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whiver-wyverncat · 1 year ago

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After a long time of hunting and fighting… the Jester, the leader of Diabo Lepos, the biggest crime syndicate in the city, had finally been apprehended.

No more will he cause absolute chaos on the city with his powers of… creating chaos (Yes his powers were that simple).

Without him the 4 suits will drift apart and dissolve into nothing, not being able to hold together without their joker…

At least that’s what the heroes thought…

The Diamonds still stole many highly expensive items and money

The Spades still lurked in the night, killing whoever they were tasked to kill

The Hearts were still spying on them and blackmailing people to keep information a secret.

The Clubs were still selling illegal drugs and items

Nothing seemed to change

The heroes are wondering if the organizations were so loyal to the original leader, that they stayed together to remember him…

However, what they forgot is that there are two jokers in a deck of cards…

And the “right had man” of the Jester, who only occasionally showed up once in a blue moon, never was caught.

Sitting at his desk, Jack Elope Rabbit watched the news as the reporter kept asking question and making theories on what was happening, laughing at himself as he watched.

Sure, Jester was the one who started the organization, but he was the one who ultimately MADE the empire. Jester wouldn’t of been this big without his lucky rabbit… nor would he been getting out.

Jack Rabbit had been thinking he was starting to get a bit too big on the whole “owning an evil organization” bit, and had been thinking of overthrowing him in the first place, he had been lucky that the hero’s took care of the problem for him.

But then again, he didn’t expect anything less of an outcome, luck was on his side after all.

Right now though, he needs to find someone to replace him as a joker, after all, while he was pretty bad on the business end, his powers did make it so that dealing with the Diabo Lepos was… undesirable at best, he is going to have to find a new villain to fill his position.

Fortunately a knock came at the door and Doppel, the Ace of Hearts came in with the records on villains he asked for, lucky him.

He started to sift through the files of the many villains who weren’t in the Diabo Lepos to find a good candidate.

He looked at the files for Nightmare with slight hope, but he discarded it quickly afterwards, Nightmare might of been new as a villain, but she wasn’t in working with villains, mainly to give them much needed therapy, and he did not want to pay that wolf for anything else, her sessions were already so expensive.

Besides, she already refused to join so many times and decided to stay in her own “friend group” of villains, so she was out of her question. Same goes with Min Mek, Lollipop64, Berserker, Tempest, and The Secretary who are all in that friend group, but show so much promise in being villains, even if it was slightly waisted in his opinion.

With those six out however, that didn’t leave too much promise for villain’s running rouge, most of them weren’t the best and ended up being pretty weak or failures, so there weren’t many options at first glance, but he kept looking to see if he could find some sort of diamond in the rough…

And sure enough, he found one.

Miss Fortune, a villain who is laughable bad at being one, seemed to catch his attention. She was famous for never EVER succeeding in committing a crime, every single time she tried, she would always mess up and fail in some way.

There was one thing that was also overlooked in her however, which is while she always messed up… she always ended up getting away in the end.

And there seems to be a reasonable explanation for that…

According to his sources, Miss Fortunes powers where the opposite of his, which while he had a ton of luck which he could share with another person, she could infect others with bad luck causing everything to go wrong.

The only reason she always failed is because Miss Fortune, unlike him, had no way of focusing her powers or turning them off. At most she can mute them so only she can have a “small” amount of bad luck, but otherwise she is permanently stuck with it. It is the main reason she turned to crime in the first place, because her bad luck would always make it so she lost her previous job in some way…

Jack Rabbit smiled, most would call him crazy in saying this, but Miss Fortune was the best candidate in becoming the new Joker. She had a power that will make taking her down hard, is an underdog so no one would expect her to become good at anything, and is desperate to get a stable life. He could even use her in his Casino business as a cover for her.

The constant amount of bad luck she has is a problem, but it can be countered with a little luck boost from him. Now all he has to do is find her.

That shouldn’t be a problem though, despite her being about to be kicked out due to how much her rent is due, he does have her address, with any luck, he should be able to find her…

And Jack Rabbit is a very lucky bunny

You are the villain’s right hand man and you are the true power behind their criminal empire. The villain would never have achieved their status as a super villain without you, so when the hero finally arrested the villain, nothing actually changed.

#writing prompts #superhero prompts #writers on tumblr

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peachsukii · 8 months ago

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𝔥𝔬𝔩𝔩𝔬𝔴 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔪𝔞𝔰𝔱𝔢𝔯 𝔩𝔦𝔰𝔱

『 ♡ pro-hero fem!reader x pro-hero bakugo; pro-heroes au | friends to lovers 』

#✩.hollowheart status: on-going rating: mature (16+) ao3 version | wc as of ch.6: ~33.4k

꒰ summary ꒱ the dynamic duo of dynamight and deku are unstoppable, climbing the hero charts like they always dreamed of as kids. their journeys were tough, but offered them the world - fame, fortune, protection of their family and friends, a comfortable hero life. the recent increase in crime around tokyo kept their entire sector busy, sending heroes out non-stop, desperate to keep the statistics as low as possible to maintain a clean reputation. when a nearby sector is requesting assistance, the boys are tasked with a mission to inspect a villain's lair in a deserted area outside of the city. reports have noted people going missing, specifically with rare quirks. with plenty of other heroes being unavailable, you're chosen to tag along with the duo for the night operation. everything is going according to plan until the villain lands a surprise attack, resulting in the your kidnapping and whisking you away through a mysterious portal. it's been a month since your disappearance with no help of the hero agency. bakugo and midoriya take it into their own hands and are determined to get you back - no matter how long or what it takes.

꒰ tags & warnings ꒱ mentions of blood/violence, eventual & mild smut, kidnapping/abduction, experimentation, physical & psychological torture, PTSD, implied/referenced self harm, cursing, talks of trauma | angst with happy ending, emotional hurt/comfort, regret, mutual pining, friends to lovers, insomnia, eventual romance

꒰ chapter index ꒱

Chapter 1 | Hurricane [5.0k] ⇢ prepare for the heartbreaking journey of bakugo battling with his feelings when it's too late...or is it?

Chapter 2 | The Ghost of You [4.7k] ⇢ a month’s time has passed since your abduction and the boys have not given up on finding you by any means necessary. between late night phone calls, midnight confessions, and endless breakdowns, they’re struggling to go on with life as usual like everyone assumes they should. bakugo in particular is struggling with your absence, cursing how he wasn’t strong enough to save you and locking himself away. midoriya has opted for the opposite, spending multiple sleepless nights searching for you on his own.

Chapter 3 | Choke [3.9k] ⇢ you have zero clue where you are after your abduction. white walls, medical instruments, the smell of rust, and hazy memories are all that keep you company during your time in the mystery lab. the horrors that lurk between these steel walls are going to give you nightmares for an eternity. all you can think about is getting home to your best friends and family, back to the life you sorely missed.

Chapter 4 | The Grey [6.7k] ⇢ a glimpse of hope appears out of nowhere, giving bakugo and midoriya the lead they needed to pursue your location. it proves to be much more difficult than they imagine, so they call upon some friends for a search party.

Chapter 5 | The Good Left Undone [4.7k] ⇢ the compound is in disarray as the scientist behind the whole operation injects her own serum to fight bakugo and midoriya, granting her a mysterious mishmash of quirks temporarily. Still reeling from the effects of the quirk suppressant mixed with the overdrive drug, you're left powerless - a statue forced to watch your beloved friends fight for your safety. they need to keep her busy until the agency's forces and cops arrive on the scene…but how long will that take? Chapter 6 | Tourniquet [8.1k] ⇢ devastating news is dropped in your lap about your future career as a pro hero. A few days in the hospital leaves you listless about life in general before being sent back home to reality. even though your environment hasn't changed, your world has been rocked and coming back down to earth feels impossible. thankfully, Bakugo's more than patient with you and willing to walk you back into normalcy, one day at a time. Chapter 7 | There is Fear in Letting Go

꒰ info ꒱

✧ All Class 1A characters are 22/23 years old and pro heroes; Dynamight is 4th, Deku is 5th and Reader is 37th ✧ Reader is female with she/her pronouns ✧ Reader has an energy manipulation quirk ✧ Reader's hero type is "The Kinetic Hero" (i.e. - "Explosion Hero," "Gravity Hero," etc.) ✧ Bakugo's "nickname" for reader is Lite-Brite (a pun on her quirk)

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angelbroad · 2 years ago

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Crime City Nightmare Agoros

"My mind is a hive of Madness, the Old Ones speaking through it."

Special Interactions:

Ccn!Gwen: Encounter: Ah! Miss Gwen, fancy seeing you out and about. Kill: Oh...Boss'll kill me for this one.

Debonair!Viego: Encounter: Good Day Boss, how can I be of service? Kill: This...wasn't supposed to happen.

Mafia!Jinx: Encounter: Full of energy, and oh so annoying. Kill: Finally! Now I don't have to worry about property damage!

Mafia!Braum: Encounter: How are the poros? Not that I care! Kill: You will be missed, big guy.

Mafia!Miss Fortune: Encounter: I may have worked for you once Fortune, but now we got a new gig. Kill: Died as you lived, Sarah.

Debonair!Master Yi: Encounter: Have I seen you before? Kill: Sorry, what was his name again?

Debonair!Malzahar: Encounter: We know where you came from, Malz. And I know what you are. Kill: Your mind still rings strong in the air.

Ccn!Hecarim: Encounter: Hecarim. Are we here to spar? Kill: Are we still going out tonight?

Debonair!Zed: Encounter: What is this? Have I...No, we, felt this before? Kill: A bundle of cosmic horror, perished in our hands.

Debonair!Swain: Encounter: I don't really like birds, y'know. Kill: May your corvids miss you, Swain.

Debonair!Leona: Encounter: Am I dumb enough to mess with a Solari? No, but WE are! Kill: Thought it would be harder.

Ccn!Thresh: Encounter: Warden, release me. That is a warning Kill: We are not bound by chains, Grael

Debonair!Brand: Encounter:.....Is his head on fire? Kill: You burned my only descent suit.

Ccn!TF: Encounter: I would feel angry at you for what you did to me, but I am beyond thankfull. Kill: Sorry.

Debonair!LeBlanc: Encounter: Where are you? Everywhere at once? Kill: Did I get the real one?

Mafia!Graves: Encounter: How's the family Malcolm? Kill: He is gonna be pissed, huh? *squealing noises*

Ccn!Akali: Encounter: Should we do this? Again? Kill: Welp, here goes another one.

Ccn!Darius: Encounter: Darius! Let's go back to the good ol' times! Kill: This...was not it..

