#exasperated by the shenanigans and occasionally the horrors

[lyraarylfyrefly]

OSP's videos are great, especially the ones about power ups (superpowered evil sides my beloved) so I thought of a story wherein a supporting cast character that happens to be a ghost fucks off somewhere because they're being called by something and that something turns out to be their corpse or well their very undamaged body that is covered in the blood of the monster they died killing and the moment they're in range of their body's arms, they get pulled in and they wake up in their body, alive and sharing a mind with the creature they killed

[ilovethetalkingclock]

The Night Off

GENRE: Horror

CHARACTER: Kevin (Spooky Month)

TW: Blood, past head injury

SUMMARY: It's Kevin's night off, and he has plans. The same plan for every night off...

This is a shorty, apologies! I intend this as a oneshot but maybe I might do more with this AU concept thingy whatever-

Kevin would usually be at the Candy Club right about now. During the week, it would normally be one of his shifts. He knew this.

But right now he was at home

He was taking the night off.

He had to.

It was rare, but there was also an… occasional feel about it.

Right now he was finishing up with locking the back door.

“Alright, the front and back doors are locked well…”

Internally, Kevin showed extreme relief. He still remembered the last time those doors weren't locked or even shut tight.

Well, most of that last time, anyway.

He went on to his couch to check if anything was good on the television.

“No… no… hmm…”

Ultimately he just put on the news.

Nothing really that he hadn’t known about.

It just went on as he scrolled through his phone.

Kevin kinda spaced off for a while as he laid.

In fact, he was just about to doze off before he checked the time.

6:35 PM

“Fuck, already?!”

He got up and went to his kitchen, first getting a broom and dustpan next to a counter, and then from under the sink, large trash bags. 

Then he went to the basement entrance where he set the plethora aside the wall.

Next to the door was his calendar. 

He already began to cross off the current day. A certain symbol on the date, a mere little white circle, made him cringe just a little bit, but not as much as the first days this occurred.

The door was heavy and very metallic, but he had experience with opening and closing it.

Kevin entered as he slammed it behind him. 

“Wheew… hmm..”

The disgruntled young man looked at what was at the end of the door he faced, and reacted with rising concern.

At least one of the four locks Kevin was managing was busted, another seemed to be ready to meet the same fate.

He’d have to get new ones after payday… whenever that was.

Similarly, compared to the older ones, the newer claw marks were looking deeper. That large dent didn’t make anything better.

“How much longer can this door hold?!”

Kevin felt himself penting up.

“Whatever, I'll… remedy it somehow.”

Regardless, he would just open the door, get out, wash up, and start the day like normal the next morning.

Carefully, he walked downstairs into the basement’s floors.

Cold, hard, yet clean mostly.. The only other things down there were a minifridge right around the end of the stairwell, a ��bed’ of a couple blankets in a corner, and a chain post that with a busted leash proved inefficient.

He was quick to walk to the fridge and pull out a piece of fresh, bloodied, raw venison.

Leaving it on the floor, he walked to the blankets and lied down once again, checking the time.

6:58 PM

Kevin had considered… heh… maybe on the next night like this he could go to work just to give those two kids a scare as payb- wait. No. No.

He knew they wouldn’t be scared of him. And regardless, exasperated by their antics he may have been, the last thing he would want to do was to kill them.

Even though it would occasionally get easier to manage and somewhat better than work, Kevin wasn’t that fond of his nights off.

It didn’t help that when his anger heightened, particularly when those shenanigans happened at work… he just felt it manifest regardless of time. 

He was just glad during the both times those two kids were there to hear his snarling, they were too oblivious to notice it.

Otherwise, he barely remembered the rest of the nights off, this one to be included. 

It was mainly just heightened emotions, black and red within his visions, and heightened hearing and senses. 

Other than that, nothing.

Last month, he awoke right next to the door with his head pounding, as if it hit something hard. That was when he saw the dent.

He had no idea what would happen if he would escape during a future night off, though. And even now, he was scared to imagine.

Finally, he felt it start.

The venison in front both out and in the fridge, the dust on the walls, the trash outside… He could smell everything within and out.

Soft buzzing… the next door house… crickets… he could now hear it all.

And then the worst part.

A deep ache within his back…

Then it circled through his face…

His legs…

His arms…

That was when his mind was beginning to crumble.

It was time for him to rest.

And for the wolf to wake up.

[maxwell-grant]

Thoughts on the Shadow's Doppelganger, Lamont Cranston

The funny thing about Cranston in the original stories is that, yeah, one of the most famous scenes across all Shadow media is the “Lamont Cranston Talks to Himself” chapter in The Shadow Laughs, where we learn that The Shadow is not Lamont Cranston, but has usurped his identity, and now shows up at his bedside looking like him, talking like him, knowing more about his own life than he himself does, and ordering him to leave town, effectively blackmailing him into letting him use his face. It’s a very iconic scene that exemplifies a lot of what makes The Shadow unique as a character, and you can imagine why so many adaptations have gone with the idea of Cranston being either a hapless stooge bullied into submission, or an actual villain, because that whole scene is very much a horror movie scenario. 

Thing is, none of them seem to remember how Cranston and The Shadow’s relationship developed past this. I’ll post this excerpt from Atoms of Death:

"Good morning, Cranston," came a quiet tone from the foot of the bed.

"Good morning, yourself," returned Cranston, rubbing his eyes without noticing the visitor.

"You should say: Good morning, myself," chuckled The Shadow, dryly.

Cranston was pulling down the sleeves of his pajama jacket. He sat bolt upright, staring. Then a slow smile showed on his lips; one that was almost a replica of The Shadow's.

"So it's you," remarked Cranston, sleepily. "Well, I knew that last night. It was about time we crossed paths again. Well, old man, you landed me in for plenty this trip."

Cranston shoved bedclothes aside and perched on the edge of the bed. He found cigarettes on the telephone table; The Shadow supplied a flame from a lighter before Cranston could ignite a match. The millionaire noted that The Shadow's lighter bore the initials "L. C." 

"You handle every detail, don't you?" questioned Cranston in admiration. “Jove! I remember the first time I met you. In this very room. You dropped cloak and hat and left me looking at my own face as plainly as if I had seen it in a mirror. Just as it is today."

"And I advised you," recalled The Shadow, in Cranston's own tone, "to take a trip abroad, while I used your identity. You were a bit exasperated at first."

"I must admit that I was. I threatened to have you arrested, as an impostor, until you proved that you knew more about my affairs than I did. I really believe that if it had come to a showdown, I would have been proven the impostor and you the genuine Lamont Cranston. Jove!"

"Jove," repeated The Shadow, quietly, "You have acquired that expression recently, Cranston. I shall remember it for future reference. You have a penchant for acquiring anglicisms during your sojourns in British colonies. Jove!"

"Bounder and blighter," laughed Cranston. "Don't forget those. I still use them occasionally."

Or this excerpt from The Hydra, which is an incredible book where the chemistry between the two really shines:

Lamont Cranston woke up and wondered why his head still whirled. It took him about half a minute to learn that the motion came from the fact he was riding in his limousine. Someone must have put him back in the limousine and Stanley was driving him home. 

He didn't have to guess who had helped him on his way, for at that moment Cranston heard a low-toned laugh beside him. He turned to see the black-cloaked figure of The Shadow.

"What did you hit me with?" asked Cranston. "All four of your automatics?"

"I'm only carrying a pair tonight," replied The Shadow

Look at these two dorks, just palling around and getting into shenanigans and The Shadow outright joking around Cranston, like they are just two old chums having a laugh at the weirdness of their lives. The “real” Cranston didn’t show up very often in the original stories, especially in the last stories when Lamont Cranston essentially became the real identity of The Shadow, but when he did, part of what makes him stand out as his own character is that he’s funny. Gibson gets a lot of mileage out of Cranston as this guy who is completely nonchalant and chill about all the weird shit that happens to him, even in The Hydra after he kills a man with an elephant gun, he’s still more or less the same, he largely just walks out of it with a newfound realization. 

Relieving Cranston of the elephant gun, The Shadow steered his friend into the closet. Hauling the big weapon with him, The Shadow opened the door to meet and dismiss arriving servants who had dashed upstairs when they felt the house quake. 

"Whenever I see this gun," began Cranston, coming from the closet, "I'll remember what I did with it -" 

“Quite right," interposed The Shadow approvingly. "What you did to Mance will make amends for any elephants you may have killed. Too bad Mance didn't bring along a few more Hydra Heads.”

Slowly, understanding dawned on Cranston. He'd never compared his big-game hunts with The Shadow's quests for men of crime. He felt that The Shadow's cause was justified, but it had seemed outside the field of sport. It still was, but Cranston, now that he had dealt with a murderer who deserved to die, was realizing that his game hunts were more deserving of rebuke.

His encounters with The Shadow gradually changed Cranston from a useless millionaire wasting his resources and talents on idle pursuits, to...still largely a useless millionaire, except his resources and talents are no longer wasted and he’s gradually grown into a useful ally and friend to The Shadow. The Shadow tends to have that effect on people who work by his side and even Cranston, the guy whose main role in his organization is to just stay away and be useless somewhere else, can’t help but change a little into a better person when he appears. 

