#army tank emoji

[wunjotheork]

More!!!

Stag 3, 34

Marcus 19, 57

Dagmar 46, 49

Stag

[3] What emotion is the hardest for them to deal with?

Anger. It takes a lot to get him there (mix of being too sweet, a cry baby, and not understanding social clues) so it’s not an emotion that happens often. Before he would just leave and go throw rocks at a wall somewhere, but his current work environment and mentor spirit are making him worse. Now you’re more at risk of him stabbing your hand on a table.

[34] Do they have vices they don't want others to know about?

Don’t tell him mom but he’s a party boy and drugs are fun for him *clown emoji*

Marcus 

[19] If they could change one thing about their past, what would they change?

Hiding his growing tusks instead of showing them to his mom as a teen. He was born to human parents, and they simply abandoned him the same day they realized he wasn’t like them. It would have avoided him the children home and then the army, even if it meant mutilating himself to stay safe.

[57] What was the most stupid or dangerous thing they have ever done?

Fist fighting a ghoul while drunk outside of a bar. It’s a miracle he didn’t get infected. He even won!

Dagmar

[46] Would they rather dress to look attractive or to feel comfortable, and what would they never wear?

She would rather not dress at all (naked life 4 ever!) but if she has to choose then it’s comfortable. And that means a good pair of boots, jeans, and t-shirts/tank tops. Stolen if possible. 

Something she would never wear would be corporate wear. She spent 20 years in an office wearing uncomfortable clothes and shoes. Never again!

[49] Do they possess any unexpected skill or knowledge that surprises others, and otherwise, what is something anyone would assume they know or can do, but in fact they don’t?

She's a farm girl raised in an isolated community. Growing crops, tending livestock, fishing and hunting, you get it. She’s a bit rusty, but there are some things you never forget. She never talks about herself so it’s always a surprise when she brings in fresh fish, chickens or game and starts to prepare it.

Everyone thinks she can drive. Her team members, however, know she's more likely to hit a wall than do 10 meters.

[muffinrag]

i don't CARE about the american industrial military complex i want a fucking TANK EMOJI so that i can use it to hype up my little brother when he's INFODUMPING ABOUT ARMY VEHICLES

[tigirl-and-co]

*holds a microphone up to YOU now* Your turn. Tell me about your DBZ ocs (eyes emoji)

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Thalia is the one I talk most often about on here. She's a little fish alien girl, and her bestie is Pinich from DB Fusions. What she lacks in finesse and finery she makes up for in brute force, she loves anything loud, flashy, and hard-hitting. She's younger, so she has a hard time controlling her strength -- a spar with her is only marginally less dangerous than a full battle.

That said, she's very naive, and very kind. She'll give you the benefit of the doubt for pretty much *anything,* right up until you go after her friends. If you manage to survive whatever comes next and apologize, she'll forgive you with little to no hesitation. After all, you can't become a better person if nobody is willing to help you out!

At this point, she's the unofficial bad guy reformer- either they're taken with her sweet nature, or they're too scared of what she'll do to them otherwise.

Cryia is everybody's favourite trans potato farmer/time patroller space lizard with severe social anxiety (but she's working on it) At the evil space lizard equivalent of 11, she was basically completely disillusioned with Arcosian society and ran off, flinging herself into the deep recesses of space (because what else would an eleven year old do? Set coordinates? Unlikely.)

Good news for her, she managed to Superman herself onto some potato farm in the middle of goddamn nowhere! The folks there took her in, and she learned how to be kind how to grow potatoes. She eventually decided she wanted to help and to show the universe that her people could be more than just tyrants and arrogant bullies, and was recruited into the time patrollers!

She's a huge goofball, but very few people actually know this bc she's also got REALLY bad anxiety. When she first starts working as a patroller, she wears sunglasses so she doesn't have to look people in the eye. She currently lives in Conton city. (I'm still workshopping her design a little bit, I want to give her a more interesting horn shape)

Zunikki and Oyon are two that I haven't really talked about on here before but have had designed for YEARS. They're Saiyans! Best friends since childhood, Zunikki has always had a sweeter disposition than the common Saiyan, but is no less eager to fight! She just prefers friendly brawls to death matches.

Oyon is mute, due to an experimental treatment to make him stronger. Most people didn't notice, since he was already somewhat cold and standoffish; the only person he talked to regularly was Zunikki. His fighting style is to hit hard and tank whatever is dished back at him, since part of the experiment is that he does NOT get diminishing returns from the zenkai boost. He mostly just follows where Zunikki points him.

They were in offworld cryostasis when Frieza blew up planet Vegeta, and weren't discovered until MUCH later, and Frieza allowed them to join his army. After he was defeated, they just kinda started wandering space at Zunikki's behest. They drop by Earth to say hi every now and again, and Oyon has actually started warming up to the kids. He's still cold, but if the kids want a piggy back ride, well goddamnit Uncle Oyon is going to give them one.

I've also got a bunch of others that exist moreso to explore the non-lasers and punches side of the verse, mostly furries lmao.

Thank you for the ask!!!

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[Image descriptions: Screenshots of Tweets and headlines about Palestine with their dates circled in red. Long descriptions follow.

1. Tweet by Bitchcoin @SubMedina from 2015 that says: ´Palestinian journalist Hana Hammad continues work after being injured by Israeli forces in Jerusalem.’ Attached is a photo of Hammad with a bandage covering half her face as she speaks on the news. 2. Tweet by Aleesha [Palestinian flag emoji] @a_leesha1 from 2021 that says: ‘This is Gaza tonight on Eid al-Fitr. #GazaUnderAttack.’ Attached are three photos of exploding buildings. 3. A headline from The Independent from 2014 that says, ‘Holocaust survivors and their descendants accuse Israel of “genocide”’ with a sub-heading that reads, ‘More than 300 Holocaust surivors and their descendants have condemned what they described as Israel’s ‘genocide of Palestinian people’ in an advert in the New York Times. 4. A headline from The Onion from 2014 that says: ‘Israel: Palestinians Given Ample Time To Evacuate To Nearby Bombing Sites.’ 5. An excerpt from NBC News from 2014 that says: ‘Gaza City, Gaza Strip – Israeli forces fired a tank shell at a hospital in Gaza on Monday, killing at least four people and injuring 40 others, health officials said. [start underine] It was the third hospital Israel’s military has struck since launching a ground offensive in Gaza last week. [end underline]] 6. A headline from Amnesty International from 2014 that says: ‘Mounting evidence of deliberate attacks on Gaza health workers by Israeli army.’ The excerpt reads, ‘An immediate investigation is needed into mounting evidence that the Israeli Defense Forces launched apparently deliberate attacks against hospitals and health professionals in Gaza, which have left sik medics dead, said Amnesty International as it released disturbing 7. Headline from Democracy Now! From 2014 that says: ‘Israel Bombs Gaza’s Only Rehab Hospital: Staff Forced to Evacuate Paralyzed Patients After Shelling.’ \End descriptions]

[OP plain text: “Hamas shouldn’t have attacked” [upside down smile emoji] \End PT]

“Hamas shouldn’t have attacked”

🙃

The Israeli genocide of Palestinians has been ongoing for 70 years.

