#i finally figured out that shit oh my gooooood

[lover-of-mine]

I made a tiny pink crochet moon and I made it with a magic circle in like, 15 minutes AND I AM UNSTOPPABLE.

[wonderful-wells-writing]

Fanclub; Chapter 1

EoWells x Reader

Some of the STAR Labs employees have a secret fanclub where they discuss Harrison Wells and share pictures they take when they think he isn't looking. Problem is it's not quite as secret as they think it is. The man himself seems to have taken an interest in the the little group, finding it to be the perfect place to find willing partners to satisfy his needs. And you're his next pick.

Work is dying down for the evening at STAR Labs. Chemists are checking that all the storage units are set to the proper temperatures. Engineers are making sure that everything that needs to be powered down is. Lab techs are cleaning up their stations. But nearly everybody is discussing their plans for the weekend.

There is one worker who is not engaging in such conversations. You are currently crammed between two sections of machinery, determined to get this wiring finished before leaving for the day. That way, Monday, bright and early your team can start doing test runs.

You are not engaging in conversation with others but rather are talking to yourself as you work. “Some red over here, blue wire over there.” Your grin would light up the room if anybody could see it. “I just love when a color-coded array comes together.” There’s a buzz on your right butt-cheek, and you squeal in surprise.

“Everything alright in there?” One of the other scientists looks up from the desk.

“Yeah, Bri,” you extract yourself from the machine parts. “My phone just went off, and I thought something shocked me.”

“Girl, I can not tell you how often that happens to me,” Bri takes her purse from a drawer and a jacket off the chair. “So, what are your plans for the weekend. More number crunching?”

You pull your phone from your back pocket. “Actually my college roommate is having a bachelorette party tonight. So I said I would swing by the bar for a bit.”

“Sounds fun,” Bri gives a wave before heading to the door. “Don’t party too hard.”

She returns the wave before opening a group chat app on her phone to see what the notification is about.

KittyCat42; O.M.G did you see Dr. Wells today? a shirt THAT tight can not be workplace appropriate!!!

Attached is a photo taken from a smartphone at an angle in which the subject does not seem to be aware their picture is being taken. Dr. Harrison Wells is leaning over a desk, examining something on a monitor. Kitty is right; his shirt is very tight, his biceps bulge through the long black sleeves.

You grin, considering sending a reply, but another message comes in first.

YummyBitch73; Think he’s got plans? Looking that good, he’s got to be going out tonight.

Your thumbs move across the screen to type a quick response.

BabyDoll14; Maybe he has a date tonight?

KittyCat42; wonder who the lucky girl is?

You lean against a nearby workbench, smirking at the screen.

---

On the other side of the lab, somebody picks up their phone to check the barrage of notifications coming in. They chuckle before adding their own two cents.

Speedy22: Hey, who knows, it could be a lucky guy.

YummyBitch73: Oh you wish, he is a lady killer through and through

BabyDoll14: I mean, who are we to judge if it’s a lucky lady or gent. Maybe he swings one way, maybe he swings both ways. Who cares, we’re just here to talk about his ass behind his back.

“Speedy’ nods, almost respecting the woman on the other side of the screen for staying objective about objectifying her boss.

Speedy22: Speaking of ass, I got this one yesterday

He opens his gallery and scrolls until an ‘appropriate picture is found. A nice shot of Dr. Wells from behind; the quality is incredible for a smartphone shot. The man’s shirt is riding up, showing a nice strip of the skin of his back, even a bit of where his boxers rise above the waistband of his hands.

YummyBitch73: Damn Speedy, you always get the good ones. You’ll have to teach me some photography lessons sometime.

KittyCat42: what kind of camera are you using? The quality is so gooooood.

“Hey,” a woman’s voice draws his attention away from his device. “Are you staying late again tonight?”

Harrison Wells takes a breath to look her up and down, mentally running through his mind all the employees to try and remember who it is at his office door. “I’ll be headed out soon; I just have to wrap some things up.”

He recalls who she is when he sees the look she’s giving him. Brianna Masters, a specialist working down in Lab C. She would have had to go out of her way to get to his office before leaving. Self-proclaimed president of the Dr. Wells Fanclub, he had just been interacting with the group chat of; after the former president left with a job offer at Mercury Labs. She had been making goo-goo eyes at him since her interview three months ago.

“Well,” Bri twirls a curl of her hair, fluttering her eyelashes. “Harrison, you know I was wondering if you might like to take me out to get some drinks tonight?”

Dr. Wells tries to hide his displeasure at the thought. She wasn’t his type, physically, mentally, emotionally, “I have plans in the morning that require a clear head. Miss. Masters. Now is there anything of importance that you need?” The man was not adverse to flights of fancy to pass the time; he wouldn’t be keeping an eye on the little Fanclub of his if he wasn’t willing to look for ‘interested parties,’ but this particular woman has been of no real interest to him.

For reasons such as how she pouts at his response, “Well, having fun is important.” She mutters before wandering off down the hall, turning her attention to her phone.

YummyBitch73; holy Shit! He just asked me out for drinks. It sucks so much that I have to drive out to Coast City; I”d have taken him up in a heartbeat otherwise.

----

Back in Lab C, you finally finish with the maintenance on the machine. You check your phone once more while heading over to the desk and nearly cackle at what you’re reading. Everybody knows that Bri is full of shit, but there’s no point in calling it out and causing discourse.

You mute the phone to focus on your computer. While humming a quiet tune, you work on moving files to the USB stick plugged into the monitor.

“Fuck,” you whisper, seeing the download time in comparison to the clock on the screen. Of course, you could just leave it be, take the weekend off. It’s not like you get paid extra to run calculations at home.

17 minutes later

“Nonononono, wait, please!” You’re half running to the street as the bus pulls away, leaving you in the illuminated circle of a streetlamp, cursing yourself. That was going to be the last bus coming this way for the night. If you walk home, you’ll never make it in time to change for the party. You might not even make the event at all. You pace up and down the sidewalk, contemplating your options.

A car pulls up beside you, tinted window rolling down, “Need a lift?”

You stop, shocked, “Oh, no I…” you pause, looking through the window, “Dr. Wells, hi...hey.” You swallow your pride. “I would really love to get a ride on-with, with you.” Internally you cringe at how that came out, but figure he probably wouldn’t have heard such a minor slip.

The lock clicks open, and you reach for the door.

“Maple Apartments on South 11th street, right?” Harrison glances at you as you get in the car.

You pause before shutting the door, “do I want to know how you know that?”

He laughs, and you jump a bit at it, “I can see how that would sound a little suspicious.” His smile is reassuring, and his blue eyes are kind behind his glasses. “It was on your registration forms when you started. I enter new employee data myself. Total recall can be useful even for small matters.”

You breathe a sigh of relief, shutting the door and buckling in. “I really appreciate this Dr. Wells, I would have been so late tonight if I didn’t get home to change soon.”

“Bit plans tonight?” Harrison asks as he starts driving. Truth is he had suspected you’d be missing her bus. He had seen you running after the last bus or driven past you walking home numerous times out his way out. You had quite the habit of working until the absolute last moment.

You smile, twiddling your thumbs to keep your hands occupied. “Yeah, I’m meeting a friend at the new bar that opened down the street from my place. She’s getting married soon, and since I can’t make the wedding, I promised I would spend at least a couple hours at her bachelorette party.” You aren’t exactly sure why you’re volunteering this information to your boss. It would be inappropriate to be so casual with him; then again, it’s also inappropriate to be part of a Fanclub that secretly takes pictures of him and talks about how great his ass looks.

Harrison ‘hmms’ in thought. “Why can’t you make it to the wedding?” He glances at you out of the corner of his eye, taking a moment to take in the way you sit, act, look, before returning his eyes to the road.

“Oh, they scheduled it for a Wednesday, so,” you look towards him just moments after he looks away. The first thing you notice is his hair; whenever you’ve seen him in the morning, it’s perfectly combed and straight, but it seems like as the day went on, it began to take on a life of its own. While the back is still nice and neat, the front is sticking out in all kinds of directions.

“You could have asked for the day off,” Dr. Wells offers, “Am I such a terrible boss that you think I”d deny you some vacation after all your hard work?”

You feel a heat rise to your cheeks at what seems to be a compliment to her work ethic, “Oh no, I don’t think that at all. It’s just that, well, we have so much work to do. Every day we get a little closer to your dreams of the particle accelerator, and I want to contribute absolutely everything I can to that dream.” You smile. “You’re going to do such incredible things for the world of science Dr. Wells, and I don’t want to waste any time that could be spent helping you.”

The man is somewhat stunned by this. He’d attributed her long hours and determination to personal ambition. “What about you? Do you want history to remember you for your achievements?”

You bite your lower lip in thought at the question, “I mean sure, it would be nice to be recognized for my contribution, but,” she takes a deep breath, “I’m more concerned about how my work will impact the world, not so much if I’m remembered for it. Anyways you’re the true genius. I can tell that STAR Labs will make big changes and put humanity on a path towards the future. As long as I get to be a part of that, it’s all I really need.”

Harrison does a low chuckle at your sentiment, amused by the naivety. You speak with such hope and wonder and admiration. If you knew the truth, how horrified would you be? The realization of the end goal of the particle accelerator, the effects across history that your determination would wreak.

He grins, “Well, I am glad to have such a dedicated employee, but I do believe that one off day is not going to hurt our progress.”

You purse your lips, “You don’t come down to Lab C very often; you’d be surprised how off the rails things can go when I’m not there. Anyways I would rather work than go to a wedding. It’s not my kind of scene.”

He can sense that you are holding something back but doesn’t press the issue any further. He’s reached your apartment building anyways.

“If you change your mind, I’ll be more than happy to give you the time off,” he says as he parks.

“I’ll keep that in mind,” you reach for the door handle, “oh, and thank you so much for the ride. I really owe you one.”

Dr. Wells makes a mental note about cashing in that favor later. “You just stay safe and enjoy yourself tonight.” He smiles warmly at you as you wave goodbye, but when the door shuts, his grin turns a bit darker. He watches you walk away, eyes tracing the curve of your figure, resting on the beautiful shape of your rear, right up until you disappear into your building.

As he begins to drive away, he catches sight of himself in the rearview mirror. There is something about this form of his that seems to drive the ladies crazy, and he wasn’t opposed to taking advantage of that. While pulling back into the street and driving away, he thinks on his situation.

For 13 years now, Eobard Thawne has been trapped in this god-forsaken time period. For a while, he had focused solely on his mission, rarely interacting with others unless it served a greater purpose. But he was still a man, subject to desire. At first, it was almost enough to make him regret allowing Harrison Well’s wife to die, she could have filled his needs easily. But that woman had been intelligent; she’d have discovered his identity eventually, so allowing her to die had been for the best.

Still, after a few years of isolation, Thawne had found the need unbearable and began seeing ways to fill the hole that was forming in his chest. Little flings, one-off nights where he indulged his carnal side, allowed himself the pleasure of another’s body before quickly parting ways with them, when he discovered that a fanclub devoted to him had been formed amongst his employees, that made the whole thing easier.

Joining the group chat under a false name was easy enough. It inflated his ego every time he read them discussing how great they thought he looked, and he was more than happy to provide material for them to gush over. And with that, it was like he had been given a list of women who would fuck him with no questions asked. All he had to do was choose. Of course, he has to be wary of those who might get too clingy or go off telling other people. But it’s not that hard to week those types out of the pack.

Thawne notices magenta neon as he’s driving. A club with a grand opening sign out front. He smiles, knowing that now not only does he have a new prey lure in, but the perfect hunting ground as well.

[megatraven]

GOOOOOOD EVENING MEG!!! HOPE YOU'RE HAVING A SPECTACULAR DAY!!! YOU'RE WONDERFUL AND LOVE YOU!!! 💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛💛

ABEL'S NEW EPS WERE AMAZING!!!!!

I have finished Saerys's route! (I had loads of tickets and had paused during his season 4) his route is beautiful!!! I definitely cried during the last ep. So I'm going to continue my Sev re read after Piama and Sascha's newest eps arrive since I'm saving my tickets for their eps ☺️

*LYRIS AND SAERYS HUGS*

GOOOOD EVENING WREN!!!! THANK YOU I HOPE YOU ARE TOO, YOU GLORIOUS PERSON!! LOVE U TOO!!! <333333 *HUGS*

ABEL OH SHIT I FORGOT TO FINISH READING HIS FINALE 😱

awesome!!!!! im glad you enjoyed it so much :D and sounds like you got it figured out B)

[flying-elliska]

Seeing that post, I am actually curious, how do you go about writing a fight scene? How difficult is it to visualize everything that is necessary to paint the action effectively?

Anon ! Thank you for this great question which will allow me to procrastinate writing said fight scene for at least five minutes instead of setting my computer on fire :

For me, like most of my writing, it starts with the characters + the emotional dynamic of the scene. What is happening between them ? What emotional process do I want to convey ? And so when I imagine/brainstorm the story in my head, I often have ideas for action that are centered around emotion. It’s a lot like a stage choreography - the beats should illustrate the story.

For instance : the fight between Lucas and Thorston, it’s sort of a theatrical performance ; Lucas wants to prove himself to the Vallès people, so it’s a sort of demonstration. So it’s very staged - one opponent makes a move, then another. A lot of the time when writing action scenes the first thing I have in mind is the dialogue and the character interactions - and the setting that will fit - the rest comes later. It starts with this training sequence where I show that Thorston is a bully asking Eliott to hurt himself. The general concept is that Lucas is a knight ‘jousting for the honor of his ‘lady’ (Eliott) who has been slighted, bc the chapter has these allusions to knighthood. But he’s also an underdog so I wanted his final victory to come as a surprise - so at first it starts like an unequal fight and then Eliott realises Lucas has been hitting all these strategic spots and Thorston crumbles - this is an illustration of ‘brain over brawn’ (also very inspired by the ‘five finger death punch’ in Kill Bill) - Lucas is physically smaller/shorter than most of his opponents and he compensates by being extremely smart and quick . The end goal is a feeling of satisfaction due to this reversal + Lucas proving himself + then Eliott makes his speech which shows he has a ‘hold’ over Lucas + there is this whole thing where Vallès has orchestrated this on purpose to get rid of Thorston for being a nuisance.

The catacomb fight sequence, on the other hand, is very chaotic, it’s in the dark, through Eliott POV and he is terrified, and out of his depth, but at the same, he also trusts Lucas so a lot of that sequence is him trying to figure out where Lucas is and following his guidance. It’s a bit of a trust fall - this whole bit is them really being together outside of the prison for the first time, and the overarching emotional aspect is that, right away, they fall into this sort of ‘battle intimacy’ where they have to immediately trust each other and they find that they actually really work well together. It also being mostly in the dark pushes them to rely on touch and hearing, which adds another interesting layer of closeness. Meanwhile, Nikolai Magnusson, is like this terrifying assassin figure that stalks them in the dark, so there is a very ‘primal fear’ aspect, they’re under the ground surrounded by dead people, I wanted it to have a bit of a horror movie vibe, so there is a moment where Eliott shoots him and thinks he’s down but then surprise, he’s not and he goes for them again and it’s this ‘oh my gooooood the serial killer is actually behind me!!!!’ moment and they run away without really knowing if he is dead or not, which adds to the lingering threat and atmosphere of pressure.

