#do they try to zap each other with the static shock?

[beneathsilverstars]

i still have to draw clothes but FINISHED MY LOOP BODYCRAFT PROGRESSION...!!!!

headcanon explanations under the cut

Metaphorically, Loop is sort of like a piece of the cloak of The Universe (specifically, a Siffrin piece) pulled into the shape of Siffrin with a star on top. They're also sort of like an artificial well of magic, made out of and perpetually refilled by the stream of wish craft that was triggered by their new wishes.

In practice, their body is made out of pure craft, rather than blood and bone. It's proportioned the same as Siffrin's, but with some details evened out and others omitted, sort of like a barbie doll or spandex suit. Except instead of spandex over a human body, it's a layer of tangible starry craft over pure craft energy. The tangible skin feels a little bit staticky-warm, like touching an old CRT screen, and the fritzies that run across it are a stronger static shock. Since it's a field of energy, any parts of it that touch each other sort of meld together, and the longer they're together the harder it is to separate — never difficult, but the moment of separation is noticeable, like pulling apart weak magnets.

Their head is a field of increasing light and force, again similar to a magnet, but one that repels you. You move your hand into the light and it feels warm; closer, and you start to notice resistance and feel static pins and needles; closer, and the force increases until you feel like you're getting zapped by a prank shock pen and you can't push any farther in. This occurs an inch or so away from where their face would actually be. The shape of their face does still exist in there as a pattern of energy, most concretely around their eyes, but blurring out more towards the bottom of their face and back of their head. Loop can even sort of move the rest of their face — cheek muscles are used to squint the eyes, after all — but if they try to focus on what that physically feels like, it's weirdly numb and fuzzy.

Their chest star is the heart of the well from which their magic springs. It doesn't have the same increasing force field as their head, but if you actually touch it, it's not a physical surface, just pure zap. Not super comfortable for Loop, either, like, that's their soul you're touching.

So! Standard body craft won't work on Loop, because they're not made out of body. But they are made out of the ongoing effects of craft, so precise application of more craft can change them. It just takes a lot more trial and error to figure out how to do it!

First they focus on lessening all the inconvenient weird aspects. By looking at the difference between the diffuse glow of the rest of their head vs the more concentrated area of force around their eyes, they're able to figure out how to solidify the rest of their face a bit as well, so you can get closer before feeling any effect and then you meet resistance/zaps more suddenly. This makes it somewhat possible to see the contours of their face! And makes it feel less weird to them, too. Then they can use a similar technique to reduce the static effect of their skin, so it doesn't meld with itself oddly and the fritzies aren't so severe. They have permanently-separate toes again!

With that done, and a better idea now of how to work with their form, they're able to refine their methods and make use of some modified regular body crafting as well. They further solidify their face, and decide on a haircut to coax the rest of their head into approximating — short, so they don't have to worry about the physics of long strands. It can still be a bit hard to make out their features but the features are all there now, and the range of force so narrow that it feels like touching a solid object, though an oddly electric one that doesn't deform in quite the exact way skin should. And then, since Loop is customizing their body anyway, they do some physical transitioning!

As Siffrin, their body was one familiar constant through a foreign world, so any desire to change it was much smaller than their desire to keep it the same. But as Loop, their body was already utterly changed, so why not change it a bit more? Siffrin wasn't super keen on the organic physicality of the human body, but Loop is desperate to feel human again. So they finish refining details, and add a little body fat, and round it out, and do an even weirder and more magical version of weird magic bottom surgery. The chest is actually the hardest part because that's where their soul star is and it would not be a good idea to fuck with it, but they figure out how to carefully mold the area around it and let the pure magic force between just continue to do its thing.

None of their body works or feels the exact same way a human's would, but it's a pretty good approximation at this point. It's a lot easier to get used to the oddities that are left when they were able to change the worst of it, especially since they feel a lot more in-control now, too. And they can always continue to experiment and refine, or even bring back weird aspects if they want!

[cozzzynook]

Hot Rod and Soundwave's relationship getting serious. Hot Rod nervous about telling Soundwave he could have sparklings.

He would be so nervous to tell Soundwave he could have sparklings, especially the way they would emerge.

On cybertron its natural to rely on hot spots to gift a family or bot a new spark that they guide towards a frame either naturally built by their home or weather phenomenon. Or two or more bots merge sparks to create a new spark and the sire or sires build the frame from raw materials on their home world.

The way he carries a new spark is seen as a disgrace and unnatural since it mimics organics. He can carry from transfluid or spark merging. He’s never done either for fear of accidentally getting sparked and being outed.

Before the war they’d have him offlined for being able to bring life like an organic and now its just either a myth, forgotten, or too taboo to bring up since most were murdered before the war began.

Hot rod is so hesitant to get with Soudnwave because of it and when Soundwave finally does win him over and he asks for Hot rods spark until they both flicker out and join the stars, Hot rod says yea forgetting the most important reason he should’ve said no.

Its not until their conjunx ceremony does he remember when he holds their friends sparkling.

Drift and Ratchet adopted a new spark and Drift just plopped the bitty into Hot rod’s arms. The mech knew Hot rod was really good with bitties of all ages and witnessed Hot rod taking care of a bitty when he thought no bot was looking.

Ratchet knew because Drift showed him the footage and the two wanted the mech to at least admit to his conjunx that he wanted sparklings. Optics don’t lie and the way Hot rod looked at that bitty and their own they just knew he wanted a big family.

Soundwave didn’t speak because he had static throat at the sight of Hot rod looking ethereal and in his element.

Soundwave couldn’t get the picture out of his mind and his intake picked such an awkward time to ask Hot rod after they’d locked onto each other.

“Do you want to have sparklings with me?”

Soundwave could see and hear Hot rod’s world shatter and he couldn’t back track fast enough to try soothing him before the other burst into tears trying to hide them.

Soundwave had to play back Hot rods words a few times in his memory core before he finally understood what his weeping conjunx was saying.

“You’ll leave if you know.”

“My spark, I’d never.”

“But..”

“If you can’t have sparklings, us adopting is still us having our own sparkling.”

“I know. I know that…but”

“But?”

“I can have sparklings.”

Soundwave was confused at that but he wanted his conjunx to calm down and feel safe enough to say it. He didn’t like that as the silence stretched Hot rod tried pulling away.

“I…carry…”

“Okay,” Soundwave soothed gently, listening.

“I carry like an organic.”

His optics went dead almost and Soundwave fought the urge to zap both their sparks at the shock and fear permeating the room.

“You’re a tank carrier?”

Soundwave remembers the discovery, the deaths, the prejudice and laws and lost lives that helped further decepticons to fight.

He remembers the frames left on the streets as a warning and the sparklings that didn’t get a chance at life.

He remembers.

He remembers all of it.

“Soul of my spark,” Soundwave wrapped his arms tight around his conjunx pulling him in close. Exposing his life as Hot rod automatically did the same, a sign of trust, comfort, acceptance, shared pain to ease the burden and a show of unfaltering love.

“I would be honored to have you bear my offspring and gift me sparklings. It would be my pleasure to have you as not only my conjunx, but the carrier of my sparklings and giving us more of a family using your own frame in such a taxing and painful way.”

“There is nothing that could ever make me hate you,” Soundwave declared, keeping their sparks pressured but unmerging.

“You are my soul,” Soundwave kissed as Hot rod sobbed into him feeling a myraid of emotions he never once thought he was ever worthy of being granted, “nothing about you is wrong to me.”

[stuck-in-the-ghost-zone]

MACKEREL. b4 i go 2 bed and forget. ik u might have talked abt it? but i would love ur thoughts on mark & tide power shit.... insanely scary 2 me that they can team up now. idea of them fighting at All is insanely scary? can they like Mass Electrocute People now? hello electrical safety!! i think downed power line in a flash flood really does convey what i think of them. but u also r the resident tidalwave guy. so. eyes emoji!!! ok goodnight <33

oh my god..... im the resident tidalwave guy...... that's so much power and I will NOT use it responsibly <3

powerline in a flash flood is EXACTLY how I picture their powers interacting btw. god.. it's so scary on BOTH sides because like. can you imagine the fucking collateral damage when they fight EACH OTHER?????? that's a "holy shit clear the city block or else" kind of power interaction I think. I think Tide instead of making big waves would probably try to condense his power into smaller like... bubbles? projectiles? separate objects so there isn't like. widespread electric charge throuhj all of his water. u know what's also cool. I still haven't made my post abt this because it's literally just me waxing poetic about wetsuits of all things BUT. I think tides costume is built like a Wetsuit But More which means the majority of the outside layer is probably neoprene which is resistant to electric currents. so like. it works out so perfect. he's not immune to being zapped obv bbut I think he can tank one or two direct hits before it becomes a problem . I think there was a really embarrassing fight really early on in their rivalry where mark realized a lot of his gadgets were Not Waterproof so he had to get out of there so fast before Tide short circuited all his gear. lmao skill issue.

TEAM UP FIGHTING THOUGH. OOOOOH BUDDY. THE TEAM ATTACKS PROBABLY GO FUCKING CRAZY. i know it wasn't described tjis way in canon but could you IMAGINE if the way they busted through the barrier in ep 38 was by like... tide making a big water fist and punching the barrier and just as it made contact mark electrified it so it shattered on impact....... man....... no but seriously I bet they're so fucking dangerous together. tide can flood a city block. tide can make individual projectiles out of water. imagine you're gonna get hit with pokemon move bubble beam and then it gets turned into fuckign. thunderbolt halfway through.

i imagine they don't necessarily *need* to be in close range, Mark can probably make one of his little disc things that emits an electric charge that he can throw into the water. but because I'm still on my tidalwave shit. picturing them standing like... back to back surrounded by whatever and tide shields them with this big dome of water and mark puts his hands (big gauntlets) on it to electrify it..... do u see the vision here. ifk man it's like 3am im just making shit up. I think. the first time they kiss tide get static shocked so bad.

[thenihilistofthevoid]

Through A Mirror Darkly

(A starter for @the-winter-dork-rp)

“I’m almost done... Blocking off the wifi chips in that old arm of yours has done wonders, the code is regenerating nearly as fast.” He offered, his eyes closed as pulses of blue light flickered from his fingertips into Bucky’s temple, his hands as steady as a rock. “I’m still developing a way to stop them resending it or letting it repair entirely, it’s complicated... Like trying to do a Rubik’s cube in gardening gloves, I don’t have enough flexibility or understanding.” The mutant promised, the vein in his forehead pulsating harder. It was like peeling an onion made of glass, each layer so fragile and beautiful. The human mind was complex and beautiful, Bucky’s moreso than most to the beholder anyhow. There was a sudden zap, like a jolt of static running through both of them. “Ow! Synaptic backfire, should have stopped earlier. I don’t like leaving the job undone but I’m exhausted and soldiering on will just cause another 2 day migraine and I’m sure Shuri’s tired of my requests for Sumatriptan and a dark, silent room with a comfy bed. You should be okay.” He promised, kissing the other’s forehead and getting up, rubbing his temples and unaware the staticy shock had disrupted his delicate work like a small child kicking down a sandcastle.

[thisissooriginal]

THROWDOWN! - Pikachu vs Static Shock

TODD: "Ladies and gentlemen, welcome back to THROWDOWN! It's time for our next match of the evening, and this one is sure to be electrifying! In one corner, we have the plucky Pokémon that's been Ash Ketchum's faithful companion for years - Pikachu!"

The crowd cheers as Pikachu bounds into the arena, sparks flying from its rosy cheeks. It looks around, its ears perked up in excitement.

TODD: "And in the other corner, we have the one and only Static Shock, the hero from Dakota City with the power to control electricity!"

Static Shock steps into the arena, his eyes crackling with blue energy. He smirks at Pikachu, crackling his knuckles.

STATIC SHOCK: "Hope you're ready to get zapped, little guy. This won't be a walk in the park for you."

Pikachu narrows its eyes, its cheeks glowing even brighter.

BOMHOFF: "And here we go, folks! Let the battle begin!"

The two combatants circle each other warily, looking for an opening. Suddenly, Static Shock darts forward, his fist crackling with electricity. Pikachu dodges to the side, narrowly avoiding the blow, and retaliates with a powerful Thunderbolt attack.

The stadium lights flicker as Pikachu unleashes a torrent of electricity, but Static Shock raises a force field just in time, deflecting the attack.

STATIC SHOCK: "Nice try, little guy. But you're going to have to do better than that!"

Static Shock responds with a blast of his own electricity, but Pikachu dodges and retaliates with a swift Quick Attack, slamming into Static Shock with blinding speed.

TODD: "Wow, what a move! Pikachu's Quick Attack is one of the fastest moves in the game, and it looks like it caught Static Shock off guard!"

But Static Shock isn't one to be taken down so easily. He recovers quickly, and with a flick of his wrist, he sends a wave of electricity surging towards Pikachu.

Pikachu braces itself and takes the hit head on, but it's clear that the attack has taken a toll. Its movements become slower, and it looks like it's starting to tire.

BOMHOFF: "Pikachu's starting to wear down, folks. Can it pull off a victory, or is Static Shock going to take this one?"

Static Shock moves in for the final blow, raising his hand to deliver a devastating lightning strike. But at the last second, Pikachu leaps forward, surprising Static Shock with a powerful Iron Tail attack.

There's a loud crunch as Pikachu's tail collides with Static Shock's arm, and the hero cries out in pain. The shock of the impact knocks Static Shock off balance, and he falls to the ground, defeated.

TODD: "And there you have it, folks! Pikachu with the stunning victory over Static Shock!"

BOMHOFF: "What an incredible match! Both combatants gave it their all, but in the end, Pikachu's Iron Tail was just too much for Static Shock."

The crowd cheers as Pikachu bounds around the arena, its rosy cheeks still crackling with electricity. The camera zooms in for a close-up of its triumphant expression, and the announcers sign off for the night.

TODD: "Well, that's it for this episode of THROWDOWN! Join us next time for even more epic battles, and who knows who will come out on top?"

BOMHOFF: "That's right, folks. Anything can happen on THROWDOWN! See you next time!"

[scarlett-vixen]

im requesting these for my siblings so uhhh if i can. E for beelzebub and Z for asmodeus? both fluff? is that okay?

Ari this is so cute 🥺 requesting for siblings <3 I hope you’re doing well I haven’t seen you in a while. I’ll do Beel in a separate post

Prompt: Z - Zap

Pairing: Asmodeus x gn!reader

Genre: Fluff

Each time Asmodeus asked you to hang out you were always a little hesitant, frequently asking “what’s the catch?” assuming there was an ulterior motive.

Majority of the time there was none, Asmo just liked hanging out with you and rarely got a chance to. Other times there was a small catch, typically involving you and a new skin care routine or hair style.

This was one of those times.

“Asmo, I don’t think it fits…” you managed to squeak out as the tight knit shirt you wore suffocated you.

“It should fit! I know what styles work for you darling, did you put it on wrong?” The fifth born questioned from the other side of the curtain.