There’s an interesting article written by Bob Sampson called “The Third Shadow” which refers to the Bruce Elliot run of The Shadow Magazine, which is incredibly maligned by fans and not without reason, the stories all largely suck and the Shadow bears little resemblance to his former self, instead mostly feeling like a diet take on the radio show Lamont, more of an average detective. The theory Sampson puts out is that, during this period, it was actually Lamont Cranston who became active as The Shadow while Allard was busy overseas, and I definitely like this theory. It makes sense specially considering The Hydra sets up for Cranston to become more pro-active and serious:

While not the towering master-mind of Allard, he does become the next best thing: A post-war sleuth. He even indulges in wearing the cloak and slouch hat from time to time (to varying degrees of effectiveness), while trying to laugh like Allard (also to varying degrees of effectiveness) as if to fulfill that forbidden fantasy until he finally gets it out of his system. After all, The Shadow pretended to be him, why not the other way around?

As Bob Sampson put it: “It is always Cranston who explains all and takes the credit”. 

Probably very cathartic for Lamont, who for the last 18 years was relegated to being a distant supporting player in his own life. Cranston is still in contact with the agents however. He even receives "assignments" from Burbank. 

This entire arrangement could only be with The Shadow's tacit approval. Let us remember, Cranston was not merely some insipid fop. He certainly had done his own share of exploring and was indeed a hunter. He could handle a variety of firearms, was familiar with exotic peoples and their customs, knew how to stalk dangerous animals through the jungle and veldt, but he was not, nor ever claimed to be, a master secret-agent and soldier.

I think it is fitting that the writing is completely different for this period as well. Not the enigmatic journalistic style of Allards exploits, but the witty, modern champagne fizz of Cranston's odyssey in a Post-War world. He feels a full range of emotions. In the Gibson stories, The Shadow is at arms length. In the Elliott stories, Cranston is sitting right next to you on a train or an airplane or roadster. 

It’s also interesting to consider how Lamont Cranston has basically become the true name of The Shadow in pop culture. Often times it’s the name people use when they specifically want to reference The Shadow, the supposed “Ghost of Gay Street” hauntings in Gibson’s former apartment took the form of Lamont Cranston, and even in the stories, more and more people became aware of it as the years went by (which also helps reinforce the idea that the “real” Cranston eventually took to acting as a fill-in for The Shadow, to draw attention away from the real Shadow’s operations), and Gibson even mentioned a few times that Cranston was The Shadow’s “favorite” identity along with Arnaud. Which is kinda fascinating to think about and does hint at some weird underlying aspects of The Shadow’s psyche, that his favorite identity is one not his own.

And at last, there’s these passages from The Whispering Eyes, a book that does not mention Allard once, and the very last Shadow novel: 

From beneath the seat he was taking his black garb. Cloaked and hatted as he stepped from the cab, Cranston merged immediately with the darkness. He had become The Shadow. 

Cranston's switch to his other self could well be attributed to a hypnotic mood. The mental lapses produced through hypnosis were the sort that would often cause a subject to revert to habit. Now, as The Shadow, Cranston was still in what might be termed a haphazard mood. He was skirting through darkness, pausing, changing direction, behaving generally as though avoiding something that did not exist.

Lang had flung away his glasses; his eyes now showed the shining, hypnotic force that the lenses normally softened. He recognized the eyes that met his above a leveled gun muzzle.

The Shadow's eyes, yet strangely Cranston's, for this was one time The Shadow did not care to disguise them.

Which begs the question: Did Cranston succeed in fully becoming The Shadow? Or did The Shadow succeed in fully becoming Cranston?

[jabberbeans]

Wangxian Coffeeshop AU: First encounter

I put Wangxian, coffee, urban magic, fluff and slowburn into the melting pot and crossed my fingers - read at your own risk. I’ll be updating this story in shorts before revising and posting a full length version to A03 (somewhere in the distant improbable future).

Featuring confused pining over magic tea and magic sweets, cafe shenanigans and baker/patissiere(?) WWX and LWJ. 

Tranquility turned tea from pear-green to a deep sea foam. Lan Wangji felt this was appropriate - water was the most tranquil thing he knew. His uncle disagreed - as he often did - and had attempted to shift the colour back to its original green many times. That one was a failed experiment - it reduced the efficacy of tranquility and made the tea taste like grass.

“That’s not green tea,” Lan Qiren had scowled, pointing an accusatory finger at the perfect sea foam brew. “It isn’t traditional.”

Was magic traditional? Lan Wangji had been tempted to ask, but held his tongue. Using their energy to shape the natural order of things into something else - perhaps that betrayed tradition, or at least some law of nature. But magic ran as deep as blood, and the healing teas were so much more healing when they used magic, so sea foam it was.

They still called it green tea on their menu. It was very popular. 

Gusu had been a traditional Chinese tea house, once. Lan Qiren would have been quite content to keep it that way too, but even he couldn’t shout gentrification into going away. Gusu was dying. So he turned the shop over to his nephews with the vague hope that they could reassess its business model and bring in some customers. Then he went on a long vacation.

When he returned, Gusu was transformed. Literally. Its dark wood finishings were gone, replaced with snow-bright walls. The tea was unrecognisable. There was a dessert menu. And a bar counter. 

But there were also customers. So many, in fact, that Lan Qiren was forced to don his apron and help out not five minutes after walking through the door. Lan Wangji had never seen his uncle so disturbed as he’d been that day, trapped behind the counter while teenagers pointed their phones at his hands and cooed over the quaintness, the rarity, the sheer aesthetic - of hand brewed tea.

It wasn’t that Lan Xichen and Lan Wangji had betrayed their uncle and tradition. It was more accurate to say that they took his best ideals, put them in the proverbial blender and stood by silently to receive the scrambled results. 

Floor seating and low tables remained - but there was also a large communal table and benches, and of course, the dreaded bar counter with its stools. The tea menu was largely the same, just tweaked to look and taste better. Ice blended options were now available, to their uncle’s everlasting horror. And there were traditional desserts - almond soup, sesame balls, milk pastry, cakes - all arranged artfully and minimally on little porcelain plates.

And so Gusu was preserved, albeit not quite in the shape their uncle would have preferred. But four years on, the cafe continued thrive - building a solid reputation among locals and visitors. Lan Qiren had mostly adapted to the teenagers with their phones and the cakes by now, but he still eyed the green tea with deep suspicion.

Lan Wangji was doing the very same that morning, as he regarded Lan Jingyi’s practice brews. The teen had arranged the tiny glass cups from dark amber to pale yellow. Perhaps he thought he might get points for neatness.

“Again,” Lan Wangji said with finality, eyes sweeping down the line. “When you make clarity, the oolong should lighten to parchment.”

Jingyi wilted first at again and segued quickly into bafflement at parchment. 

“Parchment?” The boy repeated, unsure if he heard right. Lan Wangji paused to think it over, then nodded.

“Like paper white, tinted with yellow or tan. Parchment.”

Jingyi looked exasperated then, eyes wide and swivelling in their sockets to catch Lan Sizhui’s, who pretended not to see. Finding himself without allies in the kitchen, Jingyi’s shoulders slumped with defeat. “Yes, Hanguang-jun.”

Lan Wangji didn’t blame him. Clarity was difficult to make. Oolong got particularly stubborn when energy was channeled into it. If one had poor magic control, the colour could turn almost violently, from amber to walnut to black.

He left Jingyi to continue his oolong studies and approached Sizhui instead, who had finished divining the difference between parchment and white the day before, and so was allowed to move on to desserts. Lan Wangji approached from behind silently, but Sizhui’s hands remained steady as they attempted to transplant a sesame ball onto a spun sugar base. It wobbled unsteadily when he drew back.

“I’ll do it again,” Sizhui said before Lan Wangji could. “The base is too brittle. It must have been the temperature.”

“Mn,” Lan Wangji approved. “Continue.”

The boys were young, only fifteen, but they were fast and eager to learn. Their progress came at no little effort however, if Jingyi’s growing army of oolong cups was any indication. But Lan Wangji was not worried. His uncle had handpicked them himself from some branch or other of their very, very extended family, and they were proving to be dedicated workers. It had been less than a month since they began training, but they would soon be ready to work the counter.

There was a loud rattling sound from Jingyi’s corner of the kitchen, a hastily bitten off curse, and then Sizhui was abandoning his station to fly over with a towel. Lan Wangji pointedly did not turn around to look. Perhaps not /too/ soon.

Jingyi’s cups were no closer to parchment by the time Lan Xichen poked his head in. “Wangji,” he called. “Would you check outside? The customers say there’s an obstruction near the entrance.”

“The deliveries?” The deliveryman occasionally left their parcels at the front, if he was busy.

“He would have called if he wasn’t coming in.” 

“I’ll check.”

It wasn’t a parcel. Lan Wangji spotted the problem the moment he stepped out - it was taking pains to make itself known, actually.

A little stickman was drawn onto the walkway in what looked like chalk. Someone had magicked it to life so that it danced about - harmless, but an annoyance regardless. It surged towards Lan Wangji’s foot, circling playfully and attempting to slide onto his shoe. If it succeeded, the chalk drawing would transfer to the leather.

Lan Wangji stepped briskly out of its path and tried to trace its spiritual source. It was strong, and he followed it easily out the gate. The little stickman raced to stay close, its arms waving about.

He was so preoccupied ensuring it didn’t touch him that he nearly tripped over the problem’s source. 

“Careful!” The man squatting on the pavement said, flinging an arm up in reflex. His hand was covered in chalk dust. Lan Wangji stepped back to look at him. Then he looked again. 

“You…” He had no words for what he was witnessing. The man was surrounded by chalk drawings that stretched all the way up the pavement, past the neighbouring lot. They were wriggling with life - little stick figures dancing, animals prowling, scribbled phrases vibrating - and food - so much of it, all moving.

It was a simple matter to implant spiritual energy in the drawings - small children could do it with enough practice. But that was precisely the problem, it was a trick for children, not adults.

