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insertdisc5 · 3 years ago

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Hi!! I wanted to ask, in celebration of Deltarune CH. 2, do you have any updated thoughts and head canons about the game?? Like, y'know, similar to a previous ask about Kris in your Deltarune tag? Thanks!

thoughts on kris part 2 i guess???? (part 1 from ch1 here lol)

spoilers for deltarune like woah. this wont be kris focused just random thoughts on everything. thank you for giving me the opportunity to talk

not that many thoughts for this chapter tbh! EDIT LOL: this was a lie i have a lot of thoughts

-just in general i feel like the player isn't the only one controlling kris... like yes the player forced kris to do what happened in the snowgrave route but AT THE SAME TIME idk it feels like there's someone else too. just because of the terrifying voice i suppose. and also the jerky movement kris does every time they get their soul out? unless there's another reason for it... maybe getting your soul out means you walk weird lol

-BUT ALSO i feel like kris is 100% in control when they create fountains. idk it just makes sense kris would create them. to create another world, a better world, A WORLD WHERE THEIR BROTHER IS HERE PERHAPS? i do wonder why they get their soul out then though. i'm all for it sweetie! do whatever! i support you!

-(i am and will be playing deltarune with only kris' best interests in mind. i will not hurt anyone unless kris wants me to. dont worry my little meow meow im on your side! talk to me! no? okay ill stay under the sink its fine)

-speaking of asriel. SUMMER VACATION COLLEGE WHEN? SUMMER VACATION COLLEGE WHEN? SUMMER (starts crying) V-VACATION COLLEGE WHEN

-kris misses their brother so much it's so sad. if you make kris steal 5$ from asriel they take it "reluctantly"? talking to asriel online so often even alphys knows?? the google search?? GOING INTO ASRIEL'S GOOGLE SEARCH ROOM WITH THEIR EYES CLOSED BECAUSE THEY'RE CONVINCED THEY ALREADY KNOW WHATS IN THERE? THAT ONE IS LESS OF A MISSING THING BUT IM LIKE OH MY GOD

-the city walk with susie at the end makes it clear to me that kris really values susie's friendship... kris even sits with her if you spend long enough near the lake like aaaaah ;_;

-and even in snowgrave you spend your last acts with the final boss calling for your friends like YES there's a way bigger creepy aspect to this (kris as more of a Leader who Commands and commands their subjects to come) but still :'0 (and then noelle answers oh my god noelle im so sorry for the trauma)

-berdly. listen. listen. listen. liste

-berdly sucks but [berdly hurts his arm in the battle against queen if you don't save him because he doesnt want to hurt you] [berdly realizing smg's wrong in snowgrave and immediately taking steps to save noelle] berdly is my little crumb nugget. i will protect him.

-noelle. noelle. girlboss!

-like ooooh listen. hearing about the genocide path for undertale. made me go "that is SO COOL. i HAVE to experience it myself this is great. hehehe killing time" and like no regrets. i was fully enjoying the experience knowing i was an awful person. SNOWGRAVE THOUGH. i will never try this myself its too fucked up. casually grooming your childhood friend to murder people <3 and also acting like a weird stalker towards her <3 stockholm syndrome speedrun i will get all the info i can about this but i will never do this myself

-people remarking the kris/player>noelle relationship is similar to the relationship between player>chara in genocide path is like yes. chefs kiss. don't worry we just are making you stronger and everything will be fine "you made me kill my friend? and for what?" this is fine sweetie don't worry about it!!!!!!

-like the amount of details added to snowgrave, like if you equip noelle's watch she notices later? and her battle animations change as time goes on, she gets an ice shield and stops sighing in relief after battle? oh my god? oh my god.

-(berdly is not awake.) JUST KILL ME RIGHT HERE I HAVEN'T STOPPED THINKING ABOUT BERDLY NOT BEING AWAKE!!!!!

-also why didnt he turn into dust. so many possible reasons. is magic a thing in the normal world and perhaps no magic means no dust (theres graves). maybe he isnt dead. maybe hes braindead. maybe he'll come back. either way that boy is now in the closet big enough to put someone in

-also dess' name probably being december AND THATS WHY NOELLE LOST THE SPELLING BEE?!?!??! FUCK ME UP!!!!! JUST FUCK ME UP!!!!!!! OH MY GOD!!!!!!

-also so many good pixel art this chapter. too many? i didnt need pixel art of cardboard noelle falling on the statue. like thank you but please. please it hurts my game artist brain.

-the expressions in this chapter were also top notch. all the unsettling noelle expressions like (i fall over face first)

-i threw away the ball of junk (which i already tried in ch1) and this time the game was like "ARE YOU SURE BC THIS IS A BAD IDEA" and kris felt bitter :'( (it deletes all your items in the dark world)

-i uh fucked up and skipped the susie+noelle scene bc listen last time ralsei mentionned seeing what susie is doing we missed some PRIMO LORE. turns out it just makes you skip the scene and you dont get anything new. welp

-speaking of ralsei well you know. he exists. but im stuck on him going "i just wonder what being ralsei-like even is...?" ralsei my dude there's so much i could say about this. do you feel like you can't be ralsei-like because you feel like you have to be asriel-like

-but also that makes no sense bc susie hasnt even mentioned ralsei looks like asriel. and i cant imagine asriel being so meek. so WHAT GIVES

-ralsei as kris’ “i wish i was a monster just like my bro and family and i’d look like asriel but with red horns [THE HALLOWEEN COSTUME] and my name would be something cool like ralsei instead of a boring human name like kris and im sweet and cute because thats how i act with asriel because ASRIEL MADE ME” theory because that would be cute.

-ASRIEL GOING TO THE CHURCH TO CONFESS HIS "SINS" WHEN "SINS" AREN'T A THING IN THE ANGEL BELIEF LIKE I KNOW THIS INTERACTION WAS TREATED AS A JOKE BUT WHAT THE FUCK ASRIEL?

-kris definitely has a connection with the big red door in the city, judging by what the kids say they probably went there... i feel like this place's dark world will be the Final Dungeon you KNOW some shit happened there. also the sounds you hear when you go there is the phone dark world call's sound slowed down? AND AFTER SNOWGRAVE APPARENTLY YOU CANT HEAR IT ANYMORE? HUWAH?

-speaking of songs the songs were all so good, My Castle Town rules, the berdly snowgrave music is stuck in my head, flashback is uwah wuahah, Until Next Time is so good, AND ALSO A FRIEND NOTICED THE DARK WORLD CITY THEME IS JUST tHE SONG 74 (MOST NOTICEABLE WITH THE SNOWGRAVE VERSION)?????? WHAT DOES IT MEAN????? it might be just "hey its just reuse" BUT MR FOX YOU KNOW WE'RE GONNA READ INTO THIS IS NOELLE THE ONE SINGING IDK BRO!!!!!!!!!!

-asgore dreemurr fired from the force what happun!!!!! game theory is that asgore is related to dess' death/disappearance but eh who knows

-you start the chapter at lvl2 and get to lvl3 after the final boss, a friend mentioned this is probably because we destroyed a world and im :0

-to go back to kris it's still so interesting to figure out who they are based on how they act/people mention them. like kris shaking the ferris wheel car? yeah makes sense i can imagine a pranking kid do this. kris' dance? yeah thats a little silly but i can buy it. doing cool anime poses? well i dunno this doesnt line up PERFECTLY but sure. BUT EVERYTHING THAT HAPPENS IN SNOWGRAVE... especially >proceed like that is such a weird thing that i can't imagine them doing, but i can't completely see the "player" doing either (compare with going to sans -which kris doesnt know- and going "SANS!" because of course the player would know sans), like THATS one of the reasons i feel like there's someone else in there. the weird robotic merciless actions. if im going super meta it feels like there'd be someone else like writing the choices into existence for us to pick you know? gaster probably? god i need to read more gaster theories i completely sidestepped the gaster shit bc i wasnt interested. anyway just spitballing

-(looks at big shot guy) please dont make him the next tumblr guy i beg you

-obligatory "queen was great" mention if only because this part made me laugh a little bit too hard

that was a lot. thank you for letting me talk

#ask tag #deltarune #deltarune spoilers #snowgrave spoilers

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aliferous-ly · 4 years ago

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gasp -- a fic?? on MY tumblr??? more likely than you think

this is from an art trade with the absolutely lovely bastard @buddh-art. madlad

here’s a link to the art O.O it’s SO PRETTY. WHAT. (LOOK AT IT BEFORE READING IT WILL HELP INTRO VISUALIZATION I PROMISE)

ao3 link!!

warnings: blood, the girls are FIGHTINgGGG (okay but physical fights fr), swearing

fandom/pairings: haikyuu/gen

prompt: “I’m going to kill them for punching you before I ever got to.” ft kuroo and bokuto, dumbass duo extraordinaire, and akaashi (plus some cameos)

“I’m going to kill them for punching you before I ever got to.” Kuroo cracks his knuckles.

“Oho?” Bokuto grins, teeth glinting in the fluorescent lighting. He’s pressing a wad of tissues against his cheekbone and nose, the edges of his lips hidden behind white. “Kill?”

Bokuto’s joking, behind the pain pulsing against his skin, but there’s this look in Kuroo’s eye that he doesn’t quite trust. No, that’s not it. He’s just never seen it before. He trusts Kuroo with everything.

Akaashi says he’s stupid for doing so but lots of people say he’s stupid anyway. Trusting Kuroo has only burned him like, a dozen times, and half of them Kuroo was burned too. Bros burn together.

Anyway. Anyway. Bokuto’s laughing and Kuroo’s not, so there’s something wrong.

Kuroo shoots him a look and Bokuto’s laughter dries up in his throat. The edges of his lips droop. “Bro, it’s fine.”

Kuroo’s mouth upturns into a sneer and Bokuto takes a step back. He’s never had Kuroo’s full frontal disdain directed at him and it’s kindof… it’s not… it’s not nice? It’s really…

Bokuto swallows.

The discomfort must shine on his face because Kuroo’s gaze flickers, startled, as he realizes where his scorn is directed.

“Shit, dude,” Kuroo says. A hand rubs against his face and he sighs, long and loud. “Fucking who punched you?”

“It doesn’t matter,” Bokuto says. His voice is a little muffled. Next to him, Akaashi releases a quiet huff of breath. Akaashi’s slender, cool fingers brush against his cheek, pulling at his hand.

Bokuto realizes how harshly he’s been pressing the tissues against his cheek, how there’s a numb scratch of pain, how the tissues stick to his face when he tries to pull them away. There’s a slight sludge of blood, since they caught his face, but he doesn’t -- it doesn’t matter. It really doesn’t. He’s fine. So why’s… “It doesn’t matter,” Bokuto says again, stubborn. He tries for another grin. “Sad you weren’t there to enjoy the party?”

Kuroo is a quiet energy. Bokuto’s known this, it’s why they fit so perfectly together. Why they make such good friends, why every moment is exhilarating and fun. Kuroo is quiet and sharp, the double edged sword to Bokuto’s war hammer. The shield with jagged edges. While Bokuto wears his emotions on the outer edges of his skin, Kuroo keeps it all tucked away behind his ribcage, gradually building a fire. Stoking embers. He has a quiet anger, a soft fury.

Bokuto never thinks too much about it. Not really. Bokuto laughs but it’s not… because Kuroo turns towards him with his quiet anger boiling in his eyes and it doesn’t feel right. None of this feels right.

Kuroo steps towards him, his testy expression juxtaposing his gentle touch against Bokuto’s face. Bokuto lets him trail fingers along his temple, eyebrows furrowing as Kuroo presses the softest of pressures against the wound.

It doesn’t hurt. Well, maybe in theory. Bokuto’s too focused on Kuroo’s expression to feel anything. Akaashi seems to fade into the background, his administration a soothing backdrop to Kuroo’s soft blaze.

“Who punched you?” Kuroo says. He looks like he’s about to punch Bokuto, too, and Bokuto doesn’t know if he would dodge it at this point. Whether for personal reasons or otherwise.

“It doesn’t matter,” Bokuto says. To Kuroo, this is the wrong thing to say, but Bokuto is immovable.

Kuroo glares at him, and Bokuto glares right back.

Kuroo swells up and Bokuto thinks, this is it, hunker down, prepare for a mean right hook. His eyes flicker shut instinctively, shoulders tensing. Bokuto is anything if not solid. He can take it. Throw it at me!

Well. That’s what you said before, too, and they certainly dished out what you could take. Maybe more…

But it doesn’t matter, because it’s over, and Bokuto isn’t going to enact revenge or something. He fought, they fought, it’s over.

Fear flutters against his throat. He can almost imagine the starburst of pain from Kuroo. He knows exactly what it might feel like, he’s seen it often enough. Even if he’s never personally experienced it, it was bound to happen eventually.

Nothing happens. Bokuto’s eyes flick open, and Kuroo is three steps away. He’s staring at Bokuto with this devastatingly haunted expression.

Bokuto frowns. “Bro. Chill out.”

“I’m not actually going to punch you right now, what the fuck?” Kuroo spits. They’re equally startled at Kuroo’s outburst. “You’re wounded!”

“Yeah, so?” Bokuto says. He touches his cheek absentmindedly. “It’s not a big deal.”

“It is a fucking big deal! Akaashi, tell him it’s a big deal,” Kuroo swivels on their third party.

Akaashi, to his credit, doesn’t flinch when faced with fire and ice all at once, Kuroo and Bokuto’s gazes cutting into his soul. In fact, he takes his time answering, seemingly unbothered. “Bokuto does downplay genuine trouble. But you’re not in your right mind, either, Kuroo.”

“I’m perfectly calm,” Kuroo says, each word falling like a bullet. Akaashi stares at him and Kuroo shifts his gaze, lip jutting out.

“Bokuto, sit down,” Akaashi says. Bokuto listens, dropping down on the couch. Akaashi is like water, he muses. If he’s going to make metaphors about all of his friends anyway.

Kuroo’s lava, his heavy burn, settles on Bokuto’s skull. “Tell me so I can pay back the favor.”

"No,” Bokuto says. He sticks his tongue out for emphasis and Akaashi flicks his temple. “Ouch! Akaashi, I’m mortally wounded, and you’re abusing me.”

“Get over yourself,” Akaashi says. Bokuto blinks and knows there’s an undercurrent of worry, even if he can’t quiet hear it. He misses a lot of subtleties. Whatever. It’s fine.

“Akaashi,” Kuroo stretches the name, leaning forward into Akaashi’s space. “You know, don’t you?”

“Well, I did find him first,” Akaashi says.

Bokuto and Akaashi alike quickly realize this is the wrong thing to say.

“Find?” Kuroo repeats. “You found him?”

Bokuto swallows and tries for a grin. “Man, you know me! Fight til I drop.”

“Do you need to go to the hospital--?”

“No!”

The three of them fall silent and Bokuto swallows, trying to sooth his rapidly beating heart. “No. I’m fine. I’m serious, Kuroo, chill.”

Telling lava to chill, understandably, is amusing. Kuroo laughs at him. Then he turns on his heel and leaves.

It strikes a little deeper than Bokuto thinks it should.

“He left,” Bokuto says. He knows it’s a dumb thing to say, he knows. Akaashi doesn’t make fun of him.

But Kuroo…

“Shirt,” Akaashi says. Bokuto jerks as Akaashi tugs at the fabric. Pain pricks as his shirt moves and Bokuto bites back a whine. He’s not weak. Eyes up here, he’d laughed, pointing at his face when they took a shot at his side.

Stupid. Whatever.

“I’m not your mom,” Akaashi says. His fingers are smooth as he directs Bokuto’s arms up, tugging his shirt off.

“My mom hasn’t helped me change in forever,” Bokuto mumbles, like that means anything. Akaashi hums anyway. A short tsk drops from his lips when the plane of Bokuto’s chest is revealed, his spotted sides.

It’s not bad. It’s not bad at all, Bokuto assures himself. He doesn’t bruise easily, so -- wait, no, that means it’s awful, so he must bruise really easily. That’s kinda lame, though, isn’t it--?

A sharp pain pricks from his side, squeezing a hiss from Bokuto’s lips. He avoids Akaashi’s stare, which is somehow harsher than a glare. “‘S fine.”

Akaashi sighs. “Stay still.”

Bokuto feels his mood slipping and grips at it. Akaashi has told him time and time again that his mood swings aren’t a sign of failure. That the spiral of depression is only pushed further when he thinks about how lame it is that he drops. How he can’t do anything. Immovable force in the worst way possible.

Akaashi starts applying a bruise cream. It’s like Akaashi’s touch. Soothing. Comforting.

“Kuroo hates me,” Bokuto says. It’s not what he means. Kuroo wouldn’t get angry if he hated Bokuto.

There’s a beat, then: “Hates that someone else got a shot first, maybe.”

Bokuto snorts, in spite of himself. “Scale of one to ten how jealous do you think Kuroo is that somebody punched me and got away with it?”

“I wouldn’t say they got away with it,” Akaashi hums. “You hit them back.”

“That I did,” Bokuto says. The coolness of pleasure buoys his depression, just for the time being. He leans back, smug confidence oozing from his pores. Then he shoots upright, dislodging Akaashi. “Oh my god! AKAASHI!”

“Mm?”

“I didn’t say you should’ve seen the other guy! Call Kuroo back in here!” Bokuto stands. “I gotta grab him! I missed my chance!”

“Do not,” Akaashi says.

Bokuto doesn’t hear him, searching for his shoes so he can go find Kuroo right now.

Flames dart up his back and he yelps. Akaashi jabbed him right on a bruise on his back. “Akaashi!”

Akaashi has that look on his face, the one that says listen to me right now or you will regret it.

Bokuto groans. “But Akaashi…”

“Just call him.”

“He won’t pick up--!” A second of silence. Then, “Okay, Akaashi.”

Bokuto sighs. He sits back down. Let’s Akaashi continue taking care of him.

He calls Kuroo, but he doesn’t pick up.

---

Kuroo isn’t stupid. When he saw Bokuto’s wide grin, the smile from eye to eye, he knew something was wrong.

Not from Bokuto. Bokuto has a freaky way of covering up his serious pains. Kuroo’s pretty sure the denial just runs so deep he manages to convince himself that everything’s fine, that he’s fine, so everyone else is convinced.

No, Bokuto didn’t tip him off.

Akaashi did.

Akaashi doesn’t mean to, and someone who doesn’t know Akaashi might have missed it. But he read the sharp worry in the crease of Akaashi’s eyes, the wiry tension in his neck, the tightness of his lips. Kuroo knows that Bokuto wasn’t okay when Akaashi found him.

Which is why it pisses him off how nonchalant Bokuto is about the entire situation.

Kuroo ignores the missed call from Bokuto and calls Tsukishima. He doesn’t pick up the first time but does on the second.

“What do you want.”

“Aw, I’m doing great, thanks Tsukki!”

“Do not call me that.”

“Hey, you saw Bokuto today, right? Like, an hour ago?”

There’s a static of silence. “Why?”

“See anyone with him?”

“Just Nakajima.”

“Thanks,” Kuroo says. He hangs up, wincing. He’ll get Tsukishima’s full pissy mood the next time they meet because of that, but he’s on a mission.

Nakajima. Kuroo frowns. Does he know anything about Nakajima?

He gets another phone call and is about to cancel it when he sees second prettiest setter flash across the screen.

He answers.

“Kuroo,” Akaashi says amicably. There’s a quiet wail on the other side of the phone and Kuroo pulls the phone away for a second, staring at it in surprise. Then he sticks it back against his ear, catching the tail end of what Akaashi was saying. “--and you should probably come back.”

“Hm? I have to hunt down Nakajima.”

“You know his name,” Akaashi says. He says it not like oh thank god, let me help, but more like goddamn it, another problem for me to fix. Which offends Kuroo, but just a little bit. “Great. Do you know where he is?”

It’s a challenge. “No, but--”

“Then you won’t find him.”

“I’ll just search the city, it’s not that hard.”

“Kuroo, I know your stubborn streak rivals Bokuto’s--” there’s a thump on the other end, then Akaashi’s voice returns, “--but it really would be in both of your best interests for you to return.”

“I wasn’t joking when I said I would kill whoever got to punch him first,” Kuroo says.

“I understand. But--”

Whatever else Akaashi says is lost in the static of Kuroo’s mind, which whites out the moment he spots someone stumbling down the sidewalk, nursing a bloody nose. He doesn’t know Nakajima personally, but he has seen the little bitch before.

“I’ll call you back,” Kuroo says, and shoves his phone in his pocket, barely remembering to end the call. He’s really getting on a lot of people’s bad side. He’s always on people’s bad side, though, so he doesn’t really care.

Nakajima’s limping, which. In Bokuto’s defense, he does look worse for wear.

Kuroo doesn’t give a shit. He stalks towards him, shoving his hands in his pockets. He stops directly in his path, staring at him down his nose, lip curled. “Nakajima.”

Nakajima looks up at him, gaze flickering with recognition, then irritation. “You’re Koutarou’s friend.”

The name flicks a switch in Kuroo and he loses it, the swing of his arm familiar as he cuts into Nakajima’s jaw. Nakajima jerks to the left, dropping and landing awkwardly on his arm.

“What the hell, man…?” Nakajima raises a hand to adjust his jaw, eyebrows furrowed angrily.

Kuroo doesn’t really know. He just knows that an unrighteous fury took over his soul the moment Nakajima dropped Bokuto’s first name. Bokuto’s first name is important, and only the right people are allowed to call him by name. Especially to other people. Who the fuck does Nakajima think he is?

