#and then i hear little movement noises and look down in the crack and BAM there it is

[aro-aizawa]

oh i am being SO brave right now.

[queenofnohr]

Twisted Wonderland Event: Scary Monsters - Episode 4-8

Dreamwidth link here.

Episode 4-8: Get Out

-Alchemy Workshop - Chemical Storage-

???: You seem to be troubled…… Man A & B: Crap!!

*step*……

Man A: W- Who are you? Are you a Night Raven College student? Azul: Indeed. I’m also in charge of managing this area. Inside the aquarium is a merman with quite the history. You are free to study him, however…… I must insist that you do not provoke him. There’s no way of knowing if he’ll curse you or not. Man A: He has “quite the history”……? Azul: Yes……

Azul: If you didn’t know…… Long ago, the rare mummies of merfolk were considered priceless treasures. It is said they could instantly mend broken bones, erase scars, act as an antipyretic, cure abdominal pain…… They were believed to be a miracle drug that could cure any and all ailments. Of course, this is all just superstition, nothing but a silly story. However, naturally, the merfolk who had been turned into mummies resented humans…… It is only when they became vicious ghosts and began taking their revenge that those incorrigible humans realized the error of their ways…… They were able to trap the vengeful ghost of this merman within this magical aquarium and barely retain their lives. Never damage this aquarium. In order to uphold that singular rule passed down through the academy, we…… Handle it strictly! With the utmost care! Without leaving even a single fingerprint! ……We are extraordinarily careful with it.

Man B: W- Wow~ I-i-is that so~...... Man A: Um…… What if, hypothetically speaking...... What would happen if the aquarium was scratched? Azul: Then the magic seal on the aquarium would be broken. Though it was suppressed once before, the ghost’s resentment is deeply rooted. Merfolk are still looking for opportunities to take their revenge. Their number one objective is to siphon life-force from humans so that they may be revived. If, by chance, the aquarium was damaged and the seal was broken…… Everyone here would be drained of their life-force until they’re empty, dried-up husks…… We’d become mummies ourselves! Man A: Ah- Ahaha! There’s no way! You’re totally trying to pull a fast one on us, dude! (......He is joking, right?) Man B: (But…… Maybe it’s just ‘cause it’s Halloween, but I think he might be serious…...) (And…… Look at the way he’s looking straight at us! Does it look like he’s lying?) Azul: Oya? The color has completely drained from your faces; are you feeling alright? Man A & B: Well…… Azul: You have no reason to worry, I assure you! The merman’s ghost will not be revived unless the aquarium is scratched…… WHAT’S THIS!?!? There’s a crack in the aquarium! How on earth did this happen!? Man A & B: Errrr…… Azul: No— did you do this? Man A: I- It’s not what you think! The selfie stick moved all by itself! That’s how it got hit…… Octavinelle Student A: Oh? A selfie stick? Do you really think that excuse would work? Octavinelle Student B: The use of selfie sticks is prohibited here. How do you plan to make up for this? Hm? Azul: What should I do— at this rate the mummy will be revived……

Bang, bang……!!

Man A: Uwah! It started to move!? Man B: I- It really is a merman! That means he was being serious before!? Floyd: Get me out of here!! I know you can hear me! Get me out! I have to get out! GETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGET OUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUT GETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUTGETOUT Get me out………………

BANG!!!!

Floyd: GET ME OUT!!!!!!!!!!!! Man A & B: UWAH————! Someone calm him down———! Azul: Please calm yourselves. If we can restore the aquarium……

*the lights go out*

Man B: Gyah! What the hell!? A power outage!?

*the lights come back*

Azul: Ah! The merman isn’t in the aquarium! Man A: No way…… He was floating there just a second ago! Azul: We’re too late…… Octavinelle Student A: I’m sure he escaped. He must be lurking in the dark, looking to target us! Azul: Let’s leave this room at once. At this rate, we’ll all become mummies...... ???: Ughhhhh…… Urghhhhh…… Man B: Wh- What was that!? That noise!? Man A: It sounded like someone groaning……

*the lights go out*

Azul: AHHHHHHHH!!!

*lights come on*

Octavinelle Students A & B: D- DORM LEADER————! Octavinelle Student B: The Dorm Leader got turned into a mummy! Someone, please, hurry and call a professor! Even another Dorm Leader is fine— we’ve lost control of the situation......! Man A: Huh! What!? Who cares about that— we need to get outta here! ???: it hURtS…… waTEr…… giVe me wATer……

*lights go out*

Octavinelle Students A & B: UWAH~~~! No, please, I don’t want to be a mummy! SOMEONE SAVE ME~~~！

BAM! SLAM! SMASH!

Man A: Another power outage!? I can’t see anything! What’s going on!? Man B: I can’t take this anymore! This all happened ‘cause you used the selfie stick! Man A: Didn’t you say it’d be fine if we were careful!? This isn’t something you can blame a person for!

*lights come back on*

???: Humans…… There are humans here…… Jade: This thirst…… it hurts…… I’ll give you a taste of this too! Man A: GYAAAAAAH!! Man B: I- IT’S THE MUMMY! IT REALLY GOT OUT!! Azul: Urgh…… Urghhh…… Man B: Eek! It’s that guy from before! He’s a mummy! Man A: Eh, wait a minute…… But he was just beside me...... Jade: Heh…… Thank you very much for breaking my seal. Man A: He has the same face as the merman who disappeared from the aquarium! He’s really a vicious merman ghost!? S- Someone save us! Please, mister, you have to get us out of here! Azul: Urgh…… Ughhh…… Jade: It’s futile. He’s already my puppet. He’ll do anything I command. Isn’t that right? Azul: Urghhhhh…… Jade: Would you kindly cross your arms? Azul: Uagh. Jade: Now, sing for me— Azul: La~♪ Jade: And do a little dance, won’t you? Azul: !? ……Ugh. Jade: …...How about that. You understand now, don’t you? Man A: It’s true…… Even though there’s not even any music, he’s dancing all by himself! This is way too creepy! Man B: And those sluggish movements with no rhythm…… He’s definitely being manipulated by the mummy. Jade: Fufufu…… But this is still far from the suffering I endured. I was dragged up onto land, wrapped in bandages, with nothing to do but wait for my body to dry out, day after day…… Azul: Aughhhhhh……Uraghhhhh——! Jade: I lamented just as you do now, but no one came to save me. I suffered immensely. I vowed to take revenge even if I became a ghost. So, I’m very grateful to you for letting me out. Man A: Th- Then you’ll let us go……!? Jade: Rather than that, I’ll give you my deepest thanks! Man B: Your thanks……? Jade: Indeed. As thanks…… I’ll let you join us! BOO! Man A: AHHHHHHHH!! I can’t see in front of me. Wh- What is this! Bandages are wrapping around me! Azul: BOO! Man B: Let me go———!!

