#except fire walk with me. that one is. augh

[theloopus]

have you seen mulholland drive? you would love mulholland drive

syl... syl my beloved... i'm so sorry to tell you this n disappoint you like this. but i have in fact seen mulholland drive. and. well. i kinda sorta didn't like it at all

[icewindandboringhorror]

Recent-ish things ~

[mkpersephone]

In Civil War, Team Cap and Team Iron Man are gathering their members, and according to the movie, Clint goes after Wanda. But this time...

Clint Barton had made that fire, knowing it would draw out Vision and give him enough time to talk to Wanda. He was ready to confront him, bringing his special arrows that would deliver an electric shock that could trap Vision in it. As he walked through the compound looking for Wanda, he heard a voice, Wanda, talking to someone else. But that was impossible, no one else should be here, all the intel told him that there was no one in the Avengers compound except Wanda and Vision.

Clint slowed down as a precaution and readied an arrow from his quiver. As he moved slowly through the darkness, he listened intently to hear their conversation.

It was a man's voice, a deep, strong tone and a faint accent that Clint wasn't sure where it belonged.

- Wanda, listen to me, these humans are getting ready to fight each other, They want to kill each other, they want to chain each other, they want to take away your freedom. Today it's just a piece of paper, tomorrow, they will put a collar around your neck and force you to obey them. It's something I've been warning everyone about for years. They blame you for everything my dear, they hate you for this, they want to put you on trial for this. Don't you understand? and for what? All those humans you saved in Lagos don't matter to them, only five dead Wakanda politicians and the whole world is after you. Stark doesn't care about you, Rogers doesn't care about you, one of them wants to imprison you in the house, and the other one just needs you for your power so he can save his childhood friend from the consequences of his own actions.

The man's voice was familiar to Clint, but he couldn't be sure where he had heard it before. From where he was hidden, he couldn't see the man's face or even his figure, But only a small part of Wanda's face. She was completely upset had her head down in a thoughtful somewhat embaresed position, as if she did not dare to look at the man eye. She didn't answer to his previous accusations just one sentence: They are my friends.

The man sighed, as if he had been struck by a sudden pain: "Your friends *a deep pause, as if he didn't know how to continue* want to hand you over to the government. Thay want you to You'll have to answer for saving all those innocent people. They want to put you under house arrest, they want to take away your every freedom of action. They want to blame you for everything that's happened in Lagos. And if you don't cooperate with them and don't bow to their every whim, they'll send you to Raft! Do you know where Raft is? These so called friend will do this to you. This same heroic, honest, ethical, and dedicated team that you are so very proud of.

He said each of these words with a low voice and a passion as if they were the worst kind of insults. And for him, perhaps they were.

- They wouldn't do that. You're paranoid. They would never do that to me. Stark kept me here for my own safety. I know, I'm sure.

She doesn't sound very sure.

At this moment, Vision returned: Wanda, there was a fire in the compound. I wanted to– augh, augh!

Clint couldn't see what was happening, but from the sound of it, it seemed like Vision was in pain. Wanda's anxious voice came: Please don't hurt him! Please. He's the only one I have here. Please! He didn't do anything!

The man said in an authoritative tone, "It's too late, Wanda, make your decision. Come back with me to where you belong, to the people you belong to, or stay here with these humans and their toys and share their fate!"

At this point, Clint decided that hiding was enough, he had waited long enough, it was bad enough to hear that some bastard had come and was questioning the entire Avengers, but he was damned if he was going to let him take Wanda with him.

While he put one of his most powerful arrows in the holster, he came out from behind the wall: "Well, you bastard, I don't know who or what you are, but don't think I'm going to let you come here and threaten this girl. She's like my own daughter, you understand? I adopted her."

When Clint emerged from behind the wall, the man's back was to him. All he could see was a tall, stocky figure with white curly hair that reached down to his shoulders. The Vision was kneeling at the man's feet, trapped in what seemed like an invisible death grip.

Wanda looked at him with a mixture of surprise and fear. But the man didn't move at all, and didn't show the slightest sign of acknowledging for Clint or the weapon that was pointed at him. Instead, in one slow motion, he raised his right hand and made a fist. And all hell broke loose.

Clint's bow was knocked out of his hand, his quiver was ripped from his back, all his knives and hidden weapons were pulled out of their pockets, and Clint was suspended in midair, and then one of his own arrows was wrapped around his neck. At that moment, Clint remembered where he had heard that voice, he didn't need anything else to confirm who this man was. Actions spoke for themselves.

The Master of Magnetism, Erik Magnus Lensherr, Magneto, with all his dignity and awe turned around and stared at Clint with his icy cold blue eyes.

He said in a voice dripping with venom:" If my daughter needs another father, I can find a better one myself."

Clint and Vision simultaneously muttered through clenched teeth: Daughter?

Wanda stood there like a deer caught in the headlights. She glanced at Clint and then at Vision and begged Magneto, "Father, please! Don't do this, they're my friends. Vision helped me a lot after Pietro died and Clint saved my life on Sokovia! FATHER!?

Magneto looked away from Clint and took two steps closer to Wanda, towering over her: "You WILL come with me. You may hate me for it. But I would perfer you live to do so. *Magneto took Wanda's chin in his hand and forced her to look at him, his eyes lost their hard expression and instead filled with pain and sorrow* I lost your brother, I don't want to lose you too. There is no mercy for you among these humans my daughter. Come with me. I am sorry for everything. I love you. Wanda!"

He said her name like a plea.

Wanda looked into her father's sad eyes: "Ich liebe dich auch, Vater." And threw herself into his arms. "But please let my friends go."

Magento slowly nodded and with a small gesture of hus hand he released both Vision and Clint.

Wanda stood there awkwardly next to her father، She looked at Clint and Vision with tearful eyes: I'm sorry, I'm so sorry.

Magneto put a protective arm around her shoulder: "For perfectly valid reasons, Wanda hid her and her brother's relationship with me from all of you, if they, the ones in charge of this contract, find out she's my daughter, they'll make things many times harder for her. You can have your civil war, I couldn't care less, but don't bring my daughter into it. *he glances deeply at Wanda* She's all I have left."

Clint could relate to this. He nodded in agreement. "Okay. Just for Wanda's sake." And he smiled reassuringly.

Wanda returned the smile and looked at her father: "I'm going to get my things."

In less than half an hour, they were both gone. Clint wasn't sure he'd made the right decision, but when he remembered Magneto's tired, pained look, he wondered how he would have acted if one of his children had been in Wanda's place right now. Now the only problem left was to come up with a plausible excuse for the captain to explain Wanda's sudden disappearance without arousing suspicion.

Wow, this was supposed to be really short, but I got carried away. This is the longest fic I've ever written, and I hope it's good. If there are any problems with grammar or terminology, It's because English is not my first language.

[goron-king-darunia]

Annon-Guy: What do you think of the Sonic Adventure 2 Songs?

All of them are bops. Sonic's theme takes the original lyrics, bumps them up to fit a faster paced and more upbeat song. Improves upon the original in every way. The original from Sonic Adventure is already a 9 out of 10, but this pushes it up to a 10/10, and the opening whistle sound is iconic, honestly. Tails' theme is, musically, better than the original. The arrangement fits with Tails' character growth as he becomes more capable and confident, even though he botches the main mission at the end and almost gets Sonic killed because, well, he's an 8 year old kid. Or he used to be. Sega seems to be scrubbing up the lore and trying to make his age ambiguous now which I literally just found out about because I couldn't remember whether he was 6 or 8 or 10 and apparently he's been depicted as young as 4 and a half in some materials which is wild. Like, I love the child genius archetype in fiction but dear god 4 is definitely too young. If he wants to be meddling with machines that can crush his little bones in his own house I guess that's fine but running around and destroying Eggman with Sonic at age 4 is insane. Little buddy you should be sipping some juice and making sand castles. Sonic's already too young to be fighting villains like Eggman as a teen (though to be fair I aged wildly out of the target demographic so EVERYONE in that series except maybe Eggman and Shadow are too young to be doing what they're doing! XD) Tails fucking up a grown man at age 4 is just insane to think about. Like yes yes child genius but FFS, 4 is just a baby. And they did it again with Cream and Cheese later. I understand that in a lot of lore it's all the animals against Eggman because he's literally a terrorist and they have no choice but come on, when you can walk around station square and see grown adults who aren't doing jack shit to stop Eggman, it should not fall to fucking prepubescent kids to fight back. AUGH!) Rant aside, Tails' theme also increases the pep as Sonic's new arrangement does, but the flaw is that the lyrics don't flow as well. The chorus absolutely cranks it up to 20/10. That slow and yearning "I want to fly high" is absolutely killer. The first verse absolutely bops too. But when it gets to later verses, the lyrics fall apart and just don't fit the rhythm. Also, they lose out on the absolutely killer bit of "there's things that only I can do, No one's Alone!" from the first arrangement. Now it's just smushed together into some unrecognizeable word salad due to trying to fit the original lyrics in an arrangement where they don't vibe well. I think it would be possible to take the best parts of both arrangements and make a 12/10 song, but as it stands, they're both about equally good at 8/10.

Knuckles' theme improves. The softer voice for the rap fits much better with the lyrical vocals they ported over as a backdrop from the first arrangement, but the sound mixing is poor so that it's difficult to parse the lyrics if you don't already know them. But then again maybe that's just my auditory processing disorder. That said, I do think the contrast of the rougher rap and the softer vocals being kept separate in the original was thematically on-point. If they had kept the rap in the new arrangement distinct from the vocals they took from the original and kept it as a refrain between verses, it would be absolute fire. Still an improvement. The scratching lends a hip-hop quality to it that I definitely jive with. Absolute fire. Original was a decent 7/10, the new version manages an 8.5 out of 10. If the sound mixing was a little better and they kept the original vocals as a refrain, I think it could be a 9.5 out of 10. Shadow's theme is, sadly, the weakest to me. It absolutely fits his character, but the vocal performance is weak. Say what you will about the game "Shadow the Hedgehog" but that had absolutely baller themes for Shadow and the lyrics absolutely added to it. I understand that theoretically Shadow would have actually permanently died at the end of SA2, and they only brought him back because he was insanely popular. So setting him apart with the harsher techno-rock-metal soundtrack where the lyrics aren't the focus sets him up as an intimidating foil to Sonic's more cheerful and upbeat personality and the contrasting themes absolutely reflect that. But I feel like they could have done a little more to reflect Shadow's ultimate conflict of realizing that revenge doesn't change anything and that Maria wouldn't have wanted him to destroy the world for her. Honestly I feel the same about Richter's theme from DotNW but in a different direction. While Richter's theme does try to telegraph his more complicated feelings and motives by setting up that harsh, rhythmic bass line and bringing in the sweeter violin, it sounds too dissonant to me. I think they could have had more synergy. Shadow's theme is a bit of the opposite. I think there could have been more contrast. Honestly the lyrics come in so late and so low that I forget this song even has lyrics. 8/10. I prefer more of the themes from the Shadow the Hedgehog game.

Eggman's theme is absolute fire. No notes. Massive improvement from the first game. This song has everything. The mechanical noises reminding you of who he is, Ivo Robotnik, and how that ties into the grand scheme of things. The self-aggrandizing lyrics. The droning rhythmic synth track that just oozes "factory assembly line" energy. It sounds cool but intimidating, with just an edge of "how fucking goofy, who does this guy think he is?!" While I absolutely adore the toothless joke villain Eggman gets set up to be in a lot of the newer stuff, namely the Sonic Boom series and games, I love this intersection where Eggman has just enough over-the-top zazz to make you raise an eyebrow. It sits right on the precipice of "either this guy really knows what he's doing and is so confident about it, he doesn't care if he looks goofy doing it or he's an ABSOLUTE idiot who just happens to fail upward." And it's right in that sweet spot where he can be the butt of the joke while also being intimidating. Absolute peak of both camp villain and cartoonishly evil while having just enough power and wits to be a genuine threat. The main chorus literally begins with "I am the Eggman" which, in spite of all odds, makes the name that Sonic gave him as an insult out to be a genuinely threatening moniker. As if to proclaim, yes, go ahead, think of me as a joke. Underestimate me. It won't matter in the end. He is not just Eggman. He is THE Eggman. The one and only. And he's going to build his empire over the bulldozed remains of your city whether you put respect on that name or not. And his theme song encapsulates all that while being a genuine bop. 100/10. Genuinely one of the best themes ever written for the Sonic Franchise.

And that leaves us with Rouge. And for a new character BOY OH BOY, did they hit it OUT OF THE PARK with her theme. That soft jazz, the soft, sultry vocals that ramp up into confident high heady notes. Absolute banger. Tells us everything we need to know about Rouge as a character. A spy, a theif, a sneak, and a Woman with the uppercase W. She knows who she is, she knows what she wants, and she will use everything to get it. Overtly sexualized, but in a way I don't necessarily mind, even if it's right on the cusp of being inappropriate for a game meant to be played by kids. She was a lot of young mens' (and young womens') sexual awakening for a reason. While noting in the canon of the game shows her actively using her body in a sexual way to get what she wants, I don't think it's inaccurate to extrapolate from her theme and her way of speaking and walking that she absolutely would if this was a game for Adults. The parallels to Catwoman are not an accident. And her theme song does a masterful job of indicating all that without actually treading into inappropriate territory. Even Wild Canyon's theme explicitly references her as an object of desire and that Knuckles being that shy guy that doesn't know how to deal with pretty women is absolutely affected by her. I think part of the reason it's easy to forgive Rouge being sexualized is because she's an active, intelligent character who is at all times, using the people around her. She is not some sexy lamp that you can upskirt for sick thrills whom the narrative has to repeatedly assure us "don't worry, this isn't skeevy, she definitely likes it, we promise." This is a woman with steel-toed high heels that breaks into bank vaults and could kill the average man with a single kick. She's hot, she knows she's hot, and she uses that to her advantage to wriggle into positions of power and advantage. And she's fine with being that way. Her arc isn't about some condescending narrative about how she shouldn't have to behave that way. If anything her main arc is that she's absolutely stellar being exactly as she is and provides valuable skills to the team to help save the world. She's a stereotype, but not actually one that I mind. Because she's not just a sexy woman who loves money and jewels and has nothing else to her. I would classify her as a witch archetype despite not having supernatural powers other than sensing gems, which is a gimmick Knuckles also has and is never explained as anything other than a game mechanic. She has power and talent in her own right and while she is a direct foil to Knuckles and works alongside Eggman and Shadow, she isn't defined solely by how she relates to the men that surround her. She's an absolute beast and I love her. One of my favorite Sonic Characters of all time. Even with her damsel in distress moments, I never got the sense that she was incapable. Just overconfident. But not in a "LOL, how stupid of a woman to think she can tangle with the big boys." but "She is literally walking among titans, she's bound to trip up a little." The only time it felt forced was in her final confrontation with Knuckles where she falls off a beam. I understand the idea was probably "she's tired from fighting and can't right herself immediately, which is the reason she fell in the first place." so it's ambiguous whether she could have saved herself, despite having wings. But even if all the nitpickers are actually correct and she was never in danger, Knuckles reaching out to save her is more about the kind of person he is than the kind of person Rouge is. That said, yeah, her theme is a fucking banger. Second best track from the character themes, for real. 20/10 at least. No notes. Absolutely accomplishes the goal of distilling who Rouge is into a single song. Absolute queen.

[mental-jhinstability]

JhinThresh, and sharing horses

Encouraged by @jellyjames4444​ and the JhinThresh discord. I didn't mean for this to get so long but here we are! It's a little spicy in some spots, nothing explicit, but I do break it up and warn when it happens, so this is probably fine to read in public. Probably.

This concept can go two ways. Both of which are probably only yummy to me, but here we are?

First way:

Thresh on Jhin's horse. Considering the height difference he's kinda forced to go behind Jhin so Jhin can actually see where he's riding. Western saddles are not too massive as you know, so they are very close. Jhin is practically on Thresh's legs, if not just pressed hard against the horn of the saddle, but it's cuter with the latter turning in to the former. (Jhin being uncomfortable and moving backwards until he's pretty much behind help up by Thresh... jashfasgjga??) I like to headcanon Jhin would ride w neck rein, so one hand on the reins and the other kinda off to the side, either holding something or just resting on his leg. But since Jhin's practically on Thresh's lap, his hand probably ends up on Thresh's leg/thigh. Definitely intentional he would just never admit it or excuse it as a "habit" which is, as you know, a very convincing excuse.