Debonair!Draven: Encounter: Nice look but...do I know you? Kill: I like your brother more.

Edit: Changed some interractions a bit and replaced Diana with Thresh

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livelysonletour · 2 years ago

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Our first few days in Paris

There’s still more to write about the tour (Stages 19 and 21!), but since Garrett is writing those posts I figured I would write about our time in Paris so far.

On Saturday, we arrived in Paris midday by train and arrived at our uber fancy hotel, only to find out that we couldn’t check in yet. We went in search of food and found a Korean restaurant about two blocks from our hotel. Most of you probably don’t know this, but in the states we have Korean for dinner almost weekly on Mondays. I also realized we haven’t had any spicy food since we arrived in Europe, which might be the longest we’ve gone without spicy food in the entire time we’ve known each other. Anyways, here’s Garrett at my favorite Korean restaurant in Paris!

After we came back from lunch, we checked in and quickly got ready for our dinner cruise on the Seine. Without a hair straightener my blow dry skills have really improved. A life skill I truly needed. For dinner, we were lucky with our table mates (just as I planned it) with Kevin and Rebecca and Jay and Cheryl. Jay and Cheryl are from Kansas City and have a daughter close in age to Garrett and I who is planning her wedding. We had the good fortune of sitting at the end closest to the window, which actually turned out to be a misfortune as we were sitting directly in the sun, both blinded and sweating our way through dinner. Oh and Garrett would want me to add that he was filled with glee at my double take of the mini Statue of Liberty clearly flabbergasted to see it outside of the US.

(Sunday was the final stage of the Tour de France, and Garrett will cover that piece. It was AMAZING, I can’t wait for us to share it with you!)

On Monday, it was time to check out of our fancy hotel. But first we had breakfast with our group and got to say goodbye to almost everyone. We did some packing and then trekked off to the Arc de Triomphe to kill time before we could check into our Airbnb. Since we’ll be here for almost five days, we got unlimited metro cards that required our photos. (No name or other personal information.. only our photo.) I took mine first and then waited for Garrett to take his. When the machine spit it out, I yelped in horror at his photo. My first comments were “Garrett they aren’t going to let you on the metro with this photo!!” And “if you commit a crime this is definitely the photo that will be used with the news story.” According to Garrett he looks like this because the screen said don’t smile, to which I replied, but why did you frown!? Apologies in advance to anyone who gets nightmares…

Also, how about a fun creative writing exercise. What headline do you think would accompany Garrett’s photo? Write it in the comments!

We did make it to the Arc de Triomphe, after many many stairs (my nemesis), for 360 views of Paris. It’s really hard to believe that just yesterday this was completely shut down for the race, as the cyclists circled the Arc eight times.

I’ve had a tour hangover all day. I miss traveling with our big group and our fantastic tour guides. Maybe I also miss being told what to do and just showing up. Luckily, we’re getting together with a few people from our group tomorrow for a walking tour of Paris.

We ate at the Korean place one more time before taking a taxi over to our Airbnb. After a quick tour of the place, we fell asleep for about 3 hours. Hopefully we can fit in everything else we want to do in the next three days!

- Cat

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rokhal · 3 years ago

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I wanted to like Avengers Forever.

OK real talk: my desire to enjoy new Robbie content was fighting CLAWS TO JUGULAR against my hatred for anything Jason Aaron scrawls on a dozen post-it notes and mails to the artists a week past the deadline, and unfortunately for all Robbie fans, Jason Aaron continues to earn my scorn.

Avengers Forever follows Robbie Reyes and a new Deathlok on a multiversal adventure of vengeance and liberation. We meet exciting new characters like a Tony Stark who dove into miniaturization and insect pheremones instead of arc reactor technology, a Ben Grim who is imbued with the powers of the Infinity Stones, Red Skull with a Klyntar, Green Goblin who hunts Ghost Riders with the powers of Vengeance, inhabiting a desertified hell-world of autocratically-ruled walled cities and endless wastelands patrolled by robot cops and...crematory trains.

Yep. Crematory trains. Red Skull is a Nazi, and Nazis do that.

Let’s put aside the question of “is it perhaps in poor taste to explore a Mad Max version of the Holocaust that elides the antisemitism, racism, and homophobia that was central to the historical event and substitutes a more omnicidal political platform,” and instead ask the question, “what would it take to do Holocaust: Mad Max AU well?” To do it well, we would see heroes reacting with grief and horror to mass murder on an industrial scale, heroes bringing their wish-fulfillment might to the aid of those who in the historical context would have died, survivors struggling with their own grief and material needs in the aftermath of their rescue, and justice served against villains who represent those who may have escaped justice in reality. The writer must explore the logistics of liberating a train that is literally packed full of people, the dilemma of uncertain legal justice versus certain private revenge, the haze of plausible deniability maintained by those privileged enough to not be targets of the murderous regime, the suicidal sabotage efforts of slave laborers. Fortunately for the aspiring comics writer, there is a wealth of documentation about this historical event, and any hypothetical question that might be imagined can usually be answered by Wikipedia. Or the Holocaust Museum.

Back to Avengers Forever. Issue 1: Robbie demolishes dozens of robot cops and several murder-trains. Issue 2: Robbie is in prison being tortured by Red Skull. Issue 3: Robbie is broken out of prison by Ant Man Tony Stark and his band of plucky resistance fighters. Issue 4: Just when all seems to be lost, demigoddesses from another dimension arrive to plug a hole in space-time, and then they all go liberate Hell-World from Red Skull’s machines. Off-panel.

Somebody please mail this man a pipe bomb.

What’s missing here, you might ask, assuming that I am over-simplifying my summary. Surely there are “undesirables” rescued from their death sentence and now coming to terms with the prospect of survival, the ruin of the world, the fact that everyone they had ever known before their capture is dead, and that there are cities where people who could have looked them in the eye in another political system were living happy and ignorant at their expense. Surely there are families counting their dead. Surely there are miracles, rare bonds being reunited. Surely there is the logistical nightmare of providing food, water, and housing for an entire train of people that had carried no provisions whatsoever because everyone in it was intended to be murdered. Surely there are orphans, widows, bereaved parents longing for revenge. The human aftermath of this crime. We know what it looks like because it’s in thousands of history books and memories.

Nope!

We meet exactly zero people that our heroes supposedly save.

This is basic shit. I can’t believe this lazy motherfucker still has a job.

#jason aaron #jason aaron sucks #my meta #meta #avengers forever

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slunatic · 4 years ago

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My KiGo stuff

The fandom where I got my start. Here’s a list of my KiGo works with summaries. Goes from newest to oldest. *Note, these are not all of my Kim Possible works, just the ones with KiGo.

1. Build it Up: Pariah series finale. Shego and Tatsu search for a way to occupy their time while their girlfriends are busy with school. They end up going into business together to build a better future for themselves. (Pariah is a 10 part series).

2. Written on the Ten: Kim and Shego are trying to figure out how to spend their anniversary. They're open to advice and they reminisce a little to figure it out. One shot. KiGo. No real plot. Just sort of fluff.

3. Going with a Smile: Short sequel to One in a Billion. Take a trip back into the Walking the Line universe to see how Kim and Shego's children are faring as Todd moves out and gets closer to Mayah Director. Also watch as Jayden goes to talk to Bokuden Stoppable and meets his aunt, Hana. There's trouble to be had by all, of course. (Part five of the Walking the Line saga).

4. Humanities and Sciences: BoKiGo. Sequel to In the Middle! Come see how Bonnie, Kim, and Shego live their lives, live together, and try to work a relationship between the three of them. A series of one-shots... kinda.

5. Era of the Warring States: In a world without Kim Possible, war between Shego and SSJ has destroyed the land and the people. 20 years later Kim reappears and finds a world she doesn't recognize. A world that she may not be able to save. She may not even be able to save herself. This story is based on a series of “What If” pictures by the very talented artist, YogurthFrost.

6. Bubblegum Flavored: KP fusion with the anime Bubblegum Crisis 2040. When Kim moves to Mega Go City, she joins the Knight Sabers to fight against berserker Bebes while something darker involving Gemini and Drakken seems to be going on. Eventually KiGo, BetViv, and TaraFelix.

7. Family Gathering: Pariah Universe. Set after "Re-education of Jocelyn Possible." The Possibles get together to celebrate Christmas in Middleton with their loved ones. The Possible family seems to grow during this holiday when a few new guests show up. KiGo. Series Part 9 of Pariah.

8. For Fame, Fortune, and Freedom: AU. After being accused of a crime that she didn't commit, Kim becomes an outlaw to avoid being executed. Join Kim on an adventure as she learns how to be a pirate and eventually becomes the captain of a pirate ship. KiGo, BetViv, BoNique, and RonYori.

9. Blood Out: For the Halloween spirit. Sequel to Blood In. Kim and Shego find that they haven't moved past Shego's fears of Kim leaving and she is pushing Kim away, but they don't know why. What will they do? And just who is Carmilla? Come find out. KiGo. Series Part 4 of Vampire Kimmie.

10. In the Middle: KiBo. KiGo. BoKiGo. Shego wants Kim. Bonnie wants Kim. Kim wants them both. Who's going to have her way? Probably Kim because she can do anything. Series Part 1 of In the Middle.

11. The Re-education of Joss Possible: Sequel to Cryptic...kind of. Latest in the Pariah universe. Joss comes to stay with Trin and Kim for the summer. The sisters try to connect with Joss, who is a little difficult about things. Can Joss learn to get along with her cousins? Series Part 8 of Pariah.

12. Blood In: For the Halloween spirit. Sequel to "New Life." Kim and Shego are still haunted by demons of their past, even though they are free. Is Shego in jeopardy of losing Kim after everything they've gone through? KiGo. Series Part 3 of Vampire Kimmie.

13. Change Your Mind: Oneshot. Shego remained Miss Go and started a relationship with Kim that doesn't seem to be working out. Is it her or is it Kim? KiGo.

14. Be Careful What You Do: Kim attends an important party where a pretty redhead hits on her at the end of the night. This is a night that could cost Kim her reputation and so much more. KiGo.

15. New Life: The sequel to New Blood, for the Halloween spirit. The quest for the cure continues with Kim still being a vampire. She and Shego are still under the thumb of GJ. Will they get away? Will Kim be cured? KiGo. Series Part 2 of Vampire Kimmie.

16. One in a Billion: AU. Sequel to The Gods Must Be Laughing. Shego and Kim are now trying to be a regular couple and do the things that they see their friends doing, like get married and have kids. Series Part 4 of Walking the Line saga.