-

Episode 4-7 ← → Episode 4-9

[lilredbird101]

Lucio Headcannon-turned-Oneshot ~Support~

Imagine if you will (some of you wont have to) that feeling you get in your gut, that something isn’t right, and no matter how much you rationalise it, you know it’s going to stay there... For a while... Then it starts to infect your every day, every moment. Every movement or noise you make, however mouse-like feels like a monstrous mistake that other will undoubtedly judge you on. You can see it in their eyes. Maybe not. But YOU can SEE it.

This is how it felt in the Palace. Like you were the most abnormal creature in here. And when you’re surrounded by demons, risen dead, magicians, and other Archaic things, that just rubs pure salt rocks into road rash.

You missed your family. Your friends. You missed the love and the gentle reminders of it in a passing touch or outright hold. The most physical contact with another sentient creature you’d had recently was with those two lovely snow white pooches of the Count.

You were passing the parlor when Mercedes had trotted away from her company within. She paused when she saw you then hurried her pace to catch up, quickly followed by her kin. Within moments they had surrounded your legs, sat on your feet and wouldn’t move until you’d bent down and scratched their wispy heads. This was quickly rewarded by many a face lick. It was as if each drag of their tongues painted the corners of your lips higher until small giggles and serotonin began to flow. You paused, before quickly taking both the pups into your arms. Their necks settled on your shoulders and you three stayed there for a good few moments, charging your energies.

You knew you would be wearing that smile for the rest of the morning, and set on your way quick enough to avoid any perplexed, sneering attentions. You shouldn’t have worried though. It’s not like anyone was anyone around... Or like anyone would care...

Everyone here was wound tighter than piano wire; so hung up on stature, power, appearances, their own duplicitous endeavors that you knew, at least you thought you did, that asking for help would ruin the minuscule image of yourself that you’d fought tooth and claw to build up within these wretched circles.

That why you found yourself, burying yourself deeper into the blankets and pillows you’d arranged near the window, clutching the last of your wine in your hand and trying desperately to calm your wrenching sobs.

It was far later than it should be for you, but you found yourself staying up later and later now, unable to sleep. Just wanting to be held. The weight of the blankets felt real enough for now, you supposed. You could hear a servant or maybe two muttering in the halls. The hour of it should have made you stop to ponder, but you just wanted your glass filled. You’d decided to take a leaf from Valerius’ book as of late, and though you missed the tea you usually drank, alcohol seemed to numb you effectively as cliche as it sounded... It wasn’t as good as your mother’s home brew though...

Another tiny sob squeezed through your pipes.

There was a knock on the door.

You quickly dried your eyes, “Come in.” You scolded yourself for letting your voice crack. The door creaked open. It was one of the maids. A woman her age could have had several children and them, their own, but her face still held the hard vigor of a young lady.

“Evening madam--” she began, though you knew that it was so late it could be early, “--, you asked for some tea to be sent for you.” She presented the small, steaming pot brewing on a tray with it’s partner vessel.

You were too tired to be pleasant, “No, I did not.”

The plainness did not even catch the young woman off guard, “Well, whomever called for it, it’s here for them now”. She glanced at the empty bottle and glass in your hand pointedly, “May I take those for you madam?”.

There were only the dregs left. You nodded, “Yes, you may, thank you,” you almost looked guilty when you passed them to her, “That’ll be all.”

She gave a modest bow before turning with a curt stride, but she stopped at the door as if listening to her thoughts. She turned to face you, her voice becoming more gentle than a chicken’s plumage. “And if I may say so, madam, a cool compress, glass of water and a good night’s sleep will remove those red, puffy eyes before the morning.”

Your blush would have hidden any stand-out irritation around your swollen peepers, “You may... Thank you.”

Another nod, and she was gone.

You’d followed the maid’s advice and it worked a treat. She must have been sent by a guardian angel, because the tea sent you straight to the Land of Nod, and the suggestions removed most of the redness and volume from your under-eye. To anyone else, it would have looked merely like a restless night, and thank whatever God for that, because you had been called upon.

As you approached the balcony that led to the gardens, you spied the Count, as expected, sitting down to a simple lunch. Much more simple than his usual feasts. In fact, you would say it was almost folksy. Bread, cheese, simple fruits and sliced meats. You didn’t know what was in the cups yet, but you were ashamed to say that you almost wanted a little wine.

The Count could be said to look calm in that moment. You could say the same for yourself, only you knew that it was because you were still too tired from your pity-parade last night to worry too much today. To anyone but last night’s maid, you could be said to look either demure or bored out of your mind.

A grin slithered from his mouth as he saw you approach, “Aah, my guest for the morning. Please, sit.” He gestured at the wrought iron chair across from him, angled to the view. As one bordering on being a member of his court, you’d spoken with the count on multiple occasions. Though your associations mainly resided with Countess Nadia, you and he frequented each other’s company enough to skip several formalities. You noted that there were no servants to wait on you this fine morning.

There was no need to bow anymore, so you seated yourself, “Thank you, my Count--” His reaching for the bread halted.

“I’ve told you before, Petal, Lucio is just fine--” You reached for a handful of grapes.

“And I’ve told you before, Count, my own name suits me quite well.”

He grinned as he poured you both a soft sun coloured water. “Forgive me. Would you rather I call you Dirty Druid as Valerius does?”

