want him to begin with, but he refused to leave and we ended up coming to an understanding, so I guess it was meant to happen.” Setting the cat down gently, Sharon took off her boots and looked in the direction of the kitchen. “Can I get you anything?”

“No, I’m good, thanks,” Alaska replied, taking off her own shoes and placing them neatly by the door. Sharon smiled at the conscientious gesture, but only when she was sure that Alaska couldn’t see.

“You’ll have to play your music for me sometime,” Sharon commented as she crossed the room to open a suitcase-shaped object. Alaska was unsurprised to see that it was a record player, but she found herself enjoying the aesthetic of it all as Sharon sat cross-legged on the floor, flicking through the albums.

“I’m really not that good,” Alaska protested, joining the witch on the floor.

“I’m sure that’s not true,” Sharon waved her off.

Alaska laughed nervously. “No, really,” she insisted, “I don’t want you to have, like, high expectations of me.”

“Don’t be silly, it’s not a big deal. I bet you’re wonderful.” Choosing a record from the box, Sharon slid it out of its case and placed it on the table of the record player, guiding the needle into the grooves and flicking the on-switch. Music began playing quietly from the spinning record, getting increasingly louder as Sharon fiddled with the volume knob.

Rhiannon rings like a bell through the night, and wouldn’t you love to love her? Takes to the sky like a bird in flight, and who will be her lover? All your life you’ve never seen a woman taken by the wind, Would you stay if she promised to you heaven? Will you ever win?

“Fleetwood Mac?” Alaska laughed. “Really?”

Sharon raised an eyebrow at her. “What’s wrong with Fleetwood Mac?”

Alaska shook her head, trying to stifle her giggles. “Nothing, nothing! It just doesn’t seem like you, y’know?”

“Oh don’t get me wrong, I love Manson as much as the next girl, but I grew up on Stevie. I listen to it for the vibes.” Her emphasis on the word “vibes” was accompanied by spirit fingers and a teasing grin, and Alaska giggled.

“Sure, I get it,” she grinned. “Manson does seem more like you.”

“Yeah? You’re right, Lasky, I’ve been a fan since I was ten.”

“Wow, that’s… dedicated.”

“Was that a subtle dig at my age?” Sharon teased. Alaska tipped back her head and laughed freely.

“No!”

Sharon stood up, twirling as she did so and beckoning for Alaska to join her. “C’mon, dance with me. Music feeds the soul, you should know that more than anyone.” Alaska stumbled to her feet, taking the hand that Sharon offered and letting the witch spin her around.

“Do you do this often?” she asked as they danced, moving in time to the music.

“What, the dancing? Not as often as I’d like to,” Sharon said truthfully. “And I’m usually piss-drunk in a dark club when I get to have a pretty girl on my arm.” Her teasing smile made Alaska blush as the witch twirled her under her arm.

They danced to two or three songs on the record, twirling and laughing together as if they’d known one another for a lifetime. Sharon’s energy when she was in her own home was overwhelmingly content and joyful, so different from the mysterious and reserved personality she’d shown at the faire. She was remarkably sweet, teaching Alaska new dance moves and showing her how they could be used to cast spells. When Sharon placed her hands on her waist from behind to help her through the movements, Alaska completely forgot to concentrate on the dance, fixating on Sharon’s solid, guiding touch.

“Intention, Alaska,” the witch reminded her. “Think about what you’re trying to do, what you’re trying to accomplish.” Alaska nodded, letting Sharon guide her through the steps one more time before the blonde huffed in frustration.

“I don’t think I can do it,” she apologized. Sharon shrugged, slowing her movements to a gentle sway.

“That’s okay, honey, it’s not always easy. I just liked dancing with you.”

Alaska smiled. “Me too. It was really nice.” Sharon smiled as she continued to dance, replicating the complex pattern she’d been trying to teach Alaska, the steps coming naturally to her. Alaska watched as she finished her invisible circle and stood in the middle of it, a glowing ball of light appearing between her hands before seemingly being absorbed into her chest.