17. Underdogs: Sequel to Cryptic, sort of. Set in the Pariah universe. The past comes back to bite Trin and Shin in the butt. Kim finds herself affected by the problem too and Shego's along for the ride as usual. Drakken's back. Series Part 7 of Pariah.

18. Dirty Little Secrets: Everyone has secrets. Some deeper than others. Come take a sneak peek at some secrets. Various pairings. Series of one shots, some of which contain romance. (Only the first chapter of this is KiGo).

19. Honor Bound: AU. Set in Japan during the Tokugawa era. Director Betty recruits samurai Kim and ninja Yori for a job to find out about a plot to overthrow the government. The job: go undercover as geisha. Kigo. RonYori.

20. Black Hole Philosophy: An AU of my Pariahverse. Pretty much, the pairings have been reversed and Shin has a girlfriend. By the end of it, things should be in their proper order. Can it be done? Series Part 6 of Pariah.

21. New Blood: For the Halloween spirit. Kim and Ron go looking for missing persons, only for Kim to become one. Is it really because of a vampire? The story will be Kigoish. Series Part 1 of Vampire Kimmie.

22. The Gods Must Be Laughing: AU. The sequel to On a Short Leash. Shego and Kim continue their odd relationship. Still a weird sort of Kigo. Series Part 3 of Walking the Line saga.

23. Night Terrors: Set in the Pariah universe. When Kim makes cupcakes, it brings the crew the worse nightmares when they go to bed. What could possibly frighten this crew? Series Part 5 of Pariah.

24. Another Time, Another Place: When Shego discovers an old book in the attic of her family's old house, it leads to Kigo in two different eras.

25. There For You: AU. Kigo. Kim is a hero, an author, and a painter who can do anything, except get a date. That probably explains why Bonnie gives her a card to an escort service.

26. Cryptic: Sequel to Pariah. There is a Possible clan get together at the Lazy C Ranch. Insults fly while problems arise. Shego never knew that Montana could be so interesting. Series Part 4 of Pariah.

27. Maybe: Kigo. One shot. Shego loves making Kim angry, but she can't figure out why. Maybe the reasons don't matter.

28. Forsaken: Set in the Pariah universe. A Possible has been chosen to save the world from the apocalypse. Wait, it's not Kim. It's Trin? We're as good as dead. Series Part 3 of Pariah.

29. A History of Yesterday: It starts with a honeymoon and ends with an affair. Or does it start with an affair and end with a honeymoon? Whichever.

30. On a Short Leash: AU. This is the sequel to Walking the Line. Kim and Shego look to renew their unorthodox relationship. Series Part 2 of Walking the Line saga.

31. Pariah: AUish. Who does the hero Kim Possible look up to? Check it out. Series Part 1 of Pariah.

32. Walking the Line: AU like a mug. Shego is a cop and Kim...well, you won't believe what Kim is. Series Part 1 of Walking the Line saga.

33. Addiction: Kim and Shego find themselves addicted and now they're looking to quit each other. Kigo. I feel I should warn people about the humor in this story, apparently, some people find it funny.

34. Comprehension: Kigo of sorts. Shego sits and thinks about a certain girl that can do anything.

These three fics are only on FFN because I haven’t moved them yet.

35. The Beast Within: AU. Middleton is a town where everyone has special powers. Well, not everyone. Kim is the only normal one. How does she cope? Will be kigo eventually.

36. The Beast, Without: Sequel to the Beast Within. Kim is still trying to get the hang of her dragon powers while former members of WEE seem to be plotting against her. Is she ready for them?

37. The Beast Within: Special Edition: Just like the title says. Two people with super powers come into Middleton to take on Kim and Shego. Who are the new duo? Whose powers are better? Who will win the brawl?

#kim possible #kigo #ao3 work #romance #drama #angst #fanfiction #fanfic #shego #kim possible x shego #f/f romance #lesbian characters #lesbian relationship #epic stories #novel length #starvinglunatic #starving lunatic #writing #alternate universe

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thesquidgame · 4 years ago

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be gay fight crime- part one.

this is how i disappear

Series Summary: Allison tries to escape to something called normal, only to be met by the sharp realization that you can't outrun your past without getting destroyed by a new future. Eudora discovers that her world isn't as black and white as she once thought it was, and is thrown into a race of justice and reflection. two healing people, a system of murder and deceit, and one bed

Chapter summary: Just a train ride away from Allison's old life to her new one.

Word Count: 1.5k

Trigger Warnings: Abuse implications, cursing, intrusive thoughts, custody battle, accidental child abuse, trauma

A/N: First fic on this blog! every chapter in this series will be based off of a mcr song. requests are open for criminal minds and the umbrella academy, masterlist and part two coming soon, and taglist open <3

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People do stupid things for people they care about. Cheating, organ donations, joint bank accounts, but Allison was pretty sure she was the first person to be this colossally horrible. Brainwashing your own baby? To help her forget a trauma, of course it would be justifiable. Anything to help Claire. But just to make her go to bed? Eat her vegetables? Stop a hissy fit? Allison was a monster. A monster down to her very core.

She had spent over a decade trying to get away from everything she had done as a child. And within a 4-hour train ride staring at water droplet races on her window, Allison had destroyed all of that progress. No better than she was at 14 when she stepped over an innocent corpse so the media could get a better shot of her. But so much worse. She didn’t know who the man was, but she knew her daughter. She used her own child. Purposefully not on purpose.

Some people weren’t meant to get happy endings, and once Patrick found out what she was telling her daughter, she knew that she was one of those people.

The worst part wasn’t that she couldn’t see her daughter, the worst part was that Claire would grow up without a real childhood. Always wondering that there was a better part of life out there, but never getting it. At least not until she grew up when she realized that there wasn’t simply a puzzle piece missing, but that the whole picture was wrong. The exact thing that Allison had spent her whole life trying to prevent.

But she knew that if she was there every day begging to see her baby, and showed the wreckage that she had become, and internally always was, it would only hurt Claire more. So, Allison knew she had to disappear. She couldn’t explain anything to Claire, no matter what she said it would never make any sense to Claire, to herself, to anyone. How she could do such unforgivable things.

The words inside her head bounced around like bullets inside of an indestructible chamber. Screeching and scraping, but never shutting up. There were so many despicable words ricotetaround. But the most important and the most painful was only two words; you’re a monster.

Hating yourself and being hated by others are two completely different things, but never ones that Allison could ever distinguish between. If everyone didn’t love her, she couldn’t begin to even like herself. So she lied. And cheated. And hurt people. People who didn’t deserve it. And at the end of the day, it wasn’t worth it.

Allison could sense that she was getting closer and closer to the place she regretfully called her childhood. With every sign the train passed, she felt the sinking dreadful feeling grow deeper and deeper into her stomach. Nothing hurts more than returning to the place that started your painfucked you up in the first place.

Claire would never come here. Ever. Even if it meant she could see her daughter, she would never let her here. She could never see this house of horrors. No one else had to know what he did to her. What Allison did to herself.

The train suddenly screeched to a halt. It probably wasn’t sudden, but at the moment Allison was too busy drowning in her own sorrows to notice anything around her. She patiently waited for everyone else to get off. Setting her foot down on the soil would make it all real.

Once everyone else was off the train, Allison took several deep breaths and stepped off the train. The second her feet hit the concrete, she started to feel the city.

The smell of shit and anger floated through the air, andthe breeze that was likely filled with weed and nicotine smoke hit her skin, it almost burned her skin.

Like always random strangers stared at her. Looking at her and then glancing away the second she caught their eyes. But no one approached her like they did only months ago. Everyone knew her, but no one loved her anymore.

With one hand on the railings of the stairs, as she lugged her suitcase behind her, she wondered who snitched the details of her case. It wasn’t like she didn’t deserve it, but at the minimum she didn’t want Claire to think she was a monster.

Rain poured on her skin and soaked her hair. She needed to get a haircut to match this colossal change. She waved down a taxi, whose driver luckily didn’t seem to recognize her. He plugged in the address of her new apartment that she had never seen before. It was the last job of her manager, right before she found out he was testifying against her at court, but not for Claire, just for a buck.

It was probably for the best. She didn’t want to have it leaked, and she didn’t want to know what hellhole she was probably going to spend a long time living in.

Allison got out of her cab in front of a beaten-down yellow three-story townhouse. It was attached to 3 other columns, and when she got to the entrance she discovered on the buzzers there were 15 rooms in total, so probably 6 on the front and 9 on the back. It was unlikely that none of them would recognize her, but she hoped that at least they wouldn’t call people magazine, or entertainment tonight, or another capitalistic nightmare that thrived off of the breakdown of people’s lives.

The lobby was empty besides a kindly old woman sitting at the front desk. She checked in, got her key, a nice formality of a hug, and Allison was on her way to her new life. 3rd floor, backroom. Room 12b.

There wasn’t an elevator, but that didn’t bother Allison. It took her a minute to carry her suitcase (only the essentials, the rest of her stuff was arriving in about a week). She received a nice sticky note on her door from her neighbor across the hall. There were 5 other rooms in her hall, and one seemed to be playing loud music, it wasn’t the worst thing in the world, Allison had bigger problems at hand.

From her view at the entrance of her new home, there were 4 rooms connected by a hallway. A living room in front of her, a kitchen to her left, and a bedroom and bathroom on the right. The walls were covered with ugly flower wallpaper, and the couch was leather and scruffed.

The kitchen was pretty much the same, with wobbly furniture and an ugly fridge and stove. There was fake marble covering the countertops, and it was peeling off in places.

The bathroom seemed to be tinted a yellow color, and there wasn’t a bathtub. Just a small shower next to the toilet with only a sheet and foot tall fake tile barrier separating the two. Above the toilet there was a window that Allison tried to open (it stunk for reasons that Allison didn’t want to deal with at the moment), but couldn’t manage to.

The bedroom wasn’t incredible, but it would be a crime to say it wasn’t better than the rest. She would be sleeping on a waterbed, and there was a nightstand made of wood. The closet was small, but fortunately, there was a pretty big dresser next to the door. She set down her suitcase and laid down on the bed. Comfy.

There were a few windows in all the rooms (except the bathroom) that gave way for a view of a gravel parking lot, a strip club, a cash-checking place, and a butcher. There were other apartments on the street that she could see, and Allison was happy that it was far from her childhood in the same city.

Patrick said in court that he didn’t want Claire to see how far she would sink but Allison wanted to see how far down she’ll go without the light of her life; her precious daughter.