You lifted the fine glass to your lips. It held a light chamomile taste to it. You guessed that it was some blend of tea; and quite a soothing one too. Your brow raise din appreciation to it, “Would you like me get up and leave? As a Dirty Druid I can find my own lunch well enough. Even in a garden as impractical as this.” It was then that you noted that the platter in front of you was much like what you would nosh on amid any day,

Lucio chuckled around the bread and meat in his mouth, quickly washing it down. “Look at me. Here I bring you to make you an offer and I’ve already upset the conversation.”

It was your turn to pause your collection. The Count’s eye peeked up past his lids, feigning occupation in preparing his next mouthful.

You bit into the slice of honeydew melon and crossed your legs upon the seat. “Colour me intrigued.”

He smiled; he had you hooked.

“Let’s finish this lovely spread first, then I can reveal my dastardly plans.” Your eye-roll almost groaned. You hated to wait; it made your nerves stand on end. You also didn’t know how someone could top up a glass so smugly, but this bastard someone managed to do it! You could feel your mind going overtime again...

He wanted to wind you up like a spring toy. He wanted to watch you jump. Loosen you up with a nice lunch, get you to relax and then BAM! This could all be some little prank between him and his courtiers. You didn’t know how or why, but your gut knew. It twisted in knots as you ate until you knew without a shred of doubt---

“You look stressed.” Your head flicked up. You hadn’t noticed he’d stopped eating, staring at you. You hadn’t noticed that you’d only been picking at your plate for the last 15 minutes of idle chatter.

The Count set his drink down, making to stand and reaching out for your hand, “Maybe the offer shouldn’t wait. Shall we?”

You took his hand, and followed him to wherever he was leading you, “I’m loath to think of what it is.”

“Nothing too terrifying I assure you... At least, not yet...”

He led you through the gardens to a rather secluded spot near a fountain. You’d come here often. It was far away enough from the Palace that you had your privacy to lounge in the grass, pick various plants for your dark needs (flower pressing), and you could dip your feet in the water on hot days. As you rounded the lavender you saw his faithful hounds resting under the tree, but they weren’t alone. You looked quizzically at a smirking Count next to you, but he only motioned you to go closer.

The lovely beast’s ears perked up as you got closer, almost running to you, but staying quite calm around the box they protected which was in no way too small. Sitting down next to them, you could hear movement inside. A slight rustling.

You lifted the lid as if there was a firework set to go off inside, but your worries soon vanished.

All sense of place, time and company vanished.

Because looking up at you were two large, mottled eyes.

It was a young mutt. Black, white, grey, brown, this mongrel looked like they had been splattered by an upset paint tin. Their eyes looked like a tempestuous sky that hovered off the coast. But above all, this little puppa wanted some loving. She immediately hopped out of the box and onto your lap, tail wagging and nosing tentatively up for some sniffs and kisses. She had a grin on her that practically drooled joy, and you soon had one to match.

Lucio felt the same thrill as if a well-planned siege had come together. Maybe something else, too.

You almost felt that warmth radiate from him and looked up, this time, properly befuddled.

“Found that little guy snooping around the carriage on my way through the city. His rugged good looks and obvious sense of taste reminded me so much of myself,” he ran golden claws through his hair and the sun flared behind it with dramatic timing, “that I thought it would be a shame for such potential to go to waste out on the streets. Looks like a sharp boy too.”

This dog’s eagerness was starting to forced some laughter out of you, “Well, they certainly have your more boisterous qualities, Lucio, but you may want to rethink the brains. HE is obviously a SHE.” You promptly held your new friend’s front paws up to reveal the lacking genitalia.

Lucio just stared straight passed her and at you. Oh stars! You thought. You just flashed a mutt’s privates at the Count! What were you thinking!? You struggled to not think of the humiliation to come--

“You called me Lucio.”

Your rising panic ebbed ever so slightly, “... Yes, I suppose I did.”

...

“But I still have a question.” Lucio began listening to you again. “Why are you showing me this absolutely adorable young lady?” You punctuated your query with a squeezing hug to the wriggling fluff ball.

“She’s yours.”

You were shocked, “What?”

Lucio paused, organising his words for once, by thunder. “I have Mercedes and Melicor, and now you have this little one;” Said little one recieved a good ear scritch as he continued, “ Dogs are said to be man’s best friend, and I would agree. They don’t trick or taunt, they don’t know malice or pretentiousness. If you treat them well and do your best, they understand that, they feel it, and they’ll love you for it.” Lucio’s gaze seemed to drift off, “Even if nobody else seems to want to.” You slowly bent your head, eyes searching for his to try and pull him back. You wanted to hear what he was saying. He tried a smile for you, “Everyone needs someone to love and hold when things hurt just too much. When wine, blankets and slovenliness just doesn’t quite cut it.” Your whole body tensed up. He knew. It was him. “I just hope that this little one could help you like these two help me. I could help you as well of course, if you like. I just thought that maybe you’d be more comfortable with a--”

You didn’t know what to say. You felt that you could cry, but for what, you had no idea! Your mother said, ‘When you don’t know what to say, say...’

“Thank you. I mean it. Thank you, Lucio.”

That beam told you that that was enough for now.

Petra, as you now called her, followed you around everywhere. She would sometimes trot off on her own to explore, of course (she was adolescent and had a busy world to explore), but she would wander into meetings with you, accompany you on your duties, snuggle with you in bed, played with the snowy twins in passing, greeted everyone she met (yes, courtiers included), and SOMEHOW, she could sense when that feeling in your gut became too much. Before it even had a chance to build, she would put her paws to your knees and snuff it out... 90% of the time... Some emotions were too big for such small creatures to handle, but Petra was there for that too, and if she had to run off and call for backup, you could be sure that there was a cup of tea for you and a friendly ear waiting.

[henry-hart]

The Danger Begins s1 ep1

I’m so glad I decided to rewatch this because it made me so happy!!!! (also, to keep you guys from getting uber annoyed with me, i’m just gonna lb on one big post like this from now on lolol)

first off

s1 henry was the cutest thing to ever exist. ever. my heart couldn’t take it bc he’s so grown now but in that first ep he’s this adorable little baby chick ajdksjslk

it was so incredible to see Siren on my screen. Like, within thirty seconds BAM there she was. i felt blessed, like she blessed my laptop

PIPER. MY OVERDRAMATIC DAUGHTER. I miss her “I am NOT okay!!!” catchphrase akdjlsj 

her “so we’re living like animals now” reply to being told to wait for her video to load---same girl, same.