[water-writings]

Red Emoji OC Asks: 👠 for all of your OCs. I'm letting you have free reign on which ones this time.

Oh I have a few OCs I'd love to answer this with!! All these OCs I just love their styles and want to talk more on it so thank you!

👠 (heels) - How does your oc dress? Are they stylish or casual? Do they keep up with trends or do their own thing? Do they prefer designer clothes or going to the thrift store? Do they have a signature item of clothing?

Fiona and Hana are my current muses right now my obsession with One Piece has not died yet help me. Fiona wears a lot of dresses and skirts that are very much the style of her island, Banora Island. She wears a lot of like milk maid and ren faire style outfits. She'll wear plaid or some patterned dress or skirt with a corset that is either plain or matches. Most of the time she has her hair down and if she's out on a mission with the Revolutionary army she wears her hair in a braid. Sometimes she wears a bandana. Very Autumn-y vibes and just cottage-y. Hana is always wearing her Heart Pirate uniform, but if she's not her style tends to be pinks/pastels that are very girlie and sometimes frilly. She's used to the cold thanks to her island from the North Blue so she's used to the Polar Tang's cold temperature especially when they're underwater. She can wear sweaters and stuff during those times, but she's definitely not used to warmer weather when they go to new islands. She'll wear shorts and a short sleeve or tank top if she's not wearing her uniform.

Casali, thanks to her gills on her ribs, has to wear clothes that don't touch them because it just irritates her. She can wear flowy tops, but nothing that clings to her. When Mando took her from her planet she only had one outfit she was wearing, her floral criss crossing top and matching skirt. Once she started traveling with Mando he got her some more suitable clothes she can wear during their travels. Just depending on what planet they were on she had a few outfits to pick from, like one for winter planets and another for more desert planets. A lot were flowy with pants and boots versus her more tropical tops and skirts with sandals. She did at some point find clothes that reminded her of home that she bought while shopping on a new planet.

Maiko wears a lot of like preppy rich girl outfits. Her mother picks them out for her and basically makes her wear them, she's never really had a chance to shop for herself thanks to her strict parents. She doesn't mind the styles, she thinks they're cute, but when she starts dating Mitsuya and he starts making her some clothes he thinks she'd look good in she eventually figures out other styles she likes. She likes a lot of feminine/girlie outfits, things that are trendy. She branches out from the tweedy and plaid outfits that her mom has her wear and tries more floral patterns and the like. She still wears the other outfits, but she finally feels like she can pick things for herself.

[nataliesnews]

Unwra,Talli Gottlieb etc 27.1.2024

This is the tent of the families in Balfour. And below the tent nearer the house of Netanyahu when the weather is good. How home in one of the busiest streets in Israel looks as if it is being protected against tanks.When there is a demonstration not only are all the streets blocked but the main road has  barricades one after another  all the way down to the junction. I said to one of the police.....do you think we are going to come in in tanks? His intelligent answer was that it is to protect us from drivers who want to knock us over. I restrained myself from asking him if he really believed the nonsense he was spouting.

I was pleased to hear that many countries are stopping contributions to Unwra as some of their people took part in the attack of the 7th. I understand the families who are not allowing aid to be sent to Gaza though I wish we could  help but seeing that most of the goods are going to the Hamas.....I actually went with the Baskins.....and Gershon also is not optimistic....but we did not realise that in the bad weather they were opening a bigger tent at Balfour an, finding no one there went home. But yesterday as I wrote a taxi driver put me right. They keep asking us not to forget them. 

These were the golden days when Eliezer Yaari and his story of Machsomwatch came to Cinematheque. As someone said last night the demonstrations at Balfour were the days of the Garden of Eden and now we are in the Garden of the Beasts.

Meet Talli Gotliv who is accusing the Mossad (Secret Service) of everythng she can think of. " Following the series of social media posts, Shin Bet chief Ronen Bar issued a strongly worded letter against Gotliv, accusing her of endangering the lives of security services personnel and their families by publishing their personal details." and this at a time when we are told that this is not the time for enquiries into the actions of the army. Are you surpised that we are so suspicious of everything that we hear.

   Protest leader demands Likud MK retract 'delusional conspiracy' of Mossad meeting

Shin Bet chief said to urge state commission be formed ‘now’ to probe Oct. 7 failures

Ronen Bar reportedly tells ministers public 'desperately needs this,' as does agency to put an end to 'lies and conspiracies' claiming it had foreknowledge of Hamas attack

There are those in the Likud who seem intent on endangering us more and more......there is Almog Cohen..Almog Cohen, who is listed in the seventh slot of Religious Zionism’s party list, posted a photo over the weekend referencing the alleged assault on his Facebook page. Cohen,a former riot police officer, can be seen kneeling on three men in the photo, who are tied-up and lying on the ground.Cohen captioned the photo saying that “those on the ground remember what I did in the army,” adding a winking face emoji. Just to give you a taste of the PDF below. But he did more damage when he started to report on the army finding babies hanging on a clothes line, about a woman who went through the Holocaust and gave her name......all this was denied by the army spokesman and yet he again repeated this to foreign networks.  There was no such horrible scene and there was no woman by the name he gave from the kibbutz. Was what the Hamas did not bad enough for him?. 

And then there was the woman politician Silman  who claims that she was slapped by a demonstrator though there is no video evidence. True, two people claimed they saw it happening. Maybe it did, but the police immediately arrested the woman. She was held overnight in the women's jail and was so stressed that she fainted in the witness stand and though there was a doctor in the courtroom, he was not allowed to go to her and in the end she was taken by ambulance to hospital. I don't know what the outcome will be but I would suggest they take both of them and the two witnesses to a test of truth.....forgottem what word is.

Woman detained for allegedly assaulting Minister Silman at Rehovot shopping center

Police say 52-year-old activist knocked phone out of environmental protection minister's hands and slapped her; suspect denies allegations

 and after that check this out....so on the one hand the police rush to attack and on the other hand in the army the extremists are taking hold more. 

Oh and the cherry on the cake is that the extreme elements want to go and settle the Gaza strip. I said to a friend that I wished they would do so and maybe they would understand what those in the south went through. But my friend said to me that if the settlers did go there we can be sure that there will be all the protection they need from the army. Not as happened on the 7th October where practically all the soldiers in the area were sent to protect the settlers holding a party in Hawarra and I am sure that then every soldier serving in the area will be armed with guns if not cannons.

