#but i just chugged an energy drink and i'm pretty sure i could lift a car with my bare hands rn

[lovebugism]

trying desperately to get this eddie wip (*cough cough* tcar part 9) to 10k words by the end of the night heheh

[2sleepy4dis]

╰┈➤ ❝ Coffee Curious ❞

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° each era, each coffee... but warnings will only brings more curiosity to the heroes.

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° The Chain & Modern!Link

┊ ➶ ｡˚ °Request: The scenario I had in mind was pretty much anything with a teenager Link from a modern era. Something like Modern calling his caffeinated drinks “energy potions” and not letting the others try it because he thinks it’ll kill them. (I’m mentioning this for fun, but I bet Modern Ganondorf would be really cool as a “giant teddy bear” type of guy and not understand why the other Links are refusing to be his friends)

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It all started when Wind asked if he can have a sip of caffeine at Modern who denied his request.

At first everyone thought it would make sense. Wind was still a child afterall and whatever Modern mix in it could do no good for him.

That's until the cook asked if he could learn the recipe of his fellow hero but he too was denied.

"It's harmful for you... Might kill you, even!" The teen warned which by time they all took for a joke until the he just looked at them deadpan.

And that's how most of their curiosity to the mysterious drink began.

One day, Modern forgot his thermos in the inn as he went to buy supply with Legend and Time. It was Warrior who saw it first while organizing their stuffs and brought attention to Sky and Twilight.

"So, who's gonna try it first?" asked the captain but Sky was quick to step back.

"Nope! Not without his permission!"

Twilight nodded and added "Not even a sip. He told us many times it's not good for us."

"Hey, the guys came back! It's time for—" Four, who went to notice them, halted in the hallway the moment his head turned at the trio who seemed to have been caught in the middle of the gossip but the moment he noticed the container on the desk he sighed. "You all should just totally drop it," he said.

"We didn't do anything," Warrior lifted his hands in sign of defense to which Four chuckled and shook his head.

Walking toward the table, he grabbed the thermos and walked out of the room. "C'mon, you three. It's time for dinner!"

Meanwhile, Modern was in panic not being able to find his thermos in the bag to the point he stuck his whole head into it.

"Think he can fit his whole body in it?" Hyrule whispered. The cook and the vet snickered at his words while it didn't went unheard from the teen.

Defeated, he slumped on the table.

Wind tried to cheer him up, maybe they can buy another of that called thermos while Wild suggested to use a bottle as alternative in the meanwhile.

Legend of the other hand hissed and bit his lip at the possibility that it might have got stolen. To which he refrained to tell it to not cause commotion.

When Four and the others came, his cheery mood contrasted the tension, soon desolved when he shook the container that reached Modern's ears and shot up with glossy eyes. He chugged the content of the bottle until satisfied then thanked the smith.

"You're lucky I got it in time. Some curious would have gotten their hands on it," he stated making his way to take a seat.

Modern looked at the trio who stood still. Warrior was the first to defend that they didn't even touched it then joined the others on the table.

A moment later Time came in with a group busy to talk about caffeine. Asking Modern from time to time too and the variety of it in his world.

"I'm sure there's a caffeine similar in this era? A normal coffee could be bearable and a start without those ingredients you mix in it," Wild suggested earning a nod from others.

Modern, adamant, shook his head "Seriously, I don't think what I have here is bearable enough like the ones you have."

Time isn't really a fan of coffee but he knowing himself, this topic will last long like a snow near a fire if they get a taste of it.

Time put a hand on the teen's shoulder "There's a saying that for rock-headed, experience is the teacher," he said. "If our cook here can eat rocks, what is a roasted bean gonna do to him?"

It took a while until then teen yielded. He stood up and went to the innkeeper, they then disappeared inside the kitchen and after some time Modern came back with two trays with cups for everyone and a teapot emitting vapor.

Modern took the canister of coffee in his bag and in front of them prepared the blend. A two tea spoon, mixed it then served it in a cup enough for someone to enjoy the drink.

The black drink's aroma hit their nose without even bringing it near. Some inspected the drink while some added sugar. Meanwhile, Modern prepared a cup for himself.

"I warned you," was the last word from the teen while the chain proceeded to satiate their curiosity.

The moment the chain tasted it... well... it was a one colorful reactions.

Wind was quick. He drunk and spitted with spite the coffee back in the cup. Atleast he managed to not make a mess...

Twilight and Sky slightly jumped on his spot and put down the cup and Warrior even coughed.

Time didn't have much reaction but his face wrinkled that it looked like he aged twice than he have.

Legend and Four took a one big drink, regretting their action. While the former let out a long raspy revolting sound after gulping, Four was stuck between throwing up or gulping it but luckily, or unfortunately, had enough sheer will to bring it down.

"This is fucking beyond bitter!! What the fuck is this???" Legend yelled. Tried to. His voice was too raspy to be able to talk...

Meanwhile Hyrule seems to the least affected. He just looked at the drink weirded at its taste. He was so weirded that he tested it again.

Just as much, Wild's body trembled like struck by a lightning... He inspected the drink... then chugged the remaining brew and smacked his lips. "What the fuck??" Legend again at the sight.

"Hm, I think we could use during nightshift," the cook stated. "It can keep someone awake."

Legend let out another nauseated sound at the idea.

"Or splash it at a hoard of monsters! That would knock even lynel! Does your tastebud still exist, buddy??"

"Perfectly fine! Actually, I can't deny the fact that I'm able to taste different flavors in a food!" Modern shrugged carefree, sending Legend again to curse... this time in various language.

While the others tried to recover in way they can, Time silently contemplated and stared at the black liquid.