“Don’t call him that,” Kuroo says simply. The words are acid on his tongue, burning his throat. “If you know what’s good for you.”

“Oh, so you’re threatening me, great.” Nakajima pushes to his feet. “Did he put you up to this? Upset he lost a little and decided to sick his dog on me?”

Kuroo’s flaming anger flickers and recedes. He inhales, waits for Nakajima to put himself back together. Watches blandly as Nakajima wipes blood off of his lip. Kuroo’s ire is viscous and glowing, lava sludging through caverns.

“Aw, little bud is angry he doesn’t have friends to back him up,” Kuroo says. He cools his voice off as much as he can, falling into easy disdain. “Frustrated, Jiji?” Kuroo leans into his space, peering at his eyes.

Nakajima swallows, glaring. “The fuck is your problem?”

“You are my problem,” Kuroo says. He looks Nakajima up and down, curling his lip. “Unfortunately.”

“Koutarou got what was--”

This time Kuroo aims for the base of his sternum. Nakajima drops like a box of rocks. He takes much longer to rise than before, air squeezing through his lungs in rasps. He lunges at Kuroo, who side steps easily. “Easy solution. Leave Bokuto’s name out of your filthy mouth and leave him alone, and we won’t have a problem.”

“You realize he made the first swing?” Nakajima says, gasping.

“I don’t give a shit,” Kuroo says. “If he made the first swing then you’re a real shit person. I should take you down right now.”

Nakajima whirls, hand shooting out. It wraps around Kuroo’s neck and squeezes.

Kuroo takes a shot at the inside of Nakajima’s elbow, ducking down and pressing his chin against Nakajima’s hand at the same moment. He swoops Nakajima’s foot too far to the right and drives his knee upwards.

Kuroo winces despite himself as Nakajima groans, falling once again, hands falling lax.

“Leave him alone,” Kuroo says. He thinks about pushing him over, grinding his heel into Nakajima’s throat. The thought passes. “You hear me?”

“You’re fucking crazy.” Nakajima moans.

“Do you understand what I am saying?” Kuroo says. He considers driving his knee against his back, pressing him against the ground.

“Jesus christ, yes, I’ll leave him fucking alone.”

It’s not enough. It’s never enough.

But his phone is ringing again, so he turns on his heel and stalks away.

---

“Kuuuuroooooooo,” Bokuto whines, throwing himself on Kuroo the moment he walks in. There’s a dull ache in his side as he nearly smothers Kuroo, but obviously greeting his best bud is more important.

“Aw, miss me?” Kuroo snickers and detaches himself from Bokuto.

Bokuto frowns. “Obviously. I want to go throw some volleyballs around. Akaashi can set!”

“No I will not,” Akaashi says from the couch.

“He will.”

“Bo, you shouldn’t be practicing right now,” Kuroo laughs. He pokes Bokuto in the forehead.

Bokuto stares at him, then lunges forward, knocking their foreheads together with a clack.

“Ow, what the fuck,” Kuroo yelps.

Bokuto grinds his teeth together and wraps his arms around Kuroo and clings like a limpet. “Block for me!”

“No!” Kuroo wiggles in Bokuto’s arms, trying to break free. It’s like trying to move a tree trunk.

Bokuto shoves his face in the juncture of Kuroo’s neck. “Pleasee.” His voice buzzes against Kuroo’s skin. Goosebumps rise along the back of Kuroo’s neck.

“No,” Kuroo says. He groans in defeat.

Bokuto beams, then realizes that Kuroo’s trying to shift in a different way than before, like he’s trying to hug him back. So he relinquishes Kuroo’s arms.

Kuroo hugs him around the neck and shoulders. “‘S fine. Let’s just chill.”

“Mmkay.” Bokuto melts into the hold. It’s so soft and warm. He nuzzles his nose into Kuroo’s neck and sighs. Bokuto’s always warm, but he loves physical contact anyway. It’s like a thousand soft blankets.

“C’mon, bud.” Kuroo tugs him towards the couch, where Akaashi is reading a book. Somehow. Among their loud noises.

“I don’t want to watch a movie,” Bokuto says. Even he can tell he’s being petulant, but he can’t help it. “I’ll get bored.”

Kuroo brings out his phone, waving it in front of Bokuto as he plops them both on the couch. “Let’s play minecraft.”

Bokuto’s frozen for half a second. Then he gasps, feeling a glow starting in his chest and gleaming outwards, shining through his eyes and teeth, glinting off his shoulders. “Yes! Bro, yes!” He scrambles for his phone, pressing his shoulder against Kuroo’s.

Kuroo’s shoulders stiffen. Bokuto is about to move away because he’s not the kind of guy to consciously discomfort his bros, but then Kuroo relaxes, tension leaking from his body.

“Do you want to make a new world?” Bokuto asks, booting his phone up and staring at the screen, already invested. He leans his head on Kuroo’s shoulder, humming.

“Sure,” Kuroo says. He doesn’t move for a few long seconds, fingers lax around his phone.

Bokuto glances up at him and catches Kuroo staring at his face, eyes roaming around. Bokuto swallows, knowing he’s staring at the white bandages. Kuroo’s gaze flicks to Bokuto’s shoulder, a bruise showing through the loose sweater he’s wearing.

“Punch me later,” Bokuto says.

Kuroo snorts in surprise, his vulnerable expression melting into one of ease. He shifts, jostling Bokuto’s head, settling against the back of the couch. “What should the seed be?”

“Bitch,” Bokuto says instantly. “No! Ace. Wait, we did that one already. Middle blocker. Cross spike!”

“Bitch it is,” Kuroo says.

Bokuto laughs. Kuroo smiles, teeth showing. Akaashi turns a page, and everything feels just right. He can barely feel the burn of his scabs with the warmth of Kuroo against him and the quiet presence of Akaashi just a few feet away.

And Bokuto smiles, the upturn of his lips quieter than his normal radiant beam. He knows, then; they’re good.

He’s good.

#wooooooooo YEAHHH BABY #haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #bokuto koutarou #kuroo tetsuro #akaashi keiji #art trade #buddh-art #brabbles #yessirrrrr #yall ever be like ok im gonna write JOAKS and angst comes out instead #there was an EFFORT i promise

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rosapeachhogwartsmystery · 5 years ago

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I’m not my brother! - part 2 Merula ending (Hogwarts Mystery imagine - fem!reader x Merula Snyde)

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Merula wasn’t sure what she was feeling after what happened during Potions Class. She had never seen you react the way you did today. Normally, you would just ignore it or have some sort of comeback. Maybe she went too far with joking about how much you were like your brother. Perhaps you just snapped, because she talked about how Jacob’s wand got snapped.

Still, she wasn’t sure what to think about you. You two were rivals and she didn’t want to lose to you. She sometimes felt humiliated because of you. For example, you always seem to win the duels and you even found out her parents were Death Eaters and in Azkaban. However, it wasn’t like she completely hated you. She enjoyed the rivalry between you two, thinking it helped her to become stronger. She supposed you both did things to each other that could be seen as just mean.

But why was she feeling so bad about this…? If you both were mean to each other from time to time, what made this situation so differently? Was it because she saw how much being compared to your brother hurt you?

Merula was walking around the castle and noticed people were giving her all kinds of looks. Some people were glaring at her while other just stared at her and began whispering about something. She knew they were all talking about what just happened during Potions class.

She tried to ignore everyone and kept walking around, until a certain redhead she knew bumped against her. “What’s where you are going, Karasu…!”

“How about you watch where you are going, Snyde.” Tulip said, glaring at her old friend.

“You seemed to be the one who ran into me, not the other way around.” Merula rolled her eyes.

“Maybe I wouldn’t be running around if you didn’t cause Y/N Y/L/N to have an outburst like that during Potions Class.”

“Professor Snape was the one who said something before she had an outburst though.”

“Still, you provoked her and Snape only made things worse… You started it��

Merula frowned and looked away from Tulip. “That doesn’t mean it’s completely my fault. Maybe you all should have kept an eye on your friend if she suddenly had an outburst like that.”

“Sure, blame everything on others. No wonder Barnaby and I left your group.” Tulip muttered before she walked away.

Merula frowned more after Tulip said that to her. Did she always blame others?

She noticed a few of your other friends standing together, talking about what they should do next.

“It seems like Tulip might have an idea where Y/N is.” Tonks said.

“Yeah, it seems like it.” Rowan said, frowning a little. “I just hope Y/N is all right.”

“She is probably trying to calm herself down. I mean, I would be upset too if I was in her position.” Penny said honestly.

“Let’s hope someone will find her soon. I think she could use a good friend right now.” Tonks said honestly.

“Yeah, we should probably start looking as well.” Rowan said. “We should let each other know if we know something, okay?”

Penny and Tonks nodded and then they walked away, ready to start looking for you.

Rowan was ready to start looking for you as well, when she noticed Merula was looking at her. “What are you looking at, Snyde?”

“Aren’t I allowed to look in your direction, Khanna?” Merula muttered. “Besides, I was looking if Y/L/N showed her face already.”

“Why do you care about that? You were the one that made her act out like that.”

“You know what? Fine, don’t tell me anything, you probably don’t know a thing anyways.” Merula said when she walked away, leaving Rowan fuming a bit. “Stupid Y/L/N…. Why does everything you do become a big drama within the school…?”

She went to the second floor girls' lavatory, also known as Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom, knowing she wouldn’t really be bothered by anyone else besides Moaning Myrtle herself. Although, she didn’t always see Moaning Myrtle during the times she went to the lavatory. She got inside with a sigh and hoped she could be her alone.

Of course, she looked around when she heard someone sobbing. At first, she suspected it was just Moaning Myrtle, but after listening more closely, she realised it must be someone else. She decided to check who was crying right now. She walked over to the toilet stalls and noticed one of them was closed. She walked over to the occupied stall and slowly knocked against the door.

“Go away!”

Merula recognised that voice immediately, even though the voice sounded a bit differently. “You should come out already, Y/L/N, this bathroom doesn’t need another person who cries all the time.”

“Why don’t you go away like I asked you to?! I don’t want to talk to you!” You shouted.

“Because… Well… I don’t know. I just don’t feel like going away. Besides, all your friends have begun a search for you.” Merula leant against another toilet stall. “So, are you coming out of here or what…?”

“Why do you have to be so bloody annoying, Snyde?”

“Because I just want to know… Well, I want to know how you are feeling.”

You let out a laugh in disgust, although it sounded more like you were still sobbing a bit. “You are being a big jokester, aren’t you? Pretending you actually want to know how I am feeling.”

“I am serious though.”

“Well, fuck you…”

Merula chuckled a bit. “I didn’t even know you could swear like that, Y/L/N. I’m impressed.”

“Can you just leave already…?”

“Nope.”

“So, you won’t leave me alone until I come out of here, am I right?” You muttered, rubbing your eyes a bit when you spoke. You couldn’t see Merula through the door, which made you feel glad. You didn’t want her to see your face right now. Your eyes were probably completely red from crying and your face probably was red too. Still, you wouldn’t be surprised Merula wouldn’t leave you alone until you would come out.

“That’s right, Y/L/N. Just come out already. It would probably save people some actual time. I mean, all your friends are looking for you and I’m sure they would be doing something else they didn’t have to look for you…” Merula mumbled.

“Fine…” You grumbled before you opened the door, looking down at your feet. There was no way you were going to look at Merula.

“There is my least favourite Cursed Student.” Merula said slightly amused.

“You have seen me, can you leave me alone now…?”

Merula looked more closely at you, noticing how awful you looked right now. Your eyes were bloodshot red and you looked somewhat tired. She knew it was because you have been crying, but it was so strange to see you like this.

You noticed her staring at you and you glared at her. “What…? Are you just here to make fun of me or something...?”

“No, I am not here to make fun of you, but damn… You look really bad right now.” She mumbled.

“Thanks, I hadn’t realised I look like shit right now.” You rolled your eyes and tried to walk past Merula.

Merula grabbed your arm, keeping you from walking away.

You looked at her annoyed. “What do you want from me, Snyde? I did what you asked me to. I got out of the toilet stall. Can you leave me alone now?”

“What made you react the way you did during Potions class today…?”

“Well, I don’t know… Why do you think I reacted that way, Snyde?” You narrowed your eyes a little.

“You can’t only blame me for what happened today.” Merula rolled her eyes.

“You play a big part into this though, Snyde…”

“Then explain it to me.” She said seriously.

“Why should I explain it to you…? You are just going to use this knowledge against me.”

“I’m not going to use this against you.” Merula frowned. “I just want to know what I… What I did wrong, okay?!”

“Oh, you want to know what you did wrong, huh? Well, what about you being one of the first people who insulted me because of my brother? What about that? Because obviously people only seem to care about me being Jacob Y/L/N’s little sister! Y/N? Who is that? No, I only know Jacob’s bloody younger sister!” You yelled.

“Bloody hell, calm down a little. It can’t be that bad…” Merula mumbled.

“Calm down? I will not calm down!” You said. “Do you know how annoying it is to always be compared to your older brother? It’s awful! Everything I do is always being compared to him! Whether it is good or bad. People seem to think I am Jacob Y/L/N! But I’m not him! I’m not my brother!”

Merula grimaced a little, not realising how terrible you felt about being compared to Jacob all the time before you told her.

“And you… You are always trying to remind me of my brother when I’m missing him so much…! You compare me to him when you don’t even know what Jacob is like! Why do you always keep bringing him up when you are trying to win some bloody fight with me!?”

“Because you are also saying mean things to me! How about the times you brought up my parents?! Do you think it’s fun for me to hear people judging me because my parents happen to be in Azkaban Prison?!” Merula shouted back. “Heck, you almost made Rita Skeeter publish an article about my parents being in Azkaban!”

You looked down a bit. “I know… And I’m sorry I said that to Skeeter… It was wrong of me.”

Merula blinked when you said that, surprised you apologised for what you had done.

“But this would never have happened if you weren’t being awful to me from the beginning. You never gave me a chance and just insulted me and my brother.”

Merula stared at the ground, looking frustrated. “I know… And I am sorry for what I have done too.”

You looked at her surprised. “What…?”

“You heard me… I’m sorry too.” She muttered. “Don’t make me say it again.”

A silence filled the room and you two were just staring at each other awkwardly now.

“Why didn’t you want to become friends with me when I offered it though…” You decided to break the silence.

“I don’t know… I mean, people were claiming how you were the best witch of our year and I suppose I didn’t like the fact someone like you would be better than me… I mean, I felt like I had to prove myself, because of my parents, letting people know that I am the strongest.” Merula mumbled awkwardly, rubbing her arm a bit.

“So, you decided it would be better if I felt less about myself…?”

“I just wanted to know whether you were better than me…”

“That’s why you sabotaged my potion that day…?”

Merula rolled her eyes. “I just wanted to test if you noticed I was doing something to it. You failed to notice it… I suppose I realised you were a pretty good witch when you got out of the Devil’s Snare.”

“You know I could have died during that Devil’s Snare test of yours.” You narrowed your eyes a little.

“Okay, it clearly wasn’t the best way to test someone, but you passed the test.”

“I suppose I did. Although, I just barely passed the test.” You grinned lightly.

“You look a lot better already. And you stopped crying too.” Merula said with a grin.

“I suppose yelling at you about how I felt helped a lot.” You said slightly amused.

“I felt a lot better after yelling to you too.” Merula smirked.

“Maybe we should yell at each other more often as some form of therapy.” You joked.

“Yeah, that would probably help us out.” Merula rolled her eyes, feeling amused. “You should probably go find your friends before they would create an even bigger search party for you. At least they would probably stop glaring at me when they see you are doing a lot better.”

“It sounds like it would be a good thing for everyone if I showed my face to them.” You smiled lightly.

“It’s probably for the best to get out of this girl’s lavatory either way.” Merula mumbled.

“Why?” You gave her a confused look.

“What would people think if they see us both in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom? They would start thinking weird things.” Merula said, looking slightly annoyed when she thought of it. “We don’t want any weird rumours about us spending time together in Moaning Myrtle’s bathroom.”

“I suppose you got a point there…” You said honestly, knowing people were crazy enough to make up a rumour like that.

Merula was about to walk out of the girl’s lavatory, but you grabbed one of her arms.

“Wait.” You said softly, keeping your eyes on her.

Merula raised an eyebrow. “What is it?”

You moved a little closer to her and then you kissed her cheek. “Thanks for cheering me up a little and for clearing things up between us.” You stepped a little back with a small smile on your face.

She began blushing, looking really surprised.

“I hope there is no more bad blood between us… And if there is, maybe we could talk about it again.” You said with a wink before you walked out of the lavatory quickly.

Merula touched the cheek you kissed and then she looked at the door you used closed behind you.

….

“Wait… What in Merlin’s name was that kiss about?!” Merula said confused and then she frowned a little. She began running after you. “Hey! Come back here, Y/L/N!”

#Harry Potter Hogwarts mystery #hogwarts mystery #hogwarts mobile game #hogwarts mystery imagine #imagine #mc #jacob's sibling #Female reader #fem!reader #merula snyde #reader x merula snyde #tulip karasu #rowan khanna #penny haywood #nymphadora tonks #I'm not my brother #rewritten

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nr0r · 5 years ago

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I am literally copying and pasting from Discord heck

You ever just wake up and get a lot of stuff to write down so you jump on that immediately before sleeping again? Like, jump on your computer to type it easier and all that? yeah. ok so I'm gonna honestly sit and hammer out why ZaDr is so shipped, despite the controversial status. Maybe put some logic/reasoning on this extremely old ship, prolly post this up on Tumblr or Twitter. Cause I'm extra about yesterday, and want to at least give people some form of clarity, cause that's nice to have. Ok uh. aHEM ANYWAY blabbing away aside:

ZaDr is extremely popular, and the biggest thing I hear most outta people other than moral out cries of 'age disputes' (we don't know ZIM's real age at all, and it's very possible he very well could still be a kid. There's stuff that supports this, but I'm not here to post my proofs for my very vanilla 'ZIM is actually a kid' AU. Maybe some other time. Whatever, moving on) and 'they hate each other/are enemies disputes' (enemies -> friends, as well as enemies -> romance is an age old trope and everywhere. Seriously. This is in every fandom just about and is inescapable. It even happens in canon in a lot of them.) So here's some clarity on why this gets shipped to hell and back:

The two have a LOT of common, in fact, a LOT more than the rest of the cast do. Their chemistry is prime for shipping compared to everyone else, despite the 'moral issues': -ZIM and Dib are both EXTREMELY passion/overly zealous about their goals, ambitions and beliefs to the point of ludicrousy and mockery. -People don't believe them and do not believe in them. At all. -They crave acceptance in their beliefs and ability to succeed in their goals. -They also crave acceptance/being commended/acknowledged by their superiors, who regularly put them down/mock them over their goals/ambitions/beliefs -They are so so so stubborn about this, despite the clear odds stacked against them -Both have no friends. Both are incredibly lonely and can only, realistically, confide in each other at this point. This has even happened in canon, tho that episode was never finished and aired (Mopiness of Doom) -This is the only ship with an episode like Mopiness of Doom -They fuel each other's ambitions and would be nothing without each other

These are the primary reasons why this gets shipped like crazy. Other ships exist, and boy howdy do I ship some of them too as I am shipping trash, but I'm willing to admit and accept there's very little in the way of 'proof' or chemistry for them. Some ships I ship that have no hope compared to ZaDr honestly:

RaZr: -A common trope. SuperiorxUnderling. But they got nothing going really -Seriously. RED fucking hates ZIM, and while this argument is used against ZaDr, Mopiness still happened. -RED actually regularly tries to get ZIM killed. Same with PURPLE. Both sent him to a part of the universe they thought would yield nothing in the hopes of ZIM dying off from the long travel/never returning/getting lost -All they have going for them is: 1. That trope and 2. They uh grew up together -ZIM will probably someday kill him and PURPLE tbh

TaGr. This is a VERY popular ship... but like: -What... what have they done together in screen time -Or transcripts -Or comics? -No seriously. What? Hardly anything at all. People just ship them cause they're both grumpy and girls tbh.

RaPr is ACTUALLY the only other ship that's very viable and has canon support that I can think of: -I don't have to explain this -Just look at them -They're like. Married, dude! -MARRIED!!!

Gonna get into ships that I see are done to spite ZaDr, which... makes no... sense...Like... why do people ship ships to spite other ships...It's like me going up to a buffet of cakes, seeing people eating chocolate cakes mostly so I pick vanilla just to spite the chocolate cake fans and I'm all " -ZIM LAUGHTER- FOOLS!!! YOU INSOLENT EARTH-PIGS!!!! COWER AND TREMBLE AND CRY FOR I HAVE CHOSEN CHOCOLATE!!!!!!!!!!!!!" like... what are they seriously gonna do....? Drop their cake and cry? No dude they're gonna keep eating lmao

anyway. anyway. salt aside, let's get into this:

GaDr (Gretchen and Dib romance): -Why? -They never... really... maybe a couple times in the comics and once in the show. But that's literally it. -All the people I have personally interacted with who ship this ship proudly proclaim it's to spite ZaDr like. Good for you? -Like dawg it's ok if Shadow is my favorite Sonic character man. You don't... you don't gotta stan Cream the Rabbit just because so many people stan Shadow the Hedgehog. Like it's ok. It's ok. It's ok.