“You’re blocking my sun, do you mind…?” The man said, not unkindly. He still hadn’t turned around, eyes focused on his next drawing. Lan Wangji did not move.

“This is vandalism,” he told him.

“It’s only chalk. It’ll wash away with the rain. Or a good sweep.” 

The man looked up then, and…Lan Wangji did not know what he was expecting - he had no preconceived notions. But he felt a flicker of surprise. The man’s mouth was curved like he was laughing, though no sound passed his lips. His smile was sun-bright. For a brief moment Lan Wangji allowed himself to notice the rest of him - his impish features, his haphazard ponytail, and the red ribbon that tamed it, just barely. 

He looked away.

“You’re obstructing our business,” he told the air in the middle distance. He sensed the man was staring at him but he kept his gaze averted. There was a small gasp, like the man realised something.

“Oh! You run the cafe?” Lan Wangji let the weighted silence speak for him, and the man continued to speak as if he’d received a proper reply. “I didn’t notice I was in front of your shop. I started drawing and I had so much inspiration that I forgot -“

“Please remove yourself and the drawings. You are inconveniencing the customers.”

The man pouted. “I want to save the drawings first…but I don’t have paper. That’s why I’m drawing out here. You see, I had this amazing idea for a triple tier reverse lava cupcake and I needed to sketch it out before the idea got away from me but all I had was this chalk in my pocket so -“

Lan Wangji was quite finished listening to him somewhere around paper. He said sternly, “If I give you paper will you stop?”

“And a pencil too, please!” The man said shamelessly, as if it was perfectly normal to make demands of strangers that he was inconveniencing.

Lan Wangji unfolded his wallet, and ran his fingers through it briefly. He kept some useful things inside - stationery, a first-aid kit, a spare apron - and his notebook. It was twice the size of his wallet and the man hummed with interest when he extricated it.

“Handy trick,” he commented, eyes twinkling. 

Ignoring him, Lan Wangji carefully tore three pieces of paper from the spine. Then he glanced at the chalk drawings and tore another piece. The man was gleeful as he accepted them.

“I drew a lot, didn’t I,” He sounded pleased with himself. “Thank you.”

“Hm.”

He stood aside while the man lay the paper sheets on the ground, spreading them neatly. Then he wriggled his fingers and whistled once, sharp. The doodles froze where they were, some in the midst of sneaking onto the street. When the man tapped the paper with his finger they began to slide along the pavement very quickly, shrinking as they went, until they were paper drawings. Lan Wangji was surprised by the sheer number of doodles of cake, sweets and desserts - each one elaborately drawn and unusual. 

Unbelievably, there was a reverse three-tiered cupcake - just like the man had described. A long string of untidy handwriting accompanied it, jostling the cupcake as they both slid onto the last empty spot. Then it was over, and the pavement was clean once more.

Almost.

“You forgot one.” The little chalk man was still trying to climb his foot despite the slight energy field Lan Wangji had put up to rebuff it. It hopped around the toe of his shoe, waving indignantly.

“Hm...” the man crooked a finger at it, and when that didn’t work, he whistled sharply. The little chalk man appeared to toss its head rebelliously at his efforts, marching away until it was behind Lan Wangji’s shoe. 

The man only laughed, “You should keep him, I think he likes you.” Then he winked and turned away, his ribbons flying as he did. Like they were taunting him.

“You...!”

“Take good care of him,” the man called back, already walking away. 

[shirorozutriea]

A Strange Play Request

Weiss Schnee can’t believe herself right now, as she is standing in front of a house where a resident brute is living her own luxurious life full of games and shenanigans. And what more is she is standing right here asking for a little bit of help from her.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this. I will never get to hear the end of this.” Sighed Weiss. She hesitantly lift her arm preparing to knock, but the door flew open in her face and she jumped in shock.

“Hey, Weiss! Saw you standing there so I opened up.” Grinned Yang. Weiss groaned in exasperation.

“Warn me next time, Yang.” Weiss said with a deep scowl.

“Next time.” Winked Yang.

Yang being a gentlewoman that she is opened the door wide enough to let Weiss inside. Weiss thanked her for her courtesy and looked around the house.

“Is Blake here?” Asked Weiss.

“Nope. She’s out to meet Sun and Velvet, something about Faunus meeting somewhere here in Vale.” Said Yang, going to the kitchen. “Want some tea or coffee?”

“Tea? You drink tea?” Asked Weiss in confusion.

Yang shook her head from the kitchen. “Not really. It’s more of Blake’s tea to go, while me I just dig in. I like the Menagerie blend though.”

Weiss nodded as if Yang could see her. “Do you have like coffee beans?”

Yang looked behind her to see Weiss. She looked up for a moment in thought. “Yeah, I think. Since Raven likes her coffee beans from Mistral.”

Weiss smiled. “Mistral coffee beans pack quite a punch. Both on the taste buds and pocket.”

Yang laughed at the comment. “That is quite true.”

Yang brewed the coffee and went to the living room to give Weiss her share of coffee goodness. She reached out the cup of coffee to Weiss, which the latter gladly accept.

“You sure make good coffee.” Weiss compliments as she took a sip.

“Gotta hand it to those times Blake and Raven having hangover from time to time.” Chuckled Yang.

“Blake drinks?” Blinked Weiss. Yang nodded.

“But it’s occasionally. With Sun and others, or those rare nights with me.” Yang replied.

Weiss hummed in consideration. Weiss continue to drink, not knowing where to start her ‘odd’ request.

“So, what brings you here in this wonderful abode of the almighty Xiao Long.” Grinned Yang. Weiss rolled her eyes playfully, but smiled.

“I have a rather odd—request.” Said Weiss, looking around nervously.

“Odd? How odd exactly?” Asked Yang.

“Something that you would never thought I'd request.” Said Weiss, blushing.

Yang held out a hand. “Weiss, I’m taken, no.”

Weiss looked at Yang in confusion, before she gaped at her in horror. “Get your mind out of the gutter, Yang! Gross!”

Yang roared up, laughing. ‘Sorry, sorry. So what’s it?”

“..me.. ga..” Muttered Weiss.

“Teach me gay? Weiss, you’re already gay enough I assure you. You don’t need teaching you useless lesbian.” Laughed Yang.

“TEACH ME HOW TO PLAY GAMES, XIAO LONG!!” Exclaimed Weiss, surprising Yang and the sudden shout.

“G-games?! Who are you and what have you done to Weiss Schnee?” Yang panicked. Weiss frowned at Yang.

“I’m being serious, Yang.” Said Weiss, with utmost sincerity.

Holy shit, she is serious.

Yang coughed. “And what brings you to that request. And you’re right, I never get to imagine the day you’ll ask something like that.”

Weiss coughed. “W-well, I want to know what does you and Ruby find in this sorts of activities, fun. And I kind of want to play some with Ruby but I’m too afraid to ask her to teach me.”

Yang blinked. She grinned.

“Don't worry, Weissy! I got ya covered!” Declared Yang, pointing her thumb to herself.

Weiss sipped her coffee. “I hold you on to that.”

***

“Yang, please stop. You’re taking my kill!!” Yelled Weiss, tapping aggressively on her scroll.

“Then finish them faster.” Grinned Yang.

“I am trying and you’re cheating!” Said Weiss.

“Come, Weiss. All is fair in love and war!” Laughed Yang.

“Shut up, Yang.” Growled Weiss, trying to kill Rafaela. “Stupid, healer.”

“Oh come on, don’t diss the healers.” Said Yang. “I’m our healer, here.”

“Which is unusual. Shouldn't you be a tank or fighter?” Said Weiss, killing the minions around the turret. “Ah! I died.”

“It's okay, Weiss.” Said Yang. “I died too.”

“Well, I don’t feel bad about you dying in the game.” Said Weiss. Yang put a hand on her chest.

“You wound me, Schnee. Or should I say Mrs. Rose.” Teased Yang, nudging the latter’s side.

“Not yet.” Smiled Weiss.

“Oho, Schnee is marrying my sister, eh.” Smiled Yang in amusement. Weiss looked at her.

“Of course, I would. I love your sister. And she made me the happiest woman living on Remnant.” Weiss softly smile.

Yang pats the latter’s back, albeit a bit harder than expected causing for the heiress to almost end up being on the floor at the force.

“Yang, you're making my character dead!” Panicked Weiss, tapping on the skill set she had.

“Quite ironically and also it makes sense that you would pick Ruby as the your hero.” Mentioned Yang. Weiss blushed and shush Yang, who laughed at the comment.

“Adorable little Weissy. Always so smitten for Ruby.” Teased Yang.

“And I bet all my money that on a certain upcoming poll, you’ll suggest a character that is similar to Blake.” Muttered Weiss, killing Akai.

“Woah! You already got your first kill.” Yang exclaimed. “Nice one, Schnee.”

Weiss’s teammates are already in shambles and is getting killed by the other team. While Yang is trying to heal everyone that is currently ‘alive’ which means nearly dead in the game.

“I know some healers are a bit kinda sloppy, but this time it’s not the healers fault.” Commented Yang. Weiss hummed in agreement.

“I may be a ‘noob’ as you would call us newbies, but this is entirely ridiculous.” Said Weiss as she watched another teammate die.

“Weiss, let’s end this.” Said Yang with determination.

“Alright, support me Yang.” Said Weiss, readying herself.

Weiss dashed towards the turret, pulling Elsa, I mean Aurora on the turret where she finishes her off with the help of the turret and Yang. Yang healed Weiss nearly low health to make her fit to battle. Their teammates came running and providing support and killing some hero’s and minions along the way.