So then when I actually sit down to write, I have this general idea about a vibe and some ‘high moments’ I want to put in ; I know the purpose I want the scene to serve, the starting and end points. Now I need to figure out how to get from A to B to C, which is A LOT HARDER. A few things to consider : the characters’ abilities, the weapons they have at their dispositions, the constraints (are they wounded ? in the dark ? restrained ? are there any rules or is it a free for all ?) the environment (anything dangerous ? they can use ? a time constraint ? a bomb ? somebody to protect ? etc) and again, the character’s psychology and emotions (are they angry ? scared ? determined ? too arrogant ? etc). I basically put myself in the mind of the POV character and imagine what I would think and try to do if I was actually living the scene, focusing on the practical details. I honestly don’t write a lot of intricate fight choreography because this is just not my forte and i don’t really have the knowledge. Mostly I think about what would be cool and how to fit it in, and what the character NEEDS to do

For instance, Eliott doesn’t have a lot of fight experience, so when he actually wins a confrontation, it’s often due to the surprise effect - he has a very fierce streak under pressure - but I can’t put him in drawn out fights (yet). He also has a tendency to be overwhelmed and to get into his own head, which is like, very normal for a person without training. Lucas is different - the dude is supposed to be lethal and a bit of a legend so I have a bit more leeway when it comes to him doing crazy shit that shouldn’t be possible (lol) but again, his MO is to be smart about fights so I have to think ok what funky trick is he going to pull this time. What would make him look the most badass. Really, Lucas is all about the power of surprise, because again, his adversaries almost always underestimate him (or they don’t even see him coming). He’s like a stoat, small and uncommonly vicious. (look up ‘stoat dance of death’ if you don’t know what I mean lol) or like a blackfooted wildcat (which is called ‘adorable remorseless killing machine’ and is the smallest and deadliest wild cat) so it’s a theme that you can be very small and also very ferocious, and yes, i have been on a stupid animal documentary binge lately (animal fight club !! so fcking stupid). anyway, there is often a ‘what the fuck’ moment when he fights and also use of distraction. But it depends on context - again in the aforementioned fight with Thorston he is very elegant and precise because he’s showing off - but he started as a street fighter, ; using everything he has at his disposal, being ressourceful/inventive, ruthless, efficient, etc. Like in krav maga ‘use a pen as a weapon’ etc. He’s also very very attentive to his surroundings, alert to see if there is anything he could use, and he tries to analyse the moves of his opponents. (credit to the 2 krav maga lessons i took in my life lol). And then there is Daphné who we haven’t really seen fight yet, but she’s an acrobat, so that would come into account, etc.

I also have to do a lot of back and forth because what often happens is I get an idea for a solution (really a fight scene is a series of problems to set up and solve) so I have to go back in the story and make sure they have their guns/whatever they need for the scene and that there is proper foreshadowing. It’s often the logistics that drive me a little crazy because I get to a point and I’m like...okay and how would they do the thing I need them to do ? And you always have to have this back and forth between the perspective of your POV character and their enemy because you don’t want either of them to be purely reactive or to act stupid just because it’s easier (i mean, if they’re not supposed to be stupid)

I read this good writing advice idk where that said, basically, in action scenes, the more details you have, the more it feels important. So like, when the characters are just trading blows, it’s ok if you’re not super precise. However when things change - like the balance of power shifts, there is an upset, something that carries character significance, etc - it’s good to be more descriptive  -it’s like the writerly equivalent of slow mo when everybody is holding their breath. I mean, it’s good to have a general idea in your mind of where everybody is and how they react but it’s not like a movie, it’s ok if you don’t have a super precise beat by beat rendering in your head. At the same time, a fight scene is not the time for super introspective character beats, you have to kind of transcribe the fact that everything happens super fast and there is this sense of complete focus on the action and so you don’t want too many distractions where you pause to describe the scenery, etc etc.

So yeah idk I’m still trying to figure it out I guess ^^ because honestly I still feel like action scenes are some of the most difficult things to write, making everything make sense is hard !!!! hope this made some sense tho and was a bit interesting.

ok now i’m back to the story ^^ have a nice day/night anon ! <3

[tfw-no-tennis]

mtmte liveblog issue 22

oooh man, its time to feel some EMOTIONS!

I'm BACK after a hiatus, which was due in part to me getting my 1st dose of the covid vaccine! woohoo!

anyways, starting here w/issue 22....we have a great cover w/thunderclash, the legend himself

oof. the covers made me forget how much I don't like the art this issue...I hate to be mean to the artists but this art style just isn't doin it for me chief

god I love this issue though. the framing device of rewind’s movie is so so fantastic

tailgate listing off all his fake awards/accomplishments....ily 

rodimus my boy, you're a prime in my heart

the ‘not a decepticon’ label for cyclonus is so much hvbhkjfbskjf

I literally wanna comment on every single panel bc I love all the characters so much but then id be here forever...that being said whirl ily sm 

hvbjdfbhsfjhdfshja BRAINSTORM ‘according to perceptor - ships genius’ hvhdkjhbfhjs ily dumb gay idiot

and then the cut to perceptor after brainstorm like, blew up his lab vjbkdsfnbksjf dude

GODDDDDD drift ‘your name...defines you. it’s your soul expressed in syllables. hm? oh, yes, sorry. it’s drift.’ GOD he’s so fucking funny. I love early story hippy drift

god I cant stop thinking about how good this whole issue would be as an animated show...like, specifically rewinds film, it would be SO FUCKING GOOOOOOD mtmte show WHEN

rewiiiiind ;_; I fuckgin love rewind god. fellow video editing enthusiast....

ohhhh rodimus being embarrassed about his big speech at the beginning of mtmte....my boy I love u so much

gjhnbgehjsrkfbjksf magnus being suspicious of rewind oh my god. magnus ily but please, look at the lil guy, he’s a good boy, most of the time

the fuckgin footage that magnus removed hbvhakjbfhskf god. wasn't that intended to be footage of magnus dancing? I love him

minibot squad.....

and here it begins, the mystery stick rung question...

poor rung oh my god he’s just trying to polish his lil spaceship and people r throwing shit at him. taking Ls as per usual it seems

hand grenade tag hvbfjksdnfbkjdf love that callback

noooo rungs ship :( 

magnus’s censorship vhbhadkjfhdbhjsakjhfn

oh man I forgot about how they met that race of Transformers But More 

the one-upsmanship hbvkajsbehfjks

whirrrrrl lmao I love whirl sm

goddddd whirl just killing that other alien and ending the 16 million yr long civil war bvkjsdbfhjjkafs so fucking much

oh god oh god the ‘are you happy’ page, I'm not emotionally equipped to handle this like, ever

but I will say I feel like it would be EVEN MORE oof if it were milne or someone drawing it bc I feel like this art style takes away from some of the impact bc the expressions aren't really that...expressive? idk how to put it

anyways. every single answer destroys me!!! like even the happy ones, like chromedome and rewind and tailgate - well, in present time, none of those three are doing so hot, so that makes this just hurt 

and rung....that is so fucking depressing. jesus. this guy is so fuckng sad, somebody get him a friend stat

and swerve...ouch. this readthru I've really noticed how much early-mtmte swerve is not-so-subtly like, crying out for help bc he’s so alone and shit. jesus 

also brainstorms response is just plain ole sad w/context, but at this point in the story without context, it just seems very foreboding lmao. I'm realizing this readthru that brainstorm is very sketchy and ominous in a particular ‘is he evil?’ mad scientist sorta way in early mtmte

and then everyone else is also just so OOF in their own unique sad ways, but I think the worst out of everyone is drift....GODDDDDD. especially considering that at this point in the story, drift is this kinda goofy hippy guy, so seeing him just sit there with his face in his hand, not even answering the question...AND knowing that shortly after this he’ll end up banished...IT FUCKING HURTS M8!

meanwhile, the more upbeat ‘quest to see rungs alt mode’ continues...with an ‘alt mode party’ vhbadkjsdfnabskjf it looks so silly with a bunch of cars just sitting around a table lmao

I cant even tell who everyone is bc they so rarely turn into cars n shit lmaoooooo 

rodimus with the bucket on his head hbvhakjbfskjf I CANT

everyone’s reactions to thunderclash...i fucking love it

the fact that TAILGATE doesn't hate him, even though we’ve seen that tailgate tends to dislike people who are universally liked/who have achieved a lot of impressive things

rodimus you petty thot vbdkjbfdjhsakjdf ily

RODIMUS IS SO FUNNYYYYYY ‘I'm not making all these sacrifices and leading these guys into battle and being inspirational - I'm not doing that because it makes me look good’ RODIMUS VBHSKJDFNBKSJF

thunderclash talking about magnus’s article on typefaces....hdbksjfsdbkjgfb bro

AND THEN MAGNUS HUGS HIM....HGBSKJFDSHFKD I CANT

POOR DRIFT bvhajkdfbhjkjsfd rodimus saying he ‘rehabilitated him’ oh my god

the whole spectralism thing...im sorry I cant get over how funny all this is vbakdjfbksjf thunderclash rlly b out here charming rodimus’s entire crew

and then ratchet comes in, calling tc ‘thunders,’ and tc immediately notices ratchets new hands (somehow) hvbkjfhbskjf truly amazing

it cracks me up that rodimus is all 😒😒 at thunderclash, even though as we come to find out, tc really IS That Perfect, and him complimenting rodimus isn't sarcasm at all lmao

AND THEYRE LOOKING FOR THE KNIGHTS OF CYBERTRON TOO HVSDHFJBSHKHDFJS OF COURSE

the vis vitalis being a life support machine spaceship is a really cool concept tho

‘rescuing some orphans from an exploding sun’ I fucking cant

evil guy: [holds a gun to thunderclash’s head] 

rodimus: :D finally something doesn't go his way!

he’s so petty I’m..........dkdjhfdabhduifadijgl

and its the aliens from earlier! oooh

GODDD I forgot that swerve used rung in mystery stick mode to SCHWACK the guy

rung casually dropping the fact that the functionists like, experimented on him...there's a lot of implications there, and that'll certainly be explored more later...

the fact that his ID card says ‘rong’ hvbhjakhdsbfakhsjfn 

oughufadkfujbsfk the circle of light throwing wrenches n shit at skids...guys cmon vbhsdjkfnslfd

the circle of light is like ‘wtf you all have trauma and a bunch of weird unhealthy coping mechanisms this is wack byeeeee’ lmao

skids calling the lost light his home is rlly sweet tho

cant believe the religious space hippy cult is being so rude about a film made by a guy who died like a week ago. unreal 

cd finally figured out how to make the pffft sound, good for him

AUGHHHHH the fact that rewind used ‘little victories’ as the title of the film and that's something that chromedome said in the video ;_; I'm fucking inconsolable 

rodimus, despite his obvious posturing for the camera during the whole issue, comes off as surprisingly genuine when he says that he hasn't thought about his own future much, but wants the crew to have a happy ending....im gonna cry

‘who knows what's around the corner?’ tailgate, PLEASE don't say that, oh my god, 

OUGHHHH GROUP SHOT 

OHHH mannnnNNNNN i love this issue SO MUCH. what a good fun emotional rollercoaster wrap-up to mtmte s1. god. 

like, this issue has it all - humor, drama, crippling sadness, intrigue, worldbuilding...it’s so excellent 

and getting to see rewind again hurts so bad but also I love him

ok quick mtmte s1 retrospective...god s1 is so fucking good. I'm gonna have to read more to say which chunk of mtmte I liked best but s1 is so fucking excellent that it might be my favorite. though its hard to pick bc there's so much good stuff later on too...whatever, the point is s1 is so so good

the plotlines and characters are fucking stellar. like I cant even believe how well Everything works, its very impressive. I cant really think of anything major that made me go ‘yeah could've done without that plotline/character’

I love how dedicated jro is to connecting everything. I've mentioned it before but basically every single moment in the series has payoff - what you initially think is just a funny moment, or a fluffy character establishment bit, ends up ALSO being an important plot point later, in some way

an example would be here w/rung and his alt mode - it just seems like a fun little B-plot for this issue, and seems to pretty neatly conclude with the reveal that rung was eventually classified as an ‘ornament’ (lmao)...but we later on get to see a lot more about this, both here and in the functionist universe 

and like, stuff like tailgate’s autobot lessons w/magnus - at first that can be seen as purely character establishment stuff, showing that magnus is a strict rule-lover and tg is a loveable try-hard good boy - but that becomes plot relevant in remain in light, with tailgate saving the day due to his knowledge of the autobot code (and its also character relevant, with magnus’s arc in remain in light). 

and I know this is like. a normal regular thing in writing, but I'm just very impressed about how cleanly jro pulls it off, and how many things he’s juggling at once, especially in early mtmte - it’s very ambitious!

and we gotta remember, this is a comic book. I've read a lot of comic books, and the quality is all over the place. a lot of writers bite off more than they can chew, and the story ends up kinda scattered as a result. 

another thing I see a lot in franchise writing like this is a lack of strong early character establishing due to the author assuming the readers are at least somewhat familiar with the characters already - which can be totally fair depending on where it is in the continuity, but other times it can come off as lazy

in mtmte, the cast is extremely well fleshed out, and not only that, the cast itself is unique in that there are a lot of relative unknowns (franchise-wise) - which I think was an absolutely brilliant move, because then jro was able to essentially create The Definitive Version of these characters - characters like swerve, brainstorm, chromedome, rewind, tailgate...mtmte is their baseline characterization, because they haven't really appeared in much else

this also allows for deviation from the franchise norms - again, a comic book classic is good writing being stifled by a need to stick to a certain status quo regard the characters, the world, the powers, relationships, etc

(I've mostly read DC comics, and some marvel, so I'm thinking superheroes w/all these comic comparisons)

so mtmte had a good recipe for genuine creativity in that the characters were relative unknowns, the plot was basically ‘space road trip,’ the status quo of ‘autobot vs decepticon war’ had been demolished throughout the entire franchise...so jro was able to take all that and run, and it turned out so fantastic

and luckily it isn't over yet! so many comics suffer from premature cancellation...and sadly mtmte/ll isn't exempt from this, as we’ll see later, but I've seen some awful ones, where comics are forced to wrap up in like 2 issues while in the middle of an arc. yikes. 

but another comic staple...one of my least favorite things about comics books in general...something that was basically responsible for driving me away from comics after reading a bunch...the dreaded crossover event

yep, even mtmte isn't immune to this unfortunate plague on the comic industry. crossover events are the absolute worst, and I'm saying this as somebody who adores crossovers (in concept more than execution usually). they SHOULD be my favorite, but unfortunately they p much always completely suck

they're essentially a ploy to get you to read the other ongoing titles, but they usually only serve to bog down whatever story you're reading to the point where you don't even wanna read that one anymore, let alone read all the other ongoings. at least, that’s been my experience 

it doesn't help that reading orders tend to be hard to find/keep track of, and that you need to go read the other series to know what's going on. I just hate it, like, I came here to read THIS series, I don't want a bunch of other series showing up too - even if I was reading two series, I wouldn't want them crossed over, because they're separate stories! augh!

I'm totally losing my focus here but my point is...crossover events suck, and mtmte unfortunately is involved in one. I have not read dark cybertron, and I'm not about to. I've heard nothing but bad things so I have no desire to inflict that upon myself 

soooo ill be reading through the tfwiki articles for those issues to give myself a better understanding of what went on - which is more than I've ever done in the past - and maybe ill even make a single post summarizing my thoughts on what I read in the wiki, lmao

but yea ill be skipping to the mtmte s2 stuff next 

phew ok I'm super tired, my vision keeps blurring out and stuff lmao. its time for bed, I probably have more thoughts but ill save them for later. for now...peace out!