ZaSr (ZIM and Skoodge romance): -I actually enjoy this ship. It can be done cutely, but like... -Dawg, ZIM is AWFUL to Skoodge -Fucks him over -Mocks him -Nearly gets him killed a number of times -They got nothing going for them other than being short, being unfortunate and the same species

ZaTr: -The only straight ship I ship lmao -Ummmm -Again. Why. A lot of these 'spite ships' actually contain the problems people complain about most, but ignore in spite ships or when TAK is in the equation (DaTr) which I don't get, but like hey, I said what I needed to earlier already. -No seriously, WHY? I don't... because... enemies->romance, right? They just don't have enough material. It would be like if ZIM and Dib only had Nightmare Begins are their material, and that's it. If that were so, I too would be saying WHY?

I think this concludes my brain vomit, and I can finally get back to bed, but yeah idk.

Disclaimer: It is fine to like ships, it is fine to dislike ships, but don't be a bully over it. I've seen tireless arguments against ZaDr that are honestly? Easily broken down through a couple google searches. This doesn't invalidate disliking something, but this doesn't mean it's 'right' either. All in all, we're all watching IZ 'wrong' by shipping these characters. Hell, we're watching it 'wrong' by even liking them enough or thinking any of them are cute. Seriously. At the end of the day, Jhonen hates how we're all going about fandom participation, and practically has since day one, even if there was nothing shipped ever (which is impossible tbh.) That's why he stirs the pot. That's why he likes to make crude/random statements just to get easy people riled up, and that's classic 'don't take the bait/feed the trolls' internet 101 at play.

And double Disclaimer: You simply cannot make noise against ZaDr over the joke of ZIM being ‘OLT AF’, and then continue on with TaGr and DaTr. You just cannot. You also cannot make noise against ZaDr for ‘moral’ reasons and then ignore... DaGr (Dib and Gaz). Seriously. That one has absolutely no fucking defense. None. That’s disgusting, that’s incest, that’s sick, that’s I’m getting off topic but. Still bro.

#ZaDr #Discourse #shut up Lilith #long post

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ciestessde · 5 years ago

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Phantasma Magica Ch. 6

STORY SUMMARY

Clockwork and the Observants send Danny to Hogwarts on a special mission. But, cryptic as ever, that Old Stopwatch never actually told him what would happen on it!!! “All you need to do right now, Daniel, is stay focused on your mission. And remember, the-” “‘The Lions with the time-turner, lightning-bolt scar, and hair like fire are friends; watch out for the rat; and the black dog is not a threat.’ Yeah, you’ve only repeated that a few dozen times today.”

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When Danny returned later the next day, things were mostly how he had expected to find them: most of the students had left for the holidays, the Trio were talking in front of the fireplace in the Gryffindor common room, and Harry looked absolutely exhausted. Against what he had expected, however, the other two weren’t trying to comfort Harry. Ron was getting angry. Hermione was on the verge of tears. They were trying to convince Harry not to go after Black. That it was too dangerous. That the dementors and other authorities would catch him. That the biggest piece of Pettigrew they could find (after Black blew him up) was his finger.

Danny didn’t interfere; it really wasn’t his place to. But if Harry wanted to go after Black, he would gladly help him. Ron gave up, suggesting they should go visit Hagrid. Harry, wanting to ask Hagrid why he had never told him about Black, readily agreed, and Danny (both because he dared not let Harry out of sight in this state, and because he wanted to hear more about Black himself) followed them to the hut -- which was far too close to the dementors’ patrols for the phantasm’s comfort.

But when they arrived, it was far from a happy holiday greeting that they received -- the half-giant was sobbing and, after letting them inside his small hut, shoved a letter toward Harry to read. Danny, having learned his lesson about getting distracted and tuning people out, listened… But was still slightly distracted, not by the large dog, but by the EVEN LARGER… horse… eagle… hybrid creature- it looked like if someone had decided to make a pegasus, but added the head of the bird too. BUT! Danny did manage to listen past his shock (for the most part). The letter was some court order, saying that Hagrid’s “hippogriff” (which, he figured out, was the not-a-pegasus) named “Buckbeak” did something bad, and, after a hearing (which sounded like it would be completely bogus), the Ministry’s “Committee for the Disposal of Dangerous Creatures” were likely going to execute the poor thing.

Ron, Hermione, and even Harry -- his anger now thoroughly diffused -- did their best to comfort Hagrid, promising they’d help him make a good case for Buckbeak’s innocence. Calmer, petting his dog’s head and with a cup of hot tea in front of him, Hagrid admitted, “I’ve not bin meself lately. Worried abou’ Buckbeak, an’ no one likin’ me classes--” “We do like them!” Hermione said, lying rather convincingly. “Yeah, they’re great!” Danny noticed Ron’s fingers crossed under the table. “Er-- how are the flobberworms?” “Dead,” Hagrid said gloomily, “Too much lettuce.” “Oh no!” Ron’s lip twitched, making his lie rather unconvincing.

“An’ them dementors make me feel ruddy terrible an’ all.” Hagrid shuddered. “Gotta walk past ‘em ev’ry time I want a drink in the Three Broomsticks. ‘S like bein’ back in Azkaban--” He cut off, and the room went silent. ‘Azkaban…?’ “Is it awful in there, Hagrid?” Hermione asked timidly. “Yeh’ve no idea. Never bin anywhere like it. Thought I was goin’ mad…” He described, to Danny’s disgust, a prison guarded by dementors sucking the happiness and, eventually, the very life-essence out of every prisoner, night and day.

“But you were innocent!” Hermione cried. Hagrid snorted. “Think that matters to them? They don’ care. Long as they’ve got a couple o’ hundred humans stuck there with ‘em, so they can leech all the happiness out of ‘em, they don’ give a damn who’s guilty an’ who’s not.” He was quiet, then said, “Thought o’ jus’ letting Buckbeak go… tryin’ ter make him fly away… but how d’yeh explain ter a hippogriff it’s gotta go inter hidin’? An’--an’ I’m scared o’ breakin’ the law…” He looked up, tears leaking out his eyes, “I don’ ever want ter go back ter Azkaban.”

If there was anything that his best friend Sam had rubbed off on him while he was still human, it was her dual loves of nature and freedom. And Danny already had not-so-friendly feelings for the dementors around this castle. So to hear about a prison guarded by them, and then a section of government devoted to “disposing” of creatures they disapproved of… Danny was developing some not-so-friendly feelings for the wizards’ “Ministry” as well…

So Danny was quite eager to help with the Trio’s research in building a defense for Buckbeak. He helped them pour over volume after volume, and article after article, for anything even remotely relevant to Buckbeak’s case (He had clawed the arm of a student -- ‘Malfoy. Why is it always Malfoy???’ -- who’d provoked him, directly against Hagrid’s instructions to the class). The research, to Hermione and Ron’s relief, also distracted Harry from searching for and worrying over Sirius Black.

Eventually, Danny needed a break. He’d been stuck inside this castle (which, though big, consisted of the same rooms as ever) for too long, his eyes were swimming with fancy law terms and news articles, and his visit to the side-town “Hogsmeade” was cut short before. So, after satisfying himself that his friends would be safe for a few hours without him, Danny followed the tunnel under the Whomping Willow -- eager to investigate why it had been blocked off.

The tree’s flailing branches passed right through him, and he entered a tunnel that was dark even for Danny’s night-vision. It let out into what seemed to be an abandoned house -- only this one had scratches and claw-marks all over the inside. ‘I wonder what this place is…?’ Turning invisible and intangible, Danny flew straight up and through the ceiling and the roof, then turned around. ‘Oh! This must be the “Shrieking Shack!”’

He had heard about some of the highlights of Hogsmeade from Ron and Hermione. Judging by the run-down appearance of the house below him, and the fence around the yard, this was the house that was supposed to be haunted. ‘I don’t feel any presences, though… Except maybe a few animals. But I guess that’s not surprising! Figures that it’s not actually haunted, heh!’

Danny surveyed the rest of Hogsmeade from above. He couldn’t buy anything, but it could be fun to look around the shops anyway. Especially that joke shop! ‘I’ll leave that for last!’ He floated down to street-level, deciding to start with the post-office. It was like a busy zoo enclosure, with owls of all sizes flying around and waiting to have letters attached to them. Next was the candy store -- which seemed almost like a joke shop unto itself! There were some free samples, too, which he took a few of for later. In one barrel was some blood-flavored lollipops, though… which reminded him: ‘There’s something to mention to Professor Lupin later… Phantasms’ worst enemies aren’t dementors, they’re vampires. Guess they’re part of this… “magical community.” Better keep my eyes out.’

The joke shop was just as fun as he thought it’d be and better. There were several items he knew Tucker (his other best friend…) would’ve gotten a kick out of -- and plenty he knew Sam could’ve found all sorts of uses for! ‘Oh, man… A quill that misspells EVERYTHING you write…! I mean, I would’ve had to convince him to use a quill first -- but Mr. Lancer would have HATED this thing…!’ So, with a mental list of things he wanted for Christmas (in case anyone asked), Danny turned back toward the Shrieking Shack for one last look at it before returning to the castle.

‘How did this place get SO torn up…’ There were claw marks going from ceiling to floor. The floor itself was a network of scratches in every direction. There wasn’t a single piece of untouched furniture… ‘Well, something clearly used to live here--’ His tour came to a halt when he entered a bedroom. Sitting on the bed, staring him straight in the eyes… A face from a wanted poster flashed through Danny’s mind…

‘Sirius Black…’

Silently, and before the man could react, Danny dove, grabbed him by the throat, and pinned him to the wall. His ethereal flames danced in his right hand; the claws of his left pricked the skin of Black’s throat, dripping a tiny bit of blood on his prison uniform -- before the wounds froze over, frost covering his shoulder and the wall behind. The windows faced away from the sun -- Danny was the only light in the room. Sirius was frozen -- though not literally. His mind was back in Azkaban. Except… this wasn’t a dementor in front of him- WHAT WAS THIS?!

Danny couldn’t decide whether to kill him now -- ‘I’m NOT an animal! I am NOT a MURDERER!!’ -- or bring him to the castle -- ‘They’ll just kill him anyway!’ Danny growled, frustrated and hungry -- vibrating and shaking Sirius’ heart in his chest. Which was all Sirius needed to snap out of it and remember how he escaped the dementors--

Danny couldn’t do a thing as he watched the criminal morph -- into a BLACK DOG -- ‘The black dog is not a threat’ -- escape his grip -- ‘Black dog is not a threat’ -- and run for the tunnel under the Whomping Willow...

‘Black is not a threat…’ …

Danny floated there, in that bedroom, with his arm outstretched, for a good half-hour out of shock.

‘What… do I do now… ‘Clockwork…?’

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steve0discusses · 6 years ago

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Yugioh S2 Ep 33: ᵇˡᶦᵐᵖ ʙʟɪᴍᴘ BLIMP ԀꟽI⅂ꓭ

I usually don’t really do these during weekdays but lets just say today was a day where I felt the need for a healthy distraction.

Ah, it is episode 33. There are...so many episodes in a Yugioh season, guys. I was just not aware. But, here we are at episode 33 and we are finally going to start the finals.

For reals this time, no one’s going to get engaged, no one’s going to randomly murder a bunch of people. We are officially starting the finals this episode.

Sort of.

Man, Kaiba and his butterfly-wing shoulderpads. Sometimes it just looks like he’s just going to gently flutter away.

Also in this stadium with Kaiba and Mokuba is Marik and Odion, who is just as confused as to where the hell everyone went and why the hell Mai just flew by being carried off by a ninja in a jet pack. The hours it must have taken to wait for Yugi’s crew to walk 2 single blocks was enough time for Marik to formulate yet another back-up plan. I want to say this is plan #9.

It’s a good thing Pharaoh can’t read anymore, considering that Marik’s just walking around in a crop hoodie with a tattoo that just reads “SEASON 2 SPOILERS, PHARAOH, DO NOT READ” in hieroglyphs.

But if you wait long enough, even Yugi and his friends will accidentally wander the correct direction and actually show up.

(read more under the cut)

Not a joke, this is actually an unfinished public works project, congratulations, Kaiba Corps, there is nothing that Kaiba won’t try and then fail at, at least once.

Anyways, this shady-as-hell unfinished stadium seems kind of like a good place to get murdered and then tossed into a cement slab. Which honestly, would have been a very likely end to this season, considering what we have been through so far.

Marik decides to sneak around the bleachers, probably on all fours so no one would spot him, jump out a window, and then come in through the front door like he’s not been here this entire time. As he did, apparently he made everything very, very windy. In fact, everyone with a millennium item brought with them a spooooooky gust of wind except I think Yugi, who is probably too short to pull that one off.

Yugi did manage to get the vibe of “something bad is coming” before Marik entered the field, but like...there’s so many bad things at this point, Yugi. So many people that could be. It feels like that might be half the cast. You could say that at any given moment in this season and be absolutely right.

So, after possessing Tea for a second, for...some reason? Did she need threatening? Anyway, after doing that, Namu is in with the gang because literally nothing will prevent Yugi from becoming a friend with you, especially if you are trying to hide the fact that you just tried to kill him by drowning him in the ocean.

Funny how instead of them asking how the hell Namu got away from cultists, they have to fixate on the mystery of “is Bakura good at cards!?” because, and I kinda forgot about this, I guess they don’t remember the last time they saw Bakura play. How far up their own ass is Yugi and Joey to assume that just because Bakura doesn’t brag about cards all day, that Bakura hasn’t been equally good at cards? They kind of deserve this.

Yeah and PS Kaiba absolutely did not check the satellite to get the DL on why the hell Bakura got so many cards. Dayjob Saruman I guess went home for the evening so...although that shadow game was definitely being recorded on a computer, we’ll never know what that mess looked like on Kaiba’s end. Like there’s just three duel disks covered in ectoplasm hanging out in the cemetery and no one seems to have noticed?

Like for a competition that was huge about security and tech, they only seemed to watch the God Cards players and then Mokuba randomly monitored Joey Wheeler for some reason. That was it. That was all the people the Kaiba’s cared about.

So although Marik and Odion and Bakura could probably take on everyone right now. Like riiiight now. They decide not to because, well, I nearly forgot about someone that I was really looking forward to seeing again, that’s right, my favorite boy!

AW THERE HE IS!

to quote one of my actual favorite earworms,

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Where has this big boy been hiding!? He’s freakin ginormous, but apparently he was just hiding behind a soft cloud or something, in anticipation of this grand reveal in a very sketch unfinished stadium that’s probably being used to bet on bum fights.

Mokuba gets excited for the first time since...I don’t remember if Mokuba’s ever actually been excited before. Like I’m digging through my memories here and no, Mokuba’s been mostly abducted, angry, bored, or scared, this is the first time he’s exuded that pure pre-teen energy.

PS a blimp’s max flying height is 1500 ft, and what surprised me the most about this was realizing that this entire time we’ve been watching this show, we’ve been getting measurements in US metrics. Didn’t realize that before today.

Also, on my wikipedia deep dive into blimps, I found out that like...this is probably not a “blimp,” but actually a semi-rigid airship but...I’m gonna keep calling it a blimp. Don’t @ me, blimp fandom on tumblr.

It’s so good to see more Blimp. Even though...probably the worst place to throw a tourney? Like...how many people are you even gonna fit in there? Like...is this televised? I mean I don’t know how Kaiba’s marketing works for this, honestly, he took over every TV in the city to get people to join this tourney, and now that it’s in full swing no one can watch it?

Whatever, it’s a blimp.

Duke Devlin is still here, despite the fact that I don’t think he’s going to do anything for the rest of this season. I guess they had to promote that gameboy game so his face will just be in the background always although as a dice player he um...he has no purpose here.

In fact it makes no sense, he works with Pegasus who straight up killed Mokuba and Kaiba like a month ago, why are they just letting him on their airship? Whatever.

I dunno, maybe there’s more that Duke will do eventually, but he just seemed like a replacement for Bakura at first--and Bakura’s back now, so why’s he still here?

Ishizu is here, and while every other time we’ve seen Ishizu, she’s been talking our ears off, the one time she should probably say something, she instead decides to lock herself inside her bedroom and avoid everyone.

I guess she was mostly avoiding Marik so they don’t have a sibling laser fight in the hull of a Blimp. That would have made things so awkward for Yugi and Bakura. Especially Yugi, who still doesn’t know that thing around his neck shoots freakin lasers.

Props the background artists who had to draw billions of small little buildings AKA the worst background in the world to draw. I will go through hoops to avoid drawing even a single building, but to have to sit down and paint just a whole page of buildings that someone’s going to smack a foreground on anyway? Mad respect. If you look closely you’ll see that this artist had to use a ruler and perspective and other annoying tools that take up time and energy. Even using editing tools like using blocks of black color to imitate the look of rooftops and crowded structures, it probably took them a few hours to make the background that went in a .2 second scene.

They’ll probably reuse these buildings later, don’t get me wrong, but oi, I feel for them in my carpel tunnel bones.

Seto keeps telling Yugi that they’re rivals but I don’t think anyone on this show other than Joey thinks of Seto as much of a rival at all. You almost feel a little bad for him, like he’s in a weird...hate triangle, but very much on the loosing end of it.

Next we get a good look at Kaiba’s interior design decisions, and much like his mansions, it’s a lot of very unexpected soothing pastels. Like this is a lot of seafoam blue. How can someone so angry make something so grandma-zen? Is it actually Kaiba’s grandmother who is just slapping down all these paint chips when he’s not looking? I mean it’s got muted pink stools even, with a makeup station.

Tea, Tristan, and Duke have no rooms to go to because they aren’t actually part of this competition, so they’re just squatting around until they’ll probably all end up crashing with Mokuba, the only other person who is not dueling in this competition. Reminds me a lot of the first week of college, where everyone is just coasting dorm room to dorm room and there’s like 10 people there who actually don’t actually go there but want to hang out with their high school friends and they just end up sleeping in your room for 7 days until they read your other friend’s diary, get hella indignant, and then storm off back to California. My apologies to my Freshman year roommate who had to put up with all that girl drama.

And because it’s this show, the men and their bottomless stomachs decide to raid the smallest little mini fridge and you wouldn’t believe what takes up about 1/4 of it

There is so many cheese wheels in this Japanese show, guys. So, I felt like doing a quick google search of Japan and Cheese and it’s just a bunch of ex-pats talking about how the European cheeses most of us are familiar with is harder to find in Japan. So, maybe that’s why? It's a status symbol that he can find round cheeses?

But even if you can only get your hands on a 30$ Swiss wheel every so often (because that really is just Swiss cheese, like lets be real.) how much Swiss cheese can one man eat??? Especially since, looking closely, there is not a single baguette here. No man can eat that much cheese without a bread!

Sorry, stuffing your face full of free cheese you pulled out of your friend’s mini-fridge is also giving me vivid flashbacks to my Freshman year of college.

Also little edit--just realized that flag is flipped 90 degrees from French so that’s probably a Holland flag? Although I looked up European flags and there is...none that have that color order so I don’t know which country they were originally going for.

YO I just realized there’s no curtains on any of these pelvis-height level windows. So, you can’t sleep because of the lights, and you can’t change into pajamas because like--the whole city will see.

Kaiba does seem like the type that would on purpose not install any curtains on any of the windows he’s ever owned, though.

Keto is gone, and now we just have Roland, who is probably too terrified to ever abduct the Kaibas by picking them up by the neck with one arm.

Anyway, in case you were wondering--since the show has decided to make a huge fuss over card prep time--how can they prep for a card game if they only have the cards they brought with them and they don’t know what the other people are even playing or which person they’re playing first?

Kaiba did nothing. He sat there and thought “If Yugi doesn’t even put that God Card in his deck this entire tourney will be absolutely pointless.”

Mai took little sips of milk. Probably paired it with Swiss cheese. Just a huge bite out of a wheel of Swiss cheese.

Odion never found the refrigerator.

Marik took a nap on this bed that looks like it’s just made of foam. Why is this the only one on the show who’s like “Youknow, I should sleep at some point.”

And Yugi’s prep involved talking to himself a whole lot, which explains why none of his friends wanted to stay here for that. I doubt very much Yugi kicked him out of the room. He was probably like “no, stay, stay” in that high pitched-low pitched voice combo until they were like “nooooo I don’t want to be present for your daily seance checkup byeeee.” while slowly backing out of the room.

Yo remember that time we were worried about Bandit Keith stealing the puzzle?

Apparently...Pharaoh could have just sort of done that dizzolving thingy and appeared right back on Yugi’s neck.

And remember that time Yugi handed that puzzle to Joey?

Apparently...Pharaoh could have just sneezed and then bam--right back around Yugi’s neck.

Like remember any time this season that we’ve been like “Oh no, the puzzle! We’re gonna lose it!” no that...that was never a problem.

I mean to be fair when it’s dismantled it might not work but um--apparently you can’t lose an item after it’s decided it likes you. At all. Which is kind of weird because Pegasus totally lost that eyeball, and aren’t all these items property of Pharaoh anyway?

I’ll try not to think about it as this rule seems to only really apply to Bakura.

Anyway, next week--I’m pretty sure the finals are indeed actually starting next week. I could be wrong as I have been every single episode but maybe--probably--the finals are actually going to start. We shall see.