Right then and there, with the soft filtering of cloudy sunlight pouring through the shitty blinds, and even though she wasn’t certain if she locked the door, and she could still hear the loud music that was surprisingly in good taste, Allison slept.

At 10 in the morning, Allison got up. Pledging to get breakfast later, she took the bus to the place that she would never go to in her right mind. But unfortunately for her, right now she wasn’t in her right mind.

Seeing the tall doors hurt so bad, and the stabbing thoughts came back.

But Allison was going to disappear. And unfortunately, the only person who could help her do that was the person who made her be like this in the first place. Reginald Hargreeves.

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harleenfleck · 4 years ago

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“Despite the danger (Part 2)”

Arthur Fleck/Joker x Reader

Summary: Joker is the love of your life; despite the reputation it carries. You know that, but you don’t care, after he rescued you from a horrible hole you were trapped in. Now, you both live your lives together, but you ignore all the risks that come with being the lover of the Clown Prince of Crime.

This is the continuation. Part one here (Idk how put links in tumblr AAAAAA)

Warning: Description of violence, smut (Oh yeah), unprotected sex, oral sex, and fluff cause why not.

Words: 3.2k

Notes: OMFG I’M SO SORRY I KNOW I KNOOOW It took me about a month to post the second part, you have no idea what happened to me in all these weeks! New job, a little move, trying to survive, creative block (I’m suffering with this one), I almost itchy a scorpion, I didn't have Internet for two weeks, for a moment I thought I was in contact with someone with COVID-19 and fortunately that someone was sick from something else (Pneumonia in case you had doubts), I started to be attracted to a guy who turned out to be a criminal (HAHA later I'll tell you how this shit was over) anyway, too many weird things happened to me.

Finally I can post the second part, and the truth is that it is the first time I write smut or something in English :'0 honestly I think it was sexy, but I still feel a little ashamed (that’s the correct word?) to post it, ahhh, it's weird the feeling. But wow, I think the thing was beautiful:3 I honestly hope I can beat the creative block and keep writing more stories like that, shit, anyway, Arthur it’s my beautiful muse.

Time for thanks! Thank you to the Microsoft translator for helping me translate things I don't know into English, thank you to Lana del Rey for helping me get out of the creative block with your songs, my two neurons for not giving up and doing synapses, and thank you for your patience <3

And fuuuuckinggg agaaaain the fucking same apology, I’m sorry if I make some grammatical, spelling or writing mistakes, english is not my native language blablablablablalaaablablablaba just enjoy the porn.

Hope you like it! <3

...

He’s out of his mind.

He was yelling at his men to do the damn job, to search the whole damn city. His beauty doll is missing

You were missing, you weren’t by his side, and that was a tragedy.

He was going crazy, and how cannot be? His enemies don’t leave no clue, just the threatening note. He read it, trying to find something, some sign. But nothing.

“In every fucking corner! In every fucking street! In every fucking neighborhood! I don’t fucking care! You have to find her!”

He yelled at his men in clown masks, they were orders that were to be fulfilled. But everything was more complicated than it seemed.

“We've searched all over Gotham and there's no sign of her”

“Keep looking!” He screamed again.

The clowns have never seen their leader so tense and stressed. It wasn't for nothing. His darling was kidnapped by something he had done, and time ran. Anything could happen to you with every hour wasted in found you.

"Mr. Joker, we've searched everywhere, but there's no way to find her, do you really think it's worth it?"

“What? What do you mean by that? What are you implying about that?”

“I mean Mr. Joker, you found her in a disgraceful place... You could do that with any other slut, you can find another-”

Bang!

Before he could keep opening his mouth, that man was already dead.

"I don't have time for this stupid shit! You must don’t give a shit about my doll's past! You must do your fucking damn job!"

The rest of the clowns, seeing the violent scene, came out of the room. Joker ordered two of his men to undo the body.

Sitting on an elegant red couch, he took a hand to his face and breathe out heavily.

Where were you? Would you be ok? You’d be safe?

Every question stressed him. And he felt guilty leaving you alone, he shouldn’t have done that.

Knowing that sometimes his clowns could become useless, he got out of his seat and walked outside of the room. "If they don't find you, I'll do it myself”

He got into the car and went to Gotham.

“My y/n, where are you?”

…

Your hands behind you back were tied. Your feet too.

Could barely remember what happened to you. Hours before, you were reading a book in complete calmness, but someone broke in the house. You screamed and ran for the emergency gun, but the assailants caught you first and put a damp fabric in your face.

You slept soundly for a couple of hours, when you woke up with a blindfold. Immediately, you went into fear.

“Look! The bitch woke up”

Your eyes saw again, they took you the bandage off. Looked at some men you didn’t know who they were.

“Just look, the little whore of Joker” One of the kidnappers took you by the jaw “Are the rumors true? The Joker pulled you out of a brothel after you fuck him so good?”

A big spit came into the kidnapper's eye. You pointed very well at his face.

“Fuck you!” Was the only thing you yell to him “That's something you don't give a shit!”

The others men laugh a lot, making fun of your little defense. The affected person rubbed himself with a tissue and you realized spitting him was a big mistake.

Scared, you looked everywhere, you had to find a way out, you knew that if you stayed there, they could kill you, but there is no escape.

“What idiot would want a whore like his couple?” The kidnapper spoke as he approached you and lifted you from the ground "Although if it's true that you were a prostitute... We could take advantage of that…”

They looked at you with malevolence, you knew your Joker had done terrible things to them, and they revenge were going to drop it on you.

“No, no, no! Don't you dare! If you do, you'll be dead men!”

“Maybe, but the first one to die will be you”

They pulled out a knife right in front of you, played with this one, gently passing it down your chest and face.

They started ripping the fabric of your dress. You cried. They laughed.

Please Arthur come, come for me, please Arthur

“We are three, you're going to have to give each of us pleasure at the same time, you know what that means? Anyway, you're already experienced in that”

They took your dress in pieces, staying only in your underwear, they began grotesquely touch your body and make fun of you. You just implored that it wasn't painful and that your death wasn't so violent.

Although that was improbable.

You closed your eyes, accepting your unfortunate destiny.

A violent noise was heard, and one of the men fell to the ground.

"Leave her alone right now!"

Hearing that scream you felt in heaven, protected. You were safe. Joker was there, pointing the bastards who wanted to hurt you with his gun.

“Oh! Look who's here! Just when we were going to have our banquet, don't you want some?”

Another one fell to the ground. You tried to escape the only one left alive, but he catched you, putting the knife around your neck.

“Let her go of or you're going to regret it!” Joker screamed in a tone of voice you'd never heard before. He was heard so rude and furious, and at once determined.

“Let her go? You ruined what my men and I built for years; I'll take away what you cherish most in front you. And you can’t do anything to avoid it”

Joker's blood boiled with angry. How did he dare to hurt you?

"I won't warn you again, let her go right now, NOW!"

The guy, just for enjoying Joker's furious, put the knife down and cut your abdomen, you cried in pain. Joker went crazy, and when the knife stopped touching your skin, bullets were raining at your kidnapper.

You ran away, tripped and fell, but you could see Joker unloading the bullets on his enemy.

No enemy was left alive. You were free. But you were so scared too.

Joker looked at you, put away his gun and ran to you.

"Arthur!" You hugged him very tightly.

"y/n are you okay? He cut you, that motherfucker, I must to take you to the doc—"

"No! Please Arthur, take me home! Take me with you!"

"But y/n, you’re hurt—"

"It's nothing! I swear, just take me with you!"

Crying, you begged him to get you out of there. Joker took off his red coat and put it on you, covering you. He hugged you and both got out of there.

…

You two came home. He carried you in his arms and you hugged his chest. He left you in the bed while you still crying.

"I won't let you get hurt again, my doll" Arthur drew his fingers to your face, drying away your tears. He hurt him see you crying.

"Arthur, I thought I'd never see you again”

"No, y/n, I'm here, I'll always be here. No one will hurt you again"

You hugged him a lot, you didn't want to let him go. Despite the facade of the worst criminal of all and Gotham's worst lunatic, he saved and protected you.

Arthur left the room for a moment and came back with a medicine cabinet. He healed your wound while you were trying to relax, but that was almost impossible. Once you bandaged, Arthur lay down next to you, and you couldn't help hug him. He did the same thing, caressing your hair and smelling your scent, like the first time he and you met.

You and him slept soundly. You were so afraid you wouldn't sleep in that bed again. However, your night wasn't quiet, you dreamed of those three horrible men again, you dreamed that those men did what they wanted with you, and Arthur never appeared.

You woke up upset, in tears again.

But at the same time, you calmed down, because you were home. Arthur woke up with your crying, he immediately paid attention to you.

"What's going on? y/n, what happened?"

"A nightmare"

He took you carefully and kissed you on the forehead. You hugged him back, you clung to him, you never wanted to leave him in your life.

He really is the love of your life.

And you wanted to thank him for being.

"Arthur..."

"Yes?"

You took air, you never thought you’d be shy to ask Arthur that, even when you did this night after night.

“Could you love me, please?"

The eyes of Arthur lit up, and a big sense of desire ran through his body. But despite that, you were always above everything.

"y/n… But you’re hurt"

"Art… I’m fine, it was something superficial, it's nothing” And that was true, but on his face could you see he wasn’t so convinced “Please Arthur, I need your love”

He looked at you with concern, with silent, perhaps he feared to hurt you.

But at the same time, he looked at you with desire, in need and lust.

Arthur needed you very badly too, but he was afraid to revive your pain. However, you started kissing him, at first shyly, because you didn't know what his reaction would be.

But you knew him perfectly, you knew that with a simple touch of yours he could go crazy. He gently took you from the back of your head and quickly got on top of you. His hands started stroking your neck, your collarbone, your chest. His fingers started playing with the straps of your bra and at the same time left little kisses on your breasts.

Fear left your body, and desperately asked for Arthur.

Arthur took your bra off and threw it somewhere in the room. Hypnotized, he admired your body. You blushed, he always saw you as a deity, even though you two made love a thousand times before.

"You're the most fucking beautiful woman I've ever met"

He bit his lip when he saw you. You, on the other hand, put the shyness aside, your hands went to the buttons on his yellow vest, unbuttoning them. Arthur noticed your intentions and helped you with that. You did the same thing with his turquoise shirt, looking now his chest.

You exhaled. You kissed him deeply, his tongue entered your mouth, and you couldn't help pass your hands through his chest and abdomen.

Without warning, you started to kiss his neck and shoulders, he didn’t wait that, but with a smile, he let you continue. You kept kissing him, went down to his red pants. His lust trapped in that red pants was already evident.