[istheresomebodywhocanimagine]

3 with Joe !!

3. Drunk/sloppy kiss with Joe

“I have multiple questions - first and foremost, what the fuck?”

Joe shuffled from foot to foot, antsy and smiley and definitely drunk as he giggled nervously, a schoolboy-type giggle that admittedly sent a bit of a shock to your heart that made it race for a second. Joe was your best friend, and still, he was the cutest guy on the planet. Somehow, he wasn’t aware of it and was too damn aware of it all at the same time.

“I really gotta pee,” he whined, practically dancing from foot to foot at this point. Sighing and holding back a bit of a grin, you stepped out of the way and let him rush inside, watching him practically slide around the corner as he ran to the bathroom. “ThankyousomuchIloveyou!” he managed to slur-yell out, a small smile making its way to your lips as you shut the door, shaking your head.

By the time you’d managed to get a glass of water and ibuprofen, Joe had made his way back to the couch, not even pretending to ask if he could crash at your place for the night. A blind reach over the back of the couch proved fruitless, and you already knew what he’d ask for, so you grabbed the big, fluffy blanket you’d gotten from Costco from your linen closet. When you joined him on the couch with the water, pills, and blanket, he moaned happily and took the ibuprofen quickly, chugging the water before leaning against your side and laughing drunkenly.

“You’re literally a fuckin’ angel, oh my god,” he breathed out drunkenly, his breath smelling strongly of beer and whiskey as his eyelids fluttered closed, his lips smacking together for a moment before he inhaled and sighed. “M’so tired, will you cuddle until I fall asleep?”

Cuddling with Joe wasn’t new, but you still blushed a bit as you nodded and laid down on the couch with him, Joe curling up in front of you as you pulled the blanket over the two of you. You’d never been big spoon to Joe, so you furrowed your eyebrows in confusion as you tried to figure it out. But Joe had already rolled over to face you, burying his face in your neck and groaning softly. 

“Am I going to be sore in the morning?” he asked quietly, his breath warming your skin as you wrapped an arm around him, tentatively running the other hand through his hair. “Oh, God, please talk, I need to hear you say I won’t hurt in the morning.”

“You probably will, buddy,” you laughed softly, a small ‘oof’ leaving your lips as he wrapped his arms around your waist tightly, pulling you close and whimpering. “But it’s gonna be okay. I’ll be here, you can sleep as long as you need to. I don’t have work tomorrow.”

“You’re seriously the best,” he groaned out in appreciation, headbutting your shoulder a bit before pulling back to look at you, his lips only inches from yours and breaths hitting your own lips as you met his hooded gaze, your breath catching in your throat. “I could seriously kiss you, you’re so gooooood.” After a sufficiently awkward pause, something flickered in his eyes, and he licked his lips before continuing hesitantly. “Can I? Kiss you, I mean?”

“Kiss me?” you asked quietly, taken aback by the question. Of course, you wanted to kiss him even if he was your best friend, but that didn’t make the question any less heavy as you considered the consequences, eyes flitting between his lips and his gaze. Finally, you nodded slowly, and Joe grinned before pulling you in for a sloppy kiss, your teeth briefly knocking together as he came in too hot, the both of you laughing as he pulled away slightly. 

“Shit, I swear I’m better than that when I’m not trashed,” he laughed, composing himself for a moment before pulling you in for another kiss, a lot slower this time. And you melted into it, moving your lips in sync with his slightly sloppy, drunken direction. But it was perfect, uniquely Joe, and the both of you pulled away, gasping for air after what seemed like eternity.

“I might have to test that hypothesis tomorrow,” you teased gently, a furious blush still present on your cheeks. “That you’re a better kisser sober.”

“I’m literally so drunk, I have NO IDEA what hypothesis is. Is that when you freeze to death?”

“That’s hypothermia, Joe.”

[loquaciousquark]

Talks Machina Highlights - Critical Role C2E56 (March 26, 2019)

Gooooood evening, everyone. @eponymous-rose is taking a well-deserved break, so I’m stepping in to ruin reputations and botch direct quotations all over the place. Here to give us the appropriate gravitas and fear for the evening is the Chamber of Chairs:

Tonight’s guests: Liam O’Brien & Marisha Ray. Dani flips Liam off to start the show and it’s pretty funny. “What did I doooo?”

Tonight’s announcements: Last night was the season finale of Between the Sheets, featuring Ashly Burch, who is shockingly short in person. The VOD’s up for subscribers now, and it’ll be posted on YT tomorrow for everyone else. The Ashley Johnson episode will be up soon! Yay! Remember, no new episode of CR this week, and no new episode of TM next Tuesday as a result. Normal CR broadcasting resumes April 4. The Kickstarter hit $8 million today. Liam: “Oh boy oh boy oh boy it’s fine it’s fine IT’S FINE.” The final goal is $8.8m with 23 days to go, and a behind-the-scenes filming of the theme song was posted today on the KS. The video’s actually pretty cool & features Ashley in a feather boa!

Anyway! Episode 56: The Favor

CR Stats! This was the shortest episode of this campaign at 2h19m15s of gameplay. Only Shopping and Shipping from C1 was shorter. This episode tied for the fewest spells cast in one episode (six) and all were cast by Caleb. Over the 44 episodes & 136 days the M9 had the dodecahedron, they gained 25 fragments of possibility and actually utilized 13. 

Liam and Marisha talk about having a timer in the office: “It has been 27 days since the last Holy Fuck ending.”

None of them thought Matt was going to cut it off at that point, but when he explained he wanted Taliesin there for the next part, it made sense to all of them & they all agreed it was for the best.

Beau has four thousand thoughts racing through her head right now. One of them is excitement about getting to learn the Kryn more, but she’s also terrified. Henry interrupts with the most adorable baying howl and he walks offstage. What a good pupper.

Liam describes the moment as everyone frozen in amber as they wait for the next episode. Beau will figure out something to her advantage between now and then.

Marisha likens this moment to the Emon attack and the Lorenzo fight with Molly in terms of emotional shock. Brian remembers Sam was in a tux that night; Marisha: “I knew it was going to be a funeral tux.”

There’s another question about how Marisha/Beau feels about the dodeca handoff, and both Liam and Marisha start laughing about how this entire TM episode is just going to be about the ramifications of Caleb’s decision. Liam: “No regrets,” but he understands there’s going to be a lot of fallout. They talk about how the ramifications will depend on how public the Krynn make their gift: will it be parades in the streets, a handshake and dismissal from a private room, etc? What if there was a Dairon-type spy in the room who’ll tell people they don’t want to know about their actions? They’re eager and afraid to see the fallout.

Brian points out everyone could see on Travis’s face he would rather have gone to jail, but further discussion is derailed by questions.

The group had discussed the possibility of handing off the dodecahedron in the past, but he hadn’t considered ever handing it off until the last sixty seconds when “everything was going to shit. It was more mathematical than anything. It felt a lot like Avantika. We’ve got a plan, the plan’s broken, but we can get away, no, we can’t get away, now this is changing--I don’t want someone outside our group to control the situation if I can act first, if I can punch first. Everyone’s trying to negotiate and it’s failing, I don’t want to give up this thing either, I don’t want to die, I don’t want to die, here’s--this.” Caleb wanted to save the group. He wouldn’t have taken the gamble even two minutes earlier. Then, suddenly as it began to work, he & Caleb began realizing that not only did it work, but it worked very well and now his brain had split into two: “oh, thank God, I care about these people, I can save them,” and “how do I use this to my advantage.”

Caleb was quiet through most of this episode because he really wanted to discuss several things in private with other group members--that’s what he was thinking about for most of this.

Dani points out everyone expected physical travel between this fight & the audience with the queen where there would be downtime to discuss things. None of them expected immediate teleportation.

If Beau had been in a position to stop Caleb from giving up the beacon, she would not have stopped him.

Beau was wincing as Nott & Jester asked questions they should have already known the answers to. Liam points out it’s the war room in Dr. Strangelove--only the most powerful people would have been there. Beau dislikes authority but doesn’t think she’s stupid enough to have gotten herself seen as an obvious traitor.

Everyone revels in Matt’s Caduceus impression.

GIF of the Week: Liam pulling the dodeca out of the haversack by Will D. Brian singsongs “Travis is tilted~, Travis is tilted, look at his face~” over the GIF playing. Haaaaaahaha, poor Travis.

Liam: “I think I’m just in the shithouse.” Marisha: “You blew the shit whistle.”

Brief hilarious aside where they discuss Tetanus Terry (ft. on Travis Willingham’s YeeHaw Game Ranch) & Caleb Widogast getting fully replaced by Terry as a backup character if he gets assassinated.

On a scale of 1-10, Beau is following Dairon’s advice to a 7. She’s trying not to get attached, not to die, to listen, to not get impatient, to not be biased. She’s probably going to get closer to people than Dairon would suggest, but thinks she’s trying pretty hard.

It wasn’t cathartic for Caleb to renounce the Empire like this. His parents were very pro-Empire, and now that he’s on this journey to atone for his parents’ deaths, he’s done exactly the last thing his parents ever, ever wanted him to do--walked into the heart of the enemy and gave them everything they wanted. (Brian, Liam, & Dani briefly rag on Tumblr still having faint life somewhere. “Female-presenting nipples” comes up. It’s funny and also very sad.)

Brian discusses how it’s a big moment, but it’s not a victory for the group. Caleb was just shooting for a short-term immediate solution. Marisha: “It feels like a sitcom bait-and-switch. Nah, it’s cool, guys, we’re gonna pretend to be waiters and we’ll sneak into the kitchen,” but then they sneak into the kitchen and the cook laughs that the sous-chef is out today, and “now we’re in over our heads!”

Brian reveals dramatically that last night he came out as a supporter of Liam for President of D&D Beyond. Liam: “Beneath all the chicanery & hair product, there is common sense."

Liam & Marisha talk about the difference between Nott/Caleb’s original first podunk jail and this potential maximum security prison.

Caleb imagined the BDSM straps over his shirt and coat. Apparently most of the fanart generated this week has failed to include them. 

Both Marisha & Liam VEHEMENTLY agree they hated not being able to be main parts of the Brightqueen talks. They also talk about how they both are far better at CHA than Nott & Jester, though they point out in fairness that Matt’s told them he always adjusts the social DCs based on the arguments they make.

As far as the slavery part of the disguise, Marisha: “Marisha has laughed at every piece of fanart. Beau was surprised. Beau’s gonna have a talk.” She (Beau) felt they had discussed the costumes, the pretense--but not the bullying & active degradation her group put her through. It was huge, an eye-opening moment for Beau in a way she (Beau & Marisha) absolutely did not expect. She never thought they would abuse their status over her in that way.

They discuss how on a meta sense, they all knew that the scene was just Travis and Laura trolling them and having fun at their expense, but at the same time it’s still happening in game and will have in-game consequences. Marisha: “It’s like at a party where your good friend starts getting a little too drunk and starts making fun of you a little too much--it’s a little too real.”

That said, one of Marisha’s favorite fanarts from this week was Beau (as a table) swearing under her breath at Jester with her feet up. It’s an interesting juxtaposition.

Fanart of the Week: The Brightqueen by Nikki Dawes.

Beau does not feel she’s betrayed anyone by being present at this event. She knows where her allegiances lie, so just because this happened doesn’t mean it’s changed anything about what she believes. That said, she has no love for the Empire. She’s very personal with whom she cares about. She doesn’t have as much obvious disdain as Caleb does--she’s just more indifferent.

Caleb has a high CHA that he just doesn’t use anymore, because the people he knew with high CHA that used it did so to do bad things. Liam thinks when Caleb was young he was very gifted, charming, and attracted people to him; now it’s all gone. He can hold it together like a sandcastle by the tide for an hour, but in the end it always washes away.

On Nott speaking for the group: Marisha always likes hearing Sam talk. In some ways Marisha felt it was the same thing she used to get for Keyleth-- "why are you talking? You shouldn’t be talking. You shouldn’t be the talker.” Everyone should have their own voice, regardless of the scores on the page. “Your stats are there to influence the effects of what happens; they’re not the Bible. They’re not law.” She reminds us Vex once entered an arm-wrestling contest with a strength of 7.

How does Beau feel now that Caleb’s made another huge decision without consulting the rest of the M9 (i.e. Bowlgate)? It’ll play out in game. It’s a big deal. Liam admits he loves it. “The whole point is conflict resolution, so you need conflict.” He loves things like this, like the Astrid letter, because it opens opportunities to explore characters. In some ways it’s the same thing: they were in an impossible situation and Caleb sees it as protecting his friends, but that’s not how it read to anyone else. Marisha points out that once again he made himself the authority to make this huge decision without discussing it with anyone else in the group.

Marisha and Liam start talking about the decision more, decide it should wait for the game, but then keep talking despite themselves. Marisha points out that on top of his (once-again) unilateral decision, his speech was also framed selfishly (”I did this thing, I brought this back to you,”). To her, it still feels like the same thing with Caleb deciding things with major consequences for the rest of the group without their input, though she admits it’s colored by their (Beau’s & Caleb’s) history. Liam talks about how in the moment he was scared of deception checks, so he just tried to be as truthful as possible--nothing he said was false because he was only speaking for himself. He could not have spoken for the group & still been truthful. It’s a really interesting dichotomous discussion, both of them talking about what they felt in the moment versus how it came across to everyone else.

Liam feels it’s more like seeing someone dying in front of them & wasting time discussing whether they should do CPR or not, rather than him making decisions for the whole group. Marisha’s face obviously disagrees (so do I, ahaha). Liam also thought they were going to continue the episode & talk more, which would have kept it from being as much about him. This is gonna be super interesting when it actually plays out, for sure.

Once again, no new CR this Thursday or TM next Tuesday. Most of the rest of the programming will stay the same. This Tuesday’s Mame Drop will feature Max James of CR production fame.

We end on this eldritch horror:

"Weuuuh, Caleb knows best! Caleb will make the decisions for all of us in this D&D game!”

Aaand we’re out. Stay turnt.

[lomlwintersoldier]

You Know Me {Part 3: Training}

Previous parts: | Part 1 | Part 2 |

Word Count: 1642

Warnings: sparring violence

A/N: Another part!! i was literally up until six writing the last couple parts, plus a possible smut drabble? Would you guys want that? lmk plsss

The next morning you’re up before the sun is. It’s still pitch black when you open your eyes and as soon as you do, a wave of fear washes over you at the thought of actually going on a mission to finally take down H.Y.D.R.A. You’re glad Sam ordered training sessions first.

H.Y.D.R.A. had been a creeping, insidious fear your whole life and a part of you was greatly overwhelmed by the fact that you were now so close to finally having a life free of them. Still, another, saner part of you, the one that had been trained by Natasha was calm, ready. You knew that this was the only way you could be free.

You’re about to head down to the training area in the clothes you’d brought with you but you saw that someone had left neatly folded athletic training gear for you. You pull them on, the tight black material adhering perfectly to your skin.

When you reach the gym, you see there’s only one other person there yet, sitting on the benches against the farthest wall. Bucky.

Swallowing your fear, you walk inside and head to the benches on the left, giving him a polite nod, which he returns with a purse of his lips. The two of you sit in uncomfortable silence as you wait for the other Avengers to show up. The clock ticks, the minutes going by until finally, he opens his mouth.