Weiss decided to push and destroy the remaining turret from the other team, clearing the field so that they can execute more attacks. Weiss used her first skill to kill the minions and the second skill to stun nearby enemies and then killing them on her third skill.

“MONSTER KILL! MANIAC! UNSTOPPABLE!”

On the top flashes the words that meant to say that all enemies are killed and they are now charging to the base. One more slash and..

“VICTORY!!”

“Weiss!” Yang side hugged Weiss and cheered. “You did it, Weiss!”

“Did what?” Wheezed Weiss as Yang crush her ribs. “Yang, my ribs.”

“Look at your scroll!” Yang exclaimed. “Who got the MVP?”

Weiss looked at her scroll and saw her name.

“Oh.” Weiss looked at her scroll. “What’s that suppose to mean?”

“You are the best player, but of course not as best as me. I’ll just let you take the cake for now.” Said Yang.

“Is that so?” Weiss smiled. “Why thank you, Xiao Long.”

“No need. That’s what sisters are for.” Said Yang. Weiss’s neck do a whiplash and looked at Yang wide eyed.

Yang, only just noticed what she said and looked away from Weiss, blushing. Weiss bit back a laugh, but eventually ended up giggling before laughing at the display in front of her.

“So, I got your approval, huh?” Said Weiss in amusement, teasing her fellow teammate.

“N-no! You need to do more than that to make me say yes to you marrying Rubes.” Countered Yang. Weiss chuckled.

“I don’t think I need that. I already got the answer even before this happened anyway.” Said Weiss.

Yang was confused.

“What do you mean?” Asked Yang.

“Oh nothing. Let’s just say it involves with you being drunk and telling me a lot of compliments and other pleasant words about Ruby and I.” Said Weiss, smiling in triumph.

Needless to say, Yang was terrified and quite curious as to what she said on that particular day.

[straw-of-the-hat]

Hey!! I love your work and your stories always manage to put a smile on my face when I’m feeling down! I was wondering if I could get some Harper, Dabi, and Kurogiri shenanigans?? I honestly love the dynamics that the trio have and would love to see a lot more of it!! Thank you and continue the great work! ╰(*´︶`*)╯♡

Three's A Crowd: Dabi, Harper, and Kurogiri shenanigans

Wrote this fella on my phone so expect typos and such, my guys.

The one-shot this corresponds with this fic.

Dabi doesn't hate his job or anything. It's actually pretty lax, all things considered. Could be better, could be worse: he's not here to complain. He gets paid good, has met some people he sorta-kinda sees as friends, and half his job is just sitting there and occasionally tackling a grown man composed mostly of gas.

To lay down a basic outline, Kurogiri is extremely attached to Harper Rye, Dabi's initial client if he's being honest with himself. By watching Kurogiri, he's technically protecting her indirectly as well. It's all rather complicated. He doesn't have the full story, so can't say why the warp-gate user is so terribly attached to her. Something about emotions? He has no idea.

It doesn't matter. If Harper is gone for more than ten minutes, or if he even thinks she'll be gone for longer than that, he freaks. Completely flips his fucking lid. It's astonishing how fast he can go from being a composed, ordinary man with impeccable manners to... Well, this.

"She's going to die out there! It's too much!" Kurogiri insisted dramatically, glowing eyes rounded in horror. He was once again latched to the girl's legs like a koala, leaving her to stand there stationary and contemplate why she was still alive. "She can't go out in a storm. She'll catch a cold and die!"

"Dude, it's only sprinkling. I need tampons. This isn't a debatable trip. It's either happening or I'm sleeping in the bathtub with an old sheet." Harper explained blandly. Dabi felt just as dead inside as he girl looked. When he signed on to be a bodyguard, he hadn't been expecting this. Man children and period talk.

"She's right. Let go before I pry you off." Dabi said, tone bordering on exasperated. Harper experimentally shoved at Kurogiri's shoulder, just to test his grip. Solid.

"I can't. It's suicide." Kurogiri was being dramatic, but didn't seem to realize just how irrational his thoughts were. Dabi sighed, running a hand down his face and bringing it down to massage his jaw. This was great. Fine! Totally cool! He wasn't on the verge of exploding and setting this entire place on fire, himself included. He would never.

"You know how human biology works, right? You heard the girl. It's not optional. She either goes or we all suffer. What the fuck do you think Tsukauchi will do to us if he comes home and finds his kid in a tub covered in a ratty sheet and her own bloody? He'll chop me up and feed me to the gators, and you'll be thrown off a cliff!" Dabi insisted. He wanted to say he was exaggerating, but he 100% wasn't. Harper sighed.

"Look. It's heavy flow season down south. Do you know what that means?" Harper raised her brows down at Kurogiri, who sniffled tearfully back. "It means we have about an hour before our time is up. Yeah, I know. The clock is ticking ticking, and it's your heads if my favorite pair of sweat pants gets ruined."

"See, this is a dire situation. Clearly life or death. So let her go, she'll get her shit, and then she'll come right back." Dabi coaxed, his voice not as soothing as it should've probably been, but close enough. Kurogiri stared for a hot second before tightening his grip on the brunette. Harper's eyes narrowed. Ah.

"It's dark out. She'll get murdered." Kurogiri really did turn into a pessimist asshat when experiencing pre-separation anxiety, didn't he?

"And it'll be a blessing, too." Harper breathed. Dabi shot her a look before taking a deep breath. He didn't want to do this. His face looked worse than an eighty-year-old patchwork quilt that had been thrown through a wood chipper, and Kurogiri was still wanted. This was the last thing he wanted to suggest, but Harper's thin thread of patience was about to snap.

"Alright, fine. You did this to yourself. You don't want her to go alone? Fine. Looks like we're tagging along." Dabi marched last them and towards the front door. The sooner the left, the sooner they could get this suffering over with.

"You're shitting me." Harper was horrified. Kurogiri was immediately calmed. He let go of his adopter and got to his feet, straightening his shirt as he did so and brushing off his pants as though nothing had ever happened. Dabi and Harper stared at him with the dryest expressions they could muster. He was pretty composed for someone who'd been wailing like a chicken being murdered a moment ago. Too composed.

"Very well. That will suffice. Thank you very much, Dabi. Harper Rye." Kurogiri gave a formal nod. Harper and Dabi stared for a moment more before sharing a look. Their expressions were alike in the fact that they both appeared completely and totally done with life.

"Yeah, yeah, whatever. Put your damn shoes on so we can get this over with." Dabi grumbled. It was just a trip to the store. What could possibly go wrong?

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So, they were at the supermarket, and literally everything had gone wrong.

Again, Kurogiri was still wanted, so they decided to walk. The rain had pretty much vanished, leaving the sidewalks soaked and the roads full of puddles. The store was only a block and a half or so down, so it's not like they had far to trek. Dabi took the lead while Harper and Kurogiri followed behind him, Kurogiri insisting on holding Harper's hand for "safety purposes." As in he was afraid she'd befall a tragic death and leave him stranded and alone in the world.

Getting to the store? Easy. They'd done it as anyone else would. They walked up, entered the store, and boom. That's when it all went to shit. They got twelve steps in before something went wrong. Twelve steps.

Someone barreled through the swinging doors behind them. A humanoid, bull-like figure with twisting horns and a cow nose, along with the ears and frame to match. Like Hound Dog, but a bovine rather than a canine. Glass sprayed everywhere, all dramatic-like, almost like something out of a movie. The store clerk let out an ungodly shriek. Harper just sighed, and Dabi groaned. Kurogiri let out a scream of his own.

He had the best intentions, but he panicked by mistake. He opened a warp gate in time to stop the bull-man from running into them. But he didn't think too much about where they'd pop out, apparently, because they fell from another portal at an angle. An angle that sent them flying into the shelves.

The resounding crash made everyone wince. Everyone but Harper, who'd heard worse to be honest.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Dabi breathed, more to himself than anyone else. Harper massaged her temples as Dabi stared in mute horror at the destruction. "I'm not paying for all that shit."

That wasn't the end, because, uh, why the hell would it be? Dabi's day was going less than stellar at this point. And then boom. Four guys filter through the demolished front door with guns bigger and longer than Dabi's arm in tow. Harper just stares, Kurogiri is just standing there blinking in confusion as he tries to process the mayhem occuring around him, and Dabi? Dabi has accidentally set the floor on fire.

"On the ground, hands up! Now!" One of the men shouts. Customers are panicking, dropping down. Fire is spreading, the floor is melting, and then, the fire alarm goes off. Which caused the sprinklers to come on. But Dabi's fire is hotter than normal fire, so it doesn't go out. It just creates a shit ton of steam.

"Oh my god." Harper groans, dropping down low as the building fills with a muggy fog that's so thick you can see through it. "I just want a box of tampons. Is that too much to ask? Why is it always me?"

"You have some bad damn luck, kid. I'll tell you that much." Dabi snorted. The glow of Kurogiri's eyes pierced through the fog.

"I'm unsure of where the intruders are, and can't warp them away. What do you suggest we do?" He asked in a level tone. Harper rolled her eyes. So he freaked out over nothing and assumed she'd due from the rain, but was ready to chill out during a robbery. Makes sense.

"We leave, that's what. I'm sure a hero will get here eventually." Dabi sniffed slightly. But things weren't that easy, of course. Shit just had to get worse.

So the robbers had been blinded, essentially. People were screaming in every direction, making it impossible to actually aim and take anyone down. Except for Kurogiri. Who had glowing eyes. So naturally, they shot for the light. Their aim was shit though, so all it did was lodge in his right shoulder.