Thousands of right-wing activists are getting ready to resettle Gaza after the war

'Gaza City will be Jewish' says one leader; core groups of potential residents being assembled; MKs from all parties in Netanyahu-led bloc support the burgeoning movement

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The U.S. military is now using "e-girl influencers" to lure gen-z into service. Rayyvana and Mark Thompson discuss on The Young Turks. Watch TYT LIVE on weekdays 6-8 pm ET. http://youtube.com/theyoungturks/live Read more HERE: https://www.dazeddigital.com/life-culture/article/57878/1/the-era-of-military-funded-e-girl-warfare-army-influencers-tiktok "“I’m not the American dream, I’m more like the American nightmare,” beams the influencer known as Haylujan in a video to her 363k TikTok followers. With full-face E-girl make-up, drawn-on freckles and a rosy nose, the 20-year-old is the face of an unsettling new breed of E-girl garnering millions of views online. She posts thirst traps inside choppers and pouty selfies with assault rifles, with hashtags like #pewpew and #militarycurves. She shares cutesy unboxing compilations and make-up tutorials, Get Ready With Me videos and lip syncs. She jokes about war bunkers and plays with remote control tanks, which she overlays with sparkly filters and heart emojis."* *** The largest online progressive news show in the world. Hosted by Cenk Uygur and Ana Kasparian. LIVE weekdays 6-8 pm ET. Help support our mission and get perks. Membership protects TYT's independence from corporate ownership and allows us to provide free live shows that speak truth to power for people around the world. See Perks: ▶ https://www.youtube.com/TheYoungTurks/join SUBSCRIBE on YOUTUBE: ☞ http://www.youtube.com/subscription_center?add_user=theyoungturks FACEBOOK: ☞ http://www.facebook.com/TheYoungTurks TWITTER: ☞ http://www.twitter.com/TheYoungTurks INSTAGRAM: ☞ http://www.instagram.com/TheYoungTurks TWITCH: ☞ http://www.twitch.com/tyt 👕 Merch: http://shoptyt.com ❤ Donate: http://www.tyt.com/go 🔗 Website: https://www.tyt.com 📱App: http://www.tyt.com/app 📬 Newsletters: https://www.tyt.com/newsletters/ If you want to watch more videos from TYT, consider subscribing to other channels in our network: The Watchlist https://www.youtube.com/watchlisttyt Indisputable with Dr. Rashad Richey https://www.youtube.com/indisputabletyt Unbossed with Nina Turner https://www.youtube.com/unbossedtyt The Damage Report ▶ https://www.youtube.com/thedamagereport TYT Sports ▶ https://www.youtube.com/tytsports The Conversation ▶ https://www.youtube.com/tytconversation Rebel HQ ▶ https://www.youtube.com/rebelhq TYT Investigates ▶ https://www.youtube.com/channel/UCwNJt9PYyN1uyw2XhNIQMMA #TYT #TheYoungTurks #BreakingNews 230112__BE02EGirlMilitaryInfluencerVsGenZBP by The Young Turks

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couldn’t decide if i should caption this strawberry lipstick state of mind or cou cou so here’s a hybrid: strawberry lipstick state of cou cou

[cmtcahrule]

CHARMIE game strong!

The Anatomy Of A Relationship:

My top 50 list starting in 2020:

1.       Armie files for divorce

2.       Separation date and Metrograph movie

3.       Backless bib selfie reveal

4.       San Vincente bungalows (love shack)

5.       Oscars and Hammer brooch

6.       Boyfriend sweater

7.       “My heart has made its mind up”

8.       Kid Cudi – thinking about my boys

9.       Joe Exotic and thirst emojis

10.   Sincerely yours forevermore

11.   “You don’t have a husband”

12.   Tim and Nick at BLM protests

13.   Divorce announcement

14.   Woodstock and splinters

15.   Little Woman promo with white tank top and gold O chain

16.   Tim in Billowy

17.   Armie running down airport runway like Elio and Oliver

18.   Hedi Slimane photo shoot – CMBYN vibe

19.   London

20.   Eyes of Ibad

21.   Peach journal and notepad of paper with 13th and 2020 on it

22.   Lorde “Glory and Gore”

23.   Selfie on bi-visibility day

24.   Kid Cudi and Mystery of Love

25.   Run Away With Me by Sufjan Stevens – Tim’s song pick

26.   King Shit and 250,000 likes

27.   Brentwood cap and neck bruises

28.   Le Trackie is back and Fila mask

29.   Charmie starts up finstas on same day

30.   US GQ (gold ring) and British GQ (track pants) + similar poses

31.   Hiding autographed copies of GC magazine

32.   More neck bruises in NYC and plenty of pap walks

33.   Ashton birthday and Topanga bungalows

34.   Boys walking down the street on the east/west coasts; showing off fan gifts and weed

35.   Armie and Tim friendship articles

36.   Woodstock pizza story and throwing up the middle finger

37.   Sexy mesh top selfie

38.   Saturday Night Live and the bad baker and tiny horse

39.   Tim’s Joshua Tree birthday post with Pauline

40.   Tim’s birthday + Christmas + New Years

41.   Joshua Tree bag

42.   Joshua Tree socks on walk with Emrata

43.   New York Knicks game with hammer/nail ring and gold ring from GQ cover

44.   Lilothee 2.0 sham – “they are private” but excessive pap pictures

45.   SNL flute appearance – Chalamet loves A

46.   Oscars in Palm Springs, Tim spotted in Larchmont

47.   Port Authority Bus Terminal - rainbow colored ceiling

48.   Bones and All set looking like older Elio with rope belt

49.   Cannes Film Festival – Elio lookalike, signing CMBYN fan pictures on Armie’s face, jewelry, track suit

50.   Venice Film Festival – CMBYN bracelet, track suit

What am I missing friends?

[punkcalf]

TDC Facebook Update

This post is to educate and warn people only, not to cause or start or renew any drama.

I was upset when I made my other post yesterday, and still am. Thank you for everyone who signal boosted and gave me some insight on 'why' this may be happening. This franchise has meant a lot for me, kickstarting my art and having so many fun, positive experiences in a fandom. So, this is a really bitter pill to swallow.

The Facebook page I've mentioned is called 'The Dark Crystal Age of Resistance' [and there are some emojis next to it.]

[Image ID: A banner image of The Dark Crystal Age of Resistance Show showing Rian wearing his helmet and Deet in an image of The Dark Crystal against a purple fading to black background. Below the image is text reading; The Dark Crystal age of Resistance. End image ID]

They have gone private, so that's at least a relief but if you were in the group like me before it turned the way it did, here is a warning;

Trigger warnings for; war, racism, anti-semitism and fascism beyond this point.

This page has become a very far right, anti-Semitic, racist, and fascist and the admins don't care. I've send some reports and after a send like three there was a sudden new update to the page that 'no one was allowed to report posts.'

They post racist and other horrible rhetoric plastered over TDC characters. Make comparisons to real life wars and invasions to the ones in the show and laugh about it in the comments. One person commented that they 'couldn't wait for the liberal snowflakes to find this post and get upset about it'

There are endless distasteful comments about real life wars. Making posts that 'skeksis are quicker than xxx-army' or comparing people from invaded countries to podlings but then backtracking because 'at least podlings had an enough spine to fight back and resist.'

There have been made pictures of people photoshopping garthim over tanks. Tanks that were invading countries and caused real life deaths.

And a few of their members compared BIPOC to animals so... yeah. Disgusting shit all around.