Henry at 13 was a million times more proactive about the whole job search than I have ever been and I’m 22 sksjskjsk

his whole “I’m not good at anything. I’m a big ball of average”---I feel that lol

“No special skills needed.” “That’s me!!” 

okay one of Char’s first lines was “One day when you two are cleaning my pool bc you failed this algebra test...” and it doesn’t get more iconic than that

GOOCH. I HAVE MISSED YOU. 

Ray just coming in with all these ridiculous questions lolol poor Hen

“I’m 13. I’ll be 14....on my next bday.” ajskjsksljk

“Ah, so you’re aging sequentially. I like that. The name’s Ray.” “Nice to meet you, Ray. I’m Henry.” “You ask a lot of questions.” “I....don’t think....I’ve asked any questions...????” loved it

I laughed when Ray changed into his uniform and the zipper got stuck (that never happens again????)

“Did you have to melt my phone???” Hen, sweetie, hate to break it to you, but your phone gets broken.....preeeeetty much every ep (need me a bank account like that where I can steady get new iphones)

WhAt Do YoU mEaN nO sPeCiAl SkIlLs HeNrY???? yOu NoTiCeD tHe TaToO!!!!!! u smart lil cookie

Ray was all “I’m getting old. I can’t do this forever.” Two things: 1) RAY DID YOU JUST REFER TO YOURSELF AND OLD IN THE SAME SENTENCE??? 2) why is this never mentioned again??? Like, Ray got a sidekick to pass the mantle onto someone younger to keep protecting Swellview when he’s done. We’re like 4 yrs down the line, and they haven’t even hinted towards CM retiring??? (I know that would mean the end of the show, but they could at least bring it up every now and then)

OK. hated the toddler then. hate him now. 

Props to the props department (ha ha get it???) for all the junk in the store. It’s all so strange and doesn’t make sense and fits the show so well (also it seems like each ep has diff junk??? that’s impressive)

“They seem like nice kids.” “Yeah, they’re names are Jasper x Charlotte. I’ve known them ever since--” “Get rid of them.” “I’ll get rid of them.”

DAWWWW Jasper x his buckets :’))))

“I told you Canadian money upsets ppl!!!” Ah Char (I wonder if Riele comes up with some of these Canada jokes??)

OMG I FORGOT ABOUT HEN’S HORRIBLE TEST WARDROBE. IMAGINE IF THEY HAD KEPT ONE OF THOSE IDEAS AKSJLKSJ (there really wasn’t any need for a whole test wardrobe tho--just style an outfit to fits Ray’s. His obvs works out well for him) (I know that’s what they ended up doing lolol)

Okay, Ray’s “Oh man. I ate a lot of fruit.” line KILLS. ME. bc when i first watched this ep, every time the scene changed and Ray was shown w/ a diff fruit, I was like, “Why...is he eating so much fruit????” bc they’re all diff and he even eats a whole pineapple--outside peel and all. BUT I WAS THINKING IT AND THEN HE SAID IT AND IT MADE IT ONE MILLION TIMES FUNNIER.

LIL BB HEN IN HIS SUIT FOR THE FIRST TIME. I CRY. HE’S SO TINY AND HAPPY

“Chew gum. Blow bubble. Fight crime.” Ray wrote those instructions. I just know it. aksjskl

“And what does a single flashing light mean?” “Just to shoot me a text, you know, whenever.” aksjklsk

HENRY JUST GAVE HIS PLEDGE. THEN. HE. SAID. THE. ICONIC. “FEELS GOOD” FOR. THE. FIRST. TIME. I’M CRYING.

Hen not knowing how to get the tubes to work and just jumping up and down making noises aksjlsk

“Affirmative.” “That means ‘yes’.” “I got that.” and so the sass begins lolol love it

“Awwww no! That was my favorite bridge!”

“I hate my life and I am NOT okay.” i feel u Pipes

the sass is strong in those Hart kids. Siren x Jake can’t catch a break aksjslk

Siren. Hart. Is. So. Beautiful. her hair just looks so good this ep

“I’ll run away. I’ll do it.” ajskjskl Pipes chill

Jake....Siren...that’s....your son on the tv screen...like.....that’s literally your child’s face.....the product of both of your genes is right there.....plastered on the screen.....how do u....not....recognize him?????

“Two ppl said they might come.” “Who?” “Sidney Birnbaum and Oliver Pook.” “Ew.” “Those guys eat bugs.” “So? They’re people.” I just love the kid’s line delivery here lolol

I just want everyone to know that s1 Henry is the cutest. I already said it, but I’m saying it again. 

Henry panicking bc he doesn’t want C x J to keep reading about KD but he also doesn’t know what to do so he just throws a glass and smacks C’s phone out of her hand and clean across the room ajskjslk SAME

Jace was so.....twitchy in the first two seasons. He’s really mellowed---which I understand it happens when you get older---but it’s just so funny to see this little bean with all his crazy expressions and loud outbursts and rapid movements lolol

Hey Lelani? You’re hot (give me ukelele lessons pls)

“The toddler’s men stole 5,000 packages of diapers. Can you guess why?” “Uhhhh???” “To bombard the diapers with radioactive zenite particles.” “.....I would not have guessed that.”

also Ray getting lower to the ground as he talks and Hen just following is so funny to me. Ray was really extra in that first ep 

RAYMOND MANCHESTER HOW DARE YOU GET MAD AT HEN FOR WANTING TO GO TO HIS BFF’S BDAY PARTY INSTEAD OF FIGHTING CRIME. HE IS 13. AND YOU WOULD LATER CALL HIM UP WITH THE EMERGENCY ALARM PAST 12 AT NIGHT FOR CORNDOGS, SO I DON’T WANT TO HEAR IT.

“Okay. Okay. It’s cool. You go to Jasper’s party. I’ll handle the toddler by myself. Don’t worry about it.” “Are you sure?” “Yeah. I’ve battled the toddler alone before--almost killed me, but whatever.” and u still want to take a 13 yr old out there??? Ray.