Harper and Dabi jumped at the deafening bang that left their ears ringing. The screams increased, Harper's headache for worse, and her cramps felt like they'd intensified, just as a last 'fuck you' from her body and she and Dabi both gaped at Kurogiri. The man seemed surprised, gazing down at the wound.

"Oh." The warp gate user said. Harper inhaled sharply.

"'Oh' is right, dipshit! You just got shot!" The sound of sirens were getting closer. There was another shot. No screams or thumps followed. "Just- shit, close your eyes. So they don't do it again."

"Are you not in any pain?! I thought you had a body under there." Harper hissed out lowly as Kurogiri did as he was told, closing his eyes. She was huddled up next to Dabi, hating everyone and everything. She had school tomorrow!

"Ah, yes. It hurts quite a bit. But I'm sure you've noticed that I'm screaming in the inside." Kurogiri reached out blindly, finding her hand and patting it. "I heard bottling up your emotions was healthy."

"Literally who the hell told you that?" Dabi scoffed. Another shot whizzed part, and he and Harper both ducked on instinct. Harper yanked Kurogiri down with them when the idiot didn't follow. The steam was so heavy they could barely breathe. They were too afraid to move, to be honest. Better to wait it out while the gunmen raided the register anyway.

"Sansa." Kurogiri said. As if on cue, a fresh set of people entered the store.

"Heard you were talking shit." Sansa's voice said from somewhere near the door, and then, "Oh, yeah. Police! Put your hands up and drop your weapons!"

Harper and Dabi could barely see each other through the fog, but there was enough visible for them to know they were both grimacing. Because honestly, they really couldn't do anything anymore without some shit like this happening.

[whatisthisnonsense]

Okay you know what I am gonna talk shit in a proper well-thought-out manner because I’m salty and stressed and I may as well channel it into something fun like yelling about anime in an over the top display of angery as befitting this cesspool of a social media platform. This being said I’m gonna do it under a read-more ‘cause most of ya’ll ain’t got time for no negative nonsense and some of you genuinely enjoy Tri, and you know what, I respect you, you’re valid.

Okay so to explain how much I want to throw Bandai into a dumpster, we first need to go back and explain Adventure and the fiasco that was 02.

Digimon Adventure came out in 1999 (March 6th in japan and August 14th in the states, which coincidentally means this show came out exactly on my sixth birthday!) and lasted for about a year, with 54 episodes. The plot was simple; seven punkass grade schoolers turned out to have been chosen by fate to defend the Digital World, an alternate plane of reality created by various forms of digital information (the wee baby internet of the era, for example), mostly to kind of justify Bandai’s V-Pet (Tamogatchis but they’re gross and can FIGHT) and sell toys. So like, Transformers but with more human characters and kickass monsters and sometimes a lesson about the Power Of Friendship. Later, they find out they were chosen because they saw their neighborhood get wrecked by two monsters and Inexplicably Forgot This, as well as the fact there’s actually a missing member of their group (which less than surprisingly turned out to be the leader character’s little sister, who had already been seen in a prior episode and had also been involved in that early monster attack). It was hokey, the english dub generally bordered on that of a proto-abridged series if not aggressively sanitizing things (turning sake into green chili sauce, for example) and it was just good dumb fun and in the end everyone was crying anyway because dammit, while it was dumb fun you still cared about these characters and loved how they grew up. And then came 02.

Hoo boy. Digimon 02 came out in 2000 (April 2nd in japan and August 19th in the states) and lasted for another year or so. While sometimes listed as a second season, in truth it was a sequel series and it had...some interesting ideas, lets say. And I mean that sincerely! They did have some good ideas! But it was pretty clear from the lack of direction and the constant roller coaster of serious and stupid that it was being a sequel for the sake of being a sequel. For example, a whole new super secret crest turned up out of nowhere, which brings up a lot of questions in the lore but is mostly used to prove Ken isn’t irredeemable because he’s a Chosen Child ,as well as the questions about how this Crest is still present and useable and then literally gets no use. No Ultimate Form Wormmon for you, folks, NORMAL digivolution is out! I think I and @yunisverse have made our opinion on how to use that crest better clear while we’re being salty over Wizardmon, ha People have said that it’s big draw was that it had a heavier focus on character development and...yes and no? On the one hand, Ken and Cody’s arcs were genuinely enjoyable, Kindness shenanigans aside, as was occasionally exploring TK and Kari’s trauma, something often brushed over in the original series. On the other hand, more or less the whole of Adventure centered AROUND character growth where in 02 it’s...sporadic. Sometimes even random. However the main two reasons everyone was mad at 02 were these;

The original digidestined that were not Kari or TK got shunted onto the backburner, usually using excuses as they had given up their crest powers sometime between Our War Game and the present (despite that A) this is otherwise disregarding the fact they were supposedly not able to enter the digital world again until 02 and B) the power is literally inside them as part of their core, not something the digiworld actually gave to them, and while it could be diminished it could never actually be removed) or that it was the New Kids turn, often with wildly out of character personality developments. (Looking at you, Sora’s new docileness and Mimi’s lack of involvement in most of the plot period.)

The epilogue, which not only gave everyone really weird future jobs (why is Matt an astronaut?!) but also seemed pretty much out to be as aggressively Happily Ever After without actually stopping to think about any implications or actual lead-ups.

02 usually gets a pass from riding on the Adventure coattails, but everyone still tended to be at least disappointed in what had occurred. Also, more serious takes on Digimon, such as Tamers and some of the games, had been growing in popularity.

Thus Bandai, in it’s infinite wisdom, decided to cash back in on Nostalgia by focusing on the Adventure kids, making them closer to 02 so they’re older and they can therefore do more serious mature takes like Tamers, while also trying to rectify how they would even begin to come around to their epilogue jobs. They do this by killing the 02 cast in the first two minutes.

Welcome to Tri folks! Okay, so the 02 cast isn’t actually dead, but we don’t know where they are for six movies. Six movies!! The most we know for a few years is Ken, for some reason, has reverted to evil! And he has Imperialdramon, which implies Davis is brainwashed too!

He is basically doing this most of the series (which was initially going to be a mini-series before becoming a series of movies which then proceed to often be cut up into episodes, which that alone should tell you the problems BEHIND the scenes much less on screen) and we find out what he is (not actually Ken but an evil Gennai clone which is also out of nowhere) and what he’s doing (apparently bringing Yggdrasil, long time lore big bad of various digimon continuities and also god, into the Adventure storyline) not by efforts of the kids. Oh no. They’re too busy playing with their new friend Mei!

God I wish I was joking. The original squad literally shows no concern for where the 02 gang is until halfway through, and it’s a handwave at best and quickly moved on from. Hell, they barely react to “Ken” and CHEER on defeating Imperialdramon! More gravitas was given to having to kill the plot coupon of the day, Meicoonmon, than someone they actually know and should be upset about. Also making Tai NOT want to rush into a fight (what?), Turns Out Homeostatis Is Also Evil Or At Least Amoral (why), a reveal one of the backstory five original digidestined went mad with grief (no), and also I guess for some reason the kids and digimon were separated again given their reactions despite 02′s ending? That’s. That’s not even keeping your own continuity. Why are you like this. Also connecting to the epilogue just seem to be on a whim (not metaphor, Matt decides to be an astronaut on a whim), the general lack of gravitas in most moments followed by moments of SEVERE gravitas (which is the 02 problem but Worse), and bad jokes. I don’t mean Good Bad Jokes like Adventure, just really not funny jokes. And the real bitch of the matter? It had a few things that should’ve made it AWESOME! Like listen, I miss these idiot kids a lot, and the concept of a virus forcing a reboot on the digiworld and thus having to explore, finally, the digimon as characters and what they would be like without the kids? That’s cool! The idea of undoing all the Perma Digideaths (like WIZARDMON goddammit, and in this own show friggin’ Leomon again) with said reboot and thus having a pretty legitimate reason to allow it? Also cool! Worldbuilding about the previous five digidestined? Neat! And lets be real, you all cried at the cast version of Butter-Fly. You know you did. But the thing is they didn’t DO anything with most of this, or did it in a sloppy way. Example; the virus was basically a means to an end for waking up Yggdrasil (I’m not calling him King Drasil, that’s stupid), right? Why? When the Adventure-verse, often to it’s own detriment, is actively tied to the Milleniumon mythos, you could just pull in that eldritch horror and finally have Ryo make sense everywhere not japan. Or heck, the Dark Ocean! Remember the Dark Ocean? Where literally cthulu is and also Daemon now? Apparently neither do the script writers since that would’ve been a golden opportunity.  Of course, this would be asking for continuity, which Tri has issues with within its own narrative. Remember when I said the reboot should’ve undone all permadeaths? Yeah, Wizardmon still shows up as a ghost later to lead Kari out of trouble. No lines or anything, just pops up facing away from the audience and leads her out, and then vanishes, despite the fact that according to the rules they made up for the reboot, he should be a cute little Mokumon in Primary Village at the moment who remembers nothing. Also it kind of low-key has the vibe that growing up is terrible and results in having to make awful decisions? Which I’m not sure is what they meant to do, but it does pretty much have that end result. And that sucks! Even Tamers didn’t do that! Growing up is HARD, sure, but there are GOOD things about it too, and being Adventure one would think that would be the main focus! Nope. I just. This should have been good and when it was announced I was super excited and now I’m pretty much exasperated by its mere existence. And now we’re getting a sequel after ANOTHER timeskip.