There are also a lot of anti-vaxx posts, with the whole brainwashing, money grabbing schtick. Adding vaccine logo's or text over the draining scenes and comparing skeksis to the government.

Like @shitposts-by-thuban said in response to my other post;

"I remember seeing some posts a while ago talking about how conspiracy theorists were saying the show was literally showing what’s going on behind the scenes and the reason it got cancelled was the gov’t was trying to hide it"

This is literally how a lot of active members in that group think. Also I hope you don't mind I added your tags;

[Image ID: Grey text against a white back ground saying: tbh nazis try to hijack literally anything to recruit people and create dog whistles and coded language. End Image ID].

I feel this is becoming more and more true, sadly. And I know a lot of fans of this show are younger, and I hate to see them fall for these tricks. These 'memes' aren't jokes. They are cruel and disgusting.

Also @skekheck thank you as always for spreading the information! And to reply to your tags:

[Image ID: Grey text against a white background saying: I thought nazis fell off after the first few months of the show coming out. End image ID]

It sadly has seem to be gotten worse. At least on Facebook. I also know some were active on Twitter but I've got those blocked before I saw anything.

I know a lot of people have their art / cosplays posted in that group. So my advice is to remove those. It has become private so that may become harder now. Just be careful out there, don't go into this weird fucked up rabbit hole people in that group are trying to dig.

Thank you for reading so far, I'm a bit more clearer minded now, thank you both for your reblogs and responses.

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[Image Description]

There are three screenshots of tweets from X, formerly Twitter. The first is from verified user Motasem A Dalloul, handle AbujomaaGaza. It reads: "Israeli Occupation army found a pretext to hinder the entry of humanitarian aid to Gaza as it claimed the site which was hit by the Palestinian resistance was Kerem Shalom Crossing where aid is being delivered." In all capital letters, the tweet finishes with: "The truth is that the site is a military base including hundreds of tanks waiting for raiding Rafah."

The second tweet is from verified user Israel Defense Forces, handle IDF. It reads, "Siren emoji. Moments ago: sirens sounding in Kerem Shalom. While the IDF is facilitating humanitarian aid to the people of Gaza through the Kerem Shalom crossing, terrorists fire rockets into the same area. Israel remains committed to providing life-saving aid while Hamas remains committed to destroying lives." The tweet was posted at 2:35 p.m, on May 5th, 2024, "from Earth."

The third tweet is again Motasem A Dalloul, with a retweet of the IDF's tweet. It repeats the same information presented in the first tweet.

[/End Image Description.]

I would personally like to confirm that the Ministry of (Israeli) Defense controls the border crossing at Kerem Shalom, a kibbutz.

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hi i’ve got more of that bug fables roleswap au for people to peruse! this time, it’s largely focused on some side characters, some of which was a collaboration between me and my beloved friend @behold-a-bastard-in-this-house ! go check him out :-)

as always, under the cut is spoilers for the entirety of bug fables! similarly, this covers similar themes to what’s covered in bug fables, so if any of those bug you, take care of yourself!

the swaps covered here are: maki & kina swapping with zasp & mothiva, and general fuff swapping with vanessa! as with the central three protagonists,  it gets a little more funky from there, in the nature of telling a fun and fresh story AND preserving major & important parts of their original personalities and backstories!

ZASP & MOTHIVA AS MAKI & KINA

specifically here, zasp is maki; acting as elizant ii’s royal blade and going out on top secret missions for her. the layers i particularly like here are seen in canon: when asked about the wasps, zasp refers to them as “pests,” and for reasons currently unknown (but likely related to him having damaged antennae, etc.) he isn’t affected by the wasp king’s crown at all! the trust elizant ii has in him extends past the possibility of him being controlled or betraying her, which i VERY much like as a general (hand waves) background theme

the reason why i considered this swap to begin with was because mothiva and kina kinda reminded me of each other! and in a way, so did kina & zasp, but i felt this particular swap was more fun. i think mothiva keeps her idol status, here; most of the time she’s complaining about how zasp can’t accompany her as a body guard to her shows anymore, or about how he keeps leaving her behind (”a top secret mission would be GREAT for exposure!!” which is largely why she doesn’t end up going with him, lmao)

i also think that both of them are significantly further in their character development than they are in canon, though? mostly because: without zasp as her right hand and supporter all the time, mothiva has to actually deal with anyone who rejects her personally, and The Queen Herself supporting her is very good for her ego already! meanwhile zasp actually has a healthy level of seperation from mothiva and can foster that relationship without it fully starting from somewhere parasocial, lmao. i simply like this for them a lot!

MAKI & KINA AS ZASP & MOTHIVA

this one’s a little bit of a (handwaves) stretch of the canon role, so stick with me here!

i think maki & kina are more experienced explorers who have been trying at every step of the way to find the artifacts, and kina (and by extension maki) are more than a little annoyed that team snakemouth keeps getting to all of them first! i think maki largely thinks that they shouldn’t be out there to begin with - leif was BANNED from exploration for a REASON, after all, even if he IS proving efficient at artifact collection, and kina is annoyed that her and her brother aren’t getting the recognition they deserve!

this leads to the same threads you see in canon: maki & kina attempt to interfere at golden hills, stating that team snakemouth isn’t strong enough to take on whatever’s at the top of the hills, and that they’re destined to fail. this is then followed by the two interrupting in the termite kingdom - the queen is right there, after all! if they can prove that team snakemouth isn’t strong enough to defeat them, then they’ll be able to prove themselves and go after the artifacts themselves, even if this is jeopardizing bugaria.

a key difference here is that maki & kina actually regret their actions in termite kingdom! what you see there is a personal apology to the queen and an acknowledgement of what could’ve happened after they realize - no public apology to team snakemouth though, haha, outside of maki pulling them aside later.

maki saves kabbu from a near death experience :that one confetti discord emoji:

THE FUFF & VANESSA SWAP

once again a big thank you to my friend fall for being the huge brained genius behind this swap!! 

the conceit of this swap is that general fuff manages to escape the wasp king’s control from injuries sustained in a long-ago battle, while vanessa doesn’t. she starts acting as a false figurehead leader to the wasps, and has a similar battle gimmick to ultimax, in which she is always hiding behind her troops! (in canon, she even says that she’s never done combat for her kingdom - something that is still very true here!)

meanwhile, fuff is locked up - his focus is mainly on strategy, too, and while he’s brilliant at it, he has no people to lead, no army to plan around. while he could probably fight the capture, he doesn’t actually want to hurt his soldiers - we are a STRONG believer in actual good leader fuff when not mind controlled here! he manages to steal the flame brooch before he’s captured, though, hoping to use it to take down the king; although this fails, the king doesn’t realize he’s stolen it, and in her mind controlled state, neither does vanessa!

fuff, when broken out, proceeds to offer to help elizant ii plan defenses and battle against the wasps and the wasp king, and is the one to give team snakemouth the flame brooch before the giant’s lair. vanessa does get a tank. you LOVE to see a girlboss winning

that’s all for this post!! this was once again very fun to write out and explain; if you have any questions, just shoot me an ask about ‘em :-)

[davemustaine]

what the thats a hug emoji ?? this 🫂 ? i though t it was a rabbit all along. like i thought u were sending someone a rabbit to thank them or make their day i dont have a 20/20 vision so that explains but also at the same time maybe it was an army tank because you wanna ratatatattatta someone on other context

i am squinting at my phone like so hard rn trying to see that emoji as a rabbit

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      “ -- -- hm?”   maes dissaociates AGAIN, barely hearing the words armstrong says to him.  he’s sitting on the bed in his hospital room in just his tank top and army pants.  there’s bandages wrapped over his shoulder and stained blood still on his hands and arms.  he blinks a few times before removing his glasses, cleaning them against the shirt with trembling hands.  he’s been awake for over twenty-four hours at this point.  nothing feels. . . REAL.  “sorry, what -- did you say?”  sentences are not processing.  nothing is processing.  