Perhaps... that Modern's Ganondorf wasn't so bad... for he was right indeed... His words ringed in his mind:

"Please, look out for him and try to..." the man briefly paused to show him the canister of coffee "...moderate his caffeine consumption."

In this is something they can agree on.

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┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° tags: @hugsandchaos

┊ ➶ ｡˚ ° lil note: owaaa, i written and re-written it lol. it's my first time writing a scenario... the draft is actually more longer lmao. so thanks for the request!

[makangerous]

Fukuya Rank 3 (Temperance Confidant)

You receive a text message from Fukuya.

Are you ready for the next time management class? I call this one "Summoning Your Strongest Skills for Self Sustainment". Basically, using your talents to do things efficiently and minimize your reliance on others. You'll be real interested in this one.

Call Fukuya over for tutoring. You meet him inside the cafe.

We'll start tonight's session here. It's critical to the lesson plan that I obtain a cup of coffee brewed by the proprietor of this establishment. It's not because I'm tired-- though I am. We're going to do a taste test. Excuse me? Can I get a cup of the house blend, please? And a cup of hot water on the side?

Fukuya carries both cups to a table, and you sit down together.

Mm… That man knows what he's doing when it comes to coffee. I'll have to stop by here for pleasure one of these days. I'm assuming you're a fan of it, too. Help yourself to mine if you want. After you drink your fill, try some of this.

He takes a small jar of dark brown granules from his pocket and shakes some into the hot water.

I created this instant coffee myself. One cup contains four times the amount of caffeine of a typical cup of coffee, without sacrificing the taste. It's nearly on par with what I just ordered.

>That's poison, isn't it?

What? Why would I poison you where there are witnesses? You've done nothing that deserves poisoning, either. Here, if it puts your mind at ease, let me drink some first. …Ah, the taste of my ability to sleep tonight evaporating. Delicious.

I'm not going to have you sit here and be skeptical any longer. Bottoms up, Emi.

He hands you the instant coffee, and you take a sip. This is… pretty good, actually! You feel your spirits lifting.

Well? Some color just came back to your face. It's good, isn't it?

You nod.

You see, both the owner of this cafe and I use our talents to make great coffee. He does it the proper way, carefully considering the beans, the roast, even the type of water used. Unlike mine, you can taste the love put into it. But doing all that is time consuming, though I'm sure he's gotten quick at it over the years. And the tangible benefit, the caffeine, isn't as potent as it could be. Me, I've always been an instant coffee guy. I don't have the patience for anything else. On the weekends, I whip up a cup while I mess around with my chemistry set. One day, about a year ago, I added one of the chemicals I was experimenting with to my drink. The coffee's effect immediately doubled! I've been tweaking the formula ever since. And that's how I put energy into something I like doing, and wind up with more energy for the things I hate doing.

>That's really cool!

The end result sure is. Some of the intermediate steps were… less than spectacular. The process went back and forth from being trivial to making me pull out my hair in frustration. But now I have another time-saving trick up my sleeve. God knows I need it.

I've concocted a few other time savers. Sometime, I'll have to show you my special laundry detergent. It seeks and destroys dirt and sweat so quickly, you have clean clothes in less than five minutes. But Fukuya, you're wondering. I'm not a chemistry buff. How can my talents save me time? Let me give you some examples. If you're good with your hands, you can craft lockpicks, and not have to waste time with things like finding keys or asking for permission to enter. Or if you read a lot of books, you collect lots of info that could help you later on, and your reading speed increases. Even something like writing or drawing does something similar to what my coffee does. It refocuses you so the mundane chores you have to do don't seem as daunting, and gives you motivation to finish them faster.

Writing… Wait. Shit! That essay on the Meiji era is due tomorrow morning, isn't it? Damn it, damn it, damn it! I'll have to cut our session short again. Give me the rest of the instant coffee. I'm going to have to chug it. Avert your eyes if you must. [glug glug] Ahh. If you see me pass out in history class right before the homework's collected, you'll know my mission failed. Later.

Late at night, your phone rings when you're alone in your room.

Emi, I'll be staying firmly in my seat tomorrow. Phew! I finished my essay. It's six pages of the same sentence reworded hundreds of different ways, but I doubt the teacher really reads our homework anyway. I realized I neglected to tell you something important. I'll gladly let you use some of my coffee or detergent, any night you feel like it. However, I can only bring you one at a time, and I have to watch you use it.

>Why?

Why the limitations, you mean? First off, I need to ensure I have enough stock for myself. I don't have the means to make very large batches. As for me needing to be there… These compounds are volatile. If you don't follow procedure exactly, the entire cafe could go bang. I'm sure your guardian wouldn't appreciate that.

I'm not sticking to my own teachings very well, am I? I get nothing out of coming over to your place and bringing you this stuff. In fact, it's a pain in the ass. But I guess I've taken some sort of liking to you. I see a lot of my former self in you, and I'd hate for it to be too late for you, too…

You don't need to know what I mean. Just manage your time well. I'll come up with something new to teach you once my brain's numbness from that horrible assignment wears off. Try not to let the anticipation kill you.

[boldlyanxious]

Mistaken Identity

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Just her luck that some asshole on the subway dumped his sticky energy drink all over her. It wasn't just wet. It was sticky and soaking through her shirt. Somehow he managed to pour it on her front and back.

He didn't even apologize. He just shoved past her and got off on the next stop.

It was only a few more stops until her stop. She checked her directions again before she climbed the stairs to get to the street. Maybe luck was on her side because there was a vendor right there with shirts for sale and a very inviting looking coffee shop. She bought a shirt and hoped the coffee shop had a decent bathroom for her to clean up in.