On the topic of Thresh's hands? Please imagine one of Thresh's hands resting on Jhin's free hand. They are holding hands. And they will not say a WORD about this. Thresh's other hand would probably go around Jhin's waist but sometimes I like to imagine him holding Jhin's head up when he gets distracted by 'the scenery' (it's not the scenery that's distracting him ;]). Or other homoerotic posture corrections, whether it be arms or back. Take your pick. Also consider that Thresh would be like, right in Jhin's ear/above his head, so said posture corrections are delivered with a husky whisper in his ear and sorry I'm getting too self indulgent now but CONSIDER.

Might be a little NSFW, you can re-start reading at the next paragraph if you don't wanna see this but. Jhin being too distracted to pay attention to staying seated so when the horse trots he ends up bouncing/rubbing against Thresh unintentionally. They probably BOTH get really worked up/tense for however long they ride, and when they get off... this turns out however you want to imagine it.

Second way:

Jhin on Thresh's horse. Thresh does not ride with a saddle, only a neck rope. In this case however, Jhin can be on either side of Thresh. Being in front of him would go much the same except he'd have to hold on to Thresh's hands/the neckrope for dear life. Thresh using one hand to keep Jhin flush against him? Yes. Jhin not receiving this help and just having to put an INSANE amount of trust in Thresh to not let him fall off if it comes to that? Also yes.

Horny again, resume at next paragraph to skip this, but Thresh probably gets very very worked up regardless of if he helps or not because Jhin cannot stay seated bareback for the life of him, and as in the previous sidenote scenario this involves a lot of rubbing. The reason why I only mention Thresh is because Jhin is too busy trying to not fall off and crack open his skull like an egg to get horny.

Since Jhin usually rides with a saddle and riding bareback requires a ton MORE muscle than using a saddle, his legs probably hurt like hell after the whole thing so: consider Thresh having to carry Jhin around because he can barely walk after all that. Especially if this scenario takes place after Jhin gets off and pretends his legs aren't on fire and he's wobbling all over the place and Thresh has to forcibly pick him up. Augh. (Side note that Thresh would probably have to pick up Jhin to get him on the horse in the first place since I like to think Thresh would ride a draft horse and they're very tall compared to Jhin).

Now for Jhin behind Thresh, the leg pain thing is similar but probably a little better since he can hold on to Thresh but. He has to be flush against Thresh here too. And he has to hug on to him for dear life. Thresh being, well, Thresh, probably brings a hand back to rest on Jhin's hands which are around his abdomen--probably unconsciously because he wanted to be (somehow) closer to Jhin--and he can't explain himself. Jhin, on the other hand, has a whole CRISIS. Suddenly realises just how strong Thresh is, to be able to control his horse with no saddle and with only one hand. He becomes hyper aware of it. Can feel Thresh's muscles from the minimal amount of contact he has with his legs and back, probably also realises how massive Thresh is compared to him... guy is going through a whole awakening back there. Probably so glad he's got that little bandanna on because his face is a whole strawberry. This makes Thresh having to pick him up afterward so much worse because Jhin is going through his "oh no he's HOT" moment. Either he freaks out and tries to fight Thresh on it more than usual or is quieter than usual because he just wants it over with (and in the latter, if you want an almost OOC-soft Thresh, him checking Jhin for a fever because he's usually never that quiet and Jhin having to deal with Thresh touching his face after all this.)

This was going to be involved in the fic I'm writing but. Jhin and Thresh being absolutely soft for their horses and the other getting to see them being all vulnerable and soft and wishing it was them being loved on and cared for with such gentle touches and words and them having to come to terms with those feelings? Please consider that. That is all.

[undyingghoul]

Mayhaps I request a Sodo x reader fanfic where Sodo is having a bad day but the reader tries to make him feel better and all it does is make him realize how much he really really loves them like maybe they tell him if he goes to band practice or does what he has to do he’ll get a kiss or something

ANON I AM SO SO SO SORRY FOR HOW LONG THIS TOOK ME TO ANSWER... I hope the ending made up for the wait!!

-------- Pairing: Dewdrop x GN!Reader Warnings: None Title: Little Sunshine Summary: Everything seemed to go wrong for Dewdrop today and quite frankly, he had had enough of this cursed day. For the rest of the day, he decided he'd hide away in his room and not come out until tomorrow. You weren't going to let that happen though.

“Augh! Fuck this!” Dewdrop shouted as yet another thing went wrong today. Today had not been kind to the fire Ghoul and he was at his limit. When he went outside early in the morning it had started to rain on him within five minutes of him being out there. Then when he came in he had walked right into a column and knocked over a prized possession of Papa’s, causing it to shatter into millions of pieces. That lead him to get a punishment and his back still hurt from it. After that, he went to get himself something to eat and of course, he had to trip over a rat and spill his food on the ground. “I guess you are having a fucking feast tonight, beast,” He had spat at the rat after he had spilled his food. And now he accidentally just broke his guitar pick trying to practice on his own before he had a group practice with the other Ghouls.

Throwing the broken pick across the room he moved his guitar to its stand and stormed off to his room, opening and slamming his door shut behind him and chucking his mask aside. He threw himself down onto his bed and screamed bloody murder into his pillow. “Fuck everything!” He cursed at the top of his lungs into his pillow as he banged his fist against his bed before stilling and growling lowly at the sound of a knock on his door. “Whoever is there can fuck off!” He shouted as he lifted his head when there was another knock. “Even for me?” Dewdrop turned his head and saw you enter his room. The fire Ghoul didn’t say anything for a few moments before letting his head fall onto the pillow. “You’re an exception. You know that,” He muttered as he pushed himself up into a sitting position.

You shut the door behind you and joined your boyfriend on his bed, taking his hand into yours and giving it a gentle squeeze. “What’s wrong, my flame?” You asked gently, and that’s when Dewdrop lost it. You’d never seen Dewdrop cry in your entire time being here and it broke your heart to hear him cry this hard as he explained to you how awful his day had been. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him to you, letting him sob into the crook of your neck as you rubbed his back. You didn’t say anything, you knew what you were doing would be enough for Dewdrop right now.

After a few minutes, his crying stopped and he sniffled a few times before pulling his head away and wiping his eyes with his sleeve, his glazed eyes meeting your gentle gaze. You watched as a single tear rolled down his cheek and you let go of his hand to wipe away the tear with your thumb. Dewdrop’s hand cupped your’s and he leaned into your touch as gentle purrs escaped him.

As much as you wanted to stay in this moment you knew he had one thing left for today. “Darling, you have practice in just under ten minutes and it takes you seven to get to the practice room, you have to get going,” You gently reminded Dewdrop. The fire Ghoul shook his head and brought your hand to his mouth as he placed gentle kisses on your knuckles, fingertips, and the back of your hand. “Dewdrop, you have to,” You said and Dewdrop only shook his head again. He didn’t want to spend a single minute away from you right now, all he wanted was you. Plus, the practice could run for hours at a time and he would not tolerate being away from you for hours.

You sighed and thought for a few moments before an idea popped into your head. “Dewdrop, if you go to practice and stay the whole time I’ll take you to the animal shelter that’s a few blocks away to play with the kittens. I’ll also give you a kiss,” You proposed. Dewdrop looked into your eyes with disbelief. A kiss he could understand for going to practice, but an entire trip to the animal shelter to play with kittens? You didn’t have to tell him twice to skedaddle and get his ass to practice. You watched as he stole a kiss from you before chittering excitedly and bouncing off to practice and once he was gone you burst into laughter.

After two hours had passed Dewdrop slammed the door to his room open and announced his arrival and your previous proposition. “I went to practice! Time for the shelter and my hard-earned kiss!” These were the exact words you heard when you poked your head out from the bathroom in his room you were currently cleaning. You smiled and nodded, coming out and grabbing Dewdrop’s hand as you pressed a gentle, soft, loving kiss to his lips. “I’m so proud of you, my flame,” You praised.

Needless to say, Dewdrop discovered something that day. He knew he loved you, but he never knew just how deep his love went for you. From how you treated and cared for him to how you laughed and squealed as a stampede of kittens rushed to you at the shelter, he always felt his heart swell and a comfortable warmth burn within him. You were his little sunshine, and you would always be his little sunshine as long as you existed on this planet and beyond.

[whatifyoulivelikethat]

ice lolly, m | ksj

pairing(s): seokjin x reader

summary: You (accidentally?) deep throat a popsicle in front of Min Yoongi. It's not what it looks like! Well, it kinda is, but you have a good reason! You just want to give your boyfriend, Kim Seokjin, a mind-blowing blowjob and you read some stuff online and, uh... okay, that still doesn't sound like a good reason, but I swear it is.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; established relationship; featuring seagull-BTS LOL; crack and fluff; smut (fem reader, m-receiving oral); ft Min Yoongi witnessing your, um, attempt XD; my tongue technology strikes again, maybe you'll learn something?

this is inspired by your hapless adventures, cat whiskers. you told me not to do it, but I'm a brat and I did it anyway LMAO get rekt

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So.

You read this thing online.

What if you just...

"What are you doing?"

You started with a shriek, jamming the entire ice lolly right into the back of your throat, instantly choking and yanking it out of your mouth, only for it to be flung off the wooden stick and fly across the sidewalk, leaving a long, ice-blue streak of melting sugar syrup ending with a demolished hunk of discarded popsicle.

A seagull immediately appeared to peck at it.

You gawked, still clutching the wooden stick, Min Yoongi standing beside the bench you were sitting on.

"Why did you try to deep throat your popsicle?"

A second seagull arrived to peck at the icy hunk of sugar water.

Your mouth was still open, mechanically jerking to face him with fire-red cheeks, and it wasn’t because of the bright sunny weather. He looked very much like a disgruntled cat with his expression, black eyebrow raised, dark brown eyes narrowed, pink lips slightly pursed. Yoongi squinted disapprovingly from under his wide-brimmed straw hat. He wore a long-sleeved black shirt under a white t-shirt, breezy black trousers, and sandals.

Yoongi hated the sun.

A third seagull flapped down onto the boardwalk and joined the other two to poke at the rapidly melting mess on the ground.

"Um..."

He raised a hand dismissively, eyes flicking away from you. "On second thought, don't tell me. I don't want to know." Yoongi jammed his black clutch under his armpit and ripped open his own cold sweet treat, turning away from you to face the ocean.

A fourth seagull flocked over to peck one of them in the head and assist in devouring the ice pop.

"Hey, hyung, what flavor did you get?" a smooth baritone voice piped, appearing in an aqua-and-pink colorful shirt and brown shorts with snazzy sunglasses and tan skin.

You were staring at the four seagulls eating your ice lolly with glee, somewhat frozen yourself, feeling a mixture of jealous, mortified, and absolutely ready to chuck yourself into the ocean if Yoongi said anything to out you to Kim Taehyung right now.

"I don't know. I told them to pick one at random," the straw hat replied.

A fifth seagull appeared, slightly smaller than the rest, poking one in the neck and squawking before trying to prod at the puddle of blue syrup with a small chunk of ice in it.

"I got strawberry," Taehyung replied.

Two more seagulls swooped down, pushing the other five all around. All of them were now pecking at the ice-blue sugar syrup, honking and squawking. Like laughter. One of the seagulls had a weird cry, like a cloth rubbed onto wet glass.

Or a windshield wiper on a car window.

"Disgusting."

You narrowed your eyes at the seven seagulls.

We they... laughing at you?

"Strawberry-flavored things are the worst."

You jumped as someone sat down next to you, ripping open a paper package. He was wearing a short-sleeved pale pink dress shirt with a flashy tie and long blue shorts. A familiar someone dressed like this. He placed his backpack down next to you, smiling brilliantly. Full lips, sparkling brown eyes, milk chocolate-colored locks framing his handsome face.

Your boyfriend, Kim Seokjin.

"S-Seokjin!"

He grinned and leaned in, kissing you lightly. Then he became flustered and laughed awkwardly, a little squeaky, almost like a windshield wiper on a car window.

"Hah, sorry, you looked really cute just now."

You blinked rapidly.

Do you tell your boyfriend that you tried to deep throat your ice lolly in attempt to see if you could extend your tongue around the bottom because you read on a certain-website-not-to-be-named that it might be possible to suck dick and lick balls at the same time and you were determined to learn so you could perform said act?

And do you tell Seokjin that Min Yoongi caught you in the middle of it?

Er…

Seokjin cheerfully licked at his lemon ice pop, oblivious to your inner struggle.

"Where's yours? I thought you got one too?"

The seven seagulls cackled. You glared at them, ready to fight.

"Hyung."

Never mind, you paled to the color of rice paper as the deep voice with a little rasp to it appeared beside Seokjin, straw hat and all. You wished you could merge with your pastel floral summer dress and float off with the sea breeze, straight into the ocean after seeing the deadpan expression of Min Yoongi holding a mint green popsicle.

He looked bored, but his eyes were mocking you.

Asshole.

"She dropped it by accident."

"Ah, really?" Seokjin frowned, nudging you with his hand. "Here, have some of mine. I'll share with you." He wrapped his arm around you and patted your shoulder fondly, holding his ice lolly out to you. You felt your heart skip a little at his kindness and closeness.

Yoongi smirked behind Seokjin's head.

You narrowed your eyes at him.

The seven seagulls flapped off, flying above five guys standing near you three, eating icy sweet treats together on the boardwalk this sunny day, enjoying this nice retreat to the sea. A lone seagull popped out from behind a trashcan, trotting over, eyeing the wet spot of sugar syrup soaked into asphalt.

It slunk away in a back corner, dejected that there was nothing left.

"Come on, hurry before it melts."

You nibbled off a chunk. Mmm. Cold, lemony, and delicious. You smiled at Seokjin gratefully and he smiled back, warm and inviting, his cheeks puffing a little like the edges of raised bread. A little sheepish at the public display of affection, but unable to help it when he was with you.

"You might as well stick the whole thing in your mouth," Yoongi said off-handedly, walking away to the group of five guys, leaving you choking on the bench again as Seokjin rubbed your back soothingly, worriedly asking you what was wrong.

-

"YOU TRIED TO DEEP THROAT A POPSICLE?"

"Seokjinnie–"

"IN FRONT OF YOONGI?"

"Erm, it's not what it sounds like–"

"YOONGI???????"

“I swear it’s not what It sounds like!”

Seokjin yanked the towel off his head, half-dried brown hair sticking up every which way, gawping at you with a slack jaw and shocked brown eyes. He was wearing his emerald green silk pajamas, fresh after a nice shower from the hot day. You too, wore a set of pajamas, a matching outfit with Seokjin.

“It’s not what it sounds like?” he sputtered, flabbergasted, partly flabbered but mostly aghast.

You opened your mouth and closed it. Then you opened it again.

“Okay, it is what it sounds like, but–!”

Why did you bring this up now? Well, your boyfriend was asking you if you wanted to take some medicine and sleep early because you said you weren’t feeling well at dinner. He was a sweet bean and wanted the best for you, and the truth came out in mid-discussion. Seokjin and you had left earlier than everyone else, declining the scenic walk home, mostly because you could no longer stand Yoongi making snide remarks that meant nothing to anyone else except you.

“You might need a bit more force to suck up that thick milkshake. Or wait for it to melt.”

“That’s a pretty big piece of steak. Maybe you should cut it a bit smaller, so you don’t choke.”

“You sure you don’t want to stay for dessert? We could stop by the store and get you an ice lolly on our way home.”

You glared at him all evening.

Yoongi just smirked when Seokjin wasn’t looking.

Asshole.

“Why would you do that in public?” Seokjin was saying, yanking you back to reality and out of your daydreams of socking that smug little shit in the face. “Why would you do that at all?”

“G-Gah, it… it just… just occurred to me…”

“It occurred to you to suck an ice lolly like a dick?”

Seokjin looked as if he was going to pass out and divorce you at the same time and you weren’t even married yet.

“Why, because you’re going to suck frozen dick at some point in your life? Because my dick isn’t ever at subzero temperatures, so unless you’re sucking Mr. Freeze or Subzero’s dick–”

You waved your arms in a panicky manner, flapping your sleeves like a fucking seagull. “No, no, no, I read something online–”

“Oh, you read something online!” he exclaimed, wiggling in place, and now it sure as hell sounded like Kim Seokjin was mocking you while also being disappointed in you and if that wasn’t the most big dad energy you weren’t sure what was. “Yes, because that totally means you should perform fellatio on an ice pop in front of Yoongi of all fucking people! Are you trying to get bronchitis or something–”

“I admit it was a mistake!”

“A miss-take! It was a terrible take! Cut! Refilm! Actually, no, because maybe don’t try to give a blowjob to a fucking popsicle at the boardwalk in broad daylight!”

You smacked Seokjin in the chest and he looked highly offended, finally shutting up for one goddamn second so you could (poorly) explain your logic behind the incident.