“No, I’m not bringing the muffins!” but u said u would

okay, but the news jumping from CM’s kidnapping to a report on why squirrels love nuts???? TOO tru (they really do that “here’s something serious. kids are dying. now here’s this pointless and meaningless crap” lolol)

“I can’t talk! I’m naked!” friends anyone??? (“You can’t come in. Ross is naked.” “Why’d you tell her I was naked???” “I couldn’t tell her I was naked. She’s allowed to see me naked.” “Why does anyone have to be naked???”) (sorry i just love friends akjslkjs)

I FORGOT WHAT IT WAS LIKE TO HAVE SIDNEY X OLIVER ON MY SCREEN. I LOVE THEM. 

I hate u toddler. just in case you were doubting.

Jasper unknowingly saving the day by downloading that sound effect app on Hen’s phone *claps for him*

Henry just....completely kicking butt on his second day???? That’s my son.

“Captain Man!” “Henry!” “It’s Kid Danger.” :))))) I’M SQUEALING. I’M SO PROUD OF HIM. HIS LIL POINT TO RAY AND THAT SMALL SMILE. TOO. CUTE. (also Ray just namedropping like they don’t have identities to protect)

“How do I get you out of there?” “I don’t know. This is the first time I’ve been stuck in a baby bouncer hovering over a bottomless ball pit.” CALL SUPERHEROES OUT, RAY. all these extravagant traps they’re caught in and they just....know what to do??? Doubtful. (bottomless pits are impossible, but you know lol)

Ray swinging around everywhere in that baby bouncer was hilarious alkjdlksj

that spitting device is the literal WORST thing i have ever seen. i freaking hate spit.

God, i wish the toddler had stayed tf down there in that ball pit. i wish that bottle had blown him to the center of the earth. (sorry i just really don’t like him akdjslj)

“What do we do with this? (the bottle bomb)” “We give the baby his bottle.” “Ah. Good call.” “Hey.” “Suuuuup.” “Hurry.” “Oh, right.” aksjlsksjl there are some really good moments in this ep

Ray shielding Henry was <33333 (it would be really messed up if he hadn’t considering he’s indestructible, but I like to think that he chose to)

AJKSJSKLSKSJLK HENRY’S FACE WHEN RAY TOLD HIM “GOOD JOB” WAS SOOOOOOO PRECIOUS. He looked so shocked. Like, “CM thinks I did a good job????” 

It’s like, Henry’s second day on the job, and they’re just namedropping right and left. Why be careful???? It’s not like they have secret identities or anything.....(they steady use their real names. i guess they don’t really have to worry. C must be the only smart person in Swellview bc no one else seems capable of figuring it out. I mean, not even his parents recognized him ajksjslk)

If you need any proof that Ray is a good guy, just watch this ep. His willingness to show up to J’s party despite only knowing Hen for like two days is a solid testament to his character. This is the Ray I know and love.

awwwwww poor Jasp. your party isn’t a flop. It’s about to be lit af because your bff is HENRY FREAKING HART, THE SWEETEST BOY TO EVER LIVE.

Ray, your excuse is horrible. “My van broke down across the street so I decided to come into this house and into this basement.” alskjlskj what is that????

“You’re CM!” “Thank you.” “You’re my hero!” “Of course.” oh Ray

Henry’s just watching J freak out over CM, watching how excited and happy J is and knowing he did that for him, and it’s just----my heart is all ajkdjlsjks

Char is the cutest in this ep. she’s fangirling over CM, and it’s so weird bc now she can’t stand him lolol

Hen x Ray pretending they don’t know each other. SO. PRECIOUS. Ray’s face is so sweet and they share this secret smile and just GAHHHH

J asking CM if he can hit him w/ a bball bat alksjlk “Remember kids: never do this to anyone but CM bc regular ppl could be badly inju--AHHHHHH.......I wasn’t done talking.” “Did that hurt?” “Yeah. But I’m okay.” the way Ray says yeah cracks me up bc it’s like, duh it hurt. it was a bat hitting my head lolol

“Hey, CM?” “Yes, boy?” “Would it be ok if Jasp texted a few friends and told them you were here at his party?” “Suuurrreeee. I love being used.” Ray kills me. cooper x jace have some of the best line delivery/comedic timing akdjslkj

*J is shaking CM’s hand* “Thank you so much! This is the best day of my life!” “Ha ha, are your hands always this sweaty?” “Yes sir.” “He takes medicine for it.” “Wellllll, it’s not working.” *wipes hand on J and leaves wet mark* ajsklj poor Jasper

Henry brought the muffins after all <33333 “Muffins.” “Yeah.” (you can tell Jace x Sean were already good friends. so cute.)

Hen x Char got Jasp the bucket from the shop that Gooch wouldn’t let him have. Dawwwwww

“For awhile there, I thought you weren’t gonna come.” “Come on, man. I’ll always be there for you.” then. they. hug. they’re. so. cute. i. love. solid. friendships.

HENRY’S LAST LITTLE LOOK AT THE PARTY BEFORE HE LEAVES IS THE BEST THING EVER. THE LITTLE NOD HE MAKES LIKE, “YEAH. THIS IS GOOD.” LIKE, HE’S PERFECTLY OK WITH MISSING OUT SO LONG AS EVERYONE ELSE IS HAVING FUN. AHHHHHH. I LOVE HIM SO MUCH. :)))))) <3333333

that was a perfect way to end an ep

<3

I’m glad I watched this. I’ve forgotten most of the earlier episodes which is a crime because they’re so good. It was hard to see Jace so little when he’s so grown now!!!!! My heart couldn’t take it. But lil Henry is precious and I love him. Stay tuned for more rewatches!!!! xoxoxox

[crossroadsdimension]

World Collision

FF

You guys remember that short snippet that popped up before -- “The End of Exploration.” Time to see what happens after.

Chapter 1 – Myra

A black-haired teenage girl ducked into an alley and dove behind an empty dumpster right before a group of five costumed figures ran past. Purple eyes peered out from behind the empty, rusty box as the five disappeared from sight, and the girl let out a sigh of relief.

That was too close. She wiped sweat off her forehead with a purple sleeve of her jacket. Better not waste any time before they start sweeping again.