She laughed in the mirror at the shirt and artfully tied it so the ab muscles drawn onto the Superboy shirt for where hers were and it still showed off her dark skinny jeans. It was the best she could do to show off her designs on her outing since her blouse was not currently worth seeing. She hoped she could get the drink stain out later.

The barista did a double take when she ordered and looked a bit confused. She clearly wanted to say something but she took a breath and told Marinette the total. They didn't know her here so they wouldn't know that she frequently ordered drinks like that. She could probably chug it and then take a nap but she definitely needed it for the rest of today.

---

Roy was by the back of the counter throwing away his paper cup when he heard a name he knew coming from the baristas,

"If she weren't clearly a girl I would think it was Tim Drake. It's the exact same order too."

"He was here earlier today. He was wearing the same shirt."

"Maybe there is an evil plot in the city and he got turned into a girl."

"Stranger things have happened for sure."

Roy pulled out his phone and tried to text Tim. Girl Tim was on the phone and definitely not reading any messages. He snuck closer to hear the conversation.

"... Definitely got a look for ordering my regular coffee.

…

I've got a new look though. It is guaranteed to protect me from villains.

…

Okay. Well I have my coffee and I'm on my way. I'll see you there."

She hung up and grabbed the coffee. But Roy couldn't just let her leave. Tim needed help and the Bat family would want to know about this right away.

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Marinette walked down the street happy to have her coffee. It was exactly what she needed. She was already feeling better. She jumped back from the street when a car suddenly came right at her. So much for American traffic coming from the other direction. Luckily her coffee didn't spill.

"Hey, did you need anything?" the driver called out.

"I'm fine," she responded then muttered to herself, "You clearly need driving lessons."

She hoped he didn't hear her because he was suddenly getting out of the car. He was walking towards her and ask her alarm bells were going off in her head.

"Are you sure? We probably need to get you help."

Marinette looked around trying to make a plan. She looked one way and then took off running the other way. That didn't do enough to confuse his reflexes. He grabbed her quickly and closed her into the back seat of his car. She tried the handle and it was locked from the inside.

She had dropped her coffee and her purse before he pushed her back here. He had grabbed the purse off the ground before he got in and sped off but she didn't think she could reach it. He had a flashing light on the car so no one would question his erratic driving.

Maybe she had been confused with a criminal. She would just need to wait it out until she could explain who she was. Her stomach turned when he pulled off the street and into an underground parking area. He went all the way to the lowest level and to the back. There was only one other car and a door. No one was around.

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Roy didn't know what had happened to Tim but he seemed to have no memory of who he was. Jason had probably contacted the others by now and they could figure out how to help him. Although it would be easier if she weren't fighting while he was trying. He ended up pulling her out of the car by the leg and throwing her over his shoulder.

She was still yelling at him and hitting his back but no one was around to hear before he entered the code and went through the door. He didn't even bother with greeting Jason. He deposited Girl Tim into a safe room and closed the door. They had a 2 way mirror they could use and an intercom system.

By the time he was finished, Jason was already looking through the glass.

"Damn, Tim makes a hot girl. And loud." Jason said.

"Do we have any idea what might have happened?" Roy asked.

"Oracle is searching and the others are coming. I'll let her know about the loss of memory too. That could complicate things for anyone else affected. If people don't know anything happened we will have to rely on missing person reports."

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Marinette tried not to think of all the warnings she had gotten before moving here. They had been plentiful but she brushed them off. It couldn't be that bad. She knew people who had lived here for years and they said it was mostly over blown. But sure had been here under 3 days and had just been kidnapped in broad daylight.

She knew the guy had been acting weird. She should have run immediately. She should have stopped being polite and thrown her $12 coffee at his face before running away. She tried to be nice and it was going to get her killed.

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They all took turns looking through the glass at their friend/brother/son. But Girl Tim didn't know any of them. Oracle had confirmed that the coffee shop was the last place Tim's phone had been and Steph had seen him before he left wearing the same shirt. Roy told them about the phone conversation he has heard and it all fit.

Now they just had to figure out what had happened and how to reverse it.

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Eventually Marinette got tired of taking to the wall. Technically it was an intercom imbedded into the wall but it felt like it because they didn't seem to hear her at all. There were more of them now. She didn't know how many more but it had to be at least 4 separate people. She was pretty sure it was more than that though.

She didn't know what they could possibly want with her.

She flopped down onto the bed and covered her face with the, hopefully clean, pillow and screamed into it. It felt really good. It was exactly what she needed, aside from her coffee and freedom.

But apparently they choose that time to make a move. Hands were on her holding her and moving here. She saw a needle and she did everything she could to fight them. She definitely hit a couple of them but the needle still went into her arm.

She wasn't sure what they were expecting the result to be but she allowed herself to relax against the arms that still held her. One moved to lift her back in while the others filed out of the small room.

She waited until the doorway was clear before she moved. She jumped back up and hit his chin with her head. He was not dazed for nearly long enough but she ran for the door anyway. She was out of the room and halfway to the exit when he caught up with her and pinned her down.

It wouldn't have mattered anyway. Another man walked in right then.

"What is the deal with you all blowing up my phone? I'm trying to get some work done."

The room froze. They all just stared at him until the man pinning her down spoke.

"If you are there and perfectly fine. Then who is this?"

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[colemacgrathtkz]

Crashed Course

Previously. Next.

Disclaimer: Another long one but be warned.