“Look, Yoongi was not supposed to be there. At all. I got mine first and you all were deciding and arguing, so I decided to sit down and eat it, but then I noticed it was a specific length–”

Seokjin’s eyebrows rose so high they nearly left his face.

You prodded him in the pecs and he winced, pouting at you.

“So, I tried to put it in my mouth, but then Yoongi showed up and fucking spooked me and I jabbed myself in the throat because I was surprised and ended up rocket-launching my ice lolly across the sidewalk and then these fucking seagulls showed up, those bastards–”

“None of this explains why you tried to do it in the first place.”

“Uh…”

Your eyes shifted awkwardly.

Seokjin impatiently tapped his naked wrist that had no watch on it.

“I read it… in an online smut story I was reading…”

You perfectly handsome boyfriend might actually get a wrinkle if he continued to raise his eyebrows to the fucking moon. “You do what?”

You poked your index fingers together, biting your lip. “Because… I’m not very good at it… so I was thinking maybe I could learn some tips or something…”

“What?”

Now his voice was soft, immediately dropping the act and his anger. You saw him reach out and place his hand over yours, wrapping his fingers around tightly, tugging. You looked up and he tilted his head, brow knitted in worry.

“Hey,” Seokjin frowned, full lower lip sticking out. “What do you mean, you’re not good at it? You are. I like everything you do.”

You chewed on your lip anxiously. “But… but…” It was a stupid thought and, honestly, not that big of a deal, but it had been eating away at you for a while, so you just winced and let it out.

“You never finish with my mouth.”

Rapid blinking was his response. His eyebrows disappeared under his brown hair again.

“And it bothers me. You always finish with your hand into my mouth, but I can’t seem to do it by myself.”

Seokjin’s lips parted, looking apologetic. “Why didn’t you say anything sooner?”

You wrung your hands, loosening his grip on you. “I don’t know, it seems weird to say in the moment and it’s embarrassing… I thought maybe I wasn’t good enough…”

“No, no,” he said gently, holding your shoulders and shaking his head. “I...” His ears turned bright red and he swallowed. “I just like… seeing it shoot out into your mouth.” He coughed awkwardly, squeezing your shoulders. “It’s, er, nice, watching my cum drip onto your tongue and lips…” Seokjin cleared his throat and smiled, cheeks puffing out, looking a bit like the sides of freshly baked bread. “I didn’t realize my selfishness was making you feel inadequate. That’s not it at all. I only wanted to make it easier on you, and, cough, it’s kind of hot…”

“O… oh.”

He patted your shoulder fondly. “It’s only a misunderstanding. We can do whatever you want next time, okay? I’m sorry I made you feel that way. I will do better.”

You nodded and smiled, feeling much more relieved about the whole thing. Seokjin always had the ability to help you let things go, and it always made you feel a little lighter. It was part of the past now and you wouldn’t be bothered if Yoongi teased you any longer, because you had the best boyfriend in the whole world. There was no need to feel embarrassed.

You wrapped your arms around Seokjin and gave him a big, fierce hug.

Only to be impaled in the lower stomach.

“Ow!”

“Ack!”

You jerked back, whipping your head down.

“No, no, no, stop! Stop looking!”

“Why are you hard?!”

Seokjin waved his arms and abruptly flapped his hands down on his massive tent. “We were talking about blowjobs! And you! What do you think is going to happen?” he spluttered, the red creeping from his ears to his cheeks now, matching the exact shades used on merchandise during Christmas time with emerald green pajamas and a red face.

You gawked at him and he gawked back.

Wait.

“This is a perfect chance!”

“No, no, no, it is not, cease and desist, woman! Everyone is coming back soo–Gah!”

There was flurry of movement and Seokjin’s pajama pants were flung off, along with his shirt, and you were pushing him down onto the bed, him panicking the entire time, but he couldn’t have been that mad about it, because he was helping you by backing up, yelping as you hooked your fingers over the waistband of his underwear and yanked down, freeing his erection that nearly slapped you in the face.

“You trying to take out my eyeball?” you teased, grinning.

“You assaulting me and you’re upset that I’m fighting back?” Seokjin retorted, trying to hide his smile and be serious, but he was terrible at that and so were you, both of you grinning like a pair of idiots.

Well, you were certainly a little bit of an idiot for trying to deep throat a – you’re right, we’ll let it go (for now).

“I learned some things,” you said excitedly, forcing his legs open abruptly and making him squeak.

“Things? Ack!”

You leaned down and lifted his hard length up delicately, licking a fat stripe from base to tip, sighing softly as you came into contact with the velvety skin and his clean scent, Seokjin gasping above you, but suddenly this was not about him, this was about the cock in front of you and all the information you had complied to this point, ready to apply your learning. You wrapped your lips around the head, swiping your tongue on the underside, and Seokjin groaned, hips twitching but you grabbed them and pressed them firmly to the bed, shooting him a glare.

“Don’t interrupt me,” you growled around his dick.

He gave you a helpless frown. “Hello, I’m still attached to this di–”

You stared at him and slid your tongue out from your lips, swirling it around his girth, pressing the sensitive tip around the contours of your mouth, his eyes widening as he witnessed spit dripping from the wet muscle.

“O… oh…”

You let your eyes drift over his form, slowly, slowly, savoring the lines of his body, broad shoulders, shapely collarbones, the curve downwards to his trim waist, all the while taking him your mouth, tongue and lips soft and mouth tight, breathing deeply, eyes flickering up to his face and his expanding pupils, watching you with awe.

“Holy shit… and you’re not even naked… o-oh, fuck…”

You cocked an eyebrow, probably looking much more confident than you actually felt, but that didn’t matter. Fake it till you make it, right? And besides, every protagonist in every story has a moment of letting go and having courage and this was your moment, inorganic or not, flexing your tongue against Seokjin’s ever stiffening length, his breathing turning into wispy moans, watching you poised over him with his dick in your mouth, still wearing the silk pajamas and yet.

He watched you with amazement, love and lust in his brown orbs.

“You’re the most beautiful woman in the world.”

Your ears burned hot and you tried not to choke on his dick in embarrassment.

Don’t ruin the moment!

Somehow you managed not to freak out and pressed your lips to the base of his cock, hitting his crotch, the uncomfortable feeling of too full expanding your throat, the head practically plugging your airway, but one glance at Seokjin and the suffocation was worth it, seeing him tip his head back, messy brown hair sliding past his forehead, groaning your name with his eyes closed.

You pulled back a little, took a breath, and went back down for the kill.

“What the fuck…?”

Lower lip opening, tongue stretching out, only able to move the tip a bit at the top of his balls. Hm. This wasn’t working. You adjusted and cupped a hand under them, lifting the two soft mounds and pressing them to your chin, your tongue swiping out over them, his dick bending a little in your mouth (more flexible and a lot warmer than an ice lolly, by the way), and Seokjin was losing it above you, shuddering and whining, a mix of curses and your name as you turned your head to get a different angle, the tip of his cock pushed to one side of your throat, determined to see what was most comfortable and got you the best reaction, saliva coating his balls and causing them to become more slippery. You furrowed your brows and gripped his balls tighter, smearing the slick liquid over the soft skin and Seokjin moaned obscenely loudly, falling onto the bed, back arching.

“Oooh, fuck, fuck, fuck…”

Abruptly, your throat spasmed, reminding you that needed to breathe, and you pulled back, coughing and panting slightly.

“Does that feel good?” you wheezed. Not the sexiest. You grimaced and cleared your throat, asking again. “Did that feel good for you?”

Seokjin tipped his head up, brown eyes glazed over, breathing hard. “Ah… It feels nice, but I don’t think I could finish with that…” Your frown deepened, but he shook his head, sending his brown hair floating everywhere. “It’s not tight enough. But it’s an insane turn on, so I think I could cum faster after…” He coughed, cheeks flushing. “After feeling and seeing it, you know?”

Your frown erased and you nodded, gently rubbing his soaked balls, seeing him shiver and his breathing shallow. “I think I understand, yeah.”

“Can… ah, can you finish me, p-please, ack, you k-keep – fuuuuuuuck…”

You went down again, but this time your focus was on the tightness of your mouth, tongue sliding from side to side, bobbing your head in a smooth, swift motion, keeping your lips soft, eyes closing as you felt his cock twitch inside your mouth, completely focused on the sensation of Seokjin in between your lips, breathing him in, the soft scent of fresh soap and his sweetness, trying to remember if there was anything you had forgotten.

Ah, yes!

You tipped your head back slightly and Seokjin cried out, heady and erotic, as the head of his cock dragged along the roof of your mouth before burying into your throat, over and over, hot saliva and a squirming tongue amplifying the sensation, realizing you needed to relax your throat but clench your mouth muscles while relaxing your lips and doing all this while keeping track of where his cock was going in your mouth so you didn’t accidentally choke on his dick.

A whole new level of multitasking.

Was the writer of that erotica you were reading some kind of sex god, because what the fuck–

But it didn’t matter, because even if it was sloppy and you couldn’t focus on all these things simultaneously, Seokjin was feeling only pleasure, fingers curling in the sheets, barely able to choke out his words through his moans.

“F-Faster, please…”

Faster? You could barely keep up as it was!

“Please…” he whined and you obeyed immediately, faster it was, because you were weak for him, weak for Kim Seokjin and his pleading face, pupils so blown out he seemed intoxicated, drunk on pleasure, and that made you aroused too, seeing your effect of him, tightening ever more and increasing the pace, the wet smacking sounds quickening, echoing in the bedroom with his lustful groans of your name, so sweet and loving that if you weren’t going to pass out from how fast you were going, you were surely going to pass out from the overwhelming adoration in his eyes. It made you push for a little bit more, push your limits a little harder, made you feel like you could do this.

For him.

“Oh, fuck, I’m gonna cum, fuck!”

Seokjin gripped the sheets tight and threw his head back, chest expanding with a low moan, thrusting his hips up and cock jolting, shooting thick streams into your throat, and your eyes widened, forced to stop, feeling his cum pool, creamy and viscous, tasting the delicious saltiness at the base of your tongue, your eyelids fluttering a little at the feeling of the tip rutting against the roof of your mouth and more dribbling out, coating the inside of your mouth.

Oh.

Oooh, fuck, it felt good.

You swallowed, feeling victorious and insanely horny, tongue circling round and round his flinching stiffness, able to sense the pulse and his shudders, descending again because you couldn’t get enough, so good, the feeling of him still in your mouth, him shivering at your persistent licks and light sucks, stroking his hips and moaning at the skin to skin.

The front door banged open downstairs and there was a lot of laughing and shouting.

Your eyes snapped open and Seokjin looked back at you in sheer panic.

The footsteps up the stairs proved they were being taken two at a time.

“Shit.”

Never had Seokjin yanked his cock so fast out of your lips (sad) and snatched his underwear and pajamas, bolting to the bathroom and throwing himself in there in record time the literal second the bedroom door was yanked open by rambunctious strength and a grin whose front teeth were ever-so-slightly too large for his face.

“Hyung, noona!”

You were laying with your head in your hand and your elbow on the bed, which was probably too sexual and weird for Jeon Jungkook, but that was all you got that this moment. He gave you a slightly disturbed and confused look under his big black bucket hat.

“Where’s hyung?”

You coughed and lowered your hand, trying to get in a less awkward position. “B-bathroom…” you rasped. Oh no. Did you go too hard? You sounded a bit like the crypt keeper. Fortunately, you didn’t look like one, so there was that. You rubbed your throat, wincing at the soreness. You definitely went a bit rough. You weren’t no young spring chicken anymore. You were going to feel that in the morning.

Sacrifices had to be made.

Jungkook pouted, bounding up to you and tilting his head. He was a moving black fabric mountain with his long-sleeved shirt and billowy shorts. “Are you really sick, noona? Do you want hot tea or some milk?”

Oh my God, Jungkook, I just sucked some dick and that’s why I sound dead.

Don’t say that.

“I… I’ll be fine, Jungkook. Did you have a nice walk?”

“Oh, yeah! There were fireworks! I think the city was celebrating something, and it was so colorful and pretty…”

You sat there and nodded, trying to listen intently while trying not to think about how Seokjin was in the bathroom rinsing off his saliva and cum-covered dick literal meters from you and oblivious Jungkook.

You saw movement behind Jungkook’s excitedly bouncing head. No straw hat, just black hair flattened against his forehead, covering his cat-like, dark brown eyes.

Yoongi.

He smirked, holding up a box.

Frozen ice lollys, the fizzy soda flavor that was light blue.

A muscle in your eye twitched.

Asshole.

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TF2 FANFIC AS VINES AND INCORRECT QUOTES PART TWO

-;-;-

Engineer: I wanna be a cowboy, baby.

Engineer: *Swinging from the lights* I wanna be a cowboy, baby.

-;-;-

Dakota: *handing out take out food*

Scout: *running by* AHHHHH 

Scout: *grabs food*

Sniper: *laughing*

-;-;-

Medic: I have a banana on the floor and I'm going to see if it's really slippery like in the cartoons.

Medic: *slips* 

-;-;-

Dakota: How do you keep your pants up in battle? It's incredible!

Sniper: ...Belt...

-;-;-

Spy:*reading Scout's paper*  I had a grat tim win I was chechmcret. I had los avi macup en my fas.

-;-;-

Dakota: Hey Sniper.

Sniper: *bends out of view*

-;-;-

*Car door closing*

Spy: It's going to eat you.

Dakota: Sniper! Oh my gosh, oh my gosh!

Sniper: *Screaming*

Dakota: OH MY GOSH SNIPER!

-;-;-

Scout: *throws ball of paper from distance*

Ball of paper: *lands in bin*

Everyone: OOOOOOHHHHHHHH!!!!

-;-;-

Dakota: Oh my gosh, they got a ramen noodle exhibit. Careful Scout, that's a lot of sodium.

-;-;-

Dakota: Just remember! No one will be ever to hate you more, than you already hate yourself. *sobbing*

-;-;-

Scout: I spilled BONK! in your Valentino bag.

Spy: You spilled *stammering* BONK! in MY VALENTINO WHITE BAG!?!

-;-;-

Engineer: He's such a snake!

Spy: *snakes through the floor*

-;-;-

Dakota: *squeezes Harvey*

Harvey: *rubber chicken squeak*

Dakota: *raises him towards the fan*

Harvey: *rubber chicken thunks and squeaks* 

-;-;-

Medic: *in a high voice* I really can't stay!

Heavy: BABY IT'S COLD OUTSIDE!!!

-;-;-

Demo: Hold on, something's coming out of there. *lifts flap*

Pyro: *walks into view*

Demo: WOAH!!!

-;-;-

Dakota: Sniper ask me what kind of tree it is?

Sniper: No.

Dakota: Sniper, just ask me what kind of tree it is?

Sniper: No.

Dakota: It's a Chris Pine.

-;-;-

Medic: Did jou wash the dishes?

Dakota: I thought you wanted to do that.

Medic: *chuckles evilly* Jou were wrong!

-;-;-

Spy: *hesitantly takes off coat*

Dakota: OH YEAH!!! GOOOOOOO!!!!

-;-;- 

Sniper: *eating strands of noodles*

Dakota: *eating the other half* mua!

Sniper: 0.0

Dakota: *walks away*

-;-;-

Spy: Do you have shaving cream.

Soldier: No, I don't like the way it tastes.

Dakota: Wait, you eat shaving cream???

Soldier: No, why would I eat it if I don't like the taste???

-;-;-

Dakota: *in a tractor* How do you run this thing?

Engineer: Move the sticks!

Dakota: Ah.

Dakota: *Runs over trees* AUGH!!!

-;-;-

Scout: *reading WHO* huh ah? whowah?

Spy: What does that say, Scout?

Scout: whowah?

Spy: No!

Scout: Whowah?!?!?

-;-;-

Dakota: *wearing heels* hee hee hee, ha ha ha!!!

-;-;-

Engineer: You guys say "Colorado!"

Scout: *Speeding by* HOLY CRUD!!!

-;-;-

Dakota: I'm in Sniper's van, vroom vroom.

Sniper: Get out me car.

Dakota: aw.

-;-;-

Dakota: IT'S THE MOST BEAUTIFUL THING I'VE EVER SEEN IN MY LIFE!!!

Dakota: IT'S BA NANANA!! NEXT TO A BA NANANA

-;-;-

Dakota: HEY! I think you're really cool! I like you a lot! 

Sniper: ....

Dakota: Maybe we can hang out or something?

-;-;-

Soldier: *takes bite out of bread* MHHHH!!!

-;-;-

Pyro: Mister Spider, why did you bite me?