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[kenzieam]

The Tutor - Chapter Two

Pairing: AU Bucky X Levi

Rating: M (my usual, lovelies)

Warnings: language, drama, angst, mentions of abuse

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Levi the jock needs help in high school and her twin brother, Steve, volunteers his newest friend, Bucky. Seemingly just to piss her off, Bucky accepts but soon realizes there’s more to the Levi than she lets the average spectator see.

There’s some definite movement in this chapter, my lovelies.... Enjoy!

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Word Count: 2700+

“Are you going to Clint’s Halloween party?” Levi asked, looking up from her notebook. Her grades had improved steadily in the last few weeks and she truly didn’t even need a tutor anymore, but neither she nor Bucky had brought this up. Their tutoring appointments had morphed into mutual study sessions that were an unspoken commitment; every day that Levi didn’t have some type of practice she and Bucky would wait for each other outside of school after last class and walk over to his house.

Levi had even adopted his bean bag chair as hers and was currently sprawled in it, her long legs pretzeled and resting on the edge of his desk, auburn hair coiled into a messy topknot. Bucky was lounging in his desk chair, his feet resting on the desk against Levi’s and was twirling a pencil idly in his hand as he considered her question.

“I doubt it, why? Are you?”

“I don’t know… it’ll probably be the same shit as every other time. I mean, Olivia Newman will get drunk and puke on her entourage, Kendall Simmons will get in a screaming match with her boyfriend, Ethan Michaels and then they’ll end up fucking in the bathroom-”

“Fun.” Bucky commented dryly.

“Trenton Steele and his stoner buddies will accidentally set fire to something. Someone will dare Clint to jump naked into his pool again and he’ll treat us to a helicopter show first-”

“Jesus, is that what happens at these parties?”

“You’ve never gone to one?”

“No.”

“Why not?”

“Well, although it sounds like fun… I have better things to do.”

“Like what?” Levi teased, mischief dancing in her eyes.

“Like tutoring losers.”

“Ouch, touché.” Levi winced dramatically, then sobered. “Do you really think that? I’m a loser?” There was a new depth in her voice, as if Bucky’s answer really mattered to her.

Bucky looked up in surprise, frowning slightly. “No. Lev, that’s not what I meant. I don’t think you’re a loser,” he paused, weighing his next words. “But I do like hanging with you more than going to parties.”

“How would you know? You’ve never been to one. You might be right up there with Clint.”

Bucky shook his head, the corner of his mouth quirking up. “What did you get for question four?” He asked, effectively changing the subject.

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By eight pm Halloween night, Bucky had taken his two little sisters around trick-or-treating then fed them supper and put them to bed while his mom answered the door to ghosts and superheroes non-stop and was now up in his room, the door shut and a slasher movie queued up to watch. He wondered how the party was going and whether Levi had gone with anyone, then told himself to shut up.

It didn’t matter what Levi did.

They studied together and that was it, she didn’t think about him any more than he thought about her and, come the end of the year, she’d jet off on the scholarship he’d helped her get and that would be all. Bucky would end up in community college because, although they were financially secure again after his mom had landed the well-paying job that had brought them to this town, for too long after his dad had died, they’d struggled, financially and otherwise. There had been too many nights it had been Bucky caring for his sisters while his mother mourned silently in her dark bedroom and, while a scholarship was definitely possible, Bucky couldn’t stand the thought of leaving them. The hero worship gaze from eight year old Maddy and six year old Sarah as he stepped into daddy shoes for them, reading them stories and scaring away bedtime monsters while their mom struggled to gain back both financial stability and confidence in herself to survive without her husband were something he couldn’t and didn’t want to walk away from. He would live at home and continue to help while he went to school, even if there were more and better opportunities out there for him.

Thinking about his dad made his left arm ache and Bucky rolled his shoulder with a grimace, considering going downstairs to warm up the hot pack he would then wrap around it to try and stave off having to take a painkiller but a knock at his door interrupted his thoughts.

“Trick or treat?” Came a playful call and Bucky felt a rush of surprised delight, striding to the door and yanking it open.

“Lev? I thought you were going to Clint’s party.” He grinned, stepping back so Levi could enter.

Levi sauntered past, swinging a loaded treat bag. She was dressed in a tight green tank top and camo cargo pants with heavy army boots and, as she turned around, Bucky saw ‘Major Babe’ printed on the shirt. The shirt was cut high on her hips, exposing bare skin above her web belt and the thin straps of some strange black harness looped over the swell of her breasts. A set of WW1 era pilot goggles perched on her head and two black grease lines darkened her cheekbones, as if she was about to go duck into the bushes for reconnaissance and she grinned widely at him.

“I hit up the neighborhood instead,” she laughed. “You wouldn’t believe the difference in handouts when the dads answered the door instead of the moms.”

“I can imagine.” Bucky replied, swallowing hard. Levi had never worn something so tight or revealing before in front of him and Bucky felt an unwelcome heat rise in his chest. Sure, he’d noticed that Levi was a female and attractive, but it had never really hit him until now just how much so.

Mischief sparked her amethyst eyes into windows to galaxies and her grin was infectious. She shook the bag. “You have a bowl or something?”

Bucky ran downstairs for a big mixing bowl and when he returned, Levi poured the bag into it, humming happily to herself as she stirred her fingers through, searching for her favorites. The sight of all that bare skin was way too distracting for Bucky right now and the reason why it was so distracting was something he didn’t want to think about right now either, so he strode to his dresser and pulled out one of his long-sleeved Henley’s.

“You cold?” He asked, hoping the universe would have mercy on him.

“Mm, yeah. Just give me a second.” Levi disappeared and Bucky heard the bathroom door close on the second level. While she was gone, he turned in a distracted circle, searching for something to do, something to divert his suddenly itchy hands.

I wonder if her skin is as soft as it looks. His inner voice, turned traitor, mused quietly and Bucky firmly told it to fuck off.

Levi reappeared, the black greasepaint scrubbed off her face and pulled on the red shirt then took the bowl, collapsing onto Bucky’s bed, leaning against his headboard with a groan of contentment.