[Six days after "Ah, memories", Blight manor]

As previously discussed, Luz held a sort of human crash course for her friends. Before they could meet her mother, she wanted to share as much about the human realm as possible. Willow, Gus, and Amity learned all they would. From currency to anime, most days, it seemed more like an excuse to hang out. Once, Willow and Gus couldn't appear. In light of this, Amity suggested holding the session at the manor. Luz didn't see anything wrong with that. Today's topic, the acceptable way to dance to "Bette Davis eyes". It was mostly her waving her arms in the air. However, her green haired host snatched her beanie during the lesson. Amity offered her a "teacher" a trade. They would take a break, in exchange for the cap. After agreeing, Blight etiquette called for getting the guest a drink. While she was away, Luz's "partner" had something to say.

Empress Luz: "Are sure about this? She turned on you in seconds."

Luz: "She was afraid of you and doesn't remember it. We're fine now. Besides, what kind of teacher would I be if I gave up on my student?"

Empress Luz: "Your first date ended with us erasing her memory. This is basically your second chance. Don't bring up any nasty memories."

 She tried to answer the voice in her head, but Amity walked in at that moment.

Amity: "Two glasses, just for us."

She sat down on the davenport(sofa), right besides Luz. 

Something to notice was the actual new haircut. Her Blight amor returned to style from day one. Short, but without the ponytail on top. Luz was stuck between her accomplice and her inamorata. She looked for anything to ease the tension. A quick observation might distract her "suspicious mind" 

Luz: "So, you got rid of all your plants. You and Willow have a fight, again?"

Amity: "You were tied to a chair, by Willow, with my house's greenery. I just figured you'd prefer not having anything to worry about in your class here. I don't want to trigger any nasty memories for my you. "

Empress Luz: "She knows! Check our drink!"

Luz: "What about that one?"

The moment Amity turned her head, Noceda slipped something into her own drink. After surviving on the streets and avoiding poisoning attempts on the Isles, she learned a thing or two about self preservation. She merely poured a harmless potion meant to detect any "unusual" ingredients. She kept some of her own concoction on her, at all times.

Amity: "That's a mirror. And that's you getting busted."

Busted.

Amity: "I promise, it's just sparkling apple blood. But if you don't want it, I could take it. I'll check it for poison or whatever you had in mind?"

The latina quickly swiped her glass back.

Luz: "It's OK! It's just this isn't what you usually do."

Amity: "Is that so bad?"

She scooched closer and placed on hand on Luz's. Almost startled by this, the human chugged her drink and tried to get some distance. Normally, this stuff wouldn't bother her. But she knew full well her "partner in crime" could switch gears with her, at any moment.

Luz: "Say, how bout I teach you, what makes a good anime opening? Guess class is still in session."

Both her hands were held in that moment and Amity brought her face up close and personal. This was, once again, a high class manor with just the two of them.

Amity: "Amity Blight? What do you think about that?"

Were her eyes always this big?

Luz: "Your name? What about it?"

Amity: "Do you like it?"

What was in that drink?!

Luz: "Sure, I like it. Listen, maybe you should..."

Amity: " What about 'Amity Noceda-Blight'? Do you like the sound of that?"

Luz felt her heart skip a beat. Which was funny, considering Amity's head was now buried in her chest. Things were baffling as they are.

Luz: "It's a little early to start talking about that, isn't it? I mean, we're still pretty young."

Amity: "You haven't thought about it?"

Luz: "...."

Amity: "I've thinking about what meeting your mom means. I'm amazed that you can be so open, at times. 'You done things I could never do.' And that was before all this... monster staff life. But you've really proven yourself. And I think the others will see that, too, someday. So, don't go lying to me now, ok?"

Luz: "I haven't lied to you, preciosa. You can breathe easy about that."

After heaving a sigh, Amity just let herself flop on top of Luz. She didn't lift her head up one bit. Being so... affectionate wasn't a usual habit of Amity's. And yet, there she was being oddly "cuddly". The human underneath only cared about one thing at that moment. Rubbing her girlfriend's back and hoping that moment wouldn't end.

It had been a while since she'd felt truly happy.

Unfortunately, Amity was sent flying by a shockwave of red energy. The manor's resident found herself pinned to the wall.

Empress Luz: "Luz Noceda, your lovesick otter pup. You can fool her, but not me!"

The Empress snatched control from Luz. Now, she could only watch.

Amity crushed something in her hand and smoke began to engulf the room. The black smoke screen disrupted her captor's concentration. Blinded by the haze, she focused on a new sensation on her hands. Something was beginning to grow on palms of her hands. A black orb engulf each finger until it looked like she had bowling balls for fists.

The Empress made a beeline for the door, from memory. She barged through and raced for the gates. But her escape was cut off by giant tree roots. While they rose from the ground, hooded interlopers surrounded their target. Agents kept running around her. Randomly changing directions and yet never crashing into each other. She tried counting but lost track at 28. Luz would take a few hits from ones that managed to get close. Most of them were just advanced illusions. However, she noticed the footprints in the dirt gave her an opportunity. Using her feet, she made makeshift glyphs. Ironically,a ring of fire gave her enough of breather to make a pillar of ice. The Empress used the pillar like an elevator. She immediately got to work on smashing her new "weights" against the icy floor. Just as they were about to crack, an abomination grabbed the one of her right hand. Amity's creation had hitched a ride up with her.

Empress Luz: "Let me go!"