Pyro: *Steps on Spider*

Pyro: Is it still funny, Mister Spider?

-;-;-

Soldier: It's my maggot in a box! *throws Scout into a box*

Soldier: It's my maggot in a box, yeah.

Soldier: IN A BOX!!!

-;-;-

Pyro: On all levels except physical, I am a dragon.

Pyro: *breathes fire*

-;-;-

"Umbrella": *Playing*

Medic: AH HA AH HA!!!

-;-;-

Spy: *Meditating*

Sniper: MY POOP IS COMING!!!

-;-;-

Sniper: *driving*

Sniper: *slams brakes*

Dakota: *slams through the window shield*

-;-;-

Harvey: Roses are red, violets are blue, why, why did you leave me Dakota?

Harvey: what did I do?

-;-;-

Scout: *Running and screaming*

Vacuum cleaner: *zooms by*

-;-;-

Soldier: The only thing we need to fear is fear itself.

Soldier: And weasels. Those little maggots will get ya.

-;-;-

Spy: Either you better buckle down and do your work, or you'll end up at McDonald's.

Scout: We're going to McDonald's if I don't do my work?

-;-;-

Engineer: *walks into a tractor supply store*

Engineer: *Comes out riding a horse*

-;-;-

Soldier: *Climbs onto of the ladder*

Soldier: *Crashes through bin of balls*

-;-;-

Scout: *Holds up Gameboy intro*

Scout: *Winks*

Dakota: I'm disturbed.

-;-;-

Engineer: Naturally, we are on the cutting edge of technology.

Scout: *amazed* Wow...

Pyro, to Scout: Well what does that mean?

Scout: I don't know.

Scout, to Engineer What does that mean?

-;-;-

Dakota: Remember when you didn't try to solve all your problems with attempted murder?

Spy: Stop romanticizing the past.

-;-;-

Medic: I've already sent good vibes your way… they’re coming. There’s nothing you can do to stop them.

Sniper: This is the most threatening way I’ve ever been cheered up.

-;-;-

Engineer: You know, I'm starting to regret showing you how that blender works.

Soldier: *drinking toast* Why do you say that?

-;-;- (This one was generated by an Incorrect Quotes Generator. Link incorrect-quotes-generator.neocities.org/)

Dakota: Just be yourself.

Scout: 'Be myself'? Dakota, I have one day to win Medic over. How long did it take before you guys started liking me

Engineer: Couple weeks.

Sniper: Six months.

Demo: Jury’s still out.

Scout: See, Dakota?

Scout: 'Be myself'. What kind of garbage advice is that?

-;-;-

'Can I copy the homework?'

Engineer: I can help you with it!

Dakota: Yeah, sure.

Medic: Bold of you to assume I did the homework.

Spy: lol nope.

Sniper: Wait, we had homework?!?!?!

Demo: *Read 5:55pm*

-;-;-

Sniper: Is stabbing someone immoral?

Dakota: Not if they consent to it.

Medic: Depends who you’re stabbing.

Harvey: YES?!?

-;-;-

Spy, banging on the door: Dakota! Open up!

Dakota: Well, it all started when I was a kid...

Scout: No, he meant-

Soldier: Let her finish.

-;-;-

*Spy is cooking*

Dakota: Any chance that’s for me?

Spy: It’s for Sniper. I’m planning on making some bad choices tonight, and I need him on my side.

Scout: I never realized the forethought that went into being a disappointment.

-;-;-

Medic: What if I press the brake and gas at the same time?

Dakota: The car takes a screenshot.

Sniper: For the last time, get the bloody heck out.

-;-;-

Medic: Come on, I wasn’t that drunk last night.

Dakota: You were flirting with Sniper.

Medic: So what? He's my partner.

Dakota: You asked him if he were single.

Medic: ...

Dakota: And then you cried when he said he wasn't.

-;-;-

Medic: In your opinion, what’s the height of stupidity?

Dakota: *turning to Harvey* How tall are you?

-;-;-

Medic: Dakota and I were crossing the street, and this dude drove by and honked at us

Sniper: *Sighing* What did Dakota do?

Medic: She chased him to the next red light, then reached into his window and...

Dakota: Who wants a steering wheel?

-;-;-

Spy, holding a python: Guys I impulsively bought a snake, what do I name him

Scout: You did WHAT–

Sniper: William Snakepeare

-;-;-

Spy: Would you stab your best friend in the leg for 10 million gold?

Dakota: You stab me, and then when my leg gets better, we buy a big house.

Scout: You can stab me too, then we'll have 20 million.

Dakota: Good thinking.

-;-;-

Pyro: What's a word that's a mix between 'sad' and 'mad'?

Engineer: Disgruntled, miserable, desolated-

Soldier: Smad.

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[the-crows-typist]

Hi Lemilia! Could I ask for a platonic ficlet with Rook and Trey + the word “frustration”? The science club needs more love, their dynamic is so good~ Thank you!

The Possibilities Are Endless

“Augh!”

“Trey, are you alright?” The smoke from the cauldron was nauseating and stung the throat and eyes. Rook quickly kills the fire with water magic and places the lid on to the still boiling pot of messed up brew.

“Are you hurt anywhere?” he asked, taking his classmate’s stirring stick from him while Trey took his glasses off. “No, I’m not. It’s just—stings a bit, hang on.” Rook knew that tone of voice, the way his shoulders squared, and how Trey’s teeth were bared and grit. He was a patient man, yes he was, but even he was not immune to the feeling of frustration. Even he got angry at the tiniest of things and the smallest of failures.

As beautiful as one’s expressive face is, it was still quite disheartening to see one of the most patient third years look so angry, so defeated. “Professor Crewel did say that this brew was not easy to get right off the bat,” He patted his companion’s back. “Why don’t we try again? Maybe things will be different this time.”

Trey looked up at Rook who smiled down at him. Without his glasses, Trey looked more serious, more mature. He looked like someone who could kill a man with a single stare but all that changed when he slipped his protective goggles back on and now he was kind and hardworking vice dorm leader of Heartslabyul.

“How do you do it?”

“What do you mean?” The hunter’s expression was confused, curious even. Even behind those purple goggles of his, Trey could see that he was genuine, he was honest…Maybe too honest. Rook always does things with the best interest of others in mind and there was no doubt that his actions were as genuine as they come and yet, there was this dense cloudiness not even Trey himself could see past and while people had their secrets, had their own skeletons in the closet, Rook’s secrecy was one so heavily guarded yet so obviously in plain sight.

He was an open book yet you couldn’t read the contents of it even if you tried.

Just how could someone so secretive be so open to the world and the people around him?

“…How do you not get angry?”

Rook’s smile was always so cryptic, always so foreshadowing.

Trey didn’t know when he started getting more observant to the things around him, he hypothesized that it was because he was around Rook more often or he was slowly getting used to having to deal with his two juniors and their friends causing trouble wherever they went that he had developed a sort of sixth sense.

“Clover, deliver the powder fertilizer to the plants at the back, they haven’t been taken care of as of late.” Crewel said, handing him a bucket full of white powder. “After that, you can close up the botanical garden for the day. The keys are by the desk and don’t forget to roll up the hose before you leave.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good. I’ll be on my way then.”

Carrying the bucket towards the back garden, Trey began to see and appreciate the little flowers that grew and spread through the trees. He always liked walking through this part of the garden since a lot of flowers grew around the path.

“Hm?”

An orange lily bloomed not too far from his foot and beyond were scattered clumps that stood out with its bright orange hue against soft pastels of grass and other blossoms. A sudden pang of worry washed over Trey and he hesitated to continue his walk but knowing well that Crewel would be upset, he pushed forward. The lilies grew in number until he reaches the foot of the garden now littered with orange blossoms. For some reason, the garden felt off despite being empty.

Breathing in deep, Trey moved to scatter the powder fertilizer onto the plants and over the petunias growing awkwardly against the white painted fence. Kneeling down, Trey took a closer look at the blossoms, his gloved fingers smooth against the wood until he felt a small pit under his finger. Blinking, he carefully pushed the stems and leaves aside; the wood looked damaged as if someone purposefully thrust something into it. Trey’s brow furrowed in worry and pulled his hand away to see the many identical marks made on the wood.

“What is this?”

The school’s cafeteria during the end of the week was louder than usual, clubs were raring to do their activities and the teachers could get a break after a long weeks’ worth of work. Even in the noise, Trey couldn’t hear it for he deep in thought. To his knowledge, no one had planted any orange Lilies and Petunia in that area of the garden. In fact, he had no prior knowledge of anyone possessing seeds for those plants.

Could it have been a project by one of the younger years? No, there would be an indication of it; plus Crewel would tell him or at least say something about it in passing.

Another club? That would be a no as well. Jade didn’t seem very interested in flowers nor did any club, to his knowledge, need the botanical gardens except the science club.

“Trey, what’s the matter? You haven’t touched your lunch at all.”

Riddle’s eyes bore down on him and he knew better than to hide anything from the red headed dorm leader. “I’m just confused, is all.” He said, poking at his now cold steak. “Yesterday I was told to find a garden to put some fertilizer in but on my way there I saw some Orange Lily and Petunia flowers, I don’t know why but it made me uneasy.”

A hum and Riddle looked down at his half-eaten food. “Lily and Petunia, huh?’ Another hum and Riddle tapped the tip of his plate his pointer finger. “This might be a stretch but do you know the concept of flower language?”

“Flower language?”

“Yes, if I remember my sources correctly, certain flowers held meaning and messages when put into a bouquet. Because of its subtlety, it was a perfect way for people to send secret messages or feelings around. It’s a romantic way of communicating but often extremely vague if the receiver had no prior knowledge.”

Trey took a bite out of his steak with a nod. Flower language, huh? He’s heard of it before but he wasn’t a big expert. “Do you know anyone who happens to have a list?” He felt a slight disappointment when Riddle shook his head. “Not that I know of, no. The book that I saw it in only listed a few examples but I didn’t see Orange Lily or Petunia in them.”

“That’s unfortunate, but thanks for your help Riddle.”

When he came back to the garden the next day, the number of flowers had grown and soon did the marks on the white fence. Trey passed his fingers over the pits and noticed that they were deeper, messier as if someone had been doing it without thought. The feeling of unease continued to double the longer her stayed there but her urged himself to stay and spray the powder over growing Lavender flowers.

Somehow, seeing the light purple petals beginning to form brought him an ounce of comfort and it was what kept him from running away from the area with his tail between his legs. After finishing his task, he exited the garden to meet up with his professor.

“How are the neglected plants coming along, Trey?” Crewel asked, sitting on a chair while Rook watered the fruit bearing plants next to him. “Petals are beginning to form slowly and surely but…” He hesitated to speak for a moment and sighed. “…I did notice a few blossoms growing alongside it but it didn’t seem to impede on its growth.”

“What do you mean? Was someone using the plot before us?”

Rook moved to the further side of the garden to water what was to be a lemon tree before Trey spoke again. “I’m not quite sure, sir. They were already there when you told me to put fertilizer over the plants.” Crewel brought his crop to his lips in thought, brows creasing as he mulled over the possibilities. “And what flowers did you see growing around the area.”

“Mostly Petunias and Lilies, the orange colored one.”

“Hm. Someone must have been angry.”

“Sir?” Trey’s voice came out confused and Crewel only shook his head. “It’s just flower language, down boy. It’s not a well-known practice nowadays but before, flowers held meaning. If a mage grew a red rose from the ground then they were in love, it’s as simple as that.” A knowing smile crept onto his lips, thinking of a certain someone he had in mind; one he had spent enough time with to know that a single rose was all he needed to show his feelings.

“But those flowers of yours, Orange Lily and Petunia…Those flowers are of the few that have negative meanings.” Rook pulls at the hose and the roller squeaks as he moved further and further away from him. “While not inherently threatening or mean spirited, those two flowers could mean many things from anger, annoyance, maybe even frustration.”

He dare not mention the stab-like pits he saw on the fence behind it.

“If it isn’t impeding on the growth of the neglected plants like you say then it is only right to let the blossoms stay as they are. As odd as it may be, different people have different ways of venting out their frustrations. As long it’s not harming other people then there is no need to worry.”

The roller squeaks again, Rook moving to water the last plants inside the section of the garden.

The day came to an end and Crewel left the two to clean up. “I’m meeting with a former colleague of mine so I need to look my best. I’ll leave to you the cleaning up?” Trey nods his head and the two part ways but not without the boy smelling what seems to be a type of perfume, it smelled nice…Was the professor seeing someone?

“Rook?” Trey yelled out to the empty room yet no one answered back. “Darn, did I get deserted to clean this on my own?” He wondered to himself as he gathered the gardening tools and rolled up the hose. Taking the bucket full of powder fertilizer, Trey made his way to the same garden he was assigned to.

The same unsettling feeling overcame him as he walked the quiet path but with the words of Crewel echoing in his head, the feeling ebbed away quickly. The flowers growing in and around the area were products of someone’s negativity, his frustrations and while Trey understood it, he didn’t have an answer to who exactly was producing this.

But the answer would soon come to him when an odd sound came from the garden before him. A grunt followed by two items hitting each other hard. Trey walked slowly towards the source and seeing Rook over standing over the fence with sharper the usual arrow in hand. His shoulders were heaving before plunging his weapon into the wooden fence hard.

Somehow, all the things Trey had been pondering were coming together.

“So this is your way of getting angry.” Trey commented and Rook turning his head slowly towards him. He smiled at his fellow batch mate. “Hey, no need to give me that look. I won’t tell anyone what you did here…In fact, I find the theme of flowers to be very fitting…You know. Your flowery language and all.” Rook stared at him for a long while until he snorted, bringing his hand to his lips to stop his laugh from coming out too loud.

“Great seven above that was a terrible pun!” Rook said between laughs and Trey could only let out a small laugh himself. “I try my best.”

Sniffling, Rook looked back at the marks he’d made then to his arrow. “I’m sorry you had to see this. I don’t quite like it when I’m angry...I have been told that I become terrifying and almost beast like.” Trey comes closer and pats his back. “I’ve been trying to find better ways to control it better but…This is the best I can do now.”

A petunia began to grow form within the pits on the fence and despite the negative message, Trey found it beautiful. “Did you make these flowers?”

“I suppose. Even I am confused as to why these grew here.” The hunter picked a petunia from the fence and brought it to his nose. “But then again, the arrangement is quite beautiful don’t you think?” Trey pat his back again. “I’m no expert on flowers but it goes real well with the Lavender we’re trying to grow.”

“I’m sure we can find another way for you to vent out your frustrations but in the meantime, you can clean up.” Rook was given the bucket and Trey gave him a big smile before running off. “Trey, come back here!” He said between laughs as he clearly let his batch mate run ahead of him. “You still have to help me too!”

In the middle of the plot, a Lavender flower bloomed against the petunias its rich purple color accented by the bright orange and pink.

[your-1up-girl]

Just a Prayer

For @aerith-week day 6. After leaving Midgar, Aerith needs a moment of peace to pray for the groups safety. Takes place right after FF7R game but I've never play the original so y'all gotta bear with me. This piece was also inspired by a drawing done by the beautiful @sammilimyy she has also done a lot of work for Aerith Week and for FF and KH in general so go check her out :3 (I hope you like it Sam)

Word Count: 922

Pairing: Aerith Gainsborough/Tifa Lockhart (but only at the end really)

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"Where do we go from here?"

"Forward." Cloud and Red lead the way as the party walked through the rain. Barret and Tifa helped Aerith finally leave. Holding her arm close as she gave one final look behind her at the only place she had know all her life. Nobody knew how long they walked, eventually it became dark the only light they had was from the moon above them and from Red's tail. 

They found a dirt spot in forest-like area they walked through and thought that was as good as a place to set up for the night. And by set it that just meant making a small fire in the middle of the dirt so the flames wouldn't jump and catch on the trees. To Aerith's surprise, it got much colder than she expected that night. She huddled next to Tifa and Red for warmth. It grew later into the night, moon still high above them. Everyone was sleeping, after everything they went through moments prior, it was quite easy. Except for Aerith. With Tifa and Red close next to her, she thought that it would be easy to fall into that blissful sleep. But all her mind did was race with what happened to them and what the future has in store for them. It was enough to put her in a nervous sweat. She took a deep sigh, carefully got up to not wake anyone, and walked into the woods. Just as an extra precaution, she held her staff in her grasp across her chest.

She just needed a moment to silence her mind. Eventually, Aerith found a clearing, "This is as good of a place as any." She whispered and turned behind her. A faint flame could be seen in the distance. She wouldn't take long, she just needed a moment. Planting her staff firmly in the ground and close to her person, she got on her knees, folded her hands and began to pray. There was a tight look on her face at first, doubts, worries, and anxieties continued to run through her head. "AUGH!" Aerith slammed her fists to the ground. There was just no way to focus on her prayer.