#Yugioh #yugioh recap #photo recap #s2 ep33 #yugi muto #marik ishtar #odion #joey wheeler #seto kaiba #kaiba #mokuba #tea gardner #duke devlin #bakura #ishizu ishtar #mai valentine #tristan taylor #serenity wheeler

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Searching, Waiting, Looking -Ch02- (Trixya) - Pichitinha

A/N: it took me 84 years but I’m back with a second chapter. This is as cliche as the first one, a little bit longer and overall gay. It’s also on AO3 and I’m here on tumblr as @pichitinha

Chapter 2 - We’re all patiently impatient

Trixie makes absolutely sure that she’ll be at least fifteen minutes early to their agreed coffee meeting because the first time she’d met Katya had been the first time she’d been late to anything in ages and she already hates that that’s the first impression she caused. Granted, Katya hardly looks like the type of person that would hold it against her, but that was a fluke, it’s not who she is, and it’s important for her that Katya knows that. So she’ll be her usual Trixie early, ready for anything with her entire schedule planned out for her - both in her brain and in her little planning book where her whole life is stored, really - and wait for Katya if she has to. She doesn’t mind waiting, she’s used to it, but she wants Katya to know what kind of professional - what kind of person - she is.

As she’s crossing the street to the little café they agreed to meet at, though, she can see Katya turning the corner and arriving at the same time. Maybe she also likes to be early to everything. That’s a quality Trixie loves in people, especially those she has to work with, so she hopes it’s true. Katya looks serene, a bit lost in her thoughts, and it tugs a smile to Trixie’s face.

“Katya, hey!” She waves as she’s crossing once she and Katya are close enough that she doesn’t have to shout. Her outfit today is more tasteful - well, it’s less horrific, more normal and fitting for an afternoon out in a coffee shop, but the pattern is still troublesome and Trixie’s really curious as to how she always makes her looks work when they’re actually are super ugly. Maybe she’s just really naturally pretty.

“Oh, hey! You’re early.” Katya hugs her quickly, more of a squeeze with one arm than an embrace, and Trixie can faintly gather the smell of her shampoo, something light and breezy that she can’t really place but that makes Trixie think of dandelions flying in slow motion and that somehow matches the way Katya’s hair dances in the light wind that’s hitting them on the sidewalk. It’s poetic, almost, and it widens her smile a little.

“I usually am, yesterday was a complete rare event, I swear.” Trixie feels the need to explain herself, for some reason she really wants Katya to be assured of her personal qualities.

Katya merely raises both her hands as if in surrender. “Hey, I’m not the time police. It’s fine. Let’s go in, I really need a coffee.”

They find an empty square table at the back of the café where the light isn’t great - which explains why most of the students in the place are crowded at the tables at the entrance where the sun is peeking through the window - but it’s quiet and there’s space to spread sheets on the surface and it’s not on the way to anything so there shouldn’t be people walking by. Katya orders a black coffee, Trixie sticks with a tea, and soon they’re seated in silence and Trixie wonders where the hell one starts planning a wedding.

(She’d googled it, of course, for hours the previous night. She’s still lost, though. She has no idea what she’s doing. But she’s doing it anyway.)

“So,” Katya looks just as lost as she is, but she’s still very joyful. “How about we play a bit at our actual jobs of pressing a button in a camera and throwing flowers around in a room before we dive into, you know, planning an entire wedding from beginning to end with zero experience?” She places both her elbows at the table as she speaks, rests her head on her hands and opens a very large but clearly dry smile as she finishes her sentence, and Trixie can’t help the laugh - or rather scream, as her friends have complained she does - that escapes her throat. She looks very cute like that, younger somehow with the two pigtails she has adorning her face, and Trixie can see in the hollows of her cheeks the coat of foundation she’s wearing.

“Yeah, ok, that’d be good.” She smiles and settles comfortably into her chair. Katya is as easy to talk to as Sasha had mentioned. “I do more than throw flowers around a room though, sometimes there are ribbons.”

“Oh my, how could I forget the ribbons!”

They laugh together and both start digging papers and photos out of their portfolio bags. They turn to each other, each with a huge stack of things at hand, and both giggle again.

“You go,” Trixie offers, settles her things on the empty chair next to her and watches as Katya spreads a few simple wedding pictures on the table.

Trixie’s barely glanced at them but her jaw drops immediately.

“Ok, so these are some weddings I did where the theme was like fall, which is kinda boring if you ask me, but anyway. So each was with a different decorator and idea, of course, but this is a type of photo I always like to get with the couple no matter what type of wedding it is and I think it translates well, no matter what’s going on around them. What do you think?”

Katya has her eyes on the photos as she speaks, her eyes fidgeting over them as if she is nervous, but now as she asks Trixie the question she can feel her eyes on her, questioning. She doesn’t look at them, though, can’t tear her own eyes away from the raw emotion that’s displayed on the photographs on the table. The scenery is different for all of them, the colors matching in the pastel and hazel fall setting but different in every other aspect, and the poses each couple is in also differs - there’s a man and a woman locked on an embrace, their faces almost touching but their eyes closed, expression serene, and there’s one with two men, one hugging the other from behind with his head buried on his neck, their eyes also closed and happy little smiles, and the others all follow the embrace and eyes closed pattern, but in different ways, different expressions, different everything.

Except for the feeling. Trixie isn’t sure how she does that - how she gets the couple to portray exactly what she has in mind, even - but she feels pure and unadulterated contentment when looking at each and every one of them. She feels calm, in peace, and a little bit in love herself - with what she doesn’t know, but she feels it.

Sasha wasn’t lying when she praised Katya’s work. She has no words.

“I… these are phenomenal, Katya. Like, truly magnificent.”

“Oh, please.” Katya waves her hand, makes light of the situation, but a quick glance is enough for Trixie to notice the faint blush on her cheeks. It’s adorable, really.

“I’m serious, there’s so much emotion in these. How do you do that?”

Katya shrugs sheepishly, lets her fingers roam the pictures as if she’s reminiscing.. “I don’t know. I just… that’s why I became a photographer, you know? It was never about photographing something but rather what that photograph would mean. Does that make sense?”

Weirdly, it makes all the sense in the world to Trixie. That’s why she never sold herself as a wedding decorator per se but ended up doing those almost exclusively. She doesn’t know the couples, doesn’t follow their lives afterwards to know if it worked of if they got divorced the week after, but there’s just something when she’s decorating a room for a wedding, when she knows that the day will be important, even if briefly, even if only then, that the people in there will be at their happiest for a couple of hours at least, it just severely beats down decorating a room for a company fifteen year anniversary.

“It does.” Trixie sighs. “It really does.”

They spend another half hour looking over Katya’s pictures, Trixie’s intent on analyzing every single one carefully resulting in several minutes spent in every set of new photos that Katya displays. Trixie can’t help it, really, she’s beyond amazed with Katya’s talent. And she doesn’t seem bothered, on contrary, seems flattered and even a bit embarrassed at Trixie’s clear awe when looking at the pictures. She keeps pointing out details, describing what feelings she gets from each, and every time Katya seems a bit surprised at how well Trixie reads what she meant to show. Trixie’s proud of herself, if she’s honest.

“We make a great pair,” Katya mentions lightly at yet another one of Trixie’s observations, this time on the last set of photos she has to show, and Trixie feels the corners of her lips tugging into a grin before she can even process it. The words sound nice.

“I’m not saying we don’t, but your pictures are so clear. You’re really talented, anyone would get what your goals are.”

Katya shakes her head, but doesn’t let her smile disappear completely. She looks so pleased and Trixie’s a little pleased with her own self for it. “You’d be surprised.”

Trixie can’t picture anyone looking at what she just looked and not being completely awestruck. Katya’s talent is clear in every colors she uses and to think that people might not see that is mindblowing. “Some people are really dumb.”

“Ugh, stop with the complimenting already, it’s gross!” Katya swats Trixie’s hands away as she jokes, her eyes shining as she gathers her things to put them back in her bag. Trixie laughs at the cute grump face she makes and moves to get her own pictures. Katya seems absurdly interested. “Yes, show me your talents now.”

“Before you see anything you should know that I have unfortunately never had a photographer that could capture my ideas as I wanted them to be captured so don’t judge me too hard.”

Trixie isn’t usually shy about her work - she’s a good decorator and she knows it - but now that it’s her time to share her work her brain is haunting her with everything Katya just showed her - beautiful, amazing works of art -, and it’s hard not to feel overwhelmed.

Katya merely looks at her like she’s grown an extra head. “Uh, I’m a photographer? I’ll be able to tell that the photographer did a bad job, don’t worry.”

Trixie’s heart swells with her plain confidence that whatever she sees will be the photographer’s fault, and Trixie hopes briefly that she’s right, that none of the photos she brought - although chosen very carefully to share her talent - have any of her mediocre decorations, where the time was too little, or the theme too strict, or the couple too unhelping.

Trixie starts with her outdoor wedding photos, knows it’s a bit irrelevant given Shea and Sasha actually have a closed hall, but she loves them and their simplicity and the fact that her decorations have to match the existing nature; and she really wants Katya to see what she’s capable of - what she knows she’s capable of. After what she’s seen of Katya’s work, she wants her to think she’s a worthy partner. She knows she is, she just needs to prove it.

Katya grabs the first one off the table and puts it weirdly close to her face, her eyes squinting and roaming through the entirety of the picture, searching. Trixie is oddly uncomfortable, loves the wedding she’s currently scrutinizing and really hopes she doesn’t hate it because if she does, Trixie doesn’t think she’ll have anything else better to save herself.

“That was such a poor choice of lightning for this photo. They totally missed how a color gradient could have formed with the flowers and the sunset in the back.”

Katya moves to show her, places her finger on the middle of the frame where the intersection between the flowers and the sky is, but Trixie doesn’t look, she doesn’t have to. She had placed those flowers there strategically, had known that the sun setting in the back would create the perfect colors to follow the line of the flowers if taken from the right angle from the ground at the beginning of the carpet. She’d told the photographer that, several times, up until the point he had outright told her he went to school for this and she didn’t. He never did take the picture she wanted, never immortalized the image she envisioned, and the crappy photo she took on her personal phone is the only proof she has of that.

Now Katya’s pointing that out, after maybe staring at the picture for thirty seconds, and she seems sad at the missed opportunity. Trixie’s heart aches for a moment, because that’s a particular event she’s never really forgotten, was never able to replicate again, and she’s part sad by the confirmation that what she wanted was indeed possible, but mostly happy because Katya gets it. She wasn’t there, she didn’t see it, but she gets it.

“Trixie?” Katya asks with arched eyebrows and Trixie notices she’s been staring at her the whole time, mouth probably agape.

“Sorry, I just- hold on.” She takes her phone out of her pocket and frantically looks for the picture she took that day. She had an older phone, then, but she’s saved it through all the months and always has it in her gallery. “Bare in mind that I am not a photographer and this was taken with an old iPhone, ok?”

Katya nods even though she seems lost, and takes Trixie’s phone.

“Oh!” Katya stares at the phone for several long seconds, and then the right side of her lips tugs into a cute side smile, content. Trixie’s heart soars. “Yeah, that’s exactly what I mean. That was wicked smart, Trixie.”

Trixie can feel herself blushing, readjusts a bit on her chair as she feels warmth spreading all over her face and chest in pride. She never realized how much she wanted to be recognized for that feature that’d been gone unnoticed. “Thanks. I’ll never forgive the photographer for not capturing it.”

Katya nods in agreement, eyes still on the crappy picture on her phone. “It truly is a shame. Maybe next time you do something like this you can invite me to take pictures?”

“Yes!” Trixie finds herself nodding before Katya has even finished speaking, her reply perhaps more enthusiastic than necessary. “I think you’re right, we make a great pair.”

Katya finally gives her back the phone, stares at her again like her entire focus and attention are on Trixie and she can practically feel the weight of it. “We do.”

“Ok, so that’s basically it, right?” Katya asks staring up and down the page on her notepad where she and Trixie made a list of everything they have to do for the wedding - well, everything they think they have to do. They looked at several websites and discussed each item to see its real relevance and added a few of their own - are there oddly specific photography and decoration items? Yes - and currently they have an entire written page consisting of no less than seventy-four items.

“Basically,” Trixie snorts. “Yeah, I guess that’s basically it.”

Katya smiles and gives a little laugh, puts down the notebook with a sigh as she leans back on her chair and stretches. Trixie can see a tiny part of her stomach, then, and it’s lighter than her arms but tanner than her face and it’s fully toned. She averts her gaze when Katya speaks again, “So where do we start?”

“By moving to Mexico and pretending we never agreed to any of this?”

Katya’s laugh is loud this time and it fills the entire room and it is undeniably adorable. Trixie can’t help but smile in return. “Good plan,” Katya replies when she manages to stop, leans on the table still completely focused on Trixie. She hasn’t stopped smiling yet. Trixie wouldn’t ever stop smiling if she had her teeth, she thinks.

“I don’t know, there are definitely lots of things to do and we don’t even know the date they’ll get yet. Which, of course, is number one on the list. We don’t have a lot to work on right now.”

“Let’s discuss the couple then, maybe we’ll get some ideas. Tell me about you and Shea, how long have you known each other?”

Trixie feels her smile dropping for a second before she puts it right back on. She loves Shea, she’s been her best friend for years, but she doesn’t like discussing their friendship, especially with someone she just met, no matter how fast and easily they hit it off, even if they’re someone who knows and loves Shea as well.

“I met Shea back when we both still lived in Chicago. When I decided to move there from Milwaukee my friend Kim told me she had a spare room that she and her roommate needed to rent, so there I went. Her roommate was Shea and we became friends very fast. The three of us were inseparable.”

Katya raises her eyebrows, seems weary. “What happened to the third friend?”

“Oh, she’s fine. She still lives in Chicago so we don’t see each other all that much. But we talk everyday, I’m sure she’ll be the maid of honor.”

Trixie stops talking then, feels like she’s given pretty much all of the important details - what else could she say? Katya is still looking at her like she expects more though, and there’s a few uncomfortable silent seconds where neither says anything and both look uncertain.

But Katya recovers quickly, clears her throat and takes it upon herself to share. “So, I’m Russian.”

“Oh?” Trixie isn’t sure where she’s going with this, but she’s glad for the change of subject.

“Yeah. I mean, technically. I was born there but my parents moved to Boston soon after that. But anyway, I met Sasha in Russian 101 in college.”

“Why would you take Russian? Why would Sasha take Russian?”

“She didn’t, she was the TA. I did because I figured it would be an easy A. It was, but that’s neither here nor there.” She makes a dismissive motion with her hand and Trixie laughs at her sly grin.

“You cheated, you mean.”

“They never said a fluent person couldn’t take the entire language curriculum. French and Russian awarded me with an honors degree, thank you very much.”

“Cheating,” Trixie insists.

“Loophole,” Katya replies, a giggly sound marking her sentence. Trixie giggles with her. “But, anyway, we’ve been friends ever since.”

“Was she stupid smart at school, too?” Trixie asks, has always wondered what Sasha was like in college. If she was anything like she pictures, effortlessly good at everything and often praised, Trixie thinks she would have been impossibly jealous had they studied together.

“I don’t think Sasha knows how to be anything other than stupid smart, honestly.”

Trixie chuckles, nods for lack of what to do. “Yeah, I figured.”

There are a few seconds of silence in which they each finish their now cold beverages and Katya takes the opportunity to change her expression to completely serious for the first time.

“Do you… hm, do you like Sasha? Like as a partner for your best friend?”

Trixie feels her jaw dropping instantly, sits up straighter at the shock of the words - or rather her tone. She sounds convinced the answer is actually no. Granted, Trixie has several unresolved personal issues that may or may not have a side effect on how she thinks of Sasha sometimes, but at the end of the day Sasha has been a constant presence in her life for the past three years and she’s been a really good friend and a perfect match for Shea. Trixie genuinely loves her and she really hopes that she doesn’t give off the wrong vibe.

“Oh my god, yes! I adore her. Did she say something? Does she think I don’t?”

“No, no, no! Sorry, Sasha likes you a lot. You just made a face, just now. I thought… I misinterpreted, sorry.”

“Oh.” Trixie doesn’t know how to explain it. She can’t find the proper words when she herself isn’t sure yet of why she sometimes feels the way she does. So she takes the easy road. “Single’s jealousy, I guess.”

“A wedding decorator who wants to get married? Groundbreaking.”

Trixie scream laughs again, swats Katya’s arm lightly. “Shut up!”

“So, is she mad as a hatter or what?”

Trixie and Shea are seated as comfortably as it’s possible on Shea’s ridiculously old couch, the one she’s been saying for over a year she was going to replace and now she won’t because she and Sasha will buy a new one when they move in together after the wedding. They each have a box of chinese food and they are halfway through them when Shea asks about her meeting with Katya.

“She most definitely is. We actually hit it off pretty well.”

“You did?” She raises her eyebrows, seems surprised at that.

“Yeah? Why? I wouldn’t peg her as someone difficult.”

“Oh, she isn’t. I’m surprised by you.”

Trixie kicks her on the shin as she scream laughs. “You bitch!”

Shea laughs out loud, throws her head back for good measure, and Trixie cuckles to herself. She wonders briefly how it’ll be between them once Shea gets married. She wonders if the next however many months they’ll have before the wedding will be like a countdown of last moments like this. The thought leaves a lump on her throat and she tries really hard to force it down with her wine.

“I’m kidding, I’m glad you hit it off. She’s a good friend to have, she’s the most selfless person you’ll ever meet and I’m marrying Sasha.”

“Wow. Is it a Russian thing? It doesn’t sound Russian. She’s as selfless as a Russian. Nah.”

Shea smiles mischievously and places her empty container on the table, picks up her glass of wine. “Wow, you already know she’s Russian? It took me three months.”

Trixie rolls her eyes, is not surprised at all by Shea’s comment and has no doubt about where she’s going: there’s nothing Shea likes more than trying to set Trixie up. Anyone, anytime, anywhere.

“We were discussing how we met you guys. Because we’re planning your wedding. We’re business partners.”

“Sounds kinky.”

Trixie gets up then, fake exasperation. “Oh my god.”

“Sorry, sorry, I’m joking!” Shea laughs and moves to grab Trixie’s arm, pulls her back to sit on the couch. “She’s a catch though, if you’re interested. And she’s gay.”

“Much better than last time when you tried to set me up with your straight coworker, I’ll give you that.”

“She’s not straight, she’s pressured by society’s heteronormativity and she’ll realize that soon enough, give it a year!”

Trixie rolls her eyes. “You’re impossible.”

“Ok,ok!” She surrenders with a motion of her arms, light smile on her lips. “Tell me about my wedding then. Did you plan it all already? Can we do it this Saturday?”

“Yep, in fact we have already reserved the dumpster down the street.”

“Oh, that sounds lovely. How-” Shea stops talking when her phone lights up on the coffee table, Sasha’s name and photo on the screen. “Uh, sorry.”

Trixie dismisses her. “Go ahead.”

Shea gets up to answer the phone on the other room and Trixie takes these few minutes to breathe. She finishes her wine, makes the last sip turn to three as she stares at the apartment that Shea’s lived in since she moved to California a few months after Trixie. It’s familiar to her, like in sitcoms where it’s always the apartment of one of the friends that becomes the point. Kim always stays there when she’s visiting and so does Trannika even if she visits less. Pearl is there constantly and she always has Violet with her and no one is sure why they go to Shea’s place when it’s the furthest and not the biggest, but it’s their thing now, she guesses.

She doesn’t want to be that friend, the best friend in the Bridesmaids movie that gets jealous and bitter and ruins everything because she can’t get a hold of her emotions, but it’s hard when it feels like the last solid thing she’s managed to maintain is going to fall apart. Shea’s friendship is the one thing she managed to keep after all the turmoils in her life - leaving her family in Wisconsin, leaving her friends in Chicago, leaving a string of relationships that she wasn’t able to save everywhere she went. All her friends are married or in a relationship or some even happily single and Trixie still struggles with the ghosts of all her past girlfriends haunting her. She’s not old but she is getting older, and she hates the feeling that she’s stuck while everyone else passes her by. While life passes her by.

She gets up from the couch and grabs all the boxes and dishes to clean the place a little bit, tries to ground herself to the reality of the now and to convince herself that she’s overreacting and things will be fine. Kim lives almost on the other side of the country and their friendship is still one of the strongest bonds Trixie has. She’ll be fine with Shea having a wife. A wife that Trixie knows and likes and is friends with.

Shea is happy and that’s all that matters. It is.

“So Katya thinks you’re ‘one of the most talented people I’ve ever met’, quote, and seems very infatuated by you, says Sasha.” Shea says when she enters the kitchen and finds Trixie pouring herself some more wine, leaving just enough on the bottle for Shea to get half a glass.

“Sasha did not say that.”

“Ok, that’s my interpretation of what Sasha said.”

Trixie rolls her eyes. “You can’t expect me to date every single person you’ve ever met, Shea.”

“I wouldn’t keep trying if you dated one! You’ve been single for like five hundred years, Trixie, you gotta get out there!”

“It’s been like less than a year.”

“Potato, potahto. But anyway, she seemed really impressed with your work, Sasha says she’s looking forward to working with you.”

There’s still some sort of innuendo in Shea’s voice, but Trixie ignores it in lieu of the compliment, smiles despite herself. She can’t help the giddy feeling in her chest at the praise. She loves what she does and she loved Katya’s work and she doesn’t necessarily need validation but she loves that she got it, especially from her. “Me too! Her photos were mindblowing, she’s amazing. Your wedding’s gonna be, like, the best wedding ever made.”

Shea smiles back, seems happy at the prospect, but then she sighs a little. “I know that you’ll be the best decorator in the seven realms and that my wedding is gonna be the most beautiful in all of the lands, but I’m still sad you won’t be my maid of honor.”

Trixie sips on her wine at that, tries to find the right words to reply.

She’s sad too. But it’s better this way.

“You’ll forget about that as soon as you see how magnificent the hall will look.”

“I can’t wait. We’ve decided on a date, by the way. It’ll be in six months.”