With little kiss on the fabric of his pants, you unbuttoned and zipped down. You looked him before continue. Arthur looked at you in need, desire and a huge smile on his clown face.

You backed off his pants and his underwear, his length appeared on your face and something inside you burned. You took it with your hand and let a little kiss in the top.

With more desire, you pass your tongue, sucking it, you really enjoyed that moment, more when you put it in your mouth and heard his deep moan.

"Damn it, y/n!" Arthur almost cried out loud. He was wet in lust, he looked at you with his green eyes, saw as you gave him pleasure, as you loved making him feel good. He took your hair, started directing the movements.

You relaxed your throat, took some air and got on with your work. You used your tongue to drive him crazy, and hearing his moans caused you to get wet. “Fuck! y/n you… you’re amazing…”.

You viewed that he grabbed the sheets with his free hand, his head was back and his chest became large and small as he breathed deeply. You could think he was close to finishing. But he decided to change things.

He took your hair and forced you to apart himself, you looked at him a little confused, but his gaze said he was going to back to you everything you caused him. Taking your shoulders, he dropped you in bed. He quickly got between your legs, starting to play with the elastic of your lace panties.

He dropped your panties, stared hungry at what these were hiding. And he realized you were already wet.

"Art... Do-Don't be so rude, please" You pled him timidly. Arthur blinked, setting aside his desire, remembering what you had spent the last night. He looked at your reddened face, and felt slightly guilty. He didn't tell you, but he thought maybe he scared you.

"Of course not, my doll" slowly lowered his face until you reached your entrance "If you want to stop, I will, just say it y/n" kissed one of your thighs, and seeing you, started playing with his tongue inside you.

Now, it was your turn to yell.

“Oh fuck!” You remember why Arthur loved that game. He was very skillful. He kissed you, licked you, played really well down there. You took his green hair between your fingers, begging him to go deeper. You heard a little laugh.

“I want you Arthur…” You couldn't take it anymore, you started begging him, as tears of pleasure fell down your cheeks “Please Art, I want you, make me yours…”

He didn't listen to you, he just kept licking you, and you couldn't do it anymore. You cuming in his mouth, and he drank you all.

Bastard you thought You wouldn't let me do the same with you

As you recovered from the orgasm, he stands up, his makeup was already a mess, but that's what you loved, as you could see Arthur and Joker at the same time.

“Come here, boy” You extended your hand to him. He took it and placed himself on top of you "I really want you for me”

“You just want me?”

“Why the question?”

"You seem to need me" Arthur kiss your hand, as you felt the rub of its length in your entrance, he was torturing you.

“Arthur, please…”

“Please what?” He passing his tongue in your hand and finished with a kiss.

“I-I need you…”

“Yes darling?” He saw you again with those emeralds that drove you crazy. How much you love him, and how much he loves you "Did you know I always need you, y/n?" With that deeply voice, he began to play again, giving small blows with his tip, causing you to moan.

“Y-Yeah…” Your voice became trembling at the end of that word “Arthur, please…”

“Please what?” He repeated that question again while without warning, he passed his tongue through your breast, provoking you more and more.

“…Fuck me…” You didn't ask him, you pleaded him. He laughed a little, and kissed you on your lips, looking for your tongue with his. And as your tongues fluttered in your mouths, he entered in you.

You moaned in his mouth, that strange sense of pain and pleasure was so addictive to you. He moved inside you, going out and in. You could hear him moan, and that excited you more, hearing his voice full of pleasure.

With more desire, you hugged him, moaned and cried. You didn't want anyone else in your life. You only want Arthur, just him.

It was so much pleasure and delight that you even forgot the wound on your abdomen.

You raised your hips just to join him more. Arthur kissed your neck, while he too got lost in lust. The bed hit the wall hard, it could break at any time, and you wouldn't mind. You two couldn't separate, nothing could separate.

You didn't know how much time was going on, but every time Arthur made love to you, time seemed to stop alone for the two of you.

“Arthur…” You cried his name “I love you… I love you”.

“I love you, y/n” you heard his hoarse voice against your ear again. He raised his head, only to see you adore this intimate moment “I love you too”

You kissed him, so much passion overflowing. You felt close again.

Before you could tell him, your body couldn't keep it anymore and gave into the pleasure, you screamed so loud. Arthur began to penetrate you slowly and deep at the same time, prolonging your orgasm, making it more torturous and pleasurable.

Breathing deeply, you looked at Arthur, taking his cheek with your hand, you still felt weak, and loved too.

He came out of you, and he started masturbating in front of you. "Could you help me, doll?" Oh yes, you knew that meant.

You knelt in front of him, took his member and carried him into your mouth. He tried to suppress a groan but failed. A few seconds later he made you stop, and you'll look him in the eye from where you were.

"You want it, don't you, doll?" you didn't answer, you just moved your head up and bit your lip. Like the first time you saw him. You began to masturbate him and kiss his member.

He caressed your head, closed his eyes. If that wasn't heaven, he didn't know anything else it could be.

His body tightened, and his breathing became heavy “y/n, I’m gonna coming, come here”.

You stopped, opened your mouth, sticking out your tongue. With a little scream from him, you got his climax in your mouth. Every drop fell into your mouth, and some escaped through the corners of your lips. He tasted so good; you loved his taste.

Arthur took a deep breath, his eyes were still under in his eyelids, recovering. He lowered his head and opened his eyes, watching you. You gave him a naughty smile. He caressed your cheek, and stroked you with his thumb.

"Where have you been all my life?" For a moment he thought about it, but he really said it. And you blush at those words. The naughty smile was replaced by a shy smile.

"Lost, like you, my love"

Smiling at you, he went to kiss you one more, one more loving, more romantic. “Arthur Fleck, you really are the love of my life” You said to him in the middle of the kiss. You could feel it how he trembled at your words. He separated from you and looked you in the eye.

“You too, y/n, you’re the love of my life”.

He kissed your cheek and pulled aside some locks of hair that fell on your face. "Come here" Took your hand "Look at you, you're a mess, we're going to have to clean you up"

You knew that was just the beginning, it was going to be a long day.

But you didn't care because you loved him, you loved Arthur Fleck, and Joker too, despite the danger. You didn't really care about danger, Arthur would always protect you from adversity, and somehow, you also protected him.

End

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thethrillof · 4 years ago

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hm! i went w/ the palace, but also both, kinda.

man i’m sleepy.

happy pride right back atcha!

The Radiance had spread through most of the kingdom, but not in the Palace’s retainers. Their devotion would falter in nothing but death.

Their being so linked to Her allowed them to see snatches of the world through the Infected eyes. The Shadow Creepers were too entrenched in instinct to leave where they crawled to follow the paths to where the King was supposed to be. Or there was a deterrence to the place, unknown and infuriating (to Her), of similar make to the space in the center of the City.

The space set between the divide. The space with the Fountain.

When they had seen the statue of themselves, standing high over Dreamers that were faceless, their legs buckled. Their sister had to nearly drag them into a building. They could not stop looking at it.

They could not stop thinking.

This is similar. This is worse.

Hornet is not here.

She said they were healed enough to leave, if they so wished. They took her words as order. They had imposed on her enough. Their place, had they any, would be where they had spent their existence before the Sealing.

And that place is not here.

They considered error. They had little experience in Hallownest itself. They merely knew they had to travel downward, with the Palace waiting near the call of the Abyss.

They are a living mistake, but even they cannot miss the shape of the entrance. The space where the Palace was. A collapsed Kingsmould, broken, unfit to guard even remains.

If there had been a single glance through one of the Infected, perhaps they could process this. Perhaps they could simply set it on the pile of their guilt, their acknowledgement of their failures. Perhaps there would have been understanding that this is what the bugs of Hallownest meant, when ripples of fear and ‘the King is not answering’ turned to ‘the King is gone’ made their falls into Her embrace easier.

Their legs do not entirely give. They are fortunate in this. They are close enough they could lean against a part of it, but the crumbling stone (not metal) would likely collapse as well. They catch themselves enough to sag against their Nail, now nothing but a walking-stick.

Spikes of stone left behind the crumbling doorway inside. As though something massive had simply taken it. Lifted it. Tore it from its foundations.

Put it elsewhere.

There is no elsewhere.

If it had been moved through Hallownest, somehow, they would know. If it had left Hallownest…

If…the Pale King had left….

Of course he had left. Everything was dead. The prayers they should not have been able to string together to him were nothing but wishes. That he would come back to them. That he would find a replacement for them.

And yet, here they are. Where they, perhaps, hoped a sign of him would be.

Staring.

There is much more for the Hollow Knight to look at than the entrance. The space above where towers once scraped the ceiling is devoid of even ruins. Most of the poles mounted along the remaining path stand higher than what is left.

The yawning emptiness should be incomparable to anything. Held open now, an object of nightmare long before She ripped into their thoughts, the Abyss should be worse.

And yet they cannot raise their head. A cowardly part of them nearly wishes to turn away. To go to even the Abyss. Facing their crimes—being chosen, surviving, leaving—does not make their chest as tight as simply standing here.

They don’t quite understand emotions. They know they have them, despite spending so much of their existence denying it, crushing them down to nearly nothing. They were never taught what each was.

They know grief. They have felt it for nearly all of their imprisonment.

They know hope. It was tangled there, too.

They do not think, and not only because they tell themselves not to.

It is better, or it is worse, that is it purely emotion that moves them to step into the ruins as best they can? There isn’t any need to ask this. Either option is awful.

There is nothing truly recognizable to be found.

They do not know whether it would be more terrible if there were—a remnant of furniture, pieces of wingmoulds, remains of retainers or the White Lady’s silvery plants—and they numbly banish the thought.

Their Nail scrapes new lines across grooves, crosshatching marking their steps.

It takes great time and effort to move anywhere. Concave parts catch their feet. Some have holes, cracked deep into the earth, where they cannot tell whether or not Void wisps increase in intensity around.

They keep going anyway.

They don’t know what they’re doing.

Where the Palace once stood is still a wide area. They cannot be truly lost, but they lose sight of their starting point quickly enough. They keep moving, as they don’t know what else to do, this mission they’ve undertaken without orders.

There is nothing here.

There is nothing.

They are tired.

There is no place to sit. They lean, eventually, against a jutting spike that curves high, almost enough to fit them.

They are thinking. About not moving. About simply waiting until their body finally fails. Until they are nothing, or perhaps one with the stone surrounding them, nothing more than another statue, deservedly hidden in obscurity instead of being a beacon in the center of the City.

They can nearly feel the weight of Hallownest, rock and life and space above. Less than there should be.