You paused before answering, not wanting to come off snarky but how could you possibly put a shirt on wrong? You peeled the shirt off and replaced it with your normal one, feeling instant relief and pulling the curtain back to glare at Asmo.

“Why am I doing this again?”

“Becaaaause, I went shopping for myself and found a bunch of cute outfits for you!!” The avatar of lust had a habit of doing this. He would go out for a few hours and then return with a mountain of shopping bags.

In a way you felt like a giant dress up doll for the fifth born, though you didn’t really mind. He meant well and never forced you to try on or wear anything you didn’t want to.

“This is the last one I promise!” Asmo held the shirt out to you. He had mastered the pleading eyes and pouting lips long ago knowing they worked on you.

You grabbed the shirt and closed the curtain again before looking closer at the shirt in your hands. A pastel pink sweater, the color wasn’t really your style but it was definitely Asmo’s. You could feel the static building inside the abomination, dreading the task of pulling it over your hair and onto your skin.

You hated it the minute it was all the way on, it felt like you were wearing some poor creature. You could hear the static popping every time you moved, convinced you would electrocute yourself on the next thing you touched. You gave a few quick hits on the curtain, making sure it wouldn’t shock you, then ripped it back to face the demon you cursed you with the pink monstrosity.

“Asmodeus there is a naked sheep running around somewhere! Give this back to them!!” You pulled at the sweater to emphasize your words.

“Oh hush!! You look absolutely precious!” Asmo reached out to grab your hands. The instant his fingers brushed against yours he was zapped by the heavy static electricity that had been gathering while trapped inside the sweater. “OW!”

The fifth born reeled backwards, pulling his hand in close to his chest, a look of betrayal in his eyes.

“If you don’t like it then just tell me! But there’s no reason to use magic and zap me!” You could hear the pain in his voice. It took you a second to realize he wasn’t joking, he actually thought you had done that on purpose.

“Asmo it was an accident, I’m sorry! It’s just from all the static in this dang puff ball I’m wearing” you gave the sweater another tug in frustration.

“Accident!? How do you accidentally use magic to hurt someone!” He huffed, still caressing his hand.

“Magic? Do…do you not know about…static electricity?”

“Of course I do… but explain it to me again just to be sure…” Asmo looked you up and down, not entirely believing that you had harmed him on accident.

“Material like this sweater gathers static, humans can carry that electrical charge and then when we touch another object the electricity is transferred or discharged and usually results in a shock.” You watched his face switch from betrayal to confusion.

“What do you mean humans carry electricity?? That’s not normal!”

“Says the demon who can charm people with his eyes…” You chuckled. “I promise I didn’t do it on purpose, can you forgive me?”

Asmodeus shifted on his feet, he couldn’t stay upset with you for long, he had too many plans for the two of you.

“Fine…but take that THING off before you touch me again!” Asmo picked a nearby shopping bag and opened it towards you “I’m returning it first thing tomorrow, I won’t let you wear something that won’t let me hold your hand!”

[wh0rephobic]

aight, hear me out: bondage with wires that william controls and zaps you a little? separate ideas: but also home wrecker reader maybe michaels friend? who left her stuff at his house and encounters william when she takes back her stuff when michaels in school? 7 + 20 please omg!! i hope you’re doing well btw and i’m sorry if i will be spamming u with will thirsts. enjoy ur holiday! 🎧

1. BONDAGE WITH WIRES???? ur brain is so huge. like not even actual shocks just little like static levels of pain just to get you high on the feeling of it as william does whatever he wants with you. william tying your hands to the bed and draping a wire over your chest to shock your nipples while he eats you out

2. home wrecker reader “accidentally” leaving stuff at the aftons home and it slowly gets more suggestive to where eventually you’re leaving like red lacy panties and shit 😭 and sometimes “forgetting” where you hid them so you’ve gotta bend over and grunt or whimper in a hard to reach spot, letting your skirt ride up juuust enough to work up william… and this goes on for WEEKS behind michaels back, planned all so perfectly to his schedule so that he will never find you seducing his dad. eventually both you and william are fed up and end up just devouring each other one of the times that you come over and it goes overboard leaving you stranded in williams bedroom when michael comes home from school, trying to get out without him knowing you’re there. (he knows)

3. 7 + 20 OFC!! for who tho D: & thank you thank you thank youuu always love hearing from you 🎧 anon <3

[handy-dandy-monster-candy]

Magnolio, part Two

Rating: SFW Length: 1840 Pairing: Cursed Male Werewolf x GN Reader

The second half of my commission for my dearest Ana.

xxx

When you wake up the next morning, it’s with a headache borne of too little sleep. You groan and drag yourself out of bed, shambling to the bathroom and going through your morning routines. You’re halfway through brushing your teeth when you hear singing coming from inside your house, and you nearly have a heart attack before you remember your strange experiences the night before. Was that not just a dream?

You peer out of your bathroom with your toothbrush in hand, then creep out into the hallway and decide to investigate in the direction the sounds are coming from. As you get closer, you hear what sounds like someone cooking breakfast, though they’re nowhere near your kitchen. Instead, they’re coming from the sofa in front of the tv, where you’d placed the mirror the night before and set the tv onto the Discovery channel. When you come around the sofa to stand in front of it, you see Magnolio cooking over a rustic wood stove in his mirror world, shimmying a cast iron pan over the fire and singing in what you can only assume is Italian as he works.

“Good morning,” you say after a moment, sitting on the coffee table in front of the tv.

Magnolio startles but recovers quickly, beaming at you from his kitchen and carefully plating up what looks like a hefty serving of thick-cut bacon. “Buongiorno!” he calls back, bringing his plate of food over to where his mirror rests—his dining table, from the looks of it. “Did you sleep well?”

“Not really,” you reply, putting your toothbrush in your mouth and getting up to take his mirror to the kitchen. “I was awake pretty late last night talking to you. I thought it was a dream, but I guess you’re as real as it gets.”

“I’m afraid so,” Magnolio replies with a sigh, sitting down with a roll of crusty bread and breaking it open. He watches you curiously as you brush your teeth at the kitchen sink, then follows you with his eyes as you bustle around getting food together to eat. “What’s that?” “Cereal,” you say, pouring milk into your bowl and sitting at the counter to eat.

“Is that all you’re eating?” Magnolio asks, frowning at you over his plate of meat and eggs. You wave your spoon at him as though gesturing grandly with a royal sceptre. “Depression fare, my glassy friend.”

Magnolio looks stricken. “There’s a recession?”

“What? No. I’m depressed,” you say, crossing your legs beneath yourself on the counter. “My brain doesn’t produce the right chemicals to keep me happy and capable of things like, y’know, cooking and shit. The most I do is use the microwave to heat up burritos.”

“That won’t do,” Magnolio murmurs, frown returning in full before his face clears into a smile. “Once I’m free, I will cook for you. My ancestors would come back to haunt me if I left someone hungry.”

“You don’t have to,” you reply, feeling distinctly uncomfortable. “I know how to cook, I just… don’t.”

“All the more reason for me to do it for you. It costs me nothing at all. I would be happy to do it for the rest of my life, if it made your life better.”

“Well, thanks, I guess,” you mutter, keeping your eyes on your cereal so you don’t have to look up into Magnolio’s sunny brown eyes. This is so weird.

You leave Magnolio in front of the tv again when you head off to work, but you find it hard to focus once you’re there. Even coffee doesn’t seem to help you as much as it usually does, and as you do inventory, you can’t help but wonder if the man is doing alright with nothing but re-runs of Deadliest Catch for company. You have to admit that it’s nice to have something to look forward to at the end of the day, and catching up with Magnolio becomes that for you. You begin putting together playlists of documentaries after he decides he prefers the History channel, and you listen to him babble about what he learned that day as you go about your chores at home, smiling to yourself as you play video games with him beside you. He tells you stories from Sicily and Austria and France, and he even begins to teach you Italian when you ask him to—a request which delights him.

You look into therapists and consider medication after Magnolio initiates a long talk over your dinner of cold nachos and root beer for the second night in a row. You know you haven’t been taking care of yourself, and you tell yourself that you don’t care, until Magnolio looks at you with tears in his eyes and a plea on his lips. You sit together and create a grocery list of healthy foods for you to buy on your next shopping trip, and you hesitantly begin to try new recipes with Magnolio’s enthusiastic support—nothing too wild, but good enough that you start to feel better about what you’re putting into your body.

The days and nights go by in a blur of constant chatter between the two of you, from early in the morning until late into the night. You never thought yourself much of a talker, but you never seem to run out of things to talk about with Magnolio, and he’s always happy to speak with you even when you both would be better off getting rest. Eventually, the day of the full moon rolls around, and when you put your keys on the hook by the door after a stressful day at work, you find that you want nothing more than to see Magnolio’s face. You can hear the tv droning on in the living room, but you don’t hear Magnolio’s usual cheerful greeting when you close the door behind you.

The mirror is empty.

“Magnolio?” you call, confusion giving way to concern when there’s no response. “Maggie? Where are you? Answer me, please.”

You hear what sounds like the whine of a dog, and you’re confused all over again until a dark shape appears in the mirror. Staring back at you is the face of a wolf, but stranger—more angular in places and rounder in others. It’s also huge, taking up a good portion of the bottom of the mirror from where it’s peering at you as if you might slap it right on the snout at any moment.

You blink. Rub your eyes. Blink again, then plop down on the coffee table in front of the mirror with a rattle of the glass on wood beneath you. “You’re a fucking werewolf?”

“I didn’t want to tell you,” Magnolio moans, his voice laced with that canine whine that tugs at your heartstrings. “I thought you would get rid of me if you knew.”

“You trusted me with ‘man in the mirror’ but not ‘werewolf’?” you waspishly reply, struggling to keep your temper out of your tone.

“You never asked why the villagers wanted me dead,” Magnolio points out, ears drooping down and back. “I was going to tell you tonight, but you came home later than usual.”

“There was overtime at work—fuck, who cares about that, you’re a werewolf. How am I supposed to get you out of the mirror now?”

Magnolio’s ears flicker back up. “You still want to free me from the mirror?”

“Well, yeah, unless you plan on eating me.”

Down again, this time flat against his head as his amber eyes narrowed. “I would never! Humans taste ghastly, let alone the weight on my conscience.”

You snort. “Oh, the weight on your conscience. Nice to know I don’t look like a pork chop.”

“Oh! Did you know? I learned today, humans are referred to as ‘long pork’ among cannibals, because they allegedly taste like—“

“Don’t finish that sentence. I’m still supposed to kiss that mouth.”

Magnolio fidgets in place, clawed hands coming up to groom the dense fur at his neck in a way that you can only assume is self-soothing. “You would still have to do it under the light of the moon.”

You purse your lips at this predicament, getting up to take him with you into the kitchen. You ponder as you pull a container of leftovers out of your freezer, tossing it into the microwave and pacing in your kitchen. “There’s the window in the living room, but I don’t trust that someone won’t just straight up walk in on me making out with a werewolf and call the cops.”

“What is ‘making out’?”

“Not important. The only other window that can get good moonlight is upstairs in my bedroom. We’ll have to do it there.”

“I’ve never been in your bedroom,” Magnolio comments thoughtfully, finding his pendant in the ruff of his neck and toying with it between two fingertips. “Yeah, well, prepare to be underwhelmed,” you mutter, shrugging out of your uniform jacket and tossing it over the back of the nearest chair. Once the microwave beeps, you try to take your time eating, prolonging the inevitable as your nerves fray. It all seems so sudden, now, though you know you’ve had weeks to prepare. Once you’re done, you do the dishes and then haul Magnolio upstairs into your bedroom, where you prop him up against your dresser.

Magnolio looks around curiously, taking in the rumpled sheets on your bed, the clothing on your “floordrobe”, the cups on your nightstand. “It’s bigger than I thought it would be,” is all that he murmurs, and for that, you’re grateful.

“Second only to the living room,” you say, sighing softly and frowning when you catch a whiff of your breath. You stand up and hurry out of your bedroom, barely hearing Magnolio call out behind you.

“Where are you going?”

“To brush my teeth!” you shout back, turning on your bathroom faucet. “My breath smells like calamari!”

Magnolio’s laughter brings a smile to your face. You brush your teeth twice and dig out some mouthwash for good measure, and only then do you return to your bedroom to kneel in front of Magnolio’s mirror. Moonlight makes the silver decorations gleam as you look into each others’ eyes, and when you lean in, Magnolio moves to meet your lips. You feel a tingle and a snap as though zapped by a static shock, and in the next moment, you have your arms full of a very big werewolf.

“I’m out!” gasps Magnolio, touching the floor of your bedroom with something approaching reverence as his tail wiggles behind him.

“You’re out!” you laugh, helplessly cupping his big, furry face in your hands. “Welcome back, Mags.”

Magnolio beams, baring all of his sharp teeth before he presses his lips to yours again. “Oh, shit, I’m sorry,” he says when he draws away, tail stilling. “You probably don’t feel the same way. I shouldn’t have—”

“Don’t finish that sentence,” you tell him, and kiss him until his tail beats against the floor.

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You Saved Me - Derek Hale x fem!reader part 12

So I wanted to send out a warning that there is some spicy content. And I needed help from a friend ( @lusciousmalfoy67 ) with the spicy because.... I am ✨nervous✨. It’s there, there’s the warning. Spicy. 

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My scream rang through the empty building, the same building from the vision. It had turned out to be a railway depot that had been foreclosed. 

Derek rushed me inside, “Isaac, grab the chains.” Isaac looked at them, hesitating to grab them. 

“NOW!” Derek roared, his eyes blazing red. Isaac grabbed the chains, handing them to Derek. I was on the floor, writhing in pain. My bones cracked and ached, my back arched off the concrete floor. 

“(Y/N), you have to breathe.” Derek’s face filled my vision, “Just give into to the change.” I could feel Isaac wrapping the chains around my hands. I squeezed my eyes shut and my scream turned into a loud, ear splitting roar. 

-

When I woke up, I felt the familiar feeling of my blankets around me. So I had made it home somehow. There was someone playing with my fingers gently, running their thumb over my knuckles. I opened my eyes looking and saw Derek there. He was leaning up against the bed frame, one arm wrapped around me and the other holding my hand. 

“How are you feeling?” He asked, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. 

I inhaled deeply, “I feel okay, only a little bit like I was hit by a bus.” 

“Do you remember anything?” 

“No, I just remember that it hurt. What did I do?” He shifted us so that he was down beside me on the bed. 

“Well, when Isaac was wrapping the chains around your hands you threw him across the room. Then you got up, roared, tried to go outside. So I had to body slam you through a wall, we fought for a while until you eventually knocked yourself out hitting a pole.” 

I nodded, “That would explain it, wouldn’t it. Is Isaac okay?” 

“Yeah, he’s fine. He’s laying low at the depot until it all blows over.” I nodded, turning into his body so my head rested on his chest. 