She smashed her left restraint to pieces and wasted no time firing a fire blast. The abomination was destroyed. But the heat from the surrounding flames and her attack did her pillar in. It crumbled to pieces underneath her. She was sent tumbling down  to her waiting captors. As she tried to get up, two of them struck her just behind her knees. Sending her falling right on top of two well placed plant glyphs. The roots entangled her legs. Just as she was about to use her free hand, thick vines swirled completely around her left arm. They had her fingers immobilized. The greenery sprouted flowers and blew their petals in her face. That had to be Willow under that hood. Attempting to free her other arm, another abomination gripped her right arm. Blinded by the petals, she couldn't see something fly straight for her face. Whatever it was, it pinched her nose and held on for dear life. It wasn't hard to figure out what they had in mind. She tried to shake it, but to no avail. She was about as trapped as a human could be. Despite shaking her head violently, she felt some land right on head.

King: "Take this, I command as your ruler! The king of demons!"

Luz: "King?!"

She slipped up the moment she heard her boo boo buddy's voice. King dove his paw into her mouth with the payload. A small squishy like ball was introduced. He wrapped himself behind her head. He had to make sure she didn't spit it out.

After a few moments, she swallowed it. Right on cue, everyone let go and regrouped. Finally, she could see the hand of her former mentor scurrying away. But before she could do anything, the marble burst and released a orange vapor. Every one watched her cough some of it up. She smashed her last restraint and tried to tear the roots on her legs. Unfortunately, the potion finally kicked in. Her vision became blurry and her head fogged up.

Luz: "Oh, goodbye muscle control..."

She flopped face first into the dirt.

Everyone cautiously approached her. Amity was the first to reach her. She lifted her girlfriend's softly snoring head and put it on her lap.

Amity: "She's out cold."

As she wiped dirt off Noceda's face, the illusions were undone and everyone removed their hoods.

Eda, Lilith, Willow, Gus, Emira and Edric. King returned to Eda's side.

Eda: "Nice job, honor roll. It looks like we can work together."

Tonight was a tough mission. But they only wanted people who they trusted to bring in Luz alive. The most of the damage was kept to the front of the estate. The Blights agreed to be the ones who moved Luz to their secret base. Emira and Edric didn't want to clean up the mess in the yard. Eda collected some drool in a green bottle.

Things were finally setting into motion.

[Bonus]

[The 2 nights before, convention center]

Amity had received a request for a meeting. The catch was she come alone, without telling Luz. Under normal circumstances, she wouldn't have bothered with this. But recognized the handwriting. Eda, the owl lady, was finally making an appearance.

Eda: "Yo, class rep! It's been a while."

Amity: "Hi, it's nice to see you again. But why the secrecy? I thought you would have wanted to see Luz? Did you heal your curse, yet?"

Right then, Eda activated a plant glyph under the "New Coven" leader. As Amity struggled to get free, the owl lady poked and prodded the young witch's face.

Eda: "Sorry about that, kiddo. I had to be sure. I couldn't fall for the same trick, like the other twerps."

Unsure of what she meant, Amity simply gave her elder the floor.

Eda: "I can't stay for long, so I'll be quick. You and her other friends got caught in your little scheme. My former student messed with your memories. I know you wouldn't believe me without them. But my guess is she only left the good stuff. Hate to break it to you kid, but no relationship's a honeymoon forever."

Amity: "What are you talking about?"

A small blue vial was presented to her.

Eda: "Want to see if I'm right? A little something to turn you into a living lie detector. Just take some of this and look for a pulse."

An unconvinced look of a Blight might have reminded someone of old times.

Eda: "Come here, class act. There's something I want to show you."

Author's note:

This one reminds me of a certain movie fight.

I meant to upload this one, last week. Oops

[fvckvalenciano]

introducing benji !!

[ FROY GUTIERREZ // 20 // CIS MALE // HE/HIM // MUSE J ] can you believe BENJAMIN ‘BENJI’ VALENCIANO is apart of the stellar world tour? the industry has dubbed him THE CHARLATAN and he has quite the reputation. sources say he is [ ENGAGING ] and [ ASSERTIVE ], but can also be [ VINDICTIVE ] and [ QUICK-TEMPERED ]. however, he is best described by the song [ SUPER RICH KIDS ] by [ FRANK OCEAN ]. i can’t to see what the stellar world tour has in store for him.

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hi hi !! i'm sure you guys will recognize this as a reoccuring theme sooner rather than later, but i have absolutely no idea what i'm doing at any given moment, so i'm just gonna dive into a quick introduction to benji and hope for the best ! if you are interested in some slightly more organized thoughts i would recommend taking a look at his bio ( which i just fixed the link for because i'm dumb and it was broken this whole time haha, so let me know if there are any problems! ) & i hope you guys enjoy :)

okay so benjamin is born in greenwich, connnecticut, a town famous almost exclusively for housing some of the wealthiest families in america and not much else. his moms are both lawyers, cutthroat defense attorneys that pay for the family's summers in europe and vacation homes down south with somebody's elses blood money. he's an only child, and their scrutiny is merciless as it curates an envy for the anonymity of the shadows. their expectations pile too high in his throat, and he fears the day he chokes and lets them down, for it is inevietable. but he knows they'll do anything to get him across that finish line, walking across the stage at a prestigous law school he couldn’t care less about, which in an odd way is more terryifying than it is comforting.

music is not something that even crosses his mind until much later in life. it was never an option, still isn't, so he decides early that it is not worth the energy of entertaining, even as he finds peace only when the music is loud enough to drown out everything else. he is desperate to mold himself into somebody worth his mothers' undying affections, not just charades and party tricks. but they are patient with him nonetheless, smiles tight and forgiving through it all, and his stomach turns more often than not with the way pity flashes in a matching set of cool eyes, lightning-quick.

benji is created in just sixteen hours and thirty-seven minutes, an accident. it's a textbook definition of overnight fame, a shoddy youtube video gaining far more traction than it was ever meant to. he's nineteen and only in his second semester at college, and music was never the plan, but neither was law school, really. it's a headache, dizzying to imagine taking a life where he steps outside of his family's hold, and he is forced to make a real decision for the first time in his life. so he does.