It was this place. This unfamiliar location. When ever she prayed it was always in a place of familiarity. It's okay Aerith, just calm down. Just focus, what do you want to pray about? "A safe trip," she whispered to herself again. "I want to make sure we make it out okay, that we can go home soon." So, Aerith tried to focus on that. But her mind still ran rampant with thoughts. "Just calm down, pretend you're at the church." This time she focused- eyes closed and her expression calm -on the church back home. The sounds of birds and people shouting in the distance. The soft grass against her knees and the petal soft touch as the flowers grazed against her legs. And that time of day she loved the most when the sun shined and the stained glass window at the entrance would bathe her in beautiful colors. The rays warming her skin. Despite being there in the cold forest, she felt as though she was there again in her church. Even to the point that she could feel the warm rays of that sun or the familiar brushes of yellow flowers. It brought a blush to her face. "I pray for the safety of my friends with me on this journey, the ones we left at home, the ones we have yet to meet, and all the ones we lost along the way. I pray that we will one day remember this and see how much we have grown in the process. Fate is a being we do not fear. Nor are we bound to it. May this group of wayward children find a way survive and thrive during this fight of our lives." Aerith looked up but her eyes remained closed. She was still in the church. Still listening in to the birds. Still basking in the warmth of colors.

Snap!

Aerith turned quickly and grabbed her staff.

"Waitwaitwait! It's just me!" Tifa stood in the darkness, hands up in defense. Tone in a whisper yell as to not wake the others sleeping nearby. Aerith relaxed to the floor and Tifa joined her. "I didn't mean to scare you. I noticed you were gone so I came to find you. I heard you praying and didn't want to interrupt you so I just watched." Tifa remembered the way the moonlight lit Aerith in the darkness. It was practically angelic. "All the things you were saying, it was beautiful." Tifa propped her left arm on her left knee and looked at Aerith who sat hugging her knees against her chest.

"Thank you, I was just speaking from the heart." She sighed and leaned against Tifa who took no time in wrapping her free arm around the flower girl. "Do you think we'll be okay?"

Tifa thought for a second. There was no way of knowing what was going to happen to them now that they left Midgar. Shinra was just one of many challenges they would have to face and she didn't like lying to Aerith. "I think we'll be okay if we stick together."

"Then I won't leave your side." Aerith rested her head against Tifa's shoulder. She allowed her eyes to close.

Tifa turned to press her lips against Aerith's hair whispering, "And I won't leave yours."

[mediocrity-at-best]

The Bones of a Miracle

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Chapter 2: Trying To Choose Which Way To Go

Summary: Roman Pyre is called upon to retrieve the missing Crown Prince by the rulers of Aerewadal, one of the strongest kindgoms in the world. He takes the job with the promise of more money than he could ever hope to spend and finally, at long last, peace. How hard could it be to find one Prince? Turns out, not that hard. But bringing him back and getting paid? That’s another problem entirely.

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Remus can't move his leg.

He's been trying for the better part of an hour, while still pretending to be asleep so the swampwitch wouldn't know he's woken and won't see their untimely death coming at Remus' hands. Unfortunately, that plan is seeming less and less likely because his leg won't move, but there is an ache starting to build in his joints, like he'd taken a bad landing.

"Are you going to get up?" The swampwitch asks, back still to Remus. Remus lets out a particularly loud snore, but the swampwitch merely sighs. "I know that you've been trying to move for nearly an hour now. You may as well just admit that you're awake and ask why you can't."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Remus answers dutifully. "But since you're offering, we can have a conversation while I'm asleep." He forces himself into a sitting position and tilts his head around to crack his neck. The swampwitch shudders from their station at what looked like a sink and finally turns to face Remus.

"This is not how sleep talking works," they say. Remus shrugs.

"Maybe not for you. I've done this my whole life. Once, I stole a dragon from the aerie and didn't even realize it had happened until I woke up on fire."

"I find that...highly unlikely." The swampwitch examines Remus. "Regardless, I am sure you have queries for me, and I will endeavour to answer what I can to the best of my ability. Let's begin."

"Why is your hair doing that?" he asks. They stiffen slightly and run their hands through their hair, as though checking for something. Finding only the blond strands on their head, they furrow their brow in confusion.

"My hair is not doing anything," they say.

"Nah, I'm pretty sure it is. Look." Remus grabs a piece of his own curly hair and drops it. Then he points at the swampwitch. "Your hair is sticking out like you rubbed your head in dragon shit."

The swampwitch sputters. "I assure you, I have done no such thing." But they do pat their hair again.

"Whatever." He watches as the swampwitch comes to stand in front of him. "What's your name?"

"You may call me...Star," the swampwitch says. "He/him pronouns are preferred. And you?"

"Remus," Remus says. "I've been called a he and a him since I was born."

"You do realize that if I were Fae, you would have just given me your name, don't you." Star's voice is completely monotone, despite the statement being phrased like a question.

"I've always wondered what those kinky fuckers would want to do with me," Remus says. he grins. Star doesn't return the gesture. "What's in the jar?" Remus asks, launching himself off the bed with only the use of one leg. He snatches at a jar full of a slimey, acid-green substance and tilts it over his hand. It doesn't fall out, but Star does make an interesting noise and yanks the jar out of his hand.

"That is poison that is absorbed through the skin, you abosulte moron," he says, glaring. Remus positively cackles.

"Spicey."

"It is not!" Star shouts, cradling the poison to his chest like a kid. Remus thinks this may just be his sort of person.

"So you've eaten it?"

"No!"

"Then how do you know it's not?"

"I-you-AUGH!" Star reaches back blindly and chucks a book at Remus. Remus takes it full in the face and collapses back against the wall.

"Harder, daddy," he says, wriggling his hips. Star stares, open-mouthed and not speaking. Then, he spins on a heel and walks right out the door. Remus laughs loudly after him.

Star is gone for one minute, two, three four five, and by the time he finally returns home, Remus has managed to break three different knives in an attempt to get the weird, oddly thick thing off of his leg.

"What are you doing?" Star says, voice pitching unevenly.

"This is why I can't move my leg," Remus says, as though it's obvious. "So I'm getting rid of it." He says. As thought it's. Obvious.

"That is the only thing keeping you from being in unbearable agony," Star says, "and also the only thing that will ensure your leg heals correctly. Stop trying to remove it before you put hours of valuable spellwork to waste."

"Aw, you did all that for me?" Remus asks, voice high and shrieky. Star winces.

"You know what, I am about to remove it myself. Perhaps you shattered your ankle by design of some Deity and the pain was meant to be your punishment for existing. And now my punishment for helping you is having to put up with you."

"People have said that I'm a handful," Remus says, nodding. He glances around until he sees another knife. "Ooh!" He goes for it, intent on getting the shit off his leg, but Star interrupts him and manhandles him back to the couch. Remus glares at him.

"If you take off the cast, all of the spells I performed to ensure a quick and correct recovery will also come off, and then you will be stuck here for months until your leg has healed enough naturally for you to go back to wherever it is you came from and let your family know that you're not dead." He grabs Remus' hands and roughly shoves them onto the bed. "Now, refrain from what you're doing and allow yourself to heal in a timely manner."

"I never did like deadlines," Remus muses and, with one last stab, cracks the white stuff off of his leg. He howls when it comes off, like a rabid animal, and Star rushes over to him, fingers already sparking with the beginnings of a spell.

Finally, finally, the pain stops. Remus examines the now green thing on his leg. It is somehow even bulkier than the last one. It is also glowing faintly.

"For the love of Penelope, just stop," Star exclaims, smacking Remus' hand away again.

"Penelope?" Remus asks.

"The deity of healing, among other things. They're one of the Old Deities. They've fallen out of common knowledge now, but their presence is still here, among us and impacting nearly everything."

"Huh," Remus says. "I've never heard of that one."

"I'm not surprised," Star says, clear dismissal in his tone. Remus makes the executive decision to ignore it. Many people have tried to dismiss him; they all found out one way or another that nobody dismissed Remus except for Remus.

"What else is Penelope the ruler of?"

Star's eyes practically light up. "They are the Deity of Faith, Healing, Being Found, and New Beginnings. Some scriptures also inidicate they may have had a hand in the growing of commonly found medicinal plants, as well as healthy growth, though the scrolls are old and in many cases barely legible." Star pauses. "I did get to see one, once. At a very old library. It was...enchanting."

There's a lull, and Remus can see that Star is probably done talking unless Remus continues the conversation.

"So, what even is this thing?" Remus asks, poking at the glowing green.

"I call it a cast," Star says. "It is a combination of hardened bandages, different herbs to keep the wound clean and mitigate pain, and my own spellwork to ensure proper, enhanced healing."

"Fancy," Remus says.

"I suppose." Star preens.

"How long have I been here?" Remus asks. That's the important question. There are some time sensitive tasks he has to complete, as well as some pesky people following him that he needs to make sure can't find him. The longer he stays, the harder both of those things will be.

"A couple of days. I kept you asleep through the worst of the pain."

"Well," Remus says, "thanks for everything, but I have to go."

"What?" Star demands. "You can't even walk. Where are you going to go?"

"An adventure," Remus says. He hops up again, this time to Star's disbelieving, outraged face, and staggers toward the door. Star grabs his arm.

"No-"

"Let go of my arm, swampwitch," Remus cries, trying to wrench away, only succeeding in losing his footing and falling flat on his ass.

"Swamp-swampwitch?" Star sputters. His mouth forms a thin line, his face reddens, and his eyes begin to glow a faint, deep blue. "I am not a swampwitch. I am a wizard." His voice drops dramatically, and Remus can feel the magic rolling off of him in waves, like slime coating his skin. "I am the wizard that is healing your wounds, and I am the reason that you are not a corpse being picked over by woodland animals. You will stay with me until such a time that your leg has healed and you can walk, at which point you will leave my home and never return to it. Do you understand?"

Remus nods mutely.

"Good." Star's eyes stop glowing, his skin goes back to its almost transulent paleness, the magical feel in the air disappears, and the sparks of magic zinging off of him begin to dissipate into the air. "I expect fair compensation from your family for having healed and put up with you, in addition to saving your life. Now, until you are in a state fit to make the journey back to your home to repay me for my kindness, you will stay here and mind. Your. Manners."

Star drags Remus up from the ground by the arm he still had a grip on and practically throws him into the bed.

"That was hot," Remus tells him, eyes wide. He's never seen somebody with magic like that before, and to be so affected by Star's emotions is dangerous.

Remus is going to piss him off.

Star's face goes red again, but this in a flustered way, and he shoots away from Remus. "Ah, well, just. Behave yourself and stop trying to sabotage my efforts to ensure your recovery is swift." He tries to look stern, but the blush all over his face just makes him look like someone playing at teacher. Remus grins.

"Sure thing," he says. Star turns away, and Remus decides his stay here might be very fun after all. He goes to speak again, to ask after food (perhaps that jar of slime he'd had earlier. It looked spicy. Remus wants to know if it is spicy.) but there's a knock on the door.

Star throws a hand out, indicating that Remus should stay quiet. "Who's at the door?" Remus asks anyway.

"I don't know. Some people find me to get help, some people find me for...less savory reasons. They could be here for any number of things." Star takes a hesitant step toward the door. Magic crackles at his fingertips again. Remus' eyes light up.

"I hope it's somebody who wants to gut you," he says, practically vibrating at the thought.

"Excuse me?" Star chokes, jolting to face him.

"Then you'll have to kill them," Remus says, still grinning. With magic, he doesn't say, because he knows that it's not always wise to lay all your cards on the table.

Star sighs, shakes his head, and then turns back toward the door. "Stay there," he commands. Remus settles in to watch whatever show is about to go down. Star throws the door open.

"Hi," says the person on the other side. "I seem to have gotten lost in the woods. Could you help me?"

And, well, that's really not what Remus had been hoping for.

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Groaning, Roman very nearly throws the trap back to the ground in frustration. This is the fourth trap he'd set for rabbits, and it was the fourth trap that he's opened this morning to find empty. Something is setting off all of the traps he's set to find food, but somehow managing to leave no food or trace of whatever it is behind. At this rate, he'll have to stop off in a town to buy food, which is exactly the last thing he wants to do. More isolated towns like the few he'll find in and around Wudour Forest aren't known for being the kindest to travelers.

Drukha, from her spot near his bedroll, snorts at him. Though it's been two days since he left the castle, and one more day of traveling only through the forest, Drukha had yet to warm up to him at all. In fact, it rather seems as though she's becoming less trusting, unless she considers prancing away fromhim every time he approaches to tie his pack onto her saddle an appropriate greeting.

"Stubborn horse," he says, sending her a glare. She chomps at nothing, large teeth on full display. Roman chomps back and Drukha rears up, whinnying.

"Over-dramatic beast," he mutters, and Drukha turns her back to him. Would the Monarch have sent him with a hellsfoot for a companion? Surely not. Surely they wanted Roman to find their son as quickly as possible, and sending him with an animals overloaded with dark magic would do nothing to accomplish that goal. But it was the only true explanation Roman can think of. Sometimes it sounds like she's talking about him under her breath! That's not something a normal horse can do, but a hellsfoot? Well, it certainly isn't outside the realm of possibility.

Roman gathers up all of his supplies and makes quick work of getting Drukha ready for another day long trek into the forest. She seems just as excited about the notion of more trees and nothing but trees as Roman does. At least they'll be miserable together.

"It's what you deserve, cretin," Roman tells her and narrowly avoids a bite to his leg. "You'd think a horse would have better instincts than you do." She kicks one of her legs back and Roman makes a rude gesture back at her. He grabs the reins and tugs slightly, trying to urge her to keep heading East with him. Drukha snorts and shakes her head, mane flying all over the place.

"I'd just as soon leave you, too," Roman says. "But you were lent to me, and you must see this quest to its end, so come on." He digs his heels in and tugs, but Drukha stays right where she is.

It takes ten minute for Roman, panting and mud splattered, to admit he might have to find another way around this obstacle than going straight through.

"If I let go of the reins, will you at least follow me?" Roman demands. Drukha tosses her head but doesn't try to pull away. "You better not run, beast," Roman tells her. He drops the reins and moves ten paces east. After a moment of hesitation, Drukha begins walking forward.

Roman sighs. "Thank Basil." A branch somewhere above him creaks, and it sounds almost like a laugh. Can't he catch a break? First no relaxing after a hard job, then a horse that hates him, and now being mocked by trees? Could this trip be any more unfortunate?

As rain starts falling from the sky and Drukha tears a chunk out of the hood of Roman's coat, Roman violently curses Della and Basil, Goddess of unfortunate weather and God of animals respectively.

This is going to be one long trip.

 Long trip may have been an understatement.

The rain had finally stopped, but now the ground is entirely mud and sopping wet plant matter - which doesn't even make sense with the amount that it rained! It shouldn't be this wet! Damp, sure, that would make sense, but Roman is in a forest where there are trees that catch a lot of the water! The ground should not be sucking them in like the quick sand pits in the Tharene Desert!

It feels like it's been hours since the rain had stopped, but checking his pocket watch reveals that it's actually only been about an hour and a half. Roman wants to scream with frustration. He is going to miss so much that he had been desperately looking forward to, and now there is this. This soul-sucking mud and an angry horse and his clothes are wet and he's uncomfortable and-

And once he finds this stupid, arrogant royal offspring, he is home free. He will never have to take another job again, and he'll be comfortable for the rest of his life.

He just needs to find this prince. He's good at evading the royal guard, but Roman isn't the royal guard. Roman has been trained by some of the best trackers on the continent, and there is no way the prince will be able to keep from leaving the traces someone trained by the Fae would look for.

Drukha whinnies and rears onto her hind legs, splattering Roman with mud.

"You know," he starts, but then stops. It's not like the horse will understand him or care. Damn horses and their stupid aversion to all things Fae-like.

Angry, tired, and in need of a break, Roman stops where he is, climbs a tree for a dry-ish spot to sit, and takes his lunch. There's an apple, and some meat left from the last trap he laid that had caught anything. He doesn't eat much; he'll try hunting again tonight, but if nothing comes of it, he'll be forced to stop at a town for food, and he will stave off that possibility as long as he can.

Then again, there are other kinds of traps one can lay. The kinds of traps with much bigger prey.

Whistling to himself, finding his mood rather suddenly lifted, Roman hops out of the tree. He doesn't try to pat Drukha, though he's feeling good enough now that he might have considered it. Instead, he just keeps whistling, a jaunty little tune that he heard in the first human village in Aerewadal that he lived in. It's been one of his favorite songs since he had heard it.