Bandai if this is how you give us a nostalgia feels trip, do us a favor and let Adventure die. You’re just making the sugary memories of childhood have a bitter aftertaste. Or, if you must, just do a proper reboot. Tie up things that actually WERE wrong with the original series and do some clean ups but otherwise leave it untouched. We all know you’re trying to capture the magic twice, guys, you’re not even trying to hide it now. TL;DR, The only parts I like about Tri are Butter-Fly (cast version) and the fact Tai and Matt are gayer than ever

[green-eyeddragonfanfiction]

The Miscellaneous Adventures of the Russian-American Cyborgs and Captain Spangly

Otherwise known as The Completely Non-Canon Shenanigans of Steve, Bucky, and Reader (and occasionally others) from the Winter’s War series.

Credit to @irritated-bisexual for 90% of the name. I might edit this at some point. I wanted to write some fluff because, even after a week, IW is kicking my ass (and by that I mean I’m still dead inside).

“First one to lap Sam 3 times wins,” you said, stretching in the grass surrounding the Reflecting Pool.

Sam gave you the dirtiest of looks, but Steve and Bucky gave each other an identical competitive look before nodding.

“What’re the stakes?” Bucky asked, testing the elasticity of his shirt as he stretched his arms out.

“This is so rude. You’re all a buncha aholes,” Sam grumbled, though there was a sense of resignation to his tone that had the three of you grinning.

“It’s not your fault you weren’t around for questionable 1940′s medical practices that turned you into a freak of nature,” you said, giving the man a jovial pat on the back. You gave him a tiny zap that had him jumping into the air with a yelp.

“Hey! Not cool!” he said, rubbing his shoulder tenderly.

You only smiled innocently. “Dunno what you’re talking about!” you said, turning back to Steve and Bucky who were watching you and Sam with smiles on their faces. “Second place does dishes for a week and the loser gives the winner massages on demand for a week. I would say ‘foot rubs,’ but...” you raised one of your legs and wiggled the metal toes in their faces.

Bucky laughed and shoved your leg away. “I’ll give you a massage any time you want, Dollface,” he said, winking playfully at you. His voice just a little too low and suggestive to be decent for such a public place.

Sam groaned and Steve looked away, a light dusting of pink on his cheeks. “Damn guys, really?” Sam asked, exasperated.

Bucky smiled sheepishly at Sam. “Sorry, pal.”

Sam just waved him away. “Yeah, yeah. We doin’ this or what?” he asked, nodding towards the path the three of you always used for exercise. Most days you and Steve would get up early to go running and be joined by Bucky after the first couple laps. Sam would join during the cool down phase of the run, something all four of you poked fun at good-naturedly (Sam was comfortable about his abilities and all of you appreciated him even if he couldn’t run upwards of thirty miles per hour).

“Let’s do it,” you said with a smirk. Steve nodded and the four of you lined up at a crack in the cement.

“Rules?” Sam asked, eyeing the three of his super friends warily.

“No heel jets!” Steve and Bucky said at the same time, making you laugh out loud.

“You guys are no fun!” you said, crouching low in a runner’s stance. Your talons popped out and dug into the cement slightly, giving you a good grip for when Sam started the race.

“Says the second faster person on the planet,” Bucky scoffed, though he was smiling.

“Well I’ll just race Pietro from now on, then,” you jabbed.

Bucky’s face went dark at the mention of the speedster. “No, that’s ok,” he said delicately. You rolled your eyes at his jealousy and stood long enough to peck him on the cheek.

“Go!”

Where your husband had stood a split second before there was now only empty space. You turned to glare at Sam who’d begun jogging leisurely away from you. Steve had gotten even farther than Bucky.

You closed the distance between you and Sam in a few bounding strides then made a show of running backwards while you glared at him.

“You did that on purpose,” you accused, though it was clear from your smile you weren’t mad.

Sam shrugged. “Gotta give those boys a chance, don’t I?” he asked, his toothy grin lighting up his face.

You rolled your eyes and chose not to dignify that with a response. Instead you turned and began running in earnest.

You were laying on your stomach on the couch, watching a TV show called Game of Thrones. Clint and Natasha had gotten you, Steve, Sam, and Bucky hooked on it and you were on season 3 and had a feeling you’d be on season 4 before you went to bed tonight.

You let out a vaguely pornographic moan when Bucky found a particularly tense knot in your back. His metal fingers worked it out with ease then his flesh fingers came in to sooth the area on it, warming it back up again.

“How’re the dishes comin’ Stevie?” you asked playfully from the couch, not taking your eyes off the screen. You could hear the gentle clink of dishes and a huff of laughter over the sounds of battle on the screen.

“Wouldn’t be so bad if Buck and I didn’t eat so much,” Steve said, smile in his voice.

“I’ll trade ya. She’s got more knots that a fisherman’s net,” Bucky said jokingly.

“Don’t be sour just cause you’re the slowest, sweetheart,” you snarked playfully, earning a particularly hard jab of his thumb in your back. You squawked indignantly and Bucky chuckled deeply.

Steve laughed earnestly at that. “Nah, I like my hands attached to my wrists. Don’t need you tearin’ ‘em off cause I touched your girl.”

“Yer damn right!” Bucky called good-naturedly.

Sam turned a venomous glare on the two of you. You knew Steve would be getting that look, too, if he weren’t in the kitchen. “I am missing the best part of this damn episode and if the three of you don’t shut up I’ll make sure Clint spoils the rest of the season for you!” he threatened.

In the kitchen, Steve went dead silent. Even the delicate clatter of plates had stopped. You and Bucky stared at Sam in horror and wisely shut your mouths.

Sam nodded in satisfaction. “Yeah, that’s what I thought. Damn rude old people.”

[salavante]

Last one, with a compilation of all the heads incoming! I already answered the ask where @solrika originally asked about Rusty, so this one’s a free-floater. 

Full Name: Rusty Tsivanoh

Gender and Sexuality: Nonbinary Transmasculine (they have been through the magical equivalent of HRT but no top surgery), Bisexual

Pronouns: They/Them with masculine honorifics (Mr., Boyfriend, Husband, Sir, etc)

Ethnicity/Species: Luch-Dor (Bennai mixed with a bennai subspecies known as the Dor)

Birthplace and Birthdate: Born in a subsection of Logtown, and would refer to their birthday by the Bennai calendar, but we’d be familiar with it as January 21st.

Guilty Pleasures: Pretty much all of the guilty pleasures regard unhealthy food - big milkshakes, loaded nachos, giant cheeseburgers, chicken & waffles, key lime pie etc. They maintain a really rigorous fitness routine and diet, but will buckle every once in awhile. Odwain is a bad influence. 

Phobias: They’re a really loving dad when they have kids and their #1 fear is something bad happening to one of them, which unfortunately does happen in the case of Horace and Horatio respectively.

What They Would Be Famous For: Adventuring with The Network (Hare & Jonquil’s organization), being a key engineer on a large building project (well, textbook famous, not celebrity famous). In Ozzy’s universe Rusty is part of a government task force that hunts Liches and while they couldn’t be recognized on sight, their codename, Heatmiser, is well known.

What They Would Get Arrested For: They actually were canonically arrested on an assault charge, lol.

OC You Ship Them With: Rusty is one of those characters who has good chemistry with a LOT of people. My two big ones that I fawn over are Rusty/Odwain and Rusty/Jonquil, but in Ozzy’s universe Rusty has a daughter with Rutabaga, and they also have good potential romantic chemistry with Hare, Domino, Nev and (a couple names that mean nothing to anyone but me and Jacob) Hemlock and Trillium.  

OC Most Likely To Murder Them: I mean Odwain depending on what stage in their relationship is in when you look at it (he did not like them at first), and there also are universes where they are enemies instead of friends or lovers. The only constant is that their relationship is always really intense. Oh, and The Machine God also wants to eat their dick.

Favorite Movie/Book Genre: When Rusty reads its probably for the absorption of information more often than it is for pleasure, whether its scientific journals, stuff about fitness or research papers in their field of expertise. Movies are something they’re more likely to seek entertainment in, and honestly probably like some pretty basic stuff. Action films, the occasional horror movie, romance - anything as long as it doesn’t get slow or boring. They like popcorn flicks.

Least Favorite Movie/Book Cliche: Not a fan of slow-burn types of stuff or things that are too heady or artsy or complicated.  

Talents and/or Powers: A master engineer with a genius level IQ. They started out being nonmagical, but some shenanigans ensue that make them magically sensitive. Horatio’s pop, the Rusty that’s married to Jonquil, is a witch that uses fire magic. In our current tabletop game they’ve taken a prestige class called a Warcaller, where they can do magical enhancements to themself by speaking simple incantations.

Why Someone Might Love Them: They’re full of rustic charisma, are good with people and are fairly emotionally intuitive, and extremely reliable once they’ve simmered down in their late 20’s. Good to people in low social classes, where they have their roots, and have a lot of compassion for their struggles. The make things with the genuine intention of creating stuff that will make peoples’ lives easier. Solid sense of humor and a big, hearty laugh, and are good at having fun wherever they are. Really sweet and generous towards people they care about, and very romantic and chivalrous with their chosen partners.  

Why Someone Might Hate Them: They were a fucking shithead from about the ages of 16-23. Started shit at the drop of a hat, got in fights all the time, picked on people who they felt deserved it, ran their mouth. They were the guy who’d come to your party, get drunk and crash head first into your mother’s china cabinet. Even today, Rusty has a temper and will throw the first punch if they are inclined, and has a very strong personality that I think would cause some people to actively avoid them.  