Everything else is gone. The Palace, truly, should not be a shock.

They stay. In the ruins of home, where no bug dares venture, it is nearly as timeless as waiting in the Egg.

They do not know how long they wait.

They understand their desire to fade so literally is impossible, but they certainly do not expect anyone to find them.

They dip their head to Hornet once she, somehow, does.

She traverses the ruins from spike to spike, balancing on each dull point as easy as a flat floor. She does not seem pleased. She does not seem angry, either.

She is never angry. She, of all beings, deserves to be. About everything, not only them. And yet.

It is not their place to question what she does.

They follow her lead back out. They exit through an arbitrary gap, not the entrance. This makes it easier to turn back and look again.

Nothing recognizable, still.

“I am sorry I cannot allay your homesickness,” their sister says after a time. “I cannot lie and say it doesn’t hurt forever. But this pain is endurable.”

She would know. She lost everything as badly as they. Worse, they think, though they won’t stack their suffering against anyone’s.

They cannot apologize. They have tried, once she told them she knew they were impure, and how she would not simply kill them for it. They thought she wanted them gone, but she has retrieved them.

They do not understand this.

Instead, they turn their thoughts to her literal words.

Homesickness.

Home, sickness. They repeat this thing they cannot say, turning it over in their mind. It feels heavy.

They know much about sickness. They have had enough of sickness, and they do not deserve to escape it. The word is quite apt, leading them foolishly, weakly, so far from where they began.

They turn their back to the nothing that remains. They may return to the Abyss, one day. But the Palace is gone. There is no home here.

In truth, there never had been. As the Pale King could not be called Father, the White Palace was not home. They lost both to their own folly. There is no need for their return.

It was familiarity they desired.

…Perhaps it is familiarity she desires, as well. The Hollow Knight is nearly as broken as the Palace, or Deepnest, but they still , barely, remain.

That is what they will be, then. A piece of a home. Something she knows. They would not find this objectionable, even if they could dare to object to their family in even thought.

And as best as they can manage, the White Palace’s memory, in ruin and in glory, will be set aside for this strange, new reason to be.

#jules writes #anonymous

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jiminthestreets-bonesinthesheets · 5 years ago

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The Masterlist of Masterlists

Just a collection of all my works :D

Supernatural:

Destiel:

All For A Buck - Dean and Cas must work together to raise the newest addition to the Winchester family, and it might just end up brining them together in the end.

A Magic Kingdom Love - “An AU where Dean and Cas are both working for Disney and have been cast as the very first gay princes. And at first they hate each other but it’s hard to pretend you’re in love all day for sweet, shy kids, and then not make out under the bridge of the magic kingdom castle.”

Mountain High - Suddenly taken from his own home and flown god knows where in the dark, Dean Winchester finds himself thrown into something he could never have imagined in his wildest dreams.

Pas De Deux - Dean is a closeted ballet dancer, and Cas is playing the Nutcracker Prince in the Kansas State Ballet. When the ballet loses their Clara and Cas confronts Dean about taking the part along side him, will he be able to put aside his fears and let everyone know who he really is? All to help the man of his dreams?

Screw It, I Love You - This is based of this post I saw the other day, find it HERE. It’s about Cas being newly human and Dean leaving him reminder notes all over the bunker.

Slash Fiction (part 1 of series) - Following the boys as they continue their journey, saving people, hunting things, the family business. This trip finds them in Kalamazoo, Michigan, at the famous Henderson Castle. With the help of on old friend and the return of a beloved character, the boys find themselves facing something they have never faced before, and have to find a way to stop it once and for all, with a little improvisation.

So Much for Movie Night - The boys finally get a night off from hunting, and Sam's planned solo movie night unfortunately does not go at all how he had hoped it would.

Sounds of Someday (part 1 of series) - Sam was dead, Cas was lost forever, and Dean’s entire world had been turned upside down in less than an instant. He was alone, again, a typical Winchester ending, but god damn if that was how he was going to leave it. He was going to get Sam back, he was going to get Cas back, and he was going to fix everything that had fallen apart, and now he was going to do it all with twin babies and the king of hell back on his side. Season sixteen… here we go.

That We Do - Dean and Cas meet at a civil war reenactment when Dean is forced to go for his father's birthday. Despite Dean's original sour attitude about the idea, he finds something there that was definitely worth going for.

The Ever Handsome and Always Charming Dean Winchester - A perfectly simple Dean and Cas wedding!

The Nual’ Family Onion - Dean had lived in Lawrence, Kansas his entire life. Born and raised. In his twenty-six years in the beautiful city, he lived a wonderful life surrounded by the amazing people who lived there, many of them becoming family over the years. After high school, he started working for his uncle Bobby at his mechanics shop and fell into a comfortable routine. He still lived at home with his parents, John and Mary Winchester, and for the foreseeable future, Dean had no intentions of changing that. Until he saw him.

The Thing About Blind Dates - Dean Winchester was perfectly happy with his life. He lived alone, though most days his house was filled with the accompaniment of his little brother and his brother’s new boyfriend, and that suited Dean just fine.But even now, as Dean sat back against the couch, watching the newest season of Animal Kingdom, cold beer in hand while Sam and Gabe cuddled next to him, he couldn’t really say he was anything but satisfied. That is… until Sam and Gabe decided he wasn’t.

Wish You Were Here - Sam’s got a date, Cas is fixing Heaven, and Dean Winchester is sitting miserably in his motel room, alone. So he decides to see if Cas wants to have a little fun over the phone.

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Lost

Jawyer:

Lost in a Dream - Jack Shephard was never one to believe in psychics, or fortune telling, or visions of the future. But when he starts dreaming of flight 815 crash landing on an unknown island, and all the events that follow, he cant help but start to wonder if maybe he should start believing. Especially when his flight home turns into just the nightmare he had worried it would. Though, this time around, a few things are very different, or rather a few people.

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Star Trek:

Mckirk:

Clans - Jim goes on his usual hunt and everything's going fine, or so he thinks. Until things take an unexpected turn and he finds himself the house guest of a group of people he thought to be extinct. Now, Jim has to decide what his next move will be, doing what he knows is right by his family, or only thinking of himself and possibly putting his entire family in danger.

Lost in Translation - “Attention citizens. This is the crew of the Enterprise asking for your aid. On Stardate 2264.78 a shuttle manned by our captain and fourteen cadets was ambushed by an unknown source and chased out of sight of our ship and into open space. Those cadets as well as our captain, James Tiberius Kirk, are still missing. We are asking anyone with any information on their whereabouts, or regarding the attack, to please contact the Enterprise immediately. Our family would appreciate any assistance you can give.”

Spirk:

Maiden Voyage (part 1 of series) - "Jim's past was just that, his past, or so he thought. He had made it through to graduation and only had six months of placement standing between him and his captains chair, but he never thought he would see her again. He thought he was past this, past her, now what was he supposed to do? Could they really just go back to the way things were, will placement with her even be bearable, will the crew be able to stand together and face their newest foe and live to tell the tale? Jim could only hope, because right now that's about all he’s got."

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Avengers:

Stucky:

Second Chances - This is sort of an endgame fix, with a dash of Stucky. The story takes place after Thanos has been defeated, the war won, and the world returned back to its natural order. Standing on the battlefield, relieved and thankful that it was all finally over and they could rest. But in their moment of peace, Steve and Bucky suddenly find themselves in a very tricky situation, one they definitely have not been trained to handle.

The Way We Were Suppose To Be - Two years after defeating Thanos, Steve finds himself faced with a harsh reality. Because of his decision to stay in the past with Peggy and finally give himself the life he thought he had always wanted, Nick Fury returns to face him with a daunting truth. With the world’s timeline in disarray, it’s up to Steve to return to the past and restore the world to its natural order. Unfortunately it means that the all American hero has to sacrifice his heart and soul to save the world once again. And although Steve thinks that his one chance at a happy life had passed, who knows what the new future holds, perhaps… everything he had been searching for was right there all along.

Steve Rogers X OFC

Storm (part 1 of series) - The avengers have just defeated Ultron, a much needed victory for the weary team, but another storm is coming their way. A new member joins the team and has some very unexpected effects on everyone, especially the Captain himself, Steve Rogers.Secrets are revealed, scars revisited, and new wounds formed as they battle one of their toughest and most personal battles yet. All they can do is hope this wont be their breaking point…

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Final Fantasy:

Noctis x OFC:

At Lucis End (part 1 of series) - A treaty. A light at the end of the tunnel that King Regis had been staring down for years. A proposal. A wedding that stands to save the lands. A betrayal. That could tear it all down. And a love. So strong yet so torn.The war between Lucis and Niflheim could come to an end, but much will have to be sacrificed along the way. And in the end, would it even be enough? Would the loss of life, love, and family be enough to save the people of Lucis? Or will it all come crumbling down in the end?

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CSI:

Greg x Nick:

Love Undercover - In part one of this series, Nick and Greg get sent on a special undercover mission by Grissom and Brass, an undercover mission as a couple at an all exclusive couples resort. Their mission is to find their targets and keep them safe while maintaining the illusion that they are a happily married couple, but they may end up finding more then they bargained for while at Lovers Lane Resort.

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Criminal Minds:

Spencer Reid x Aaron Hotchner:

I Loved Him... Once - A series following the team as they solve crimes and take down the bad guys. In Part one of this series, we follow the team as they take down a serial killer that has taken a piece of one of their own. And through it all, Spencer and Hotch come to a few conclusions and realizations of their own.

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daredevile · 5 years ago

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In The Streets Lies The Dark

Summary: No one wonders about the horrors that prey in the darkness, all the horrors that he witnesses so others don't have the burden of crime haunting their nightmares. [Police AU]

Warnings: None - [Steve Approved]

A/N: This one is for @buckthegrump for @bucky-smiles' Secret Santa writing challenge, I’m so terribly sorry for being late! I’ve re-written this at least three times and ended up here - hope you like it!

It's the feeling of familiarity that calms his racing thoughts; the cool air caressing his face, the peaceful hum of some melody teasing his ears, the alluring fragrance of home. It dissolves the touch of all the horrors he endures and lives through daily. There's a sense of peace and tranquillity that he finds nowhere else but here - all alone in the corner, away from innocent eyes.

A sigh escapes his lips when the stack of paper-filled case files leaves his tired grip and cascades onto the table, sharp edges of crime scene photos and evidence peaking out of their place. The files reveal nothing less than unsettling descriptions of sinister crimes and damages to victims, all tainted by the lurid strokes of a murderous red. His eyes glide over the words, subconsciously painting the reality onto his recurrent nightmares that embrace him to his slumber.