“I talked to Deaton. He said my parents did a spell that would halt the change.” I looked up at him, “It also takes away my memories of anything werewolf related. So... I wanted to ask... Did we know each other?”

Derek took a deep breath and closed his eyes, “Yes, we did. We were friends. I came to see you after the fire, your parents told me to leave you alone.”

Laura waited at the end of the sidewalk that led to the (Y/L/N)’s house while Derek walked up to the front door, knocking hard. (Y/N)’s father opened the door. 

“Is-Is (Y/N) home?” He asked, a slight tremble in his voice. Her father sighed.

“Derek,” He looked up, “Laura,” He looked back to Derek, “We are so sorry about what happened to your family. But we can’t let you see her. And from now on, you need to leave her alone.” 

“Wh-what? Why? What did I do?” Without realizing it, his eyes had turned blue.

“Right there, that’s why. Hunters will see that, follow you here, and destroy our family. We have a good deal with the Argents, you understand.” 

“But... Please, she’s my friend.” 

“Not anymore.” Her father closed the door. Derek panicked, slamming his fists against the door. 

“Wait! I need to say goodbye! Please! (Y/N)!” He shouted. 

Laura pulled his hands from the door, turning him so he faced her. 

“Enough. We need to go.” She pulled him towards the car.

The vision ended and I bit my lip. 

“We left for New York after that.” 

I held my head, “But... I remember you at school after the fire.” 

“The spell your parents did took your memories and replaced them with fake ones. You remember seeing me in the halls, but I wasn’t there.” 

“I can’t imagine how alone you felt, I’m sorry.” I wrapped my arm around his waist. 

“It’s not your fault.” He was looking up at the ceiling, playing with a piece of my hair. 

“It explains a few things. Our interaction at your house when you gave me your jacket makes so much more sense now.” 

“When I saw you there, I thought...Maybe when you got hurt in the parking lot it had dropped the spell, you came to see me. But I could tell that you didn’t recognize anything besides someone you vaguely knew.” He looked at me, our faces mere inches apart. 

“I hope the memories come back soon. Now it just feels like something is missing.” 

“Maybe we can do something to help jog your memory.” He said with a sly smile. 

“Like what?” I asked. He turned so he was on his side, his palm sliding over my cheek. I turned on my side as well, staring into his green eyes. They were bright enough to get lost in. So lost that I almost didn’t realize he was leaning closer, not until his lips brushed mine. And in that moment there was a spark. Not like they zap from static but it felt like lightning surging from his lips to mine. It wasn’t painful, it was like feeling butterfly wings against your nose. It felt like the heat of a bonfire. 

He pulled away, his eyes fluttered open, “Did it work?” I shook my head. Feeling bold, I turned him on his back and straddled his hips. He inhaled sharply, his hands resting on my hips. 

“But that doesn’t mean we can’t try it again.” I smiled, slightly breathless. He grinned and sat up, slipping his hands under my shirt and moving his hands over my back as he kissed me again. Derek’s touch warmed my body as if he were made of fire. Our lips were like magnets, only separating when something came between them. The first was my shirt, then his. Derek broke the kiss, his eyes taking in my body. My cheeks flushed under his gaze. He moved in to kiss along the line of my neck, sending shivers down my spine. His lips trailed over my shoulder and across my collar bone drifting down my chest. 

“Is this alright?” He asked softly against my skin. 

“Mhmm” I couldn’t quite articulate anything further. I felt him as he continued moving lower. I gasped involuntarily as I felt his tongue softly flick my nipple which spurred him on. My fingers curled tightly in his thick dark hair as he lightly sucked and kissed my breast. Every touch lit a spark in me, shock waves traveling through my body. Even if my mind wouldn’t remember, it seems my body did. It’s like something placed itself into motion and I was being pressed down into the mattress. Derek hovered above me, one hand propped him up and the other slid down my front, undoing the button and zipper on my pants. He paused again, waiting for my nod for him to continue. I nodded, lifting my hips for him to slide my jeans and underwear off to be tossed to the unknown. My fingers fumbled with his jeans. As I began to slide them off, his breath hitched. He was hesitant... how long had it been since he had....this? 

“Derek, we don’t have to do this if you’re uncomfortable.” 

“No, I’m not going to let her ruin this.” He removed the last of his clothing and there we sat for a moment, bare to the world and each other. Slowly, he laid me back on the bed, the softness of the sheets above me and the firmness of his body above made me lose any uneasy feelings I had. My hands ran up his sides and over his shoulder blades. He leaned down, growling softly in my ear as his hand went south towards my inner thigh. I squeaked a little when his thumb brushed the little bundle of nerves. He chuckled, bringing his hand up and licking his thumb. Cocky bastard. 

“All that for me?” He grinned, positioning himself. My hand ran through his hair, tightening my hold and bringing his attention to my eyes. 

“I may be patient, but not that patient. So-” I was cut off by a sharp gasp as he rocked himself inside. Any other time, it had always been a pleasurable sensation but now it felt like there was loud music playing and the bass was making my chest vibrate with every beat. Derek pressed his forehead against mine, his eyes glowing red. The reflection of his pupils showed me that mine were red as well. This was the ritual. 

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Derek fell beside me panting heavily. My chest rose and fell in rhythm with his. He was laying on his stomach so I could see the triskelion tattoo between his shoulder blades. I turned on my side, tracing it with my finger. He shivered at my touch and hummed. If those dreams from before told me anything, it was that I was on the right path, no matter how hard it was to get here. 

“(Y/N)?” He turned to look at me, his head propped up by his arms. 

“Yes?” 

“I need you to help me today. There’s another person I’m looking at for the pack.”

“Derek,” I sighed, “I don’t think it’s safe to turn more people with the hunters around.” 

“Just come by the hospital with me today. I promise you’ll understand.” I looked at him, thinking if I wanted to continue the Beacon Hills werewolf population. 

“She needs our help.” He sat up, a serious look on his face. 

I nodded, “Okay. Let’s go.” 

*

At Beacon Hills memorial hospital, Derek and I had taken our seats in the waiting area, closer to the treatment rooms. 

“Where did you find this girl anyway?” 

“I heard her ambulance drive by, plus there’s a viral video of her having a seizure and it’s not pretty.” 

I shook my head, “Why are people so cruel? I don’t understand how people have the time or energy to just be that hateful, it must be exhausting.”

“Listen... find Melissa McCall’s voice.” Derek leaned over, whispering in my ear. I closed my eyes, tuning out the voices in the emergency room. 

“It's been a while since we saw you, Erica.” Melissa said kindly, “You were being so good about taking your medication.”

“Are you gonna tell my mom?” 

“Well, I swear I don't want to, but there's this team of lawyers in the back who would break my legs, and I don't know if you've seen my legs, but for a girl my age? They're still pretty hot. So... doctor's gonna be in a minute, okay?”

“Okay.” When I opened my eyes, I saw Mrs. McCall leaving an examination room, placing a chart in its holder outside the door. Derek took my hand, pulling me to the room, closing the door behind us. Derek was looking at her chart that he had taken when we had come out. According to her chart, her name was Erica Reyes. She was a mousy looking girl, her blonde hair was pulled into a ponytail. Her eyes were dull, lined by lack of sleep. She didn’t seem like someone who would stick out in a crowd, but one thing could make her the victim of cruel kids. 

She sat up on the hospital bed, looking worried as two individuals who definitely weren’t doctors came into the room. And of course, Derek was an intimidating person. 

“Lie still.” Derek looked over her chart, “Side effects may include anxiety, waking, acne, ulcerative colitis..." Yeesh!”

“Who are you?” She asked, looking between us. 

“Let's just say we have a... mutual friend. You get a warning right before you have a seizure?”

“It's called an aura. It's-it's like a metallic taste in my mouth.”

“You don't have to lie, Erica. What does it really taste like?” He looked at her seriously.

“...It tastes like blood.”

“What if I told you... that all of this could go away? The side effects, the symptoms... all of it. And what if all those things not only went away, but everything else got even better?”

“How?”

“Let me show you.” He started to walk towards her, but I grabbed his arm before he made it further. 

“Erica, before you say yes. You need to understand that there are consequences. If you are not extremely careful, you will be hunted down. If you don’t learn control, you could kill someone. That’s not something that goes away. So you need to think about this-” 

“I’ll take it. I am tired of being the girl who shakes and pisses herself on the floor. I don’t care about the risks, I can’t live like this anymore, please.” She pleaded. I looked back at Derek, he only nodded. She was so troubled and desperate to be normal, something that I could understand seeing as I was someone who became the town’s pity case. But I could never imagine her life. 

Derek stepped up beside me, his eyes red, “Do you want to give her the bite?” 

“I don’t think I’m ready for that yet.” I turned away, “I’ll watch the door.” I walked out and closed the door. The general chaos of the emergency room covered up the sound of Erica’s scream. 

-

The next day was quiet. I had gotten some flack from Scott and Stiles about Erica and interrogated to find out who the next beta was going to be. And in all honesty, I had no idea who he was choosing next. 

“You honestly don’t know?” Stiles leaned against the doorway of my room. 

“Yes, Stiles, I don’t know.” I said, finishing up an inventory for the lacrosse team. He stomped up behind me, turning me in my chair abruptly so I looked at him. 

“How are you so calm about this? Derek is drawing battle lines and all he sees is power. Who does that sound like?” He raised his eyebrows. I clenched my jaw and stared up at him. 

“He is nothing like his uncle.” 

“Ya know, you’re right. He’s not dead like his uncle. But he’s going to be when Gerard Argent cuts him in half.” He said in an exasperated voice, “You and Scott are important to me. You know that.” I reached up to my locket subconsciously. 

“(Y/N), we found out who the other beta is. Vernon Boyd from the lacrosse team and we think he’s turning him tonight. You have to talk him out of it.” 

“I can’t talk Boyd-”

“Not Boyd, Derek. Scott is going to the skating rink where he works, I’m going to his house to distract him if he’s still there. Please.” I sat back. Stiles was right, Derek was thinking about destroying the hunters, fighting fire with fire. He took the death of the omega personally, and I think that Gerard’s purpose of defending Kate’s memory was also a breaking point. I don’t think he realized that he was putting these kids in danger. 

“Okay, I’ll talk to him.”

“Good.” He said, looking towards the door, “Because Scott is waiting in your car.” A horn sounded outside. 

-

I pulled up outside of the skating rink and shut my car off. Scott looked at me, seeing my hands still gripping the steering wheel. 

“Are you okay?” 

“No. Derek made me believe that he was changing these people because they needed it, but now that I know that he’s changing them for a battle with the hunters?” I looked over at him, my eyes flashing red, “I’m pissed.” 

Scott led the way inside, the skating rink was empty. I could remember when my parents had brought me here for a birthday party. Stiles had fallen on his ass many a’time, even when using the walker. 

“Boyd, we just wanna talk...” His voice echoed through the rink. Somehow walking on the ice wasn’t as hard as it used to be. 

“Hey, come on. Boyd, please. Did Derek tell you everything? And I don't just mean going out of control on the full moons-- I mean everything.” We saw Boyd appear from the other sink of the rink. 

“He told me about the hunters.” Boyd said, not seeming concerned at all.

“And that's not enough for you to say no? Whatever you want, there's other ways to get it.” Scott said incredulously. 

“I just don’t wanna not eat lunch alone every day.” He shoved his hands in his pockets. So Derek’s approach was the closeness of a pack. Isaac wanted power, Erica wanted to be adored, and Boyd wanted friends. 

“If you're looking for friends, you can do a lot better than Derek.”

After he spoke, Derek walked out from behind a Zamboni in the middle of the rink, “That really hurts, Scott.” He looked at Erica and Isaac who followed, “I mean, if you're going to review me, at least take a consensus. Erica, how's life been for you since we met?”

Erica looked completely different than yesterday. Her hair was curled, her outfits looked like they had been taken from a fashion magazine and her makeup...well, she was wearing makeup.

She hummed dramatically, “Hmm. In a word? Transformative.” He let out a roar,  her fangs growing it. 

“Isaac?”

Isaac smirked, “Well, I'm a little bummed about being a fugitive... but, other than that, I'm great.”

“Derek, this isn’t right what you’re doing. You have to know that right?” I tried to find a trace of the man from yesterday but he wasn’t there. 

“I’m doing what’s right for my pack.” He motioned his head to Isaac and Erica.

Scott glanced at me, then back at Derek, “Okay, hold on. This isn't exactly a fair fight.” He sighed. Fighting? I don’t believe Scott mentioned fighting here. But from the stance that Derek held and the energy coming off of him, he wouldn’t step down. 

“Then go home, Scott.” He said in an amused voice. 

“I meant, fair for them.” He said, seeing Isaac and Erica walking towards them. He went down on one knee, punching the ice, sending splintering cracks through it. When he looked up, he had shifted. Derek looked at me and seemed just a little shocked that I had also shifted. He looked betrayed almost. 

“So you’re choosing his side?” He asked. 

“I’m not choosing sides, you’re the one making them.” I growled. Isaac went after Scott, while Erica started towards me. Scott went forward while I went back. From what Derek had said, alpha wounds on betas could be fatal if not treated right, so I didn’t want to hurt Erica. I just had to make sure that I didn’t get hurt by Erica. She swung her claws wildly, I barely dodged each swipe. I grabbed her hands.

“Erica, I don’t want to hurt you.” 

“That’s funny, because I want to hurt you!” She slammed her forehead into mine, sending me skidding back on the ice. When I was trying to stay on my feet, Erica kicked me back into the wall. I slammed my back against the glass, sending cracks up the wall. She smirked at me, grabbing my face in her hand, her claws stabbing into my skin. 

“For an alpha, you really are weak. But don’t worry, once Derek realizes that he created the perfect woman, he’ll come to me, leaving you behind...Poor and pathetic.” 

Now that. That made me want to hurt her. 

Say what you will about Derek and I... But I’ll be damned if I let his sixteen year old girl act like she had any chance with him. I could hurt her, I just couldn’t wound her.

I narrowed my eyes and grabbed her wrist, snapping it away from my face. She looked at me shocked, pain in her eyes. Normally, I would feel terrible. But in this cliché way, I wanted to throw her across the room for even insinuating that Derek would leave me for her. She swung her other hand, claws ready to shred through my face. I grabbed her other wrist. 

“Listen, little girl. I think it’s time you need to sit your ass down!” I grabbed her by her neck, throwing her across the rink towards the Zamboni where Isaac had also landed from Scott. 

“Don't you get it?” Scott shouted in anger, “He's not going this for you. He's just adding to his own power, okay? It's all about him. He makes you feel like he's giving you some kind of gift, when all he's done is turn you into a bunch of guard dogs!”

“Derek, please tell me this isn’t about power. Please tell me he’s wrong.” I plead with him, my face shifting back to normal. I still wasn’t used to the itch that came from the hair growing and leaving my cheeks and jaw. He looked at me, then back to Scott.