in the same breath that he signs a contract with the label, they are prying his music from his fingers, the lyrics of missing a life that was never his to begin with are lifted away and delivered to somebody that looks more the part of soft and remoreseful. ( cue lincoln entering stage left, hello bb ) rather, he’s fitted with quick and aggressive lines, still technically his words but molded in a way that don’t fit right in his mouth. they tell him it fits his image better, and doesn’t he want to be famous? the worst part is that it works, his fans eat it up, and demand more, more, more. anger thrums beneath his skin, obvious even as he shoves it down like always, but any pr agent could spot it from a mile away, and they tell him to use that instead. he is familiar with the use of disguises, years of sneaking around in his own home make excellent practice, but it leaves a bad taste in his mouth all the same. nobody has ever allowed him the vice of anger before, though. he knows a lifeline when he sees one, and he runs with it. benji realizes all too late that this is not the freedom he thought he would be granted, realizes he should have known better, that he let himself get passed over from his mothers’ iron grasp to the label’s. he decides he prefers the way disappointing others lasts longer and feels better than chasing approval, and lets this time be different.

[ H E A D C A N O N S ]

( i know this is all dramatic backstory so far lmao, let me introduce you to who this dumb asshole really is )

more than anything else, benji is all bark with no bite. he’ll curse you out for accidentally waking him up at 7:30 instead of 8:00, and hold the grudge for hours with icy stares and glorified pouting, like he’s got a personal vendetta for making himself miserable. he’s often a bit standoffish, distant in the apathetic way that you could cry on his shoulder for hours and still not hear a word out of him, look over and he’ll offer a placating grin and a shrug. he tells the truth to a fault, blunt and unforgiving and too impatient to waste time playing games with lies and faux-affection. even with all his own bouts of irritability, the kid is an absolute idiot when it comes to reading people and understanding social cues and he’s often left blind-sided when people are pissed at him without explicitly spelling it out. still, he doesn’t hold any actual distaste for anybody on the tour, floating between groups based on whoever’s personality suits him better that day, unless they are the ones to escalate the matter, in which case, good luck charlie. forgive-and-forget isn’t really in his vocabulary. once he makes a decision, it’s near impossible to get him to change his mind.

when he wants to be, or if you’ve entertained his interests in one way or another, he warms up and and indulges you with his internal monologue ( your chances are better if there’s a camera around, he doesn’t often bother wasting the energy otherwise, but still ) actually, it is not as hard as it sounds to gain his favor. crack a dumb joke about pr or offer him half a snickers bar and you’ve already got a foot in the door, baby. he reveals his friendship in odd ways — sarcastic comments and random compliments, nonchalant and declared like fact rather than opinion.

the real shortcut into his brain is alcohol. flash forward to like 11pm on any given day and the asshole is chugging fireball like it’s the first sip of water he’s had after years of dehydration, suddenly all bright grins and loud laughs, eager to collect drinking buddies like playing cards. it’s a harsh juxtaposition, from brooding and fabricated to giggling and tipsy, and his tolerance isn’t nearly as high as he likes to pretend it is, so he’s drunk off his ass and acting a fool more often than not. he’ll trade secrets easily, charming and tongue loose in a way that it never is when he’s sober. ( don’t even get me started with the amount of people he hooks up with, oh boy ) drunk benji’s a real headache for the crew, considering he’s not of drinking age yet in america and he’s got a rigid mask to maintain in order to keep up his charades and remain relevant. he refuses to be ashamed of it, though, and he’s adamant to make things difficult for them, relishing instead in impulsive decisions he never got the chance to make for most of his life. long story short, in a pinch, buy him a handle and he’ll probably like you.

when i say benji will try anything once, i mean it seriously, offer him literally anything and odds are that he’ll say yes. it’s kind of ridiculous. his self-destructive streak is always up for a good time, wink wink ( this doesn’t just mean drugs or anything, like dare him to eat an entire jar of nutella in under 10 minutes? where’s the spoon )

unfortunately he’s a stereotypical rich kid through and through, and he’s got the nicotine addiction to show for it. he won’t even smoke cigarettes out of the principle of the thing ( unless he’s blackout drunk, in which case, oh boy, watch your pockets ) but he’s got at least two juuls on him at any given moment. nobody knows how he manages it, but he’s got an extensive supply of the mango flavored pods even though they’re banned, because they’re the only ones he’ll use. he’s got lots of connections, and the fact that he uses them for this pretty much sums up his entire personality.

you would think that benji, with his reformed rich kid attitude and all his burning anger and sarcastic eye-rolling, would only drink expensive coffee, black and strong, right? no. he’ll walk up to any barista, pissed just to be awake before noon and gaze as hard and cold as hell itself frozen over, and order himself a frozen caramel frappuccino with extra whipped cream and extra caramel drizzle on top, deadpan and monotone. to add insult to injury, he’ll chase it by shotgunning a can of redbull, living off of unhealthy amounts of caffeine to have enough energy to deal with the others at all times. it’s ridiculous.

he’s grudgingly okay with the fact that his social media accounts have been sacrificed for his image, wiped clean and shaped into the public figure he is today. however, he guards his spotify account with his life, keeping it private and refusing to monitor this aspect of his life. his music taste is everything to him, and while he’s willing to plaster songs he’s never listened to all over his instagram story, his spotify is an extension of him, and he fights like a dog to keep it that way.