How They Change: I can’t speak much about comic verse. But in our games, obviously their relationship with Odwain changes from something very antagonistic to something very loving, but I’d say Rusty gets a lot less volatile even from then on out. They worry about the people they care about more, and when their son has a near death experience, they are way more overprotective of him than they ever could’ve imagined they’d be. In our current game, they’ve been wrestling with how Odwain has visibly aged while they’ve stayed the same, how they can spend the rest of his life with him, but they’ll be without him for a significant stretch of theirs. They are not going to grow old together. This is exasperated when Odwain, well, DIES. YEAH HE DIED a few sessions ago. If the PCs win the game The Hunt will resurrect the dead, but if they don’t, he’s just dead, dude. Rusty’s in a rough spot right now. They feel most powerless they’ve ever been. 

Why You Love Them: Mm, well, I don’t love talking about being trans, but I made Rusty when I was first kind of dipping my toe into presenting the way I felt, right before I started coming out to people. Rusty is unapologetic about who they are and it gave me something to be encouraged by. It sounds dumb, but I went, if some asshole gave me shit about Rusty’s pronouns or their appearance, wouldn’t I defend them? And wouldn’t they defend themselves? So I should be able to defend myself too. Same with, “they saw in themselves a person they didn’t like and resolved to change it. Bad things they may have done in the past do not make them a bad person in the present, because they have put in the labor to become a better version of themself.” They are sort of a personal physical ideal - the build, facial hair, body hair, chest size etc that I would ask for if the Testosterone Fairy told me I could wish for anything. I love them because I needed a part of myself to love, because I am very, very bad at it.

[nishi-key]

tumblr shorts # 2 ( “i just need ten minutes”)

prompted by an anon on my main blog, prompt from this post (#149)

this effort is not succeeding so far. but really belated happy birthday anyway, yaku! 

other shorts can be found here.

When Kuroo reappears outside their gym doors, drenched in sweat and frantic, Yaku has been standing there for nearly half an hour.

“Kuroo, are you done yet?” he asks, his frown deep.

Kuroo blinks as he stops mid-step, and then rapidly shakes his head. “No, no, no, not yet, Yakkun, not yet,” he says. His movements are jerky and rushed; it makes Yaku nervous. “Ten minutes, I just need ten minutes. Can you give me that?”

“You said that earlier, but I’ve been standing here for twenty.”

“Yeah, yeah, but ten more. I promise this time. Please?”

His grin is crooked but wide, overtly rattled, and Yaku can’t bring himself to further press his growing impatience when the guy has his hands folded across his chest. “What are you even doing in there?” he mutters, more to himself, and then sighs. “Fine, go. Hurry.”

“Thank you you’re the best hold on,” Kuroo hastily says, and then he runs off.

It takes all of Yaku’s cultivated discipline not to defy Kuroo’s earlier orders and just barge into the gym regardless of what’s taking place inside, because that’s the thing: he has no idea what’s taking place inside. But if Kuroo’s harrassed mannerisms and the occasional scream from Yamamoto are any indication, it can’t be anything good. Coupled with the fact that they’ve decided to leave Yaku out of their little shenanigans and Yaku is very, very concerned.

Still, he doesn’t move, doesn’t do anything he’ll regret, doesn’t give more than the raise of an eyebrow when Kuroo sprints past him with a small wave using the hand that doesn’t currently hold spray paint and throws himself back inside the gym. He tells himself he can trust them not to tear the building to shreds, but the nagging in his gut that disaster is about to strike doesn’t go away.

And then he hears Kai let out a startled scream. A scream. And suddenly all hell is loose, all restraint is gone, and he’s flying towards the doors and flinging them open, his mind completely free of Kuroo and his instructions and promises, completely expecting to see the gym trashed or filled with holes or on fire or all three.

Instead, what he sees are balloons, some inflated and most not, scattered on the floor; a banner haphazardly flung on the bleachers reading ‘Congration’; and an entire chocolate cake fallen to the ground at the center of a circle of his teammates, Kuroo gesturing angrily to the sticky heap, harshly muttering, “—what the hell are we supposed to do, how are we gonna clean up this up in ten—”

And it all stops when they see him hovering by the doorway.

All their faces drip with shock, some with what Yaku can recognize as slight embarrassment and fear, but then Fukunaga moves his hands, lets his fingers wiggle in an almost unsightly manner, and says, “Surprise.”

Just like that, the sea of gapes becomes a sea of smiles, and every idiot surrounding the soiled cake yells, “SURPRISE!”

“Happy birthday, Yaku-san!” Shibayama heartily adds, and several others follow along with their own variations.

“Uh,” Yaku says, blinking at the banner, “thanks, but why is the party four days late?”

“It wouldn’t be a surprise if we did it on the day itself, so I said we should do it after!” Lev says, grin extremely proud.

“Oh. Well. It worked, I guess.” Despite himself and the commotion before him, Yaku smiles as he approaches the ridiculous group and the pile of brown on the floor. He makes a face at it. “But geez, couldn’t you have thrown me a cleaner party?”

“Yeah, yeah, we can have a cleaning party after the actual one,” Kuroo says, no longer tense but still very much sweaty, as he bends down to pick up a chunk of fallen cake still somehow holding onto a candle, and lights the thing up. “You’ll have to settle for this cake and this setup, though. Make a wish.”

“I wish I had a bigger cake.”

“Yakkun. No. You’re not supposed to say it out loud or it won’t come true. See, this is why the cake didn’t make it. It saw the future. It predicted your mistakes.”

“Kuroo, quiet down and let Yaku make his wish,” Kai says, but he’s smiling regardless and it’s hard for Yaku not to do the same.

He lets out a deep, exasperated, fond exhale (as he usually does whenever he’s in this gym with these people), glances at each face that stares at him, waiting for him to extinguish his candle, and shakes his head. “You’re all kind of a mess without me, aren’t you?”

“Maybe.” Kuroo shrugs, grins wider.

Yaku smiles back, looks at his team, the balls in the cart, the failure of a banner, the even bigger failure of a cake, the chair that’s put to use usually only by the coaches whose screams of horror upon seeing the chocolate on the floor he can already hear, the gym doors, the little fire flickering by his face and the hand that holds it.

He makes his wish and drinks in the applause that follows.

[ladyloveandjustice]

The Great Ace Attorney Replay: Case 4, Part 2, did you know I like Franziska guys did you

This case and interacting with baby Franziska as baby Miles are definitely the best part of this game. I missed so much the first time around by not clicking every possible option on everything. literally every time they talk is solid gold. She’s so good.

For instance I presented some stuff and BEHOLD THE ONLY TIME IN RECORDED MEMORY FRANZISKA SAID SOMETHING NICE ABOUT GUMSHOE (it was because he was a sweetheart to Kay, because of course it was:

Franziska: Scruffy seems to have taken a liking to that little girl. (..) He must be a frightfully big softy. He may be a fool, but I guess I can recognize his soft side as one good point about him.

She tries to undercut it but you know what I THINK SHE MEANT IT. And it’s honestly pretty amazing that she was influenced by and emulates her father so much yet still sees having a “soft side” as a good point? bc VK is definitely the kind of person who would act like kindness, especially to the level Gumshoe took it for Kay, is weakness. Miles not completely internalizing that can be explained by his dad and friends influencing him pre-VK, but Franziska never had that. So it’s pretty amazing she developed a sense of compassion and a respect for compassion anyhow. 

Then if I examine a poster of the Judge:

Franziska: The Judge has it all wrong! The star of the courtroom isn’t him, it’s me, Franziska von Karma!

Miles: (As long as she doesn’t turn evil, I suppose I can live with “just another megalomaniac”)

OMFG MILES. I can’t believe you. He’s just standing there. Contemplating his sister’s future. “YOU KNOW AS LONG AS SHE DOESN’T TURN INTO A SUPERVILLAIN I THINK WE’LL BE OKAY. FRANZISKA I’LL BE PROUD OF YOU NO MATTER WHAT, AS LONG AS YOU DON’T GO FULL SUPERVILLAIN. PLEASE.”

I’M HONESTLY WANDERING AROUND THE COURTHOUSE NOW I WANT TO GET ALL I CAN OUT OF THEIR INTERACTION.

Franziska (to guard): If I’m not “authorized personnel”, then what do you think I am?

Guard …Um…the younger sibling of a dysfunctional relationship?

Franziska: I’M NOT THE YOUNGER ONE. HE IS. NOW GET THAT STRAIGHT IN YOUR HEAD.

Miles: (I believe there is a more objectionable part you should be upset over, Franziska)

WOW, GUARD, JUST WOW. DON’T HOLD BACK. That was amazing. HOW LONG HAS THIS GUARD BEEN WATCHING THEM.  HE KNOWS THEM SO WELL. He’s just been watching them bicker in fascinated horror, like “someone please get help these children jesus where is a therapist”.

Also, Miles, Fran knows you guys are dysfunctional, she’s just being a little more self aware than you are. It’s cute Miles doesn’t think they are and is offended though. “EXCUSE U GUARD OUR RELATIONSHIP IS SUPER FUNCTIONAL”

If I go up to the defense attorneys bench in the courtroom Miles spaces out and starts thinking about his tragic past. BUT THEN

Franziska: What are you thinking about? Lately the more wrinkly your face becomes, the less I’m able to read what you’re thinking.

Miles: WELL I NEVER. I’ll have you know, I don’t have a single wrinkle on my youthful brow!

There are so many amazing things about this. One, the fact Franziska was just basically like “are you brooding again Miles I can’t tell anymore because you’ve become so fucking old”

Two, the fact that Franziska has so much confidence in her ability to read Miles like a book. Like she’s looking at him and is genuinely annoyed she can’t read his mind right now because she knows him well enough that she’s typically able to.

three: Miles said “WELL I NEVER” thus proving Franziska is right about him being a wrinkly old man. on the inside at least.