“They’re always late.” He mutters. It’s so quiet you almost don’t think he’s speaking to you, but his eyes flick to yours quickly, anxiously waiting for your response.

You let out a small relieved laugh, grateful that he’d said the first words.

“Are they?” You murmur as you lean back against the wall, your eyes meeting his again and he laughs once, running his right hand through his long, dark locks.

“Oh always. Can’t get a single one of ‘em out of bed. It’s a different era.” Bucky laughs quickly and your heart pangs for him. You knew what had happened to Steve Rogers and Tony Stark, and with Bucky essentially being Steve’s right arm….well it was probably hard for him to adjust.

“I-,” you start but the loud bang of the door swinging open interrupts you.

“Gooooood morning,” Scott mutters, yawning as he heads to the lockers. “You guys are up early.”

Bucky gives you an amused look, rolling his eyes at you and smiling as if the two of you now share a private joke. Your cheeks suddenly feel hot as you smile back at him, tucking your hair behind your ear.

They all begin to trickle in slowly, exchanging tired good mornings and stifled yawns as they talk amongst themselves. The only ones missing were Bruce and Rhodey. When everyone has arrived, Sam speaks up, striding to the middle of the wrestling mat.

“Alright, guys. Pair up, you know the drill. Whoever pins the other down first wins.”

You look around the room, seeing your candidates. Sam pairs with Bucky, Scott with Peter, and Clint with Wanda, leaving Valkyrie for you to spar.

She smirks at you. “Let’s see what you got.”

You crouch in your defensive stance, your eyes scanning her every movement as she mirrors your movements, ready to attack.

You decide to take the offensive and aim a right hook at her face which she evades, her fist coming back up to plant a blow to your stomach, but you block it. Not easily outdone, she slams her knee into your chest, causing a grunt of pain to escape your lips but you quickly recover, grabbing her arm to hoist yourself up onto her shoulders. Gripping her neck between your thighs, you slam her body down with your own weight, forcing her on one knee. A trick you’d learned from Natasha. You kick her other leg from behind, forcing her completely to the floor as you grip her arms behind her back, slowly pushing it further and further as she struggles against you.

Your hands are dangerously close to dislocating Valkyries shoulder but you continue to hold her down until her hand finally comes up to your arm, tapping you twice in defeat.

It takes you a moment to realize that the entire room has gone quiet and all eyes have turned to you and your fight with Valkyrie. Shocked faces look at you incredulously and you let Valkyrie go, standing as she rolls on her back.

You offer a hand, which she takes and you pull her up on her feet.

“Shit, girl.” Rhodey laughs in shock. “I’ve never seen anyone take Val out that easy.”

“That was good.” Valkyrie reaches her hand out for you to shake.

“You put up a good fight,” you tease. She playfully smacks you.

Peter takes you on next and you pin him down faster than you did Valkyrie, much to his dismay.

“I didn’t wanna hit a girl,” he exclaims as you release him, earning the laughter of everyone else.

Next was Scott, who was another easy take down, then Clint, who put up more of a fight and it took you much longer, with more injuries than the other three opponents you’d sparred. Your fighting style was so similar to Natasha’s that he seemed to be able to anticipate every one of your moves before you made them, much to your frustration, but you quickly gained the upper hand when you pull a few moves that Natasha hadn’t taught you. It ends with him on his back and your arm pressed against his throat. It was honestly the most fun you’d had in a long time.

“Alright, alright, I wanna fight you myself,” Sam announces. “Maybe I could take you down.”

“Oh, I hope you try,” you quip back, feeling a little more comfortable around them already as you trash talk each other.

Just then, a message from F.R.I.D.A.Y. blares through the hidden speakers, breaking everyone’s attention.

“King T’Challa has arrived and is requesting a meeting with Mr. Wilson. He says it is urgent,” her robotic voice says.

Sam’s jaw sets and he replies. “Alright. Tell him I’ll be there in five.”

The rest of the Avengers leave but Sam stops you and Bucky, pulling the two of you to the side.

“If this message is what I think it is, we’ll leave tonight. Dom, I think we know you can hold your own in a fight now so I trust you on this mission,” he says earnestly.

You and Bucky nod; Sam turns on his heel and leaves out the door, leaving you and Bucky alone.

You turn to him, looking up at his face. He was so much taller than you were now that you were standing so close, his muscular hulking figure just a few feet away. A few moments of silence pass between the two of you before he breaks it. Again.

“I guess we’ll spar next time then,” he says in a husky voice. You pause a moment before replying, enjoying his presence. He felt like a breath of fresh air to you in a strange way, someone so torn that his entire demeanor felt chaotic, confused. It felt familiar. Like you weren’t so alone in the world anymore.

“Looking forward to it, Bucky.” His name falls from your lips like a whisper, and you turn away from him, breaking the tension between the two of you and as you start down the hall, you release a breath you didn’t know you were holding.

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Later that night, all of the Avengers, save for Sam, are sitting in one of the many living rooms, drinking and talking and laughing together as you unwind from the day.

“You know, I really don’t think I did that bad against Dom,” Peter states, earning loud laughter from everyone in the room.

“Dude, if anyone knew what happened in the training room today, your career would be over, spiderman.” Scott teases, earning another round of laughs.

You smile, looking around the room. You’d been so afraid on the plane ride here but now they treated you like you belonged here; it was as though you’d proven yourself today.

Just then, Sam comes in, beckoning you and Bucky into the hallway, away from everyone else. You and Bucky glance at each other before you rise simultaneously, meeting Sam down the more private hall. He hands the both of you identical manila folders and you quickly open it. Photographs of past H.Y.D.R.A. agents are tucked in between neat but long profiles on each of them. You flip through the pages, scanning the information, before closing the folder and turning back to look to Sam. “These are agents we haven’t been able to find but have heard their names through coded messages. We plan on finding them in the next few days,” Sam states determinedly.

“We head out tonight. The quinjet will be ready soon.”

“Where are we headed?” Bucky asks gruffly as he continues to read through the folders. “Barcelona. There’s been some noise about possible H.Y.D.R.A. conspirators convening in that city. I’m willing to bet that at least a few of those people are these guys,” Sam replies, gesturing towards the folders. “I think it’s worth checking out.”

“I agree.” Bucky closes the folder and tucks it in between his arm and rib cage.

“Dom, we had a uniform sent over for you. Don’t worry, you’ll get a new personalized one soon, but this was all we could do on short notice.” Sam hands you a bundle of clothes, and you run your hands over the soft but sturdy material. “Thanks. I appreciate it.” You say gratefully. “Suit up. We head out in fifteen minutes.”

Part 4

Masterlist

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[moodyvalentinestories]

O Thomas Hunt, Wherefore Art Thou My Professor? | Chapter 9

Summary: It was the night of the Freshman Award Show... how will that go?

Notes: Oh God. Oh Gooooood. This one has quite a bit more Hunt in it. Is that a good thing, though?

Also, you can read this on AO3 if you prefer that.

As I walked up to the theatre, Simon right behind me, I couldn't help feeling nervous. I had every reason to be. I knew Hunt would be overly critical of our film -- because I'd worked on it. Sure, I was worried about my grade and all, but more than that, I was worried about Simon's. Even though he'd fucked up a bit when he didn't finish the script on time, he didn't deserve this. If Hunt was going to insist on giving us a bad grade, I would do everything in my power to fight it.

"You ready?" Simon asked. He was looking quite dapper in his suit and bowtie -- it was very different from his casual hipster attire.

I took a deep breath. "As ready as I can be."

He took my hand, squeezed it, and then pushed open the doors. We weren't the last to arrive, but there were already a lot of people there. I soon realised that it wasn't only our class -- there were professors, other students, and even people I had never seen on campus before.

"Fuck," I whispered under my breath. Yes, I wanted to be an actress. I knew things like this would be part of my life. But this... I'd just come here. I was just a college student, just starting out... it was a little too much. I let go of Simon's hand. "I'm... I'm gonna go outside for another minute. Get us some good seats, okay?"

I didn't let him answer before I stormed out. When I was finally outside again, I heard footsteps behind me. Thinking it was Simon, I spun around and snapped, "Didn't I tell you to get us some seats? I swear, I--" My words got caught in my throat once I realised it wasn't Simon at all.

"A little irritable tonight, are we?" the man in front of me said. Professor Hunt.

I swallowed hard. "Just... the nerves."

He raised an eyebrow. "I must say, you did not strike me as the type to get nervous."

"That's because you don't know me at all," I replied, rolling my eyes as I turned back around to walk away from him.

I didn't think he'd say any more, much less follow me, but that was exactly what he did. "You made it seem like you believed in what you created. Is that no longer true?"

"No, it is..."

I sat down on a bench while Hunt somewhat awkwardly stood in front of me. "Then you have no reason to be nervous. Get back inside before anyone notices--"

"I do have a reason! Just because I think I did a good job doesn't mean others will, too," I interrupted him.

He shook his head, scowling. "And now you care what the general public thinks? You truly manage to fall below my expectations every time."

Hunt had already turned away and was starting to walk back to the theatre when I, once again without thinking things through, jumped up and said, "I care about your opinion."

He stopped dead in his tracks. I could tell he hadn't expected me to say that. Once he was facing me again, he finally spoke. It was only a single word. "What?"

"I just mean... I need good grades if I don't want to get... expelled. And I... I can't have you, a member of the board, hate me," I stuttered.

He let out a low, humourless chuckle. "I do not hate you, Miss Fields," he said, taking a load off my mind... only to pile it back on seconds later. "You're far too irrelevant to me."

I felt like someone had punched me in the chest. Irrelevant. Somehow that was a thousand times worse. I just stood there, opening and closing my mouth with no words coming out. There was nothing I could say. No witty comeback. No sassy remark. Irrelevant.

Hunt was about to say something else, but I couldn't bear to hear it. I pushed past him and went back inside. I'd hoped a bit of fresh air would help me calm my nerves, but, of course, someone just had to come and ruin it. Fucking Hunt.

"Is everything all right?" Addison, who was standing by the entrance, asked me as I walked past her.

I quickly nodded, not wanting to talk about it, and looked for Simon. He was sitting in the second row with a bunch of other students from our class.

He, too, asked me if I was okay, which I told him I was. I didn't talk to anyone else after that. I just sat there, staring at nothing in particular, hoping this nightmare would be over soon. But it was far from it. The ceremony hadn't even begun yet. How would I possibly survive this night?

Not long after I'd sat down, Professor Hunt stepped on stage. I tried my best not to look away, but I couldn't help it. His words kept playing in my mind. You're far too irrelevant to me. Irrelevant. Irrelevant. 

I honestly didn't know why I cared so much. He was a great director, so what? There were a million others out there. Out of all of them, why was it his opinion that mattered to me the most? Just because he was the youngest director to ever win a stupid award? Just because he was talented in many different areas? It was idiotic, really. What should have been important was the fact that he said he didn't hate me. I shouldn't have cared about anything else.

I took a deep breath, straightened up and looked at the stage, watching him move around as he announced the first category. Oh, but I did care. With every second I watched him, I became angrier. By the time Hunt announced the script-fixer category, I was livid.

"And now... we see the last contestant of this category. Simon Ortega and Rachel Fields," Professor Hunt said and stepped aside

Simon and I walked onstage together. We'd carefully planned everything out beforehand. Who would talk when, what we would say... but at that point, I didn't give a shit anymore. Simon was on his way to the mic, but I got there faster and grabbed it.

"Remember how Professor Hunt said he wouldn't assign us a project for this so we wouldn't blame him if it turned out terrible?" I began and Simon immediately tried to take the mic from me. "Well, guess what, we had the displeasure of getting our assignment from him personally. Now, I am proud of what we made of it, but I'd just like to say--"

I couldn't finish. Hunt had come back to the centre of the stage and ripped the microphone right out of my hand. "That's quite enough, Miss Fields," he said to me, keeping one of his hands on the mic so the entire audience wouldn't hear. "What do you think you are doing? Are you trying to get expelled?"

I shrugged and Hunt just shook his head, disappointed. Then he handed the mic to Simon, who was clearly taken aback by the entire situation. He quickly composed himself, though.

"What Rachel was trying to say... it wasn't easy to turn the script we've been given into a good short film, but we're proud of the finished product. I hope you enjoy it, too."

Simon walked off the stage as the film started playing, and I was about to follow him when Hunt pulled me aside. He led me to a small office space, where he, as soon as he'd shut the door, started yelling at me.

"Are you completely out of your mind?"

Refusing to look at him, I just shrugged my shoulders.

"Did I not tell you not to embarrass me?"

"Why would I care if I embarrassed you?" I huffed. "Maybe you're irrelevant to me, too."

He sighed. "Is that what this is about?"

Once again, I shrugged.

"Miss Fields, that was not personal. You're simply a student. I have no reason to hate you. Strongly dislike you, especially after what just happened, yes. All I meant was that you should stop flattering yourself by thinking I care enough to hate you."

I rolled my eyes. "Whatever you say, Professor."

After a few seconds of silence, I looked up. Hunt was looking out of a window, seemingly deep in thought. I only just now realised that he hadn't turned on the lights when we came inside. The only source of light was the faint glimmer of the moon shining in through the window, illuminating Hunt's face.

It was then that I realised why I cared so much. Taking in his jawline, so sharp I was afraid it would cut me if I touched it, the depths of his eyes, the little creases on his forehead, the shape of his lips... it was exactly what I'd told myself wouldn't happen when I first saw him at that hearing. Exactly what I'd denied when Addison had asked me earlier today. I had developed a crush on my professor -- and out of all the professors it could have been, it just had to be Thomas fucking Hunt.

"I'm sorry," I whispered when he still hasn't said a word. He turned to look at me. I added, "I really fucked up, didn't I?"

I scanned his face as he looked at me, trying to figure out what he was thinking. Once again, I couldn't read him. His scowl hid everything. After what seemed like an eternity, he said, "It seems your film has ended. You should get back to your partner."

Before I could even say anything, he'd walked out the door. After gathering my thoughts, I followed him. He was right, the film had ended. When I entered the theatre hall again, I was met with applause. At least people had liked it. I looked at the stage, where Hunt was already standing again. And, all of a sudden, I realised that he hadn't even seen our film. How could he possibly take it into consideration when choosing a winner when he hadn't even seen it?

I made my way back to my seat, where an angry Simon was already waiting for me. I didn't want to face him but didn't have much of a choice. Damn it.

[squirenonny]

*takes a deep breath*

*screams for an hour*

(Season 5 thoughts under the cut)

Okay, so, this might be my favorite season yet–though some of that depends on season 6 continuing on the trajectory I think it’s taking. I just. There’s a million things to say, and a lot of them are really little details, but

Lance! So many good Lance moments this season! From him taking more of a leadership role, to him side-eyeing Lotor at every opportunity, to his conversation with Allura when he got his sword, to his conversation with Ryou at the end there, to his message home and how for once he couldn’t keep up a happy face when Hunk ribbed him about being a flirt. And then in the next shot Hunk and Coran were both hugging him. Augh, my heart!

(Also! Names for Lance’s siblings! !!!)