“It's true. It is about power.” He walked up to Scott with his claws out. The look in his eyes, that was the same look from the vision. He wanted power and would take down anything that stood in his way. I rushed over to stop him, but he shoved me away as soon as I reached him, sending me across the ice. They began to fight, but Scott was no match for him. He slashed Scott across the stomach, then punched him in the jaw. He sent Scott to the ground, stepping on his chest. Scott sputtered, coughing up blood. I rushed back, grabbing him by the arm and sending him back into the Zamboni. Keeping my eyes on him, I knelt down and looked over Scott who was breathing heavily. He looked in rough shape. 

“You’re making a mistake, (Y/N).” Derek said, cleaning Scott’s blood from his hands with ice shaving from the rink, “A deadly one. Once you realize that, I’ll take you back.” he spread his arms out, “With open arms.” 

“If you ever lay a hand on Scott again, I’ll kill you.” I said through gritted teeth, feeling more pain than anger.

Hurt flashed through his eyes, but he kept the same smirk, “Offer still stands.”

Boyd got down from his seat on the Zamboni where he had watched all of the fighting take place. I helped Scott to his feet. 

“Don't... You don't wanna be like them...” Scott said weakly. 

“You're right...” Boyd lifted up his sweater, revealing the bite mark on his side, “ I wanna be like you.” We were too late. When we were fighting with Isaac and Erica, he must have bit him. I watched as Derek looked back at me before walking with his three betas. They left the arena, the lights going out around us. Scott coughed, his body jerked. I lifted up his shredded shirt. Alpha claws, with festering black wounds. 

“It’s okay, Scott. You’re gonna be okay.” I helped him out of the arena and into the back of my car. I sped out of the parking lot, going well over the speed limit to get to the vet clinic. Hopefully, Dr. Deaton was still there. 

“You’re okay. You have to be okay.” I’m not sure if I was speaking to Scott or me in this situation. But I was panicking. Scott was dying in the back of my car and he is my friend and I couldn’t lose him. Yes, he was a dumb love-sick boy, but he was one of the best friends I could have asked for 

My tires screeched as I parked. 

“Oh thank god he’s still here.” I got out and brought him inside. As if he knew, Dr. Deaton was at the door, rushing me inside. We brought him to the operating table, lifting up his shirt. 

“Why aren't I healing?” Scott panicked. 

“Because it's from an Alpha.” Deaton and I said together, causing us to look at each other. 

“...I think we better have that talk now.”

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Everything I Love About The Man From U.N.C.L.E (2015)

As its the 5 Year Anniversary of The Man From U.N.C.L.E. (2015) being released, I thought I'd compose a list of my favorite things about the film:

The Film

But seriously I actually made a really long list of things I love about it under the cut:

The opening credits

The exposition of Solo's character through Illya's debriefing

The exposition of Illya's character through Solo just calling out Everything about his past

THE CHASE

Rapid Flute Music

"He's trying. To stop. The car." "Why don't you take a shot at him?" "...Somehow, it just doesn't seem like the right thing to do."

Illya being rlly polite to the old lady whose apartment he goes through "Excuse me, dear. I just need to use your back door."

Henry Cavill In An Apron.

Solo taking his little cup off the table before Illya flips it and just looking up at him like ":)"

Gaby!!! I lov she

Ah, the classic "We Have To Pose As A Couple For Some Reason But We Develop Feelings For One Another" trope. Immaculate.

The entire Tension-Ridden conversation between Solo and Illya about women's fashion.

"It won't match." "...It doesn't. Have. To match."

The Nicknames

Cowboy.

Peril.

The whole scene where Illya's talking about the steps.

"Take it like a pussy >:)" "THIS IS NOT THE RUSSIAN WAY."

The entire scene with Tipsy Gaby and Illya

Her vibing in the bc while Illya is sulking is wonderful

The way Illya just let's Gaby lead him and take his hands bc She Is Adorable

she small.... and illya Big

(Well I'm not sure if she's short or if it's just that Armie Hammer Is Fucking Tall but that's beside the point)

"So you don't want to dance... but you want to wrestle." "I dId nOt sAY thAt-"

The a l m o s t kiss where she just fell asleep on him

Illya "I Chug Six Gallons of Respect Women Juice A Day" Kuryakin just carrying her to bed.

"...Goodnight little chop-shop girl."

And the way her pinky stays hooked around his fingers for a second... I'm soft 🥺💖🥺💖🥺

"These - are - Russian - made." "...One second." "..." "These - are - American - made. And very low tech." "...That bowtie doesn't go with that suit."

Illya's wearing a different tie in the next scene. He listened to Solo :)

"Oh... I left my invitation." *CHAOS HAPPENS* *solo pulls out his invitation and fans his face and pretends didn't start All Of That* "Whew! I wonder what they do to people without invitations :0!"

Solo just doing his sneaky thief spy thing at the party to impress Victoria

Illya Doing His Best around Gaby's Gross Uncle

The table trick!

"You put someone in the hospital." "He had soft bones."

THE ENTIRE SCENE AT THE SHIPPING PLACE I could make my own post abt that

But I wont

So

When Illya and Solo both see each other and are just like "...ok so we're doing this."

"You coming? I take top." "I'll take the bottom." AS IF I WASN'T ALREADY SHIPPING NAPOLLA CMON

*Illya almost gets them caught by taking too long with the lock* *solo does it and pulls him in* "Loving your work, Peril."

"Did you turn off alarm?" "Model 7010 doesn't have an alarm." *alarm immediately goes off* "...Loving your work, Cowboy."

The fact that Solo immediately jumps out the window after Illya because They Share The Brain Cell

(It's actually Gaby's)

Solo just being sent FLYING off the boat

("Napoleon Solo is made of GLASS.")

Him just relaxing and eating a sandwich as the Illya's entire boat scene happens in mirror reflections. Vibing.

He eventually goes and saves Illya bc That's What Partners Do

Illya checking the wiretaps he had on Solo to see if he needs help only to hear Noises of Intimacy and he and Gaby look at each other like 👀

The Tracker Scene where Illya reassures her (and it’s SOFT) and there’s some tEnSiOn before Napoleon “Cock-Block” Solo comes in like “All turned on?”

Solo realizing he got drugged and getting all comfy on a couch.

"I've been here before. Last time I fell rather badly and... hurt my head."

Illya swooping in to save Solo like a knight in shining armor.

The way he keeps a death glare on Rudi as he asks Solo if he’s doing okay. 

When Illya steps on the Shocky Zap Zap Pedal and shocks Rudi, and he sees how strong the shocks Solo endured were, and there’s a few seconds where he looks at Solo in horror when he realizes the kind of pain Solo was being subjected to before Illya arrived.

Ok that’s not one of my favorites I just really think about that one alot

Poor Napoleon :(

...Do you think he might have horrible anxiety when it comes to shocks? Even little ones from like... static or a faulty light switch or something?

We’re getting off topic

The entire bit where they’re trying to discuss what to do with Rudy, completely unaware that he’s dying behind them

The fact that Illya tells Solo he should decide what they do with him bc he was the one Rudi tortured

(...If I don’t find a post-movie hurt/comfort fic where Illya tries to help Solo process his Actual Torture From A Nazi War Criminal then I’ll make it mYSELF-)

The classy little song playing as Rudi Catches On Fire

“......Damn, I left my jacket in there.”

The split-screen transitions as the team got on Vinciguerra Island. (I also really liked these in The Factory Scene too)

Illya just THROWING A MOTORCYCLE at the dude who had Gaby.

Illya holding her and being rlly gentle 🥺

The entire jojo-esque explanation of how Solo outsmarted Victoria.

When he let's her keep their ring and they ALMOST kiss but get INTERRUPTED AGAIN-

The Almost-Final Scene where Illya goes to kill Solo and get the disc but Solo returns his watch and he decides not to. It's like... that one action is like the culmination of all the development those two had over the course of the movie and AAAAAA-

The sequel setup... v good now GIMME THE SEQUEL-

...wow typing all this just made me feel like I rewatched it. Maybe I should 👀

Anyway Happy 5th Anniversary TMFU! I'm incredibly grateful that I found out about this movie. It's quickly become a favorite!

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your touch ❋ bambam

word count: 2070

genre: fluff

pairing: reader x bambam

description: it’s like you’re getting shocked every time you touch... what to do when you can’t touch your crush?

[this is a request from anon! I hope you enjoy it :) Hello! I would like to request a got7 scenario based on lullaby English version, the part that Bambam says "lovin' the touch of your fingers"? I know it's a sweet song, but I have been thinking in this part for a while and it can have others meanings, so... You think you can do something based on this?? Thank you for reading, hope you have a good day!]

The first time you touch is in the library when he hands you the book he wants to check-out. His fingers brush yours and he swears he can feel a jolt of electricity running down his body, awakening every nerve inside of him, making every hair stand up in alarm. This is new. Never had Bambam felt something like that, but it is cold outside and you are wearing a fluffy sweater so he shakes it off and blames it on the static. 

“Thank you,” He mumbles, avoiding your fingers when he grabs the book back. 

“No problem,” You smile. “See you in a week.”

“Why?” He automatically asks, frowning. He wonders if you felt it too…

“I’m assuming you’ll come back to return the book,” You say, slowly, as if you might make a mistake any time now, from the way he is looking at you. “Or you can just pay the fine. Your choice.”

He blushes and you hold in the laughter that ticket your throat to come out. He is already embarrassed, you won’t make it worse. Not inside the library, at least. 

“See you,” He sighs in defeat and marches outside, where a group of boys is waiting for him. You know a few of them, having seen them around the building or in some of your classes. Jinyoung is among them and you chuckle when you see him teasing his younger friend, elbowing his ribs and pointing back at you. 

You look at the computer in front of you and at the check-out log. Bambam, you think, rubbing your fingers against each other. Interesting. 

The next time it at the coffee shop, when Jackson pays for the beverages but Bambam is in charge of carrying them. You seem to be everywhere he is and the frustration that comes with it makes him less careful than he should be, hand fully landing on yours as he reaches for his drinks. The intensity seems to have leveled up and he visibly shivers, eyes wide and mouth hanging open. 

“What the fu–“ Bambam pulls back and you flinch with the sudden movement, the coffee cups toppling all over your arm. The hot liquid burns your skin and you are quick to run to the sink, allowing the cold water to relieve you from the pain. 

“Bam, what did you do?” One of his friends asks, but you laugh through the uncomfortableness of your skin, turning back to look at them.

“It was my fault,” You gently dry your arm and take a deep breath, ready to go back to work. “I’ll get you new ones right away.”

This time, you place the cups tray near your end of the counter and slides it to him, making sure to never touch his hand. You might’ve been okay with the feeling, but Bambam clearly wasn’t– getting hurt once was more than enough for you. 

“I’m sorry,” He apologizes, face red. “I didn’t mean to–“

“It’s okay,” Your voice is tight from the pain still, but you really mean it. It’s fine. “I’ll be more careful from now on.”

You both know what you are talking about.

“Me too.”

The third time happens after many other times. Slight zaps here and there upon brief encounters, but the third time, oh man, the third time really messed him up. You meet at the end of the semester party, in one of the many frat houses around campus. The party is bigger than expected and you feel a bit intimidated once you go in, hiding behind your friends at any sign of trouble. A few guys come and go, trying to start a conversation, but you only smile politely at them and grab your friend’s hand, pulling them away with you. This goes on for a while and you are not sure you want to be there anymore, but then Jinyoung sees you and he immediately makes his way to your small group, smiling excitedly to everyone. 

“You didn’t tell me you’d be here!” He whines, pouting cutely right after and you laugh, sure that he is drunk off his ass. You two were friendly, but you wouldn’t say you’re friends. A couple classes together is enough to establish a sliver of a relationship with the man, joking around and talking pithing the confinement of the classroom, but you never really talked to him on the outside; seeing him like this is actually quite funny. 

“I didn’t really know I’d be here either,” You laugh, hand on his shoulder as a way to stop him from swaying too much.

“Come say hi to the guys!” He shouts, eyes wide as if he had had an epiphany. “They really want to meet you!”

“Me?” You ask, allowing him to guide you away. 

“Yeah!” He looks back to smile and his cheeks puff. “Bam talks about you all the time– they are curious!”

Oh, you think. This is new information. 

You reach the group of boys after a while, having to stop every now and then to say hi to someone, but once you do, Bambam’s face is priceless. He has a smile, almost as if he doesn't believe you are there, and yet, there is fear in his eyes. He takes a step back and you just nod at him, making sure that your hands are always behind your back, as if guaranteeing him that he’s safe around you. 

“Y/N,” He breaths out, eyes wide. “Hey.”

“Hey, Bambam,” You smile tightly, suddenly nervous. “Jinyoung brought me here.”

“I see that,” He coughs uncomfortably and then looks around. “Guys, this is Y/N. Y/N, these are–“

“You are the girl that keeps shocking him!” The tallest one shouts, an innocent smile on his face. “We love you! He’s always a mess around you!”

You don’t really know what to say so you just laugh, looking as Bambam downs his drink in one go.

“I’m gonna need more drinks for this,” He mumbles, looking around for beer.

“Me too,” You say, leaning towards him. It breaks your heart when he visibly flinches but what can you do? 

All your friends know about the ‘situation.’ They also know you’ve had a crush on the Thai student for a while now. Actually, everyone knows. You don’t really mind people knowing, to be honest, it’s nothing out of the ordinary. When people asked you about it you simply smile and shrug your shoulders and that’s the end of that conversation, as if you are admitting by defeat, almost like it wasn’t your choice to fall for Bambam. It just happened that way. 

This is supposed to be your romantic moment and you know it– both of you in a party, clearly attracted to each other (or at least you like to interpret the shocks this way,) but something still holds him back. And you don’t know if you should take it personally or not…

“What do you want?” Bambam asks once you follow him to the bar. “We have beer, vodka, tequi–“

“A beer,” You chuckle. Getting plastered and scaring him even further is not in your plans for the night, so you want to drink moderately. “Just… a beer.”

He nods and when he extends the drink to you, you take a moment to find a place you can touch, looking where his hands aren’t covering. With the tips of your fingers you carefully take the bottle, offering him a proud smile after successfully doing it.

“Thank you,” You breaths out, and you feels almost as if the music in the background fades, hearing only his voice. “I-I’m sorry about before I just–“

And you are not sure what exactly he’s going to say because a fight breaks out and people are screaming and running and a body falls on you and it’s instinctual, really, to reach out and grab the nearest person for  balance, but when that person turns to be Bambam, you retract, and your body falls to the ground. Your head hits the floor with a loud thud and people gasp, although you think they are more focused on the two guys punching each other blindly. You are not really worried about it until you heard the rapid steps coming your way, and you look to see that the fights is almost reaching you. 

“Shit shit shit,” You whisper to yourself as you try to get up, but you feel queasy and your legs shake as you try to stand. “Fuck.”