IF I SHOW HER MY PROSECUTOR’S BADGE:

Franziska: Do you think you can win this competition simply by showing that to me?

Miles: Not at all. In fact, I was planning to thank you. I wouldn’t be a prosecutor today without you or your father.

HE ACTUALLY CREDITS FRANZISKA WITH HELPING HIM BECOME A PROSECUTOR THAT’S SO SWEET. I’m guessing if he does that means they probably studied together occasionally? Imagine baby Miles and Fran doing flash cards or mock trials together or something. Also I imagine her competitiveness actually did help keep him motivated, as exasperated as he is by it.

 (And I imagine learning stuff together and the fact they taught each other things means it must have hurt Fran even more when Miles just kind of left the country and left her behind). 

Franziska: …I didn’t really do much. You became a prosecutor first, that’s all. BUT JUST YOU WAIT AND SEE, MILES EDGEWORTH. VERY SOON, I’LL BE A PROSECUTOR TOO.

Miles: Good! Then we can both send criminals away together as colleagues!

omg he’s genuinely excited to work with her this is adorable

Franziska: Hmmph…but you can be sure that I will always get more convictions than you!

Miles (…it’s almost cute that she’s going this far to insist that she’ll always win. …Almost.)

More things Phoenix and Miles have in common: thinking Franziska’s over the top hostile competitiveness is almost kind of adorable. ALMOST.

More dysfunctional siblings shenanigans next episode!

[shirorozutriea]

Ga(y)me Bonding

Well what do you know, I did post this thing today! Is this the Halloween fever, a spooky event, maybe. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this brotp.

Weiss Schnee can’t believe herself right now, as she is standing in front of a house where a resident brute is living her own luxurious life full of games and shenanigans. And what more is she is standing right here asking for a little bit of help from her.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this. I will never get to hear the end of this.” Sighed Weiss. She hesitantly lift her arm preparing to knock, but the door flew open in her face and she jumped in shock.

“Hey, Weiss! Saw you standing there so I opened up.” Grinned Yang. Weiss groaned in exasperation.

“Warn me next time, Yang.” Weiss said with a deep scowl.

“Next time.” Winked Yang.

Yang being a gentlewoman that she is opened the door wide enough to let Weiss inside. Weiss thanked her for her courtesy and looked around the house.

“Is Blake here?” Asked Weiss.

“Nope. She’s out to meet Sun and Velvet, something about Faunus meeting somewhere here in Vale.” Said Yang, going to the kitchen. “Want some tea or coffee?”

“Tea? You drink tea?” Asked Weiss in confusion.

Yang shook her head from the kitchen. “Not really. It’s more of Blake’s tea to go, while me I just dig in. I like the Menagerie blend though.”

Weiss nodded as if Yang could see her. “Do you have like coffee beans?”

Yang looked behind her to see Weiss. She looked up for a moment in thought. “Yeah, I think. Since Raven likes her coffee beans from Mistral.”

Weiss smiled. “Mistral coffee beans pack quite a punch. Both on the taste buds and pocket.”

Yang laughed at the comment. “That is quite true.”

Yang brewed the coffee and went to the living room to give Weiss her share of coffee goodness. She reached out the cup of coffee to Weiss, which the latter gladly accept.

“You sure make good coffee.” Weiss compliments as she took a sip.

“Gotta hand it to those times Blake and Raven having hangover from time to time.” Chuckled Yang.

“Blake drinks?” Blinked Weiss. Yang nodded.

“But it’s occasionally. With Sun and others, or those rare nights with me.” Yang replied.

Weiss hummed in consideration. Weiss continue to drink, not knowing where to start her ‘odd’ request.

“So, what brings you here in this wonderful abode of the almighty Xiao Long.” Grinned Yang. Weiss rolled her eyes playfully, but smiled.

“I have a rather odd—request.” Said Weiss, looking around nervously.

“Odd? How odd exactly?” Asked Yang.

“Something that you would never thought I'd request.” Said Weiss, blushing.

Yang held out a hand. “Weiss, I’m taken, no.”

Weiss looked at Yang in confusion, before she gaped at her in horror. “Get your mind out of the gutter, Yang! Gross!”

Yang roared up, laughing. ‘Sorry, sorry. So what’s it?”

“..me.. ga..” Muttered Weiss.

“Teach me gay? Weiss, you’re already gay enough I assure you. You don’t need teaching you useless lesbian.” Laughed Yang.

“TEACH ME HOW TO PLAY GAMES, XIAO LONG!!” Exclaimed Weiss, surprising Yang and the sudden shout.

“G-games?! Who are you and what have you done to Weiss Schnee?” Yang panicked. Weiss frowned at Yang.

“I’m being serious, Yang.” Said Weiss, with utmost sincerity.

Holy shit, she is serious.

Yang coughed. “And what brings you to that request. And you’re right, I never get to imagine the day you’ll ask something like that.”

Weiss coughed. “W-well, I want to know what does you and Ruby find in this sorts of activities, fun. And I kind of want to play some with Ruby but I’m too afraid to ask her to teach me.”

Yang blinked. She grinned.

“Don't worry, Weissy! I got ya covered!” Declared Yang, pointing her thumb to herself.

Weiss sipped her coffee. “I hold you on to that.”

***

“Yang, please stop. You’re taking my kill!!” Yelled Weiss, tapping aggressively on her scroll.

“Then finish them faster.” Grinned Yang.

“I am trying and you’re cheating!” Said Weiss.

“Come, Weiss. All is fair in love and war!” Laughed Yang.

“Shut up, Yang.” Growled Weiss, trying to kill Rafaela. “Stupid, healer.”

“Oh come on, don’t diss the healers.” Said Yang. “I’m our healer, here.”

“Which is unusual. Shouldn't you be a tank or fighter?” Said Weiss, killing the minions around the turret. “Ah! I died.”

“It's okay, Weiss.” Said Yang. “I died too.”

“Well, I don’t feel bad about you dying in the game.” Said Weiss. Yang put a hand on her chest.

“You wound me, Schnee. Or should I say Mrs. Rose.” Teased Yang, nudging the latter’s side.

“Not yet.” Smiled Weiss.

“Oho, Schnee is marrying my sister, eh.” Smiled Yang in amusement. Weiss looked at her.

“Of course, I would. I love your sister. And she made me the happiest woman living on Remnant.” Weiss softly smile.

Yang pats the latter’s back, albeit a bit harder than expected causing for the heiress to almost end up being on the floor at the force.

“Yang, you're making my character dead!” Panicked Weiss, tapping on the skill set she had.

“Quite ironically and also it makes sense that you would pick Ruby as the your hero.” Mentioned Yang. Weiss blushed and shush Yang, who laughed at the comment.

“Adorable little Weissy. Always so smitten for Ruby.” Teased Yang.

“And I bet all my money that on a certain upcoming poll, you’ll suggest a character that is similar to Blake.” Muttered Weiss, killing Akai.

“Woah! You already got your first kill.” Yang exclaimed. “Nice one, Schnee.”

Weiss’s teammates are already in shambles and is getting killed by the other team. While Yang is trying to heal everyone that is currently ‘alive’ which means nearly dead in the game.

“I know some healers are a bit kinda sloppy, but this time it’s not the healers fault.” Commented Yang. Weiss hummed in agreement.

“I may be a ‘noob’ as you would call us newbies, but this is entirely ridiculous.” Said Weiss as she watched another teammate die.

“Weiss, let’s end this.” Said Yang with determination.

“Alright, support me Yang.” Said Weiss, readying herself.

Weiss dashed towards the turret, pulling Elsa, I mean Aurora on the turret where she finishes her off with the help of the turret and Yang. Yang healed Weiss nearly low health to make her fit to battle. Their teammates came running and providing support and killing some hero’s and minions along the way.

Weiss decided to push and destroy the remaining turret from the other team, clearing the field so that they can execute more attacks. Weiss used her first skill to kill the minions and the second skill to stun nearby enemies and then killing them on her third skill.

“MONSTER KILL! MANIAC! UNSTOPPABLE!”

On the top flashes the words that meant to say that all enemies are killed and they are now charging to the base. One more slash and..

“VICTORY!!”

“Weiss!” Yang side hugged Weiss and cheered. “You did it, Weiss!”

“Did what?” Wheezed Weiss as Yang crush her ribs. “Yang, my ribs.”

“Look at your scroll!” Yang exclaimed. “Who got the MVP?”

Weiss looked at her scroll and saw her name.

“Oh.” Weiss looked at her scroll. “What’s that suppose to mean?”

“You are the best player, but of course not as best as me. I’ll just let you take the cake for now.” Said Yang.

“Is that so?” Weiss smiled. “Why thank you, Xiao Long.”

“No need. That’s what sisters are for.” Said Yang. Weiss’s neck do a whiplash and looked at Yang wide eyed.

Yang, only just noticed what she said and looked away from Weiss, blushing. Weiss bit back a laugh, but eventually ended up giggling before laughing at the display in front of her.

“So, I got your approval, huh?” Said Weiss in amusement, teasing her fellow teammate.

“N-no! You need to do more than that to make me say yes to you marrying Rubes.” Countered Yang. Weiss chuckled.

“I don’t think I need that. I already got the answer even before this happened anyway.” Said Weiss.

Yang was confused.

“What do you mean?” Asked Yang.

“Oh nothing. Let’s just say it involves with you being drunk and telling me a lot of compliments and other pleasant words about Ruby and I.” Said Weiss, smiling in triumph.

Needless to say, Yang was terrified and quite curious as to what she said on that particular day.