Forcing himself to act normally, for Christ’s sake he’d sat beside her innumerable times before without spazzing, Bucky sat beside her and grabbed the remote, turning on the movie and accepting the bowl of candy Levi passed to him.

His right hand gripping a sweating glass bottle of pop, Bucky let himself get lost in the movie and the candy bowl ended up pushed down between their knees. For lack of any other place to put it, he rested his left hand on his thigh but it only made him more aware of where Levi’s right hand was and, about halfway through the movie, he gave up fighting the new voice in his head. Tentatively, he reached over, still watching the movie and brushed Levi’s hand. She jolted slightly, glancing at him, but didn’t pull away and Bucky eased his hand into hers, their fingers interlinking, palms touching. They glanced at each other almost shyly, but neither spoke and they looked back at the movie, both hoping the other couldn’t hear the increase in their heartrates.

Nearing the end of the first movie, Bucky felt Levi rest her head against his shoulder and little frissons of delight shivered up and down his spine. She didn’t move when the first movie ended, and Bucky bent to look into her face. She was half asleep and smiled dreamily at him.

“Let’s watch another one.” She whispered.

“Okay,” he whispered back.

Within a few minutes, Levi had fallen asleep, her breathing steady, her body completely relaxed against his. Bucky kept watching the movie, feeling a strange mix of enjoyment and relaxation; a shy hope that movie nights became another part of their friendship.

Feeling ready to nod off himself, Bucky glanced at his cell phone and saw it was closing in on 11:30. He texted Steve and asked if the twins had a curfew.

Yeah, midnight. Why? Steve answered almost immediately.

Levi and I were watching a movie and she fell asleep.

That’s where she is, I was texting her but no answer. 😊 Want me to swing by and pick her up?

Yeah, okay.

Okay, give me ten minutes and watch out, she doesn’t like being woken up.

Laughing emojis made Bucky wonder if Steve was serious or not, but either way, he needed to wake the supposed beast, so he stopped the movie and leaned over slightly.

Unwillingly he noticed how nice her hair smelled, like apples and some type of light flower and Bucky gritted his teeth, telling himself firmly to piss off.

“Lev.” He murmured quietly. He reached over with his right hand, the one not still clasped in hers and pushed at her thigh, just enough to jostle her slightly. “Levi, wake up.” He pushed again, a little harder and squeezed her hand at the same time, his lips brushing her temple.

Levi inhaled sharply, her eyelids fluttered and gave a sweet little moan. Before Bucky could pull back, she tipped her head up, eyes still closed and pressed her lips to his. Electricity shot though him at the union and he went rigid in shock for a moment, before surrendering into it and kissing her back. The connection was sweet and tender but all too short as her head tipped again and Bucky pulled back reluctantly, eyelids fluttering and a blissful smile on his lips. He opened his eyes, parted his lips to speak, to tell Levi how hot and sweet she was, to confess that maybe he was already falling for her a little bit and how he wouldn’t mind at all doing that again but froze as Levi remained silent and ice shot down his spine as he realized she was still asleep. Pulling away in mingled embarrassment and shame, Bucky dropped her hand like it was on fire, his heart slamming in his chest.

Shit. SHIT. Now what?

“Levi.” He said louder, his heart thundering in his ears. “Wake up.”

Levi jolted slightly, lifting her head and opening her eyes. Bucky felt a flash of terror as her eyes locked on his – what the hell was she going to say, what was he going to say? - but she only yawned and stretched.

“Mm, what time is it?” She asked, running a hand through her hair.

She didn’t remember kissing him. That was somehow worse.

“Uh, 11:30.” Bucky stumbled for words, a strange sense of disappointment flooding him. But why? Hadn’t he just dodged a bullet? This would just complicate things, it was better all around that Levi didn’t remember kissing him and Bucky didn’t mention it again.

Then why did that make him feel so empty?

Levi yawned again then reached over and punched him gently in the arm. “What? Why are you looking at me funny? Was I snoring?”

Bucky shook his head, scrambling off the bed and cursing himself internally for his complete lack of chill. He valued Levi’s friendship way too much to fuck it up by catching feelings or getting all touchy-feely but still, for those few seconds when their lips had been touching, their breath mingling, Bucky had felt… complete.

“It’s almost midnight-”

“Shit!”

“No, it’s okay. Steve’s on his way to pick you up.”

Levi sagged with relief and Bucky cleared his throat uncomfortably. The subject hadn’t really come up lately, but Levi hadn’t taken any more ‘sick’ days or shown up to school with suspicious bruises either.

“How has that been, with your stepdad?”

Levi sank back on the bed, crossing one leg under the other and lounged back against his pillow. Bucky clenched his fists, fighting the urge to sit down beside her, to cradle her face and brush his thumb along her cheek, pull her close for another tender kiss, to breath in her scent and maybe whisper his newly discovered feelings, heart pounding as he hoped desperately that she perhaps felt the same.

“Good, actually. I mean, my grades have gotten way better and, I don’t know, I’m calmer at home now. I don’t push his buttons and he doesn’t push mine. We still argue but it never gets out of hand like before.” She pulled distractedly at the bottom of his shirt, which Bucky privately thought looked way better on her than it ever did on him. “I’m not kidding myself that it will actually last though. I’m still getting out of there, going for the scholarship. Let Mom be happy with him, I’ll visit on major holidays.”

An unexpected pang in his chest at her words, Bucky swallowed, searching for something to say. Stay, he wanted to beg. Stay here, with me. But he couldn’t ask that of her, he didn’t mind his cage, but Levi was too beautiful a bird to be held.

Her phone buzzed and she glanced at it. “Steve’s here.” She rose gracefully then pulled at the bottom of the shirt to remove it.

“No, keep it.” Bucky blurted.

Levi smiled, and was that a touch of sadness there? “Better not show up at home wearing some guy’s clothes. Steve always has an extra hoodie laying around.” She removed his shirt and laid it on the bed.

Some guy?

Levi darted forwards and, before Bucky could process what she was doing, pecked his cheek gently. “Thanks, Bucky. I had fun tonight.”

Bucky cleared his throat before managing, almost gruffly. “We should have movie nights more often.”

Her smile lit up his room, or maybe he was just finally noticing how it always had. “That’d be fun, yeah.” She winked at him before turning to leave.

“Don’t eat all my candy.” She teased and then she was gone.

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Bucky’s new awareness of Levi continued as did his keeping it a secret.

Movie nights were added to their friendship but, by some unspoken agreement, they’d not held hands again and, while Levi had fallen asleep a time or two, she’d never sleepily answered his gentle nudges to wake with a sweet, dreamy kiss either.

Today, the two of them were going Christmas shopping after classes ended. Levi had been introduced to Bucky’s little sisters one day after school a while ago when Bucky had tried juggling watching them and studying with Levi, and they’d all just ended up chilling on the couch watching Frozen. The girls absolutely idolized Levi, gazing at her like she was some kind of Disney princess and she was going to help Bucky pick out the perfect presents for them.

Steve was waiting outside when they emerged, lounging against the brick wall of the school and called out when he saw them emerge.