You have about ten seconds to stand, but you just can’t; not like this. Then you feel it– the familiar, powerful shock, running through your body from both your arms to your toes, leaving you gasping for air. Bambam pulls you closer quickly, one arm around your waist and the other holding your head to his shoulder. He turns around, pressing you against the table and shielding you from the oncoming threat. When the fight breaks and people are back to walking around the house, you are still in his arms, too afraid to move and make him step back, but he does it nonetheless. As soon as you feel his arms moving, yours go around him and pull him back to you, the sparkling sensation in your blood fading. 

“Don’t,” You whisper, head leaning back to look him in the eyes. “Don’t move.”

“But they left already,” Bambam frowns, confused.

“I know.” “Oh.”

You sigh. This is just awkward; you can feel how tense he is.

“I’m sorry,” You mumble, untangling yourself from the man. “I know you don’t want to touch me.”

“What?” He frowns again, deeper. “Says who?”

“Uh,” You scratch your head. “Me?”

“And why would you say that?” He gasps. 

“Because you flinch every time we touch,” You shrug. “It’s okay, I understand. It’s the weird shocking sensation and all, but–“

“I just scare easily,” He confesses, hands moving around wildly. “I really, really want to touch you, believe me. I know it’s a dumb excuse, but I wasn’t flinching because I didn’t want to touch you! It was because I was caught by surprise!”

“W-what?” You blush, and he shakes his head. 

“I thought that after the first shock, it wouldn’t happen anymore; thought it was just the static,” He explains, grabbing your hand, eyes unmoving from yours. Not one of you move, even when the electric current ends. “But it keeps happening. I low-key love it, though it scares me every time…”

“The shock?” Your eyes go wide.

He shakes his head. “Your touch. It’s comforting.”

“Bam…”

“Do you– Do you want to go somewhere quiet? Where we can talk?”

You just nod and he pulls you outside, ignoring the whistles of his friends and yours. 

Once you’re outside, sitting on a bench a few blocks away from the party, you grab his hand, basking on the low chuckle he lets out.

“I like you,” You say, looking at your hands. “And I’m pretty sure you know that.”

“Yeah, I do,” He laughs. “Everyone knows that…”

You feel your cheeks warming up, a small smile on your face in a feeble attempt to hide your nervousness.

“But everyone knows I like you, too,” He shrugs, pulling you closer and hugging you sideways. “So it’s okay.”

“I didn’t know that!” You exclaim and look at him as he chuckles and pets your head.

“Ah, you’re so innocent,” He jokes. “I’d always be staring at you.”

“But that’s just creepy,” You joke back. “How should I know you like me?”

“Hm,” He pretends to think. “How about this?”

When his lips touch yours, you feel like you’re on fire. Everything touches; your hands, your noses, your lips. When you realize, Bambam pulls you onto his lap, trying to hold you as close as possible, feeling the energizing sensation to the max. 

“Was this enough?” He asks, breath fanning over your face.

“No,” You breath out, surprised. “I don’t think there’ll ever be enough, Bam…”

“I think I can handle that,” He chuckles, and lets your get up. “Let’s go.”

“Where?” You ask as he pulls you.

“My place,” He says confidently. “Or yours, whichever one is closer.”

When he looks back, his eyes are question you, looking for any sign of discomfort or uncertainty. You blink, precessing his words, and then point behind you.

“My apartment is that way, two blocks over.”

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I know this is pretty short, but I hope you all like it nonetheless! Let me know what you think :P

[katsukis-sad-angel]

Denki Kaminari as a Boyfriend

Pairing: Denki Kaminari x F!Reader

Summary: t   h   e   t   i   t   l   e

Warnings: a pinch of angst, fluff, kaminari being a memelord

BF Scenarios Masterlist

BF Scenarios Tag List: @thedreadthreadanomaly​ , @seiiblue​ , @bean-queen-606​​

im sorry but this is the gayest and hottest thing i’ve ever seen

LOOK AT THAT FLOOF

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Love-at-first-sight kind of guy → he saw you and knew he’d found the princess of his dreams

Denki is a morning person; he wakes up super early gets dressed for school, then shakes you awake because he has so much to tell you even though he’s only been awake for 10 minutes

It’s rather nice to wake up to his happy grin every single day and then proceeded to be peppered with kisses until you finally roll out of bed

During the night, Denki moves around a lot in bed which makes a lot of static and mornings are usually filled with shocking each other and giggling until Bakugou bangs on the wall and yells at you guys to shut up

His hair is so fluffy and cute AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

HUGE procrastinator

“Come on babe, just one more round before we study/ start a project we’ve had three months to do/ be productive!” Your boyfriend begged, pushing his headset around his neck to talk to you. When you shake your head, in come the puppy eyes and you can’t resist.

“Fine. But only one!” You blush, pinching the bridge of your nose.

*six rounds later*

You’re asleep on the floor next to him and Kirishima, Sero, Tokoyami, and a few other randos were patiently waiting for him to join the game. Denki didn’t want to wake you soooooooo…

“Alright guys, let’s demolish this course!”

“YEAH!!”

Denki makes fun of himself to amuse his friends; self-deprecating jokes for laughs, but wonders if his friends actually like him or if they just tolerate him

Cloud watching from the classroom

Likes to zone out and live in his thoughts for a little while (usually during one of Aizawa’s lectures)

VERY affectionate

He just loves being around you! You make him comfortable in his own skin, make him smile, you tell him that he should stop making those mean jokes, how smart he really is, and how handsome and compassionate he is 

Lots of cuddles, hand-holding, bad puns, zap battles (see who can generate the biggest shock to the other person using nothing but static), and piggyback rides, except Denki is usually on the receiving end

He is tactile and respects boundaries; Denki flirts with literally everyone, but if he sees that it makes them uncomfortable, he’ll stop

Is super proud to have such a beautiful woman as his girlfriend

You teach him how to be comfortable in silence, he doesn’t always need to be talking and trying to make people like him because he is well-liked! Denki tries way too hard! Your presence allows him to relax and be himself!

Arguments… just… don’t… happen. He’s too easygoing and he would never cheat on you. Plus, he just can’t keep a straight face when he tries to be serious

That being said, he can be serious. I won’t name circumstances, but it is a possibility

Very in tune with his emotions, gets attached to things easily, and is very emotional and clingy once he knows he can trust you

You can’t judge him. You’re the one who agreed to be his girlfriend so you can’t start judging his adorable quirky ways

Denki struggles with his confidence since he has lost many battles (sports festival with Shiozaki, final exams, etc, plus, Jirou is always making fun of him)

Your affirmation is more than enough to make him feel like the most loved person on this planet. You’re always there to cheer him on, encourage him, and comfort him when he’s at his low

It’s hard for him to fall asleep, so he talks to you until he does

Denki is actually pretty self-conscious because when he first developed his quirk he couldn’t control it so people stayed away from him in fear of getting zapped or having their phone fried

If you guys walk or drive through an area with a lot of radio/electric/transmission towers and/or signals, he gets a little nauseous

Denki is surprisingly good at math, doing division/multiplication/addition/subtraction equations quickly and correctly

Denki is also flexible; one day he was being dumb and he tripped, landing in a perfect split that made everyone cringe in wait of a scream from the blonde. When he got up and brushed himself off, linking arms with you, everyone was surprised he wasn’t screeching in pain

Writes you love notes that are really cheesy and dumb

Dearest Y/N,

Your boobs are the best

XOXO,

Denki

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I found this corn flake and it reminded me of you

Love,

Denki 

(enclosed was a heart-shaped corn flake)

April Fool’s Day prank wars

You two trade memes like baseball cards

“Hmm… I dunno… My meme is pretty fire Y/N, you got anything better?”

Denki likes to be read to because it helps him calm down a little bit and he enjoys discussing characters and possible relationships and outcomes with you

The waiter outfit from Two Heroes gets me every. single. time. 

I’m sorry Kaminari, but you are the only “high-voltage hottie” I can see right now 😋😘

[lunanightingaleart]

Quite The Unexpected Outcome

Synopsis: As arguments arise the fate of Loki sits in the hands of the Avengers, and Agent Abigail Lynn. While discussions are made the air is tense, and a final decision must be made today. Can Abigail convince the others of her plan?

Chapter 3: A Tense Decision

Start at Chapter 1

“And just where were you last night young lady?” Abigail snapped up from her momentary nap, her heart pounding out of her chest as she looked for the source of the voice. Relief hit her like a ton of bricks when she realized it was just Natasha joking with her.

“Whoa, easy there~ I was just kidding, you okay?” Abigail could feel her heart in her throat as she collected herself, nodding silently.

“Yeah, yeah sorry I was...having a nightmare.” She rubbed her temples as she attempted to calm her heart.

“What time is it?”

“Sometime around noon, we left you for a while but the meeting is starting so we thought we should wake you.” Abigail nodded and pulled herself up, looking around to see the other Avengers just casually standing outside of the break room.

“...I’m not carrying anything contagious.”

“No, but you could be a sleep puncher.”

“That’s fair, never suspect someone isn’t a sleep puncher.” Abigail smiled towards Tony before following them all towards the conference room.

“You mentioned you were having a nightmare?” She glanced up to Thor.

“Yeah, but it’s fine. There’s nothing I can really do about it anyway.”

“Well, what if there was a way to stop them?” A curious glance was sent towards him.

“I would honestly doubt it, but if you have a method I haven’t already heard of, I’m all ears.” Thor seemed to brighten up at the idea of showing off whatever this method was. Following him inside she listened as he explained himself.

“This is a spell of some sort from my mother. Whenever I or my brother had nightmares when we were young, she would gently set two fingers on our forehead, like this.” She watched him mirror the actions he instructed.

“And chant this little saying to us. Embrace your dreams through the night, Tomorrow comes with a whole new light.” She flinched for a moment when she felt a sudden zap at her forehead, like static shock hitting her skin. Pulling away she subconsciously rubbed her head, only to realize her head seemed...relaxed. As if the tense scenario had become less tense.

“Huh...that’s actually kind of cool.” She smiled, the others finding their seats and watching the scene.

“Alright kids, it’s adult conversation time. We can talk about nursery rhymes later.” Tony sat at the front of the table, opening up his computer and swiping through files.

“Alright so, the fate of Loki.” Abigail nervously began to fiddle with her thumbs underneath the table, listening to the group’s discussions of whether or not Loki should be sent back to Asgard, or kept here on earth.

“We managed to fiddle with the cuffs enough to make them much smaller in design, but also still do what they were meant to do. Along with some other fun features.”

“Well, sounds like someone had fun.” Natasha teased towards the two.

“I still don’t know how we managed but we were able to keep the integrity of the tech while separating the cuffs into practically security bracelets. If we do choose to keep Loki here, these cuffs will stay on him no matter what form he chooses to take.” Tony seemed to remind himself of something while Bruce continued to speak. Pulling out his phone he tapped the screen, and all the avengers gained a notification. Abigail noticed her own phone buzz and glanced at Tony.

“I don’t remember handing out my number.”

‘You didn’t have to, it doesn’t take much to find out.” She narrowed her eyes towards him as he playfully winked and went back to his presentation with Bruce.

“These babies are attached to all of our phones, the moment that Loki attempts to break the cuffs, leave the building, use his magic, or so much as attempt to use the internet without our permission, a notification goes to our phones. It keeps an eye on his pulse, his location at all times, and my favorite part for sure.” He holds up the cuffs towards Thor, who curiously takes them.

“Go ahead, try to crush them.” Thor did as instructed and began to squeeze them between his hands, a sudden jolt of electricity shot out and startled the God of Thunder.

“High voltage electric shock, stronger than any government made tasers, electric fences, even an actual lightning strike has some competition there. First it’ll give a warning, much like a dog’s shock collar. If he doesn’t listen well...we’ll be finding an unconscious god laying on the floor.” Tony and Bruce seemed pretty proud of themselves, setting the cuffs down on the table.

“While this is really cool and all guys, what happens if no one is near him? He could get shocked, get back up, and then go escape anyway. This doesn’t stop him completely if no one is home.”

“Well that’s why you would need someone to be there 24/7.” Abigail chimed in, crossing her arms.

“Like a caretaker?”

“Sort of like how we have guards now taking shifts watching him, I’d say an Avenger should take a shift to stay home.

“And if no one can stay home?”

“Well….an Agent should possibly become a regular watcher. Then when everyone leaves there’s still someone there.”

“And where do you think we would be holding him, Miss Abigail?” Hawkeye finally spoke up. Abigail leaned back and thought for a moment, looking around to everyone in the room.

“...Stark HQ.” Tony who had taken a moment to drink, spit it out immediately.

“Excuse me???”

“If Loki were to be kept in SHIELD, everyone would know where he is. No one in their right mind would believe that Fury would send a God that caused mass hysteria a few days ago to, no offense, a loose cannon drunkard that feeds his ego more than he strokes it.” She looked to Tony and nodded her head.

“Again no offence. If the World Organization was after the tesseract for its power, imagine why they’d want Loki. I would say safest option...Thor.” She looked towards him.

“Bring the tesseract back to Asgard, Earth shouldn’t have that power anyway. We keep Loki here, you come back and keep an eye on him. You get to spend time with that girl you like, it's a win win.”

“And pray tell what do you expect me to tell my father about Loki?”

“Tell him he’s currently been locked up, gaining punishment from...what do you call us? Midguardians? Well he’s gaining punishment from us and you’re going to stay on earth as a way to make sure he behaves himself. If he causes too much trouble and breaks out of his house arrest, then you can take him back to Asgard.”

“How long do you expect to keep a god??”

“Long enough to figure out everything.” The others began to stare towards Abigail.

“What is there to figure out?”

“A lot actually. The actual leader who sent Loki, whatever the hell that weird staff is. Does it only affect those who are touched by the staff or is it whoever wields it? Thor you mentioned prior that your brother was missing for an entire earth year before he appeared on earth from the tesseract. Where did he go for an entire year, somebody else must be a part of all this. The action of just, Thor taking Loki back to Asgard and none of us gaining any possible information on the creatures that sent him and that army...it just seems ridiculous. I can’t wrap my mind around it, and there’s a small possibility that he just doesn’t want to tell us.”

“That doesn’t mean he will tell us eventually.”

“Yes and no, I have a feeling he’s not going to speak to us if we interrogate him. The man only ever said a word to Natasha when he thought he had the upper hand, when Fury threatened him he said Nothing. I don’t think we’ll get anything from just keeping him in a cage. I think for once we have to take the softer option.” The room fell silent once more, eyes glancing in every direction and then back towards Abigail, who kept her gaze towards the table.

“....This doesn’t have to do with last night does it?”

“What?” Tony pointed at his screen that showed a paused shot of her and Loki taking and laughing. Everyone stared at it in surprise.

“Seems to me the agent has gotten pretty buddy buddy with the criminal.”

“I was having a conversation, is there something wrong with that?”

“There is when the other side of the conversation killed 80 in two days, took over Barton’s mind, caused the Hulk to come out and attack Romanoff, almost had an entire airship fall with all of us inside, and not only all of that, but threw me out of my own window expecting me to die! And you want me to keep this lunatic in My headquarters and be buddy buddy with him!?” Thor slams his hands on the table, startling Abigail at the sudden loud noise directly next to her.