The abrupt presence of a marble coffee mug diverts his attention to the apologetic barista. Like some primal reflex, his arms subtly shield the contents of the files from curious eyes - purity doesn't need to be scarred by the unfortunate truth, he thinks.

"Long day, Sergeant?"

He laughs. Smiling at the sheer touch of simplicity lingering behind her words, she joins in and he recalls a time when he too was this youthful, this unaware of all malice and prejudice lurking amongst the good. He almost misses it. Going about his day, not regularly looking over his shoulder for suspicious activity, not instinctively reaching for the gun strapped to his side - not caring about anyone or anything but himself.

"Always."

It seems selfish now. Filling his mind with such thoughts after seeing, with his own eyes, all kinds of darkness plaguing the streets of New York. Constantly reminding himself that 'someone should be responsible for the safety of the people' whenever he reconsiders ever accepting this uneven trail of life.

As she turns to retreat to the coffee machine, a mere flash of white grasps his concentration. He studies as you chat with the barista, switching the stack of patient records over to your other hand, a simple dance of friendly smiles when you catch him staring. The buzzing of his phone shreds any chance of introducing himself; he groans, managing to glimpse at the message before rubbing his temple in defeat. And when he realizes you are already gone, the pace of his footsteps begins to fade along with the distant possibility of ever seeing you again.

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Breathing in the fresh, crisp breeze in the AM on an early jog is a part of the job cherishes most; the desolate alleys, the streaks of the morning glow across the soaring skies, the sounds of oblivion. Across miles of barren streets, he hears the delicate hustling of the city awakening another day.

The aroma of caffeine hones his senses as he pushes the door, welcome by the array of beaming baristas already preparing his order - another part of the job he admires. The dark creamy liquid swirls around, melting into a cup of sugary bliss, it's naturally routine when he continues to his corner, but realizes it's occupied by you.

Stepping behind the bookshelves, he runs his free hand through his sweaty hair in a pathetic attempt to tame it down. A short breath escapes him before he moves into your line of sight, indicating his presence by clearing his throat.

The quirk of your eyebrows stills his breathing, his eyes flicker to the seat opposite yours, silently asking for permission. And when you respond with a smile, the coffee nearly spills atop the pristine files on the table. There's no conversation, his mind is blank, anxious even as he sips on the scorching hot liquid.

A chuckle escapes your lips, his eyes shift to yours in surprise. The reddening of his cheeks becomes more apparent as you gaze at his reaction and for a moment, he forgets the burning sensation on his tongue.

"Here." You say, nudging a bottle of water in his direction.

He mumbles a 'thank you', grateful for the rush of cool water simmering the sizzle of fire down his throat. Though the feeling of elation disappears as swiftly as it came when you begin to gather your belongings. His arm grasps yours - halting your movements. The soft warmth of your skin beneath his calloused hands jumbles the well-rehearsed line pausing at the tip of his tongue.

"Sergeant?"

"I- would you like to have coffee sometime? With me?" He stutters, noticing your eyes flick to his arm holding yours - he releases it in an instant.

"I'd love to, my shift ends at seven. Is that alright?" Your question goes unheard to his ears and you know it based on the boyish grin he attempts to bite back.

"Yeah - yeah, that's great!" He says, bouncing his foot underneath the table. As you walk past him, the fragrance of your perfume tickles his nose and he takes a deep breath before snapping his head towards the door, "Wait! I don't know your name."

"Y/N." And that's the only thing he hears despite the loud sounds of the city outside.

The blanket of darkness settles over the daylight, the luminous glow of the moon casting a glistening spotlight over the row of buildings. The tiny lamps dispersed across the cafe flicker on and the room is lightened by a faint golden hue. A glance at your phone and the time reads 7:02 pm. He's probably running late, you think, shoving other thoughts away from your stream of consciousness.

Ever so often, your attention focuses on the door as it opens, straightening your posture before realizing it's another stranger that strolls in. Your thumbs fiddle with your phone, lighting up the screen and the time now reads 7:12 pm. 'Doctors end up with doctors for a reason', some relative's words circles in your mind.

He nudges the door with the good shoulder, wincing when a sharp jolt of pain shoots up the left arm. He catches his reflection on the glass pane; dark strands of hair falling out of place, little wounds and gashes scattering his body - he doesn't look too good nor does he feel too good. He stumbles onto the couch, leaning his head back against the velvet and locks eyes with you from across the room.

Wasting no more time, you make your way towards him. He doesn't miss the faint gasp that leaves your lips when you take in his injured state. Your hand reaches out, grabbing the side of his face as you lean forward to examine the cuts on his cheeks. He stares at your features, the deep colour of your eyes, the curl of your eyelashes, the way you bite your lips.

"What's wrong, Doc?" He asks, lightening the mood. But when the distance between your bodies decreases, he holds his breath because he's convinced you can hear the rushing beat of his heart.

"You're late." You say, taking in the rich musk of his cologne. The honeyed tone of his laughter reaches your ears and you forget how long you were waiting in the first place. "And, it's Doc-in-training."

He shrugs in response, "Was a little occupied." The deep timbre of his voice has your stomach twisting for more.

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There's a spring in his step as he speeds up the stairs to your apartment. Grace, the barista, had told him you didn't come in for your morning coffee as soon as he had wandered in and examined the room. It's been nearly a week since he last kissed you goodbye before leaving for a case - and he just couldn't wait for another second longer.

With a quick knock against the wood, he waits for the shuffling of your footsteps, the creaking of the door - yet he hears nothing, just pure silence. It reminds him of his morning jogs, but this was nowhere near comforting. He shakes the doorknob in a furious effort to force the lock open. There's a brief pause before he kicks the door, all familiar memories of breaking into houses flooding into his mind - not yours, not you.

He prepares himself to see the worst, to see red all over. Unfortunately or fortunately - he can't decide - the place is as clean as it ever was. Everything placed in its precise spot. He scans through the apartment, with a heaviness in his chest and the blood in his face drains as he walks into your room.

A knife.

On the wall.

A piece of paper.

And he knows exactly where you are.

He's impatient. Eyes flicking to the watch resting on his wrist. Just wishing for all this to disappear and have you safe in his arms, away from all darkness only he sees lying in the streets amongst the good. He ignores the muffling of police commands from the walkie-talkie, darting out the car as the tires screech to a stop. The gun sneaks back into its position, the agony of fear never seeps through his thoughts - but this time, his weakness is you.

The alleys are lit up by the dark and he doesn't notice two guards sneak up from behind and beat him to his knees. He doesn't register the shocks of anguish all over his body as he's brought to the main room and forced on the cold, hard gravel.

He hears whimpers from the side and he recognizes that voice in a heartbeat. No amount of pain he had ever felt in his life matches what trembles its path into his soul. With a glimpse at your frightened form, he longs to erase this memory from your mind, gladly accepting the worst if it meant you could escape from this reality, 'purity doesn't need to be scarred by the unfortunate truth’, he thinks.

"Take me instead." He spits out, immediately feeling a burning sensation as the guards kick him in the sides.

"Bucky! Let me help him, please!" You shout, fighting against the tightness of the ropes.

The sound of devilish laughter follows, hollow footsteps pausing right in front of you. The man forces a gun into your tied up hands, pushing you forward - into Bucky's line of sight.

"You shoot him, or I'll kill you both." He smirks, releasing his hand from your shoulder. You turn at the sound of Bucky's groans, he sends you the same smile he did the first time you met and the gun threatens to speak. He gives you a nod, glancing at his watch once more.

"I'm gonna need your help, Doc." The words float in the air like a magic spell, an unknown strength within you arises and you slam the spine of the gun towards the man behind you.

Heavy footsteps roar from across the shadowy room, you hear the rattling of bullets, the enraged shouts as Bucky rushes to you. He signals the rest of the officers with different instructions and tears the rope's grip on your innocence. Strong arms draw you to an embrace before evacuating the area and you notice the blood streaming out his abdomen. Guiding his hand with yours, you firmly push against the wound, the pressure ceases the blood flow, he flinches from the tension on the cut. Your other hand rests on his shoulder as you stand on tip-toes, sealing the gap between your lips.

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He's running. He feels the lack of oxygen in his lungs as his feet hit the cement in a hurry. The watch glares at him with a dull 5:55 am when the cool air surrounds him again, he feels secure. Grace motions to the corner and his signature million-dollar grin makes an appearance when he sees you reading. The feeling of familiarity swirls in his mind, and all the darkness fades into the past.

#cmmsecretsanta #bucky #bucky barnes #bucky x reader #cop bucky #james barnes #cop au #marvel #mcu

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spectacletheater · 5 years ago

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And just in time to promote How the Sky Will Melt for tomorrow + Cat Effekt and the Motern series for Saturday + Automobilux etc, here's the latest Spectacle Radio on video (without the video).

Spectacle Radio ep.54 :: 05.13.20 :: What's buggin' you Nino? Motern Media Movie Orchestra - Monsters, Marriage, and Murder in Manchvegas // Ennio Morricone - H2S Main Titles // (Cat Effeckt) // Hal Hartley - Opening credits from Amateur // Bombs Aren't Cool // J.R. Bookwalter - Left For Dead (The Dead Next Door) // Matthew Wade - (How the Sky Will Melt) // Motern Media Movie Orchestra - Incidental Music #4 (Don't Let the Riverbeast Get You) // David Shea - Enter the Dragon (Dial H-I-S-T-O-R-Y) // (Cat Effekt) // Ran Slavin - Distant Lights (Insomniac City) // Bowery Electric - Fear of Flying (Automobilux) // Patrick McGuinn - End Titles from Desert Spirits // (A Day on GOD Island) // Marc Strange - (Isabel) // (Project Nightmare) // Aleksandr Zatsepin - Planet sheleziaka (Mystery of the Third Planet) // Giullermo Portabales - El Carretero (Dial H-I-S-T-O-R-Y) // (How to Shoot a Crime) (Alma Punk) // Dead Kennedys - Holiday in Cambodia (Double Take) // Strangers in the Night (Kin-Dza-Dza) // Lee Dowell - Black Belt (Teenage Gang Debs) // (Onibaba) // Aleksandr Zatsepin - Following govorun (Mystery of the Third Planet) // Pierre Clementi - menacing opera (Clash)

liner notes:-About half of the tracks in the first block were recorded by the the directors themselves!-This includes Matt Farley's delightful scores for the films he makes with Charles Roxburgh. Because I'm a little late to this party, I had to feature cuts from two of the films we've shown already BUT you can catch two more of their films this Saturday, May 16.-H2S is a totally bizarre and messy film, but Morricone delivers some really notable postmodern dissonance AND a great love theme we'll get around to playing eventually.-The words in Russian seem to be about running up and down the street.-Bombs Aren't Cool was a music video film creation of a bunch of Sounth Bronx teens and filmmaker Joan Jubela. From the archives of the XFR Collective, and their Earth Day program-J.R. Bookwalter created his own score for The Dead Next Door on an 80s Amiga. There's also a great Akron-based new wave band that we'll include sometime.-Matthew Wade's scores for his own films are all great, and How the Sky Will Melt is no exception. Catch it this Friday, May 15!-Automobilux is a feature experimental film by Spectacle's own Garret Linn, and 90s shoegaze great Bowery Electric provided the whole soundtrack. Coming soon.-A Day on GOD Island is essentially a vacation home video by Sogo Ishii, but Balinese landscapes set to gamelan is very soothing.-Northern gothic canadian thriller Isabel features songs written and played by the lead actor.-Mystery of the Third Planet showed in our series on Soviet childrens' programming a few years ago.-If you missed Dial H-I-S-T-O-R-Y, it's fortunately streaming free on the director's site.-How to Shoot a Crime was part of our series of Chris Kraus' films in early 2013.-Black Belt was an original 60s pop number, with its own dance(!!), from Teenage Gang Debs, which we showed back in April-Clash was our feature presentation following the radio show, kicking off the new show + film format.