“Hey.” He yelled, moving to step towards them, but his phone ringing caught his attention suddenly. Frowning, he put it to his ear. “Mom?” His expression went from confused to alarmed. “Mom, slow down!” His eyes flicked up to Levi’s before he started speaking again. “No, slow down… what happened?” Levi reached his side and he grabbed her upper arm to hold her still as he continued to shout. “Brock? What… Mom, calm down, we’ll be right there.”

“Steve, what the hell?” Levi screeched. Bucky stood rigid at her side, staring at Steve with wide eyes, compelled to comfort Levi somehow, to hold her, but frozen in place.

Steve stared at the phone in shock for a beat before looking up at Levi with disbelieving eyes.

“Brock is dead.”

[rough-n-randy-rando]

Edd and Flow, The First Night Of Summer

The air smelled of summer. Earth and ozone were heavy in the humid air, intermittent storms making their way to torment the mountains to the west. Dogs yipped at fireflies as they rose from the tall grass near the swollen creek and fluttered about like wild embers in the creeping dusk. In the cul-de-sac, dinners were being eaten, chores were being done, plans were being made. This was the last summer of childhood, the gateway to Senior Year, to college tours and military recruiters roaming the halls, to future success or the pit of immediate mediocrity.

Kevin Barr worried that he was at the edge of the pit rather than on any path to a different, rosier outcome. He had cruised through high school on the bare minimum, lettering in any sport that involved a ball and some measure of physical violence. But Peach Creek isn't scouted like Boston or D.C. or Rhode Island, and so while the bare minimum was enough to allow his athletic career to go uninterrupted, his prospects were slim. His father's voice was stuck in his head saying, 'There's always the Army.' He shrugged it off, shuddering at the prospect of getting yelled at for a living by legions of men who reminded him of his father, minus the warmth and intelligence to cushion their authority and judgement.

This was the year to pull out the stops, make every Hail Mary he could think of, even if it were Lemon Brook Junior College. Last resort. 'There's always the Army.' Last of last resorts. But that was for another day, another time. Tonight, here and now, there was a party to attend, and worries to drown.

The party started to take shape around 7. Nate's family was in California on business and wouldn't be back till the day before graduation, so he naturally became the host and organizer. The first to arrive and help set up the well-loved speaker system was Johnny, with Plank's help of course. Then came Nazz with Kevin, Rolf following with a wagon full of various types of meats in plastic and metal containers. The Kankers arrived together bearing peace offerings of several cases of beer obtained through dubious means. Nate sanctioned the deal and declared his house neutral ground.

As a dozen or so other kids from Peach Creek High arrived and took advantage of Nate's luxurious home, the question arose, 'Where are the Eds?'

"Well I mean, I invited them." Nate said offhandedly as he thumbed through the playlist on his phone, settling on an EDM song who's only lyrics were, 'feed me your love'.

Kevin groaned and grabbed a beer from the rapidly draining supply in the fridge. "Eddy's gonna say something to someone and it'll all go South."

Nazz pinched his arm and stole the beer from his hand, topping off her solo cup before handing it back, "You're just worried he'll say something to YOU and YOU'LL make a big scene."

"I thought you were all buddy-buddy with the short one now, ever since that whole cross-country chase y'all went on in Junior High?" Nate also snatched Kevin's beer and took a sip.

"Eddy's Eddy, he's always out for another scam, something to make him money or make him look good."

"Well good, because I can only play my Spoofy playlist for so long before people get bored." Nate handed back the nearly empty beer to Kevin and turned to walk out to the pool. "We need a little excitement and scandal every now and again."

Kevin huffed and turned to Nazz, "He just doesn't know the Eds like we do."

Nazz shook her head and sipped at her drink, "Maybe just Ed or Double-Dee will show up, Eddy's supposed to be moving to The City right after graduation so for all we know he's apartment shopping right now."

"Yeah, maybe just Double-Dork…"

The lights in the house all cut out abruptly. People yelped and cursed, phone screens and flashlights piercing the darkness. The speaker system shrieked, causing even more chaos.

"The Germans!" someone cried out, causing nervous laughter and breaking a bit of the tension.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, and of course Kevin…"

"I knew it, Shorty had to make an entrance!" Kevin saw a pulsing neon glow approaching the rear fence near the pool and tried to make his way out of the house, tripping on Plank en route.

"I, Eddy Reese, your facilitator, your entertainer, your guy in the know, present for you an entertainment extravaganza unlike any you've ever seen!"

A stage adorned with stadium-quality lights that pulsed and flashed along to a heavy, percussive beat with what can only be described as a crystalline hissing sound rose over Nate's rear fence. It was emerging from the lane, slowly and deliberately, billowing thick grey smoke that flowed into the yard and even spilled onto the surface of the pool, obscuring a couple that was involved in some heavy petting. It was about 8 feet tall, 10 feet wide, and 6 feet deep, with a drawn, pitch-black curtain swaying slightly as the entire traveled through the air on barely visible supports.

"Whatever this is, I'm sold." Nate had stripped down to just his boxer briefs and had managed to adorn himself with glow bracelets and necklaces, as well as what looked like a military-grade chemlight that was clenched in his teeth.

"I knew the dorks would pull something!" Kevin had emerged from the house, Plank in one hand, a pocket flashlight in the other, which he used to scan the crowd for the usual suspects.

"Chill out Kev, this looks fun." Nazz had taken off her shirt and was also covered in glowing jewelry, her bra patterned with various amorous emojis.

"Yes hot of the collar Kevin, join in the merriment and cease your sour face making!" Rolf was wearing tube socks, a jock strap and not much else.

Everyone barely had a moment to take in the sight before the stage finally settled with a crescendo of electronic insanity, punctuated by the stage-lights all fading out and back in as a deep, dark red.

"People of Peach Creek!" A single floodlight snapped on and aimed skyward, revealing Eddy standing at the uppermost level of the stage, the light making him seem villainous. "I give you, Edstravaganza!"

The lights on stage began to strobe as the curtain parted, revealing none other than Ed, standing alone and wearing a billowing robe as well as a vacant but pleasant look on his face. The lights flashed brilliantly, like a chain of precise lighting strikes that dazzled and awed the rapt audience. They slowly diminished, easing into a weak but steady pulse. Ed stared out into the crowd and the crowd stared back. The crowd stared at Ed and Ed stared back. Ed stood upon the stage, a mysterious figure cloaked in magnificence and showmanship, and those gathered were in the palm of his hand. And that was it, he just stood there. The lights suddenly snapped to their full brilliance; Ed still unmoving.

"Hey, Lumpy, you're on!" Eddy's shoe dropped down and bounced off Ed's head, eliciting no response. Kevin began to laugh.

Suddenly, Ed threw off the robe, revealing that he was stripped to the waist with an intricate network of what looked like EKG nodes and wires crisscrossing his torso and arms.