“Oh.” Trixie’s not sure how to respond. Six months isn’t that close but she kind of thought they might wait for another year or so. “Already?”

“I know it’s a bit tight for the planning, but you know we don’t want anything too big, right? We’ll make it work, don’t worry.”

Trixie nods, smiles a bit as she pours a tiny bit more wine. The planning. Right. That’s why she’s surprised, because the closer it is the less time she has to plan.

“Of course we will, I’m amazing at what I do.”

“You are a conceited little country gal, that’s what you are.”

Trixie shrugs and grins into her glass. Her insecurities be damned, she’ll focus on the now. “Maybe.”

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willowelijah · 7 years ago

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Like Two Drops of Water: Ch 2

A spideychelle fanfic.

Summary: Michelle and Peter are just best friends. When Michelle gets asked to the homecoming dance, Peter gets jealous. When she falls for Spider-Man, Peter gets jealous (of himself). Suddenly it seems maybe they weren’t “just best friends”, after all.

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Chapter 2

"MJ has a date." Ned said to me as I slammed my locker shut. He was repressing that pleased look Ned always has when proving me wrong.

"Really?" I asked feebly. I leaned my head to rest against the shut locker.

"I'm actually sorry for you. You have to excuse me from smiling." Ned said between smiles.

"Are you sure about it?" I asked without moving away from the rigid locker door. I imagined what my homecoming would presumably look like from hereon, not especially impressed with what I was visualizing and hence wishing I could sink through the locker.

"Yes. Assuming that she was telling the truth when she told me."

I leered at Ned, not believing what I was hearing. "She told you?" I asked enviously.

"It's not like it's juicy gossip, of course she told me."

"Why hasn't she told me yet?" I asked rhetorically.

A flash of panic crossed Ned's features, "Here she comes." He whispered not all that subtly.

I turned around, suddenly self-conscious. A hand instinctively reached for my hair when I saw her curly head bouncing closer to us with a smile. The last thing I had time to do was pray she would tell me, while at the same time dreading having to hear her say it.

"Hello." She said, seizing us with a skeptical frown. "Is your general mannerism a direct result of yesterday's 'private business', because I can leave again so as to possibly calm your pulses?" She asked sardonically. Typical Michelle, I thought. I'm not sure if she had studied ways to come in to a room, throw together some words and immediately get the upper hand on a conversation while simultaneously making everyone who wasn't her slightly uncomfortable, or if it came natural to her. My guess would be the latter of the two.

I laughed, hopefully not too nervously. "No, that's… resolved." I looked at Ned who was nodding vigorously. The truth of it was, we had gotten nowhere on that pursuit.

"So, who's your date?" I blurted before I'd had a chance to stop myself. Ned's eyes widened in my direction, Michelle shot Ned a look and I looked down at my feet in shame at my lack of tact. You were going to wait for her to tell you, I mentally lectured myself.

"Uuuh," Michelle stammered and I cursed everything. Yesterday had been so easy and fun, now everything just felt awkward. "Liz." She finally revealed, looking away from the both of us.

"Liz?" I questioned. "Liz asked you to the homecoming dance?" Liz was sweet, intelligent and everyone loved her, whereas I could maybe be considered one of those things. I played with the zipper on my hoodie in an attempt to not have to look into those brown eyes, suddenly feeling like a small bug in comparison.

"Damn, you got lucky!" Ned erupted and Michelle smiled shyly, looking away repeatedly. "Do you like her?" Ned asked, making me feel like I was taking part in a conversation I had not consented to.

Michelle's shoulders rose. "She's cute." She said. I looked up by reflex, to my horror meeting her searching eyes. I tried to play it off by looking around at the students whirling around the hallway.

"Are you a couple now?" I asked as naturally as I could.

"We'll see where it goes." Michelle answered with a somewhat confident smile. As confident smiles go, it was pretty confident, but then again, I've seen confidenter* smiles. "I gotta go." She said uncomfortably. "See you tonight guys." She finished before she left me slightly exasperated at her purposefully fuzzy answer.

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"Hello Peter! Hello Ned!" Liz greeted us enthusiastically upon opening the door to her mansion and paving the way for a wave of sound to hit us all at once. Sometimes, when I felt a little too good about being called a "hero" I liked to compare the rugged flat where Aunt May and I lived to Liz's house. I found it reminded me of who I really was.

"Hi Liz, you look nice." Ned said whereas I merely mumbled something in response.

"Thanks Ned. You two look very nice as well." She replied sweetly.

When I, in contrast to Ned, failed to respond Liz rolled her eyes. "I take it you've heard that I asked Michelle to homecoming?" She conjectured jadedly, hand to hip.

"How would you know?" I asked without bothering to look at her, instead I searched the small, barely existent dancing crowd inside. Most of the people were still drinking up the courage to dance, I deduced.

"Well, you're not usually this rude, Peter." She raised her eyebrows reproachfully.

Ned was looking at the floor, probably in second hand embarrassment for me. I now felt pretty guilty about my behavior, but I refused to show it, carrying on with the charade. "Yes. M.J. told me." I lied. "We're pretty close." That part's true at least.

"Rub it in." Ned joked in an attempt to diffuse the tension, but Liz was not really having it at this time, facial expression remaining still as stone.

The party did not get off to a good start; let's just say that. We eventually found M.J. though. She was sitting in a beanbag chair by herself, looking strangely content with her situation.

"Finally!" She said once she could make out our figures through the dim luminescent light. "I've been fending of suitors ever since I got here. Thank god you guys are here to take the burden away."

"Really?" I asked while cramping my way into the chair as well, as she made room for me. Ned had his own, but there were only two, which meant we had to make compromises. I didn't mind sitting next to M.J. though, her flannel felt soft against my arm.

"Yes." She motioned at the beanbag chair next to hers, the one Ned was now occupying. "This old thing has had suitors coming as if they were running on a fire." She said funnily, "But I told them, I said, 'It's waiting for Mr. Right.' in this case Mr. Leeds." She emoted. She winked at Ned, whose eyes were big and lost, whose eyebrows were curved in puzzlement and whose mouth was ajar.

"We can tell you've held the fort without us." I laughed. "You haven't talked to Liz anything?" I asked, voice suddenly soft and unsure and wondering how come she'd been sitting in this corner all by herself.

Michelle paused. "I — … I definitely greeted her upon arriving!" She finished light-heartedly after a small stumble.

Ned laughed, a little too hard. "What's the deal you two anyway? I will always respect your decisions M.J., but seriously? Liz? Don't get me wrong, she's great, but what do you guys even have in common?" I inwardly thanked Ned for daring to articulate exactly what I was thinking and I glanced at M.J. to see how she was taking Ned's words.

Michelle didn't seem too bothered by the criticism. "She's in the Academic Decathlon." She said, putting on her most logical voice. "And… She's cute I guess." Michelle ended uncertainly.

"I she much more than that though?" I asked bitterly. They both looked at me as if I had two heads and I deliberated if I should take the night of from speaking.

Thankfully, M.J. chose to ignore my ill worded utterance. "I feel like dancing tonight!" She erupted enthusiastically. "We need to dance tonight!"

"Yeah!" Both Ned and I chimed, thinking they were empty words. We were then more than surprised when Michelle actually stood up, ruining the perfect balance I had in the bean chair and therefore causing me to fall over. She offered her hand to help me up, which I took — out of obligation and not out of desire to take part in her proposal.

We should have known better. We really should have. Of course M.J. wanted to dance. Of course she asked Flash to put on Ramones. Of course she didn't really dance, more like waved her long sleeves around while jumping, the objective being to waste as much energy as possible. "It was how they did it in the 70's!" She'd say. And of course I could do nothing but watch her in awe with a funny feeling in my stomach.

Suddenly the music stopped and everyone turned to Flash, who was looking at me from across the room. Damn. I thought, knowing exactly what was coming.

"Parker!" Flash called for me, knowing he had the attention of the whole room, which was apparently the whole point of this exchange. "Where's your friend?"

The room was quiet.

"Gee, I don't know. Protecting the city?" I suggested sardonically.

"Yeah, from what I hear he's a pretty busy guy isn't he?" When I didn't reply to his clear attempt at mockery he pushed further. "I mean you would know, wouldn't you? …You're his friend?" Flash continued rigorously, tempting me to consider the suit I knew lay stacked inside my backpack. But I knew better, I wasn't going to use Spider-Man, I was going to wait for this little act to be over and then go back to semi-enjoying this party. "I'll lay off Peter. I can tell you're getting annoyed." Flash said, thinking he had me in the palm of his hand, which in itself instigated annoyance in me beyond anything he had said up to this point. "Just a word of advice before I go: if you're always the first one to text, then he's just not that into you." He said condescendingly, pretending to smile in his most compassionate way.

Michelle groaned, "Will you leave him the fuck alone, Flash?" She said, motioning with the coke in her hand.

"You know what? I'll call him right now." I announced to the group, speaking clearly enough for the people in the back to hear me. I glanced at Michelle who was raising my pulse simply by looking surprised at my proclamation.

What I did next I could barely believe, myself. I slid my phone out of my pocket while leaving the scene, I pretended to search for Spider-Man's number and once I'd got to a more secluded part of the house I pretended to make the call. I actually faked a whole phone call only to then exit the house, with my pack back, containing the suit. I could not for the life of me visualize how the rest of this night was going to play out and that scared me. I had no clue what to do next. I did know for sure that I couldn't have my friends having to stand up for me, I didn't want to be stood up for. I had to stick up for myself.

Pretending to be friends with a superhero is not the same as standing up for yourself, a voice in the back of my head said. They're actually so far apart that I find it amazing you could confuse the two.

If you can't stand up for yourself without the suit, then you shouldn't have the suit. The voice continued.

Your powers are your responsibility to use for doing good; impressing a bully doesn't constitute as doing good. The voice in the back of my head sure had a lot of sound arguments.

I put on the suit, just to see how it felt. As soon as it was on I suddenly felt incredibly stupid. Like, if the plan had felt stupid to begin with, this was next level stupid. On the streets of New York the suit made me feel powerful, but at a party with high school students, it was an entirely different story.

I jumped up into a tree so as not to be seen by anyone. I watched M.J. and Ned dance to the muddled sounds of Blitzkrieg Pop on the inside. I say dancing, but it was mostly just uncontrollable jumping. When the song ended I watched as M.J. walked up to Flash to request something new. She could never stand having to listen to music she didn't like.

I imagined what I would say if I went inside, but I couldn't think of anything that didn't make me feel incredibly uneasy. And also, a unitard didn't exactly "fit perfectly" with the dress code.

My eyes adjusted to the scene inside once again, but I was thunderstruck when I saw Flash, the man of the hour, forcefully pulling M.J. toward him and her resisting with all her might. All thoughts of "should I go in or not?" were lost to me and I jumped.

With a few swift jumps I was inside the house, I climbed up along the wall and no one spotted me until I was right above the crowd. Ned was now trying to push Flash away while M.J. was pouring her coke down his hair. I cursed all the drunken teenagers who had barely noticed the scene.

People gasped. "Oh my god, is that the real Spider-Man?" Someone exclaimed.

Before the golden trio could spot me though, I made my move. I shot my web to trap his feet, making him loose his balance and nearly fall over. Flash stopped in his movements to try and figure out what the strange substance around his feet was and Michelle was able to get loose from his grip. Her face was hard, but I could see that she'd been scared.

"What a party you guys are having here!" I said to announce my presence. I back-flipped and landed in front of Flash, from there I kept firing my web at him, trapping his hands and legs until he was covered in it. I stepped closer with each shot until I was right in front of him. I poked him to see if he'd fall, but Flash stood like a rock, covered in the sticky web.

I glanced at my friends, whose jaws were dropped open. Ned leaned in and gave me a high five. Flash's mouth was just as agape as everyone else's, shocked into submission. I don't think anyone had expected New York's famous masked guy to swing by their party, much less make a scene as this one.

"Don't worry," I said, "It'll dissolve in about two hours. By then hopefully you will have learned not to harass people. I mean it's not exactly rocket science, so I think you'll get there." I turned to the group with a newfound confidence; "You guys are with me on this?" They cheered in response, glasses filled to the brim with alcohol raised in salute. "See, these guys believe in you. Now you've just got to believe in yourself." I told him sarcastically with an encouraging slap on his shoulder, only to then have to steady him so that he wouldn't fall to the floor — I wasn't a complete sadist.

"So you are friends with Peter?" Flash quipped from his locked position. I couldn't believe my ears; after this whole ordeal he was still on that subject? I wanted to tape him to the ceiling, have him hang there for the rest of the night, but I kept the charade going. After all, I had initially sought out to prove a point.

"Peter?" I began, "Peter and I are more than friends." I emoted, only to subsequently realize my blunder. I caught M.J. snort and my head turned to briefly meet her eyes. "What I mean to say is… he's like a mother to me." I corrected light-heartedly to make her laugh even more. When she did I found myself continuing, "It's like he gave birth to me. It's like he birthed me out of his metaphorical womb. That's how close we are." Flash looked on, shocked at the odd situation I'd created among a room of partygoers.

"Right. And where is he now?" He hissed.

"He's a busy guy, you know." I reasoned. "Anyway…" I had begun to realize it was time to leave before any other queries arose. I put my hands in my nonexistent pockets. I made a mental note to talk to Mr. Stark about pockets, so as to avoid situations like these.

Suddenly the hairs on the back of my head rose and my muscles turned hard. Time suddenly took longer to pass. I realized that someone was right behind me. In one move I turned and caught their arm right as it was about to latch onto my mask. My eyes were wide in shock as they stared into some random drunk girl's. I pushed her back lightly and she stumbled but didn't fall. Next, I took a few leaps before I was out the window, gone from everyone's view.

Why does this always happen, I thought. Some idiot always tries to remove the mask without my consent. The great thing about the mask was that it created this sort of mystery. No one ever knew the true face of the web slinger, meaning I could go unnoticed if I so please. The problem with the mask however was that everyone loves a mystery. And a fair few love being the smart-ass who unravels it, especially disrespectful teens who've had too much to drink.

I sat down on top of the roof, watching the lilac smog spread like a curtain over the distant city. I pondered whether or not I should head back inside, Spider-suit off. But I decided it would be too suspicious if I suddenly appeared, having missed the whole show. It might set the ever-notice-how-Batman-and-Bruce-Wayne-are-never-in-the-same-room effect in motion.

My phone buzzed, Michelle was calling. I thought about answering, out of curiosity, but I didn't know what I would tell her if she were to ask about why I had left so suddenly. Eventually the buzzing stopped and I was left waiting for the leaves to fall.

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* Used with humorous intent.

Authors note: Did you like/dislike something? Please let me know!

4 August 2017

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thundergirl007 · 7 years ago

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Because It saves time Answer all on the ask thing I just liked please

Get to know me

1. Name - Abigail

2. Age - 19

3. City that you live in - Just outside Bradford, England

4. What do most people not know about you? - That I have an interest in really morbid books (Karen Rose novels are so dark but I love them anyway)

5. What do most people know you for? - That I am the person that loves where I work

6. Hobbies - Reading, watching films, currently learning Polish, want to learn Russian, watching (Disney) films in other languages.

7. What are your passions? - See 6

8. What do you search for in a significant other? - To be honest I’m not looking for one right now, but someone who would learn languages and watch films with me I guess.

7. What are you most proud of? - My little sister and everything she does.

8. When was the last time you had a significant conversation with someone you love? - If this means romantic love, then probably never.

9. Have you ever collected anything? What was it? - not anything interesting but I love collecting book series’

10. List 10 things off of your bucket list. - Learn another language,

11. What was the last thing you learned? - Russian naming conventions if that counts. Otherwise it would be the Polish future tenses.

12. How many relationships have you been in? - None

13. Turn ons - be able to speak another language,

14. Turn offs - being rude to anyone you don’t know

15. Favorite food - Fish and chips (yeah I know)

16. Favorite drink - Fresh orange juice

17. What is the best birthday gift you have ever received? - that would be a present I have yet to use, but for my 18th (yeah so over a year ago) my parents offered to pay for me and a friend for a weekend away in any UK (had to specify UK) city of my choice.

18. Are you optimistic or pessimistic? - very pessimistic.

19. Do you sleep during class? - I just finished college but all throughout school and college I never slept during classes. I am a very early bird so I was okay for school.

20. What is the most expensive thing you own? - The car that I bought from my Grandma.

21. What is the cheapest yet most useful thing you own? - plastic scrapers. When you’re baking all the time for college those goddamn scrapers are a godsend.

22. How many times a day on average do you check your phone? - On a work day, only around 2-3 because I leave my phone in the staff room.

23. Text or call? - I do prefer to call people, but when I am busy I do prefer texting.

24. Opinion on long distance? - I have never been in a long distance relationship, nor know anyone that does. I guess the longest distance relationship I’m in is a friendship with my best friend while she’s at Uni

25. What is your definition of success? - Achieving what you want to achieve.

26. Favorite song? - Currently “The Phantom of the Opera” (and I’m talking broadway, 2004 movie, Russian version and Polish version).

27. Favorite artist? - oh dear, Anais Delva and Ramin Karimloo

28. Celebrity crush/crushes? - Not going to lie it was Anton Yelchin. I was so sad when I heard he had died.

29. When was the last time you read for fun? - Yesterday before work. It was Odd Thomas by Dean Koontz.

30. Favorite flower? - Pansies.

31. What is the best gift you could receive right now? - This is a tough one...

32. Any guilty pleasures? - Disney. Literally anything. Oh and any Chekov fanfic because my heart

33. What is one thing you would like to change about yourself? - How to handle stress.

34. What do you search for in a friend? - Lover of books or films or both.

35. How many times have you said "I love you" in the past month? - Probably twice. Once to my sister and once to a work colleague who just had a baby boy, and I got to meet him the other day.

36. Where did you last go other than your room/home? - To a bar near where I work for a colleague’s birthday gathering.

37. Why do bad things happen to good people? - I don’t know but I am a firm believer in karma and that what goes around comes around, so anyone that wrongs someone I care about will get hit by some (preferably instant) karma.

38. In your opinion, what hurts more? Being left out or being stabbed in the eye? - I mean I’ve never been stabbed in the eye but being left out is something I know a lot about and it hurts so until I know what being stabbed in the eye is like (and the Walking Dead has taught me that I do not want to know what that is like).

39. How many green shirts do you own? - I think 5.

40. Do you like anime? - It depends. Me and my friends loved Death Note (still my all time fave) and I liked Blue Drop, but other than that I never really got into any other series.

41. What do you invest the most time in? - In my own world thinking up stories. I sometimes jot them down and I used to be okay at writing but college happened.

42. What was the name of the last book you read? - Completly read would be “Alone in the Dark” by Karen Rose.

43. What's the difference between loving and liking someone? - One is wanting to spend immeasurable amounts of time with, even through rough patches. (I’ve never been in a relationship to tbh I don’t know the difference).

44. Where are you most productive? - the “office” in our house, it’s small, has a desk and bookshelf and is in the other end of the house, so it’s quite private (aka quiet) when everyone is home.

45. List 3 things you enjoy doing with friends. - Going to the cinema, going out for a meal, going out somewhere in general tbh.

46. List 3 things you enjoy doing alone. - Watching films, reading books and I do like walking around fairly aimlessly tbh.

47. Do you believe world peace will ever exist? - I would love it if it did, but I am ready to accept that it might not happen in my lifetime with the way things look rn.

48. Do you have any allergies? - Nope.

49. When was the last time you cussed at someone? - It would be myself yesterday. I don’t really cuss at other people.

50. What was the last promise you made? - Making a surprise cake for my boss when she has her baby.

51. What was your last dream about? - Can’t really remember. I think it was a Star Trek-y kind of dream because I was talking to Chekov in it and then I thought “wait how am I talking to you in Russian I don’t speak it”.

52. If you won a trip to Hawaii and you could take 5 people with you, who would those 5 people be? - My best school friend, my sister, tbh I think 5 is too many. So I’d let my sister choose some friends to take because I have no idea who else I’d take.

53. How many countries have you visited? - 3 (France, Tenerife and America) but this time next month it will be up to 4 (Poland)

54. What is your favorite medium of art? (Music, dance, painting, etc.) - Do films count as an art form? If not then music. I like Glenn Miller on occasion, especially “In the Mood”

56. When was the last time somebody complimented you? - Oh god, I don’t know. I guess about 3 weeks ago, I was at a homestay for work experience in France and my hostess kept feeding me, so I joked that I needed to fit into a bridesmaid’s dress when I get home so I need to not put on a lot of weight and she said I wasn’t big or anything.

56. If you switched bodies with someone, how would you recognize yourself? - My thick, awful hair. I hate thick hair. It’s so hard to look after.

57. Do you consider yourself mature? - I think I do. A lot of others think I’m older than I am, but I’ll still get ID’d for 15 films.

58. How many days in your life do you think you have wasted on tumblr? - Probably about 2 months worth, 60 days ish.

59. What is your favorite quote? - “Too much mystery is merely an annoyance. Too much adventure is exhausting. And a little terror goes a long way.” - Odd Thomas, by Dean Koontz

60. If you started a new religion and you had to create 3 rules or commandments for your new followers to live by, what would those 3 rules be? - ??? I guess it would be

61. What is your greatest accomplishment? - Being semi-conversational in Polish.

62. Do you believe in the death penalty? - Depends. If it is clear cut, with a premeditiated act of horror then yes, but where the evidence is a bit fuzzy it depends, but then that is literally the plot of an awful lot of John Grisham books (seriously, The Chamber still hurts.)