“My brother is not a lunatic! Problematic yes, mischievous without a doubt, but a lunatic he is not.” The two began to argue on each side of Abigail, and the yelling slowly began to eat at her psyche. Without much control she placed both of her hands on each side of her head, fingers curling into her hair and gripping it tightly as a way to keep herself from crying. Keep it together Abigail keep it together. You are an agent don’t you DARE cry in front of them. Her heart was pounding in her head as she felt herself start to panic, her breath catching in her throat as everything felt like it was going faster and faster around her. Suddenly a loud whistle gained everyone’s attention, stopping the yelling and returning the room back to silence.

“Hey hey, stay with us Abigail.” She flinched as she felt a hand touch her shoulder, breath finally escaping as she glanced to see Natasha looking at her. She gave her a soft smile before turning towards the guys.

“Look, I get you guys are aggravated, but maybe don’t give her a mental breakdown alright?” She felt embarrassed as she was now the center of attention, shaking her head and rubbing her eyes quickly.

“No no I’m fine! Really, I’m an agent. I can take a little yelling.” She noticed her hair a mess now due to her pulling from the ponytail, and proceeded to pull it out and fix it.

“Look, I’m not conspiring to let Loki out or anything. I’m just not fond of constantly attacking people after they’ve already been defeated. I was meant to watch him and nothing else. Not to mention, the entire three or so days we had Loki in custody, today being the fourth, he wasn’t offered food or water, was he?” She looked around to everyone else who just glanced at each other.

“I gave him some water and half a sandwich, it was no big deal. Oh by the way Steve thanks for lunch yesterday. It was really good.” She looked to Tony and straightened up.

“Criminal or not meals are required by law even to those who break them. You can get mad at him and hold a grudge all you want, but they are still a person. A living breathing person. Starving and dehydrating him just because you’re mad makes you just as bad as him. So I gave him some food and we spoke. A little banter about his magic, about his injuries, nothing much. So maybe next time don’t jump on my back the first chance you get?” He grew silent, sighing and glancing down.

“...Let’s talk a little more about this. Abigail, can I get you to wait outside? It won’t take long.” Abigail nodded and got up, walking out of the room and sitting back down at the table where she had taken a nap. She sighed and looked at her hand, staring in thought. So much for no stress, maybe she should try that charm Thor just taught her? Would that even work if she did it? With hesitation, she slowly pressed her hand to her forehead, closing her eyes and taking in a slow deep breath.

“Embrace your dreams through the night, Tomorrow comes with a whole new light..” She felt a warmth slowly engulf her forehead, relaxation filling her subconscious as the phantom screams faded from her thoughts. She sighed relaxing in her seat. Huh, so that really did work. Even for her, even though she didn’t have any magic? The idea of having her own little charm that worked sent a jolt in her chest. It was almost like she could do magic herself. A small smile grew on her lips at the thought. She wondered if she showed Loki. Her mind suddenly froze as she realized what she thought. Nope, this is not happening. She sighed and rubbed her temples. She was not allowed to think like that. If her parents so much as imagined that she gave any care to him, she would be dead. She already had to hope that Fury didn’t update her parents on the situation. That fear in itself caused her mind to be nothing but worries for the next few minutes. Eventually, the doors opened and the Avengers exited. Standing, Abigail met them at the door and followed them out.

“Miss Abigail.” She slowed down when Thor called for her. They slowed down as the rest of the team walked off without another word.

“I’d like to thank you for showing compassion for my brother. The others are angry and rightfully so, but as you said before, my brother is still a person. He doesn’t deserve to rot away in a cell without food or water until he dies.” His face became somber.

“I already thought my brother dead once before, I couldn’t possibly watch him truly die in front of me.” She reached up and patted his shoulder.

“It’s no problem really. So, what did everyone decide?” His eyes began to light up.

“They actually have decided to try your plan, it seems! We’re going to Fury now to tell him the plan.”

“Oh that’s cool. I wonder which agent Fury will send to watch over Loki.” Abigail followed behind the group with Thor, listening to him speak of his girlfriend who lives in New York.

“It’s been a year since you left right? Have you gotten into contact with her?”

“Not quite yet, I’m not entirely sure how.”

“Well Selvig should be a pretty easy answer. You ask him for her number, you have a cell phone right?” He blinked at the term, and Abigail understood pretty quickly.

“That’s a no, okay. Well maybe just ask Selvig where she is. Then you can go and see her yourself.” They all entered Fury’s office and updated him on the plan.

“Well, so Agent Lynn’s plan is the way to go?”

“For now..” Tony grumbled with crossed arms.

“Alright...so who’s going to be the babysitter?”

“Any agents we can trust?” Abigail asked, but noticed everyone looking at her.

“...Wait, me??”

“Agent Lynn, you are the only one who has not only had multiple encounters with Loki, but you’re also the only one who has shown compassion, but also patience. From what we’ve seen in the footage of all your conversations you’ve never allowed yourself to become manipulated by him. If anything we’ve noticed signs of him showing comfort near you. Perhaps we can get information from him if its you taking care of him.”

“Sir I’m...I’m mostly a desk agent.”

“With experience in both martial arts and an extensive background of training since you were six. Not to mention, you’ll be living with the Avengers.” The words stuck with her more than they should have. Living with the Avengers. She wouldn’t have to live with her parents anymore?

“And if it makes you feel any better, you aren’t going to be on vacation during this. You’re just going to be on babysitting duty.”

“About that, considering it’ll be in my headquarters, I’m going to assume she’s going to get put on my business’s salary. You can put her on paid vacation or something, just email me her normal salary so I can pay the due amount for her job. It is going to take all of her time after all.”

“So do I get a say in this or…?”

“Look, this was your plan, so no not really. Besides, any other agent we send will most likely get killed rather instantly.”

“So you think we won’t kill me?”

“There’s a small chance he won’t. Don’t worry you won’t be unarmed.” Tony handed her a watch that seemed to be made of the same material of his suit, seemingly sturdy as she tapped it.

“A little project I’ve been working on with the big guy.” Tony patted Bruce on the back.

“It’s supposed to be powerful enough to take...well...the big guy down. Instead of bullets it’s plasma, more condensed and can shoot through tanks. Though just in case, it needs to be recharged after a few shots.”

“That and I have a kill switch backed up on my computer. So in case any of my stuff gets shot at I can take away your cool gun privileges.” Abigail looked down at the device with a hum.

“So, now all we have to do is get you your clothes. You can go home and-”

“No! No no, that’s fine. I’ll just...go later. I’m pretty tired honestly, so I’ll just um...wait.” They gave her a strange look, nodding and continuing to talk about the plan. She wasn’t going to take the chance of her parents being home. She couldn’t. She wondered just when they would find out about her new job. She hadn’t realized they were bringing her to Stark HQ until there was a car in front of her with the door held open for her.

“Oh we’re going now?”

“Well yeah, we’ll get you settled in your room and bring Loki in later. You sure you don’t need your clothes?”

“Well I...um…” She tried to think of a reason why she couldn’t go into her own house, but found herself blank for ideas. She began to chew her own lip, when a hand landed on her shoulder.

“How about we send a couple agents to get your stuff. Your current assignment is classified anyway, so you won’t have to worry about anyone finding out about it.” She turned and looked towards Clint with wide eyes.

“Oh uh...yeah, that...that works.” He nodded and patted her shoulder before glancing towards Natasha and heading back inside. Getting in the car she glanced towards the building out the window, watching it get further and further away as they drove towards Stark Tower.

“So, strict parents or something?” Natasha asked quietly, the question made Abigail flinch.

“Oh yeah, you know. When your entire family has been Agents since the beginning of SHIELD’s existence there’s...really no room for error.” She rubbed the back of her neck, looking at Natasha as she seemed to analyze her.

“Well don’t worry, a lot less expectations at Stark’s place. Just make sure Loki doesn’t go on another rampage.” She cracked a smile.

“You say it like he’s some sort of beast or something~”

“All men are~” She rolled her eyes and laughed a bit, looking out the window and watching the scenery roll by. Taking the opportunity to catch a few z’s, Abigail took a nap in the car ride there. Usually she wouldn’t let her guard down in such a situation, the entire situation was new to her and even she couldn’t quite explain what was happening. The one thing that she kept rethinking was She was away from her parents, and living away from them. That thought in itself gave her enough serenity to completely pass out, no dreams whatsoever for once.

“Hey Abi, wake up.”

“Mmhm..”

“We’re here, come on.” With a grumble the young agent pulled herself awake, glancing around and noticing they were in fact parked in a parking lot outside of the building.

“How long was I out?”

“Oh you know, just the entire ride. Come on.” She pulled herself out of the car and followed Natasha and Tony into the main entrance. She had to admit the place was impressive. She knew that from the outside, but even the inside it was quite impressive. She hummed in thought as they entered the elevator.

“So, big place…”

“Yup, mine and Pepper’s baby. Now granted there are a few...rooms currently under construction due to the Hulk’s playtime with Loki.”

“I think only you would call that playtime~” He smirked in response.

“Jarvis, what’s the current status of construction?”

“Reconstruction of the damaged rooms are 63% complete.”

“And the agents going to Abigail’s place?”

“Currently picking up all belongings and packing it into the vehicle, sir.”

“Wow, you guys weren’t kidding.”

“Well of course, you will be living here from now on. Can’t really have you running back and forth with your assignment.” She looked ahead, finding herself fiddling with her coat sleeve. She was really doing this? She was….out? The elevator opened, and the group entered the top floor where it seems they already fixed this top layer of damage.

“Your room is back down that hallway, second one on the right. Loki’s room is probably going to be just across from yours so you’ll have eyes on him at all times.” Abigail curiously went to the room he said was hers, and when opening the door her eyes widened. It was a fairly large room with a king sized bed and a closet large enough that she could walk into it.

“Whoa…” She touched the bed and her hand trembled.

“Yup, and wait til you see this.” He pulled out a remote and pressed a button, only for a television to come out of the dresser placed in front of the bed. She looked to Tony as he tossed her the remote. Catching it she looked between the two.

“...Okay this is awesome.” Tony smirked and shot a finger gun towards her.

“Welp, we need to go check on the prisoner of honor. You take the chance to familiarize yourself with the place. Bathroom is three doors down from your room, you saw the bar on your way in, and the kitchen is further down the hall into the main room. Get your rest while you can, I can imagine you won’t get much once he’s here.” The two left Abigail alone in her room, still finding herself speechless from everything. It was happening so fast, that she really didn’t realize it was real. Slowly sitting down on the bed, she set the remote down and looked at herself in the mirror.

“....I’m free…” Those words sent tears down her face, the realization hitting her like a ton of bricks. She curled in on herself, smiling behind her hand as she began to sob uncontrollably.

Finally, she was free.

[phantomphangphucker]

Ectober Day 16: Trip - The Green Sun Project Chap.9: Zone Bound Like A Ghostly Basset Hound

Danny needs to get a little more connected with his Zone.

The next thing Danny does is look around. Actually going into the Zone wasn’t really something people did. Considering the very air and literally all surfaces were pure ectoplasm, it wasn’t exactly safe for human travel.

Glancing around, not surprised at all the green just everywhere. ‘Huh, very green’, patting his chest, ‘thanks a shit ton for that save by the way. We should, uh, not stay in one place though. And this place is super not human safe, so if my body starts doing not fun stuff, you need to get me outta here’.

Getting a loud whine, ‘deadly?’ and soft accepting hum in response.

Danny nods his head and starts looking around for a landmass. Keeping the invisibility up and floating slowly once he spots one. ‘For a normal human, yeah. But if my idea that you can make me able to handle ectoplasm is right, then I should be totally fine. The Zone, here, is pure ectoplasm. Not as strong as what’s in ghosts or what you’re made outta, but still’. Swallowing and whispering, “normally any humans who come here wear full-body anti-ecto hazmat suits. Like what my parents’ wear all the time”, lifting up and glancing at a bare-skinned hand, “I should really be in a ton of pain right now. Like what I got from your green tendrils. Well, little less immediate than that”. His Core giving a worried whine; Danny just pats his chest comfortingly.

It doesn’t take long to make it to the little island, Danny poking the ground cautiously with his shoe before shrugging and landing on it. ‘If my folks ever find out about this, they’re gonna make me burn my clothing. What with how insanely contaminated they are by now’. Earning some bubbling from his Core.

It also doesn’t take much wandering to figure out that the island is not only small but most likely uninhabited. Meaning probably safe to crash on for a bit. Also noticing in this time, that his body feels kinda good, which is weird. It was kinda like he was getting a very faint full body massage with nice oils or something. Feeling it even on and in his bones, muscles, and Core. Though he’s not surprised by the constant slight tingle of sensing all the ectoplasmic energy around. Vaguely noting how it was stronger near things that logically had more ectoplasm.

Sighing and sitting to lean against a tree, decidedly one that felt lower in ectoplasm, grumbling a little, “Sam and Tuck are probably worried by now”, and flipping out his phone. Groaning at it, “no bars or internet, figures”. ‘Any clue what’s up with my body feeling nice? Is it just cause this place is technically part of you?’.

‘Only change absorbing ectoplasm’

‘Heh, must be on a pretty massive level then. Still weird’. Leaning his head back against the bark and closing his eyes. Guess he shouldn’t be surprised that his body liked absorbing ectoplasm, probably feeding his Core in a way. Yawning a little. ‘Hey, I think I’m gonna sleep for a bit. Make sure to wake me and feel free to yank me around if a ghost approaches us, okay?’. Grinning to himself over the soft hum.  

-

Danny’s not even slightly surprised to get awoken very suddenly. He somehow doubts those ghosts would just give up. Would make his life easier though.

‘COMING. Eye child’

‘Alright. Okay. Not good’. Turning to fly off he’s also not surprised to nearly crash right into the scythe-wielding ghost that just appeared out of nowhere; who also looks to have a stick now, with something that looks like a ‘CW’ and a tiny clock on it. Not even getting a chance to back off as his body just freezes in the air.

“I’m afraid the Observants believe you a threat to the Realms, Daniel. And the future seen hardly disagrees”. A mirror shaped something forming next to the ghost and flashing through scenes of destruction.

‘I- what?- that won’t?’. His Core just making some strange warbling static thing that he can’t make sense of. The ghost doesn’t hesitate or explain further before ramming the scythe through his back, it feels like all his veins are immediately on fire and he can both see and feel green electricity arching over his skin. Watching his Core get physically shoved out of his chest, blue and white tendrils tense and clearly trying to hold on to him before fizzing and snapping off.

A verifiable horde of Observants appears, one moving to slide the Core off the top on the scythe and cup it, while Danny collapses onto the small island; wheezing and a pool of blood forming around his chest from the hole speared through it. ‘Ah shit... this is so.. not how I saw this coming’. Sure he never expected to live very long but graduating would have been nice. Though he can appreciate the comedic value of being offed by a scythe of all things. Wielded by a ghost. That’s got to count for some kind of jokester prestige. Right? And hey, he will probably be the first human to actually die here. Oh he’s so totally going to wind up a ghost.  