Roman takes a few things out of the saddle bag and quickly goes to work with his plan. An hour later, and Roman packs all of his supplies away and begins walking.

"Come along, Drukha," he says. He feels the side-eye the horse gives him, and he doesn't even care that she's being so wilfully suspicious of him. He just begins leading her farther east, and though it takes longer than it did the first time, Drukha follows.

Roman will follow the prince's path through the woods until the sun goes down, at which point he'll set his traps for game - both large and small. He'll be having freshly caught meat for breakfast tomorrow, one way or another.

[yrpspiritsintheshadows]

Old Wounds

Old Wounds

Dear Mr. Miyamoto,

It is with great fear I am reaching out to you. I don't know what to do. You're my last hope here with this. My name is Charlotte and I'm 18 years old, but I still live at home. I go to Geistville Community College.

I have this doll, it was given to me by a relative, whom I am not close with. I've enclosed a picture of the doll at the bottom. Ever since getting her, weird things have been happening. My name's been called when I'm the only one home, I've had nightmares where I can't breath and woke up with these weird bruises around my neck.

I brushed it off at first because my family thought I was nuts. It wasn't until the doll started moving off of its stand at night that I realized I'm NOT crazy and this is in fact happening.

First, it'd be on the floor. No big deal, I have a cat, Pearl, she knocks things off my shelves sometimes but this is a porcelain doll and Pearl sleeps in the living room in her cat cave. If Pearl knocked it over, it should've broken. Nope. Still intact.

Then, I swear I saw its eyes follow me when I was getting ready for school.

Last night, I had the nightmare about not being able to breathe and when I woke up, the doll was on top of me.

Please… Please help me. I'm scared it's going to kill me…

Eiji sighed heavily, reading over the letter for what felt like the hundredth time. It had been concerning when he received it initially.

Now, reading it over again, there was dread building up. He pulled up the photograph included.

The doll, to anyone else, looked normal. Snow white porcelain, dark, almost black brown eyes, she had a purple chiffon dress on, covered in ruffles and frills, her pale blonde hair in ringlets around her head.

If the doll wasn't involved in a haunting and didn't look so… otherworldly, Eiji would've called it "cute" and moved on.

He had to take it with a grain of salt, however… and he wasn't sure if this was something his team should handle.

The last time I dealt with a haunted doll case…

He looked at the picture he kept by the computer of when Ken was a newborn, the day they finally got to bring him home from the hospital.

I made one of the worst mistakes of my life.

Goddess, why did I bring that thing into the house?

Old guilt bubbled in his chest as he bit the nail of his index finger. Normally, he never hesitated… but this had an old wound attached.

"Eiji, I don't want that thing in my house."

"I know, I promise I'm burning it in the morning. It'll be destroyed and not be able to bug anyone again. I got the key. Just focus on resting. Don't want you or the baby getting stressed."

I'm gonna need to talk it over with Carmen. One thing is for sure, I am NEVER bringing that thing into the house.

Not where it could terrorize Ken or Hideki or Hikaru. Not…

He growled.

Not where it can touch Carmen.

Never again.

His heart went out to the girl. He knew what it was like to be terrorized by something you thought was innocent.

Something, that you thought would never get a chance to harm you.

Just hope her house doesn't have stairs.

I need to talk to Carmen… and maybe call Naomi. Because I don't know if I can take this case. I'd have to sell her on it and even then.

He gripped the arm of his chair tighter, eyes trailing from the doll's face to the photograph. Carmen, in the picture, looked exhausted but relieved, holding the tiny bundle that was their son. Safe and sound, home at last.

What am I gonna do? Eiji sighed heavily, getting up. He had to get out of the room for a bit.

He didn't want to have this conversation.

Deep down though, he knew in truth he wanted to help this girl. Free her of whatever was inside the doll.

I'm just scared that it'll bite me again. I usually forward this crap to Naomi.

He headed upstairs, going to Carmen's office. The pool room was nearby, the door was open a crack so she could listen if any of their kids were in the pool.

As it stood, no one was. The boys were in the family room, watching a movie of some sort. It was just them.

He peered inside, Carmen was sketching on her screen tablet, her eyes narrowed in focus.

Eiji swallowed hard, knocking on the doorway. Her eyes never left the tablet but her hand did pause in its movements.

"If this is a bad time, I can come back in an hour." He offered when she did look up.

Carmen narrowed her eyes, looking her husband over… In particular his eyes. He was nervous, shifting in place, hands tucked into his jean pockets.

"What's on your mind, Mi Amor?"

Eiji bit his lip. He really didn't want to have this discussion.

I could just make something up and run upstairs.

But that's lying.

I could say I turned it down and go upstairs and call Naomi.

But that's half lying.

I could…

Augh, I'm gonna have to do this, aren't I?

Eiji let out a long sigh, his shoulders slumping. Normally, they could talk about everything and anything.

Just. Say it.

"Carmen, I got a letter today from a client about a new case." He frowned, unease blooming within. "I… This is something I really need to talk to you about."

"What's going on?" She frowned, concern washing over her. "Is it involving something like what happened to Hideki and Hikaru?"

"No, no! We're not taking in more kids." He held up his hands. "It's not like that… but it does involve something that we both hate. See, she has this doll and-" Eiji cut himself off, at the stricken look Carmen had. "C-Carmen?"

Carmen narrowed her eyes, shaking her head.

"No. You know the rule." She got up, grabbing a water bottle out of the small fridge she kept in her office. "I don't want any creepy haunted objects in my house!"

"I wasn't going to bring it home." He explained, a pleading look coming to his eyes. "I swear, what happened back then won't happen EVER again."

Carmen stared at him, frustration coming to her eyes.

"I don't… Eiji, if something attaches itself to anything and comes after the kids or me, you'll never forgive yourself. You're STILL upset about what happened." She went up to him, cupping his cheek. He pressed it into her hand, closing his eyes. His shoulders were shaking a little.

"It was my fault." He murmured, his voice cracking a little. "Carmen, I thought…. I thought…"

"Shh… I know." She stroked his arm. "Mi Corazon, I think I know better than anyone… I was scared too."

"He was so tiny… and you were in so much pain… Carmen, I… I'm torn." He ran a hand through his hair, a haunted look in his eyes. "I want to help. I want to help this girl really badly but I don't want to risk you guys either… Especially you." He frowned, bringing his arm around her waist, pulling her close to him. "Please…"

Carmen brought her arms around him, stroking his back. She didn't want to say anything, except dig her heels in and say no. In a perfect world, if she said "no" once, he would've never spoken of it again… But the idea of her Eiji even doing that unsettled her.

It still hurt.

While Ken, it seemed had no health issues after his rather unceremonious arrival, they had been terrified.

C-section, having a hard time getting out of bed to go to the NICU, Eiji being there every single moment, trying his best.

We went through heck back then because of a stupid doll…

And now there's another stupid doll out there.

She tightened her arms around him, burrowing her face into his chest.

"I love you." She leaned up, giving him a serious look. "I'm not gonna lie, I don't want you to do this. Not even in the slightest. I want you to give it up."

Eiji nodded, lowering his head a little.

"But… I'm not going to ask you to do that because I don't want someone else getting pushed down the stairs or killed because of some stupid little doll." Carmen tilted his chin up. "But I don't want it in my house. Not even for a night. Okay?"

"It won't go anywhere but a fire pit in some campground off the highway. I promise." Eiji vowed. "I'll cleanse myself before coming in the house too."

Carmen played with his necklace, kissing his chin. He kissed her, holding it for a moment.

She pulled back after a moment, touching her forehead to his.

"I love you." He breathed, relief washing over him like a wave. "I love you so much."

"I love you too." She nuzzled him. "You big darn, hero."

"Just an investigator."

"Yeah, who if he brings that doll home, can kiss back rubs goodbye for six years."

"Sounds fair. More than fair." He kissed her forehead. "Thank you."

"Welcome." She wagged her finger at him. "Remember, I better not see it in my house."

"You won't." He grinned.

"Good."

oooooo

He didn't need to hold an entire meeting about this one. Just one message:

"It's a doll. After the investigation, we're burning it. No chance of it going after anyone. Got it?"

They all knew. They had investigated the first doll case and had been part of deflecting others until now.

"Eiji, are you sure about this?" Chase asked as he helped pack up the van, hefting another duffle bag into it. He also packed a gas can full of fuel for a fire. "We can reschedule."

"No."

"Eiji-"

"Chase. I promise, I'm gonna be fine." Eiji smiled a little, trying to hide the dread he was feeling. "I'm scared but I'm fine."

"You could stay home. We could drive down to Monstruo and grab Naomi-"

"Nope. She has kids too." Eiji walked past him. "Gonna go say goodnight to the kids."

Soon as he was gone, the team huddled together.

"Alright, we know this is gonna mess with him." Skyler spoke up, crossing her arms. "So, we have to put as much space between the doll and Eiji as possible."

"I'll be bait." Chase held up a hand.

"Of course you're bait." Lucian smirked, before it faded. "Eiji needs to handle nerve center. He'll be on monitor duty all night. No investigations outside of it."

"He's not gonna be okay with that."

"He will. Something tells me he will and if not." Lucian smirked. "That's what texting Carmen will do."

"... Lucian, you seriously scare me sometimes."

He shrugged.

"Either way. Eiji is not getting set off tonight. We're not letting him get near the darn thing unless it's attaching cameras to it."

"We got all of the spell tags in a box too. We'll stick 'em all around the nerve center."

The team nodded to one another.

No mistakes tonight.

Let's do this for our little ghost family.

oooooo

Charlotte's home was a modest three bedroom house. With white paint and a grey roof, it looked like your typical house.

"My parents are out of the house for the weekend and if I have to leave for the night I will too."

Eiji knocked on the door, leaning a bit to the side.

It wasn't long before a young woman opened it. She was pale, her blond hair hanging in ringlets around her face, the rest pulled into a short ponytail at the back of her head. She wore a bright red scarf around her neck as well.

"Hey there. Charlotte Monroe?"

"Y-Yes? And you're Eiji?"

He smiled reassuringly, offering her a hand as she shook it.

"I promise we're gonna get to the bottom of what's happening to you."

Charlotte relaxed a little, ushering them inside.

"I had my parents take the cat with them. Pearl won't be interfering with anything."

"That's good to know-" Eiji's words died on his lips as he saw what was sitting on the coffee table.

Unease washed over him like a tidal wave as his eyes met its soulless glass orbs.

"I… see we're getting right into it then? This is the doll?"

"Y-Yes." Charlotte shuddered. "I didn't want her in my room tonight. I'm sorry. Will that be a problem?"

"No, not at all."

Chase whistled as he looked it over.

"So, does her hair grow too or-"

"Chase!" Eiji hissed.

Charlotte blinked, confusion in her eyes.

"Hair growing? I… I don't think so. Is that a sign?"

"No, no." Eiji reassured, waving it off. "Just an old legend about another supposedly haunted doll." He gave Chase an annoyed look.

"Oh. Okay. Can I get you guys anything? Tea, soda, coffee?"

"Nah. We're fine, honestly. Shall we?"

She nodded, leading them to the dining room of the home.

"Sorry, I just… feel really uncomfortable talking in front of her."

Eiji gave her a reassuring look, taking out his notepad.

"No worries. Let's hear it."

Charlotte nodded, fumbling with her fingers.

"Okay, for one… I don't have a name for her. I just call her "that thing" since I've honestly always hated dolls. My favorite toys were stuffed animals. I hated it whenever anyone gave me a doll but for some reason I can't seem to get rid of it."

Eiji narrowed his eyes.

"How so?"

Charlotte closed her eyes tightly, exhaling sharply.

"I tried throwing it away when I messaged you. It came back."

"And you're parents wouldn't have brought it back in?"

"Never."

She glared down into the garbage can. She looked at the doll in her other hand, giving it a sneer.

"Meet your new resting place." She chucked it in hard enough that she heard a crack, the doll's neck broken in an awkward angle. She smiled, putting the lid on and heading back inside.

"Alright, time for some Leonideas-" She stopped short as she entered her room.

The doll was lying on her bed, perfectly repaired.

"I was out of the house for less than two minutes." She shivered.

Eiji finished jotting the information down. Internally, he was horrified at what he was hearing, but he was giving an outward appearance of calm. Just trying to do his best to be reassuring.

"I see… and do you still have bruises?" Eiji gave her a gentle look. "My colleague here, he's also a paramedic. It just helps to see for documentation."

Charlotte fidgeted before nodding, undoing the scarf.

As it fell away, the team gasped.

Her neck was covered in bruises, almost all in the same pattern, traveling entirely up her neck. Two on each side.

"Good gracious…" Lucian walked over to her. "Is it alright if I…?"

"You can." She murmured.

Lucian was gentle, tilting her head to the side as he examined the bruises. There was a distinct pattern. One he unfortunately was very familiar with.

"Yeah, these are finger prints." He concluded, stepping back. "They're miniature but these are distinctly human finger prints."

Charlotte replaced her scarf around her neck.

"So… she was choking me for sure?"

"It's possible. Which is why I think it would be in your best interest if you didn't stay the night while we're here." Eiji gave her a gentle look. "Is it possible for you to join your parents? We'll be gone by day break."

"I can go to my boyfriend's house. He lives down the street." She smiled a little. "Bill wouldn't let anyone hurt me."

"Then give him a call and pack up. We'll make sure the doll doesn't bug ya."

"Thank you."

It wasn't long before Charlotte left the house, hurrying down the street on her bike. Eiji closed the door behind her, sighing heavily.

"Alright, since the most activity happens when the doll is in her room, I'll go move it there and get the ghost box setup-"

"Nope." Lucian clamped a hand on his shoulder. "I'm doing that."

"Eh?" Eiji furrowed his brow. "Luce, I can handle this."

Lucian smiled, shoving him along.

"I know. But you've been active in our last two investigations while I had to babysit the cameras. You take a darn turn."

"Wait." Eiji turned around, giving him a suspicious look. "You're… volunteering. As ghost bait. You're actually volunteering!?"

"Yes. Problem?"

Eiji sighed heavily, a bit guilty for being relieved he didn't have to spend too much time in the same room as the doll.

"No."

Lucian grinned wickedly.

"Good. Now, get in the freakin nerve center."

Alright…

Let the night begin.

[meowloudly15]

Stranded: Day 6 - SIDE CAR

Hello, I would like to apologise profusely for not having updated this story in three weeks. I'm still alive, so fear not! And be on the lookout for other new stories from me in the near future! But anyway, if you've been patiently awaiting an update, I'm sorry to have left you hanging, and I hope this new chapter is worth it! For all of you, thanks for checking out Stranded, I hope you enjoy it, and I promise to try and do better with updates in the future.

(Also, it low-key stinks that Tumblr removed the line break thing from textposts, or maybe it’s just me)

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The school day had finally ended. The weekend had arrived, free for Gwen to exploit to the best of her ability.

She wanted nothing more than to sleep for as long as she could. At the same time, she wanted to relax and swing around the city for a while.

Anyway, there were things that she wanted to check out. Namely, she had a spider-person or two to locate.

Gwen found web-swinging oddly relaxing. There was a rhythm to her motions, although she did love to mix things up. Rhythms, like drumming on her desk or tapping her foot or listening to music, relaxed her. It only made sense that she would feel that way about web-swinging as well.

She watched the city run its course as she passed overhead. Two men got into an argument over a scraped bumper. A woman watered her window box. A group of teens played pick-up basketball around a makeshift hoop ziptied to a lamppost. Sirens blared somewhere far off in the distance. A dog barked. A car alarm went off.

It was a chaotic form of order. There was an odd sort of underlying rhythm. Brooklyn had a heartbeat. The city had a drummer trapped beneath its streets, pounding out a pattern.

None of the activity affected Gwen in any way; it seemed to pass right through her, like the prison door during her atomic disjunction. She wondered if this was how it felt to be a ghost, detached but still present, unnoticed but noticing, trapped behind a cosmic one-way mirror.

DRONING DRONE

Except that she wasn't really detached.

Gwen felt a drone smack into the small of her back. It threw her body and mind out of her rhythm. After catching herself, she alighted onto a water tower and sat down, watching the purple-tinted clouds sail overhead.

It was peaceful outside. It always was, despite the hustle and bustle below. She seemed to rise above it all, leaving humanity and her fears and woes behind and simply being present.

Gwen wondered why she felt so philosophical all of a sudden.

It was time to get back to business. After all, she was going to die soon. She didn't have time for fooling around.