last but not least, benji’s fashion is atrocious. really, for the greater good nobody should let him dress himself, ever, and they usually don’t. he’s got quite the bad reputation amongst the stylists, infamous for scowling at the high-fashion look they want to stuff him in, refusing to hear reason to the fact that he has to wear makeup to the red carpet. whenever he knows beyond a doubt that no cameras will be waved in front of his eyes, he practically lives in sweats like it’s his religion, paired with genuinely whichever shirt he first lays eyes on. ( listen, he grew up filthy rich and just bought his first pair of sweatpants when he went to college, let him indulge bb ) some members will swear up and down to the fact that they saw him walk around in mysteriously stained sweatpants and a stolen back-up dancer’s skin tight, hot pink mesh crop top for a full hour into rehearsal before he woke up enough to realize his mistake. he’ll bite your head off for even bringing it up, but glance down and double-check what he’s wearing just in case.

oh wait also he’s dyslexic. words blur together in a way that makes writing lyrics a bitch, and just one song take him weeks to finish. it makes the sting of having them ripped away even worse. ( also i get to spell things wrong in the group chat and it’s in character lmao )

[maychorian]

:O omg, for the whump bingo, maybe B5 or O5 (whichever helps you get bingo faster, if you're going for that!) with lance? your writing is superb and I'm a HUGE fan.

Whump bingo! Prompts are closed. With this fill, I’ve made a bingo, but I’m still gonna keep writing prompts. I find it relaxing, which I need right now. Here’s the post. Here’s my progress.

I’m a fan of yours, too! I already wrote an O5, so here’s B5.

The days since they’d recovered from the final battle for Earth had been hectic. The instant the Voltron paladins were out of the hospital, it seemed like, they had a full schedule of meetings and press conferences and photo shoots and strategy sessions. Everyone wanted to know everything about them, where they’d been, what they’d done, what it was like to be them. After being rebels against an inter-galactic evil empire for so long, it was disconcerting to be suddenly catapulted into fame. Yeah, they’d had a glimpse of that with the Voltron Show, but none that had felt real. It had all been through personas, propaganda. This was their true selves, on their home planet, where their lives had already been picked apart by the media and the public in countless ways.It was amazing. It was horrible, too. Exhausting. No one liked it, except Lance. Or so they all assumed. He always soaked up the attention, after all, always glad for a spotlight. Loverboy Lance was alive again, smiling for the cameras and blowing kisses to everyone who glanced at him for a moment.Hunk had noticed something new about his friend, though. Since they had the okay from the doctors to relax their diets from the strict nutritional plans they’d been on while they recovered, Lance had picked up a habit of drinking coffee and energy drinks. Not just a few times, either. Pretty much all day long. Every time they had a break, even for a few minutes between events, Lance had a cup or a can in his hand.

Lance had never been a coffee fan before they went to space. As his roommate at the Garrison, Hunk had never seen Lance indulging in such things, even in stressful times like finals week or the ends of long projects when many students started haunting the cafeteria for their caffeine fixes. Even Hunk would chug a Coke, overly sweet and sickly as it was, when he was desperate for a hit of energy to finish an essay or an engineering project. But Lance never did.Hunk asked him why, once, and he just shrugged and smiled. “I have enough energy of my own.” Later, when they were better friends, he’d admitted to Hunk that caffeine didn’t mix well with his slight ADHD. Tended to make everything worse, more jittery.