(This week's image is the Magic Wink system from Matthew Wade's How the Sky Will Melt, the ideal format for experiencing the show)

#Spectacle Radio #mixtape #soundtrack #film score

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andidrewrose · 5 years ago

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And I drew roses

Andrew Rose

Information

Name : Andrew Cole

Surname : Courtenay Rose

Nickname : Andy, Drew

Title : Earl of Carlisle

Age : 20 years old, coming for his 21st

Nationality: British

Sexual orientation : Bisexual

Activities : Painting, drawing, fencing, horse riding, reading, learning

House : Napoleon

Major : Psychology

Year : 3rd

Story

Andrew was born in England, to a white wealthy earl father and a black British-Caribbean mother.

He has an older sister who is studying politics at Oxford, and a little brother who is still in high school.

He grew up in their family mansion located in a town in the countryside. Until he was height.

He accidentally killed his father in the woods during an archery practice when he was eight years old.

Their neighbours accused his mother for the crime, became very racists towards what was left of this family, forcing the Courtenays to move from town. They ended up in a town called Whitney.

When his father died, they lost most of the family’s incomes and everyone tried to suck money out of them in every way they could. Their status went from very wealthy to high middle class.

His father’s mother didn’t really want to help the daughter-in-law she never liked, but she loved her grandchildren and offered to pay for their education if she could see them regularly.

When going to their grandma’s, which was a whole floor of the castle she ran, Andrew used to take fencing lessons and do some horse riding, along with going to parties. With his grandmother could have a taste of the aristocracy life he missed when he killed his father.

He was desperate to quit England for any other country. With the advice of his mother and grandmother he chose Astor Academy to learn psychology. (full story at the end)

Facts

Due to the big trauma he endured as a child, Andrew has been struggling with mental health his whole life.

He draws and paints since the accident. He also started doing graffiti when he was a teenager. This is one of his way of coping.

His grandmother sells his paintings to her friends and to some amateurs by exposing them in her castle.

One of his recurrent pattern in his paintings are red dots, a vivid image from the accident.

One unhealthy way was drugs, when he was in high school. He finally realized it wasn’t what he needed when coming to Astor Academy.

His real drug is danger, despair, and the adrenaline that comes with it. He realized he only felt alive when he was facing his death.

Psychology is his major because he has a history with psychologist and psychiatrists and he feel like he needs to help other children like him. He wants to specialize in Child Psychology.

He has a british accent.

He took his mother’s name when enlisting for Astor, as a way to let this tragedy and a part of himself behind him.

No one knows that he killed his father. And doesn’t want to tell anybody.

Character

Most of the time, Andrew is pretty chill. He likes to hang out with people, without being too outgoing.

In a group, he won’t be the most talkative one, but he will never miss an opportunity to make a sarcastic comment. As youngsters say, he is “fluent in sarcasm”.

He likes to tease his friends, making them laugh and laughing with them.

He will gladly play along with someone’s prank or act.

He makes sure to always compliment his friends when they do something that needs complimenting, for their work, their outfit, their ideas, their good actions...

He’s not easy to anger, but he can be easily annoyed.

He is very good-mannered and polite. His “posh” vibes are always fighting with his “hooligan” vibes.

He doesn’t want anyone to know he has a title and that he comes from aristocracy. He tells everyone he’s from an average rich family.

When it comes to him, his feelings and his past, he’s very secretive. Which can make him look like he’s being mysterious.

If he is going through a depressed phase, he can be very moody.

If you get him on a topic that he has strong opinions or that he is passionate about, he would gladly talk hours about it.

He takes his studies seriously, and even if he likes to go out, you will often see him in the library or his room studying.

/tw : sh\ Though he doesn’t harm himself anymore, he is drawn to self-harming situations, aka dangerous ones. He will seek a way to make himself pay for what he did.

Interpretation of the character based on the information given on the skeletons (one paragraph):

Made-up confidence. Perfect appearance. Wit and sarcasm. His smile can charm but, no matter how good he is at controlling everything about himself, attempting to reach for the boy he was, his eyes don’t fool anyone. Truth is, Andrew has never really been well since the incident. He has rarely felt alive at all. Seeking comfort in everything he could, alcohol, drugs, sex... Anything that may cover the void. But all of this didn’t do it for him. Numbing himself away from reality never really was the solution, even if he was convinced it was, for a moment back in high school. But the emptiness was still there. No, he realized this was not his cure. In order to feel alive, he had to feel like he was pushing himself to the edge of death. Waking his brain the fuck up. Tricking it into thinking he was going to die, so he could have access to this primitive part of his brain, survival mode, that made him feel so alive. Challenge. Danger. Fear. Adrenaline. Desperate hope. However, one who doesn’t really know him couldn’t guess this side of him. He seems so charming and sweet...

His only healthy way of copying mechanism is art. Painting. Graffiti tags. Leaving a permanent mark. One that cannot be erased so easily. Greater than oneself. At the end, the final result is the history of every line you made. Either if you meant to trace it or not.

History (give your chosen character a brief background):

It wasn’t supposed to be like this. His life. It wasn’t supposed to go like this.

He was — is — the son of an English earl. Growing up in a respectable family, in the mansion in this lovely english town, with his sister and brother, his parents, the grandparents and cousins never too far away. It should have been a pretty, happy, privileged life.

Living far from the stress and pollution of the city, in a rich town where you grow up with the same people and create unbreakable bonds that will last forever after you all part ways and when you meet, five, ten years later, the friendship and camaraderie never faded away, and you talk about the good old days and how simple were things before. Getting every luxury you would have feel like wanting to have, affording every trip, every piece of clothing, every jewelry, every unnecessary whim. Getting the best education of the country, with special individual teachers, piano, violin, french, german, horse riding, boxing, fencing lessons. Getting into Eton. Not having to bother to acknowledge the price of anything. Having the possibility to do everything you fucking want because money and status can repay for everything, because money can buy everything, and everyone. Meeting the elite of the nation in splendorous parties and gatherings. Being beautiful, handsome and resplendent. Envied. Desired. Feeling powerful and invincible.

But none of this happened to Andrew. Not to his sister, or his brother. All because of him. He is responsible for so many of his family’s problems. And it has always been a burden he had to carry alone. And a fucking big one.

His father died when he was eight. Colin Courtenay was a British noble and business man. He came from a rich family and intended to make his family even richer. He had ambition. He was well respected amongst his peers. He was at the head of a big fortune and when he unexpectedly died, the mess that came as the aftermath was a nightmare.

Colin’s wife, Andrew’s mother, Sarah Courtenay, was already devastated enough by her loss, but she had to bear the accusations that were made against her. This was a little town, and gossip and rumors are the pillars of its life. People knew that Sarah did not came from a family as rich as her husband’s, quite the contrary even, and family’s friends and others would have heard that the couple wasn’t the happiest at the moment. But this was more than gossip, this was real accusations. People in town would accuse her of commanding the murder of her husband. She hired someone to kill her husband in the woods so she would inherit his fortune and title for her son, Andrew. They would spit it at her, along some racist slur directed at her and her children, especially Andrew. From one day to the other, the all town was revealing its true nature. People they considered as friends were turning against them. The harassment wouldn’t stop. They couldn’t live here anymore. They had to get away. All because of him. The thing is, Andrew was responsible for his father’s death.

They first went to some land that was his father’s. But they had to move from there quickly too when the news got to the villagers’ hears. Colin’s mother was also trying to legally take back all her son’s land and wealth, she never trusted her daughter-in-law. She tried to keep the children with her too, but Sarah would never let go of them.

So they quickly moved into a house in Whitney. Sarah, who graduated from college with a science degree, had to find a job, something she hadn’t done since she married Colin. Colin’s investors and associates were stealing money where they could. They threatened her to frame her for her husband’s murder if she tried to take legal actions against them.

Sarah spent years and years fighting for her and her children’s well-being. She was a single mother that came from a poor family from Saint-Vincent, and her husband wasn’t here anymore to protect her, all the rich vultures were trying to have a piece of this meal.

Andrew had to watch her mother’s life, all of their lives, go to ruins. Because of one thing he did.

Her mother and grand parents fed him lies. It’s not your fault honey, it’s not your fault. Maybe they meant it. Or they were better liars than his siblings. The way his sister looked at him was speaking for itself. She saw everything.

Their father’s mother would eventually help them. Only because she still loved her grandchildren and demanded to see them when she pleased. She would in exchange pay their education and teach them how to run her castle and the domain once she will be gone. Even in his grandmother Andrew could feel resentment towards his person.

The boy just wanted to run away from all this.

He tried building himself a new life in Whitney, new friends, girlfriends, boyfriends. But growing up messed up, biracial and bisexual in a group of uneducated boys, he quickly came to conclusion that nothing will ever be normal again, especially not him.

He sought for a way out. And when he found it, he took it. That’s how he ended up studying psychology in America.

The topic of the change of his last name has been brought many time by him to his mother, so people wouldn’t link them to the drama. She considered it more than once, but never went through. She wanted to claim their belonging to this family and her husband’s memory. However, Andrew made his own decision and took his mother’s name when coming to America. A fresh start.

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