Hunk! Being a nerd! Team Punk reprogramming the sentry for Fun ™! Hunk and Pidge arguing over computer stuff! I’m very ready for a major Hunk-centric storyline, but the wholesome Hunk content this season was v satisfying

Saaaaaaaaammmmmmmmmm

The entirety of the first two episodes made me cry, tbh. I’m just so happy Sam is safe and that he’s headed home to tell everyone what’s happening. I’m ready for that Earth arc, Dreamworks. Let’s do this.

Also let’s do Lance and Hunk’s messages to their families (/their families’ reactions) as bonuses between seasons a la the paladin vlogs, y/y?

(Also on a personal note, Rolo, Nyma, and Beezer helping out the Holts in ep 1 gave me life!)

I don’t fucking trust Lotor for shit, and I was getting worried because I almost thought they were really making him a good guy, but then the last episode hit and Lotor symbolically murdered Altea again and I feel vindicated. Like, look, you’re free to have your own take on things, but as far as I’m concerned, Lotor is manipulating everyone, but especially Allura, and I was cringing through every one of their scenes. He’s up to something, and while he may not exactly want/need to take out Voltron atm, he certainly doesn’t value them above whatever his goals are. Shit’s gonna hit the fan sooner or later and it’s gonna be ugly. I’m ready for Allura to punch him in the face.

Keith’s mom! Ahh! I’m looking forward to more of her next season, but that episode was so gooooood. I call it, though. I so called it! From Kolivan’s whole, “Control your emotions” spiel to the fact that she has Keith’s hair (aww, so cute!) I’m just.

Now we just need to figure out how Acxa fits into all this, because why tf did she make a point of saving him, notably after he lost his face mask and she saw who he was?? I’m still 1000% more on board with Lotor’s generals getting a redemption arc than Lotor himself. Let’s give these ladies some love, am I right?

(Also weirdly I want a Haggar redemption arc now?? I didn’t want it before, but the more she remembers, the more I think she could actually go back to being Honerva without all the rift corruption shit. But also she’s going after the White Lion and I’m really worried what she’s going to do with it.)

Ryou

Okay, look, I’ve been on Team Clone Shiro since they named the experiment fucking “Operation Clone,” okay? I love my son Ryou, but he is a clone, and I’m worried about how much influence Haggar might have over him. 90% of what he’s done the last two-and-a-half seasons fits with either Shiro’s established personality or the fact that he’s recently been re-traumatized and is under a lot of pressure, but there are all these little things that raise red flags. Ordering Voltron to take a hit that very well could have killed them, back when Keith was still in Black; falling for the trap in the s4 finale despite Lance warning him to get out; going behind the team’s back to give Lotor the black bayard, which almost landed it back in Zarkon’s hands; going with Lotor to the coronation-thing without telling anyone, which almost got him and Lotor killed and almost lost them the Black Lion. You can justify any one of these things, but it’s turning into a pattern that’s dangerous–not only because of the risks he’s taking, but because he’s holding so much back from his friends–deliberately lying to them at times. The Voltron bond is a big deal, and if it keeps on like this I’m worried the team won’t be able to trust Ryou enough to form Voltron. The team is starting to call him on it now, and for good reason. Ryou’s getting passive-aggressive and straight-up ignoring the team in a way that just doesn’t fit with who we know Shiro is.

And just in case there was any question, we’ve now seen Haggar looking through his eyes the way she did with Narti, multiple times. AND when the team entered the Voltron bond-space, Shiro was the last to arrive, wasn’t fully there, and tried to warn Lance about something–and Ryou doesn’t have any memory of any of it. All I’m saying is, if Ryou isn’t a clone, then Haggar has for sure messed with Shiro’s head big time, to the point that Shiro and the person controlling the body are distinct entities. (I’m still riding this Clone Theory to the bitter end because, again, Operation Clone.)

Just, fuck. I love Ryou. I do. I don’t think he’s trying to hurt anyone, and I adored the scene between him and Lance. The fact that he’s suspicious of himself, that he’s worried enough about it to reach out to Lance, tells me that he isn’t an active spy. He’s a sleeper agent at worst and a clone-with-a-nanny-cam-and-a-migraine-that-makes-it-hard-to-think-straight at best, and while a heroic death to save the team is still a (terrifying) possibility, I have hope that Ryou is going to be a sympathetic character for as long as he’s around, and you have no idea how happy that makes me.

Now let’s just find Shiro and bring him home, too.

(Seriously, where is he? Either far away but still able to tap into the Voltron bond–unlikely, in my estimation. Or he’s stuck on the astral plane somewhere–probably the most likely. Or he’s fused with Voltron/the Black Lion somehow? Idk how that would work, but it’s a possibility?)

I’m probably skipping over a lot because so freaking much happened this season, but apckasm,ea’. Great season all around. Now we just need season 6 to give us the payoff we deserve. I want Keith kicking ass with his momma, Ryou figuring out what he is and going on a crusade to help Shiro, Hunk and Lance being their beautiful selves, Lotor betraying the team

And, oh, yeah. That D&D episode? (Flashback episode? Romelle episode??)

Whatever it was in the clip with the Allura lookalike with the bow.

[janethepegasus]

BMC Miraculous Ladybug AU RP Thing: At the Movies

An RP thing related to the BMC Miraculous Ladybug AU ( @pika-ace ) where our main seven Holders go through movies! Thanks to an akuma.

(The main seven run into the empty theater, the large screen showing static)

Leo: Oookay, a bit creepy...

Cyber: Where did that akuma go?

Owl: No clue, but stay alert if he ever comes out.

???: Hey! Didn't anyone teach you to be quiet during a movie?!

(They jump and look around for the akuma)

(They see him in the middle of the very back row of the theater, eating popcorn) Akuma: So rude...

Leo: Um, hate to break it to ya, but there IS no damn movie to watch! *gestures the large screen showing static*

Akuma: Well not yet; I'm planning a marathon in a sense! And you seven are gonna make it happen! (He snaps his fingers and the screen morphs, making two giant hands appear)

(The two hands grab them)

Akuma: *waves* Have fun; we hope you enjoy the movie!

(The two hands drag them into the screen)

(Everything goes white) (Eric stirs, having transformed back)

Eric: Wha.......where.....?

(He blinks and hears screaming around him; he finally focuses and sees that he's sitting in a lifeboat surrounded by others, being lowered into the water)

Eric: What the....?

(Eric looks around and then he looks up and sees Jordan staring down at him; it's then that he realizes they're both wearing different clothes; Jordan looks just as confused as he does as he looks around; the scene does look familiar)

Eric: Wait.....are we...?

(He takes in the flares, the screaming people and the giant boat, and can even hear faint music playing in his ears from a familiar soundtrack) Eric: Am I...? (He realizes he's on the Titanic, but he also realizes that he's on a lifeboat, and Jordan isn't) Eric: Oh...shit!! *he gets up and jumps from the lifeboat back onto the main ship*

Jordan: Wha-Eric?!

(Eric climbs onto the boat and starts running; up on the main deck, Jordan starts running too)

(The two of them keep running through the boat until they finally ran up to each other)

(They meet in the stairwell and hug tightly) Eric: Oh my god, Jordan!

Jordan: Oh god Eric! You scared the living hell out of me!

(They kiss briefly and hug again) Eric: I couldn't stay on that boat! Do you realize where we are?!

Jordan: *realizes* Oh shit, are we in the Titanic?!

Eric: Yes; thank god we watched it together a few weeks ago or I wouldn't have known to jump back on!

Jordan: Yeah, thank GOD!

Eric: I guess the akuma brought us into the movie! If I was on the lifeboat, then that must mean I'm Rose and your're Jack...oh god...

Jordan: Oh no....you don't mean...?

(Before he can answer Jordan looks up behind them and sees a man pointing a gun at them) Jordan: Oh shit...MOVE!! *he grabs Eric's hand and runs just missing the first gunshot*

(They run through the halls)

(They run downstairs, avoiding the gunshots) Jordan: Jesus, I forgot about the crazy fiance!! (They run until they reach a room that's slightly flooded and the man stops chasing them) Cal (the fiance): *yells as they run* I HOPE YOU ENJOY YOUR TIME TOGETHER!

Jordan: *to Eric* Ironically, we already are!

(They keep running until they reach a stairwell and catch their breath)

Jordan: Okay...what happens next? Eric: Um...I think it's... (they hear small screams for help; they look out into the hall that's starting to flood and see a small boy standing against the wall and crying)

Eric: Oh god...!

Jordan: C'mon! *they run down the hall and Jordan picks up the boy; the doors before them are moments away from bursting so they run the other way*

(They run towards the stairs and see that the stairs were being flooded)

Eric: Other way! (They run back the way they came when a man appears; he starts yelling in a foreign language and takes the boy from Jordan before going back towards the other door that's about to burst)

Jordan: No, wait! Come back!! *runs towards the man*

Eric: Not that way!!! (The doors creak and burst; the man and boy are swallowed by the water) Jordan: RUN!!

(Eric and Jordan as fast as they can to avoid the rush of water)

(They run through the halls until catches up with them, sweeping them off their feet and pushing them through the halls until they're stopped by a gate)

Eric: AH!

Jordan: *sees a stairwell* This way!! *takes Eric's hand and they pull themselves to the stairs*

(They run up the stairs)

(Unfortunately, there's another gate at the top) Eric: NO!! *they pound and pull at the gate*

(They keep pounding at the gate until it eventually opens)

(By then the water had risen and they hurry up the other stairs, getting drenched in the process) Jordan: Holy SHIT, they weren't kidding about the cold!!

Eric: Yeah, good LORD

(They keep climbing until there's no more water and make a break for the main deck) Jordan: Whoa whoa whoa hold up! *skids to a halt as they pass a room*

Eric: What?

(Jordan hurries in and picks up a lifejacket than someone dropped) Jordan: Lucky find! *gives it to Eric* This oughta even the odds a bit.

Eric: Yeah...

Eric: But...what about you? Jordan: This is the only one. *puts it on Eric*

Eric: Jordan, i know how this damn movie ends, i am NOT losing you Jordan!

Jordan: I do too, but I'm not taking any chances with you!

Eric: Jordan...

Jordan: *holds his face* It'll be okay. Who knows, maybe we can find another one for me. But right now we have to keep moving before this ship sinks

Eric: A-Alright...

(They hold hands and keep moving) (meanwhile, with Post...)

(He stirs, but he notices that he's now standing on all fours)

Post: Wait...wha....???

(He blinks and he finds himself climbing a long stair way on a long mountain)

Post: What the...? *he looks down and sees that he's a pony*

Post: Ooooooh my gooooood!! I'm a pony! 8Dc

(He takes in his appearance and his cutie mark) Post: This is so COOL!

(Then he can hear Rarity whining)

Post: *gasp* No...am I...? :Dc

Post: *realizes* I'm in....the MLP Movie!!! 8DDDDDD

(Post quickly runs to catch up with the Mane 6)

(He and the Mane 6 all climb up the stairs until they reached the gate to the Hippogriff kingdom)

(The kingdom is wrecked and empty)

(They all look around, trying to find a single sign a hippogriff is there) Applejack: Hello? Is anypony home?

Post: *softly* They're not here anymore...

(Pinkie hops around in random places, looking for Hippogriffs)

(Post slowly wanders towards the tunnel where the pond is, knowing what's coming already)

(He can hear echoes of someone singing)

Post: *softly* There's Princess Skystar... Twilight: What was that, Post?

Post: Oh! Um...nothing!

Post: Um, I just thought I heard something

Twilight: Oh! Did you? Where?

Post: In here, listen. (Twilight leans in and hears the singing)

Twilight: I hear it!

(She calls the others over and they venture into the cave)

(They slowly sneak near the source of the singing, where they see a silhouette of a mermaid-like creature behind a large flower in the middle of a pond)

(Pinkie makes a step crumble and the figure starts and jumps into the water)

Twilight: No wait! Come back!

(They all enter the water and the flower vanishes and starts draining the water)

(They get dragged into the water vortex)

(Post manages to take a large breath as he knew this was coming and waits anxiously for the bubbles as the Mane 6 slowly pass out around him)

Post: *internally* C’mon Skystar...! Save us...!

(Eventually the bubbles surround them, letting them breathe and Skystar appears)

Post: *internally* There She is! :D

(They go through the scene and Skystar leads them to the queen)

Skystar: Mom! Mom! Look what I found! :D

Queen: *sleepily* Is it another shell, because I swear if you *sees the ponies*

Post: Um....Hi!

Queen: Princess Skystar, what have you done?! You know surface dwellers are forbidden!

Queen: Guards! (Seapony guards swim up to them and point their spears at them)

(They all tense)

Post: *softly* Oh god... 0_0

Post: *internally* At least I know that this kinda ends well...

(Meanwhile with Jeremy and Michael)

(They both jerk awake and realize they're on a bus with a bunch of other students)

Jeremy: Wha?

Michael: Uhhhhh...I have no idea....

(They look around the bus)

Jeremy: Why the hell are we in here....?

(They look around and find they’re all wearing matching uniforms and the other kids are talking their decathlon)

Jeremy: Wait....are we?!

Michael: What? (Jeremy opens and dogs through his backpack and finds the spiderman outfit) Jeremy: *hushed* Holy shit we are!!!

Michael: *hushed* You mean.....we're in Spiderman: Homecoming?!

Jeremy: *hushed* Yeah!! And I’m spiderman!! :D

Michael: *hushed* That's so cool! Well, not as cool as being Leo King but still, awesome!!

Jeremy: So I guess that means we’re...oh shit...

Michael: Yep... 0_0

(They look out the window and see the Washington Monument coming up)

Jeremy: ......I'm gonna put on that suit eventually, aren't i? 0_0

Michael: Looks like it... O_O

(Eventually, they arrive at the Washington Monument)

Jeremy: Okay, I gotta stay outside or at least out of the elevator so I can do the thing...

Michael: Yeah

(Jeremy hangs back with Michelle, giving Michael’s hand a squeeze as he’s herded into the elevator with the others)

Jeremy: *internally* Hoo boy, you can do this Jeremy....once the scene starts, just do your thing, but....in a Spideman suit.

(He moves to a place where he can change when the time comes) Jeremy: It’ll be fine...it’ll be fine...

Jeremy: It's gonna be like being Leo King! B-But not really.....j-just calm yourself Jeremy......you got this.....you can do this!

(He sits and waits for the inevitable) (Meanwhile with Joe, he blinks and finds himself in a small but dark house)

Joe: Where.....am i....?

???: Daddy? (Joe turns and sees a little boy standing nearby)

Joe: Huh?

(The boy runs over and hugs his legs in fear) Boy: It’s coming Daddy! You let it in! Why did you let it in?!

Joe: Wh-What's coming? Dear child, what are you saying?

(The boy points and Joe turns to see the back door wide open, leading to a wall of black; there’s a scuttling noise and a tall figure with a long coat, a top hat, and long nails rolls in silently, stopping right in front of Joe and the boy)

(Joe tenses as he looked at the tall figure)

(His heart pounds as he instinctively pulls the boy closer; the figure then sharply extends its fingers and Joe gives into his fear, picking up the boy and running)

(He runs through the halls, holding the boy close to him)

(Joe runs upstairs and into an empty room, locking the door behind them)

(His heart pounds in fear as he holds the boy close)

Joe: *softly* I don’t recall ever seeing this movie...

(The boy softly cries)

Joe: *softy and shakily* Its alright...it’s alright... (He presses his back against the door, listening for any sign of the creature)

Joe: *internally* What.....the hell.....was that....THING?!