Would she be missed? It wasn't like she had anyone particularly close to her. Besides her family, the only person she could think of who would fit the criterion was Peter. They'd been best friends, had had so much fun together. The insult competitions, the riddle games at which she sucked but he did fairly well, chatting and bothering each other on the bus ride home, visiting each other's houses and meeting his aunt and uncle, sneaking out to the gas station late at night to buy little packs of powdered donuts, trying to figure out how her superpowers worked…

Then he'd died.

Gwen shook her head, as if she could send the thoughts tumbling out of her mind. Death made her morbidly contemplative, and such thoughts only weighed her down. They only held her back. They didn't matter. She needed to bottle up her emotions.

But for some strange reason, Gwen couldn't get herself to completely stop caring.

Was that a bad thing?

Ignoring her conscience, she shielded her eyes and scanned her surroundings. A figure leaped across the skyline. It wasn't so much a splash of colour as it was an absence of one.

Perhaps it was the other spider-person that L- that Dr. Octavius had mentioned?

She leaped off of the water tower and headed towards the figure, well aware that she might be approaching a trap.

Upon reaching the point where she had last spotted the person, Gwen scanned the area and found a strand of webbing. She lifted it and rolled it between her fingers. It felt odd, more like actual spider-silk than the synthetic product that she used. Another visual search yielded no signs of life other than a stray cat padding down a narrow alleyway.

She had lost her mark. She might as well head to Alchemax now and see what she could find.

SIDE CAR

Gwen took off again, heading to one landmark among many. Around her, the streetlights flickered on, casting a yellowish glare over everything and everyone, including the still-smoking car wreck just to the side of the nearby exit ramp.

Wait a second. Smoke? That was not a good sign. She changed her bearing and headed over to it.

Gwen landed on the pavement not far from the car. Muffled whimpering emanated from inside. She ran over to the wreck and peered through the broken dashboard. Trapped inside the car was a young man with shattered glasses, tangled in his seat belt and bleeding profusely from the forehead.

Gwen flipped the car right-side up and tore off the smashed-in driver's side door. The man looked up and yelped in surprise. He started to fumble with the seat belt buckle. Gwen tore out the belt from its attachment point and lifted the man out of the wreck.

"Can you walk?"

The man nodded. "Think so. It's just my arms and face that hurt."

Gwen gently set him down. The young man stumbled briefly and put his hand on her shoulder to steady himself, but he remained upright.

"Th-thank you so much!" he started to babble, hugging Gwen and bloodying part of her suit.

"Don't mention it. It's a miracle you weren't hurt worse."

The man's face suddenly fell. "Oh no, I'm gonna be late for my date. Sonuva… and I was gonna propose to her! Augh!"

Gwen nodded and turned away. "Well, I hope your proposal goes well nevertheless. I'm sure she'll be happy to know that you're still alive and in great condition. Give her a call from the hospital. Have a good night."

She took off and swung towards the Alchemax building.

It felt good to be a hero again. It was always nice to get back into the swing of things, no pun intended.

Gwen did know that this New York already had its own spider-themed vigilante, but she figured she would help where she could for the time being. She had her own goals and deadlines, but doing something good was never a bad thing.

ATOMIC DISJUNCTION

Gwen lost her grip on her webline and plummeted towards the ground some thirty yards below. She managed to regain control of her body, but not before smashing into the roof of a parked Tesla, triggering its burglar alarm.

She couldn't tell if her headache was caused by the collision or by the disjunction, but it didn't really matter. Her everything else ached, too.

She couldn't wait to get out of this God-forsaken dimension. That is, if she ever would.

Gwen pulled herself up from the wreckage, dusting fragments of the roof off of herself. The burglar alarm did not help her headache at all.

Today was really not her day, was it.

Gwen managed to muster enough force of will to stand up and fire a webline at an overhanging street sign. It was funny the way that irony worked. She had just saved a man from a rollover accident, and now she had severely damaged somebody else's car. Maybe she should give up her driver's license so that she wouldn't wreck any more automobiles.

She chuckled at her own sarcastic comment. Her license had taken her too long to get to be given away so wantonly.

Gwen reached Alchemax as the sun dipped below the horizon. She clung to the face of the building and gazed around, trying to locate an entry point.

Something seemed off. Gwen stayed very still and tried to determine what it was. Her spider-sense remained silent, so she assumed her suspicions were either incorrect or not immediately life-threatening.

The skyscraper was vibrating.

She wondered if it was a side-effect of some of the odd technologies that were housed…

Wait, was the dimensional transporter thingamajig causing the vibrations?

She had to get inside.

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[pkmnsdarkqueen]

Call Me Kevin sentence starters pt. 3

"I wanna knock em down!"

"I can't help it if I attract the cops, I'm a good looking person."

"Just running reds over here, amd going top speed."

"I'M LYING LOW!"

"That doesn't make any sense, it can't be how it happened."

"Then the story ends with, and then they crashed into a round-about."

"Augh I gotta listen to your depressing story again."

"I don't understand why people tell me that they lost someone. Shouldn't they be going to find them instead of telling me about it?"

"Watch out for the clown."

"Ah yes my license to smash into vehicles."

"What are all these noises!?"

"How are they doing that! I've never seen anything like it."

"Is everyone really in here to watch a person dance."

"You can slide them exactly the way you want."

"I should burn it that would be funny!"

"I don't think that would accomplish much."

"I don't know the fury just took hold!"

"Oh gosh what am I doing! Geeze!"

"I might as well put them to use."

"No I can't put them in there."

"You can not be used as fuel apparently."

"How are we even going to take all this money out of here?!"

"Oh no there must be a fire at the exact same time we're robbing the place."

"Ah now I can defend us!"

"Why do they even have this thing?"

"Oh I guess we got away with it."

"This is police awareness: police will attack if you commit crimes."

"I've done way more than scratch the paint on this car."

"Who started playing that banjo?"

"I'm really drunk so I think it'd be a good time to go explore."

"I'm a social drunk."

"They won't let me outside!"

"Guns will not work against me!"

"I am utterly terrifying!"

"Why do I need to handle it!"

"Oh I fell off....guess Im swimming."

"Was that a gun or a lawnmower? I'm more scared of the lawn mover cause I dont want to cut any lawns."

"I'm just whistling at them."

"What I think they're pretty!"

"Ah! Fire bad!"

"Curse you for doing that to my ears!"

"No don't malatov me!"

"Oh my gosh you're useless."

"Emphasis on driving. I should be moving then!"

"See this is easy! Just ignore that."

"If you're fast you won't die!"

"The police just passed me."

"Oooh I am not taking that."

"I probably shouldn't of walked in this way."

"That was well deserved."

"That is blinding!"

"They put the lights back on, do they know what they want?"

"It's dynamite how hard can it be!?"

"He caught himself on fire, that's something I would do."

"Where did you learn to drive a boat!"

"You tell me this after I crash into a pillar?"

"You can say that to most things I do to be honest."

"Yes because drunk people always have gashes on their legs."

"I feel like this would attract as many people as possible."

"Except for the people possibly dying in the bathroom this is pretty tame."

"Again over kill. I could of just punched someone."

"I did the exact opposite of the plan."

"This is too happy."

"I'm gonna some how live through this I guess."

"The problem is that doesn't work."

"It's a test keep going."

"Friendly fire!"

"One minute I'm repairing you."

I don't know, it exploded."

"You can not just shoot people like that!"

"I have been arrested for being a bitch."

"I see you're in on this."

I don't want to either. I just want to stay here and get to know you better."

"I can stay here longer!"

"Feel safe yet?"

[gurupanlove-blog]

The Musician Killer (English)

I hope you like it :3

The Musician Killer.

 One day a girl named Oliver was walking through the streets of the city. She was a cheerful girl with golden eyes, a fair complexion and straight brown hair. She came from her school accustomed to returning alone. But there was something wrong, lately the murders had gradually increased, making the streets unsafe, but even so it was her turn to leave since her parents worked all day.

 While walking she stopped to see that on the floor there was a candy without being touched, she had been educated that "if it is not yours, do not grab it", but since her stomach was hungry after her workday, she decided to eat it. Then she noticed that there was another candy, no, there were several candies, and they formed a kind of road that led to an alley, she, for his hunger and curiosity, followed the trail of sweets.

 At the end, and having eaten all the candy, out of nowhere a violin music began to echo throughout the alley, at first Oliver was confused, hypnotized by the melancholy melody, but returned to reality when the music stopped, so he decided to go home. When it turned towards the exit there was a silhouette of a man blocking the exit, she began to feel fear, her heart began to beat so fast that she thought it was going to leave. She tried to circle him, but the man, nimbly, pushed Oliver to the floor. And she, on the floor, tried to rejoin, but in his attempt the man kicked his stomach hard, leaving her on the floor moaning in pain.

 When he looked up he could see the characteristics of the man, he was pale, his eyes were a metallic blue, as if at some point he was going to be gray, they were in their gloomy orbits, his hair was black, smooth, but tangled, he wore a black sweater, black pants, boot-type conversions (red: 3) and a gray hat on his head. The man, in his right hand, had a knife.

Oliver knew that it was his end, in spite of being only seven years old he knew that a knife was dangerous, since one day he cut himself with that. The man began to approach slowly, mounted on top of her leaving almost the inability to move, except for his right arm.

- Stop! Do not hurt me!

-Why do you do this?! Why do you want to hurt me ?!

-STOP!!

The man stopped, and in a haggard voice he uttered this phrase.

- Why ... why ... why ... do I do this ...?

With the arm that was free, Oliver tried to take out his cell phone stealthily to call the police, but the man grabbed his wrist and threw the phone away from them.

- You think I'm clumsy ...?, Ha, ha, muajjajajaja, you're so deluded.

-HEL- !! - His screams were covered by the hand of man.

-Shhh, it would be unfortunate if you spoke, unless you want to cut your tongue, you want to know who I am, well listen.

-This is my story

 My name is Christopher, I was the same age as you. I used to live in an orphanage because my parents died in a train accident on one of their work trips, I was alone, sad, without friends, nobody understood me, not even the owners of the place.

A day like any one came a girl one year younger than me, had hair with many red curls, green eyes, white skin with freckles. She was an angel (her name combined for what was for me, Angel), a gift from GOD. We became very good friends, I even began to fall in love with her, but one day, the day I was going to confess, sitting on a log in the light of the moon and the stars, she told me something that destroyed my heart.

-Chris, can I tell you something?

-o-oh, of course, if you want, but I also want to tell you something.

-Chris ..., they're going to adopt me.

-What?! - It was to be expected, after all, who would not adopt her? She was beautiful, affectionate, tender, any father would fall in love with her only seeing her beautiful eyes, green as the esmaralda.

-s-so, please ...- Angel started to shed some tears.

-Promise me one thing- I nodded, already with some tears on my cheeks.

-When you get out of here, be good, study, so that when we grow up one day we'll see each other. Take it.

Give me a toy ring.

-I saw in the T.V something that people nearby do, symbolize their love with some rings, you will have one and I will have another.

At first I had not understood, but then I took the hint that Angel did "accidentally", they were the rings that the spouses put on so that others know that one belongs to another, to which I blushed a little.

-t-thanks-I decided not to confess, because she did it first.

Weeks after Angel left again I was alone, but this time I was happy, happy. I started talking to others, I began to read more books to develop my intellectuality, I started to like music, especially the violin, so on my birthday I got reddish brown, which reminded me of Angel, so, for At night, he slept hugging the violin, imagining it was her. But over the months I received the news that it would hurt my sanity for Allan, a friend, was blond, with blue eyes and white skin.

We were in the same trunk where we sat Angel and I, where I received the news that destroyed my heart, now it would hurt my sanity, it's like a deja vu.

-Chris, something happened.

-What? What happened? - I asked a little nervous.

-Do you remember the redhead girl? - I assumed she was talking about Angel.

-Yes.

-Well, in the morning I saw something in the news ... tragic.

-Tragic?

-She died, the redheaded girl died.

-Died?

-Yes, she was found in the park with her clothes torn, her skin abused and with a stabbing in the neck, apparently she was found rape features,

At that moment my sanity broke, as if it were a thread. My face changed drastically to an empty look, without emotion, without soul, Allan realized that.

-Chris? Are you okay?

I got up, grabbed a stick, and hit it knocking it to the ground.

-Auch, what's wrong with you ?!

I approached him and I caught him with my body sitting on his arms and legs

-Well, Chris, this is not fun anymore!

With the stick I started hitting him again and again.

-S-STOP !!, AUGH !!

Allan began to agonize in pain. With the multiple blows I opened a hole to the head that boiled blood a lot.

After that I decided to escape from the orphanage through the forest (but before I grabbed my violin), suddenly falling down a cliff. When I woke up I was all beaten, I had bruises all over my body, but what stood out was my peculiar wound that was in my right hand, ran from the separation of the index finger and the middle finger, which moved diagonally to the right and it went down in a spiral towards the wrist, it really hurt horribly. I looked for the violin around, and when I got it I was in some bushes, safe and sound, so I was glad for that, since it was all I had left.

And not only did I feel physical, but also emotional pain, without my angel alive as I could keep myself sane, I could not, I simply could not ... Although, I had to admit, to discharge my anger that way was satisfying to me, to remove me is weight of it felt like ...

Good very good.

And since then, barely seven years old, I live on the street. I started trafficking and using drugs to survive. There were times when, being drunk or "sane" killed people for fun, but I liked to kill children (but more girls) because yes Angel, with all his innocence, could not live, I decided to kill all the other girls who are beautiful, pure, tender, innocent.

After that Oliver blushed a little (because he practically told her that she was beautiful, pure, tender, innocent, it was the first time someone praised her), still having a little tears on her cheeks for having heard that sad story, but Then he remembered that he would end his life, erasing that blush, turning his face pale with fear.

 -Now you see ...?, Do you think she deserved to die? - In the face of Chris began to fill with tears slowly. But after a few seconds he stopped his silent crying.

-But you know what?...

-I DO NOT CARE.

A twisted smile formed on his face and he began to laugh maniacally.

-JAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJAJA !!!

Before Chris could touch an inch of his skin with the knife the police arrived, several put themselves in defense in the exit of the alley.

-HANDS UP!

Chris quickly got up leaving Oliver on the ground, to which the cops started firing, but all his bullets were in vain since he dodged them all, as if it were a game, and ran away without leaving any trace .

Oliver was taken to her home, where her parents were concerned. When they saw her they cried with happiness.

But....

She really felt that ...

It was not the end of his story.

T.H.E E.N.D ...?

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Steven Universe: The Lost Gempire Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Attack (Disclaimer! You get the point) Samus opened her eyes and found herself onboard the Great Fox. “You’re ok!” said Steven. “What happened?” she asked. “You were injured so we got you patched up on here,” said Garnet, “But we couldn’t save Pearl.” “Why would Akbar Shah want her anyway?” asked Connie. Steven was looking up in the sky. “Its amazing up here,” said Steven. “Glad you like the view,” said Fox coming down, “Allow me to introduce myself; I’m Fox McCloud, ace pilot and leader of the StarFox team.” “What is StarFox?” asked Steven. “Its an elite team of pilots who protect Corneria City from any evil,” said Fox, “It was once lead by my father until his death, but I took the team out of retirement and filled it with pilots I know I can trust.” Slippy was working on another invention. “Like my best friend and classmate Slippy Toad,” said Fox with a smile, “He may be young, but his brain is as big as this ship.” “Aww shucks,” he said. Falco was playing a game on the TV. “And Falco Lombardi,” said Fox, “He’s stubborn and doesn’t like to play by the rules, but is one of the best pilots I could find.” Falco lost his last life. “Augh, damn it!” he said as he threw his controller at the screen. “Yep, like I said,” said Fox, “Best guys I could find.” “How’s it hanging Falco,” said Slippy as he tried to put something on Falco’s head. “Hey, let go of me!” said Falco. “Just try it,” said Slippy. “If I say yes will you get off of me?” asked Falco. “So, whne we get to Corneria where should we go?” asked Slippy. Falco had a visor on his head that could help him aim. “Well there’s some nice spots over here we can check out,” said Fox. “HEY!” said somebody. It was Peppy Hare. “This is NOT a vacation!” he said. “And that’s Peppy Hare,” said Fox, “The glue that puts this team together, and a bit of a nag.” “And just look at this mess!” said Peppy, “Were you two raised in a barn?!” Falco finally completed the level. “Alright!” he said. “And no yelling!” shouted Peppy, “AND WHICH ONE OF YOU BOYS MESSED WITH MY DESK?!” “Who spit in his bean curd?” asked Samus.