"You Got it Eddy!" Ed threw out his arms and the lights turned a mossy, aquatic turquois, the strobes speeding up as he fluttered his fingers. As he raised his arms above his head the percussive beat rose in tempo as well, a slight whining pitch emerging from the depths of the stage. He clapped his hands and the lights all shifted to violet and indigo, bathing everything in color.

A woman's voice cut through all the sound and implored no one in particular, 'Trap for me!'

And so the party raged, guided by the kinesics of Ed and the occasional, orgasmic words of unseen men and women begging the audience to perform various vaguely musical actions. The party had grown, kids that weren't even from Peach Creek were arriving with more alcohol and more than a little drama. Word had gotten out, and Eddy quickly capitalized, charging admission and harassing people that tried to cheat the house by clambering over the fence.

Kevin escaped the borderline riot by climbing onto the roof, discovering that other exhausted party goers had gotten the same idea. He was soaked in sweat, and was splattered with the contents of several chemlights, looking almost radioactive. Even after stripping off his shirt he felt like he was running hot, and a few splotches of the glowing fluid were visible on his skin. "Damnit Nate…"

"Mix a solution of one teaspoon liquid dishwashing detergent, one-fourth cup distilled white vinegar, and one cup of cool water."

Kevin was startled and looked to the far end of the roof. Edd was sitting comfortably on a padded camping stool, with what looked like a control panel balanced on his knees. He was dressed casually, possibly owing to the humidity, wearing a tank-top with a design of the solar system across the chest, a fanny pack, and a pair of vintage men's athletic shorts that looked more at home on a beach in Florida than in a Peach Creek cul de sac.

"Oh, hey Double-Dee… uhm… what?"

"The recipe I gave was for a simple mixture that will clean the luminescent fluid from your clothing without ruining the color." He looked Kevin over and giggled.

"What's so funny?" Kevin felt his face get warm, though not in anger, more embarrassment, like he'd been caught with his, well, his shirt off on a rooftop in the dead of night.

"Oh, nothing, just having a laugh over the small amount on your skin, it's quite amusing."

"Yeah, Nate decided he wanted to write his name on his 'property' and went around trying to write 'NKG' on me and a few others." Kevin wiped at the fluid, smearing it more and transferring it to his palm.

"Well I see you escaped the branding, though not wholly unscathed." Double-Dee set down the control panel and walked over to Kevin, taking the glowing hand in his own. "Luckily this chemical is both non-toxic and simple to clean off."

Kevin watched Double-Dee consider his hand like some kind of specimen, a wave of prickly, cold needles washing over him at the coolness of the raven-haired teen's fingers played across his skin. Kevin felt warm, unusually warm, and while he could chalk some of it up to the rave going on just past the lip of the roof, he felt the odd sensation that it had something to do with the boy holding his hand. His other hand moved to his stomach and likewise smeared and stained itself, Kevin watching it with detached confusion.

"Oh my, now both your hands are glowing." Double-Dee lightly took hold of the other hand as well, making a flustered face that bordered on the maternally annoyed. "What are we going to do with you?"

Kevin didn't know why but his hands closed around the other boy's fingers, not harshly, not menacingly, but just enough to press them fully to against his own. Again, the difference in temperature between the two stirred up some bubbly, anxious humor in his belly and further south. Was that it, was it just that he was slightly colder, and his body was reacting to it? These thoughts and more came to a halt as he felt Double-Dee's hands squeeze back.

"Is something wrong, Kevin?"

The redhead instantly released the boy's hands and set about neurotically searching for something to do with his own; stuffing them in his pockets, wiping his forehead, scratching his belly, sliding under his very sweaty armpits, and finally hanging uselessly at his side. "Ah, no, just, your hands are cold, is all."

"I have poor circulation, Father ties it to my lack of physical exertion but Mother attributes it to an old Vincent family malady, we're all slaves to our genetics in the end." Double-Dee smiled pleasantly at Kevin, totally nonplussed.

Kevin nodded and nodded and grunted something akin to "uh huh, uh huh" without truly understanding a single word he'd said. It would seem impossible but a quiet settled between the two while the impromptu concert dominated the soundwaves all around.

"You two are cute."

The pair jumped, Double-Dee letting out a small squeak and Kevin throwing his cap at the now glowing Nate laying luxuriously on the roof nearby.

"Don't do that!" Kevin shouted.

"Do what, lay on MY roof watching MY friends get… friendly?" Nate flung Kevin's cap back at him.

"Nathaniel, you startled me." Double-Dee tugged at the front of his shirt, airing himself out.

"I have that effect on people." He stood and walked over to Double-Dee, putting him in a very intimate hug, soaked in sweat and chemlight fluid, still dressed in only his boxer briefs. "You really outdid yourself with the light show, makes Eddy's promoter shtick almost tolerable."

Double-Dee, clearly dismayed by the physical contact and the unsanitary state of Nate, nodded and tried his best to escape the teen's embrace. "Y-y-yes, ah, Eddy can be rather overbearing where profits are involved, I hope you won't hold it against him."

"No, but I'm fine with this situation as far as holding things against other people goes."

"While I appreciate the levity you're approaching the situation with I think I should go and try to calm Eddy down, as well as check on Ed, he must be parched."

"Yeah, Nate, I think Double-Dweeb has better things to do than get dry humped by you." Kevin knew his hands were balled into fists but for the life of him he couldn't explain why.

Nate nodded and released Double-Dee with a cartoonish, meaty, sucking sound as they came unstuck from one another. "Very well, please see to the evening's festivities."

A loud thud and a sudden burst of shrieking feedback came from the stage, the lights all snapping back onto flood-mode. Dismayed boos and surprised shouts came from the sizeable crowd below. The trio looked out and saw that Ed had collapsed to the floor in an inhuman puddle of sweat.

"All Done!" Ed wheezed from his place on stage.

Eddy fought his way to the stage, pockets and a backpack bursting with bills. He climbed on stage and began trying to revive the larger Ed, using entreaties and threats in equal measure.

"Oh dear, Ed must be absolutely exhausted, curse my curiosity!" Double-Dee started as though to leave but paused and turned to look at Kevin, biting his lip.

Kevin was frozen to the spot, his knees locking up and leaving him vulnerable to a stiff breeze. Double-Dee approached and removed a sky-blue bandanna from his fanny pack, using it to lightly scrub at Kevin's palm, lifting some of the glowing fluid.

"There, see, nothing drastic, just a little elbow grease, which I'm sure you have no shortage of." Double-Dee squeezed Kevin's bicep, pausing in appreciation, then hurried off, bidding Nate a brief farewell in passing. Kevin noticed a large letter 'K' written on his back in chemlight fluid.

"I couldn't help myself, after your Saved By The Bell moment I had to."

Kevin, unable to respond, walked towards the edge of the roof, Nate standing beside him. "Nate… not a word."

"What about a tasteful nude drawing?"

Kevin put his hand to Nate's back and gave a firm shove, sending him flying out into the crowd. As Nate surfed the rowdy sea of teens and the Eds alternatingly argued and tended to their friend, Kevin looked at the unremarkable blue bandanna and felt the unfamiliar cool needles attack him all over.

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