63. What are your goals for life? - have a bakery of my own, learn another (possibly 2 or more) languages and have a child at some point.

64. What do you think your soulmate is doing right now? - probably somewhere on this website but idk.

65. If you could live anywhere, where would you live? The place can be in an imaginary, fantasy, or the real world. - The USS Enterprise is too far fetched (for now), but Tracy Island is a pretty close second ngl.

66. What were you like in 2013? - An introverted teenager who could literally not stand up for myself.

67. Do you have a job? - A waitress in a restaurant. It’s pretty sweet 98% of the time.

68. Tell us a story about your childhood best friend. - Didn’t have a lot of friends as a kid, but in secondary school me and my circle of friends went to a restaurant and they had condiments on the table and one of us was fiddling with it over her shoulder, it split open over her shoulder and projectiled about 7 yards to the wall behind her (there was no one sat there but it was hilarious).

69. If you could change one thing about society, what would it be? - Take away the stigma for learning another language for fun.

70. How many all-nighters have you pulled before? - One, but it wasn’t technically an “all nighter”, it was more until about 1:45am.

71. Is tumblr your favorite website? If not, then what is your favorite website? - Tie between Tumblr and YouTube.

72. What is the craziest thing you would do for a million dollars? - idk. Be a sarcastic little shit to rude customers.

73. Does money equal happiness? - I love treating friends, it makes me happy, so indirectly. Having money isn’t nearly as important as what you choose to do with it.

74. How many times have you experienced true happiness in your lifetime? - A few but then again I have no life, my happiness generally comes when people actually want to spend time with me.

75. How many times have you experienced true sadness in your lifetime? - far too many. I was bullied an awful lot throughout primary and secondary school.

76. What is the funniest joke you have ever been told? - Does it count if I say it in response to customers? Because “Hey that’s not a fish, it’s a whale!” *chuckle* “well I mean we pick it up from a whale-way station”

77. When was the last time you looked at the news? - Sometime yesterday, about the residents of similar towers to the Grenfell tower.

78. If you could say one thing to the world, what would you say? - Can we all slow down a little please. Thanks.

79. What is your favorite animal? - Rabbits

80. If you could earn a million dollars by pretending to be dead for 3 years, would you do it? - that seems like the ideal time to learn a language all by myself, and having the money at the end? Hell yes.

81. What is one thing that everyone is bad at? - judging by the way of the world it’s getting along.

82. What time do you normally sleep? How many hours of sleep do you usually get? - around 6-8, depending.

83. Does age necessarily equal maturity? - I would love to say yes but a lot of people I know are huge children and they’re hilarious.

84. What is your favorite clothing store? - Oasis.

85. In the winter- beanies or gloves? - Gloves.

86. Would you rather have wings or a fish tail? - WINGS WINGS WINGS.

87. If you had the power to erase one person from the world so that nobody remembered him or her except you, would you do it? - probably not, because what’s the point if I remeber them, people would think I’m going mad.

88. What do you fear the most? - being a disappointment.

89. How many digits of pi can you recite? - 6

90. If you could travel back to one year and relive it again, which year would it be? - 2012. I got to meet Alistair and Jonathan Brownlee personally and I flaming loved them. Also because Anton Yelchin would still be alive so.

91. Describe yourself in one word. - Nerd

92. Describe your last victory. - Being semi-conversational in Polish

93. What is the weirdest thing you have ever seen? - a drunk guy come into my work and literally all he talked to me about was the history of chocolate.

94. What is something you will never forget? - why diacritical marks in Polish are important.

95. Would you rather forget all of the past or remember everything in vivid detail? - my past is pretty weird, but I’d love to remember it better. The downside is my embarassing childhood days.

96. Have you ever broken a bone before? - *touch wood* nope.

97. Is it harder to love or to hate somebody? - To hate I guess because I’ve never loved anyone outside of family and that’s easy enough.

98. Coffee or tea? - neither. Hot chocolate.

99. What are some little things that you do that have changed your life in a positive way? - spent more time with friends and family.

100. How many hours have you spend on tumblr today? - today, on and off, about 3.

I think that’s everything, thanks for asking :)

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imreszekeres · 8 years ago

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for the anon that wanted all 100

1. Name- Ash! 2. Age- 18 3. City that you live in- fear, usually 4. What do most people not know about you?- nothing really, i compulsively release useless information about myself 5. What do most people know you for?- being fat and annoying 6. Hobbies- makeup, youtubers, sleeping, writing, drawing 7. What are your passions?- writing 8. What do you search for in a significant other?- i really Really need to be understood, and someone who is patient is nice too 7. What are you most proud of?- I hav gone to State and gotten within the top 10% in my Journalism competitions, which puts me in the top .08% of all high school students in my state. :-) im good for some things 8. When was the last time you had a significant conversation with someone you love?- every day when I talk to @pizzasteveofficial <3 all our conversations are significant 2 me 9. Have you ever collected anything? What was it?- I collect my tears in a jar and store them, then shower in them every night 10. List 10 things off of your bucket list.- I want to get married in the snow, have a daughter, get a Heartagram tattoo (at least one lol), write a successful book, and.. idk what else :0 11. What was the last thing you learned?- jesus I dont know, you learn sth new every day! hard to remember 12. How many relationships have you been in?- um.. 7 I think i feel like im forgetting one tho. I wont name them obvi but i think im forgetting one? i feel like ive been in 8 oh well 13. Turn ons- validation 14. Turn offs- being alive 15. Favorite food- frozen yogurt! I like the vanilla or white chocolate flavor with looots of toppings 16. Favorite drink- Coke 17. What is the best birthday gift you have ever received?- i dont really know! I dont remember a lot of my birthdays for trauma reasons so 18. Are you optimistic or pessimistic?- pessimistic by far lol 19. Do you sleep during class?- its happened a handful of times, I try not to bc I HATE missing work its annoying 20. What is the most expensive thing you own?- myself?? jk its my laptop 21. What is the cheapest yet most useful thing you own?- a 1 dollar ELF blending brush. yall those things are bomb please go buy some! 22. How many times a day on average do you check your phone?- that number does not exist holy shit 23. Text or call?- TEXT BLEASE I HAVE SUCH BAD HEARING 24. Opinion on long distance?- it can work! ive done it a lot of times. distance has never been whats broken a relationship for me, not directly anyway 25. What is your definition of success?- success is when you’re happy. you do not have many worries, not the kind that keep you awake at night or make your tummy sick anyway. You have people that love you and, if you died, you’d be remembered as a good bean 26. Favorite song?- right now im really diggin “Hate (I Really Dont Like You)” by the plain white Ts 27. Favorite artist?- HIM!!!!!!!!!!!! <3 28. Celebrity crush/crushes?- Ville Valo ALWAYS lmao hes my god 29. When was the last time you read for fun?- like last month 30. Favorite flower?- roses 31. What is the best gift you could receive right now?- a plane ticket to Connecticut and like 1000 dollars 32. Any guilty pleasures?- pop... music... BUT LIKE THE GOOD KIND U FEEL? I DONT LIKE STUFF FROM THE LAST 2 OR 3 YEARs... 33. What is one thing you would like to change about yourself?- my weight, and that sounds so shallow but it. is taking a toll on me. 34. What do you search for in a friend?- someone who is like me! 35. How many times have you said "I love you" in the past month?- not enough 36. Where did you last go other than your room/home?- school.. 37. Why do bad things happen to good people?- because life isnt fair 38. In your opinion, what hurts more? Being left out or being stabbed in the eye?- what the fuck being stabbed in the eye have you ever been stabbed in the fucking eye? because i havent and i can already tell you that if my friends were talking without me and then someone stabbed me in the fuCKING EYE I WOULD BE JUST A LITTLE BIT MORE PREOCCUPIED WITH BEING STABBED IN THE E Y E 39. How many green shirts do you own?- none lol 40. Do you like anime?- sure! I dont watch it rn but i dont watch anything rn, haha 41. What do you invest the most time in?- sleeping,, 42. What was the name of the last book you read?- Rebecca :3 very gud book 43. What's the difference between loving and liking someone?- when ur main squeeze gets a hair cut and u still wanna suck their dingus u love em, thats it sorry i dont make the rules 44. Where are you most productive?- i dont.. know what this is asking lol I’m most protective over my romantic partners. As much as I’d love to say im most protective over Sarah, nothing compares to how “troll guarding his treasure” i am w/my loves.......... *eyes @my crush* 45. List 3 things you enjoy doing with friends.- talking shit abt rude ppl, playing vidya gaem, and talking abt life 46. List 3 things you enjoy doing alone.- watching makeup tutorials, watching lets plays, and thinking about everything and anything 47. Do you believe world peace will ever exist?- absolutely not. theres too many people on the earth to achieve that 48. Do you have any allergies?- Not to anything specific but i get them really often seasonally. i get them pretty much every time the weather changes :( 49. When was the last time you cussed at someone?- i mean.. every day of my life so like 50. What was the last promise you made?- idek dude 51. What was your last dream about?- IT WAS SO WEIRD IT WAS ABOUT MY CRUSH’S MOM? I DREAMT THAT SHE WAS A DEMON WHO STORED HER EGGS IN LITTLE PORCELAIN JARS AND THAT MY CRUSH HAD AN EAR INFECTION AND WE WERE IN A SNOWY VILLAGE IDK DONT ASK ME its weird bc my crushs mom is so sweet... 52. If you won a trip to Hawaii and you could take 5 people with you, who would those 5 people be?- i would literally only take Sarah bc i hate everyone 53. How many countries have you visited?- ive never been outside the US 54. What is your favorite medium of art? (Music, dance, painting, etc.)- writing :-) 56. When was the last time somebody complimented you?- those nice anons i got yesterday/the other day! 56. If you switched bodies with someone, how would you recognize yourself?- what do u even mean? youd know bc youd be like THIS ISNT MY BODY 57. Do you consider yourself mature?- kind of, yes 58. How many days in your life do you think you have wasted on tumblr?- too fuckin many 59. What is your favorite quote?- “Worship Satan!” -Ville Valo (no but rly any HIM lyric is my favorite quote, theyre so beautiful,,,) 60. If you started a new religion and you had to create 3 rules or commandments for your new followers to live by, what would those 3 rules be?- dont hurt ppl unless they hurt u, dont touch ppl unless they want u to, and respect gender/sexuality 61. What is your greatest accomplishment?- going 2 state! 62. Do you believe in the death penalty?- yeah i actually think it should b used more lol, kill all rapists and p*dophiles :-) 63. What are your goals for life?- i just wanna b happy, man 64. What do you think your soulmate is doing right now?- being a fucking idiot, probably 65. If you could live anywhere, where would you live? The place can be in an imaginary, fantasy, or the real world.- CALIFORNIA LMAO IM SUCH A SUCKER FOR CALIFORNIA AND I NEVER EVEN BEEN THERE 66. What were you like in 2013?- awful but also really sweet... then again i wasnt TECHNICALLY the host so lol 67. Do you have a job?- no :( i cant drive 68. Tell us a story about your childhood best friend.- she was an abusive bitch who took out her parents hating her on me the end 69. If you could change one thing about society, what would it be?- i would make discrimination a way more serious crime than it is taken for rn. ppl who discriminate should b put in jail 70. How many all-nighters have you pulled before?- just one when i had to install the sims and it took 6 years 71. Is tumblr your favorite website? If not, then what is your favorite website?- my fave website is youtube 72. What is the craziest thing you would do for a million dollars?- suck a dick, i guess 73. Does money equal happiness?- not all the time but it sure can 74. How many times have you experienced true happiness in your lifetime?- never, i dont think 75. How many times have you experienced true sadness in your lifetime?- too many times 76. What is the funniest joke you have ever been told?- you know that joke abt the blind man at the beginning of Crazy Rap? yeah thats fucking HILARIOUS 77. When was the last time you looked at the news?- this morn :0 78. If you could say one thing to the world, what would you say?- im gay 79. What is your favorite animal?- RACCOONS!!!!!!!!!!!! 80. If you could earn a million dollars by pretending to be dead for 3 years, would you do it?- i mean sure lmao nobody would b upset about it so 81. What is one thing that everyone is bad at?- being a human. 82. What time do you normally sleep? How many hours of sleep do you usually get?- i usually go to bed at 10 and get like 6 or 7 hours 83. Does age necessarily equal maturity?- not at all! 84. What is your favorite clothing store?- hot topic lol 85. In the winter- beanies or gloves?- gloves b 86. Would you rather have wings or a fish tail?- wings?? why would i want a fish tail 87. If you had the power to erase one person from the world so that nobody remembered him or her except you, would you do it?- absofuckinglutely. 88. What do you fear the most?- being like my rapist. thats a little too deep than i like to go but im being honest, thats literally my biggest fear Ever 89. How many digits of pi can you recite?- 3.14 lmfao i hate math 90. If you could travel back to one year and relive it again, which year would it be?- 2004. I would stop it before it happened. :-( 91. Describe yourself in one word.- stupid 92. Describe your last victory.- i woke up today w/o killin meself 93. What is the weirdest thing you have ever seen?- bendytoots cucumberpitch’s face 94. What is something you will never forget?- prom.. something rly nice happened 95. Would you rather forget all of the past or remember everything in vivid detail?- forget everything. please 96. Have you ever broken a bone before?- nope! 97. Is it harder to love or to hate somebody?- probably harder to love them lol 98. Coffee or tea?- coffer 99. What are some little things that you do that have changed your life in a positive way?- I dont overdose on a constant basis in a BPD-fueled rage any more so thats good 100. How many hours have you spend on tumblr today?- probably 1 or 2?

#ask tot ag i guess #i didnt mean to get so negative in this lol im fine i swear #chitters #text heavy//

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minyardqueen · 8 years ago

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Chapter one

A/N: Hey loves! this is my very first Sherlock fic and a very first fic that I’m posting on tumblr. I’m scared I’m not gonna lie. But also excited and i’d love to hear your feedback :) Hope you enjoy!

Word count: 2,242

Warnings: Un-edited

It was my very first day at my new job. I have to admit I was scared walking through the doors of St. Bart’s hospital. It was my first real actual job after I got my PhD in forensic pathology. Yes, I opened dead people up and examined them for a living. I was a fellow at university doing all kinds of research to get my degree. They begged for me to stay, but it wasn’t really what I was about. I wanted to do real things, not research at a university. It just seemed a bit too dull for me I guess. So I applied for a job at St. Bart’s in London. And here I am.

“Hi I’m Molly. Molly Hooper.” A woman greeted me with a smile. She seemed really nice. Her long brown hair was in a ponytail and she wore a white lab coat. I shook her hand and reciprocated the smile. Molly seemed really pleased to have me here, which sort of gave me my confidence back.

“You’ll be working with me. We have all sorts around here, hope you’re ready.” she giggled nervously.

“Everything seems much more fun than a PhD, believe me.” I giggled as well and she smiled warm heartedly at my joke.

“I guess we’ll get along well.” she didn’t stop smiling and then proceeded to show me around our newly shared lab. It was well equipped and as morbid as it sounds I couldn’t wait to start working.

In the middle of our tour a door flung open suddenly, no knock no anything and a tall curly haired man walked toward us. To say he took my breath away was an understatement.

“Molly. Do you have the results for me or were you too distracted by your most recent break up again?” he asked. My eyes widened with surprise. Who talks like that?

“They’ll be ready in a second. I’m just showing..” she was cut off again. He looked straight at me and squinted his icy sea foam green eyes. I felt intimidated and drawn to him at the same time. There was just something about him.

“The new doctor, I see.” he nodded.

“Well I think you two make a wonderful pair. Both cat owners, living alone. Molly maybe you could show your new partner around London as she just recently moved here.” he trailed off.

“I’m sure Sophie has a boyfrined who would be very happy to do it.” Molly smiled in his direction, while I stared at the ground.

“No I don’t think so. She’s single.” he looked at Molly as if me being single was the most obvious thing and also like I wasn’t even there.

“Miss..” he looked at me desperately searching for my last name.

“Janes. You can call me Sophie.” I smiled up at him and offered my hand for a hand shake. He took it and smiled down at me and my knees almost turned to jelly.

“Good Sophie, a man will be wheeled in here in about fifteen minutes, maybe fifteen and a half depending on how incompetent Anderson is this morning. I need you to do this for me.” he handed me a little paper with exactly what he needed me to perform on the dead man. Molly looked over it from behind my shoulder and then looked up at him again.

“Sherlock maybe I should do this. It’s Sophie’s first day here. You need somebody very skilled for this, she can assist though.” She smiled at me to not hurt my feelings by what she just said.

“No I think she’s gonna do great. Your hands are way too clumsy for this. This is detail work. Maybe you can assist her.” he said. Still who talks like this?

“Let me know when you’ve finished with him.” he continued, leaving both me and Molly speechless.

“That was…” I started when the door closed behind the tall man.

“Rude and offensive? Yeah he gets like that some times, well most of the time to be honest.” she said returning to some job of hers.

“I meant to say brilliant, but yeah.” I giggled and a blush crept onto my face.

“Who is he anyway?” I asked Molly. She sighed and looked up at me from the equipment table.

“That’s Sherlock Holmes. He’s a consultant detective.” a blush stained her cheeks, so I wasn’t the only one who was effected by him. I couldn’t really picture anyone who wouldn’t be.

“So he’s with the police?” I continued the interrogation.

“Not really. But they call him in when they can’t figure something out. He’s well, clever.” she answered and turned away from me. She fancied him.

Just like he said, the man was wheeled into the morgue in precisely fifteen minutes, by a man called Anderson. The dead man was a fat little man, whose face was scary even after he died. I could see just from his features why anyone would want to kill him. His name was Jeff Frenzy, he was a journalist. Easy motive, you write something nasty you pay for it, with your life. A bit of an extreme measure for my taste though.

“It says he was found at the kitchen table. Face down in a cheesecake. ” Molly read of the file that came with the man.

“So what do you think asphyxiation, poison?” she started off.

“No, none of those.” I squinted my eyes looking down on our victim, biting my lip vigorously. A habit I took up when thinking.

“Oh Sophie this is very elementary. What have they taught you at that university of yours?” She was being passive aggressive since Sherlock left the room. I mean yeah she fancied him and he complimented me in a very weird way but I could see where she was coming from.

“Molly if he was asphyxiated his lips would be blue as well as his face. But it’s not. That leaves as with poison, but why would he have these bruises all around his chest and abdomen if he was poisoned? What drug could’ve possibly leave these bruises behind?” I started my analysis. We both thought for a second and then it came to me.

“Ground glass.” I said, and there was a echo behind me coming from the door. A deep voice. I turned around almost immediately just to see him here again.

“Great observation skills Sophie.” Sherlock said, his icy green eyes locked on me.

“Thank you.” I said breathless. Because that’s what his stare did to me, took my breath away. I could really see why Molly fancied him, apart from being extraordinarily smart.

“You’re a great asset for Bart’s.” he said in that low voice of his.

“We should open him up.” I changed the subject.

“To make sure.” I added and took a scalpel from the equipment tray, sitting by the cold steel bed. He nodded and then turned to Molly. Her face was a bit too pale and her lips were pressed into a thin line.

“Molly call Anderson to send over the cheesecake. Oh and a cup of tea would be nice.” and just like that he disappeared behind the white door. I proceeded to open the body up to see if I was right. I managed to get a sample and put it in a vial with a flesh eating solution. Then I was on my way to the top floor. I knocked and a blond man opened the door for me. Before he could say anything, Sherlock cut him off.

“Sophie I hope you have a sample from the dead man.” I looked at him. He was sitting behind a microscope looking down the oculus. How could he possibly know it was me?

“Yes I do.” I answered him and the blond man stepped aside so I could enter the lab.

“John Watson.” The blond introduced himself with a friendly smile.

“Sophie.” I smiled back at him.

“So John do you work here as well?” I asked.

“No I’m with this one.” He pointed a thumb to Sherlock.

“So another consultant detective?” I was intrigued. This was way too much fun for a first day.

“No he’s a doctor. He helps me. And now if you two are finished, we have a killer on the loose.” He straighten out his palm not looking away from the microscope. I gave John a frightened look. “Hand over the vial.” he mouthed to me and I practically dashed to the other side of the working table to give Sherlock my sample. He was almost as tall as me when he was sitting down. He put the sample on a glass and placed it under the lens. I was scanning him. He was wearing a white shirt, with first couple of buttons undone and black trousers. His hands were big, with long fingers but seemed graceful in a way. I couldn’t take my eyes of him. He was very attractive. Tall and slender, with dark curly hair. And those green eyes, even though I couldn’t see them right now I could picture tem piercing me again.

“You were right.” He spoke up and looked at me. Like I said piercing.

“It was ground glass, indeed.” He moved away from his seat behind the microscope and motioned for me to take a look. I tucked a strand of my blond hair behind my ear and looked down. It was undeniably ground glass.

“Ground glass?” John questioned from the other side of the table.

“Why would anyone go through such a trouble? That’s just stupid.” he looked first at Sherlock, then at me and back to him again.

“I think it’s very clever. It’s almost undetectable to an unskilled eye. She probably didn’t think St. Bart’s would be interested in a death of a journalist.” I answered with a smile.

“How can you possibly tell it was a woman?” continued John.

“Isn’t it obvious?” Sherlock almost chuckled. I half smiled to myself.

“No, to me it isn’t. Care to elaborate?” the blond man turned to his tall friend.