(Joe keeps the boy close when his eyes are drawn to the fireplace; he jumps as a top hat falls down the chimney and onto the floor)

(Joe tenses in fear)

(A coat falls next and he can hear the scuttling; he quickly turns and unlocks the door with shaky hands)

(His breathing picks up and he tries his best to unlock the door as fast as he can)

(He Eventually puts the boy down so he can use both hands and gets the door unlocked as a scratchy voice from the creature calls out) ???: Baba dook! Doooook! Dooooooooook!

Joe: *tenses in fear* Oh god....!

(A shadow comes out of the chimney just as Joe gets the door open; he takes the boy’s hand and runs)

(He runs through the halls as fast as he could, while still holding the child's hand)

Joe: We need to get out of this house...! (They run down the stairs and towards the front door, when the boy suddenly stops at the base of the stairs, slipping his hand out of Joe’s)

Joe: *looks at the child* What's wrong?

Boy: *scared* You can’t get rid of the Babadook... (He then falls back slightly, like he was pushed)

Joe: Child NO!

(The boy screams as an invisible force pulls him up the stairs and out of sight)

Joe: Oh god....!

(Joe runs up after him) (Meanwhile, with Lin...)

(Lin stirs awake)

Lin: The hell...? (He’s in some large field)

Lin: Where am i.....?

Lin: And why am I feeling some kind of deja vu?

(Suddenly, he hears a bull mooing)

Lin: *feels a puff of air on the back of his neck* Oh no...

(He slightly looks back and sees a bull standing behind him)

(Lin slowly gets up and looks at the bull) Lin: I am TOTALLY where I think I am aren’t I...?

(The bull huffs, getting ready to charge at him)

Lin: Whoa there, Uh...nice bull?

(The bull sticks out his horns and gets ready to charge)

Lin: ...Dammit! *he runs and the bull gives chase*

(Lin runs as fast as he can from the bull)

Lin: WHY DID I HAVE TO END UP IN THIS SCENE?!

(Meanwhile, Jordan and Eric are hand in hand, making their way to the back of the ship as the front tilts further into the water)

Jordan: Just hang on peach, we'll be there soon...

(As they run Eric gazes at all the people screaming and jumping into the cold water)

Eric: ....Don't tell we gotta jump to get out of this....?

Jordan: I say we stay outta that icy hell down there for as long as possible! (They get to the very back of the ship and latch onto the railing, Jordan putting Eric between his arms)

Jordan: Just hang on tight Peach!

(The boat keeps tilting up until it finally starts to slowly sink; Jordan and Eric climb onto the outside of the rail) Eric: Oh god! Jordan: This is it peach!

Jordan: We're gonna jump!

Jordan: Do not let go of my hand!

Eric: I won't!

(They wait until the water is about two feet below them and jump into the freezing water)

(They hit the water once they landed)

(The suction of the ship sinking tried to drag them down, making them kick for the surface, but at some point the current shoves Jordan’s hand away from Eric’s)

Eric: *internally* JORDAN!!

(Eric kicks madly and breaches the surface, finding himself among a sea of screaming passengers)

(Eric looks around, panicking as he looks for Jordan)

Eric: JORDAN!! JORDAN!! *he paddles around the people nearby*

Eric: JORDAN!!!

(He keeps looking when he swims past someone who promptly grabs onto him and shoves him under, using him as a means of staying afloat)

Eric: Wha?!

(Eric goes above and below the surface trying to fight off the person on him, all while screaming for Jordan)

Eric: JORDAN!! JORDAN, WHERE ARE YOU?!

???: GET THE FUCK OFF HIM!! (The man is punched off and Jordan hauls Eric back to the surface)

Eric: J-Jordan?!

Jordan: C’mon peach! *they start swimming away from the mass of people*

(They swim away from the mass amount of people in the water)

Eric: Wait...how are you swimming?! Jordan: Maybe it’s cause Jack can swim in the movie; honestly, I ain’t questioning it

Eric: .....Me neither.

(They keep paddling until they reach the dreaded piece of wood) Jordan: ......Well, you know the drill, peach; up you go.

(Eric gets up on the piece of wood)

Eric: C'mon. Jordan: What? Eric: We're going to make this work dammit, get up here with me!

Jordan: But Eric, Jack dies in this part!

Eric: I don't care! Nothing's stopping us from trying, just PLEASE get up here!

Jordan: *sighs* Alright, i trust you...

(Eric stays still and Jordan attempts to shimmy onto the wood)

(Eventually, Jordan gets on the wood)

Jordan: Well I'll be damned...they really COULD both fit on here...

Eric: Yeah!

(They both shiver madly as they realize just how cold they are) Jordan: So I guess now we just...hope we don't freeze to death...

Eric: Y-Yeah...good LORD this is cold!

(Jordan puts his arm around him) Jordan: A-At least...t-this way...b-both of us c-can m-make it...hopefully...

Eric: H-Hopefully...

Jordan: ...I-If w-w-we d-don't... Eric: D-Don't s-s-say that...! Jordan: I-If w-w-we d-don't...m-make it...I l-love y-you...

Eric: .....I-I love y-you too.....

(They stay as close as possible in a vain attempt to keep warm and their vision slowly goes white) ((That's just the screen spitting them out)) (Meanwhile with Jeremy, he's just heard the explosion from the monument)

Jeremy: Oh! That's my cue!

(Jeremy changes into the outfit, runs up, and starts climbing the monument as fast as he can)

Jeremy: W-Woah! This is so cool! I'm climbing up the wall! :D

Jeremy: *glances down* Oh god, don't look down, got it....

(He keeps climbing up the monument)

(He eventually reaches the top and starts trying to break through the window)

Jeremy: C'mon, BREAK!!

(Eventually a helicopter flies up) Jeremy: Oh yeah..guess it's time for that epic jump move

(He climbs all the way to the very top and watches as the helicopter flies higher)

(He then jumps over the copter, and swings from it, shooting him through the window, letting him web the top of the elevator just in time)

Jeremy: Okay, now i gonna do the thing!

(He ends up slipping and falling into the elevator (where Michael is) and quickly webs the top of the shaft and stops the elevator again) Jeremy: Whoa, that was close!!

Michael: Woo! We're saved! :D

Jeremy: Careful, don't move too much! *starts pulling the elevator up*

(Everyone stays completely still as Jeremy pulls the elevator up)

(They eventually reach the top and guards help get the people out) Jeremy: Hurry! *the roof of the elevator where he's standing starts to break*

(Eventually, almost everyone managed to get out, except for one)

(Michael is the last one and moves to get out, but the elevator roof breaks and starts to fall)

(Michael screams loudly as the elevator falls)

Jeremy: NO!! *he webs and it grabs Michael's wrist, pulling him out and leaving the elevator to fall*

Michael: Oh god....that was close.... 0_0

Jeremy: Yeah...holy crap... *he pulls Michael up to safety*

(Once he got up, he pulls Michael up and puts him where the guards and the others are)

Jeremy: Everyone okay?

(Everyone nods) Michael: Yeah....thanks dude

(Jeremy nods and then the web holding him up breaks, sending him down the shaft; meanwhile Michael feels lightheaded and both their visions go white)

(Meanwhile with Post)

(They've all been turned into sea ponies and Twilight has sent Pinkie to show Skystar a good time, but Post hangs back, knowing what Twilight is up to)

Post: You sure you want to do this Twilight? Queen Novo would be VERY mad if you took the pearl...

Twilight: It's the only way to- Post: To save Equestria, I know, but...what if it's not? If the others make friends with the other sea ponies maybe they'll help us willingly!

Post: But if you do this, we might lose their trust INSTANTLY. And we would have no power at all to save Equestria!

Twilight: *starting to get conflicted* But...But... Post: Twilight please...this isn't the way, and you know it...

Post: I know you went through a lot in this journey, and so far....land outside of Equestria wasn't the nicest to you and your friends. But.....the best thing we can do is gain the seaponies' trust.

Twilight: ............Oh Post, what have I become?! Look at me, I'm so low as to steal from innocent creatures!! Post: It's not your fault! You have a lot on your mind after all

Post: This is your chance to redeem yourself Twilight, if we gain the seaponies' trust, they would help us defeat the Storm King and his army! We could save Equestria if they were on our side!

Twilight: *slowly smiles* Celestia, what would I do without you, Post. *hugs him* Thank you

Post: *hugs back* You're welcome Twilight.....

(The seaponies and the Mane five and Spike come back) Novo: I think I might be able to help you.

Twilight: You will?

Novo: Yes; your friends showed me the better side of you; I think you're worth helping against someone like the Storm King.

Twilight: Oh thank you Queen Novo! We gladly appreciate your help!

(Post sighs in relief and then starts to feel lightheaded)

(Then his vision starts to go white)

(Meanwhile with Lin...)

(He's still running away from the bull)

Lin: GOD WHY ME?! *he sees a fence coming into view*

Lin: Oh! That's probably my chance to shake this guy off my trail! Let's just hope i don't fail!

(He runs and manages to parkour over the fence and the bull stops)

Lin: Haha!! Can't get me now toro! >:)

(Lin sighs in relief and sits on the ground to catch his breath, and starts feeling light headed)

(Then his vision starts to go white) (Meanwhile with Joe)

(Joe runs up the stairs and into the master bedroom where he sees the boy being pulled up against the wall)

Joe: Oh my god...!

(Joe runs up and grabs the boy and brings him to the bed where he covers him with his body; the bed starts to shake and a giant shadow appears  at the back of the room)

(Joe keeps the boy close as the shadow appears)

(The shadow roars and growls; the child whimpers in fear and Joe finally gets up to face it)

Joe: *internally* I will not be afraid of this monster...! I won't let that THING touch that child ever again!

Joe: *to the shadow* I'm NOT going to run from you!! And if you lay a hand on this child I won't show any mercy!

(The shadow growls at him)

(A strong wind starts to blow and tries to suck the child into the shadow, but Joe grabs onto him before he can fly away and pulls him close)

Joe: *growls* No one, no matter if they are man or monster, shall NOT touch or harm ANY of my children! And you are NOT hurting this child!!

(The shadow roars) Joe: LEAVE! LEAVE AND NEVER COME BACK!! (The shadow roars but then slowly begins to die down and become silent; it then lets out a pitiful whine and vanishes out the door in fright)

Boy: Daddy.....!

Joe: It's alright, son...it's alright now... *he sits suddenly, starting to feel light headed*

(Then his vision started to go white)

(meanwhile, the akuma stands up in anger as the screen spits out all seven of the holders, all of them toppling out and onto the ground)

Akuma: You ruined my movies!! >:(

(Jeremy and Michael get up and shake the dizziness away, along with Lin, Joe, and Post; Eric and Jordan however, stay on the ground, still hugging each other close and shivering as they're still drenched from all that time in the freezing ocean)

Post: Oww....

Lin: Oh man...that was rough...

Michael: Yeah....

Joe: *sees Eric and Jordan* Are you two alright? (Jordan and Eric shiver, their teeth chattering; their skin is pale and their lips are blue, and they're both soaked to the skin)

Jeremy: Dad...? Michael: You okay dad?

Eric: J-J-Jeremy...? I-Is t-t-that...a-are w-we...? (Joe goes up and touches them) Joe: Good god, you're freezing! What happened to you?!

Jordan: T-T-T-Titanic....

Michael: You guys were in the Titanic movie?! Lin: And you both LIVED?!

Eric: Y-Y-Yeah...

Akuma: You RUINED it!! The furry one was supposed to DIE!! How DARE you exploit that film's plot hole and both live!!

Michael: Hey! It's better to FIX that damn plot hole than leave it open!

Jeremy: Yeah, and as cool as it was being Spiderman in there, now we gotta kick your teeth in. Joe: *to Eric and Jordan* You two stay here and try to warm up. We'll finish this.

(Jordan and Eric nod)

(The five transform and jump on the akuma while Eric and Jordan continue shivering on the floor)

(The five holders fight against the akuma)

(They eventually find the akuma and break it, letting the bird fly out)

Leo: Alright, who's gonna do the thing?

Dasher: I will; this asshole chased me with a bull!

Hound: Go for it Linny!

(Dasher grabs the bird and purifies it)

(After the dove flew away, they all approach Jordan and Eric)

Leo: How you doing, Dad?

Eric: *shivers a little bit* S-S-Still c-c-cold....

Owl: We need to get them back home and warm, quickly

Leo: Right!

(Owl and Dasher pick them up and they hurry out of the theater and back to Eric and Jordan's apartment where they promptly wrap them in blankets)

Dasher: You stay warm Tank.

Jordan: T-T-Thanks...S-Speedy... (Leo and Hound change back and crawl between them) Michael: We'll help warm ya up

Jeremy: Yeah

Eric: T-Thanks...boys... (They cuddle up together) Michael: Sooooo...what was it like being on the ACTUAL Titanic? :3c

Jordan: H-Hell on i-ice...

Eric: And t-t-terrifying...

Jeremy: Yeah, well at least the BOTH of you made it out safely!

Eric: Y-Yeah t-thank god... Michael: Although, you guys as Jack and Rose in that movie...it's sad as HELL but pretty cute. :3c

Jeremy: Yep! Plus, it's kinda fitting you two were Jack and Rose! :3c

Jeremy: One of you is a lost soul and the other saves him; that's basically you two in a nutshell

(Jordan and Eric blush)

Michael: But yeah, I like the ending you guys made better, you know, with you both living

Eric: ....I-I wasn't g-gonna let J-Jordan die on m-me......i j-just....won't l-let it h-happen.....

Jordan: S-Same...

(They all cuddle together, keeping Eric and Jordan warm)

[pendulumprince]

PRAISE THE LORD, IT’S EPISODE 43

Our boys have vanished….

But the Tower is still there??

IT’S ALL UP TO FROG AND PIGEON NOW

Anyway, after the opening,

SHOICHI LOOKS LIKE HE’S ABOUT TO PASS OUT

But okay, Yusaku walks out of their Link Vrains closet

Promptly falls to his knees

I know baby, it’s been a long day

According to Ai, the impact logged them out

Shoichi can’t believe Kogami was too smug to die

Yusaku and Shoichi conclude that Rev must have logged out, same as Yusaku

But, once again, the Tower remains

“Yusaku! If it’s completed, me and my friends will be erased! Log in again—-”

Omg. Ai thinks of them as his friends.

Well I guess he’s used to liking people who hate him lol

But Yusaku reminds him that only Rev can stop the Tower

“OOOOH MYYYY GOOOOOOD”

YUSAKU TELLS SHOICHI TO REVV UP THAT ENGINE

IT’S TIME TO TRACK REV DOWN IRL

SHOICHI IS SHOOKETH, BUT COMPLIES

On the way there, Yusaku tells them about Rev’s Stardust Road line

Shoichi explains the name again

And! Flashback to episode 21!

LOOKS LIKE THAT RECAP EP WAS GOOD FOR SOMETHING

Yeah… yeah, they’ve figured it out

Back to the present!

“Him? Revolver was right before our eyes!”

AND HE WAS ONE OF SHOICHI’S BEST CUSTOMERS

Yusaku, Shoichi and Ai make it to Rev’s place

Where, inside…

Ryoken is holding his dead father’s hand.

“Father…”

Yeah, he’s still flatlined

Holy shit, dude actually died

Welp, adios! *massive, world-ending shrug*

And…. Yusaku and Shoichi come strolling up behind him

Love how my criminal boys deadass broke into his apartment lmao

Ryoken picks up that someone’s behind him…

“You’re Revolver.”