The girl slipped out from behind the dumpster and looked around, hoping to find a place to hide before she was found out. She caught sight of a building that looked like it was falling apart across the street. It looked like nobody had been inside in centuries.

"Hey! You!" came a barking call from behind. "Get back here!"

The girl didn’t even bother to look back; she bolted across the eerily quiet street and dove through the yawning entrance as the five figures ran after her.

The girl scrambled through what looked like a lobby and under a door that was leaning off its hinges before running down the darkened hallway behind it.

If those freaks catch me, I’m going to end up in the Trials and I’m going to be dead meat. Gotta keep the fear down, Myra – they can probably smell it.

The girl – Myra – took in a deep breath and slowed to a halt in the darkened hallway, now more than far enough from the door that she was completely encased in blackness. Faintly, she could hear what sounded like people talking on the other side of the door in monotone.

Myra backed up a few more steps, looking at the light leaking in through the off-kilter door. Easy, easy; they’ll probably go away and not look behind the door—

The light disappeared abruptly.

Myra blanched before she turned and bolted down the dark hallway again. Her eyes adjusted to the darkness as best they could, and she caught sight of a faint light hiding off to her right up ahead, and she scrambled around an almost-unseen corner, one hand on the cool, metal wall in order to keep her feet from running into it.

Around the corner, Myra came across a door with two lone lamps (that flickered like fire -- how long had they been on?) on either side of it. The metal -- might have once been iron -- that made up the area looked so rusted that it seemed as though someone had decided to paint the entire area bright orange and left the paint to flake off and take the iron with it.

Not really caring for the strange pattern that had been carved into the door, Myra began to push up against it, hoping to find a place to hide just beyond it.

At first, the door refused to budge -- the rusted hinges refused to move after remaining in their position for who knew how long. However, Myra continued to push, her cause to move far greater than the door's need to stay put.

The door’s hinges let out a shriek as the metal door was pushed back a short distance. Myra, seeing her chance, slipped through the opening before putting her back to the door and pushing it shut behind her.

Ka-chunk.

The sound of something falling to place echoed through the lightless area that Myra suddenly found herself in. She stood with her back to the door, trying to catch her breath.

Something rammed into the door from the other side, causing Myra to scramble away and turn around sharply as the door rattled and shook; rust fell off the door in dark orange snowflakes, which Myra was only able to see when they fell by the crack at the bottom of the door.

The door rattled three times, but held firm.

Myra stood, nervously staring at the door, then relaxed when the door didn’t fall over. “That’ll hold them back for a little bit. I’d better find another way out of here before they get through….”

She started to feel along the walls on either side of the door for some sort of light switch, surprised to find that the walls here were smooth and cool, almost as though they had been carved from rock, rather than the more common, chilled metal that made up the buildings in the area. It wasn't long before Myra came across a rather ancient, sticky light switch, which she promptly pushed on. However, the lights weren't so quick to come on -- they came on two at a time instead, leading down a corridor made of white stone.

Myra watched the lights cautiously, wondering what lay beyond the corridor, and whether or not it would be safe to go down it, considering what she had just run from. After glancing again at the door, which seemed to stiffen up in her eyes at the thought of being pushed again, Myra decided to risk it and continue on, wary of anything that might come out of the shadows behind the strange, rusted machinery and attack her.

The eerie quiet told her otherwise, however.

“Considering how rusted that door was, I’m…I’m probably okay,” Myra murmured to herself.

She looked over the machines again as she passed by them. None of them were recognizable, but that could have been because of the rust that was eating away at them – a good sign; if there was oxygen in the area, then there had to be a way out beyond the door that she had just come through. The machines weren’t just covered in orange dust, though – some of them looked like they had been…melted, before they had been discarded here.

“What is this place?” Myra’s gaze moved away from the machines and towards the other end of the corridor, which seemed to open up into a chamber of some kind.

She passed by a plain, metal door that was just as rusted as the first one she had come across, and stepped into a small chamber with flickering lights and sparking wires hanging from the ceiling. Along one wall was what looked like a large computer console that was covered in dust, and in the center of the room was what looked like some kind of glowing ice pillar with the form of someone trapped inside.

There was also a bunch of computer towers that had collapsed on one end of the room. It looked like there had been more to the area, but it was almost completely blocked off.

“Dead end,” Myra groaned. She slammed down on a computer console that was near her, hitting a few buttons. “Well, isn’t that just—“

The computer let out a loud whining noise, causing Myra to jump back in surprise as the noise quickly turned into something that sounded like a revving engine.

One computer screen began to glow blue, drawing Myra towards it, curious and cautious. As she approached, white words began to appear on the screen, constantly scrolling down as more materialized.

"This is the last log entry concerning Project: Reclaim.

"Subject has been resistant to any attempts at surrendering her mind to our master's control, even with our advancements in technology. Subject has refused to reveal how she has managed to avoid the commands and find ways to short-circuit the devices -- even when submerged under water, where her powers are unable to activate. Until further advancements have been made, Subject is to be placed in a cryogenic chamber, so that she will still be available at the time we have need of her. In the meantime, the others will be used to subjugate the populace, in order that no possible opposition will appear in the future."

A set of glyphs was flashing at the bottom of the screen, but Myra couldn’t read them.

Myra frowned at these words, feeling slightly confused. “Reclaim? Short-circuit the—“ She cut herself off as her eyes widened and something settled in the pit of her stomach uneasily. “Are they talking about…MindTech?”

She tried to hit a few more buttons on the computer console, but she wasn’t able to get anything other than the blue screen with its white text.

“Why isn’t there a map or anything down here? I need another way—“

BAM!

Myra’s head whirled back to the corridor she had just come down, and she sucked in a breath when she saw the rusty door she had just come through had come off its hinges and was now lying dented on the floor. She caught sight of a flash of a circular object in the doorway, and she sucked in a breath sharply.

“A Gladiator.” Myra swallowed. “I’m dead.”

She stumbled back and away from the door, bumping against the icy cylinder that was in the center of the room. Her fingers twitched; she wanted to fight, or find something to hide behind, but the room was small and lined with the same white stone that was in the corridor she had come through. There weren’t any weapons nearby.