So why was he so gungho on the stuff now? Had space really changed him that much? Lance had said once that the healing pods, or maybe something about the food in the Castle of Lions, seemed to regulate his ADHD enough that it didn’t bother him. But it couldn’t have cured it, could it have?Hunk wanted to ask, but they were always too busy. Too many people around, handlers and press agents and liaisons from the Garrison. He didn’t want to call Lance out in front of strangers, maybe embarrass him or hurt him.Finally, on the third night of their goodwill tour around Europe, Lance and Hunk were assigned to sleep in the same hotel room. It was a pretty comfortable room, even though most of the city was still in reconstruction from the battles. Nothing was too good for defenders of the universe. They went through their evening routine together, and Hunk was shocked to see that Lance was clutching an energy drink yet again. Right before bed.“What the hell?” he blurted before he thought better.Lance blinked and looked up at him, fingers unconsciously tightening around the can. “What?”Hunk nodded toward the drink. “That. Why are you drinking that? We’re about to go to bed.”Lance blinked again, very slowly. The bags under his eyes were sharply evident. “Umm…” He lifted his hand and stared at it as if he’d forgotten what he was holding. “This? I like it. That’s why I’m drinking it.”“But you’re not gonna be able to sleep.” Hunk moved a few steps closer and gently placed his hand around the can under Lance’s hand. He gave it a tug, not surprised when Lance’s grip didn’t loosen. “Come on, dude, put it down. You need to get your rest.”Lance stared at him blankly, then silently relinquished the can. Hunk turned away and dumped it down the sink, frowning at the neon yellow liquid as it splashed against the porcelain. He tossed the can in the trash.When he turned back, Lance was still staring. He seemed distant, almost numb, but Hunk saw the shake in his fingers. He frowned as his own weariness tugged on him like pressure in the back of his head, making him want to sway and collapse. But he couldn’t sleep yet. This needed to be dealt with first.He took Lance by the hand and led him out of the bathroom to the beds. They had two of them, double queens instead of a single king. It was nice, but Hunk kinda of thought that maybe Lance needed to have someone next to him tonight.He set him down, and Lance went where Hunk put him, pliable as a sleepy child. Hunk sat next to him and looked him in the face. He was careful to put on his most sympathetic and patient expression, though he kind of wanted to shake Lance by the shoulders until he told him what was wrong.“What’s going on, buddy?”Lance’s eyes fluttered, and seemed to focus on Hunk for the first time since he first took the can from him. Immediately that charm flashed out, the showman, a sideways smile, a glint in his eye. “Hey, I’m fine, man. Always. You know me.”Hunk wasn’t buying. “No. Telling me the truth. Why are trying to avoid sleeping?”As soon as the words left his mouth, he knew it was the truth. Lance was avoiding sleep, had been ever since they left the Garrison hospital. Maybe it had started as one-time thing, but it had escalated to the point that he needed caffeine to function.Lance acted offended, but Hunk knew it was an act. “Hey, I sleep. Of course I sleep. I’m not stupid.”Hunk refused to be distracted. “Well, how much are you sleeping, then?”Lance looked away. “Enough.”“Even with all the energy drinks?”Lance shrugged. Hunk knew he was getting close. He scooted a little closer on the bed.His voice lowered. “Are you having bad dreams?”Lance sighed. His head dropped. “The first night,” he muttered.“The first night you decided not to sleep?”Lance nodded, then raised his head and looked him in the face. The bags under his eyes seemed to have gotten even deeper in the last few minutes. “Did you know I almost died?”Hunk winced. “We all almost died.”Lance shook his head. “Before that. We never really got a chance to talk about everything that happened, but… When I was trying to call Red. I thought he wasn’t gonna come. And Veronica and I got attacked, and the jeep flipped over, and I got thrown out into the desert, and I thought she was dead, and the Galra fighter was coming, and Red wasn’t there…”“Oh, buddy.” Hunk couldn’t be still any longer. He leaned forward and threw his arms around Lance in a big hug.Lance sagged into him. He seemed relieved, like he’d been wanting this but was afraid to ask. Hunk’s heart ached.“It’s stupid,” Lance muttered. “We’ve all had close calls. I fought. I really did. But in the end I closed my eyes, waiting for the blast to hit me, and all I could think was that it was my fault. It was my fault Veronica was dead, it was my fault I was about to die, because my bond with Red wasn’t strong enough for me to call him.”“But you did call him,” Hunk said fiercely. “You did. He came.”“Yeah.” Lance chuckled. It was not a happy sound. “Last-minute save. Kind of Red’s thing. I sure it would have been really cool and dramatic if I’d seen it in a movie or something. But in real life, it was awful and terrifying and I never want to go through something like that again.”Hunk wanted to say, “I keep telling you guys that adventures aren’t fun.” He said nothing, just held him tighter.Lance let his head loll on Hunk’s shoulder. “So yeah. I had a nightmare. It wasn’t really…clear. Not like a flashback or anything. Just some scattered images and really strong emotions. But you know how sometimes after a dream that’s really strong, you wake up and you still feel that feeling, and you can’t make it go away even though it doesn’t make sense and there’s nothing to be scared of?”Hunk nodded. Of course he knew. “And I didn’t want to go back to sleep, and it was kind of morning anyway, so I got some coffee. And then I just kept doing it, and now it’s kind of a bad habit, I know that, but I… I don’t want to have that dream again, Hunk. I don’t want to feel that kind of guilt and despair ever again.”Hunk’s chest hurt. He didn’t know how to fix this. He couldn’t tell Lance that he would never have that dream again. He couldn’t reach inside his mind and pull those images out. He couldn’t even convince Lance that he was amazing and awesome and had nothing to feel insecure about–he had tried in the past, and it never seemed to get through. Lance’s feelings about himself were just too strong, built up over too many years. Hunk had thought he’d been getting better lately. He’d seemed more confident, more assured of his place on the team. Hunk was saddened, but not surprised, to learn that it wasn’t all resolved, after all.“This is a problem,” he said gently to the mop of hair resting on his shoulder. “You can’t keep doing this.”Lance nodded wearily. “I know. It was a temporary fix. I always knew it was nothing more than a temporary fix. I’m kind of relieved you stopped me, actually.”Hunk swallowed. “I’m glad I did. What else can I do? Do you have any ideas?”Lance shook his head slowly. “Sorry, I… My brain is kaput right now.”Hunk hummed and gently shoved Lance back so he could see his face. Lance stared at him, slumping on the bed. His hands were still shaking.“We’ll think about it,” Hunk said more confidently than he felt. “You and I, we’re gonna think about it, and we’re gonna come up with ideas, and we’re gonna figure out how to deal with it. Maybe not tonight, though. We need to get some rest, and tomorrow we’ll take this to the team. They need to know what’s going on, too.”Lance shifted uncomfortably, a flush rising in his cheeks, but he nodded. Hunk rubbed his shoulder, up and down. “For tonight… Are you gonna be able to sleep at all? How much caffeine did you drink today?”Lance shrugged.Hunk climbed to his feet and offered a hand. Lance took it and let Hunk pull him to his feet, though his eyebrows rose in question.Hunk put his arm around his shoulders and led him toward the door. “Come on. Let’s go for a walk. We can look at all the construction sites in the area, all the big equipment and piles of supplies and buildings covered with tarps. The cool air will clear our heads, and hopefully the exercise will tire you out. Then, when we get back here…”Lance looked at him hopefully, like he expected Hunk to have all the answers now. Hunk gave him a smile, sympathetic and a little sad. He didn’t have an answer, not really. All he could offer was his presence.“You won’t be alone. If the nightmare comes again, that will suck, but you won’t be alone. I’m gonna be here. It’s a start, right?”Lance smiled, soft and easy. “Yeah.” His voice was breathless, but somehow pleased. “Thanks, Hunk. You… You’re a lifesaver.”“That’s my job.”And it always would be.