“There’s a 50/50 chance the killer is either man or a woman. It was poison of sorts, which is statistically more likely to be a woman. Since he was a big man she couldn’t take him down undetectably with force, hanging him or dumping him in a river. A man would be able to do it as our journalist wasn’t very fit. And she was clever, she knew ground glass is painful but almost unnoticeable. If she put anything else into the cheesecake he ate every Wednesday he would know it tasted different. You can’t taste ground glass, you can’t even feel it. Until it kills you.” he spoke so fast I almost had trouble keeping up. I was in awe. I mean I guessed right about the statistically more likely to be a woman part but I couldn’t have ever figured out the rest.

“Very well Sophie.” he smiled and I smiled back at him.

“What do we do now?” I shrugged my shoulders.

“Well you go help Molly slice up a few more cadavers and me and John are gonna go catch a killer.” He said excitedly. I was a slightly bit disappointed he didn’t want me to come along, but then again I was a pathologist, not much of a use when there is no other body left to be examined. So we said our goodbyes and we parted our ways.

It was late at night the next day when I was filling out some paper work about a few more “patients”. Molly had already gone home, leaving me alone in our little office. I didn’t mind. She was tired and needed to go feed Toby, so I offered to stay and finish some of her work as well. I felt bad that she was a bit upset with me because of what happened and I wanted to redeem myself. I suddenly heard a knock at the door. I’m not gonna lie, hearing a knock at the door on the same floor as the morgue is, late at night scared me just a tiny bit.

“Who is it?” I asked looking at the door.

“Um it’s John. From yesterday.” a hushed familiar voice echoed through the door. I opened it and smiled at him. He was just the type of the person you want to smile at every time you see them.

“Hello.” I said in bit of a quizzical voice.

“Hello, sorry I scared you.” he chuckled and I chuckled with him shaking my head.

“I just popped in to say we caught her. Easier than we thought. I just wanted to thank you for your input.” He smiled at me that friendly smile of his, making the lines around his eyes a bit more prominent.

“Well it’s my job after all.” I giggled.

“Would you maybe join us for tea?” he asked. I looked back to my table and all the work I had to finish. It wasn’t an awful lot. And making friends seemed like a good idea. And also I just craved to see Sherlock again. To just be in his presence. I couldn’t stop thinking about him since yesterday. There was just something weirdly fascinating about him. So I changed my lab coat for my normal one and we, me and John, were on our way to Baker Street.

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Charlotte’s Web

thenightetc Hello! Starscreamapillar Greetings. Me Hello, night human! Starscream-not-human! thenightetc Pffff omg thenightetc it's TINY! Me So ruthless. thenightetc Brave cameraman survives vicious pig attack #cw gore .... Starscreamapillar So deadly. thenightetc Well, I didn't know they'd already made that joke Me If tumblr flagged the video I'm searching for, I'm going to be very very upset. thenightetc squints

Zephra85 Hey everyone! thenightetc Hello! Me Zephra human, hello! Zephra85 Oh man the moment I saw 'the good one' in terms of Charlotte's Web I hauled ass right in here Starscreamapillar Seeing something good during one of these streams will be a novelty. Me Tumblr, you joyless filth. Zephra85 Oh no what's it doing this time Me Well, onto Good Charlotte's Web it is, then. Oh no, it just flagged the video I was looking for and hid it forever. Zephra85 UGH Me The video I was looking for was *Peppa Pig.* thenightetc Tumblr thought it saw a nipple. Starscreamapillar A female presenting nipple. thenightetc From what I've heard, tumblr thinks ALL nipples are female presenting. Zephra85 Tumblr things everything vaguely pink-ish is a female-presenting nipple Zephra85 Fanart of Sparkscream is flagged now I know it thenightetc Look, Peppa's a pinkish thing with a darker pinkish thing on it, what do you want? For it to NOT see tits there? Zephra85 Clearly that is too much to ask of Tumblr now Starscreamapillar Does that mean melanin-heavy nipples are just fine on tumblr? They are not pink anymore. thenightetc It's possible! Zephra85 that was actually a thing it seemed people were experimenting and uploading/blogging/reblogging pics of dark-skinned people who were def naked/shirtless/etc and it wasn't getting flagged thenightetc Gosh, what a surprise. Me It also doesn't flag it if you tag it "sfw", apparently. thenightetc Meanwhile, tumblr is ALL OVER those naughty, naughty pictures of rocks and mushrooms and its own examples of things that won't get flagged. Expect someone to kludge that by having it flag EVERYTHING that's tagged 'sfw'. Starscreamapillar These redirects are not promising. thenightetc No, indeed. Zephra85 Because (cue 'we don't know sh*t about running a website' gif here) Having fun, Knock Out? thenightetc There, there. Me Heaps. Zephra85 Clearly Oh?? Maybe??? Me Charlotte died because the stream sites didn't work. Me Oh, you filth. thenightetc I've got one, don't know if it's the right one https://www.watchcartoononline.io/charlottes-web Charlotte’s Web | Watch cartoons online, Watch anime online, English dub anime Charlotte’s Web | Watch cartoons online, Watch anime online, English dub anime Watch Charlotte's Web online free with HQ / high quailty. Stream movie Charlotte's Web.After her father spares the life of a piglet from slaughtering it as runt of the l Me There's good on this Earth and you're it. thenightetc Thank you, thank you. Zephra85 WOO thenightetc Tip your waitress! Zephra85 thenightetc to the rescue! Zephra85 (hums along with medley) Me Tumblr flags the swelling buds. Zephra85 naturally thenightetc Tumblr has a dirty mind.

Starscreamapillar Why would she be this surprised, given she has presumably lived on this farm her whole life? thenightetc "No, because we're not raising you to eat" Zephra85 she's like 11, maybe her parents might have thought she was too young before this maybe 12 thenightetc Yeah, you're right Starscreamapillar She is going to learn a harder lesson, when they eat the pig she has named and loves. thenightetc Ewwwwwww Me Teach your children to kill something they love, because the universe isn't awful enough. Zephra85 Meanwhile when I was younger than that I was the brother. The first animal I ever brought home and begged to keep as a pet was literally a frog Zephra85 My grandma was NOT happy My grandpa just laughed thenightetc Heh. Me Mine was a tetradecapede. Zephra85 ooh what's that? Me I don't like the face he made there. Me A centipede the size of a German Shepherd. And made of various leads. Zephra85 Delightful thenightetc That's not what a birthday is. Me Just leave the cake and burning candle. Starscreamapillar Could she not put him in with the other pigs? thenightetc Whooooo is this?

Me That's my reaction to owls, too. Zephra85 A very smart pig clearly Starscreamapillar Just the sort of human to entrust with a gun. thenightetc Hahhaha. thenightetc He brought this on himself. Me They might have told her this at the start of her pig raising project. thenightetc Yes. Zephra85 I think he anticipated she'd get sick of taking care of it before then thenightetc "Do a good enough job and I'll take him away from you!" Me Literally nothing about her suggests she'd get sick of something like that. "You're a six week old pig with the voice of a middle aged man, but you speak very well." Starscreamapillar Looks what you've done, goose. thenightetc Where did he learn this Zephra85 She immediately regrets everything Me Plot twist, he was like this as an infant pig and that's why his mother wouldn't feed him. Zephra85 (SNORTS) Starscreamapillar Joyous song, then no, no I'm still sad. Zephra85 There he is the boy I love Templeton Me I'm not big on sulfur either. Not by the spoonful, anyway. Templeton speaks for all of us. thenightetc Buckethead. Starscreamapillar Spying, hiding and eating are valuable pasttimes. Zephra85 Hiding away from interaction from others and eating free food thenightetc Oh, great, a racist sheep. Me They could, very easily. Zephra85 Templeton really is an inspiration thenightetc I want to point out, people eat sheep too. Starscreamapillar As if crying about it every changed anything. thenightetc omg Starscreamapillar The cattle are not crying about their fate at the slaughterhouse. Me And the lambs aren't crying about theirs. Starscreamapillar Or the goose. Me "Shove that depression down and smile, no one wants to see that slag." Starscreamapillar I find this song offensive. Me "This is different than what the humans plan to do with you." thenightetc Heeeeeee Zephra85 Somehow Starscreamapillar I hope she tells the flies to chin up before she eats them. Me Hah! thenightetc Charlotte explaining ecology thenightetc This is just. A gr8 idea. Starscreamapillar This is how the pig loses his tail. Me He's big on including everyone in every single thought he has. Zephra85 I can't judge, I was the same way as a kid Me Hm, good point. thenightetc Awwww.

thenightetc ...Huh. Did Fern hear that? Can Fern understand them? Me Fern hears a lot of things. Starscreamapillar And if she cannot, what does she think of this interaction? thenightetc "...Yeah. Collection. Definitely not going to eat it as soon as you can't see me." Zephra85 It's human nature to just watch animals do whatever We have entire sections of the internet devoted to it Starscreamapillar I am also fairly certain that the pig would eat that gosling. Me He's doing that right now. Fern's mind is blacking it out and filling in this instead. Zephra85 Oh my freaking god Zephra85 Fern, surrounded by death regularly on a farm: Well time to repress another memory. Me That's for 35 Year Old Fern to deal with. thenightetc Honestly, I'd be freaked out if some chickens started chorus dancing in front of me. Me The foal's expression is Fern's right now. In reality. Oh dear. thenightetc I like how they drew her web. Starscreamapillar The fact is, you both will be eaten at the end of the summer. Me Did it crash for anyone else? thenightetc she CAN understand them! Starscreamapillar She can hear them... She's insane. Zephra85 It's a big laggy *a bit thenightetc This just raises further questions! Starscreamapillar It is not lagging for me. Yet. Me There it goes! It blacked out for me, ironically. Zephra85 odd thenightetc It's been okay for me... strange thenightetc Now I want to know why the brother doesn't understand the animals Starscreamapillar Because Fern is insane, and is imagining this whole thing. Zephra85 He's not disassociating regularly like fern is Starscreamapillar The artists have clearly never seen a real spider. Me Not at all. thenightetc It's artistic license.

Starscreamapillar Ah, the drug trip portion of the old animated movie. thenightetc It's de rigueur. Me It *would* go down fantastic with Steam. Starscreamapillar Where did the spider learn to write english? Me I want a nine minute montage of that human running. thenightetc Ha. thenightetc "No, no, obviously the spider, who's right there, didn't do this. It was some god!" Starscreamapillar Back before the internet, when miracles had to be seen in person. Me I read that as "in prison." Starscreamapillar Those are different sorts of miracles. Me I love Templeton. Zephra85 Legit thenightetc "Only Wilbur, though. Not the rest of you who are scheduled to be eaten." Me "Especially the chicken choir." Zephra85 Man that ram is racist thenightetc Charlotte! Zephra85 'That's what you get for not coming to my meeting bitch' Starscreamapillar We do not talk to the cat. Because. Zephra85 #Templetondidnothingwrong Me Charlotte's saving that pig's life and she doesn't care who has to die along the way. thenightetc He appreciated her song. Me "Local Schoolteacher Murders 12" was the headline he was working on. Zephra85 lololol thenightetc WELL. Starscreamapillar It is not really a new threat. thenightetc Okay, okay, the antennae are a little beyond "artistic license". Me Why doesn't she just write "Spare the pig" and cut out all the beating around the bush? Starscreamapillar She is just a spider. They are not that smart. Zephra85 If she's too obvious people might look into it

Me Better to be too obvious than too vague. Zephra85 True Zephra85 When does she eat if she's taking down her web all the time thenightetc Spiders CAN fast for long periods Starscreamapillar This is the most boring town. thenightetc And plenty of them rebuild their webs on a daily basis Zephra85 This was the time before the internet in farming lands This was legit the most interesting thing to happen around here Starscreamapillar After the first time, it is still the same pig. Me No it isn't. Starscreamapillar Look, the boy can spell. Me Hah! thenightetc So don't watch! Me Wilbur, shut up. Starscreamapillar Wilbur is terribly selfish. He'd make a fine Autobot. Me He's the very definition of one. Zephra85 THE PRETTIEST SONG Me Without question. Starscreamapillar How old is this spider? Me Orb weavers can live for several years, if the warm weather holds out and they're fed well. They usually die during the first cold snap. The country fair is held when the days are still very hot, in late summer or early fall. Just something to consider going forward! thenightetc Shoosh. Me Nothing to do with stress and not eating enough. No sir. thenightetc Because SOMEbody has scruples about flies-- Zephra85 See this goose knows how to get Templeton to work Me "Do this and you'll be well compensated!" Starscreamapillar Being paid for one's work. Imagine. Zephra85 No attempted murder , just free food Me Charlotte believes corporations are people.

Starscreamapillar That is not a joke. Me The ram isn't funny, eat him instead. Zephra85 Templeton doesn't get paid enough for this sh*t thenightetc Templeton doesn't get paid at all. He doesn't HAVE to do anything for them to stow away. Zephra85 Exactly Starscreamapillar Three whole quarters! Me They're treating him like he cured someone of something. thenightetc Those are expensive. Starscreamapillar Now that Henry is cool, he no longer needs glasses. Zephra85 'I got to actually be a kid for a while ' Me "It fixed my eyes." Starscreamapillar The most selfish pig. thenightetc Oh, he still needs glasses, he's just not wearing them. Everything's blurry as shit. Zephra85 Charlotte that's cold Me She never thinks about him again in the book. It's really...something. Funnier than the ram. thenightetc What's wrong with his eyes Starscreamapillar But by cheating, we can win. Me "Let the other pig die. The one that isn't as polished." Starscreamapillar She is very invested in this ungrateful pig. Instead of her own welfare, or that of her offspring. thenightetc Animation budget: saved! Me Cool Henry Fussy isn't using his glasses, so he trips and falls straight into the ferris wheel gears. Zephra85 Charlotte would just be like 'it is what it is' Me Wilbur's all demands, as usual. Zephra85 But at least he looked cool doing it thenightetc egg Me Goals to live by. Zephra85 And Templeton lived happily ever after Me I want him to have everything he wants. Starscreamapillar He's actually worked for his happy ending. Zephra85 He deserves it Me Everyone deserves to do this at least once. Starscreamapillar Perhaps one day. Me "Charlotte, I want something!" thenightetc ....:< thenightetc charloooooootte Me "...I mean, I am, but you couldn't look away when I caught those flies, so Mother Earth and Father Time and all that." Zephra85 Lol Zephra85 How I react to my friends/acquaintances having babies Me You and I both. Zephra85 "Hooray for them.' thenightetc Heh. Me Charlotte doesn't want to share a planet with this. Starscreamapillar He shall be killed in front of the whole of the crowd. As a sacrifice. Zephra85 LOLOLOLOL Me Got to keep that honey harvest coming somehow! Starscreamapillar Last summer? Me "Whatever state that may be. It's very red." Zephra85 Omg thenightetc You heard it here first, Charlotte is god thenightetc I'm a little distracted by that guy's moustache... Starscreamapillar Eat the pig, and gain the miracle powers. thenightetc The balding one. Zephra85 Idgaf I love barbershop quartets Me I love how everyone accepts that it's a supernatural message from their god and all he gets is a bronze medal. thenightetc Are they still going to care in a few years when the writing's stopped, though Zephra85 Can't win 'em all I guess Me Meanwhile, Uncle really does go on to live to a ripe old age as a stud. thenightetc awwwwwww, no Zephra85 Man she may have been bossy cold heartless but this scene still gets to me thenightetc charlooooootte Starscreamapillar She just climbed down there. Have the pig put you in the crate. Zephra85 Templeton has his own gift for words Monkeyshine Me It's beautiful. thenightetc his TEETH are STICKING INTO IT Me If you hadn't sicced a cat on him, Charlotte, maybe he would have grabbed you while he was up there. Starscreamapillar She is barely worth the eating, since she has not been allowed to feed. Zephra85 ... Me Because it harmed Wilbur's delicate sensibilities. Zephra85 Q_Q thenightetc noooooo. Starscreamapillar She got to finish her song. Who could ask for more. Me Here's to that. Me I'm siding with Wilbur on this one. I'd gladly trade his life for her's too. Starscreamapillar If only it worked like that. Zephra85 Beloved manure pile. Starscreamapillar And he just killed those spider eggs, by burying them in manure. Zephra85 NEVER TEMPLETON WILL BE IMMORTAL FOREVER Starscreamapillar Someone has to eat Templeton and his children. Or the farmer puts out poison. Me Templeton outlives them all. Starscreamapillar Templeton eats Zuckerman, and his wife. Zephra85 He will if there's even a shred of justice in the world thenightetc Circle of life. Starscreamapillar Fern discovers the nibbled upon bodies, and imagines an animal musical number. Zephra85 And I stand by, #templetondidnothingwrong Me Does anyone know how to fix a frozen rabbit screen? Starscreamapillar Unfortunately not. Me There's a way to yank down the current video and start a new one, I know. thenightetc Reload? Me For the second time tonight, you've saved us! Zephra85 Woo! But I do need to get going, I've got to get some dinner ready for the bf. Zephra85 Bye everyone! Starscreamapillar Goodbye. Me Goodbye, Zephra human! Glad you could make it! Zephra85 Thanks for the stream, Knock Out! Say hi to the family for me! Me Will do! thenightetc Goodnight! thenightetc The same site has this one, too https://www.watchcartoononline.io/charlottes-web-2-wilburs-great-adventure Charlotte’s Web 2: Wilbur’s Great Adventure | Watch cartoons online, Watch anime online, English dub anime Charlotte’s Web 2: Wilbur’s Great Adventure | Watch cartoons online, Watch anime online, English dub anime Watch Charlotte's Web 2: Wilbur's Great Adventure online free with HQ / high quailty. Stream movie Charlotte's Web 2: Wilbur's Great Adventure.The film opens in springti Me Three for three! thenightetc preens Starscreamapillar Good work. It would be a shame if we could not watch more pig nonsense. Me Heaven forbid we end on a beautiful, poignant note! That's not how we do things around here. Starscreamapillar No indeed. thenightetc It WAS a good movie, despite my reflexive heckling. Starscreamapillar I am not saying it was not a good movie, I am saying Wilbur was not a good protagonist. -This- will not be a good movie. thenightetc Oh my god!!!! THEY HAVE HUMAN HAIR thenightetc OH MY GOD THEYR'E CENTAURS Starscreamapillar And they still have antennae, despite just saying they should not. thenightetc Nobody told the animators Me Their mother really was a god. An unholy one. Starscreamapillar Someone put blush on that pig. thenightetc She was Lolth and they are tiny tiny driders Me Lurvy did it for reasons no one has to know. thenightetc They're YOUR kids, Templeton--those are definitely smirks Starscreamapillar So he is a coward now. Me I like how the grass is unkempt and the barn and fence are peeling. thenightetc Is it just me, or is Wilbur smaller than he was at the end of the last movie? Me Smaller and leggier. Me Well, I'm already rooting for this character. thenightetc Oh, HERE it is, predators are evil Starscreamapillar Evil, and British. Not an egg! Me Not a single egg! thenightetc MUCH worse than when humans take their eggs Me Every single day. Starscreamapillar Racism? Racism. Me And then you didn't let her eat. Me Dear Unicron. thenightetc ............. Me Charlotte regrets giving her life for this. Starscreamapillar Pain.... Starscreamapillar Also, no one cares these animals are just roaming loose. thenightetc Oh, farmers are totally cool with that. Why wouldn't they be! Me Just making a mess of everything. thenightetc Did he... hear the song? thenightetc he was whistling it! Starscreamapillar Everyone is insane now. Me No wonder the farm's in ruins. Starscreamapillar That lamb is going to die if it only eats garbage. Me Doesn't he have a mother or something? Starscreamapillar Wilbur is his mother now. Me Unicron help him. Starscreamapillar A single tomato. thenightetc She's.... wearing blush Me Why is everyone wearing blush? Starscreamapillar Lurvy also applied that. Me Lurvy takes part of his payment in the form of freedom to do this. Starscreamapillar The fair, where your mother died! You know, the best time of year. thenightetc Right? Me At least they're acknowledging it? thenightetc I guess? Me WHY THE HAIR. thenightetc WHAT. WAS. THAT. Starscreamapillar She used to have 'Talk to the manager' hair. Me Her last instruction to Wilbur was not to have her kids vaccinated. Starscreamapillar Ha! thenightetc She would never. bah, she's young, they'll grow back Starscreamapillar I hope Templeton eats that tomato. thenightetc Now if only someone would bake a giant loaf of bread, make a huge batch of mayo, and fry up a WHOOOOOLE BUNCH of bacon Me And then the sacrificial feast. Starscreamapillar You won a medal, because a spider took pity on you. thenightetc ...Man. Me You won a *bronze* medal. thenightetc OH BOY Me Here we go. Starscreamapillar This would be less fun while high. thenightetc Is this vore Starscreamapillar Not yet. thenightetc I'm gonna have a bacon sandwich after this Me Is he just blacking out while this is happening? thenightetc Well, he IS a fainter. Starscreamapillar Nope, just disassociating hard. Me Back to demands! thenightetc HA. Starscreamapillar Templeton is a rat. His life is potentially always being eaten. Me You're awfully good at thinking of yourself, Wilbur. thenightetc So... they don't talk where humans can hear them anymore? Or is it an "adults can't understand them" thing? Me This is a disaster. Starscreamapillar You are not wrong. thenightetc What are those... spots on her face "That's it! Blood!" thenightetc Does she have spider-zits? Starscreamapillar To go with her spider hair. thenightetc And she only has them sometimes? Starscreamapillar He could eat those terrible children for him. Me Make it look like an accident. thenightetc "it'll get you away from your awful spawn" Starscreamapillar Get the owl to do the dirty work for him. Me I was sure that's where he was going with that, but no, that would make sense. Ugh, that blush. thenightetc How much of this movie is he going to spend covered in mud thenightetc Oh no! Corn! Starscreamapillar Then he was eaten by coyotes. Me Much to the relief of all. thenightetc Suuuure, Templeton. thenightetc Man, Wilbur's going to end up raising those kids by the time this trip's over. Me It's one vine, you mistake. Starscreamapillar And the bear that lives in there, surely. thenightetc He's... just getting more and more covered in things Me You know, with all the pigs that presumably passed through that barn without getting a reprieve, I feel like some of them had to be more deserving of a reprieve than Wilbur. Starscreamapillar I hope he is shot for being a 'wild boar' now. Me Please, please. thenightetc Yeah, I'm remembering how this stream started Starscreamapillar Those spiders are awfully critical for useless beings that have never actually done anything of note. thenightetc ....... When did they hear about it Starscreamapillar Last night. Everyone was told. Even the pigs. Me Why is any of this happening? Starscreamapillar Because we have not suffered enough. ThebesAce Well THIS looks peculiar Starscreamapillar And everyone on every farm is a bitch. thenightetc Working how, exactly Me This milk thing is someone's very specific fetish. ThebesAce also hello Starscreamapillar He eats rotten eggs. thenightetc I thought he LIKED spoiled things Me Well, that was pointless. Starscreamapillar This whole thing is pointless. thenightetc You missed the original, now we're watching the sequel! Me Hello, Thebes human! ThebesAce ahhh, so that explains the weird child spiders with hair Starscreamapillar She has never eaten, has she. thenightetc She eats the others' scraps. Me Oh yes, I definitely like this fox. thenightetc Right? Me .......Dear Unicron. If Starscream and I were foxes and reproduced, this would be the result. Starscreamapillar I do not like that visual. Me Neither do I. But we all have to live with it now. Starscreamapillar As if things weren't haunting enough. ThebesAce this movie seems designed to provide unsettling cisuals