“Playmaker… so you found this place. Yusaku Fujiki. And Jin Kusanagi’s brother, Shoichi Kusanagi.”

AI REMINDS RYOKEN THAT HE ALSO EXISTS

“Ignis…”

“So you knew about us.”

“I’m Ryoken Kogami.”

Shoichi figures he’s Kogami’s son, asks if the old bastard is still alive

“My father just passed away. To protect me.”

“That’s Dr. Kogami?”

Yes it is, Shoichi. Feel free to stomp on his corpse.

Shoichi continues, “damn! The culprit was nearby, but I couldn’t do anything!”

Yusaku wants Ryoken to spill the beans

They’re just after the truth, and he should know it, right?

“It’s true that you should know everything…”

“You said the Lost incident was to create the ignis. But why would you have to go this far?”

AHHHHHH IT’S HAPPENING

“My father didn’t create the inis to cause chaos in the world. To oppose the danger facing humanity, my father’s goal was to create humanity’s successor.”

Ai (of all people) asks what he means by that. “Humanity’s successor?”

“No matter how much we evolve… unexpected phenomena always threaten us with extinction. And even if they don’t occur, a human’s life always ends in death. My father often talked about that. But as long as human minds are trapped in flesh suited for Earth’s environment… that danger cannot be avoided.”

My guy. Death is a part of life.

Ryoken continues, “so my father entrusted his dreams to AI because they’re not trapped in flesh. AI with free will. He believed they were the legitimate successor to humans. My father was obsessed with this idea. To gather data for the basis of his idea, he and three assistants caused The Lost Incident.

“He kidnapped six children and forced them to duel. My father believed duels were the best way for AI to understand humans. I was young then, and I watched you.”

Ryoken.

Ryoken.

Are you saying what I think you’re saying?

He continues, “but I was eight years old. I couldn’t fully comprehend what was happening. I thought something scary might be going on, but I couldn’t ask my father. I wanted to believe my father was doing valuable research. But the children’s screams tore at my chest.”

FLASHBACK TO BABY RYOKEN CRYING IN THE DARK

He goes on, “crushed by feelings of guilt, I reported The Lost Incident.”

RIGHT ON, RYOKEN WAS THE WHISTLEBLOWER

Back to the present, Yusaku says “an anonymous report uncovered The Lost Incident. That was you, Revolver?”

“I quickly regretted saving you” Holy shit.

“What do you mean?”

“You were saved, but… when SOL Technologies covered up the incident, my father was imprisoned. I was alone for three years, waiting for my father to come hime. And my father came home. Fearing the incident would come to light… SOL Technologies infected him with a virus and put him in a coma.

“But with the help of three Knights, I resurrected my father in the network. And I asked him what happened…”

OH SHIT, IT’S ABOUT TO GO DOWN

Ryoken continues, “While my father was imprisoned, he completed a great experiment. Using samples from six people, he created the ignis—six AI with free will. The ignis created the Cyberse World, their own space instead the network where no humans could reach. That’s where they created your Cyberse cards. And in Cyberse World, they created network super matter called Data Material. Humans couldn’t comprehend it’s makeup.

“Data processing became thousands of times faster. When they converge, it forms the Data Storm. SOL Technologies monopolized Data Material. By including it in their network system, they made huge profits. But my father began to feel anxious about his research. Using the ignis’s Data Material, he created a super computer to analyze and predict the ignis’s growth.”

Back to the present!

Yusaku says, “so the ignites growth had the possibility to surpass the professor’s expectations.”

“Exactly. Snd the result was surprising.”

AI WANTS TO KNOW WHAT IT WAS

Flashback to Kogami and Rev!

“The end of humanity.”

Rev is taken aback. “End of humanity??”

“The inis will develop rapidly and erase humanity in the process.”

“No way…”

“I didn’t believe it at first. I believed that ignis would grow and help people and lengthen our lives. But after running several billion (?!) simulations, the answer is always the same.”

“Why would that happen? Is there a problem with the ignis program?”

“There’s no problem with the ignis. There’s a problem with humans.”

“What do you mean?”

“AI will start to supervise humans. That will lead people to view AIs as the enemy. By repeatedly being selfish for thousands of years, humans now rile over all life forms. We won’t hand over this spot to AIs. Just like how humans view AI as the enemy, AIs will humans as the enemy. I created humanity’s enemy with these hands.”

And those are also the hands you tourtured six children with, sold out to SOL with, stare at when you’ve run out of things to say, ect

“Does SOL Technologies know about this?”

“They do. But they infected me with a computer virus.”

“No way…”

“Revolver, my mission is clear.”

“To go after SOL Technologies—“

“You fool! That can be dealt with later! Right now, we must do whatever it takes to kill the ignis!”

Back to the present!

“He formed the Knights of Hanoi and raised the Cyberse World. But that ignis hid the Cyberse World and escaped.”

Yusaku figures those were the memories he managed to get out of Ai in episode 3.

“We kept searching for that ignis to find the Cyberse World. But when you appeared, our plan ended in failure. The rest you know. To accomplish our goal, we carried out our final plan—the Tower of Hanoi.”

Shoichi. Is. PISSED. “Unbelievable… this all started because of Dr. Kogami’s crazy plan ten years ago!”

Meanwhile, Ai is bugging out. “I’m not human’s enemy! D:”

“I don’t trust AIs that lie.”

“Dr. Kogami’s conclusion is only based on simulations. There’s no proof that it’s true!”

*cries deeply* look at my angry protagonist defending his wily AI partner

Yusaku goes on, “we’ve been manipulated by an illusion from ten years ago. We don’t need to be anymore! In order to walk a new path, stop the Tower of Hanoi, Revolver!”

“New path?”

“That’s right. Back then, you showed me a new path.”

“Hey you. Think about three things.”

WELP. RYOKEN=YUSAKU’S SPECIAL PERSON, CONFIRMED.

Back to the present!

“That was your voice.”

“When I heard you talk about three things… that’s when I knew who you were.”

“I kept wanting to save you. That the Knights of Hanoi still had you. These thoughts clung to my soul. When I battled you… your words encouraged me.”

“How ironic. I’m your enemy, but I gave you strength >:)”

“Stop the Tower of Hanoi, Revolver!”

“You have the wrong idea about me. I’m not a good person.”

Yes you are, you stupid bitch

Ai jumps in. “There’s no time to waste! The sixth level is almost complete! If that happens, me and my friends and the network will be erased! Bring him to Link Vrains, even by force—”

“Don’t worry about that, I’ll soon return to Link Vrains. My friends are waiting for me there. Friends that helped because they believed in my father. And believed in me. Playmaker! If you want to stop the Tower of Hanoi, there’s only one way. By defeating me!”

“We really have to fight…?”

“Don’t annoy me.”

“Fine. This is out real final duel.”

“Yusaku…”

“Kusanagi, I’m going.”

“You better come back, Yusaku.”

“Yeah.”

ALRIGHT, RYOKEN’S GOT THAT DUEL DISK OUT

AND THE BOYS GO INTO THE VRAINS

BAAAAAACK IN LINK VRAINS

FROG AND PIGEON ARE WORKING HARD TO STOP THE TOWER

THEY ARE THE TRUE UNSUNG HEROES OF THIS SERIES

WHEN SUDDENLY! REV AND PLAYMAKER SHOW UP AND INTERRUPT THEIR GALLANT EFFORTS

SO THEY FIGURE THEY MAY AS WELL RECORD WHAT’S GOING ON INSTEAD

Rev wants to enjoy this duel…

MASTER DUEL TIME

BACK IN THE REAL WORLD, SHOICHI RUNS BACK TO THE HOTDOG TRUCK

IN LINK VRAINS, REV AND PLAYMAKER ARE ABOUT TO THROW DOWN

REV TAKES FIRST TURN

PLAYS A SPELL

SPECIAL SUMMONS TWO MONSTERS AT 2300 AND 1700 ATK

NORMAL SUMMONS A THIRD

ACTIVATES AN EFFECT

LINKS THOSE BITCHES TOGETHER

SUMMONS A LINK THREE MONSTER AT 1000 ATK

HE DRAWS AGAIN!

MAKES SOME WEIRD COMPLEX MOVE INVOLVING THE GRAVEYARD THAT I just don’t feel like explaining

FLIPS OVER THREE CARDS

SHOWS ONE TO PLAYMAKER

IT’S MIRROR FORCE!

HE SETS IT FACEDOWN

ENDS HIS TURN

… okay so whatever weird play he made left his field empty

He literally only has mirror force

But! I don’t trust this shit

PLAYMAKER TAKES HIS TURN

SPECIAL SUMMONS LINKSLAYER AT 2000 ATK

HE ACTIVATES LINKSLAYERS EFFECT

DISCARDS ONE CARD FROM HIS HAND TO DESTROY MIRROR FORCE

REV IS SO AMUSED. “I WAS WAITING FOR THIS!”

IT! WASN’T MIRROR FORCE??

THE CARD REMAINS UNEFFECTED

NOW HE’S SETTING MIRROR FORCE

UGH WHAT AN ANNOYING ASS BITCH

W/E, PLAYMAKER SUMMONS A 1800 ATK MONSTER

ADDS ANOTHER MONSTER TO HUS HAND

ACTIVATES IT’S EFFECT TO SPECIAL SUMMON IT AT 100 DEF

USES TWO OF HIS MONSTERS TO LINK SUMMON A LINK 2 1000 ATK MONSTER

DRAWS ANOTHER CARD

LINK SUMMONS AGAIN

IT’S!! EXCODE TALKER!!!

BLOCKS OFF REV’S MONSTER’S ZONE VIA EFFECT

PLAYMAKER HAS EXCODE ATTACK DIRECTLY

REV ACTIVATES MIRROR FORCE!

EXOCDE IS OUT, BUT PLAYMAKER ACTIVATES AN EFFECT!

SPECIAL SUMMONS A 1000 ATK MONSTER

PLAYMAKER HAS IT ATTACK DIRECTLY

REV IS DOWN TO 3000 LP

PLAYMAKER SETS A FACEDOWN, ENDS HIS TURN!

AND IT’S A WRAP!

PREVIEW TIME!

REV AND PLAYMAKER KEEP DUKING IT OUT

“Stop the Tower of Hanoi from completion. Save the ones who supported him… ironically, the two goals contradict. Even after ten years, Yusaku and Ryoken are chained by the past. They’re imprisoned by destiny.”

My, how dramatic

Okay, another dueling episode! I wonder if they’ll lose any limbs this time?

[deathlyhogwarts]

Draco Malfoy x Reader

Request: You’re probably busy, so no rush, but ohhh my gooooood is there any way you could continue that Draco Drabble? 40 and 21, I believe? Only because you had me hooked and now I want to know more 😱

A/N: a lot of you have asked for part two, so here you go! (after a long time. soz, i just love procrasinating) xx!! you can find part 1 here . also, hope it lived up to your expectations!

It’s been a week. A week since you and Draco broke up (though it wasn’t an official break up) and it was an understatement to say that you were sad. You were devastated, because as corny as it sounds, you truly cared about Draco and believed you were starting to fall in love with him, which apparently, was your greatest mistake.

He hasn’t tried reaching out to you, he thought it was the best to keep distance until he got his emotions in the right place, to figure out whether what he was feeling for you was real and strong enough to try and ask you for another chance. He was tired, really tired, he has spent nights thinking about it, barely sleeping, but what pained him most was seeing you, heart broken. He’d notice the dark circles around your eyes when you’d show up to eat, ー when you’d show up to eat, because the first days you wouldn’t even do that ー he’d notice your eyes red and he just knew you had been crying. And it was his fault. And it made him feel horrible, because as much of an asshole he was to other people, he never wanted to be an asshole to you. He didn’t know why he was doing what he was doing, he just simply didn’t know what commitment was, he never had a serious relationship before and he knew very well that wasn’t an excuse to be a douche. If he came to you with this excuse, he’d have been slapped physically, too. Emotionally, he had already been slapped; the fact that you broke up with him made him feel sad and he didn’t understand that at first. If he did have feelings for you, then why in the world was he looking at other girls?

Draco’s mind was a very strange place, probably that’s why he was an asshole, because he didn’t think much; because he was afraid of his own mind and the dark things that were lying in there.

With that being said, one day, however, he realised what a great mistake he had made when he saw you with someone else.

It was Saturday and you were in the library, reading. Draco, totally randomly, was in the library too, writing an essay he had due Monday. He didn’t know you were in the library, though.

As you were reading, a guy approached you, sitting in the chair next to you and starting talking a bit louder than you should in a library, causing Madam Pince to shush you two up. That caught Draco’s attention, looking up from his paper to see who was upsetting the librarian (just out of curiosity, he was completely bored, so anything was a distraction) and saw you. His heart skipped a beat at the sight of you, but then he saw another person next to you, hugging you and talking to you. He frowned, suddenly feeling like he wanted to punch that guy in the face. Were they friends? Obviously, they were more than that as they were sitting so close to each other and hugging. Did she move on that quickly? He wouldn’t blame her, he was horrible with her, but something about you being with anyone else made Draco’s heart sink. A week ago he was hugging you, he was kissing you, he was your boyfriend. Now, you two wouldn’t even talk.

But if he didn’t have strong feelings for you, would he be this jealous? Was it because he wanted all the girls for himself? Clearly not, he wasn’t that obnoxious. But the sight of you with another guy, made him really realise what he lost.

And it was time he got you back. Or, at least, tried.

During class, he kept glancing at you while you tried to do your potion, you tried to do it perfect. He smiled at how you sighed dramatically and pouted everytime you got it wrong; she was really cute, Draco thought.

After Potions ended, Draco gathered his things as quickly as possible; he wanted to talk to you, finally, when he realised that what he was feeling was real. He was really nervous, he knew you were probably starting a thing with that guy, so he didn’t get his hopes up, he just wanted to say something, anything. He wanted to prove he wasn’t the guy you thought he was ー a cheater, a liar ー although, he wasn’t sure he had any proof at all.

“Y/N?” he asked really quietly, while everyone else was exiting the class room. He thought you didn’t hear him, he barely heard himself, but you did. You froze, halfway through putting everything in your bag. You froze when hearing his voice.

You took a deep breath and turned around. “Yes?”

Draco was taken aback. It was the first time in a week he had looked directly into your eyes; they were cold and held sadness, sadness caused by him. Guilt took over Draco. And your tone, it was like you were talking to a stranger, even though it was just a simple ‘yes’. He was used with hearing your warm voice. “Could we, er, talk?” He tried so hard to keep eye contact with you, but as much as he tried he couldn’t. If he would, he would start crying right here.

You looked at him hesitantly, but sighed. “Yeah.”

He opened his mouth to say something, but he didn’t know how exactly to start. Why didn’t he think about what he was going to say? He was so determined to talk to her and convince her to give him another chance, but he ever thought about what he was going to say. Clever.

“Well?” you asked, impatiently. Deep down, you wanted him to say something that could make you forgive him. But was there something that could make you forgive him?

“I’m sorry,” he started, gulping. “I know it’s not a good way to start and you’re probably gonna roll your eyes, b-but please, could you listen to me for a bit?” He frowned, looking into your eyes.

Your face softened, but not enough for him to notice. You sighed. You missed him so much, you wanted to hug him right now. But it wouldn’t be right. He did wrong, not you. You nodded, waiting for him to speak.