“Gods, I needed that,” Sharon grinned, shaking her hair out. Alaska gawked.

“What- how did you do that? Was that what magic looks like?”

“It’s not a regular effect of magic use,” Sharon said with a quiet chuckle. “Witches from magical bloodlines can do magic that most other witches can’t do. It’s exceptionally rare, but possible. Here, let me show you.” She offered her hands to Alaska, sitting cross-legged on the floor. Alaska sat down as well, taking Sharon’s hands cautiously. “Trust me, okay?”

Alaska nodded wordlessly, and Sharon closed her eyes. It only took a few moments for Alaska to feel the same warmth traveling through her body, but this time its source was the place where her hands connected with Sharon’s. She gasped softly, feeling inexplicably good. When she opened her eyes, there was a warm glow radiating from Alaska’s hands, and her whole body. Alaska’s eyes met Sharon’s, and the witch’s pupils were blown, her irises shining with the same golden light that radiated from Alaska’s body. The glow dulled in her eyes when they made eye contact, but the warmth in Alaska’s body remained even after Sharon pulled her hands away.

“That’s… amazing,” Alaska whispered, feeling inexplicably energized and calm at the same time.

“You like that?” Sharon chuckled, standing up. “Raja taught me how to do it.”

“If Raja taught you how to do that, I can’t wait to meet her,” Alaska grinned.

Sharon just laughed, getting up to snatch a large purple crystal off of a table. Collapsing back onto the floor, she held the crystal tightly against her chest for a few moments, silent except for her increasingly steady breathing. Alaska watched her, admiring the way her dark lashes fluttered and trying– and failing– not to pay too much attention to her lips. Looking up at Alaska suddenly, Sharon grinned. “You were staring at me,” she said simply, a reaction to Alaska’s look of surprise.

Alaska flushed deeply, her heart racing. “I- How did you-”

The witch chuckled. “I’m clairvoyant, Lasky. Surely you noticed by now?”

“Clairvoyant?”

“Well, only a little. Nothing like Max, she’s far better at seeing than I am. But I inherited my mother’s powers. I can see without seeing, darling, or rather I can sense. I don’t need to look at you to know where you’re looking, how your body is reacting… What you’re feeling…” Her voice was low, and Alaska flushed as Sharon’s blue eyes zeroed in on her and the witch gestured to her lap, putting the crystal aside. “Come here, baby,” she purred.

I’ve been searching for a pot of gold Like the kind you find at the end of the rainbow

Alaska climbed gently into her lap, trying her best not to hurt the witch. Sharon chuckled at her efforts, squeezing the soft flesh of Alaska’s thighs and making her squeal. She guided Alaska’s lips to her own with a steady hand on her cheek, kissing her softly. Alaska tangled her fingers in Sharon’s black curls, slipping her tongue between the witch’s parted lips and deepening the kiss.

I’ve been dreaming, thought it was in vain Ah, but now you’re here, can’t believe that you’re back again Now I know I can’t lose, as long as you follow

Alaska’s hips rocked against Sharon’s in time with the music echoing from the record player, and Sharon broke the kiss to lay Alaska on her back on the soft carpet. Sharon knelt between her thighs, kissing her lips again and sighing into the younger woman’s mouth as Alaska whimpered beneath her. Brown eyes fluttered open, making eye contact with Sharon’s and giving her a relaxed smile. Sharon smiled in return, pressing a kiss to Alaska’s temple before capturing her lips once more.

Now I know I can’t lose, as long as you follow I’m gonna win, I’m gonna beg, steal, or borrow As long as you follow

“Mm, Sharon,” Alaska whimpered as the witch kissed down her neck. “Please…”

“Shhh, shhh,” Sharon cooed in her ear. “We have all the time in the world.”