Man, Sam and Tuck are going to be pissed.

-

The scythe-wielding ghost quirks an eyebrow and gives an almost inaudible pleased hum while the Observants back off as the Zone Core immediately starts vibrating wildly, making horribly unpleasant static and growling sounds; as if an entire pack of hellhounds were nipping at their heels over the backdrop of a static tv screen turned well past a-hundred. All of them covering their ears and hunching over, the Observants pupils widening when the Zone Core discharges massive amounts of green electricity in every direction.

“WHAT!”, none getting to say more than that as they all start getting speared and shocked, causing massive amounts of damage. The scythe-wielding ghost the only one successfully avoiding it, though the ectoplasmic air everywhere is becoming charged itself and is something utterly unavoidable.

“Well, this changes things”. They poof and appear looming over Danny, who’s still alive enough to glance at them, “it seems you are quite the unusual one. You’ve taken a path with less than one percent possibility of happening. The Observants, they believe only they, beings inherently incapable of biases, can control the Core without becoming a danger to the Realms. Without becoming power-hungry. The logical would find that quite a narrow-minded view to hold. Would it not be preferred to have one who cares? One who protects, guides, and teaches. Over ones who only watch?”, the ghost grins as some rocks get blown apart by a zap of lightning, “I think we may be of use to each other. To answer some of your questions, I, am ClockWork”, and poofs away, reappearing by the Zone Core; while Danny’s barely consciously widens his eyes. ‘A myth...’. Then passes out, his chest falling and not rising back up.

Many of the Observants glance at each other as the fabric of the Zone begins to shake. Glancing and seeming to squint at ClockWork’s sudden movement. One speaking up, “what are you doing. You’ve fulfilled your duties, now leave”, their voice sounding full of power and command.

“I’m afraid that is not what this one wants”, and raises their scythe over their head, the blade pointed away from the Zone Core.

“ClockWork!-”, the Observants get cut off by loud static drowning everything out and ClockWork slamming the side of the scythe on the Zone Core, sending It shooting down back towards Danny. It immediately ceasing the lightning and static, exploding with tendrils that squirm over the entire island trilling loudly all the while. ClockWork floating to be between them and the horde of Observants, a slight smirk across their face.

The Observants look from the Zone Core to ClockWork, one holding up a finger, “this is your fault now. What happens, you are responsible for it. And you will take the fall for it”.

“Yes. And you will merely observe. Nothing more. As you were meant to. Pariah is gone, and you are hardly replacements”.

“You plan to-”, the Observant not getting to finish as chunks of the island seemingly get pelted at them. Effectively forcing them to flee; unable to tolerate any more damage. As while they were something of a force to be reckoned with as a group, individually they were far less durable than ones like ClockWork.

-

Danny hacks and coughs, jerking to curl up in on himself and feeling like his ribs were being squeezed by a very aggressive anaconda. Groaning over the other feeling like lead was attempting to move through his veins. There’s no way he could even lift up his arm right now and he’s got no clue what the vaguely squirming blanket thing over him is. Blinking, he can barely even attempt at actually thinking words. Mostly it was just ‘ow’ and ‘ah’ and ‘fuck’.

Sucking in a breath as that almost gnawing emptiness in his chest gets practically slammed with weight and fullness and energy and power. It’s so much that he almost passes out again from it.

“You need to calm down, you’re overwhelming the poor boy”. Danny blinks over the vaguely familiar voice, though he can’t even begin to place it at the moment. But the squirming does slow down a little and the pressure in him feels less all-consuming. Wheezing a bit and actually managing to push himself up with his one arm after a bit, blinking at the purple cloaked smirking ghost before cringing and glancing to his chest. ‘Right. Core. Little...Star?’.

Flinching a little at the very loud, ‘HOME HOME HOME HOME HOME’ that’s so intense it’s almost gibberish to him.

The cloaked ghost hums, “the Zone Core has never been exposed properly to the Zone. As such It seems quite inexperienced in how to manage so much raw energy without the body of a mortal to filter it. And It expelled a very large amount of Its latent energy attacking us”, the ghost grins, “now I could take you two somewhere to expel the raw It doesn’t yet know to handle and gather ecto-energy that is more... suitable for your living body”.

Danny wheezes a little, muscles spasming, and feeling the vibration of invisibility coming and going; pretty sure neither him nor his Core is really in control of that. “So... you’re, not going, to off, me?”. The ghost -ClockWork, right? And wasn’t that a mind fuck they were supposed to be some kind of ghost god myth- nods before changing to look like a toddler and floating close to his face, “far be it for me to deny the Zone Core Its cores desires. To see It doing as It was, It would have depleted Itself for the one It cares for. Risk everything for the one It calls home. And I find it unlikely that you would do any differently. So, do you not deserve a chance?”.

Danny just blinks, this was probably the most positive interaction with a ghost he could imagine. A bunch of ghosts just had a spat over him. Oddly, he wonders what his parents would say. How they would try to explain this. Regardless he nods gently, fighting against the stiff tautness in his neck. The now adult ghost picking him up and practically cradling him. ‘No one is ever going to believe this. Ever. Ever. Literally the only ghost I could run into more extreme than this is freaking Pariah or a ViralHelm. But... I’d be super super dead’.

‘No. Never. STAY’

‘Little guy, I have zero intention of being around either of them. Or dying honestly. Ow’.

ClockWork chuckles very faintly, Danny decides against asking. The fact that every inch of him still feels like hot garbage only encourages that. Though he can’t help but whisper in awe, “woah”, when he sees where they’re going. A massive flowering plain covered in flowers of all different kinds and shapes, with glows that somehow shimmered, a red aroma wafting off the place and smelling like sweet succulent heaven. Him sniffing and leaning forward out of ClockWork’s arms, though wincing a bit at his Core vibrating and seemingly trying to pull him forward. Everything around It felt so raw. It honestly probably was raw. ‘Please stop pulling. You’re hurting me’

‘Want. HUNGRY’

‘I know. But I feel, like you’re gonna pull, yourself out of me’. That seemed to be enough to get the little guy to calm down some. Probably really heavily against the idea of being separated at the moment. Though to be fair, he was too. He still leans forward a bit more though, pointedly ignoring the tendrils hanging out over his skin; at least it didn’t hurt. He’s just going to assume they weren’t sinking in because of the full of raw ecto thing. Did his Core just not know how to process the Zones energy yet? Or was it because of him?

He mentally cuts himself off as ClockWork sets him down on the ground, kneeling and hands moving practically not of their own accord and jerky to cup one of the little flowers. ClockWork speaking as he shoves the flower in his mouth, it exploding like a fruit gusher and making him outright moan from the sweet thick white chocolate flavour and texture. “This is the Defted Plains. The epicentre of the Zone, if any place is the true point of origin for the Zone Core it is here, and the ectoplasm here is ultimately what the purified Zone core ectoplasm was pulled from to make the Zone Core”. Danny’s barely paying any attention as he rips up more of the flowers, stuffing them into his mouth more than a little eagerly. Though noting the tendrils around him are lifted off him a bit and stabbing into the ground; more flowers growing, uncurling, and popping open around them. And the pulsing going on in his chest is more than a little weird.

Side-eyeing ClockWork as they shift to a child and move to sit on his shoulder, obviously uncaring about him practically tearing up the ground and flowers like a starved animal, “while this may be replenishing the Zone Core, it is doing little for your own healing. The Zone Core will have to do that for you Itself. And I’m afraid there are certain complications that Maddie and Jack failed to grasp”, Danny can feel the back of that scythe pressing up against his back, “that a Core needs to be connected to provide support”, then pushing him at the ground; him immediately slipping through the ground like it was butter.

Danny can’t see anything other than himself and he appears to be glowing, and the tendrils, he can’t so much as twitch a finger but watching the tendrils shoot off him and seem to connect to something somewhere and becoming taut sticking out of him from his chest. ‘Alright. Okay, somethings going on here and I have no idea what. But... are you okay?’, feeling like all of his insides are squishing themselves or something, ‘oh Zone I’m hungry’, he’d really like to be able to swallow or anything right now, ‘this is your hunger I’m feeling right?’.

‘Some much-everything-is. Home fine. Here happy-mine’. Danny’s skin twitching violently is the closest he can get to shuddering from the harsh vibrations and nuzzling; hearing deep humming bordering on a purr that sounds like it’s coming from everywhere.

Danny doesn’t even get a chance to try responding to that, he’s pretty sure his Core is having a fair few issues ‘thinking’, as he feels like a video game cartridge that just got clicked into place and eyes mentally widening at the blackness being overtaken by being able to just see everything seemingly expanding out from him. He can see the edges of the Zone like he’s there but also not? It makes zero sense, but whatever that’s just his life, existence, whatever, now.

Then nearly vomiting from everything just seemingly snapping back inside him and rolling over on the little flowering plain area. The Defted Plains ClockWork called it? Grinning slightly more than a little aware of the thick heavy wetness in his limbs again. He’d gotten used to it but still, blinking at still being able to see, like, everything but it was like colourful static spiky wavy energy and was really in the background to what he’s actually seeing around him. ‘Mind trip holy shit. A druggie would be jealous of this, damn. At least I can tell what’s actually in front of me’ closing his eyes, he could still see the static energy stuff behind his eyelids, ‘fuck. This is a lot’. Sighing a little at the soft apologetic sounding whine. ‘It’s fine it’s fine. Just gotta give me a bit to deal’, swallowing, ‘so this is you huh? All of you? The Zone?’

‘Mine. Yes. Part of. Home more mine. Part home too’.

‘Alright cool. Guess the Zone’s part of me more than just having its Core. I can just feel the existential crisis coming’. That gets him some bubbling laughter, which makes him smile even if he still feels tired and so doesn’t want to get up.

Danny twitches a jerk at the sound of ClockWork’s voice startling him, “I would encourage you to head home. Before any curious ghosts come to check you out. You, or more so the Zone Core, is quite a big deal after all”.

Danny sighs and slowly pushes himself up, that action alone making him feel exhausted, “ghosts coming after me is going to be common bullshit for me now, isn’t it? And do I seriously seem like I’ve got the energy to be going anywhere?”, oh he can feel the sarcasm dripping off that.

ClockWork smirks, “that would be telling, wouldn’t it”, floating closer and jabbing his chest with their staff, “you may find yourself tired but the Zone Core hardly is, Daniel. Or should I call you Phantom?”, grinning, “no I think I won’t”.

Danny actually chuckles over that, he thinks he kinda likes this ghost. Looking down to his chest, “well? Feel like doing the portal shit again? You’re gonna have to puppet me around though, ‘cause my muscles feel like rubber”. He thinks ClockWork grins a little at that but when he looks they’re gone. His Core does bubble and crackle a little though, even if there’s a slight whine. Obviously little guy felt bad for all this, which yeah, he fucking died for a while there he’s pretty sure. Regardless he doesn’t fall over when his arms jerk out and the taut threads stabbing his bones feeling starts up, a portal swirling open; his body seemingly flinging itself through it. Landing on the sidewalk in front of his house, just outside of the shield around FentonWorks. Which he absolutely groans over. It’s also dark out. Which, fuck him, everyone was probably freaking out about his sudden MIA status.

Hence why he’s totally unsurprised when his parents and friends all run out to him. ‘Ah they probably thought my parents did some experiment thing on me or that I maybe got abducted by the G.I.W.. Nice to know they’d come running to my defence without hesitation’. His Core softly humming a happy agreement.

[guardianoffandoms]

Here’s my gift for @voxymoxyboxy for the Sam and Max secret Santa! I hope that you like it!

SHOCK, CRACKLE, POPPERS!

Summary: After Sam and Max escape the pit of hell using Santa’s sleigh, The Soda Poppers decide to trap them in a way they can’t escape!

A chill runs through the main office of hell. Said office had always been about 2 degrees above comfortable because it is hell, after all. Our Dubious Duo, Sam and Max, have escaped the pit of hell and are working on a plan to put the Poppers in their place! However, that plan isn't exactly panning out.

Sam had been in the process of creating a cake so he could trick the Soda Poppers into sending themselves into the pit. This plan had one flaw, the Soda Poppers, while they are annoying, and pesky, and a pain in the ass, they are also remarkably perceptive when someone wants to hurt them. Case in point, when Sam was creating the cake, Peepers realized that he was up to something and quickly alerted his brothers. Together they trapped our duo in cages deep below hell, to wither and suffer for all eternity.

“SAM! THE WRITER IS TRYING TO BE EDGY!” Max whines before Sam interrupts.

“Quiet onion-head, you can break the fourth wall later! Right now we gotta get out of here!”

Sam looks around the room, assessing the situation. He and Max were trapped in cages suspended above apparently bottomless chasms, connected only by brick pathways that had an elevator at one end and an endless number of more cages at the other. Sam scratches at his neck only to discover a collar wrapped around his neck. After a moment or two of trying to pry it off, Sam shrugs and decides to ignore it for the moment.

“Well nice to know interior decorators go to heaven.” Max deadpans.

“Hey Max! Look up there!” Sam exclaims, pointing at a speaker resting atop the elevator.

After a few moments, the speaker screeches to life. They quickly wished it stayed off.

“Hello, Sam and Max!” Specs’ voice rings out. “And welcome to your permanent resting place! We have trapped you in- Hey! Move it!” “No Specs! You can't hog the Announcer of Doom!” they hear Whizzer wine

“Yes I can! I called dibs!”

“Max, I found our personal hell,”

“Being forced to listen to their nasally, annoying, prepubescent complaining for the rest of eternity?”

“I was going to say reruns of care bears but yeah that too.”

“ENOUGH! Sam and Max, for getting in our way we created a perfect trap! One where Sam can't talk or Rube Goldberg his way out! And Max, you can escape, but you have to leave Sam behind! Try to free him, and Sam will pay the price! HAHAH-” The speaker cuts off before Peepers finishes laughing, leaving our duo confused by his warning. Well, one confused and the other concerned.

After a few moments, Sam and Max’s gazes move from the speaker to each other.

“Well that was ominous.” Sam grimaces.

“Yeah, but come on Sam, it's the Soda Poppers! Those pint-sized halfwits couldn't work a mousetrap! Let's get the hell outta hell!” Max exclaims, pulling himself up on the bars of his cage for effect. His show of confidence working wonders on Sam, his grimace turning back into his trademark smile. “You’re right little buddy! Now let's get you out first since apparently you can escape without me, so your cage must be faulty in some way!” Sam exclaims as he looks over Max's cage.

Sam quickly notices that Max's cage is closed by a padlock and chain. “Alright max! All you gotta do is undo the lock. If you got a paperclip this would be a gre-” Sam is cut off by a loud crunch and the bang of the padlock hitting the ground. “Well Sam, while a paper clip would have worked, my jaw needed the exercise!” Max remarks as his cage door swings open and he wanders over to Sam. “You’re a menace to biology little buddy.”