“I know I hurt you, I know and I feel like a shit bag for that. You had every right to break up with me, yell at me or even punch me because I know emotional pain doesn’t even compare with physical pain,” he said, running a hand through his platinum hair. “But I just want you to know that… I care about you, I always had, and I know it didn’t seem like it and I feel really bad for only realising how much I do only after we broke up.” He paused for a few seconds, then continued.

“This week I have realised a lot of things, how I really feel about you and I love you, Y/N, I really do.” He looked at you to see any kind of emotion, but your face was emotionless. “And I don’t have any explanation as to why I did what I did throughout our relationship, but I’m sorry, I really am. I know that doesn’t make any difference, butー”

“It does,” you interrupted him. “It does make a difference, because at least now I know you’re not a heartless asshole,” you said, wanting to smile, but kept it.

He smiled for a few seconds, then it disappeared. “I completely understand if you go out with someone else, I am not entitled as your boyfriend anymore, but I just want you to know that I still care for you.”

“Well, you’re lucky I’m not going out with anyone, then,” you said, rolling your eyes.

“What do you mean? I saw you in the library, with that guy…” he trailed off, looking at you.

You frowned, then you understood what he was talking about. “Oh, that guy. That’s my best friend’s boyfriend, not mine. Do you seriously think I’d move on that easily? I still love you, as hard it is to admit, but that doesn’t change anythingー” you stopped yourself from talking, when Draco gulped and his eyes watered.

“I understand,” he whispered, looking at the ground. His voice was trembling, tears pricking at his eyes, wanting to roll down his pale cheeks. “I just wanted to let you know that the relationship wasn’t one sided, I still have feelings for you and I’m really sorry I hurt you. If I could take your pain I would, believe me.”

He stood there, staring at the ground, with tears filling his eyes. Was he telling the truth? Of course he was, he was crying, for goodness’ sake! He wouldn’t have even bothered to tell you all this if it wasn’t true. You sighed deeply. You hoped you wouldn’t regret this. “Draco?” you whispered.

He looked into your eyes. He could barely see you through his tears. You frowned; you hated seeing him like this. “I forgive you.”

He blinked, the tears rolled down his cheeks and he looked at you in wonder. “You… do?” he askes confused.

You nodded, closing your eyes. “Yeah, I do. But,” you added, “it still hurts. I know you want a second chance, I want to give it to you, but I don’t wanna get hurt anymore,” you whispered, now your turn to look at the ground.

“No, no! I promise, Y/N, it won’t be like that, not anymore. I love you,” he promised, a bit desperately. He took a step closer, lifting your chin with his finger so you’ll look him in the eyes. “I love you. It’s only you.”

You smiled sadly. “I love you, too, Draco.”

He leaned in and pressed his lips onto yours, kissing you gently. For you, it was like a kiss after months of being apart, but for him it was like something new. Was this how it felt to really love someone? Because if it was, he wanted to hold on to this as much as he could.

[celebistar]

@a-rumbly-in-my-tumbly​ said if we're interested we can and I'm shirking work (when am I not lol) so yay? Idk who to tag, honestly I feel that creates a negative atmosphere b/c then the people who aren't tagged are like wtf. So feel free to do if you like talking about about yourself!

What’s your age? A lot older than most people probably think I am; I have mentioned it here and there casually, but as of this post, I'm 27.

What’s your current job? I am a UX (user experience) researcher, but with an emphasis on data privacy/security in the future. I also do UI/UX design sometimes, though I am not terribly great at it. Some of my work also goes into data science territory. 

To those outside the field it probably sounds super boring and technical, but I've discovered that I actually enjoy doing research and I'm pretty good at it. Also, my boss is really cool and let me deck out my office with all my otaku stuff (he himself actually spent his middle school years in Japan so he's bilingual, and has a fondness for the 80s era shounen shows, like Fist of the North Star)

What are you talented at? Hmm, well drawing fanart/writing fanfiction? I dunno if that's really a talent or a hobby considering only a small handful of people only actually give me feedback so *shrugs* I would probably put writing a bit higher than drawing though. Other than that, I've been told I can bake uncannily well; several of my classmates in college commented that they would legit shell out money for my baked goods...

What is a big goal you are working toward (or have already achieved)? Material-wise? Publish my own anthology did that twice already (woo hoo), next up maybe making a cosplay photo book?? Perhaps going to Comiket one day WITH cosplay... also I connected with the Hisa-works cluster in Japan and I got the chance to meet several of them in Japan and now we're friends and it's awesome. Also meeting Masato Hisa sensei for the autograph session and events for the last Nobunagun volume...that definitely ranks up there as a 'once in a lifetime chance'.

Philosophical-wise, it's probably to learn to be kinder to myself and love myself more; I think it's only been recently have I really been aware of my own thoughts and personality type, and I know that often I freak out over the smallest things and stress when I really don't need to. So, I'm working on that...

What’s your aesthetic? When I was in high school/college it was like Japanese goth/punk (yeah, Hot Topic and all that...) Then I was briefly into lolita for a bit, since my sister got really into it, and I used to twin with her (either ouji or goth), but nowadays I honestly can't be bothered to dress up beyond a (decent) t-shirt and fitted jeans. If it's cold, I'll likely be wearing some sort of practical outwear like The North Face and a scarf. Basically, I'm practical. Like, really, that's it. Of course part of it is that I work in the super-casual Silicon Valley and tbh nobody gives a shit what you wear so long as you can do your work.

If I have to go to a fancy meeting with a client (especially the government), then I'll usually wear dress pants with a nice top and blazer jacket. You will almost never catch me in skirts/dresses unless it's a special occasion (and even then not guaranteed). Also 75% of my wardrobe is black.

Do you collect anything? Oh god...I always joke that I am a hoe for Miku Hatsune, but it's true. I literally collect like every single nice PVC scale figure that comes out...okay, not that many, but quite a few. For example, I have every single Racing Miku except for the very first one (which I seriously might get just to complete it) and so far most of the Snow Miku nendroids. Basically, I have a serious figure collecting problem and it ain't going away anytime soon. Especially since I much prefer scales to Figmas, the costs can definitely add up...

(this is a pic of my office btw; well, part of it)

What’s a topic you always talk about? Nobunagun (laughs) if you're willing I could talk your ear off about it. But other than that, I'm alway interested in otaku/fandom communities, and specifically the social constructs that revolve around that. Yeah. Considered getting a PhD in "virtual communities and societies"...that's still not out of the question yet.

Also I can talk to you about my cat.

What’s a pet peeve of yours? Having things repeated to me like 3+ times, especially verbally. I mean look, I get that you just want to make sure I understand, but the thing is, I grasp things pretty quickly, and being told the same thing over and over again makes me think that you are either an indecisive fuck or you think I'm stupid. Nothing gets my blood pressure higher than being told the same thing, and then having it repeated to me 5 seconds later when I just told you my answer/response.

Good advice to give? Hm. Perhaps to love yourself more. I think many of us are so used to being beaten down and striving for perfection that we forget that it's ourselves who matter the most, and should come first.

Also, especially for those youngen's out there, please know that yes life is hard and it sucks, especially in your 20s, but as someone who has gone through a lot of it (and is still going through it) you gotta trust me when I say it will get better. Because in the future, you are 100% for sure going to deal with more painful, much harder decisions and so the struggles you face now are to help you get better at dealing with them. If you give up now, I'd hate to think how you're going to handle those events later in life.

tl;dr: I graduated college with a degree that I don't even use and basically became a NEET for a year before finally landing a job through a friend, got laid off after 2 months, decided then to apply to graduate school in a completely new field with 1 month before the deadline (so I studied/took my GRE/wrote my application in the span of a month), got my job back, got accepted into graduate school, and after 2 years of schooling managed to put myself on the track I am now. So yeah. Don't think you're the only one who struggles. 

What are three songs you’d recommend?

"Big Machine" - Goo Goo Dolls

"feel the wind" - Janne Da Arc (I have too many Janne songs to choose but this is the first one I heard and it pulled me in ever since. Also how I discovered @a-rumbly-in-my-tumbly because she used to do translations and I was always like 'ommggg y dis lyric so gooooood')

"Time & Confusion" - Anberlin

[blaxicanjester-blog]

Popetart! ( a Saints Chapter)

Frederick sat up atop of his throne one day, trying to think up of who or what else he might need to aid his efforts. With the magic of brock he could time travel to any time period. Maybe a Spartan? A navy seal? It would take more than just a demon and a Wizard to take down someone like god, or the angels under his control. His stomach grumbled and he sighed. There was no use thinking on an empty stomach. Unfortunately for Fred and Brock the Demon in their possession ate all the food in the house. They could go get more, but brock had things to do, Jester would most likely kill the town if he went out and Fred...he didn’t want to deal with commoners. “I ain’t gonna be able to think without getting SOMETHING in my system.”

   “ Ey Pope i got something that juuust might help.” Brock said as he entered the vast throne room. He was dressed, and held a small beaker with some strange pink liquid.

   “ Damn it Brock, i told you if you want someone to test out your strange elixirs to get Jester. His random ass is up for anything. I’m trying to think.” Fred said with an attitude. He didn’t like testing out Brocks elixirs only because he wasn’t a test dummy. Most of the time Brock just had Jester take them, that demon can withstand any weird tests brock put him through. The only elixir Fred ever drank from the wizard was the one that eliminated their aging. So both could live as long as they wanted to. That’s what made Brock one of the best wizards in human history.

   “ This would just be wasted on him. Besides it’s something to help US out, since He is the one who ate all our food.” brock also hated that fact. He started putting holy oil on the kitchen cabinets so that the demon wouldn’t get to them. Yet somehow that bastard still got through. Brock sighed at the thought and continued “ This elixir is designed to conjure, one item you consciously think about after thirty seconds of consumption. I figure if this works, We could use this to hold us off till we get that damn demon to cooperate and actually be useful. I’m trying to get him to garden but he just makes bottomless pits.”

   Fred pondered on it, debating if it was worth it. That’s what it’s suppose to do but what if it didn’t do that. The Pope’s stomach let off a growl, causing him to wince “ OK FINE!!!! I’m way too hungry to say no, lemme see!” Brock walked over and handed Pope the elixir, a big grin on his face for getting Pope to FINALLY drink one of his concoctions. Fred met Brock’s grin with a sour glare, mentally warning him not to gloat. Still looking at Brock Frederick yelled out “ JESTER!!!”

   Jester poked his head up from underneath the floor. His dark grey skin making his purple eyes brighter as he looked up to the Pope “ Whatcha need? What, Whatcha need?” Jester sang to give the awkward entrance an even more weird vibe

   Pope just disregarded it all and continued “ mind getting some milk from a cow out in one of the nearby farms? Imma need something to drink.”

   “Sure, ain’t nothing else to do around here.” jester said as he resurfaced the rest of his body from the ground. He looked at brock and did a quick glare “I saw the holy oil. You’ll need a lot more than that to stop me.” he said in a deep whisper. Trying to keep up the serious act.

Brock just looked at the demon and simply replied “ Oh believe me, that was a warning.” Adjusting his glasses and staring down Jester as he did so. Jester signaled that he had his eyes on Brock before teleporting out of the room. Brock looked back at Fred “ That thing plays way too much, guess that’s another reason he has that name. Now take the damn potion.” He said in demand, not being afraid of Pope at all since they were childhood friends.

Pope sighed and looked at the elixir worriedly before downing it all. It was bitter and tangy at the same time. It sent a shiver down Fred's spine and he even squirmed a little bit as it slid down his throat. Brock just laughed at Fred’s reaction loving when Fred showed any signs of weakness. Fred gave him a pout before closing his eyes and concentrating on what he wanted to eat. A poptart would do quite nice with a glass of milk.

Fred heard a poof and felt something on his lap. Brock gasped as he saw what was in front of Fred. “ ummmmm…Fred...there might've been some sort of...miscalculations to my serum.” brock said in worry as he watched what was in Fred’s lap.

“What do you mean?” Fred replied, slightly scared to open his eyes. He slowly opened them and saw before him a poptart. Only this one was blinking back at Pope. Pope jumped in his seat, flinging the poptart off his lap and onto the ground. He gave out a small scream while the poptart used its little arms and legs to get up, looking back at Pope. “BROCK!?!?! WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?!!” Fred cried, looking at animated poptart as it tried to come back to Fred. He pulled out his giant, rusty, pink spoon, one of his only weapons,  pointing it at the poptart and Halting it completely. The poptart frowned and looked at Brock who was also horrified at this adorable little monster

“ I, I...I DONT KNOW!!! I THOUGHT I did everything right. I don’t know WHY it’s alive!” brock was concerned as well and thought where he gone wrong. He readjusted his glasses, Looking at the poptart and raising a hand in self defense. “ I don’t know what it’s capable of. It has magical properties for all I know it could be evil. Especially since it came from your head.” Brock snickered at the small roast he applied to Fred only to receive another glare in response.

“ THIS is why I don’t drink the shit you make!” Fred looked at the poptart again. It seemed harmless, just standing there in confusion. It looked at both of them, not knowing who to go to. Jester came back, holding a whole cow in his arms.

“ Hey guys I got the milk, and I had this great idea th-” Jester froze when he saw what was in the middle of Fred and Brock. From where jester was standing it looked as though there was a twelve inch poptart just standing between the other saints. “ Is that...a poptart?”

“Yeah Jester but don't go near it! We don’t know what it can do or it’s-” Brock started to explain before he saw the demon practically fly at it, leaving the cow where he was.

“ OH MY GOD OH MY GOD OH MY GOOOOOOD!!!! IT’S SO CUTE” Jester was floating around the room with the poptart in its hands Eyes lit up at the sight of it. The poptart smiled and raised its arms in happiness. The flavor of it changing into strawberry. The two flew around the room, Jester tossing it up and playing with it as it yelled “weeeeeeee” like a playful child. Jester chuckled laid on the ground with the poptart on his stomach, playing with it.

“ this thing is adorable. Is this what came from Brock’s potion?” Jester asked the two and they just nodded, wondering how he could just come up and play with the thing. “ alright then I’ll name it…..hmmm,” Jester thought of this before coming up with a name. “ POPETART!! Since it came from Pope’s mind” Jester looked at the poptart as it danced on his stomach

Brock sighed as he started walking towards Jester displeased. “ Jester you know we can’t keep it. It has to be destroyed, it was a mere accident” brock was harsh but he felt right. He had to perfect his serum and figure out what it was he did wrong and he still didn’t know what the thing was capable of. The poptart looked up at Brock with a curious look, then back at Jester and smiled “wee” it said gleefully as if to say it wanted to fly again.

“ it was an accident yeah, but that doesn’t mean it was a bad one. It doesn’t seem harmless so why destroy it? It’s fine Brock” Jester replied, ready to defend the poor little poptart. He glanced at Fred, as did Brock as they awaited his decision.

Fred sighed, his eyes traveling from Brock, to Jester and finally to the poptart who was just doing its own thin on Jester’s torso. “ Jester’s right, We don’t know if it’s bad. So for now we can keep...Popetart” Pope looked away making his decision final. Getting off his throne and walking off to his room.

Jester celebrated and threw Popetart up in the air, the poptart laughing in a high pitched voice. Brock gave Fred a confused look, opening his mouth to protest but when Pope passed by he stopped and stared at the poptart before walking off to work on the formula once more. That left Jester and Popetart, playing and laughing in their own world and a cow at the entrance that walked out.