ThebesAce *visuals thenightetc hahahahah thenightetc Look what your son did. Me I couldn't be prouder. Starscreamapillar Time for a pig hunt. thenightetc How are those sticks staying on, anyway Me Sinister forces. Starscreamapillar The power of poor writing. thenightetc Wow. Me "My valuable miracle pig's missing, but eh!" Starscreamapillar He hasn't produced a miracle in over a year. thenightetc You can all talk. Me Ugh, it looks like the sticks are physically jammed up under his skin. thenightetc It DOES. ThebesAce Can't unsee Starscreamapillar Mm, add in that bad CGI thenightetc Didn't need a closeup of incorrectly attached legs. Me If their web isn't a disaster, I'll be very disappointed. Starscreamapillar Also, who refers to their siblings as 'girls'? thenightetc Dude Me Wilbur never bothered to teach them not to say that. thenightetc Heheheh Me Beautiful. Me It's the haircut that's missing. Got to break out those expired coupons and threaten a 16 year old employee. Me Now, I'm no expert on cows, but isn't that a sign of an infected udder? Starscreamapillar It is likely a sign of poor husbandry, if nothing else. Me "Your fall mastitis is because of your sour attitude, haha!" thenightetc Well, that just makes it awful. She's probably in a lot of pain all the time. Starscreamapillar No wonder she is cranky. thenightetc I'm pretty sure it's only mutton if it's an adult sheep Me Great job there, Mr. 108.2 IQ. thenightetc Also, mutton is red meat. Starscreamapillar Release the hounds. Me Gah, there she is! thenightetc Couldn't they just try a little harder to get his "disguise" off Me I like how he mangled one of the more touching things she said to him. They're all rooting for the hunters, deep down. Starscreamapillar They're going to blame the 'wild pig' for their cow going missing too, instead of not closing the gate properly. Should he have not killed him already? thenightetc Haha, wow ThebesAce ThebesAce you'd think. Foxes don't play with their food, as far as I can recall Me HAH! thenightetc "Oh, well, sometimes cows just wander away, what can you do" Me THEY ACTUALLY BLAMED HIM FOR THE COW! Starscreamapillar Called it! thenightetc They did! ThebesAce This message has been removed. Me "The wild pig burned down this house!" Starscreamapillar The wild pig ruined the economy! ThebesAce Ugh, wrong buttooooon thenightetc Hey, YOU'RE not going to die, you're spiders, you can just climb up somewhere and they'll all ignore you Me Oh, that was hot. ThebesAce right? Especially on a farm Starscreamapillar He is savoring this far too much. thenightetc Is THIS vore Me It is now. thenightetc Love the music they put that to. Me What predator takes a rat over lamb? Starscreamapillar A stupid one. Starscreamapillar When did they have time to make that? thenightetc How, uh Me 108.2, everyone. thenightetc How did he... tie those? With his hooves?? thenightetc Just, physically, how did he accomplish it? Starscreamapillar If this movie ends with him being torn apart by dogs, I will take back every criticism. Me I like the blatantly recycled stock sound effect from Fox and the Hound. Likewise. thenightetc "Why the heck is he green" Starscreamapillar And so they killed that fox. Brutally. Me Lot of screaming. thenightetc Oil her legs? thenightetc What? Starscreamapillar That fox is a pelt on a wall now. thenightetc ... Starscreamapillar Well, I feel dumber now. Truly the way to end one of these. Me We're sitting through the song. Because we just are. Starscreamapillar Because you are making us. Me Exactly. Starscreamapillar So many plot threads. None of them woven correctly together. It's like a metaphor, for the terrible spiders, and their terrible webs. thenightetc Technically, we could leave at any moment But we won't. Me You could, yes. But could you live with that kind of cowardice? Starscreamapillar The shrek thing was still worse. Me I don't think anything will ever be as bad as that. thenightetc True. Me "Girls, girls, girls!" Starscreamapillar I'm sure there is something worse. And we will find it. One evening. Me Someday. Someday. And that's the end. That's the note we're entering 2019 on. thenightetc I'd rather watch a movie based on one of the slings who DIDN'T stick around. Starscreamapillar Yes. Get rid of the pig. thenightetc Stuff happening far, far away from the pig ThebesAce and it'll probably be made by Good Times animation. Me Even the males living for a few months, then getting eaten. I'd take that over this. thenightetc They live it UP for those few months, presumably Starscreamapillar They probably have the sense not to adopt a whiny, demanding pig. thenightetc ...Oh, I bet it's not "stuck"--it's just in fullscreen mode or whatever it is. Bet it goes back if you click the thing in the lower right again.

Me Oh no, it's stuck. I can click on the minimize and it won't do anything. Rabbit's been acting up all night. Possibly as some form of protest. thenightetc Oh. Starscreamapillar It is unhappy with the slop you foist upon it. thenightetc : ( Me It can deal with it. Today Starscreamapillar Ha! thenightetc Oh, well. It held out for the entire movie, that's something Starscreamapillar Well, what trauma now? Me Because I refuse to let tumblr take some things away from us, and because this is the past year in a nutshell. Starscreamapillar You finally found it. thenightetc Nipples, nipples everywhere Me Not the version on tumblr, but I'll try to recreate the experience. thenightetc Hahhahahaaaa Be freeeeeeee Me The end. Starscreamapillar Perfect. thenightetc Amazing. Me Unless anyone has anything to share with the class, that's where I'm electing to leave it! Starscreamapillar I think that is a fine ending point. Me Excellent! thenightetc Thanks for the stream! Starscreamapillar Thank you for hosting this nonsense, once again. I am glad I shirked my obligations to attend. Me Oh! The one time I get to steal this from Soundwave! ThebesAce thank you! thenightetc It was great, and then terrible, and then great again. Oh?? Ha! Me Thank you all very much for coming! Starscreamapillar Until next time. Me Until then! ThebesAce See you! thenightetc Thank you, and goodnight. : ) Me Good night!

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Crystal Clear | Chapter 1 | Have Faith

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I decided to start uploading chapters to tumblr as well, since some people prefer it to ao3. I've included the summary in this one to get you started ;)

For all its presence in everyday life, the inhabitants of the Spiral must admit that they hardly know anything about magic. Summoning spells are child's play compared to the potential power this force could hold, but they remain the most common and thoroughly explored facet of magic in every world. Why? Could it be that magic's true power cannot be grasped by even the most brilliant of the mere mortal minds? Or are these mere mortal minds reluctant to push further, for fear of what form this true power may take?

As two young wizards are sucked into a mysterious adventure and a search for answers, they find that the real answers might, in fact, fall from the sky.

“Ugh, Ange, we might as well just quit.”

“Wha- Moira? We made it to the finals; why would we quit?”

The redhead stared, openmouthed, at her teammate. “Are you joking? Have you seen this?” she asked, waving her hand at the paper tacked on the wall. “We’re up against Cassandra and Jonathan. They’re undefeated.”

“So are we.”

Incredulity flooded Moira’s expression as she fumbled for words. “We- no- that- that’s because we’ve never entered a tournament before! We can’t lose at something we don’t do!”

“Yeah, but how do you know we won’t stay undefeated? Maybe we’re better than them and we just never knew because we never tried.”

“I’m not even going to begin to explain everything that was wrong with that logic.”

“Nothing was wrong with it!”

Ignoring the protest, Moira continued, lowering herself down on a bench and taking off her gloves. “They’ve been practicing for years. Years! We decided to enter this tournament on a whim yesterday. Yesterday, Ange! It’s probably just sheer luck we got this far anyways.”

“Uh-uh, none of that,” the smaller wizard said, planting herself down on the bench next to Moira. “We got this far because we are great - awesome, even. And we are going to beat Cassandra and Jonathan because they don’t know how we fight. Most people are returning competitors, so they’re used to each other’s styles. Meanwhile, we’ve got the element of surprise. It’s simple logic, Moi. Trust me.”

“Things rarely go well when you say ‘Trust me’.”

“Well probability means that it has to go well eventually, yeah?”

“I-” Moira frowned, scrunching her face up and drawing her eyebrows together in confusion. “No. That’s not how it works at all.”

Before she could say any more, a head poked into the room, interrupting the scattered conversations. “The match will begin soon. We need the competitors to come out. Next is Jonathan and Cassandra vs Moira and Angela.”

A boy and a girl strode from the other side of the room, looking as polar opposite and cohesive as black and white. The boy was light from his hair to his eyes to his clothes - his blonde and blue and white - standing in sharp contrast to her darkness - her brown and black and purple. The girl caught Moira’s eyes and called out, “Good luck,” with a smirk. Before Moira could shake her captivation, they were gone. She breathed out a shaky breath, and beside her, Angela fidgeted.

“So that’s Cassandra and Jonathan, huh?”

“Yeah,” Moira said dumbly. “I guess so. By the spiral, how are we ever going to beat them? All they did was walk past us and I feel like they already won.”

“Nah,” Angela said, her voice noticeably less confident than before. “We’ve got this. It’ll be easy. Come on: we have to go.” She got up and made to walk away, but then glanced back with a mischievous smile on her face and added, “You got your deck?”

Moira scrambled to chase after the fleeing - and wildly giggling - girl, her voice ringing out in an irritated tone punctuated with stifled laughter. “That was one time, Ange! One time!”

She caught up to Angela at the edge of the stadium, skidding to a halt as she heard the announcer’s voice ring through the air.

“On this side: you know ‘em, you love ‘em, it’s Cassandra Titanwalker and Jonathan Seasong!”

Moira watched nervously as the two wizards waltzed out into the arena, confidence radiating from them as loudly as the cheers from the stands. She straightened out her cloak and checked that she did, in fact, have her deck.

“And their challengers, the diamonds in the rough: Moira Moonpyre and Angela!”

She hesitated for a moment, only setting her feet in motion when she felt Angela’s shoulder brush against her own, her soft voice murmuring, “Come on, now.”

In the middle of the circle, Moira shook hands with Jonathan as Angela did the same with Cassandra. They stepped back, ready to begin their battle, when the announcer’s voice interjected.

“For this final round, we’ve got a special twist for you. This duel… will be fought tag-team style!”

Once more, the audience erupted with cheers, and though Moira could see a flicker of uncertainty flash across Jonathan’s face, she felt herself shrinking back into her cloak. Pulling Angela toward her, she hissed, “Ange, what are we gonna do? We can’t solo!”

Laying a hand on her chest and feigning offense, Angela whispered back, “Excuse you, but I can solo just fine, remember?”

“Of course, Ange. How could I forget that time in Dragonspyre when you went into the tower and came flying out the window?”

“Shhh- shh- no. No, we don’t speak of that.” Pulling back and speaking in a normal voice, she added, “It’s just a tournament, Moi. Lighten up a little.”

“Competitors: who will represent your teams first?” The announcer asked.

After a moment of whispered discussion, Moira stepped forward, and watched as Cassandra did the same.

“In a tag team duel, team members may switch out as many times as they like, and team members sitting on the sidelines may save up their pips and plan strategy, but only one wizard from each team may be in the ring and casting spells at once. In order to perform a legal switch, the active team member must completely exit the ring or be deemed defeated before their teammate enters. Once a team member declares themself or is deemed defeated, they will not be allowed to switch back into the arena. Wizards, if you will: take your places!”

Jonathan and Angela retreated to the benches in the outer ring, while Moira and Cassandra turned and put 20 paces between them. Wands were drawn, stances were planted, and menacing glares were given (mostly by Cassandra, though).

“Let the battle commence!” shouted the announcer.

In the time it took for Moira to even form the beginnings of a plan, Cassandra sprang into action, and was next to Moira faster than she’d think was possible if she hadn’t just seen it.

“Boo,” she whispered, touching the tip of her wand to Moira’s shoulder. A jolt of electricity sparked up the wand and into Moira, leaving her with a nasty shock as she jumped away, spinning to face the diviner. As she turned, she discovered Cassandra could disappear just as fast as she could appear, and whipped her head around once more to see her standing in the middle of the arena, a blade already floating hear her head.

Shaking her head to clear the remnants of the shock, Moira conjured a blade for herself and sent a trap to lock onto Cassandra. As she put another blade up, she saw the purple flash of a spell from the corner of her eye. A large stormzilla rose up between the two wizards, obscuring their view of each other. As the stormzilla swung its head around, searching for its target, an idea sparked in Moira’s mind, and she scurried behind the storm creature to buy herself time as she waited for the pips.

Soon, flames encircled the ring, and the familiar roar of a helephant filled the room. Without a clear target, the helephant appeared confused, and walked forward for a few thundering steps before coming to a halt. Moira waved her arms, exasperated with the creature’s cluelessness.

“That!” Moira shouted, pointing at the stormzilla.

The helephant lumbered around, seeming to have only noticed the stormzilla for the first time just then. Moira rolled her eyes again, and proceeded with the plan.

Jumping out of the ring, she waved Angela in, hissing as they passed each other, “Get a centaur ready… fast.” Angela nodded and smiled, a familiar glint in her eyes, and Moira knew she understood the idea. Maybe they could make this tag-team thing work after all.

She watched in awe as the stormzilla and helephant battled each other, completely forgetting about the wizards in combat, and, it seemed, causing the wizards to forget about each other as well. Cassandra hadn’t stopped to stare, but she certainly had become distracted enough to not notice Moira’s exit. She watched from the edge of her seat, praying for Angela to be quick enough, as she knew the helephant would not remain for long with her out of the ring.

Just as the helephant began to flicker, Moira met Cassandra’s gaze, giving her a smirk of her own as the diviner’s mouth formed an ‘O’. Just as she spun around to search for her new opponent, a centaur burst through the air where the helephant had stood not a moment before. Soon, branches bombarded her, casing her in and breaking her focus, and her stormzilla fizzled out into sparks. When the dust cleared, nothing but Angela and a beat-up Cassandra were left in the ring. Letting out a low noise reminiscent of a growl, Cassandra launched herself at Angela.

For a moment, Moira expected Cassandra to begin beating Angela down with her bare hands, but she was, unsurprisingly, wrong. Instead, a serpent burst from the tip of her wand, crackling with energy as it slithered toward Angela, snapping its jaws each time it lunged forward.

As the small girl stumbled backward to avoid the electric bite of the snake, she glanced at the cards floating to her left, finally selecting one and raising her sword to cast the spell. The snake darted forward once more, this time snapping its fangs around her leg and sending a clearly painful shock through her before disappearing. Moira flinched and watched anxiously as Angela shook her head and turned to face the music that had begun to play.

A satyr danced toward Angela, sending a healing beam her way. Moira had always loved how peaceful Angela looked while interacting with healing magic, but this time was short-lived, as Cassandra’s next attack hurtled toward her within seconds. The swarm of lighting bats surrounded her, spinning a cage of electricity to close in. As the current cleared, an expression of anger had come over Angela’s face. Though, Moira considered, she still didn’t look that frightening, since she was approximately the size of a fire elf… okay, maybe two fire elves… stacked on top of each other in a cloak. Moira chuckled slightly at the thought, but turned her attention back to the battle as Angela recovered.

Moira could see that both girls were getting low on power, no longer exchanging spells, but rather circling each other slowly, a pained look on Angela’s face and a predatory grin on Cassandra’s.

Cassandra broke the circle first, flitting to the edge of the ring and swapping places with Jonathan. Like Cassandra, he sprang into action, immediately hanging a tower shield in the air in front of him. Soon after, Angela paused, planting her feet where she stood.

“No, no, what are you doing? Move!” Moira yelled, but her voice was drowned out by the screams of the audience welcoming Jonathan to the ring. Angela stayed where she was, hardly moving at all except to contort her face even more, and Moira realized Jonathan had stunned her. She clenched her fist, willing Angela to move before Jonathan could strike.

But she didn’t. A large boulder of ice slammed into her back, knocking her to the ground. As the stun wore off and she had only begun to climb back to her feet when an ice beetle rammed her side, knocking her down once more. Moira jumped to her feet and only barely restrained herself from running into the ring. As much as she hated seeing Angela hurt, she knew the theurgist had weathered far worse than this and would be more upset if Moira got them disqualified.

So, instead, she just watched Jonathan beat Angela down into the ground. Every time she tried to get up, another spell, even just a little blast of ice from Jonathan’s wand, would knock her down again. He was rationing his power perfectly; Moira never saw a moment when he had to wait before casting a spell.

Angela managed to grant herself a reprieve by summoning a seraph, which gave her enough time to stand up, but the victory was short-lived, as Jonathan came out virtually unscathed as his shield absorbed most of the damage. Allowing her to stumble away, Jonathan turned with a flourish of his cape, sending Cassandra back in.

Now, Cassandra certainly wasn’t in the best condition, but Angela was much worse. With the same predatory smile, Cassandra cast her spell, and the arena filled with water. Moira could do nothing but look on in horror as the water crashed down on Angela, sending her into the rocks at the edge of the ring. When the ocean cleared, Angela was on the ground again, fighting to get up. From her place in the dirt, she sent a treant out, flinging her arm wildly at Cassandra. The treant’s attack knocked the girl to the ground, evening the playing field. Both girls struggled to get to their feet, but when they did, Cassandra looked more than a little bit steadier than Angela. With a scowl, Cassandra switched out once more.

“Come on, Ange,” Moira muttered as Jonathan approached, “just declare yourself defeated.” But she knew full well that Angela would do no such thing.

To Moira’s surprise, Angela did appear to be hobbling toward their side of the arena, presumably to switch out, but she stumbled and pitched forward just short of halfway, dropping her sword to catch herself. In an instant, Jonathan was upon her, bombarding her with spell after spell. As a sheet of snow blanketed the arena and an ice colossus began to take shape, a green glow began to form around Angela.

“Yes!” Moira cheered, pumping her fist in the air. She’s finally casting a spell - she’s bringing it back! But as she cheered, the ring filled with leaves, and as they rose up, swirling with dust in a powerful wind, any view of the two dueling wizards was blocked out completely.

A strange humming and energy filled the air, causing Moira and many others to visibly cringe and a few wizards to even cover their ears. Then, quicker than it began, it ended with a loud crack, and the wind disappeared, leaving everything still except for the leaves’ slow flutter to the ground. When the leaves and dust had finally cleared enough to see, Moira in a sharp gasp, running the short distance to the edge of the ring, though she was careful not to cross.

In the center of the ring, surrounded by fading leaves, lay the unmoving forms of Angela and Jonathan. Moira moved around the ring in a futile attempt to get a better look, and met up with Cassandra as she did. They shared a quick glance, and Moira could see that despite the battering the diviner had taken, she was brimming with adrenaline, and worry creased her face. As the wild cheers of the audience began to die out, they shared a nod, communicating the same thought.

They stepped into the ring at the same time, disqualifying both teams simultaneously, and ran to their respective teammates. The crowd was no longer cheering, but rather murmuring within itself, everyone asking everyone else what was happening. As they approached Angela and Jonathan, Angela suddenly seized and let out a loud gasp, her eyes flying open. Moira knelt beside her and looked on with horror, helpless as she continued to convulse and groan. Jonathan stayed silent and still. The crowd’s murmurs grew louder and more frantic.

Four wizards ran out into the ring and, pushing Moira and Cassandra out of the way, scooped up Jonathan and the once again limp Angela, carrying them from the arena. Left in the middle, Moira looked over at Cassandra, who held a defeated and terrified expression. Moira had no doubts the same look was plastered on her own face.

With Cassandra in tow, she ran to follow the wizards who had taken Angela and Jonathan. As she took the final few steps out of the arena, she noticed the crowd had gone completely silent. She glanced over her shoulder and was met with dozens of faces, their expressions all mirroring her own.

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