Her chest felt like it was going to explode. “I’m going to the Trials…I’m going to die…”

The pressure in her chest started to work its way up into her throat as her eyes started to water. In order to keep her hands away from her face, she pressed her hands against the cold glass her back was already against. Her hands quickly became slick with water as the Gladiator with the circular shield stepped into the entrance between the corridor and the chamber that Myra was now trapped in.

Myra felt something move under the glass, scrape against it from the inside. The Gladiator – now with his red, white, and blue costume visible – paused as Myra stiffened in response to the movement.

Then the glass started to heat up.

“Wa!” Myra pulled back in surprise, moving towards the toppled computer towers instead of towards the Gladiator, who didn’t move after her.

Cracks started to spread across the cylinder as a dark orange glow came from within it, surrounding the figure that was encased within. The glow quickly moved and filled the entire cylinder as water started to leak out of it in squeaks of steam.

“Get back!”

Myra jumped at the young woman’s voice and quickly looked around. “Where did that—“

The cylinder exploded.

Ice and steam and glass flew out in all directions, causing Myra to drop to the floor and cover her head in order to avoid the blast. A wave of fire followed afterwards, then reversed direction and condensed into an egg-like shape before the fire disappeared abruptly, revealing a teenage girl with brown hair and red, orange, and gray armor that covered her form from the neck down.

Two white gloves went up, flashing golden bands on the wrists, and five tendrils of white fire lashed out at the Gladiator. The shield went up, but that didn't stop the flames. Instead, they went around the shield and the Gladiator on either side, formed one spear of fire behind him, and slammed forward into the back of the Gladiator’s neck.

The red, white, and blue-costumed Gladiator bent back and let out a yell of pain as the fire seared into the back of his neck. When the flames pulled back a second later, the man’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, and he collapsed to the floor without a sound.

The armored figure's arms collapsed to her sides. She stood for only a moment, then collapsed down onto her knees, head dropping to her chest limply.

Myra blinked in confusion, jaw hanging open a little. What had just happened?

Something sparked near where the Gladiator had collapsed, causing Myra’s eyes to move in order to get a better look at what was getting her attention.

Lying near the Gladiator was a smoking black square of metal with broken electrical wires protruding from it. They sparked for a few more seconds before they died rather abruptly.

Myra blinked at the sight, then bit her lower lip and looked over at the two seemingly-unconscious figures that were lying between her and the open door. There could be more Gladiators out there waiting for her, but…if there was a chance….

She started towards the open door, moving quickly on her toes.

She hadn’t taken two steps before the man groaned and started to move. “Ugh….”

Myra froze, her eyes widening at the sound as the Gladiator started to push himself up into a sitting position, rubbing the back of his head as his mouth twisted into a grimace.

“God, that hurts,” the man muttered. “Feels like Thor tried to hammer a spike through my head.” He reached over to his shield and grabbed the edge of it, pulling it closer. As he did, it moved in front of the armored girl who had exploded into flames a moment ago, causing him to pause.

Myra watched as he stared at the armored girl with wide eyes that didn’t look glazed over. His hand shot to the back of his head – no, the back of his neck – fingers searching for something. His eyes widened further a moment later.

“It worked?” he asked incredulously. He quickly hooked the shield onto his back and glanced around behind him. Upon catching sight of the remains of the black box, he picked it up and inspected it with a frown before crushing it in a tight fist.

“I’ve been waiting to do that for a long time.” A confident grin crossed his face, and he returned his attention to the armored girl. His brow furrowed under his costumed mask. “Knocked out…makes sense; no one’s been down here recently to give her an energy boost.” He pulled himself up into a crouch and grabbed the armored girl, lifting her up over one shoulder effortlessly. As he did, he turned and locked eyes with Myra, then paused.

Myra gulped. “U-uh…” Her gaze went to the remains of the black box, crushed and dropped to the floor, then back to the man with the armored girl over his shoulder. She swallowed again.

The man sighed and shook his head. “I’m not taking you in, but you’re going to have to come with me if you’re going to be able to get out of here.”

“Wh-wh-“

The man motioned for her to follow him as me moved towards the door. “Come on! We don’t have much time before the others come back!”

Myra hesitated, looking between the man and the door for a moment, then bolted out the open entrance and down the hall towards the abandoned lobby. She could hear his footfalls behind her, which only made her speed up.

The door at the end of the hallway only slowed her down for a moment, but it gave the man enough time to grab her foot and pull her back right before he put his shield between them and the door.

“Let me g—mmmf!”

“Shh.” The man held his other hand over Myra’s mouth. “I don’t know how you managed to survive so long, but bolting out into the open isn’t going to end well.”

Myra grabbed the man’s hand and tried to pull it off her face, but it didn’t budge.

“I’m trying to help!” the man hissed. “You woke her up – the least I can do is help you get out of here without attracting more attention!”

Myra paused at that, blinking a couple times before looking up at the man in confusion and fear. “Mm?”

The man looked at her for a moment, then pulled his hand back and adjusted the armored girl’s position on his shoulder. “Come on. We only have a slim window before they come and find us and bring us in, and I do not intend to go through that again.” He peered under the door as Myra scooted towards the wall and away from him, watching him warily.

“H-how do I know this isn’t a trick?” Myra looked between the girl, the man, and the open door. “Y-you could still be working for them!”

The man sighed and turned his head to look back at Myra. “I understand why you don’t trust me. But you are going to have to stick with me until we get out of here safely. Can you trust me for at least that long?”

Myra shrank back a little at the question as shouts started coming from outside. The shouts drew the man’s attention towards the door, and he rose up from the crouch that he had been in, one hand on the armored girl over his shoulder, the other in the straps on the back of the circular red, white, and blue shield.

Something crackled in the air; Myra’s nose twitched as she picked up the smell of ozone from outside, and suddenly the door in front of them was completely torn off its hinges and thrown somewhere else in the lobby. The echoing, metallic crash that resulted caused Myra to flinch back in alarm at the noise, but she didn’t retreat back – there was no place to go from there.

“Torunn, you used too much!” scolded a boy’s voice on the other side of the door.

Myra blinked in surprise as the man next to her stiffened, and she cautiously rose to her feet. Torunn?

"We wanted it out of the way, so I got it out of the way," replied a teenage girl's voice in a matter-of-fact tone.