They finally landed in Corneria City. Samus walked slowly with Connie guiding her. “I appreciate this, but I know how to walk,” said Samus as she smiled. Falco got out and saw Meadow. “Oh man,” he said. Meadow saw him. “Falco Lombardi, you’re alive?!” asked Meadow. They hugged. “So are you!” said Falco, “What happened? I woke up and I didn’t see anything, no ship, no you.” “Where did you go?” asked Meadow. “That doesn’t matter, Samus told me you completed our mission,” said Falco, “Hey that’s my jacket.” Meadow started to take it off but was stopped. “No, keep it,” said Falco, “You’re a good person Meadow.” The StarFox team was debriefing the general about the plans. “I see,” said General Pepper, “So Akbar Shah plans to use the special gem to merge Homeworld with our world.” “Without it Homeworld stays stuck in Space, just a little close to our atmosphere,” said Falco. “Thanks to the info that Meadow gave us, we should be able to plan an attack,” said General Pepper, “That was incredibly brave what you did, renouncing the Diamond Order, saving this man’s life…” “Thank you sir, but a friend of Steven’s was taken prisoner,” said Meadow. “And we’ll do what we can to get her back,” said Fox. Everybody started getting into their battleships. Connie tied tape onto her hands and put her hair back. “I promise you Isaac, I will avenge you,” she said. Steven was getting worried about her. “Are you ok?” he asked. “Never been better,” said Connie, “Let’s go Lion.” They both got on Lion. “Now this is a road trip,” said Amethyst. Garnet had the special gem in her hands. They started heading for the spaceship where the weapon was in place. Akbar Shah was standing with Pearl. “They’re coming,” he said, “You know what to do.” “Yes,” said Pearl, “Kill Steven, and bring back Rose.” Jasper was watching. She secretly had a communicator and contacted Peridot. “Now,” she said. Lion was riding into space and Steven made a bubble. “Connie, are you mad at me?” he asked. “What?” asked Connie, “No, why would I?” “Well… ever since what happened you seemed distant,” said Steven, “I thought you seemed angry that I didn’t call you about the Slipknot invasion.” “I appreciate your concern Steven, but it isn’t about that,” said Connie, “I’m just focused on fighting Akbar Shah.” “Because of what happened?” asked Steven. “He killed my brother and father,” said Connie, “So I will avenge them…. But I won’t kill him.”

“Well if you need help, I’m there for you,” said Steven.

Garnet and Amethyst were flying in the Great Fox. “Akbar Shah has brought war from homeworld,” said Garnet staring in the sky, “It is now our duty to end that war.” “Um guys, we got company!” said Slippy. Some gem ships were heading straight for the Great Fox. “If we have to we’ll give you a hand!” said Connie. “No, you head for Homeworld!” said Fox, “We’ll handle it from here!” He and the other pilots jumped into their Arwings. “There’s an extra one for you Peri,” said Falco, “Just don’t crashing it!” “Got it,” he said. He took Lapis’ hand and took her inside. “Nice stereo,” said Lapis, “So Jasper can be trusted right?” “Yes,” said Peridot, “Thanks to a little Peri-Corruption.” “How did you do it anyway?” asked Lapis. “I’ll tell you when this is all over,” said Peridot. Steven, Connie, Samus and Lion made it to the docking part of the ship and activated their space suits. “Good thing they gave these to us,” said Connie. Akbar Shah sensed that Connie was close. “Pearl, its time,” he said. “Yes,” said Pearl. She pulled out her spear and it had a darker look than before. Steven and Connie were looking for an opening. “You will go no further,” said someone. It was Pearl. “Pearl what happened to you?” asked Connie. “You are no use of me,” she said. Her eyes turned red as she looked at Steven. She pushed Connie out of the way and attacked him. They fell inside the slip. “Steven!” said Connie. “Intruder!” said someone. Gem soldiers started firing. Connie used her sword to block. Samus joined in to help her. “We should be getting reinforcements soon!” said Samus. “From who?” asked Connie, “It seems like all the gems wanna kill us, except for Meadow.” “You’ll see,” said Samus. Steven pushed Pearl off of him. “Pearl what’s happened to you?” asked Steven. “You killed Rose!” said Pearl, “Now you must pay!” She got out her staff. Steven blocked with his shield. “Akbar Shah’s twisted your mind!” said Steven, “You’ve gotta fight it!” “No, I must save Rose,” said Pearl. She kept attacking while Steven kept dodging. Steven managed to get in a few hits, but got hit himself. “Pearl, I understand you’re tired,” said Steven, “But please try to remember who you are, and we can end this.” “Yes… end this,” said Pearl. “Yes,” said Steven. “By ending YOU!” said Pearl. Fox and his squad were looking for an opening for the ship. “Slippy, where’s that analysis?!” asked Peppy. “Give me a second,” said Slippy, “This tech takes time!” He finally got it working. “There it is!” said Slippy. She pushed him down and saw his gem. “This is for you Rose,” said Pearl. “Pearl NO!” said Steven. A pink light shined on both of them. It was Rose. “Rose?” asked Pearl. “Mom?” asked Steven. Rose approached Pearl and bent down to her. “Rose…. Is it really?” she asked. “Yes,” she said. Rose touched her face, and the blackness was cured from her. Pearl was returned back to normal. “Rose…..” said Pearl with tears coming down her face, “Forgive me.” Rose smiled and turned to Steven. “Hello Steven,” said Rose. “Um…. Its nice to meet you,” said Steven. “Its nice to meet you too son,” said Rose, “You’ve grown to be a great man.” “Mom, Pink Diamond said that you saved her life and showed her the true beauty of Earth,” said Steven, “Is all that true?” “Yes, her death was exaggerated as humans would say it,” said Rose, “And with you to continue my legacy, I know humans and gems will eventually live in harmony.” Steven smiled. “The battle is far from over,” said Rose, “You must stop Akbar Shah and help him discover himself again?” “How?” asked Steven, “He murdered Connie’s brother.” “There is more to him than you believe Steven,” said Rose, “Now you must help Connie.” She started to disappear. “I love you Steven,” she said as she hugged him. Pearl turned to him. “Steven?” asked Pearl. “Let’s go save our friends,” said Steven. Connie and Lapis were fighting off the gem soldiers. “Where did your brother get this kind of technology?!” asked Lapis. “Beats me,” said Connie. She used a sword technique to take down a soldier with stone powers. “Connie get down!” said Lapis. She did a water attack and washed away other soldiers. “Wow, no wonder Peridot loves his limb enhancers,” said Lapis. Jasper was helping Samus out of the skirmish. She did a roll attack to clear the way. “I’ll hold them off!” she said, “You help the others!” “Thanks Jasper,” said Samus. She got her power suit on and managed to meet the others. “TRAITOR!” shouted someone. It was Jasper’s old comrade, Beryl. “It doesn’t have to be like this,” said Jasper, “We can still stop this.” “Its too late for that,” said Beryl as her hands turned to crystals, “Now I’m going to do what I should’ve done!” She was fighting Jasper. Connie was getting cornered by the enemies. “It ends now sword girl,” said one of them. “STEVEN BOMB!” shouted Steven as he landed down and cast a bubble. “Steven!” said Connie as she hugged him, “I knew you were still alive!” Fox and his squad were firing at the enemy gems. Meadow was on Falco’s ship firing her cannon. “Man, you have the best technology on Earth,” she said. “Thanks,” said Falco. “We got these punks Steven,” said Jasper, “GO!” “Thanks Jasper,” said Steven. He and Connie went to the docking bay of the battleship. “Now we just have to destroy this area and the ship should go down,” said Steven. He was about to touch something when a beam almost hit him. It was Akbar Shah. “We’re not done yet,” he said menacingly. “You’re a monster,” said Connie. “Its just us now,” said Akbar Shah, “The bounty hunter can’t save you.” Steven got his shield out and Connie got her sword out. “I should’ve known that Pearl would be too weak to finish you off,” said Akbar Shah, “No matter, I’ll take pride in destroying you myself.” Samus kept firing at the enemy gems. One of gthem fired and it hit Samus. Her power suit was badly damaged. “Shit!” she said. Jasper covered her while Lapis and Peridot got her to shelter. “Thanks for the save,” said Samus. “Don’t mention it,” said Lapis, “Just helping out the cause!” She used water attacks to wash away the enemy gems. Meadow saw an opening. “That’s the control panel!” said Meadow, “Falco land me down there!” “Got it,” said Falco. Steven and Connie were fighting Akbar Shah. “I’ve been looking forward to this day,” he said. “My power has doubled snce the last time we fought,” said Connie. “Good, twice the pride, and double the fall,” said Akbar Shah. He went after Connie and Steven blocked him. He then did a jump and countered with a spin kick to the face. “Impressive,” he said, “Most impressive.” “You’ll find out I’m full of surprises,” said Steven. He was about to attack but Akbar Shah pushed him back. “Connie, fusion!” he said. “Right,” said Connie. “Oh no you don’t!” said Akbar Shah. Meadow appeared and held him back. “I’ll hold him off while you fuse!” she said. Steven and Connie did the fusion dance while Meadow fought Akbar Shah. “You’re a failure L-1991, a mistake that should’ve been erased,” he said, “But I’m going to see to that personally.” Meadow got out a beam saber and started fighting him. “Try to delay the inevitable, but its still inevitable,” said Akbar Shah. Meadow was able to hold her own despite Akbar Shah being stronger than her. Their blades clashed and Akbar Shah started to get the upper hand. However Meadow forced him back and cut him. Furious he countered and made her drop her weapon. Meadow jumped out of the way before he could strike again. Stevonnie stepped in with her sword and shield. “This ends now Akbar Shah,” said Stevonnie. The ship started to fall apart taking heavy fire power. “You could have the power of true warriors,” said Akbar Shah. “No!” said Stevonnie. “You could bring planets to their knees!” said Akbar Shah. “Never!” said Stevonnie. She ferociously attacked Akbar Shah and cut his leg. “I can feel it in you,” said Akbar Shah, “Your true power.” Stevonnie attacked him again. “Give in to your hatred, and embrace the darkness,” said Akbar Shah. Stevonnie finally had enough of his taunts and pushed him down constantly striking him. “Yes, keep striking,” said Akbar Shah. She finally destroyed her weapon. “Its over Shah,” said Stevonnie. She walked away. “You didn’t finish me off,” said Akbar Shah. “Its not what Isaac would’ve wanted,” said Stevonnie. She unfused. “Revenge isn’t the answer,” said Connie. “You have so much potential but you fail to see it,” said Akbar Shah as he took off his mask, “But if you join me, I will complete your training, and we can end this foolish conflict between humans and gems!” “Never,” said Connie, “I’ll never join you.” “If only you knew the true power your gem possesses,” said Akbar Shah, “Before Doug Maheswaran died, he never told you what happened to your brother.” “He told me enough,” said Connie, “He told me you killed him.” “No Connie,” said Akbar Shah, “I am your brother.” Hearing those words made Connie flinch. “No….. that’s not true,” said Connie, “That’s not possible!” “Search your feelings Connie, you will know it to be true,” said Akbar Shah. “No….” she said, “No……” “Join me, and we can rule the Earth as brother and sister, and show all humans how strong the Maheswaran family is!” said Akbar Shah. The great fox appeared. “Steven, Connie, jump!” said Garnet. She took Steven’s hand and they both jumped out. Akbar Shah watched them leave. “Call off the troops and move out,” said Akbar Shah, “The mission has failed.” He found an abandoned ship and flew off. The battleship started to fall down as it could no longer sustain Homeworld’s weight. Homeworld started to move further from Earth. The battle was won….. for now. Steven hugged Connie. “I’m sorry about all this,” said Steven, “It’s a lot to take in, I know.” Connie hugged back. “I just don’t believe it,” said Connie, “Akbar Shah….. can’t be my brother.” “Peridot didn’t you use to work with him?” asked Amethyst, “When you saw him you told him something far worse happened to him.” “I don’t think we should get into all of that,” said Jasper, “Right now we should be happy that we saved Earth from another catastrophe.” Connie wiped away her tears. “She’s right,” said Connie. She then turned to Steven and kissed him. Later in Corneria City, Steven and the gems got medals for their assistance in stopping Akbar Shah. “Thank you all for your help,” said Samus, “But I think I should be heading back.” “Where?” asked Steven. “I’m going to school in Los Angeles to meet with my mentor,” said Samus, “But if you ever need anything you know who to call.” She got in her ship and flew off. Later Steven was about to video chat Peridot. “Hey Peri,” said Steven. “Hey Peridot,” said Connie. “Can you two hear me?” asked Peridot. “We can hea…..” said Steven. “CAN YOU HEAR ME?!” he screamed. “We can hear you,” said Connie. “Check it out,” said Peridot, “I found a way to get some wi-fi on the farm!” He showed them a little invention he put together. “That’s cool,” said Connie, “Meanwhile I got the honor roll at school again!” “That’s great to hear,” said Peridot. “And I was featured on the news on an article about The Peacekeepers,” said Steven, “They’re calling me a living legend!” “Hey Lapis, come say hi,” said Peridot. Lapis saw both Steven and Connie. “IS that Steven and Connie?!” she asked, “How did they get trapped in there?!” “Now Lap… calm down,” said Jasper but was pushed out of the way. “Lapis its just a….” said Peridot. The video disconnected. “I gotta go check on them Connie,” said Steven, “I’ll be back.” He rushed to the farm. Lapis had her bat ready. “Lapis no!” said Peridot. “Hold on Steven, I’ll save you like you did for me!” said Lapis. “STOP!” said Steven. Lapis turned around and saw him. “I was so worried!” said Lapis as she hugged him, “Sorry about that Per…” “Its fine,” he said, “Just take it easy with the bat.” “Everything’s ok Connie, I’m about to come back,” said Steven. Lion saw the laptop. “Wait… Lion what are you doing?” asked Connie. “Lion be careful….” Said Steven, “NO!” Lion dropped the laptop. “Oh god,” he said rushing back to the temple, “That was Connie’s Laptop!” Lapis and Peridot laughed while looking up at the sky. Yet another day was saved thanks to the help of Steven, and the Crystal Gems. Simple Creed by Live Born with your back to the god that spit you out on the riverbed Angry at who? Me? You better back up fool I bet you took a gun to school too But now, nobody's takin' your candy You just keep on livin' this tragedy To each his own, but I wait for you to take my hand Cuz we need each other We gotta love each other Born with your back to the god that picked you up by the puppy scruff Angry at who? Me? You better back up fool And be grateful that the real me is always hidin' from you Now, nobody's takin' your bicycle Maybe somebody should take your microphone To each his own, but I wait for you to understand that we need each other We gotta love each other (I wait for your to understand) That we need each other (I wait for you to take my hand) Someone should take your microphone Someone should leave their live at home Someone will take your bubble gum Someone will take your life and run Always, would she always, get ya always, walky hallways, try again, lie again, don't let him Don't let love, now won't get love, now don't show love, now don't know love, now won't know love I wait for you to take my hand, I wait for you to take my hand (I wait for you to take my hand) Yeah, cuz we need each other You know, we gotta love each other Cuz we need each other, yeah We gotta love, we gotta love each other (It's gonna be all, alright) (Someone, will take your life and run) We need each other (It's gonna be all, alright) Yeah, we gotta love each other (It's gonna be all, alright) (I wait for you to understand) You know, we need each other (It's gonna be all, alright) (I wait for you to take my hand) We gotta love, we gotta love each other STEVEN UNIVERSE WILL RETURN…… Samus was back in Los Angeles talking to her mentor, Michael Morrison. They were both in a lab at school that was trashed by unknown adversaries. “Really?” he asked, “REALLY samus?!” He was angry because she had damaged the suit that he made for her. “Six days?” asked Michael, “It only took you six days to take a piece of completely renovated piece of weaponized armor, and then turn it to garbage?!” “I acted with good intentions,” said Samus. “Don’t talk to me about good intentions,” said Michael, “Do you have any idea how much I invested to make this thing?!” He looked at the damaged power suit. “It had some functions I was planning to install,” he said, “Some really nice ones too.” He turned back to face her. “Talking to me about good intentions,” said Michael, “You know I have a good intention to prohibit your ass from test driving anymore of my creations.” “I’m aware of that,” said Samus. “Well thank God its still functional, so just have it fixed up, just like you found it,” said Michael, “And don’t have Anela making a bunch of modifications like a…. a damn Jet Pack!” “Yes Michael,” said Samus. “But…. Keep the color scheme,” said Michael, “I dig it.” “I know sir,” said Samus. “You know sir,” said Michael, “So how did it work in combat?” “Well Michael,” said Samus, “Thanks for asking.” He walked away. “Talking to me about good intentions,” he said walking away. Samus called Anela. “Yeah, Annie…. We’re gonna have to kill the jet pack,” she said.