Their jovial attitude was short lived, the closer Max got the more static seemed to build around Sam's neck. “Max, don't touCH TH-!” Sam's plea quickly turned into a pained whine when Max touched the cage. At the noise, Max stumbles back and the speaker crackles to life once more.

“Uh oh! Looks like you found out our plan!” Whizzers voice screeches out. “If you touch Sam's cage, he gets ZAPPED! If he tries to help you free himself, ZAP! No talking, no ideas, no planning!” The reality of the situation starts to set in, and Max was ready to behead three child stars. “Have fun with your cage! Bye-bye!”

The speaker goes quiet, and so do our heroes.

Sam lifts himself up from his fallen position to gaze at Max. He couldn't get out alone, and nobody could read him better than Max. Meanwhile, Max is shivering. Not from hell's new climate, but shivering with rage. He whips around to Sam and sharply grins. “Alright Sam, what's the plan? Because I got two paws, a gun, and the will to make murder a felony in hell.”

Sam smirks at the lagomorph before standing up and observing the lock on his cage. It was a simple lock and chain, same as Max’s. However, Sam did not possess Max’s biting force nor his probably illegal teeth, so they’d have to improvise. He motioned towards the lock and did a hand gesture for a gun. Max quickly understood Sam's bad charades and pulled out his gun to shoot the lock. Before he could pull the trigger, Sam falls to the ground, electricity flooding his body. After a few moments, the shocks stop and Sam lays on the floor catching his breath.

“We got a plan B, Sam? Because as much as I love hearing your pathetic whining, the fact that I'm not causing it kinda sours the enjoyment, ya know?” While his banter was playful, Sam could see the anger building in Max. Satan help the Soda Poppers, because not even god can save them now. Leaning against the side of his cage, Sam holds up his pointer finger and gives Max a wink. A look of realization crosses the lagomorphs face, followed by a grin that he quickly covers with a look of pure grief.

“Sam. Sam, come on. You can't give up that easy! You never give up that easy!” Max exclaimes gesturing around him. ”Come on Sam, we made it to hell! We can make it out, Sam! SAM!” as he spoke, Max started to cry.

“Sam we’ve known each other forever! You can't just give up!” Max looks at Sam,and Sam nods before taking off his hat. Max gazes at the hat a moment before- “FINE THEN! THEN THIS IS THE END SAM! HAVE A NICE AFTERLIFE!” Max yells before storming towards the elevator.

Meanwhile, the Soda Poppers are watching this play out from the main office of hell. A few moments after Max stalks towards the elevator, the camera feed cuts out, leading the Poppers to believe that Max was leaving without Sam. The elevator rises, its doors opening to reveal Max, looking sullen and angry. As the elevator doors close, Max turns to the Poppers.

“Well well well, it looks like the freelance police are over!” Specs proclaims joyfully. Max grimaces and responds, “yeah, turns out Sam wants to do this on his own. Has a whole plan that I'm apparently not smart enough to comprehend so whatever. I've got a wedding to officiate anyway.” Max mutters walking to hell's kitchen next to hell's meeting room. Opening the fridge max pulls out an odd looking concoction, resembling a cake with a bright red candle.

As Max walked back to the Poppers, he shoots the bell at the top of the ice cream truck now parked inside the office. The bell ringing causes Specs to close his book and now all that needed to happen was the Soda Poppers blowing out their candle.

“Hey Whizzer.” Max spoke casually. “Mind showing me your new trick again? I couldn't see it last time because Sam was in the way.” “Of course I can! Or my name isn't Whizz-rael the Tormentor!” Max pulls out the cake so the fire lights the candle. At the sight the Poppers jump for joy. “Aww! You remembered!” “Yep, I sure did, wouldn't miss your birthday for anything!”

As always, the word ‘birthday’ makes the mariachi band show up. And as they finish their song, the soda poppers blow out the candle. Sending them straight into the pit. “CURSE YOU SAM AND MAX!” their voices cry, growing fainter the further they fall. As the portal closes, the elevator opens again, revealing Sam!

Max smiles, running over to Sam. “TA-DA! Another case closed, another set of lives ruined! I say we head home and eat junk food till the cows come home! What do ya think, Sam?” Sam grins at Max’s antics before pointing to the collar still affixed to his neck. Max pauses. “Oooh, right, kinda forgot about that.” He jumps up on Sam's back and grabs the collar before snapping it with his teeth. Sam pulls the remaining metal off, rubs his neck and turns to Max. “Thanks Max, another minute in that thing and I'd have pulled a Cujo!”

“You mean go feral and kill helpless civilians? Sounds like fun! Can we? Can we please?” Max pleads, his smile too wide to appear anything but dangerous. “Sorry little buddy but you gotta wedding to officiate and I've gotta reload my gun.” Sam remarks, walking towards the exit. “Yeah, you’d think the Soda Poppers woulda taken that but eh, made it easy for you to shoot your way out.” Max replies, walking instep with Sam. “Yep, now let's get outta hell before beelze-bub eats all the hors d'oeuvres.”

[dnd-drunks-n-debauchery]

Recap/Highlight reel of Friday Night's session

Brought to you by @nevergonnarollagain AKA Cookie

Before we started the action, Locke asked me whether or not I wanted him to be a nice DM or a meaner one. I chose for him to be meaner because I thought it would be funny.

We join the action as our party approaches the gates of the city on our way out. In front of the gates stands an Aaracroakra wearing an apron and regular clothes. Jayfice recognises this Aaracroakra as Klilic; the pair had been dating at one point, which is how they know him. Klilic's appearance seems fairly normal apart from a greatsword on his back. (This is important for later on.)

Both Jayfice and Klilic are confused at first, with Jayfice believing that this is some sort of illusion created by their mother (who, spoiler alert, is kind of an asshole). Klilic holds out his hand for Jayfice to examine, and upon determining that Klilic is not an illusion, Jayfice grabs him into a hug which seems to make him a little uncomfortable although he does reciprocate.

Jayfice eventually pulls away and asks Klilic to come with us out of the city, but Klilic counters with staying in the city instead. Klilic has lived here all of his life and runs a bakery here, which would probably explain why he's so reluctant to leave. When Jayfice tries to explain that the city isn't safe due to their parent's plans, Klilic simply responds "Then make it safe."

As Jayfice continues to try and persuade Klilic to come with us, Klilic turns and looks up at the top of the gate. Jayfice's father walks out, speedwalking slightly before slowing down to do a slow-mo walk in an attempt to look cool. It didn't work.

Jayfice's father tells Jayfice that their mother is very upset, and that whatever argument that they've had can be sorted by coming back to the castle and having a diplomatic discussion. Jayfice tells him that they've got no room on their schedule, but their father counters with the fact that Jayfice doesn't have any bookings listed in their diary.

Jayfice's father attempts to persuade Jayfice to come back to the castle, also talking to their brother and trying to persuade him to convince Jayfice to go back to the castle. When Jayfice declines he tells them he won't stop us leaving, and as a show of good faith he opens the gates and offers to answer any questions Jayfice has about the plans.

Jayfice decides to take the opportunity to ask about the full details of the plan, and their father explains; the plan is basically to conquer the whole of Arrack. They've enlisted the help of the Brokensky (a well-known gang of criminals who coincidentally want to capture/kill Jayfice) and plan to act through the Brokensky to attack other cities and drive a divide between them to make it easier to take them all over.

Since Jayfice's father is aware of the Brokensky hunting Jayfice, he offers to help resolve the situation if Jayfice goes with him to the castle. Jayfice shows a split-second of interest, and their father notices this.

He extends his offer to answer questions to the whole group and Rosania speaks up, grumbling that anyone who works alongside the Brokensky is bad news. Jayfice's father admits that he felt the same way at first, but that things have run surprisingly smoothly with them, aside from a few contract issues which he blames on his wife making comments in the meetings.

Jayfice thanks their father for his time and sends the rest of the group ahead, staying back to talk to Klilic and try one last time to convince him to come with us. Klilic really doesn't want Jayfice to leave, and draws his sword in an attempt to persuade him to stay. The pair have an intense conversation about Jayfice not trying to keep in contact during their exile, then Klilic casts fireball at the rest of the group, knocking out Ned.

Javier attempts to zap Klilic but only succeeds in giving him a light static shock, which unusually doesn't ruffle his feathers. (Literally. His feathers don't react at all to the shock.)

Rosania reacts next, preparing to cast Dancing Lights in an attempt to distract Klilic from the fight. However, her wand seems to tell her that that isn't going to work, so thinking fast she instead runs closer and casts Thorn Whip, and the magical whip drags Klilic closer to her.

Harmony follows Javier's example, zapping the fuck out of Klilic. Again, much like what happened with Javier's static shock, Klilic's feathers are not affected by the energy from the shock.

Klilic yeets another fireball at us all and Harmony gets knocked out, breaking her arm as she falls backwards.

Javier gets pissed off when he sees Harmony's arm break and fireballs himself, knocking out Rosania and killing Ned. When he realises that Ned is dead he spins back round to face Klilic and starts glowing like fuck. It doesn't take a genius to work out that Klilic is doomed unless Javier is calmed down.

Jayfice is conflicted. They don't want to hurt Klilic but he literally just killed one of their friends. They eventually make the decision to Eldritch Blast him, much to the amusement of their mother, who briefly appears as a hologram and taunts them for this decision.

Klilic is upset at Jayfice for attacking him, and they shout at each other for a moment before he starts to attack them, slashing their chest twice and prompting Jayfice to use their Hellish Rebuke. (They're a cambion who keeps the form of an Aaracroakra, that's why they can do that.) Despite Klilic being burnt by the Hellish Rebuke, his feathers, once again, show no real traces of it.

Remember how I said that Javier was pissed that Ned is dead? Yeah. He shoots some kind of lightning out of his chest that temporarily blinds Klilic. Then he charges at Klilic and attacks him with his fire sword as Jayfice shoots Klilic with another two Eldrich Blasts.

Jayfice asks the others to help snap Javier out of his rage, and they respond by fucking shooting him. Harmony, who has been healed and is back up on her feet, sends a death glare to Jayfice before attacking Klilic as well.

Badly injured, Klilic attempts to fly away and escape, but Harmony casts a Void of Tentacles spell and grabs him in it before smashing him into the ground, killing him.

And while all of this is happening Rosania quietly fucking dies in the background.

As Harmony dispels the tentacle spell, Jayfice approaches Klilic and casts Spare the Dying to ask why the hell he attacked them all like that.

But it turns out that this wasn't actually Klilic at all.

The creature we had been fighting was actually a Grey Slaad (a shapeshifting creature from another plane), and he has a mind-control gem in his brain. He explains that the gem told him what to do and that he'd likely be made to attack again if he was released, and Jayfice stabs him to prevent that from happening. While Jayfice and the Grey Slaad are talking, Inora revives Rosania and Ned, getting them back on their feet with 1 HP each.

Jayfice's mother appears as a hologram again and mockingly congratulates Jayfice for slaying an innocent creature, then flies up above the city and announces that Jayfice made a deal with a devil and attacked the city, ruined their crops, and declares that there is a reward for whoever can kill them and bring them back. Then she turns to Jayfice and declares "Let the games...begin." (Like I said, she's an asshole.)

A whole bunch of people start charging to attack Jayfice and our party, and Rosania (who, bearing in mind, just died and got brought back to life so will be feeling rather disorientated at best) goes into a full-on panic and turns into a fucking Allosaurus. Jayfice attempts to take advantage of this situation, yelling at the mob to stay back lest they send their "Uh, uh...creature" to fight them. They also threaten them with a boomstick and pleads with their father to close the gate, but the mob gets through the gate because their father hesitated. Jayfice asks the "big creature person" (Rosania) if she can help them, and Rosania turns and runs away.

Jayfice attempts to intimidate the mob again by changing to their cambodian form and yelling at them, but it just makes the mob angrier. With no ideas left Jayfice asks the rest of the group to help and dives behind them.

And the group gives the mob the same treatment they gave Javier.

Which is to fucking shoot them.

The entire fucking mob dies much to the horror of Jayfice, who casts Spare the Dying before turning and running away. The rest of the party follows them, and Locke comments that the Spare the Dying that Jayfice cast saved like one person in the mob.

Rosania leads the sprint from the city, noticing up ahead that there's a group dressed up in black and blue, led by someone out in front dressed in green. She finally calms down enough to stop running and turn back into herself, and decides not to tell the rest of the party about the group approaching. Jayfice announces that they'll need to find somewhere to shelter for the night and Rosania takes charge, silently leading the group to look for shelter.

Rosania leads them towards a group of trees, and while it would be a satisfactory place to shelter for the night a little voice in the back of her mind tells her to go just a little bit further. Trusting this voice, she leads them past the trees and we eventually arrive at a small, abandoned  town. All of the buildings seem to have taken damage, but most of the buildings would be safe to shelter in. While there does appear to be smoke further in the distance, the party collectively decide to settle in at the abandoned town for the night.

We all head inside the tavern, noticing a rotten carrot and some rotted tatters that may once have been from some extravagant clothing in the corner. Upstairs there seem to be a lot of yuletide decorations, and one room in particular seems to be decked out in yuletide fancies.

During the night, Jayfice wakes up with a weird feeling that something's wrong. They can hear the crunch of snow outside, and sneak over to the window to see what's out there. They see a man standing next to the tavern looking shocked to have seen/heard activity in the town, and as they watch the man begins to cast some kind of spell.

Jayfice sneaks outside to talk to the man, and he explains that he's a potion-seller who lives in the potion-shop across the street. Jayfice offers the man some crackers, and as soon as they hold out the cracker box all the crackers are eaten.

Jayfice spots a fiendish woman and an elvish woman walking around talking, and lures the man inside before spying on the women. They seem to be talking about taking people's souls, and mention "the exiled one", before going their separate ways. Jayfice attempts to follow the elvish woman, but loses track of her in the dark. They go back to the inn and fall asleep again.

Jayfice wakes up again a short time later, hearing what sounds like hooves on the floor somewhere upstairs. They go to check it out and find the fiendish woman from earlier, who demands to know what makes them special enough that the assassin would spare them and change an agreement she made with her. Jayfice admits that they don't know, but that if she wants their soul she can take it. She decides to spare them for now and leaves, and an uneasy Jayfice stays awake watching in case she returns.

As they look out of the window, Jayfice sees someone walking around watching their window, occasionally stopping to flip a coin. Then off in the distance they spot the group Rosania saw before; a group of people dressed up in black and blue, led by someone out in front dressed in green.

This is where we ended the session, although Locke revealed during a conversation afterwards that when I chose for him to be meaner at the start of the session, I was determining the Grey Slaad's AC and how many fireballs he had, essentially making him a tougher opponent. In response to that revelation, I announced "Guess I'll be choosing route B more often!"