"Yes, but they could have heard it!" spoke up a third voice -- another boy's.

"That doesn't matter right now," stated the first voice. "We saw him go down this way, so let’s go after—“

“James, what do you think you’re doing?”

Myra looked up in alarm as the man stepped out of the darkened hallway and into the open, lowering his shield. All movement in the lobby area stopped at the sound of his voice, and she peered out from the darkness in order to get a look at what was going on.

A group of four teenagers – well, three teenagers and a smaller boy – were standing out in the abandoned lobby. As soon as the man with the armored girl had stepped out into the open, all four of them had raised their fists – and sword, in the case of the only girl who was out there.

“Dad,” said the red-haired boy. “Put the shield down, and turn around so Torunn can blast the MindTech on the back of your neck.”

“Do you really think that saying that is going to work?” hissed a darker-skinned boy with light blue tattoos on his skin. “He’s going to take our heads off in a second!”

“You kids are being horribly reckless and you’re lucky that I haven’t,” the man said sternly. “You can look, Torunn, but I don’t think you’re going to find it there anymore.”

The boys exchanged looks in confusion at that as the only girl in their group moved closer to the man, with her sword still drawn and pointed at him. She stared at the armored girl for a moment before jumping up and hovering behind the man with the shield.

“He’s right! I see where it was, but it’s gone!” Torunn dropped to the ground, then looked between the man and the others.

“How?” the smallest of the four, wearing a yellow and black-striped costume, looked at his companions. “Do you think they made it so that MindTech is inside his neck now?”

“Their technology may be good, Pym, but it isn’t that good.”

The four kids turned as the man moved his gaze to the entrance of the building, where another figure was standing – a young man, wearing a black-and-cobalt costume that had the head of what looked like a wolf on the front of his costume.

The young man walked into the building. “I’ve heard that they’ve tried, but the signal back wasn’t—“ He stopped. “Cap, is that…?”

Cap – the man – adjusted his grip on the girl on his shoulder. He nodded. “She was sealed away in a lab back here, frozen solid. I think this girl accidentally started the defrosting process and she took care of the rest.” Cap motioned back to Myra, who backed up a little bit nervously.

Torunn looked over, then lowered her sword and reached into the hallway, grabbed Myra’s arm, then pulled the purple-eyed girl out into the open. “Thou dost not look like someone they would want.”

“Torunn, you’re doing it again,” James warned.

Torunn ducked her head a little at that.

The boy with the tattoos looked between Cap and the man who had just arrived. “Wait…do you mean…that’s…?”

“It is, Azari,” the man replied. He turned and started out of the building. “We don’t have much time. Come on.”

Cap followed after the man instantly, James and the others falling into step around him as Torunn dragged Myra after them.

“H-hey!” Myra tried to pull her arm out of Torunn’s grip, but the other girl had a tight grip on her wrist. “Where are you taking me?”

“Somewhere safe!” Torunn looked back and grinned at Myra. “It’ll be a lot better than any sort of hiding hole that you could find for even a few hours.”

“Wh-what?” Myra’s brow furrowed as she stopped pulling. “Someplace safe?”

“Yup! A place those dark beasties don’t know about yet.”

The man Cap and the others were following led them around to another alley. Hovering a little of the ground was what looked like a truck frame without the tires.

“I’m glad you remembered the E-Brake this time, Azari,” the man said, looking back at the boy.

Myra blinked in confusion.

Azari crossed his arms over his chest and huffed. "I was still learning about the Zoomer technology last time."

“Seeker, how much trouble are we in?” James asked.

“Plenty,” the man – Seeker – replied. He looked over at Cap. “Captain, you do realize that you’re going to be detained for a short time when you come back.”

Cap nodded. “At this point, I’m relieved that my thoughts are my own again.”

Seeker eyed him for a moment before nodding again. Then he went over to the truck cab and jumped into the driver’s seat. “James, you take shotgun. Everyone else in the back.”

James nodded, then moved around to the other side of the cab as the others started to climb into the truck bed of the vehicle. Myra was dragged on with Torunn and ended up sitting next to her as Cap sat on the other side of the bed.

As the man pulled the armored girl off his shoulder and lay her down in the center of the truckbed, Myra leaned forward a little in order to get a better look at her.

The red, gray, and orange color scheme was separated into different areas of the girl’s armor: red boots, red on the abdomen, red on the upper half of her chest, on the square-shaped shoulder pads, and on her arms from her elbows to her wrists. The only part that was orange was on the lower half of her chest, and the rest – minus the white gloves and the gold bracelets that were on the girl’s elbows and wrists – were gray.

Myra looked up at the man on the other side of the truck bed as Azari settled next to him and Pym sat on her other side. “Who were you?”

Cap looked up at the question. His blue eyes were dull as he frowned slightly. “Steve Rogers. Captain America.”

The truck started up with a low purring hum and started to move as Myra sat back against the side of the truck bed, eyes slowly widening. “And…and her?” She pointed down at the armored girl lying on the bottom of the truck bed.

Captain America’s mouth quirked up a little, and his eyes lost some of their dullness. “The World Jumper.”

Myra’s eyes widened even further, and she looked quickly between the girl lying on the floor of the truck and back at the man she had been running from not but a few minutes ago. “World Jumper? But – but those people are myths! They can’t be real!”

“She is one,” Captain America insisted. “I met her before.”

“You can ask more questions when we get to where we’re going.” Pym pulled out a folded swath of fabric that was under him. “We need to cover up. Stay quiet until Seeker gives us the all clear, got it?”

Myra swallowed and nodded nervously as Pym and Azari unfolded the fabric and threw two corners over to Torunn and Captain America and over Myra’s head, pulling her a little away from the side of the truck bed as everyone else with her joined under the cover of the heavy fabric.

Myra bit her lower lip. She hoped that she wasn’t going to end up falling into a trap with these people. And yet…

Her eyes moved to the World Jumper’s form in front of her, remembering that fire storm that had filled the room before Captain America’s MindTech had been blasted off the back of his neck.

Maybe…the World Jumper is unconscious because she knows she’s safe?

Myra crossed her fingers as the hovering truck started moving, slowly at first, then quickly started to pick up speed.

I hope I’m safe, too.