“What about your ritual?” Alaska remembered suddenly, breaking out of her haze. Sharon bolted up with a start, sitting on Alaska’s thighs and checking the time on her phone.

“Shit, you’re right. If I don’t leave right now I’m gonna be late.” She stood up, hurriedly smoothing down her hair and making sure her lipstick was intact. “I don’t suppose you wanna come?” she asked apologetically. Alaska laughed, letting Sharon pull her to her feet as well.

“Let’s go.”

[thenihilistofthevoid]

Chapter Plays

(A starter for @the-winter-dork-rp expanding on the hologram room idea)

He knew they were planning to use the hologram room for some recreation time since they’d been saving up for a while. Saburo had politely excused himself since he wanted to give his lovers, Steve and Bucky a nice surprise. He’d written this scenario based off of the old chapter plays they used to do back in the 1950s, having first encountered them on Star Trek Voyager.

“Initiating Simulation.” The computer said as Steve and Bucky walked in, the area looked to be in a mountainous region with a crashed plane nearby. Steve was in his 1940′s Captain America Uniform with his Shield and Bucky was in his Howling Commandos uniform although he retained the serum and metal arm, with all their equipment being replaced with the equivalent from that time period or simply removed if it was too modern to have anything comparable.

A holographic screen appeared overhead with an orchestral accompaniment. “The Adventures of Captain America! Chapter 1, The Abduction of Constance Goodheart. Having been shot down over Northern Japan following the black box signal from the diplomatic aircraft Righetous after being shot down, Capain America and his constant companion, Bucky Barnes are continuing to trace the distress signal coming from the computerized briefcase containing the new algerbraic nuclear launch codes for America’s defense system, it and the 12 people she was carrying, including Captain America’s personal secretary, Constance Goodheart have gone missing, an act which has been linked to Professor Ren Suzugamori, a mad scientist and genius in computers and robotics. Can she and the codes be saved in time or will the nefarious Professor achieve his goals?”

The screen, music and narration ended as another character, Private Johnson who was wearing a World War 2 American Uniform came running over. “Captain, I- The man was quickly shot down with a blue energy beam by a towering machine that looked like a cross between a computer and a tank.

“Biometric scan completed, targets confirmed. Initiating transmission.” The machine said in a very robotic voice as magnetic tape reels on it’s side whirred and lights flashed, the central light on it’s body showing another holographic screen although the picture had static, showing the imperfect technology.

“Good evening, Captain America. How nice of you and Sergeant Barnes to drop in like this.” Saburo stated, wearing his black leather trenchcoat, leather trousers and boots and his red top, his hair deliberately chaotic. He was clearly playing the part of the mad professor and enjoying every minute of it. “I’m afraid I have Miss Goodheart right here. She’s being most uncooperative about telling me the nuclear launch codes so I’ve had to subject her to the enhanced interrogation ray. At setting 3 the pain is like being burnt, or so the rest of the aircraft crew have told me and setting 6 causes people to shake for several minutes afterwards. It works by stimulating certain nerve receptors with thermic radiation. But I think a demonstration would be most effective.” He stated, turning the camera to a woman strapped down to a medical table, Constance Goodheart was clearly little more than a fictionalized version of Peggy Carter with some changes like being taller, thinner with blonde hair and blue eyes and significantly less personality, clearly a parody of how women were portrayed in action films of the time.

“Give me the access codes.” Saburo demanded, remaining in character. She shook her head and struggled. “Pity. Setting 7...” The mad professor stated, turning a dial n the side before pulling the lever, causing her to scream as she was engulfed in waves of scarlet energy. “I’d love to stay and chat but it might be best not to leave dear, sweet Constance under there too long, she might roast nicely if left unattended. Goodbye, Captain.” He stated, laughing maniacally over the screaming before the transmission ended.

“Computer, pause simulation.” The same voice was heard as the holographic area dissolved, Saburo walking over to the two with a smile on his face. “Did I do good?” He asked.